Match 9 / Quarterfinals / Akali vs. Ashe

Witty Title: Will Sexfights Ever Find True Balance?


Ashe could not shed the grin from her features. Things had worked out ever so perfectly.

For starters, she was extremely pleased to see she would be battling Akali in the quarterfinals matchup. Though the Frost Archer wanted to win the entire tournament, she also wanted to make as much gold as possible. Obviously, the more wins she got, the more her net gain would be. If she faced someone like Ahri or Leblanc in the quarterfinals and lost, then this tournament would have been relatively pointless. Sure, she made a little gold, but not nearly enough. Not yet, at least.

Therefore, she deemed Akali as the best opponent left for her to face. The girl was still severely inexperienced with women. Ashe had overheard from Anders that her battle against Riven was her face time with another woman. Although the Frost Archer didn't consider herself a full blown lesbian, she still had more than a few encounters with her own gender, meaning her experience gave her an edge. Also, Akali was one of the few contestants left, other than Irelia and Leona, that wasn't some sort of succubus or sex goddess. Facing off against Ahri, Leblanc, or even Sona, would be quite a tall task. For the first time in her life, she was thankful all she had to worry about was a shadow ninja.

The thing that excited her most, however? That had to be the bet they placed earlier today. Apparently, Akali had gone from a person completely uninterested in sex to a rampant lesbian after just one fight. She came to Ashe, begging her to agree to place a sexual bet on the match.

The Fist of Shadow wanted the loser of the fight to be the other's slave for an entire week. This 'slavery' did not only pertain to sex, however. The loser would have to cook, clean, and, in general, just be the winner's bitch for a week.

Ashe did not need long to agree on the bet. How could she not? She loved being dominant. Being in control of others. Though the prospect of cleaning Akali's house in little more than a skimpy maid outfit sent shivers down her spine, the chance of having that situation reversed with Akali in the role of the maid was too tantalizing to pass up on.

She liked the idea so much she wished she would have made it with Sejuani a week ago. What she wouldn't give to see the pathetic, defeated look on her sister's face as she complied with her every whim. Still, the sweet taste of victory against her Freljordian counterpart sufficed. For now.

Akali, too, was filled with uncontainable glee.

Her sexual libido had utterly skyrocketed since she began the tournament. She had never found herself particularly attracted to females, but her match against Riven awoke a monster within herself, locked away behind years of training and discipline. For the past few days she could not think of anything other than kinky desires and fetishes, all of which revolved around women.

Even now, an hour before her match with Ashe was slated to begin, she was fully nude in the safety of her own apartment, with her legs spread wide and her hand furiously pleasing her own womanhood.

She knew it was probably a bad idea to be masturbating so soon before a match, but she couldn't have cared less. It felt too good.

Akali had forsaken all of her other obligations over the last week. Ever since her first sexfight ended, she simply wasn't interested in training, or participating in league games, or attending Kinkou meetings. All she really had been doing was… this. Staying at home, with her clothes nowhere to be found and eyes glued to her computer while she furiously masturbated to the recorded matches of her other champions.

She was confused when the scientists gave all the winners a small USB drive with all of the matches on it. They said it was to allow them to "study and understand their opponents", but all she could do was get aroused by it. She especially got turned on when watching Irelia's tape. The way she dominated such an intimidating woman like Vi was… mesmerizing. The Fist of Shadow wanted a chance to dominate her Ionian counterpart, and maybe she would get it later in the tournament, but for now, Ashe would suffice.

She let out an alluring moan as her climax came, spraying her juices all over her hand. She heaved a heavy sigh, embarrassed that this was the third time she had cum that day, and it wasn't even noon yet. She was a mess.

Still, she smiled as she brought her fingers to her own mouth and sucked the nectar off of them. She hoped, in time, it would be Ashe's nectar she'd be tasting.

Akali's hands were clenched tightly in desperate anticipation as the counter began counting down. She could not take her eyes off the Freljordian beauty before her. Ashe's body type, in many ways, reflected Akali's. They both had medium sized breasts, slender legs, and tight, athletic asses, though the Ionian was far more toned across her midsection.

They hadn't spoke much since they made the bet the other day, which was fine with Akali. She wasn't much of a dirty talker. Ashe, however, seemed to hold a shard of silent intimidation. Though she said little, her eyes held a determined glare, her body was rigid and composed. She looked ready.

