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So, hey, before you get to the smut, please allow me to say a few things. First up, there's a poll attached to this chapter! Please go vote in it after reading the chapter first. Second, I understand one of the tags for this chapter isn't going to be everybody's cup of tea, and while I would love if everyone read it anyways, I can't seriously expect for people to read something they don't wanna. That said, even if you don't read the chapter, it would be super awesome if you still went and voted in the poll I set up. (POLL CLOSED) What could it be for? It's a myyysteeeryyyyy! But it's probably pretty easy to figure out, and will be downright obvious by the chapter's end.

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"Damn... Damn them..." LeBlanc heaved. She'd ran as far and as fast as she could, but at last her legs failed her. She fell to her knees and slumped forward, bracing herself against the ground with her fists. Arms and legs both trembled from exhaustion, and sweat was beading down her face, dripping from her brow and her nose.

Standing next to her, her clone turned and leaned its back to a tree, basking in the shade. Shutting her eyes, she was breathing just as hard. "Do... Do you think... We lost them?"

LeBlanc looked at her mirror image, a ragged look on her face. To maintain her illusions, the chains that bound Katarina, the enchanted phalluses that had since faded away, even to maintain her copy for so long... It had completely drained her mana reserves. She had nothing left. Running away had taken the last of her strength, bringing her to the brink of collapse. She never imagined anyone would have come looking for them. Hell, without her or Katarina around, she figured their opposition would just take the opportunity to push forward, to assault their base and take it easily through overwhelming force.

Clearly, her enemies were just as worthless as her allies.

Without even the energy to lift her head or glance backwards, LeBlanc stayed quiet a moment, catching her breath. "Yeah... Yeah, I think... They probably slowed down to deal with Katarina." She responded at last. If they really were still chasing them, then there was no way the mage would be able to outrun them. Not exhausted as she was. Not with the speed one of them could move. That angelic knight in the golden armour... If she was still pursuing her even now, LeBlanc had no hope of escape. Not as drained as she was.

"Good..." Her double responded, gasping between words. "Just... Stay here a bit... And rest..."

Almost as soon as she finished speaking, there was a loud thump from somewhere nearby. LeBlanc and her double both froze and looked at one another. Their eyes met, both exchanging a terrified glance. The ground rumbled. The very earth beneath them shook. A split second to react.

Summoning the very last of her mana supplies to distort reality one more time, LeBlanc vanished in a blur. Her clone was not so lucky.

Sharp, jagged spikes erupted from the ground. Great stalagmites that lanced upwards to become a sea of spears. They impaled the illusory LeBlanc a half dozen ways, striking with so much force that she was launched into the air. Fractures spread throughout her body, spreading outwards from wherever she was stabbed, like cracks spider-webbing through glass. In the air, she looked to all the world like a fragile doll, falling limply back down to earth. Her porcelain skin shattered on impact, her body vanishing in an explosion of magic. What fragments remained soon vanished into the ether.

Kneeling just beyond the circle of earthen spears, the real LeBlanc watched in horror, as if gazing into a mirror that reflected her own demise.

She didn't have long to watch before the threat became all too real for her as well. Massive talons suddenly closed around her from behind, squeezing tightly around her body. Effortlessly lifting her into the air, she felt like a small toy in the hands of a child. Her mystery assailant soon brought her up to greet her, face to face.

"Ah, funny isn't it, how your best friend can just blow up like that?" Cho'Gath's horrifying visage was the sight that greeted her.

Clutched in his powerful grip, the weakened mage struggled, kicking her legs fruitlessly. "Ch-Cho'Gath! Ah, wh-where have you been?" LeBlanc stammered, a nervous smile spreading across her face. "I do hope those wolves didn't cause you too much trouble."

The beast let out a hearty laugh, his foul breath washing over LeBlanc. She cringed and wrinkled her nose disdainfully, nearly suffocating on the foul stench of gore that wafted from his maw. "No no, no trouble at all! I dare say they made for quite a delightful meal. In fact, I've partaken in quite a few delicious feasts recently. I'm afraid I may need to find a new petticoat soon." Indeed, the insectoid fiend's gorging was showing itself. Since last she saw him, the creature had grown massively in size, and he had already been quite large to begin with. His clothing, already tearing at the seams, was now shredded all over, looking more like rags than the fancy tuxedo it had once resembled. His sleeves were just hanging off of his arms, while the leggings were torn off entirely below the knees. He was now so big that... Well, he could hold her betwixt his fingers like a doll. "I must say though, abandoning me to fend for myself like that was quite rude. Quite rude indeed. Very unbecoming of a lady like yourself, LeBlanc."

The mage did her best to mask her fear, but could not hide the terror in her eyes as she gazed at those massive jaws. The enormous fangs that lined them were each almost as big as she was, and she could spot all manner of remains stuck between them like bits of food. Patches of blood-stained fur, chunks of flesh and bone, and what looked like... Pieces of scrap metal?

"Cho'Gath, I can explain. See this was all just a misunderstanding and-"

"No need, no need, my dear. I understand. We all have our ulterior motives afterall." Cho'Gath let out another bellowing laugh. "Some of us are here for glory, some of us are here to scheme... Why, some are even here to abuse and take advantage of defenseless women! Why, can you just imagine the nerve? Such uncouth fiends..."

"Y-yes, very... Very heinous acts." LeBlanc seemed to stumble over her words, still trying to feign a grin.

"Myself? Well, I'm just on the hunt for a good meal. You'd be amazed how tasty some of our foes can be." Cho'Gath said, picking a piece of steel out from between his teeth with a pinky talon. "Some of them are quite powerful however. The cheeky devils, they've been off gathering gold and acquiring some rather dangerous equipment. I'm afraid I may not be able to devour them in my current state."

LeBlanc's smirk became more sincere, sensing an opportunity. "Yes... Yes! Not as you are, but... Together, we'd be able to take them."

Cho'Gath looked pensive for a moment, his hold on LeBlanc's midsection staying strong. "Hmm, perhaps you're right my dear. With your strength added to my own, why I'm certain I'd be strong enough to take on anyone." The monster gazed at the mage, a hungry look in his eyes that she wasn't quite happy with. Instead of putting her down, he just lifted her up higher, letting her feet dangle above his powerful jaws.

"Ch-Cho'Gath, wh-what're you doing?" She stammered, kicking harder. Her hands grasped at his talons, trying to pry them off.

"Why, just what you suggested my dear. I need to eat to gain strength you know." The fiend snapped his jaws, his teeth dangerously close to LeBlanc's feet. "And my, you are quite the scrumptious looking morsel."

Frantically, LeBlanc shook her head and flailed. "Th-this isn't what I meant! P-put me down Cho! Put me down!"

"Come now LeBlanc, stop your blubbering. Silence yourself, before you bring our enemies upon us." Cho'Gath scowled, his features twisting to become even more heinous. "This is how we're going to win this little competition... And you do want to win, don't you LeBlanc?" His voice, once so jovial, had become distinctly darker in tone, almost accusatory.

Tears were streaming down LeBlanc's face, no longer able to mask the sheer terror she felt, staring into that gaping maw, the razor sharp teeth, that hideous, undulating tongue... "No, no no no, I don't want to win! I want to live! Put me down!" She shrieked, her pupils shrinking even as her eyes widened.

Cho'Gath let out a great, bellowing laugh, holding his side with his free claw. "Haha! A marvelous jest! You really are quite the cad, my dear. But, I really must ask now that you BE QUIET!"

The sudden, mighty roar that the creature loosed was so powerful that the wind from it blew the sorceress's hair back. The noise was so deafening that she was forced to clutch at her ringing ears. She tried to shriek in pain and horror, only to find that the roar drowned out any sound that she made. No, it didn't drown it out, not quite... She tried to speak, to cry, to scream, but there was no sound at all. It was as if Cho'Gath had ripped the very air from her lungs.

"There now, much better, wouldn't you agree?" He asked, flashing her a grin, a toothy, terrifying smirk that emphasized his giant fangs. "Bon appetit, my dear."

LeBlanc could only stare, jaw agape in horror, silently screaming in impotent rage. He held her aloft, dangling her over his open maw. His grip loosened as he tilted his head back and she fell, flailing all the way towards those gnashing, monstrous teeth.

A splash of blood. A spatter of gore. And that was it. In the blink of an eye, the mage was gone. No disappearing magic trick this time, simply the ravenous hunger of a beast.

Cho'Gath's body rippled, his exposed musculature bulging as his mass expanded. The sound of fabric tearing signalled the end of his gentleman's attire, his pants and coat both exploding off of him, bursting at the seams. He wiped his chin with the back of one tattered sleeve, smearing blood and drool across it, before casting the shredded remains away. All that remained was his top hat and monocle, both so tiny in comparison to his grotesque head that they looked positively comical.

Patting his fed tummy, the void terror felt it rumble anew. Like a fire that ever burned inside him, it hungered for more. An insatiable, all consuming need to devour, to feast upon all he beheld.

There was something more that stoked his ravenous appetite however. Something faint he had tasted upon his newest meal. Like a delicious seasoning LeBlanc had acquired from something... Or someone. He had to know what it was, to find more of that appetizing creature... And feast upon it as well.

Cho'Gath adjusted his hat upon his crown, stretching the scythe-like appendages on his back. Turning in the direction LeBlanc had come from, he marched on.

The next course awaited him.

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"Well, this is a surprise. It would seem someone has left us a present." The figure speaking bent over to take a closer look at the bound, hapless girl.

It took Katarina's eyes a moment to adjust to the shifting light, the sun feeling momentarily brighter after the darkness that had engulfed her moments ago. Her 'rescuer's' face soon came into view, and the assassin despaired at the sight.

The first, most noticeable thing were her eyes. A blank and featureless white, devoid of pupils, they were unnerving to behold, as they seemed to stare at her without truly seeing. Her face was sharp and angular, with unnaturally long and pointed ears. Skin so pale that it made LeBlanc looked colourful and vibrant in comparison gave the woman the eerie palor of death. Long, dark violet hair flowed down her back, with long bangs that obscured part of the left side of her face, while a streak of violet ran down her skin on the right side from her eye to her chin.

The woman cupped Katarina's chin in one bony, thin hand, making the girl scowl. She'd recognize that face anywhere.

Morgana, the Fallen Angel. There were few who wouldn't recognize the pallid woman. One of the longest serving champions of the League, she was well-known, and feared, throughout all of Valoran.

Not many knew the full details of where she came from. Only the highest ranking summoners seemed to know the full story. Noxian spies and infiltrators had managed to gather some of that information of behalf of High Command however. It was said that the League had summoned her from another world entirely, where angels warred with one another, though she was unlike any angel Katarina could have ever imagined. She had a penchant for cruelty, and the majestic, feathered wings her kind were known for had grown withered and rotten, the feathers black with decay. It was unlikely they were still strong enough to allow her to fly. Rumours abounded that the League had promised her the power to turn the tide of war on her world, tilting it in her favour in exchange for her services as a combatant on Summoner's Rift. If true, one had to wonder if it was the League's magic that had left her in her current shape, or if it was the result of dark bargains made with other powers. She was thin and wiry, almost emaciated... Save for her rather generous bustline. She wore little to conceal her fragile-looking frame. A simple, dark bra that barely contained her bosom, the barest hint of modesty. The remains of what once may have been a beautiful dress shrouded her legs from the waist down, though now they looked like little more than tattered, discoloured rags.

