It's time for another League of Legends fanfic after a long break! This one involves Morgana and Kayle so I hope you guys enjoy it. This also has some sexually explicit stuff in addition to enf so for people wanting to avoid that, consider this a fair warning.
Sister Rivalry
The last thing Morgana expected when she woke up in the evening was a text from her sister. Ever since the first time she declared her independence and condemned the actions of her people, Morgana’s sister, Kayle, publically distanced herself from Morgana, something she never forgave her self-righteous sister for. Both sisters were part of a race of angels, an immortal race that believed in maintaining order and peace throughout the realm, vanquishing those they deemed “evil” and were beyond redemption. However, some angels, like Morgana, believed those attitudes to be totalitarian and oppressive. These conflicting viewpoints grew so strong that it eventually led to war between the two different camps, one for order and justice and the other for strength and independence. For the side of order, Kayle was their champion.
Kayle was one of the most ardent warriors on her side. A firm believer in all that was good and pure, she wielded an ancient sword that would catch fire and burn all those who committed crimes of evil. Many people on the fields of battle felt the burning pain of Kayle’s righteous fury as she cast fire from her blade. Often times Kayle tried to get her enemies to convert and uphold her own views of good and purity but often times those enemies were firm in their own beliefs, and she would need to destroy them. It pained Kayle to vanquish her enemies in holy fire, but her strong faith kept her at piece with her decision to kill people. Also what was helpful in maintaining her strength was her armor.
Like her sword, Kayle’s armor was pure gold, shining bright in the sunlight whenever she flew in the sky on her white wings. It was bulky as well, covering every inch of her fit, yet curvy body. People often commented on how she looked like a man wearing her armor as well as her golden helm that protected her fair features and golden blonde locks. Indeed, League of Legends fans were often scrounging the internet for candid photos of her face as it was described of being the “face of absolute beauty.” Some people said she wore this helm to hide the guilt she had in killing people. The truth of the matter, was it was to maintain modesty in battle.
Morgana never understood why, she always felt less attractive around Kayle when she was without her helm. Even among angels, Kayle was the epitome of angelic beauty: a perfectly symmetrical fair skinned face with firm cheekbones, long flowing golden likes that always seemed straight. The worst were those blue eyes, glowing like sapphires as she held her pointed nose up high like some pompous aristocrat. Morgana always suspected this modesty was false and just a way for Kayle to get compliments, something she was showered with the moment she joined the League of Legends.
In contrast, Morgana was not like her sister. She had pale skin that was white like a ghost, her long raven hair was often a tangled mess, but in a way that she felt made her look sultry. Her eyes were white as well and her ears were pointed almost like an elves’. Rather than cover her body that was slightly slimmer than Kayle’s, Morgana enjoyed showing it off. A metal brassier protected her C cup breasts and a tattered leather skirt hung low on her wide hips, barely staying up from the weight of gravity pulling it down. She might not have felt as attractive as Kayle, but she did like hearing the fans gawk at her butt as it moved two and fro when she walked. Most different from Kayle was Morgana’s wings. Instead of clean white feathery wings, they were black and frail, almost looking like they couldn’t carry her at all. They worked fine, it was just a side effect that transformed her body when she struck a deal with a group of dark mages who gave her the power she had now. All they asked in return was that she fight in the League.
The powers granted to Morgana was a saving grace for her side in the angel wars. They were close to losing the battle but then Morgana emerged with her newfound powers and turned the tides. From that day on, she was dubbed “fallen” and was a pariah amongst her family. Morgana never forgave Kayle for betraying her own blood and secretly hoped to meet her sister one-on-one in battle to prove once and for all that she was better. Morgana’s hopes were raised when she heard Kayle joined the League specifically to fight Morgana. Soon, she would be able to humiliate her sister by defeating her but then that day never came.
No sooner did Kayle join the League that things happened in matches that scared away champions. It was called “Jinxing” and it involved stripping ones opponents of their clothes, demoralizing them in a humiliating manor in order to win. Matches were less about fighting and more about stripping people and the tribunal wanted it to end. Before that could happen, Kayle avoided any matches, stating that to be exposed violated the laws of modesty which is something she could not do as an angel of purity. Morgana knew Kayle was just scared, scared to be exposed, scared to be revealed that she wasn’t the high and mighty warrior everyone praised her to be. Thankfully she heard that the woman behind Jinxing had left and so champions seemed to come back knowing that that particular tactic was no longer popular.
Morgana hoped that soon she would fight Kayle and then she got the most mysterious text from her. “I’M GOING TO KILL YOU FOR VIOLATING MY PRIVACY!” was all it said. Before Morgana could figure out what her sister referred to, she turned to the crystal ball in her layer and said, “Show me what my sister is angry about.”
At first nothing but a smoky cloud could be seen in the ball but eventually it swirled in a vortex, slowly opening up from the center to reveal the cover of a tabloid with the headline “KAYLE’S PHONE HACKED, REVEALS SELFIE OF HER IN HER NIGHTGOWN.” Indeed, pasted in the center of the cover was a large photo of Kayle without her armor. She wore a white lacey slip that extended down to the area just above her kneecaps, hugging the sides of her toned body. Because she was under armor, Kayle’s skin was fair and the cleavage of her D cup breasts were held up against the slip. The shadow of her naked body was illuminated by the lamp light.
“For crying out loud. Really Kayle you prude b*tch?” Morgana said out loud. Normally, she’d be laughing hysterically at the thought of her sister being dumb enough to send a selfie and assume it wouldn’t be seen by the press. The best was that even her “exposed selfie” was tame, just a boring old slip that in Kayle’s eyes was like being seen in lingerie. What soured this little joy was the fact that Morgana was being accused of something she didn’t do and that gave Kayle more fodder to slander her in public eye.
Sure enough, the crystal ball also revealed another story with the headline, “Morgana suspected to be behind Kayle phone-hack.” Morgana growled and clenched her fists. She’d never do something so cowardly, she wanted to meet Kayle head on. Still, this phone hack was enough to get Kayle to send a personal text to Morgana so maybe it was now or never. Getting out her phone, Morgana sent back her own text to Kayle. “Wah, I’m Kayle and I’m ashamed of being seen in my PJ’s because I’m a prude. You want to kill me? Fine, I challenge you to a 1v1 duel in Summoner’s Rift.” With a firm press on the send button, Morgana closed her phone and waited for a response, rubbing her hands together as she thought about the glory of defeating her sister. Only a few minutes passed before her phone vibrated.
“Prepare to taste the flames of justice.”
Morgana rolled her eyes. “Always so dramatic.” She said and then dialed her phone to book a train to the next Summoner’s Rift fight, the city of progress known as Piltover.
***
The horse carriage stopped in front of the arena. Morgana looked out the window and saw the crowd of League fans waiting outside. She smiled at seeing some of the younger ones, girls in their teens wearing dark Victorian era gowns with black lipstick and eyeliner. They adored Morgana’s rebellious history in standing up to the angels of good and wanted to emulate her style.
Before she could open the window and wave to them, the young goth fans were blinded by a bright light from the sky, forcing them to disappear behind the large crowd of paparazzi. The faint sound of a chorus of singers could be heard and Morgana opened the door to look up. From above, a tall shadowy figure with a wide feathery wings descended upon the crowd. People “Ooed” and “ah’ed” as the magnificent angel floated to the ground, her golden armor shining under the sun. Her wings were as white as snow and when she landed on the ground, she easily stood taller than everyone else in the area.
“KAYLE! KAYLE!!” people shouted as they fought to approach her.