The buzzer sounded and Akali charged, her lust and eagerness to get a piece of Ashe trumping any tactics or plan. The Frost Archer welcomed her charge, and allowed Akali to tackle her to the ground. Much like her match against Sejuani, she was physically at a disadvantage. Akali was strong; years of training in the Kinkou would do that to any person. Ashe's body was built for speed, a trait of not much value in this current setting. Still, the Freljordian royalty felt confident. She knew Akali was overcome with lust and planned to use it to her advantage.

The Ionian pressed her body weight atop Ashe and explored her body with her fingers, tracing each piece of skin like it was a map. She grazed over her breasts and nipples, before gripping the princess' succulent thighs. Soon after she trailed her hands down her opponent's spine, gently guiding them to her rear, before squeezing it rather tightly.

Ashe could do little but take it, not that she minded. She thought Akali's apparent inexperience with women was cute, albeit somewhat frustrating. The Ionian had no idea how to truly please a woman. Her hands were clumsy, her demeanor ravenous but unconfident. She obviously wanted to fuck Ashe, but wasn't certain of the best approach.

"Y'know." Ashe said, her own hands reaching Akali's backside, giving it a harsh spank. "When you become my slave, I'm gonna teach you a few things about pleasing women."

"Oh yeah?" Akali said, her lust strengthening from Ashe's insult. "We'll see about that." Akali pushed a knee in between the Frost Archer's thighs. Immediately, Ashe let out a groan. The aphrodisiac had made her more susceptible to any form of stimulation, even Akali's unrefined knee grinding. The Ionian continued her assault by taking Ashe's right nipple into her mouth, licking it, biting it, and prodding it gently with her tongue. The Frost Archer released a frustrated moan before slipping her hand off of Akali's ass cheek and in between them. She slowly rubbed Akali's womanhood, even sliding her hand up slightly more to reach the Fist of Shadow's taint and asshole. The response from Akali was immediate. Her mouth fell agape for a few moments before a elongated moan escaped her lips. Ashe smiled. She had done so little, but it seemed to have a big impact.

"Perhaps you like girls a bit too much?" She said, relishing in her trash talk. She loved to kick an enemy when they were down.

Akali grit her teeth, unable to move or continue pleasing Ashe as the pleasure from Ashe's assault was just too much. She couldn't believe the difference between the Freljordian's delicate fingers and her own. It was heavenly.

Ashe slid down her opponent's body just slightly so that Akali's breasts hung just above her face. Seeing her opportunity, the Frost Archer took turns sucking on both nipples, trying her best go give each one an equal amount of care. This prompted more moans from Akali, as she laid there atop Ashe, moaning like a bitch in heat. Just when Ashe felt like the battle was practically over, Akali slid downwards as well, removing her breasts from Ashe's mouth and replacing it with her tongue. The Frost Archer blinked, surprised by the deep kiss the Ionian had planted on her lips. The hand on Akali's pussy came to a screeching halt as well, as she had been taken so off guard from the kiss.

Akali took advantage of her brief reprieve and turned Ashe over so that she was on the bottom. To most, this would seem like a foolhardy move that would give her opponent control, but to Akali, it was exactly what she wanted. She was grounded and unable to be moved like this, so Ashe would not be able to manipulate her body so easily. But that didn't mean the Frost Archer wouldn't try.

The two girls engaged in a mixture of sex and wrestling, as they both tried to force the opponent into compromising positions, all while distributing whatever pleasure they could. They grappled, sweat covered breasts pressed firmly against each other's. Both women struggled for leverage as their knees gently stimulated their pussies.

It was Akali who came out with an advantage, though. She managed to flip the Freljordian onto her stomach, putting her in a bind by sitting on top of her back as to limit her movement. Ashe could do nothing as the weight from her opponent prevented her from moving. Akali's fingers soon found their way to Ashe's womanhood. She rubbed it gently for a couple seconds before sliding two fingers in.

"Oh shiiiiiit…" Ashe moaned, her eyes widening from the pleasure. She had not expected Akali to be so hasty and was not prepared to be penetrated. Akali pumped her fingers in and out with vigor, each thrust seemingly prompting another moan from the Frost Archer. The Ionian added more fuel to the fire by leaning forwards, allowing her own breasts to press into Ashe's back while she leaned into the Freljordian's ear and whispered, "I can't wait to see you serving me in a maid outfit, slut."

Akali licked Ashe's ear extensively after her taunt. At first, Ashe tried to pull her head away to avoid the added stimulation, but after a small amount of time, Akali noticed the Frost Archer's attempts to escape becoming more and more feeble. She was giving into the pleasure.

