Match 15 / Grand Finals / Leblanc vs. Syndra

Witty Title: The End.


A/N: Hi there. Couple of things to note before this chapter. First, there will be a fairly decent amount of scene changes in this final installment. I hope it's not too jarring, but keep in mind that the two scenes take place practically right next to each other and at the same time. Once a scene changes, you can assume that whatever was happening in the scene prior is still ongoing. Second, for the best reading experience, I HIGHLY recommend you zoom in a fair bit and read this chapter line by line by keeping the current line your reading at the very bottom of your screen. Trust me, it'll make sense later.


Today was the day.

Syndra was lost in thought while she lazily stared at the ornate mirror in her bedroom. It was a beautiful piece, lined in silver and gold, with eloquent trimming that curved alongside it's square shaped frame. It showed true craftsmanship, as every single inch of its exterior had been painstakingly labored over in order for it to reach perfection. Being a wealthy, influential, and powerful woman, such luxuries were little more than a commodity to her. Adorning her walls were various other invaluable trinkets and artifacts, each worth more in gold than the average person's life. And yet, despite their monetary value and historical significance, Syndra hardly cared about them whatsoever. She had only purchased them to liven her place up. Her walls used to be barren, void of any personality and flavor.

Unlike most champions at the Institute, Syndra lived in a house rather than an apartment. Her wealth made it easily affordable, and although the Institute gave her pushback at first, they eventually agreed upon her terms, allowing her to isolate herself from the rest of her colleagues. Under normal circumstances, champions are not given a choice in where they live. Demacians must live in the Demacian wing, Noxians must live in the Noxian wing, etc, etc. However, due to Syndra's antisocial nature, short temper, and capacity for immense magical output, the Institute decided that having her separate from her fellow champions would do more good than bad.

Her house itself was tucked away in a small corner of the Institute, far away from anything important. Those who have never been would never know the true size of the Institute of War. It was practically as large as a fully functioning city, having dozens of buildings and skyscrapers in it's center, while becoming more suburban the further it reached out.

No one bothered her. Ever. It was heaven and hell. On one hand, she loved to be alone. Solitude was a powerful drug. She had never truly had a friendship before, and most of her former acquaintances only talked to her to ensure she hadn't lost her mind and become consumed with power. She supposed her lack of social aptitude was due to her odd and difficult upbringing. It was not as if she was incapable of making friends, just really, really bad.

On the other hand, the constant loneliness and lack of human connection often prodded at her heart… and her loins. Although antisocial, Syndra was an incredibly sexual being. Her drive was through the roof, able to go again and again without slowing down or tiring. Sadly, her fingers only did so much, and sometimes the solitude became so overpowering that she had to have someone. Unfortunately, most of the fuckable champions were far too proud to bed with someone before at least going on a date. What's more, Syndra was frightened to reveal her fetishes and kinks to anyone important, lest gossip spread. Though she hated interaction with others, her image was important to her, and she would not let it be tarnished by perverted rumors.

When she was driven over the edge and simply had to fuck someone, she generally picked up a female summoner from a bar or shop. It was all too easy to seduce them; any summoner would pounce on the opportunity to lay with a champion. She would teleport them to her bedroom and have her fill. Most of the time it was a one night stand, but on a few rare occasions the women had become rather fond of her "techniques" and stayed for longer. She eventually had to kick them out, though. Dominating somebody as weak as a summoner was, for the most part, mundane. There was no resistance, no fight. It sapped all the fun from the experience. That's why the tournament was a godsend.

Unlike summoners, champions were filled with pride and backbone, almost to the point of downright arrogance. Being the very best of the best brought along huge egos, and huge egos were made to crash and burn. Syndra delighted in such plights, feeling no greater pleasure than reducing a prideful person to little more than a slave. The tournament gifted her that opportunity. Sexually dominating others proved her to be the superior women, and in that, broke their spirit, particularly Ashe's and Evelynn's. Sona was a bit more… untameable. Her lust and fetishism were even more warped than Syndra's, and as such, the Sovereign could never bring her under own control, despite her constant efforts. Regardless, her victories had brought about extremely… unexpected spoils of war. She finally broke her eyes away from the mirror and looked down, observing her current subject's diligent work.

Ashe's head rested between her thighs while her tongue pleased Syndra's pussy. The woman was an all fours with her neck craning towards the bed to give her the best angle of Syndra's womanhood, while her ass was raised high in the air, and was just slightly below the mirror in Syndra's vision. Ashe had also resisted Syndra's dominance, but it did not take long for her to surrender. The Sovereign had found her in her room the day after the battle, moping about and looking sorry for herself. After a few failed persuasion attempts, the Freljordian finally agreed to visit's Syndra's house, and it was there that she could begin chipping away at her intact pride.

It was still a work in progress. Ashe had somewhat given in to her new life as Syndra's pet, but still retained an element of rebellion and dignity. Whenever Syndra got fed up with her insubordination she merely administered a rough fucking to the Frost Archer, reminding her of her place. It seemed to quell her antics, but only for a time.

Behind Ashe was Evelynn, and her face was completely entrenched within the Freljordian's ass. The bed was not long enough to support all three of them, so while Syndra layed down and Ashe took up a doggy-style position on it, Evelynn instead squatted on the ground in front of it, her legs beginning to strain from the hour long oral session.

The Widowmaker had been absolutely broken by her master, and for the past few weeks had lived in her house as a plaything. There was no rebellious attitude from her, no fire in her eyes. She lived to serve Syndra in any way she could. While the Sovereign certainly appreciated this, she wasn't a particular fan of pushovers. Though Ashe could be quite irritating at times, she rather fancied the struggle she put up, relishing in the constant push and pull of their relationship. Evelynn, on the other hand, had submitted to her completely after she lost. Because of this, Syndra saw it apt to always make her have the worst position or experience in any sexual excursion. Any women with such a weak will deserved nothing more. She had become the bottom bitch, after all.

