Match 14 / Semifinals / Irelia vs. Leblanc
Witty Title: Flawed Duet
Many wouldn't view the captain of the Ionian resistance as a sexual being. And for most of her life, they would have been right. Irelia was trained from a young age in the art of blade dancing, a strict and strenuous craft that required decades to master. Her teenage life consisted of nothing but sparring, tutoring, and meditation. While she eventually succeeded in mastering her craft, the gargantuan workload it required left her no time for other activities. Irelia cared not for pleasures of the flesh, nor any other pleasures known, because she simply had never thought to indulge in them.
However, once she joined the League, she underwent a sexual awakening.
It began when she first met Karma. Of course, being the leader of the Ionian resistance, she had heard of the head spiritual beacon many times, but never had the chance to talk to her until arriving at the Institute. Karma had left her with a few useful tips for advanced meditation, which contained but were not limited to: gladdening the mind, writing in a journal, and masturbation. The last one threw the captain off. She had never explored herself sexually. It merely did not interest her.
Or so she thought.
She decided to try it one night; it was an impulsive decision, more so being made from boredom than actually trying to meditate. At first it felt… odd. Different. But not inherently bad. As she continued, she found herself enjoying it more and more, and by the time that the night had ended, she had found a new love.
Of course, she knew it could not end there. The next day she went back to Karma and convinced the mage to fuck her brains out.
This ordeal shone a light on her true nature, and it was not of the warrior. She fought for Ionia because she wanted to, but she had rampant sexual encounters because she had to.
As soon as she was informed of the tournament she knew she would be participating. It was everything she wanted. Not only would she have the chance to bed many of the generally unattainable women within the League, she could do it by exerting her sheer force of will over them sexually.
Irelia was, by her own nature, a competitor in all things. Sex was not excluded from that innate thirst for competition. She wasn't a dominatrix, per se, because she didn't enjoy degrading her bedroom partners. Rather, she enjoyed her own success and triumphing over another. She viewed sex much like a fight. Two people battled until one successfully exerted their will over the other.
And yet, despite all of the confidence she had accrued over the years in the League, she felt horribly nervous about her match today. Leblanc wasn't any common wench. She was to be feared, and in Irelia's mind, was the second person most likely to win the whole thing, behind Ahri.
Yet, Leblanc had already beaten Ahri, and quite convincingly too. Her victories were incredibly lopsided; her mental warfare tactics proving to be wholly effective. Even the proudest woman Irelia knew, Fiora, was crushed under the Deceiver's heel, forced to finger herself to orgasm by the Noxian mage.
Irelia felt confidence against Leona and Vi because they were similar to her. The three women were fighters by trade, they were stubborn, and they were honorable. But Leblanc was an unknown quantity. She knew next to nothing about her, aside from the fact that she loved to play with people's minds.
The Will of the Blades took a deep breath, trying her best to calm herself. The fight was scheduled in a few minutes, and she still needed to store a few of her personal items in the designated locker room. She saw Anders and a few scientists mulling about as she passed up the testing chamber, but thankfully Leblanc was nowhere to be seen. Despite this, her heart rate only increased, pumping painfully quickly in her chest.
She hadn't felt this nervous in a long time. Fortunately, the locker room was private, available only to the champions sexfighting on that particular day, so she knew she could find some peace and quiet within it, and hoped to use its solace to meditate and gain control of her emotions.
Turning the knob, she opened the door to the locker room and entered, not bothering to gaze into it deeply. She quickly closed the door behind her and only took a couple steps when she heard it.
In the distance, she heard a small buzzing noise and what sounded like muffled whimpering. Already on edge, the Ionian stalked forwards towards the source, being careful to make as little noise as possible. She quickly realized the odd noises were coming from one of the shower stalls. Unfortunately, the stall itself was masked by a shower curtain, so she could not see what the source of the noise was.
Realizing that the only way to find out what was going on would be by opening the shower curtain, Irelia took a deep breath and gripped the curtain with her right hand before yanking it to the left, exposing whatever was inside of it.
She was entirely unprepared for the sight in front of her.
It was Ahri, the Nine-Tailed Fox, that occupied the shower, but her current state was rather… exposing. She was on her knees, thighs spread wide, with her back was straight in the air. Though she was facing Irelia, the Captain could see the fox's ankles and wrists had been bound together with handcuffs, restricting her movement entirely. She was completely naked, save for a black blindfold, ear plugs, and ball gag.
Startled and curious, Irelia's eyes trailed downwards, and finally, she saw the source of the buzzing noise, and, consequently, what was causing the fox to whimper. Inserted inside of Ahri's womanhood was a large black vibrator; it's rapid vibrations created a metallic hum in the air.