“Greetings Piltover.” Kayle said in a low but commanding voice. “It is an honor to fight before your great city.”
“Any more pics of you in your nightie?” a paparazzo shouted.
“Ugh.” Kayle groaned, even with her helm on it was easy to see that she wasn’t prepared to answer that question.
“How do you feel condemning women like Jinx and Miss Fortune for wearing skimpy clothing but then sending selfies of you in your nightgown?”
“NO MORE QUESTIONS!” she commanded, brandishing her long golden sword, causing the crowd to step back. They all knew what damage that sword could do. Instantly they backed away, but not Morgana’s fans.
“Hypocrite!” one goth girl called out. “That’s not being modest, even if it is a boring nightgown!”
“Silence child!” Kayle said, gripping her sword tight and causing the blade to ignite in flame. “Or I will burn you with the flames of righteousness!”
“Back off Kayle!” Morgana shouted as she burst from her carriage.
Kayle halted and doused her sword from its flame, turning to Morgana and looking her over from head to toe. “Sister.” Kayle said, “Still the rebel standing up for her fellow misguided brethren I see. That skirt of yours is hanging rather low, is it really necessary to bare your midriff?”
Morgana put her hands on her hips and said, “Was it necessary to show off your body to the whole world? By the way, who did you send that text to?”
Kayle hesitated from speaking and then turned to the entrance of the arena. “I don’t have time to deal with petty gossip. I’ll see you on the fields sister!”
Morgana smirked as she watched Kayle disappear and then turned to sign autographs for her fans. After she was finished, she walked up the steps and into the great halls that led to the portal. Other champions were in the halls waiting to watch from the television screens. From Demacia, a human run state that held the same ideals as Kayle, was Garen, the Might of Demacia. Morgana sneered at the handsome muscular night, standing in his shining armor and blue cloak. He held his head up high, trying to maintain some dignity and hoping that everyone forgot about the time they saw his tiny penis in a battle. Garen was with his sister, Lux, a petite young woman in her early 20s, bright blue eyes and blonde hair that was held back by a headband. She looked like she belonged in school still and seeing her holding a “Kayle” sign made Morgana angrier.
On the opposite side of Garen was another group of people. One of them stood just as tall, only looking more rugged than the Might of Demacia. His hair was black with a silver streak running just above his forehead. He wore spiked shoulder pads and wore red colors. He was Darius, general of Noxus, a city that valued the ideal that only the strong survive, an ideal that Morgana felt at home with. Next to Darius was his brother, Draven. Under his long Fu Manchu mustache and goatee beard was a wide grin and two long scars ran from his neck up across his left eye. Draven’s hair stood up, held in with the golden headband he wore and in his hands were two large axes that he threw at his victims. Morgana smiled at both of them, appreciating the support. She and Draven had fought many times together, and he made her laugh the way he heckled his opponents in battle. Deep down, Morgana had a little crush on him, but did not dare reveal her true feelings because it was uncharacteristic of her “fallen” persona. This did not mean she rejected any of his advances, gentle pats on her butt or a brush of his hand against her tummy. Maybe after tonight, she’d be brave enough to invite him to her place.
Before approaching the portal, Morgana saw Kayle flapping her wings up to a man at about seven feet tall. He was a literal mountain of muscles, wearing no shirt. He was hairless, save for a wide barber’s style mustache covering his face. Blue tribal markings covered his bare torso and in his right hand was a large stone shield with ram’s horns on them. In his left, was a bouquet of flowers. “For you my lovely angel!” he said in a thick accent similar to Russian. “May they be the first of many after your victory over your scary sister!”
“Th-thank you Braum.” Kayle said, taking the flowers and smelling them.”
Morgana’s fast twisted in disgust. So that was who she sent the selfie to. Braum, the Heart of the Freljord. Numerous legends painted him as a hero who was so strong he could cut trees with his hands or break mountains apart. Rumor was the shield he carried was actually a large door he pulled from a mountain, using it to protect his allies on the Fields of Justice and this was the dorky human who Kayle was stupid enough to send pics of. “Unbelievable.” She muttered as she waited for Kayle to disappear into the teleporter.
When Kayle was gone, Morgana made her way up the steps, keeping her focus straight ahead and not wanting to make eye contact with Kayle’s boy toy. This didn’t stop Braum from saying, “You are disgusting woman. Violating a person’s privacy is wrong.”
“Excuse me?” Morgana asked.
“Kayle is your sister. You shouldn’t violate privacy like that.” Braum said, stepping forward to tower over Morgana, so tall that she had to tilt her head up.
“Listen buddy.” Morgana said as she poked at his hard chest. “My dealings with my sister is my business and don’t act like you weren’t beating your frozen meat off to my sister with her armor off. I bet you’re hoping to see more of her after the fight aren’t you?”
The comment caused Braum and all those around him to gasp. “You are vulgar.” He said, “I would never-”
Morgana held her hand up as she walked to the portal. “Save it pal, just stick around to console Kayle after she cries when I beat her.” Before Braum could say anything else, Morgana disappeared into the portal and onto the Fields of Justice.
***
“Welcome to Summoner’s Rift” a woman’s voice announced.
Morgana looked around and took note of the arena. For this one on one duel, the tribunal designed a special battle arena. Instead of the luscious green forest that was Summoner’s Rift, the two sisters would battle in a circular stone coliseum. Large stone columns attached to a circular base surrounded the wide arena that had patches of grass poking through the cracks. On the other side of the columns were two large stone archways. At first the area between the archways was empty but then a flash of light blinded Morgana and then she saw an image of the spectators from the halls. The stone archways were portals that gave the spectators a close up view of the fight.
Kayle was already in the center of the arena, hovering a few feet off the ground, holding her sword to her chest as she muttered a quiet prayer. When she heard Morgana approach the arena, she turned her head and said, “Time to pay for your horrible crime!” As Kayle raised her sword, flames covered the blade and then she swung it at Morgana.
“Crap!” Morgana shouted as she leapt out of the way, dodging the blast of fire that hit the ground she formally stood at. Before she could get up, Morgana saw Kayle raise her hand again, forcing the fallen angel to roll and dodge another fiery blast. Morgana knew there was no way she could keep this up without getting burned. She waited to dodge another blast before rolling on her stomach and thrusting her and forward, firing off a transparent orb towards Kayle.
Kayle was in such a rage to inflict pain on Morgana that she couldn’t see the orb until it was too late to dodge. “No!” she cried as she tried to dodge, but it was too late, the orb made contact and blew up in a bright flash, forcing Kayle to the ground and on her knees. Surrounding Kayle was a bright prism-like forcefield that kept her in place. No matter how hard she tried by knocking on the prism, it wouldn’t break free and Kayle had no way to escape.
“Feel my pain sister!” Morgana shouted as she cast her hands out again, drawing up a pool of black ooze from the ground.
Kayle looked down and felt the metal armor on her skin heating up, so much so that smoke emanated from the burning steel, causing her to scream out in pain. The only other noise that interfered with Kayle’s screams of anguish was Morgana’s laughter as she watched Kayle kick and scream against the burning acid. Finally, Kayle saw the prism disappear and she immediately flew above ground. “Heal!” she shouted as she raised her sword and tapped it over herself. A bright golden glow spread over her and the black acid that was burning her armor disappeared.
“Are you fucking kidding me?!” Morgana yelled. She didn’t expect this to be an easy battle, but to see her sister undo the damage she had done was trying her patience.