"How courteous, she's even gift-wrapped and everything." Morgana chuckled haughtily. The dark angel gave Katarina a swift kick, rolling her onto her side and planting a bare foot on top of her. The assassin cringed, catching a glance at her toes, her nails gnarled and unkempt.

Damn that LeBlanc, she cursed the mage in her head, if she hadn't left her chained and bound... A golden gleam just out of the corner of her eye caught her gaze. A jagged pair of metal blades. The same pair she'd ripped from Orianna's clockwork skirt. They were still sitting right where she'd dropped them. Oh how she'd kill to get her hands on those right now. She'd kill with them too.

As if in response to her silent plea, her bonds suddenly shimmered and faded, vanishing into thin air. Whatever magic had conjured them was gone now, and Katarina had no time to contemplate what that meant. Morgana gaped in surprise, and Katarina didn't waste a second to take advantage.

Throwing her weight to the side, she rolled out from under the angel's foot, knocking her off balance. She sprung to her feet, stumbling and falling right back over. Her damned legs were asleep from being bound so long, and her arms weren't much better. Her skin was still indented with marks from the chains. Not waiting for circulation to return, she flailed her arms forward, crawling through the dirt, fingers outstretched... If she could just grasp the hilt...

As fast as her hopes had gathered, they were dashed away, crushed beneath a heavy, golden boot. It came stomping down atop the makeshift dagger, just an inch shy of Katarina's fingertips. She stared, mouth agape, just watching the heel grinding the weapon into the dirt, until the blade snapped underfoot.

Hesitantly, Katarina turned her head up to meet the second figure.

Where Morgana seemed to conflict with the idea of how an angel should look, Kayle, otherwise known as the Judicator matched the stereotype perfectly. Standing tall and proud in shining armour, she looked every bit the divine warrior one expected of such a creature. Not a single inch of skin was visible beneath the bulky armour she wore, forged in opulent, immaculate gold and decorated with a brilliant red trim. Unknown symbols the same crimson hue were etched into her shoulders. Even the angel's face was completely masked beneath a golden helm, her slender, T-shaped visor too narrow and dark to give any hint of her expression within. A ruby inlaid into the forehead and tufts of fiery hair sprouting from the crown, not quite as vibrant as Katarina's own, furthered the red and gold colour scheme. Only her wings went uncovered, revealing her divine heritage with snow-white feathers that were ruffled by the breeze. A scarlet sash flowed down her loins, the decorative fabric flapping lightly in the wind, with more still wrapped around her thighs and upper arms.

She was a powerful, intimidating figure. Completely hidden within the armour as she was, it wasn't unusual for her to be at first mistaken for a man. Those that made that mistake were fast corrected however, often at the tip of her sword. With both hands she grasped it, a mighty broadswoard, etched with magical runes of an alien nature. Just like her armour, the pommel was lined with gold and ruby, but the weapon's most unusual feature was the tip. Where normally one would expect a blade to narrow towards the end, hers grew wider instead, adding extra weight at the end that allowed her to bring the weapon down with more crushing force. One final, massive crimson gem was inset into the center of the widened, rhombus shaped end of the sword, gleaming just a little bit brighter than the rest.

Now that very same sword was poised above Katarina's head, threatening to come down and end her life.

"Kayle, wait!"

The armoured angel paused her strike, turning her attention towards the dark one shuffling towards them.

"There's no need to be so hasty. Look at her, unarmed and helpless... We could have some fun with this." Katarina did not like the way Morgana was smirking at her one bit.

Kayle turned her gaze upon Kat again, making the assassin wish so dearly she could glimpse her face, to get an idea what thoughts were going through her mind. Was she as terrible as the rest?

When Kayle spoke, her voice was deep and strong, as befitted an angel of her stature. "You would risk letting her escape? I will not allow our victory to be jeopardized so!" She hefted her sword up again, and for a brief moment, Katarina didn't know whether to be terrified, or relieved. She had already experienced so much worse than death today.

"Damnit sister, put that away!" Morgana hissed, stepping forward to interrupt her. "Just look at her! Somehow, I don't think she's going to be much of a threat."

Again Kayle paused, this time levelling her sword at Morgana with a fiery glare Kat could sense even without seeing her face. "Do not dare call me that! You surrendered that right long ago."

The two of them stood silently, staring each other down, and for a moment, Katarina wondered if they might start fighting each other. Though they were of the same world, of the same blood even, the two angels were not of the same side. Not in the war that engulfed their home. At least, not if her informants were to be believed. In fact, where Morgana had indentured herself for the power to turn the tide in her favour, Kayle had bargained her service to have some of that power stripped away. A millennium of service to have the League cease interference in her world, returning the conflict to a stalemate.

Two beings who hated one another with such intensity they'd willingly enslave themselves just for an edge over the other. Sibling rivalry at its finest.

What a farce it was, while the League reaped the benefits of their combined strength added to its roster. And once they joined the League of Legends as champions, they had no say in how they were selected to fulfill their duties. The irony was, despite their well-known enmity, the two could, and clearly did, end up forced to fight alongside one another. The fury the both of them had for each other was only stoked higher in such circumstances. No doubt it created such a delightful drama for the masses who relied upon the League for their entertainment, fuelling its growth.

Katarina couldn't help but to admire the organization's self-interested scheming at times.

"Oh, how foolish of me to have forgotten!" Morgana held a hand to her brow and another to her heart, as though Kayle had just wounded her. "How quickly the agents of 'justice' will turn against their own, casting out those who dare to have a differing thought." The fallen angel practically spat when speaking the word 'justice'.

Morgana curled her knuckles, baring her sharp nails, and Katarina's hopes rose. If they fought, it would be so easy to escape...

"Will you raise arms against me here too? Turn on your own ally? I wonder how the League will take your defiance of their wishes. Perhaps they will see you as the tyrant I always have, and renounce your arrangement..." Morgana grinned wickedly.

Kayle's resolve faltered, just slightly. Her sword arm shook, the weapon lowering...

Katarina took the opportunity the moment it was presented. Her circulation restored while the two sisters argued her fate, she leapt to her feet and ran. As fast as her legs would carry her, she fled, hoping the element of surprise would see her escape.

"Stay where you are!" Both angels shouted in unison. Without hesitation, they moved as one. Kayle swung her blade in a wide arc, a crimson orb of energy lancing out from the large ruby at the tip. At the same time, Morgana threw out her hand, loosing a matching ball of dark violet from her palm.

The scarlet sphere struck first, and instantly it felt as though Katarina's bloodflow had been cut off again. She staggered forward, her legs feeling weakened and numb, the magic coursing through her and slowing her down. Slowed as she was, the dark energy easily struck her as well, engulfing her once more in a black prison.

"No! No!" She screamed, slamming her shoulder into the barrier of black light, trying to break through, but the binding magic held strong. It refused to yield, holding her in place and preventing even another step.

Morgana chuckled darkly, slowly making her way to their captive. "Besides, she's clearly not going anywhere."

Standing at the edge of the barrier, she effortlessly reached her hand straight through the black curtain, grabbing hold of Katarina's scarlet tresses . No longer needed, the fallen angel allowed her dark binding to dissipate, freeing the captive girl to be drug by her hair and tossed to the ground.

The other angel watched, but did not intervene. Her sword still at the ready, she stared in silence as her sister roughly manhandled their opponent.

"Ha, look at these!" Crouching down, Morgana reached around Katarina's back to grab at her breasts. Lifting her upper body, she aimed the nude woman's chest at her sibling, openly fondling her bosom in front of her. "Amazing, isn't it, how big these humans can grow them? How do they do it? Do you think they're compensating for how short-lived they are?"

Kayle remained silent, refusing to be baited by her sister's attempt to provoke a reaction. Turning her head, she refused to even dignify her sibling a glance, choosing to instead stare off into the distance.

Narrowing her eyes, Morgana curled her lip in a sneer. She would not be ignored. Pinching Katarina's nipples between long nails, she pulled back on her chest, forcing the girl to arch her back. She listened to her captive's cries, squeezing her breasts as tightly as possible, to feel the pillowy mounds squishing between her fingers, the bountiful mammaries easily spilling out beyond her palms. "Come on sister, take a peek. Listen to her scream. Isn't it delightful? You really should come over here and feel them for yourself. They're so soooooft..." Morgana bit her bottom lip, chewing it lightly while fondling Katarina's chest.

A golden gauntlet clenched tightly into a fist, trembling with mounting rage. "I... I will not raise my sword to you. Not so long as the League deems us allies. But..." Kayle gave her sister one more cursory glance, snorting in derision. "I will not assist you in the torment of another! Not even the wicked deserve to suffer so..." Her piece said, she turned away. Her wings fluttered softly, scattering a few stray feathers.

Morgana glowered, digging her nails more sharply into Katarina's flesh. "Funny, you've never had any qualms with MY suffering."

Planting her sword in the dirt, Kayle stood perfectly motionless, staring in the opposite direction. She refused to play her sister's games. "I will stand watch for any who would come to save her, and nothing more." The angel said quietly, then fell silent.

Morgana remained crouched, staring at her sibling's back for a long time. The world around her was quiet, as dead silent as the golden warrior before her. All except for this one shrill irritation. A high-pitched whining sound that was getting louder, and louder, until it was boring through her ear drums.

"Oh!" She turned her attention downwards, where she was crushing Kat's heavy chestpillows in her grasp. Of course, the girl was screaming at her to stop. Durr.

Morgana released the soft mounds of flesh, leaving Katarina to gasp in relief. Long red marks were left along the sides of her breasts from her nails. The assassin fell forward, rubbing her bosom softly and moaning in pain.

"Well, it seems my sister-" Morgana emphasized that word, making sure to speak it loud enough that Kayle would hear. "-does not wish to partake. But that's alright, I'm certain we can have some fun on our own." Morgana smiled again and reached a hand down into her rags, rubbing back and forth along something underneath. "I have something to share with you, girl. I think you'll be most surprised. You see, we angels aren't like you humans, we all have-"

Katarina scowled, pushing herself up. Not the slightest bit intimidated by whatever 'surprise' Morgana had in store, she just rolled her eyes dismissively. "You all have dicks."

Morgana paused, expression turning to shock as her shredded clothing fell away. Katarina showed not an ounce of surprise or apprehension to see the fallen angel standing there, her long, flaccid cock dangling between her frail looking legs. "W-wa-wait, how did you know?!" Morgana seemed absolutely flabbergasted. She'd never revealed this trait to anyone before, yet Katarina looked as though she'd been expecting it.

"Kayle! Did you-?" She glanced at her sister, who broke her stoic posture to meet her gaze, just as surprised as Morgana was. They shared a look, then she just shrugged and turned away again.

The dark one crossed her arms over her chest. "Hmph, well, yes, we're all androgynous." The enthusiasm she'd had seconds ago evaporated, so disappointed with the reveal.

Katarina couldn't help but laugh. After everyone else she'd bumped into, she wouldn't have been surprised unless the angels weren't packing meat between their legs. Not that she was happy about being correct.

"Well, since you're such a knowledgeable young woman, I'm certain you can tell what I'm planning to do with it." Morgana sneered. Grabbing her captive's scalp, crooked fingers running through her hair, she dragged her face towards her crotch.

The overwhelming smell struck Kat in the face as she neared. Her nose wrinkled, nostrils flaring at the pungent scent of sweat and grime. By this point she was certainly no spring rose herself, but she was still taken aback by the potency of Morgana's musk. Her eyes watered a bit, staring upwards with disgust.

