Leblanc's chateau Chapter 2: Ahri's Replacement, a league of legends fanfic

Ahri arrived at LeBlanc's chambers, the silver cart tray clinking softly as she pushed it through the ornate doors. She knew that the other girls wondered why she held such a prominent position, why she was the second in command despite her lack of involvement with clients.

But Ahri knew the truth, and it wasn't for the luxury or comfort that came with the job. No, she had sold her soul to LeBlanc for one reason and one reason alone: love.

Ahri had fallen deeply in love with LeBlanc from the moment she rescued her, captivated by her power, her intelligence, her raw sexuality. She would do anything for LeBlanc, anything to earn her affection and approval.

As she entered the room, LeBlanc looked up from the papers on her desk, her eyes narrowing slightly as she took in the sight of Ahri and the cart tray of food.

"Ahri," she said, her voice low and commanding. "What's all this?"

Ahri bowed her head, her voice trembling slightly as she replied. "I brought your dinner, Madam LeBlanc," she said softly. "I hope it is to your liking."

LeBlanc's eyes flicked to the tray, taking in the lavish spread that Morgana had prepared. "I see," she said, her voice tight. "But why is there so much food? I certainly can't eat all of this on my own."

Ahri's heart raced at LeBlanc's question, a flicker of hope and fear flashing through her eyes. This was her chance, her opportunity to finally spend some time with the woman she loved.

"Forgive me, Madam," she said, her voice low and pleading. "I haven't had dinner yet, and I thought... I thought perhaps my company wouldn't disturb you."

LeBlanc was silent for a moment, her eyes studying Ahri intently. For a moment, Ahri feared the worst, feared that LeBlanc would dismiss her, send her away from her presence.

But then, LeBlanc's lips curled into a small smile, a glimmer of affection in her eyes. "Very well," she said, her voice softening slightly. "You may join me, Ahri. After all, that new girl you brought in has made us quite a bit of money. I suppose you've earned a small reward."

Ahri's heart soared at LeBlanc's words, a rush of joy and gratitude welling up inside her. She had done it, she had earned a precious moment with the woman she loved.

"Thank you, Madam," she breathed, her voice filled with a mix of love and devotion. "It would be my greatest honor."

As she took her seat across from LeBlanc, Ahri couldn't help but marvel at the way the candlelight danced across her features, casting a soft glow on her beautiful face. She would do anything, anything at all, to keep LeBlanc by her side.

After the food, Ahri poured a steaming cup of coffee for LeBlanc, the rich aroma filling the air as she set it down on the table beside her. She then began to massage LeBlanc's shoulders, her strong hands kneading the knots and tension from her powerful frame.

LeBlanc tensed slightly at Ahri's touch, a flicker of annoyance in her eyes as she looked back at her second in command. "Ahri," she said, her voice low and warning. "Don't overstep your place."

Ahri froze, her heart racing as she realized her mistake. "Forgive me, Madam LeBlanc," she whispered, her voice trembling slightly. "I only meant to serve you, to help you relax after such a long day."

She pulled her hands away, her eyes downcast and filled with regret. "Do you need something more from me?" she asked, her voice barely audible. "Or would you like me to leave you to your rest?"

LeBlanc was silent for a moment, her eyes narrowed as she studied Ahri's face. For a moment, Ahri feared the worst, feared that LeBlanc would punish her for her overfamiliarity.

But then, LeBlanc's lips curled into a wry smile, a wicked glint in her eye. "Since you're so eager to serve me, Ahri," she purred, her voice low and seductive, "why don't you please me?"

Ahri's eyes widened in surprise, a rush of desire and fear coursing through her veins."Yes, Madam," she breathed, her voice filled with a mix of love and devotion. "It would be my greatest pleasure."

With trembling hands, Ahri began to undress LeBlanc, her fingers trailing over the smooth, silky skin of her body. She kissed every inch of exposed flesh, worshipping LeBlanc's beauty with a fervor that bordered on reverence.

LeBlanc watched her with a critical eye, her expression a mix of pleasure and detachment. She knew that Ahri would do anything for her, that she had complete control over her second in command.

As Ahri undressed herself, Leblanc Asked her "Are you not mad that everyone thinks that you get to be the top dog of this brothel because I fuck you as I please? I know what they say when they think you are not listening"

Ahri's heart raced as she heard LeBlanc's words, a mix of fear and shame washing over her. She knew that the other women gossiped about her, whispering behind her back about being LeBlanc's personal fucktoy. But hearing it from LeBlanc's own lips, it made it all too real. Was she angry? Angry at being kept here, at being nothing more than a warm body for LeBlanc to use as she pleased? No, Ahri couldn't bring herself to feel that way. She loved LeBlanc with every fiber of her being, and if this was the price she had to pay for her affections, then so be it.

"No, Madam," Ahri whispered, her voice trembling slightly as she looked up at LeBlanc with adoring eyes. "I'm not angry. I'm honored to be yours, in any way you wish."

LeBlanc's lips curled into a smirk, a wicked glint in her eye as she traced a finger along Ahri's jawline. "Good," she purred, her voice low and seductive. "Because I have so much more in store for you, my dear Ahri."

Ahri's heart raced at LeBlanc's words, a mix of excitement and trepidation coursing through her veins. She knew that LeBlanc's "gifts" came at a steep price, but she was willing to pay it. For LeBlanc, she would do anything, no matter how degrading or humiliating.

"Yes, Madam," Ahri breathed, her voice filled with a mix of love and submission. "I'm yours, always and forever. Use me as you see fit."

With a flick of her wrist, LeBlanc conjured a massive, magically-enhanced cock from thin air. It hovered before Ahri, throbbing and pulsing with an otherworldly energy.

"Start pleasing me," LeBlanc commanded, her voice low and demanding. "Put that pretty mouth of yours to work."

Ahri's eyes widened at the sight of the enormous, enchanted phallus. It was unlike anything she had ever seen before, its surface shimmering with arcane runes and symbols. She knew that this was no ordinary cock, but a tool of LeBlanc's dark magic.

But Ahri was not afraid. No, she was eager to please her mistress, to show her just how devoted she was. With a low moan, she leaned forward and took the tip of the cock into her mouth, her lips stretching obscenely around its girth.

LeBlanc watched with a critical eye, her expression a mix of pleasure and detachment. She knew that Ahri would do anything for her, that she had complete control over her second in command.

And as Ahri pleasured her, her mouth and throat stretched to their limits around the massive, pulsing shaft, LeBlanc couldn't help but feel a sense of power, a sense of dominance over the woman who loved her so deeply.

Ahri was lost in a haze of pleasure and pain, her every action driven by her desperate need to please the woman she loved. She would do anything, anything at all, to make LeBlanc happy, to earn her affection and approval.

As LeBlanc fucked Ahri in every way imaginable, the room was filled with the sounds of their moans and the slick, wet slapping of flesh against flesh. LeBlanc reveled in the feeling of Ahri's warm, wet pussy against her own magical cock, the friction and heat driving her wild with pleasure.

Ahri focused on the sensation, on the intense, overwhelming pleasure that coursed through her body with every thrust of LeBlanc's hips. It was the only way to forget the harsh reality of their relationship, to pretend that this was something more than just a cruel game for LeBlanc to play.

But even as Ahri lost herself in the moment, she couldn't shake the feeling of deep sadness that lurked just beneath the surface. She knew that LeBlanc didn't love her, not really. She was just a toy, a plaything to be used and discarded at LeBlanc's whim.

And yet, Ahri couldn't bring herself to care. Not when LeBlanc was inside her, not when she was experiencing such intense, all-consuming pleasure. In that moment, she was happy, happier than she had ever been before.