Before Morgana could cast another spell, Kayle ignited her sword again, raising her arm to cast more fire. Morgana tried to turn and run but she was too close to Kayle and didn’t see an orange orb fly towards her, exploding as it hit her in the back. Morgana stumbled forward as a hot pain shot through her entire body, slowing her movement down. “Your time has come Morgana!” Kayle shouted as she cast her flames onto her weakened sister. With each swing, a splash of holy fire struck Morgana, forcing her to her knees as she screamed in pain.
Before Kayle could make another strike, Morgana held her hand over her head and cast a large transparent dome around her, blocking the flames. With the little time she bought by protecting herself, Morgana rose to her feet and faced Kayle who became so aggressive with her attacks she got closer. Morgana curled her lip and thrust her hand forward, firing a magic blast that flew straight towards Kayle’s face. It wasn’t until the purple jet of magic was inches from Kayle’s head that she tried to dodge the blast but at that point it was too late.
With a splash of light, Kayle’s head snapped backwards as she flew back a few feet, grunting as the pain stung her eyes. Not only did Morgana’s attack do damage, but it was also strong enough to knock off Kayle’s golden helm. The moment the helmet left her face, Kayle’s long blonde locks waved in the wind as she shook her head. She opened her eyes and the audience was blessed with the bright blue color of each orb as light reflected off of them. Despite being thousands of years old, Kayle looked to be no older than 30, without any sign of a wrinkle on her fair skinned face. Audiences watching all “ooed” at the beauty of such an angel.
Feeling the wind against her face, Kayle brought a hand to it and ran it across her cheek, gasping when she saw her helm on the ground. “You’ll pay for that sister.” She said as she flapped her wings once more.
Morgana took advantage of the distraction by casting her binding spell again, sending another orb forward that cast another prism around Kayle that locked her in place. “No, you’ll pay for your hypocrisy!” Morgana shouted as she called upon her magic to spread the same black ooze from the ground.
Kayle gasped as she felt the ground below her change in texture and had no choice but to raise her sword and conjure up a golden circle of protection around her. Even though the acid burned below, it could do no harm as the spell Kayle used was a divine form of magic called up from the heavens to shield its user from all danger. By now, the prism that bound Kayle in place disappeared and she flew high in the air to get away from the acid.
“Damn you!” Morgana cursed as she watched her sister get away.
Kayle laughed and enjoyed seeing her sister’s growing anger at the realization that her efforts were futile. “You’ve avoided me for far too long sister, now is the time for your penance!”
Morgana saw Kayle raise her sword and knew that it was time to bring out the big guns. “You’re the one who has avoided me Kayle and that ends now!” Raising her hands in the air, Morgana opened her mouth and light flashed from her eyes as a gray transparent force circled around her. All of the sudden, a pink black stream fired from Morgana and latched onto Kayle’s torso.
As soon as Kayle felt the pink lasso wrap around her, she felt dizzy, like her energy was being sapped away. Immediately, she tried to cast her healing spell again, feeling her strength return the moment the golden glow covered her. Kayle was about to make another attack until she felt weak again, nearly falling forward as she tried to fly. Looking down, Kayle saw that the pink tether was still around her waist.
Laughing, Morgana walked closer, drawing in her sister’s strength with every moment. “It’s useless sister, I have you now!”
“Never!” Kayle shouted as she used the adrenaline in her body to give her one more burst of strength to fly up into the air. If she could just get away from Morgana, maybe she could break the tether. With her arms reached out towards the sky, Kayle flew higher and higher off the ground, picturing the victory in her mind once she got away.
Morgana continued to move closer, shutting the gap between her and her sister, she knew that if Kayle got any further the spell would be broken. Just when she saw Kayle flap her wings once more did Morgana scream and moved her hands in a way that caused a flash of light to travel along the tether at a fast speed, heading straight towards Kayle.
“Almost there…” Kayle whispered to herself as she flew a little further, she could feel the grasp of the tether getting tighter as she flew further and was just about to break free until a shocking pain struck her in the back, causing her to black out. The last thing Kayle remembered was turning her body as she felt it falling to the ground.
***
Da da dum. Da da dum. Da da dum.
Three beats, three loud pounding beats pulsed like a drum that seemed to shake Kayle’s entire skull, giving her an intense migraine. Squinting her eyes, Kayle shook her head as she let the grogginess of her sleep wear off. As she came to, the sound started to become clear.
“Da da dum..Mo.da…dum.. Mor…ga…na.”
It wasn’t a noise, it was a chant. “Mor..ga..na! Mor…ga..na!” But why were they chanting? Kayle opened her eyes and saw that she was no longer in the arena. Instead they were back in the halls, the crowd inside jumping up and down as they took pictures. Standing at the base of the steps was Morgana, her back facing Kayle as she held her arms up. Kayle was still woozy from her fall, but it was clear that someone declared the match over which meant only one thing…she lost.
“Thank you!” Morgana called out with a wide smile on her face.
“Hold on!” Kayle shouted as she stood to her feet. “I don’t know what happened, but the match isn’t over! You have not won Morgana.” Her voice was loud enough to shush the cheers of the crowd and then they turned to Kayle. What happened next was the last thing she expected. They began laughing. Women laughed while some of the men whistled. Kayle wasn’t sure what was going on, were they cheering her to continue fighting? Were the women laughing because they were so elated at her revival? Regardless, she knew she still had some fight left in her. Clutching her sword in hand, Kayle walked down the steps. “Don’t turn your back on me Morgana! I’m not down fighting yet!”
Morgana folded her arms and raised an eyebrow as she stepped back to give Kayle the floor. “Is that so?” she said, “Well if that’s the case, you might want to purchase some armor before we fight.”
“What?” Kayle said in response to the peculiar comment, then she looked down and shrieked when she saw the top of her bare breasts sticking out like two large hills. It was this sobering image that brought Kayle’s other senses to her conscious, particularly the chill in the room and the lack of weight in her feet that she was supposed to have with her boots. Bending forward, Kayle saw her white socks resting below her long smooth legs. The only thing that wasn’t matching her pink flesh was the tiny black g-string covering her crotch. Flames were printed along the bottom and the words “Bad girl” was written on the center.
KLANG! Kayle’s sword fell to the ground as the shock of her newfound exposure weakened her grip. “Mor…morgana…wh-where is my armor?” she stammered as she backed away, arms still held open as she looked down at all her exposed bits, her breasts that hung low without the support of her metal bust. They looked like low hanging fruit the way they heaved up and down as Kayle’s breathing got more rampant. Also exposed was Kayle’s tiny naval, a dark small hole with a tiny golden ring pierced through the top. While Kayle was focused on the front, she didn’t realize that her behind was also in plain view to everyone. Her ass was wide but toned, having no ounce of fat or cellulite on it. Nevertheless, with every step she made, it would jiggle ever so slightly, almost looking like it would devour the tiny black string wedged beneath each cheek.
“You shouldn’t have flown so high Kayle.” Morgana said, “That was a nasty fall you took, so much so it damaged your armor.”
Kayle felt her face get warm and she turned to the portal to see golden shrapnel scattered all over the ground. Nothing looked salvageable, the chestplate was in pieces, her codpiece was broken in half, even her boots were broken in several pieces. There was literally nothing that could protect Kayle’s flawless body and at this realization she felt tears fall from her eyes, knowing that she violated one of the most sacred codes in her mind, modesty.
“AHHHHH!!” she screamed as she wrapped her arms around her breasts, pushing them up as she hugged them to her body, buckling her legs together as she bent forward. “My body! People can see my body!” now the whistling made sense, men were ogling her breasts and ass and it was so upsetting that Kayle’s face turned bright red.
