Chapter 12 - Katarina and Cassiopeia - A Typical Evening

The lawless and vile city-state Noxus sprawled over the countryside like a sleeping giant: Massive, hungry, and utterly crushing everything that lay below it. The political district was built on sloped ground, which slowly increased its gradient towards the middle, a large hill, not quite enough to be a mountain but usually referred to as one anyway, constituted of dark, cragged rock and tufts of yellow grass. On the mountain was the capital, the Immortal Bastion. Once, Swain held power. But Katarina grew tired of his brand of law, and it ended with a knife buried in the dark mage's throat.
 
Noxus had gotten blacker since then. Where laws or ancient agreements once stood, old hatreds and rivalries boiled to the forefront. Public vandalism was on the rise, declaring the High Command to be corrupt (as if that was news), and even defacing Darius and Sion’s grand monuments. The sisters cared not, their vengeance had been served, the bird-man was rotting at the bottom of some greasy pit among the rest of the carrion, chewed at by Zaun’s mutated rats.
 
Few knew that the Immortal Bastion was built by Mordekaiser thousands of years previous, and although he had been ousted and buried, the necromancer’s dark will still influenced the land, which was precisely why Noxus was so thoughtlessly evil. The castle that stood on that mountain was occupied by the sisters now, and they weaved their own brand of villainy from its position of military and political height. Rather than the violence that flowed through the city’s veins in the Master Tactician’s time, du Couteau’s Noxus was sustained by debauchery. No less a corruption of the human condition than violence, but one altogether more pleasant, at least for the sisters. Filthy, debauched sex, drugged-up orgies in grimy alleyways, and a nervous, almost feverish heat burning in the hearts of the masses. This mindset was embraced no more fully than by the du Couteaus themselves, who soon became drunk on wild, filthy, depraved sex. 
 
Katarina’s focus, her passion, was the mixing of violence and sex, the best of both worlds. Or in her words, blood for Noxus. Kidnapping, enslavement, torture and toilet-play were forefront on her mind, desperate to inflict herself as roughly as she could on whoever she could. She was as tall and lithe as ever, and naturally, was hung down to her knees.
 
Cassiopeia was less vicious, but no less murderous. Three feet of gorgeous, sly seductress and twenty-five feet of writhing, muscled snake, the Serpent’s Embrace exemplified her title. Known as the Queen of Noxus, those who were most onboard with the new leadership flocked to her, while those set in Swainish ways tended to exemplify Katarina. Cassie had been a courtesan before, and luckily for her, the transformation did not hinder her. Her scales began right where her legs would be, right under her ass and groin, leaving those parts mostly human, with one specific change. Like her sister she’d been born a shemale, but now her genitalia had a snakelike quality, namely, that she had two, that would slide in and out of a small wet pouch below her navel that looked quite like a woman’s vulva. Pink and puffy, it certainly attracted a male gaze, but when she got aroused, her cocks would harden and push free of the fleshy chamber. The sheathe itself was filthy on the inside, because it acted as a sort of foreskin, which meant that her human-shaped cocks lacked foreskin, giving them a very attractive pink, fleshy color, but also made it incredibly difficult to wash inside. They were thick, too thick, more than most women would take in their life (and she frequently forced both of them into the pitiful broad at once), but thankfully her sheathe naturally produced a thick slime that coated her cocks, leaving them sugary and wet, a kind of self-lubrication to enhance her ability to pound girls senseless. Her balls slid out alongside her cocks, equally pink and tender, and coated in drippy slime. Plenty of cum in those balls, while her eggs were stored internally.
 
The ‘biggest’ change was internal. Since Cassiopeia was now almost thirty feet long, her heart, lungs, and many other organs had to be enlarged to support her body, especially her circulatory system. As such, even though she retained her previous good looks, it was impossible to look upon even her human parts and call her entirely human. She was huge, particularly in her fat, jiggling chest, but simply all over. She was simply thicker, wider, with broad shoulders and a huge head complete with glistening, hypnotic eyes. The scent of sex hung like a dank cloud around her at all times, and the effort it cost to wash her massive body was usually too much for her to care. Cassie stank, enough to turn your head. A thick breeding-musk mixed with a dirty body, particularly her scales. Uniquely, her scales were soft near the top and for a few feet, quite smooth and easy to touch. They only hardened down below where her tail narrowed somewhat, to facilitate easy motion. Humorously, this usually meant she scuffed up any wooden floor she happened to slither on, and as such the High Command was an ideal place to leisure, being a stone fortress. 
 
