100T v GRX - LeBlanc v Lissandra

The match was well fought, both sides had tried their absolute hardest to push the other to the edge. In the end, though, LeBlanc's tricks and sheer cunning would prove too much for Lissandra to handle. Even after the match, the Noxian had provided no more than a arrogant smirk before leaving the debriefing room. This made the ice mage absolutely furious, how could she have been disrespected like that?! It seemed some sweet revenge would be in order...

Later that night, Emilia LeBlanc returned to her quarters in the Noxian wing of the Institute after a long day of games, satisfied with her performance. The room was dark, candles igniting in one corner with a wave of the Deceiver's hand, revealing a rather large room, each wall decorated rather well, with paintings and mirrors with filling up most of the empty space, alongside bookshelves stocked up with reading material -- giving it a rather baronial atmosphere. LeBlanc liked it, and she'd shut the door as she made her way over to her bed, except for some strange reason, it seemed her legs simply wouldn't obey her commands. She'd look down, and suddenly she noticed that her room seemed colder than usual... perhaps it was something to do with the ice that her lower legs had been encased in ice.

Lissandra sauntered out of the darkened adjacent closet, stripped of her regular, armoured getup. Instead, the woman wore nothing, leaving her pale, icy body bare for the world to see. She returned the smirk that was given to her previously, a spiteful glare showcasing her anger towards the Deceiver. Emilia, meanwhile, took her time to look the other woman's body up and down without showing any sort of expression, leaving the Freljordian rather perplexed at the lack of reaction. Finally, Emilia would speak, her coyness still extremely apparent in her tone, "I assume you didn't take your loss today very well? Nobody likes a sore loser~"

"Silence!" Lissandra practically screamed out, only collecting herself moments later as she realized LeBlanc was at her mercy. She would step forward and examine her prize, though to her surprise, she was awarded some help in doing so. With a sigh, the Deceiver's clothes would vanish into thin air, leaving both women free to watch each other in all their glory. LeBlanc shrugged at seeing Lissandra's confused expression, supposing she should afford some sort of explanation, "I thought I'd give you some assistance, you'll probably need it for what I think you're trying to do."

"We'll see about that," was the simple reply. The ice would melt into nothingness, as Lissandra pushed herself against Emilia, pinning the Noxian against the wall behind her. The Freljordian's hand moved down and rubbed up against her counterpart's lower folds, feeling the same wetness that she felt coming from her own pussy. Oh yes, she was going to make LeBlanc scream her name that night... Two fingers made their way into the Noxian's folds, eliciting a rather emphatic moan, partly to encourage Lissandra to carry on -- she was obviously quite pent up. Luckily for her, it worked, evident as Lissandra added a third finger into the mix, and began a quick, unmediated pace, while her free hand was left to wander the other's body, eventually settling on squeezing and playing with Emilia's generous, soft breasts.

More moans followed as Emilia would slowly guide the two over to the bed in the far corner of the room, a small bit of control yielded by Lissandra unwittingly, seeing as the woman was already rather preoccupied with finger fucking Emilia. Once they managed their way across the room, though, the Lissandra would once again assert further dominance over Emilia -- whether by surprise or simply conceded by the Noxian -- as she shoved her partner onto the soft sheets below them, and promptly got on top. Almost instantly, Emilia found her vision obscured by Lissandra's pussy lips, which she began dutifully licking without need for any further prompting. She knew her place, as temporary as she was sure it would be, and she would follow her script for now. The ice mage, meanwhile, was far beyond being just horny, in fact, she couldn't even remember the last time she had such a desperate need to climax, and her dripping folds would seem to agree.

Now, Emilia's expert tongue would waste no time in pushing Lissandra close towards the edge, though for some reason it was never enough to fully shove the Ice Witch over into the bliss that she craved so very much. Of course, Emilia was doing this on purpose, and after a few more minutes, along with several more instances of being nudged to right before the point of no return, Lissandra was getting extraordinarily sexually frustrated, much to the Deceiver's own sadistic amusement.

"Why must you do this?!" bellowed a reasonably angered Lissandra, as she pushed her thick thighs together around Emilia's head even more.

The response was quick, as the Noxian wouldn't hesitate in capitalizing on the distraught state of her opponent. A swift movement saw Emilia ripping herself out from underneath Lissandra, resulting in the Deceiver now having the upper hand. She'd watch her partner squirm in an attempt to escape, perhaps to regain control -- a futile endeavor, unfortunately, as golden chains extended from the walls on each side of the two, each taking their place wrapped around the Freljordian's arms, leaving her spread eagle and at the mercy of Emilia.

Of course, the first order of business was to embarrass her partner further, which the Deceiver was happy to do by leaning down over Lissandra and giving the woman a long, drawn out kiss, as well as a taste of her own medicine, quite literally in fact as the Ice Witch was smothered in her own arousal that just moments ago coated Emilia's face. Laughter would escape from the Noxian's lips as she examined her work, fingers dancing over the other woman's folds as she thought about all the things she could do. None seemed as appealing as gaining fulfillment from the same methods Lissandra had just failed with. As such, Emilia would quickly lower her own pussy onto her opponent's face, and while Lissandra was careless enough to leave enough room to breathe, she wouldn't be afforded the same luxury... perhaps an incentive to do her best in pleasing her new Mistress. A sly chuckle would be given by Emilia as she finally spoke, "Your performance was insulting, consider this your punishment."

Now, the Ice Witch was getting more and more frustrated by the second, she very nearly would've tried to strike out against her partner, if only the Institute didn't have strict rules forbidding such acts of violence. For now, it appeared that she had no choice but to obey LeBlanc's commands, and hope that she would be given a chance to climax herself after all was through. And so she quickly got to work, pushing her tongue into Emilia's folds and licking fervently, trying her best despite being inexperienced compared to her partner. A few minutes of constant licking later -- Emilia made sure to allow for several moments of air every now and again -- the Deceiver's moans would reach fever pitch, lewd noises filling the room as she would happily release her sweet nectar all over Lissandra's face, though much of it would spill over onto the sheets around them.

Victorious once again, Emilia would stand now, overlooking her handiwork as small volumes of remaining juices continued dripping onto her rather thoroughly defeated opponent. Perhaps she would've given Lissandra the opportunity to climax as well, if the woman hadn't fainted right afterwards. For now, Emilia would debate over what she should do with her new prize. Keep her? Or perhaps leave her outside naked? She chuckled at the possibilities. One thing was for certain, however, this wouldn't be the last time they faced each other off the rift.

A/N: Hi! This is my first actual, proper smut fic that's been released to the public, so I might not be able to meet expectation. I'll be trying to improve in the future, and I'll probably have a couple more out before Worlds is through, so I hope you guys enjoy nonetheless ^^