Her life had been heaven the last few weeks. Having such strong women service her was a kink come true, and she hoped that after today she could add Leblanc to her growing harem. But despite the pleasure her white haired subject was administering to her, she felt distracted and distant. Her mind wandered with scenarios, pondering what would become of her and her slaves after the tournament ended. Would they leave once it all ended? Would they stay? Would there be another tournament for her to conquest?

Today was the day she would find out. Her match was slated to begin in less than two hours, and even though it probably was a bad idea to get oral beforehand, she cared little. Her confidence was undeniable. Leblanc had yet to show true sexual aptitude; her wins all came from mentally crippling her opponents into submission. Such weak minds deserved to be treated as slaves. Synda wondered if Leblanc's opponents had become loyal to her after suffering defeat, and if so, would they join her own harem after their master was humiliated. She hoped so. Just the thought of having Fiora, Irelia, and Ahri at her feet, succumbing to her desires… She licked her lips in anticipation. Today was going to be her great victory. The Deceiver can use whatever tricks she has. It won't matter. True power is unbeatable.


Leblanc yawned as her eyes remained glued to the computer screen before her. She didn't get much rest the last few nights, but it was for a good cause. She had been studying the tapes of Syndra's matches, trying to memorize her weak spots, her strengths, and any potential openings she could exploit. From what she saw, Syndra was incredibly powerful. Her libido was otherworldly, her endurance unheard of. In order for Leblanc to win, she knew she had to be prepared for anything and everything.

The woman seemed relatively indomitable. She had yet to have a truly "close" match. She steamrolled Evelynn, Sona, and Ashe, all three of which had dominant personalities themselves. Their demeanors crumbled before the might of the Dark Sovereign.

Leblanc had given up on mental warfare for this match. There was just no play to be had there. She knew nerely nothing about Syndra, but what she did know did not help her. Unlike some of her previous opponent's, the Ionian's mental was strong; she would not succumb to cheap tricks.

Indeed, the only path forward was to meet Syndra's power and aggression with her own. It would be a fitting end. Two dommes enter, one leaves.

Leblanc groaned and shifted backwards in her chair, allowing her back muscles to stretch. She snuck a peak beneath her desk and smiled at the sight of Fiora's bobbing head. The Demacian was between her legs, cramped uncomfortably under the desk and computer Leblanc was just using.

"Go slower you brute." She said calmly. Her tone never shifted when she talked to her newly acquired servants. Placidity was the key. She would verbally reprimand and degrade them, but never allowed herself to seem visibly angry. An acute calmness did wonders to tame people.

Behind Leblanc's chair were Ahri and Irelia, splayed out on the floor as if it were a bed. The two Ionians had been enjoying each other quite heavily since the latter arrived, and Leblanc allowed it… for now. She had been torturing Ahri quite frequently since she beat her and claimed her as a prize, and though she knew the succubus enjoyed it, it was time to allow her to regain a bit of her own personality. She did not want mindless dolls. She enjoyed the struggle her servants put up, as fruitless as it was.

Leblanc ran a hand through Fiora's hair. The Demacian spirit had all but faded entirely. Her loss was so devastating and embarrassing that it shattered her confidence. On one hand, Leblanc felt sad that she could not relive those divinely embarrassing moments over and over again with the Duelist. On the other hand, it was a treat to have destroyed a foreign rival in such fashion.

The Deceiver allowed a small mewl to escape her lips, clearly enjoying the Demacian's work, even if it was just above par. She felt her orgasm rush forth, painting a vivid sheen on her servant's face. She hoped, in due time, she could force Syndra to to undergo such unpleasant pleasantries.


The final fight was scheduled at seven o'clock in the evening. Both Leblanc and Syndra arrived at the same time, offering a curt nod to one another. Behind them trailed their slaves, evidently coming to support their respective masters. Ahri, Irelia, and Fiora all had collars on that were connected by a short rope to Leblanc's hip. Ashe and Evelynn, on the other hand, were able to walk feely behind Syndra. The Deceiver internally scoffed. She had hoped to gain a slight upper hand by bringing her servants along as a show of strength, but Syndra had followed suite.

"Today is the day, Ionian." Leblanc said, her tone dark and seductive, hoping to salvage some sort of leverage. "I've brought along my servants so you could see what your new life will be like after our match."

Syndra let loose a short, amused laugh, before responding, "I only brought my slaves along because they wanted to watch me fight. I applaud you for your confidence, though." The Sovereign's voice was dripping with sarcasm, sending a verbal gut punch to Leblanc. Tired of the conversation, Syndra walked inside the building with Ashe and Evelynn, leaving a bemused Leblanc outside.

Making her way down a hallway and around a corner, Syndra opened the door to the testing chamber, only to find a rather… unusual sight.

Instead of the usual dozen scientists milling about, she only saw former sexfight competitors sitting in chairs behind Anders. The lead scientist turned to the Dark Sovereign and flashed a smile at her. "I saw it fit to remove my research team for this final match. We already have more than enough data. Instead, I thought it appropriate to invite all of the former contestants for a final viewing. I assume you have no problem with an audience?"

Syndra's face lit up in dark elation. "I would love an audience."

She truly meant it. She wanted to show these women what she was capable of, and, more importantly, that she was better than them. The Sovereign took a moment to survey the room. Leona had her hand around Diana's waist and was whispering in her ear. Sona had her hand discreetly hidden underneath Morgana's skirt. Elise, Akali, and Riven were all engrossed in a conversation.

She could tell that the sexual tension in the room was incredibly high. Most of these women had battled against one another before and would probably love a rematch, given the chance. A large portion of them seemed rather frisky, too, placing hands in places that would normally be deemed inappropriate in public. Syndra grinned wolfishly. If she could put on a good show, she was sure more than a few of these women might want to become her slaves just for the fun of it.

Leblanc entered the room shortly after Syndra, and her response to the situation was similar. She wanted everyone to see her dismantle Syndra, just as she dismantled Ahri before. Her goal in this competition was to prove her unequitable dominance, after all.

