Chapter 4 - Command: Rape

Tags: [Futa/F] [Rape] [Reluctant] [Rough] [Violence] [Long] [Weirdness] [Robot] [Mind-Control] [Pain] [Blood] [Electricity (I swear there's a specific name for this, I don't know what it is)]



The flickering light of blazing flames reflected in LeBlanc's eyes, staring in awe at the raging woman coming her way. Like a deer in the headlights, she felt paralyzed, unable to look away from her impending doom.

Shyvana's tail trailed behind her, the armoured plates making up her armour occasionally clanking together as she raced towards her prey. Normally singularly focused on victory through combat, her encounter with that fiery noxian was proving quite the distraction. The halfling was lucky if she could release her pent-up need once every few months. It wasn't unusual for her to even go whole years without release. To finally sate her desires here and now of all places, the rush of orgasm mingling with the thrill of battle... She couldn't get it off her mind. Her distraction made her sloppy, and she couldn't believe she'd allowed the sorceress to lead her around for so long like a kite on a string. But now her companions were lost, and the poor mage was all alone, helpless, naked... Her form so nubile...

Again Shyvana found her thoughts turning towards sex. Despite the massive amount of cum she'd already pumped into Katarina's body, the randy half-dragon found herself already craving more. Tending to her needs was so rare, her mind and body were already conditioned to pounce on any opportunity that arose. And here stood LeBlanc, already stripped bare and powerless to resist. Pale, milky skin called out to her, begging to be ravaged, left flushed red with exertion and lovemarks.

Shyvana snarled as she drew close enough to reach out and grasp the sorceress by the collar. The sound jolted LeBlanc as if from a trance. Crying out in fright, she cast Distortion again, vanishing in a flurry of lights to reappear a few feet away. The draconic woman growled, left standing with just LeBlanc's cape clutched between her claws. Not this again.

Her near capture seemed to renew the witch's drive to escape, and she was quickly on the move again. Now without even her cloak to shield herself, there was nothing to obscure the perfect view of her ass to her pursuer. Though still slender and fit, her reliance on magic over muscle left LeBlanc's body a tad squishier than Katarina's, and Shyvana found herself salivating at the thought of plowing that cushy-looking behind, watching it shake with each step.

Gritting her teeth, LeBlanc pushed herself to her limits, cursing on occasion when her view would be obscured by the floating blue stones rotating around her... The golem's magic-augmenting enchantment.. Her eyes widened, as though only just noticing the detail for the first time. Fuck! Cursing her own forgetfulness, her mind was already racing. She'd held back against the dragon, worried about depleting her mana, when she could've tapped into the nearly boundless magical reserves contained within the stones. Certainly by now the enchantment's duration would be nearing its end, but there might still be time to tilt things in her favour.

A plan already formed in her devious mind, LeBlanc waited for the more athletic woman to catch up. Biding her time until she could feel the flames nipping at her feet, the half-dragon's hand outstretched to grab hold of her again. Certain that she had the half-breed right where she wanted, she drew mana from the floating rocks to unleash every spell she knew in quick succession. Whirling around to face her enemy, she swung her staff, launching a powerful blast of arcane energy that staggered her armoured foe and left a magical sigil engraved upon her chest. With a delighted smirk, she vanished in another display of flashing lights, this time appearing behind Shyvana in the blink of an eye.

The sudden burst of magic startled Shyvana, and she stumbled as a small explosion of magical energy rocked the ground near where the sorceress teleported to. Before the demi-human had time to process what had just happened, the arcane symbol LeBlanc's first spell had left upon her breastplate triggered, bursting with all the force of a gunshot to her armoured chest.

The wind knocked from her lungs, Shyvana hissed silently. Split second reaction time was all that saved her from the magician's next spell, diving out of the way to avoid the magically binding chains LeBlanc conjured from thin air to throw at her. Catching herself on all fours, the half-dragon launched herself at the sorceress, hoping to catch her with her superior speed before she could attack again, but the slippery witch vanished, teleporting back behind her once more. In the time it took to stall her momentum and turn back around, LeBlanc had already struck her with another burst of magic, marking her torso with a second sigil.

Staff gripped tightly with both hands, the sorceress sneered, channeling all of her magic through it. Shyvana hadn't even recovered from the first blast when LeBlanc fired another, striking the draconian woman with all her arcane might. Just like the first, the symbol left upon Shyvana's chest triggered simultaneously, the double impact staggering her.

LeBlanc heaved a sigh, a bit of sweat rolling down her brow. It was always underestimated what kind of a toll such heavy use of magic could take on a person, and she was more than a little winded herself. Still, no one ever survived an onslaught like that. The mage grinned confidently. Any moment now, the beaten warrior would collapse to the ground.

Any second now...

She wasn't falling. Why wasn't she falling?! LeBlanc's proud sneer soon melted away. The half-dragon's armour was cracked and dented, steam rising up from the gaps, but she remained standing, glaring at LeBlanc with eyes alight with fury, her orange pools flickering like embers. Clutching a gauntleted hand to her battered chest, Shyvana took a stumbling step forward, as if barely staying upright... Then took off at full speed, charging straight at the witch as though completely unharmed. She was a force of nature, the draconic embodiment of rage itself, and she would not be deterred so easily.

LeBlanc screamed, waving her staff in a panic, but too slowly. The half-dragon pounced, barreling into her at full force. At the moment of collision, the sorceress disappeared in a puff of orange smoke. Shyvana growled, her vision momentarily obscured by the blinding fumes. Though she couldn't SEE the witch, she still felt the thud as her body collided with another, her armour clattering together loudly as they fell to the ground in a tangle of limbs.

Not about to let the bitch get away from her again, Shyvana thrashed, reaching out for anything to grab hold of. A smokescreen was the work of amateurs, and no simple sleight of hand would fool her. Grinning wickedly as one clawed hand wrapped around a bare ankle, the halfling gripped tight and pulled, dragging her unseen prey back as she struggled to her feet and tried to flee.

"I've got you now!" She bellowed, shaking her claw to keep the mage unbalanced. "Let's see you try and slip away now!"

LeBlanc screamed and struggled, trying to pry her leg free of the bestial woman, but Shyvana wouldn't allow it. She yanked the mage's leg out from under her, bringing her back down to the ground and crawling overtop of her to pin the squirming witch down. Clawed fingertips quickly found their way to LeBlanc's wrist, digging into her flesh painfully, forcing her to let go of that pesky stave of hers. Deftly kicking it away, she was left disarmed of both weapon and magic, leaving her completely at the half-dragon's mercy.

A lascivious grin painting her features, Shyvana grasped hold of LeBlanc's hair and shoved her face forcefully into the dirt. "Where are your tricks now, witch?" She spat.

The smoke was clearing quickly, leaving the nude magician bare for the world to see. The glowing runic stones that had circled her were gone too, their duration expiring, Shyvana figured. The inhuman woman gleefully leaned into her captive, her stiff armour pressing into her back, feeling like hot irons against her pale skin. The flames that had burned so hotly around the half-dragon cooled quickly, flickering out lest she incinerate her newest bitch.

LeBlanc scowled, her eyes trained on her weapon, just beyond her reach. She stretched a hand out towards it, fingers trembling, but Shyvana was quick to tighten her hold and slam the woman's arms against the ground.

"Aww, what's the matter? Can't you cast spells without your little toy?" Her ashen lips hovered near LeBlanc's ear, hissing softly. "Don't fret, I'll be giving you a much better staff to play with soon."

The half-dragon cackled, and, despite the warm weight against her, LeBlanc felt a shiver run down her spine. "Disgusting beast, get off of me!" She squirmed and rocked back and forth, but couldn't dislodge the stronger fighter.

Keeping the sorceress's head held down with one hand, she lifted the other to her mouth. Gripping the edge of her gauntlet between sharp fangs, she wiggled her claws out of it and cast it aside. Then she switched hands and did it again.

LeBlanc heard the metal gloves clatter against the ground, and could only wonder what she was up to. Everytime she tried to twist her head or reach for her stave, the half-dragon just slammed her face harder into the dirt. "What are you doing?! If you're planning to kill me, I suggest you hurry up, or I'll make you regret toying with me!"

Shyvana laughed heartily, running her calloused hand down the mage's side, revelling in how smooth and soft her skin felt. So delicate and pale, like a porcelain doll. "Well, you're hardly in a position to be giving commands now." Shyvana said, a smug tone to her voice. "Considering how much trouble you were to catch, I have every intention of taking the time to savour this victory."

Again, LeBlanc felt a shiver course through her as the dragon's long nails gingerly traced the curve of her hips, the swell of her ass. She grit her teeth, preparing herself for the moment those sharp claws would carve into her flesh, a moment that never came. Gliding across her milky thighs with practiced caution, bladed fingertips moved to her lower belly, gently lifting to expose more of the magician's curvy behind to the grinding of Shyvana's armoured pelvis.

LeBlanc fumed. Bent over and shoved in the dirt, could there be anything more humiliating she could do to her? If she didn't know better, she would've swore the halfling was trying to cop a feel. She felt the weight against her back lessen, Shyvana shifting into a kneel while her palm continued to run across the mage's smooth bottom. A wide grin spreading across her face, the half-dragon's fingers slowly made their way lower, sliding between her thighs and brushing past the sorcerer's slit.

"H-hey! Wh-what the hell are you doing back there?!" LeBlanc stuttered. She wiggled her hips and struggled, but Shyvana still wasn't letting her lift her head.

Gingerly trailing her index finger along the pale beauty's labia, she tease her netherlips. LeBlanc's pleasant gasps spurred her on, letting the tip of her nail graze the witch's clit. She kept toying with the mage's sensitive folds, coaxing more soft moans from her. The sounds were almost cute, and Shyvana felt her shaft thud against the inside of her armour.

The sorceress squirmed, a deep red flush marring her features. This felt... Good... She couldn't deny that, but she still didn't like the idea of something as sharp as the dragon's nails so close to something so sensitive. Fists clenched, she grit her teeth, expecting pain any second, and instead she was greeted by a constant stream of pleasure.

Shyvana nearly laughed. She didn't even need to hold her captive down. Her hips were practically pushing back to meet her, the squirming wizard having no clue how to react to her advances. She kept her rubbing gentle, coaxing a trickle of arousal from LeBlanc. Unlike with Katarina, there was no one around who could possibly interrupt them this time, so she intended to tease her a little. There'd still be plenty of time to take her as hard as she pleased after.