To top it all off, someone had written the word "LOSER" in what appeared to be red permanent marker across Ahri's midriff. Completely taken aback, Irelia could only stare in stunned confusion at the woman before her.
Ahri, meanwhile, had no clue Irelia was in front of her. In fact, she didn't even know where she was. All she could do was whimper and moan from the constant stream of unrelenting pleasure the vibrator bestowed. She could feel drool dribbling down her chin, and wondered how long she had been in this position. 30 minutes? An hour? Two?
It only took a moment before Irelia knew exactly what this was. A strategy. Her opponent did specialize in mental warfare, after all. Leblanc, having beaten Ahri in the last round, must have somehow tricked her and dragged her down here, only to tie her up and turn her into the shriveling, orgasmic mess that she was. She intended to scare the Ionian captain, and she succeeded. Irelia was already feeling nervous, but this sent her spiraling. How could she hope to beat the woman who reigned supreme over a literal succubus?
Feeling nauseous, Irelia quickly darted from the locker room, leaving Ahri to her own devices. The captain intended to seclude herself in a room for a few moments to gather her thoughts, but was grabbed by Anders just as she exited the locker room.
"It's time, Irelia." She said, before dragging her to the testing chamber.
Inside the chamber, the captain did her best to look at everything but Leblanc. The Deceiver had already disrobed by the time she entered, and out of the corner of Irelia's eye she saw the perkiness of her nipples, standing at attention like she had just traversed through a snowstorm while completely naked.
Leblanc leaned closer to the nervous Ionian and placed a soft hand on her hip, causing Irelia to feel butterflies.
"I hope you saw my gift, Captain." She said, hazel eyes piercing right through Irelia's as she was forced to make eye contact.
A few seconds went by until Irelia realized the Deceiver was expecting a response. Gulping, she tried her best to muster up as much willpower as she could to deliver a coherent sentence. "G-gift? Do you mean Ahri in the locker-" Before she could finish, Leblanc brought a single finger to her lips, shushing her like she was a child.
"Now, now." The Noxian responded, her voice dark and rich. "We can keep the contents of the gift between us, can't we?" Though she posed it as a question, it was clear that her intent was to threaten Irelia to not tell anyone about what she saw.
"That's f-fine." The captain said, silently cursing at herself for her stuttering. "How is... it... a gift?"
Leblanc chuckled haughtily, sliding her hand from the Ionian's hip to the small of her back, before hooking a lone finger in her leggings and slightly tugging downwards, as if halfheartedly trying to pull them far enough down to reveal her butt. "It is a gift because if you win this match, then it is yours to keep."
Irelia needed a moment to fully understand what Leblanc was saying. She opened her mouth to say something, but before she could utter a word the Noxian leaned in dangerously close, her mouth positioned directly next to Irelia's ear. "I broke Ahri's mental state when we battled. She was so emotionally devastated that persuading her to become my sex slave was trivial. I sincerely hope you don't share her fate." Her voice was sardonic, making it clear that she wanted nothing more than for Irelia to become just another slave in her harem.
"That's enough talking, ladies." Anders said. "Irelia, get undressed and we can begin."
Feeling lightheaded, the captain absentmindedly removed her clothing. She understood what Leblanc was doing to her, and yet, felt absolutely powerless to fight against it. The Deceiver intended for her to find Ahri, just as she intended to reveal that she completely shattered the most sexual being in the Institute's mental state. Irelia was so paranoid of Leblanc's actions that she even thought the odd tugging of her pants was a diluted metaphor for forced anal slavery.
The captain shivered at the thought.
Finally disrobed and completely overtaken by anxiety, the Ionian stepped into the testing chamber and awaited the bell.
The countdown began and Irelia was overpowered with fear. In the back of her mind she scolded herself for being so easily conquered. Her resolve should have been greater; her strength should have been enough to see her through this.
The bell finally tolled and Irelia felt like it was her death knell. She made no moves, took up no offensive or defensive positions; she merely stood there, utterly motionless, paralyzed by her own fear.
Leblanc swaggered over towards her, long legs making lengthy strides while her face wore an all knowing grin. Everything had gone to plan.
Standing only a few inches away from Irelia, Leblanc's hazel gaze pierced through her, forcing her to shrink back. "You look unwell, captain." The Noxian said, her usage of the word captain more akin to mockery than recognition. "Perhaps I can assist you."
The Deceiver dropped to her knees and positioned her face directly in front of Irelia's already excited womanhood. She gently rubbed the length of the Ionian's slit with her index finger, coaxing a sharp intake of air from her opponent. Removing the finger and holding it close to her eyes for inspection, Leblanc found a small amount of liquid adorning it. That was all the invitation she needed.