Ahri straddled LeBlanc, her hands gripping the older woman's shoulders as she lowered herself onto the throbbing, magical cock. She moaned loudly as it stretched her open, filling her completely.

"Fuck, Ahri," LeBlanc hissed, her nails digging into Ahri's hips as she guided her up and down. "Your pussy feels so fucking good."

Ahri could only whimper in response, her head lolling back as she rode LeBlanc hard and fast. The room was filled with the wet, obscene sounds of their fucking, the smell of sex heavy in the air.

LeBlanc reached up and grasped Ahri's breasts, squeezing them roughly as Ahri bounced on her lap. "You love this, don't you, you little slut?" LeBlanc growled. "You love being used by me, being fucked like the whore you are."

Ahri could only moan in response, her hips moving instinctively as she chased her own pleasure. She didn't care what LeBlanc called her, what she said to her. In that moment, she was in heaven, lost in a world of intense, all-consuming bliss.

LeBlanc thrust her hips up to meet Ahri's, fucking her even harder. "Cum for me, Ahri," she commanded, her voice dark and commanding. "I want to feel you squeeze my cock as you come undone."

Ahri's body responded instantly, her orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave. She screamed LeBlanc's name, her nails digging into the older woman's shoulders as she shuddered and shook with the force of her release.

LeBlanc grinned savagely, her own orgasm following closely behind as Ahri's pussy clenched and spasmed around her. "Good girl," she purred, her voice low and satisfied.

Ahri lay in bed, her body aching and exhausted after being used by LeBlanc. But even as she felt the pain of her abuse, she couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and accomplishment.

She had pleased LeBlanc, had given her exactly what she wanted. And now, as she looked up at the other woman, she couldn't help but ask the question that had been burning in her mind.

"Are you satisfied?" she asked, her voice soft and breathless. "Or do you want to keep going?"

LeBlanc smiled, her eyes glinting with amusement. "I am satisfied," she purred, her voice low and dangerous. "For now."

Ahri's heart raced as she heard LeBlanc's words, a flicker of hope igniting in her chest. "For now?" she repeated, her voice barely above a whisper. "Does that mean...does that mean you have something else in mind for me?"

LeBlanc's smile widened, her eyes narrowing as she looked down at Ahri. "Indeed," she said, her voice soft and seductive. "I have a special task for you, my dear. A test, if you will, to see just how good you really are."

Ahri's breath caught in her throat as she listened to LeBlanc, her mind racing with questions. "What do you have in mind?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly.

LeBlanc's eyes glinted with cruel amusement. "It's quite simple," she said, her voice low and dangerous. "I want you to travel to Piltover. I want you to talk with Sheriff Caitlyn, and bring me something back. In secret, of course. And as quickly as possible."

Ahri's eyes widened in shock, her heart pounding in her chest. "Piltover?" she repeated, her voice barely above a whisper. "But...but I don't want to leave you. I don't want to be away from you."

LeBlanc's smile widened, her eyes glinting with cruel amusement. "Oh, Ahri," she purred, her voice soft and seductive. "You're not leaving me. You're just...expanding your horizons. Proving your worth to me."

Ahri's mind raced as she tried to process LeBlanc's words, her heart heavy with fear and uncertainty. "But who will run the business while I'm gone?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly. "Who will take my place?"

LeBlanc's eyes narrowed, her gaze hardening. "That is for you to decide," she said, her voice low and dangerous. "Choose wisely, Ahri. Choose someone who can fulfill my expectations. And if they cannot...well, let's just say that I will be very disappointed."

Ahri's heart raced as she listened to LeBlanc, her mind already racing with possibilities. She knew that she had to choose carefully, had to select someone who could handle the pressure and the demands of the château.

But as she looked up at LeBlanc, she couldn't help but feel a sense of dread. What if she chose wrong? What if her replacement couldn't measure up to LeBlanc's expectations?

The thought sent a shiver down her spine, and she knew that she had to make the right choice. For her own sake, and for the sake of the château.

Ahri's eyes narrowed as she observed the girls at work, her mind racing as she tried to decide who would be the best replacement for her. Quiyana was too lazy, always slacking off and barely putting in any effort. Katarina was too hot-headed, her temper flaring at the slightest provocation. Sona was meek and timid, but Ahri had to admit, her massive breasts would probably be a big hit with LeBlanc. Seraphine was new and inexperienced, still learning the ropes of the business.

But then, Ahri's gaze fell on Irelia. The young woman was sitting with some Ionian warchiefs, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she tempted them into paying to fuck her. Irelia had become one of the most successful whores at the château, her competence and skill in the bedroom drawing in clients from all over.

And as Ahri watched her, she couldn't help but notice the way the other girls seemed to respect her, to look up to her. Irelia had a natural leadership quality about her, a strength and confidence that drew people to her.

Maybe, Ahri thought, Irelia was the perfect replacement. She was competent, well-liked by the other girls, and had a body that surely LeBlanc would like.

But as she considered the idea, Ahri felt a pang of jealousy. She didn't want to be replaced, didn't want to give up her position as LeBlanc's favorite. And Irelia, with her natural charisma and beauty, would be a formidable competitor.

Ahri's mind raced as she tried to decide what to do, her heart torn between her loyalty to LeBlanc and her own desire to keep her position. She knew that she had to make a choice, had to decide who would be her replacement.

And as she looked at Irelia, she knew that she had found her answer. Irelia was the one. She was strong, competent, and well-liked by the other girls. She would be a perfect replacement for her.

Irelia looked up at Ahri, her eyes wide with surprise. "Ahri?" she said, her voice tinged with confusion. "What do you need from me?"

Ahri took a deep breath, steeling herself for the conversation that was to come. "Irelia," she said, her voice soft but firm. "I have some news for you. While I'm away on a task for LeBlanc, you will be replacing me. You will have to attend to LeBlanc's every demand and whim, and yes...that includes being fucked by her."

Irelia's eyes widened even further, her mouth falling open in shock. "What?" she whispered, her voice trembling slightly. "But...but why me? Why would LeBlanc want me to replace you?"

Ahri's heart raced as she tried to explain, her mind racing with the implications of her decision. "You're competent," she said, her voice steady despite the fear that coursed through her veins. "You're well-liked by the other girls. And you have a body that drive the clients wild."

Irelia's cheeks flushed red at Ahri's words, a mix of flattery and embarrassment. "I...I don't know what to say," she murmured, her eyes downcast. "I'm honored that you would choose me, Ahri. But...I'm not sure if I'm ready for something like this."

Ahri's heart ached as she looked at Irelia, seeing the fear and uncertainty in her eyes. "I know it's a lot to ask," she said, her voice soft with sympathy. "But LeBlanc is counting on you, Irelia. She wants you to be the one to replace me."

Irelia's eyes snapped up to meet Ahri's, a flicker of determination sparking in their depths. "If LeBlanc wants me to do this," she said, her voice firm and steady despite the fear that still lingered, "then I will do it. I won't let you down, Ahri. I promise."

Ahri's heart swelled with pride as she looked at Irelia, seeing the strength and resilience that lay beneath the fear. "I know you won't," she said, her voice soft with admiration. "You're going to be amazing, Irelia. LeBlanc will see that you're the best choice to replace me."

Irelia's cheeks flushed even redder at Ahri's words, a mix of flattery and embarrassment. "I...thank you," she whispered, her voice choked with emotion. "Thank you for believing in me, Ahri."

Ahri reached out, taking Irelia's hand in her own. "Always," she said, her voice firm with conviction. "Now go. Prepare yourself. LeBlanc will be expecting you. I warn you, it's not an easy job"

As Irelia entered LeBlanc's chamber, a tray of food balanced carefully in her hands, she could hear the dark mage's voice coming through the phone. She tried to be quiet, to not disturb LeBlanc, but the sound of her footsteps on the polished wooden floor was impossible to completely silence.