One of the half-dragon's digits probed inside of LeBlanc's suddenly damp sex, making her cry out. She had figured the dragon would murder her, or torture her first, but this... She wasn't prepared for this. It burned her that this filthy demacian creature would dare touch her pristine form uninvited, though at least it was intelligent enough to recognize that her pleasure was clearly more important.

The more she thought about it, the more LeBlanc wanted to laugh. Surrounded by such bland and uptight prudes such as those that dwelt within Demacia, Shyvana had probably never even seen someone as desireable as herself before. The poor uncouth fool was probably blinded and overwhelmed by such a perfect reflection of beauty. When she thought about it that way, LeBlanc was almost eager to let her continue. If nothing else, she wasn't unused to having her body serve as a distraction while she plotted her next move.

The stronger woman leaned overtop of the caster again, the hand she'd used to pin her down so forcefully now gripping her shoulders to hold her steady. Reaching her finger as deep as she could, Shyvana explored for the witch's weak spots, tickling her insides and watching her squirm and fidget. Soon she added a couple more, making a slick squishing sound as she buried them up to the knuckle in LeBlanc's drooling snatch. The sorceress clenched, her muscles gripping the half-dragon's digits tightly.

"My my, such naughty sounds you're making." Shyvana whispered into LeBlanc's ear, pausing to nibble on the edge of it. "Are all noxian women so loose? You take some of the fun out of it when you don't fight back." She slid her hand back til just the tips of her fingers remained to tease the mage, holding her so she could feel up her bubbly behind with her palm at the same time.

LeBlanc whimpered and pushed back into her hand, wanting her to reach deeper again. She was shameless in her want, and Shyvana was happy to oblige, reaching deeper again until she heard the mage moaning with lust. "Why would I resist, -aaahh!- when you're so eager to please your aaahhbvious superior." Though broken up by moans, LeBlanc kept her speech haughty and arrogant, despite her position.

"Hmm, is that what you think?" Shyvana laughed, tugging at LeBlanc's ear with her teeth. "I'm just getting you ready my dear, wouldn't want to break my new toy before I had the chance to play with it properly."

"What's that supposed to mean?" The sorceress inquired, but Shyvana didn't respond. Both sets of claws fondled the witch's backside, giving each cheek a playful slap while she knelt behind her prone form. LeBlanc wiggled her body curiously, wondering why the other woman had stopped fingering her. She got her answer quickly enough when her nethers were greeted by Shyvana's tongue.

Pushing LeBlanc's rear higher, Shyvana pressed their lips together in a lewd 'kiss'. She teased at the soceress's folds with light nibbles and slathered her tongue across her opening, tasting her feminine fluids and encouraging more. Longer and thicker than a normal human's but tapering off towards the forked tip of it, Shyvana pushed her tongue inside the noxian's damp cavern, parting her folds while she explored even deeper than her fingers had reached. It slithered like a fat worm, tunneling inside the sorceress and wracking her body with bliss.

"Oh... Ooohh!" LeBlanc howled. Bracing herself, she pushed back to meet the thick organ spearing her sweet honeypot. Her internal walls clamped down, trying to grip it, but it was too slick. It drilled deeper, writhing and grinding into her insides, prodding every spot her fingers had found made the sorceress squeal.

The witch's cream gushed, spilling into Shyvana's open mouth and running down her throat. The half-dragon purred, relishing the tangy taste, her moans sending her tongue reverberating inside LeBlanc's drooling snatch. Claws lightly dug into that smooth bottom, pale skin so pliant under her firm grip. Spreading her luscious cheeks further apart, the statuesque shemale mashed lips together, kissing the mage's nethers passionately while thrusting her tongue deeper. Nose buried in the woman's taint, rubbing across it while she slathered LeBlanc's insides with spit, her mouth flooded with the indigo-haired beauty's arousal in exchange.

It didn't take long at all to turn LeBlanc's box into a sopping wet mess, squelching loudly each time Shyvana crammed her tongue into it. Laying her head down on the ground, the magician dug her nails into the dirt and did nothing to hold back her ecstatic moans. Her eyes rolled up into her skull, and her tongue practically hung from her mouth like a dog. She shook her hips, grinding her pelvis into Shyvana's face eagerly, letting her guzzle girl cum to her heart's content. The half-dragon's tongue corkscrewed and twisted, leaving not an inch of LeBlanc's cunt unattended to. It pressed against her walls and probed until it was nearly tickling her cervix before Shyvana finally pulled it out with a lengthy schluuurp.

"Hey!" LeBlanc gasped. "Don't stop now! I was almost theeeeaaaaaarrrre!" Shyvana dipped a bit lower, quickly tracking down the mage's love button and giving it a kiss, letting LeBlanc interrupt herself with a decadent wail.

"Mnn, such a filthy little slut." Shyvana chuckled darkly, sucking on the witch's delicate little pearl and flicking it with her tongue. She attacked the magician's clit with the same enthusiasm as the damp little hole she was so eager to ream, while her hands worked to unfasten the armour plating around her thighs and waist. Her aching staff was striking the inside of the scarlet mail so hard she could hear the metal ringing.

"Oh, like youuuuu'rrrrre one to talk, such an eeeaaaager muff diverrrrrr..." LeBlanc groaned. So close, so close, almost there... Her breathing sped up, as did the steady stream of girl cum soaking her inner thighs. Just... A bit... More...

Again Shyvana stopped and LeBlanc bellowed. "No, not now! Keep going you stupid brute! I'm right on the edge!" With a fierce scowl, she grit her teeth and kicked one of her legs out. The half-dragon caught it easily by the ankle and deftly flipped her over onto her back. Though she was kneeling, the amazonian proportioned woman towered over the sorceress, and only now, looking up at the stronger fighter, did she see the draconian rod jutting erect from her crotch.

Shyvana grinned and slipped her hands beneath the noxian's bottom. "What did I say bitch? I wasn't doing that for you." She let out a cruel, barking laugh, digging her nails into LeBlanc's flesh deep enough to make her scream and hoisting her up into the air. "Can't go tearing open my new cocksleeve before I've had the chance to break it in. A little preparation here and there'll let you last at least two, maybe three extra rounds before your sloppy cunt gets too worn out to enjoy."

Holding her captive by the ass, Shyvana wavered as she rose up on her feet, trying to gain leverage. The mage struggled and kicked with her legs, trying to throw off their balance and conveniently spreading her thighs for the warrior. The half-dragon stumbled forward, slamming LeBlanc's back into a tree. "Aaagh!" The witch cried out, and Shyvana hissed. Her shemale dick pointed upright, it ground against the frail looking woman's slit. The stiff ridges lining it sawing back and forth against her sex, smearing her cream along the underside of her pole.

Acting on instinct, LeBlanc placed her hands atop Shyvana's shoulders, who grinned in approval. "Well, you wanted more, did you not?" She growled. The disgusted look of indignation of LeBlanc's face made this all the sweeter. "Well you're about to get your wish."

LeBlanc opened her mouth to curse, but found it suddenly full. The half-dragon lunged forward, lips pressing together in a fierce kiss. "Mmnnph! Nnh!" The mage's tongue thrashed about while she tried to speak. It was soon met by Shyvana's much larger one, the aggressive fighter stuffing LeBlanc's mouth with the slimy organ. It wrestled and pinned the human's down while it explored, licking at her gums and probing the insides of her cheeks, pushing them outwards. The witch struggled and turned her head, but Shyvana adjusted at every twist, not letting her break the kiss. Her tongue thrusting to the back of her throat and pulling back with a schluurp, letting the mage taste herself as her cream mixed with saliva rolled off the pink appendage and pooled on her tongue.

Even while she wrestled LeBlanc's sharp tongue into submission, Shyvana was grinding their bodies together incessantly. The deceitful magician's bare breasts were mashed roughly against the demacian's breastplate, squished against the hard, hot metal. Claws kept squeezing at her ass cheeks and thighs, manoeuvring her legs into position so that she wouldn't be able to move them in any way save to wrap them around the half-dragon's torso. Shyvana's inhuman cock continued to rub across her prey's slit, keeping her wet and aroused despite her struggles. The ridges that encircled it, designed to scoop out the seed of her competitors, also made the most wonderful little stimulators. Rubbing at her netherlips while the crown pressed against her clitoris repeatedly.

Shyvana could barely contain herself any longer. Every moment she spent teasing this little wench was torturing herself tenfold. The urge to plumb her depths overwhelmed her, and she decided she'd held back long enough. Hiking her fuck puppet a couple inches higher, tree bark scraping uncomfortably against her spine, she stood up on her toes and aligned the pointed tip of her staff with LeBlanc's sticky honeypot. The witch twisted her head, screams still muffled by Shyvana's tongue. The woman's netherlips kissed the head of the dragon's dick, and the last of her restraint vanished. Snarling like a beast, she dropped the mage onto her cock, spearing her in one swift motion.

Glistening folds parted and stretched, spread by the half-dragon's throbbing tool. It shot upward through the fair-skinned beauty's love canal, the bumps that lined it chafing the woman's insides. A deep moan rumbled in Shyvana's throat, while LeBlanc's eyes bulged out of their sockets. That needy length sinking into her depths with enough force to wind her, Shyvana's warm breath the only air to replace it. Their tongues still slapping together wetly, the schlucking sound simultaneously repulsing LeBlanc while arousing the brutish halfling.

Shyvana steadied her grip, kneading the illusionist's buttocks in her palms. A full foot of dragon cock buried inside of her, the outline of it visibly stretched the magician's flat, supple belly. It felt like her innards were being rearranged to accommodate it, pointy cockhead kissed by the opening to her womb. The warrior growled into the lewd embrace, and slowly her dragonhood retracted from the soft cavern it had claimed. When only the crown remained, she thrust forward, slamming LeBlanc back into the tree while battering her cervix.

Mud shifted beneath her boots, her heels indenting the ground as the half-dragon savoured her conquest. Her hips were forceful and swift, skin slapping against skin with each aggressive shove. She kept her tongue crammed down the mage's throat to keep her from running her mouth until even the half-dragon found herself struggling to breathe. Her breath quickened and she broke the kiss, panting while she pummeled her sopping wet sex.

Her voice no longer muted, LeBlanc tilted her head back and screamed aloud. Her hair tussled and bobbing in time with her body, bouncing in the dragon's hold. Her hands tightened, scratching Shyvana's armour with the same musical intonation of nails on chalk. Each thrust made her wince, coarse bark scraping her back. Her knees bent, legs locking around Shyvana's waist as she continued to drive her heated prick into LeBlanc's core. Sweat glistened on both champions' skin, the cool spring breeze negated by the heat that was practically radiating from the half-dragon's body and the exhertion from the primal act. It made her hair cling to her skin and rolled down the magician's brow to sting her eyes, while her aggressor developed a bright sheen all over her ashen form. Still mostly armoured, it was even worse for Shyvana, gathering beneath her chestplate and streaming into her cleavage. The tail-like appendage at the back of her helm flicked to and fro, tip-toeing the line between decorative apparel and an actual part of her body.

