Match 13 / Semifinals / Ashe vs. Syndra

Witty Title: Breast Puns? I Suck at Them


Syndra and Ashe both had an aura of confidence as they walked into the battle chamber and prepared for their semifinals bout. Ashe, having just come off a dominating victory against an unrefined but relentless Akali, still rode the high that came with it. Truth be told, she hadn't expected to make it this far. So many other women in the tournament seemed far more in touch with their own sexuality than the Frost Archer, yet they couldn't hold a candle to her in the ring. She supposed the chip she's carried on her shoulder her whole life helped greatly. She was never the fastest or strongest, but she had an unbreakable will and a tenacity like no other. In the beginning, she only chose to participate to humiliate her sister. However, now her sights were set on winning the whole thing, and the Dark Sovereign was not going to get in the way of her destiny.

While Ashe radiated a calm, composed, and collected demeanor, her counterpart, Syndra, was just the opposite. The mage was bubbling with excitement and confidence. Instead of floating everywhere like normal, she chose to walk, entering the room with large steps imbued with swagger. Her child berthing hips swayed sensually with her gait, showing off the thickness of her thighs and ass. Her lips curved upwards very slightly, as if she was forcibly hiding a grin. It was clear that she wanted the match to get started because she thought herself the clear favorite to win.

She had good reasoning, too. While no one had thought Sona to be a top contender in the beginning, the woman had shown herself to be extremely resilient and dangerous. The rules of the tournament were almost tailor made for her, as she was a true master in edging and containing her own orgasm. And although the match was arduous, the Dark Sovereign came out victorious, knocking down one of the clear favorites. If she could beat Sona, she could beat anyone, and Ashe was simply just another hurdle to overcome.

The two women stared at each other for a moment as they entered the room. Ice blue orbs met with brilliant purples ones; the intensity radiating between them enough to make even Galio uncomfortable, and he wasn't even technically alive. The two soon-to-be combatants did not exchange words; instead, they let their bodies do the talking as they began to strip. Syndra elected to go first, her enthusiasm driving her to take the initiative. Ashe merely stood a few feet away from her with her arms crossed under her breasts, watching the Sovereign remove her clothing with a bored look across her face, though it was just a facade. Internally, the Archer was appreciating each and every piece of flesh Syndra revealed to her. She started with her corset, removing it slowly over the top of her head, allowing her breasts to tug against the fabric until they were finally released, where they plopped down in their rightful position. Syndra smiled as she continued to tease the Freljordian, knowing that her bored look was only just that. A look. It was not indicative of her true feelings. The mage continued, turning around and bending over as slowly as she could, giving Ashe the best view possible of her supple ass. She pulled down her panties at an agonizingly slow rate, revealing her most private areas to the archer as sensually as she could. For a brief moment, she spread her ass cheeks apart, truly giving Ashe the best view possible of herself, before standing up straight and facing her counterpart.

With Syndra fully naked, Ashe knew it was her turn. She had done a good job of masking her emotions during the striptease until the end, when the Sovereign had spread herself wide open. Even she could not remain stone faced to that, as she unintentionally bit her lip to suppress the growing heat between her legs. Still, she knew the ball was now in her court, and that she had to tempt the Sovereign in some way to even it up.

The Freljordian opted for a more indirect approach. Instead of flaunting around her bosom and bottom like her opponent had, she chose to remove her armored stockings and heels, peeling them away at a tantalizing slow pace. Her legs were freed from their confines, and Syndra couldn't resist a curt grin at the sight of them. They were pale and creamy, long and slender. It was obvious that they had a certain amount of muscular definition to them, but not overly so. Syndra's gawking imbued the archer with confidence, and she continued her process; the next article of clothing to be removed was her corset and skirt. She pulled the garment over her head, gently knocking off her hood in the process. She could already feel her nipples hardening after being exposed to the elements in the room. Syndra's small smile turned into a wide spread grin at the sight of the Ashe's naked body as her eyes roamed her flesh greedily. The Freljordian had one last trick up her sleeve, though, as she brought a lone digit between her legs and to the base of her womanhood. She gently rubbed the entire length of her pussy from bottom to top with the single finger, and continued upwards, trailing past the small streak of white pubic hair adorning her pelvis. She brought the digit up her taut stomach, between her breasts, up her neck, and finally into her mouth, before she suckled on it suggestively. Syndra's mouth was slightly ajar, her breathing low and heavy. She could barely stop herself from pouncing on her opponent and taking her then and there.

