Top Lane Woes

Ahri hated top laners.

They were cut from a brutish, simpleminded cloth, and seemed completely at peace ignoring the entirety of their team in favor of trading blows back and forth with their respective lane opponent. For them, it was all about winning the lane, not winning the game, and therein lied the Kitsune's gripe: they were, without a doubt, the most self-centered individuals to curse this mortal coil.

Ahri would not allow such egotistical impulses to go unpunished.

But how should she commence such an undertaking? Being a pseudo-succubus, soul-stealing, magic-slinging fox certainly came with a wide arsenal of spells that could be used for disciplinary purposes. A simple snap of her fingers could make them live on the edge of orgasm with no possibility of release for as long as she desired. A dazzling flick of her wrist could have them publicly humiliate themselves at her leisure.

But such ideas came and went quickly. They were far too... boring. Rudimentary. Uninspired.

No, their punishment must be more severe. Tailor made to fit their self-serving nature. A reliquary for their crimes.

The Kitsune smiled wryly. She knew what to do.

It was simple really. Top laners were prone to fucking over their own team to satisfy their urges to fight the opposing top laner. Thereby, it only seemed fair that, as punishment for such actions, they spent time fucking their opponent to satisfy her cravings. It would be just how they like to fight: one on one; a brutal sexual wrestling match with only a single victor, who, naturally, would claim her opponent as a prize for imposing her will. Ahri would change them, two at a time, quickly, just before the match started so as to not tip them off. She would grant them cocks to spar with; a weapon to plunge into their opponent's asses should they gain the upper hand. She would pump them to the brim with a potent concoction of lust and aggression, leaving them with no natural instinct other than to fuck their opponent into complete and total submission. Naturally, the loser would be decided by whichever one orgasmed first; in a battle of wills, it would be the first one to give in to her natural urges, to allow that sweet release to course through her veins like jolts of electricity, that deserved to be taken by their opponent and used as little more than a cocksleeve for the rest of the match.

Ahri chuckled, feeling her heart thump against her chest in anticipation. Every spell she needed to perform such a task was already at her disposal. All that was left was to find a couple of unwilling participants. But the question had to be asked...