The oak made a dull thud each time the pale woman was slammed into it. It shook with each forceful thrust, its branches stirring and loosing leaves occasionally from its canopy. Hips a blur of movement, Shyvana attacked her lovedoll's lips again, nipping at the bottom one aggressively. To let her passions run wild and sate the primal need that burned within, the half-dragon wished so dearly that she could do this more often. Her status as an outcast, even despite her close friendship with the crown prince of Demacia, made this an impossibility. And so she planned to savour each and every second that she spent with this indigo-haired jewel. She'd ravage the noxian wench to her heart's content, and leave her so broken and listless that she'd effectively be defeated in combat. It was win-win.

Despite the brutal affair, LeBlanc screams were distinctly ecstatic. Shrill moans of bliss punctuated every breath. Though she was stretched near the breaking point and repeatedly crushed against the hard wood, the half-dragon left her fulfilled in a way that she so rarely was, especially on the Fields of Justice, where she could usually expect penetration to be more literal and bloody. She wondered if she would've been envious, to have possibly missed out on such a euphoric ravashing. Soft, pliable muscles squeezed as best they could, only to be forced apart. Shyvana's needy girlcock spread her so wonderfully, sliding in deceptively easily, only for its ridges to scrape at her sensitive nerves on the way back out. Her muscles spasmed and clenched, resisting its exit, only for the mage to croon as it speared her again.

The half-dragon's firm butt cheeks clinched together as she drove herself forward with every ounce of strength in her muscular form, her scaled testicles swinging forth and occasionally smacking LeBlanc's ass if she pulled her down hard enough to greet her cock. Her sac churned with her draconic essence. Despite the titanic quantity of cum she'd already pumped into her earlier catch, she was already pent-up with need once more. Her mythical heritage gave her unnatural stamina and volume, which only served to add to the frustration of breeding so infrequently, when her biology practically demanded satisfaction several times a day. She channeled her displeasure into rage, fueling her battlelust and driving her to fight excessively to make up for her intimate shortcomings, which only served to leave her feeling even more bottled-up, as she left herself without even the time for self-pleasure, feeding a vicious cycle of fury and bloody combat. And it ensured that she could copulate for an entire day and still not completely sate her sexual appetite.

Between the heat, the horns, and the strength, LeBlanc felt like she was being defiled by a demon, and she was loving every second of it. Who'd have thought a demacian of all people could be so brutish and forceful? Such a prim, proper people, always putting on such a moral face, she always imagined sex with one would be like trying to fuck a plank of wood. She made a mental note to keep some demacians alive for entertainment purposes, after she took control of Noxus and crushed its enemies beneath her heel. Noxians respected power, and there was nothing but contained in Shyvana's brutal lovemaking. Her pelvis was sure to be left bruised, her back scratched up and red, and her ass lined with light cuts and claw marks. All in all a pretty good fuck, the mage thought. Unlike Katarina, born and raised in nobility, she had no qualms expressing her enjoyment with passionate moans. As she got into the rhythm, she even managed to time things so that she could push back against the half-dragon each time she dragged the witch down onto her waiting prick, slamming it even harder into her beaten tunnel. There was a perverted squish each time, her gushing juices spilling out on penetration, and even more pulled outwards when Shyvana retreated, clinging to the ribs along her hardened length.

Legs locked around her rapist's waist, if it could even be called rape at this point, LeBlanc wrapped her arms around her neck and pulled their bodies tighter together. Her pink areolas ground roughly against the warrior's plate mail, her bosom uncomfortably flattened by the sturdy metal. Each time she was impaled, Shyvana could feel her own shaft against her flexed abs, separated only by LeBlanc's distended stomach. She didn't question how eagerly, or easily, the mage's pussy managed to swallow her pole, only relishing in the exquisite feel of her vaginal walls gripping her shaft so snugly. The slick juices flowing down her length dripped from her overfilled balls, muddying the dirt at her feet.

“Yeah... Yeah... That's it... Harder!” LeBlanc's gasping voice caught Shyvana off guard. While it was clear that she was enjoying herself almost as much as the half-dragon, she hadn't expected the mage to admit it so readily. “Come on... Fuck me!” Her voice grew more shrill with each passing second, her orgasm nearing under the steady pounding.

“If you insist...” Shyvana's voice was just as ragged. She pressed her lips to the magician's throat, peppering her supple skin with rough kisses. Nibbling and sucking on her flesh, she left dark, bruising love bites in her wake. LeBlanc tilted her head to the side, exposing even more of her neck to the half-dragon's amorous advances. That slimy tongue quickly going to work again, leaving a trail of spit behind while it was drug up and down her skin. Leaning LeBlanc's full weight against the tree, Shyvana moved her hands to grip the oak instead, letting her dig her sharp talons into the bark of it as viciously as she desired, without turning her cocksleeve into a bloody mess. She didn't slow her movements in the slightest, continuing to batter the witch, plugging her hole again and again. Her insides were so soft, so malleable, they contrasted so sharply with the half-dragon's spire of flesh. As hard and unbending as steel. Yet, as soft and wet as her innards were, they could still grip so firmly, squeezing and stroking Shyvana's stiff rod. Each rib ground and scraped away at the woman's g-spot, stroking it multiple times with each thrust, while the tip jabbed at her cervix, demanding entry to better inseminate the eggs inside.

“Yes... Yes yes yes yes...” LeBlanc shrieked. “More! Almost... Almost theeeeere!” The air around them reeked of sweat. The wet smacking of their hips echoing between the trees. Certainly, the magician's slick tunnel was hot, but it felt cool inside compared to the searing heat of Shyvana's hot, iron-hard length. The width of it ensure not an inch of LeBlanc's interior went unscratched, unmolested by those knobby ridges or the tapered crown itself. A hand crept low, fingers scrabbling for a gap in Shyvana's armour, somewhere to hold onto as her body was jerked about by the onslaught, while the other crept up the back of the half-dragon's head. It grabbed at one massive horn, using it for a desperate handlebar to steady herself with.

Shyvana growled ferociously. She was so close herself, so near to release. Mouth agape, fangs bared, she dug her teeth into LeBlanc's shoulderblade, gripping her like an alpha wolf would claim its bitch. The witch howled in fresh pain, and the half-dragon's blood tasted the slightest hint of coppery blood from where her sharp teeth broke the skin. The vicious rutting continued, nailing the mage even harder if that was possible. She would peak soon... So very soon. But she was determined to push the sorceress over the edge first, to leave her a screaming, orgasming wreck begging for more, pleading for the half-dragon to seed her. Pre-cum bubbled and oozed from her tip in great globs, spitting inside of the fertile woman. It mingled with LeBlanc's free-flowing juices, slicking the dragon's pole and turning her cunt into a frothy, bubbly mess. Off-white liquid foaming around her speared entrance.

Suddenly, LeBlanc's face twisted. It became first a look of discomfort, eyes squeezed shut and chewing on her bottom lip, then one of panic. Her eyelids flung open and her boots tapped at Shyvana's back, as if urging her on faster. “So close... Come on... Faster... Faster! Not much more... Not much...” Her voice took on an almost whimpering tone, though it wasn't Shyvana she was pleading with. “Almost... Out of time... Not now! Just a bit... More!”

Were the half-dragon in a more coherent state of mind, the witch's words might have been troubling to her. But in her current state, the only thought on her mind was sex. Fucking. Breeding. The need to unload and flood her new bitch with her molten seed. She ignored the woman's babbling and thrust faster. Her hips just one grayish-blue blur, she angled her thrusts to drive her prick as deeply as possible, her cockhead battering LeBlanc's sweet spot a dozen times in half as many seconds, and at last driving the sorceress to the euphoric high she sought.

Head held high, LeBlanc moaned, her muscles twitching as though sparks crackled through her body. “Ooooohhh Gooooood, yesssss!” Her spine curled, and every muscle in her body pulled taut. A powerful shudder rocked her very core, and a fresh torrent of girl cum soaked Shyvana's ribbed piston. The vulgar squelches her cunt made only grew louder from the additional lubricant, and the half-dragon roared in triumph.

“Yes! Good girrrl... “ Shyvana rasped, still inching her way towards her own mind-numbing orgasm. “Mnnn, I don't think I'm ever going to let you go. I made that mistake once already today...” Shyvana's breathing was laboured, her chest heaving for the air she needed for each word. “I should never have let that beautiful red-head go. I should've finished fucking her into submission.” Though her head hung heavy from exhaustion, LeBlanc's brow cocked upwards. Is that where Katarina had been when she needed her? Off whoring herself out? She made a mental note to exact her revenge upon her 'ally' when they met up again. “But I won't repeat that mistake... You'll be mine forrreverrr...” The half-dragon's voice growled lustfully, tilting her own head back and enjoying the way that spasming pussy milked her cock.

LeBlanc's haughty laughter nearly broke the lust-crazed haze that had descended over Shyvana's mind, drawing her attention back to the mage's face. Her head was tilted down so her brow and tangled locks cast shadows over her eyes, but her egotistical smile was bright and clear. She stayed silent for a moment, as if to catch her breath after such a powerful orgasm, but when at last she looked up into Shyvana's eyes and spoke, her voice was eerily clear and calm. “A bit presumptuous, don't you think? I'd think you'd have to catch me before proclaiming ownership.”

Shyvana gave a hard thrust, staggering the sorceress's voice with a sudden moan. Her lips curled into a sneer, and she raised a hand to caress LeBlanc's violet tresses. “Oh? That's funny, you look pretty caught to me. Sure feeeeeeels that way too!” The half-dragon laughed giddily, her hips hammering away at the mage. It was her turn to cum now, and it wasn't far off.

LeBlanc shook her head, alternating between moaning and laughing at the demacian's naivety. “Silly beast, I escaped twenty minutes ago. While you've been playing with your own delusions, I've been off hunting down your friends.”

“...what?” Shyvana paused. Shaking her head, she redoubled her efforts, pounding the bitch's sopping cocksleeve even harder. LeBlanc was just messing with her head. She wouldn't listen, she wouldn't fall for any more of the magician's tricks.

