Chapter 5 - Sivir and Miss Fortune - Beginning a Beautiful Fuckship

Contains: A slurpy blowjob at the start, and lots of nakedness and naughtiness throughout. Hopefully that keeps you going to the next half of the chapter, going up tomorrow!




Syndra opened her eyes slowly, realizing she had been asleep on her throne. She yawned. Her cheek hurt from her fist pressing into it. She moved her head and realized her neck was sore from the position. She gazed around blearily. She couldn't see anybody, but a wet noise coupled with a tingle in her loins let her know why she was awake.

She looked down and found that Irelia was, once again, sucking her off, still completely naked. She was moaning and cupping her breasts, fondling herself roughly as she ran her tongue up and down Syndra's 6-inch shaft, licking and slurping away.

Syndra closed her eyes and allowed her slave to fuck her, resting one hand lightly on her silver hair. Her tongue was everywhere, dancing all around her shaft while her throat massaged her cockhead. Holy hell, could this little virgin lick. Syndra realized through her haze of pleasure just how vivid Irelia's daydreams must have been. Her lusts had been just barely contained, locked away by the idiocy of the Ionian law.

Syndra looked at Irelia's eyes, which were wide open and staring. She followed her gaze straight to the crystal chalice they had filled together earlier, filled to the brim with their combined lusts. She smirked. "Thirsty?"

Irelia practically speared herself, roughly jerking forward and back and spreading her saliva all over the delicious meat as her own 10-inch cock bounced and throbbed. "Mmmmmm-hmmm," she said, trying not to slow down the blowjob. She arced her back like a cat, flaring her ass to give her mistress something to look at as she went. An intense smell filled her nostrils as she exposed her dripping pussy to the air. Syndra felt her orgasm approach, overwhelmed by her slave's expert ministrations and erotic noises and smells. Her jaw dropped and she started to pant, "Haaaaahhh… haaaahhh… keep going…"

She sped up, going almost twice as fast as before. Her lips dragged easily along the thoroughly-slick cock, her small breasts jiggling away.

"Nyaaaah… Naaaaah-hah-ha… Hnnnnnnng!" she moaned as she felt her cock thicken with her virile sperm. A second later it spurted out of her large cockhead, sliding over Irelia's tongue and instantly coating her mouth white. Irelia sucked desperately, drawing out as much as she could while rolling it around with her tongue. Mistress tastes soo good…

Syndra was panting with exertion, she was sucking so hard that it almost hurt. "G-good girl," she said, as each new wave of cum went plopping straight into the mesmerized girl's stomach. "Nnnnhh… You're so… So good at this…" she trailed off as her orgasm kept her body tingling.

Irelia wasn't finished, and immediately came back in and glommed on to the lengthy prick again, instantly deepthroating her as she pressed her nose up into Syndra's shaven crotch. The dominating mage threw her head forward, gritting her teeth, her recent orgasm making the stimulation twice as intense. She stood up, knocking the cum-addicted slave away from her and onto the cold stone. Irelia blinked, tears filling up her eyes as the dick she craved swayed tantalizingly only a few inches above her head. "M-Mistress!?"

Syndra looked to her side table, and handed over the chalice they had filled with cum. "Here. Drink up."

Irelia slurped it down greedily, her throat moving slightly with each exaggerated gulp. Syndra could feel her shaft start to harden at the lewd display, but she angrily slapped it back down.

"No," she said to her dick. "You've had enough desperate Ionian whore for one morning."

Irelia rubbed Syndra's thigh desperately. "Y-Your slutty cum-dump would gladly take more from your wonderful hard cock, Mistress…" she said convincingly.

She had a hard time keeping herself soft after that promise.

She paused. "Come with me," she ordered. She stood, cramming her cock into her waist-belt and shaking her head, allowing her lush silver hair to billow over her shoulders. She began to walk majestically out of the dilapidated stone room, pretending she had not just been given oral, Irelia following along behind her on her hands and knees.

They left through the vaulted door, and entered into the vast circular hallway that curved around her throne room. Syndra turned right, and started to walk down the enormous hall. The vaulted ceiling seemed to be entire floors above them. Irelia stepped meekly behind her.

They traveled wordlessly along the cobblestone floors, passing detailed carvings in the walls and many more archways. After a few minutes, they entered one that appeared just as nondescript as the others.

