Kayle(League of Legends)

Another year in the books; the League of Legends was closing for the season, a year's worth of competition behind the organization. Summoners from various regions fought for bragging rights, political power, and physical goods; such violent and important battles naturally resulted in the end of the season becoming somewhat of a holiday, and along with that holiday came the parties.

Every year, Summoners, viewers, organizers and sometimes even participants - the Champions that Summoners wielded - would let loose and blow off some steam. Most of the time, these parties were quite innocent, standard house or club parties with drinking and party games, but not much else past that; Summoners wouldn't want to jeopardize their work status with scandals, and Champions were, more often than not, seen as 'above' the festivities.

Notably, Morgana was an exception to this rule; she was notorious for getting down and dirty with Summoners, often even poaching her own sister's Summoners for her dubious schemes in a bid to humiliate her sister. Kayle, of course, was quite vulnerable to this; the high-and-mighty angel had outright refused to associate with her Summoners or indulge in partying for centuries, seeing them as beneath her, and reasoning with herself that it would besmirch her reputation to be seen communing with the rabble. She was all business. Morgana was not the only Champion to let Summoners get a taste, though; from Kayle's hellbound sister to normally 'upstanding' Champions like Fiora, it was well known that this was a time for Champions to let their guards down.

Even with all that in mind, though, Kayle had always felt particularly hurt by her sister's actions, and her own Summoners' willingness to be 'corrupted.' On top of that, Kayle's icy exterior had begun to melt a long while ago, and nowadays, she was longing for genuine connection; all she had known for centuries was punish, justice, torment, cleanse, repeat.

I haven't had an actual sit-down conversation with somebody in over a hundred years. And... I feel guilty, not rewarding those who show loyalty to me, who summon me for every match on the Rift. Maybe if I show, my people will be less likely to fall for Morgana's tricks, as well.

The invitation had been sitting on a table in her quarters for weeks now; an invitation typed out and printed on fine paper, the scent of hextech wafting off of it. It was from her most prolifically dedicated group of Summoners, a group from Piltover. Together, they had all achieved high ranks and high winrates commanding her in battle, and Kayle was genuinely proud of what they had done together. Their group had been inviting Kayle for years, and she'd seen her Summoner group slowly reduce in number as her sister poached them out from under her. The invitation contained instructions on how to get to their location, a secret club that required a password for entry in the back room of an entirely separate business; nobody would know where the club was or how to get in if they weren't explicitly invited.

Perhaps the time has finally come... although I'm not a fan of showing myself amongst commoners, these are clearly the best of them all. Besides... a woman of my status should have no issues intermingling with the rabble. I'll have to proceed in secret, though, lest rumors spread that I'm finally spreading my wings.

It was getting somewhat late; the men had been at it for some time now, and they were all in varying stages of drunkenness. These parties had been going on for years, and Kayle had never shown to one; by this point, they were gathering to celebrate amongst themselves, and not much thought was put into the concept of Kayle actually showing up.

The festivities were contained inside of a secret club, decadent in nature; three of the walls were covered in large golden tiles, pearlescent and glimmery to the eye. The final wall, a shorter side of the rectangular room opposite of the entrance, was made of identically sized tiles, but of pristine white marble; water fell from a slit in the top and flowed down to a tiny pool at the bottom, creating a cascading waterfall all along the wall. There was a steel bar, unmanned and free to use at this time of night, with gold trim along the edges; the tables around the room were marble with a similar gold trim on the edges. It had been arranged almost like a ballroom, with tables and such skirting the edges of the room, while there was a center clear and devoid of obstacles, for if the men decided to partake in dancing to the music playing over hextech loudspeakers.

As for the men themselves, they numbered twelve; all of them were dark-skinned and in various stages of fitness, and despite the splendor of the environment, none of them had dressed more formally than a business casual. Button up shirts, the occasional loose tie, and loose pants; they had come here to relax and have a good time, not impress anybody. They'd been playing poker for quite a while, and were many hands in. As the game went on, they discussed the season, the good times, occasionally a question about if anybody thought Kayle would really show up - they were coworkers and friends, and they felt comfortable with one another. At the third time the question came up, one of them finally decided to indulge himself in some fantasy.

"Man, I wish Kayle would show up. Seems like a girl that just needs to dance the night away, y'know? My hands on her hips, we're swaying to the music, looking into each others' eyes... it's a dream, man."

"Hah!" another responded, one of the more buff members of their group. "Look, dude, I've spent a long time trying to find a hot blonde like her. Railed enough cuties to satisfy most men for a lifetime, trying to find a woman that got me going the way she does. I'm telling you, you don't just want to stop at a dance."

"Exactly! You get the chance to get with Kayle, you bend her over a table and go to pound town. You'd be getting an opportunity that I know damn well we've all always wanted.. Shit's too important."

The conversation steadily devolved into a graphic recollection of what they'd like to do to her; while most of them had initially started with more relaxed and respectful ideas, taking her to bed and earning her love, they quickly devolved into genuine sexual fantasies.

"I want to lay on my bed, have her stick that divine asshole right on my cock. Most girls aren't into anal cause they say it hurts - Kayle could take it, for sure!"

"I want to know how soft those wings are. Imagine if you're laying pipe while she's laying down and you're just bouncing into those wings every time? Bet they're soft, man!"

"Kayle's probably got bomb-ass head game. Women that wound-up are always god tier cocksuckers, in my experience."

As they indulged in their fantasies, though, they were interrupted by the sound of the door opening and shutting. All heads turned as they watched a figure enter the room, but they were unable to see much detail. It was clearly a woman; that much they could tell by the legs, long, muscular appendages ending in a fashionable, but classic, pair of white heels. Above the knee, though, the figure was obscured by a navy blue cloak, showing the general shape of a human but obscuring any defining features. The cloak even masked the face, although they could tell that, whoever it was, they could see clearly enough to avoid the tables at the front of the room as they approached. The figure was decently tall - somewhere close to 5'11" with her heels on - but outside of that, they were too drunk and surprised to immediately realize who it was.

She reached down and gripped the bottom of the cloak, pulling it up sharply to reveal up to her ribs; as she struggled to get the cloak unhitched from something, she revealed her stunning white dress, glittering with each motion. Her thighs were smooth and creamy, and perfectly toned; firm and strong, but looking soft and succulent. The dress ended just a bit below the halfway mark on her thighs, a slight split on the sides to allow for more mobility. She turned to get more leverage to remove the garment and granted them a glimpse of her rear, which was unsurprisingly similarly perfect. She bounced slightly to get the cloak to move up, and her rear jiggled in turn, immediately provoking the men and earning some intent stares. Her dress left her back open, splitting about six inches above her rear, giving a clear view of her pristine skin as she pulled the cloak further up. It was at this point that they could see the beginnings of feathers, and some of them began to put the pieces together.

As her wings unfurled and the cloak came all the way off, they were treated to the rest of her body; the most well-defined collarbone they had ever seen, showcased by the low cut of the dress. Two straps from either side of the cut led up and around her neck, causing the dress to hang tight to her impressive cleavage. The cloak finally came up around her face, and if it wasn't already obvious enough, it was confirmed now; Kayle's visage was apparent to them, her unmistakable jawline literally chiseled by the gods, her features as close to the pinnacle of perfection as they could possibly be. She discarded the cloak to the side, and both parties stared at one another in silence, neither wanting to break the ice immediately.

A few silent, tense moments passed; Kayle couldn't believe that she was actually there. They couldn't believe she had actually shown up. Finally, though, Kayle mustered the courage to find her voice.

"So... this is the place you guys have been inviting me to for so long?" she asked cutely, her wings readjusting and stretching out as she did. The men, still stunned, didn't respond immediately, but one of them finally snapped to his senses and stood to greet her, extending a hand palm-up to her.

"It is an honor, ma'am, to have you here. We've been waiting for a very long time," he told her as she placed her hand on his. He leaned down to kiss the back of her hand in as reverent a motion as he could. "I'm afraid that our function isn't as formal as it once was - the years have seen us get complacent."

