Chapter 6 - A quick rebound to the other side (Katarina)

A week had passed since Quinn threw him out on his ass, and the sharp pain in Sett’s chest dulled into a longing ache. He thought he’d found love, only for her to ruin him so utterly. Not that I blame her, Sett thought. He didn’t have much else to do or think about for the week except replaying his conversations with her in his head. I was too forward, too direct. Of course she’d be weirded out by a confession of undying love less than a day after meeting. And by an outsider like me, no less. 


His head mostly cleared, he could objectively analyze his mistakes. There would be plenty more opportunities in his life and as long as he was learning, everything would work out eventually. What was it his trainer once said? I never lose. I win, or I learn. You only lose if you fail to learn. But cliche motivational quotes don’t dull the pain of fucking up and losing someone like that. That pain would only go away with time and Sett couldn’t wait for that time to pass. 


Sitting in a trade caravan, in the back of a horse-drawn wagon he had sneaked into, there was nothing else to do but reflect, and Sett had plenty of time to become his own philosopher and life coach. The trip to Ionia would be a long one. Maybe he would be able to learn something from his Vastayan brethren. And so he continued thinking, reflecting on his failures as the cart ate up miles of dirt road.


It wasn’t that simple, of course. The caravan was barely a few hours out of Demacia when panicked shouts came from the drivers. The sounds of loud galloping from heavy horses overwhelmed the squeaking wagon wheels, as well as ear-splitting grinding of metal. Screams from the drivers, the panicked whinnying of horses all created a cacophony of chaos. More noises of crashing metal, the cart speeding up...


Shit! Someone’s attacking the caravan! Sett barely had time to pull himself further into the wagon before the entire vehicle suddenly flipped violently, his head bashing into the crates he was hidden among. The wagon came to a grinding halt, and Sett’s vision blurred, before going black.


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When Sett came to, his head throbbing, he blinked the dust out of his eyes and tried to stand up. 


“Whoa there, mate. You got rocked pretty badly in the crash,” a voice behind him warned. 


Sett turned around to see a soldier, clearly Noxian from his armour. Dimly, he also realized his hands were tied behind him, tight enough to keep him shackled, but not enough to be cutting off circulation, curiously enough. Noxians weren’t known for treating prisoners well. 


“So you’re Vastayan, huh?” he gestured at his ears. His sword hung from his belt and a shield strapped to his back, clearly relaxed. “Not a Demacian then, I assume?”


Sett looked around. “Half. And no, I’m not.” About two dozen similarly armed Noxian soldiers milled about, loading some of the crashed caravan’s contents onto their own, burning the rest. A few more kept the kneeling caravan drivers at spear-point, and Sett gulped as he realized the handful of Demacian guards were nowhere to be seen. “I’m technically a Noxian. Retired pit fighter, fought under Coker White. You ever heard of him?”


“Huh, I actually have. I was a pretty die-hard pit fighting fan too, but that was years ago.” The soldier grinned. “Fighters all have a tattoo of their first promotion, but you already knew this, right?”


“You know the fight game well, I see. Always nice to meet a fan.” Sett turned around and leaned back. “It’s just under my neck, here.”


The soldier tilted his head, catching a glimpse of Sett’s promotional tattoo under the collar of his shirt. “Yeah, that checks out. Once the commander comes by, I’ll get you the OK and cut you free.” The soldier’s expression turned sheepish all of a sudden. “Damn, I finally get to meet a pit fighter and I can’t even offer you a horse or something. And the nearest town’s a good four hours walk away.”


“Hey, I’m just happy to be alive,” Sett chuckled. “What, you want an autograph for your kids?”


“Making friends again, are we?” A cutting, female voice interrupted their conversation. Sett could feel the dangerous edge from just five words, and the hairs on the back of his neck stood up in a chill. 


“Commander!” the soldier barked, snapping to attention.


Sett turned to the commander and nearly couldn’t believe his eyes. He knew about female commanders in the Noxian military, but they were quite rare and he certainly wasn’t expecting one here. And most definitely not one to look like this. Her bright red hair, long, straight, and flowing down her back. Dressed in a sleek black jacket with plenty of cleavage exposed and a bare midriff, hardly appropriate for a military commander. Similarly, her pants had to be uncomfortably tight, clinging to her thick thighs and accentuating her lovely hips, exposing a sexy and tasteful bit of ankle. All in all, she looked more like a woman you’d find smoking in a biker gang, not elite military. The knives hanging on her hips and shins were plenty reason to keep one’s opinion to themselves though. 


