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The Duelist and the Exile	By : cno Category: +G through L > League of Legends Views: 11554 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-The Duelist and the Exile
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Riven swung her blade down, and was rewarded with the sound of the minion pained gasp. With that kill she was up to 1400 gold, close to being able to afford the BF sword she so desperately needed. She had been surprised by the Olaf that opposed her at the beginning of the fight, and she regrettably gave him an early easy kill. She’d been fighting and losing an uphill battle ever since.
She glanced around the field, looking for any signs of an enemy. The last thing she needed to do now was give them yet another kill. She was 0-3 already, and had no idea how the rest of her team was doing. She counted herself lucky that her turret still stood relatively untouched.
Seeing no sign of a threat, Riven dashed forward into the middle of a group of enemy minions, and let out a yell as she released a burst of ki. The minions immediately surrounding her fell backwards, stunned, while the others turned their attentions on her. She swung her broken sword in a mighty arc, then brought it back again, striking the little creatures. As she leaped into the air for her final attack, she heard a growl behind her.
Her blood ran cold. She was out in the open, with no escape mechanisms and not in any shape to fight. As she landed, she looked over her shoulder, the minions forgotten. There, 20 feet away and closing fast as a very angry Olaf. Riven barely had time to register that she needed to run before Olaf hurled one of his axes through the air towards her.
More on instinct than anything else, she turned her shoulder, barely avoiding the projectile, and started to sprint towards the safety of her turret. In her mind she knew there was little hope for survival. She had only normal boots, no flash and quite a ways to travel, whereas Olaf had won more than enough gold to buy superior boots, and he got the drop on her.
The glowing purple eyes of the turret beckoned to Riven. It promised safety and security. If only she could get there. A blow to her right shoulder knocked her to the ground. She cursed herself for not remembering to dodge his axe, and she prepared herself for another humiliating death.
As Olaf loomed over her, she wondered if she should even bother coming back after the summoners respawn her. Olaf raised his arm, axe in hand, and let out a mighty roar. Riven closed her eyes and waited for the blow.
         It never came. Instead, Riven heard what sounded like a gust of wind, followed by steel clanging against steel. Riven opened her eyes in time to see a black, white and red blur dashing around Olaf, who was helplessly flailing his arms about. Within a few seconds, he dropped to the ground, defeated, and began to fade away.
         Shocked, Riven looked at her savior: it was that Demacian duelist. Riven thought her name was Fiora, but she wasn’t sure. Riven pushed herself off the ground, with shaking hands. “Thank you. Thank you so much. Fiora right?”
         The woman looked back at Riven with what appeared to be disgust. “You’re lucky I came up to save you. I could just as easily have taken one of their towers by now.”
         Riven recoiled at the woman’s tone, but didn’t want to risk antagonizing her savior. “I’m sorry. I’ve been having trouble up here. How’s the rest of the team doing?” Riven asked
         The duelist smirked and ran her fingers over the tip of her blade. “Let me put it this way. You’re the only reason we haven’t won yet.”
         “What? Oh geez. I’m sorry. It’s just…that Olaf got out to an early lead and I haven’t been able to catch up…”
         The woman appeared to have no interest in what Riven was saying. “No matter. You have some gold now, yes? Go buy yourself something valuable and make yourself worthwhile up here. I won’t be around next time Olaf or someone worse shows up.” Fiora said, sheathing her sword and turning around to leave.
         That comment brought Riven pause. Even with a BF sword, she still wouldn’t be able to fight Olaf one on one. And if the rest of the team was doing as well as Fiora said, there would be no point in her roaming the field. “Wait” Riven said. “Is there any chance you could stay up here and protect me?”
         Fiora stopped in her tracks and answered slowly without turning around. “First, I save your life without a proper thank you, and now you want me to waste my time babysitting you up here?”
         Riven’s face flushed red. It was terribly embarrassing for a warrior like her to ask for protection. “I’m sorry Fiora. But I really need your help”
         Fiora stood there for a few tense moments, neither moving nor speaking, until she finally turned around and said in a throaty whisper “Well then my little bunny, you’ll have to make it worth my while.”
