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We Are Struggling Together	By : CecilHoshino Category: +G through L > League of Legends Views: 23747 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Riven looked at her sword, the heavy broken iron on a hilt whose pommel had long since fallen off, leaving it as a hunk of steel. Although it carried such painful memories, it still offered a promise of change. She knew how to repair it; once she found a cause worth fighting for again, she would reassemble it and stand proud, not as a Noxian, but an honest warrior.
It was why she came to the League of Legends. All around Runeterra, the finest warriors, wizards, and scientists came to compete in this grand arena. Well, them, and the occasional weirdo. But everyone was here for their own purpose, and all had been admitted after a look into their hearts. Surely, someone here would have a cause worth fighting for, someone who could use her help, to whom she could dedicate her sword.
She rotated her shoulders, looking over her team. Didn't seem like a group she could rally behind, unfortunately: there was a young boy...girl...child in a parka, riding atop a mangy looking yeti; a giant, sapient tree, kinda against all magic, not the kind of company she was that interested in keeping; a creature from the void that, if it weren't so ugly and slobbering corrosive vomit, it might be kind of cute; and the sorceress, LeBlanc.
Riven had heard of LeBlanc, and of her order, The Black Rose. How they were the whisperers in the shadows when Noxus was still a monarchy, rather then a meritocracy. That it was the Black Rose that seemed to be the ones really in charge. But like other children in Noxus, she just figured the Black Rose disbanded after the monarchy was replaced. She at least figured LeBlanc would look a little older.
As it stood, LeBlanc looked a bit...different. Festive. Her hair was let loose and rolled down her neck, and a sprig of holly berries was in her hair like a clip. Her previously barely-there outfit was replaced by a red corset and red miniskirt, both lined with white. Her legs were lined with thigh-high high-heeled snow boots, and her cape was replaced by a red winter cloak with white fur trimmings. Riven even noticed her staff was different, a shepherd's crook with the magic gem normally present now in a lantern. Riven had to admit, LeBlanc looked more...approachable in this outfit. After all, it was the holiday season in Runeterra.
Oh well. No allies to be found among this lot. Perhaps her summoner for today had something she could rally behind; after all, the League was founded as a gladiator game to settle political disputes without going to war. Perhaps they had an in on a cause worth fighting for.
As the party was warping to their destination in Summoner's Rift, Riven spoke on the link only she and her summoner could hear. “Master Summoner, what is the dispute this fight is settling?” she asked.
“Losing team pays for the winning team's pizza and booze tonight,” he answered.
“Of course.”
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So far, the match had been going quite well in their favour; Riven managed to hold her own against the Ionian sword mage, forcing her out of the top lane several times, even managing to take her down in some one on one fights (and luckily, whenever the monkey man was about to ambush her from the forest, somehow Maokai was always there to bail her out). She could never see herself trying Irelia's style. She may have more angles of attack, but Riven's sword was all she needed. Besides, she had full control over her weapon, or something. She wasn't sure what happened, but those times when Riven had Irelia on the ropes, she seemed to lose control of her weapons, causing them to plunge into her own chest. It was hard for Riven to watch.
Likewise, LeBlanc seemed to have the middle lane pretty much under lock and key. Anivia was giving a valiant effort, but it seemed no matter what the phoenix tried, LeBlanc was always a step or two ahead. Still, if there were a champion more suited to facing LeBlanc in that outfit than the ice phoenix, Riven couldn't guess.
Really, it seemed like only the bottom lane was having some troubles; Nunu, Willump, and Kog'Maw seemed to be getting their butts handed to them by that combination of Ashe and Sona. Very basic, but apparently very effective, with the more technical two just barely managing to keep up.
Riven suddenly heard Maokai's voice; apparently, his summoner was helping project the tree's voice to her. “Riven, LeBlanc, our jungle's clear, elders up. Go get buff. I'm gonna go clear our the enemy jungle.”
She had to admire the speed at which that tree got to work; apparently, he was built for the jungle life. As Riven rushed off to claim her blessing from the elder lizard, she shook off just how lame that accidental joke was in her mind.
