Match 6 / Knockout Rounds / Morgana vs. Sona
Witty Title: Battle of the Breasts
Contrary to what most would think, Morgana wasn't particularly promiscuous. She wasn't a prude either, but her sex life had significantly lessened since she found her way to Runeterra a decade ago. She would have preferred to only keep to herself, but, alas, her fingers could only do so much. The Fallen Angel had flings occasionally, usually picking up one of the drunk mortals at the bar to play with for the night, but those one night stands were far and few between. And she cared not for whom they were with. Male or female, they would be suitable so long as they could please her.
Eons ago she had found love. True love. Her sister, Kayle.
It was a love that went beyond sex or appearance, though there was quite a bit of copulation in the relationship. She felt humans had such a warped sense of sexuality, always enforcing taboos where they need not exist. To her own kind, incest didn't exist. In fact, the bond of growing up as siblings often created a more prosperous relationship than any other could.
But, all things must come to an end. Even them.
Kayle had been and always would be the only person she loved. After all these years of separation, through all the resentment and hatred they harbored for one another, she still loved her.
That didn't mean she couldn't fuck other people, though. She knew Kayle did. That harlot, Shauna Vayne, seemingly had her sister in the palm of her hand. So when The Institute requested her to fuck other people for money how could she turn them away?
She wasn't all too confident in herself, however. Though she may have been a mistress of dark arts and suffering, those traits didn't exactly carry over to the bedroom entirely well. And, if she was being honest, she was relatively easy to please. All it took was dirty talk and experienced fingers, mixed in with some breast fondling to usually finish her off. But she had a secret. One she had never shared with anyone other than her sister. Morgana was a massive masochist. What truly got her off was being abused. She discovered this truth about herself long ago. Back then, she had no idea the kind, brave, gentle sister she grew up with was a sadist until they made love for the first time. She could still remember the painful lashes Kayle administered to her rear, or the harsh slaps she received in the face, or the painful twists her nipples underwent. Her ass had been bruised for weeks after that first time. And although she had screamed and wept throughout the entire thing, she could not deny how outstanding it made her feel. She figured her fetish correlated with her being the Mistress of Suffering. It only made sense that her darkest desire was to undergo suffering herself.
Regardless of her warped desires, Sona was just a little girl standing in her way, and although she didn't particularly find it sexy to hurt people, taking that girl's innocence from would be entertaining. Her bright demeanor reminded her of her sister far more than she wished to remember, and for that, she would pay. The Fallen Angel couldn't wait to get her hands on, or rather, in the Maven of the Strings.
Sona had many misconceptions surrounding her, as well. For starters, she wasn't entirely mute. It was true that she couldn't verbally speak, but her propensity for magic allowed her to telepathically communicate to those close with her. Not close in the sense of proximity, but close in the sense of intimacy. And, as sex was a very intimate act, she figured she would have no problems communicating with Morgana.
There was just one other little detail people seemed to get wrong about her. Many thought Sona was a quiet, prudent woman, who kept to herself and had no interests in sexual relations. In reality, she was probably the biggest sexual deviant in the whole League. It was true that she often did keep to herself, but only because she knew how to please herself best. The woman was unbelievably kinky, with ropes and whips adorning her bedroom walls and bondage devices scattered along the ground. Many of the champions felt anxious when they announced this test, but she only responded with quiet delight. Edging was something she did daily, hourly even, and this was essentially one large edging tournament, seeing who could outlast their opponent.
She had lovers, too, though they were infrequent. People often couldn't… handle her methods. She recalled a time not long ago when she had seduced Soraka and lured her back to her room, only to subject the former celestial being to fetishes she knew not even existed. Ever since, Soraka couldn't get off without copious amounts of candle wax and ball gags. And although she visited Sona for some catching up occasionally, the sex was too mentally taxing to engage in frequently.
The men Sona had been with… well, they had never come back for more. She figured her techniques scared them off, but she didn't mind. Sona thought the female body was spectacular, after all. Women had so many things to touch… or tie up. So many sensitive areas, so many places to poke and prod to elicit moans and screams aplenty. Just the thought of being able to dominate all the women in this tournament made her very, very wet. She would never get the chance to fuck them under normal circumstances. Luckily, these weren't normal circumstances.
Sona was ecstatic for this match to begin. She knew the other women counted her out as soon as they saw she was participating, and she couldn't wait to show them how much of a slut she could be.