"Well, Caitlyn," LeBlanc was saying, her voice cold and calculated. "I hear you have a little... problem on your hands. Something that needs to be dealt with, discreetly and efficiently."

Irelia's heart raced as she listened, her curiosity piqued despite her best efforts to stay focused on her task.

"That's where I come in," LeBlanc continued, her tone almost predatory. "I'm more than happy to take this... situation off your hands. But you know how I operate, Sheriff. I always expect something in return for my services."

There was a pause, and Irelia could almost picture the two women on opposite sides of the phone, sizing each other up.

"And what is it you want this time, LeBlanc?" Caitlyn asked, her voice tense and wary.

LeBlanc laughed, a sound that sent shivers down Irelia's spine. "Oh, come now, Caitlyn. You know me better than that. I don't make my demands known until I've delivered the goods." With that, she hung up the phone, her eyes snapping up to meet Irelia's as the girl stood frozen in the doorway, the tray of food trembling in her hands.

LeBlanc's face twisted into a scowl, her eyes narrowing dangerously. "I told you not to disturb me while I was on the phone, Irelia," she snapped, her voice like a whip.

"I-I'm sorry, Madam LeBlanc," Irelia stammered, her heart pounding in her chest. "I didn't mean to interrupt. I was just bringing your dinner, as you requested."

LeBlanc's gaze flickered to the tray of food, and her expression soured even further. "My steak," she said, her voice laced with disgust. "It's well done, isn't it?"

Irelia swallowed hard, her mouth suddenly dry. "Y-yes, Madam LeBlanc," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I asked the cook to make it that way, as you prefer."

LeBlanc let out a bark of laughter, a sound that held no real amusement. "Oh, Irelia," she said, her voice dripping with condescension. "How little you know. I prefer my steaks medium-well, not the burnt, flavorless abomination you've brought me."

Irelia's cheeks flushed with embarrassment, her grip on the tray tightening until her knuckles turned white. "I'm sorry, Madam LeBlanc," she said, her voice tight with tension. "I didn't know."

LeBlanc waved a dismissive hand, as if Irelia's apology meant nothing to her. "Of course you didn't," she said, her tone almost patronizing. "You're just a stupid, naive girl, after all."

She fixed Irelia with a withering glare, her eyes cold and unyielding. "Take it back to the kitchen," she commanded. "And tell them to do it again, properly

Irelia returns a moment later, setting the tray down on the table, her hands trembling slightly as she did so. She watched as LeBlanc cut into the steak, her movements precise and practiced. The dark mage took a bite, chewing slowly and deliberately before swallowing.

"It's acceptable," she said, her voice flat and unemotional. "But barely."

Irelia felt a wave of relief wash over her, followed quickly by a fresh surge of anxiety. "Is there anything else you need, Madam LeBlanc?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

LeBlanc looked up at her, her eyes cold and calculating. "Yes," she said, her voice low and dangerous. "Take off your clothes."

Irelia's breath caught in her throat, her heart pounding in her chest. "What?" she asked, her voice barely audible.

LeBlanc's eyes narrowed, her expression hardening. "You heard me," she said, her voice laced with menace. "I want you to undress. Now."

Irelia's hands trembled as she reached for the hem of her dress, her mind racing as she tried to process LeBlanc's command. She had known that this was a possibility, that LeBlanc might want to use her for her own pleasure, but she had never expected it to happen so soon.

As she stripped off her dress, revealing the simple cotton undergarments beneath, Irelia felt a fresh wave of humiliation wash over her. She was used to being naked in front of strangers, used to being touched and used by men she didn't know. But this was different. This was LeBlanc, the woman who held her life in her hands, the woman who could destroy her with a single word.

LeBlanc watched her with a predatory gaze, her eyes raking over Irelia's body as if assessing her worth. "Turn around," she commanded, her voice cold and authoritative.

Irelia complied, her cheeks burning with embarrassment as she presented herself to LeBlanc's gaze. She could feel the dark mage's eyes on her, could feel the weight of her gaze like a physical touch.

"Good," LeBlanc said, her voice laced with satisfaction. "Now, come here."

Irelia stepped forward, her heart pounding in her chest as she approached the table where LeBlanc sat. The dark mage reached out, her fingers trailing along Irelia's hip, her touch cold and clinical.

"On your knees," LeBlanc commanded, her voice leaving no room for argument.

Irelia sank to her knees, her heart racing as she waited for LeBlanc's next command. The dark mage continued to eat her steak, her eyes never leaving Irelia's body.

"Touch yourself," she said, her voice low and dangerous. "Show me what you like."

Irelia's breath hitched in her throat, her mind reeling with shock and disbelief. But she knew better than to disobey LeBlanc's orders. Slowly, hesitantly, she reached down, her fingers trailing over her own skin as she began to touch herself.

LeBlanc watched her, her eyes cold and unreadable, as Irelia's fingers moved over her body, exploring her own desires and fears. The dark mage ate her steak, her gaze never wavering, as Irelia lost herself in the moment, her body responding to her own touch despite the humiliation and fear that coursed through her veins.

And as LeBlanc finished her meal, wiping her mouth with a delicate napkin, she fixed Irelia with a cold, calculating gaze. "Now," she said, her voice laced with anticipation. "Let's see what you can do for me."

Irelia trembled on her knees before LeBlanc, her heart pounding in her chest as she awaited the dark mage's next command. LeBlanc's gaze was cold and calculating, her eyes raking over Irelia's naked body with a predatory intensity.

"Come here," LeBlanc said, her voice low and dangerous. "I want to feel you."

Irelia swallowed hard, her mouth suddenly dry as she rose to her feet and approached the table. LeBlanc reached out, her fingers trailing over Irelia's hip, her touch cold and clinical.

"On the table," she commanded, her voice leaving no room for argument.

Irelia complied, her heart racing as she laid herself out on the cold, hard surface. LeBlanc's eyes never left her body, her gaze intense and unyielding.

"Spread your legs," she said, her voice low and menacing.

Irelia did as she was told, her cheeks burning with humiliation as she exposed herself to LeBlanc's gaze. The dark mage leaned in, her breath hot against Irelia's skin as she ran her fingers over her most intimate places.

"You're wet," LeBlanc observed, her voice laced with amusement. "Does this excite you, Irelia? Being at my mercy, knowing that I could do anything I want to you?"

Irelia's breath caught in her throat, her body betraying her even as her mind screamed in protest. "N-no," she stammered, her voice barely audible. "I don't want this."

LeBlanc laughed, a cold, bitter sound that sent shivers down Irelia's spine. "Oh, Irelia," she said, her voice dripping with condescension. "You may not want it, but your body certainly does."

She ran her fingers over Irelia's sensitive flesh, her touch deliberate and unhurried. Irelia gasped, her body arching instinctively as LeBlanc's touch sent waves of pleasure coursing through her.

"You see?" LeBlanc said, her voice laced with triumph. "Your body is responding to me, despite your protests. You want this, Irelia. You want me to touch you, to claim you, to make you mine."

Irelia shook her head, tears stinging her eyes as she struggled against the tide of pleasure that threatened to overwhelm her. "No," she whispered, her voice breaking. "Please, don't do this."

But LeBlanc was relentless, her touch unyielding as she continued to explore Irelia's body, drawing out gasps and moans of pleasure that Irelia could not contain. The dark mage's eyes never left Irelia's face, her expression one of cold, calculated pleasure as she watched the girl squirm and writhe beneath her touch.

"You're mine now, Irelia," she said, her voice low and dangerous. "Mine to use as I see fit. And I will use you, again and again, until you learn to accept your place in this world."

