Match 10 / Quarterfinals / Sona vs. Syndra
Witty Title: Orgasm Control Patrol
"Fuck!" Syndra moaned. She was currently face down on the floor, with her breasts squished firmly against the carpet, her ass high up in the air, and her back arched low. She looked like a true slut.
The reason for her being in this rather vulnerable position was none other than her opponent, Sona. When the match began, she suspected it to be a fairly easy one. She had never seen Sona have sex before and neglected to watch the tapes the Institute had distributed to her for study, so she assumed the woman was innocent and inexperienced. That's how everyone looked at Sona.
But she was wrong. So, so, so unbelievably wrong. They called her the Maven of the Strings, but Syndra thought the Mistress of the Strings would have been more apt. The woman was a severe dominatrix. Her presence and control rivaled the Dark Sovereign's own. In fact, it might even have been far greater.
The match had begun rather harmlessly. The two women got undressed, Syndra gawked a bit at Sona's larger than life assets, and they entered the fighting chamber. She had assumed her opponent was pretty much just going to lie there and take it, but Sona had other plans. Once the buzzer tolled the woman was a machine. In an instant she stopped being innocent and shy and became something far more… sinister. She grabbed the Sovereign by the shoulders and forced her on her back. Syndra could do nothing to stop her. Her mere presence was so alarming that it rendered the mage helpless. She moved with confidence and purpose. Her words were demeaning and foul. It was a sight Syndra truly never thought she would see.
Once Sona got to work on her was when the real trouble began. Her fingers brought absolute bliss. Her tongue felt akin to the tongue of a god. Syndra's pleasure was so intense she couldn't fight back. It took everything she had to not cum in an instant.
That is what led to the situation she is currently in. The Maven had flipped her on her stomach and pushed her face to the floor, before spreading her ass cheeks and diving face first between them. She licked long strides up her pussy and asshole, hitting every single nerve in just the right way. Syndra could have moved if she wanted. There was nothing that bound her in this position, nor was Sona putting any weight on her. And yet, she dared not move. Sona's dominant personality had overtaken her own and turned her into the Maven's sub. Her mind had dissolved into little more than a haze of pleasure and bliss.
"Ooooohhhhh…" She mewled, trying her best to suppress her moan but failing to do so. She didn't want to let this woman control her. She wanted to be the one that was doing the dominating. But she was powerless and at the mercy of the Maven's tongue.
Syndra's pleasure was only rivaled by her embarrassment. To succumb so easily to a woman like this… It would devastate her reputation. Her shame was so intense that she could not tell if the blush on her face was out of embarrassment or arousal. What annoyed her even more was that her last victory against Evelynn showed that she was more than capable of dealing with dominatrixes. She destroyed the Widowmaker so badly it practically broke the bitch's mind. Afterwards, the Shadow Isles native had begun living at her floating fortress as a sex slave… by choice. At the time, Syndra was merely confused and allowed it out of curiosity. As the days went on she found that Evelynn simply wanted to be her plaything. She found it funny that she had the power to break her so deeply just from a single sexual encounter. Nevertheless, she kept her around. Having a personal servant to cater to your every desire at any moment in the day was a treat, indeed.
But now, her mind was clouded with the possibility that after this duel she may become Sona's plaything. They never placed any bets on the match, so there was nothing that would force her to do so, but… She had never been dominated this severely before. Not even on the rift. What if… Sona would become her new master?
"Syndra… I think it's my turn to have some fun." The Dark Sovereign was ripped from her thoughts by Sona's voice. Before she knew it, the Maven had gripped her hair and painfully pulled her to a kneeling position. She walked in front of her and stood still, her ass a couple inches away from the Sovereign's face. With a hand on her hip and a cocky stance, Sona slapped her own ass cheeks a few times before spreading them wide open and commanding Syndra to: "Dig in."
The mage did as she was told, burying her face between the soft, rosy cheeks of her opponent. It was her face time ever tasting Sona, which was somewhat embarrassing considering the match had been going on for at least five minutes by now. Nevertheless, it was heavenly. Sona's essence was marvelous. Not only in taste, but also in smell. It reminded her of the flowers that grew around her fortress. Perhaps it was some form of nostalgia that caused her to eat her opponent's pussy out with such vigor.