         The smile that lit Riven’s face slowly faded as Fiora drew closer to her. “Of course Fiora. What do you want? I might be able to give you some of my gol-“ She was suddenly caught off by Fiora’s lips assaulting her own.
         For a few seconds, Riven was immobilized by shock. By the time her brain had processed that, yes indeed, Fiora was in fact KISSING her, the Demacian woman had entangled her hand in Riven’s short, white hair, while her other hand found Riven’s firm behind.
         Riven tried to pull back, but Fiora had a good hold of her. She tried to open her mouth to protest, but found Fiora’s tongue silencing her.
         Riven had never had time for any serious romance. The soldier’s life was too dangerous for personal attachment, yet she always fantasized about getting a husband once her fighting was done. The thought of being with a woman had never crossed her mind. Yet, here she was, being forcibly kissed and groped by a woman who had just minutes before saved her life.
         Fiora broke the kiss, but did not move her hand from Riven’s ass. “So my little bunny, are you willing to convince me to stay here and protect you?” Fiora’s eyes seemed to twinkle with barely contained lust and she smirked like the Cheshire cat.
         Riven knew that she had no choice. She needed Fiora up there to protect her. Blushing, she looked down at the ground, and nodded her head.
         Fiora disengaged her hand from Riven’s hair, and cupped her chin. “I’m sorry my dear, I didn’t hear you.”
         Riven’s blush deepened
         “Yes.”
         “You’ll lick my pussy until I’m satisfied?”
         Riven’s eyes flew up to meet Fiora’s, desperately searching for a sign that the woman was kidding. She never thought Fiora would want Riven to do…THAT. Fiora’s smile only widened.
         “Well, I guess you don’t really want me here…maybe I’ll go help Lulu.”
         As Fiora turned to leave, Riven’s hand shot out and grabbed her wrist.
         “Yes.” She whispered
         “Yes, what?” Fiora responded, amusement clear in her voice.
         Riven felt humiliated. Fiora was going to make her say it. Riven swallowed, then turned her eyes to the ground.
         “I’ll…I’ll lick your pussy.” She whispered.
         “There’s a good girl. Go wait over by those bushes while I place some wards around. We wouldn’t want to be interrupted now would we?” Fiora’s smirk and the naughty look in her eyes made Riven even more uncomfortable, but she did as she was told.
         Riven sat down in the bushes, fiddling around with the edge of her blade. She didn’t know what she should be doing. Should she take off her clothes, or try to look sexy? Not that she would have any idea how to do that. While she knew how to look tough, sexy was beyond her realm of expertise. Besides, Fiora had only told her to wait in the bushes, and she didn’t want to risk angering her.
         Fiora returned less than a minute later and immediately threw her blade down besides Riven. “Put your sword down dear. I won’t bite.”
         As Riven reluctantly let go of her sword, Fiora crawled on top of her, finding her lips again. Even though Riven had expected it, the kiss still made her feel indescribably uncomfortable. At least Fiora wasn’t being quite as aggressive this time.
         Riven couldn’t suppress a flinch when she felt Fiora’s hand reach her hip, nor the shiver that followed when her hand gently glided upwards.
         As uncomfortable as the situation was, and Riven discovered that she rather enjoyed the sensation of a woman kissing and caressing her. Even so, she had to pull away when she heard the sound of a zipper being opened.
         As she opened her eyes, she saw that Fiora was already halfway out of her skin-tight outfit, the creamy skin of her torso exposed down to her waist, where the duelist worked to slide the rest of the garment off. Riven’s eyes fell on the exotic woman’s breasts. They were roughly the same size as her own, rounded and creamy, with pert pink little nipples adorned on the crest.
         “Do you like what you see?” Fiora’s question made Riven realize she had been staring. Her already reddened checks flushed more, and she averted her eyes, not responding.
         “You can taste them if you’d like.” The exile reluctantly raised her gaze to the duelist, silently asking if this was a request or a demand. The bemused smirk and gleam in Fiora’s eyes told her everything she needed to know.