“Ohhh, yesss! Do keep that up!” LeBlanc cackled, holding her arms back and hugging the tree in reverse, holding herself steady for the half-dragon. “Sorry to say, but I'm just an illusion. Mnn, I really should thank you. Usually when I'm summoned, it's just to serve as some barbarian's punching bag while I, the real me that is, make my escape. I must say, you've done a wonderful job making this far more entertaining than usual.”

No. No no no. Shyvana shook her head. She wouldn't be fooled. She wouldn't believe this harlot's lies. She was so close now. So close! She'd claim this wench as her own and break her sense of worth for telling such falsities. She was just trying to distract her from her much needed release, to trick her into releasing her captive. She wouldn't... She couldn't! Not now, not when she could feel her balls churning, her lust reaching its crescendo.

“Really, you've done such a good job, I feel bad that I couldn't return the favour. At the very least, I'd have loved to play a little longer.” LeBlanc sighed and shifted her hips. The half-dragon was slamming her right into the tree now at full force, momentum alone rendering her hips unstoppable. “Alas, looks like time's up. Such a pity.”

Shyvana ignored her. Or tried to. Why wouldn't she shut up? Why wouldn't she cease her incessant yammering? She grit her teeth and twisted her head. Eyes screwed shut, she tried not to let the mage's words get to her, but they crept into her mind and ate away at her, distracting her just enough to keep her from reaching her plateau. She redoubled her efforts, only hilting inside the woman's wet slit even harder, as if racing against some invisible clock.

“Mnnn, it's been a blast darling. Another time perhaps?” LeBlanc grinned from ear to ear, waving a hand in front of the halfling's face. “Ta-ta!” The magician's entire body shimmered and grew transparent, fading away right before Shyvana's glowing eyes.

“No. No! Almost there, so close...!” Shyvana hissed, feeling the onset of her orgasm. Her balls tightened, on the edge of blowing her load. “I'm about to cummm...” She pulled her hips back for one final thrust, the last she needed to nudge her gently over the precipice, and slammed home...

...Only LeBlanc's illusion was already gone, nothing there save a strong, unyielding tree.

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An anguished roar reverberated throughout Runeterra. All across the continent, men (and some 'women') ceased their daily routines and winced from some phantom pain. Though they knew not why, each of them paused and cradled their groins. All as one, they murmured, “...Ouch.”

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Twigs and foliage cracking underfoot, Katarina maintained her dogged retreat. She was thankful she at least still had her boots, if nothing else. She'd be hard pressed to keep her current speed if she had to worry about sharp sticks or stones jabbing the soles of her feet. Ducking beneath low-hanging branches and leaping over fallen logs, she never slowed, always afraid that just behind her could be a horny half-breed, her deranged sister, or a yordle packing a giant cannon.

It wasn't until she heard the scream that the woman finally paused. Slowing to a halt, she turned in the direction of some agonized wail, like the death cry of some savage beast. She didn't know what fiendish creature could make such a terrifying sound, but something about it brought a smile to her face.

Alas, that brief pause, that momentary lapse in motion, was all it took for the mercenary's fears to be realized.

"Ravage!"

An eerie, unnatural voice cried out, startling Katarina. She turned to face it, catching only the slightest glimpse of silver and gold before a metallic sphere cracked her in the face, knocking her flat on her ass and out like a light.

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No horrifying nightmares tormented Katarina in her sleep this time, though the vision that greeted her upon waking left her unconvinced that she wasn't still dreaming. A glowing blue eye hovered an inch away from her face, extended on a long stalk from a metallic sphere. Roughly the size of her torso, it hovered silently in the air. She gazed into its eye, and it looked back at her unerringly. She heard the whirrs and clicks of servos activating inside of it, a series of razor sharp blades suddenly ejecting from its sides and spinning around it wildly, the orb twirling in the air like a buzzsaw. Katarina screamed, throwing herself backwards, striking up against something hard with a metal clang.

"The Ball wants to play."

Cowering away from the whirling death orb, Katarina tilted her head to look up upon hearing that auto-tuned voice once again.

Looming over her was a woman clad entirely in silver and gold... Wait, no, she wasn't wearing metal, she was made of it! Steel, iron and silver molded into the shape of a dainty ballerina, with joints and artificial hair crafted from bronze and gold. Her elbows, shoulders, knees... Hell, all her joints were nothing more than bronze balls fitted into empty sockets in her limbs, leaving her double-jointed at each connection and freakishly flexible. Her skin, if it even could be called that, was just sheets of metal bolted to the framework underneath. The rivets and screws that held it in place could still be spotted in some places. Despite her artificial nature, whoever constructed her had still taken the time to fashion for her a suitably alluring bust, possessing all the right curves form a luscious pair of shiny breasts, but none of the softness or malleability. Strangely, her torso didn't seem to be connected her lower body at all, but rather, it hovered in place above. Though there was nothing connecting the two segments of her body, and yet it stayed perfectly in place, not deviating from where it should be in the slightest. Her hair, if it could even be called that, was as solid and steely as the rest of her. Gold encircling her metal skull, shaped into a neck length bob-cut, with a tiny pony-tail at the back, and parted at her forehead into a pair of bangs which perfectly framed her silvery visage. Her face was constructed to appear young, with sharp, angular features. The most disconcerting thing about her were her eyes though. Never blinking, glowing with an inhuman, cold blue light.

Katarina was pressed right up against the mechanical woman's legs. Just an inch higher was the closest thing to 'clothing' the creature possessed. There was no fabric, just a series of jagged, golden spikes, each shaped like the hand of a clock and jutting outwards, like the crude framework of a mechanical skirt with each spike resembling a pleat. Without warning, the skirt began to buzz and whirr, spinning around the automaton and slicing the air like a razor blade. A few strands of scarlet hair floated down before Katarina's eyes, and she shrieked again, diving away from the deadly blades.

Orianna, the Lady of Clockwork, watched Katarina with bemused interest. Even when she stood still, the robotic woman was never not in motion. Her arms and legs jerked sporadically, arbitrarily twisting and bending as if she were unable to control it. Like the idle twitches of an ordinary human ramped up to eleven. At times her whole body would twist and rotate, and sometimes it was just her head, spinning 360 degrees only to continue staring at Kat eerily. Whenever her movements slowed by even the tiniest bit, she would twist both arms behind her back and grab hold of a giant key jutting from her spine, using her unnatural flexibility and strength to twist it and rewind her clockwork innards, complete with the tick-tick-ticking of gears grinding away inside her chassis.

Though she was created to be a fascimile of human life, Orianna felt more like a mockery of it.

"Oh God, what fresh hell is this..." Kat murmured. The sphere zoomed past her head, the spinning blades knicking her ear as it went. The assassin cringed and pressed her hand to the cut, finding it thankfully minor. Ignorant of the wound it had inflicted, the orb circled Orianna, hovering higher as it rose to the same level as her head, then turned to watch Katarina with deadly focus.

Orianna, for her part, seemed oblivious to the killer intent with which the Ball eyed the nude woman. The Ball's spinning blades retracted back into itself and she wrapped her arms around it, leaning her head into it and nuzzling with the metal object like one might coddle a pet. While she cuddled with the sphere, she kept watching Katarina, and the assassin did not like the way she was looking at her, eyeing her like a little girl who'd just been gifted a pretty new doll to play with.

"Why are you naked?" Orianna asked. The question startled Kat out of her terrified gaze, and she leapt to her feet, ready to defend herself. Orianna's head cocked to the side, and she raised herself up on the toes of one foot, arms out outstretched. Spinning like a top, she slowly inched closer to the red-head, her bizarre movements only freaking her out even more.

"Stay the hell away!" Katarina screamed at the top of her lungs. She backed off slowly, hands up to protect herself from the myriad sharp edges orbiting Orianna.

The clockwork ballerina kept up her continuous twirl. One leg held high and bent at the knee, she raised both hands over her head, fingertips just narrowly touching, and sped up her deadly dance. Her foot left a groove in the dirt behind her as she raced towards Katarina. Just as she would've come into range for the weaponized skirt to slice the flesh and blood girl to ribbons, she stopped, standing perfectly still with her back to Katarina. Before the assassin could react, she bent over backwards, her head twisting and tilting back at an impossible ninety degree angle to stare upside down into Kat's face.

Visibly shaken, the noxian quaked in her boots while Orianna repeated her question. "Why are you naked?" The automaton's face was a marvel of techmaturgy. Despite the seemingly unyielding materials it was composed of, she was able to imitate human facial expression remarkably well. It was only her dead, coolly lit eyes that gave the facade an air of wrongness. Now, it was a confused, yet intrigued look she bore.

"Wh... What?" Katarina took another step back, and watched in horror as Orianna's body twisted and turned, her torso and skull rotating until her front faced the noxian, leaning forward so that she was right up in Kat's face. Still, her torso and legs seemed to somehow remain stable, connected and yet not.

"Are you trying to attract a potential mate? Orianna tried once. She did a special dance where she took off all her clothes to entice a boy." Though the robot spoke of herself in the third person, there was a sense that she wasn't truly talking about herself at all. "Daddy scolded her. Only naughty, promiscuous harlots take off their clothes before they get married. Are you a naughty, promiscuous harlot?"

Orianna's face inched closer, and Katarina went berserk, shoving the clockwork creation away from her. "Get away you walking lawnmower!" Orianna stumbled and fell, twisting into a heap of tangled limbs as she fell to the ground. Kat didn't hesitate to press her advantage, turning tail and fleeing down the nearest pathway.

"Oh dear, now you've gone and made the ball angry." Orianna's voice never truly changed its tone. The auto-tuner that produced it fluctuated in intonation, but it was practically random, and didn't reflect her emotions properly... Assuming she even had any. It was as though the words were fragments pulled from different sentences and strung together to form new ones, without changing the inflection.

On command, the Ball focused its view on Katarina and flew at her. The clicks and whirrs of its internal motors the only warning sound she got before it bowled her over, crashing through her legs and sweeping them out from under her. She hit the ground with a dull thud and a grunt. "Oww... Why does that keep happening to me?"

By now Orianna had disentangled herself and was back up on her feet, happily skipping towards the fallen assassin. "I have a fun game we can play. I think you will like it."

"Oh no..." With the Ball circling in the air overhead, Katarina moved to plan B. Though she was unarmed, she still had a trick or two up her sleeve. She waited, prone and helpless looking, for Orianna to get a bit closer, and once she was in range, the assassin vanished in a red blur. Calling on her training, she used the shunpo technique she'd been taught to briefly leap through the air faster than the human eye could track, reappearing behind the automaton. It was the same trick she'd used earlier when attempting to flee from Shyvana, springboarding off of the mechanoid's back.