"Oh!" Sona moaned, her voice only heard by Syndra due to the telepathy. "That's a goooooood girl. You know, Syndra, most people wouldn't stop fucking their opponent in a battle like this. Doubly so due to the fact that you were about to cum."
It was also something Syndra was wondering when Sona had taken this new position. She had her on the ropes. If she had continued for only 30 more seconds, then surely this would all be over.
"Truth is… I just love feeling pleasure. I love it more than life itself. It's one of the many reasons I hardly ever allow myself to orgasm. Because if I do, then I won't be able to please myself for at least a few hours while I cool off. So, for now, I'm just gonna enjoy you a little bit more before I finish you off." Sona ended her speech with another lewd moan, the blush on her face accentuating the fun she was having.
Syndra wanted to fight against Sona's dominance with her own, but realized that this position was quite… beneficial to her. Merely a minute ago she was about to cum at this woman's behest, but now, she was free from any stimulation, and, in fact, dishing out pleasure to her opponent. Though she realized that Sona would be tough to break, mainly due to the woman openly admitting how often she towed the line of orgasm for fun, there was no reason to not give it her all. So, swallowing her pride, the Sovereign continued eating Sona's pussy, licking small, tender strokes up and around the lips before paying attention to the clitoris. It seemed to be working, if Sona's telepathic moans were of any indication.
"Ah! Yes! Just liiiiike that." She said, her ass bouncing slightly on Syndra's face as she rode her tongue.
Syndra was really getting into it now, practically suffocating between Sona's soft cheeks. She gently rubbed the back of the Maven's creamy thighs with her hands, eliciting an affirmation from her opponent.
Just as Syndra began to feel she was making real progress she felt the Maven's hand grip her hair and rip her head out from between the creamy ass cheeks she was just beginning to grow accustomed to. Sona turned around and brought Syndra up from her knees to her feet, and for a moment, the two merely stared into one another's eyes. Sona could see the small traces of anger hiding within Syndra's purple orbs, desperate to break free and let her dominant side come out. Luckily, they had yet to emerge fully, and, for now, she believed Syndra was still hers to toy with. She pushed the Sovereign's head into her chest and smothered her between her large breasts, enjoying the coughing and gagging coming from Syndra as she quickly found herself without a reliable flow of oxygen. Soon after she freed her, but the Sovereign understood her next task and brought her mouth to one of Sona's large areolas. She took it fully and licked it slowly, all the while using her hand to roughly pinch and prod at the other one. Sona gave approving moans and brought her hand to Syndra's chest, doing similar things to the mage's nipples.
Both the women were enjoying the pleasure. Syndra couldn't help but groan from it, even with a mouthful of nipple. Sona, on the other hand, could feel her orgasm approaching, but paid it no heed. She had plenty of experience in a position like this and knew just the right way to avoid it.
"So, Syndra, when I win-ah- what kind of punishment would you like? I can fuck you in the ass, if you're into that."
Syndra decided not to respond to Sona, fearing that if she did she would only give the Maven more energy to win. Instead, she traveled down Sona's midsection with her hand, slowly traversing her opponent's body with tender touches. She reached Sona's pussy and gently rubbed at it, making small circular motions with her hand on the clit. Sona responded positively, groaning an extremely lewd moan into the air as she arched her back slightly, as if beckoning Syndra for more. The Sovereign responded appropriately, speeding up the ministrations of both her tongue and hand. Her two pronged attack was proving effective, as she could feel Sona's hands beginning to falter and lose interest with her own breasts, relinquishing her from the stimulation the Maven was providing.
Syndra felt her confidence return, as for the first time in the whole battle, she felt like she had made some progress. A smile stretched across her features and by the time Sona saw it, it was too late.
The Maven felt her body being thrust towards the ground and pinned by Syndra's hands. She struggled against them and shot her opponent a look of pure fury, all the while squirming for in inch of breathing room whilst on her back.
"Becoming rebellious, are we?" She said, venom dripping from her voice.
