The glorious executioner spun his axes with great elegance, throwing them and catching them with great ease. His job was easy, and he loved it. Sometimes Draven got into a certain zone, and killing off his enemies became easier and easier. At the start, the brash champion found killing other champions too easy, and he would slip into a bit of a blur, chucking axes and catching them, listening to the sounds of cheering that may or may not have been present. His brother Darius took things a bit too seriously, but for Draven, it was all fun and games.
One day, on the Fields of Justice, Draven was particularly in the zone. Things were almost too easy today, he could buy whatever he wanted, he could do whatever he wanted, and he could three-shot nearly whatever he wanted. The cheers were getting louder and louder, first the support died, then the tank, followed by their mage and jungler. Finally, just as their marksman was running away, a well placed Spinning Axe picked them off perfectly. Inside of his head, chants of Pentakill were loud inside of his own head, and even the congratulations and the credit from his team were drowned out. From that sole act alone, the other team surrendered, and the thought of Draven's penta-kill stayed in his brain for quite awhile.
Back at Noxus, there was a large party thrown for the marksman. There was food, singing, dancing, and people as far as the eye could see. Taking a seat on a large and ornate chair on a stage, a faceless announced announced that there was a big surprise waiting for him. . .<|im_end|>
Ashe was a queen of Freljord, married to the mighty warrior Tryndamere, but even she was not exempt from the traditions of the League of Legends. Champions were celebrities in the league, gods even, and when one is so high off the ground, it's easy to lose yourself in excess and Hedonism. A pentakill fivesome is a tradition that caters to this hedonistic culture. If a champion gets a Pentakill during the game, he gets to fuck all his teammates.
"Splendid Pentakill, Draven," the frost archer said, stepping into the room, followed by her three other teammates. "Especially when you finished off Ashe's husband," a red haired beauty added from behind, Miss Fortune has always been up for post-league sex, but she rarely gets to indulge in a pentakill fivesome, such a thing is rare indeed.
Together, the four girls guided Draven to the master bedroom where each girl stripped to their lingerie, Ashe wearing a white bridal style one with thigh high and garters. Katarina's red lace two-piece hugged her slim figure tightly, Miss fortune was the least modest, wearing only a black thong, her breasts bouncing freely and Sona had an oriental style silk underwear.
"Now..let's see if you can get a QuadraKill in bed," Ashe said, kneeling in front of him, undoing his pants while the others watched in anticipation, hoping that he would be hung like a horse as the rumors said.<|im_end|>