“At ease,” she spoke, and Sett felt drawn to her lips, full and red, contrasting with her sharp, green eyes beautifully. Her face gorgeous and surprisingly soft-looking, despite the vicious scar over her left eye and he gave a side-eye glance at the soldier, wondering how he could stand having such a beauty of a commander around at all times. The soldier betrayed nothing, his certainly well-practiced professional behaviour displaying his incredible self-control.


“Commander Du Couteau, we found him in the back of one of the caravan wagons. A stowaway, not Demacian. In fact he appears to be a Noxian, or at least, be from a Noxus-adjacent territory, from the tattoo on his back,” he reported. “I believe he is of little threat to our operations here.”


Katarina nodded curtly, reaching behind Sett and cutting his bindings, before turning towards the soldier. “I’ll handle him from here. Good work, you’re dismissed.”


Once the soldier was out of earshot Katarina shook her head. “Idiot. Anyone can get a tattoo. But that’s a level of cunning far beyond foot soldiers, I’m afraid.” She turned towards Sett. “Relax, I know Demacians would never work with a Vastayan.”


“Half,” Sett corrected again, rubbing his wrists. “But close enough.”


“A shame,” Katarina sighed, before gazing right into his eyes. Her piercing green orbs unblinkingly burning into his soul. Katarina stepped forwards. Sett stepped back. “I was hoping to see if the stereotypes were true.”


“Uh ... what stereotypes?” Sett felt conflicted, easily sniffing out Katarina’s arousal and felt himself getting similarly aroused. A week ago, he’d already have his cock out and be pouncing on her, ready to mate. On the one hand, his loins burned with desire, wanting nothing more than to peel off this slut’s too-tight pants and just ruin her wettening holes. But on the other hand ... what the fuck am I thinking? What, I’m saving myself for some Demacian bitch that told me to fuck off? This shouldn’t even be a fucking choice.


“Oh, you know. Vastayan men all being gorgeous studs with huge cocks that can make an ordinary human girl cum her brains out effortlessly,” she whispered sultrily, again taking a step forwards. “Again and again, enough stamina to last all night long. If you can keep up with me, that is.


Who knows, maybe she’s the one...


Re-engaged, his decision made, head buzzing with lust that clouded his judgment, Sett stepped forwards as well. “I’m Sett, by the way. Just so you know what name to scream later.”


Katarina matched him tit-for-tat, leaning in and pressing her voluminous chest against him. “And I’m Katarina. Just so you know what name to beg to later.”


“I don’t beg to anyone,” Sett growled. Except ... fuck! Can I just get the fuck over her already?! He shook his head before aggressively posturing forwards, reaching around and squeezing her her round ass through her tight pants. 


“That’s hot,” she husked, breathing heavily before pushing him away gently. “You’re fulfilling half the stereotype already. My pussy’s practically dripping for you. But if the men see you touching me, I can’t stop your head from going on a pike.” She turned away, swaying her hips seductively as she walked. “We have a camp set up not too far from here. I took the cabin for myself, so once we get to my private quarters,” she turned her head and winked. “... you can show me what you’re made of.”


Sett shook his head slightly, clearing his thoughts before following her. Fuck, maybe this’ll do me some good...


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“FUCK! Y-YOU’RE SO FUCKING BIG! YOU FUCKING BEAST!” Katarina shrieked, her composed, always-in-control act shattered by Sett’s cock pounding upwards into her sopping cunt. He held in her in a tight full nelson, arms running all the way up from her thighs, pinning her arms, up to the back of her neck, folding her like a lawn chair, giving himself easy access to her warm hole. “YES! J-JUST LIKE THAT! FUCK ME! RUIN MY SLUTTY PUSSY!” 


Kat was not a light woman, with plenty of delicious flesh in all the right places, but Sett hoisted her perfect figure up and down effortlessly, filling her cunt and stretching her open with each heavy slam. Being folded in half made it hard to breathe, hard to get enough air to voice her pleasures but it was too good to hold in. She had tried to stay quiet at first, but Sett was just too big and too good. She’d started off their night somewhat in control, forcing him onto the bed and intending to go for a ride on her new toy. Sett had other ideas, locking her into such a submissive position as soon as she let her guard down. And now, her fleshy ass clapped and ground into his hips as he fucked her, the heat burning in her core too much, overwhelming her with incredible pleasure.