After Anders walked them into the room they began stripping. Sona removed her blue dress first, chucking the big thing off of her body like it was weightless. This revealed her undergarments, a black bra struggling to hold in her D cup breasts and a black thong to match. On her legs was a pair of black stockings that did little to hide her supple, thick thighs.
Morgana raised an eyebrow at the rather… cavalier appearance from her opponent. "I didn't know you hid such illustrious clothing underneath that dress, Sona." She muttered. The Maven did not respond, instead she merely smiled and stood still with her hands on her hips and eyes planted squarely on Morgana's chest, waiting for her adversary to disrobe herself. The Fallen Angel ushered herself along, removing her top to reveal her own breasts, rivaling Sona's in size. Her pale skin contrasted with the purple color of her nipples, and Sona had to hide her delight when she noticed the horizontal piercings running through them. Morgana continued undressing, clearly not fazed by her apparent nudity. She yanked her tattered skirt off, making sure to provide a show for Sona by arching her back and sticking her ass out. It fell to the ground harmlessly and she stepped out of it, revealing a purple G-string that hugged her hips and left little to the imagination. Morgana made sure to turn around when she slipped it off, letting Sona gawk at her heart shaped ass.
Not wanting to be outdone, Sona slowly unhooked the straps of her bra, allowing it to gingerly peel off. Gravity did the rest as it fell to the ground, revealing her pink nipples to the world. Her thong came next, as she reenacted Morgana by turning around and bending over while taking it off, allowing the Fallen Angel to get an excellent view of her shapely backside and pussy lips. She elected to keep her thigh high stockings on, figuring they were just too sexy to let go of.
The two women, now fully nude and ready to mingle, waiting catercorner in the room until the buzzer sounded.
Once it did, Sona and Morgana both made slow strides towards one another. They met in the middle and began with some light fondling and kissing, likely trying to *feel* the other out. Sona's hands found their way to Morgana's breasts, slowly kneading over them. Morgana wrapped her index finger and thumb around Sona's left nipple, slowly tweaking and squeezing it. The two engaged in a somewhat meek kiss, letting their tongues roam free with no effort to impede.
The aphrodisiac was working as intended, but was relatively unnecessary. Sona clearly wanted to fuck the Fallen Angel, as she didn't have many chances to copulate with a god. Morgana, on the other hand, always found the Maven to be quite beautiful, and she was curious what goods she was hiding underneath that modest dress. The two were clearly into it, as they continued their ministrations in the center of the room. Sona began grinding on Morgana's knee, and the Fallen Angel could feel the moistness of her opponent's womanhood.
"Already so wet, little girl?" She said, breaking their kiss for a moment.
"Just for you, darling." Sona communicated telepathically, causing Morgana to flinch. Her eyes studied the Maven's face for a moment.
"You can speak?" Morgana asked, her anxiety rising from this revelation. Sona grabbed a handful of her ass and squeezed tightly, which elicited a yelp from the Fallen Angel.
"Only you can hear me." Sona said, using the hand not currently grabbing Morgana's ass to roughly pinch the Fallen Angel's nipple. Painfully so.
Morgana's eyes widened and before she could contain herself, she let out a deeply erotic moan. Sona took notice of this and grinned, deciding to test her opponent once more. The hand gripping her ass slowly slid up, letting the nails drag painfully across the juicy flesh of Morgana's rear. They didn't break the skin but left red marks on her ass. The Fallen Angel clearly stifled another lewd moan, and that was all Sona needed to see to understand.
"Oh! This is too fantastic!" Sona said. "You're a painslut, aren't you?"
Morgana did not respond, instead electing to take Sona to the ground before she could continue figuring out her weakness. Sona seemingly had no objection to this, she merely smiled as Morgana sat dominantly on her stomach.
The Fallen Angel quickly got to work, rubbing the Maven's clit briefly before inserting two of her fingers inside. She used her other hand to grope Sona's left tit, tweaking her nipple over her thumb repeatedly. Morgana was a bit confused at Sona's reaction. She didn't try to fight her off, she didn't try to break free, she didn't try to pleasure her back. Instead, she merely laid there, a grin on her face and a blush tinting her cheeks, seemingly intent on taking the pleasure Morgana was distributing. Her mouth opened to make the sound of a moan, but no sound came out. The scientists couldn't hear it, the champions in the watching room couldn't hear it…
But Morgana could.
She heard each and every one of Sona's lewd moans. They were loud, echoing throughout her brain continuously. The Maven writhed in pleasure, clearly loving every single second of this.