Sona saw a flash in the air and felt a hot pain across her face a second later. She looked up and was completely taken aback when she realized Syndra had slapped her.
"Shut the fuck up, bitch." The Sovereign said, incredibly glad to hear her confidence finally return in her voice. "You had your fun. Now, it's my turn."
Sona struggled against her opponent, trying to break free from her pin, but was sufficiently weaker and unable to do so. Syndra was not only a few inches taller than the Maven, but also built a tad more lean. She was not particularly muscular, but often times engaged in meditation and yoga, both of which improved upper body and core strength. Because of such, Sona stood no chance in a battle of pure physicality. She had been banking on her ability to break Syndra mentally, but with that clearly out the window, fear set in to the Maven's mind for the first time. Being held down like this, unable to move, unable to even breathe, it gave her an overwhelming sense of helplessness.
She could do nothing as Syndra switched positions and sat atop her face, bringing her knees to the ground on the sides of the Maven's chest. However, the Sovereign had sat rather high on Sona, positioning her pussy close to her nose rather than her mouth. The Maven was forced to inhale Syndra's essence, but could do practically nothing at all to pleasure it. She tried to bring her arms up to fight Syndra off, but could not move them as they had been pinned against her side by the Sovereign's large thighs. Syndra reached forward and yanked Sona's left leg upwards and braced it against her own chest using Sona's ankle. She took a moment to admire her work.
She had pulled off a perfect pin. Sona could not move her arms whatsoever due to Syndra's thighs trapping them against the ground. She could not try to cover her pussy from Syndra's fingers because the Sovereign had pulled one of her legs into the air, meaning her womanhood was practically all access. What's more, the Maven could hardly move because of Syndra's position on top of her. She heard angered curses and wails of disapproval from Sona, but paid it no mind. She knew it was her time to dominate.
Syndra roughly inserted two fingers into Sona's pussy without warning, eliciting a groan from her counterpart. She began thrusting them in and out with incredible speed. Wet noises could be hard as they entered due to the copious amount of nectar Sona had been leaking since the match began.
"Not talking so much anymore, are you?" Syndra said, a smile adorning her face. Truthfully, she had no idea how long it would take to make Sona cum, as she was aware of the woman's incredible stamina, but it mattered little. In this position, they weren't going anywhere, and the aphrodisiac would only increase in intensity further with every passing minute. Eventually she would give in.
Sona's struggled less and less against her opponent as she accepted her fate. She could feel her orgasm nearing and was using every fiber in her body to avoid it, but it seemed inevitable. Unless Syndra inexplicably fell off of her, the battle was all but lost. Still, she tried to hold on. She wanted to win, not only for the money, but also because she had hardly gotten the chance to fuck any of the other women in the tournament yet. She was particularly looking forward to reaming Syndra's asshole. So much so that she refused to give in to her opponent's assault. She clung to the mental image of Syndra bent over, her cheeks spread wide, her mouth agape, begging for more, while she stood over the Sovereign as the superior dominatrix. The Maven held on for dear life, hoping to retreat to the inner recesses of her mind with that image in order to prevent herself from cumming.
"Will you- *huff* -fucking cum already?!" Syndra said, irritation evident in her tone. For five entire minutes she had been in this position. Sona had made no efforts to escape or fight back, instead seemingly intent on taking the brunt of her fingering. Syndra had been hammering away at her cunt, which, by the way, looked like a slip n' slide at this point, for so long that she had to switch hands due to a cramp. But there was a slightly greater problem. The match had been going on for so long that the aphrodisiac had taken a serious toll on her. Now, when the Maven exhaled through her nose, she could feel the hot air gently gliding over her pussy, and it was seriously turning her on. Her own wetness must have begun dripping down Sona's face, though she had no way to know for sure, as she could not see it. Even more annoying was the fact that Sona had not talked, or moaned, or groaned, or cried out, or cursed her in anger the entire time. In fact, she had been perfectly silent, like she wasn't even alive.