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Riven cleaned off her broken sword. Even against Irelia she had yet to need to reforge her sword, she certainly didn't need it for the monstrous rabble. As she slung the broken iron over her shoulder, she looked to the sky, her brain going into communication with her summoner. “What's the situation look like in the Top Lane?”
“The minion wave is giving a big push. Looks like Irelia's gone bottom, and the enemy creep wave will be wiped out by our own minions by the time you get back.”
Riven clicked her tongue, and shook her head. “Ah, but it looks like LeBlanc's heading back to mid. You could meet her there and take on Anivia 2v1,” the summoner continued. This was better news, and Riven nodded, running off for mid lane.
She pushed through the jungle brush, before she suddenly felt a throbbing pain in her forehead. “Ah...!” Riven shook her head, her vision still a little fuzzy, before her eyes adjusted. “What was that?” She was only met with silence. “Summoner?”
She didn't have communication with her summoner any longer. “That only happens when Nocturne uses that Paranoia spell of his...” she mused. Considering he wasn't on the field, though, this was like a total disconnection from her command centre. With only her line of sight around her, Riven decided to hunker down for a while, see if this would sort itself out; it tended to do so.
The bushes near the wraith camp should suffice. It was a popular place for the midlane to come, maybe she'd meet LeBlanc, or get the drop on Anivia. Riven crouched into the bushes, and began to wait. She didn't have to wait long, though, when, in an explosion of smoke and magical energy, LeBlanc suddenly appeared in the middle of the wraiths. The three lesser wraiths shrieked as they faded away. The last, greater wraith, let out its own shriek, one of anger, as it lunged for the sorceress, who was already gone.
LeBlanc then came running around the bend. “Must have been her Distortion spell,” Riven whispered to herself. “I gotta admit, it's a solid hit and run technique.”
The festive dressed sorceress threw out an ethereal chain, which wrapped itself around the wraith. It began to glow brighter and brighter as the wraith struggled, before the chain, and the wraith, exploded. LeBlanc smirked confidently, and stepped into the middle of the ring that once housed the wraiths. She examined the area, and nodded, confident no one could look in from the middle lane.
“What is she...” Riven muttered to herself, previously assuming she was considering distorting over the wall or something. Her answer came when LeBlanc lifted her staff, and stroked the lantern containing the gem. “Oh...”
Yes, Riven was familiar with the rumours, that LeBlanc was one for, literally, dancing with herself. Each of the champions taking part in the League had their own sort of dance they tended to do in victory, but LeBlanc seemed to have a, well, partner, in her gem's reflection.
As LeBlanc opened the lantern and gently stroked the gem, Riven was about to roll her eyes and even gag, when suddenly, in a puff of purple smoke, a second LeBlanc was standing in the ring. Instead, Riven's eyes widened in surprise. Just what was she doing?
The original LeBlanc approached her copy, and stroked her cheek. “Hello, gorgeous,” she purred. “You're looking very good in that.”
The copy LeBlanc wrapped her arms around the original's waist, her finger tips gently brushing just past the hem of her mini-skirt. “Let's face it, I fall more in love with you every day.”
Riven managed to keep from actually saying anything out loud, but her lips moved very clearly to say 'the flying fuck?'
The two LeBlanc's shared a soft chuckle, before gently pressing their lips together in a soft kiss. As they spun around and continued to slow dance, Riven started finding it a little difficult to tell the two apart, before one managed to knock the holly berry clip out of the other's hair. At least it was something she could keep track of.
LeBlanc, the one still with the hairclip, soon broke the kiss with herself, and started to push at her cloak, brushing it off her shoulder, and soon onto the ground. The other LeBlanc smiled, and turned her back on her duplicate (or original?) and leaned back into her arms. Slowly and meticulously, LeBlanc was stripped down, out of her cloak, then her corset and skirt. Scandalously, she wasn't wearing any underwear underneath; apart from her boots, she was now quite naked. The naked LeBlanc turned her head and the two resumed kissing, humming pleasurably, as the holly haired LeBlanc started to massage the other's naked breasts.