"I love it when you touch me like that, Morg." Sona communicated in a whisper. Morgana''s fingering became faster, and her groping more intense.
"Only my- *huff* -sister calls me Morg, you slut!" The Fallen Angel said angrily, using all of her strength to push Sona over the edge, intent on finishing her off. She kept up the tandem of intense fingering and breast fondling for what felt like minutes, but Sona never showed any signs of even approaching orgasm. She was enjoying it, surely, but not overly so. Her back would slightly arch every few seconds, and her moans were still in Morgana's head, but it was beginning to feel pointless.
"Why won't you just cum already?!" The Fallen Angel said, eyes flaring in intensity.
Sona giggled in response, before saying, "I constantly edge myself, Morgana. Everyday. I even wear a vibrator during my matches sometimes. I live for fighting off orgasms. Do you really think you could inflict one so easily?"
Morgana's eyes slightly widened and her fingers stopped thrusting for a moment. Sona decided to take advantage of this and gently pushed Morgana from her stomach to between her legs.
Both women's pussies were grazing one another in their current state and they knew what time it was. Sona began gyrating her hips, gently rubbing her womanhood up and down Morgana's. The duo both moaned simultaneously, Morgana aloud, Sona only in Morgana's head.
The Fallen Angel often engaged in tribadism with her sister back in the day. In fact, it was their favorite position. Due to this, Morgana felt a small surge of confidence. She may not have been able to beat the Maven earlier, but this was her territory.
Sona, on the other hand, seemed unfazed. She reacted the same way to the tribbing as she had prior, moaning somewhat frequently, but never losing herself in the pleasure. Her thrusts were becoming more intense as they continued, causing Morgana to let out a rather perverse moan.
Sona reached over a hand and painfully pinched Morgana's left nipple, eliciting a shriek and a moan. She continued her prodding, roughly working over her opponent's nipples as her pelvic thrusts only quickened in speed.
Sona was definitely enjoying this. Perhaps too much. She could feel the aphrodisiac setting in now, as the match had been going on for a couple minutes. Every collision between their pussies sent bolts of electricity throughout her body, but she only grinned in response. She had once spent an entire day in bondage, with a ball gag in her mouth and a remote control vibrator in her pussy. Every single time she felt on the edge of orgasm she would shut it off, denying herself from climax. She did it so much it was practically second nature. The Maven had learned how to ride the wave of pleasure without letting it explode.
Still, the aphrodisiac did worry her. The opportunity to dominate all of these champions was simply too good to let slip in the first round. How could she consider herself a dominatrix if she was defeated so easily?
Morgana's head had drooped slightly from the intense pleasure, but she still stood her ground. Her own orgasm was close, but she had been fighting tooth and nail to avoid it, and so far, she was succeeding. She also noticed Sona's moans becoming a bit more intense and perverse, and she saw the apparent blush on her cheeks had moved down to her throat and breasts. The Maven had become unhinged, even if just by a small amount. She had confidence that she could win at this rate.
Sona suddenly flipped Morgana around, shoving the Fallen Angel's abdomen to the floor. Morgana laid on her stomach and breasts, with her legs spread out in a "V" position behind her. It all happened so fast she didn't have much of a chance to react. Sona had climbed upon her back, with each one of her knees finding a place on the floor beside her mid section. Morgana realized how compromising this position was, but the weight of Sona on top of her was too much to do anything about it.
The Maven's fingers trailed past her opponent's bottom, giving a rough, painful spank to the exposed cheek, before gently teasing her asshole and finally, finding a home inside her pussy. She shoved three fingers inside and blasted them quickly, causing Morgana to gasp in surprise.
Her free hand reached underneath the Fallen Angel's chest and, yet again, painfully pinched her nipples. She could feel Morgana writhing around under her, caught between wanting to break free, but wanting to stay there and be dominated. Sona didn't give her much choice, as she quickly removed her free hand from her opponent's nipples and brought them to her shapely behind, giving it rough, cruel smacks as her fingers continued their work. Morgana's mewls and moans were pathetic. A strand of saliva had dripped from her mouth to the ground. Sona relished in her whimpers, taking in the sound of a true masochist. Before long, she could tell Morgana was on the very edge, as her groans of pleasure had turned to pleas.
"P-p-please…" Another moan interrupted Morgana's sentence. "I d-don't want to lose."
