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We Are Struggling Together	By : CecilHoshino Category: +G through L > League of Legends Views: 23749 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Author's Note: Kinks involved include aphrodisiacs, strap-on, (simulated) blowjob, and anal

“You have slain an enemy.”
The voice echoed in Riven's head; an annoying feature of these matches, whenever someone was felled in battle, some ethereal announcer would make it known to everyone. At this point, she had grown efficient in ignoring it, especially in the heat of battle where she couldn't afford distractions.
In a match over a dispute between two Demacian landowners, Riven was somehow drafted into the arena, alongside Lux. She also had the assistance of (and pleasure of meeting) Nami, Lucian, and Lee Sin, but, of the three, only the mermaid was still on the field with her.
The enemy champions were pushing hard against their base, and while she managed to take down the giant stone golem, he had caused enough of a hassle to leave their team, and their structures, in shambles. And without Lucian to keep her in check, the enemy marksman was running hog-wild. Almost quite literally, as Sivir, the Battle Mistress, was booking it around the base, managing to avoid every attempt from Lux and Nami to lock her up.
At the very least, for all their advantages, Sivir was all alone, the rest of her team temporarily dead, or far away but running in as fast as they could. In order to keep from being eliminated right there, Riven had to take out Sivir before she could cause any more damage.
With a dash to try and close the distance, Riven lifted her sword. One hop forward, swinging her blade out for balance; two hops, with a pirouette, her body moving naturally, to grant her the most distance; with a yell, three hops forward, this one a full aerial flip, crashing her sword down firmly.
The distance had been closed, but the sword slash only pierced that strange magical barrier Sivir occasionally threw out. “Look up,” she taunted with a mocking smirk. “See the buzzards circling?” It was probably just a play on your standard “Heads up” taunt, but it did give Riven a good look when Sivir reeled her arm back, and threw out her chakram.
Sometimes, the stars aligned, luck was on your side, and the ludicrously improbable happened. With a flinch a few inches to the side and from the angle Sivir threw her weapon, Riven managed to avoid getting any of the pointed blades in her face.
Too bad about the base of the weapon, though.
“You have been slain.”

Riven groaned in pain, her sight hazy and her head pounding. She ran her tongue across her teeth; well, thank god none of them were knocked loose, she was seriously thinking that was a possibility from the hit she just took.
She rolled over onto her back, resting her arm over her eyes as she suddenly felt a warm, orange light piercing through her lids, and her head was still too sore for that kind of crap. She kept still for a few moments, before finally pulling back her arm and opening her eyes.
She wasn't on the rift anymore, she could be sure of that. Instead, she seemed to be in a room with wooden floors. Very well kept and varnished wood, actually. And she was resting on a rather luxurious rug. As she looked around, she saw the room was decorated with treasures and tapestry, beautiful gold and rich silk. For its modest size, it was quite the lavish room on display.
“Sorry about that, kid. You were out like a light back there, needed to get your somewhere comfortable.”
Riven rolled her head towards the doorway, where the voice was coming from. Just as she realized she was looking at Sivir, still in her scantily clad battle outfit, standing in the doorway carrying a small cask under her arm and two small flagons in one hand, Sivir grabbed Riven by the collar of her shirt with the other hand, yanked her up to her feet, and pushed her back onto the bed.
“So why wasn't I on the bed before...?” Riven asked as Sivir turned to close the door (and lock it, how odd...) and then set down the barrel and cups.
Sivir turned to Riven with a coy grin, opening the cask and filling the first flagon. “Before the matches today, I had one of the staff wash my sheets. They were folded on my bed when I got here, so I set you down to tuck them in. But then you just went limp on the floor and I couldn't pull you back up. So I left you there until you regained consciousness.”
Riven narrowed her eyes. It seemed a bit suspect, especially when she brushed her hand up the bed, and felt an odd protrusion under the blankets. Sivir suddenly put her self on that side of Riven, sitting around where the protrusion was, and shoving a flagon into her hand.
The white haired exile took a sniff, and recoiled in surprise. “Oh...wow that's strong...” she muttered.
Sivir laughed. “Some wine, Gragas's recommendation. Certainly wakes you up, doesn't it?” She offered her flagon to clink against Riven's, and took a swig.
Riven frowned, thought, and shrugged, before taking a swig of her own. “So, I guess the more pressing matter is: why did you bring me to your room rather than my own?”
The battle mistress rested her flagon on her thigh, and leaned back, shifting her seat as she explained. “Shortly after I knocked you out in that last match, the rest of my squad was about ready to come back for another round. Even though the rest of your's were just as ready, with you down they realized it was a fight they couldn't win, especially not after the trouncing we gave you throughout the match.”
