Chapter 3 - What Lies Beyond

Final Chapter! Hope you’ve all enjoyed the story so far, as promised I did put a lemon in this final chapter (though it’s only the second one I’ve ever written and so probably pretty bad). Anyway, as I stated at the start of this story, it was a comission for Zennyzen and I hoped he at least has enjoyed this.


Currently have no commissions atm, so will just write on some of my main stories until some of you guys PM me or something with ideas/


Chapter 3 - What Lies Beyond


“Will he be ok?” Lamb asked hesitantly as she stood hesitantly next to the impromptu bed I had created. 


“He’ll be fine after a few days rest. The wounds are deep and any ordinary creature would of been killed outright, but fortunately you spirits are very resilient.” I replied, giving her a comforting look as I put my hand on her shoulder to reassure her. 


The feeling was almost surreal. I towered over the reaper, standing at least two feet above her, but this was the first time the spirit seemed small or vulnerable. Despite their stature, the pair had always radiated an air of power, but alone and upset she seemed, just like any other being, defenceless.


“What does companionship feel like? A feeling of fleeting completeness that fades into a great disappear once it is gone?” Lamb asked as she softly stroked Wolf’s head.


“That is but one way of looking at it. Companionship is the act of sharing experiences with close friends, the highs and the lows. We are often defined by those which call us friends, surely you wouldn’t be complete without Wolf?” I replied.


“Of course I wouldn’t be complete without Wolf!” She turned and shouted, “It’s these feelings I hate! The sense of dread and despair from almost losing him! I left all the emotions to him but now, now they are all coming back. Why must they cause me so much pain!?” 


“To define emotions merely by their negatives is narrow minded at best. Is it not hypocritical to curse at the darkness of the night without in turn praising the light of the day? As life continues in a cycle so must the days change.”


“But like every day the revel must end, leaving one with nought but the lingering warmth of the joy they once had, and the sadness of it being gone. When you live long enough even the suns, that once brought you so much light, fade into darkness, their lingering memories causing more pain than the joy they once brought.”  


I looked into the tear stained eyes of the spirit, sympathising with her plight. I too had seen countless generations wither and perish as I resided in these ruins. The traders that had bought me many of the ancient tomes had returned to the sands, and I dealt with their sons, grandsons and many other generations since. Immortality came at the heavy cost of loneliness. 


“I too once thought as you do. In my effort to distance myself from mortals, I hid away here underground, burying myself in books of forgotten times. However, the more I looked at the fleeting lives of mortals above, the more I envied them. In their short time on this world, they achieve greater things than I could in centuries. Through this, I came to a stark realisation.” I explained, sitting down next to the spirit and placing an arm on her shoulder.


“What was that conclusion?” She asked, wiping away her tears as she stared up at me. 


“That in their short span here, those humans lived life to its fullest. By hidding away from the world, I might as well have died with my people in Shurima. In short, the only thing worse than my fear of death and loss, was to never truly live.” I explained, smiling at the spirit.


“To never truly live… It sounds almost like something he would say…” She murmured, turning to her companion.


“Though maybe not as eloquently as you. More like ‘I’m bored, I’m hungry, chase chase!’” She smiled at her own impression of her companion as I chuckled. She blushed in embarrassment as she realised she was talking aloud, avoiding my gaze as she wriggled out of my touch.


“I’m sorry, I’ll leave you two to rest now.” I smiled as I got up to leave. I had to give my brother a proper burial before I could rest myself.


As I got up, a soft hand grasped mine, and I heard a quiet whisper.


“No please… stay a little while longer ..?” 


I sighed as I sat back down, Lamb snuggling into Wolf happily as I did so. Not wanting to disturb them too much, I picked up one of the books on the floor. As I opened it, Lamb looked at me expectantly.


“You want me to read it to you?” I asked curiously. The book was a musty old thing about some long lost city, not exactly a great read, but Lamb nodded her head anyway. As I read aloud, I smiled as the pair slowly drifted off into a deep sleep.    


***


I believed that once Wolf had recovered and the pair had left that my life would return to normal. The resurrection of the great Shuriman capital had lead to a huge influx of traders from around Runeterra that began frequenting my home. Despite the now ascended Emperor's wishes, I refused his offer to return to my former home. The place still held too much sadness for me, especially with the more recent death of my brother.