Sett fucked into her hard, not fast, but hard and deliberate, enjoying the wet and snug fit, her velvety love petals squeezing his cock, her walls clenching just as hard against the oversized invader. Katarina’s body tingled each time she was filled, bring her closer and closer to heady orgasm. Her eyes rolled in their sockets, tongue hanging out, a perfect image of a slut getting exactly what she wanted. While Sett couldn’t see her face or expression, he could see her toes curling, arms twitching, feel her body reacting to the blissful fucking, encouraging him to go even harder.


“Your body’s amazing,” Sett grunted, breathing hard in exertion. “N-never had anyone like it...”


Having recovered somewhat from the initial surprise of Sett’s cock, Katarina was able to choke out a somewhat deliberate response. “Y-you’re not so bad yourself...”


“So I’ve been told,” Sett grinned. He flexed his biceps, squeezing her even harder from the sides, feeling her smooth skin, her soft flesh sink in from the pressure, enjoying her heavy moans as she trembled in delight. Her ass flattened before his assault, loudly clapping her fleshy rear mercilessly as he pounded her like a piston, endless stamina and strength manhandling the smaller woman like she was nothing. He also adjusted his grip, grabbing a fistful of her bright crimson hair, roughly yanking her head to the side. Kat let out a groan from being so thoroughly manhandled, so completely without control of the situation. “You’re so flexible too,” he whispered harshly. “If only your men could see you now ... bent over three different ways and losing your mind on my dick ...”


“It’s not fair,” Katarina whined. “You could enslave any girl with that dick ... no one could resist it ...”


“Some can. But you’re too much of a whore for that,” he mocked, giving her hair another rough tug, prompting another cry of bliss. “Aren’t you, you little minx?” he egged her on. “Say it!”


“I-I’m a whore! But just for you! I’m a filthy slut for your cock!” Kat blabbed, losing more and more of her sanity. “I’ll do anything for you! Anything you want! J-Just keep fucking me!”


“Very well,” Sett suddenly let go of her entirely, sending her sprawling onto the bed. “Keep that face down and bring your ass up, slut,” he commanded, and Kat scampered to obey. “A bitch like you should be fucked in a befitting position.” 


In complete agreement, Katarina pressed her face down into the soft mattress, moaning into the fabric. Meanwhile, she jutted her creamy ass upwards, swaying her hips with all the subtly of a stampeding elephant, reaching back with her hands to pull her buttcheeks apart, her already-fucked pussy quivering, begging for more of Sett’s cock. Her entire body, every movement, every sound escaping her lips, every twitch of every muscle screamed her depraved lust and begged for him to sate it, laying her bare as to just how much she wanted to be fucked. While she seemed to enjoy control earlier, now she was an icon of submission, kneeling down before her master, exposing and spreading herself for him, eagerly obeying his every command. “Put that cock inside me,” she moaned. “I want it so badly! Doggy-style is perfect for a slutty little kitty-Kat like me!”


“Good girl,” Sett praised, giving her a hard spank before positioning himself behind her. “Here it comes!” With that, he braced himself against her rear with one hand pressing a gorgeous arch into he back, before bucking his hips powerfully, hilting himself once again in her sopping cunt, loudly hammering his groin against her rear. With his other hand, he once again grabbed her by her hair, jerking her head straight back and upwards, almost hard enough to induce some whiplash. His entire body weight slamming her more downwards than forwards while yanking her head upwards, Katarina’s frail body was overcome with conflicting sensations, the painful arch her back was forced into, the incredible feeling of Vastayan muscle outweighing her by a huge amount smothering her all combined for an aura of complete and utter submission, her body entirely at the whims of her beastly companion. 


“Ohhhhh fuuuuck!” Kat gasped for breath, mind swimming in heady lust, the occasional jerks to her scalp burning her up even more. “You just love my hair, don’t you? I’ll let you keep a lock of it, if you cuddle me nicely later.”


“Always nice when a girl comes with a set of handlebars. Makes controlling you so much easier,” Sett remarked cruelly.


“Oh stop it, I’m swooning...” Kat giggled, before choking out another barrage of loud appreciation as Sett yanked her head and entire body back and continued pounding into her. 


Belatedly, Sett realized he was genuinely enjoying Katarina. Not just the squishy cunt he was balls-deep inside, but everything about the woman in front of him was amazing, from her luscious hair he was already catching himself obsessing over to her curvy, delicious ass. Speaking of which...