Anders announced it was time to begin, and the two combatants entered the testing room. Their slaves stayed behind, taking residence in the viewing room, watching anxiously as they hoped their respective master would reign victorious.

Once inside, Syndra began stripping while Leblanc watched, her expression coy but with a modicum of predation. Syndra removed her headpiece first, placing it down gently on the floor. She then pulled her corset over her head, allowing her breasts to bounce freely. Next came the piece of fabric that wrapped around her hips and thighs, which she easily discarded. Clad in only her belts, Leblanc could hardly resist gawking at her. Almost all of her skin was shown, yet the Deceiver felt like she looked sexier like this than she would if fully naked. The belts circled around her midriff and went both up and down, just barely covering her nipples, and acting like a makeshift thong for her nethers. Sensing Leblanc's glance, Syndra decided to put on a small show, doing a slight twirl that allowed the Noxian to get a blissful view of her backside. The belts that acted like a thong rode up the crack of her ass tightly, almost to the point of pain. Leblanc could see everything she had to offer… except her most coveted parts. It was utterly tantalizing. Turning back around to face her, Syndra merely snapped her fingers, which caused all of the belts to simultaneously unbuckle and fall to the ground, leaving her fully bare. She did not allow Leblanc to relish her visage for long, however.

"I find it odd that I'm the only one undressing." Her words were curt and to the point, causing Leblanc to fall in line. The Noxian slipped her skirt off with relative ease, taking a moment to step out of it and reposition herself. As always, she was sans underwear, giving Syndra (and everyone else watching) a full view of her pussy. Undeterred, Leblanc removed her crown and makeshift bra, gently placing them next to Syndra's pile of clothes. Not to be outdone, Leblanc removed her final piece of clothing, her cape, with a snap of the fingers, mimicking and poking fun at Syndra's earlier display. She got the reaction she was hoping for, as Syndra's eyebrow twitched in silent anger.

Both of the women moved to the center of the room once they were fully naked, and the countdown began within a few moments.

Syndra and Leblanc's gazes met during those small, fleeting moments, and between them was an electric current of tension. Purple orbs stared into hazel ones, neither willing to back down or be outdown. For them, victory meant everything.

The buzzer sounded and the two combatants met in the middle, neither moving particularly aggressively. Instead, their first contact was a mutual kiss. Syndra tilted Leblanc's head back slightly as she began to seize a modicum of control, forcing Leblanc to lose leverage. The Deceiver was unwilling to go quietly, however, as her hands roamed Syndra's flesh, dragging her sharp fingernails down the Sovereign's back as a display of dominance.

Syndra did her best to ignore the pain emanating from her back, but cursed internally nonetheless. Those nails would leave marks. She made a mental note to punish Leblanc extra hard after this was over. The Ionian locked her fingers together over the small of Leblanc's back and pulled her closer, causing the two women's naked bodies to grind against each other's. Syndra enjoyed the feeling of her stiff nipples rubbing against Leblanc's, but knew to press her advantage even further. She moved her hands down from the Noxian's back and cupped her butt, grabbing two generous handfuls.

Leblanc broke away from the kiss, but only slightly, as her lips were still less than an inch away from Syndra's. "Oh? You must be feeling quite bold today, Syndra." She said. As if to answer her statement, Syndra spread her cheeks far apart and allowed them to slap back together before groping them again.

"I always feel bold." Syndra responded, reconnecting their lips once again. Leblanc hooked a hand underneath the Sovereign's right thigh and pulled it upwards. She cradled it against her side, and used her hand to roam the now more accessible flesh, dragging it slowly against her skin until reaching her shapely ass. Syndra, now only standing on one leg, was unbalanced and had to lean against Leblanc for support, giving her temporary control over the situation.

The Ionian smiled to herself. Perhaps this wasn't going to be as easy as she thought.


Anders watched intently from inside the testing chamber. For the final match, it certainly did not disappoint. Even though they had yet to engage in anything other than foreplay, both women seemed of relative skill, each wrestling control back from the other multiple times.

While she normally stood right in front of the glass during matches for the best view, she made an exception for this match since she had invited back the previous contestants. Instead of standing in the front and blocking everyone's view, she sat in the middle of the large group.

It was a decision she was quickly coming to regret.

When she initially invited them, she expected it to be a celebratory event, with all of the former combatants cheering for their own favorite to win. However, in hindsight, she should've known this would happen. While a few of the women were watching the match, most were busy with… other tasks. She supposed it was to be expected. Many of these women's libidos had been supersized since they entered the tournament, and gathering them all into one small room had only one real outcome.

The head scientist sighed. What was supposed to be a viewing party had turned into an orgy. And Anders was in the middle of it all. She looked severely uncomfortable in her folding chair, as to both her right and left champions were pleasuring each other, and their moans were drowning out everything else in the world.

Anders had removed her communication earpiece minutes prior in an effort to conceal the deteriorated state of the viewing party from her colleagues. This proved to be a rather untimely move, because if she still had it in, she would have heard her maintenance team say that one of the pipe's in the building had leaked, and it was spilling aphrodisiac out consistently for the last few minutes. But, she had not heard, and, as a result, was completely dumbfounded by the growing wetness between her legs.


Leblanc groaned as Syndra's hands roamed her flesh. She was on her back, a result of succumbing to the domineering Ionian's kiss. The Sovereign laid atop her, squishing her slightly larger breasts against her own, expertly traversing her skin with her hands, and suckling at the Noxian's neck relentlessly. Her body felt ablaze, tingling with excitement from Syndra's expert touch. If she was a common whore, she would simply give in to her opponent, the constant teasing proving to be enough to force her resignation. Fortunately, she was no common whore. Her harem of slaves proved that.

Leblanc raised her hands and gripped Syndra's bountiful ass, squeezing it tightly with her fingers. She used her palms to rock the Ionian back and forth, creating a steady tempo of grinding. Syndra's womanhood rubbed against Leblanc's lower stomach rhythmically, and although she did not let loose a moan of pleasure, her quick, bated breaths let Leblanc know that she was not invincible.