But, in reality, Sona was most definitely alive and most definitely feeling the effects of Syndra's finger blasting. She had employed a strategy she rarely had to use, which was to let her consciousness fade slightly by focusing all of her attention on a singular thought. She generally only used this technique during her several hour long sybian rides, when the pleasure was simply too great for her normal control to avoid orgasming. However, she felt it mounting and building and brimming right under the surface, beckoning to get out. If she could hold on just a bit longer though, maybe-
All of sudden, Sona tensed up greatly and stopped breathing. Syndra noticed and took it as a sign of imminent victory, as she doubled her speed, vigorouolsy pumping away at the smaller woman's cunt. Sona could feel her orgasm coming, and with a harrowing and broken scream released it, showering the ground in front of the two women. A buzzer rang throughout the room, indicating the match had ended and Syndra had won. Sona felt… ashamed. Her pride, dignity, and, most importantly, dominant side, were all broken by Syndra. As the her orgasm pooled in front of her, Syndra got off of her face and stood triumphantly over her, slowly sucking the weaker woman's juices off her fingers one by one. She placed a foot on Sona's chest directly between her breasts and looked down at her with disdain.
"You look pathetic." She said, slowly sliding her foot up the Maven's chest as it neared her throat. "Like a true slut. I think…" She trailed off for a moment before raising her foot slightly and planting it directly on Sona's lips. "It's time you learned to worship a real woman."
Sona's natural reaction was to suck on her advisary's toes. It felt like the right thing to do. In truth, she didn't have much of a choice to begin with, as the winner of the match got the privilege of doing practically whatever they wanted with the loser. Even so, Sona did not comply with Syndra's demands out of respect for the rules. She did it because, in her heart of hearts, she knew she'd been beaten. Her dominatrix side was not fully fractured, but instead merely dented by the Sovereign. She would be submissive to this woman and this woman alone for this excursion and for all to come, as Syndra had proved to be better than her. Still, she looked forward to reuniting with her playthings once this was all over and taking her frustrations out on them.
She sucked on Syndra's big toe first, taking it easily into her mouth. After a short time, she switched to the other digits, alternating between sucking on them and licking them. Once Syndra got bored, she moved her foot up slightly, prompting Sona to lick the bottom of it, along with her heel. Once Syndra deemed she had done an adequate job, she brought her other foot forward. Sona repeated her process, carefully licking each and every inch of her foot until it sparkled with her saliva.
Syndra brought her foot away and stood over the Maven's face with every intention of sitting on it. Just as she begun to squat down to lower her rear in reach of Sona's mouth, an intercom buzzed and the two women paused to hear a familiar voice.
"I almost forgot to mention!" Came Anders' voice. Syndra glared daggers into the one way glass on the far side of the room, knowing somewhere behind this woman stood, interrupting her great victory. "There has been a slight alteration in the rules. We said nothing in the previous match because it did not apply, but… since this is the quarterfinals, from here on out we are reinstating the magical capabilities of the winner in the prize round. In other words, Syndra, you are free to do what you please with your magic, so long as you don't… injure Sona."
A slight hum filled the room and Syndra felt her magic returning to her. She fell backwards slightly and landed on her rear behind Sona. At first Sona was confused as to why she did this, until she realized Syndra had fallen over due to her excessive laughing.
"Hahahahahahahaaaaaaaaaa!" The Sovereign could not contain herself. "This is simply far too great! Poetic even!"
Sona shot a questioning look towards Syndra, which the mage noticed. "Confused, are we?" She said, her words interlaced with chuckling. "Stand up, Sona- actually, here, I'll do it for you."
Sona felt her body being forcibly lifted from the ground. A wave of queasiness passed over as she levitated in the air, suspended from gravity by Syndra's magic.
"Oh Sona… At first, I was merely going to punish you by having you worship my feet and servicing my goods, but now… something far more fun is in store for you."
Sona had no idea what the Sovereign was talking about, but did take notice of three dark orbs circling around her naked body. From what she had heard, they contained near limitless power. They seemed to empower Syndra, too, as she began levitating slightly off the ground.
"You enjoy edging, do you not?" Syndra said as her orbs begun spinning faster around her. Sona failed to respond due to fear setting in as she wondered what horrid things Syndra was going to do to her. "Well, do you?!" Syndra yelled, her orbs circling even faster and with more aggression than before.