As the conditions in Noxus grew ever worse, the sisters’ pleasures grew until stories of their orgies were grander than their victories at the defunct League. 
 
 
 
 
"The muse is in town," Katarina drawled, slowly guiding a teary-eyed Noxian girl up and down her cock. She was occupied mostly with reading the news, less-so with the appalling blowjob she was receiving. She could barely get it into her throat. "You are worthless," Katarina growled, wrapping her thigh around the girl's head and pulling her inwards, forcing her unwashed cock straight past her uvula. The girl gagged and retched, her stomach undulating as her body tried to throw up, but with Kat's cock firmly lodged in her throat, she didn't have the muscle control to do it. Instead she knelt, in distress, and neither of the sisters would even look her in the eye. She squirmed and quivered, tears leaking down her cheeks, saliva coating her lips and dripping down her jaw. Her arms were tied behind her back, ensuring she couldn't do anything to fight it. "Seriously, could you be any lazier?" she barked, giving the slave a firm slap that made her choke again, as Katarina tightened the grip of her leg and forced her thick cock down to the base. A blade glinted evilly from the top of the couch where Kat had stuck it, ripping the fabric. She probably wouldn't use it, but the threat was enough to make the girl start to move back and forth on her own, still sobbing, gurgling wetly around cock, blinking tears away in pain.
 
"Just get rid of her," Cassiopeia said lazily, dropping a grape into her mouth. She was stretched out on a chaise lounge, with her tail firmly wrapped around a sturdy oak leg. "I'd rather look at her pretty corpse than listen to you complain any longer." She reached out and took another grape from the slave-girl standing before her. Her cunt was completely filled with grapes, including her womb, and was doing her best to clench down her pussy to not let any of them dribble out. Cassiopeia got to feast on sex-soaked grapes, and the girl got a little tightness lessons. Of course, it didn't help that there was a one-pound weight attached to each of her nipple rings, painfully tugging on her breasts and making her squirm. Her tits were huge already, Cassiopeia liked them that way. Her back ached. She wasn't allowed to wear any clothing, let alone a bra. Her clit was pierced too, to ensure she wouldn't get too much pleasure from sex. Tiny golden chains connected her clit-ring to her nipple piercings, but the chains were too short, and ensured that if she sat up straight, it would tug on her most sensitive parts. Her arms were firmly tied behind her back so she couldn't cheat to keep her cunt closed. Cassie's grinding teeth crunched down into a sweet, juicy grape. "What good's a worthless slave?"
 
"She's sort of cute, I guess," Katarina sighed, again without even looking at her. "I was hoping she'd do better." She reached up, stretching her arms above her head. "Do you want her? It would be kind of a waste just to slit her throat like the last five." The slave screamed and tried to pull away from the cock, but Katarina grabbed the knife and pressed it against the back of her neck to stop her from going any farther. "Hold still. Daddy is talking," she whispered. "Don't be a brat."
 
Cassiopeia groaned. "Thank fuck. I'm starving."
 
"How can you possibly be starving!?" Katarina snapped, reaching forward and grabbing her ankle, tugging it towards her, locking the slave in place against her cock. She jittered and choked, passing out, her fingers turning blue. "You ate an entire roast pig last night."
 
"Nice appetizer," the lamia said, picking her teeth with a long finger. "Filling, for sure. Not empty calories. But this big body takes a lot of juice. Arrrhhhh. Fine…" She groaned as she slowly slid off the couch, pushing the grape-slave aside. "I'll come over there, but just because I like ya."
 