“You’re supposed to wear clothes under your armor dummy.” Morgana said as she approached her blushing sister. Morgana reached out for the tiny string waistband of Kayle’s panties and pulled it, letting it go to snap Kayle. “And since when do angels wear g-strings?”
“oo!” Kayle squealed as the pain from the snap made her cross her legs. “Stop that!” she cried. “My undergarments are no one’s business.” Morgana’s focus on her g-string made Kayle self conscious and so she removed one hand from her top to cover her exposed backside. She tried to say something but then a flash of light went off and blinded her. “Stop it!”
‘I’m not doing anything.” Morgana said, “That’s the paparazzi.”
“The what?” Kayle said in a meek voice and then she looked past Morgana, seeing photographers flashing their camera bulbs like machine guns going off. “NOOOO!!!” She screamed as she held her hands up, raising a leg to shield her panties. “STOP TAKING MY PICTURE!! THIS IS IMMORAL!!”
“It’s like I always said sister.” Morgana said as she grabbed Kayle’s arms and held them behind her back. “You are a hypocrite, you always have been.”
“Morgana let me go!” Kayle whimpered as she tried to fight free, but she was so flustered at people taking pictures of her that the best she could do was kick her legs like a child throwing a tantrum. Without her armor providing the strong image, Kayle felt helpless in her undressed state, feeling as tiny and small as the underwear she had on.
“G-string, belly button piercing, if I had any of those you would have condemned me to being some wh*r*.” Morgana spat as she forced her sister closer to the photographers. “Here boys, come get a closer look at my sister’s tits.”
“Morgana!” Kayle cried out in horror as she arched her back and tried push back against her sister. This made things worse because with her back arched, Kayle’s breasts stuck out more and it looked more like she was posing for the cameras, the light from the room illuminating Kayle’s firm orbs like she was a pinup model. “Stop this! Y-you’ve exposed me enough!”
“Oh I don’t think I have.” Morgana said as she spun Kayle around. “We need to get a look at that nice ass of your too don’t we?” She laughed as Kayle wailed and flung her arms wildly in the air once her backside was facing the crowd. The perfect apple-shaped bottom was moving so much that the g-string started to slide down Kayle’s hips, showing off the top of her buttcrack.
By now Kayle was sobbing.Worst of all, her revealed panties and piercing was showing cracks in her moral armor as well, showcasing to people that even she didn’t believe in her own lessons of modesty and honor. Feeling completely helpless, Kayle cried out “Braum! Help me!”
Morgana raised her eyebrow and dropped Kayle on her ass, letting her large breasts bounce upon impact. “Oh you gonna cry to your boyfriend?” she asked in a mocking tone.
“Enough of this!” Braum shouted as he leapt in the air, “Stand behind Braum!” he said as he slammed his shield in the ground, sending a concussive force so strong it sent Morgana and all the onlookers back a few feet. “None of you shall look at Kayle’s gorgeous naked body and perky nipples and rock hard behind.”
“Braum Shut up!” Kayle shouted as she slapped his back, crouching low behind his shield.
Kayle’s new coverage did not please Morgana or the crowd. All of them started to boo at Braum, throwing food and trash at him but it was pointless because it bounced off his massive shield. “What is wrong with you all?” he asked. “Have you no respect for woman’s modesty? And you!” he pointed to Morgana. “What is with your obsession with exposing sister? Is it some weird ****** thing? Hacking her phone? Showing off her body?”
“EW GROSS!” Morgana said at the thought of ****** with Kayle. “I told you I never hacked her phone!”
“That’s because I did!” a tiny child-like voice called out. The commotion in the room hushed and the crowd parted to let a short creature with a green hat on walk through. It was Teemo, the tiny Yordle scout who was known for his stealthy attacks in battle. He was most famous for humiliating Jinx and made a fortune selling her naked pictures to paparazzi.
“Y-you?” Kayle asked as she clung to the edge of Braum’s shield and poked her head out, “But why?”
“Because.” Teemo said as he approached the steps of the portal to get everyone’s attention. “I know you’re a hypocrite Kayle and that hypocrisy embarrassed my wife.” He pulled out a small clicking device and pointed it at the monitor up on the wall. “Observe!”
The screen went on and people saw Kayle being interviewed by a reporter. “I think Janna and Leona’s relationship is….immoral. What they do behind closed doors is fine, but seeing those two harlots naked and rubbing against each other….just…it’s indecent.”
Teemo pressed a button and then a new clip of Kayle was shown. “I’m simply outraged at the public indecency that was shown in live television. It was bad enough we keep seeing people in various states of undress, but to be seen…touching oneself, Miss Fortune and Ahri should be ashamed of themselves!”
Teemo turned off the monitor and pointed at the half naked Kayle. “Ashamed and indecent. Like the woman standing here now in her g-string!”
All eyes pointed to Kayle and she lowered her head in shame as she covered her ass, even though she was behind Braum’s shield. “I-I-can explain…” she said but she had no explanation. Every part of her image was being ripped away and she knew no one in the room could believe anything she said.
“You don’t need to explain.” Teemo said as he pointed the controller at the monitor. “I have one more clip…a certain bachelorette party.”
Kayle gasped as her eyes got wide, “Bachelorette party? NO!!!” she cried as she looked up at the screen, holding her hand up in protest but it was too late.
****
The screen flashed on and the speakers shook as the heavy bass of club music could be heard, WHOMP! WHOMP! WHOMP!. This was interrupted with the chorus of cheers and hollars from a group of women. About a horde of them were in a large hall, with dark red tablecloths and tall torchlit lamps lighting the room. It looked to be a castle with the stone interior and skulls hung from a chandelier. It was clear that only one city was cruel enough to decorate itself in its dead enemies, Noxus.
Despite the gloomy setting, the mood was quite cheerful as every table was occupied by a woman dressed in some form of clubwear. At one table was Janna and Leona, two gorgeous women, the former being a slender blonde wearing a strapless white gown while the latter, a fair skinned redhead wore a button up shirt with a tie. They both had their arms around each other as they clapped at something off camera.
Next to the same sex couple was a dark haired woman with whiskers on her face and pointy fox ears. It was Ahri and she wore the tiniest pair of club shorts and a pink low hanging top. She slurped on a tall long island drink and raised her hands as she danced to the music, her breasts almost spilling out of her shirt. “WOOO!! Bring on the male exhibitionists!” she called out.
“They’re called strippers Ahri.” A woman wearing a black tank top and black leather pants said. Dark red sunglasses protected her face and her hair was tied up in a ponytale, it was Vayne and she carefully nursed her water as she looked off camera with a stone face. “And they are coming don’t worry.”
“I can’t believe you guys talked me into this.” A tiny higher pitched voice said. Sitting at the center table in between her friends was a short woman with silver hair and blue skin. She wore a crown that said “Bride” and was wearing a silver dress. She had a look of unease on her face and the faintest trace of pink spread over her cheeks. “I mean…this is…a Noxian strip club and I’m engaged to Teemo.” She whispered to Ahri. It was Tristana, the Yordle markswoman who also had a hand in stripping Jinx and bringing an end to her perverted deeds.
“Come on it’s about having fun!” she said, “Even Kayle is open minded enough to come!”
Sure enough, sitting at her own table wearing a long golden gown held up by spaghetti straps was Kayle, shoulders shrugged and head lowered as she sipped from her glass of wine. “Shh. She said as she crossed her legs, “Don’t say my name. I shouldn’t even be here, I’m just here to support Tristana but also make sure you ladies don’t get carried away.”
“Oh whatever.” Ahri said, “If you were here to be judgmental, then why are you here without your armor?”