"Y-yes, Syndra. I love to edge myself."
"You will address me as mistress from now, you wench." Syndra said with clear malice. Her orbs descended to her crotch and conjoined into one, before rapidly stretching and growing in multiple directions sporadically. "Well, I also edge myself… But not in the conventional way." The sovereign continued. "You see, I only edge myself when I take this form. It's funner that way, and the eroticism of the entire thing reaaaaaally gets me off."
Sona looked to her crotch for an explanation, only to be horrified by what she saw. Syndra's crotch no longer maintained her more… feminine features, and instead had been replaced by a huge, throbbing dick. All eight inches of it stood erect. A pair of heavy balls lay below the member, each engorged with what Sona could only assume was semen. Her jaw dropped as she stared at it. It was translucent and light purple in nature, and it was clear that her orbs had combined to make some sort of nightmarish, magical penis.
"I looooooove to masturbate in this form, Sona, but I never finish myself off. You see, when most people get aroused but don't reach an orgasm, they feel frustration until they do, but as soon as I leave this form and take my normal one, all the frustration simply… disappears. I normally save it for something special." Syndra chuckled while she looked down at her newly formed appendage. "You, of all people, would understand my current situation. After edging for so long, I have a massive load saved up in this sucker!"
"You c-can't be serious…" Sona said, total disbelief settling in to the defeated dominatrix's soul.
"Oh, I'm deadly serious, and I almost forgot to mention… All that frustration I was talking about? It returns with a vengeance when I enter this form. And I haven't had a proper release in months! You could put a piece of bread in this room and I would fuck its brains out."
Syndra emitted yet another corny chuckle as Sona's body began to twist in the air. The Maven could do little but struggle fruitlessly against the Sovereign's magic. Her initial position had reversed entirely, and now she found herself upside down with her head floating mere inches from the floor and her legs pointing straight up at the ceiling. Her blue hair dangled harmlessly to the ground.
Disoriented and afraid, Sona pleaded with her tormenter. "Syndra, you must put an end to thi-"
"Mistress!" Syndra howled, her purple eyes temporarily shining brighter with unbridled fury. "I am to be addressed as mistress by scum such as yourself."
"M-mistress…" Sona corrected, her cheeks flushing from the embarrassment of having to call another woman the title which so many called her. "Please do not do this. It is… cruel."
"Life is cruel, plaything." The Sovereign's forehead creased slightly as her magic forced Sona to float upwards a few feet until she was eye level with Syndra's throbbing member. "The best way to get through all of the pain that comes with living is to take it head on. You might as well start now."
With that final statement, Syndra concentrated one last time and pushed Sona's body right next to her own. The Maven was forced to open her mouth and accept her opponent's massive dong, lest it spear her directly in the face. She immediately gagged and coughed on it, her inexperience showing.
"Oh?" Syndra said mockingly. "Have you never sucked a dick before?"
Embarrassing as it might be, Sona had not. She had done similar things with dildos and strapons, but all the men she'd been with in the past had never gotten that far with her. They generally ran after seeing her… unorthodox fetishes.
Dildos were one thing to have in your mouth, but a real, throbbing piece of meat was entirely different. It expanded slightly and went back to its normal size every few seconds. It shifted positions and moved at odd timings. It was… a real part of someone's body, nothing like the fake shafts she had dealt with in the past.
The Sovereign wasn't giving her any time to adjust; she rammed her dick down Sona's throat ever further. More coughing and sputtering ensued, but the Maven was a fast learner, and before long had accepted five inches into her throat with little pain.
Syndra's patience dwindled once she felt her plaything got the hang of it. Her cock hilted in Sona's mouth quickly, causing the Maven's eyes to go wide as she felt all eight inches of Syndra's meat suffocating her. The Sovereign retracted her member as quickly as she inserted it, only to thrust it in once more. Her tempo increased dramatically as she rapidly repeated this process, face fucking Sona's upside down body with as much effort as she could muster. Grunts of exertion mixed in with small moans of pleasure could be heard from the Sovereign. The feeling was simply heavenly. The Maven's throat was just wide enough to take all of her in, and even then she knew it must have been severely uncomfortable. She was pleased with the lack of protests from her plaything. So pleased, in fact, that she figured she deserved a reward.
