Chapter 3 - Retaliation (AKALI/SONA)

Nothing too fancy. Akali on Sona. Almost consensual.

Took me long enough. I know this won't be worth the wait, but at least i hope you guys can tell me what you like and what you don't.
Except releasing the next chapter faster of course, but the good thing is the story is getting over its difficult and boring part.

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So the mute dickgirl came. 

Akali stood up, she was wearing a T-shirt and shorts, with no underwear. Well, she was at home, alone, so this was her casual outfit. While her shirt was slightly oversized, which didn't show her erected nipples, the shorts betrayed its owner by exposing the small bulge, and if one looked closely, they could see a small stain on the top. She couldn't help the urge to stroke her cock eagerly while waiting for the prey to enter her trap, and while she still had enough self-control not to ejacuate before getting the real prize, her cock tip was already wet with precum. Was it the anticipation that she could take a virgin's hole that made her so horny, or was it the memories of agonizingly exquisite delight from Ashe's heartless ass-wrecking which she both tried so hard to deny and embrace? Maybe both. Nonetheless, it was pointless to hide the boner, as the assassin knew exactly what she was going to do, and she was straightfoward. 

Or at least she thought she had been. Maybe Sona too had a vague idea why she was summoned here? Well, ready or not, here i come. Akali ran to the door with a sly grin.
The little girl already had already spent quite a while considering at her home. Should she just ignore it? That way she would risk having her secret exposed. And that meant losing the chance to be with her crush. No, anything but that! Even if Caitlyn didn't feel disgusted with her immature dick, Sona still wouldn't be able to give her pleasure as a real dickgirl. To the mute girl, Caitlyn was everything! And what if people told Caitlyn that Sona had masturbated with a finger deep in her asshole while thinking of her? 
For now I have to obey Akali. Besides, what could she do anyway? Doing harm to others is against the League's rule, so she couldn't do anything like that. Wait, could she? But only the likes of Jinx would hurt people for fun. Akali is not like that all. She is... respectable. She is an assassin, she has her codes!

And here the musician was, hestitated for quite a while before finally mustered enough courage to ring the bell as she stood in front of Akali's house. 

Or for now it was Akali's house, to be precise. Upon entering the League, each of them was given a private place to stay until the war ends. Each place's coordinations were kept a secret and can only be accessed with the right passcodes, so no one could bother another unless they wanted to be bothered, just like in Akali's case right now. Those places varied from big mansions like Ashe's to a small house like Akali's. Of course, the bigger, the more expensive, and the rent will be subtracted from their earnings. Big mansions with all the convenience with maids moving all around like Ashe's costed quite an amount, but she was a queen. Unlike those outlaws, it was not money she was after, but the strength she would need to make the Freljord great again. But that doesn't mean Akali was an outlaw either. She was an assassin, being an assassin means working alone and as secretly as possible most of the time. Why would staying in a house be different? And still, they were all called legends after all. Even as a small house for free if they didn't want to pay for a luxurious place, it was still worthy for a champion to stay in. 

After half a minute but felt like half an hour by Sona and her heartbeat countings might tell the same thing, the door opened. Before her eyes were Akali in her casual clothes, with no mask, hair hanged loose. Short T-shirt exposed her well defined stomach, just muscular enough. Her legs were smooth and slender, and while Sona's skin was ruddy white as all Ionians were, Akali's was paler, in contrast to her ravenblack hair. But no, the most important thing was between her legs, and as Sona saw the bulge, she couldn't help but blushed, while still staring at it. It was her first time seeing one, and especially, from a cold and ruthless assassin. Until Akali snapped her out.

"Welcome to my place. Now, come in". Sona looked up, but instantly moved her eyes low again, shyly stepped inside, and then turned around to see the ninja closing the door. Akali gestured Sona to follow her, and they both came to her bedroom. Sona realized that Akali chose the same kind of apartment to stay in, and the ninja's casual girl-next-door look made her feel easier, to know that the menacing woman walking before her had at least some things common.  