The fallen angel sneered and smacked her cheek with her soft dong, the spongy tip making a little thwack. "Been a long time since I've had a good slut clean my cock, so why don't you open wide and get to work?"

Katarina's eyes glared defiantly, her fingers curling and digging into her palms. "I'd sooner bite it off."

The fallen angel grinned at Katarina's reaction, almost... Happy? She stooped down, kneeling next to Kat so they were eye level with one another. Staring into those angry, rebellious eyes of hers, Morgana brushed her fingers along the woman's cheek, thumb stroking her scar. Her smile was so sincere looking it was unnerving.

Without warning, Morgana pulled hard on Katarina's hair, forcing her head back. The angel's hand drifted down from her face, caressing her throat while the girl screamed in pain, feeling the reverberations through her fingertips.

"Hmhmhmm, I have another surprise for you. Tell me if you see this one coming too." Morgana chuckled, letting her hand roam down still, fingers lightly tracing Katarina's collarbone, pulling her head back so far with the other one that she was forced to arch her spine. Her digits danced their way across her bare skin, below her breasts and hovering over her ribcage. The angel's fingertips suddenly glowed with a dark, violet light, before sinking into Katarina's flesh.

Katarina shrieked in unexpected agony. There was no blood, no visible punctures in her skin, and yet she felt the white hot burn stabbing her right in the chest. And then Morgana pulled her hand back out, and the burn was replaced with an icy chill and a strange sensation of emptiness inside. It felt as if something had been ripped out of her.

Perhaps that feeling was true. In Morgana's hand she held one end of a pinkish-purple tendril of energy, tethered to the spot where she'd pierced the girl. Kat clutched at her ribs, gasping for air and glowering fiercely. How she longed to wrap the string of magic around the angel's throat and strangle her with it...

"My, what a violent soul you have Katarina..." Morgana grinned, fondling her end of the chain. "I wouldn't recommend that line of thought."

Katarina looked puzzled, she hadn't said that aloud had she? She'd only thought it...

Morgana squeezed the energy chain, wrapping it around her hand and pulling it taut. The assassin screamed in fresh pain and lurched forward. It felt as though her very being was being squeezed, crushed, and ripped apart.

"Now, about that cock cleaning..." Morgana sneered. Sitting back, she rested atop her discarded rags, and used the tether like a leash to pull Katarina closer with one hand, patting her thigh with the other. "You should probably get to work on that."

Crawling forth on shaky hands and knees, Katarina's eyes burned with hatred. If looks could kill, she'd be committing violent murder right now. Morgana didn't even seem to be watching her though, gazing right past to her stoic sibling. Was she expecting Kayle to intervene? Kat glanced that way herself, but the other angel hadn't even budged.

Another sharp tug brought her attention back to the fore. Morgana clutched the tether tight, fingering it threateningly. Katarina knew what she was waiting for, and could guess what was in store if she didn't co-operate. Bitterly, she crawled closer, her eyes falling to the angel's limp pole. It looked human enough, though it shared Morgana's deathly paleness. The head was a tad darker, round and plum-coloured, and half-shrouded by a hood of foreskin.

Katarina wrinkled her nose distastefully. Sparing Morgana's sneering visage one last disdainful look, she lowered her head to the angel's crotch. Her fingers wrapping around the shaft, she gave it a gentle squeeze. Lightly stroking the length of it, the meaty tube pulsated against her palm, throbbing in time to the woman's black heart. Thumb gingerly rubbed the crown, teasing the sensitive tip. Pressing more firmly against the loose skin encircling it, she slowly peeled the hood back to expose the bulbous head.

Judging from the purr that rumbled in her throat, Katarina took it the angel was enjoying the gentle ministrations to her cock. Still, she soon felt a hand on the back of her head, guiding her down to greet it up close. Angry eyes rolled upwards to glimpse her tormentor's face, but again she wasn't watching. Morgana seemed singularly focused on her sister, narrow eyes staring at her back, looking for any movement.

So close to the source, the powerful musky scent was intensified. It tickled the assassin's nostrils, renewing her disgust for the creature. Slowly, her shaft swelled in her grasp, growing longer as it hardened. The foreskin began to peel back, exposing more of the crown, while the veins lining the shaft became more pronounced. Contrasting sharply with the sickly pale skin, they were solid black, the blood that flowed through them tainted the colour of tar. Still semi-soft, the extra weight and length lilted to the side when her hand reached the base, jerking the angel off. Another tug on the leash made it clear she was looking for more than just a handjob though.

Katarina gave her lips a lick to moisten them. Guiding the crown to them, she gave it a small kiss, dampening the glans. Her fingers traced lower down the pole, circling the base, a small bush of unkempt violet hairs having formed around it. She always pictured an angel as being a clean, hygienic creature, but Morgana seemed insistent on breaking every stereotype.

"Does it look like I have nothing better to do than make myself presentable to you?"

Katarina was jolted alert, finding herself suddenly the rapt focus target of Morgana's attention.

"I have higher priorities than managing my upkeep to the prissy standards of a worthless whore like yourself." The fallen angel talked down to her, and for a moment Katarina didn't know what she was talking about. Unless she was responding to...

Was she reading her thoughts?

"Hmph, oh yes, I can read your mind," Morgana smiled evilly. "Your desires, your hopes, your dreams, your fears..." She stroked the energy chain between your fingers. Giving it another squeeze, Katarina cried out in pain once again. "I can read your very soul! And so much more." She gestured downwards, where her cock stood semi-erect, waiting for her to continue. "So don't think you can hide what you are from me."

"And just what am I?" Katarina rasped, her jaw clenched.

Morgana sneered and pushed down on her head. Her blunt cocktip pressed against her lips, and to Katarina's surprise, she found them willingly parting to take it into her mouth. The spongy glans came to rest on her tongue, giving her a good taste, marinated in sweat and old dry cum. It throbbed against the slimy appendage, swelling in her maw. She could feel the blood pumping through it, the semi-flaccid length fattening in the warmth and dampness of her mouth, getting harder, thicker. The taste made her want to retch, and yet she didn't recoil from it. She slipped her tongue under the hood of loose, floppy skin, teasing the sensitive, bundled nerves hidden just underneath. Peeling it back with just her tongue, she found where the musky flavour was at its most potent, soaking it with her spit.

Pressure on the back of her head forced her down further, taking more of the fallen angel's shaft down her gullet. Like Morgana herself, her pole was thin, at least compared to the ones she'd already endured, but it was long. She felt it prodding the back of her throat in no time, and yet it seemed like she was only halfway there. Her staff having grown quite rigid, jutting straight up from between her thighs, erect and eager. Two stray rivers of spit were cascading down the length of it, Katarina's mouth watering.

She felt disgusted with herself, caving in to yet another rapist, and yet she couldn't seem to stop herself. Even though she tried, her head continued to bob with only the lightest guidance from Morgana. Her tongue swirled and slathered the tip with spit, tilting her head so it pressed against her inner cheek, pushing it out.

"You? You're just a filthy gutterwhore. A cockgargling sluuut!" Her dark assailant moaned, pushing her length further down Katarina's throat, delighting in the slick, wet tunnel.

The girl wanted to protest, and instead she swallowed her cock deeper. She took it with ease, barely even gagging at all thanks to all the practice she'd had earlier. Her tongue lashed against the underside, slapping it wetly. Morgana didn't even need to put any pressure on her skull, simply stroking her hair and maintaining just enough of a hold not to let her stop. Beyond that she allowed Katarina to go at her own pace.

'Why? Why am I doing this?' Katarina thought to herself. She slurped a bit of stray drool, sucking in air tainted with Morgana's fragrance. Surely she'd had enough fill of cocks to last herself a lifetime by now. At least with everyone prior, she could say she was being forced against her will. What was her excuse now? Certainly she wasn't exactly free at the moment, but her own enthusiasm for the task at hand terrified her.

Katarina cupped Morgana's plump testicles in her palm, giving them a tender squeeze. She could feel the weight of them in her grasp, hanging low and swollen with seed. Her other hand held tight around the base of her shaft, forming a ring with her fingers and pumping up and down, masturbating whatever she couldn't stuff down her throat. The enthusiasm with which she slurped and suckled from the fallen angel's rod only compounded her revolted, self-loathing thoughts.

She wasn't really... Enjoying this? Was she? This heady scent of musk, the salty tang of dick sweat, she told herself that she was hating every second of this. Why couldn't she stop?

"Mnnn, see now? This is your true nature." Morgana practically purred with pleasure. Occasionally rolling her hips, she was otherwise content to let Katarina swallow her staff on her own. Idly stroking that strange string of dark energy, she turned her gaze once again upon her sibling.

Still standing off by herself, so aloof and rigidly determined to ignore the scene playing out behind her... Kayle infuriated her fallen sister. Morgana wanted her to watch, to see her utterly defile this woman, to witness the blissful looks on both their faces as her corrupting influence took hold. Kayle was so stubbornly rigid in her beliefs, so uncompromising... Breaking Katarina was trivially easy, it was her sister Morgana longed to corrupt. To tempt her with desires of the flesh, taint her with doubts, and reveal to her all the joys of the life she rejected without consideration.

It infuriated Morgana that she could disregard the obscene display so easily, that she wouldn't even watch! Still... Even if she couldn't be coaxed into a bit of voyeurism, there was no way she could ignore the audio.

Morgana smiled that wicked grin again, caressing the rope of energy. Katarina grew louder in response and slipped the cock from her mouth. She smacked her lips against the side of it, slurping up her own rivulets of drool and flicking her tongue along the underside of the crown. Gasps and moans escaped her, yet she couldn't seem to find her voice. The assassin wanted to curse Morgana out, to protest, to do anything to rebel, but her tongue just stumbled over itself, mumbling a few garbled syllables between noisy laps at Morgana's pole.

Her hand slid higher up that pallid rod, schlicking loudly thanks to all the spit lubricating it. Without any prompting from Morgana, Katarina dipped her head lower, planting her moist lips against one of her large balls. She kissed each one, spreading her saliva around them, her tongue peeking out to get a taste of the salty spheres. Pursing her lips, Kat even went so far as to suck the nutsweat from the coarse hairs that carpeted them.

This was so wrong... This wasn't what she wanted. She wanted to grab the angel by the balls and crush them in her grip, not worship them! And every gasp, every moan, every lewd, wet slurp, everything seemed so loud as though she was deliberately being as noisy as possible. But she wasn't! She was trying to be quiet! She would never want to advertise this shameful behaviour.

Morgana lifted the slutty woman's head, wasting no time in impaling her throat back down on her dick. Katarina's sputtering gags were added to the lewd cacophony, having little time to adjust to her face being stuffed again. Still, she didn't seem to mind, moaning around it, her tongue vibrating against the side.

The fallen angel was panting, her wings fluttering excitedly. This girl certainly had some dick sucking experience. She was putting on quite the show, devoting lavish attention to Morgana's sack and bathing her pole til it shone with spit. Still, it was Kayle who held Morgana's rapt attention, and who would give her none of it.

Morgana squeezed the magical tether again, clinging tightly to the enchanted shackles. As if on cue, Katarina threw her head back and gasped for air, shouting out exactly what the angel wanted to hear.

"Fuck me! Please! Shove this cock inside me and ravage my slutty pussy!" Katarina's words shocked herself. To have fallen so low, unable to even control her lusts anymore, begging for the dick of her enemy. She made herself sick...