Syndra's self control deteriorated slightly as time wore on; her humping became faster and more powerful, and she felt the wetness that had accumulated on Leblanc's stomach as a result of her thrusting. However, she could not bring herself to stop. The pleasure was surprisingly intense, despite the lack of oral servicing or penetration. However, as soon as Leblanc became bold enough to administer a harsh slap to the Sovereign's ass, she knew her hubris had gotten the best of her. As if on cue, Syndra's dry humping came to a halt, and when Leblanc brought her eyes up to meet opponent's, she only saw fury.

Syndra's brow was creased, her eyes flaring in anger. "No one disrespects me like that." She said, and with a swift turn of the hips, repositioned herself over her opponent. Instead of being face to face with Leblanc on the ground, Syndra had turned around entirely and entered a 69 position.

The Ionian's plunged her tongue deep into the depths of Leblanc's womanhood, not caring in the slightest for foreplay. The Deceiver groaned in response, the sudden surge of pleasure running through her like a knife through butter. She looked up to get a better view, but all she saw was Syndra's breasts swinging to and fro like large pendulums as she continued eating her out. The Sovereign's confidence had returned, it seemed, as she dropped her juicy ass down onto Leblanc's face, smothering the Noxian and forcing her to eat her out. Both receiving equal amounts of pleasure, the two women moaned incessantly into each other's cunts, neither taking a break or slowing down. They could both feel orgasms beginning to brew within themselves, and neither was willing to back down.


Anders could hardly focus on the match anymore. Diana was grinding against Leona just to her left, and only a few inches to her right was Elise, who was fingerfucking Akali while Akali ate Riven's ass. Behind her was Sona, who had somehow snuck in a strapon and was bringing Morgana to pound town with it. And, somehow, Vi and Sejuani had fallen down on the ground in front of her, engaged in a battle of superiority as each flexed their muscles while they 69ed. It was an all out fuck fest buffet. In fact, the only champions not fucking each other were Fiora, Irelia, Ahri, Evelynn, and Ashe. Their eyes were glued to the glass, watching intently as the match carried on, hoping that their respective mistress would reign victorious.

Anders groaned again in annoyance. Her frustration did not come from all of the champions fucking around her, however, it came from the fact that she was getting off from it, and had no idea why. For her entire life, she had only been attracted to men, and even then, she barely cared enough to pursue them. She had watched over a dozen of the sexfights so far, closely monitoring each and every aspect of them, and had yet to think an erotic thought to herself about them. Yet, being surrounded by all of these horny, rabid women was turning her into an erotic mess. Her long, brunette hair was disheveled with sweat. Her slender legs jittered with excitement. Her medium sized breasts bounced slightly with her deep breaths. She could feel how soaked her panties were beneath her skirt, and knew not how much longer she could hold out before doing some incredibly unprofessional.


Syndra suddenly sprang off of Leblanc in a hurry, ending their mutual pussy eating session. The Sovereign had felt very close to cumming, and had leapt away from her opponent as a result. Looking down at Leblanc, who was still on her back, she seemed to be in a similar state. Her cheeks were rose colored, her breathing was ragged and uneven, and even after Syndra had removed herself from Leblanc entirely, the Noxian's hips still thrusted upwards, showing how close and desperate she was for release. Instead of leaping back onto a seemingly weakened opponent and finishing the fight right there, Syndra merely stayed still and continued to eye Leblanc, allowing the Deceiver to catch her breath.

"Why..?" Leblanc asked. "Why aren't you finishing me?"

"That's not the way I plan to win. You've shown me a good fight so far, much better than any other I've faced. I think there's only one way to end this fairly." Syndra responded, before seating herself on the ground a few feet away from the prone Leblanc and spreading her legs, revealing her drenched pussy to the Noxian.

Leblanc immediately understood what Syndra was proposing, and assumed a similar position as her, seating herself on the ground and spreading her own legs. She scooched closer to Leblanc until their legs were intertwined and their dripping cunts were only inches away from one another.

"We'll end this with a true sexfight." Syndra said. "That way, the loser will know that they truly were the inferior woman."

Leblanc nodded in agreement and took a deep breath before closing the distance between them, bringing their pussies against one another's.

Both of the women let out a small moan from the heavenly sensation. The amount of liquid excitement between them was more than enough to provide proper lubrication. Furthermore, both of them were relatively inexperienced with scissoring, and because of such, found the feeling to be new and electric. Syndra began gyrating her hips first, slowly rubbing herself up and down Leblanc's slit. The Noxian, having gained back a modicum of her composure, followed suite, and before long the women had fallen into a steady tempo of grinding, each exchanging moans of pleasure.

Syndra reached a shaky hand out and cruelly pinched Leblanc's nipple, eliciting a yelp from the Deceiver. In retaliation, Leblanc wrapped her left hand around Syndra's throat and squeezed gently. The Sovereign's mouth fell agape in bliss as she discovered a new fetish; the sheer kinkiness from being choked turned her on immensely. They moaned in union again, both severely close to cumming.

The two women continued rutting like animals, as all sense of etiquette, class, and humanity was seemingly lost for the purpose of fulfilling one goal: forcing the other woman to orgasm against their will. Sweat drenched their bodies from their long session, and it was a testament to how far they had come, not only in the match itself, but also in the tournament. They were evenly matched and incredibly talented; proving that the final match truly was a showcase of the best of the best.

Syndra knew her orgasm was only seconds away, so in an effort to prolong her own natural urges, she fantasized about what would happen if she won. It was a common tactic for lasting longer during sex; by taking your mind off of what was happening to you in the real world, it allowed for better endurance. The Ionian fantasized about having Leblanc tied up, with ropes strewn from neck to ankle as she laid down on her stomach like the worm she was. Ashe and Evelynn were tormenting both of her holes relentlessly with strapons, as they had been for hours, forcing orgasm after orgasm from her body. Syndra pictured herself stood over her, one foot on the side of her head, forcing it against the ground, the other, in front of her mouth, as the Noxian licked each of her toes submissively like a true bitch. The fantasy reminded her of what she was fighting for, and gave her the small resurgence of stamina that she so desperately needed.