But the bedroom itself was quite different, as one would expect from an assassin. It felt a bit cold and empty, as there were mostly only standard furnitures of the apartment itself here. Akali clearly didn't have much to bring. And then her line of thought was cut short as she heard Akali closing the door behind while she was busy looking around. Speaking of which, they came here to...
Like someone who had stayed quiet for a very long time, the small cyan haired girl gulped, then focused for a second. To let out her voice.

"What do you want from me?"

Akali's eyebrows lifted. She was surprised, as a sweet, echoing voice spoke inside her head. But not too surprised, being the Fist of Shadow have brought her eyes to many stranger things. 

"So, let's get to the main topic. I know the secret you keep on the lower half of your body. And i will keep your secret with a price: spend this night with me. That's all. What do you say?"

Well, that confirmed her guess that Akali only saw her masturbating and not what before that, and what a big relief it was that Sona let out a sigh of relief. But the condition itself was quite unexpected. Sex was what the assassin went after?  The idea of having sex with someone other than Caitlyn never came to her mind. She wasn't against it, she just didn't think that could happen at all, given the fact that no one was interested in her personality for some consensual way, and she wasn't a slut to let anyone get their way with her just because they wanted to. But in the end, she certainly didn't know anything about Akali, so whatever the condition was, maybe she would be surprised too. And well, there was only one rational answer.

"... I accept."

Akali managed to hide her mental grin. 

All was going just as planned. 

And then, she took a step foward and that startled Sona, the plump girl immediately stepped back, but got blocked by the bed and her back fell to the soft mattress. She climbed onto it too, and they faced each other. The helmet covered her face and also hid her blush as Sona could almost felt the warmth and arousal in the ninja's ragged breath, as she took a whole look closely at the DJ outfit below for the very first time. 

She looked even better up close. The suit had no gap at all, it was truly like a second skin, wrapping every inch of Sona's body flawlessly, exposing every single sensual curve the musician had to show. This was the very thing that obsessed Akali and many other champions ever since the day they saw it 2 months ago. Well, there was one thing different. Her face was covered completely, instead of just the top part as before. Her cyan hair, which was as fresh as the sky, now looked so shiny as if it was illuminating some kind of soft light, and it felt so calm. Couldn't calm her sexual urges though.

While she was not sure if Sona had the biggest boobs in the League because she didn't actually ask others' breast size, she could deffinitely guarantee that Sona's melons were the best. In the world. And Akali almost drooled as she rested on top of Sona's belly and used her free hands to grab those buns. Sona unconciously held her hands up in a defensive gesture, but shyly put them down and tried to look away, but was unable to do so because she was wearing a helmet with two big locks for her hair on a bed. And thus after a while feeling awkward, she peeped at Akali to see an assassin losing her cool, and it made Sona aroused as well, letting out muted moans, as her partner's mind was completely hypnotized by the juicy melons. 

Well, that was why she chose to hide her face completely.

Like a child playing with mother's tits, Akali gropped them, her fingers sunk into the fat like marshmallows even with the fabric's resistance. Even Ashe's weren't this big and soft! Hah, no wonder why Sona chose to move by floating on air instead of walking. Such huge boobies would be so damn heavy for her shoulders and every step she took would juggle them for everyone to see! The very thin layer of the suit was blocking her touch from feeling the real flesh, but that gave place for imagination, and it was even more erotic. Like how she could grip the suit with both hands and tear it apart so Sona could taste the shame as her whole cowtits are left exposed! 

But no, not yet. Not because she didn't want to damage the clothes. Clearly Sona didn't need it in the first place. However, she must act gently, for now, so Sona would drop her guard and enjoy this night, and then fall into the trap. Oh, and then Akali was so going to enjoy it to her heart's content. 

Remember: be gentle.

As her fingers ran onto the top of those mountains, Akali noticed something strange: Why does it feel like she has no nipples? Those parts feel just the same as the rest of her tits. If the suit is this tight and thin, then shouldn't it show a small bulge at the very least?

From below, Sona could do nothing but to feel Akali's touch running all over her, and she could see what was going on inside the assassin's head, and this situation was so awkward that the small girl decided to explain herself.