Irelia's eyes fluttered closed, her body surrendering to the pleasure that LeBlanc's touch brought, even as her mind screamed in protest. She knew that she was lost, that she would never be free of LeBlanc's control.

LeBlanc's eyes glinted with a cruel, predatory light as she conjured her magic cock, the dark energy pulsing and throbbing with an eerie life of its own. Irelia's breath caught in her throat as she watched the phallus materialize, her heart pounding in her chest as she realized what was about to happen.

"Please," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Don't do this."

LeBlanc laughed, a cold, bitter sound that sent shivers down Irelia's spine. "Oh, Irelia," she said, her voice laced with amusement. "You know better than to beg. It only makes me want to hurt you more."

She positioned herself between Irelia's legs, the magic cock hovering tantalizingly close to her most intimate places. Irelia squirmed, trying to close her legs, but LeBlanc's grip was iron-tight, holding her in place with ease.

"Now, let's see how well you can take this," LeBlanc said, her voice low and dangerous. "I want to hear you scream."

With that, she thrust forward, the magic cock sliding into Irelia's body with a sudden, brutal force. Irelia cried out, her back arching off the table as the dark energy filled her, stretching her, invading every inch of her being.

LeBlanc began to move, her hips thrusting in a steady, relentless rhythm as she fucked Irelia with the magic cock. The dark mage's eyes never left Irelia's face, her expression one of cold, calculated pleasure as she watched the girl squirm and writhe beneath her.

"Oh, yes," LeBlanc purred, her voice low and dangerous. "You're so tight, Irelia. So perfect for me."

Irelia could only whimper in response, her body overwhelmed by the sensations that coursed through her. The magic cock was unlike anything she had ever experienced, its dark energy pulsing and throbbing inside her, drawing out gasps and moans of pleasure that she could not contain.

LeBlanc's thrusts grew harder, more brutal, as she fucked Irelia with increasing intensity. The table creaked and groaned beneath them, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh filling the room as LeBlanc took her pleasure from Irelia's body.

"Scream for me, Irelia," LeBlanc commanded, her voice laced with sadistic glee. "Let me hear how much you love this."

Irelia's mouth opened in a silent scream, her body convulsing as the pleasure became too much to bear. LeBlanc's magic cock was everywhere, filling her, consuming her, until there was nothing left but the dark mage and the pleasure she brought.

LeBlanc's eyes narrowed as she pulled her magic cock out of Irelia's dripping pussy, a cruel smile playing at the corners of her lips. "Why are you crying, Irelia?" she asked, her voice low and dangerous.

Irelia's breath hitched in her throat, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of her intense orgasm. "I-I'm not crying," she whispered, her voice hoarse and ragged. But even as she spoke, fresh tears spilled down her cheeks, betraying her words.

LeBlanc let out a harsh laugh, a sound that sent shivers down Irelia's spine. "Oh, Irelia," she said, her voice dripping with condescension. "You're a terrible liar. And for a whore, you're being far too dramatic."

She reached out, her fingers trailing over Irelia's tear-stained cheek, wiping away the moisture with a rough, calloused thumb. "But don't worry," LeBlanc purred, her voice low and menacing. "I'll give you a proper reason to cry."

Before Irelia could react, LeBlanc's magic cock was at her tight, virgin asshole, the dark energy pulsing and throbbing with an eerie life of its own. Irelia's eyes widened in horror as she realized what was about to happen, her body tensing in anticipation of the pain to come.

"No," she whimpered, her voice barely audible. "Please, not there. i havent c-cleaned it and i don't have a-any lube..."

But LeBlanc was relentless, her grip on Irelia's hips unyielding as she positioned the magic cock at Irelia's tight entrance. "Oh, but you can still take it" she said, her voice low and dangerous. "And you will."

With a brutal thrust, LeBlanc forced the magic cock into Irelia's asshole, the dark energy stretching and tearing at her delicate flesh as it pushed deeper and deeper inside. Irelia screamed, her body arching off the table as the pain ripped through her, hot and searing and all-consuming.

LeBlanc's eyes glinted with cruel pleasure as she watched Irelia writhe and struggle beneath her, the girl's agonized cries music to her ears. "That's it," she purred.

She began to move, her hips thrusting in a steady, relentless rhythm as she fucked Irelia's tight asshole with brutal force. The table creaked and groaned beneath them, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh filling the room as LeBlanc took her pleasure from Irelia's body.

Irelia could only sob and whimper, her body shaking with the force of LeBlanc's thrusts. The pain was unlike anything she had ever experienced, a searing, burning agony that seemed to split her in two. But even through the haze of pain, she could feel the dark energy of LeBlanc's magic cock pulsing and throbbing inside her, drawing out twisted, unwanted pleasure that only added to her torment.

"Oh, yes," LeBlanc gasped, her voice thick with sadistic glee.

She leaned in, her teeth grazing the sensitive skin of Irelia's neck as she pounded into her with increasing force. "This is what you were made for," she whispered, her breath hot against Irelia's ear. "To be used and abused, to be a plaything for my pleasure." Irelia could only whimper in response, her body surrendering to the pain and pleasure that consumed her.

LeBlanc's brutal assault on Irelia's asshole showed no signs of letting up, her hips slamming into the girl's body with a relentless, punishing force. Irelia could only sob and moan, her body shaking with the force of LeBlanc's thrusts, the pain ripping through her like a white-hot knife.

"Squeeze me, Irelia," LeBlanc commanded, her voice low and dangerous. "Squeeze my cock with your tight little asshole."

Irelia tried to comply, tried to clench her muscles around the dark energy that pulsed and throbbed inside her, but the pain was too great. "I-I can't," she whimpered, fresh tears spilling down her cheeks. "It hurts too much."

LeBlanc let out a harsh laugh, a sound that sent shivers down Irelia's spine. "Oh, Irelia," she said, her voice dripping with condescension. "You're a terrible whore. You need to learn to take your punishment like a good girl."

She increased the force of her thrusts, her hips slamming into Irelia's body with a brutal, punishing rhythm. The table creaked and groaned beneath them, the wood straining under the force of LeBlanc's relentless assault.

"Please," Irelia sobbed, her body shaking with the effort of trying to endure the pain. "Please, stop. I can't take anymore."

But LeBlanc was relentless, her eyes glinting with cruel, sadistic pleasure as she watched Irelia suffer. "You can, and you will," she growled, her voice low and menacing. "You belong to me now, Irelia. Your body, your mind, your very soul. And I will use you as I see fit."

With a final, brutal thrust, LeBlanc reached her peak, her magic cock erupting inside Irelia's tight asshole. The dark energy surged through Irelia's body, filling her, consuming her, as LeBlanc groaned in ecstasy above her.

The force of LeBlanc's climax was too much for the table to bear. With a resounding crack, the wood splintered beneath them, sending Irelia crashing to the floor in a tangle of broken furniture and agonized flesh.

LeBlanc, however, remained standing, her body perfectly poised above Irelia's form. She looked down at the girl, her expression one of cold, calculating satisfaction.

"Clean up this mess, Irelia," she commanded, her voice sharp and unforgiving. "And do it quickly. I have no patience for sloppiness."

Irelia could only whimper in response, her body aching and throbbing with pain as she struggled to push herself up off the floor. She knew that disobeying LeBlanc would only bring more suffering, more torment, and so she forced herself to move, to clean up the debris of LeBlanc's cruel assault.

Irelia limped out of the room, her naked body covered in bruises and marks from LeBlanc's brutal assault. She could feel the eyes of the other girls on her as she made her way through the hall, their whispers and giggles filling the air.

"Look at her, she looks like she's been through a war."

"LeBlanc really did a number on her this time."

"I heard she cried the whole time, like a little bitch."

