Introduction
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Hey. I'm TheEternalChickenChomper, but you can just call me TECC. Welcome to the League of Erotica, a magical place of rainbows and fairies. Just kidding. Prepare to dive right in to the smut, no storylines included. I will write whatever is requested. Once per month, I will publish a chapter of this. Don't be shy. Request whatever fucked up shit you want to, from anything like girl-on-girl to boar-on-warrior-queen. Heck, you could even request a gangbang and I'd write it! Anything. Although, as homophobic as it sounds, please not too much yaoi. That's guy-on-guy, if you didn't know. I get squeamish when I think of all the appendages.
This first chapter is about... well, you. It's a first person chapter, and I'm saying now, unless it's specially requested, I will not make other chapters anything but third person. You get to spy on them, not be them. Assuming anybody actually read this. I hope so.
Disclaimer: Obviously, all characters rightfully belong to Riot Games. I claim no ownership of them.
Other Disclaimer: This fanfiction is pure sexual content. If you are under the age of eighteen, please fuck off. I know you just ignored that. Whatever. It's your parents that'll whip you when they find you reading this.
Thanks. Welcome to the League of Erotica. Enjoy.
You are in the waiting room, nervously awaiting your turn. The room is deserted, and the only sound made is a repetitive scrape as you swing your legs restlessly, your shoes brushing against the carpet. The walls are bare, white. The door looms ominously to your right. You are willing it open, but at the same time willing it to stay closed.
You are so nervous.
You are at the Institute of Sex, seeking to join the renowned League of Erotica. This League is only for the best; the hottest girls, the sexiest guys. You are no slacker when it comes to looks, yourself. But do you have what it takes to enter this famed League?
The door opens. For a moment, you can see nothing but swirling darkness. Then, a cute, blond-haired woman peeks out. You can tell she is elvish by her pointed ears, her mischievous smirk. She beckons you in, leaning forwards suggestively to show off her cleavage. You stand. You try to prevent your legs from shaking, but they feel like jelly. Your heart is pounding as you use all your willpower not to look at her rack. You can feel the exit door, behind you, calling you to safety. But you do not turn, despite the python in your stomach, slowly coiling tighter and tighter.
You take one step. You take another. The blond-haired woman giggles sexily, rubbing her hands over her luscious breasts. You close your eyes and tell yourself you can do this. When you open your eyes, the woman is bent over, her dress pulled up to her stomach. She is shaking her barely-covered ass gently from side to side, so that it ripples slightly. You feel uncomfortably aware of the sensation in your underwear. God, she is sexy. All you want to do right now is pounce onto her, and rip her clothes off-
No.
You take a deep breath. Obviously this is some sort of challenge. You will not fail; despite how much you want to feel her up. You close your eyes and stand, stock-still, for at least five minutes. When you open your eyes, the woman is not doing anything else lewd, thankfully. She is leaning on the corner of the doorway, watching you with that smirk of hers. "Congratulations," she says. "I'm Janna. You just passed the first part of your entrance exam."
You know who she is, of course. Ever since you were fifteen, you've loved her. How many nights had you spent, getting yourself off in the bathroom, whilst looking at this wonderful woman on your phone? Countless. Less than one thousand, that much is all you are sure of. Though the real thing is much better than a picture, of course.
You shake yourself out of your thoughts as Janna waits patiently for you in the doorway. She is smiling. "I can hear your thoughts," she says.
Oh.
Your face turns bright red. You feel like a stalker. You feel like a pervert. You wish you had never heard of the League of Erotica. But Janna sidles over, her hips swaying as she puts an arm around your shoulder. You feel her breath tickle your neck, and your heart nearly stops. "Don't worry," she giggles softly into your ear, "I think it's cute you have a thing for me." She licks your earlobe, and it tingles where her saliva touches your skin. She straightens, and you are conscious of her hips brushing against yours. She takes your hand, and begins leading you into the doorway. "Now, come on," she croons, "time for the second part. It'll be all be over soon."
You step in, and a chair materializes in front of you. Janna guides you to the chair and pushes you down, her hand on your crotch. You manage a gulp as she closes the door, and it fades into the blackness. Janna walks back over to you and stands in front of you. "Alright," she says in that voice of hers you admire so much. "Now listen very carefully. The League of Erotica is a place where we provide pole dances, sex, and manufacture that porn you love so much," she winks. "We do pretty much everything sex-related here. But, there are a few rules." She unbuttons the top of her dress and pulls it down to her waist, revealing a skimpy fishnet bra. Her breasts are practically spilling out of the meagre coverage, and you can almost spot her nipples through the thin material. She smirks that cute little smirk, allowing you a moment to admire her bust, then continues speaking. You wrench your eyes away and try to concentrate on her words.
