Sett's Submissive Side

A League Of Legends commission!  This one was pretty fun--I love petting and collars, so writing it was a joy. C: Hope you enjoy this one as much as I did!

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“We have a winner!”

The referee grabs your hand and holds it up over the ring.  The crowd cheers—it took quite a bit of endurance, but you came through and won the day.

“Impressive,” Sett says.  The beast-man bastard is sitting on a wooden throne above the pit fight.  His bulging muscles ripple as he stands, and his cape flows in the wind, its metal lions smirking on each shoulder.   You watch as the pit lord’s red ears twitch, ever so slightly, and you know—/He's impressed/, you think with a knowing smirk.

“You’ve won the prize,” Sett tells you, a begrudging expression on his face.  “And I must say, the cash you get in these pits is pretty lucrative—you can buy a lot of Ionian silk with that.”  The crowd murmurs with excitement and jealousy.

You smile up at the pit lord, and wipe the blood from your face.  “I don’t want the prize money,” you say, smiling.  You point up at the Ionian, grinning at the beast man.  “I want you.”

The crowd gasps.  Some people laugh, but Sett’s glare quickly silences any stray giggles.  He runs a hand through his red hair, and after a moment, a grin comes to his face.

“Very well,” he says.  “I suppose if you can survive in these pits, you can survive me.”  Sett smirks down at you.  “But only for a night.  Don’t get cocky.”

“I’ll try not to,” you say, walking out of the ring, grabbing your satchel from the entrance.  He meets you there, and puts his arm around you.  Then Sett leads you away from the murmuring crowd and shocked spectators.

It doesn’t take long to reach his house, and from there, you both navigate to his bedroom.  The place is beautiful, with silky, expensive sheets on the bed, and a lovely fur carpet.  It’s perfect for your purposes.

Sett sits down on the bed, and pats the spot next to him.  But you shake your head.  “Get on the ground,” you order, “I have something for you before we begin.”

The crime boss raises one eyebrow, but does as you say, kneeling on the ground in front of you.  Good—so he /can/ follow orders.  Perfect.

“Hurry up.  I haven’t got all day,” the crime boss grunts.  You giggle—soon, that arrogance is going to be stripped away.  But you have to take it step by step.

You reach into your satchel, and pull out a dog collar.  Sett’s eyes widen upon seeing him, and you smile down at the pit lord.  “Let’s put you in your place,” you say to him.

“Absolutely not,” Sett snaps.

But he’s leaning forward, ever so slightly.  You grin.  “I know part of you wants this.  I saw it when I met you and I see it now.”  You turn the collar around so he can see the soft leather it’s crafted from.  “It looks comfortable, doesn’t it?  Want to try it on?”

Sett frowns.  “Only because you won,” he growls.  “And /only/ for a minute.”

“Good!”  That’s all the time you need to unlock that side of him.

You reach out, and strap the collar around his neck, starting from the back and sealing it at the front.  Sett’s growls instantly stop when the collar is around him, and as he pauses, you reach up and pet his cute red ears.

The crime boss looks up at you.  He’s blushing now, his face as red as his hair, and he shakes his head.  “I don’t--I can’t--”

“Good boy,” you whisper, gently stroking his beautiful, soft ears.  And slowly, the Sett melts underneath your hands, leaning into the pets as you give them.  When you look at his face, you see that the side of him you saw all along, has finally come to roost.  You smile.

“I think my good boy deserves a reward,” you say.  You strip in front of him, removing your shirt and teasing him with your chest.  Then you remove your pants and underwear in one motion, revealing your pussy is ready for whatever Sett has to offer.

But first, his clothes needs to be off.  You lean forward, and put your hands on the shoulders of his cape.  Then you slowly slip it off, letting it fall to the ground. Then you remove his amulets, and shoes.  Finally, there’s only one thing left.

You smile at Sett.  “Spread your legs out,” you order.  “I want to take off your pants and get a nice view.”

He obeys immediately, and after unclipping the belt, you slowly remove his pants.  A hard cock greets you as the cloth is removed, and once his pants are fully off, you know what you want from your pet.

You sit on the floor and spread your legs, smirking at your pet.  “Your master wants you to go down on her,” you say.  “So be a good boy, won’t you?”

Your pet nods, and leans forward, ready to please.  First he plants kisses on the inside of your legs, preparing you.  Then he kisses your wet pussy, and you gasp at the touch: it’s gentle, but /so/ stimulating, getting you even more hot and bothered.  Then he gets to your clit, and the licks and kisses bring you to the edge.  You orgasm right into his face, releasing right into your pet.  He leans back, and looks at you, searching for approval.  You can’t help but smile at those puppy-dog eyes.

“Good boy,” you gasp.  “Good, good boy.”

You hold out your arm, and Sett collapses into it, leaning against your chest.  You stroke his ears as you both rest in the afterglow.

“What are we?” Sett suddenly asks.  “Can we. . . Am I. . .?”

You smile, and laugh cheerily.  “Well, you’re mine, of course, cutie,” you purr, petting his ears.  “I won you, remember?” you remind him, tugging on his collar.

The crime boss looks embarrassed for a moment.  But then, he smiles, and the embarrassment melts away.

“I’m yours.”