Leblanc's tongue entered Irelia's flower surprisingly intimately. There was no malice in her movements, or contempts in her actions. Instead, she pleasured the Ionian like a true lover, licking intently and with purpose, but not overly so. The captain, still standing tall and completely powerless, let out a slight moan in response, feeling the loving embrace of her opponent.
Leblanc doubled down with her efforts by gripping Irelia's ass cheeks with both of her hands and kneading them semi-roughly, knowing from her research that Irelia enjoyed having her ass played with and worshipped.
Her hands served a dual purpose, however. Not only did they massage the Ionian's buns teasingly, but they also gently pushed her forwards ever so slightly, causing her hips to thrust into Leblanc's face.
The Deceiver took it all in stride, dining on the Ionian's pussy as if it were the tastiest fruit of Runeterra. There was already small streams forming down her chin, evidence of her success so far. But it was not enough for Leblanc. She slipped a single finger between Irelia's ass cheeks, gently massaging her exposed asshole. She made sure to never actually penetrate her opponent's anus, as the sudden jolt might break her from the current trance she had spun her in to.
Irelia moaned yet again, unable to even make eye contact with Lebanc as she was thoroughly pleasured by her. Her mind was sent into overdrive as the unmistakable feeling of an orgasm bubbled beneath her skin. It was so, so close, and Irelia bit her lip, realizing that within a few moments, she would lose and most likely become a sex slave for Leblanc. She wanted to fight back but could not muster the courage to do so. How Leblanc had pinpointed her fears and used them so eloquently she would never know. Yet, despite the utter hopelessness of her situation, a small part of the defiant captain lived on. Four years of non stop battle against an invading nation had jaded her; turning her from a relatively innocent girl to a ruthless, efficient fighter, that hated losing above all else.
Harnessing what energy she had left, Irelia grit her teeth before released a yawp of anger and renewal. Leblanc's eyes went wide with surprise as she felt herself being pushed to the ground, and she flailed her arms out to attempt to break her fall. Before she even fully landed, Irelia was atop her, crouched low like a jungle cat with her hands and knees on the ground next to Leblanc. The Ionian became a machine, taking turns to suck on each of the Noxian's exposed nipples while roughly grinding her knee between her legs. Leblanc was shell shocked, unable to comprehend the situation well enough to mount a proper defense. The best she could muster was scraping her nails against Irelia's back, but the Ionian shrugged them off without notice.
Leblanc's face became flush, her own pleasure rising steadily due to Irelia's ministrations. She released a small, drawn out whine as the Ionian continued her incessant knee grinding. A part of her wished to flip Irelia over and fuck her in the ass for retribution, but… another part of her wished for her to continue grinding her knee.
Stunned and overtaken, Leblanc had but one option. Her arms were of no use, as they were out of range of Irelia's pussy, but her legs were not. She lifted her right thigh up slightly and bent her knee, bringing her calf closer to Irelia's womanhood. She extended her foot and gently rubbed it on Irelia's clit, trying her best to not make it incredibly obvious.
She was banking on the Ionian already being engulfed with pleasure from her ministrations earlier and being busy trying to win. Her plan worked, as Irelia offered no resistance to Leblanc's prodding foot, and instead gently grinded against it, releasing her own occasional moan in the process.
The two women continued at it, Irelia sucking on Leblanc's nipples and grinding her knee against her womanhood, while Leblanc gingerly allowed the Ionian to ride her foot. Both were panting heavily, covered in sweat, and blushing immensely. The only sounds in the room was their heavy breathing and the odd moan.
It was anyone's game at this point, as neither knew exactly when the other would break, but it could be assumed they were both very close. Leblanc closed her eyes, feeling her orgasm about to unload, and opened her mouth to prepare for her loudest moan of the evening.
"Oooooooohhhhhh!…"
Leblanc's eyes snapped open as she looked up at her opponent, stunned to see it was Irelia, not herself, that had broken first. The Ionian's eyes were shut tightly in pleasure as she could not control herself any longer. She twerked against Leblanc's foot rapidly as her orgasm came, dripping down her lips and onto the ground below her.
The sight of seeing her opponent cumming against her own will prompted Leblanc's orgasm as well. Though hardly any liquid came forth from her womanhood, the spasms in her legs along with the shriek she exuded were evidence enough. Once both women's orgasms came to a halt, Irelia fell onto Leblanc's body, and both of them lay there in total silence, aside from their heavy breathing.
They stayed that way for what felt like a minute until Anders voice rang through the intercom, stirring them back into reality. "That was a close one, ladies, but Irelia orgasmed first, if only by seconds. Congratulations, Leblanc, you are the winner."
The Deceiver took a few moments more to collect herself, breathing hard against her opponent's chest, feeling the erotic sensation of their breasts smushing up against each other. Finally composed, Leblanc gingerly lifted Irelia off of her and stood up, rubbing her palms together in anticipation. She felt her magic return, as the match had finally ended.