Sona's eyes darted upwards as she felt the Sovereign's magic forcing her legs to spread. She had little chance to examine the situation, however, as Syndra's cock continued barraging her throat. As if the situation couldn't get more humiliating, the heavy thrusts from the mage's hips caused her balls to continuously slam into Sona's eyes and forehead. They consistently made a slapping noise upon reaching their target.
Syndra, meanwhile, had used her magic to spread Sona's legs wide, causing her to do a split in the air. With the Maven's pussy completed exposed and directly in front of Syndra's face, she smiled before giving her plaything a reward for her excellent fellatio.
The Maven cried out a muffled moan as she felt her womanhood being licked by Syndra. Of course, it was hard to feel much of anything other than the throbbing cock molesting her throat, but, even still, Syndra's tongue was being rather gentle. A trait she never thought the Sovereign possessed. She released another moan as Syndra glided over her clit, which prompted the Sovereign to giggle.
"I'm not that cruel, plaything." She said, taking a brief pause from her oral services. "Plus, with a pussy as beautiful as yours, how could I resist?" Again, the Sovereign's tongue escaped her mouth and went to town on Sona. Despite all of the discomfort from Syndra's rough throatfucking, the fellatio Sona was receiving was getting her off. She felt another orgasm building in her gut, and before long, it lurched forward, gently leaving her womanhood in plentiful waves and sliding down her body. Very little got onto Syndra's mouth due to gravity forcing it downwards instead of up, but the Sovereign greedily licked the small amount that had landed on her lips as a reward for her efforts. She slowed down her throat fucking and moved backwards a few inches, causing most of her member to retreat from Sona's mouth. With only her head in between the Maven's lips, she looked down upon her subject with a sense of pride and accomplishment.
"So much for being able to contain yourself, huh plaything?" She said, causing Sona's eyes to widen slightly. "We've only been at this for a few minutes and I already made you cum again!"
Sona had not thought about it prior, but Syndra was right. She had cum twice at the behest of this woman. The one thing she prided herself on, her ability to withstand the temptation to cum, had been thoroughly dismantled. All of those days and nights she spent, edging herself to near insanity, were relatively pointless. She was powerless against this woman.
As her orgasm dripped further down her body and began to near her face, Sona hung her head with shame. She deserved to be like this, dangling upside down, with a cock in her mouth and her own cum coating her body. It created a glimmering sheen, as if she had been rubbed with oil. It finally reached her face, sliding into the small openings of the Maven's mouth despite Syndra's cockhead occupying most of it.
"You look right at home in that pathetic position, plaything." Syndra said, her brow furrowing as her magic began to manifest Sona. "However, I think it's time we brought this to a close. I reaaallly need to cum, as you can see." The Sovereign gestured to her erect penis, drawing Sona's eye towards it. Sona determined what she said was true after seeing the swollen throbbing member for herself. It looked needy, pulsating every other second as if begging for release.
Sona didn't have the chance to admire Syndra's man meat for long, as her body was once again forcefully moved by Syndra's magic. The position Syndra chose this time was much less uncomfortable than the former, as it required no levitating or fancy magic tricks. Instead, Sona simply found herself on her hands and knees in a doggy style position, with her back arched low and her face pressed to the floor by the magic.
Syndra gently floated to the ground. With her feet on the surface once more, she squatted in front of Sona's thick ass and spread it wide. She plunged her monstrous eight incher into the depths of Sona's pussy without warning, hilting inside the Maven quite quickly. Sona winced from the sudden pain, but, fortunately, she was much more accustomed to this type of penetration than oral, so the sensation was not nearly as painful.
As soon as she felt the comfort and pleasure from Sona's inner walls, Syndra went mad with lust. She thrust her hips back and forth as quickly as she could, pounding away at the Maven's womanhood mercilessly. Her balls slapped violently against the submissive woman's ass, causing the flesh to ripple with every impact.
