Go to war!

Irelia wasn't the only one fantasizing about her opponent upon entering the lane. Riven's lust ran rampant upon seeing the Ionian, clad in a blue skinsuit that fit her form so well it left near nothing to the imagination. She could not recall the exact name of the particular skin she wore, but knew it had been lovingly nicknamed 'Frostbutt' by other champions, in large part because of how tightly it clung to the Ionian Captain's ass cheeks. Those massive, bodacious, succulent globes of flesh... it was easy to lose track of time just daydreaming about them. Riven looked forward to shoving her cock between them later.

Normally, she felt guilt over the sins of her past. But today? Today she hadn't a single shred of remorse. Today she was a proud Noxian.

The two women clashed in the middle of the lane, forgoing their normal weaponry in favor of a more 'hands on' approach. Both being soldiers, it was an even test of strength, with neither side gaining a real advantage. Their hands roamed each other's forms greedily; Riven was quick to cup her opponent's mesmerizing ass cheeks, spreading them apart roughly before letting them _clap _back together. Irelia, meanwhile, managed to get a single hand between both of their stomachs, and used it to massage the Noxian's cock through her skintight leotard.

"Noxian Pig!" Irelia grunted, feeling Riven's aggressive fondling of her ass. "I'm going to fuck you into submission."

"Mf!" Riven replied, enjoying yet hating the Captain's ministrations on her cock. "Big words from a simple farmer! You picked a fight you can't possibly hope to win. It's no wonder your people were slaughtered."

Irelia felt her vision dull in rage as she dug her fingernails into Riven's leotard and ripped it from her body in one fluid motion. In an instant the Noxian was clad in nothing but her fishnet stockings, and they only reached up to her upper thigh. Her breasts, midriff, and most importantly, cock finally saw the light of day. It was tan, much like Riven herself, and measured about five and a half, maybe six inches if Irelia had to guess. It definitely seemed like it was smaller than her own, if only by a marginal amount.

"Oh, now you've done it!" Riven yelled not taking very kindly to her clothes being ripped asunder. Her own hands, still firmly gripping the Ionian's backside, rended the cloth from the area, tearing a hole just big enough to reveal the entirety of Irelia's ass. It plopped free from its skintight confines, bouncing slightly as it was finally unconstricted by her tight clothing. But Riven did not stop there. She quickly did a similar technique to her opponent's breasts and crotch, using her speed and elusiveness to strike in succession. The end result was Irelia's blue skinsuit still being on her form, but having massive holes ripped open in all three areas, revealing all of her sacred areas to the Noxian.

She gazed at the Ionian's cock with interest. It was as stiff as her own, yet much paler, like Irelia herself. It was a nice size, smooth and throbbing with excitement. Riven looked forward to neglecting it later.

Now on an equally exposed playing field, the two women charged each other again. Due to the fact that they were both extensively trained in hand-to-hand combat, whoever was able to pin the other first was almost certainly assured victory; the grappled for a while, rolling around on the ground in a struggle of power, taking cheap shots whenever possible while also trying to distract each other by any means possible. Riven managed to jerk Irelia's cock for a solid minute while they remained in a stalemate, but this was only a small victory, as Irelia had access to Riven's asshole during this time and played with it extensively with her fingers. The two women grunted as they shifted, exchanging insults over their respective nationalities, and soon it became apparent that this fight had a lot more on the line than just who got to assfuck who. This was a battle between ideas. Between nations. This was a battle to see which country produced the better soldier.

As they continued rolling around, sweat drenching their near naked forms, it became apparent that someone was bound to make a mistake sooner or later.