Match 12 / Quarterfinals / Irelia vs. Leona

Witty Title: Weapons of Ass Destruction


Leona really liked women's butts.

She could never pinpoint why she had such a fixation on the hindquarters of females. Surely, something had happened in her past to make them such a holy object in her eyes, but for the life of her she could not remember what that was. However, that did not stop her from hypothesizing. She figured it had something to do with her warrior nature. Breasts were relatively useless in an actual battle. In fact, the larger they were, the harder it was to sprint and maneuver effectively. Holistically speaking, the size and definition of one's breasts did little to positively affect a battle. Butts, on the other hand, served an actual purpose. Having a toned, muscular ass resulted in far greater fluidity and control. In Leona's eyes, having an athletic backside had little to do with genetics and more to do with commitment and fighting spirit.

As logical as the theory sounded to her, there was one slight problem. Leona did not have an obsession with only toned, muscular bottoms. Though she certainly fancied them, she also loved round and wide butts, perhaps even more so. She thoroughly enjoyed squishy bottoms, much like Diana's that was moderately large and decently toned, but not overly so. Most of all, she loved ogling butts. Touching them, kissing them, and smashing her face between them were all fantastic too, but there was something deeply perverse and kinky to her about staring at her fellow female champion's rear ends without their knowledge. It turned her on to no end. She did not know it when she first joined, but being classified as a support was a god send in this department. Whenever she was feeling particularly lecherous, she would just sit back in lane and play safe, staring deeply into her carry's backside while they played aggressively. The skimpy clothing they wore certainly helped her quest, as it did little to hide their "assets". Marksman truly had some of the best asses in the business. Miss Fortune, Caitlyn, Vayne, etc., they all had superb derrieres, and Leona would find herself completely encompassed by them every time she laned with one of them.

Leona was not only obsessed with playing with other women's rears, she loved having her own played with. Years ago, a sarcastic slap on the ass from one of her fellow Solari trainees would unearth this secret to her. Afterwards, she simply could not get off without it. It became a nightmare when Diana found out, as she routinely sexually teased her in public with her newfound knowledge.

The ultimate fixation of her perversion had nothing to do with the cheeks of a woman's bottom, but rather, their assholes. In her younger years, she never paid them much mind when courting women, instead opting to play with their supple flesh instead. One fateful night, however, Diana was feeling a bit… curious. Instead of teasing the Solari as she normally did by playing with her rear end, she gave her pucker a long, slow, inquisitive lick.

It was love at first sight for the sun avatar. Leona not only loved having her own ass eaten out, but returning the favor as well. It was the apex of her fantasies; a truly perverse act that turned her on far more than any dildo could.

In Leona's eyes, there was one champion whose ass was simply king of them all, or in this case, queen of them all, and that champion was Irelia. Sadly, being located in the bot lane, the Solari rarely got to see it in action, and it frustrated her to no end.

But lady luck was smiling upon her. The undisputed best booty in the entire League was going to be at her mercy tonight. And she planned to abuse it so much it would be forever etched into her memory.

Irelia was not the talkative type. Before she started seeing Diana again, Leona had tried to casually flirt with the Will of the Blades on more than a few occasions, only to be ruthlessly shot down. Rejection was an emotion the Solari was not fond of, and she intended to pay the Ionian back in full.


The bristle air of the combat room tickled Irelia's exposed flesh. Her eyes were locked with her Leona's, and she knew that in due time, one of them would be at the mercy of the other.

She had to admit, she was particularly excited for this match. She was relatively uninterested in the tournament at first, only participating for the gold. The innate kinkiness of exerting your sexual will upon another just didn't appeal to her very much. However, after studying Leona's previous match against Diana, she couldn't help but feel electrified about facing her. It was overwhelmingly apparent the Solari had an ass fetish, and, as fortune would have it, so did she.

The reason she easily triumphed over Vi was because the Enforcer did not attack the correct place. While getting head from an alpha dyke was certainly nice, it felt much more akin to foreplay to Irelia than the real deal. However, she knew Leona would not be able to avoid her ass, even if she wanted to.

The buzzer reached zero and the two women engaged in a brutal struggle of dominance. Some matches began meekly, with both combatants taking things slow. This was not one of those. Both of them were seasoned warriors, used to solving problems with brute force. As such, they soon became a flailing mess of limbs, each woman trying to out muscle the other for an advantage.

Irelia tried her damndest to move Leona backwards, but the woman had incredible core strength. She felt like she was trying to push a boulder, and before long, the strength in her arms waned just enough to give Leona an advantage.