Katarina smiled winningly, and set aside the newspaper. Cassiopeia slithered forwards, swaying her hips in obvious seduction, before leaning forwards and pressing their bodies together, wrapping her arms around her sister's neck. They stared into each other's eyes for a moment, Katarina's green eyes staring up into Cassiopeia's glowing-yellow ones, cascading with magic. Cassie's head was huge, of course, and she didn't need to go far to nuzzle their noses together, slowly wrapping her tail around the ankle of the slavegirl who would be her meal. "You know I like it when people feed me," she murmured, brushing their lips together as she spoke. Katarina rolled her eyes and wrapped her arms around Cassie's neck, pulling her in for a deep, hot kiss. Cassiopeia cooed, a shiver running down her body as she gladly shared in the passionate incest, her cocks throbbing dully beneath her skin. They made out for a few moments, sharing in the warmth of each other's bodies, but Cassiopeia's animalistic lust overcame her before long. She unfurled her tongue, shoving inch after inch into Katarina's mouth. The sinister blade simply tilted her head back and opened her mouth nice and wide so her sister could rape her mouth, stuffing her cheeks with tongue, utterly dominating the kiss, flattening Kat's tongue against the floor. Katarina was happy to simply endure the kiss, feeling her tongue get wrapped-up by her sisters, as the snake drooled heavily into her mouth. Her venom was a potent aphrodisiac capable of making even the most virgin princess drop to her knees in a moment, so it was no surprise that her saliva was powerful too. Katarina's cock grew hard once again, still lodged in the slavegirl's throat, and a river of precum spilled from her tip as they made out, hot and horny.
 
"Enough—" Katarina gurgled, overwhelmed, pushing her sister away. Cassiopeia's eyes opened and for a moment they appeared as vertical slits, but with a single blink they returned to human shape. "Eat her instead of eating my face." She sank her fingers into Cassie's huge, soft chest, and grinned in amusement. She put her boot-heel into the slave's face and roughly pushed her off, her cock wrenching free from her stretched and abused throat with a disgusting Schhhhhppt. Instantly the slave fell onto her back, not moving.
 
The lamia pulled away, and reared up to her full, fearsome height. About eight feet, with plenty of tail left behind her. She cracked her head left, then right, and rolled her shoulders around fully. "Kay," she said, looking down at the slave, blue in the face from lack of oxygen. "She'd better start moving again. Snakes don't swallow dead things."
 
"Get on with it…" Katarina drawled, jerking herself off lazily. "I love to watch." Her huge, firm cock was absolutely throbbing in her fingertips thanks to Cassie's saliva. She kicked the slave in the ribs, which seemed to jump-start her body, and suddenly she started coughing and hacking, rolling onto her stomach and puking up her guts, figuratively speaking. All that was coming up was Katarina's thick cum; her virility was as thick as wet cement.
 
Cassie didn't wait for her to recover, though. With the speed of a striking scorpion, the snake hoisted the girl by the ankle she'd grabbed earlier, and dangled her into biting range. She snatched her leg with her hand, letting her tail get back to keeping her balanced up. "Watch…" Cassie cooed, drawing the screaming, crying, begging slave above her head. Her mouth opened, and with a clack, her jaw unhinged. It looked positively inhuman and utterly terrifying, like something from a horror movie come alive. Past her pink lips was nothing but a yawning, pink-black saliva-glistening pit that gurgled meaningfully.
 
"Please don't!" she screamed, but Cassiopeia just laughed evilly and dropped the hapless sex-slave into her gullet with a wet noise like a cleaver whacking into raw meat. Her throat utterly enveloped her, with only the girl's slim legs sticking out of her mouth, with a heavily-abused pussy between them—Katarina had whipped it raw. Cassie's throat was dark and slimy, and it was ultimately the girl's own weight that pulled her down to her doom, sliding down the slick, muscular walls inexorably. She screamed the whole way down, holding out her hands and trying to grip onto it, but it was far too gooey and warm. Cassiopeia put her head back and slurped up her legs like noodles, pressing her fingers to her neck and swallowing repeatedly. Her powerful throat-muscles collapsed around the poor girl, squeezing her powerfully, helping her on her way. Her throat rippled downwards with every gulp, pulling another few inches, until finally her toes disappeared. Cassiopeia smiled cheekily at her sister, with the bulge of a squirming human woman still quite visible in her neck, kicking and punching. "Calm down," she growled, reaching into her mouth and pushing her down one last time, which proved to be the final push needed. The girl splashed into her stomach, now nothing more than a big, round, healthy bulge on Cassie's belly. "Buuuuuuurp," she covered her mouth with her hand, then grabbed her jaw and twisted it back into place with a rough crack. "Excuse me. That was good," she laughed, rubbing her hands over her stomach in bliss. "Not full… but satisfied, I suppose." She belched again, her stomach visibly wiggling as the once-girl was rapidly digested.
 