The slight made Kayle’s cheeks turn pink and she held a hand to her cheek. “It’s…hot in here. Can we just get this over with?”
Sure enough, the lights in the room dimmed and a spotlight lit the long wooden stage that jetted out into the audience. “All right ladies you ready for your first Noxian warrior of the evening?” a DJ called out with a growl to his voice. The women all cheered as they raised their glasses. “Then let’s welcome to the stage, the Hand of Noxus, DARIUS!!!”
The sound of war drums beat to a pop/funk rhythm as the dark red curtains spread open. From out of the darkness stepped Darius, standing tall in his red armor, thrusting his hips to the beat of the music. “Who’s ready for some Noxian might?” he asked as he grabbed the center of his armor and the crotch of his pants. RIP! with two pulls, the armor and pants were torn off with ease, revealing Darius’ dark skinned body, a perfect V shaped torso consisting of washboard abs and two pectoral muscles that were as large as cantaloupes. Several battlescars could be seen over his chest and thick legs that made the women all coo with delight. The only article of clothing Darius had at that point was a tiny leather thong that stuck out from the erect penis it was trying to hold down. As soon as Darius turned around, women got to see his backside, a toned ass that didn’t even shake as he moved his hips, it was that firm.
At the table, Janna and Leona stared with their mouths open as they could not take their gaze away from the seemingly flawless body of the Noxian warrior. “....I like women…I like women.” Leona said to herself in a trancelike state, clutching Janna’s hand tighter to remain faithful.
Ahri was whistling with her fingers in her mouth, pounding the table as she shouted, “TAKE OFF THE THONG!!”
Vayne removed her shades, revealing her dark brown eyes, her mouth was also open, having never seen such a specimen like Darius in her life.
Even Tristana, the one who was adamant about being faithful to her fiancé, couldn’t help but stare hypnotically at Darius’ bulging crotch, something that looked to be growing longer and longer as he got closer to the stage.
Kayle sat at her table with a wide eyed look of horror on her face. This was so improper and wrong for her to see a man in such skimpy attire, thrusting his pelvis at them. It didn’t even count as underwear since it was clear she could see his long hard penis and yet, she wondered what it would feel like to wear something that barely covered anything. She was so flustered she downed her entire glass of wine and immediately asked for another.
As Darius got to the center of the stage, he grabbed the waistband of his thong and ripped it off, throwing it to the table of bridesmaids. His cock bounced up and down like a diving board, nodding in approval to the wave of cheers it inspired. Sitting on the stage was a can of whipped cream that he bent down to pick up. “All right ladies, who wants to get dunked?” he asked as he spread a long dab of whipped cream along his cock.
“ME ME ME!!” Ahri shouted, nearly jumping over the table and spilling the drinks to get to him.
“Ahri. Where did you take us?” Tristana asked, face turning red at the suggestion.
“It’s a strip club where you can go down on the strippers if you want!” Ahri said with a smile, “Isn’t this a great bachelorette party?”
“I’m not doing that!” Tristana said, horrified at the idea that her friend thought she would cheat on Teemo.
“Then fine, I’m going to have fun, get over here dunkmaster!” Ahri said as she walked to Darius. He smiled as he stuck his hips out and Ahri got down on her knees to savor the tasty treat before her. Ever since she discovered masturbation, she continued exploring her sexuality and what she liked. Upon learning about pornography, Ahri would spend hours watching humans mate and thought oral sex looked to be strange because it was sex without the purpose of procreation. As a fox, it made sense to use sex as a necessity to prolong species, but sex for enjoyment, well that was something she was about to discover herself.
Opening her mouth, Ahri wrapped her lips around the wide head of Darius’s penis and ran her tongue under the shaft. The whipped cream overpowered the tangy taste of his precum. After sucking up the sweat taste of the cream, Ahri placed her hands on Darius’ hips and slowly pushed her head forward, taking in more of his girth before sliding her head back and forth, groping her breasts as she felt them get hot from the thought of how dirty she felt. “Mmmm” she moaned as she felt his hand on the back of her head. She blocked out the noise of the music and her friends as she imagined being alone with Darius, resting on his bed while she sucked him off.
“Okay who’s next?” he asked as he pulled his dick out of Ahri’s mouth, turning to the table of other bachelorette’s.
“What?” Ahri said as she looked up at him. “That’s it?”
“I’ll be back baby.” He said, “Gotta save myself for the others you know.”
Ahri pouted her lower lip out as she went back to her seat but understood that the night wasn’t entirely about her. She watched as Darius stood over Vayne, who kept her eyes away from him as she drank some water. “Come on Vayne.” He said as he sprayed more whipped cream on his dick. “Loosen up for a change and have some fun.”
‘I..I” Vayne stammered as she thought about protesting, but then she looked up and saw the mountain of muscles standing before her and felt her heart beat rise. “Don’t tell anyone about this..” she said as she grabbed onto his cock and slowly licked the cream off.
Kayle was on her third glass of wine, finishing the second in seconds after seeing Ahri having oral sex with a complete stranger. Now seeing Vayne, someone Kayle thought to be just as pure as she, sucking on Darius’ penis while she ran her hands along the shaft made Kayle so flustered that she began ordering shots. It wasn’t so much that the image was making Kayle uncomfortable, but it was how her body responded that made her uneasy.
Seeing the completely naked Darius taking these female champions and bringing them to their knees to take in his member made Kayle antsy, antsy between her legs. It was something like a slow simmering rise of temperature that she could not cool down. Kayle wanted to put her hand down there but there was no way she could do that in a public space. The best she could do was uncross her legs and rub them against each other, the friction being her only distraction from her growing tingling sensation.
While Vayne was on her knees sucking on Darius, Ahri sat there with her arms folded. “This is boring now, I want to see more!”
“Did somebody say more?” a low voice said from behind the curtain. The spotlight went back to the stage and out from the curtains stepped another tall man with chiseled abs and broad shoulders. It was Draven, wearing nothing but the golden headband atop his spiky mop of brown hair. He had his hands on his hips and presented his cock to the room of bachelorettes, all of them swooning at the arrogant Noxian. “Who wants some Draaaven?” he asked as he sprayed some whipped cream on his own penis, so hard that it rose up and bounced off his lower torso.
“MEMEMEMEME!!” Ahri shouted as she darted from the table, rushing to Draven as he stepped off the stage.
Tristana and Kayle gasped as they watched two of their friends let go of their inhibitions and give blowjobs to two of the most lethal soldiers in Noxia. By now, Vayne was licking up a second dab of whipped cream while Ahri removed her pink top to have easier access to her breasts as she sucked on her second cock for the night. By now, all the other women in the room were clapping and cheering for the sex show put on for them, especially since it was League of Legend Champions that were doing it.
While Tristana stood by watching in shock, Kayle sat in her chair trembling as the tingling sensation between her legs grew, becoming stronger the more she watched the two strong Noxians smiling as two powerful warriors went down on them. By now, the alcohol made her forget all about her stupid rules about purity and modesty. Vayne believed in the same thing and she was having fun, lifting her shirt to reveal her C cup breasts, it actually looked kind of hot to Kayle.
Then there was Ahri, her white tails swishing back and forth as she happily gobbled up the head of Draven’s penis, making him moan as if in pain the way her tongue tickled his nerves. That looked hot too to Kayle, especially the way Ahri was panting and moaning herself as she ran her hand in between her legs. Kayle thought that that was a good idea and let her hand roam in between her legs, gasping when she felt a moist spot that soaked the center of her gown. Just the touch of her wet groin made Kayle’s pussy ache and anyone in the room would have noticed that her nipples were poking through her gown, someone like Darius.