Likewise, Leblanc had also resorted to falling into the recesses of her mind for escape. She needed to for the sake of her sanity, as she had been on the very edge of cumming since they began scissoring, but through pure willpower had held off. However, inner strength only got her so far, and eventually she had no choice but to employ a similar tactic to her rival. The Noxian imagined Syndra as her slave, completely broken in body and spirit, willing to do anything she desired. She pictured Syndra being publicly humiliated, tied up and left in the middle of the Institute with nothing to wear but her birthday suit, with a sign hanging from her neck that read "BUTTSLUT". Her thoughts also drifted to Syndra's cock, which she had seen in the Sovereign's match against Sona. The Deceiver had an endless amount of things she wanted to do with it; she pictured a near infinite amount of ways she could torture Syndra's magic wand. Much like her adversary, her inner thoughts succeeded in staving off her orgasm, but as Syndra's tempo suddenly increased dramatically, she was ripped away from her fantasies and brought back to reality.

Syndra's motions had become rabid, her legs humping away with reckless abandon as she drove her pussy into Leblanc's crotch. It was obvious to both Leblanc and Syndra, as well as anyone watching (which at this point was just their slaves, as everyone else was still busy fucking each other silly, not they either combatant knew that), that Syndra was about to cum. Her movements had become desperate, as if her body was begging for release. Her face was crimson red, her mouth hanging open in unadulterated need. She moaned erratically, each louder than the last as she pounded Leblanc's cunt against her own. Unfortunately for the Noxian, Syndra's increased tempo also brought herself to near orgasm, as she struggled to hold it off against the Ionian's fervent pace. Her tongue hung out from the immense pleasure she underwent as her mouth spewed moans and curses aplenty.

Syndra had effectively engaged them in pseudo sudden death setting. With her tempo so high, one of them was bound to break soon. They both knew it, too. Their eyes met as the final moments came, each intent on staring into their rival's very soul until the final bell tolled.

Finally, one woman threw her head back, unable to withstand any longer. She arched her back, releasing a mixture of a moan and cry that echoed throughout the room due to its loudness.

"Aaaaaaaahhhahhhhhhhh! Noooooo!"

The woman who broke first fell into a pit of both unmatchable ecstasy and pure agony as her orgasm erupted, spraying juices all over the winner's crotch. Her legs shook violently as she came, and the rest of her body felt like gelatin as warm and electricity surged up her spine. Her orgasm lasted upwards of thirty seconds, and although her initial torrent of cum subsided rather quickly, she still leaked essence down her own nether for the remainder of it.

Finally, her orgasm subsided, and the loser fell on her back, tears streaming down her face as she felt her very spirit shatter.

"...H-how could I lose..?" She whispered, her very being broken from her defeat.

The winner stood up, head held high with an aura of confidence radiating from her core. She placed a foot on the winner's chest in a dominating fashion, establishing her supremacy over her, for this day, and all days forthcoming. The winner's pussy still dripped with excitement, having not had the chance to cum due to her victory. A few droplets fell onto the loser's chest, forever branding her as nothing more than the winner's property.

The PA system sputtered on, and Anders voice came through it at last. "W-wow! What an excellent show!" She said, out of breath and with an oddly lustful tone. "It looks like the winner of the match, and the entire sexfight tournament, is…" She withheld the winner's name for a few more seconds, creating a dramatic finish to a dramatic fight.

"Syndra!"

Leblanc felt a fresh batch of tears stream down her face as she heard the head scientist confirm her defeat. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she hoped none of it was real, that she had hallucinated the end of the fight due to her immense pleasure. But the confirmation from Anders struck her like a punch to the gut, as it was the final nail in her coffin. She brought her eyes up to meet Syndra's, but instead of seeing her as an opponent, like she had not two minutes prior, she saw her as her new mistress. Both women knew what they risked on this match. One of them was going to end up as nothing more than a plaything for god knows how long. In the end, it ended up being Leblanc.

"ooooOkay, now it's time for the fun part!" Anders said over the intercom, her voice dripping with excitement. Syndra shot a bewildered look at the one way glass, before the door to the testing chamber opened and a steady stream of hot, naked, and incredibly horny champions trickled in.

"What is the meaning of this?!" Syndra exclaimed, her eyes glued to the doorway as more and more former contestants streamed in. She knew there was an audience, but she never expected them to be in this state. A fragrance of lust and sex radiated off of them with high potency, the musk quickly filling the testing chamber and turning Syndra on even more so that she already was. Had she been in a normal mental state, she would have most likely protested the interruption. However, she had already lost herself to her more carnal side, and was down for practically anything.

The champions shuffled in until all fourteen of them clogged the room, leaving little area for movement in the relatively cramped space. Anders entered last, and much to the surprise of Syndra, was stark naked. "Well, well, well." Syndra said, her eyes ogling the scientist. "Look at what you've been hiding under that labcoat all this time." Anders didn't have the absurd bust size of Ahri, or the godlike ass of Irelia, but her form was appealing it its own right. She was on the more petite size, her breasts slightly smaller than average but firm and perky. Her waist was slim and nearly in the shape of an hourglass, while her legs were slender and decently muscular. She had a dash of neatly trimmed pubic hair just above her southern lips, which were already slickened with excitement. Gone were her glasses and clipboard, and her usual ponytail had been replaced by a loose, hair down approach. As she turned around to close the door, Syndra finally caught sight of her butt, and saw the firm yet pliable flesh that encompassed it. She was not nearly as well endowed as some of the others around them, but her beauty was unquestionable.

"We thought that the prize round should be a bit more… entertaining." Anders said, her eyes slightly glazed. "I hope you don't mind."