Akali smiled, her fingers dripping wet from all of Ashe's pre-cum. She decided to get a bit raunchy and do something she had been fantasizing about for the last few days. She took her fingers out of Ashe's pussy and brought them to the Frost Archer's mouth. She was both surprised and delighted to see Ashe accept them so willingly, as she took both of them into her mouth and sucked off her own nectar with extreme fervor. In fact, it turned Akali on so much that she failed to recognize Ashe's counterattack. By the time she felt the Freljordian's hips bucking upwards to toss her off, it was too late. She fell forward and hit the ground hard. She grunted with frustration before quickly righting herself and facing her opponent, who was smiling a wide grin and held a menacing look in her eyes.

"You shouldn't have done that." Ashe said, her cold anger evident in her malice laced tone. "It was humiliating. Now I'll have to humiliate you."

Ashe pounced onto Akali, rabid to get to her genitals. The two tussled for control for a short while, until finally they settled on the "69" position, with Ashe on top and Akali on the bottom.

They licked each other's pussies, both girls determined to taste sweet victory, à la make their opponent cum before they did. At first, Akali was clearly winning, as her ravenous and animalistic style caught Ashe off guard.

"Ahh!" The Frost Archer moaned, her ass slightly twerking just over Akali's head. As time went on, however, the tables turned, as Ashe's more slow and sensual style came to fruition. She had been warming Akali up since they started, slowly breaking her down with her technique.

Ashe knew how to eat pussy. She knew it well. Though Akali was determined, her style reeked of sloppiness and inexperience. Ashe's tongue was tried and tested, its slow ministrations on Akali's clitoris and southern lips proving her dominance, as they Ionian could do little but moan and whimper into her opponent's womanhood from the pleasure.

Ashe felt confident. She was staving off her own orgasm well enough despite the pleasure being relatively intense, and was inflicting her opponent with waves of euphoria that she knew would come to a head soon enough.

All of sudden, the Freljordian's eyes widened as she felt her orgasm approaching with incredible haste. She knew not why it was coming, for only a moment ago she was keeping it at bay with little to no problems. Feeling desperate, Ashe tried to lift her hips up and away from Akali's face, only to have the Fist of Shadow bring both of her hands to the Frost Archer's rosy colored ass cheeks and hold her down. Ashe continued eating Akali's pussy, but was internally screaming as she felt her orgasm bubbling at the surface, about to burst.

Her eyes widened even further when she heard the loudest moan of the match escape into the air. At first she thought it was from her, but soon discovered it was not her own mouth that made the noise, but Akali's. A moment later, the Fist of Shadow's juices discharged from her pussy and filled her mouth, signaling the Freljordian's victory. Ashe let out a relieved chuckle, relishing in the taste of Akali's nectar, before losing total control of her own body and cumming all over Akali, who, despite her own orgasm, had continued dining on Ashe's assets.

The match was over. Ashe had won by a matter of seconds, and she thanked each and every god she knew that she did. With this, she had earned 14,000 gold total. 11,000 of it was from winning the first two rounds, and the other 3,000 came from Akali's stack, which she reaped half of by defeating her. Of course, she knew she could still lose the next round and only come away with 7,000 gold, but that was still a considerable amount of money, so she was satisfied. For now. More importantly, she had won the bet, and as she lay there, bruised and exhausted, panting for breath atop her opponent, she could only fantasize about what she was going to make that little Ionian slut do for her.


:: Four Days Later ::


Well, my week of slavery to Ashe is officially more than half way over.

I suppose it hasn't been all too bad. Demeaning? Yes. Humiliating? Yes. Sexually frustrating? Definitely yes. But, at the very least, I've learned a lot about pleasing women. So much so that I feel very confident in courting one of my own when I get out of here.

See, Ashe hasn't been pulling any punches when it comes to this slavery stuff. For the last four days I've been cooking all of her meals, cleaning up all of her messes, and catering to her each and every sexual desire. Not that I mind, though. I personally enjoy cooking and cleaning, so that isn't much of a hassle, and I do love pleasing other women, especially Freljordian princesses. There's just one little problem.

She's been forcing me to wear a chastity belt.

Yes, I know. How evil. Who would have thought the peace-seeking Princess of Freljord could be such a spiteful bitch?

I can't… even… remotely touch my genitals. The belt has a zipper lining my entire crotch and ass crack, and it is permanently sealed shut, locked behind...well… a lock. It dangles at the bottom of the device, right between my thighs.

You have no idea what true misery is like until you want to touch yourself all day but are unable to. What's worse is that Ashe has constantly been teasing me. It would be one thing if I just had to fuck her, because then, at the very least, I wouldn't be getting much stimulation. But, that harlot constantly sucks on my nipples, or licks my thighs, or embraces me in deep kisses. She makes me want it so bad, only to cruelly remind me that, so long as I stay here, I won't be getting any of it.