"Rule number one. If you are in a strip club, do not attempt touch the stripper. That could lead to everyone in the club swarming him or her, and that poses a danger." She stops talking long enough to take off the rest of her dress, revealing a black thong underneath. Your eyes hurt from the strain of not looking. "Rule number two. Here in the LoE (that's League of Erotica), we have to get the mark." She reveals a tattoo on the back of her shoulder, which simply was LOE in a fancy script. "This mark ensures you are part of the League, and it protects you from any STDs or contraception, so you don't need to worry about protection." She reaches behind her and unclasps her bra, letting it join the rest of her clothes. You can feel perspiration form from the effort of not breaking eye contact. You know if you look, even for a second, then you will never be able to look away again.
"Rule number three. Last one." Janna starts to fondle her breasts. You sit rigidly in your chair and try to ignore it, but you feel cracks starting to form in your focus. She knows this too, and lets out a seductive gasp. "Sex is a two-way thing. Always provide to your partner what your partner provides to you." She stops fondling her breasts, and pulls off her thong, exposing her aroused and slightly swollen lips. It's not just her feeling the arousal, either.
"Okay," she smirks again. "Repeat to me the rules you just heard." Dragging your gaze away from her heavenly figure, you manage to stutter out the rules. At the end, she claps her hands in excitement and jumps a little, causing her melons to jiggle slightly. "Fantastic!" she squeals. "Only one part left to go!" Her face takes on a more predatory expression as she crosses, slowly and deliberately, towards you. She does her smirk. You swallow nervously as she crouches behind you. All you can think of is her body, her beautiful voice, that cute little smirk. She giggles, and you remember she can still hear your thoughts.
Let her hear them.
She lifts her lips to your ear, her warm breath tickling you gently. "You have to make me cum," she teases, savouring the words, "but only with your hands." You manage a stiff nod. She stands, and circles back in front of you. You blink, and somehow she's lying on a bed, and you're crouching over her, your face inches from her breasts. She does her sexy little giggle. "Make me cum," she whispers. "Make my body satisfied."
You can't bear it anymore, even if it's still a trick. You start with her breasts, your hands tracing unseen paths over them, until you reach her nipples. You look back up at her lovely face. Her eyes are closed, and her mouth is agape in silent bliss. You smile, and go back to playing with her tits. You flick one of her nipples, back and forth, and circle your thumb around the other, causing them to harden. A moan escapes her, and you know you are doing well. With one hand, you continue to flick her nipple, and with the other, you grope her. Gently, you caress the soft flesh of her breast, eliciting another moan.
After a few minutes playing with her tits, your turn your attention to her pussy. It is swollen and damp from the pleasure her body has endured over the past few minutes. You flick your fingers lightly over her folds, and she shivers in anticipation. Then, without warning, you shove two fingers into her snatch, and begin pistoning your arm back and forth. She jerks violently, almost slipping off your fingers. Her moans and gasps are getting louder, more sensual. You remove your other hand from where it lies on her breast, and begin to circle it around her clitoris. She groans, the pleasure spiking through her like electricity. Her walls are starting to grow tighter around your fingers, convulsing in and out.
You can feel her body, trembling on the edge of ecstasy. She just needed one little push, and she would fall in, drown in desire. Your muscles are starting to ache, but you find a final burst of energy and start to move them at an almost superhuman speed. Janna screams, shuddering in orgasm as her walls clench tightly around your fingers, releasing its juices. Your arm tires, and you remove it from her pussy, lowering your fingers to her lips. Her tongue flickers, tasting the nectar she had produced. She props herself up on her elbows and grins at you. "Done?" she asks.
You raise one eyebrow. "What happened to rule number three?" She smirks that cute little smirk, and you realize she had been testing your ability to listen. "Alright, you got me," she says, flipping herself onto her knees. She pulls off your pants and underwear in one swift movement, tossing them aside. She flicks her hair out of the way, lowering her head towards you. You close your eyes and lie back. There's still a long way to go yet.
Welcome to the League of Erotica.