The frost archer was surprised to taste her own essence on her finger. She hadn't thought she would get wet before the battle even began. Even so, her striptease and sensual finger movements had payed off. While she only leaked a small amount of precum, her eyes spotted a significantly larger trail between Syndra's legs. Her entire intention was to arouse the Sovereign, and it seemingly worked without a hitch.

Fully naked and aroused, both women waited as the countdown began. Their eyes hungrily roamed each other's flesh, fantasizing about which parts to partake in first, how their opponent would look when they orgasmed against their will, and, finally, how best to hate fuck them after their victory.

When the countdown finally reached zero both women leapt at one another, a confident smile adorning both their faces as they thought themselves the obvious favorite to win. They began roughly, tackling one another to the ground and grappling for control, each woman looking for an advantage. It was Syndra who made the first strike; she managed to pin the smaller woman to the ground and brought her breasts to her face, smothering Ashe between her pillowy bosom and disorienting her. She sat herself on the Freljordian's stomach and reached a hand behind to begin teasing the Frost Archer's womanhood, rubbing two digits up and down its length. Her other hand reached behind Ashe's head and shoved her further between her breasts, fully encapsulating the girl within her bust.

Ashe began to panic, her lack of control and oxygen getting the better of her. She writhed around on the ground, but it did little to stop the onslaught from Syndra. Her fingers continued coaxing the fluids from her folds, getting her warmed up for what was sure to be a brutal fingering. Again, the archer spasmed, her head shaking violently as she tried to squirm free from the Sovereign's clutches.

"Trying to escape so soon?" Syndra said, a healthy dose of malice evident in her tone. "I think you look quite nice there. You've finally found somewhere you belong."

The mage slipped a single digit inside Ashe's pussy, her elongated teasing proving to be worthwhile as her finger encountered no resistance due to the slick nature of the archer's womanhood. She heard a muffled whimper from the Freljordian's smothered face, and decided to insert another finger for a better effect. After hearing another whimper from her foe, this one louder and more desperate, Syndra went to town.

She slammed her index and middle finger into Ashe's cunt at an alarmingly fast rate, her digits akin to a rapidly firing piston. Every time she thrust them downwards to drive deeper into her opponent's pussy, a wet shlick noise could be heard. Her grip on Ashe's head only tightened, further embracing the girl between her shapely breasts.

Fear set in as Ashe could not budge herself free whatsoever. Not only was the lack of oxygen a major concern, but she could already feel a tingling sensation in her loins, signifying that her orgasm was already looming. Out of options and time, the Archer did the only thing she could think of. She brought her teeth to the soft, feather like flesh of one of Syndra's breasts and bit down.

"AHHH!" Syndra shrieked, immediately recoiling away from Ashe, giving the archer a chance to finally breathe.

Syndra sat upright above Ashe, her eyes welling with tears and her hands covering the newly formed bruise on her breast. "You bitch!" She said, venom lacing her words. Ashe could offer no apology as she continued gasping in air, relishing in the ability to breathe once more. Her eyes shifted to meet Syndra's, and she saw pure, unbridled rage within them.

"If that's how you want to do this, it's fine by me." Syndra's open left hand crashed into the archer's cheek, whirling her head to the right and giving the archer a serious case of whiplash. Before she could fully recover, Syndra gripped both of the smaller woman's nipples between her thumbs and index fingers and twisted them as cruelly as she could, eliciting a howl of pain from her opponent. Ashe's back arched against the ground and her eyes rolled back from the agony she was enduring, and even through her curses and screams the Sovereign did not stop. Just as the pain reached its apex, a familiar voice chimed in via the intercom.

"That's enough!" Anders said sternly. "Release her, Syndra, or so help me I'll disqualify both of you!"

Syndra held Ashe's nipples in a vice like grip for only a moment more before relinquishing her grasp on them, allowing Ashe to fall back to the ground in a state of disorientation and suffering.

"Now," Anders said again, her tone reflecting her irritation. "both of you know that physical violence is prohibited. I know Ashe started it, but your response was entirely over the top, Syndra. I'm going to penalize you by enforcing a hard reset with an advantage to Ashe."

"Penalize me for what?" Syndra barked, her eyes narrowing in frustration.

"On account of the fact that you almost incapacitated your opponent with a titty twister, I think it's justified."

"Fine."

Ashe was given a minute more to gather herself, and although she was still wobbly and in pain, she managed to get to her feet and refocus. Since Syndra went overboard, Ashe was allowed to resume the match in an advantageous position. She opted to have Syndra laying on her stomach, prone against the ground, while she sat on the small of the Sovereign's back. Though she could not see the mage's eyes, she could still feel the immense anger resonating off of her, and knew that she had no choice but to win now. She didn't want to think about what the Sovereign would do to her if she lost.