My attire certainly doesn't help either. She's got me all dolled up in this slutty little maid outfit, complete with black stockings, a skirt that does very little to hide my nether regions, and a corset that leaves my breasts practically dangling out in the open.

"Akali!" I hear my master call out to me, breaking me from my thoughts. Honestly, I don't want to go attend to whatever task she needs me to do, but I have little choice. I am a woman of my word. I make my way out of the living room and into the kitchen, only to find my master wearing a T-shirt and… nothing else. Ashe's jeans are dropped to the ground around her ankles, and she's leaning over the counter on the opposite side of the room with her back facing me. I already know what she wants from me, so I make my way over to her and drop to my knees. From this angle, I have a marvelous view of her pale ass and, without a work spoken between us, I spread her cheeks and begin to service her.

During my time here, I've found Ashe to be relatively nice… except when she's horny. She always commends me on my cooking and cleaning, but when she wants me to get her off she is very, very critical.

I suspect it is because she knows how inexperienced I am with women and wants me to grow in that department. For what it's worth, I feel like its been working so far.

"I have a meeting to get to Akali." She says coldly, doing her best to sound completely disinterested in the current situation despite the fact that I'm literally eating her pussy as she speaks. "You better hurry up. I don't feel like being frustrated the rest of the day."

My face envelops iteslf further between her peachy cheeks and I put my tongue into overdrive, lapping at her quickly but with a modicum of control and purpose; a technique I can thank her for teaching me.

I feel her body tensing and trembling slightly from my work, and although she refuses to give me the pleasure of letting out any moans, I know I'm doing a good job. I pick my hands up and bring them to her ass cheeks, slowly massaging them with my fingers. It was undoubtedly a risk. Ashe has punished me in days prior for touching her without permission. However, it seems to have paid off, because I am not met with a whipping or scolding, but instead with a reassuring sigh and groan from the Freljordian princess.

Before long, I feel her body convulse slightly and her juices rain down on my face. She somewhat roughly shoves my head away from her and puts her jeans back on as if nothing had happened. It frustrates me a decent amount. I mean, I just made her cum in what? Three minutes? A little gratitude would go a long way. Alas, Ashe is not that kind of master.

She walks me to the front door before reaching in one of the many cabinets and pulling out a lengthy strapon. I am surprised but do my best not to show it. She hates when I'm emotive. She places the strapon on the ground beside me.

"Get naked." She orders.

I raise an eyebrow but comply, stripping away my maid outfit until I'm left in nothing but my chastity belt. That's when I see her pull a key out of her purse, and for a moment, my heart flutters. Could this be it? I am finally free of this stupid thing?

"Get on all fours and face away from me."

Again, I follow her orders, dropping down to my hands and knees like a dog and sticking my ass high in the air for her to see. I can't see what she's doing but I feel her getting closer and my heart races as I expect the lock between my legs to be opened at any second…

***SMACK***

I recoil from the pain I feel on my left ass cheek and turn around questioningly. There she is, hand extended and red from the blow. I was expecting her to unlock my belt, but all she's done is spanked my ass very cruely and humiliated me.

"I'll be gone for a few hours. You will not move. You will stay like you are right now, with your ass high in the air and your face on the ground. If you get up to eat something, I will know. If you go to the restroom, I will know. If you do anything other than what you are doing right now, I will know. Are we clear?"

"Y-yes, Master." I respond, ashamed by my submissiveness.

"Good girl. If I find you like that when I get back, I'll unlock that belt and fuck you in the ass as a reward."

And like that, she's gone. Out the front door like a ship in the night.

She's gonna fuck me in the ass? I've never had anyone do that before. It'll probably hurt.

And yet, I find myself smiling. Maybe all the humiliation I've endured over the past few days has made me numb to the ridiculousness of it all. All I know is, I can't wait for her to get back.

And I am definitely not moving from this spot.


Sorry again for being late. The world hasn't made the last few weeks very easy for me and my writing has taken a hit from it. I rewrote this chapter so many times because I just never felt satisfied with it. Even now, I'm not the biggest fan, but I think it's decent enough. Plus I don't wanna keep anyone waiting any longer.

So I'll be taking down the Ashe vs. Akali poll and putting up the Sona vs. Syndra one on my tumblr. Let me know in the reviews what the loser's punishment should be. I'm having a lot of writer's block so any suggestion helps.

I think it'll be a fun chapter to write. I hope everyone enjoyed this chapter. Thanks for reading.

~~Aelinna