Syndra looked like an animal. She was rabid. Brutal. Ruthless. Her eyes had widened from the intense pleasure her cock was feeling. She had never fucked a woman like this. Sure, a few of her servants, including Evelynn, had given her head more than a few times, but she never vaginally penetrated another female before. She wanted to save the experience for a special occasion, such as this. She quickly came to the conclusion it had been the right decision. Sona's velvet walls hugged her cock tightly and sent her into absolute bliss. Her lust filled moans of ecstacy only further accentuated this point.
Sona couldn't contain her moans, either. She had never been taken and used like this. The Sovereign had no regard for how she felt and it turned her on even more. Her first two orgasms had provided more than enough lubricants, so Syndra's cock easily slid in and out of her. Every plunge of Syndra's dagger sent shockwaves of ecstacy throughout her entire body. Her ass was red from being slammed into so much by the Sovereign, who was covered in a thin coating of sweat from all of her thrusting.
"I-I'm alm-most there." Syndra said, her body trembling slightly from the overload of euphoria.
"Ah-ahh!" Sona moaned, unable to contain her third orgasm at it ripped its way from her womanhood, covering Syndra's massive spear.
Syndra felt Sona's wall tighten from her orgasm and squeeze her dick even further, and knew it was time.
"I'm g-gonna c-c-cum-." As soon as she finished her statement, she released a screech of pure bliss as her cock engorged with semen and her balls lifted slightly while pumping it out. She spewed her load into Sona's pussy, quickly filling her walls with magical spunk. It seeped out and coated Syndra's cock, as well as dripping down Sona's thighs and pussy.
Just like that, the mage was completely spent. Her cock, still connected to Sona, twitched in glee from finally achieving release. With a smile on her face, Syndra fell backwards, falling out of Sona and onto the ground, where she lay on her back. Her member fell against her own stomach, still semi erect with a small amount of semen leaking forth, smearing itself on her cockhead. Sona also collapsed to the ground, eyes closed with a look of contentment on her face.
Over the course a few minutes, the Sovereign slowly regained her composure and stood up. With a small amount of concentration, her cock *poofed* out of existence and her womanhood returned, though the trace amounts of semen on her stomach still remained.
"Well, plaything, you should feel honored. You're the first woman to ever have the privilege of receiving my seed."
Sona turned her head and shot a horrified look in Syndra's direction, which Syndra could only laugh and snort at. "There's nothing to worry about plaything. My seed cannot induce a pregnancy. Being as I am naturally a woman, my semen is sterile."
Relief showered over Sona and she laid her back to the ground, intent on resting a bit before leaving. Syndra walked to the door, ready to head back to her palace and savor her victory, but not before getting a closing word in.
"If you ever want my seed again, all you have to do is ask, plaything. I'll take you anytime."
Hi there.
So… uh… I know this chapter was a bit odd. Sorry if futa isn't your thing. In truth, it's not really mine either, but I'm pretty open to writing about most things, so I'm not opposed to using it. I guess my reasoning behind using it in this chapter stemmed from a desire to make each chapter "unique."
The one downside to this series is that I oftentimes find myself writing the same old stuff with different characters and it can get really boring, which is what normally leads to my writer's block. I've been busy reading another story similar to this one but with only futa girls, and I guess it inspired me to take this direction.
If you didn't like it, lemme know, and if you did, also lemme know! I can definitely use it more/less in the future depending on how all of you feel about it.
Since we're pretty deep into the tournament, I decided to let the girls use magic when they win bc it adds another layer of complexity and kinkiness. Any suggestions on other things I should add in now that we're nearing the end is certainly welcome.
Switching to a different note, I've recently been getting some pms on tumblr. I just wanted to remind everybody that if you ever want to ask me anything or say something to me, you can always hit me up with a question on tumblr or a pm on this site. I generally check both pretty regularly so I'll probably get back to you pretty soon.
Well, that about does it for me. Next match is Ahri vs. Leblanc, which could definitely be an interesting one based on the popularity of both of them. As always, voting is held on my tumblr/review section.
Also, shoutout to Alamlion for leaving me such a detailed list of suggestions. It most certainly helped with my writer's block, and I'm sure he noticed a few of his suggestions that I implemented into this chapter.
Until next time,
~~Aelinna