"That's quite alright! Look, I snuck out here tonight, as stealthily as I could, because I wanted to relax. I'm not trying to be the Kayle you know on the Rift. I want to have fun, enjoy myself, and you - my beloved Summoners - are the people who know me best, who I can feel comfortable around." Some of them seemed confused, even a bit offput, but the majority looked pleasantly surprised.

"Well, come then, sit down! We were in the middle of a game of poker - do you know how to play?" he asked, pulling a seat over for their esteemed guest.

"I'm afraid not - but I'd more than happily watch you play. Surely, it must be entertaining?"

"Poker is a game of lies and deceit - but the majority of us, our skills lie on the Rift, not on the table. Still, sometimes the fun of a game can be just how bad everybody is. If at any point you would like for us to move on, please, let us know. Besides that, I'm sure you will be the main topic of conversation. Would you like something to eat? Perhaps a drink?" Kayle grinned as she sat, crossing her legs coyly.

"Many."

Although it was already late, the night carried on; as they drank more and more, they grew more relaxed. Many hands of poker were played, and between and throughout, Kayle was the center of attention, fielding questions from all of her Summoners, detailing what her thoughts were during notable matches, and narrowly avoiding admitting who her favorite Summoner was. Kayle, having never actually had alcohol before, was quick to discover that she was a lightweight; as the party continued and the drinks flowed, she quickly found her inhibitions dropping, her guard dropping, and it didn't take long for her to become totally defenseless, without a care in the world. Even if just for a night, Kayle was able to let go of being the Paragon of Justice, and she was able to focus on just being social and enjoying herself. As the men had grown more comfortable as well, Kayle was subtly aware of the fact that their chairs had been moving inwards towards her. Each time somebody readjusted, they inched just a little bit closer; she didn't mind at all. Being close to people is exactly why she was here.

"Tell you what - how about we move on from poker? There's an old Piltovian pub game. Whoever's been in the pub the least, they put on a blindfold, and other people hand them things or lead them to things. You guess right, you get a shot - whiskey will do. You're wrong, you get a shot - water. Want to try it, Kayle?" he asked as he gathered one of the clean fancy cloth napkins, folding it over itself to fashion it into something resembling a blindfold.

"Sure, I - ugh, that stuff's making me woozy - I think that sounds fun. Go on, then, tie it on."

"You don't want to do it yourself?"

"I don't know if you noticed, but I am one drunk woman. You'll be lucky if I can walk in these heels." She bent her head, lowering it to allow him to tie the blindfold. As the cloth pressed against her face, Kayle's vision was obscured - the red cloth blacking out any light that could have made it to her eyes. She was more vulnerable now than ever, and the feeling was thrilling.

"We'll start easy," one of the men, a different one, told her. She looked up in the direction of the sound, but, as expected, she wasn't able to see exactly who it was. She reached her hand out, and it was quite obvious what it was; the glass she'd been drinking from.

"My glass," she stated confidently. It was taken from her, and another, smaller glass took its place. She lifted it to her lips and downed the shot, pleased but unsurprised at the slick burn of Piltovian whiskey.

"Good job! Alright... next up," he said, taking Kayle's hand and helping her to her feet. She stumbled slightly, but regained her poise quickly enough, and after he made sure that Kayle was steady, he led her across the room, through the tables, over to the bar. He lead her to a seat and, within moments, she could hear him rummaging around the bar, grabbing various items and laying them out on the bar top. The first was handed to her, and she rolled it around in her hands for a moment, feeling it with her fingers, squeezing it a little to find that it had some give to it. It was ever so slightly squishy, with a rough texture, cylindrical and seemingly rougher on one end than the other.

"I'm... not sure. Is it a piece of food? Some bar snack?" There were some chuckles, and Kayle was handed a shot glass. He knocked it back, and... water.

"It's a cork, fresh out of the bottle of wine you finished earlier." She dipped her head in mock shame, laughing at her own failure.

"Hah! Fair, fair. Okay, then... on to the next one."

The game continued for a long while, with Kayle intermittently getting things correct or incorrect; regardless, she downed much more alcohol than expected, and had gone from tipsy to drunk quite quickly.

"Jared, give her something," the man who had been leading her along asked, stepping away for a moment. She heard footsteps, and felt his hand on hers.

"I got an idea," he said in a cool, chilled voice. He lead her hand down, down, down further, causing her to go from standing to crouching, then finally to her hands and knees. Unbeknownst to Kayle, Jared turned to his friends and winked, pointing at her now-exposed rear end. The men understood quite well and made sure to take a peek - Kayle was wearing a white thong, a much naughtier garment than any of them had expected, providing an obscured view of her nether region. Jared had led her to a metal section in the floor - it was an outlet to connect the sound system to, for performances, but Kayle, not being from the area, would surely have no idea.

"Hmmm... is this a slot for a flagpole?" she asked, feeling around inside of it. A glass was handed to her, and she steadied herself to knock it back. Water.

"Wrong!" Jared exclaiemd in a playful manner.

"Not fair... give me another chance?" she asked.

"Fine. But there's a price. You'll find out." She leaned down and felt around again, this time using her fingers to prod into the socket. She pondered over it for a decent amount of time, before finally seeming to get an idea.

"You plug something into this! Your magical technologies, this is where a cable goes in! Like the ones they use to broadcast the matches on the Rift." A glass was pushed towards her, but when she tried to take it, her hand was gently pushed away.

"I'm going to give it to you. Follow my movements - I know you can smell it." He waved it back and forth, side to side, and Kayle followed it - being coerced into shaking her ass slightly. Her dress rode up further, giving them even more sight of her brilliant ass. Jared held the shot glass up high, and Kayle lifted her face to reach it, inadvertently arching her back and putting her on full display. He tipped the shot glass down and into her mouth, gently dripping the whiskey inside. She drank it down greedily, eager for more alcohol.

One of the men sitting down gestured to Jared, then pointed at his crotch - with his legs splayed to either side, his sizeable erection was quite easily visible, bulging against the walls of his pant leg. Jared raised his eyebrows at him, but his friend nodded slowly and deliberately. He wanted it.

Jared led Kayle over slowly, keeping her crawling. Ordinarily, she would not have allowed a man to lead her around as such, but she'd never been drunk before, let alone this drunk; it didn't even occur to her that she should feel offended by their actions. Her hand was lifted, and placed without her vision, onto the man's bulge.

"You can't move it around to figure out what it is, you can just feel it," somebody told her, trying to encourage her to be gentle. She felt around on the bulge, tracing it up and down, her fingers dancing over the fabric.

"Interesting... is this some kind of trick? You've stuck something inside of something else, right?"

"That's an idea," Jared said, chuckling.

"The handle of a club, wrapped in a napkin?" They laughed out loud at the suggestion, causing Kayle to flush a bit. She was handed a shot glass and immediately drank the water, knowing full well that she hadn't been correct.

"Not quite, angel."

"Ugh. So it's something stiff, long, hard, covered in a fabric... I can't feel the temperature, but I don't know how thick the fabric is. Do I get another chance?" she asked.

"Go for it," Jared told her. "This one's a freebie." Kayle felt around it again, squeezing down near the tip. The man she was feeling up was gritting his teeth, trying not to groan as she inadvertently massaged his cock.

"Alright. Frozen sausage wrapped in a jacket. I can't move it cause one of you is pulling it tight." She was handed another shot, and the men sat in silence this time - only breaking out in laughter once she had tasted the water.

"I got one over here, if you want another try... but again, there's gonna be a price," somebody said from across the circle they had formed around her.

"Dave?" Jared asked. He was set up similarly, but his erection was even stronger, the sheer girth of his rod bulging obscenely from his pants. Kayle crawled to him, just a few short steps away, and felt around at about the same level, finding her objective quickly.

"Hmm... a rolled up tablecloth in a jacket sleeve? I really think that it's got to be in a jacket sleeve or something..." she muttered. He reached down, taking her chin in his fingers, and lifted it up slightly, although he knew she couldn't see him.

