Chapter 1 - Kayle X Morgana

After leaving the soon-to-be-a-couple with their loving making, Desiree explored the rest of the Institute. While keeping a watchful eye for any more of the League's Champions, eventually, her unvoiced wish was soon granted as the Gendermancer heard two set of voices. Both having an easily noticeable feminine voice, realizing that there was two women nearby. Desiree smiled same way she when she confronted Katarina and Garenna, and after pinpointing the source of their voices. The Gendermancer headed off to their direction, casting an invisibility onto herself as it silences the clicking of her heeled boots as well.


It didn't take Desiree long to find the two, and from the look of their attire and wings. The Gendermancer already figured out who they were, the Judicator and the Fallen Angel. “Puuuurrrfect, let see what I can do in making you two in loving each other again.”






“Great job back there, dear sister.” Morgana sneered with a tone laced with venom, clearly upset about their recent late-night match.


“Why are you mad? We won,” Kayle retort with a mix of curiosity. Normally getting that kind of attitude whenever they lose, so it was a little shocking that her sister was angry at her after a successful win.


“I'm not mad about the match, I'm mad about you using your Intervention on that Radiant Dawn bitch!” Morgana spat as she glares daggers at her sister, eyes burning with fiery anger.


Kayle stare at the Fallen Angel with a gape mouth, which was able to be seen as Kayle has her helmet off and held under her right arm. Allowing her shoulder-length blonde hair and her smooth light skin face, along with her azure blue eyes that were filled with hurt and anger.


“She was the closest to their Nexus and got us the finishing blow, didn't even notice you were in danger till I saw you fall by Darius' ax. Don't blame me for your inability of protecting yourself, and if I'm not mistaken. You told me yourself and I quote, 'I don't need you protecting me like a weakling'.” Kayle responded as she step in close to glare back, saying Morgana's exact words to her face.


“And you best show some respect for Leona, the same goes to the other we fought and against.” Kayle continued before turning away from Morgana, leaving the Fallen Angel with a shock expression.


“You're not just saying that because you care for her?” Morgana spoke out, finally regaining her composure as she smirk a little at seeing Kayle had stop walking.


“Even if I did, why do you care?” Kayle questioned coldly without giving an answer nor turning her head to make eye contact, she didn't even wait for Morgana's answer as the Judicator just continued walking.


Morgana didn't bother to say anything as she watch her sister leave, slowly becoming small the farther she went down the hall. Morgana soon turn away and headed for her own bed chamber, fists tightly balled up as her nails threaten to break her skin and bleed.


The Fallen Angel was so deep in her thoughts, that she never notice the moving wisps of air as the one that caused it headed down the hall Kayle had took.






Kayle was just about to open the door to her room, mind buzzing with anger at how disrespectful she was toward Leona. Who she actually has feelings towards, except Leona doesn't share the same feelings for the Judicator. Kayle wasn't quite clear of who the person is that caught Leona's love, but Pantheon and Diana seem to be the most likely candidates. Pantheon being the one that Kayle favors for if it true, since she wouldn't trust the Scorn of the Moon of returning Leona's feelings.


While deep in her thoughts, someone managed to sneak up behind the distracted Judicator and struck her with a blue ball of magic energy. Forcing Kayle to be thrown into her room by the momentum of the blast, knocking her out as Kayle's vision began to blur into blackness. While hearing a woman cackling, whose voice Kayle never heard before.






Morgana slammed her door close behind her, still filled with pent up anger at what Kayle said to her. The words echoing within her head as she tries to forget them, but it was a futile effort as Morgana's mind refuses to forget them.


Fortunately, the sound of a harmonic beats drew her attention. Morgana instantly looking towards her dresser, spotting the source as golden light was pulsing through the cracks of the top draw. Knowing what it was, Morgana didn't hesitate of moving towards it and pulling the drawer open. Soon pulling out a beautiful golden feather, which was originally a pure white color, burning brightly with a gold aura.


“Morgana! I...I need your...help, please come to my room?”


Morgana jumped from hearing her sister's voice within her mind, the feather bridging a link to their minds. But the Fallen Angel could detect an oddity with Kayle's voice, along with the sudden need of her help.


“Morgana?”


“Alright...I'll be there shortly.”


And with those words mentally send, Morgana put Kayle's feather back in original place. Then closed the drawer just as the feather returns to it original white color, the link temporary severed till the need of being bridge was required.