Irelia's cheeks burned with humiliation as she listened to their taunts, her arms trembling with the effort of carrying the remnants of the broken table. She knew they were right, knew that LeBlanc had broken her in ways she never thought possible, but she couldn't let them see her break down.

She kept her head held high, her eyes fixed straight ahead as she made her way to the servant's quarters. She could feel their eyes boring into her, could hear their whispers growing louder and more cruel with every step.

"Look at her, limping like a cripple."

"She won't be able to walk straight for a week."

"LeBlanc really knows how to teach a girl a lesson."

Irelia gritted her teeth, fighting back the tears that threatened to fall. She wouldn't give them the satisfaction of seeing her cry, wouldn't let them know how much LeBlanc's cruelty had affected her.

But as she reached the door to the servant's quarters, she couldn't hold back the sob that tore from her throat. She stumbled inside, her knees giving way as she collapsed on the hard floor, the remnants of the broken table clattering around her.

The other girls' laughter followed her inside, their cruel taunts echoing in her ears as she curled into a ball on the cold, unforgiving ground.

"Look at her, crying like a baby."

"LeBlanc really knows how to break a girl."

"She'll never be the same again, poor thing."

Irelia squeezed her eyes shut, trying to block out their voices, trying to pretend that she was somewhere else, anywhere else but here. But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't escape the harsh reality of her situation.

She was LeBlanc's plaything now, her toy to use and abuse as she saw fit.

The next day, Irelia carried Breakfast to LeBlanc's Chambers

LeBlanc's eyes narrowed as she looked up from her breakfast tray, her gaze cold and calculating as it landed on Irelia. "Ahri," she said, her voice low and dangerous. "I thought I told you to replace that table yesterday. What's taking so long?"

Irelia's heart raced as she met LeBlanc's icy stare, her hands trembling slightly as she held the tray steady. "Ahri is not here, mistress," she said, her voice steady despite the fear that gripped her. "She's in Piltover, remember? I'm Irelia."

LeBlanc's lips curled into a sneer, her eyes never leaving Irelia's face. "Oh, that's right. I forgot. The new whore. The one who can't seem to do anything right."

Irelia's cheeks flushed with humiliation, her body tensing as LeBlanc's words cut through her like a knife. "I-I'm sorry, mistress," she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. "I ordered a new table yesterday. It should be arriving today."

LeBlanc let out a harsh, bitter laugh, her eyes glinting with cruel amusement. "Today? And what am I supposed to do in the meantime, Irelia? Eat off the floor like a dog?"

Irelia's mind raced as she tried to think of a response, her heart pounding in her chest as she realized the danger she was in. "I-I brought you breakfast on a tray, mistress," she said, her voice trembling slightly. "So that you don't have to get out of bed."

LeBlanc's eyes narrowed, her gaze never leaving Irelia's face. "A tray," she repeated, her voice low and dangerous. "How...thoughtful of you, Irelia."

Irelia's heart raced as she watched LeBlanc, her body tense and ready for whatever punishment the dark mage might inflict. But to her surprise, LeBlanc simply took a sip of her tea, her eyes never leaving Irelia's face.

"Well, I suppose it will have to do," she said, her voice cold and calculating. "But don't think for a moment that this means I'm satisfied with your performance, Irelia. You're still on thin ice, and one wrong move...well, let's just say that you won't like the consequences."

Irelia's breath caught in her throat, her mind racing as she tried to process LeBlanc's words. She knew that she had to be careful, that one wrong move could mean the end of her as LeBlanc's slave.

But as she watched LeBlanc eat her breakfast, her eyes never leaving the dark mage's face, she couldn't help but feel a small spark of hope. Maybe, just maybe, she could do this. Maybe she could keep serving LeBlanc, keep enduring her cruelty, until Ahri returned. And then, maybe, just maybe, she could find a way out of this nightmare.

LeBlanc's eyes narrowed as she looked up from her breakfast tray, her gaze cold and calculating as it landed on Irelia. "So, Irelia," she said, her voice low and dangerous. "What are my options today? What can you do to make this miserable experience more bearable for me?"

Irelia's heart raced as she met LeBlanc's icy stare, her mind racing as she tried to think of a response that would please the dark mage. "I-I can stay here with you, mistress," she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. "I can keep you company, massage your feet, whatever you need."

LeBlanc let out a harsh, bitter laugh, her eyes glinting with cruel amusement. "Stay with me? And what, bore me to death with your pathetic attempts at conversation? No, I think not."

Irelia's cheeks flushed with humiliation, her body tensing as LeBlanc's words cut through her like a knife. "I-I could draw you a hot bath, mistress," she offered, her voice trembling slightly. "Something to relax you, to help you forget about your troubles."

LeBlanc's lips curled into a sneer, her eyes never leaving Irelia's face. "A bath? How...original. And what makes you think I want to relax, Irelia? What makes you think I want to forget about my troubles?"

Irelia's mind raced as she tried to think of another option, her heart pounding in her chest as she realized the danger she was in. "I-I could call Sheriff Caitlyn from Piltover, mistress," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "You two could continue your negotiations, your...discussions."

LeBlanc's eyes widened slightly, her gaze sharpening as she looked at Irelia. "Caitlyn," she repeated, her voice low and dangerous. "You think I want to speak to that bitch?"

Irelia's breath caught in her throat, her mind racing as she tried to remember what LeBlanc had told her about Sheriff Caitlyn. "I-I'm sorry, mistress," she stammered, her voice trembling slightly. "I didn't mean to offend you. I just thought...I just thought you might want to talk to her, to...to work things out."

LeBlanc let out a harsh, bitter laugh, her eyes glinting with cruel amusement. "Work things out? With Caitlyn? Oh, Irelia. You really are a fool, aren't you?"

Irelia's cheeks flushed with humiliation, her body tensing as LeBlanc's words cut through her like a knife. "I-I'm sorry, mistress," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I didn't mean to upset you."

LeBlanc's eyes narrowed, her gaze never leaving Irelia's face. "You're not sorry, Irelia," she said, her voice low and dangerous. "You're just trying to please me, to make me happy. Well, let me tell you something. There's only one way to make me happy now, since you apparently suck at everything else"

Irelia's heart raced as she watched LeBlanc, her body tense and ready for whatever punishment the dark mage might inflict. But to her surprise, LeBlanc simply set her breakfast tray aside, her eyes never leaving Irelia's face.

"Come here," she said, her voice low and dangerous. "Come here and show me how sorry you really are." Irelia started to undress, knowing well what LeBlanc wanted

Irelia's cheeks burned with humiliation as she watched LeBlanc laugh, her eyes never leaving the dark mage's cruel face. "I didn't tell you to get naked, Irelia," LeBlanc said, her voice low and dangerous. "What made you think I wanted to see your pathetic, scrawny body?"

Irelia's breath caught in her throat, her mind racing as she tried to think of a response that would please the dark mage. "I-I thought...I thought you wanted me to please you, mistress," she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. "I thought...I thought that's what you wanted."

LeBlanc let out a harsh, bitter laugh, her eyes glinting with cruel amusement. "Well, at least you had a good idea at last, Almost completly yours"

LeBlanc's eyes narrowed, her gaze never leaving Irelia's face. "Service me? In what way, Irelia? By breaking more furniture?" Irelia could barely hold her anger, she didn't had any blame on that, it was all LeBlanc's fault.

Irelia's heart raced as she watched LeBlanc, her mind racing as she tried to think of a response that would please the dark mage. "I-I could try to be more careful, mistress," she offered, her voice trembling slightly. "I could...I could use the bed instead of the table. The bed is more sturdy, it won't break as easily."

LeBlanc let out a harsh, bitter laugh, her eyes glinting with cruel amusement. "The bed? Oh, Irelia. You really are desperate, aren't you? Desperate to please me, to make me happy."