Darius saw the red faced Kayle, gasping for air like she was dehydrated and hunched over the table, realizing an opportunity was there. He grinned as he turned to his brother to catch his attention, waiting for him to take his eyes off of Ahri for a moment. When Draven did look at Darius, he saw his older brother nod towards Kayle’s direction and Draven also saw the sexually frustrated angel, fighting against her primal urges, a battle she was losing.
Both men left their current partners and approached Kayle’s table, Darius standing on her right while Draven stood on her left. It wasn’t until Kayle noticed two large shadows towering over her that she looked up and saw the naked men smiling down on her. Slowly, she stammered “I…I…” but words couldn’t form as she was staring straight at Darius wide cock, rising ever so slightly up and down as he lifted it with his pelvic muscles, powered by the blood rushing to it. Gently, he pushed it forward, barely in front of Kayle’s mouth. Closing her eyes, she sighed, hugging herself tightly as she tilted her head up and let her lips brush up against the tip. “Mmmm.” She moaned as she bit her lip and then opened her mouth some more to let Darius guide his penis in her mouth.
Kayle’s wings spread out and fluttered as the stimulation of her moist sex ran through her body. Darius’s cock filled her mouth and tickled the back of her throat as he pushed it in and out. This was so bad of her to do, to think what her people would say if they saw her like this. It was when she touched her wet pussy over her dress that she shuddered as a wave of pleasure hit her, sending shivers down her spine with every upward stroke of her fingers. “Oh Darius!!” she said as she took her mouth off for a moment, turning her head to look at Draven’s piece, with a fresh dab of whipped cream.
“That’s it angel, come get a taste of Draven.” Draven said, snickering as the angel opened her mouth wide to wrap around his cock. She turned her body and bent forward, wrapping her arms around Draven’s waist so she could clutch his firm buttocks, grinding her pelvis in the air as she tried to take more and more of him into her throat. Kayle made it her own little game to lap up all the cream on his dick, sliding her tongue in a clockwise motion around the shaft before letting it slide against the bottom, causing Draven to rest his hand on the table for balance.
“Ohhh….shit.” he said with his eyes rolled back into his head.
Just hearing this moan of approval made Kayle feel wanted and desired, a mental compliment that made her feel sexy, sexier than Ahri who was pouting again, sexier than Vayne, sexier than all of the League women. She wasn’t a prude in this light and it was her choice, that’s what felt good to her. So good, that she got on her knees, reached around to pull down her panties, a lacey pair of pink bikini style briefs, and hike her gown up to reveal her apple shaped bottom to Darius.
“Please, Darius, fuck me…fuck me hard.” She hissed, shaking her ass ever so gently.
Darius raised his eyebrows, not at all hesitant to oblige the request as he knelt on the seat and grabbed Kayle’s hips so he could position himself in the rear of her pussy. Upon looking down her could see her dark red labia dripping onto the seat. “We hit the jackpot brother.” He said as he guided his penis towards her pussy. He pressed it against the opening of her lips and then felt some resistance as it refused to open up around him. “Back into me angel.” He said and Kayle obeyed, planting her hands on the seat as she backed into Darius’s penis that was so hard it ached even to enter her. “Oh damn…when was the last time you had sex?” he asked, closing his eyes as he forced himself the rest of the way in, her inner walls barely wet enough to provide lubricant for him to slide against.
“MMMM!!” she groaned as she felt Darius inside, filling her up. At first it hurt, but once he got into a good rhythm the pain transformed into something good, a force so strong she had to tighten her muscles as her pussy contracted. Darius’ question made Kayle blush as she hadn’t had sex until now. For thousands of years she avoided all things sexual, including images or even gestures that led to any physical affection. All of this was necessary in order to avoid being tempted into doing something immoral but now that she finally did indulge, she realized how foolish she was in denying herself this pleasure.
Rather than embarrass herself and reveal her lost virginity, Kayle raised one hand to help her suck harder on Draven’s cock. It was almost like a machine the way Darius thrust forward, causing Kayle’s lower torso to shake with each pound and then her neck would crane forward to suck on more of Draven’s cock. Darius fucking her provided the physical pleasure, going down on Draven while on her knees provided the mental pleasure of feeling submissive to two bad boys, a trope she was denied to engage with because of her values. She always had to live up to this perfect angel image and by being desired and lusted after by two Noxians, Kayle was rejecting the pressure of being a perfect angel by being a bad girl herself.
While Kayle was fucked from both sides, the rest of the women stood by in shock as they watched the once noble angel let go of her inhibitions. Even Ahri forgot about the lack of attention she was getting and instead, looking at Tristana with unease. The blue Yordle curled her lip and shook her head. “This is not what I had in mind when I wanted to hang out with my friends.” She said.
Leona and Janna sighed and were the first to feel guilty for not stopping this. At least the night was young and could be salvaged. “Let’s just pay our tabs and try to go somewhere else.” Leona suggested.
Ahri hung her head low and said, “I’m sorry Tris. I didn’t think it would get this crazy. We’ll go.” She grabbed her pink top and put it back on, grabbing her purse to get her card.
One by one, the bachelorette party got their things and got ready to go. In between paying the tabs and gathering their things, they would look back at Kayle and still find her in between the two Noxian champions. By now, Darius had Kayle’s long blonde locks in his hand, pulling her head up while he rammed her from behind. Draven kept his hands on her face, holding her mouth in the exact position he wanted as she continued running her tongue along his cock. It was when Darius raised his hand to spank Kayle that she felt her legs lock up and felt her pussy tighten. “OHMGRDD!!” she cried as she lifted one hand to touch her clitoris, swollen to almost double its size.
“OHH SHIT Darius!” Draven said as he squeezed his eyes shut. “Don’t think I can last much longer.”
“Me neither!” Darius said, it was the mature voice of Kayle’s moan that set them off, they could see the look of ecstasy on her face as she arched her back more, groaning and letting out little high pitched coos.
Just then, Tristana and Vayne approached Kayle’s table, both of them with stoic looks on their faes. “Sorry to interrupt your porno shoot guys.” Tristana said, “But it’s time for Kayle to go.”
No one responded, because at that moment, both brothers pulled out, just in time to cum. Darius let out a loud groan as he shot a thick white streak of jism over Kayle’s back, some of it getting stuck in her hair. “Ohhh DRAAVEN!!” Draven hissed as he stroked the tip of his cock a few times before aiming it in Kayle’s open mouth and shooting his cum into it.
Kayle kept her eyes closed as she felt the two streams hit her on different sides, closing her mouth to let Draven’s cum slide in her mouth. She didn’t even hear Tristana at all as she was too busy fingering herself and thinking about how dirty of a woman she was and that was when her mind and body connected, sending a shockwave from the center of her pussy to the rest of her body. She felt her sex tighten around her fingers and cried out, “OHHHHH!!! FUUUCK!!” as she orgasmed.
“OH DAMMIT!” Tristana screamed as she saw a jet of clear liquid shoot out from Kayle and land right on top of her white hair. “What the fuck did she just do?!”
“She just squirted on you.” Vayne said dryly as she pinched the bridge of her nose. “Well I think that’s going to call it a night.
“Oh man…that sucks.” Draven said, laughing out loud as he looked at Tristana’s wet hair.
“Nice shot Kayle.” Darius said, raising his hand to give the angel one more spank.
“OOO!” Kayle winced as she collapsed on her seat, letting the chill of the room wrap around her sweating body. She didn’t even care that she came in front of everyone, she was content with the orgasm she had and the journey that brought her there, closing her eyes and smiling as she rested.