It was form of magic with their people had made, allowing another to communicate through their traded feather. Morgana was surprise that Kayle had kept hers, of course, if she hadn't then the one Morgana had would've been turn into ash. A counter measure that happens when either traded feather was destroyed, same goes if their owner were to perish. Fortunately, the deaths that happens at the Rifts and the other battlegrounds used by the League. Didn't count as a death, since they didn't truly die as they'll soon be brought back at their team's base.


Morgana took a deep breath before leaving her room, closing it behind as the magic within the door locked it up. One of the Summoners counter measure of preventing any ill attempt between some of the Champion's with a hated rivally, Renekton and Nasus being a good example. Though Renekton is kept chained down in the Institue's dungeon, along with some of the other more dangerous Champions that required such arrangements.






Morgana was soon standing in front of Kayle's room, gathering her courage and willpower before knocking. That was instantly answered with an opening door, which Morgana quickly took the unvoiced invitation to enter.


The Fallen Angel quickly notice the room was still dark, no candles or any of the other forms of lighting were lit. The only light was the moonlight seeping through the uncovered window, basking a portion of the room with it light.


“Kayle?” Morgana voiced as she look around the room for her sister.


“Morgana...” Voiced a response, which was oddly strange sounding to the Fallen Angel's ears. Knowing it was Kayle's voice with the way it was spoken, only the tone was different, almost mannish sounding to Morgana's large pointy ears.


Morgana turned to face the source, knowing where Kayle would've been. She just figured that her sister would have moved after opening the door, but it appears that didn't happened as Morgana stared at the familiar silhouette of her sister. If she can still be called that as Morgana waved a hand towards the unlit candles, lighting them up with her magic and allowing the Fallen Angel to lay eyes on Kayle.


Who has gone through some major changes as Kayle stood before her, no longer the great heroine of their people. But a man with strangely androgynous face structure, only the adam apple and the dimple chin gave Kayle's face the features of a man.


“What happen to you, how did you...become that?” Morgana questioned with shock, clearly caught off guard by her sister's new appearance. At first, she thought it was the Summoners testing a new “skin” for Kayle. Except the aura she was sensing was different from what their magic gives off, so it couldn't been the that. So it had to be another form of magic, something she only vaguely heard and studied...Gendermancy.


“I...I do not know, someone sneak up on me and struck me with a spell...or something. Thought it was you, except her laugh didn't sound like yours or anyone else's.” Kayle explained with hint of confusion in his voice, clearly not use to his new voice.


“Her...there not many women with dark magic, but if what Kayle said about this person sounding unfamiliar to her. Then it couldn't be any one of the female Champions that are mages like herself, at least those that uses dark magic.” Morgana mentally discuss to herself, deeply in her own thoughts and ignoring the fact that Kayle was staring at her.


Not till she avert her gaze up to thoroughly examine Kayle's new manly appearance, at least what she can see as the armor kept the rest hidden. Morgana was surprise that it still fits Kayle's body, though it was an ancient set of armor from a long lost race of craftsmen. So it wouldn't surprise the Fallen Angel that it might hold a form of magic imbued inside it.


“Morgana...please stop staring, it making me feel uncomfortable.” Kayle stated as he nervously rub his right armor, an old habit Kayle use to made when they were still children. Something that Morgana would always find cute, especially when her brother was now blushing.


“Mind taking that armor off, it making it hard to studied the spell effects.” Morgana asked casually, clearly interested on how far the spell had done to Kayle's body.


Kayle reluctantly began doing as asked after giving Morgana a nod, though he was painfully doing it slow. Making his sister to grow impatient as she watches, eventually giving up and started assisting her brother in removing the surprisingly light armor.


Eventually, the two had managed to get each plate off of Kayle. Leaving him in the clothing and chainmail he wore underneath it, which sags just a tad due to the lack of his lost feminine features. And now that the obstructing armor was gone, Morgana could see how much Kayle's body became more mannish. Though he has his lean figure, but a little broader around the shoulders. Morgana was quite happy that Kayle's shoulder length hair remains, which helped makes her brother more...appealing. Very appealing in fact as Morgana unconsciously licked her lips, lewd thoughts beginning to form within her wicked mind.


“You know Kayle, you look quite handsome.” Morgana declared, smirking at seeing the shock look on her brother's face. But before he could sound any protest, Kayle soon pinned by the weight of his sister's.