"God. Fuck. That's so hot. Eat the other one too," Katarina said cruelly, staring at Cassiopeia with her naughtiest bedroom-eyes. She was still jerking off like crazy, and pressed the tip of her finger against her bottom lip naughtily. "I said I love to watch... Well now I want to see you swallow your grape-slave too."
 
"No… please…" the other girl stammered, stepping backwards as the snake reared in her direction. "I've been good. I've done e-everything you told me to…" and it was true. Her body was covered in cum, and red scratch marks from Cassie's claws.
 
"You want me to eat this bitch too? I dunno, I'm pretty full," Cassie said, pressing both palms against her stomach. Already it was shrinking. "Wait." She held up her finger and closed her eyes. With a wet gurgle, something flushed inside her, and her toned belly returned as the partially-digested meal made its way into her bowels. Already nothing was left of the other slave except waste. She opened her eyes again and stared at the grape-girl with hunger in her eyes, slavering, panting with hunger. "Yeah, I can do seconds. Hold still, cunt."
 
The slave screamed, turning to run.
 
That's as far as she got before Cassie pounced on her, pinning her to the floor under hundreds of pounds of muscled snake. Bones broke with a wicked crack. "Soooo hungry," Cassie moaned, panting, chest heaving. She was insanely aroused by now. Her twin cocks pushed free of the sheathe with an explosion of sweat and fucksludge. She rested her huge breasts on the slave-girl's head, cooing motherishly, stroking her golden-blonde hair. The girl screamed and writhed, unable to fight herself free of the supernaturally-powerful grip of the beast. Her mouth was filled with a nipple. Her nostrils were plugged with soft breastflesh. Slowly she suffocated, her face turning blue while her desperate jerking slowed and softened to the occasional twitch and spasm.
 
She stopped struggling after a while. Not dead, but very faint. Cassiopeia slithered down to her legs and gave Katarina a sluttish grin. "You want me to eat her, don't you?" she purred, running her hands all over the slave's flawless ivory skin. "This gorgeous little fuckpuppet… How long has she been serving us? Three months? And to think you want all of this meat to go to waste feeding me." 
 
"Fuuuckk," Katarina groaned, clenching her teeth. Her powerful cock was spilling onto her hands. "End her. Use her like fuckin' meat. She's worthless trash. Fuck her up, Cassie. Eat her alive…" she was starting to peak even now. 
 
Cassiopeia smiled lasciviously, her eyes glowing yellow, and opened her mouth. Her tongue began to spool downwards inch by slimy inch, snaking along the ground like it had a mind of its own. Slowly it curled upwards, and smoothly wrapped around the unconscious girl's legs. Over and over and over again, encircling them a dozen times or more, with spit dripping from the lowest points of her tongue. She batted her eyelashes at Katarina, who had to look away just to keep from cumming. "Fuckin' don't do that," she laughed, snorting, almost losing the mood. It was just so funny to see her sister play coy. 
 
Cassie reached up and unhinged her jaw, opening her mouth nice and wide as she prepared for the second course. Katarina groaned and stood up, walking over, still masturbating furiously, her chest heaving with her labored breaths. Huge amounts of precum was spilling from her tip like a waterfall. "Goddamn," she swore, beads of sweat dripping down her trembling balls. "Feels better than stabbing…"
 
"Liar," Cassie mumbled. It was hard to speak without moving her jaw. She closed her eyes and leaned in, wrapping her lips easily around the girl's feet and beginning to slide her down her throat, moaning hotly as she did. Getting a mouthful of the girl's scent and taste. With how needy her cocks were getting, she could have happily fucked a knothole in a tree. It was easy going. Her lips stretched and her jaw wiggled easily to allow the massive insertion.
 
"Cass, I'm gonna…" Katarina whined, starting to jerk herself off as hard as she could as she hit her peak. "Ah!" It was a girlish shriek of delight. Cum gushed from her enormous manhood in strand after sticky strand, coating the soon-to-be-food in slimy muck. Her balls gurgled wetly and she threw her head back in an orgasmic moan, milking herself to completion over the slave's comatose body. Every bolt shot from her cock landed with a splash on the girl's flawless skin, giving it a coat of white paint that was far too thick to drip down the sides. It stayed right where it landed, a hundred ropes of gluey cum that clung to her skin hard enough she'd need a towel to get it all off. 
 
