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G2 v iG - LeBlanc v Irelia

A/N: This one takes place in canon League verse -- the one without the Institute. Because I wanted it to, I guess.

It was a night like many nights, the Captain of the Ionian Guard would return to her quarters in the barracks after some time off to herself. It was a large structure -- built in regular Ionian fashion -- not much, but to Irelia it was home, and that was good enough for her. For now, she had the entire building to herself, as most of the guards who were usually around had not yet returned from training.

She made her way to her room at the top of the building, entering through a door at the end of the hallway where she had a medium sized room. Not bothering to light any lamps, the Ionian would strew her bags near the door and proceed to flop onto her back on the bed, quite exhausted. So exhausted in fact that she would barely notice chains rising from the sides of her bed and rapidly wrapping around her wrists and ankles. She'd struggle, futilely, as purple smoke began to form beside the mattress. She tried to scream for help, but it seemed nobody was around to hear her pleas.

"Save your effort," said the Deceiver as she formed into existence as the smoke dissipated into thin air, leaving the two women alone in the dark. Irelia would stop her throes now, seeing that her bindings were only tightening as she struggled. Instead, she tried to recall her blades from a rack hanging near the door, but that didn't seem to work either, much to the amusement of her captor. Without another word, the chains would lift Irelia up as LeBlanc snapped her fingers -- a glowing portal forming behind her at the command. The Noxian turned and made her way through the passage, a floating Irelia only a short distance behind her.

On the other end of the portal was a dim chamber lit with purple flamed torches lining the stone walls. There was no door, and the floor and ceiling were both made out of smooth, solid stone. It was impossible to tell if they were even still in Ionia. Now, Irelia would take a better look at her surroundings as LeBlanc's chains would flip her into an upright position. It was barren, save for some wall mounted handcuffs in one corner, and a rather plush canopy bed in the other. The portal would close, and the chains around Irelia's feet would vanish, to allow LeBlanc to drop the Ionian on her feet.

"What do you want?" said a still very tired Irelia, figuring that whatever this strange sorceress wanted of her, it would probably be best to get it all over with as quickly as possible. 

The Noxian only smirked and let go of her scepter, the rod standing upright with the help of some unseen force, as its gems began to glow a light shade of purple. "Well, this will all take some explaining, of course, but I suppose I could summarise it for you. I want your cooperation. I'm not asking for it, and you'd be wise to remember that I could make this as painless or painful as you allow me to."

Irelia raised an eyebrow at that, fearing slightly about what she had just been dragged into, but not showing the slightest bit of it. She stood straight, adrenaline now taking over from her sleepy state just minutes ago. LeBlanc would shrug, even as the Ionian glared at her, going over and placing one hand over one of Irelia's buttcheeks, giving it a nice grope. It was even fuller than she had previously assumed, LeBlanc thought. Meanwhile, a part of Irelia wanted to retaliate, perhaps even slam her captor with her side... but instead, she moaned. A confused expression would spread across her features as she turned her head to look at LeBlanc.

"My own concoction," Evaine gestured to the scepter that now glowed slightly brighter, "I thought you might've needed some... encouragement."

"Let me go," Irelia said simply, just barely able to avoid stammering in her speech.

"Oh come on now, the alternative would be a night with Jericho Swain. Certainly you wouldn't prefer that, now would you, girl?"

Irelia would be left speechless, indeed preferring to stay as far away as possible from anything to do with the Noxian Grand General. Perhaps just entertaining this woman for the night would be good enough for Noxus to leave her alone.

Good, LeBlanc thought, grabbing onto Irelia's other butt and giving it the same treatment before using both hands to rip the Ionian's tight pants right down the middle, exposing her ass and womanhood to the cold air. Another long moan would be elicited as LeBlanc laid a finger against the length of the pussy, only removing it to lick off Irelia's arousal. Her aphrodisiac seemed to be working perfectly.

She'd make quick work of Irelia's remaining clothes, having them disappear with a quick snap of her fingers. She would take some time to step back and examine the exquisite body before her, before removing her own clothes with another snap. LeBlanc needed release, as even though she didn't show it, her aphrodisiac was doing work on the her too. She smiled, teasingly, "Kneel, girl, I would think that I don't need to give you any further instruction."

Irelia nodded, reluctantly getting down on both knees and scooting forward until she was directly underneath LeBlanc. She began to slowly lick the woman's pussy, beginning to feel rather humiliated at being so easily coaxed into this position by a Noxian of all people. Evaine seemed to be enjoying herself, though, one hand groping her own breast and the other pushing Irelia's face into her own folds. She groaned out loudly, screaming, "Oh yes! Worship me like all you filthy Ionians should!"

The smell of Evaine's sex was intoxicating, though, and coupled with the chemicals in the air, Irelia found herself speeding up her ministrations gradually over some time. It wouldn't be too long until LeBlanc was nearly over the edge, her lewd moans getting louder and more drawn out with time. Finally, she grabs the Ionian's head and shoved it harder against her pussy, grinding against it forcefully as she came. 

After her recovery, though, she'd shove Irelia back, laughing at the Ionian's juice soaked face, "you know, you should be honoured to receive my blessing... most would~"

Irelia merely grunted as she licked her lips dry, before defiantly glancing back up at Evaine. The Noxian continued, "Hm... I could have you eat me out all night, though I'm afraid you haven't earned this privilege. Not tonight, at least."

She shrugged again, ethereal chains dragging her captive towards the cuffs on the opposite side of the wall, before the restraints clasped shut around the woman's wrists, allowing the magical bindings to dissipate now. Evaine chuckled, deliberating if she should allow Irelia some rest. She eventually decides against this, of course, no filthy Ionian should deserve such a luxury while under the Matron's care. A long, thick, black phallus shaped object would appear in Evaine's hand, and she would make her way to Irelia, leaning down and giving her exposed pussy a long lick before pushing the dildo inside. It seemed thick enough to stop itself from sliding out.

With a final snap of her fingers, LeBlanc would cause the faux cock to begin vibrating at a moderate frequency, which was already enough to send Irelia into a moaning frenzy. Perfect, thought Evaine, the Ionian's conditioning shouldn't take too long after all. Giving her captive a seductive wink and a wave now, Evaine would take her leave, disappearing into a puff of purple smoke as quickly as she had arrived in the beginning. Her scepter would follow soon after, though the aphrodisiac would remain in the enclosed room for quite some time afterwards, leaving Irelia with countless orgasms through the night.