Strange garments floated there, suggesting the form of a human without being what you'd call clothes. They were similar to Syndra's garb, but more revealing- The getup was essentially a cocktail dress made of belts. Sets of purple leather straps wound together, meshed with draping cloth that would be skin-tight once it was put on. Syndra motioned. "Take one and put it on."

Irelia danced forwards, excited at the prospect of dressing like her obsession, Syndra. As soon as her fingers touched the leather, it sprung to life before her eyes, quickly wrapping its way around her body as she giggled.

It covered not much more than her genitals and some other choice skin: The garment was as revealing as possible, designed to show off a woman's hourglass figure. Her torso was naked until just above her nipples, where two large purple cups rose to cup her medium breasts, woven into the leather that ran across her upper back and stomach. One belt stretched around her waist, then suddenly tightened like a leather bodice, enhancing her already-impressive curves. Another belt rested on top of her legs, keeping her hips flared erotically. The final belt was much thinner than the others, a transparent purple that showed off her navel- And other things. It came down from between her tits, and it stretched all the way around her genitals, clutching them tightly to allow anyone who happened to glance her way an eyeful of the outlines of her dick and pussy.

Syndra felt her penis twitch. "…You… wear it well…"

They exited the room, Irelia skipping happily, excited to be dressed like the slut she felt like.

Down the circular hallway they went, passing another half-dozen enormous stone arches before Syndra turned again. Inside was a nearly pitch-dark room, the only light seemed to come from the ornate cradle in its center. The room was very tight, perhaps only five meters across, but its darkened ceiling was so high that it could not be seen. As well, the floor was made of some kind of transparent material, like glass, that they could step on but could not otherwise detect. Through the floor was another pit of blackness, just like the ceiling. It felt to Irelia as though she had stepped into a huge egg or pill. In the center of the room, overflowing with light, was a large basin filled with swirling purple water.

"What is this place?" asked Irelia honestly.

Syndra stretched. "This is my scrying room… With it, my eyes can travel all across Valoran."

"I don't understand, Mistress," said Irelia, trying to be cutesy.

"The pool can show us whatever we wish to see, simply by asking it."

"And what do you plan to ask it? …Mistress?"

"We are going to use it to spy on our fellow champions. We will keep watch on those who I've deemed useful, those who have their own brands of magic- We will watch them and wait, strike when they are weakest. I will corrupt them, just as I corrupted you. They will join my enclave, and they will turn their powers towards its protection. We will live here, in my castle, isolated from the foolishness of the League."

Irelia nearly squealed. "You mean I get to share this wonderful feeling with others?"

"In your free time, perhaps."

"Wait, why did you take me? Am I magical?"

Syndra caressed her silver hair lovingly, licking her lips suggestively, nearly making the girl melt. "No, but every mistress must have her first slave. You will remain my first, and you will train as my bodyguard, while continuing to serve as my personal cum dumpster."

"Do you think, if you add a bunch of ladies to your harem- if you use your dick more often, then it might grow like before?"

Syndra tapped her chin. "It's possible," she said.

Irelia giggled, running her palms across Syndra's already-bulging crotch. "I hope Mistress gets an even bigger dick so she can jam even more meat down my slutty holes… Mistress."

Syndra shuddered. She batted away the overly-touchy slave, freeing herself from the distraction.

"Open, scryer- Show me where the magic lies."

The swirling purple liquid whipped itself into a whirlpool, its color slowly draining to the edges before disappearing. Inside, an image swam into view, and the water finally settled into a crystal-clear and calm surface. It showed a bustling brick-and-mortar drinking establishment, squirrelled away in one of the seediest corners of Bilgewater.

"What Fortune," she breathed.

*

Miss Sarah Fortune was just finishing up her first drink of the evening. So far, a normal, average night in Bilgewater. There had already been a bar fight.

She wiped the beer from her luscious ruby lips, glancing around as she felt her cheeks getting warmer. The pirate queen could hold her liquor in some ways, but the urge to fuck was harder to ignore. She swiveled in her chair, her blood-red hair bouncing, and she checked out all the possibilities.

Fortune had spent many years of her life at the pub, and she knew all of the regular girls by name. She knew most of them carnally, too. Their names popped into her head at the same time as the phantom texture of their bodies massaged her head. "Mmmh... who to take tonight?"

She could practically see them without their clothes on, already kneeling and sucking away on her thick dick like the submissive bitches they were. The tent in her pants was growing, and she threw back the last of her drink.