The countdown began and soon reached zero, allowing for the match to be resumed.

If the girls were aggressive before the technical violation, they were downright barbaric after it. Ashe found herself unable to find any leverage whatsoever on the Sovereign, despite the innate advantage she had from being on top. The mage thrashed around like an animal, bucking wildly to free her back from Ashe's weight. It took all the Freljordian had just to hold on, and even that wasn't enough.

With a final flip of her hips, Syndra successfully shook off her opponent. Ashe fell backwards off the Ionian, her back hitting the ground with a painful thud. She spent no time feeling sorry for herself, however, as she knew Syndra would be on her in seconds. As she got to her knees, she saw a flash of white skin in front of her eyes, and she braced for impact as the Sovereign crashed into her, eyes wide with unkempt fury. Ashe fought through her back pain to hold Syndra at bay. The two women were both on there knees, their bodies, glistening with a thin line of sweat, pressed tightly up against one another's. Ashe had interlocked her fingers with Syndra's trying her best to repel her attacker.

Syndra pressed her forehead against Ashe's. "You will know a suffering like no other when I'm done with you, girl." She snarled.

Ashe felt her own rage building, despite being the original instigator in this situation. "Can't take a little bite on the tits?" She barked back at the stubborn mage. "You wouldn't last a day in a real fight."

Syndra released a growl and toppled the Frejordian over, forcing her onto her back, but before she could do anything, Ashe reversed the hold, sending the mage onto her back. They were much more physical than before, all reservations of causing bodily harm out the window due to Ashe's stunt. They rolled around for some time, each woman vying for control, until Syndra, on top and with a modicum of control, had a devilish idea.

She eyed Ashe's nipples, which had become slightly swollen and turned a dark purple color due to her violent twisting. Shifting her head down, Syndra took Ashe's right areola into her mouth, sucking on it gently while teasingly circling it with her tongue.

"Ohhh..." Ashe whined, her resistance and vigor fading from Syndra's ministrations. Had they been under normal circumstances, the archer would most likely have shrugged off her attack. However, Syndra had unintentionally made Ashe's nipples severely sensitive from her earlier outburst, and because of such, Ashe could not ignore the pleasure she received from Syndra's tender tongue. The mage ran a singular finger to Ashe's unattended nipple and stroked it calmly, again causing her opponent to mewl in protest. The Sovereign flicked her eyes up and saw how weak Ashe had become. Her face was reddened by a lustful blush, her eyes were closed tightly from the pleasure, and her lips were parted, a slight pant escaping them every few moments.

Realizing she had the Freljordian against the ropes, Syndra doubled her efforts, bringing a thumb to assist her finger with the rubbing while speeding up her tongue's tempo, serenading Ashe into an inevitable orgasm. The Frejordian laid all but still, her arms splayed out against the ground in a gesture of complete submission. Only a few moments later, she released her most pathetic, drawn out whimper of the evening. Realizing this to be her opponent's death knell, Syndra grinned wickedly before enacting her ultimate revenge against the princess.

Syndra had gotten Ashe so close to the edge that no matter what she did, the Freljordian was still going to cum. When she saw that her opponent's eyes had begun to roll back, she knew she could do whatever she wanted to the archer in the next second and it would not affect the match, so she bit down harshly on Ashe's right nipple while mercilessly twisting her left one, causing the archer eyes to fly wide open as she moaned and shrieked simultaneously from the excruciating pain and euphoric pleasure. She threw her head back, eyes blurring with tears as her pitch escalated, pronouncing her orgasm. A steady stream of clear liquid jettisoned from her exposed womanhood and Ashe felt ultimate despair, not only because she lost, but also because Syndra had beaten her in the most humiliating way possible.

Her body convulsed under Syndra's tight grasp, writhing to shake itself free from the larger woman. It was futile, though, as the Sovereign held her in a vice like grip, still biting down on her nipple to the point where Ashe felt like she was going to rip it off. She forced the archer to thrash around on the ground, unable to stop her physical assault on the Freljordian's overly sensitive nipples.

Ashe screamed, moaned, and cried for only a few moments more before falling completely limp, her body too tired to even fight back against her assaulter. When Syndra noticed the lack of resistance, she released Ashe's nipples from her mouth and fingers, allowing the sensitive buds a moment of reprieve. She took a moment to admire her handiwork, however, as she observed Ashe's breasts. Just like before, the woman's nipples were slightly purple and swollen, but now the right one had a clear ring of teeth marks around it. She did not bite hard enough to break the skin, but came damn close. The left nipple was even more swollen than the right due to her twisting it for a second time only a moment ago.