There was a flicker of motion, the slightest twitch of Kayle's wings. For a brief moment, Morgana hoped she might have finally gotten a reaction...

The golden angel stretched out her majestic, feathery wings, flapping them twice. Then she simply folded them over her back, and shifted her weight from one foot to the other. Just keeping her muscles from falling asleep. No other movement. No sound. No turning to decry Morgana's actions, and certainly no move to join in.

Morgana screamed in frustration, throwing both hands behind her head and tearing at her hair. Damn her! Damn her stoicism and damn her shitty sense of 'morals'. She glanced down at the woman who was so eager for her cock and it took all of self-control not to rip the tether from her chest, to tear the soul right out of her. An idea crossed her mind before she could act upon such a lethal thought however. She would MAKE Kayle watch them, whether she chose to or not.

Ignoring Katarina's pleas for sex, Morgana turned away from her, reaching into the folds of her discarded clothing. These rags were rather spacious inside, holding all of the tools she'd brought for battle. Included in her equipment were a trio of magical artifacts no competent champion ventured onto Summoner's Rift without.

Unfolding the tattered fabric, Morgana removed a simple looking rod. Spiked on one end to better implant it into the ground, the other end was decorated with an unusually large jewel. Coloured a bright, fluorescent green, a light shimmered and swirled within. A pair of wing shaped blades jutted out to either side, though they were not meant for combat.

Katarina recognized the artifact immediately. A sight ward. The same kind that had given her little tryst with Cassiopeia away before and brought Tristana down upon them. Though Katarina was hardly hidden at the moment, and Kayle was already on the lookout... What was Morgana planning to do with it?

Unfurling her rags a bit more, the fallen angel removed a second ward, then a third. One by one, she planted them in the dirt, forming a semi-circle around her. Each one was tilted on a slight angle, so that the vision they granted was focused towards the center of the semi-circle, at Morgana herself, rather than the 360 degree view they would normally grant.

These arcane creations were attuned to the mental wavelengths of each combatant upon the Rift, though different wavelengths were designated for each faction, so that one side could not utilize the wards the other side placed. Once activated, the wing-like extensions functioned like magical antennae, broadcasting every image the gem picked up to all champions that shared the assigned wavelength, allowing them to see what the ward saw. Or, one could say, forcing them to see what it saw. For the images were sent telepathically straight into each combatant's mind, and not even shutting one's eyes could block them out.

A smug, self-satisfied grin upon her face, Morgana laid back upon her tattered, shredded clothing once more. Propping herself up on one elbow, she beckoned Katarina closer. The angel's pole stood straight into the air, an erect fleshy pillar demanding attention. "Well? You want my cock, come and get it." She tugged lightly on the soul shackles as she spoke.

This was where Katarina drew the line. She would not, would never ride this demon's filthy prick. She'd sooner die than put on a perverted show for the creature's teammates. And yet her body moved closer, acting of its own volition. Katarina tried to scream, but again her tongue refused to obey, confining her shrieks to her mind. What was going on?!

Climbing overtop the angel, Katarina straddled her thighs. One hand lightly caressed that lengthy pole, pressing it against her mons, stroking it against her bare skin. Her hips bucked, grinding the shaft against her slit, a small trickle of her juices adding to the spit coating it.

Morgana smirked at the goofy, delirious grin on Katarina's face as she rose up, aligning Morgana's length with her opening. Entirely of her own volition, of course. She was really a slut at heart, she just needed a little... encouragement. Morgana clutched that bundle of energy tightly in her palm. Certainly once she saw how willing the girl was, Kayle wouldn't be able to resist. It wasn't rape so long as she was into it, and her body was very eager... Even if her mind wasn't in agreement.

The fallen angel's crown kissed Katarina's labia, teasing her folds apart. The scarlet-haired assassin made sure to go slowly, ostensibly for her own sake, though it felt more for the purposes of putting on a show. Her thighs were spread, her hips upraised to give as good a view as possible to the sight wards. As her fingers guided the length inside of her, the shot was captured from multiple angles, the vision sent not just to Kayle, but all of the angel's allies. A comforting mental image to those who were immobilized or recovering from injury.

Her sex quivering, Katarina moaned uncontrollably. Even her muscles seemed to clench and tighten against her will, squeezing harder than she would have thought possible after being so ruined by LeBlanc. That towering meatpole slid easily inside, lubed by her spit and arousal, the tip reaching deeper into her core than those that had come before.

Morgana was taken aback at just how easily she invaded the woman's quim. Even with her soul bound, she'd figured it would have been a tighter squeeze than this. She cackled loudly. This woman really was a whore! She felt the juices coating her shaft, the lust forced upon Katarina's body mixed with some of the leftovers from her last fuck. It all added together to make the most perverted squelch, the bright green wards transmitting sound as well as they did visuals.

In the distance, Kayle continued her silent vigil, showing no hint of a reaction, save to grip her sword a little tighter.

Like a rebellious teenager crying out for attention, Kayle's refusal to act only spurred Morgana to further desperation. She cupped both of Katarina's bountiful breasts in her hands and squeezed, the large mammaries overflowing in her greedy paws. Pulling on them harshly, she forced Kat to lean forward, guiding one of her swollen nipples to the alien creature's mouth. Her dark lips sealed around the nipple, suckling sharply from her teat.

The girl cried out in bliss, dropping the rest of the way down onto her dick, stopping when it hit her cervix. It battered the entrance to her womb with still another two inches to go. Moaning softly, she placed her hands on Morgana's stomach for support and started to gyrate her hips. She ground their loins together, each motion sending a jolt of pleasure through her body. It was nice to have some level of control for a change, to set the pace and the angle to hit the spots that felt right to her... No, that wasn't right... She grit her teeth, lifting her ass and pushing it back. That wasn't what she was doing at all. The speed, the angle of her thrusts weren't for her pleasure, they were all to give the best view to those damned spying devices.

Katarina felt like she was twisting her brain into knots trying to make sense of what was going on. Was she really doing this? She couldn't even tell anymore. There was certainly some degree of pleasure she couldn't deny... The sweet ecstasy that struck her whenever she bounced atop the angel's cock, the little pleasurable tingles in her breasts when she groped them so roughly. She would never have considered debasing herself like this before today, but after everything she'd been through, could her body have grown addicted to this treatment? Did she crave it now, even as she tried to deny it? But then...

No! Even if she did want this, she was no exhibitionist. She'd never degrade herself like this for others to see. Her toned ass cheeks bounced in perfect view of the ward behind her, while another captured a close up view of her snatch being split apart and drilled, the angel thrusting her hips in time with Katarina's to bounce her a little bit higher. The third was focused on her breasts, jiggling in Morgana's grasp, a stiff nipple trapped between a thumb and forefinger.

These were not her actions, this was not by her choice. Katarina's body rejected every command she issued it. Even her voice...

"Ngh! More! More cock! Fuck me! Fill me with your cum! Aahn!"

...even her voice was betraying her! Those weren't her words, they weren't! Katarina screamed inside her mind, a prisoner in her own body. It bounced high, letting Morgana's cock slide free of her hole. Lifting her ass high, the woman's fingers reached between her legs, using two fingers to part her folds, showing off her insides to the voyeurs watching via the wards. Her ass shook and swayed to really give them a good look, before plunging back down onto Morgana's prick with a drawn-out, exaggerated moan.

The fallen angel didn't even have to do any of the work. She just sat back and watched the show herself, savouring the warmth of Katarina's moist tunnel enveloping her prick and the eagerness with which she rode it. She devoted all the attention she cared to give to the assassin's bust, enjoying how soft and pliant her heavy mounds were, tasting sweat when she slurped from one of her teats. She only ever used her left hand though, the right at all times keeping a firm hold on that strange magical tether.

Katarina's eyes were drawn to that ethereal rope, watching the way the angel squeezed and stroked it between her fingers. It was still attached to Kat's chest, disappearing into her skin just under her cleavage. What was it? As her thoughts turned to the shimmering strand of magic, Morgana seemed to grin, no doubt reading her mind. Come to think of it, it wasn't until she'd pulled that out of her that she demonstrated that ability...

Morgana pulled the string taut, and Katarina arched her back, throwing her head back and howling. Pressing both palms to the angel's stomach, the assassin's pace increased, grinding and thrusting her body atop her fleshy spire, gasping for air as beads of sweat gathered all over her.

Again, her thoughts were focused on that chain. What had Morgana said when she first grasped that thing? Something... Something about her soul?

Gasping and panting, the redhead kept riding the angel's pole, gyrating her hips and bouncing her ass for the viewers. As if to reward her, Morgana gingerly stroked the magical cord, sending pleasant tingles through every nerve in Katarina's body. The pleasurable sensation emanated from the very core of her being, rippling through her body.

Her soul! That's what the dark angel was holding! Through some dark, cursed magic, she had ripped the soul right out of her, using it to shackle her will, to control her body... That was the only explanation, it had to be. There was no way she could want this, desire it... need it...

Heedless of her thoughts, Katarina's body carried on with its forced debauchery, a slave to the dark shemale's whims. Through her soul shackles, Morgana could read the woman's mind as easily as one read the pages of a book. The way she mentally twisted herself knots trying to differentiate what actions were her own versus which ones Morgana was forcing upon her, it brought such a smug, self-satisfied grin to the angel's face. She always found her victim's were more recipient to their bondage when she mixed in just enough of their own desires with hers. The exhibition was her own guilty pleasure, of course, so she could beam these filthy images right into her sister's mind, but Katarina was not so innocent as she liked to believe.

The poor girl, she just wanted to be on top for a change. It was no wonder why. Morgana sifted through her soul, catching glimpses of all her wonderful sexual escapades throughout the day. It was such a pity she missed them all. She could just imagine how much fun could've been had if only she'd gotten to Katarina sooner.

Such a shame that even riding on top, Katarina was still just somebody's bottom bitch. Morgana laughed to herself, a loud, haughty noise. Now it seemed her puppet was finally on to her act. "Usually they catch on so much quicker. Were you just that lost in the fantasy, you whore?"

Katarina's soul burned with rage, yet her mouth couldn't give voice to it, enslaved to Morgana's whims. "Ahn! Ah! God! Yes, harder, deeper, more! Aah!" Her cries of bliss were shrill and sincere-sounding. To anyone who heard her, to everybody watching, her pleasure seemed genuine.

Morgana grinned and gasped, willing her slave to tighten and clench, feeling her walls squeeze firmly around her pole. Her slick passage schlurped and squished lewdly. At this rate, the angel wasn't going to last much longer. Gasping and moaning from the wetness and warmth enveloping her dick, Katarina's gyrations bringing her closer to the brink. Releasing the woman's pliant chest-pillow, Morgana gave the girl's ass a slap to encourage her.

Letting her head lilt to the side to peer behind her, she watched her booty jiggle... and caught a glimpse of her sister. Still silently, motionlessly taunting her with her abject refusal to acknowledge her actions. The rage that seethed and fumed inside was nearly enough to kill her erection.

Fine then, if Kayle wasn't going to react, then it was time to end this silly game. Morgana twisted her hand, wrapping the ethereal chain tighter around her wrist and pulling on it, making Katarina scream. At the same time, she started to buck her hips, thrusting upwards to meet the assassin's hips, their pelvises slamming together hard. "You want it harder, slut? You want more? Tell me what you'd give to have me fill you up?"