Who was now holding him against the wall, partially hugging him as she pressed her pillowy chest against his own. The chainmail just barely allowing him to feel his sister's body heat, along with the feel of Morgana breasts firmly being pressed against him. Enough to pronounced her cleavage quite well, allowing Kayle to see the canyon of pale-white skin. Making the Judicator to blush greatly before averting his gaze away from them.


“M-Morgana...what are you doing, get off me?” Kayle demanded, or tried to make it sound demanding. But he couldn't muster any of it as he felt slightly weak, the side effects of an unfamiliar body as Kayle couldn't call upon his magic to assist him.


“Relax, my dear brother. I won't hurt you...for now.” Morgana coos seductively with a wicked smile, then gently turns Kayle head to make him stare face to face with hers before kissing him. Pressing her purple lips against his pinkish red ones, doing all the work for the moment as she took advantage of her brother's weaken state.


Kayle tried his best to fight back, but the moment he attempted to push Morgana off him. The Fallen Angel use her binding magic to pinned Kayle hands over his head, a ring of dark magic being formed around his bound wrist and keeping them held against the wall. Giving Morgana full control of their situation as she began to lift up Kayle's shirt, pushing it up and over his head and making a makeshift pillow of cloth and metal. While allowing the Fallen Angel to caress the expose skin of Kayle's upper body, thoroughly feeling up the contort of muscle.


Morgana gave her brother another stare, eyes full of lustful wanting, then lower her head as she began to lick and bite into Kayle's skin. Teasing his nipples with her tongue and lips, while tweaking the other with her index and thumb. Coursing a moan from her brother as she continued teasing him, smiling wickedly as she continued to torture her groaning brother.


Who was trying hard in getting his bound wrists freed, all the while, doing his best to ignore pleasure Morgana was giving him. Only to find it to be a challenge from how good it feels, despite the fact that it was just mingle teasing. “M-Morgana...stop this…it wrong?” Kayle protested as he start to thrash about to force Morgana away.


Except it only motivated his little sister as she smile up at him, causing chills to run down his back as he watch Morgana's hands with horror. Noticing they were going straight down for his trousers, which sadly has a telltale sign of how aroused the Judicator had become. As Morgana grasped the bulge through the fabric with one hand, while standing straight as the Fallen Angel force another kiss with her brother. Muffling his groans as she had started fondling the bulge, squeezing it gently before stroking it through Kayle's trousers. Eventually deciding on taking things further as Morgana pushed them slightly before pulling out a fully hard cock, that stood straight with the length of a full foot and a quarter of one inch in thickness.


“Oh my! Is my brother enjoying his sister's caring touch?” Morgana coos with a wicked grin, staring straight into Kayle's eyes that threw daggers to hers.


“Please...stop this, Morgana. Do you not have self control?” Kayle pleaded again, trying hard to convinced Morgana to stop from continuing this taboo.


But got nothing from her that sounded like she would stop, only getting a cackling laugh before he watches Morgana kneeling down. Hands behind her back as she undo her top before discarding it, allowing her breasts to bounced freely. Revealing how big she truly was as Morgana small blouse had kept them confine with it tightness, now her E-cup breasts that could almost outmatched Ahri's own were free to be admired. And Morgana smiled up at the red face of her brother, who stared in shock with a gaping mouth.


Morgana just smiled as she began stroking Kayle's impressively large cock, one hand jerking along the shaft as the other kneaded one of her breasts. Eventually tweaking her hard nipples just as Morgana began to wrap her lips around the head, slowly bobbing her head as she took more of Kayle's lengthy shaft. While being rewarded with groans by it owner, who had started biting his tongue to muffle them. Weakening by the sensation of his sister's warm mouth, no longer having the willpower to word any protest.


Which kind of sadden the Fallen Angel just a bit, but not enough to stop her wanting of sucking her brother's delicious cock. Soon grasping and pressing her large breasts around it, stroking the shaft with their firm softness as she licks and suckle the head. Making muffle moans of her own as she relish this moment, and will savor every moment of this quite fondly.


Kayle's mind was buzzing with a mix of pleasure and confusion, mainly because he never experience just things as this. At least not with another, only through mingle needs of self pleasuring with lewd imagined fantasy involving Leona. He even attempted to try and pretend it was the Radiant Dawn that was sucking him off, but the sounds of Morgana's beating wings made it impossible. All he could do was look up at the ceiling of his room, wishing he was in a nightmare of some kind.


