Divine Retribution

Kayle had long harbored a resentment for her sister, despite her honorable and just nature, she could never shake it. Morgana had forsaken the path her family had taken for peace, and rekindled the flames of war, all on a whim. Because she was too proud to give it up for the greater good, she doomed their world to more war and more conflict, with no end in sight. Kayle's feelings never saw the light of day, though, she was too careful, she never let herself spend too much time around her sister. The most trying hours were when they would stay in parallel dayrooms, when matches were happening in regular intervals and they were constantly summoned to the rift.
The tipping point came when Kayle returned, exhausted to her day room to find Morg lazing about on her bed, things strewn about, Kayle's rage flared when she realized what exactly Morg had done in the short time since she had arrived. Screaming, Kayle's body flooded with ancient power as she imbued herself with all the gifts of her holy order, her armor casting itself aside of it's own accord as a mighty, holy erection rose up from her crotch.
Morgana's mouth was agape, as she stared petrified at Kayle, now a few feet taller, and definitely stronger than her, brandishing her rod, which not only appeared to be too large, but seemed to have a faint glow to it. Lifting Morg with a single hand, she shoved the barely dressed woman onto her knees as she tore her skirt off, immediately burying her holy length into the woman's surprisingly tight hole, Morgana gasping in pain as the huge organ stretched her apart, before her face contorted into an enraged sneer. "YOU THINK I'M JUST GOING TO LE-" she began, shouting, before Kayle interrupted her with a single powerful thrust. Throwing her train of thought of the track with just that single motion, Kayle began thrusting in and out of her unwilling hole slowly gaining speed. It was only a few minutes before the slapping noises of Kayle fucking her sister silly filled the room, and were audible out in the hallway. Despite her resistance, and her mental fortitude, Morg could feel the wetness from her mound, sliding down her thighs, she could hear her own moans as her body accepted the woman, her moans getting even louder as she realized that she really did like this violent, dominant Kayle more than the passive and just sister she had always known. This euphoria she was experiencing was unmatched by anything else, if she wasn't careful she would be addicted to her sister's cock.

Kayle fumed inside as she thrusted away mindlessly, how DARE Morgana eat her pudding cup, it was all she was looking forward to, during the last match on the rift.