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The Night Before the Match.	By : IcyNymph Category: +G through L > League of Legends Views: 17113 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-The Night Before the Match.
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I'm not sure why I place so much effort into making these encounters make sense. Reading lore and checking character backgrounds to make sure the plot can be held together, and if it was to actually happen in the game, no one would say it's out of character. If anything, what Katarina wears in this is probably heavily out of character, but as a writer, it's easy to make vague reasons for it to occur. Anyways, I hope you enjoy.

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Plot, straight, vaginal, anal, slight roughness.

Within the walls of the Institute of War, meetings were being held to discuss solving another conflict between the nations of Noxus and Demacia. It was a change of pace for the leading members to invite many of the champions though to participate in the coming match to meet before hand to get a feel of their opposition and their allies alike. This has occurred before, but it was not often advised given the deep conflict held between Noxus and Demacia.

Garen had finished given young soldiers another moral boost about the horrors and powers of war. Teaching them how important it was to always push forward. Never surrender. Fight for Demacia! The speech always changed in some way but the message was always clear. Don't desert, fight with power, slay your enemy by slaying his ally. Garen was silently proud of his accomplishments and the role he played in keeping his homeland safe.

Setting up in his room, the rugged man cracked his neck and set his sword next to the bed. Setting his heavy shoulder plates down and removed his gauntlets. His massive belt soon followed as well as his heavy boots, leaving him in a loose fitting leather armor that was covered in cloth. He looked like a commoner almost as he sat at his desk to review the papers before him. Information he was given about the upcoming match and who his opponents would be. Normally the League did not offer a roster of who he was to fight. The issue was fishy at best. However the strong willed commander was content with having an idea of what to expect.

Leblanc. What a twisted sort she was. Garen would not even bat an eye at the name before skipping over it. He knew ways to quell the magical ways of the deceiver and had no fear in her being against his troop.

Sion. What a brutish figure he was in life, and now as an undead juggernaut rolling the field he was an even larger threat. Being dead seemed to hinder fear and cause more of it. Again though Garen was unimpressed with the tactics of this Noxus roster. He was bringing able bodied and venerated League champions. Sion would just be a mere annoyance.

He skimmed over the next set of names, finding them less consequential than the first two until he read the last name.

Katrina.

Sitting back in his chair, the sun had set outside, the moon was high and gave a beautiful glow across the land. The light impressive in his room with the glowing orb high above the world freely making it's presence known through the double windowed door balcony. Two candles were left lit on the desk he sat at, illuminating his face.

“Katarina.” He said in a hushed voice, eying the paper as if he could burn a hole through the material. The Noxian Commander and privateer was leading the charge once more. Another opportunity had been placed for Garen to attempt to subdue the blade mistress. Disarm her of those daggers finally and prove his metal was worth more than hers. He could only stare at the paper and think of their previous encounters. The fights they had. The equal level they both were paired together on despite his advantage of range, or her advantage of speed.

Setting the paper back down on the desk, he raised an arm and leaned forward onto the desk, staring down at it as he had already began his next move to finally best the woman in a match. They always were drawn. Whenever one would finally achieve the upper hand they worked endlessly for, a distraction would present itself for one to be free. As Garen recalls their numerous encounters, he knows it was his life sparred thanks to the ever beautiful and ever silent Sona. Her crescendo stirring Katarina off her mark and causing her to leave the might of Demacia to live another day.

“I'll get you yet, handsome.” She'd mocked at him before jumping away with such grace. Only a few seconds before was he about to lose his head. Eyes were peering deep into hers as they were nose to nose, feeling that cold metal against the skin of his neck. Sona was truly the best ally he ever had the pleasure to have support his group. Always kind. Always there to help at the right time.

In his quiet reminiscence, Garen was oblivious to the fact the wind was blowing a ruckus in his room. The candle light was flickering and the drapes rustling from the wind. Outside the streets were quiet as most were in bed or holed up in the Leagues only pub at the Institute of War.

Before Garen was able to recover from his thoughts, he replayed that scenario one more time in his head, much more quickly and skipping to the part where he felt that cold blade on his neck. For there was a cold blade against his neck. The pressure was heavy but not threatening, yet. Behind him Katarina stood. Arm resting above his shoulder, firm grip on her dagger as she pressed the steel into his skin. Her other hand keeping her second dagger at his ribs. Without his armor, or sword in reach, Garen was in the worst possible position.

“Hello handsome. I have found myself to have gotten you.” She mocked him in that voice of hers. So powerful. So devious. So feminine.

“Hello kitten. I don't suppose you will allow me my sword for a fair fight.” The might of Demacia inquired. He was ready to face his end. He would not plead for his life or cower before her. If anything, he wanted to die in battle, not to an assassination.