That was what Cassiopeia was waiting for. With her meal basted with her sister's incredibly slimy fucksludge, she stretched her throat wide and engulfed the poor slave, foot by foot. Cassie grabbed her around the waist and pulled her bodily into her mouth, moaning all the while, getting high off Katarina's scent. Thighs, hips, waist all disappeared into her gaping maw, instantly coated by her throatslop and creating the ultimate lubricant. Cassiopeia whined in need, sliding her cocks against the ground, almost fucking the floor, creating two huge puddles of arousal beneath her. The girl disappeared faster than you could imagine. Cassie's lips wrapped around her huge, supple breasts and then they were gone. Then her shoulders, then her head. She closed her mouth and re-hinged her jaw, swallowing loudly with a huge gulp! that Katarina could practically feel. More gulping, repeatedly swallowing to urge her slimy little meal into her stomach. At least she was unconscious. Tiny cilia on Cassie's throat brushed her down, like a billion little tentacles making love to her body, squeezing her tightly. Her throat totally wrapped around her, in a distinctly hourglass shape, squeezing down on her breasts and her thighs and soaking them in saliva. "Tastessssooo good…" she hissed, lifting herself back into the air and letting gravity do the rest. Katarina watched in awe as the hourglass bulge slipped down her throat and disappeared into her stomach, nothing now but a hefty belly and even that, too, would soon be gone.
 
"Sister," Cassie panted, her cocks practically firing off already without even being touched. "I need you. I need you so bad."
 
"I'm yours," Katarina moaned, feeling her mouth grow wet. A chance to slobber on Cassie’s filthy cocks was a joy beyond any other. Sinking to her knees and opening her mouth wide, her crimson hair framing her gorgeous face, Katarina let her tongue loll out to provide a landing strip for the ferocious twin fucktools.
 
Her lamia sister slithered forward, and pressed her iron-hard cocks against her face. Katarina looked like a diva at that moment, with her green eyes peering up at Cassie and her lips set into a porn-star pout. She gave the upper prick a long smooch halfway down the shaft, leaving a mouth-shaped smear in her cockslime, then ducked lower and wrapped her soft lips around the lower cock. The erection throbbed in her mouth, she couldn’t stop herself from jerking herself silly while she slurped and licked. Thick cockslime built up in her mouth, on her teeth, in her gums, under her tongue. It tasted foul but Katarina was addicted. She worked her lips expertly, opening and closing, smooching and sucking at the fat cockhead she was charged to service. “God,” Cassie hissed, feeling veins stand out of her painfully-hard meat. “Just get it in there!”
 
“You got to tease me… Now I get to tease you… If only a little,” Katarina cooed, debasing herself, shoving her nostrils against Cassie’s dripping cock and taking a deep breath, snorting her slime into her nostrils and lighting her brain on fire. “Uuuwa.” That was the only sound she managed to make before she wrapped her lips around the upper cock again, working her mouth, wetly and messily making out with Cassie’s cockhead. With every passing second, her lips grew more filthy as fresh cum was pumped out of her sister’s fat cock. She swallowed it greedily, licking at Cassie’s urethra while briefly fingering her own, slipping her finger down to the second knuckle in her cockhole. It felt absolutely amazing in this crazed state.
 
Katarina continued to tease, sliding her tongue over her slit while giggling gently, fingering herself. Her balls were pumping out cum around her finger, making a complete mess, but not even close to as messy as her face. Her spit-soaked, sloppy make-out had rendered her jaw completely coated with thick, drippy sludge. “I can’t wait any more!” Cassiopeia growled, wrapping her hands around Katarina’s head and forcing her down onto both of her cocks, ramming them into her mouth and up against the top of her throat. “I need it! Now!”
 
Katarina felt herself melt. There was only one person in the world she was sexually submissive for, and it was her darling sister. She moaned weakly as her jaw was roughly pried apart and her throat made to stretch. Her head was forced back, her mouth wide open as the twin pythons slammed home in her throat with a wet glurk and a sensation that made Katarina squirt onto her hand. Another whorish moan as Cassiopeia started to fuck her, hilting her enormous cocks in the redhead’s mouth, slapping her slimy-wet balls against her chin. Katarina could only close her eyes and wait out the brutal sex. Cassie mated like a fucking animal, just like Kat liked it. 
 