LeBlanc's eyes narrowed, her gaze never leaving Irelia's face. "Well, let me tell you something, Irelia," she said, her voice low and dangerous. "You're going to please me by doing one thing and one thing only."

Irelia's heart raced as she watched LeBlanc, her mind racing as she tried to think of what the dark mage could possibly want from her. "W-what do you want me to do, mistress?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

LeBlanc's lips curled into a sneer, her eyes never leaving Irelia's face. "I want you to be my cock caretaker, Irelia," she said, her voice low and dangerous. "I want you to keep my cock wet, warm, and comfy all day. And I want you to make sure I cum multiple times. Understood?"

Irelia's cheeks burned with humiliation, her body tensing as she realized the implications of LeBlanc's words. "Y-yes, mistress," she whispered, her voice trembling slightly. "I understand."

LeBlanc's eyes narrowed, her gaze never leaving Irelia's face. "Good," she said, her voice low and dangerous. "Now get to work, Irelia. And don't you dare disappoint me."

LeBlanc conjured a magic cock, roughly shoved Irelia on to the bed. Irelia gasped as she felt LeBlanc's shaft, hard and ready, rubbing against her exposed wet folds. LeBlanc gave a cruel smile at the sight of her's submission.

"Just follow orders and you might have a chance to get used to this," she cooed, not easing the pressure of the stiff magic cock against her labia. "Curl your fingers around it...but don't tug," she commanded, handing it over to Irelia's trembling hands. She wanted to feel that burn inside her, needed her own release.

With reluctance, Irelia enclosed her fingers around LeBlanc's shaft and the tip of it sprang with an oozing blackness. LeBlanc pressed the tip firmly onto her clit and left it there, with pressure.

"Now squeeze that hard cock," she urged. "Squeeze harder and faster. This one can't get hurt like you can."

As her own arousal grew with her friction, Irelia continued to stroke it even though her fingers grew sweaty and sore from exertion. LeBlanc closed her eyes in satisfaction, enjoying her fingernails digging into the sides of her waist with every thrust.

With an irritated sigh, Irelia stopped jerking her off and flipped them over so that LeBlanc was on the bed underneath her. Irelia straddled the magic cock, ignoring how wet she was now feeling and how much her stomach twisted with need for pleasure.

She lowered herself slowly, feeling the smooth phallus slide between her swollen lips and past the barrier of her opening with little resistance. Once her tight walls were filled up completely, she felt no movement from LeBlanc but could sense she had fallen into a rhythm underneath her.

Irelia took a deep breath to brace herself before leaning over LeBlanc to turn up the heat even higher, grinding her hips while rising up and slamming down onto the throbbing length. LeBlanc threw her head back on the pillow, pleasure sweeping over her as her black nails dug into the girl's hips.

A shocked cry escaped Irelia as LeBlanc pinched her nipples viciously, twisting the tight buds between her thumb and index finger. With no time to recover from that stinging pain, a shock of pleasure ignited when LeBlanc lowered her mouth to lick around the sensitive pebble.

Irelia writhed and panted in LeBlanc's embrace, her neediness reaching a fevered peak as she rode out waves of ecstasy over LeBlanc's dildo-like cock. Their entwined bodies moved faster in rhythm, LeBlanc pushing up into Irelia's tight warmth until both of them lost track of time.

It had only been a couple minutes since they started their shared torment, but each hard thrust sent Irelia hurtling towards orgasm more rapidly than she wanted or was prepared for.

Tensing up, LeBlanc's hips ground with frantic need. At that moment, all concern about her own feelings for Irelia went up in smoke. In truth, she was struggling as well, her thighs tense from holding back release with sheer willpower. Each penetration was like striking against stone, the hot shaft pumping in and out rapidly with no mercy or concession.

Irelia went still, her moans silenced as a warning knot formed in the pit of her stomach, knowing her climax was rapidly approaching.

"Don't come until I tell you!" LeBlanc shouted sternly, her hand forming into a fist.

Even in her haze, she realized that LeBlanc wasn't going to relent anytime soon. Every pass over her clit wound the coil tighter. Tightening her abdominals to hold back, LeBlanc felt sweat soak her hair and coat her skin.

Irelia's body trembled as she felt the intense pleasure building inside her, her hips moving faster and faster as she rode LeBlanc's magic cock. She could feel her orgasm approaching, her walls clenching around the hard shaft as it thrust in and out of her.

"Don't come until I tell you!" LeBlanc shouted sternly, her hand forming into a fist.

But it was too late. With a loud cry, Irelia's body convulsed as her orgasm crashed over her, her walls clamping down around LeBlanc's cock as she rode out the waves of pleasure.

LeBlanc groaned as she felt Irelia's tight pussy milking her cock, her own orgasm building inside her. With a final thrust, she came hard, her cock pulsing as it shot its load deep inside Irelia's pussy.

Irelia collapsed on top of LeBlanc, her body still trembling from the intensity of her orgasm. She could feel LeBlanc's cum leaking out of her, coating her thighs.

But as she started to move off of LeBlanc, the dark mage grabbed her wrist, her eyes narrowing. "Where do you think you're going?" she demanded.

Irelia's heart raced as she looked down at LeBlanc, her mind racing. "I-I thought I was done, mistress," she stammered, her voice trembling slightly. "I thought...I thought you were done with me."

LeBlanc let out a harsh, bitter laugh, her eyes glinting with cruel amusement. "Done with you? Oh, Irelia. You really are a fool, aren't you? You're my cock caretaker, remember? You have to keep my cock warm and wet all day."

Irelia's cheeks flushed with humiliation, her body tensing as she realized the implications of LeBlanc's words. "B-but...but I just came, mistress," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I can't...I can't keep going."

LeBlanc's eyes narrowed, her gaze never leaving Irelia's face. "You can and you will, Irelia," she said, her voice low and dangerous. "Or else there will be consequences. Understood?"

Irelia's heart raced as she watched LeBlanc, her mind racing as she tried to think of a response that would please the dark mage. "Y-yes, mistress," she whispered, her voice trembling slightly. "I understand."

LeBlanc's lips curled into a sneer, her eyes never leaving Irelia's face. "Good," she said, her voice low and dangerous. "Now get back to work, Irelia. And don't you dare disappoint me."

Irelia's heart raced as she felt LeBlanc's magic cock still hard and throbbing inside her, her body already aching from the intense pleasure and the knowledge that she had to keep going all day. But she knew that she had no choice. She had to please LeBlanc, no matter what it took.

With a deep breath, she started to move her hips again, her walls clenching around LeBlanc's cock as she began to ride her once more.

Irelia's body ached from the constant friction of LeBlanc's magic cock, her pussy and ass sore and raw. She had been riding LeBlanc for hours now, her body trembling with exhaustion as she tried to keep going.

But her body was reaching its limits. Her mouth was dry, her throat parched from the constant moaning and screaming. She had not had any food all day, LeBlanc not giving her any permission to stop.

As Irelia's hips moved slower and slower, her body growing weaker by the minute, LeBlanc's eyes narrowed. "What's the matter, Irelia?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "Getting tired already?"

Irelia's heart raced as she looked down at LeBlanc, her mind racing as she tried to think of a response that would please the dark mage. "I-I'm sorry, mistress," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I'm just...I'm just so tired. I haven't had any food or water all day."

LeBlanc's lips curled into a sneer, her eyes glinting with cruel amusement. "Poor thing," she cooed, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Are you asking for a break, Irelia? Are you asking me to let you stop?"

Irelia's cheeks flushed with humiliation, her body tensing as she realized the implications of LeBlanc's words. "I-I...I don't know, mistress," she stammered, her voice trembling slightly. "I just...I just need a little break. Just a few minutes to rest and get something to eat and drink."