"Oh, Morg." Sona said, her fingers coated in Morgana's nectars as she continued her onslaught. "Just. Let. Go." She gave the Mistress of Suffering the cruelest spanks yet, delivering each one with every word she said. When Sona had said the word "go", Morgana released a wail and reared back her head, as her orgasm finally emerged and her juices sprayed themselves all over Sona's fingers.
Sona retraced her fingers nearly as soon as it happened and she brought them to Morgana's mouth, forcing the Fallen Angel to suck on her own juices. Once her fingers were licked clean, she stood up and dusted herself off, before going to a bag in the corner of the room. Morgana still lay there, head pressed against the floor, eyes watering from her humiliating defeat. To a mortal, no less.
She didn't have time to wallow, though, as Sona returned with a variety of instruments. First came the ball gag, which the Maven expertly strapped across the Fallen Angel's mouth. The big red sphere in the middle prevented Morgana from saying anything to protest, not that she would anyway. As loathe as she was to admit it, she knew what Sona was about to do. And she hadn't gotten off like that in a long, long time.
Sona used the copious amount of jute rope she had brought in her bag to begin tying Morgana up. She was honestly surprised the scientists gave her the OK to bring them, but they did say the loser would have to make the winner cum. And Sona only liked to cum under very specific circumstances.
She bound Morgana wrists and arms together behind her back, and then brought her ankles up to tie them to her wrists. It was the classic hogtie position. One of Sona's favorites.
Next, she brought out a black riding crop, and slowly drug it over Morgana's skin, teasing her subject.
Morgana only whimpered into the gag, wishing with all her might that she would continue.
"What do you want me to do, Morg?" Sona said seductively, before bringing a hitachi do her own womanhood, letting the instrument's quick vibrations pleasure her pussy.
"I-I" Her voice was muffled from the gag, but Sona could make out her words. She had a lot of experience hearing people in gags talk. "I want you t-to hurt me."
Sona only smiled, before giving the Fallen Angel a rough spank to the behind. Morgana yelped from the pain, but moaned from the pleasure she derived from it.
"You like this, don't you?" She delivered another painful smack, this time to Morgana's back. "To be used, like this."
"Mmm-mmhmmm." Morgana moaned in approval. Sona continued spanking the Fallen angel a few more times, eliciting more moans. She suddenly stopped, much to Morgana's dismay, until she saw that Sona had retrieved two nipple clamps connected by a chain from her bag. She placed them tightly on Morgana and they began working as intended, pinching the pale woman's areolas so harshly tears began to well in her eyes.
"You're nothing but a slut, Morgana. You should swing by my place sometime. I can do a whole lot more to you there."
Morgana couldn't respond verbally. Instead she just whimpered and moaned into the gag. Tears had begun streaming down her face from the intense pain, but her pussy was already dripping again from all the pleasure.
Sona knelt down and placed her pussy directly in front of Morgana's face before removing the gag. She also discarded her hitachi, prompting Morgana to lick her.
"I'm close, Morg. Won't you help me cum?"
Morgana happily obliged, licking Sona's soft, supple lips with gusto. Sona roughly grabbed Morgana's chin and forced her to make eye contact while doing the deed, and even slapped her face a few times (though not too hard).
Before long, Sona had reached her limit, and, while staring down at her submissive subject, arched her back and released a pent up moan. Her juices showered Morgana's face, covering her more than she could have imagined. Never had she seen an orgasm so big. Sona must have been edging that one for months.
Sona only smiled down at the loser of the fight before getting to her feet and striding away, making sure to sway her hips with bravado.
"I mean what I said, Morg. You should come by my place sometime. We didn't even get to ass play yet."
Hahahahaha.
Bet you didn't see kinky perverted dominatrix Sona coming.
Thanks for reading. Normally I would tell you here to go vote on the next poll, but I'm gonna be doing an interlude chapter this week, so no need. The match between Ahri and Elise will take place after the next chapter, so I'll open the poll for that one after I publish the interlude. I want to start doing some more interludes and this seems like a perfect time since it's finals week and I have so much shit to do. Making a bit more of a concise chapter will make my life a lot easier.
Anyway, hope you enjoyed. If you haven't looked at the survey on my tumblr yet you may want to. I got the whole idea of one of the characters being a "painslut" from a suggestion someone wrote on it. I've definitely been reading all the responses and I'll be incorporating more ideas into the future of this series. You never know if your idea could be next :-)
~~Aelinna