Unfortunately, it had just as much success as the last time too. Orianna's eyes were anything but human, and she easily tracked the mercenary's movements. Her head spun around to follow Katarina, and her arms bent backwards, grabbing hold of her ankles when she tried to launch herself. Her strength enhanced by steel and servos rather than weak, squishy muscle, she stopped Kat's momentum dead in its tracks and lifted her up over the automaton's head, swinging her back down and slamming her into the dirt at Orianna's feet in one fluid motion.

"You wish to play the mating game, do you not? That is why you are naked." Orianna continued without missing a beat, as if she didn't even realize Katarina had just attempted to escape from her. "I wish to play too. I will help you."

"Uuungh... What are you talking about?" Katarina groaned. "Mating? What?"

Orianna grabbed her by the wrists, lifting her up to her feet. "Daddy says that girls who play the mating game without being married are bad. Orianna was a bad girl who misbehaved. I am not bad. I am a good girl." Through the lens of her eyes, one could practically see the gears in Orianna's head turning. "Boys do not get scolded when they play the game, so I will play the boy. I will play the boy and be your mate. Doesn't that sound fun?"

"What? Oh God... Oh God no!" Katarina struggled hard against Orianna's grip, but her hold was too strong. She pinned her fellow champion's arms to her side and pulled her in close. Her skirt had ceased its deadly rotation, and she easily squeezed the fleshy meatbag in between two of the sharp edges. Arms wrapping around her, Katarina was trapped in a cold embrace, unable to even squirm lest she cut herself on one of the sharp blades on either side of her.

"So strange. You say no, but you are naked. This means you wish to play." Orianna cocked her head to the side, still wearing a bewildered look. Suddenly her eyes lit up, and she smiled, finally understanding. "Of course. The word no is a frequent precursor to sex. In this game, no means yes! Such a silly game!"

"No no no!"

"Yes yes yes!" Orianna laughed, a repetitive, monotonous sound, while Katarina wildly shook her head head.

If no was positive... Thinking fast, the woman stopped and started nodding. "Yes yes!"

"Double yes! Eeeeeee!" Orianna's voice box attempted to mimic the excited squeal of a little girl, but the sound came out distorted, more like an terrifying shriek. "This will be fun!" Her arms locked around Kat's waist, she tightened her hold, squeezing the air out of her. Their bodies crushed together, Kat's bosom was squished against Orianna's unforgiving chest, her nipples stiffening from contact with the cold metal.

"Please no, don't do this..." Her voice barely more than a whisper, Katarina was lifted off the ground by the force of Orianna's hug.

"You will see. I will be a very good boy for you. I have all of the necessary parts." The clockwork robot started to rattle, her insides clanging together. There was a slight whoosh sound, a panel beneath Orianna's skirt sliding out of place. Still acting upon some crude mimicry of human behaviour, she leaned in for a kiss, her icy lips pressing against Kat's cheek when she twisted her head away. "No kiss? I understand. We've only just met afterall."

Orianna's hands crept down the small of Katarina's back, taking a firm hold of her toned behind. Pulled so close that their loins were grinding together, the assassin felt something poking between her thighs, something not nearly as alien to her anymore as she wished it was. A hard, cylindrical tube, made from the same sturdy silver metal as the rest of her, emerged from the open panel in Orianna's crotch. It was shaped vaguely similarly to a human phallus, but formed from whatever extraneous parts had been lying around during her construction. The tube-like shaft was unnaturally smooth plastic, devoid of the bumps and the pliable skin of a real penis. Wires spiralled up the length of it, crudely resembling veins. It narrowed near the base, a second, thinner tube connecting it to the gears and circuitry inside of her. The whole thing was topped with a gold-coloured, silicone knob, loosely shaped like a human's, and possibly the only remotely soft part of Orianna's entire body. To an extent, it sort of reminded Katarina of a plastic toy her sister had owned once, one she'd shamefully borrowed between assignments to help ease her stress. It was even complete with a wide slit at the end of it, though Katarina couldn't imagine (nor did she want to try) what would come out of it. Completing the illusion were Orianna's 'testicles', really just a pair of motionless gears jutting out halfway from the opening in her crotch just below her cylindre dick. Like so much of Orianna, the whole thing bore only the crudest resemblance to humanity, as though created by someone who took only the most cursory glance at the real thing and then tried to recreate it from memory. Katarina even wondered if it was perhaps a modification Orianna had made to herself instead of part of her default construction.

"Oh God, why do you even have that?" Katarina was flipping out. This had to be a nightmare. How did every other woman she encountered have a dick? This one wasn't even alive and she had one!

"I don't understand. All boys have a penis. So I must have one too if I am to play the part." Orianna retorted. She cocked her head and gripped the assassin's ass in her steely hands. Hefting her up into the air, she tried to angle the her mechanical cock to penetrate the woman's slit, the bulbous tip seeking out her opening.

"No, I mean... Whyyyyy?!" Katarina wailed. Her feet dangled an inch off the ground, squeezing her legs together to keep the invader out. Their loins bumping together, Orianna's shaft kept sliding harmlessly along her belly, occasionally prodding at her navel.

The robot scowled, humping forward but unable to get anywhere near penetration. “This position seems inefficient.” She complained during the struggle. Despite her exuberance, the mechanics of intercourse were lost on her. They had all the right parts, yet they did not fit together as easily as expected. A quick glance downwards enlightened her, her face reverting to its somewhat chilling neutral expression once the problem was solved. “Your legs are positioned improperly. I will fix this.” Casually dropping Kat, she gave her a hard shove and threw her to the ground.

Katarina grunted when she hit the ground on her left side, with one of her arms pinned underneath her. Before she could even push herself off of it, Orianna's weight came crashing down on top of her. Though her figure and movements appeared dainty, her sturdy iron construction made it feel like being sat on by a sack of bricks. She took a firm hold of Kat's ankle and lifted, raising it up high and pushing back til her foot was dangling just above her head. The mercenary winced. There was a limit to her flexibility, and the machine nearly had her doing the splits.

Orianna straddled her thigh and leaned forward, resting Katarina's upraised leg against her sturdy bosom and letting the weight of her floating torso keep it pinned. “Yes. This is better.” Keeping one hand on the noxian's ankle to steady it, she braced herself against the ground with the other.

Realigning her metal pole with the its target, Orianna suddenly paused. Spotting the hints of a tattoo upon Katarina's left side, she reached down to trace the black lines of ink with her fingertips. The extravagant, though vague, image seemed to stretch from her hips up her side to her chest, though it was partially obscured from being pinned down on that side. “How strange. You did not have this.”

Katarina grimaced, just an inch away from being skewered by her steely pole, finding the robot chose the strangest time to suddenly become enamoured by her body art. “What are you talking about? I've always had that.”

“No. You did not. It was not there minutes ago.”

The assassin just stared at the android as though she were crazy... Which she kinda was. “Nno? I've had that for ages.”

Confused, Orianna's eyes glowed brighter as she searched through the records she possessed on all enemy combatants. She remained still and silent for a moment, and Katarina wiggled anxiously, testing to see if there was any chance for escape. Just as she thought she might wiggle her other arm free, Orianna's focus returned, pushing down on her harder. “My error. You have always had that.” And just like that it was forgotten, chalked up to a momentary fault with her optics, and Orianna returned her attention to the task at hand.

In this position, her mechanical prick had little difficulty finding the woman's slit, though she still found her objective difficult to accomplish. It had been long enough since her last encounter that any trace of Kat's arousal had faded, but the artifical woman seemed undeterred. Her attempt to go in dry was met with difficulty, Katarina's lips refusing to part easily for her. Oblivious to the pain it would cause, she pushed her hips forward anyways. She was not even an inch deep when Kat screamed from her unlubed entry. She smiled in misunderstanding, a frightening expression upon her heartless face. “Yes. Moan. You enjoy this.” Her hips bucked jerkily, quickly thrusting back and forth, forcing herself even deeper.

Katarina scowled and swung her free hand at Orianna, striking her with a loud ding and immediately recoiling her fist in pain. “Aah! Damnit,” she hissed, “you stupid piece of scrap! Stop! Pull out!”

Orianna looked down at her quizzically. “I do not understand. You wish to play. Why do you protest?” The whirring of her motorized flanks accompanied each thrust, continuing automatically through her confusion. Each motion was exact and identical, reaching the same depth and force every time. Katarina had thought Shyvana had been rough, but Orianna was merciless, without any concept of empathy or pain. She pounded the assassin's sex relentlessly, giving no hint that she even felt the painful friction burn she was inflicting.

“Fffuck, it huuurts!” Katarina shrieked and sobbed, her eyes watering from the pain. As terrible as her previous encounters had been, she'd take any of them again in a heartbeat over being raped by an unfeeling machine. And any attempt to fight back just left her fist throbbing, while the android looked like she didn't even feel it. Her breasts bounced with each lurching thrust, rolling around her chest unconstrained.

Though her outward appearance remained unchanged, her plunging hips ceaseless in their drive, Orianna was conflicted inside. Her understanding of the game was that it was a pleasant sensation for all. Yet her partner insisted she was in pain. Had she done something incorrectly? Had she inserted herself into the wrong hole? That was a common mistake from her understanding. A quick exploratory grope of Kat's rear end confirmed this was not the case, even going so far as to briefly insert a finger into her anus to test. No, she had definitely put the parts together properly. Scanning her memory banks briefly, her eyes lit up with possible understanding.

“Of course.” She exclaimed, drawing her pounding to a sudden halt. “It is customary for animals to first woo a mate by offering tribute, or through an act of dominance. Human courtship is similar.” Slipping free from Kat's snatch, her phallus jutted out proudly, just waiting to be put back in. “I will do both. My records show that you are fond of sharp things. I have many sharp things.”

Groaning in discomfort, Katarina tried to sit up, but Orianna grabbed her by the hair and swiftly shoved her face back into the grass and dirt. The android straightened up, still holding Kat's head down with an outstretched arm, and there was a click from around her pelvic region. Twisting her head, the assassin saw her reach a hand towards her skirt, her eyes narrowed suspiciously. “What are you doing?” She watched Orianna pry off one of the serrated, knife-like edges of her skirt, and the human's eyes grew larger. “What are you doing?” She said again, louder this time. Holding the sharp object up so Katarina could see, Orianna flashed her a sweet smile, and her blood ran cold. “Oh God, what are you doing!?”

The robot's only response was a swift cut across her upraised leg. Not a simple scratch, but a thick slice across her thigh that forced a jet of crimson to spray out, spattering the android's chest and stomach. Katarina screamed and thrashed, but couldn't even so much as shake the terrifying woman off of her.