Among the many traders and scholars that visited my Library, there was one I did not expect. Merely a month after the incident, Lamb arrived in the twilight hours. She was alone, holding nothing but her signature bow and an exoctic tome of untold value. Without so much of a greeting, she handed it to me before disappearing quickly into the night. While I thought this was a solitary occurrence, a thank you perhaps for the assistance of her other half, she soon returned a month later with yet another book. 


As the months turned to years, her visits became more frequent and of a longer duration. We talked together for great lengths, though she usually prefered to listen rather than tell, only mentioning brief summaries of her latest hunts while she reveled in my tales of long dead cities and ancient heroes. During most of them, she would often ask questions, usually to do with certain actions or emotions expressed by the characters, and I would do my best to explain them to her in ways I hoped she might understand.


“What does Bravery feel like?”


“Like someone greeting Wolf with sword in hand.”


“What of Anger? Why do humans fall to it so often?”


“I believe we can all experience it from time to time, surely you would feel such if someone was to take your hunt from you?” 


“And Fear, dear Nasus. What does that feel like?”


“You have already felt it Lamb, the feeling of potentially losing something dear to you.” 


But it was on one of these visits that finally sealed the consequences of my obsession. By this point her visits were so regular that I usually had plenty of time to prepare before she arrived. Today however was different. She always arrived at nine on the dot, but as the clock struck half past I began to worry. 


“Was she perhaps in trouble? That would be a first, but I’m sure she’s strong enough to handle herself…” I thought to myself, as I stood and walked to the door.


As it opened up to the cold night air, a lone figure stood on the doorstep. She stood awkwardly in the moonlight, pacing on the spot nervously as she stared into the sky above her. 


“Uh-humm” I cleared my throat, Lamb visibly jumping as she suddenly noticed my presence.


“I didn’t expect to find you waiting on my doorstep, you should know by now that you can come in as you please, or at least knock on the door.” I explained as I looked at her curiously.


“Oh… yes I mean… We were- I, was lost in thought I believe…” She stuttered awkwardly. Still shuffling nervously on the spot.


“Hmm, well perhaps you can do so in the warm then? As resistant as your fur might be to the elements, the Desert can become as cold as a Frejordian Tundra once the sun goes down.” I stated as I beckoned her to enter.


She nodded her head, ducking under my arm quickly as I closed the door behind her. We walked through to my study, a large room filled with multiple bookcases and a pair of large chairs already pulled up close to the large fireplace in the centre of the room. I offered her her usual seat, and she mumbled a thanks as we both sat opposite each other. We sat in silence for a moment as she avoided looking at me directly, squirming uncomfortably in her chair. Her behavior was certainly unusual for her, and reminded me of many of the humans who came here that shriveled in the presence of my unusual appearance.


“Lamb, you didn’t have to come here if it makes you feel uncomfortable you know. I can tell you are certainly upset.” I started, trying to gauge her reaction from her body language.


“No that’s not it. It’s just that, well…” She started, fidgeting nervously.


“Is something the matter?” I asked curiously, a tone of concern in my voice.


She paused for a moment, considering what to say before letting out a deep sigh. 


“Wolf is upset with me, I haven’t been focused during our hunts recently. Our past three marks got away from us due to my negligence and he told me he would prefer to hunt alone for a while…”


“That’s awful. I’m sure it’s not your fault that you were distracted, are you perhaps ill? Do you need me to have a look at you?” I asked, getting up to look at her more closely.


She blushed, avoiding my gaze. “No that’s not necessary! I haven’t been feeling physically sick, but inside I feel strange… it hurts when we’re alone, it feels almost like loneliness, but Wolf is still with me.” She explained.


“I see, and do you still feel like this at the moment?”


“No, it’s different now, as I approached your house that feeling slowly ebb and replaced with one of maybe, nervousness I think you called it? It feels strange when I’m with you, and I keep imagining all sorts of strange thoughts…”


I paused for a moment, my eyes opening wide as I realised the cause of her actions. It was clear that despite being a reaper of death, she was in heat. She looked at me directly this time, her eyes conveying a look of both confusion and deep lust. 