“AHHH!” Katarina screamed, more in surprise than anything else, at the feeling of a finger poking into her asshole. “Nooo...” she mockingly begged. “Not my hot, tight, defenceless asshole... please don’t ruin my ass with your gorgeous cock... anything but that!” He body heaved in anticipation, her puckered star twitching, begging to be reamed open and forcibly fucked.


“Not so fast, kitten,” Sett grunted. “I want to fill your pussy first.” With that, he put both hands around Kat’s slim waist and flipped her over on her back before grabbing both her ankles and pushing her legs backwards until her knees were practically in line with her shoulders. He shimmied her grip down, locking her thighs against her torso, her waiting cunt, a waterfall at this point, completely ready exposed and ready to be bred. Shifting himself into a squatting position, he lined up his throbbing cock with her entrance.


Eyes wide, Katarina could barely keep up with Sett’s vigour and skill. “M-mating press now? Oh fuck it, just do me already! Breed your little kitten! Fill me up with your bastard semen! Pump it all inside me!” she implored, her mind hazy and mouth drooling at the thought of being knocked up by the hung half-breed stud dicking her down. “Make me your bitch!”


As Sett began fucking her in the aptly-named mating press, he could feel the urges bubbling up in his chest again. F-fuck, I hope I don’t mess this up again... He cupped Kat’s face in his hands and kissed her, still pinning her thighs with his forearms. His tongue easily pushed past her lips, her jaw initially slack in surprise before quickly seizing the opportunity and twisting her tongue around, wresting against his, both of them eyes closed and moaning softly in bliss. Sett turned his head a little with each slow, deliberate thrust into her pussy, his nose bumping against hers as he did so, eliciting a small giggle. He opened his eyes to see Kat’s face, barely an inch from his own, her expression a warm mix of intoxicated bliss and happiness. As he pounded into her harder and fast, her expression shifted to one of overwhelming lust, unable to resist her depraved desire to have her womb filled. He salivated hard, leaking drool into her mouth while she eagerly lapped it up with her tongue. At such constant wetness and pressure, he did the same, running his mouth against her tongue and lips, sucking, nibbling, all sorts of indecent acts leaving her a mess of drool. Kat couldn’t keep up, from the thick cock pounding her hole and making a mess of her mind, to the hot, wet copulation he engaged her with taking away more of her attention than she had.


“Y-you’re ravenous,” Kat moaned, breaking from the hot, wet kiss for a second to gasp for breath. “And your big, sloppy tongue too ... driving me crazy ...”


“Just wanted to get the kissing out of the way now, while your face isn’t covered with my semen,” Sett grunted, before lowing his head to her chest and biting at her collar. He sunk his teeth into the skin and thin layer of flesh, enough to elicit a lewd reaction, feeling her heart pounding in her chest as she arched her back, pressing her torso against him. Her tits bounced with each strong thrust, hard nipples grinding against his chest. With her legs pressed up against his shoulders, he suddenly felt her feet lock against each other behind his neck, pulling him down and encouraging his movements. She’s so into it, fuck, she’s too perfect...


Eager to reciprocate, Sett braced for a second before angling himself to thrust practically straight down into her hole, deeper and harder than before. He increased his pace, pounding into her with all of his strength, jackhammering her pussy into wet submission. If she wasn’t so solidly pinned underneath him, she’d have been sent sprawling from the sheer force he imposed onto her much smaller frame. As it was, she was being squeezed so tightly into the bed she wasn’t sure if she would break first or the bed. The cheap bedsprings creaked so loudly she really expected to be crashing into the floor at any moment, especially with the relentless speed and power Sett was dicking her down with. Unable to do much but just take it and enjoy it, Katarina could only employ whatever few brain cells she still had to praising and encouraging her beastly lover. 


“Oh, you ... you hung fucking stud. You-your cock is ... so fucking thick my little pussy can’t take it,” Katarina moaned mindlessly, just too horny and worked up to focus on anything but the dick ruining her at the moment. “Fuck, I’m close... hughhhnnn, I’m so fucking close... keep f-fucking me... HGUHGHHNNN!” she cried out as she came hard all over his cock, with Sett still not slowing down for a moment. Her orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave, overwhelming all her senses, lighting all of her nerves on exotic fire, her free limbs twitching and tingling, her core clenching even tighter, if such a thing was even possible. It was so hot, so exciting, Sett’s beastly cock gouging out her pussy, fucking her so deep into the bed she felt like she was about to break in two. Nothing could compare to this.