Before Syndra could respond, she felt strong hands clasp both of her arms and drag her down to her knees. "Hey! What gives?!" She stammered, looking up at her assailants. Irelia and Fiora stood on either side of her and held her in a vice like grip as they both forcibly brought her wrists together behind her back, giving her no room to move despite her constant struggling. If she had even an ounce of her magic still available, she could have undoubtedly obliterated them for their insolence, however Anders had seemingly not returned her capacity for magic yet. She strained against their grasp for a few moments more until Ahri walked in front of her, her eyes holding a dangerous glint.

"You humiliated our Mistress." She said. "We will make you pay dearly for it."

"That's not- Hnng!- How this works!" Synda snarled, relentlessly trying to free herself from the powerful hands of Leblanc's slaves. Her efforts were futile, as she was not particularly adept in terms of physical fitness and it showed.

"I think it's time we shut this bitch up." Ahri said, her eyes lifting from Syndra's kneeling form to someone behind her. Syndra followed her gaze and turned her head around slightly until her eyes fell on two more people. Both Vi and Elise had snuck behind her, and the grand champion of the sexfight tournament quickly realized she had been utterly surrounded. Elise spun a small web from her fingertips and shot it over Syndra's mouth, effectively silencing her vulgar curses and acting as a makeshift gag. She then spun a few lines of webbing over the Ionian's clasped wrists and ankles, putting her into bondage. Unable to move in any capacity, Syndra's temper flared dangerously from her helplessness.

Ahri nodded her head towards Irelia, Fiora, and Vi, and the three of them began moving. Vi stalked off back to the original viewing chamber, while Fiora and Irelia brought Syndra to her feet, though the Ionian had a difficult time finding balance due to her ankles being tied together.

"I'm sorry you won't be getting the prize round you wanted, Syndra." Ahri said, her voice less angry than before and instead filled with a mixture of seduction and sarcasm. "I think you'll be more than satisfied by the end of it though." Syndra looked behind her again and saw Vi returning with a box. Her eyes went wide as she saw its contents. Strapons, dildos, and vibrators galore filled the box up to its brim, and Syndra knew the five champions surrounding her intended to use them on only one person. Her.

A few feet to the Sovereign's left was Leblanc, who found herself in a similar state as her white haired rival. While Leblanc's slaves had chosen to torment Syndra, Syndra's small harem had elected the Deceiver as their toy for the evening. Ashe and Evelynn didn't even need to equip restraints on the Noxian; her spirit was already broken and she offered no resistance to their advances. Her mouth was already occupied by Ashe's womanhood, her tongue naturally licking the mound while her eyes gloomily drooped downward. Evelynn had positioned Leblanc on all fours, and was taking advantage of the easy access to her rear by eating her ass (a task she was all too familiar with), preparing her for what was soon to come. The duo was joined by three others. Sona and Morgana were taking turns lying on the floor and suckling at the Noxian's teats; Sona felt obliged to fuck Leblanc since Syndra had bester her earlier in the tournament. It would be wrong to dominate the Sovereign, since she had been so utterly defeated by her. Morgana tagged along simply because she was subservient to Sona. Where her master went, she followed. The last woman in the 5 person fuck squad was Sejuani. She stood behind Ashe, grinding the Frost Archer's rear against her pelvis, enjoying the warm sensation running through her body. Though she intended to punish Leblanc for her embarrassing defeat, she figured a little "quality" time with her sister did no harm.

Leblanc took the onslaught of fingers and tongues without complaint. She moaned constantly from the pleasure, but offered no resistance. What was once a proud and cocky demeanor had crumbled, giving way to an obedient slut. Each of her five tormentors took turns on her body, jamming themselves into any orifice they could find. Evelynn quickly removed her tongue from the Noxian's ass only to place it inside her wet, sensitive folds, causing a sharp bolt of pleasure to run through her body. Morgana took the Widowmaker's spot, not giving Leblanc's asshole a moment of reprieve as she fingered it with her index finger whilst rimming her. Sona had replaced Ashe, forcing Leblanc to look up at her while eating her out, grinning maniacally from the kinkiness of the situation. Sejuani had laid down underneath Leblanc's stomach and begun painfully twisting and tweaking her right nipple, rolling it between her fingers every so often. Ashe laid between Sejuani's thighs, lapping at her sister's pussy with a hunger like no other.

The combined pleasure soon ripped a second orgasm from Leblanc's shivering cunt, her moans turning into pathetic mewls. Her body felt ablaze; her orgasm against Syndra was so powerful that she was not quite ready to have a second just yet. The women torturing her seemed to have no regard for this fact, however, as they continued terrorizing her body throughout the duration of her orgasm, never once slowing or stopping to give her a breather. Hoping it would take her mind off of the painful pleasure she was experiencing, Leblanc turned her head to the right slightly to see the state Syndra was in, only to realize that the Sovereign was having a much, much rougher time than her.

The group dominating Syndra had already equipped themselves with a variety of toys and spared no expense in using them on the Ionian prisoner. Elise pounded her ass with a strapon, stretching the gaping hole out for easy, slick access. Beneath Syndra's standing form was a kneeling Fiora, who constantly rammed a vibrating dildo in and out of the Ionian's folds with fervor. Squatting a few inches in front of Syndra was Irelia, who used one hand to rub the Sovereign's clit while the other tugged on the chain connecting the two nipple clamps she wore. Ahri stood just behind Irelia, her body only six inches away from the captured sexifght champion. She leaned over Irelia and was engaging Syndra in a deep, sloppy kiss, dominating the exchange in every aspect as the Sovereign's spirit seemed worn down. Leblanc had no clue how many orgasms she had had since the girls started, but she knew it had to be several, judging by the trail of wetness leaking down both of her legs. Behind Ahri was Vi, who was slamming a strapon into the Fox's dripping cunt, hammering away at it like a piston. Every thrust caused another throaty moan to emanate from Ahri, which only ended up transferring into Syndra's mouth. The muscular Piltoverian reached her arms around Ahri and squeezed Syndra's breasts without impunity, leaving bruises all over them.

Leblanc grimaced at the situation Syndra was in. She thought she had it bad, but seeing the Sovereign being utterly and completely fucked silly made her heart drop. Not because she felt sorry for her, but because she knew she would be in a similar situation soon.