“I am dominant. You enjoy this.” Orianna grinned, and slowly drew the tip of her blade up Katarina's thigh, scratching without breaking the skin. Once she reached just below the knee, she dug it into her flesh and drug it down, cutting through her flesh again and spilling another river of red down her leg. Dark, syrupy blood oozed down the killer's flank, the warm liquid staining her tanned skin. Globs of it clung to the knife and dripped from the end, landing atop Orianna's erect staff. “And now, my gift to you.” Gripping the hilt of her makeshift weapon, Orianna stabbed it deep into Kat's thigh, eliciting another banshee shriek as well as another spurt of her life force. A brief gout of scarlet gushed from the wound, applying a fresh coat of red paint to the automaton's belly and spattering her dick with blood.

Her vital fluids flowing down her uplifted leg and streaming past her slit, Katarina found herself sobbing uncontrollably. Her foot was spasming and twitching, the knife buried deep in her muscle. Frantically, she flailed her one good arm but couldn't so much as put a ding in Orianna's frame.

Convinced now that all was well, the android left the sharp protrusion embedded in the girl's leg, the blood flow slowing from a constant gush to a steady trickle. Gripping her pole with blood-slicked fingers, she realigned it with Kat's pussy and thrust inside once more. Though she still screamed, it was no longer the coherent protests, but a mere wordless gibbering, the pain in her leg now far outweighing the ravaging of her cunt. Lubed with the girl's blood, Orianna found there was less resistance to her movements, and so deduced that she had corrected her error. “Yes. This is a fun game.”

"Oh god, oh god, oh god..." Katarina whimpered, face wet with tears. Her nerves were on fire, the hooked razor digging at her muscle, shredding it even more each time she so much as twitched.

Unconcerned with the agony she was putting the girl through, the mechanized woman put her weight into holding the wounded leg up again, and went back to burying her bloody cock in her now slick hole. Hips pumping fluidly, shaking Kat's body with smooth, automated thrusts. There wasn't even any pleasure to be had. The robot had a sense of touch, but could not feel joy or pain, lacking a functional nervous system. She was just going through the motions, imitating her poor understanding of human behaviour.

And Katarina suffered for it. Orianna's thrusts weren't as rough as some of her other recent partners. They were smooth and precise, gyros and gears rotating and keeping her hips moving always at the same constant pace, sinking all the way in, pulling halfway out, lurching forward, retracting midway again... But they were harder. Her pole was truly stiff as iron, and though the tip was a bit softer, it wasn't nearly enough to cushion against the sheer force behind each automated slam. The smooth shaft even ground against her g-spot with every thrust, rubbing against the little bundle of nerves and sending jolts of ecstasy through her, but it even that wasn't enough to block out the pain from her forceful hilting, or the burning in her leg, the occasional squirt of blood shooting out whenever Orianna leaned into it too forcefully.

Unable to differentiate between the two, the clockwork woman mistook each pained sob for a satisfied moan. She smiled down at Kat, her silver palm outstretched against the ground right by her head. "You enjoy this. I am a good lover. This is a fun game." She repeated, her voice never broken by the need to breathe, yet still so very very wrong sounding.

"No... S-stop... Don't..." Katarina whimpered, barely even able to form words. God, why did it hurt so much? Why didn't she understand? The arm pinned underneath her was starting to go numb, and the leg straddled by Orianna was being smeared with blood. The crimson fluid clung to the robot's thighs and was spreading everywhere.

Those words the red-head was saying... They didn't make sense to the android. What manner of phrasing was that? Don't what? Stop what? Unless, perhaps she had them out of order? Of course, she was begging her not to stop! Her mind was so rattled with pleasure that she couldn't even string words together properly. Orianna wished she could feel that. To know how the woman felt. This game was already fun, showing the woman what a good lover she could be. How much greater would it be if she could feel these wonderful sensations too. How wonderful these slick walls must feel, wrapped so tightly around her rod. Orianna could even make them squeeze tighter, all she had to do was give the knife embedded in Katarina's thigh and a sharp twist. She did so occasionally, the woman's muscles spasming with a shrill shriek. Still, there were ways...

Humming softly, the Ball descended upon the pair, having been watching the sickening spectacle from the air. Katarina didn't even notice it at first, not until it neared her head, and then her eyes grew wide with fright. What now? What new horror was to be inflicted upon her? She tried to keep her eyes focused on the sphere, but Orianna's thrusts jerked her body erratically, dragging her through the grass and leaving her crying out with fresh agony. Her left breast squished against the ground, the other bouncing atop her chest, making her vision lurch unevenly.

On the top half of the Ball, a trio of panels slid back, two on each side and on at the top. From each opening a copper pole slid out, tipped with a small, flat panel. Metal rods unfolded to give them length, like three gangly, terrifying fingers reaching out to grasp her. They slid through Katarina's hair and the assassin cried out in terror. Her head shook and her body was rocked by Orianna's constant bucking, but the orb seemed undaunted. The copper rods aligned themselves on all sides of Katarina's skull, probing through her fiery mane until the flat ends were held right against her scalp. Then the buzzing began.

It was a just a tiny little hum at first, she could barely even hear it, and her scalp tingled a little. Like a trio of electrodes, the Ball tapped into her synapses, reading the electrical impulses in Katarina's mind. Symbiotically linked with Orianna, it transmitted Kat's brain waves directly to her, and she shared in the sensations coursing through the red-head. She felt the burning pain as though it were her own, and she savoured the pleasurable jolts each time she stuffed her mechanical prick into the assassin's blood-soaked box.

And Orianna enjoyed this sensation. She found it very fun. Moreso than the other feeling, the hurtful one. She didn't like it as much. Fortunately for her, she didn't have to experience it. She guided the Ball's probes, and it shifted its arms, realigning the panels to better tap into that feeling of bliss.

Katarina had no idea what the Ball was doing, but as it rifled through her brain, the quiet hum became a loud drone, the slight tingle becoming a throbbing headache. "Agh! Stop... Stop! What are you... Eeeeaaah!" Her skull was suddenly pounding, the three prongs sending electricity coursing through her.

She leeched off of Katarina's joyous feelings, it was only fair that she shared something in return. So Orianna had the ball replicate the electrical impulses of her circuitry, feeding the excessive voltage into Kat's skull for her to 'enjoy'. She screamed, her whole body jolted, and her pussy muscles clenched hard around Orianna's shaft. Gripped so firmly within the woman's spasming cunt, it smoothly stroked every inch of her vaginal walls, and the wonderful ecstasy it brought flowed straight back into Orianna through their connection.

Yes. This was good. This was fun. Orianna saw so clearly how sex was such a sought after activity. And she was so eager to share more with her great partner.

"This game is so fun."

Her hips never stopped, never slowed, drilling Katarina's snatch without mercy. Her aim unerring, she struck the woman's sweet spot everytime. She never needed to reposition herself, rocking her hips with perfect precision, mashing her dildo dick into the human's delicate nerve bundle forcefully. Her movements were so smooth that her upper body could remain almost perfectly still, simply holding Katarina in place while her hips did all the work. The only movement from above was the slow winding down of the key on her back, and the constant clockwork ticking that accompanied it.

"You enjoy this so much."

The tighter she squeezed down on Orianna's pole, the easier it was for her to hit all of the assassin's sensitive regions. So she did everything in her power to make the red-head squeal and clinch. She twisted and jerked the knife in her leg, adding more blood to the building river. Her pounding tool sliding back and forth easily with a sickening squelch, the blood soaking it making it slick and wet, warm with sticky red juice. Another spark of lightning shot through Katarina's spine in a tortured feedback loop. More pain for Kat meant more pleasure for Orianna meant more pain for Kat.

"You like to play with me."

High voltage flooded Katarina's nervous system, and her skull throbbed. That sound in her ears had grown to a deafening ring, and each word Orianna spoke was like some terrible screech in her brain. She couldn't think, couldn't even hear herself scream, the only sound was the auto-tuned voice and the scraping of metal against itself in her head.

"I am a great lover."

Each jolt that wracked her body left her feeling more numb. The fire in her leg dulled to an aching throb, pulsating each time Orianna jerked the needle. Each little fit of pleasure was intensified until her nerves ached. It was reaching the point where it all blurred together, unable to differentiate between agony and ecstasy. Vision grew bleary and her eyes felt dry, the Ball constantly sparking her brain.

"You want more."

This was new. Left arm wrapped around the woman's leg for support, Orianna's fingers brushed past her slit, feeling the way her opening stretched each time she sheathed herself in it. And there, just above it, was another little feature she'd not noticed before, a stiff little fleshy nub. She rubbed it experimentally, and Katarina squealed. The machine's wireless signal overloaded with new feelings of joy. It was like a little button she determined, a little pleasure button that made her lover feel good. Orianna understood buttons, she had quite a few herself. Her fingers straightened out, running alongside the noxian's clit, stroking it with rapid, tiny movements. Her digits grew faster and faster, becoming a blur. Moving so quickly and shallowly, each finger was essentially converted into a vibrating sex toy, used to press and tease her sensitive love button and adding on to the sensory overload.

"You enjoy this."

God, why wouldn't she shut up? Katarina cradled her head with her one mobile arm. She cringed from every word, like they were boring into her brain. She tried to think, but that hard length kept rocking her to her core. The assassin couldn't concentrate, those digits stroking her clit and sending vibrations up her spine. Her head was feeling hazy, blood loss dulling her once sharp mind. She sought to protest, yet another shock robbed her voice of words and left her babbling.

"I am great."

Her own thoughts were scattered, memories fading. How did she even end up in this position? Wasn't she hurt? The mercenary felt warmth running down her legs, but it felt so far away and alien. Vision was nothing but fuzzy colours. Silver and yellow and red. If she looked up she could see blue, Orianna's lenses staring at her intently. They shone so brightly, it was easy to focus on them while everything else melted away.

"This is fun."

Those words echoed in her mind. She didn't even know where they came from. They kind of made sense though. This was pretty fun. Her whole body was lit up and tingling. Muscles contracted around the thick tool sliding into her depths and blood soaked her lower half. Together, they made a delightful squishy schlick. The woman found herself giggling suddenly, carefully directed shocks spiking the pleasure centre of her brain.

"You love this."

The automaton had heard stories about especially skilled lovers, and how their partners seemed to virtually melt beneath them. Is this what they had referred to? Katarina's body was turning to liquid before the bewildered android's eyes. Red fluid kept seeping from her leg, and her flesh was exuding some sort of salt solution. It made her body glisten, skin turning shiny and wet. The rest of her shook and jiggled, heavy breasts rolling and bouncing in rhythm.