Laughing, Katarina gave a quick push at the blade on his neck, still not cutting skin but showing her position was flawless. “Darling. Why would I give you the opportunity to best me when I have proven two more times now that you will always find yourself at the end of my blade? You lost this encounter when you allowed me to enter you room.”

Garen would sigh at such a simple mistake, knowing he should have prepared better even in such a well guarded and neutral place. “Fair enough. My death will here will only force your teams defeat in this next match. But I am forfeit, a good trade off for you I know.”

The woman laughed again before leaning closer towards the rugged mans ear. Did he just feel her lick him? Madness must be creeping into his mind. “Oh handsome. You're mistaken this once. I am not going to take your life, yet. Tonight is not the night of your downfall.” She'd muse into his ear.

“Then why are we in this position?” He inquired without moving. His pose and calm were perfect given the situation of his life possibly ceasing.

“You called me kitten. I find it hilarious. And since I have two on you, and you're so honor bound, you wont kill me if I spare you this once. Your death should not come from cowardice.”

Garen felt the blades leave his neck and ribs, noting the sound of metal rubbing against leather and the footsteps of the would be assassin as she backed up. The wind had died down so the lighting from his candles were able to give enough light within the room to view Katarina fully. Standing up from his seat and turning on his heels, the mighty commander held a dumbstruck look as his biggest foe, his most crafty nemesis, the most beautful and deadliest assassin in the land was standing before him in a cat outfit.

A white band wrapped over her head with two white ears sticking from the material. Leather belts wrapped around her neck and under her shoulders, where her blades were kept secure on her back. A strapless white frilly top was wrapped around her hefty breasts, a generous amount of cleave shown. Below a set of belts rounder her waist holding her third blade. She was wearing some sort of furred underwear with a tail dangling from her rear. Her boots went past her ankles with a white furred cuff up along her lower legs to mid calf. Same on her arms rested soft fluffy wrist bands with gloves. Gloves that had small claws on them. Her bangs shaped her pretty face and he could faintly see the black lines on her cheeks, imitating whiskers.

“Katarina.... what is this...?” Garen asked in the most unprofessional sounding voice he ever carried in his life. This only caused the cat girl to laugh hysterically as she stood there. Her chest bounced with laughter, covering her mouth before her hands would move down and rest on her hips. Thrusting one him to the right, she gave a sexy pose and leaned forward a little to let the slightly taller male get a look at her creamy bust.

“I don't feel I have to explain why I am dressed this way. Further more, I wonder if I have explain to you what you should do about it.” Giving a wink, Katarinas face twisted into a devious grin.

Garen once more could not help but find himself in a stupor. Blinking his eyes a few times he gazed up and down over the form of the would be assassin. A moment full on tension and devious snickering was held before Garen mentally shrugged his shoulders and rushed across the room. With a shout he was surprised that he was able to grab the woman. Picking her up and pushing her up against the wall that was a good five feet behind her, she landed with a thud and another laugh from the impact. The bulky male would find her arms wrapped around his neck and their lips locked in a sloppy display of passion. Her fingers raked against his neck as the unarmored males torso had the woman completely pinned into the wall.

With Katarina unable to move, Garen was easily able to let his strong hands roam across her kinky dressed form. His torso keeping that busty woman unable to move. Her legs lifted up and ground against the sides of his own. While the fuzzy facial haired man took liberties to press his hands fully across her luscious curves and over the still covered breasts, he took further rights but pulling down on the flimsy top and grabbing her breasts fully in both hands. Her nipples were hard as rocks and as he rubbed his thick thumbs across the sensitive pink nubs he would be given the beautiful sound of her moaning into their sloppy kiss. Tongues were twisting and flicking at each others, raking across teeth and lapping at lips.

While her top was discarded to the floor, her booted feet rubbed into the casually dressed commanders side, effectively tugging down on his leggings till they dropped to his ankles. With that she immediately felt his prick spring from the former confines of his pants and rub against her thigh. Apparently the Might of Demacia went commando.

Their kiss parted and Garen lifted his head back, the two well respected and highly skilled warriors stared at each other with pent up lust. Katarina moved a hand from Garens neck and ran it down along his well toned body. She reveled in being pinned to the wall by such a specimen of manliness, finding little like it in Noxus. Not with this sort of intensity at least. “My my Commander Garen. Do you always get hard as a rock when you're staring death in the face?” She'd taunt him with that laugh, lower in tone this time as her voice was more sultry. That hand of hers finding it's place on his rigid cock, stroking the thick eight inch member. Her hand just barely was able to wrap fully around it's girth.