"Wrong. And now, I get my price." He leaned forward to kiss her; Kayle's cheeks turned beet red, and she had a brief moment of panic, but her booze-addled mind soon melted into how good it felt for somebody to kiss her; even if just for a moment, Kayle melted into him, but he quickly pulled back; it had felt longer than it was, but truthfully, it was hardly more than a peck on the lips. The room was silent, and Kayle now sat, still blinded, and utterly embarrassed, unsure how to proceed.

The only way through is to keep going.

"So, does that mean I get another chance?"

"You take as many guesses as you'd like, angel." She felt it again, this time squeezing thoroughly, desperate to spare herself the embarrassment again.

I liked that... nobody's ever kissed me before. It felt so nice...

"Okay. Okay... an unlit torch, wrapped in a cushion?" She felt the fingers on her chin very quickly again, and this time Kayle willingly pushed her face up to meet his. Their lips collided, but this time, he slipped his tongue into her mouth, very briefly probing the inside before pulling back.

"Keep your mouth open. I'm going to give you a hint." He glanced to his friends, who were watching on, enamored at what they knew he was about to do; he slowly, quietly, unzipped his fly, all while Kayle was sitting, mouth open, tongue slightly poking out, but far from fully extended.

Dave fished his cock fully out of his pants, a startlingly massive trouser snake standing at half mast at the promise of Kayle making contact with it. He knew that, if he was choosing wrong and she got pissed off, she could vaporize him; he was willing to bet that she wouldn't.

"Alright. Just tasting, no biting or anything." He slowly, gently, lowered his cockhead down onto her tongue, the room a tense silence as everybody waited to see her reaction. Almost instinctively, as his head makes contact with her tastebuds, a small ooze of precum leaks out of the tip; Dave covered his mouth in shock, trying not to gasp or otherwise alert her to his panic. Kayle pulled away gently, and they awaited her response.

"It's a little salty, very warm, very... oil-y? It almost tastes like... a fresh-baked pretzel, covered in some sauce... could I take a bite to verify?"

"NO!" was the unified response from the room, with all the men shouting in unison to tell her not to do it. Kayle laughed at their panic, finding the situation very humorous herself.

"Alright, alright, I get it - but is that it?"

"Not quite," Dave told her. Another man with his cock out had approached her, and now Kayle unknowingly had two big black cocks in her face, hovering mere inches away from her mouth.

"Taste this one," the other man said. He guided it to her mouth and she slowly wrapped her lips around it, making sure to avoid getting her teeth anywhere near it, given how startled they were by her suggestion to bite into whatever it was.

But... why wouldn't they want me to bite? If it's food, there's not much of a good reason...

"If you move your tongue along it, you get more flavor from it," he told her, pushing the envelope even further. It was around this point that Kayle's tongue ran over a vein; holding it there for just a moment, she felt blood pump.

Oh my god... this is...

Her face reddened deeply as Kayle came to the realization that they had tricked her into putting their cocks in her mouth. Yet, despite the realization, despite the feeling that she should be angry, Kayle moved her tongue up and down the meat rod, her cheeks a bright scarlet.

It does taste good, though, and if I'm being honest with myself... this might just be what I wanted.

Kayle was inexperienced, but her hundreds of years in Runeterra had meant that she'd seen quite a bit, and she understood the basics. She squeezed her plump lips down around the head of his cock and sucked gently, the fire burning in the pit of her stomach matching the heat in her cheeks, as she hadn't stopped blushing. To make matters worse, she was acutely aware of the fact that somebody was feeling her wings, petting them down, massaging them - entirely unaware that they were extremely sensitive, and that his fingers were driving her more wild than the fact that she had a dick in her mouth was.

Unfortunately, she wasn't able to keep that dick in for long before it was swiftly dragged away; it was replaced by lips and a tongue, this time forcefully invasive. She decided to partake, their tongues battling - hers winning handily - as she heard a chorus of zippers. Evidently, the pretense was off; as the tongue retracted, Kayle felt her hands guided to two cocks - both disgustingly large in their own rights, with her hands actually being too small to wrap around them entirely.

"Tug on 'em, real gentle," one of them said. Kayle took a slack grip on them and pulled, quickly understanding what they were asking her to do.

Should I really just be going along with this, though?, the voice of reason in her head asked.

Absolutely. I have been pent up and frustrated longer than most people have been alive. If anybody deserves to cut loose, it's me, she thought in turn, immediately shooting down the idea of bailing out of this. Before she had more time to deliberate, though, she felt a mushroom-tip pushing past her lips, greedily occupying her empty mouth, this time pushing further inside. Just as she had begun to suck on the tip and run her tongue along it, she felt something that shocked her more than it should have - a palm running up her thighs and to her stomach, pressing firmly against Kayle's abs through her dress. His touch was like lightning to her, arcs of shock and surprise battering her as his hand crept higher, and higher, and high, before finally boldly cupping her left breast, squeezing the large mound of flesh gently, but firmly. Time felt like it stood still for a moment, as he knew they were about to cross a threshold they couldn't come back from.

In an instant, he snapped his hand aside and shoved it into the side of her dress, clamping down on the real thing with nothing to prevent full contact. Kayle let out a surprised combination of a gasp and a moan around the cock in her mouth as he pinched her stiffened nipple between his index and middle finger's knuckles, pinning it firmly. They couldn't see it, but Kayle's eyes had glossed over; centuries without physical pleasure meant that even the slightest bit had brought the angel to her knees. She felt his breath hot on her neck, and his words were hypnotic.

"Are all angels always this horny?" he asked her. Her mind screamed no, but Kayle nodded anyways; as she did, the man in her mouth withdrew, and he was very quickly replaced by another, thicker cock. He was far more demanding, thrusting in and out of her tense lips a few inches at a time. As his cock became slick enough with her saliva to do so, Kayle sucked down on it, providing some resistance and plenty of pleasure to him.

The hand roaming her body has been joined by another, this one working down towards her ass, slipping under her dress to probe and squeeze her bubble butt. His hands were greedy, surely, quite clearly doing anything and everything they could to feel up every inch of her beautiful, virgin body - but his movements were deliberate, planned, even respectful or reverent. She enjoyed his fingers working their way along her form, and could feel a gathering wetness in her crotch as they roamed closer to it, but never quite made it there.

Kayle continued sucking and jerking, and the man in her mouth picked up his pace quite a bit, grasping her head on either side to thrust faster. He pumped and pumped and pumped away, and suddenly, Kayle felt liquid - more than the ooze their cocks had been producing, a full shot of it, then another, and another. His thrusts slowed down as he filled her mouth with his cum, bathing her tongue in warm, virile, thick jizz.

"Shiiiit," he moaned, and Kayle immediately got the sense that he hadn't intended for that to happen as quickly as it did. She gulped his load down as he finished shooting off into her mouth, and he pulled away from her.

"They've got a filling, doesn't it taste nice?" she heard Jared say. She swallowed again, forcing down what was left in her mouth, letting her hands hang loose as she abandoned the cocks they had gripped.

"It does, I think," she told them in a light, almost wispy voice. Unbeknownst to her, the man in front of her had taken a step back, surprised that he had busted as quickly as he had; as Kayle continued to stroke the two cocks that were to either side of her, she could her items being thrown off of one of the tables, and although she did have some warning, she was still surprised when two sets of hands lifted her up, away from the men she was attending to, and laid her down on her back on the table. Her legs were dangling off of it, with her butt just barely on the edge.

Just as she was beginning to wonder how far they'd go, one of them was on her; he used one arm hooked into the bend of her knees to lift her legs up straight, and she felt him pull her thong aside with the other. She could feel the cool air of the venue on her exposed genitals, and more importantly, could feel the eyes of every man in the room on her. If any of them were paying attention to her face, they would have seen that she was beet red.

"I have never seen a pussy this perfect," one of them remarked.

"Yeah. Like, I've seen a lot of holes in my life, man... this isn't just a hole."