"You need more."

How wonderful! Orianna was doing such a good job. The way Katarina quivered, her body trying to milk her dick, told her so. If the girl wasn't lost in the throes of ecstasy, gibbering mindlessly, she'd be begging for more, surely. So the android would grant her wish. There was no need for begging or thanks, Orianna already knew what she desired.

"You want to have sex."

The gears at the base of Orianna's prick began to spin, slowly at first. Her body whistled, her magical components clanking together, releasing excess energy through bursts of steam at her joints. The gears ground faster, and her shaft started to move, independently of her hips, which continued to gyrate at their steady pace. The thicker tube slid forward and retracted, beginning at a relaxed pace but quickly building into a fervor. Her rod was quite literally a piston, thrusting back and forth, working at a separate pace from her hips. The result were faster, more erratic thrusts, that might go halfway in only to pull a quarter of the way back and slam all the way forward. Though her movements were still precise, they were irregular, never hitting quite the same place twice. She struck a different nerve every time, and when her pelvis and piston aligned properly, she drilled far, far deeper than she had managed before. The rubbery tip of her staff battered Katarina's cervix, brute forcing its way into her core without ever even realizing there had been a barrier there.

"You are a harlot."

The woman jerked with fresh pain, her womb broken into so casually, the artificial dick striking all the way forward until it her the very end of her uterus. Another shock ran through her addled mind, nullifying the pain and amplifying the pleasurable signals that travelled through her nervous system. The sudden, jarring leap from suffering to bliss only further numbed her thoughts. Something in the back of her head was screaming, but it sounded as garbled to the assassin's self as her voice did to Orianna. The only thing she could make out at all amongst the flood of different sensations and the constant buzzing and shocks were the clear, mechanical words of her 'lover'.

"You live for sex."

Yes, that must be true. She'd been fucking for as long as she could remember. Dragons, monsters, yordles, machines, it didn't matter what. All that mattered was getting pounded into the dirt. There was warmth running down her thighs, spilling down the crack of her ass. Had she cum? Probably, she enjoyed this afterall.

"You want me to fuck you."

Fucked silly and brain fried, the mindless puppet could only nod her head. Her tongue hung from her mouth, and drool was spilling down her chin uncontrollably. The only limb within her control scrabbled at the dirt, her fingers digging pulling at grass while she writhed, twisting her upper body as far as she could and bending her spine out of shape.

"You need me."

The gyrations of her pelvis, the thrusting of her piston remained constant, but still Orianna was certain she could do more. She was the best lover! Katarina would see. Her tool twisted suddenly as she pulled back for another thrust, and began rotating within Kat's soft pussy. The wires that spiralled up the length of her cylindre ground against the noxian's inner walls while they spun, rendering her mechanical pole a makeshift drill. The end result was complete sensory overload for Katarina.

"This is a fun game."

Before the woman's gaze, the world seemed to vanish. There was nothing but a mix of colours, an aurora that filled her view, speckled with the occasional bolt of lightning.

"You want to play with me forever."

Her ears were filled with the constant, droning thrum she had by now grown accustomed to. It was comforting even, to have her own thoughts drowned out, replaced with Orianna's verbal commands.

"I will take good care you."

She certainly felt well taken care of. Her nerves tingled from the constant friction, her slit speared, her erogenous zones slammed and drilled, her clit vibrating so hard it felt like it would fall off. Somewhere in her lower body there was still fire, but it felt muted, a dull throb in comparison to everything else.

"You can't get enough."

Little arcs of electricity occasionally jumped from one point on her body to another, as she was shocked constantly by the metal rods glued to her skull. Her hair was actually starting to stand on end. Her eyes were wide, her pupils enlarged from the drug-like numbness in her skull. Mouth agape and tongue outstretched in a silent scream, a little bolt of lightning arcing from it. Her mouth was sticky and dry, her tongue tasting like ash.

"My loving is best."

And for some reason, all she could smell was burnt toast.

"You are happy."

Like a switch had finally been hit after hours of toying around with it, the woman broke down all the way. Her words, once gibbering nonsense, became clear, albeit broken by guttural moans. "Yes yes yes! Aahn! More more mmmmorrre... Fuck me fuck me fuck meeee!"

Orianna was taken aback by Katarina's sudden change in attitude. Her body still twitched and jerked wildly, though now she ceased clawing at the ground like a terrified animal. She grabbed at her wobbling bust and groped herself lasciviously, rolling one nipple between thumb and forefinger and squealing as she unintentionally shocked herself. The assassin's face grew pale, the colour bleeding out of it as she grew woozier from blood loss. Her eyes were rolling up into her skull and her jaw hung slack, tongue rolling outwards, her brain too scrambled to reel it back in.

-Schluck- -Slick- -Squish-

Each spiralling thrust was accompanied by a fresh squelch, and though the majority of the lube was still a dark, crimson stain on her steel rod, it was turning a milky, pinkish hue. Orianna let out a girlish, high-pitched squeal. Or at least it was meant to be. Her voice synthesizer couldn't hit that high a pitch, and instead it came out as a terrifyingly shrill, warbling cry. She'd made the assassin cum! The girl was screaming for more while riding her robotic prick. Yes! This game was ever so much fun. Oh, but she couldn't forget! The game wasn't over yet. Now it was her turn. It was important for the male to fulfill its purpose and seed its mate, otherwise what was the point of it all? She would see her role through to the end and finish the game. She was a very good girl afterall, and she would prove she could be a good boy too.

The autonomous cock whirred each time it corkscrewed in deeply, pistoning in and out and dragging more of the mercenary's cum out to pool beneath her. Lost in bliss, she threw her head back and babbled. "Aaaah! More... More... I need this!" Panting heavily, she struggled to breathe, Orianna's incessant needling not giving her the time to refill her lungs even. Yet still she pleaded to continue, a silly, brain-dead grin on her face. "This is -haah- so fun! I love it! Aaaahn! Give me more!"

Orianna nodded her head in agreement, all too happy to oblige, her rod drilling past Katarina's cervix repeatedly. "This is a fun game. Accelerating." For the first time, her hips changed pace, speeding up. Her pounding piston did as well, buzzing louder as it spun faster and slammed deep into her womb.

"Yes! God, oh god, oh god!" The mindless puppet trilled. Her eyes were glazed over, pupils fluctuated rapidly in size. "Fuck me like the harlot I am! Gaaah! You're the best!" She tried to push her hips back to meet Orianna's thrusts, but the red-head found no strength in her legs. She didn't worry about it though. Why would she when everything felt so goooood?

Orianna smiled. Yes. She was a good girl. So was Katarina. Positive reinforcement was important. Another shock from the Ball rocked Kat's body so hard her eyes shook in her head. "Yes. You are a good girl. You get a reward. Breeding." Inside the robot's chassis, some of her parts clicked and rearranged themselves.

Just inside her belly, where a woman's ovaries might be located, were a pair of glass vials implanted in her by her creator. They contained the last remaining traces of his daughter, his dear, sweet Orianna. Unable to cope with the tragic loss of his child, he had sought to recreate her as the autonomous lady of clockwork through the wonders of techmaturgy, the perfect fusion of magic and science. Though he insisted to all that Orianna the robot was every bit the perfect replica, he knew deep down in his soul that she was nothing more than a crude mockery. But he still had hope that someday he would see success, and to that end, he had salvaged some of his daughter's genetic material and implanted it in the robot. His hope was that it would give the android his daughter's soul, but should that fail too, it would give his daughter the chance to live on in a different way.

Now those delicate glass beakers dropped into position, a pair of transparent tubes siphoning out just a few potent drops of the precious fluid, and encasing them in small pockets of a thicker, irridescent liquid. Like an oily imitation of preseminal fluid, it was drawn up through a thick tube running through the length of Orianna's piston, even as it spun and scraped at Katarina's sex.

The red-head remained oblivious to the events transpiring just below the android's plated skin. The world did not exist beyond the spinning tool pummeling her twat. "Yes! I'm a good girl!" she cried, "Fuck me forever! Need more sex... Need you... Need moooorrrrrre..." Her throat rumbled with a guttural moan, and she was rewarded by the Ball with another series of shocks. Its single blue lens gazing coldly into her distorted, lust-drunk face.

The android's fingers sped up, stroking Katarina's clit faster while holding her leg tightly. Never blinking, her focus unwavering, watching the woman's facial features twist and spasm with every jolt and every body-rocking thrust. "Good girl. Good harlot. You will carry baby Orianna. Inseminating."

For a brief, jarring moment, Katarina felt her mind return to her, just long enough to be confused. "Baby- what?!" The thought passed as quickly as the others, erased by a sudden shock as Orianna began to unload. Powerful spurts of sticky, rainbow-coloured fluid shot from the silicone tip of her dick, thick wads of glistening oil flooding the girl's womb. As unnatural a coupling and unlikely to take as the seed of all the others that had invaded her that day, it nevertheless settled in to compete with its rivals. Unable to risk such a precious, limited resource on but a single female, Orianna's load was not nearly as copious as any of the other rapists who'd taken their turn that day, though it was powerful all the same. Fired from the tip of her piston, still barreling forward to assault Katarina's uterus, each jet struck her like a kick, flooding her with enough robotic cum for some of it to gush out whenever Orianna's drill retracted. Sticky ropes of irridescent goo tethered various parts of her dick to Katarina's slick netherlips. For every ounce that was pulled out with each thrust, Orianna's shaft pushed that much more in, until her reserves ran dry, the steady stream dying off instantly without even a weak, final squirt.

Her task completed, Orianna's body ground to a halt. Her hips, the spinning, the thrusting piston, all slowed to a crawl, stopping entirely after a couple more rotations. As hard as it ever would be, her shaft retracted, the gluk it made sounding lewd even to the unfamiliar ears of the robot. Strings of oil dangled from the end of it, arches hanging low before snapping under their own weight. Still spattered with blood and cum, it slid right back into the compartment it emerged from, the larger tube enveloping the smaller as they vanished into her pelvis. The protective panel slid back into place seamlessly, leaving no trace it was ever there.

Likewise, the Ball too retracted its appendages. Unclasping the flat panels from Katarina's skull, they caught on her hair and tugged sharply to loosen themselves, before disappearing into the sphere's interior. Its segmented halves rotating in opposite directions, it rose higher into the air and returned to Orianna's side, orbiting around her in languid circles.