“And do you Commander, always present yourself in slutty clothing to your enemies to get fucked?” He sneered back, licking her lips as they would grow at each other. His body pressing roughly against hers to remind her she was the one trapped. This made Kat grunt and rub his dick faster.

“As the greatest assassin in all of Noxus, and the only foe you have never beaten, you should know disguise is the best way to take advantage of a mans stupidity. Meow.” Kat mocked him again, feeling him pump his body at her again. She felt like she was being squished but the main was refreshing to the girl who never was bested. Of course this was a different situation.

Garen moved his hands from those glorious globes, giving them both a hard pinch and watching her face involuntarily twist into mild pain from the rough touch. Those thick fingers tugging the fluffed panties to the side to expose her hot sex. Unable to pull them down with her legs lifted and clinging to his sides. Garen was wasting no time as he unceremoniously reached for his cock, brushing Katarinas skilled hand away and guided himself to her entrance where he gave one quick thrust. Kat groaned at the intense insertion, her pussy already wet with her eagerness.

He would find she was an easy girl to penetrate, finding no resistance but was quick to note how her muscles grabbed at his dick as he started to thrust. Full, long powerful strokes as he matched their aggressive passion from combat to their now aggressive desires in coitus. Katarina glared longingly into those fired filled eyes of Garens as his hips pulled back and drove the full prize home in unhindered movements. Even as she wrapped her legs around his waist and locked her legs in place did he not slip up in his craving to fuck the wanton whore. She gave a mixture of grunts and moans with each thrust and with her hands not able to play with his dick, they rubbed up under his short and scratched at his chest. The claws on her gloves trailing along his skin and with the crazed nature of his fucking, even pierced his skin in places.

The mighty leader let out a growl as he pulled back and pushed with a pelvis crushing thrust, knocking Katarinas body so roughly into the wall that her head bounced off it and sent her off kilter for a moment. Her spurts of laughter and moans ceasing to just a groan, recollecting herself as the man she often claimed minor victories in battle pounded at her relentlessly. She was quick to recover though and in response pulled her hands from underneath his shirt, knowing if her pulled that move again she'd rip his heart out. Not wanting to murder her temporary lover, Katarina returned her hands to his shoulders, massaging the massive shapes as her body bounced lightly into the wall.

Her cunt was throbbing within, the hot velvet interior sucking on his dick with every thrust. She flexed the muscles in her tight love tunnel to really work the man over, showing him how much of a master she was in everything she did. With his eyes full of lust, she could see the desire in them to dominate her. There was no hatred in their glare. There was lust and admiration alone. His thick tool felt wonderful. The bulbous mushroomed head rubbed along her canal so pleasantly. That squishy tip and it's ridge finding all the right spots to hit as she manipulated it's course with every hump. The rest of his length was nothing short of extacy.

Without warning the two moved from the wall. Katarina lost the support of the solid surface but Garens hands were on her ass, squeezing roughly as he walked backwards towards the bed. Falling back onto the satin sheets, he gave her butt a tap and grinned up at her. “If you're enjoying your efforts so much commander, perhaps you should show more enthusiasm.”

Katarina gave a glare, finding her hands back on his chest as she peered down at him. With the extra support she began to bounce her hips. Half way up his dick she'd lift those thighs of hers before plopping back down. Her butt jiggled sexily as it was her turn to fuck the opposing champion. Her breathing becoming heavier and dressed with her moans. Garen left one hand on her ass while the right moved up to grab at her tits again. Fondling between the two fleshy orbs. Teasing the nipples, caressing the flesh and giving small slaps. “Come on Kat. Grind those hips of yours. You're under performing.”

Not enjoying the taunts, Kat bottomed herself onto his dick and groaned. Her hips began to rock back and forth as she just rubbed her puffy pussy lips into his pubis. Her muscles spasming and flexing inside her tight twat as she humped him. Garen could only roll his head across the bed a few times with the different approach to pleasure. He wanted to cum, but it was at this point he did not want to claim defeat by spraying first. This bitch was going to need to release first before he'd let go.

She was wise to his plans however, noting as she rubbed into him how little action he was taking in this position. He was grabbing her ass and touching her breasts. Now she could just feel his cock twitch less and the vein pulse. Knowing he was trying to hold back from cumming first, the red haired woman was not going to let him have such a victory. Her own pleasure was about to peak. “Hmm.. handsome. Finding it hard to hold back?” She cooed.

Garen glared up at her, admiring that his biggest foe was still showing how smart she could be. “It will be easy for me to best you even in the bedroom, little Katarina.” He would retort.

Giving a hiss. Yes, a hiss. Kat stopped her thrusting and lifted her hips up. “I am not that small you barbarian. I'll get you to blow your load soon enough!” She threatened.