The Will of the Blades toppled backwards and was twirled around, succumbing to the superior strength of her adversary and landing against the cold floor flat on her chest. Leona wasted no time, immediately springing to the exposed back of the Ionian. She rested herself upon it, placing a knee on each side of Irelia's hips while her southern lips were tickled by the Ionian's fruitless struggling. Though she had won the first conflict of their battle through strength, the Solari was not only muscle. She had enough foresight to position herself in such a way that when she pinned Irelia, she was facing her exposed ass, rather than the back of her head. The Solari licked her lips in anticipation, and began reaching towards the object of her affinity.

Again, Irelia grunted from exertion, doing everything she could to lift her assailant up. Unfortunately, Leona weighed considerably more than her, and she did not have the physical capacity to buck her off. This issue was compounded by the fact that she was on her chest rather than her back, meaning her legs and thighs were all but useless in assisting her. She struggled for a moment more until she felt a wonderful sensation on her hindquarters and stopped moving altogether.

Leona had reached her intended target and without a hitch given it a playful, experimental lick. She immediately felt the Ionian's struggle come to a halt and she smiled knowingly, realizing she had all the power in this situation. She gave the Ionian's asshole another lick, this one slower and filled with more bravado. It tasted even better than she had imagined.

Leona had found that all women's asses had different tastes. Some were sweet, some were bitter, some merely tasted like skin. But Irelia's had an otherworldly flavor. It reminded her of cinnamon, yet with a hint of lavender. Perhaps it was just the brand of soap she used, but Leona could care less. It was everything she was hoping for and more. The best ass in the League did not disappoint.

Leona's tongue poked and prodded for only a few more seconds until she decided foreplay was over. She plunged it into Irelia's pucker, eliciting the first moan of the fight from the Ionian. Irelia's cheeks had undertaken a red tint and she mewled helplessly as Leona's assault continued. The Solari's tongue circled around the ring, making sure to hit every nerve she could, not only to please her opponent as much as she could, but also to please herself. She had wanted this, fantasized about it, for a long time. It was surreal to her that it was actually happening.

Upping the ante, Leona's hands quickly found their way to the infamous ass cheeks of her adversary. She kneaded them lovingly, squeezing them and squishing them together as she buried her face further and further between Irelia's ass cheeks.

She was in heaven. She could feel her own nectar leaking onto Irelia's back, and for a moment she pondered if she was receiving more pleasure from this than the Ionian was. Her question was quickly answered as another throaty moan emanated from Irelia's throat.

"Mmmphh" Leona grunted as she continued eating the Will of the Blade's' ass. Her aroma was nearly suffocating the Solari, but she decided that if this was how she went, she was okay with it. Dying while doing what she loved most was a better death than most got.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!" Irelia moaned, each one loud and short as Leona's tongue hit a particularly sensitive nerve. She could feel her excitement leaking down her own thighs, and knew that within a few moments her orgasm would surely erupt.

Luckily, Leona had become so enveloped with her ass that she had neglected to keep her entire weight on the Ionian's back. Irelia, panting and moaning without break now, at the height of her desperation, thrusted with all of her strength upwards, and amazingly succeeded in bucking Leona off of her.

The Ionian took a deep breath as she tried to recover, but after taking a quick glance at Leona knew she had no time to do so. The Solari seemed to be drunk on her ass, quickly getting to her hands and knees and crawling towards the still prone Ionian with extreme haste. Irelia knew she didn't have time to get up, so she rolled over onto her back, successfully planting her ass to the ground and away from Leona's tongue.

However, she was not entirely safe. Leona sprang on top of her, making sure to mirror her opponent's position with her own. She rested on her knees, allowing all of her body weight to fall onto the Ionian, rendering her immobile once more.

The Ionian's fighting spirit had yet to expire, however, as she grit her teeth and began grappling with her opponent. Their fingers interlocked as she hopelessly tried to push Leona off of her. Before she could muster up enough strength to gain any leverage, she noticed how incredibly close the Solari was to her. The Targonian's face was mere inches away from her own, her naked body, already lined with a thin layer of sweat, was pressed tightly against her's, their well endowed breasts squishing together.

"Keep struggling. It'll make this end quicker." Leona said, panting slightly from the exertion and her own arousal. Irelia decided not to respond, instead preferring to spend her energy on more important tasks, like keeping Leona's hands in her grip.