Riven pouted. “I thought I did well against Malphite.”
“You did, after the first ten minutes,” Sivir agreed. “Anyway, when your team surrendered, you were still in the spawning pool. So when the match ended, we were all spat out, and you were still unconscious. Lux and the mermaid made sure you were going to be okay, but everyone was already clearing out, and I offered to take you back to your room. Of course, I brought you back to my place, instead, because I wanted to have a nice talk with you.”
Riven frowned, and took another sup of her drink. She wasn't quite sure she liked the idea of a...talk.
“I heard about your story, Riven, or at least the gist of it,” Sivir went into her spiel. “Left the Noxian army, and now a wayward swordswoman without a home or a cause to call your own. Trust me, kid, I can relate.”
“You? How?” Riven asked with an incredulous raise of her eyebrow.
“I've been a nomad all my life. Between that and the mercenary business, I've been moving from place to place. Never tied down to anywhere; made enough to own several safe houses across Valoran, but they're temporary luxuries.” She looked about the room. “I've been with the Institute of War since the day of its founding, and it's the longest I've ever really had something of a home. But it's only temporary; just a place to relax after a bad job.”
The exile's face softened, and she looked into her flagon, at her faint reflection in the surface of the wine. “Are...all your safe houses as decorated as this one?”
Sivir chuckled tiredly. “Most even more so.” She took another swig. “But you know...what started making things more exciting and meaningful was when I started including others. I tended to work alone, there was more share of the loot for me that way. And my time escorting Cassiopeia through that ruin probably would've soured me to it. But then I met Nasus at the Institute. He helped me identify some Shurimian artifacts and inscriptions, and I've paid him back by helping him tend to the Institute Library. We two loners helping each other...and through it, I started to find comfort in him as a friend.”
Riven kept silent, and took another drink, this one long, almost draining her entire flagon.
“It's cheesy as hell for me of all people to say it, but it's so much easier with friends; you have guidance, and you have someone watching your back as much as you watch their's. And, maybe it's just me, but these gladiatorial sports have actually turned me back on to the idea of close knit teamwork.”
Sivir put down her flagon, and inched closer to Riven. “So that's why I want you to be my partner. Work with me and Nasus in the archives room; I'm sure he'll appreciate the help, and whatever answers you might be looking for might be in those mountains of books. And whenever we're done with the Institute, you can come with me on some honest mercenary gigs. What better show of strength is there than autonomy and independence from some all encompassing societal borders?”
Riven put down her own flagon as well, and kept staring at the floor. “The answers I'm looking for...would not be found in books. There is something I have to do, still, that keeps me tied to Noxus.” She turned to Sivir, and cracked the tiniest smile. “I appreciate your offer. Really. But...I need to think about it.”
Sivir nodded in understanding, but she inched a little closer, and then smiled rather seductively. “Sure I couldn't...convince you? There'd be other benefits of you being my partner.”
Riven let out an “mmph!” of surprise when Sivir closed the distance between them, pulling Riven in by her face to kiss her firmly on the lips. She dropped her empty flagon in surprise, and then tried to pull herself away. Despite her own strength, Sivir's grip was really strong, and getting stronger the more she deepened the kiss.
Whimpering as she tried to break away, Riven felt herself being pushed down onto the bed, her legs getting pulled up so she was laying down. She kicked her legs, and continued to push on Sivir to try and get her off.
Eventually, Sivir broke the kiss. Riven took a deep breath of air, and stared, quite surprised. “Sivir, what the he--” She was interrupted when Sivir shoved the tip of Riven's flagon in between her lips, and forced her to drink the rest of her wine, some of it trickling down her cheeks. Riven gasped again when the flagon was removed, only now her entire body was starting to feel hot. “Seriously, what...”
“If you're wondering, this isn't a natural side effect of the wine; Gragas only wants everyone to get boozed up, not frisky. No, that was thanks to a special little treat I picked up my travels.” Sivir reached into her white scarf, and produced a small vial of pink liquid. She dangled it in Riven's face. “A little aphrodisiac, guaranteed to make the ladies melt.”
Riven squeezed her legs together, breathing in very deeply through her nose, grinding her thighs against each other. “You...the cup...”
“Spiked the cask, actually,” Sivir noted, her face getting rather flush, itself. “Like to get myself as excited as my partner. Encourages me to go a little wild.” She rose up on her knees, and dropped her bloomers; her elaborate belt/loin cloth stayed on. She reached over Riven's head, placing the aphrodisiac on the dresser next to the bed. Finally, she produced, from the sheets, the strange protrusion Riven had noticed and Sivir sat upon: a large, purple, strap-on dildo. “They don't call me Mistress just because I have such a commanding presence in battle,” Sivir teased as she slid it on.