The male only watched as she twisted on his pelvis. Turning her back to him. As he slipped out of her cunt some of his pre and her juices had collected on her labia. Cream from her vagina had leaked onto her thighs and his cock was certainly very slick. Further more, some of her liquid had slid between her butt cheeks. Knowing it was going to hurt giving his size on the initial thrust, Katarina gritted her teeth, knowing he could not mock her as she used one arm to prop herself up on the bed. The free hand moved between her legs to grab his meaty wet prick and rub the head along her pussy. Getting the tip soaked further before she moved the head to her ass. Garen could not do anything to stop what he was about to experience, letting out a loud moan of extreme pleasure at the sudden drop. Her butt was grounded into his crotch with the tightest possible orifice clinging to his dick almost painfully. The woman having fully speared her tight asshole on his hard rock without so much as a flinch.

Kat's face did twist into a grimace and her groan of pain and pleasure was masked by Garens own lustful cries. His hands were on her hips. They both stayed like that for a moment as Kat moved her other arm back for more support. While she knew Garen was just loving the new tight and molten dark cave he was buried in, the girl felt her anal ring burn with an uncomfortable fire. There was pleasure for her though and it was going to be felt as well as the pain as Garen grew impatient. His hands began to lift her body up and down, impaling the beautiful woman in quick thrusts. His care not centered at all if she was uncomfortable with her anal experience. After all, she started it.

Kat's plan would prove to succeed in time. As she felt her body start to tingle with electric sparks of pleasure and imminent orgasm, Garens own body was trying to not loose control of it's own control. The woman's strategy was full proof though and Garen would not be able to stop stuffing her hot ass with his throbbing dick. The pleasure was to much. His balls started to tighten as his climax drew near. Her bubbly butt was exotic in how it slapped into his pelvis. The slapping noise of skin an extra bit of pleasure to his senses. Kat's own needy body finding the anal romp exquisite as it was cruel. Keeping true to herself and finding pleasure even in pain the girl road out with her back to the man.

Garen moved his hands up to her breasts and gave Katarina a rough tug, pulling her back flat along his body as his hips did the work. His warm breath was on her neck and soon his lips. Licking and kissing her skin. “You dirty, cheating whore. I'll get you for this.” He growled. A few more thrusts. Heavy, full on manly thrusts and it was soon over. The large phallic object stiffened up and soon waves of semen found itself in the darkest place within the Noxian commanders body. They were both lost in each others pleasure. Moans filled the room as the lewd scene came to a conclusion. Kat's own body was twitching in her orgasmic delight. Feeling her muscles tighten up all over, including her anus as she was like a vice. Garen was sure she'd suck his dick off with her gorgeous ass. The seed he was planting was thick and copious. Not to mention almost searing hot. Katarina had anal before. But not to such a devoted man. Not with such a large dick. And never had she felt the cum pour into her bowels before.

As the lady of the night laid back against Garen, they were both panting. Exhaustion was claiming both of their bodies. Katarina could feel Garens dick becoming limp inside of her stretched and sore asshole. Garen in turn could feel his cream sloshing around inside of her bottom as he was still firmly embedded inside of her. His hands continued to rub along her breasts and then down along her stomach. Kat had turned her head soon after, eyes glazed over with longing. They were speechless as a kiss was shared. A more tender and thoughtful embrace. A hand brought up to caress the peach fuzz on his cheek. They would hold this position for what seemed like hours before the woman who started it all, pulled away.

Slipping off Garen, she felt empty suddenly as his cock was no longer inside of her. Standing next to the bed she pulled her top up and then fixed her furred panties. Letting out a sigh, she felt her ass throb from the pain, but her body was still lost in the afterglow of her orgasm. The cum lodged in her butt was seeking to escape. This was going to prove hard for her to dash across rooftops without making a mess of herself. Staring at Garen, who decided to just move his hands behind his head, watched her back. Satisfaction on both their faces, as well as uncertainty.

They were the only two people they knew that could prove a real challenge to each other. Their ideals were too far apart. Their heritage and beliefs separate. Their lust, or maybe it was their love, however, felt intense.

Gathering her thoughts, Katarina just gave a playful grin and blew Garen a kiss. Giving a sexy step as she moved towards the balcony. “Since you came first, that's three I have on you. You're losing your stuff there, handsome.”

Garen could only grin. “This time, beautiful, I think I can live with letting you escape.”

As Katarina winked, she was off into the shadows of the town. Lost to Garen until their match would be held the next day. His battle strategy would have to change with the light of the evenings events. He was going to have Katarina. He would pay her back for those three times she bested him.

And he believed he knew how.
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The Night Before the Match.