As if on cue, Ashe got up from her position and brought the sex toy box right next to Leblanc and her 'partners'. "I think it's time we really punished this fuckslut for losing." She reached in and grabbed a handful of toys before distributing them to her fellow dommes. Leblanc's grimace grew even wider, as she knew that her holes were about to undergo the beating of a lifetime.

As Syndra and Leblanc continued to be fucked like dumpster sluts, Anders watched from the far side of the room with a smirk on her face and her hand on her cunt. This wasn't her initial plan, but she decided to run with it.

It didn't take her long to realize that the gaseous aphrodisiac was being leaked into the viewing room, however, by the time she did come to the conclusion, her mind was already overtaken by lust. Even though she wasn't attracted to women under normal circumstances, she couldn't deny the… elegance and beauty of the former contestants. While they fucked during the match, Anders only watched in pained idleness, wanting desperately to participate but unable to fully commit, due to the strong resolve she had in her real desires. She settled on masturbating, jilling herself off to all the action around her without having to engage in any of it. By the time the match ended, she was fully naked and on her third orgasm, but she knew it was not enough. Not by a long shot. So she proposed to the other champions in the viewing room to follow her inside the testing chamber and get a piece of the action. It didn't take much convincing; they were already horny out of their minds, and willing to fuck practically anything that moved.

Again, she had no plans to participate in the rough fuck session with Syndra and Leblanc; she was perfectly fine jilling herself off to the sight of it instead. It seemed a few other champions were okay with not participating in it, too, as Diana and Leona wrestled and fucked on the ground before her and Akali and Riven went to town on each other beside her, both couples seemingly uninterested in the breaking of the two final combatants.

Anders smiled to herself as she rubbed her clit. The final match had gone better than she hoped; not only had she gotten great data, but she got to have the sexual experience of a lifetime. She shifted her eyes from Leblanc to Syndra, and was surprised to see that somehow they had gotten the Ionian's magical cock to come forth. Syndra groaned in unbridled ecstasy as Ahri licked her purple cockhead while Elise was rapidly stroked her shaft. Fiora and Irelia each sucked on her testicles, taking one of the large masses of flesh entirely in their mouth before releasing it with a *POP*. Vi pounded the Sovereign's ass from behind with a strapon, relentlessly slamming the bound woman with no regard for how she felt. Anders could only imagine the pleasure Syndra was feeling; to have so many women fucking you at the same time… It must have been otherworldly. As if on cue, Syndra screamed into her spider web gag and came, her cum shooting from her cockhead like a missile.

The petite scientist was interrupted from her thoughts when she felt a strong hand rest on her shoulder. She looked to her right, only to find Leona smiling down at her, a rosy tinted blush adorning her panting face.

"Doesn't seem fair for everyone to have fun except you, Doc." She said, as Diana stood opposite of her on the other side of the scientist, a wolfish grin plastered across her face.

"Well… I-I… uh…" Anders stammered.

"She's right." Came a voice from behind. Anders traced it back to Akali, who was practically breathing down her neck at a dangerously close distance, with Riven not too far behind. "You need some release too, right Doc?"

Anders became hyper aware of the closeness in proximity the four women were to her. She felt her heart beating out of her chest as sweat begun to drip down her forehead. "Now, ladies, let's not get too hasty-"

"Too late!" Diana said as she grabbed Anders behind the neck and pushed her face first to the ground. Her head felt fuzzy and her vision was blurred from the impact of the blow, but once she came to she realized that her arms and legs had been bound with rope.

Akali crept up behind the immobilized scientist and whispered in her ear, "Don't worry, you'll thanks us for this by the end of it." With that, she slammed the strapon she had recently adorned into Anders' tight asshole, causing the scientist to go cross eyed in pain. Following Akali's lead, Riven stood in front of Anders and thrust her strapon into the woman's dripping cunt, causing the scientist to release a howl of pleasure. Diana and Leona stood on either of her sides, each bent over slightly to suck on a single nipple.

"T-this is so- Oh!- wrong! Please get off of m-" Diana placed her hand over Anders' mouth to silence her protests. She continued screaming expletives at the four women, though, regardless of how muffled they came out.

The synergistic gangbang proved to overwhelm Anders; despite her lack of attraction towards women, she could not deny how good her body felt in this moment. She orgasmed within a minute of being pounded from all angles, embarrassing herself by showing everyone what a quick shot she was. Copious juices dripped from her womanhood, but it did not deter her molesters. They continued fucking her without a hitch, oblivious to everything else the world had to offer. After several orgasms, Anders felt her consciousness fading. She lost track of how long they had been going at her, but came back to reality when she felt herself being moved. When they finally got her in the positioned they wanted, she realized that they had put her face to face with Syndra and Leblanc. The three women had been put on all fours and angled in such a way that their faces formed a triangle. Only a small amount of distance separated them, and Anders saw that Syndra and Leblanc where in a much worse state than her. Leblanc's mascara ran down her face, most likely from tears. Her eyes looked completely deflated; void of any emotive capacity other than pleasure and misery. Syndra, on the other hand, looked completely broken. Her eyes were rolled upwards, most likely a side effect of being overloaded with pleasure for what felt like hours. Even worse, it appeared a few of the champions had masturbated on her face for added humiliation, as her visage was covered with a thin sheen of cum.

The head scientist heard giggling and jesting overhead, as the 14 other champions stood behind them in a circle. The group exchanged a few more words before Evelynn, Fiora, and Ashe sauntered forward, each wearing strapons and taking position behind a different fucktoy. Anders was surprised to see Fiora kneel down behind Leblanc and Evelynn kneel down behind Syndra, though. Before she had been turned into an orgasm machine and was merely spectating the action, she noted how the sex slaves of Syndra fucked Leblanc and visa versa. Now, though, it seemed the slaves wanted a piece of their real masters.