She rolled her palms against the naked one's breasts, bouncing them in her hands as the two lavished in the taste of the other's mouth. When the holly haired LeBlanc started to tweak the other's nipples, the other pulled out of the kiss to let out an intrigued “ooh...!” The two looked at each other with lust filled eyes, before they quickly got to work disrobing the still clothed LeBlanc.
As the corset, skirt, and cloak dropped down to the pile, hands from both women ran all over the increasingly naked body. Riven had to stare; apparently, the duplicate didn't fail to copy underwear, the original went commando as well (if that was the original). Also, LeBlanc was being much more...loving, than Riven would've guessed her to be as a lover. Considering her partner, though...
The LeBlanc with the clip in her hair took the other in her arms, and the two lowered themselves on the pile of clothing, the one with the clip on top, gently grinding her body against the other LeBlanc. The two moaned into each other's mouth, the top's tongue deep in the bottom's. The LeBlanc on bottom felt up the top's butt, before giving it a quick spank, and gripping a cheek tightly.
Riven couldn't help herself, lowering her hand down her front, then up her skirt from below. She felt at her panties; the show she was getting had already made her a little wet, and as she slipped two fingers behind the silky fabric and past her labia, it was only going to get wetter.
The LeBlanc on top finally broke the kiss, catching her breath, and smiling at her mirror image. She shifted until she was sitting on the pile, and pulled the other LeBlanc so she was sitting up as well. The two shifted and moved about on the pile, until their hips were between the other's legs. With a nod, the two began to bump and thrust and grind against each other.
Even from her vantage point in the bush, Riven could hear the wet slapping of skin against skin as their pussies shared a sloppy kiss. The more they scissored each other, the higher the moans of the two LeBlanc's got, before they muffled them with one more deep kiss. Riven could even see cheeks being poked with the other's tongue.
As their stiff nipples were inadvertently rubbed against each other, the two LeBlanc's held their legs to steady themselves as their bumped and grinded down there. It wasn't long at all before their breathing got faster and sharper, and they eventually sighed into the other's mouth, their grinding coming to a stop, presumably having orgasmed.
Riven chewed her lip, in an awkward spot, her hand behind her panties, half way to getting herself off. If the two were finished...
But they weren't. The holly clipped LeBlanc smirked, and disengaged, as the other, well aware of their thoughts, shifted into a new position, on her hands and knees over the pile of clothing. She wiggled her butt, looking over her shoulder towards her other self.
The standing LeBlanc picked up the discarded staff, crouched down, and spat on the other woman's asshole, causing her to gasp and hiss pleasurably. “Mm...want you to fill both my holes...” she purred.
“I know. But that might be a bit of a problem with what I want to do to me.” The hair clipped LeBlanc stood up.
“Oh, well that's easy enough.” The LeBlanc in the submissive position turned to the bush Riven was hiding in. “You, girl!”
Riven's eyes widened in fright. “What!? How did they...!?” She looked around, and noticed something she missed before: a ward in the brush. Maokai must have set that up earlier; she still didn't have contact with the others, but apparently it was enough for LeBlanc to have known she was there the whole time. No other option; Riven stood up, and tried to make a run for it.
The standing LeBlanc threw her ethereal chain out, and snared Riven around the chest, pinning her upper arms to her sides. As Riven was pulled towards them, she struggled and strained, but let out a sigh of relief that these weren't the exploding kind of chain, just the binding.
LeBlanc snatched her wrist, and looked at her hand. “Hmm...I thought so. Flicking yourself off to our love. Hmm, I don't blame you though. What you watched was a thing of beauty.”
“And after all,” teased the still kneeling LeBlanc, “what were you watching if not masturbation.”
