Irelia

It was the Blade Dancer’s overzealous appetite for **** that ultimately led to her downfall. She was too eager to trap the Noxian in her grip; her movements gradually became less and less calculated as her mind grew increasingly preoccupied with lecherous thoughts of defiling Riven’s certainly never-before-conquered ass. It was an amateurish mistake and the former exile was quick to capitalize on her counterpart’s carelessness, positioning herself on top of Irelia in such a way that their cocks began grinding together. She held the resistant Ionian down, using her rugged, heavy hands to push the pinned women’s shoulders into the earth beneath her. Try as she may, Irelia’s attempts to break free were futile; Riven simply outclassed her in a raw contest of strength. Such was the nature of your typical Noxian. All mettle, little mind.

“Is this really the best the Captain of the Ionian Guard can offer?” the Exile jeered, repeatedly rubbing her eight inch cock against Irelia’s equally sized member.

Irelia could do little but groan with exertion and unwanted pleasure in response as she struggled under the Noxian’s grasp. The barrage of pleasure that came from every intentioned motion of her opponent’s throbbing member rendered a tiny, almost imperceivable moan from her lips. She watched with equal parts shame and arousal as a single bead of precum rolled down from her the head of her pale cock. Her dick was being massaged into submission by the Noxian’s shaft and she was powerless to stop it.

“You’ll make a fine ****.” Riven groaned, sweat rolling down her form as she continued her thrusting. “Just think about it: The once proud hero of Ionia converted into a disgraced buttslut by some first rate Noxian cock. That would be a great role model for other Ionian women, wouldn’t you say?”

Just the thought of such a thing made Irelia sick. She was an icon to her people and her country. They needed her to be in a position of strength. Although the conflict between Ionia and Noxus had officially ended, Noxus was still **** to gain any leverage they could over the island nation. Ionia’s most prominent public figure and legendary war hero suddenly turning into the enemy’s sex **** would do irreparable damage to their image. It could be just the foothold the Noxians have long been looking for to reignite the conflict.

Irelia moaned as she felt the weight of a million souls atop her balls. Her fingernails burrowed into the dirt and her eyes shut tightly as she tried desperately to outlast her opponent. The Noxian may have been in control, but that did not make her immune to pleasure. Frotting was a two way street, after all. She held it together well, but the little grumbles and tight breaths that escaped her lips between grunts of exertion revealed that she was enjoying this far more than she let on.

Riven’s stockings and the remnants of Irelia’s skintight suit glistened with sweat as they continued their duel, each woman exhausted both physically from the wrestling and mentally from denying themselves. Try as she may, Riven could no longer deny the impulses coursing through her veins. Although she was on top, she no longer felt like she had a real advantage. Every thrust of her hips caused the full length of her cock to kiss Irelia’s throbbing shaft, the joining of their newly acquired, highly aroused tools resulting in intense pleasure. Each woman was on the edge of orgasm, their moans ringing loudly through the air as they tried with all their willpower to outlast the other. The constant flow of precum leaking from Irelia’s cock had spread to Riven’s member due to their constant grinding, and so the process was made even easier from the excessive lubrication.

Without warning Riven suddenly sped up her thrusts, eyes widening as she felt herself accidently go a step too far over the edge. She managed to stifle what should’ve been a loud moan into little more than a pathetic mewl as her cock spurted thick ropes of potent jizz over Irelia’s prone form. Her cumshots had so much exit velocity that they went right right over the head of the pinned Ionian, landing safely on the ground in front of the two women and, most importantly, leaving Irelia unstained by the Noxian’s vile seed.

The Noxian’s hushed moan turned to wail of despair as she rode out her orgasm; although Irelia wished to gloat, she had to focus all of her energy on not cumming. She was already on the edge, but watching her longtime foe cum her brains out brought her to the very brink. Not only watching her cum, but feeling it, too. The sensation of Riven’s cock pulsing and throbbing as she lost control. The feeling of the Exile’s balls rising and tensing against her own as they emptied their precious payload onto the ground below. It was such an overwhelming finale that it nearly made blow her own load in response… but she did not. She was the Captain of the Ionian Guard, after all. Her indomitable mental fortitude saw her through the sudden spike in pleasure, and she was able to ride out the waves of white hot pleasure that tingled up the length of her cock until they, alongside the Noxian’s orgasm, eventually subsided.

“Typical for a Noxian to fall on their own sword.” Irelia sneered, easily pushing her exhausted opponent off of her. “You have no honor. No discipline. But you will learn. Because I will teach you.”

Irelia **** herself to her feet and approached the fallen top laner as if she was a wounded animal. Her cock bounced up and down eagerly as thoughts of filling a nice, tight hole filled her head.

In the majority of the sexual duels Ahri had orchestrated in the top lane thus far, the loser had been decided by whoever orgasmed first. Doing so would normally shatter that woman’s will and make them completely subservient to the winner, not only throughout the match but also afterwards as well. But in a fight such as this, with so much deep-rooted vitriol and national pride at stake, a single orgasm was simply not enough to break the combatant's spirit. She may have been down, but Riven was not out. Not yet, at least. But with Irelia hovering over her like a hungry tiger staring at its first meal in weeks, she had to try something—hell, anything. Surely there was at least one universe where she turned the tide in her favor.