         The grey haired girl slowly closed the distance between them, moved her head towards Fiora’s right breast, and cautiously licked her perky nipple. Fiora arched her back, pushing her chest towards Riven’s mouth, leading the exile to take the nipple into her mouth.
         As Riven gently sucked on the black-haired beauty’s breast, she felt her lover grab the wrist of her right hand, and pull it up to her left breast. As Riven began to clumsily caress Fiora’s breast, the duelist released her wrist, and entangled her hand in Riven’s hair, cooing softly.
         Despite the soft noises of satisfaction coming from the black-haired woman, Riven couldn’t help but feel incredibly nervous. She had no idea if she was doing it right, or what Fiora would want her to do next. Experimentally, she opened her mouth wider, and took more of the duelist’s breast in her mouth, licking her nipple gently. Riven was rewarded with a shiver and a slight moan from her savior, which inspired her to gently close her index and middle fingers around the woman’s nipple and roll it around slowly.
         Instead of the moan or shiver that Riven expected, Fiora released her grasp on Riven’s hair, and began pushing the exile’s head downwards. At first Riven was confused, but then as she became eye-level with the duelist’s trimmed pussy-lips, she was struck with realization about what Fiora wanted from her.
         Riven took one last desperate look at her savior, hoping that maybe she would change her mind, but her gaze was met with a visage of lust and determination. Riven sighed inwardly, and resigned herself to her fate. She closed her eyes, and gently placed her tongue on the bottom of Fiora’s netherlips, and slowly dragged it upwards. She was rewarded with a full-body shiver and a moan of pleasure from the duelist. Remembering how Fiora enjoyed the attention on her breasts earlier, Riven slid her left hand up to her savior’s right breast, and squeezed.
         Pleasuring women was not something Riven was very familiar with. If it wasn’t for the encouraging sounds Fiora was making, she wouldn’t even be sure she was doing it right. But she did remember one night, several years prior, when the combination of hormones and loneliness led the grey-haired exile to seek solace in herself. She remembered the way she strokes herself, but mostly, that one thing that she did that made her body feel like it was about to explode.
         Riven shifted her attention to the crest of Fiora’s lips, gently licking the duelist’s clit and slowly slide the index and middle fingers of her right hand into her wet hole. She rotated her wrist, and pulled her fingers back, rubbing the roof of Fiora’s pussy. The sound that escaped Fiora’s lips was a combination of a moan, exasperation, and a curse.
         Both of the duelist’s hands found their way to the exile’s head, where they ensured her lover wouldn’t run way. Her legs collapsed around Riven’s head, holding her in place. With her eyes shut tight, Fiora tilted her head back, biting her lip while she enjoyed the sensations her new lover was giving her.
         Riven, remembering what actions brought her the most pleasure that night, began rubbing her fingers inside the woman’s pussy faster, and began to suck on the duelist’s clit.
         Fiora’s grasp on Riven’s head tightened as she felt her orgasm quickly approaching. She began frantically thrusting her hips against Riven’s helpless mouth, making the poor girl lick her clit faster and faster. With a quick gasp and a long howl, Fiora’s body was shaken by her orgasm. As wave after wave of pleasure took control of her senses, Fiora kept thrusting her hips against Riven, who couldn’t escape due to the tight hold the duelist had on her.
         After several futile attempts by Riven to free herself, Fiora eventually let released the hold she had on the exile. Riven scooted away as fast as she could, refusing to meet the eyes of her lover. Fiora allowed herself the privilege of basking in the afterglow of her orgasm for a few moments before she began to put her clothes back on.
         As she finished pulling up the zipper and sheathing her sword, she finally looked over at her lover, who was sitting on her knees, staring blankly at the ground. Fiora walked over to the grey-haired girl, and placed her hand on the girl’s shoulder. “Come on Riven, we’re going to need you if we want to win this scrim. Don’t worry, I’ll protect you from the enemy. You’ve earned that much.”
         Riven nodded her head silently, and rose to her feet while wondering who was going to protect her from her teammates.
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