"It's flawless," another agreed.

"It's almost like every pussy I've ever seen was just a bad imitation of this. I didn't know they could look this good." After a few silent moments of ogling and complimenting, Kayle's rest ended; the man holding her legs up dove in, his mouth clamping down on the wet hole they'd just been revering. He started with exploratory surface licks, his tongue passing over her lips time and time again, before honing in on her clit - the bundle of nerves fired off violently every time his tongue passed over it. It almost felt like too much for the poor, overwhelmed angel.

That was before her top was yanked down, brought down around her waist and revealing Kayle's immaculate body. Her tits were perfectly proportioned, large but not oversized for her frame, a perfect, squeezable teardrop shape with pink nipples standing on end. Her abs could almost be described as shredded, and her torso formed the highly-sought-after hourglass shape perfectly. As soon as her body was revealed, she was being groped, touched, stroked, squeezed, from every angle, every position, a fleet of hands and fingers exploring her. She'd hardly even had a chance to process it when her hands found a set of dicks again - or rather they found her - and she immediately began to stroke them, knowing full well what they wanted. As her hands wrapped around them and began to stroke, she was suddenly aware of a man leaning over her, hands firmly on her breasts, kneading, pinching, squeezing - he was enjoying his time with them, and she could tell by the erection he was poking into her hair. Bits of goo coming off of his length were staining her blonde locks, but that didn't last very long as he reached up to press her head back, then used his fingers to open her mouth.

As soon as the orifice was spread wide open, he went for it, thrusting himself inside. He was blocked relatively quickly by Kayle's throat, but was more than willing to attempt to barrel past that blockage. The mental image of him, mounting her face and shoving his cock into her mouth like she was a cheap whore on the Piltover streets was burning Kayle up inside, but she knew that even if he was going buck-wild, the group was just as concerned with her pleasure, as evidenced by the intense reaction she had to a pair of fingers being introduced down below.

Oh! I've never had anything in down there, it feels so... right!

He was making a point to continue his licking along with thrusting his index and middle finger in and out of her to the second knuckle, not going too far as to make her uncomfortable, but certainly adding more to the mix. Her legs had fallen to the side, her feet perched on the edge of the table as Kayle tried desperately to not lose herself in the chaos surrounding her. Despite everything, though, one thought came through clear;

I don't want this to stop.

His fingers kept pumping, deeper and deeper, and Kayle was starting to lose control; her hips were gently bucking each time he reached inside of her, as he reached further, until finally, he hit a wall; a jolt of pain flashed through her system and Kayle felt him stop, pulling his fingers and tongue away for a moment.

"Guys... she's a virgin."

"What?" Dave asked.

"She's a virgin, I just touched her hymen. Clear as day."

"Well, she is an angel. She's pure... or at least, was. Still holy to me, though," one of them remarked, and Kayle felt him lovingly stroke her thigh. As that conversation was happening, though, Kayle could feel that the men were getting fired up. Her fingers and palms had, at this point, become sticky with precum, the dense, thick fluid gumming between her digits. Her mouth was facing a similar treatment, filling with a taste that she was quickly becoming familiar with.

Kayle could feel her heels being slipped off, gentle tugs unveiling her bare feet. Although she was confused at first, she was pleased to her the praise showered down upon them;

"Oh, man, they're beautiful. There isn't a spot on this woman that's not perfect. Look at those nails, man, I bet she didn't even do them, they just grow all pretty like that."

Those took a lot of effort! she jokingly retorted in her head as his hands came to grip down on one of her feet, massaging them and pressing into the muscle. Where the rest of their acts were certainly more sexually charged, his felt oddly intimate and kind; Kayle was certain he was getting something out of it, too, but his strong fingers coaxing the stress out of her felt genuinely good. She moaned out around the cock stuffing her mouth, doing her best to vocalize that she appreciated their combined efforts with her orifice full. This only served to spur them on, as her pussy was eaten with more fervor, her foot massage deeper, her pleasure stronger.

There were some murmurs, and Kayle was surprised to find each of them withdrawing from her one by one; there was an argument of some kind, but they were fighting in hushed tones, just low enough that she couldn't hear.

Something's wrong... she realized, propping herself on her elbows, although she couldn't see anything. She wiped slobber away from her nose, realizing that some had run out of her mouth as she was pleasing one of them. Her pussy was on fire, and she could feel nothing but excitement as a loud voice she didn't recognize cut through the chatter;

"It's simple. I was winning poker, I go first. We'll go in order after that. We're done keeping her waiting," he announced. She attempted to sit all the way up, but as she did, she felt a hand placed flat on her chest, gently pushing her down to the table again. Although she couldn't see him, she felt his breath on her cheeks as he leaned down to her.

"Relax. I'm gonna take real good care of you," he whispered. He grabbed both of her hands, unified them in the center, and used his own large hand to pin both of them together, lifting her arms above her head and leaving her utterly helpless. She could tell by how smooth and confident the movement was that he had done this before, and she was sure he was very experienced. Kayle froze up, though, when she felt him press his length against her slit; things were about to escalate.

I'd be lying if I said I felt prepared for this. All of them felt so... large, so oversized, thick and long, and - no, no, don't overthink this. I can take it.

He dragged his length up and down her slit, sawing across it, steadily increasing her excitement until reaching a breaking point. She could feel her cheeks redden once again, and as Kayle blushed, he knew it was time. She was captivated by his rod, and even though she was feeling almost claustrophobic in how she was restrained, her needs outweighed her insecurities at the moment. He placed his head at her entrance and began to put his weight gently onto it, stretching Kayle's hymen as he inserted himself further and further. It reached its absolute limit, and he paused, using his free hand to stroke her chin, even as she grimaced and gritted her teeth - his insertion wasn't necessarily painful, but taking something that large with no prior experience was bound to be painful.

"This'll hurt a bit, baby. But you're a goddess - you can handle it." Kayle nodded gently, her mouth agape, waiting impatiently for him to unlock her, to deflower her and remove her 'purity.' He shoved inside, and the two both grunted in unison; a tiny trickling of blood leaked from inside of her, and Kayle had no option but to bare the pain as it faded away. He didn't go much further to start, instead allowing her to adjust.

"You know... taking an angel's virginity, that's the thing legends are made of. Myths, even. That might just be the greatest honor one could achieve, Kayle. I'm a proud man, today... and it's all because of you." As he finished saying that, he jammed himself inside of her further, causing Kayle to let out a low whine in a mixture of pain and pleasure. She felt hands on her wings, stroking them as they were splayed out beneath her, and her hands were finally released - only to be immediately directed to more schlongs to either side of her. She got to work as the man who had taken her virginity began to very slowly pump inside of her, working a bit more of himself inside with each slow push inside.

That didn't last all too long, though, and as the minutes went by and his speed picked up, her slow penetration soon turned to a rough fucking; as he'd estimated, a woman with the raw strength she possessed had no issue going hard quite quickly, and it couldn't have taken more than five minutes before he was full-bore slamming into her with every thrust, her hips trembling under his all-out assault. One hand had moved from her hip up to her right breast, squishing her abundant orb beneath his hand, the malleable flesh giving way easily to the pressure.

As Kayle is being taken in dominant fashion, the other men have descended upon her; once again, there are hands roaming across her body, with one of her feet being rubbed against a cock. In her current predicament she was in no position to suck one of them off, but they were more than happy to rub their lengths on the soft feathers of her wings, embroiling her in a monsoon of pleasure as one of her most potent erogenous zones was overwhelmed.

As things were getting heavy, Kayle felt breath on her cheek again - this time hotter, more exasperated, and he whispered once again;

"The only honor better than taking an angel's virginity is blessing her with your seed... I hope you won't mind," he said between breaths as he kept his pace up.

He's going to...? she realized slowly, far too distracted and distraught to be able to properly respond to him. He continued to slam into her, getting more and more fervent with each press into her depths, and while Kayle certainly knew what was coming, so too did the men around them; they began to cheer him on, and while her pleasure was intensifying, Kayle's handjobs did as well - she stroked harder and her grip tightened on them as he began to really hammer home. Kayle's mouth was hanging wide open, and the angel was unwillingly approaching a scream as his gargantuan cock absolutely obliterated her freshly-opened pussy.