Unnoticed by Morgana, Kayle clenched her fist, her hand trembling. Her mind was assaulted at all times by visions from the wards, forced to watch Katarina's pussy being split open, her sister's cock driven into it again and again.

"Anything! Everything! Pound my pussy, fill me up with your cum!" Though it was Katarina's voice that responded, the dark angel was speaking to herself, as she fed the redhead every word through the magical bond. She was forced to squeal in ecstasy while tilting her head back, face contorted into an exaggerated look of bliss. Her eyes rolled up into her skull and her jaw hung open, tongue limply hanging out and drooling. All the while, the girl shrieked and protested, the sounds audible only in her own mind, trapped within her own body.

Kayle's fist began to shake more violently, and she twisted her head to the side. No matter what she did, she couldn't block the images from her head, couldn't mute the sounds of her sister's shameful acts. Oh why did she have to wear such hard, unyielding armour? It was becoming painfully tight in the crotch.

"Mnnn..." Morgana moaned, a grin spreading across her dark lips. "Then I'll take everything that you have to give, everything that you are. If you want my cum that badly, then surrender your very soul to me..." The demand was merely a formality, it wasn't as though Katarina could say no, but the fallen angel did rather enjoy the theatricality of it all. If she was gonna put on a show, might as well go all out. "I'll bet that's what you want, to be my slutty little cumdump, fucked and raped until you wither away, a decrepit, worthless, worn out whore."

Blunt cocktip battering at her womb forcefully, Katarina could feel the angel's preseminal fluid spilling out. It mixed with girlcum and gushed from her sopping wet netherlips, the sickly, corrupted goo turning the frothy mixture black. It burned her insides unnaturally, laced with the same dark magics that corroded the angel's own form. She wanted to scream for someone to help her, for rescue, but instead her treacherous voice begged for more. "Aaahn! God, yesss!" It hissed and moaned loudly, dramatically, the noise exagerating the pleasure she felt. "Fuck me fuck me fuck meee! Take my soul, use me, fuck me to death! I don't even care!"

Kayle's hands clasped tightly around the pommel of her broadsword, squeezing the grip so tightly that her knuckles turned bone white. Her armour clanked and clattered as she started to shift, but Morgana was so distracted with corrupting Kat's soul that she didn't notice her turn towards them.

"If you insist..." Morgana felt her balls tightening, her narrow prick swelling wider. Throwing her head back, she moaned deeply and slammed her lengthy cock as deep as it would go, 'til she felt the head pop right inside of Katarina's womb. At the same time, she pulled hard on her soul shackles, a bright purple light gathering around the base of it where it entered the girl's chest, her very soul being pulled loose. The fallen angel's dick throbbed and exploded, thick gouts of sickly, black cum spurting deep into the woman's womb in search of unfertilized eggs to corrupt. The darkened veins along Morgana's shaft became more pronounced, pulsating with tainted blood; her urethra swelling as thick wads of spunk rocketed through to splatter Katarina's insides. All the while, the violet light of her soul was travelling down the chain towards the fiendish creature's hand.

In the blink of an eye, Kayle beat her white wings and raced towards the two. Blessed by divine speed and grace, her movements were so swift and sudden that neither woman, lost in the throes of orgasm, had any time to react. In what felt like an instant, the golden-clad angel was hovering next to the two, massive broadsword raised high.

"That is ENOUGH!" She bellowed, righteous fury in her voice as she brought the weapon down. Enchanted with holy magic, it severed Morgana's soul shackles, cutting through them just before she could take possession of Katarina's soul. The violet light flashed and quickly vanished back into the assassin's core, freeing her from the fallen one's control.

Their coitus interrupted, both women were left panting and gasping, sweat rolling down their bare skin. Morgana's eyes were wide and terrified, staring at the heavy blade, its downswing halted less than an inch before it would have slices through her thighs. Still buried in Katarina's snatch, her shaft fired off a few final weak spurts before quickly wilting, the mood slain by the threat of that enormous weapon.

Weakened and exhausted, Katarina flailed and pushed herself back. She fell over as Morgana's disgusting pole slipped free of her quim, her black sludge following after in a sloppy, torrid mess. Chest heaving, she propped herself up on an elbow, staring eyes just as wide and startled as her rapist's.

It was Morgana who spoke first, turning angrily to her sister and shouting. "Kayle...!"

"Not another word!" Kayle quickly interrupted her. "I've abided your wanton debauchery long enough, and I will tolerate it no further! Enemy or not, I will not allow you to defile another being so!"

The two sisters spent a long moment staring one another down, Morgana glaring into the darkness of her sibling's visor. Scowling fiercely, she stood up and gathered her dishevelled garments from the ground. "Fine then! Ruin my fun, just like you always do. Cling to your virtues and die a lonely, bitter death, never having truly experienced life."

Turning away from the both of them, she adjusted the decrepit remains of her skirt, making herself as presentable as she cared to be and muttering under her breath. "Do what you will then. Kill her and get her out of our way, then come meet with me in the central road. We'll siege their Nexus and put an end to this charade." Her piece said, Morgana stormed away without sparing her sister even a cursory glance, leaving a trail of decaying, corrupted soil in her wake.

Katarina watched her rapist leave, holding a hand just below her bosom. Her fingers felt around, but couldn't find any trace of the soul shackles, no residual magic or physical marks. She was free of Morgana's control, at last. Not that it would do her much good.

The sound of shattering glass brought her attention to the other angel. The armoured warrior was weaving her way past each of Morgana's wards, shattering them one by one with a swing of her sword. Their vision granting jewels broken, the arcane constructs fell over, disabled and worthless. There would be no witnesses to what came next.

Katarina gulped and climbed to her knees, mind racing. She could take solace that no sickening voyeurs would get to see this show, none would savour her demise... But still! It couldn't end like this! After everything that had transpired, all the pain, the humiliation and degradation she had suffered, all for nought. She would die here, useless... A drag on her entire team. Worse, LeBlanc's stupid machinations might actually come to fruition...

Her hands gripped her knees, nails digging into her flesh. Behind her, she heard metal clacking. Something heavy thudding on the ground. The angel was coming closer. She could fight still! But she was disarmed, and not exactly trained in unarmed combat. She could run! No, considering how fast she'd already seen the angel move, there was no way she could outrun her.

Kayle's footsteps were surprisingly light, nearly silent, for someone who wore such bulky armour, perhaps owing to the strength of her wings. Instead, it was the heavy sound of her laboured breathing which gave away her presence. Katarina turned her head, looking up at the towering, imposing figure standing behind her.

The golden helmet had been removed, leaving Kayle's features exposed for the first time. Long blonde hair framed her angular face, a mix of strong features and femininity that gave her a somewhat androgynous appearance. Her fair skin possessed a healthy tanned complexion that contrast with the sickly palour her sister had had, and her eyes were a bright, piercing blue.

Katarina quickly noticed it was more than just her helmet that had been stripped away however. Her massive, bulky breastplate lay discarded, as did her armoured greaves and gauntlets, the angelic figure standing bare before her. Where Morgana had been thin and wiry, Kayle's amazonian figure was anything but. Her biceps and thighs were well-toned, her muscles rippling when she flexed, and her washboard abs put most men Katarina had met to shame. As would be expected of someone who wore her own weight in armour everywhere she went, she supposed. What would have been less expected, had Kat not already seen too much of it today, was the thick, meaty girlcock hanging between her thighs. Even semi-flaccid, it was clear she was nowhere near as long as her sibling, though she more than made up for it in girth, the shaft nearly as thick as Katarina's wrist and not even fully hard yet.

The Du Couteau daughter stared silently for a few long moments, listening to Kayle pant, her brilliant eyes lit up with barely constrained lust. And then Katarina laughed. Long and hard. She nearly fell over, holding her sides because it hurt so much.

"Wh-what's so funny?" Kayle twisted her head, looking around in a nervous panic.

"You! Hah! I thought- Hahahah!" Katarina had tears in her eyes, her gut cramping from laughter. "I actually thought you might be different! Ahahah!" Kayle's expression hardened, but Kat just kept up her mocking cackling. "The great and holy Kayle, castigating her sister's actions one second, and then partaking the next."

"B-be silent!" The angel barked.

Katarina sat upright, her laughter shrinking to mere snickers. "So high and mighty, or hypocritical and petty?" The assassin felt renewed boldness welling up inside. No, the angel wouldn't kill her, she had to get her rocks off first, but Katarina wasn't going to let the opportunity pass to sling barbs her way. "Can't let your sister see you're just like her."

The statuesque shemale took a step back, startled by the noxian's sudden attitude. "No, I- That's not- I'm not-" The angel's face was flushing redder and redder by the second.

"You're not what? A rapist?" Katarina sneered, the gigglefit over for now. "Look at you, you've already got your pants off and everything. Just couldn't wait for Morgana to piss off so you could come get a piece, could you?" The noxian woman cupped her breasts, pressing them together, rolling them up her chest while the angel oggled her soft mounds and practically drooled over them.

"I-I said s-silence!" Kayle stammered and took a step back, unable to take her eyes off those pillowy mammaries, so soft and pliant looking. Her cock throbbed, swelling with blood.

Katarina's eyes were wild, madness and rage reflected in them as she crawled closer to the angel. She just couldn't get away from it, everywhere she went, everyone she saw was sizing her up, just waiting for the chance to rape her. And now this holier-than-thou bitch not only had the same idea in mind, but she didn't even have the balls to admit it. She preyed on Kayle's discomfort, turning the tables on her in her moment of shame and weakness. If she was going to be fucked either way, by this point she might as well get what little payback she could.

"What's wrong? Don't tell me you weren't planning on taking this by force just a few seconds ago." Katarina jeered, kneeling at Kayle's feet. Taking the muscular woman's cock in both hands, she squeezed it til the angel hissed and cringed. She tapped the bulbous head against her tits, skin smacking against skin until she slipped the shaft between her chest-cushions and squeezed it between them.

Kayle's breath grew heavier, her strong hand trembling as she reached out and grabbed a fistful of scarlet hair. Her sapphire eyes glazed over with a look of lust. Still, she protested. "N-no, I-I wouldn't..." She murmured, even as she tried pushing the girl's face closer to her crotch.

Katarina resisted though, looking up into her eyes while using her breasts to massage her dick. "So then you always strip naked before cutting down an enemy? What, were you gonna offer to spare me if I sucked you off?"

From the way that Kayle froze, silently turning her head aside as if she could hide the redness in her cheeks, Katarina knew she struck a chord. "Really? REALLY?! You really think- That's still rape!" She glared up at the angel with a look of such sheer disgust that it burned her worse than any wound.

Kayle scowled, pushing down harder on Katarina's scalp. "Why won't you cease talking!?"

More laughter greeted her in response. "God, you're terrible at this. Weren't you watching your sister do it? Of course you were, she made sure of it." Katarina folded her arms upwards, squishing her bosom in between them. She felt that thick pole throb and sniggered as her assailant twitched and moaned from the soft embrace.

"Be quiet, damn you! I won't be demeaned by some- some cheap harlot!" Kayle's face burned, her cheeks a dark enough shade of red to match her enemy's hair. Worse, she couldn't tell what stung more, her insolent attitude or that she spoke the truth.

"Oh, but you'll demean me without a second thought, use me up and discard me." Katarina glowered, doing nothing to hide her contempt even while she lifted her breasts and bounced them around the angel's member, filling her head with conflicting thoughts and feelings.