A few more rapid thrusts, and Sett matched her mind-breaking orgasm with his own. “Kat, I-I’m close,” he groaned, unable to hold himself back any longer.


“YES! CUM INSIDE ME! BREED YOUR LITTLE KITTEN!” Katarina shrieked, adjusting her legs to wrap around his hips tightly, locking him balls-deep inside her sopping cunt. Both of their bodies twitched, Sett’s cock pulsing as ropes of hot semen defiled her waiting womb, finally the Kat was getting her promised milk. “Oh, fuck, it’s so hot...” she moaned, her mouth hanging open in an O-shape, her eyes rolling in her skull. The hot creampie filled her core up with an unbelievable warmth, and Kat was losing her mind over it. Enough seed flooded her womb to impregnate her a dozen times over, and her mind tingled at the thought of being pumped up with his bastards.


Finally, ever last drop deposited in Katarina’s love box, some dripping out from her swollen pussy lips as he core quivered with every laboured breath, Sett collapsed onto the bed beside Kat, scooping her up into his arms and holding her tightly, basking in her warmth. “You like that?”


“Definitely the best I’ve ever had. You Vastayan are something else entirely...” Kat kissed his neck and chest, snuggling up tighter against him, heart still pounding from exertion. “But I was promised more than just one round of mind-breaking sex, wasn’t I?” She looked up at him with a big, loopy smile.


“I didn’t promise you anything,” Sett countered. She was the one addicted to him, he could still play coy.


“In that case...” Kat sighed with exaggerated deepness. “Just lay down then. I’ll do all the work, if you’re too lazy to fuck me yourself...” With that, she pulled away from their copulation and slid her incredible rear against his crotch, squeezing his cock in the heat of her ass. “I wanna ride this giant prick,” she moaned to herself. “Just ruin my ass with it... Fuck, I’m such a slut... but only for you,” she winked.


She leaned forwards, putting her hands on Sett’s shoulders, the man underneath her obeying her wishes and contributing nothing but his cock. She looked down on him with a dazed, lust-drunk expression, too overcome after being mercilessly mated to coordinate herself. Sett rolled his eyes and put his hands on her hips. “Let me give you a hand. Seems like you need it.” He guided her holes over his cock, the dubious cockhead pressing against the entrance to her ass. “As slow as you want. Take it easy.”


Not one to take it easy, Katarina slammed herself all the way down in a single motion, taking his entire considerable length into her ass immediately. She propped herself up, before slamming down again, repeating the motions again and again. Her face contorted into a visage of desperate pleasure, chomping down hard on her lower lip, her eyes welling with tears and cheeks quivering, Sett couldn’t believe how she was able to hold up. “Fuck, you’re such a slut,” he groaned at the incredible tightness of her ass as she began riding him, with far more speed and vigour than he was prepared for. “You just don’t hold back, you sexy minx...”


“Me? I’m barely doing anything, you’re th- hughhgnnnn, the one tempting me,” she moaned, barely able to squeeze out her words amidst all the excitement. “What kind of a simple woman like me resist such a hung fucking stud like you?”


Sett didn’t even think of Quinn as the obvious answer to Kat’s rhetorical question for once, finally too deep into his new life now, thinking only of Kat and how to please her. He tightened his grip on her wide hips and helped her bounce her ass on his cock, doing far more work than the simple guiding he was doing earlier. Katarina’s upper body collapsed from the strain, burying her face in Sett’s neck and shoulder area while Sett did most of the work again, moving her body firmly with his hands almost entirely on his own while bucking his hips upwards, hilting himself deep in her ass with every thrust. Each time her ass came down, his hips went up, the heavenly union of their loins meeting halfway eliciting loud cries of pleasure from both participants. 


“Y-you’re breaking my pelvis!” Katarina screamed, barely louder than the constant wet clapping of her ass-flesh against Sett’s crotch. “Your huge cock is tearing me open!” She shrieked, screaming herself hoarse as Sett pounded her rear, rearranging her insides with vicious thrusts, gouging her out with his bitch-breaker. Her ass felt so unbelievably full, crammed so tightly with cock, she felt like a finger puppet of sorts, filled up and controlled by the giant digit of hot meat inside her. “ARUGHGHHH!” She let out an ear-splitting shriek as she came, shamefully gushing juices from her well-fucked, but currently empty cunt as she did so. “I-I’m cumming from just getting ass-fucked!” She couldn’t believe how incredible his cock was as it ruined her ass, not only making her cum her brains out from just anal sex, but how quickly he could do it too.