“Let me see if I have anything to help you…” I hurriedly stated, before getting up and heading towards the kitchen, “Just stay there and wait a bit.”


I rummaged through my cupboards, searching for herbs and spices. One of the traders had given me some herbs that were meant to suppress hormone imbalances, but I had thought them useless and never bothered to remember where I had put them, maybe on this bottom shelf? 


“Nasuuuuuus~” A seductive voice cooed from behind me as I felt soft fur rub up against my back as a pair of firm breasts pressed into me. I turned my head around to see Lamb tightly grasping my arm, her mask discarded as her beautiful face stared lustfully into mine, her cheeks already flushed red with anticipation.


“Calm down Lamb, what are you doing- Oufff!” I cried as I slipped and fell onto my back. 


Taking advantage of my new situation, Lamb crawled across my chest slowly, rubbing my large muscles as her hands traced every line across my well formed pex. She gave me a smile as she did so, and I could feel my member begin to harden as this vixen teased me.


“I think I know this one dear Nasus, isn’t it called arousal?” She asked in a sultry voice, her mind clearly overwhelmed by her hormones as she acted on instinct. Her hands moved down to my crotch, quickly removing my garments a releasing my growing semi to the open air. She licked her lips lustfully as she began fondling my pole, her soft hands caressing it as it grew and grew, extending to my full foot long glory.


“Oh…” She said with a mild sense of disappointment, “I’m not sure if something as large of that will fit…” She pondered, before positioning herself upon my stomach and leaning forward, pushing her tight ass onto my impressive hard on. As I let out a light groan, she began grinding up and down, my shaft finding itself pressed between her two cheeks; the amazing feeling of  tightness and the softness of her fur, each bringing me ever closer to even greater pleasure. My groans were muffled as she reached out, pulling my head towards hers as well shared a deep kiss, our tongues intertwining as she picked up the pace. 


It had been a while, and her assault soon brought me close to the edge, and I gently pushed her off of me in an effort to contain myself. We both lay there, gasping for breath. From the sense of warmth I could feel on my stomach, I could tell that she too had enjoyed the experience. She looked up at me and smiled, the first genuine one I had seen from her in the time I had known her. Despite the damp patches in her fur, she looked truly beautiful illuminated by the crackling warmth of the fire. 


But she wasn’t done yet, her smile quickly returning to a look of lust as her gaze moved toward my large member. I watched in awe as her hands rubbed across my entire length, her tongue covering areas that her hands missed. This teasing was enough to bring me back to full attention as her ass swayed seductively in front of me.


With a final lick she got up before climbing up onto the kitchen table before lying on her back. She looked at me lustfully as she opened her legs. I stood up and approached the table, staring down at the spirit as she gazed at me in awe, her sights once again moving downwards.... 


“I’ll be sure to be gentle.” I whispered softly, as I teased at her with my tip.


She let out a light moan before looking deep into my eyes, “Not too gentle I hope~”


With this I began to slowly enter her, the immense tightness already bringing me to the edge of orgasm. Upon looking down to see her wince slightly,  I reached out with my hand to caress her face. She smiled and nodded as I continued, deeper and deeper until I could go no further Lamb writhed beneath me, filled with my girth as she grasped my hand.


Taking this as a sign to continue, I began slowly moving, doing my best to hold back against the immense pressure to let go. Before too long, her discomfort was replaced by a look of pure ecstasy and she moaned loudly as thrusted into her , increasing the pace in time with her hip movements. I couldn’t last for long, and soon I came inside of her, the feeling of being filled up was enough to push her over the edge as we both relished in climax. 


I withdrew from her, turning to fetch some towels to wipe us both off. By the time I returned, she had collapsed, fast asleep on my table with a slight yet content smile. She looked truly beautiful lying there, I will never forget that first night. For the first time since the Great Fall, I finally felt I had started someth-


***


“Nasus~ What are you doing writing in that book again?” A soft voice called from the entrance from the room as the curator looked up from his work. He had been stuck on the ending for a long time, and had hoped he would have time to finish it before his ‘Partner’ returned from her day’s hunting.


“Come on! It’s been almost eight hours and some of the chases were pretty intense today, I’m really fired up~” She explained seductively as her thighs danced from the doorframe.

Nasus smiled as he closed the book. There was always tomorrow...         