Riven tried to cover herself, despite her being fully clothed, squirming this way and that as Sivir started to find openings and peel Riven's clothes off of her. Tossed aside rather recklessly, Riven's clothes hit the floor with a thud, leaving her completely naked from the waist down, and only wearing her bra up top. The white haired Noxian stared at the strap-on Sivir brandished in her face; up close, she could notice several faint bumps and ridges, enough that she missed it earlier, but probably enough that there'd be no missing them when that toy was up her...
Her train of thought was interrupted when her head was suddenly gripped by the back, and pulled forward, forcing the purple dildo past Riven's lips, past her teeth, and deep into her throat. She choked, before she moaned a muffled protest behind the shallow pumping.
Sivir grinned down at the top of Riven's head, watching that white ponytail tuft bob with each thrust into her mouth. The mercenary cooed with arousal, as she started pushing the strap-on in further. Riven squeezed her eyes shut, as tears of discomfort lined the corners of her eyes. After a few more thrusts, Sivir pushed in until Riven was swallowing the strap-on up to the base.
Riven's eyes snapped open wide, and those tears of surprised slipped down her cheeks. She gagged and continued to squirm, as Sivir held her in place, before she eventually (with a cry of simulated orgasm), she shoved Riven back, and pulled herself out. Riven gasped and coughed and scrambled for air, gripping her chest, and wiping her eyes, while Sivir looked at her grinning with lust.
“Goddamn, that was so hot...” the mercenary purred.
Riven looked up, and opened her mouth to protest, but she stopped. It wasn't even because Sivir could've just as easily shoved the dildo back in; possibly due to the aphrodisiac, she was finding herself agreeing that she was definitely aroused, partially by that.
“So now that we're all wet both here,” Sivir gave the strap-on a slap, “and here,” she then gave Riven's slit a swipe of her fingers, “I think we're good and ready to get to the main event?”
Riven was still catching her breath, but she nodded, mutely; her face was getting hot with blush, and her head was getting fuzzy with arousal. She didn't care if she was against this not three minutes ago, she desperately needed that toy inside her, to feel those nubs and ridges in her pussy like she just did in her mouth.
Sivir grinned at Riven's approval, and she shoved Riven back down onto the bed, grabbing the exile's left leg, and hoisting it up, spreading her open so that she had a very clear shot. Slowly at first, to ensure she was lined up and comfortable, Sivir then shoved herself in up to the base once again with a firm thrust.
A scream of arousal ripped itself out of Riven's throat, as her eyes screwed shut in a sudden clap of tantric pleasure. Gasping and rendered speechless, she kept herself loose and compliant as Sivir started to pound herself into Riven's pussy, a soft thud emitting from each connection of crotch to base, a wet splat emitting from just how wet Riven was.
Sivir soothingly rubbed the leg she had lifted, kissing the sole of Riven's foot, nodding in approval. “Mm, you're doing so good, honey! Try rolling your hips while I thrust...”
The white haired exile nodded, and proceeded to do just that, thrusting her hips up while Sivir pulled out, and pulling her hips back while Sivir thrust in. That way, they kept the feeling of filling Riven absolutely full, while maintaining the bumps and physical connection of each thrust.
Panting and gasping, Riven soon rolled back her head, and let out a long moan as she creamed herself, her juices gushing around the strap-on deep inside her, her body convulsing in climax. After a few seconds, though, even as she continued to orgasm, Riven continued to thrust herself against Sivir's toy.
“Ah, that's the aphrodisiac working its magic!” Sivir noted. “Such a strong orgasm, and you're still begging for moooOOORE....” Sivir suddenly stiffened as well, her body quaking. Riven looked up, curiously, when the mercenary grinned back at her. “This...strap-on's special...it's got a smaller dildo on the inside. Doesn't penetrate me nearly as deep, but it still plays with my clit just as well. I told you, I like to be just as hot and bothered as my playmates.”
Riven found herself grinning despite herself, as she grabbed Sivir's top, and yanked her down. Sivir landed with a crash on top of Riven, letting go of her leg and allowing it to land and curl over Sivir's hips and legs. Sivir found her toy slipping out of Riven, and herself letting out a noise of surprise, confusion, and intrigue.