The suit doesn't deform itself for the shape of my body. The opposite, actually. It has a predefined size for every little details and my body has to deform itself to fit inside. Like my nipples and... and... my crotch.

Well, okay, now that was new. Akali knew how advanced technology has developed, but what kind of geniusly perverted mind would create such an outfit!? An outfit which expose all of its owner's curves but still hide the parts that need to be hidden? 

Science really had gone too far.

Not that she had anything to complain though.

"Then how do you wear this thing?"

Sona pointed a finger at the glowing triangle on the middle of her cleavage. "Um... when i want to wear it, i-i just put this button here on my chest and press it, my body will... automatically be covered. And i-if i want to undress, i just have to press it once more."

"B-but... i can dispose any part of this suit at will, so..."

Akali knew what the mute girl was about to ask. She doesn't want me to see her completely naked. 

I'm gonna make you my personal whore anyway.

"Yes, i understand. So... can i look at your tits? Please?" Akali asked with a gentle smile.

Even though Sona had known it would come to this and she already had her favored choice, it was after a moment of hesitation that she took a deep breath, and then the fabric started to decompose into several tiny squares and finally vanished into thin air, leaving her nicely shaped breasts fully exposed for Akali to admire. But all Akali could see were the tender nipples, and she swallowed hard. Had to admit every part of those boobs belonged to a flawless masterpiece. The aroelas had a healthy pink hue and the skin was smooth, which gave them a perky look. And even her ripe nipples were no minor either, each was at least half the size of a thumb. They were slightly wet and shiny from the tiny amount of sweat, and Akali couldn't resist the urge to have a taste. An eager kiss was placed on the left nipple and then her tongue instantly coiled around it, while the other one was occupied by her right hand, her fingers played with it, giving a soft pinch.

Ashe had taught the assassin what to do with tits and her practices made perfect, which were too much for the virgin to handle. She shuddered in response to every move, her head thrown back, her breaths became more and more ragged and labor. Akali too could feel it, and that the nipple was getting hard under her twirling tongue. And she felt the urge to try something she hadn't been able to do before.

She gave it a light bite. Immediately, the body below her stiffen and spasmed. Things grew more intense as Akali rubbed her teeth on it, while her right hand pinched hard on the other nipple. Sona's feeble libido was wrecked by the incredible new-found sensation on her erogenous zones. Her miserable dick came immediately, wetting her crotch. It would take a while for the suit to get grid of the stain. She wanted to cover her face in shame, but realized she was wearing a helmet all along. Akali noticed what happened too, and she smirked satisfiedly.
The result came out far better than expected of the first try, since Ashe never allowed her to try this. Well, that was reasonable, she always just wanted Akali to be a submissive bottombitch. Fuck you Ashe. You Freljord Queen of the whores. Hope you will enjoy your life staying on your knees swallowing cocks while i keep this cumdump for my own!
 
"Can you dispose of the part down here too?" Akali asked as she climbed down, facing Sona's genitals. Sona knew she had no choice, and thus her tiny 10 years old's dick and ballsack, covered by more foreskin than the actual size of the dick itself, was exposed. As she just reached orgasm, it looked even more miserable, pretty much as frail and and fragile as a newborn bird, cowering in its nest. And that bird got wet by her own watery cum! 

"I think It looks very... cute!"

"R-Really?"

Akali chose to reply with acts. It was definitely not something worth putting in her mouth but Akali still did. She had to show Sona that having a small dick doesn't mean that you can't enjoy a blowjob. Oh wait, blowjob was only meant for big and strong dicks, since a dick this small probably would cum the moment she sucked on it. Anyway, that dick was in her mouth now. Sona clearly was having a good time enjoy the warmth and sloppiness for the first time everOn the contrary, Akali couldn't feel anything at all even as she sucked it so hard, her tongue just ran on the soft skin. The taste was just a bit salty, and mostly came from Sona's sweat alone. 

There was not a single thing close to the overwhelming smell and taste of sex and arousal when Akali lapped on the Freljord Queen's cumstains.  