When the moment of climax finally came, Kayle felt as if she were on the edge as well; unfortunately for her, as he buried his manhood deep inside of her and painted her walls white with his seed, she found that it wasn't quite enough. As her insides were being covered, one of the men she was jerking fired off as well, covering the side of her face with his cum, dripping down her ear and splattering her beautiful earrings; the liquid dripped off of the dangling golden chandelier piece, as well as soaking into her blindfold, causing her eye to sting slightly until she shut it. A small amount landed in her open mouth, although she was more occupied with the warmth flooding the deepest recesses of her sex to notice. The two of them were groaning loudly, and Kayle herself was moaning nearly loudly enough to drown them out.

The cock inside of her withdrew, slowly, snaking his length from inside of her sopping, damp hole. As his dick fell away from her privates, the men were treated to a view of her, gaping wide open and with cum flowing out of her stretched hole. She could hear him catching his breath, having put his all into pounding her as hard as possible.

"Just... just took an angel's virginity... and nutted inside her. Nobody else is gonna be able to claim that achievement... maybe even knocked an angel up, huh?" he asked teasingly. Kayle was going to respond, but before she could, more men swarmed over her; she could feel one of them mounting her, putting his knees to either side of her chest as he squished her tits together, taking a moment just to appreciate them, as one of the men from before and a new one approached her for handjobs.

"Never seen a pair this immaculate, not even in my dreams. My god, girl, you really are from the heavens!" he remarked. She felt him slather some liquid - probably his own spit, she thought - between them, and he placed his rod into her cleavage, pressing her tits together around his meat. "Hell, they're so perfect... so firm, but so soft, too," he remarked as he began to hip thrust between them, titfucking the busty angel. "I think I could fuck every woman I meet for the rest of my life and never see a pair of tits this amazing. Every other woman's gonna come up short against you, Kayle."

"Not sure about that one, man... you seen Morgana? She's got massive tits." Kayle was incensed at the mention of her sister - especially the implication that she's got something over me, - but focused on stroking as best she could, pushing those worries down, but the men were quick to dredge them back up.

"I think what's more important for Morgana is that she's a bonafide slut. You want to do some freaky shit and manage to get in contact with her, she'll do it. That's the real attractive part," he mentioned, sparking some conversation between them about how much of a filthy, dirty whore her sister was. Part of it amused Kayle, but another part of her hated that they valued something about Morgana over her.

They argued back and forth for a while as Kayle felt jizz dribbling out of her open hole; eventually, a consensus was reached. Kayle was the more attractive of the sisters by a wide margin; but the men were enamored with how far Morgana was willing to go, how she'd let them do anything they wanted to her body, how she was open to be debased, humiliated, degraded like a street whore bringing a customer back to a brothel.

"Well... Kayle can do that, too," one of them mentioned. "Maybe not yet, but maybe we just gotta open her up... what do you think, Kayle? Think you can out-slut your sister?" They went wild at the idea, and the room was suddenly filled with men exclaiming about things they wanted to do to her. They all merged into once voice and she wasn't able to pick out any individual voice as they cheered her on, but one thing echoed true in her mind;

I am better than her at everything. Even if it's her own game.

"So what do you say, Kayle? Think you can out-slut your sister?" She finally found her voice.

"I know I can." The room may as well have exploded with enthusiasm as the words left her mouth; just as quickly as she'd said them, the man on top of her left and Kayle was rolled over onto her back. She was keenly aware that she was being mounted from behind, his weighty cock draped across her ass as he prepared to take her. However, as she was quite excited, her wings were spreading and twitching; while she had major control over them, it was almost impossible to keep her wings entirely still, especially when she was stressed or excited. As such, they were swinging around gently, constantly getting in his face and distracting him from what he meant to do.

"Shit. Get me some of the cords from the backroom," he mentioned, holding her wings down, pinning them in place. Strong hands gripping her wings tightly was more of an excitement than Kayle though, and she only realized as footsteps were rapidly approaching that she had subconsciously raised her ass in the air - practically begging him to take her.

They're already making me act like... like a slut, she realized as firm cables were wrapped around her wings, first binding the last join to the middle, then binding the middle joint to the root, effectively pinning them in place - not too unlike Morgana's, although hers were chained and locked as permanently as they reasonably could be. As soon as the binds were on, Kayle's face flushed; as it turned out, not being able to move something regardless of how much she struggled seemed to set something off in her.

"I think she likes being tied up," one of them mentioned.

"Oh yeah?" he asked from behind her. "I got some more, then." He grabbed her hands and crossed them just above her butt, then lashed them together with the cable, effectively cuffing them and restraining them behind her. As she had with her wings, her first instinct was to strain against her bonds, and Kayle realized she was truly trapped. While she felt a tinge of shame at what she was doing, the sheer horniness that had been building within her during all of this refused to be stamped out; she was far too turned on to be dissuaded now.

"And hell, you know what's a better honor than taking an angel's virginity? Taking her ass," he remarked, loudly slathering something on his length behind her.

"My-?!" Kayle exclaimed, suddenly regretting that she had allowed herself to be restrained so easily as the immediate urge to escape overwhelmed her. The liquid was poured into her crack, and his fingers roughly spread it around her hole, although they refrained from entering her at all; that honor was reserved for his cockhead, and as it touched her hole, Kayle fell still; resistance was futile now, but she did have one last card to play.

"Wait - I don't know if I'm ready to - oh - OH!" she cried out as he entered her, pushing his cockhead inside. He left it there for a moment, and she felt him lean over, putting his head just behind her own.

"You know, Kayle, I've fucked your sister before. Plenty of times. She's a slut in heat... but you know what she never let me do?" he taunted her, pushing another inch inside to emphasize his point. "She was never enough of a slut to let me fuck her ass, Kayle. Never known her to let -" he said, pausing as he hammered another inch inside, the lubricant he had used being surprisingly effective in allowing him inside, "let anybody in her ass. She was never that much of a slut." Kayle's brief pain had been replaced with a sick pleasure, both physical and emotional, knowing that she was already surpassing her supposedly-whorish sister.

The man who had been infatuated with her feet saw his opportunity as Kayle's pleasure caused her toes to curl. He took to one of her feet quickly, using the slight curve to wrap her toes around his cock and thrust into it quickly. He took his opportunity quickly and went buck wild with his thrusts, explicitly aiming to get himself off as fast as possible.

"Those heels must have hurt, Kayle, let me give you something to help!" he exclaimed as he indulged himself, his cock running over her toes and sole rapidly as he brought himself to orgasm. As he came, he placed the tip of his cock just on the edge of her foot, splattering his jizz across her toes and smearing it on the bottom of her foot, letting the sticky seed gum up between them; he shifted his angle to blast the next few shots up her legs, spreading his seed all the way from her toes up to the top of her calves, her stunningly beautiful skin stained with his cum.

As Kayle felt more jizz on her body, and as both their words and their actions were turning her on, she relaxed; she let her chin rest flat on the table, where before she had been pressing her cheek into it to brace herself. The black cock behind her was pushing into her ass further, and finding an easier job of it as her anus relaxed and allowed him inside, probing into her guts. She felt a hand in her hair, and could smell as one of their cocks was brought to her face.

"Would you mind?" he asked politely; Kayle was a bit too distracted to pay much attention to him, but then he continued; "Only seen Morgana get spitroasted once, and she didn't seem particularly happy about it..." he noted, trailing off. At the mention of an opportunity to once again surpass her sister, Kayle was hooked. She opened her mouth, and his cock was swiftly inserted into her open maw. Her lips wrapped around it quickly, sucking on the head as he inserted himself, brave enough to go into her throat - she was surprised at how easy it felt, but at some point in the last few minutes it was like a switch had flicked, and her body was prepared to see this through to the end. With one dick pushing into her throat and a penis pummeling its way into her ass, Kayle's entire digestive system was plugged by man-meat at both ends.