Sivir took advantage of this, using one hand to readjust the strap-on, getting it back inside Riven, as she used her other hand to, once again, grip her by the hair, and pull her into a firm, sloppy kiss. The two franatically humped against each other, their hips fasciliating thrusts just as deep into Riven as before. As they kiss, Sivir continued to tug on Riven's hair, directing her head in how it leaned into the kiss, allowing Sivir's tongue to go deep into Riven's mouth. She even kept clenching firmly to prevent Riven from breaking the kiss.
Eventually, the two climaxed again, moaning loudly into each other's mouth; another effect of the aphrodisiac was increased sensitivity and speed to climax.
Riven was shoved back into the bed, gasping for air, feeling absolutely light headed. As her vision spun, she could feel the effect of the aphrodisiac slowly starting to sweat out of her system. She looked up at Sivir, to notice she was admiring the slickness of the toy, now.
“Bet it's slick enough to get in there without incident,” she mused, stroking the plastic shaft. “Still, best to be safe.” Digging into a nightstand by the bed, Sivir produced a condom and a small bottle of lubricant. Slipping the rubber over top of the plastic, Sivir then poured a decent dollop of lube onto it, and stroked the shaft again.
Instructing Riven onto her hands and knees, facing the foot of the bed and ass in the air, Sivir pulled one of Riven's ass cheeks aside, and pressed the lube against her anus. The exile hissed as Sivir pumped some lube, lining the rim for entry. Giving Riven a complimentary pat on the bum, Sivir took her hips, and pushed herself in, slowly pressing the dildo up Riven's ass.
With a prolonged moan that raised in pitch the deeper Sivir slowly pushed herself in, Riven found it remarkable just how easily it was going in, since she thought there was a lot of tightness and resistance to be had. Perhaps her body, despite her lingering arousal, was loose and accepting enough for it to be easy access.
Riven continued to gasp with each gentle thrust up her ass. Sivir clenched her hips affectionately, before she reached around to play at Riven's clit. “Uh...uh-huh...” Riven nodded, clenching the sheets as she bowed her head. Her hair bounced with each thrust, and her back shined with sweat from such passionate, frantic love making.
Sivir continued to play with Riven's clit, as her thrusting up Riven's ass became firmer, and deeper. With vaulting gasps, it wasn't long at all before Riven came for a third time in such a short amount of time. With a sudden stop to her high whine of orgasm, Riven flopped down onto the bed, still impaled by the strap-on.
Sivir chuckle, and gently worked herself out, allowing Riven to flop down onto the bed. Both of them were deeply catching their breaths, the room thick with the smell of feminine juices, sweat, and lube.
A few minutes later, Riven rolled over, and Sivir, having removed the strap on, laid out on top of her. “Ha...so, what do you think?” Sivir asked. “Have I made my pitch...more interesting?”
“Definitely...interesting,” Riven agreed, now feeling the last of the aphrodisiac out of her system. Speaking of, she craned her head back, and noticed the pink bottle on the dresser next to the bed. With a wry smirk, a naughty plan started mapping itself out in her head.
She suddenly took Sivir by the shoulders, and, with a mighty yank, slammed her head into the dresser. Dazed, Sivir was powerless when Riven threw her to the floor, and forced her hands and feet together. Taking the sheets of the bed, Riven started forming a rather tight hog tie between Sivir's wrists and ankles.
With a heft, Riven threw Sivir back onto the bed. “Augh....what the actual hell!?” the mercenary demanded.
“Still owed you for the lump you gave me back in that match,” Riven taunted, before taking the aphrodisiac. Sivir's eyes widened, and she shook her head, her lips moving, forming the words begging Riven to not do what she was thinking of doing, but no sound came out.
Riven forced the vial against Sivir's lips, and made her drink a few sips. With a gasp, Sivir really started to squirm, especially when Riven emptied some more onto Sivir's pussy.
“I should probably leave you with enough for one more session in the future,” Riven relented, putting the vial aside. Still, she took the strap-on, pulled off the condom, replaced it with a new one from Sivir's nightstand, and shoved it right up the mercenary's sopping wet pussy, right up to the base.
Sivir squealed and thrashed on the bed, more so trying to stimulate the toy inside her than escaping, more getting off then getting out.
“I appreciate the offer. Probably came on a bit too strong; gonna have to turn you down, so keep it in mind the next time you want to find yourself a new partner.” With that, Riven gathered up her clothes, got dressed again, and stepped out of the room, making sure the door was securely closed behind her.
As she made her way back to her own chambers to take a long shower to remove the stink of sex, she thought about what Sivir said before the impassioned fucking. And, she had to admit, the sex crazed mercenary was right: even without finding a cause to dedicate herself to, to pursue her ideal of strength and merit...she could definitely use some companionship.
Just...hopefully not one that involved such forceful molestation.
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