Tristana on the other hand was fuming. No longer was her face blue and was instead red with anger and embarrassment at what just happened to her on her second most important night of her life. She ignored the laughter of the two Noxians and just focused on Kayle, the stupid angel who couldn’t maintain some self control and instead ruined this night for Tristana.
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The screen went blank and everyone in the hall was silent. With her knees buckled and hand over her mouth with another arm covering her breasts, Kayle slowly looked at the shocked faces of everyone. Morgana had a look of disgust, mouth and nose twisted like she smelled something pungent, the Demacians all huddled together, and talking in a hushed whisper as they stared at her. Braum had his head turned over his shoulder, looking down at her like a disappointed brother.
“I..” she started to say in a meek voice, “Braum..I can explain.”
“Explain what?” he asked as he lifted his shield away from her, uncovering her once more. “How you tell Braum you need to wait and yet you pleasure Noxians?”
“No that’s not it!” Kayle pleaded. Sweat dripped from her brow as her face turned red again, feeling more naked with her other secret out in the open. The whole League saw her having sex and worst of all, at a time when it was supposed to be about someone else. Kayle just wanted to crawl into a hole and never come out, feeling like she’d never be able to command an army or an audience again after being labeled a hypocrite. “I swear I was going to have sex with you after I beat my sister.”
“Well not only did you fail at that, but also it looks like you’re going to have to clarify the whole modesty and morality thing what with blowing one dude while getting fucked by another.” Morgana spat at her.
Kayle lowered her face, letting her hair cover it and hide some of her shame, but out of the corner of her eyes she saw Teemo approaching her. “You ruined Tristana’s bachelorette party.” He said. “She said she never felt so humiliated in her life after that night, so I told her I’d get you back. I did, hacking into your phone and finding that one pic was just one way to get your attention. Then I knew you’d blame your sister so once you challenged her, I knew I had a public area to expose you for the hypocrite you are.”
Tears fell from Kayle’s eyes. “I-just couldn’t do it anymore. I’m sorry!” she sobbed, “Thousands of years is a long time to go without..feeling good.”
“There’s nothing wrong with sex Kayle.” Morgana said in a stern but less angry tone. “I’m just pissed that all these years you called me a harlot for dressing in the clothes that I wear.”
Even though she was half naked and outed, Kayle was not about to take a lesson from Morgana and just hearing Morgana lecture her gave Kayle some energy to fight back. “There’s still a difference!” she said as she stood up, making sure her tits and ass were shielded by her hands. “I might have done…those things but at least I didn’t do it in front of thousands of people. I mean…it was in places that were meant to be private…” then she turned to point at Teemo. “Until that little shit violated my privacy! You had no right to do that!!”
“You didn’t have a right to mess up my wife’s hair!” he argued back.
The word “mess up” made everyone else in the hall laugh, even Teemo started to giggle and that made Kayle feel more silly, knocking her back down off the tiny pedestal she tried to salvage for herself. In that moment, Kayle felt weak again and fell to her knees, looking up helplessly at all her peers. She saw Morgana with her phone aimed at her and then a flash went off. “STOP THAT!’ Kayle cried as she covered her face with her hands.
“Just need a little pic for the holiday card I’m going to send everyone.” Morgana said before turning to Draven, who was snickering in the corner with Darius. “AND YOU!” she shouted so loud it made Draven jump. “What the fuck? You flirt with me in between matches but don’t at all ask me out. So how do you explain this bullshit with my sister?!”
“Uh er well..” Draven stammered, scratching his head as he felt himself get put on the spot. “Jobs a job Morgana…I didn’t expect her to be there. Besides, you have to admit” he nodded to Kayle, staring at her exposed butt cheeks that were revealed by her g-string. “Your sister is pretty hot.”
That was the straw that broke the camels back. Morgana hated it when she was compared to Kayle, especially now when Morgana thought she had the upper hand by proving Kayle was a hypocrite. Stepping forward to Draven, Morgana let all her rage out as she screamed at the top of her lungs. “OH SO THAT’S WHAT YOU LIKE HUH? NOT REAL WOMEN BUT TALL BIG BREASTED BIG ASSED BLONDE sl*tS LIKE MY SISTER?! WELL FUCK YOU DRAVEN!!”
Morgana was so focused on shouting at Draven that she didn’t realize Kayle was on her feet again, slowly walking towards Morgana from behind. Kayle didn’t appreciate being called a sl*t and was even more sour about Morgana destroying her armor. Bending down slightly, Kayle reached out, grabbed both sides of Morgana’s skirt and pulled it down to her feet.
Morgana’s eyes grew wide as she felt something slide down her legs and spun around immediately, letting out a huge gasp. “WHAT THE FUCK!!” But it was too late. Morgana looked down and saw her pale white legs and the white cotton pair of plain bikini briefs with a halo and wings and the words “Angel” written on it.
“Now who’s the hypocrite?” Kayle asked with a smirk as she saw Morgana standing there in her prissy cute panties.
“YOU b*tch!!” Morgana shouted as she folded both hands over her panties.
“Now that’s a surprise.” Draven said, “I thought you’d be wearing thongs and leather since you’re such a rebel.”
Morgana turned around and slapped Draven across the face, her own turning a dark shade of crimson as she heard the laughter around her grow with people in the halls pointing at her panties. “Shut up!” she said, “I’m still a rebel…I just…like these panties.”
“Eew!” one of the goth girls said as she looked at her hero, her tiny butt hidden under the boring cotton panties that didn’t even curve around the tummy area to match a sexy style. “I thought you had style Morgana.”
“What?” Morgana said, looking at her disappointed fans. “No…I do!” she pleaded, “I have lots of style. I’m still bad!”
“Says the chick with Angel written on her panties” Draven said.
“Shut the fuck up Draven!” Morgana shouted and then turned to Kayle. “I’m going to kill you you fucking sl*t!” and with that she reached out to grab onto Kayle’s hair, pulling it as hard as she could while also throwing her weight forward. Because her legs were still wrapped up in her skirt, Morgana tripped on the skirt and fell forward with enough force to send Kayle on her back.
“CATFIGHT!!” Draven shouted as he watched both underwear clad women pull at each other’s hair, while their exposed bodies jiggled wildly from the force. Kayle’s breasts swung side to side while Morgana’s also managed to spill out of her shirt, showing off two dark purple nipples.
“Eek! Stop! My breasts are showing!” Morgana squealed, stopping to hold her breastplate up against them.
“Get over it you prude!” Kayle shouted, grabbing onto the center of Morgana’s top and pulling down as hard as she could. “You started this by Jinxing me.”
“Ahh! Someone help me!” Morgana cried, horrified as she saw her C cup breasts drop down after being set free. She tried scrambling to her feet to run away, deciding that her pale white tits were more important to cover than her cotton panties. As she got to her feet, she saw her goth fans shaking their heads and walking away but not before laughing at their weakened hero. “Wait, come back!” Morgana pleaded.
“I’m not finished with you Morgana!” Kayle shouted, spreading her wings as she tried to fly to her sister but before she could move, the window in the ceiling above shattered and a blinding bright light appeared before them.
“ENOUGH OF THIS!” a loud, echoing voice shouted. People gasped as they looked up at the sky and saw another angel appear from the roof. She wore an armored breastplate over what looked to be a dress made of silver chainmail. In her hand was a large, wide-bladed sword. Keeping her in the air were two wings, one was white like Kayle’s, beautiful feathers flapping in the wind. The other was like Morgana’s, black and rigid, looking too frail to keep anyone in the air and yet they worked in sync with the white wing. Covering the woman’s fair skinned face was a helm that did not cover her long silver hair that flowed beautifully two and fro.