Through clenched teeth, the buff angel hissed. Why did it feel so good? Was she being tested? Was this all part of Morgana's scheming? She entwined her fingers deeper through those crimson locks. The trembling stopped and she pushed Kat's head down til her insolent lips kissed the crown of Kayle's cock, poking up out from between her breasts.

Still the girl would not be silenced. Even if it was too occupied to form words, her mouth kissed and licked the angel's fat, bloated cocktip. Her tongue swirled around it, peeling back a layer of foreskin to expose the sensitive glans within. The entire time, she slurped and smacked her lips together loudly, sucking on the tender skin hard until it would slip free with a loud, wet pop. She went out of her way to be as noisy and lewd as possible, making Kayle's ears burn from the sounds of her actions. If Kat couldn't spare herself another rape, she would make it as degrading and embarassing for the angel to partake in as it was for her to be on the receiving end of.

And it was working. Despite the wonderful warmth and softness envelopping her prick, and the expert, downright eager ministrations of Kat's tongue toying with her knob, Kayle felt more ashamed doing this than anything else in her life. Taking advantage of a defeated enemy, giving in to such base, crude desires... it was beneath her! But it just felt so gooood... Katarina's wet tongue flicked underneath her crown, teasing the frenulum, and she moaned in delight. Damn Morgana, she should have never allowed her to have her 'fun'. Now she couldn't get the images out of her head. Her sister's cock plunging into the girl's dripping snatch again and again, Katarina riding her pole and screaming so enthusiastically...

Kayle growled, glaring with utter contempt down at the woman below her. She stared right back, loathing in her eyes. This vile woman had been so eager to fuck her sister, so willing to let that bitch steal her very soul away, and now she was just as gladly giving another foe a boobjob. She hadn't even made a demand yet, and already Katarina was slobbering all over her dick. Kayle wasn't going to let this... this gutterwhore try to disgrace her!

"Slrrp! What's wrong? Mmf... Not having fun?" Katarina murmured between noisy sucks, her hands roughly mashing her breasts together, the rest of the angel's chubby length wedged between.

"I told you to shut up!" Kayle bellowed, losing her composure utterly. She shoved Kat's face downward with all her might, thrusting her hips forth at the same time.

Katarina's eyes widened in shock, her mouth quickly stuffed by angelic cock. At a 'measly' six inches, it didn't sink halfway to her stomach like so many others she'd seen today, but its width strained her jaw and stretched her lips. Her eyes were squeezed shut as it felt like all available space in her skull was being taken up by the dick crammed down her gullet. Muffled cries served only to further pleasure the girthy shaft, its weight pinning her tongue beneath it.

"Mff! Mnff!"

"Go ahead, mouth off some more! Surely such a wanton slut wouldn't let my dick stand in her way!" Kayle snapped, letting out a hearty laugh of her own. Grasping fistfuls of crimson hair with both hands, she buried her cock to the root in Katarina's maw, not letting up til the girl's nose was entrenched in her neatly groomed golden bush. Grinding her pelvis into her face, she listened for the tell-tale 'Grlk! Glk!' sound of her gagging and choking on dong before pulling out. Thick, syrupy strands of drool spilled down the assassin's chin and soaked the angel's balls, ropes of it dripping and hanging from her shaft. Katarina coughed and sputtered, suffocating on her own mucus until Kayle gagged her with her dick again.

Tears welled up in Kat's eyes, blurring her vision. Girlmeat scraped and rubbed the insides of her cheeks, pushing them outwards. Even if she tried not to, she couldn't keep her teeth from scraping the angel's sizeable pole. That was her saving grace, what kept the powerful warrior from face-fucking her til her jaw dislocated. She quickly pulled out after only a couple thrusts and left Katarina to heave and rasp for air.

Schlik schlik schluk... Woozy but still conscious, Katarina looked up to see Kayle jerking herself furiously, sliding her strong grip up and down her slimy dong, smearing spit and phlegm up the entire length of it til it shone and dripped with Kat's throat fluids. Rather than shut her mouth, she just laughed again, a raspy, hoarse snicker that only fueled Kayle's anger. "Hahh, hahah... Sorry to disappoint, you thick-dicked freak, but it looks like you're too big to get knob-job."

"Stop mocking me!" Kayle screamed herself hoarse. Grabbing Kat by the shoulder, she dragged her closer and slapped her dick between her tits once more, the wide staff sliding slickly between her love-pillows thanks to the generous coating of lube. She steadied herself against the woman's shoulders, and started to buck and thrust, fucking the tight sandwich her breasts made.

Katarina watched the angel's abs flex with every thrust, her toned thighs bulging when she pumped her hips. She even went so far as to lend the buff shemale a hand, meekly mashing her pliant mammaries together, hugging her length tighter. "Just like your sister, you just love a nice big pair of tits, don't you?" She taunted, her voice still a bit hoarse as she used her forearms to squeeze her bust, sliding it up and down her staff.

"D-damn you!" Kayle grit her teeth. "I will not be degraded." As much as she enraged her, as much as she wanted to just kill this vile woman, her raging hormones prevented her from doing anything besides give in. She was just so damned horny. She just wanted to get off and get back to the fight, but Katarina's incessant chatter made it difficult just to even stay fully hard, her throbbing fuckstick only staying semi-erect. She tilted her head back, looking up at the sky, trying not to stare into the woman's eyes, to see the judging glare within them, but she couldn't drown out the comments.

"Just admit you're no better than her! You're just as much a filthy pervert." Katarina grinned, taking some cruel pleasure in cutting with her tongue, as sharp as any knife. Her breasts squished lewdly around that slick cock, her own spit wetting them. The noise just added to the degrading act, making it harder for Kayle to deny.

"You dare speak to me of filth, of lecherous perversion?!" The angel snapped, squeezing Katarina's shoulders til she cringed in pain. She couldn't take anymore, could barely think of anything beyond fucking the girl's brains out. The noxian's attitude mixed with the cursed seed of arousal her sister planted, driving her to the brink of madness. "I will not be degraded by some shameless whore who wouldn't seem out of place servicing men in a public bathroom!"

Kayle paused for a moment, the kernel of a half-formed idea taking hold. Katarina looked up at her, almost quizzically, as if she had expecting more. A callous grin spread across the divine champion's androgynous face. The idea continued to grow and take shape in her mind, a dirty, wicked thought that under better circumstances she would never dare to consider, and was likely to regret later down the line. But for right now, she just didn't care. She thrust her hips again, rapidly pumping between Katarina's tits with a soft, throaty moan. Pulling her dick free, she rapidly stroked herself off again, her moans getting louder, her breathing heavier. Sliding her thumb and forefinger down to the base, squeezing tight and taking aim at the woman's face.

"Cumming already?" Katarina arched a brow, looking comtemptuously at her captor. "Hmph, a quick-shot too, you really should be emba-" She was cut off by the sudden spray erupting from Kayle's cock, squinting to protect her eyes.

It came faster and more forceful than Katarina had expected, soaking her face and filling her yapping mouth. The first clue that something was off was how watery it was, nothing at all like the thick, gooey, tar-like spunk she'd been painted with so many times already. It hosed down her face in a steady, constant stream, rather than spurts and wads. Then the taste hit her senses, bitter, moreso than cum usually was, and acrid. Realization striking, Katarina could only gaze upwards in slack-jawed shock, her cheeks seething red with humiliation.

Kayle's head was tilted back, a look of relief plastered across her face as she pissed in Katarina's face. Holding it throughout the duration of a League match was always such a pain, but she'd never dare risk getting caught in an indecent position. Usually at least. It seemed she was willing to make a lot of exceptions for Katarina today however.

"You- Spt! Pft! You fucking- *hack*" Katarina coughed and spat, getting a mouthful of urine whenever she tried to speak. Shrieking in shame, she twisted her head and tried to pull away, but the angel just pulled harder on her hair to hold her steady.

Still squeezing her shaft, the Judicator smacked Kat in the face with it, the blunt mushroom head making a wet smack and showering her in gold. When she closed her mouth to at least avoid having to taste it, the stronger champion just pinched the bridge of her nose, suffocating her until she finally opened wide to gasp for air. The fist-sized cockhead quickly pressed right up against her lips, filling her mouth to the point of overflowing with her holy piss. Left with no other alternative, Katarina gulped it down, whimpering like a bitch the entire time, excess spilling down her chin and coating her breasts.

"Have you finally finished prattling?" Kayle grinned, the woman's red tresses growing damp in her hand, the warm, watery liquid splashing everywhere. "Seems that all it takes to silence your tongue is to give it something equally filthy to occupy itself with." She chortled to herself.

As her stream started to weaken, the angel cupped Katarina's chin, forcing her mouth closed when she popped her cockhead free to hose her face down one last time. She held the woman's jaw while she struggled and squirmed, desperate to spit it out, but the wrathful angel held it shut and tilted her head back, forcing her to swallow instead. "You mustn't spill now... I'd think a disgusting pig such as yourself would delight in serving as a urinal." Kayle sneered, gazing into Kat's eyes, burning with hatred. She watched her throat pulse, heard her swallow, and then finally released her to cough and gag. While the assassin doubled over and retched, Kayle wrapped a fistful of scarlet hair around her dick, using it to mop up the last trickle of urine and wipe her shaft clean.

Discarding her like a used rag, she watched the human cough and sputter. A hand clutching at her damp chest while she spat and hacked off to the side, trying in vain to excise the bitter taste from her tongue. Katarina was lucky that the smell was weak enough as to be nearly unnoticeable, but still, when one's nose was soaked in it, the faint scent lingered on every breath inhaled.

The sight of the woman there, on her knees and soaked in her piss, excited Kayle more than she ever imagined it would have. That yellow sheen that glistened on her skin... was such a beautiful colour. The same divine glimmer as the armour that she wore, the same glittering gold that accompanied the heavenly magic that she wielded... Though it rested untouched between her thighs, the angel's cock swiftly rose to attention. Pulsating in time to the beating of her heart, it swelled and bobbed as it lifted up, filling with blood and thickening. Fat and throbbing, lined with bulging veins, her dick became as hard and strong as any of her powerful muscles. Her wings stretched out and beat with excitement. She needed this... Needed to purify this vile creature, to seed her womb with her divine essence... Oh who was she kidding, she just needed to fuck something, hard and fast.

The angel descended atop her in a flurry of feathers, wrestling Kat to the ground. "No... No! Stop!" She protested weakly, grasping at the larger woman's modest bosom, hitting her shoulders, trying to beat her off.

Kayle simply grabbed her by the wrists and pinned her arms down. She was panting madly, vision clouded by lust, pressing her weight down upon the mortal woman. Her knees worked their way between Kat's thighs, spreading them apart while she worked to keep the struggling girl pinned. Her wide slab of meat throbbed with need, grinding against Katarina's flat belly, sliding along her smooth skin.

"Stop! You've done enough to me!" Katarina wailed, tears streaming down her face. She had never felt so ashamed, so disgusted, and now the angel was intent on defiling her maidenhood as well, just like every one else, just adding to her shame, exploiting her weakness.

The woman below kicked out, flailing her legs wildly. Deftly, Kayle hooked her arm under the struggling assassin's right thigh, pulling it aside so that it would hook around her waist when it bent at the knee. With nothing separating them, her cock sawed back and forth along Katarina's tender lips, teasing her opening with her fat length. Screaming bloody murder, the noxian flailed her now free hand, pounding her fist into Kayle's shoulder. The muscular angel just shrugged off the blows and ground her hips more insistently.

