Irelia

Xan Irelia, the enemy top laner. Viego smiled as he approached, knowing that A) she was low on health from a recent fight with her opponent, and B) she was oblivious to the ward in the brush behind her, and therefore unaware of his presence. Viego had something of a personal score to settle with the Blade Dancer, as not only had she been one of the ones to stand against him in his attempted Ruination, but even within these very matches she built the so-called "Blade of the Ruined King" so frequently that many Summoners had the audacity to associate the item more with her than with Viego himself - the item's namesake! The young Ionian needed to be taught a lesson - if she wanted Viego's sword so badly... well, then the Ruined King would be happy to introduce her to it.

Watching Irelia run over to plant a ward in the Baron Pit, Viego decided she was close enough, and released his Mist against the wall, following closely behind as it spread along the terrain and masked his presence. Irelia, spotting the approaching Mist, turned to try and return to her lane, but it was too late - Viego quickly lashed out with a ball of Mist to stun her, and quickly followed up with two quick stabs of his sword, cutting down Ionia's famed Blade Dancer and leaving only a wraith of her form in her place, ready for Viego to crawl into her skin.

Smirking victoriously, Viego took a moment to admire his prize, namely Irelia's infamously curvy ass and strong legs, before reaching out a hand towards the wraith, ready to enjoy his victory. He felt himself being pulled forward into her form, and soon enough found himself blinking her blue eyes, his hands shooting down to firmly grasp the ass that was the envy of the League, now his to enjoy. "Warrior of Ionia," Viego said with a smile, Irelia's voice echoing with the power of the Black Mist, "Nothing but a puppet for your king."

Suddenly, Viego had a particularly naughty idea, and summoned one of Irelia's blades, using her mind to bend it to his will, before directing it down to Irelia's pants. With a quick expert strike, Viego sliced open the front of her tight pants, revealing her underwear beneath, which he proceeded to pull down his long legs, exposing Irelia's tight pussy. Closing his eyes, Viego concentrated, channeling his Black Mist energy into his crotch, and soon found himself smiling as he felt something more familiar return - looking down, he saw his own ghostly green erection springing forth from between Irelia's thighs, his already impressive length only looking bigger in contrast to Irelia's smaller frame.

"Now, puppet," Viego said, reaching down with Irelia's hand to grasp his dick, "Please your king." He started slowly rubbing Irelia's slender hand up and down his length, watching as it started to slightly leak, and feeling it throb and pulsate as he sped up. Leaning back against the rock wall, Viego curled Irelia's toes as he continued jerking off his penis with her hand, letting out a moan in her soft voice. More and more, he felt Irelia's body reacting to the foreign stimulus, his erect cock springing out from between the lips of her pussy, and the friction between them getting both of their bodies off.

Finally, Viego felt the climax approaching - both of them - and let out a scream as he felt his dick throb once more before it released, shooting forth ropes of ghostly cum out into the river. Only a moment later, he felt Irelia's climax as he squirted out from her pussy, drenching his own penis in her juices, and he finally leaned back in relief. Closing his eyes once more, he relaxed against the wall, feeling Irelia's fluids seep down under what was left of her pants and run down her long legs. "Now, child," he said, Irelia's mortal voice straining to speak Viego's words, "That is the true Blade of the Ruined King."

Soon enough, Viego felt his power fading, and stood up, taking one last grasp of Irelia's round butt before his vision went green. As his eyes cleared, he watched Irelia's body fall to the ground in front of him, before looking down to confirm he was back in his own form. "Alas, Xan Irelia, our fun only lasted so long... this time." With a grin, Viego turned to head back into his jungle, mind racing with the possibilities of what else he could get up to.

Irelia gasped as her feet hit the ground in her team's fountain, her life fully restored, and cracked her neck as her senses returned. "Ugh... threw off my rhythm," she murmured, taking a step before pausing. Was she... wet? She looked down, and felt a rush of anger as she realized what had happened. Her damaged clothes may have been restored by the Summoners' power, but she was very familiar with the afterglow of an orgasm.

"You... you bastard!" she screamed, hoping that her voice would carry across the map so the Ruined King could hear her rage. Steeling herself, trying to ignore the damp feeling on her legs (not to mention the smell), Irelia turned to the shopkeep and handed over her gold - just enough for her first item: the Blade of the Ruined King. "Seems fitting that I kill you with your own fucking sword, you undead creep." Stomping out of her team's base, she started heading back to her lane, before pausing and turning back to the shop for one more item - a Control Ward. "Won't catch me off guard again."