“Mom?!” Kayle shouted as she looked up, gasping once more at being caught without any clothes and turning her body to the side as she raised a leg. She knew she didn’t have enough hands to cover her nakedness, but this was the best she could do.
“Mom?” Morgana said as she turned around and then screamed before placing her arms in and upside down “L” to cover her breasts and underwear. “Mom, I can explain!”
“How dare you two?” their mother called out, hovering several feet off the ground. “You have both brought shame to our family with your own hypocrisy and childish bickering. Worst of all, you did this in the halls of the League!”
“It’s not my fault!” Kayle shouted as she pointed to Morgana. “She ruined my armor!”
“Silence Kayle!” her mother commanded. “You have no position to judge your sister, not with the way you’re dressed. You look like a stripper!”
Kayel’s mouth dropped as her cheeks turned crimson from her mother’s comment. Her legs shuffled against each other as she regretted choosing her g-string to wear in battle. Indeed standing in front of so many people in her smallclothes made her feel like a stripper. Her mother wasn’t done scolding her. “And to do such vile things in front of so many people! Even though she is rebellious, at least Morgana was noble enough to keep her virginity!”
Everyone in the halls all turned to look at Morgana who was so dumbfounded she actually let her hands drop to ball her hands into fists. “MOTHER!!!?” she whimpered, “All these people!” she looked at the spectators, and then Draven who was laughing with Darius. “Draven it’s not true! I’m not a virgin! I’ve had lots of sex I swear!” Morgana rambled, so eager to keep her bad- girl image that she tried thinking of any dirty sexual thing she could think of. “I’ve done it with men and women!”
“Suuure prissy panties.” Draven said, chuckling as he saw Morgana squeal again when she looked down at her panties and bent down to pick her skirt up to cover herself.
“Oh no you don’t Morgana!” her mother commanded, drawing her sword in a downward fashion in the air. Instantly, Morgana’s skirt was pulled out of her hands and sent to the ground. This was one of their mother’s powers, telekinesis, and she also used it for another purpose. “You shall both be disciplined for shaming our family.”
Both Kayle and Morgana screamed, looking at each other before turning to run for the doors. “NO mom! Not here! Please I’ve been humiliated enough!” Kayle cried out, reaching her hands around to cover her bare ass cheeks that were dancing with every footstep she took.
“Enough of your whining!” her mother said and raised both hands in a downward fashion.
Morgana was the first to feel a tug on the back of her panties and then the air of the room blow against her exposed white tush. Her running was stopped when she saw that her panties were around her ankles and her dark purple triangular patch of pubic hair was showing. Flashes started going off and Morgana could see paparazzi taking pictures of her naked body. “NOOO!! Mother please!” she begged as she squeezed her legs together to cover her pussy.
Kayle also felt the tug on her tiny g-string, nearly tripping over the skimpy fabric as it wrapped around her legs like a silk bola. Kayle’s gasp was deafened by the gasps made by everyone else in the room once her pussy was exposed. It was completely shaved, the outer pink lips of her labia poking out and just above her sex was a tattoo of a barber style mustache much similar to Braum’s with the words “Lick here” tattooed above it. “OH MY GOD!” Kayle screamed as she shut her eyes and covered her pussy.
“She has a tattoo!” a fan shouted and pointed.
“Where?!” Kayle’s mother asked, floating to the ground. “Show it to me!”
“No mom! I don’t have a tattoo!” Kayle tried to say, but then she was forced to spin around with the help of her mother’s powers. With all of Kayle’s might, she tried to keep her hands over her tattoo but then she felt a strong force pull them up, giving the rest of the crowd in the room a full glimpse of her hairless tattooed pussy.
“Damn!” Darius said as he stared at Kayle’s tall, curvy body in all its nakedness. “Braum you lucky dog.
“Yeah Kayle. What’s a matter, you should’ve gotten Draven’s mustache tattooed there.” Draven said.
Tears leaked through Kayle’s shut eyes as the comments were shouted. She just wanted to crawl under a rock and die after one humiliation after another seemed to come at her. When she opened them she saw Braum staring at her lower regions and saw a smile creep across his face.
“Eh..I don’t know what to say Kayle…but Braum is always glad to oblige!”
“Silence cur!” Kayle’s mother shouted, pointing her sword at Braum and slashing it in the air. Immediately Braum’s belt broke in two and his pants slid to the ground, showing off a pair of white bikini briefs with cow spots printed on them.
Everyone in the room pointed and laughed at the Freljord warriors’ underwear and he let out his own squeal before picking up his shield and using it for cover. “eh heheh..cows are noble animal yes?” he said as his face turned pink.
While Braum bent down to pull up his pants, Kayle and Morgana’s mother returned to her daughters who were both moving their arms in different places of their bodies to cover as much as possible. “As for you two.” The mother said as she raised her sword. “It’s time to be punished!” WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!, she swung her sword with forehands and backhands.
Kayle and Morgana both started to scream in pain as tiny flames danced on their asses. Morgana’s cute little butt started to turn from white to red as her mother’s spankings got hotter, causing the rebellious angel to cry out fresh tears. “MOOM! STOOOOP!! I’M AN ADULT! I’M TOO OLD TO BE SPANKED!!”
Kayle’s ass was slightly larger and so when it was hit, her ass cheeks would shake with great force, long horizontal red welts forming across both sides of her derriere. Kayle weeped but kept her cries silent, too busy looking at the laughing faces of all the League spectators getting pictures of her public spanking. She knew that after today, there was no coming back to the League, not for either of them. For Morgana, she could no longer be seen as a badass rebel, not with the pathetic cries she was making. As for Kayle, she knew that her loss would be told to all the other champions and that the public shame placed on a woman’s sexual exploits were enough to ruin her career. Women and men would judge her as a sl*t and it would be years before she could win a victory and not feel that shameful stigma attached to it.
When their mother finished, she looked down at her daughters and saw that both of their asses were covered in red welts. The pain was so much that both Kayle and Morgana were on their knees, even in a more submissive position than before. “You will both come back home and pray for forgiveness.” She said in a calm voice. “Now stand up and walk the rest of the way out, without your clothes. Your walk of shame is not over.”
Slowly, both Kayle and Morgana rose to their feet, keeping their heads bowed down as they covered their exposed crotches and breasts before walking towards the door. The humiliation of their being naked was shadowed by their spankings, reducing them from adult angels to sniveling babies. With their panties around their ankles, Kayle and Morgana could only walk in a sideways waddle, their legs spread far enough so that their underwear stretched out for all to still see. It looked almost like a ceremony the way their mother followed them. Cameras continued going off as people tried to get a few more pictures of the two angels, their red asses practically glowing. It wasn’t until they were out of the room that someone shouted, “Let’s hear it for Teemo for getting us more naked shots of League champions!”
“TEEMO! TEEMO! TEEMO!” people cheered as they raised their hands in praise to the tiny Yordle.
Teemo stood high on the riser to the portal with his hands on his hips, feeling like he had just won a two versus one victory. His victory was cut short when he heard the doors to the hall burst open and the voices of two women.
“WHERE IS THAT LITTLE SHIT?!?” Ahri could be heard shouting.
“I’M GOING TO GET THAT FOOTAGE BACK, EVEN IF IT MEANS NAILING YOU TO THE WALL!!” Vayne added.
“Uh oh!” Teemo said before stepping into the portal and disappearing onto summoner’s rift for his own safety. Even when it came to revenge, there were always casualties.
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