"Nngh..." Kayle grunted. "Lust-driven whore... Slut! You'd spread your legs for anyone..." Visions of her sister ravaging Kat's cunt raced through her mind. "Don't pretend to protest now when you were so eager before." Her hips shifted, bloated tip pressing firmly against her womanhood.

"No. No!"

"Trying to tempt me into indecency, both of you..." Kayle seethed, feeling those tender folds parting. Katarina screamed, but the angel was undeterred. Her firm ass flexing as she pressed onwards, spreading her lips further apart. "I thought it inappropriate to touch you, but you were so happy to mount that vile wretch. So eager to seduce me..." Such tightness... The woman's petals squeezed and clamped around the end of her dick so wonderfully.

"Stop! Stooop!" Katarina howled. Her vaginal walls were stretched thin, her wet tunnel widening so far to accomodate the angel's girth.

"I-I could never take someone against their will..." Kayle stumbled over her words, shutting her eyes and grunting as she pushed in further. "But... But it's not rape if you're willing! I'm-I'm not doing anything wrong!" She shouted deliriously, trying to justify her own indefensible actions.

"No! Sto-mmnf!" Katarina was silenced by Kayle's hand, covering her mouth to stifle her pleas.

"I-I can't hear you..." The angel muttered, more to herself than Kat. With her eyes closed, she couldn't see the look of desperation written on the woman's face. "You so happily teased and taunted... This is what you wanted, right? This is.... Nnnngh!" Kayle groaned, her cock halfway in now. Even though it was shorter than the average dick Katarina had taken today, its immense width made every inch a terrible struggle. "...just two consenting adults." She muttered, resting her upper body against Kat's, the woman's larger bosom cushioning her own, while the weight of her muscles held her down. The angel didn't seem at all bothered by her own urine soaking the girl, grinding against her all the same.

Both of Katarina's hands were free, fists battering Kayle's shoulders. When that didn't work, she gripped them tightly, trying to push her off. No luck. She wasn't strong enough, couldn't get enough leverage.

Another inch and a half of angel cock speared her pussy, eliciting new howls, all muffled. Her hands squeezed tighter, feeling the muscle definition in Kayle's shoulders. There wasn't much else she could do. Another half an inch and her eyes were rolling up into her skull. It wasn't bad enough that every woman in the league apparently had a dick somehow besides her, but did they all have to be so huge too?

One last inch and Kayle moaned from pleasure. Fully bottoming out in the woman's snatch, her walls hugging her shaft just right. So sweet and velvety soft... Kayle grimaced and ground her hips, feeling her innards squish and squelch around her hard tool. The feeling was so heavenly, she didn't even mind that she was fucking her sister's sloppy seconds, stirring her cock around inside the goopy mess her sibling had left behind to lube the woman's passage.

Grunting from the strain of working her pussy-wrecking log all the way inside Kat's sex, the angel humped her slowly, using short, shallow motions. The girl's sobs and cries were soon joined by muffled moans. Every wrinkle and crevice inside her felt like it was being stretched and flattened out, battered and scraped by the wide-bodied invader. And though the length was certainly not miniscule by any means, it was nice to not have her poor cervix beaten and torn open for a change, even if every shallow thrust still felt like it was punching her in the gut.

Encouraged by Katarina's soft moans, and the strong grip on her shoulders that felt almost affectionate to someone as strong as she was, Kayle opened her eyes to gaze at the mindless, numb expression on Kat's face. She smiled sincerely, uncovering the girl's mouth to squeeze one of her breasts instead, massaging it in her firm grip. "Mnn! You do want it! I knew it." Kayle moaned, sliding her slickened cock back a bit further only to slam forward once again, her length basted in Morgana's black, corrupted cum. "Just a filthy cum rag. I bet you even enjoyed drinking down my piss like the greedy cumrag you are."

Any attempt Katarina made to respond was cut short when Kayle slammed her dick in to the hilt, knocking the air out of her lungs. Leftover cum squished around her length and squeezed out around the edges, dribbling into the dirt below them. The corrupting essence slicked her passage, making it easier to ream her wet tunnel. Morgana's black, ichorous semen clung to Kayle's shaft as she pulled out, oozing from Katarina's honeypot when she thrust back in. Still warm, it added to the heat of Kat's sex, making her tunnel unnaturally wet and slick. It served as an enabler, allowing Kayle to build speed easily, her pelvis battering Katarina's sharply.

"Gods above, you're so wet..." Kayle moaned, her hands roaming up and down the noxian's sides, caressing her hips, stroking her thighs. Her every thrust rocked the woman's body, leaving her moaning and panting.

Katarina wanted to protest, to fight back, but couldn't find the strength. Her leg bobbed, bouncing and coming to rest wrapped around the angel, and she found her arms moving to embrace her rapist, if only to try and steady herself against the force of her powerful thrusts. Kayle took it as an act of submission however, groaning and just hilting her cock even faster. Her golden blonde hair draped over the both of them like a curtain, and she leaned in nibble and kiss at Katarina's throat. She could taste herself on the woman's skin, but didn't let that hinder her. Sex was supposed to be a loving, passionate encounter... Wasn't it? Her mind felt... Foggy for some reason, and it was hard to think. She just knew this felt good, and she wanted so badly to keep sinking her dick into this woman's hole, lubed by her sister's black cum. That dark ichor spurred them both onwards, so tainted with vile corruption that it spread its influence to anything it came in contact with, clouding judgment with a fog of lust.

Katarina moaned again, her ass being slammed into the dirt repeatedly, her cunt stretched and ruined. Damn that Kayle, she was just... so... thick! Her cock was hitting all the right spots, but without going so deep as to cause pain. The only discomfort came from being spread open so far, her labia growing red and sore from the strain.

The sound of bare skin slapping together was getting louder, and wetter. Kayle's brawny frame was glistening, dewdrops of sweat gathering along her body, rolling down her biceps and dripping from her brow. Placing both hands on either side of Katarina's head, she pushed herself up to take some of the pressure off of her, gritting her teeth as she put all of her incredible power into her hips, brutally slamming into the redhead's cunt.

Katarina tilted her head back so far that her scalp was digging a little groove in the dirt under her. Her lips formed a large O, crying out in ecstasy. "Oh... Oh god, ooh goood!" She howled. Her pussy lips quivered, her muscles trembling as she was overcome by orgasm, her best of the day. Her arms and leg all tightened their grip, clinging to Kayle tightly as she ravaged her slit.

The angel paused, hearing her cries of delight, and just ground her veiny meat in slow, lazy circles, drawing out the length of her orgasm before drilling into her again. Her own release wasn't far away. Not accustomed to participating in such shameful acts of eroticism, her staying power wasn't as good as her sibling's. Still, she was determined to give just as big a pay off. The fallen angel's semen stuck to her pole like syrup, just serving to remind Kayle that she was fucking Morgana's discarded cumdump, rutting in her own sister's sperm. So sticky, so warm and wet... Kayle found herself moaning louder, breathing heavier. Her toned buttocks flexed, driving her hips forward. She needed to overwhelm her disgraced sister's seed, reclaim what she had tainted, purify it. Overcome by the need to defeat the darker angel, just as she always was... She bit her bottom lip, sinking teeth into her own flesh to stifle a fresh moan. That was what she told herself. This was consensual, this was justice, this was affectionate, this was purifying evil... She told herself whatever she needed to hear except for the truth, that she was vulnerable to base desires like everyone else, that she just wanted to cummm...

"Oh!" Kayle gasped, almost in shock at the suddenness of it all. The point of no return passing by in the blink of an eye, there was no turning back now, no stopping, no pulling out. Her hips jackhammered the quivering, wailing woman beneath her, pounding her trembling slit til she was loose and sure to be left gaping. Sinking her teeth deep into her lip, she raised her head, eyes screwed shut, and came hard.

The thick, urethral tube travelling along the bottom of Kayle's dick bulged with semen, her load flying up the length of it to fire from her tip like a cannon blast. Powerful jets of holy jizz lanced deeper than her cock could reach, filling Katarina's womb with thick wads of white sludge. The assassin's eyes rolled up even further into her skull, her irises practically disappearing beneath her eyelids. Her lips were still frozen open and round, moaning non-stop. She could feel each spurt of cum striking her insides, a beautiful pearly white to contrast with Morgana's ominous black. Though they differed in appearance, each wiggling sperm had the same goal, finding an available egg to fertilize.

Kayle held her hips steady, her spine slightly arched, not daring to move until her heavy balls were utterly drained. The tiniest trickle of white managed to escape the tight seal Katarina's netherlips made around her dick, the rest of it trapped inside by the angel's immense girth. Even after her orgasm stopped, the Judicator stayed still, basking in the pleasant afterglow and savouring the way the noxian's tunnel gripped her now-overly-sensitive length. Her length soaked in her own cum, her pure essence conflicting with the corrupting influence Morgana had left behind. Fresher, more potent, and carrying the angel's divine blessing, it purified the taint both from Kayle, and the girl the two angels had used for a cumdump.

Slowly, the fog of lust that had clouded her brain dissipated. The increased sensitivity faded and the angel's spent cock wilted, going soft and sliding from Katarina's sex with a wet schloorp. A viscous mixture of cum spanning several partners spilled out in its wake, gushing from her gaping twat. Free to think clearly, Kayle reopened her eyes and looked down, and immediately regretted everything she had done. The sight of Kat's piss-soaked, tear-streaked face greeted her, bringing with it an overwhelming sense of guilt and remorse.

"What... What've I done?" The angel stammered, stumbling to find words.

Sore and wet, disgraced and degraded, exhausted and utterly humiliated... Katarina lay there, barely even moving. From her, too, the last remnants of Morgana's corruption faded. With it went so much of the anger, the eagerness, the stupid, stupid idea to try and humiliate Kayle that backfired so spectacularly... All she was left with was the hurt, the shame, and the despair of her situation, the crushing weight of her day bearing down on her soul. Fresh tears welled up in her eyes, and Katarina sobbed. Quietly, subdued even, especially when compared to her vocal, defiant screams. There was nothing left for her to do but cry.

"N-no... I'd never, I-" Kayle climbed to her feet, trembling with a weakness that didn't match her powerful frame. Nothing she could say, nothing she could do would excuse what she had done, could justify her heinous actions.

In a blind panic, she turned and looked around the clearing. No one. No one to witness or judge her misdeeds, no one to shift the blame to and accuse of misguiding her. Her wings flapped, lifting her into the air, and she frantically raced about, gathering her discarded armour.

"I can't... I-I..." She struggled to form words, her tongue tripping over itself. She didn't know what to say, if there was even anything to say. She just had to go, to leave, pretend this had never happened. In the background, she could just barely hear Katarina sobbing, and that sound taunted her more than anything the woman had said earlier.

Metal clinked and clanked as she clumsily re-equipped her gear, almost intentionally so. The rattling of her armour would drown out Katarina's agonized wails, or so she hoped. But she could still hear it in her head, those anguished mewlings haunting her. She clutched at her skull while she slipped her helmet back into place, grimacing, trying to expel the memories to no avail.

Just a few feet away, her weapon lay embedded in the dirt. Kayle gave it a forlorn look, staring at the holy blade, the deep, blood-red ruby inset within it. There was one way she could silence that terrible sound, surely...