Sett hammered into her with a little extra vigour, letting her ride out the duration of her dizzying orgasm. When it finally subsided and Sett found himself looking into Katarina’s green eyes again, he was astounded to find her gaze sober, recovered from the mind-melting orgasm seemingly with ease. 


“How about something a little more interesting?” Katarina wiggled her eyebrows, smiling almost dangerously. Without waiting for a response, she leaned back, pulling out of Sett’s embrace and turned around, facing away from him. With her ass still clenching around his cock, she sighed as she leaned back into his waiting arms, lying in parallel and on top of him with her feet planted firmly beside his hips, still ready to fuck. “This time I expect you to cum too,” she whispered, facing away from Sett so he could barely hear her. “Cum deep in my ass. Fill it up just like you filled up my pussy. When I suck your balls later I expect them to be empty.” Once again without waiting for a response, she lifted her torso off of him only to arch her back impossibly far backwards. Sett’s eyes widened in disbelief as she cranked further and further, until her eyes were gazing into his, expect upside down. Her long, vibrantly red hair hung off her scalp and pooled on his chest and belly, her lively breasts also hanging upside down, dangling off her chest the wrong way. Her arms reached all the way around and grabbed his shoulders in roughly a bridge pose.


Seeing Sett’s reaction, Kat giggled. “When you complimented my flexibility earlier, I knew I had to give you my best. Do you like this?”


“Y-you vixen,” Sett grasped for words. “You beautiful, gorgeous, perfect seductress.”


“That’s a yes, then...” she giggled, before turning a little more stoic. “Now kiss me, Sett. Kiss my upside down face while you fuck my big, round ass!”


Needing no more encouragement, Sett kept one hand on Katarina’s hip, continuing to guide her ass along his shaft. With his other hand, he reached up to Kat’s head and roughly grabbed the side of her face, thumb deep in her hot wet mouth, the other finger curling around her ear and clawing a clump of hair along with it. With his vise-grip secured, he pulled her into position and kissed her upside-down mouth, hot and messy as her tongue slipped around his thumb and lavished it with saliva, while he took the opportunity to add his own tongue to the mix, sticky saliva dripping and soft moans escaping from their mouths. Katarina’s thick red lips were just so soft and luscious, a absolute pleasure to taste, and Sett nibbled on them eagerly, wanting so badly for her to give him a taste. 


Meanwhile, Kat also fulfilled her promise and began sliding herself up and down Sett’s shaft. His thick, veiny cock bumped into her inner walls at every angle, filling her even more completely at such an awkward position, easily pushing every button she had. Her breathed quickened, moans intensifying as she was fucked, quickly losing herself again before Sett’s unrelenting onslaught. He was bucking his hips upwards into her again, the mighty motions sending her unbalanced position into jeopardy, her frail body moments from collapsing in such a haphazard position if she lost her balance for even a second. Still, her flexibility and athleticism came though and she continued riding him in her exotic position, feeling the incredible heat and pressure in her ass.


Sett pulled her face away for a second to catch his breath, instead pausing to drink in the sight of Katarina’s face: contorted with a blissful stupor, half-lidded eyes revealing just how exhausted and fuck-addled she already was, and upside-down to top it off, the sexy exoticism driving him even hotter and even harder. He pounded her ass with renewed strength, unwilling to let Kat down after just how incredible an experience she was giving him. He barely let his hips rest on the bed now, exploding upwards against her with vicious strength relentlessly, her loud moans music to his ears, fuelling him to continue, wanting to hear her scream louder and louder as he brought her to climax again. 


As another orgasm tore through his pet, Sett forced her face against his again and muffled her lewd cries, forcing her lips against his and shoving his tongue deep in her mouth. He just couldn’t get enough of her plump lips and sweet saliva, forgoing all semblance of technique or sanity, practically mashing their mouths together. Overwhelmed with pleasure, the sloppiness translated to their furious fucking as well, Katarina breaking her rhythm of riding and Sett slowing down with his upwards thrusts, opting to use his energy for power instead of pace. As his balls slapped against her juicy rear with each thrust, her ass squeezed him with amazing heat and tightness. Too much for him to handle.