As the man behind her reached his base in her ass, he rubbed her ass gently, cautiously, almost as if it were an act done in reverence of her.

"I have never had this easy of a time opening up a woman's ass. Usually takes half an hour at least, if she's never been taken before... this is amazing, an unfucked ass opening this willingly. Maybe your 'divine purpose' is to be the sexiest damn woman alive," he joked, his hand never leaving her rear. "How are you liking it?" he asked, prompting the man in her mouth to withdraw to let her speak. Kayle was silent for a moment, but after a gentle smack on the butt, she spoke up.

"It's... it's a new sensation to me, but I like it."

"Mmhmm. You think you're a slut for letting me fuck your ass, Kayle? A man you don't even really know?" She hesitated here, staying silent for a moment as she searched for the words. Taking her silence as a nonverbal denial, he reared back and launched himself forwards, now beginning to properly fuck her ass, although not with his full length by any means. "You think a girl who isn't a slut's gonna let a man fuck her ass like this without even knowing his name?!" he prodded her, knowing that he would be able to fuck an answer out of her.

"Ahhh, yes! Only a slut would do that!"

"Yeah, you starting to feel like a slut yet?" Again, she hesitated to answer, but came to a conclusion much faster this time;

"I'm starting to feel like a slut," she admitted, a mixture of shame and sultriness in her voice.

"Suck this dick like a slut would, then," the man in front of her commanded, and he pushed himself inside, now actively thrusting his way into her throat, although he was far from fully inserted, only pushing maybe an inch or so inside at a time. Both of them were now using her throat and ass, although neither had pushed very far inside; they were slowly working their way in, however, each thrust bringing them just a little bit closer to full penetration of their angelic muse each time they pushed themselves all the way in.

The two men ramped their speed up as well - while her virginity was taken almost tenderly, this treatment was quite rough. Within minutes of their initial penetrations, her ass was being laid into hard enough to produce echoing smacks across the room; similarly, Kayle's throat became a cacophany of loud, lewd gagging noises, coupled with the wavering pitch and volume of her muffled moans between gags; though she'd likely not admit it, Kayle was absolutely loving being treated like this - little remorse, reckless abandon, the men surrendering themselves to the moment just as much as she was. As their momentum continued to increase, Kayle found her legs reflexively kicking and slamming, hammering down on the table beneath her; she was squirming, as if her body was desperately trying to get her to try to escape.

Their actions continued on uninterrupted for a short while, but the others grew restless in due time. Two of them approached from either side and put her feet to work, turning her legs off to the side to press against her soles, using her toes and their own hands to create a 'hole' to pleasure themselves with. Her chin dripping with loose slobber as a cock pounded in and out of the hole above it, her feet occupied, and her ass being used in such a way that not even her whorish sister would allow, Kayle felt as if she'd gone as far as she could go. The man behind her grabbed her bundled-up dress from around her waist and used it as a grip to pull her by, crashing into her backside with such force that she could feel her own skeleton shudder as his big black cock rammed her in full; with that last bit of leverage, he'd fully opened her up.

With everything going on, Kayle could only focus on what she felt; her own choice had been effectively removed from the scenario, what with her vision and mobility being robbed from her. The sensation of her tight anal ring being stretched open by such a thick cock was immaculate; she'd never experienced such an interesting and easily-enjoyed feeling. On the other hand, the depths he was reaching were a pleasure all of their own, the incredible feeling of her guts being spread and penetrated with such force was exhilarating. Similarly, although it was intensely uncomfortable, Kayle enjoyed the cock punching its way into her throat, in a way she hadn't expected; the helplessness, the difficulty breathing, it was like a drug to her. Something about her most vital resource, her own breath, being taken away by force had turned to one of the main things causing the moist mess in her already-used cunt. Similarly, the fact that her feet were being used to pleasure men, without her permission or involvement, ticked a similar box; at this point, it no longer mattered how she felt about things.

She loved it for that.

With a few final thrusts, the man in her ass abruptly stopped himself and pulled out. He gave her big, pale ass a smack, watching it wobble and recoil as he lifted her rear up, tilting her hips to display her ass to the room as best as possible. Between the red hand mark forming on her cheek and the fact that her anus was now a wide-open gaping hole, it was clear that Kayle's asshole had been properly broken in. The man in her mouth pulled back too, letting his slobber-covered dick flop down into her hair, his precum oozing out of the tip of his cock and staining it as well.

"Well? You enjoying it, angel?" he asked her. Kayle weakly nodded as she tried to drive air back into her lungs, desperate to suck down oxygen instead of man-meat.

"Yeah? Yeah, you truly feel like a slut yet? Like your sister?"

"Yes," she croaked, her throat sore from the skullfucking she'd been enduring.

"Think you're a better slut than your big-titted sister?" Kayle didn't respond, now, and after a few moments of silence, he spoke up again. "Sounds like a no - which means we've got more work to do. You wanna show her why we pick this location every year, guys?"

"Yeah," Jared said, and she heard a belt being yanked through belt loops. The men backed off from her, and she felt Jared's leather belt slipping over her head; he pulled it tight, just lightly constricting her airflow, and felt it clasp. Her dress and thong were fully torn from her body and discarded just before Jared pulled her by the makeshift collar. Kayle turned to her side and pivoted on her abused rear end to swing her legs over the edge of the table, but as she set her feet down on the ground, she found they weren't as stable as expected; between the alcohol, the choking, and the ruthless, wonderful fucking they'd put her through, her legs were like jelly.

Fully nude, blind, restrained, and led by collar, Kayle stumbled after Jared and a few of the men who had taken lead, while others followed behind her. It seemed like their walk took forever, and had many turns - all along the way, the men from behind would smack and grope her butt, slip a finger inside of her gaping ass, and feel along her tied wings. On any other day, any of these actions would have infuriated the uptight angel; tonight, she resigned herself to burning in shame as she felt her pussy steadily dripping moisture down her thighs.

This goes against everything I've ever thought of myself, but fuck it, this is the best I've ever felt... but I know there's still more. I haven't reached my own climax.

She was herded into a room - a dark one, she could tell, just barely through the blindfold - and before Kayle was even able to get her bearings, she found herself being swiveled and shoved, coming crashing down on top of the chest of one of the men who was laying on top of something - table, desk, countertop, who knows? - and she knew quite well what was happening next.

Before he inserted himself into her, though, she felt another man, this one climbing on top of her to straddle her chest.

Another wanting to use my breasts... fine. They seem to enjoy them.

Then, Kayle felt another, this one mounting her as she had been previously, when she was deflowered.

What? Are they going to- she thought, not even able to allow her neurons to finish firing before they pushed in. At the same time, Kayle's holes were assaulted by two oversized black cocks; the first, pushing into the vice-like grip of her freshly opened asshole, pushing past her sphincter and up into her guts now that her hole had been properly resized. The other had a much easier time slipping into the warm, velvety embrace of her angelic cunt, still gripping firmly, but certainly loosened from its status merely an hour beforehand.

As the two black dicks invaded her holes, Kayle felt two things; the first was claustrophobia. With a man on top, a man beneath her, and another man behind the first, she was surrounded on all sides by other people who had no intention of letting her go. Combine that with the fact that her hands and wings were bound, Kayle knew she had no way out, and the sensation was terrifying to her. The other feeling was bliss; she had never felt so excitingly full. The thin inner wall between her pussy and ass was being absolutely crushed, and she could feel the two men's gigantic cocks rubbing against one another through the membrane. Kayle had little choice but to throw her head back in a loud, ravenous, open-mouthed moan as her body was set alight with pure sexual energy, the two cocks battering her holes utterly decimating her initial bout of claustrophobia.