Stomach stained red, the automaton got back up on her feet, at last taking her weight off of the drooling, senseless girl. Katarina's leg stayed in place for a few long seconds before dropping to the ground. The sudden jerk drove the knife in further, and she screamed. Without the Ball rewiring her nervous system, the pain returned, as sharp as the serrated blade buried in her thigh. The sudden agony left the assassin shrieking in confusion, curling up into the fetal position and clutching at her bleeding limb.

"That was a fun game. We should play again." Orianna chirped happily, rising up on her toes and twirling in circles. She bowed extravagantly, like a ballet dancer ending her performance. At the lowest dip, she hesitated. Gears clicked together slowly and servos buzzed, but she didn't move. Her bright eyes dimmed, and her mind raced to determine what was happening. Her movements were suddenly sluggish, and she had difficulty standing up straight. Upon her back, the large key was turning its last, ticking audibly like a clock counting down. She'd been so pre-occupied, so singularly focused, she'd lapsed in keeping herself wound up. Her arms reached back, grasping the key's ringed handle in either hand, only for them to cease functioning. She lifted her head, each movement ticking louder than usual, her mechanical innards struggling to keep her in motion. Mouth agape, Orianna gazed longingly at Katarina. She meant to call out for her aid, but the only sound her voice box made was a wheezing, hissing sigh, crackling before it too died. Orianna's vision dimmed, the world growing dark around her.

'I've been a bad girl.' That final thought ran through her mind as the light faded from her eyes. A loud metal clang marked the point her body hit the ground, whatever magic that sustained her segmented torso failing and causing both halves to fall over.

The forest grew silent, save for the occasional rustling of grass and leaves in the wind. For what felt like ages, Katarina lay there, clutching at her knee and sobbing. Slowly, her own thoughts returned, and she wailed louder as her mind grew whole, realizing what had been done to her, understanding what she'd just been through. Tears soaked her face and muddied the ground, crying until she felt the darkness coming to take hold.

Teeth grit, she opened her bloodshot eyes to take stock of her surroundings. She couldn't pass out, not here, not now. There was no guarantee she'd wake up again if she did. The assassin had suffered too much to give up now. She wouldn't go out like this, raped and hobbled and left to die by a machine that was dumb enough to let its batteries run out. Forcing herself to her hands and knees, she immediately regretted that course of action. The extra pressure only squeezed out more of her precious blood.

Rolling onto her side, Katarina reached for the sharp spike buried in her thigh. Grasping it with both hands, she jerked and pulled, screaming all the while. Even with new pain syphoning away her strength, she remained adamant, tugging and tearing at her own muscle til at last the golden blade came free, along with another gout of sanguinary fluid.

Gasping in pain, she flipped onto her back, arms spread out. The pain was overwhelming, and she felt herself growing dizzy once more. Still, she fought against it. She fought the need to scream and cry, focusing instead on steadying her breathing. The occasional sob or sniffle would sneak out, but she soon found herself breathing evenly again.

With great difficulty, Katarina heaved herself onto her knees again, pushing herself up shakily onto both feet. She had to lean almost all her weight into the left leg, so much so that she was nearly hopping on one foot, but she managed it. Holding a hand to her wound to try and staunch the bloodflow, she slowly limped her way towards Orianna's prone form.

The automaton wasn't deceased, if indeed she ever could be. The closest comparison would be to say she had simply passed out. Reactivating her would be as simple as turning the key, but Katarina had no such intention. Despite her lifeless state, the Ball remained active, circling around her defensively, its one eye trained on Kat even while it spun on its axis.

She hobbled forward as best she could, disregarding the buzzing orb and recollapsing by Orianna's disabled form. There might still be some benefit she could salvage from this whole ordeal. The robot's skirt was still riddled with sharp edges, at least a half a dozen of them, each one like the minute hand of a clock, filed down to a razor's edge. Taking hold of one, she wiggled and tugged, prying at it until it came off with a loud snap.

The sudden, shrill cry of a siren going off nearly made Kat jump. The Ball buzzed and clicked, its own blades jutting outwards and spinning at high speeds as it flew towards her. Diving onto her side, the woman only narrowed evaded the flying buzz saw. It whirled around in a wide arc, coming in for another pass. Thinking fast, she hefted the clock hand in her grip, holding it by three fingers and hurling it at the speedy moving Ball. Despite the unfortunate turn of events, she was still as competent with a knife as ever, striking the sphere's lens with perfect accuracy. Sparks erupted from the fractured glass, a squealing whine ringing outwards from the hovering machine as it careened off into the air, flying erratically before crashing into a tree. The impact shattered its metal casing, and it rained to the ground in pieces.

Amongst the broken wreckage of her tormentor, Katarina spied something familiar, a glint that was more glassy then shiny metal. Wearily, she crawled towards it, hoping to salvage something useful from the broken machine. The grass tinged red, her leg leaving a trail of blood behind her, she drug herself forward fervently. Even if there was just a belt from a small pulley or something that she could use as a bandage, she needed something, anything if she was to make it back to base in one piece. Her vision was growing blurry on her again as she neared the base of the tree. Squinting in an attempt to focus, she rifled through scrap metal, hoping to find something...

Her fingers closed in around a glass container, and her eyes lit up. Could it be? For the first time, Katarina felt genuine hope, as she lifted up a small glass jar, filled with a sparkling red fluid. The way the light reflected off the glass gave it that sharp glint from before. A miracle in a bottle. She recognized the little triangular flask easily. A health potion. Not just one either. Brushing away more scrap, she found four more hidden beneath the fragments. Orianna must have been using the Ball's interior to carry her belongings.

Katarina smiled and wasted no more time. Uncorking the bottle, she tilted her head back and chugged the contents of the flask. Health potions were mystical concoctions. They worked to mend the physiology of any that imbibed them, be they human, yordle, monster, or anything in-between. Even Orianna would find her circuits repaired, her parts welding back into place if she were to take part.

Red, cherry-looking juice dribbled down Kat's chin as she gulped down the sweet, life-sustaining nectar. The effects were slow, but began almost immediately. Severed muscle began knitting itself back together, and the blood loss slowed. Finishing off the small bottle quickly, she tossed it aside and dove for the next one, popping it open and guzzling it quickly. The scratches on her very bone mended, and her muscle tissue finished repairing itself. Downing the whole flask in one continuous gulp, she threw it off into a bush and reached for a third. This time the massive gash in her leg began to seal in on itself, closing up until it was nothing more but one of many shallow cuts. A fourth potion made even these disappear, all her many scratches and bruises vanishing and leaving her body unmarred. Taking a moment to gasp and lick her lips, Katarina reached for the final potion. Repositioning herself to lean back against the tree, she held it to her lips and drank more casually, letting her body relax at last from her ordeal, while her leg finished healing. Slowly sipping the fruity medicine, the colour returned to her features, the magical concoction replacing lost blood. By time the last of the elixir was gone, she felt good as new.

Slowly, she clambered to her shaky feet, testing the strength of her wounded leg. The pain was nothing but an aching memory, and her limb felt good as new. She breathed a sigh of relief and stretched her arms above her head. Now it was time to arm herself.

Returning to Orianna's disabled body, she set about disassembling the rest of her skirt, prying off one sharp edge at a time. Along with the other two, that gave her six in total. That was only a fraction of the number of knives she preferred to keep on her person at all times, but it certainly beat being defenceless. Besides, it wasn't like she had much place to keep them at the moment. She slipped a pair each just inside of her spike-studded boots, feeling them rub uncomfortably against her shins. Still, it wasn't like this was the first time she'd had to hide some knives in an awkward spot. The last two she kept tightly in her hands, ready to stab the life out of the first person to cross her.

Now there was just Orianna herself to deal with. Kat glowered down at the non-functional robot. For what she did to her, she was prepared to tear her apart piece by piece. But what was the fun in getting revenge on a hated enemy if she wouldn't even feel it? Kneeling down, she drug the tip of a blade across Orianna's still cheek, contemplated whether to shove it into her glassy eye just out of spite.

A sudden rustling in the trees caught her attention before she could come to a decision. Not too far off in the distance, she heard a loud creak and a groan, followed by a booming thud. The sound repeated itself a few moments later, only louder, and closer. Something was coming her way. Something big. And whatever it was, she was certain she didn't still want to be around when it got here.

Abandoning Orianna to her fate, she fled into the forest once more, ready now for anyone else who might want a piece of her on her way back to base.

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It was only a few minutes later that the tree the Ball had collided with came crashing down, flattening what hope there was for it to be repaired with a deafening roar. A massive shadow was cast over Orianna's body, the sparkling metals and alluring smell of Katarina's blood drawing the attention of some gargantuan beast. Fierce yellow eyes gazed down upon her, and a three taloned claw reached down to grasp hold. Lifting her up, her limbs dangled limply, the sturdy android looking positively frail in the grip of such an enormous beast.

There was a flash of teeth. An enormous jaw gaped. Then came the sound of tearing metal, steel scraping against steel. Oil sprayed and gushed in every direction as Orianna's body was rent and torn apart, consumed amongst a gnashing of teeth. The shadow of the beast seemed to loom larger as it feasted. Caring not what it devoured, whether it be alive or dead, organic or metal.

Over the terrifying sounds of its ravenous appetite, a refined voice spoke joyfully. “Nom nom nom nom nom...”

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It felt like an eternity, but at last Katarina found her way out of the forest. Sadly, she did not stumble onto the road as she had hoped, but rather, she had found herself back along the bank of the river, albeit further upstream than before. Still, it was an opportunity to wash off all the drying blood she was caked with, so she wasn't going to complain.

It didn't take her long to clean herself up, not wanting to risk taking too much time lest somebody catch her again. In a short time, she was off once more, following the river's flow until at very long last, it led her back to the road. Stumbling through the bushes and tall reeds, she emerged onto the beaten path, dripping wet and naked save for her boots and Orianna's sharp spikes in her mitts.

At the same time, just across on the other side of the road, LeBlanc stumbled out of the bushes as well, equally nude, with just her pointy, ornate shoes, her staff and crown. Both women stopped and stared, wide eyed and dumbfounded. Her face flushed with shame, it took Katarina a moment to realize LeBlanc was in the same predicament as her, so preoccupied with her own misfortune. She smiled, the prospect that LeBlanc might have suffered the same indignations filling her heart with hope, that at last she may have found a comrade to assist her.

LeBlanc's eyes shone with a malicious light, and her lips curled into a crooked half-smile. Whereas Katarina viewed her as aid, she looked upon the assassin like a predator sizing up prey. “Hey Kat,” she sneered, and the red-head grew suddenly wary. “Been having fun?”