Cockslime bubbled from her lips. It sloughed off in huge quantities against Kat’s lips, adding to the ring of glistening goo around her mouth and drooling down her face, splattering into her cleavage. She gave her chest a little shake, not much else she could do aside from grope Cassie’s nuts, and right now she was more concerned with getting herself off.
 
And Cassiopeia, in turn, was concerned only with her own pleasure, and fucked her brutally. A sadistic grin spread across her face as she raped her sister’s throat, plumbing the depths and even pushing into her stomach. Gouts of hot cum erupted from her cockslits with every heartbeat, the pressure in her balls driven up high enough to force some out, and every time they did, there was a wet splat in Katarina’s stomach as fresh cum slammed into a bowl of old cum, Katarina’s breakfast, graciously milked from the lamia's overproductive ballsack. 
 
Cassiopeia didn’t have to wait long. She’d been edging for an hour before she even started swallowing those two worthless bitches. She belched loudly, and tasted… “Grapes? Why do I taste grapes…? Oh yeah, that slave had a bunch of grapes in her cunt, didn’t she? That’s adorable,” she cackled, grabbing fistfuls of Katarina’s hair and pounding her mouth. “Finally not so hungry anymore. Maybe nobody more will need to die tonight to get us off, mmm?” she teased, rubbing Kat’s cock with her tail.
 
“Maybe,” Kat thought, the only coherent word that managed to penetrate her hazy consciousness. She was getting seriously drunk with cocklust even though her mouth was aching and her jaw was stretching horribly to accommodate both of Cassie’s fat pricks. She closed her eyes and whined again, feeling herself cum, squirting her third load messily onto her scales.
 
“C-Cumming,” Cass warned, her thrusts becoming slow but massively more powerful. All the way in, all the way out, with lengthy pauses between. “C-can feel it…” she shuddered, all through her body. Her eyes closed, and when they opened again, they were snakelike vertical slits. “Ssssss.” She looked down, saw the slut slobbering on her nuts, and grinned. “Sssss!” She forced her cocks down to the base, planting her balls on Kat’s lips and holding them there while she came. “Ssssss!”
 
Jets of Cassie’s warm spunk erupted into Kat’s stomach, but that wasn’t the worst of it. The redhead shivered as she felt her sister’s enormous cocks start to bulge, as eggs were forced down her twin urethrae. Each egg was green, slimy, and about an inch in diameter. They stretched her cocks painfully, so painfully that her human consciousness retreated into a corner and her body was completely overcome by the snake. It mated with her mouth, humping only very slightly, her cocks screaming in hideous pain as huge eggs oozed from the tips. Her cockslits both gaped hugely when an egg arrived, splattering into Katarina’s belly accompanied by a huge burst of tar-thick cum. Cassie’s seed wasn’t meant to impregnate, it was simply a glue to bind the eggs to the walls of her victim. Shot into Katarina’s stomach, they would dissolve in a matter of hours. Emptied into any other hole, they would incubate.
 
Cassie was coming down. Katarina could feel it. She started to wipe the fuckslop from her tits and her neck, while humanity returned to the lamia. She pulled her aching, cum-soaked cocks free from her sister’s throat. Both of them were completely deflated from the effort of oviposition. “Sorry,” she said bashfully, rubbing the back of her head.
 
Katarina opened her mouth to respond, but a wave of disgust washed over her, as it always did when Cassie planted eggs in her stomach. She rolled onto her belly and puked, a wave of fresh cum blasting from her parted lips, soaking the floor and her arms. She puked repeatedly, five or six times, before falling to her back, panting heavily. “Don’t worry,” she spoke, barely breathing. “I love it. I love you.”
 
“While you’re asleep, I’m going to fuck your asshole open,” Cassiopeia teased, giving her sister a quick masturbatory motion with her hand.
 
“Don’t care. I’ll be asleep. Have fun,” Kat said faintly, and passed out from the pain of three dozen squirming lamia eggs implanted in her belly, plus a healthy few gallons of cum she hadn’t managed to vomit up. She didn’t know if Cassie was joking. She truly didn’t care. She was spent.
 
 
 
 