LeBlanc let out a harsh, bitter laugh, her eyes never leaving Irelia's face. "A break?" she repeated, her voice low and dangerous. "You want a break after just a few hours? Oh, Irelia. You really are a pathetic little whore, aren't you?"

Irelia's heart raced as she watched LeBlanc, her mind racing as she tried to think of a response that would please the dark mage. "I-I'm sorry, mistress," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I just...I just need a little rest."

LeBlanc's eyes narrowed, her gaze never leaving Irelia's face. "No," she said, her voice low and dangerous. "No breaks. No food. No water. You will keep going until I tell you to stop. Understood?"

Irelia's heart sank as she realized the gravity of the situation, her body aching and exhausted. But she knew that she had no choice. She had to please LeBlanc, no matter what it took.

With a deep breath, she started to move her hips again, her walls clenching around LeBlanc's cock as she began to ride her once more. But her body was reaching its limits, her exhaustion and hunger taking their toll.

As she rode LeBlanc, her mind began to wander, her thoughts growing hazy and confused. She could feel herself slipping away, her consciousness fading as her body continued to move on autopilot.

LeBlanc's fingers dug into Irelia's breasts, pinching her nipples hard as she thrust her hips up, burying her magic cock deeper into Irelia's sore pussy. "Don't you dare phase out on me, whore," she hissed, her voice low and dangerous. "Keep moving those hips. Keep taking my cock like the pathetic little slut you are."

Irelia's mind was hazy, her body moving on autopilot as she continued to ride LeBlanc, her pussy aching and raw from the constant friction. She could feel LeBlanc's fingers digging into her skin, her nails leaving angry red marks on her breasts.

But despite her exhaustion and pain, Irelia kept going, her hips moving in a slow, steady rhythm as she rode LeBlanc's cock. She could feel LeBlanc's stamina was seemingly unending, her thrusts as strong and powerful as they had been hours ago.

As Irelia's mind began to drift again, LeBlanc pinched her nipples harder, sending a jolt of pain through her body. "Stay with me, whore," she commanded, her voice cold and cruel. "Don't you dare pass out on me. I'm not done with you yet."

Irelia's body trembled as she fought to stay conscious, her hips moving slower and slower as her exhaustion grew. But she knew that she had to keep going, had to please LeBlanc no matter what. She could feel herself slipping away, her consciousness fading as her body continued to move on autopilot.

But every time she began to drift too far, LeBlanc would pinch her nipples or slap her ass, bringing her back to the present moment. And so Irelia kept going, her body aching and exhausted, her mind hazy and confused.

And all the while, LeBlanc watched her with cold, calculating eyes, her cruel smile never leaving her face. She was enjoying every moment of Irelia's suffering, reveling in her power over the young woman.

Irelia's body was weak and trembling as LeBlanc pulled her magic cock out of her sore, aching pussy. She was barely conscious, her mind hazy and confused as she tried to process what was happening.

But suddenly, LeBlanc grabbed her by the hips and flipped her over onto her stomach. Before Irelia could react, LeBlanc was pushing her magic cock into her asshole.

Irelia screamed in pain as LeBlanc's cock stretched her asshole, her body tensing up as she tried to push the intruder out. But LeBlanc was relentless, thrusting her hips forward and burying her cock deep inside Irelia's ass.

"Oh, you're so tight," LeBlanc groaned, her voice dripping with pleasure. "I'm going to enjoy fucking this ass."

Irelia's mind was hazy, her body overwhelmed with pain and exhaustion as LeBlanc continued to pound into her ass. She could feel her asshole stretching wider and wider, the pain almost unbearable.

But despite her pain, Irelia knew that she had no choice. She had to please LeBlanc, no matter what. So she gritted her teeth and tried to endure the pain, her body shaking with every thrust.

LeBlanc's hips moved faster and faster, her cock sliding in and out of Irelia's ass with ease. Irelia could feel her asshole stretching wider and wider, the pain growing more intense with each thrust.

But as LeBlanc's thrusts grew more forceful, Irelia began to feel a strange sensation building inside her. Despite the pain, she could feel her body beginning to respond to LeBlanc's touch.

Her nipples hardened, her clit throbbing with need. She could feel herself getting wet, her pussy aching for attention.

And as LeBlanc's cock continued to pound into her ass, Irelia could feel her orgasm building. Her body tensed, her muscles clenching around LeBlanc's cock as she rode the wave of pleasure.

With a final thrust, LeBlanc came hard, her cock pulsing as it shot its load deep into Irelia's ass. Irelia screamed in pleasure, her own orgasm crashing over her as she rode out the waves of ecstasy.

When Irelia regained consciousness, she found herself in a dimly lit room, her body aching and sore. She blinked several times, trying to get her bearings, and then realized that she was still in LeBlanc's bed.

And she was still being fucked by LeBlanc.

LeBlanc's magic cock was buried deep inside Irelia's ass, thrusting in and out with a steady rhythm. Irelia could feel her asshole stretching and contracting around the hard shaft, the pain almost unbearable.

She tried to move, to push LeBlanc away, but her body was weak and exhausted. She could barely even lift her head off the pillow.

"Ah, you're finally awake," LeBlanc purred, her voice low and seductive. "I was beginning to think you were going to sleep through the entire thing."

Irelia tried to speak, to ask LeBlanc what she was doing, but all that came out was a weak moan. Her throat was dry and parched, her mouth feeling like cotton.

LeBlanc leaned down, her breath hot against Irelia's ear. "Don't worry, pet," she whispered. "We're almost done. Just a little bit longer."

Irelia's eyes widened in horror as she realized what LeBlanc meant. She had been unconscious for hours, and LeBlanc had continued to fuck her without pause.

As LeBlanc's thrusts grew faster and more forceful, Irelia could feel her body beginning to respond again. Despite her exhaustion and pain, she could feel her clit throbbing with need, her pussy aching to be filled.

She tried to fight it, to resist the pleasure that LeBlanc was forcing on her, but it was no use. Her body betrayed her, her hips moving in time with LeBlanc's thrusts as she rode out another orgasm.

As LeBlanc pulled out of her ass, Irelia collapsed onto the bed, her body shaking with exhaustion and pleasure. She could feel LeBlanc's cum leaking out of her ass, coating her thighs.

LeBlanc smiled down at Irelia, her eyes glinting with satisfaction. "There now, that wasn't so bad, was it?" she purred. "In fact, I think you quite enjoyed it."

Irelia didn't respond, her body too weak and exhausted to do anything but lie there. She closed her eyes, trying to block out the pain and humiliation, trying to forget what had happened.

LeBlanc's eyes narrowed as she looked down at Irelia, her voice cold and mocking. "You couldn't even handle a simple pounding?" she sneered. "Your only duty of the day was to be my cocksleeve, and you spent the afternoon unconscious? Pathetic."

Irelia's cheeks flushed with humiliation, her body aching and sore as she tried to push herself up off the bed. But her limbs felt like lead, her muscles weak and trembling.

"Tomorrow, you will do better," LeBlanc commanded, her voice leaving no room for argument. "And for that, I hope you are ready."

Irelia's heart sank as she realized what LeBlanc meant. She would have to endure this again, would have to be LeBlanc's plaything for another day.

But as she tried to respond, LeBlanc held up a hand, silencing her. "Enough," she said, her voice cold and dismissive. "You may leave my chambers now. I have no further use for you tonight."

Irelia's heart raced as she stumbled out of LeBlanc's bed, her body aching and exhausted. She could feel LeBlanc's cum still leaking out of her ass, coating her thighs.

As she made her way out of LeBlanc's chambers, Irelia couldn't help but feel a sense of dread. Tomorrow would be another day of torment, another day of being used and abused by LeBlanc.