An idea popped into Irelia's head, and within moments she executed upon it. With her own bottom pressed firmly against the floor, Leona had no real way of touching it. However, Leona was on her knees right above her. Though the stronger woman's upper body was pressed against her own, her legs were relatively free to move. The Will of the Blades slowly ushered a single knee up and moved it between the Solari's split legs. She found her mark, gently rubbing Leona's crack up and down, making sure to encompass both her pussy and her ass.

Leona's reaction was immediate. Though she did not make any audible noise, her facial expressions alluded to the truth: the stimulation Irelia provided her, though on the lighter side, definitely turned her on. She had no way out other than forfeiting her positional advantage entirely, so for the moment, she held firm on top of the Ionian, choosing to engage in a battle of lust versus muscle. If Irelia's arms gave out first, Leona would likely win the fight due to her being rendered defenseless. However, if Leona could not stand the teasing from the Ionian's knee, she would have to move, giving up her positional advantage.

Their struggle continued for another minute more until a clear victor of their small engagement was obvious. Irelia's arms began to lightly shake, exemplifying how exhausted she was from keeping Leona's full body weight from smothering her, however, Leona's cheeks had turned a dark flush and her rear had begun to lightly grind against Irelia's knee. Though she still had yet to moan, her throat made guttural sounds, almost like humming, signifying that she was about to break.

Finally, the Radiant Dawn could take it no longer, and she careened forwards, falling roughly against the ground behind Irelia. Irelia immediately found her footing, crouching in a defensive position while Leona sprung up to her own feet. The Ionian could feel the wetness adorning her kneecap and smiled, knowing full well it was a trail of her opponent's excitement.

Leona charged forwards, intending to meet Irelia in the middle for another test of strength, but the Ionian had other plans. She knew she could not win head on, so she purposefully positioned herself lower to the ground when she ran in order to give herself better balance and strength, looking like a jungle cat on the prowl. Leona grunted as the Ionian's head collided against her stomach, and she staggered backwards as the tables turned. It was now Irelia with the clear advantage, her legs churning forward with each second, pushing the tank-like warrior in front of her. Though the sun avatar tried her damndest, her lack of leverage ultimately spelled her doom. Little by little she gave ground, until eventually her legs gave out entirely and she toppled over. She hit the ground with a thunk and clasped at her ribs, her face straining from the pain of landing on them.

Irelia was generally not one to take advantage of an injured opponent, but in a fight like this she had no choice. Leona had landed on her back and, for the moment, was completely immobilized, so the Ionian quickly kneeled over her face, placing each knee on opposite sides of her head with a decent amount of room between them. Still recoiling from the sudden jolt of pain, Leona grunted but offered little resistance. Irelia then slipped her fingers underneath Leona's body and grasped her by the ass, firmly holding a cheek in each hand. With a mighty heave she lifted the larger woman's legs straight up, and by doing so, forced her entire midsection to go from a prone position to a straight position. Finally, she brought Leona's legs down and placed them in between her own knees and the sun warrior's head. In essence, she had trapped Leona's legs and head under her own pelvis, forcing her to lift her own body off the ground with only her lower back and neck, as her abdomen did not touch the ground.

As the pain finally subsided and Leona came to, she realized how dire her situation was. She could not move her legs at all, as Irelia's full weight was on her ankles. Her arms did not have flexibility to touch the ground, either. She was expertly pinned. To make matters worse, her ass was high in the air and utterly defenseless.

Irelia did not gaze at her opponent's rear for long, instead choosing to eat Leona's ass with supreme vigor. She didn't know how long she could hold Leona like this, but she knew she had her right now, so there was no time to waste.

As soon as her tongue reached the Targonian's pucker, she heard and felt a moan from underneath her. It spurred her on more, realizing that Leona had become incredibly horny throughout the duration of their duel. She brought her hands up to grip Leona's ass cheeks for added support and almost gasped with surprise. They were so… soft. And malleable. The rest of her body was so muscular and defined that the contrast of her pliant, pillow like ass cheeks nearly distracted Irelia from her task. Nearly.

Leona could do nothing but groan and struggle, her efforts of escape all proving futile. Irelia's tongue was working wonders on her, hitting all the right places. She buried her face as deep as she could between the Solari's cheeks, and the sun warrior could hear slurping noises coming from above.

"Ahh…!" Leona moaned, knowing her orgasm was dangerously close

Irelia, meanwhile, had slightly dissipated into a lust filled haze. Thoughts of winning went out the window as she found herself intoxicated with Leona's ass. When thinking of champion's with the nicest rears in the League, Leona never came to her mind. However, this event had shown what the Solari had been hiding under that metal and armor for so long.