"Why am i remembering it now?"

Trying to shake it off her mind, Akali focused her attention on the pretty ass. As she gave it a smack and grabbed it, Sona knew what she had to do. She rolled over and lifted her ass up high, while her hands reached out to a pillow in front of her and buried her face with it.
"Come on, you know what to do now, don't you?" Akali moved her palms back and forth on the surface, massaging Sona's buns through the thin layer of fabric. But even though Sona had revealed them, she still kept her asshole hidden, and Akali couldn't understand why. If there was something about her more annoying than her stuttering mental voice, then it was her airhead. She had masturbated out in the middle of a warzone, why does she have to feel ashamed exposing her asshole anyway? 
Akali grew tired of asking, so she gathered saliva on her tongue and sticked it out. After a moment of carefully positioning herself, she gave Sona a long, sloppy lick from the scrotum to the pucker, and when she reached the O-ring, she pushed her tongue on it, swirling around from the outside.

Sona shuddered at both the sensation and the feeling. Akali wanted to lick her ass! Yes, please!

Now her buttocks were finally on full display. Good. The pucker looked pretty nice. While Ashe's was darker and had a lot of wrinkles, and Akali had no idea nor bothered to check how her own looked before and after 3 months of buttfucking a 9-inch cock, Sona's was pink and pretty smooth. As its owner was breathing heavily below, it too was continuously spreading and closing itself slightly, almost felt like a living thing, and with it Akali could see the red membrane inside. But of course Akali wasn't going to put her tongue in it, not before Sona cleaned it first.

And that was enough foreplay already. It was time to fuck. Good for both of them, Ashe was a great teacher. And the student remembered her lessons pretty well. The girl had already accquired the same lube her queen used... no, that woman used, waiting to use it on a girl who would spread out her butt to take the 6 inches cock. But that never happened. All the girls who she had gotten her hands on were too well acquaintanced with buttsex to require some lube in their ass, especially for a cock as small as hers. And things were pretty simple and easy for both of them, since Sona had enough experience firsthand to masturbate using one finger with no lotion required.

But the pleasure brought by her finger was nowhere close to that of a real, hot shecock, trying to penetrate her most taboo hole. Akali kneeled behind, one hand grabbing that perfect ass, and one hand guiding her own member at the virgin but naughty pucker, getting the cock tip inside, then stopped. While the mute girl's hole accepted the stranger inside quite easily compared to her first time, it was still so damn tight and warm, and Akali felt so good from both the sensation of the O-ring and the fact that she was the first one to take this ass instead of anyone else, almost made her cum. 

And she started to fondle the perfect buns below her eyes. Definitely could give them some slaps too, but not yet, Akali. Not yet. So she just trod in carefully like a explorer in a new cave, as it felt so good that she could cum immediately if she lost control for even a second. They sweated like crazy, Akali from trying to slide her cock deeper inside, Sona from trying to keep it spreaded open to welcome her first guest. When it was finally balls deep inside, Akali threw her head back and took a deep breath. Ashe clearly was too experienced and well trained, she made it look like this was just some child's trick. So she resumed with slow and steady thrusts.
"Sooo... what do you think? Am i doing well?"

"Y-yes... yes you are... It feels... very good..."

"In that case... Why don't you put in it some effort too? I'm getting a bit tired here."

"Huh?"

Akali's movement started to slow down and eventually stopped. Sona looked over her shoulder to catch the ninja's sinister and sultry eyes staring at her.Then the girlcock left her loosened backdoor, and Akali laid down, arms behind her head, her erected dick pointed upward. 

"Now tell me... what do you want to do?" Sona understood what this was all about. So she stumbled on her feet and got up, about to position herself on top, but Akali sneered "Hey, i have been asking you nicely all this time before doing anything to you, and now you just use me like an object? Where's the manner?" 


"Uhm... Can i... sit on your... c-cock?"

"Oh no, i think you can do better than that. Come on, opening yourself a little bit won't do any harm. Or i'm afraid you will live a boring life masturbating with a finger or two up in your ass because everyone thinks you like to be an introvert!"