Syndra clasped her hands together, a wide grin adorning her features as she basked in her victory. Sweat glistened off of her body, a testament to the physicality of the fight. Most would have given Ashe the advantage in that form of combat, as she was the superior physical specimen, sporting a dexterous and agile nature. However, it was Syndra's raw tenacity and merciless that secured her this victory. Feeling her magical abilities returning, the Sovereign removed herself from the ground and begun levitating above the Freljordian, a wicked smile smeared on her face.

"Honestly, I expected much more of a challenge out of you. Sad." She remarked with venom in her voice. Ashe had just begun to compose herself before the saw the Sovereign floating above her, her womanhood positioned just above Ashe's face.

The princess was far too proud to eat her out, however. She turned her head the other way, letting out a "hmph" in the process.

Syndra ground her teeth together while a vein in her forehead bulged. The amount of disrespect this woman showed was unheard of so far in the tournament. The losers always accepted their defeat.

"Fine, princess, if you want some persuasion, I'll give it to you." Syndra said, before lifting Ashe from her kneeling position to a floating one. She conjured up a small band of magic which wrapped itself around Ashe's wrists and kept them tightly together behind the archer's back, rendering her arms useless. She made Ashe float above her own form, until the Freljordian's breasts were eye level with her. Ashe began to get nervous, realizing that her poor breasts could not take much more abuse. She saw Syndra nearing them, a devilish look across her face, and closed her own eyes as she braced for pain…

And yet, what she felt was not painful at all, but instead soothing and electric.

She looked down and saw the Sovereign sucking sensually on her nipples. There were no pinches or twists, only an experienced tongue and mouth which provided her immense pleasure due to their added sensitivity.

"Ahhh!" Ashe moaned, unable to contain her lust. No matter how much pain she had been in earlier, she could not deny how great this felt. Syndra was so utterly gentle in her sucking that it seemed like she was purposefully trying to inflict as little pain as possible. This confused Ashe, but she had little time to think about it as another wave of euphoria washed over, causing her to curl her toes in delight.

It was all pleasure and no pain for Ashe. She hadn't thought it possible a moment ago, but the Sovereign had disproved her assumption. She found herself on the edge again, feeling yet another orgasm approaching soon. It was right...there…

And then, Syndra stopped. Without warning, she simply removed her mouth from Ashe's breast and made eye contact with her.

"Wh-Why did you stop!?" Ashe exclaimed, though she already knew the answer.

"Finish me off and I'll finish you off. Seems like a fair trade, right?" Syndra responded, using her magic to force Ashe out of the air and down onto the ground, where she resided on her knees.

"Ugh. Fine." She responded, prompting a smile from Syndra. The victorious woman once again floated over to her opponent, positioning her pussy just above Ashe's face. The smaller woman had to crane her neck to reach it, but once she did, she embraced it fully, using her tongue to glide along it slowly before plunging slightly inwards and searching for the mage's g-spot.

Syndra growled like a cat in heat, savoring the feeling of being eaten out by such a prideful woman. She knew Ashe would only submit to her if she forced her to, but she didn't want to use her magic. She wanted to remind Ashe that she was superior in more ways than just magical capability.

It didn't take long for Ashe to find Syndra's sweet spot, made obvious from the lewd moans coming from her mouth when Ashe hit it just right. She looked up and saw the mage kneading her own breasts roughly, her mouth hanging open while her eyes were closed in pure ecstasy.

"Oh yes, yes! Right there!" She moaned, cumming onto Ashe's face with a hefty amount of liquid. Ashe had no choice but to continue servicing her through it all, eager to wrap this up and get her own orgasm, but as Syndra finally finished, she merely replaced her clothes and began floating towards the exit.

"Aren't you forgetting something?" Ashe said, irritation evident in her tone.

"No, I don't think I am. This is your punishment for being such a prideful bitch. Enjoy those bindings, I don't think they come off naturally for at least six hours." She replied, before leaving the room entirely.

Ashe felt a pang of despair as she tried to pry the magical bindings off, but they would not budge. She needed to get off incredibly badly, and yet, her hands were completely useless. Feeling desperate, Ashe turned to the last person possible.

"Anders, get in here. Now."


Sorry about the ending. I love blue balling people I guess.

Next chapter will be Irelia vs Leblanc. Poll on tumblr. Vote and stuff.

~~Aelinna