Along with all that, the buxom angel could feel precum pooling in the pit of her collarbone as her tits were aggressively fucked, the man straddling her chest thrusting wildly between them while pressing her breasts together, his thumbs pressed firmly onto her picture-perfect nipples and rubbing them as he did. She could feel his nuts pressing into her solar plexus at the apex of each stroke, and depending on where she positioned her head, the tip of his cock even prodded against her chin and jawline. Kayle was tempted to try to open her mouth to him, but she could hardly keep her head in one spot before another pair of brutal thrusts landed inside of her, causing her to jerk her head in another direction. The sensation was overwhelming; in that moment, Kayle the Champion ceased to exist, and in her place was a being of pure sexual energy. She couldn't keep her mouth shut even if she wanted, as Kayle melted into the heat of the moment.

With her head hanging and her mouth wide open, another man saw his opportunity. She felt him grab her head from either side before quickly pushing himself all the way into her throat, and she could feel his cock bulging lewdly from her esophagus; the intrusion was almost welcome as it silenced her embarrassing screams and vocalizations, and she was quite pleased with her ability to relax her throat as he pummeled all the way inside of her airway. It only took the man a few thrusts to get his thick, black length all the way into her gullet, and Kayle took a sick sort of pride in her easiness as his heavy nutsack came to rest on her blindfold, the warm orbs pressing against her eyelids through the fabric.

Things only got more heated from there; she was struggling to maintain any sense of herself as even the cock-shaped gag in her throat was failing to keep her quiet, her screams easily audible, although muffled. The tandem pounding of her ass and pussy was driving her absolutely mad, and she felt that same fire deep inside of her that she'd felt before.

I'm close, I'm so close, it's right there!

Although there were four men and they were keeping Kayle more than occupied, she noticed that she had no idea where the other eight were; she knew some of them had unleashed their loads on her already, but couldn't imagine they were all totally finished. She wasn't able to focus all too much, though, as her body's continual abuse began to numb her mind to any sort of coherent thought.

Their sex continued on, and although Kayle was focusing in on and chasing the promise of that sweet, sweet climax, it never quite came; although she felt amazing, it seemed that her angelic genetic makeup made it quite difficult for Kayle to reach her peak.

Maybe that's why Morgana is so willing - she's chasing the same thing I am... I just need more!

As she was internally pleading for more, though, she got less; the man in her ass hit a few final, emphatic pumps before dumping his load deep inside of her, painting the angel's intestines white with seed. She felt cum spraying onto her chin, throat, and chest as well, as the cock thrusting between her tits slowed to a stop, each pulse spilling more of his jizz over her body. Her perfect ass and chest stained with cum, Kayle felt a pang of disappointment as the men pulled out of her, leaving her briefly cock-less on the table as she caught her breath and tried to shake her head free of the mental cobwebs that were keeping the angel from thinking straight.

I was so close... I just need a bit more, just a bit more...

She was still exhausted and out of it as one of them rolled her to the side and slid beneath her, taking the same position as the man who had just cum in her ass. Kayle once again felt the now-familiar prodding of a mushroom-tipped dickhead on her ass, and was more than prepared for him to enter... until a second pressed up against her entrance as well, snapping the angel firmly out of her haze.

"Wait... two - that's - are you?!" she exclaimed, her head snapping upright as if to look in bewilderment, although her blindfold prevented her from even looking at them wild-eyed. Before Kayle could voice more complaints, though, they both began to barrel into her, her sphincter briefly resisting before giving in to the immense pressure being applied to it. Kayle felt tears forming in her eyes as her tight ass was double-penetrated, a pain she was previously entirely unfamiliar with. With vigor and little mercy, they both pushed inside, spreading her wide and forcing their way in.

Kayle, thankfully, was tougher than most, and despite her initial protests and cries of pain, she was able to hold on, to endure, to see the pain through and find pleasure on the other side. Although she'd at first disliked the feeling of being double-stuffed as she was, the more they entrenched themselves inside of her, the more Kayle found that it was a sweet pain, almost bittersweet... but more importantly, that the fire inside of her had never burned brighter.

"You love that, don't you?" one of the men surrounding her asked.

"I DO! I love having two cocks in my ass!" she admitted loudly; she was far, far past the point of embarrassment or shame, willingly indulging in the madness with more excitement than she'd intended to.

"Yeah, a slut would love that, huh?" the same man asked in an almost accusatory tone. "A slutty whore of an angel would love getting double-dicked, I bet!"

"I'm a slutty whore for your cocks!"

"Tell us how you want it! You want to be bred by these black cocks, huh? You wanna give these guys a night to remember the rest of their lives? Want them to go harder, rougher, really own that ass?!"

"YES! Breed me, fuck me, use me! Fuck my ass harder, please please please!" Kayle cried out as they really began to hammer into her, the two cocks in her ass really beginning to pick up the pace. The logistics of fucking an angel with two cocks in the same hole were difficult to navigate, to be sure, but they made do; the slipperiness of her well-lubed and well-used hole made their jobs all that much easier, and as Kayle's hole loosened up, they found that they could thrust harder and faster, ramping in speed until they had reached about the speed of Kayle's previous double penetration - but it felt much more intense, given that it was all confined to a single hole.

FUCK! That's it! That's the - it's - I can't -!

Kayle felt that fire inside of her burn and rage and grow until it had gone from a glowing ember to a great inferno, engulfing her mind, body, and soul as it finally overcame her. Kayle was reduced to a quivering mess as her orgasm began, the double-dicking in her rear end driving her over the edge. She lost control of herself entirely as fluid shot from her well-used pussy, both her own juices squirting out of her and still-warm cum being forcibly ejected from her creamy hole as every muscle in her body squeezed at once.

"DON'T STOP! Fuck your angelic whore like she deserves!" Kayle yelled out as they continued to ram into her. She had finally fully, completely, and totally lost it; they could have done anything to the overwhelmed woman and at this point, she would have loved it. The pair taking her never slowed down or paused as they fucked her through her blissful orgasm, and Kayle rode the lightning for far longer than she thought was possible. To Kayle, it felt like the lightning and fire that had been infesting her body all night had now come to prominence, come to overtake any other feelings, thoughts, sensations, ideas - Kayle was little more than a wriggling mass of flash wrapped around two thick cocks.

Even as she was coming down from her orgasmic high, they never quit, pumping into her with ferocity until Kayle could feel them swelling inside of her. Even when she noticed their lengths increasing in size, they kept going; even when she was sure they were finished, they kept going. It was only long after she thought they would fire off inside of her that they finally did, with the lower one's cock erupting first; it seemingly triggered the other, causing their loads to mix as they fired nearly in unison. Kayle's guts were flooded, overstuffed with massive torrents of cum, the slimy liquid spraying out of any loose gap in her strained ring.

The next few moments for Kayle felt like a fever dream; she knew that the men inside of her pulled out, and she had the faintest recollection of what felt like a river of jizz flowing out of her gaping hole. She had a very brief breather as she attempted to suck as much oxygen down as possible before something else happened. The angel slowly came to her senses, and although she was still restrained, still blinded, Kayle felt as if she was more free than she ever had been.

She noticed, however, that there was very little noise in the room; as if all of the men had vanished. Kayle foolishly attempted to look around for them, before realizing it was a fruitless endeavor.

Silly. You'd think I would have remembered that important little fact, she jokingly chastised herself. Still, not knowing at all what was going on was driving her insane; and not the so-horny-she-might-lose-her-mind insane, but rather regular old, name-brand insane. Not wanting to speak out of turn, though - what a thought, she thought to herself - Kayle waited patiently, not sure exactly what she was hopeful for.

"Kayle. We got one last thing for you." She mewled lightly; such an action was unbefitting of somebody like her, but then, so was everything she'd done for the last few hours. Kayle wordlessly cooperated as she felt herself get rolled to her chest. Whoever was handling her - she'd long lost track of names - plunged two fingers into her still-stretched ass, fingering her briefly as she felt him fumbling with her bindings, untying her hands clumsily as he pleased her manually. Despite having just orgasmed, Kayle still found that she loved the feeling of her ass being played with.