Once all three women were in position, with Fiora and Evelynn kneeling behind Leblanc and Syndra, and Ashe kneeling behind Anders, they wordlessly plunged their fake cocks forth, taking the women's pussies in one final display of domination. Despite the rigorous pleasure rich evening Syndra, Leblanc, and Anders had experienced, they still had some left in the tank, as all three moaned in uninsion from being penetrated once again.

Fiora leaned back on her palms, roughly slamming her tool into Leblanc's swollen lips, saying, "How could you lose? You are a failure of a master. I can't believe we once saw you as our Mistress." Her voice was not angry, but instead carried disappointment and resentment towards her former master. Leblanc only whined in response, her body convulsing as she felt another orgasm building.

Evelynn was much closer to her master, as she had leaned forward, pressing her breasts against Syndra's sweaty back and while whispering in her ear, "Out of all your playthings, you always treat me the worst. Being able to pound you like this is the best payback I could dream of, bitch." She bit down on the Sovereign's neck, causing her to moan even louder than before, while her fake cock rutted against the Ionian's cunt sloppily.

Ashe was rough with Anders, as she spanked her ass cruelly whilst thrusting forward. An audible *SMACK* resonated throughout the room with every spank, turning both of her tight cheeks red. The Frost Archer's stamina was on display as well, because she fucked Anders' tight hole nearly twice as fast as Evelynn or Fiora, despite the fact she had been strapon fucking Leblanc for hours just before. Causing Anders to squeal with every thrust, Ashe said, "I think they should suffer together, no?" Evelynn and Fiora nodded, before all three of them gripped their respective fuck doll's head and shoved it forward, forcing all three of their faces to collide in the middle. Acting on instinct alone, Syndra, Leblanc, and Anders, engaged in a sloppy, moan infused kiss. Saliva ] covered the three women's lips, and before long they shared a three way orgasm from the rough fucking. The last thing Anders remembered before passing out entirely was the desperation in which her lips crashed against Syndra and Leblanc's.


Syndra was lost in thought while she lazily stared at the ornate mirror in her bedroom. The sexfight tournament had ended two weeks ago, and she was the grand victor. Though she felt confident in her ability before the match started, Leblanc proved to be a tough, worthy opponent. It came down to the wire, as she was unsure how many more seconds she could have lasted if Leblanc hadn't cum first. But it didn't matter. Leblanc did cum first, and with it, Syndra secured her spot as the top woman in the League. The journey was arduous, and she had many more obstacles in her way that she would've liked, but, looking back, it was worth it.

What wasn't worth it, however, was the multi-hour long fuck session she was subjected to afterwards. Winners were supposed to be the ones doing the fucking, not getting fucked. Her holes had been filled for what felt like an eternity by Leblanc's former slaves (plus a few others), and to top it all off they somehow managed to draw her cock from its sheath, torturing her with cruel edging play and testicle sucking. Syndra always liked to be the one in charge. She had no hidden desire to be dominated, and so it came as a huge annoyance that the former contestants mobbed her.

Still, she did find it enjoyable to watch Anders get fucked silly. That woman had seemed like such a prude before. Watching her mind break from the constant stream of pleasure was, if nothing else, entertaining.

The Sovereign's thoughts were interrupted as she felt an orgasm come forth. "Faster!" She commanded, her eyes refocusing from the mirror to the two faces between her legs. Ahri and Ashe's tongues moved faster form their master's directive, and soon they were rewarded with a face full of Syndra's juices.

Syndra sighed, enjoying the afterglow of her orgasm while stroking her pet's hair. After her victory, she inherited all three of Leblanc's slaves, expanding her harem even further. Sadly, she still hadn't tamed Sona yet, but she hoped that the Maven would come around eventually.

With her mind on Leblanc, Syndra realized she hadn't checked on her in a while. She got up from her bed and began walking towards the basement. She passed Irelia and Fiora on the way there, who were engaged in an oral session with each other on the floor. She smiled at them in approval and continued onwards, reaching and descending the stairs that led to the basement.

Finally reaching the bottom, Leblanc walked to the center of the dark, seedy room, only to find Leblanc and Evelynn in the same state she had left them in.

Both of the women had been stripped, bent over, and locked into a medieval style stock. They faced each other with only a foot separating their faces. Their mouths had ball gags in them while their pussies and assholes had vibrating dildos lodged in them. Syndra stood between the two women and removed their gags.

"It's been two weeks Syndra! You can't keep us like this forever!" Evelynn howled.

"Ah, but I can. A slave should never fuck their master for payback. Isn't that right, bitch?" Syndra responded, only for Evelynn to lower her head in shame. "And as for you," The Ionian continued, turned herself around to face Leblanc. "Those nails of yours left marks on my back for a whole week. Even if you weren't my slave at the time, I can't let such a transgression go unpunished."

"Yes, Mistress." Leblanc said, her submission evident.

"As long as you understand." Syndra said. "Now, I know you both haven't eaten in a few hours, but I only have one plate of dinner left. Whoever pleases me best can have it."

Without another word, Evelynn dove into the Sovereign's ass while Leblanc greedily sucked on her clit. Syndra grinned, feeling wave after wave of electric pleasure course through her body.

Life was good.


And that concludes The Ultimate Sexfight Championship. Thanks to everyone that read and participated in the voting, it made the experience really fun for me, and I hope for you for the lengthy amount of time it took to put this final chapter out. This shit is like 10k words and took me forever to write.

If you enjoyed my story and want more, I have good news. I will be writing a sequel for it on HentaiFoundry! It'll obviously take place in the same universe as this one, but I have some ideas to freshen it up and expand it. I'm still brainstorming it, though, so I probably won't post the first chapter for a while. You can always check my Tumblr for updates. This brings me to my second bit of good news: I'll be opening up commissions, effective immediately. I have a lot of time on my hands now that this work is finished, plus I could use a break from the large, interconnected story format. If you like my work and want to request a commission, you can pm me on this website or Tumblr, and we can hopefully work something out.

Again, thanks to everyone that read, reviewed, favorited, etc. I never expected this story to get any traction, and the massive amount of positive feedback I got was and still is heartwarming.

Until next time,

~~Aelinna