Instead, he just suffered through the pleasuring stimulation by the Fallen Angel. Which had oddly stopped, making Kayle to look down and found his sister's clothed rear instead. Realizing that she had stopped in order to stand, turning her back to him and allowing a glimpse of her pale skin backside. That greatly contrast with the raggedy black wings, it didn't take him long to figure out what Morgana had in mind. Especially after seeing Morgana beginning to lower her gown, teasingly lowering it before allowing the rest to fall. Giving Kayle an appealing sight of his sister's naked pale-white skin body, never has he seen nor notice how Morgana's body has such alluring curves. Azure blue eyes betraying him as he admired every inch of the Fallen Angel's body, from the round perky rear to the smooth backside. Regrettably wishing she would turn to let him see those luscious breasts again, only he got something else instead. Morgana smiling at him as she stared back, cheeks tinted red as she was obviously enjoying being admired by him.


“Kayle...do you want me?”


“...” Kayle couldn't process the words he had just heard, eyes glued to Morgana's face. Shock with how she was smiling, it wasn't like the ones she would always give. It was...sincere, it gives off a feel of love and fondness. That were directed at him and him alone. The Realization causing a chorus of his heart beating, like it was at the verge of bursting from his chest.


“Kayle?”


“Yes…?”


“Do. You. Want. Me?” Morgana asked again, stepping up to Kayle again as she lean onto him. That smile still on her face as she fondly stared into Kayle's eyes.


“Y-Yes...” Kayle finally answered and was instantly rewarded with his wrist being freed, along with the warmth of Morgana's lips and body. This time Kayle return the kiss as he held his sister closer, unconsciously curling his wings over the Fallen Angel. Who was doing the same as the two cocoon themselves within their wings, pair of elegant white above a pair of raggedy black as they contrast with one another.


Within the feathery cocoon, the two siblings heatedly kiss one another. Kayle's arms hugging around Morgana's waist, while the Fallen Angel's has her arms draped around Kayle's neck. Both passionately kissing one another as their tongues wrestle for dominance, Kayle's winning the fight as he explored the warmth depths of Morgana's mouth.


During their heated kissing, Morgana decides to remove the rest of Kayle's clothes. Starting with the chainmail tunic before pushing his trousers down to the ground, which was when Kayle started to kicked off just as they broke the kiss. Pausing in order to let the lustful haze to clear from their minds.


Morgana tiptoed before lifting herself up with Kayle's aid, while allowing his little sister's to line up and take his cock. Claiming his newly given virginity as she began to ride him, hips moving as Kayle held Morgana by her rear. Letting her have the freedom of riding her brother's amazingly big cock, moaning lustfully as she arch her back a bit. Allowing her breasts to bounce and jiggle from the movement, then pushes Kayle's head gently down between them. Who instantly inhale with his nose, taking in Morgana's scent.


Kayle soon turn them around, slamming Morgana into the wall as he started taking over. Rocking his hips as he thrust deeply into his sister's womanhood, all the while giving one of Morgana's breasts some attention with his mouth. Mimicking the method the Fallen Angel had used, only he resorted to biting and tugging her nipples gently. Receiving a moaned 'yes' by the Fallen Angel, clearly enjoying the change of attitude from her brother.


Eventually, the two soon found themselves on Kayle queen-size bed. Passionately kissing as Kayle lay over his little sister, who was gladly taking the hard thrusts by the Judicator. Both enjoying the chorus their moans and the wet slapping of their hips.


“Morgana?”


“Kayle?”


“I won't last much longer...” Kayle voiced as he stare down at his little sister, growing fond of howshe blushed, especially with the voiced warning of her brother's approaching climax.


“Neither can I...” Morgana voiced as a answered, smiling up at her brother as he smiled back. Then return to their loving kiss, muffling their moans as Kayle finally began climaxing. Filling his sister with his seed as it filled deep into her insides, while the Fallen Angel tighten her hold on him as she shudder from her orgasm.


The two siblings lovingly hug one another, continuing their kiss as they enjoy their cherish the afterglow of their shared climax. Both tired as they drifted into a deep slumber, entangle to one another with their arms.


And unknowingly ignoring opening and closing of the door, the one causing it soon becoming visible once she had existed. A smile on her face as she left the two alone, while licking her wet fingers clean of her juices.