The barmaid walked by, the very definition of a wench. She wore a frilly white cabin dress, carrying a tray of six beers in one hand and sashaying with the other. Her big breasts were on full display, almost a square foot of cleavage showing. Every time she bent over, her too-short skirt stuck up and gave anyone behind her a very intriguing look at her panties and tiny cock.

I choose you, she thought to herself. Sarah didn't bother stopping herself as her hand reached out and goosed the barmaid, her voluptuous ass squishing out delightfully around her fingers. The woman gasped but did not otherwise react, well-accustomed to this sort of thing.

She got dirtier, slipping her hand under her dress and really grabbing hold, her pinky sliding across her panties. The woman moaned, turning around to look at the aggressive pirate with a distressed expression. "Please," she seemed to say, "I just need to do my job."

Allowing the clients to do what they wanted, within reason, was part of the job. She could not say no. It would be even more dangerous to defy a League champion. Worst of all would be to piss off the dreaded M.F., who had the power and influence to wipe a person off the planet.

The doors banged open, and Sarah turned slightly to see who it was, without taking her hand off her glorious cheeks. She was thrown for a second to see her fellow bottom-laner Sivir waltz in with a confident strut.

God damn it, that's my move, she thought to herself.

Sivir stopped walking and put her hand on her hip, pushing it forward almost as if to show off her long tanned legs. She surveyed the room, subtly licking her lips. She strutted up to the bar, not giving Sarah a second look as she sat down right beside her and addressed the bartender.

"Gimme the Shurima Special."

He kept on wiping a mug. "You know that shit tastes like sand, right?"

"Yeah. It's fucking gritty. That's what I like about it. The fuck you stock it for if you're going to insult it when I ask for one? Get lost."

He eyed her with distaste and began to pour what looked like beer with literal grains of sand in it from a barrel made of yellow wood.

"Hey, Sivir," said Sarah. She never passed up a chance to get into an argument with the suntanned slut.

"What the fuck do you want?" she replied, never taking her eyes off the mug.

"Well I was just wondering what you were doin' here, darlin'," she said in a ditzy western voice.

"Mind your own fuckin' business," she said, taking the glass from the man.

"Ooh," she cooed, "Sand in your panties?"

"Fuck off," she said, beginning to drain her drink.

"I only ask, because-" and here her voice shifted to her usual, sultry, syrupy tone- "You look awful. Those new clothes? That new summoner image? You look like some kind of bucktoothed bushman," she drawled.

Sivir slammed her drink down and shot back instantly, her eyebrows in an arch. "Fuck you, you under-powered summoner's-reject!"

Sarah's face flashed with anger, her voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "Nobody talks about my pick rate that way."

Their foreheads clashed as the two women growled at each other, showing their teeth as their eyes tried to drill holes through each other's skulls.

"Why are you even in my fucking bar anyway, you bitch?!" screamed Fortune.

"Whatever-the-fuck-I-want-to-do-in-your-fucking-bar, bitch! And in this case, to get a fucking DRINK!"

With this, Sivir threw the remains of her Shurima Special at her. It splatted all over her jiggling tits, polishing them to a shine as the white foam oozed into her perfect cleavage.

The entire bar was looking now. Someone wolf-whistled.

"So how do we settle this?" breathed Fortune.

"Settle what, darlin'?"

She screamed and pointed at her soaked breasts, "That this is MY FUCKING BAR!"

Sivir wiggled the empty mug in front of her face. "You're as stupid as you look. A drinking contest, id-i-ot."

Sarah puffed out her shining breasts. "Fine! But prepare to get smashed at getting smashed, cause I've been coming to this watering hole for years!"

"Bartender!" barked Sivir. "Give us five each to start, and we'll just see who can make it farther!"

The crowd roared and slammed their mugs in delight. A show, a show!

*

Sivir grabbed the beer and began to swallow it without a second though, cascading down her throat with a quiet gulping noise. Fortune took her own and started to drink. The barmaid walked by, her ruffled dress was up another inch, showing off her pert ass. Her cock bumped the underside of the bar and she snorted into her drink.

Sivir slammed the mug down and wiped her mouth. "S'matter bitch? You trying to cheat by spitting it all out? You won't get the chance to spit with me," she laughed.

"Fuck off, and the beer-wench can fuck off too." She took another beer from the counter and drained it before Sivir even had a chance to stop laughing.