“Quiet, you,” LeBlanc cooed with a smirk, gently smacking LeBlanc across the ass with one end of the chain, causing her to yelp and coo. She turned her attention to Riven, still snared in her chain. “So, here's what you can do: while I plunder her pussy with the base of my staff here like I always wanted to try, you can lick my original's anus, maybe even finger it a little. I already deflowered that hole, so don't think you have to be gentle.”
Riven blinked in confusion, and looked towards the submissive LeBlanc, still four on the floor, clip missing from her hair, and anus still wet with spit. She looked back to the hair clipped LeBlanc holding her. “Forgive me, could've sworn you were the original.”
“And what's that supposed to mean?” the original asked from her position, before looking forward, rolling her eyes and shaking her head.
The copy's chain dissipated, and she shoved Riven towards the original. “Now get to it, and if you do a good job, I'll lick your pussy and you won't have to leave all sexually frustrated.”
Riven regained her footing, before crouching down next to the original LeBlanc's ass. She looked up at the copy again, before looking back at the asshole, and spitting on it again. She then reached in with her tongue, and licked around the rim. As she did, the copy LeBlanc lifted her staff, and gently eased in the rounded base past the original's labia, and into her pussy, as she let out a long moan that escalated in volume.
Over the original LeBlanc's gasps and moans of “yes!” Riven and the copy continued their pleasuring, Riven continuing to flick her tongue against the rim, before sticking the tip of it in to wriggle around the very base, while the copy grinned, pumping the staff in as far as she could, and out.
Riven poked at the rim of LeBlanc's anus, and slowly inserted a finger. The original shivered, and shook her ass, the sight of that flesh jiggling causing Riven to lick her lips and sink her teeth into it. The copy grinned, and nodded in approval, planting the heel of her high-heeled boot into the original's other ass cheek, grinding the point and the toe. Somehow, in Riven's mind, that was more like it.
The original was howling in pleasure, as Riven was almost up to the major knuckle, and her tongue migrating up to lick her butt crack, while the copy kept grinding her foot into her ass cheek, and pumping the staff deep into her pussy. She balled her hands into fists, and lowered her head to bite into her discarded cloak, letting out a high moan as her whole body tensed.
Riven could feel the shudders running through LeBlanc's body as she came again. Unconsciously, Riven grabbed LeBlanc's hair with her free hand, yanking her mouth out of her clothing and forcing her scream of pleasure to be loud and unobstructed. The copy laughed as she pulled the staff out like a stopper, watching the original's juices squirt out.
The original collapsed onto her clothes for a while, while Riven fell onto her butt. She wiped her mouth, dragging her tongue across the skin of her arm, trying to get the taste of LeBlanc's ass out of her mouth, when the copy grabbed her free arm, and yanked her to her feet.
“You did very good, young Riven,” the copy purred into her ear. “But if not for the fact that those were great and sexy ideas, I'd tie your naked body to a tree and leave you to rot with your filthy panties in your mouth for abusing my ass and hair like that.”
The copy slipped her staff over Riven's inner elbows, lifting her up from behind her back. She gripped her chin firmly. “But as it stands, I was in the mood for being dominated a little, so you earned your relief. If you'd please, my love?”
The original grinned up over her shoulder, and crawled around to face Riven, grabbing her belt and undoing it, and dragging her skirt and panties down in one swoop. “Oh-ho, you are absolutely soaking down there. No wonder, can't think of a better turn show.”
Any protest Riven tried to get out was silenced when the copy pressed her lips over the white haired girl's, while the original spread her lower lips, and flicked her tongue around her labia. Riven squirmed and kicked, the staff keeping her pretty locked up against the copy's body, while the original was between her legs.
As Riven's mouth was sealed in a kiss, she got quite the taste for LeBlanc. It was smoky, yet somewhat flowery, befitting a woman of smoke and mirrors. It was strong, almost overpowering, and very intoxicating. Riven found herself moaning softly into the copy's mouth, as her breast was now being felt up beneath her top.
LeBlanc purred into Riven's pussy, her eyes widening a little in surprise over how much she was enjoying the taste of someone who wasn't her copy. She buried herself a little more into it, her tongue going in deep, swirling against the inner walls.