“Y-your ass is too good, Kat... I-I’m gonna cum!” he moaned, letting go of her head and putting both hands on her hips and slamming her against him. 


“Yes! Do it! Fill my ass!” she wailed, her mouth free to shout her lusts once again. “Cum for me!”


“K-Kat!” he grunted loudly, wrapping his arms tightly around her waist as he lodged his cock deep in her ass, twitching shaft releasing its hot payload. Like her pussy earlier, Katarina’s ass clenched tighter as he came inside, practically milking his shaft for every drop of hot seed. Her body trembled at receiving a second creampie, her arms weakening and dropping herself into his embrace. Now she was out of her painfully arched bridge and back to a warm spooning position, just with his cock in her ass. Sett slid one hand up from her midriff to her breast, fondling and squeezing her soft tit, teasing the nipple. Even as her ass was filled with gooey cum, his toying with her sensitive breasts were still enough to make her sigh in pleasure. 


“How’d you like that, cowboy?” she teased, reaching up and over her head with her hands and grabbing at his face. He eagerly sucked on her fingertips as they entered his mouth, sighing in pleasure as she casually tugged on his ears. 


“You’re amazing, Kat. The best I’ve ever had,” Sett said absently. Out of the heady daze of sex after unloading into both of her holes, he realized he wasn’t fully focusing on her anymore. I say that to every girl, don’t I?


“You say that to every girl, don’t you?” Kat giggled, facing away from him and unable to see his grimace. “You don’t have to, you know. You could beat the shit out of me, curse my family name, spit on me, and I’d still come crawling back for you...” She trailed off into a soft moan, turning her head to kiss his neck, still clearly enamoured with hazy lust. 


“N-no,” he lied. Fuck. Why does she have to say shit like this? I don’t want any of that. The post-nut clarity had hit Sett like a freight train and once again he found himself cold and disappointed, the hole in his chest not at all filled by pointlessly debauchery he’d just participated him. It was all so unsatisfying. Katarina didn’t cling to him because she loved him, or even because she particularly liked him, she just wanted him for his sexual prowess and him to fulfill her particular fetishes. If some other Vastayan stud came by that was even bigger and more handsome than Sett, she’d abandon him in an instant. 


Kat let out a disappointed hmmmph, wishing he would engage her back. “I don’t believe you. Regardless,” she winked, trying to spark his lust again. “I believe I still owe you a nice blow, after all. I do wonder how Vastayan balls taste...” Shuffling down, she went mouth-first for his crotch, stopping as Sett held her back. “What’s wrong?”


“I-I... uh ...” he stammered. Fuck. “I don’t want to taste my own dick on your lips.”


Katarina raised an eyebrow, sensing something was clearly amiss, the normally suave Sett turning awkward and aloof all of a sudden, before shrugging and leaning back into him, their mouths meeting again. “You could have just asked, you know. You’re such a great kisser, it’s not like I would have said no.” 


Her lips were warm and soft, at least, and while he could feel her heart pounding as her chest pressed against his tightly, and her hands caressed him every which way, he could fool himself into feeling like she cared for him. He groaned involuntarily as she scratched his oversensitive ears again, nothing he could do about that, the pleasure of her fingers caressing him still too much for him to just ignore. The kiss continued for some time, woefully unenthusiastic though he was, Kat was more than happy to continue feasting on his lips and tongue. Fuck it, I could pretend she loves me...


“Actually, this gives me an idea,” Katarina murmured. “Come to Noxus with me. We’re packing up camp tomorrow anyway. My sister is ... mutated in much the same way you are,” she caressed his ears again to emphasize her point. “Due to her ... animal side, she has trouble finding lovers. And seeing as you don’t seem to like me...” she laughed at Sett’s reaction. “Come on, you think I can’t tell? Don’t worry, I’m not hurt... much. But anyways, she’s a lot less outgoing than I am, so maybe... just maybe you two will hit it off... who knows?” 


Sett looked at her blankly. “Do I have a choice?”


Kat returned a toothy grin. “Well, I can’t let you go back to Demacia after seeing the details of our camp and unit strength here, obviously. So no, you don’t. Really, the only choice is whether you please my sister willingly, or I can tie you up before I feed you to her.”


Sett sighed, defeated. “Fine. As long as she’s not like a half-snake or something fucked up like that.”