They raced to chug the next, and the next, before Sivir let out a long, masculine belch that the bar applauded. Sarah kept drinking, feeling the anger rise up inside her as the crowd began to support her rival. She slammed the glass down so hard that it nearly broke.

"I'm two ahead, you dumb skank, hurry up or shut up."

Sivir took the next glass from the counter coolly, and Sarah allowed herself a rest. She put her hand on her stomach and burped to herself. She felt her cock grow harder and she found it difficult to tear her eyes away from Sivir's naked stomach, only managing to start drinking again once the battle mistress had caught up.

They were five in. A man in the bar roared for another round.

They continued to chug for a few minutes, slower than before. They had both had a little to drink even before they started, and it was beginning to weigh on them.

Fortune noticed Sivir's cock had begun to rise, her loincloth tenting into the air conspicuously. It gave her a naughty thought, a way to win back the crowd. She turned her waist slightly, showing off her super-tight stomach and sexy navel, and reached down. With a zip, her cock flopped out of her spandex leggings, staring straight up at Sivir. The woman's face turned to disgust. "Whore," she said simply, and reached for another glass.

Sarah moved herself an inch forward in her seat, swiping the loincloth out of the way, and pressing her glans against Sivir's. Their cocks were completely even, both about nine inches and very thick. She looked down, blinking drunkenly, interested in this development, as the crowd roared their approval.

"FUCK HER! FUCK HER! FUCK HER!"

The two women went head to head, literally. The fight became sloppy. Sarah licked and smacked her lips, tousling her hair in an effort to be as attractive as possible and make her lose her concentration. Sivir, in response, shoved her hard, her hand disappearing into Fortune's bounteous and slippery chest. It took her a few seconds before she was able to withdraw it from her spongy softness, but was not able to keep her hands on the task at hand. As she guzzled, she stared at Sarah's rock-hard nipples.

Sarah giggled. She felt light-headed. "All of your skins… suck… you're the definition of trash. I could lift you twice just so you'd have farther to fall."

"Get on… my level, shkank."

Fortune could see her rival's cock throb, and saw a clever way to cheat her way to victory.

"I'll let you motorboat my titsh if you take a sshot."

Sivir seemed to wobble a little bit before her eyes locked onto Fortune's huge chest. "Now that'ss… Thass a good idea," she slurred.

Fortune waved her hand, and the bartender put down a shot glass full of purple liquid. She handed it to Sivir. "D-drown it all, dearh…"

The crowd gasped as she threw her head back, taking it all in a few seconds. "WOOOOOO!"

Sivir leaned forward, burying her face into Fortune's bounteous chest. She blew a loud, wet raspberry and shook her head from side to side. Sarah laughed drunkenly and wobbled.

Sivir came up for air some seconds later, her head drooping as her unfocused eyes searched around for the next beer.

"Wh…where's it…?"

The bartender shook his head.

Sivir slapped the table as she tried to stand. "Baaaaaaaaaaaah. What a washte of time. I'm outta here-"

"Ohhh nooo… you aren't," Sarah said drunkenly, grabbing her by her scarf, "I whin thish contesht, sho… uh?"

She noticed out of the corner of her eye- The bartender was putting her glasses away too. He winked. "I think you're both about done."

"Wuh- wuh!" she gasped. "W… Well th'n who's gonna win?"

He shrugged. "You gals want a room to sleep it off? Y'can decide in the morning."

An entire barrage of wolf-whistles followed this suggestion.

Sivir hiccupped. "N-Nah, but you jush want ush to buy a roooom…"

Sarah swooped in and pressed their mouths together passionately, tantalizingly wetting Sivir's lips with her tongue, wiping her lipstick across her face as she came away. Sivir looked up with one eyebrow raised, her mouth drooping. Sarah giggled.

"Lissen… I wan' you, and you wan' me… I... Let'sh jush go."

Sivir blew a raspberry. "Like I'm goin' anywhere wiff you, ya dumb… fuckin'… whore… Y'know you're so fuckin'…mm… hot? Shit, I don't… Shit, you're hot."

She tittered. "You are too, you shtupid cunt. Bartender, givvus my usual room, then lock the door behind us, aight?"

The crowd booed and hissed as Fortune escorted Sivir across the room to the stairs, their cocks hanging out limply. They would have to imagine the show for themselves.

But Syndra would not.







Not too much sex in this one. The sex part of this chapter is going up tomorrow night, so keep your eyes peeled and your dicks hard.