She was rolled onto her back again and felt those same two fingers running along her cheek, smearing the mixed cum of several men across her skin. Still, nothing more had been said, and Kayle simply obeyed as her wrists were brought together in front of her and bound together, once again restricting her movement. She was pulled off of the table and towards what she assumed was the center of the room, and her hands were raised high above her head. After some brief fumbling, Kayle's hands were released, and she realized upon trying to move her hands that their binding had been secured onto a hook of some kind, and it was just high enough for her to have to stand fully.

The hook, however, began to lower; she could faintly hear gears cranking as it started going down to the floor, and Kayle gradually was forced into a crouch. Suddenly, her legs were yanked out from under her, her feet behind her and unable to properly support her. She scrambled briefly, trying to find any way to have her knees or shins or anything support her weight, but no matter how much she flailed, she wasn't able to; her legs were too close to the ground to properly pivot to get her feet beneath her, and no matter how she tried, all of her weight was being supported by her arms. It was mildly painful, but a strong warrior such as Kayle could handle it.

"Are you ready?" the same voice asked her. Kayle simply nodded, before looking in his direction.

"I am ready."

"Good. We'll be going back a ways, to our game from before." Before he'd even presented it to her, Kayle could smell cum; more than what was spread all over her body, more than what had been stuffed in her holes, into her mouth, more than what was gumming up her hair. He lifted her chin with one finger and presented it to her nose, and it was absolutely, utterly overwhelming.

Regardless of the container, the stench alone was enough to sting her nostrils. It was obscene, more than enough to overpower her entirely, and Kayle choked back tears as the pungent fluid's aromas flooded her senses. After several seconds of exposure to it, Kayle gagged, and she was mercifully allowed to breathe in fresh air for a moment.

"Are you ready?" he asked again, and this time, Kayle thought that she knew what he meant.

"Please... there's so much," she whined. Although she'd had more than enough of their jizz on, around, and inside of her, Kayle was hesitant to do what she thought he wanted her to do.

"It's simple, Kayle. You're going to try to guess what it is. Not what's in it; what the object is," he told her.

Oh. That's different.

"I think you know what will come next."

"I... I don't know if I can," she protested, finally finding the heart to put any kind of fight back against their advances.

"Kayle... if you do this, that'll be it. You'll be a bigger - no, a better - slut than your sister. As much of a filthy whore as she is... once again, you'll be better than her. You wouldn't turn that opportunity down, would you? You wouldn't lose the chance to utterly dominate your whore sister at her own game, would you?" he taunted, pushing all her buttons. Although they'd pressed on that particular issue all night, they had done it for good reason; because it worked.

Dammit. Dammit, dammit, dammit.

"I'll do it." That obscene, vulgar stench invaded her senses again as it was raised up to her face, and Kayle scrunched her nose at it.

"Good. The only way you'll be able to feel it is if you lick it, Kayle."

He wants me to... lick it... and... she thought, before blocking the train of thought. Just do it, she thought, although Kayle could feel that tingling inside of her once more; as much as she wanted to suppress it, Kayle wanted this. Tentatively, she stuck her tongue out, running it along the object - whatever it was.

She could tell it was a fabric of some kind, although she couldn't at all ignore that whatever it was, it had been thoroughly soaked through by the impressive amount of semen filling it. Even the outer edge produced a little whenever she pressed her tongue against it, the liquid squeezing out onto her tongue.

A cup with fabric on it? That doesn't make sense, she tried to reason. She kept her tongue out and was glad that whoever was holding the object turned it slowly, allowing her to get more of a feel for its shape.

It starts high and dips down. There's a slanted lip, seems like one pool with what's really a thick lining of it from the top down... what is it?!

Kayle was racking her brain, laboring to come to a conclusion, but seemingly could find none. Even as he turned it and she realized that the pattern repeated almost identically on the other side, she just couldn't seem to figure out precisely what it was - which was maddening, given her current predicament. She mentally cursed the restriction of her sight, wishing harder than anything that she could just take the damned blindfold off and see what it was for herself.

Finally, upon coming to the height of the object once again, Kayle realized that she might finally have an idea.

"You've... you've filled one of my heels with cum, haven't you?" Kayle asked incredulously. Her cheeks burned fiercely as she realized that even her shoes weren't safe from their depravity, and a cocky snicker was all the confirmation that she needed; she was right.

"Enjoy your drink, angel," he said almost insidiously. He forced her head down, tucking her chin to her chest, and pressed the top of the heel to her mouth; Kayle allowed it inside, the cum-stained garment slotting in just under her tongue. Once tipped, there would be an uninterrupted bridge to bring cum directly into her mouth, force-feeding her their vile concoction.

Her head tilted back as the heel was raised up, and it only took fractions of a moment for it to hit her tongue. It was strong; pungent; overpowering. She swallowed it down, chugging their slime as fast as she could to complete her final task with as much speed as possible. There was more in the heel than she felt like could possibly fit, and yet she kept swallowing, never allowing it to pool in her mouth, refusing to allow their seed to outpower her will. It was almost impossible to keep up, but Kayle did a decent enough job - however, swallowing all of the creamy, thick jizz had been work in and of itself, and she felt like she'd have trouble swallowing anything for a week afterwards. By now, Kayle was used to the taste, and even enjoyed it; she didn't, however, let herself think of that, even as she realized that some of it had spilled out around the corners of her mouth and was running down her jawline.

She was breathing heavy, trying to fuel her lungs as desperately as possible. Her chest was heaving, rising up and down as Kayle struggled to find her breath - but she soon realized that she wasn't done yet.

He pulled the heel away from her, letting her mouth be free for a moment - only for it to be reinserted once again. This time, it was heavy again - and Kayle realized what he'd done.

"Waaait!" she tried to cry out, but her voice was muffled by the top of the heel in her mouth. He poured it back, forcing the angel's head back once more, and this time, Kayle wasn't able to stay ahead of the game; their mixed cum poured into her mouth even more quickly than the first time, and with her state of exhaustion, she was unable to keep up with the pace. It quickly overflowed her mouth, and Kayle soon found herself choking on the mass, her body spasming and swinging in the air as she desperately tried to swallow it all down, to give herself any breathing room. What spilled out of her mouth poured down her chin, leaking out of the corners of her mouth, leaving a pale white layer of jizz all the way down the bottom of her face. It cascaded down to her chest, covering her tits in their cum, all the way down to her crotch and thighs, covering her almost entirely.

Struggling as she was, Kayle had no spare attention to focus it on; her head was being held back, preventing her from dispelling the overwhelming torrent by simply letting it pour out of her mouth. Kayle coughed, sputtered, twitched, and spasmed her way through her ordeal, her throat slowly working its way through the cum cocktail she was being made to devour. Steadily, she choked it all down, draining her mouth, at the expense of her stomach; she'd never felt more full in her life.

Although it took her almost a full minute, Kayle finally pushed it all down her gullet. She was exhausted, and could feel their seed drying on her skin. The fallen angel hung limp on the hook she'd been placed on, stained and defiled - and she'd agreed to all of it. She didn't even have the energy to pick her head up, but she could feel herself recuperating quickly - partially due to who she was, and partially due to her realizing that she needed to be finished.

After several minutes of laying limp, Kayle's energy returned, and with it, her attitude changed. Although her 'slutty side' had been spiraling down ever since her orgasm, it had been reignited by being forced to drink down their cum; now, though, it had faded, and Kayle snapped back to her senses.

"You... you will release me... we've had our fun, and now, it's time to... time to be done," she demanded weakly. "I am a Champion of the League, and you will listen to my command..." she croaked out. Still, blindfolded, restrained, covered in cum and utterly debased, Kayle didn't quite feel like a Champion.

I feel like a slut, she realized.

"You will release me!" she said one last time, almost sounding like she didn't fully believe it herself. "...unless, you've got more you want to do," Kayle added on, quietly but with more enthusiasm. A sly grin spread along her face, and despite her outburst, the only thing Kayle could focus on was that fire building up in her gut once again.

It's gonna be a great night... we should do this every year.