Syndra's dark magic burns the paper to ashes as she crumbles it in her hand, the crudely handwritten note saying: I wanted to have a little fun today, so I took your panties while you were loading into the Rift, have fun! 3 -Eve
A slight breeze blows through the rift, and Syndra definitely feels it. The trip to lane seems to take much longer than usual. This miniskirt was a horrible idea, she thinks, it hardly even covers half my thighs…
Holding the skirt down, and standing stiffly under the tower Syndra, with a sinking sense of dread, sees the enemy mid-laner approach- Yasuo. Staring at him, her privates only an inch out of sight, she says to herself, "This is going to be painful."
A few seconds later she moves to the edge of the lane, well away from the newly spawned minions marching on toward their deaths; she knows they're hardly even considered living creatures but, even then, being two feet tall gives them the perfect vantage point to look up the too-short-skirt. The sound of metal on armor snaps Syndra back into the moment, only just in time to avoid a tornado from Yasuo. As the whirlwind whips past her, her worst fears come to fruition, the gust makes quick work of flapping the skirt just far enough upward to show the lack of any further dressing. Managing only a small squeak, she quickly holds down the skirt, a red blush already taking over her face. Whipping her gaze at Yasuo she braces for the worst, but he stands poised over a minion very carefully timing his next strike, a look of such concentration on his face that it is obvious that nothing from the outside world would be making it into that head. With a yell the sword falls, piercing the ground, not the minion. Syndra lets out a sigh of relief, "At least something is going my way, Yasuo is bronze."
"I COMING IN FOR GANK!" Mundo shouts from the wraith camp, and before Syndra can ping him back, or fill him in on the fact that you should not level two gank as Mundo jungle- or really play Mundo jungle, he flashes over the wall and throws a cleaver. By some miracle the shot connects, slowing Yasuo, with a grunt Mundo shouts, "WHAT YOU DOING? STUN HIM!"
The stun combo is one so practiced that Syndra doesn't even think about it as she throws down the a dark sphere and launches it with a magical wind- a wind that blows both ways. The force of the gust causes her tiny skirt to fly upward, completely revealing her naked, round, cheeks to the fresh minion wave behind her, giving them one glimpse at curvy bliss before their inevitable deaths.
Syndra looks at Yasuo lying on the ground, a dark sphere weighing him down, he looks up and catches a peek of the bare flesh, "Hey, are you not wear-"
His words are cut off by a dark sphere replacing his skull. Once again holding down her skirt Syndra thinks, That was way too close, I'll just hide in the jungle for awhile. She cautiously makes her way to the red buff pit and squats down, hiding in the nearby brush. The tall grass tickles Syndra's lower regions, and with a deep sigh she tries to get in a more comfortable position. The brush shoving rudely between her legs causes a familiar warmth to slowly come over her, "Ugh, not now."
Despite the vocal protests, her genitals continue to send waves of temptation throughout her body. Almost unconsciously she begins small gyrations of her hips, causing the grass to further rub her uncovered privates. Fuck it, giving up on dignity she sends a finger to answer her body's call, no one can see me anyway, not like my team looks at the map.
That thought bounces around in her mind, the fact that she is touching herself in plain view, if anyone were to actually pay attention to their teammates they would see that she's fingering herself in the bush while they're all trying so desperately for victory. The notion strengthens the waves of lust emanating from her crotch, a few drops of warm liquid squeeze their way out of Syndra- dripping onto the jungle floor.
Panting, she begins to fondle herself with her unoccupied hand, unintentionally slipping a nipple out of her tight, strapless, blouse; the other breast quickly follows. With a pinch of her own nipple she digs harder into her lusty slit. Getting carried away, she doesn't notice that a drop of drool forms at the side of her mouth. The warmth throughout her body is reaching a high point, and her crotch is a wet mess when she is snapped very quickly back into the game.
"SYNDRA!"
She is squatting in a bush, hand wet with her own juices, skirt ridden up to completely reveal anything sacred, breasts hanging out, when her teammate shouts her name. Syndra contemplates killing herself right then and there when another shout comes, "WE NEED TEAMFIGHT!"
No way, there is no way they can actually be this dense. Quickly realising that they are in fact that dense, she fixes her clothing, covering up her nipples, crotch, and ass and makes her way to join the team in the mid lane. Unsure of why they want to teamfight at eight minutes into the match Syndra looks around, trying to take stock of the situation. She turns to her team to ask them what the plan is, the short moment of distraction is the only thing needed to start off the fight.
"Hiku!"
The enemy Lee Sin throws a sonic wave into the cluster, by blind luck (hue) it connects directly with Syndra. Without a seconds delay Lee connects the kick, flashes farther into the enemy team, and kicks Syndra back into his own.
Lee is killed in seconds, but that means absolutely nothing to Syndra, who lands in front of the enemy team, sliding along the rough ground for a few feet. As she slides her skirt is pulled back to display her crotch. She spreads her legs apart to stop the slide, clearly showing the rounded lips of her vagina enclosing the pink folds of flesh, still glistening from her earlier masterbation session, all topped with a small patch of pubic hair.
She sits, mortified and slack jawed, looking at the enemy team as they very noticeably look back at her. Once again, she feels a slight breeze, the cool sensation reminds her of just how wet the area between her legs is. To top off the situation, out of all the possibilities in the league, the champion who happens to be standing just a couple feet away has his head at the perfect level to take in the entirety of the scene - Teemo. He makes no effort to hide the fact that he is staring directly at her moist pussy, and that makes Syndra all the more horrified.
After a few seconds the paralysation fades away and Syndra snaps her legs together. Making the situation even worse, and even more awkward, the enemy team makes no move to stop her as she begins recalling. Once she is back in base she says tells her team, "Forfeit at twenty, I am not moving."
The enemy team is still standing in mid lane, looking at patch of grass flattened by Syndra's bare butt, thinking about what it is they just saw. None of them make a move, or say anything, until Teemo begins giggling to himself uncontrollably. He gets questioning looks from the rest of his team until, through fits of laughter, he says, "The carpet matches the drapes!"