"I know I just got off, captain, but I don't think I'm quite finished yet. Why don't you get on your knees like a good girl?" She grinned sheepishly as Irelia obeyed her command, pulling herself from the floor and into a kneeling position.
"Now, I have someone you need to meet. Don't worry about how she looks, you'll be in a similiar state soon enough. Behold!" Leblanc's fingers snapped as she spoke, and in a poof of smoke appeared Fiora, right in front of Irelia's form and in a similar kneeling position. The Demacian was facing her way, and her face was covered with bewilderment and confusion as she had seemingly been teleported by Leblanc out of the blue. What was more intriguing, however, was her "outfit", if one could call it that. She wore tight spandex from the neck down lacing around her entire form, tightly constricting her body. Irelia heard a familiar hum coming from her crotch, and figured Leblanc must have her set up with a vibrator similarly to how Ahri was earlier.
"Now, ladies." Leblanc said as she stepped in between them, her pussy positioned directly in front of Fiora's face while her ass cheeks were hovering mere inches away from Irelia's lips. "I don't intend to make you work for very long, but I do expect good effort."
As soon as Leblanc's sentence ended, Fiora lunged forwards, eagerly pleasing Leblanc as ravenously as she could. Irelia was perturbed by the sight. Seeing such a proud woman reduced to little more than a glorified sex toy was… unsettling, to say the least.
"That's good, Fiora…" The Noxian said, a content sigh escaping her lips before she whipped around her head and shot a death glare into Irelia's very soul. "But you! What do you think you are doing? Get to work!"
Irelia knew the rules of the game as soon as she signed up, so as much as she did not want to do this, she had no choice. Leaning forwards, the Ionian sandwiched herself between Leblanc's ass cheeks, licking away at her taint and pucker with enough bravado to seem legitimate.
Leblanc responded with another content sigh, her thighs trembling slightly from the double ended assault on her nethers. She placed a hand on either girl's head and pushed them further into herself, ensuring there would be no lapse in her pleasure.
Irelia winced at her current situation. It was not that she did not enjoy eating ass, because she most certainly did. In fact, Leblanc's was actually quite nice. Rather, her displeasure was due to what would become of her after this session ended. Leblanc had quite clearly made slaves out of both Ahri and Fiora… The Ionian could only ponder the horrifying possibility that she was next. She was a proud, fierce, honorable woman. Being reduced to nothing more than a fuck doll was among one of the most degrading things she could undergo.
Leblanc's moans, both loud and erratic, brought her back to reality and to the task at hand. As loathe as she was to admit it, Leblanc's ass was actually quite nice, in its own way. While her own bottom was large and toned, the Deceiver's was medium sized and fairly tight. Her cheeks clamped down her head, ensnaring her within them and forcing her to perform her duty. She could not see Fiora, but heard the slurping noises the once proud Demacian made while performing oral, and knew she would have to double her efforts to keep up. It would be wise to not get on Leblanc's bad side, after all.
Leblanc's back arched in ecstasy as she suddenly released a long and steady whine, her flood gates opening to shower Fiora in her juices. Her orgasm was relatively short, and ended quickly after it began, but it was powerful and contained the majority of the Noxian's pent up lust from the fight.
Once finished, she stepped away from the two kneeling women and began to put her clothes back on.
"Irelia." She said, her tone much less aggressive than before, even somewhat kind, in her own way. "You wouldn't mind coming with Fiora and me, would you? Just to hang out for a little bit?"
Irelia wanted to decline, fully knowing that Leblanc had her sights set on turning her into a third sex slave. However, a part of Irelia did love fucking women, and it was hard to deny she would spend a lot of time doing than when around Leblanc.
"Uhh… Sure…" She responded, deciding the best course of action was to at least hear Leblanc out on what she had to say. If she tried to pull anything, Irelia decided she could just kill her, anyway. "Shouldn't we go get Ahri before we leave, though?" She had just remembered the state of the Fox a moment ago, and wanted to help her fellow Ionian out, knowing that she must be undergoing some serious torment in that shower stall.
Leblanc smiled curtly before saying, "I think we can come back for her in a day or two."
Irelia could only gulp in response.
Shoutouts to Alamlion for this chapter. A lot of the ideas for it came from him.
Hope you all enjoyed. There's only one chapter left, and it's gonna be a big, sticky, fun one.
Anyway, I'll be closing the poll for Irelia vs. Leblanc now and opening up the final poll for Leblanc vs. Syndra. Vote to your heart's content, as this is the last opportunity you'll get!
As always, poll is on my tumblr. As a side note, sorry if my writing seemed a bit sloppy. I didn't have a lot of time to proofread.
~~Aelinna