Gauntlets clasped the hilt, ripping it from the earth. Weapon in hand, she turned to face Katarina, who still laid there, unmoving save to occasionally be wracked by a full-body shudder. The armoured angel approached slowly, each footstep loud and thudding. Her wings flapping excessively, still trying to drown out those sobs with any noise she could muster of her own.

Then, she was standing there, looming over the naked, prone woman. Kayle gazed down at her silently, taking in that dreadful noise, that awful sound that filled her with self-loathing. Katarina stared right back, making no move to fight back, to escape as Kayle's raised her weapon high. Broken in mind, beaten in body, shattered in soul. The angel shut her own eyes as she prepared to put her out of her misery and end her suffering. Sword pointed up, ready to strike. The blade swung the air, slicing downwards...

An inch from Katarina's midsection, Kayle stopped, opening her eyes in shock. The assassin looked up at her, confused, and for a brief moment, the sobbing ceased.

Something... Kayle could sense... Something. Life. As part of the divine training she had undergone on her homeworld, she had been taught to sense and identify life, wherever she went, in order to nurture and protect it. She could sense it now. But not her own, nor Katarina's, nor any of the other combatants, or even any of the other creatures that normally called Summoner's Rift home. This was something... else. Something new.

Kayle dropped her sword and crouched down next to Katarina, a gloved hand tracing the woman's abdomen. From within, she felt something stirring, something so tiny as to be almost imperceptible, even to her angelic senses. Of course, how could she have been so blind? But... When had it appeared? Just now? Was this... her doing? Or Morgana's? Or had it already been there before they even arrived? Amidst the chaos of attacking LeBlanc and the stress of Morgana's foul misdeeds, she hadn't exactly been thinking with the clearest of minds. Her senses had been... distracted. The conception could have happened anytime recently, if not one of the two angels, than someone else.

Who, or what, didn't matter right now. What mattered was an opportunity to atone had just presented itself. Pressing both hands to Katarina's midsection, Kayle hummed softly.

The woman looked at her quizzically, wondering what new hell was in store for her now. "What-what're you doing?" She inquired, her own voice so weak and raspy that she didn't recognize it at first. "Aren't you going to kill me?"

Kayle shook her head. "Though you may be my enemy, I would never risk harm upon an innocent life, even the child of one as vile as you."

"Vile as me?! You're the one who raped me!"

Kayle ignored the woman's hysterics, sweeping her hands up and down Katarina's body. As she did, a golden glow began to encompass her. A sphere of divine energy formed around her entire body, sparkling and glittering with holy power. Katarina would have marvelled at the sight, if she wasn't so suspicious of it. The golden bubble seemed to solidify around her, just underneath Kayle's hands, before shrinking. It grew smaller and smaller, changing shape as it did to match the contours of Katarina's body. It continued to shrink, until it was like a second skin that completely enveloped the noxian. Slowly, it sunk into her body, merging with her flesh, until the bubble disappeared in its entirety, the only remnant being a slight golden glimmer to Katarina's skin.

The deed done, Kayle stood, satisfied that, in some small way at least, she might redeem her own repugnant actions. "That should protect you for the time being, though I would recommend you make haste somewhere safe and hide." As she spoke, Kayle reached for her sword once again. Her wings outstretched, she beat them softly, scattering snow-white feathers about as she lifted into the air. "My sister and I shall end this competition soon, and the battlefield is no place for an expectant mother-to-be."

"Wait, what?!" Katarina's eyes widened, and she leapt to her feet quickly. "Wait! What do you mean by that?!" She shouted and gave chase.

Climbing higher into the sky, Kayle ignored the woman's inquiries and turned in the direction her sister had fled. Blessing herself with speed and rejuvenation, the angel took off in pursuit. Katarina followed her for as long as she could, weaving between trees and through brush, but she was unable to keep pace. In a state of shock and awe, the thought to use her Shunpo technique to warp to Kayle before she got out of range didn't even occur to her, and she soon fell too far behind to catch up. Slowing to a halt, she watched the angel disappear out of sight.

Katarina was left behind, and, for the first time, alone.

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The gentle lapping of the water at her sides brought some semblance of calm to Katarina's mind. She laid in the river, floating gently on the current, hoping the water might soothe her wounds, both physical and mental.

Once the angel had left, the woman had pondered what to do next. There was little point in returning to base. The angelic siblings would both be ahead of her already. The thought of running into Kayle again sickened her, and the dangers of encountering Morgana again were even worse. Yet she was ill-equipped to try and mount a counter-offensive.

Left with little alternative, she had returned to the river to bathe and wash away some of her shame. There was no trace left of Kayle's degrading act now, though if the angel was telling the truth, she possibly had a different souvenir instead.

A steady stream of tears trickled down her cheeks. Despite her melancholy, her face remained a neutral mask. A bit of redness in her cheeks and wet, watery eyes the only sign of expression. Her arms laid limply at her sides, her fiery hair drifting all around her. Her legs did nothing to tread water, simply relying on her natural buoyancy to keep her head above the surface and the river's flow to keep her moving.

The slow moving current slowly carried her downstream, back to where her troubles began. How had things gone so horribly wrong? Such a successful steal, she'd been so proud. Surely her allies had benefitted from the dragon's bounty she had procured, but not enough to make up for Katarina's otherwise uselessness. Not enough to make up for LeBlanc's wicked treachery.

Katarina felt the tears welling up again, her eyes squinting to hold them back. She sniffled, her nose stuffing up. Not again... She'd broken down into full on heaves and wails twice already, and she felt it oncoming yet again.

Quickly, she tried to distract herself. Eyes shut, she forced her mind to focus on something, anything else. The gentle relaxing current. The soothing burbling sound. The loud, booming thuds in the distance. The splintering crack of falling trees. The way the earth gently rocked and shook the water. The violent splashing all around.

Wait...

Katarina was startled into sudden alertness, but all too late. A truly GARGANTUAN set of talons closed around her torso, pinning her arms to her sides and effortlessly lifting her out of the water. Liquid rolled off of her, dripping and splishing into the river below.

She was held aloft, staring into the terrifying visage of Cho'Gath.

Blood and gore stained his now massive teeth, each one taller than she was. His once dignified tuxedo was long gone, torn to shreds and left behind when his frame swelled too large to be contained by it. His monocle dangled down, the chain tangled around one of his teeth. The lens was soaked with so much blood as to be opaque and useless. Only his hat remained intact, though it was so tiny compared to the rest of him that it was virtually unnoticeable. He had always been huge, always towered over everyone else, but now he had grown to truly colossal proportions. His size rivalled even the enormous stone towers that served as the two sides' respective defenses.

Cho'Gath had been feasting.

"Ah, Katarina... There you are." Cho'gath's voice boomed. Somehow both deep and shrill, it possessed an unnatural echo and the screeching timbre was near deafening to listen to. "I've been looking for you."

Katarina recoiled from the stench of his breath, wrinkling her nose in disgust. "Have you now? I seem to be quite popular today." The assassin grimaced, showing no fear in the face of the beast.

Cho'Gath stared at her long and hard, eyeing the miniscule woman with some degree of curiousity. "Katarina... Where are your clothes? This is very unbecoming of such a fine noblewoman as yourself." He said at last.

"Oh cut the gentleman act Cho!" Katarina snapped, leaving the monster looking taken aback. She didn't even bother to struggle, just glowering at him instead. It would just be a waste of energy anyways. "I am not in the mood."

Cho'Gath grinned, his teeth glistening with drool. When he spoke again, his voice took on an even screechier tone, like nails on a chalkboard magnified to incredible volume. "So be it. I would have made the end more palatable for you, but this charade does grow tedious." The demonic fiend lifted Katarina higher, dangling her over his open maw, his massive, slick tongue slithering beyond his jaws. It curled around Katarina's ankles and crawled up her legs.

Unable to remain motionless while the beast's slimy appendage smeared saliva along her inner thigh, Katarina grimaced in displeasure and started to kick. Planting her boot on his tongue, she stomped on it repeatedly until Cho'Gath's grip grew tighter. She winced in pain, the pressure building against her chest. "Hmph, so you're a traitor too then?" She rasped. "Working with LeBlanc...?" Katarina wheezed, her voice starved of air mid-sentence.

"Ehehehehahahhh." Cho'Gath chuckled ominously. "Hardly. I do not scheme and plot some complicated ploy, nor do I plan to not surrender this meaningless competition. I will slaughter your enemies and bring you victory in this petty contest, little as it may matter." The monster threw back his head and roared. Stretching out his scythe-arms, he gestured dramatically, first off into the horizon where the distant sound of fighting could be heard, then at Katarina. "For you will not live to see the end. The void devours all things, we do not distinguish between friend or foe. We simply prey upon the weak so that we may one day feast upon the strong."

"Go ahead then." Katarina sneered, flailing her legs. "Eat me, put an end to my misery."

"Fool! There will be no end to your suffering!" Cho'Gath boomed. Again, his tongue caressed the woman's thighs, the slimy sensation making her cringe. It snaked its way between her legs, slicking her flesh with his drool, tasting the tangy sweat and mixed fluids that clung to her. Satisfied by the taste, he retracted it back into his maw, smirking once more. "Ahhh, you have stains upon your soul... Perfect."

Katarina said nothing, not wanting to give him the satisfaction. She simply stared him dead on as he brought her closer to his gnashing teeth. His maw opened, and she could see the spittle being launched by his thrashing tongue, the saliva dripping in thick, sticky strands from his fangs.

'At least this nightmare will finally be over,' she thought to herself, hanging her head. The monster placed her between two massive canines, more fangs looming above. Closing her eyes, she could only hope the end was quick as Cho'Gath slammed his jaws shut.

The creature's pained roar echoed throughout the forest, causing birds to take flight.

Eyes reopening, Katarina looked about to see what had just happened. Beside her, a small chunk of something white was bouncing around, being tossed about by Cho'Gath's flailing tongue before being spat out entirely. Glancing upwards, she could see where it had come from. The monstrous creature had chipped a tooth biting into her. For her though, there was no pain, only the discomfort that came with being soaked in the monster's spit. There wasn't even any visible injury or mark on her either. Her skin sparkled, glowing a faint golden colour before the light diminished, fading back to that same slight glimmer that Kayle had given her.

Cho'Gath tore her from his maw, holding her up to stare at her with his massive, solid green eyes. "How dare you?!" He screeched, snapping his jaws at her again. Though his teeth fared better this time, he still failed to even pierce her flesh, gnawing on her fruitlessly, biting and screaming in blind rage. "What trickery is this?! You wretched creature... I will-"

"Hey!" An angry voice called out to them suddenly, interrupting Cho'Gath mid-rant. "Get your grubby, disgusting hands off of my property!"

Husky, and a tiny bit gravelly, Katarina didn't recognize the voice as an ally, though it was definitely familiar. Together, the two of them slowly turned in the direction of this new interruption.

From the treeline she approached, bathed in flames that swirled around her in a tempest of destruction. Clad in magnificent armour of scarlet and gold, with a helm crested by two draconic horns and segmented plates evocative of a dragon's tail. Her hands glowed with red-hot molten fury, brimming with such power that it made her gauntlets, fashioned to resemble a dragon's jaws, look unnecessary. Blue skin rippled with hard-ridges, scales decorating and lining her flesh in ornate patterns. Yellow, reptilian eyes shone like burning embers, meeting their gaze with a look of hate and rage.

Katarina visibly trembled now, all the courage she had shown in facing down Cho'Gath fleeing her in the face of this new adversary, mouthing her name in fear.

Shyvana.

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