Riven was released from the kiss, allowed to gasp and moan, any struggle now out of her system. The copy smirked down to her original, and nodded. The original grinned into Riven's pussy, nodded back, and moved one of her hands at Riven's hips to her backside. She reached back, and gave Riven's butt a firm slap.
Riven's eyes snapped open, and she jerked in alarm. She got a scream out, before the copy's hand was firm over her mouth. As Riven moaned into the copy's hand, the original returned her hand to her own pussy for a second, coating it with her spent juices, before going back to Riven's backdoor. She pressed a finger, coated with her juices, against, and into, Riven's dry asshole, causing the girl to scream a little louder, and thrash a little harder.
“You might wanna come soon, or stop trashing, because you're just gonna hurt yourself, little Riven,” the copy teased, before nipping at Riven's ear.
Riven's body decided to go with the former. With one more breath and cry, Riven's body stiffened, and she creamed herself on LeBlanc's face while letting out a long, loud, muffled moan. The sorceress lapped it up, before pulling her stained cheeks out of Riven's pussy. The copy slid the staff out of place, and removed her hand from Riven's mouth. As LeBlanc rose to her feet, Riven collapsed onto the clothes pile.
The two LeBlanc's looked at the resting Noxian, and shared a chuckle, before giving each other another kiss, getting a mixed taste of Riven's mouth and pussy. When they broke the kiss, the pressed their foreheads together. “You stay beautiful, sweetie,” the original sighed.
“I love you,” the copy answered with an honest and dreamy smile, before she started to fade away.
LeBlanc smiled at the space where her copy stood, before turning back to Riven, giving her a little kick. “Alright, move over, girl, I need to get dressed.” Riven moaned, and obligingly rolled over. As LeBlanc got dressed and Riven lay there, her skirt and panties around her ankles and looking up at the woman as she recovered, LeBlanc spoke. “As you can figure, there is no one more worthy of my love and devotion than me. But there are a rare few who I am willing to share a bed and body. Consider yourself honoured; you're quite high, if not at the top, of that list.”
Riven had to smirk up. “It's why you didn't immediately frag me after you cleared out the wraith camp,” she assumed.
“Guilty.”
“So, what was that headache I got before this all started? Did it have to do with why our summoners didn't interrupt?”
“Illusions and misdirection are what I do,” LeBlanc explained, using phantom hands to knot up her red and white corset. “I didn't really have that good a connection with my summoner, even with the power level he allowed me to get here. So I segregated from their little game for a while to set up a distortion field around this area. You just happened to stroll in at the wrong time. Our summoners will think we have disconnected, and if our teammates passed through, they wouldn't see or hear us.”
LeBlanc finished dressing up with replacing the discarded holly berry sprig hair clip, and pulled Riven to her feet. “Pull your skirt up, girlie. The distortion field's gonna fizzle out in a minute; you might want to recall back to base and get back into the action.”
Riven blushed, and hurried to pull her clothes back into place, ignoring the stain her lingering juices left on her panties. She rushed to the bush to find her sword, all while LeBlanc laughed into the back of her hand.
“You're a clever girl, Riven; you know the system in Noxus is out of order, and it needs readjustment. You're very strong to fight back that swordswoman time and again earlier in this match. And you're quite the cutie.” LeBlanc winked. “I like you. Whenever you like, seek me out, see if we're in the mood for playing with you again.” With that, LeBlanc blew a kiss, and rushed out of the field, back into mid lane.
Riven rolled her eyes. Yeah, she was gonna have to sit on that invite for a long, long time. She sighed, and focused on her Recall spell, returning to home base just in time to "reconnect" with her bewildered summoner.
The weirdest thing Riven could say about today? Despite the noticeable time out LeBlanc took and she found herself pulled into, they still rolled over the enemy team, and the two of them still were noted as performing the best in that match.
She'd never say it, but Riven had to admit, sexually pleasuring a naughty sorceress and still having time to kick ass, that was something she as proud of.
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