Ahri returned to the château, her heart heavy with the knowledge of what awaited her. She had been gone for a week, sent on a mission by LeBlanc to test her loyalty and obedience.

And now, she was back, with a new captive in tow. Jinx, the loose cannon, the terror of Piltover, was handcuffed and in chains, her eyes blazing with defiance as Ahri led her into the château.

As they entered the grand hall, LeBlanc was waiting for them, her eyes glinting with satisfaction as she took in the sight of Jinx. "Ah, Ahri," she purred, her voice dripping with mock affection. "I see you've returned. And with a little present for me, I might add."

Ahri bowed her head, her eyes darting to Irelia, who was standing in the corner, looking like she had been through hell. Her clothes were tattered, her body bruised and battered, her eyes haunted.

"Ahri, you've done well," LeBlanc continued, her gaze never leaving Jinx. "Caitlyn and I have come to an arrangement. She owes me now, and I have no doubt that she will honor her debt."

Jinx scoffed, her eyes narrowing as she looked at LeBlanc. "Who the fuck are you?" she demanded, her voice laced with venom. "And what the hell do you think you're going to do with me?"

LeBlanc's lips curled into a cruel smile, her eyes glinting with malice. "I am LeBlanc," she said, her voice low and dangerous. "And as for what I'm going to do with you...well, let's just say that you're going to be my new plaything."

Jinx's eyes widened in horror as she realized what LeBlanc meant. "You're going to fuck me?" she spat, her voice laced with disgust. "You're going to fucking rape me?"

LeBlanc laughed, a cold, harsh sound that sent shivers down Ahri's spine. "Oh, Jinx," she purred, her voice dripping with mock sympathy. "You really are a naive little thing, aren't you? This isn't about rape. This is about power. About control. About owning you, body and soul."

Jinx's eyes blazed with fury, her body tensing as she struggled against her chains. "I'll never submit to you," she snarled, her voice low and dangerous. "I'll never be your fucking plaything."

LeBlanc's smile widened, her eyes glinting with cruel amusement. "We'll see about that," she said, her voice soft and seductive. "But for now, let's just say that you have a lot to learn. And I'm going to enjoy teaching you."

Ahri approached Irelia, her heart heavy with sympathy for the young woman. She could see the toll that the past week had taken on her, the bruises and cuts that marred her skin, the haunted look in her eyes.

"I did a good job, didn't I?" Irelia whispered, her voice barely audible. "I did what LeBlanc asked of me."

Ahri nodded, her eyes soft with understanding. "You did," she said, her voice gentle. "And for that, you deserve a rest. LeBlanc has agreed to let you have the full week off. You can recover, regain your strength."

Irelia's eyes widened in surprise, a flicker of hope shining through the despair. "A week off?" she repeated, her voice trembling slightly. "Really?"

Ahri nodded again, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips. "Really," she confirmed. "And after that, you can return to your normal duties. Attending to the clients, keeping the château running smoothly."

Irelia's shoulders slumped in relief, her body sagging as the tension drained out of her. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice choked with emotion. "Thank you, Ahri."

Ahri reached out, placing a gentle hand on Irelia's shoulder. "You don't have to thank me," she said, her voice soft. "I'm just glad that you can have a little break. You deserve it, after everything you've been through."

Irelia nodded, her eyes shining with unshed tears. "I do," she agreed, her voice barely above a whisper. "I really do."

As Ahri turned to leave, she couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt. She knew that Irelia's rest would be short-lived, that she would have to return to her duties all too soon.

But for now, at least, she could have a little peace. A little respite from the horrors of the château.

Ahri entered LeBlanc's chambers, her heart heavy with trepidation. She could see Jinx lying on the bed, completely wrapped up in chains, her body trembling as multiple vibrators buzzed inside her holes.

LeBlanc was standing over her, a cruel smile playing at the corners of her lips. "Just a warmup," she purred, her eyes glinting with malice. "Jinx has a lot to learn, and I'm going to enjoy teaching her."

Ahri's stomach churned as she watched LeBlanc, her mind racing with thoughts of Irelia. She had been so relieved to hear that the young woman would have a week off, but now, she couldn't help but wonder if it was just a cruel trick.

As if reading her thoughts, LeBlanc turned to Ahri, her eyes narrowing. "I must say, I'm impressed with Irelia," she said, her voice low and dangerous. "I didn't think she would last more than a couple of days under my service. But she proved me wrong. She's stronger than I gave her credit for."

Ahri's heart trembled as she listened to LeBlanc, her mind racing with questions. Was LeBlanc going to replace her with Irelia? Was she going to be cast aside, discarded like a used toy?

She took a deep breath, steeling herself for the worst. "Are you going to be replacing me then?" she asked, her voice steady despite the fear that coursed through her veins.

LeBlanc laughed, a cold, harsh sound that sent shivers down Ahri's spine. "Replace you?" she repeated, her eyes glinting with cruel amusement. "Oh, Ahri. You really do amuse me sometimes. No, I'm not going to be replacing you. In fact, you passed the test."

Ahri's eyes widened in surprise, her heart pounding in her chest. "The test?" she repeated, her voice barely above a whisper. "what does bringing this bitch to you tested?."

LeBlanc shook her head, her lips curling into a sneer. "No, Ahri," she said, her voice low and dangerous. "The test was never about bringing Jinx to me. The test was about loyalty. About obedience. About proving that you were willing to do whatever it takes to keep your place."

Ahri is dumbfounded "I don't Understand what you mean, Madam" But LeBlanc only smirks and laughs. "You betrayed Irelia, my dear, you choose her to teach her a lesson, and the best part, is that she still considers you a friend" Leblanc replies.

Ahri's eyes widened as she listened to LeBlanc, her heart racing as the truth of her words sank in. "No," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "No, that's not true. I didn't...I didn't choose Irelia for that reason."

LeBlanc turned to face Ahri, her eyes glinting with cruel amusement. "Oh, but you did," she purred, her voice low and dangerous. "You chose Irelia because she was the biggest threat to you. The one with the most clients, the most friends among the other girls. The most competent, the most well-liked."

Ahri's breath caught in her throat as LeBlanc spoke, her mind racing as she tried to deny the truth of her words. But deep down, she knew that LeBlanc was right.

"Irelia was a threat to you," LeBlanc continued, her voice soft and seductive. "And you took the opportunity to teach her a lesson. To show her what happens when she dares to challenge you. To make sure that she never wants to take your place again."

Ahri's heart pounded in her chest as she listened to LeBlanc, her mind reeling with the implications of her words. She had chosen Irelia as her replacement not because she was the best choice for the job, but because she was a threat to Ahri's position.

And now, LeBlanc knew the truth. She knew that Ahri had been using Irelia, manipulating her for her own gain.

But as she looked into LeBlanc's eyes, Ahri saw something else there. Something that looked almost like...admiration?

Ahri's breath caught in her throat as LeBlanc reached out, running a finger along her jawline. "You're a clever one, Ahri," she purred, her voice soft and seductive. "You've managed to keep your position, to secure your power. And you did it all while pretending to be Irelia's friend."

Ahri's heart raced as LeBlanc's words sank in, a slow smile spreading across her face. "It's true," she whispered, her voice barely above a breath. "I did it all for me. For my own gain."

LeBlanc's smile widened, her eyes glinting with approval. "And nobody will want take your place now," she said, her voice low and dangerous. "Not Irelia. Not anyone."

Ahri's heart swelled with pride as she embraced LeBlanc from behind, her body pressing against the other woman's as she whispered in her ear. "Nobody will ever take my place," she agreed, her voice filled with confidence and power. "I am the true queen of this château. And I always will be."