The Will of the Blades, now completely love drunk, began slapping her opponent's ass cheeks in tandem with her rimming. Her hands were not gentle either, administering cruel blow after cruel blow onto Leona's defenseless ass. Each hit made her ass wobble and shake, further expanding the Ionian's excitement.

Leona could not contain her pleasure. She moaned again, her back arching slightly from the feeling. She loved being spanked. The Ionian had found yet another one of her fetishes by blind luck.

The Solari's cheeks soon turned a bright red, and Irelia showed no signs of slowing down her spanking. She began sliding her tongue fully in and out of Leona's asshole with a quick pace, and it proved to be the straw that broke the camel's back.

Instead of a loud, boisterous moan, Leona released a small, pathetic, drawn out whimper as her orgasm finally came. A small amount of liquid leaked from her pussy and dripped down her stomach. Anders' voice boomed through the speaker, "The victor is Irelia."

Leona was disappointed in her defeat, but she wasn't too worried about it. She never expected to truly win the tournament, anyway. What frightened her much more was the punishment she was bound to receive from Diana later for losing. The Lunari had said that since she beat her, she better win the whole thing. Still, Leona was a woman of her word, and after Irelia released her from her hold, she got to her knees, her large amber eyes staring up at her opponent.

"You beat me. Fair and square. Do with me whatever you wish." She said.

Irelia smiled slightly at the inferior sexfighter. "It was a good match." Was all she said, her hand twiddling with Leona's auburn hair. "I won't make this too painful for you. In fact, you may even enjoy it."

Irelia gently positioned her temporary slave against a wall. She remained kneeling, her back slightly uncomfortable from the wooden wall behind it. Irelia then turned around, her large butt near inches from Leona's open mouth. She backed up a half step, engulfing the defeated Solari within her ass cheeks.

It was Irelia's favorite position. Something about having a kneeling partner eat out your ass was incredibly kinky to her, perhaps it was the utter domination the kneeling person underwent, helpless to do anything but service you.

Leona was more than happy to oblige, licking long motions up and down Irelia's crack, encompassing both her asshole and womanhood. She continued this action for only a few more moments, knowing that Irelia wanted the real deal. Employing her opponent's tactic, Leona rapidly dove her tongue fully into Irelia's asshole before retracting it completely, earning a moan from her dominatrix. The Solari's hands crept upwards and squeezed the Ionian's voluptuous ass cheeks greedily, almost rough enough to cause discomfort. She relished in Irelia's essence once again, a part of her wishing she could stay enveloped between the Will of the Blade's' ass forever.

Leona began circling Irelia's pucker with her tongue, slowly encompassing every area she could with gentle ministations. Another moan from her counterpart encouraged her further. She prodded at the hole with vigor, before circling once again, and then repeating the process.

Leona was so turned on by it she released a moan of her own. It was muffled but still evident.

"I- never knew you to be such a b-buttslut, Leona." Irelia said, her mouth hanging open from the pleasure. The Solari responded with an incoherent sentence, but it was appreciated by the Ionian nonetheless.

Leona's servicing continued for only a few moments more until the Ionian let out her loudest, lewdest moan of the evening, and with it came an accompanying orgasm. Her legs quivered, causing her ass to bounce on Leona's face. She twerked on top of her defeated opponent until her ograsm subsided, and, feeling totally spent, she got off and sat on the floor, her breaths heavy.

"So." She said, pausing to take in another large gulp of air. "That was quite fun."

Leona, too, had sat down, her own chest heaving, not only from her diligent work, but also from the lack of oxygen that comes with being smothered. "Yeah. We should do it again sometime..?"

Irelia grinned. "I think I'd like that very much. Except next time, let's bring our girlfriends."


Sorry for the length between updates… again…

Real life can make it so hard to find time to write, especially when it's a hobby. I'll spare you the details of why this chapter was delayed, as I'm sure nobody really cares, but if it's any comfort at all, I'm pretty sure updates will be more frequent, as things have quieted down in my life for now.

I'm happy with the chapter. I've been wanting to do a fight with exclusively rimming since I started, and I figured this match was as perfect for it as any. I hope you enjoyed it. If you didn't, you don't have to worry. I won't do a chapter as hyper focused on it like this one again (though you can expect it from time to time in the future).

Anyway, that's the quarterfinals. It's been a ride so far, and we're down to only four contestants. Next match will be Ashe vs. Syndra.

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That's all for now, folks. Next update will be the first semi final. See ya then.

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