"Your voice is a melody too, Sona. You should speak more. And trust me" - She stared into Sona's eyes as her lips moved sensually - "Everyone loves and tends to be a whore in bed".

And so all the mental images of her making out with Caitlyn, indulging themselves in pleasure were brought alive. Maybe her cock couldn't please the , but Vi was welcomed to join too, and they would worship that dick. It was a distant and illusive future, but now Sona knew what to do. She should be more active!

So she squated above Akali's standing cock, spreading her thighs wide, her arms put behind her head to leave her naked glorious cleavage in full view, now looked even bigger from below. "Please... let me pleasure you with this d-disgusting sh-shit-hole... Please give me your dick...! I... need it... inside me!"

"Very well. I had expected better, but at least you tried. Okay, take your reward!" 

"Thank... youuUhm...!" Sona then staggered on her feet and sat down, her weight rested on Akali while 3 inches of cockmeat went balls deep inside in one go. Her body arched while her eyes rolled up, shredded tears of joy and her tongue lolled out too, though the helmet prevented Akali from seeing it.

Oh, but she would. Very, very soon.

The level of arousal went sky rocket for both of them and they fucked like the bitches in heat they were. "Yes, that's it! Harder!" Akali grabbed her boobies and pinched the nipples. Sona madly lifted herself up until only half the length was inside and then slammed her perfect ass down, creating erotic *Smack* *Smack* *Smack* sounds as their flesh met. There were sometimes when she moved up a bit too high and Akali's dick escaped, only to stab itself right in again. It almost hurted the way her O-ring took the chance to shrink before the meatrod stretched it and broke through with force, and Sona let out a muted groan.

But when it reached her prostate and pounded on it with pure enthusiasm? She couldn't care less about that pain anymore as she was one step closer to heaven.

It only took a couple of minutes for Sona to reach orgasm. The constant stimulation on her overly sensitive prostate was simply mind-blowing, and thus the tiny amount of cum left inside her small testicles was drained dry, which fell on Akali's crotch, almost invisible as they weren't much better than some droplets of water on the pale Ionian skin. And as Akali got the extra contraction which was the signal she longed for, followed seconds after the musician, grabbed her hips and tried to match the rhythm of the cumshots and that of her thrusts to send her spunk as deep inside as possible, screamed and moaned things beyond human language, her vision was vivid as adrenaline rushed up her brain. She couldn't hold against the tightness for long, with slippery bumps gliding all over her length, and the warmth and wetness were simply irresistible. Luckily Akali got time to recompose herself when they paused for repositioning, otherwise she would have ejacuated long ago. 

It felt as if Sona's butthole was trying to milk her! Slimy, gooey spurts of cum tainted the membrane before dripping down, acting like a natural lube, giving extra warmth and wetness to Sona's backway. Sona's face was derp, her eyes half-closed but pupils opened wide and she gritted her teeth while still smiling stupidly and drooled in her cum-drugged state. 

Sona only managed to laid down next to the ninja before falling asleep. Akali lapped and sucked on her nipple, but it was not the way a girl would caress her lover after a good mating course. It was the way one would claim their property.

This whole thing was almost ironic to think about. Ashe trained her to be a bottombitch and she hated the queen for that, but now she was going to recreate what had been done with her to the innocent dickgirl here. 
Sona absolutely had no idea. The DJ outfit looked perfect on her, but Akali told her to wear it not because the ninja wanted to take a close look at it, or to have sex with her in that outfit. No, it was a part of the plan. Only now had Akali realized how lucky she was to see Sona switching the helmet from half cover to full cover mode 2 months ago. Yes, if Sona was asked to wear such an outfit to an unfamiliar folk's place, of course she would choose to keep her face fully covered. It was the only thing a timid girl like her could do to gain just a little bit of security.

More security means less wariness.

And Sona already dropped her guard.

Akali sticked her tongue out and gave Sona's face a long lick through her helmet, all the way from the chin to the forehead. She wondered what kind of face the no-longer-a-virgin made when they fucked.

It was time to find out.