Chapter 8 - Epilogue

Tags: [Implied Violence (Non-Sexual)] [Futa/F] [Reluctant] [Rough] [Anal] [Throatfucking] [Excessive Cum] [Heavy Cum Inflation] [Pregnancy]

Eyeing herself in the mirror, Katarina let out a sigh. So little time, so much preparation still to be done. Small wand in hand, she dipped it into a black vial of mascara and lifted it to her left eye. Pressing her index finger to the dark scar tissue, she lifted the skin of her eyelid and gently stroked the wand across her lashes, darkening and thickening them.

Oh how she wished her sister were here. Beauty products and the art of applying them had always been Cassiopeia's domain. Over the years, Katarina had picked up enough from her to get by, but still her expertise would be helpful. The companionship would be nice too. She wasn't used to being distanced from her family for so long.

Then again... Katarina thought back to the last time the two had seen one another and cringed. Maybe being far away from Cassiopeia was a good thing. She'd never quite been the same since the curse had taken hold.

Setting the mascara back down atop the cabinet with the rest of her makeup, she plucked a tube of lipstick from the bunch. Popping it out, she eyed the dulled-red colour with a grimace. Nothing here was the same. It was impossible to find the perfect shade of blood red, and none of the blacks were as deep or dark as one would find in Noxus. Oh sure, you could find a million different varieties of garish gold or a melancholy blue, but where was that lovely crimson tone the colour of a bleeding heart being ripped from a foe's chest?

Heaving another sigh, Katarina traced along her lips, coating them with a thin layer of muted red. Pursing them, she rubbed them together to spread the coat evenly, then smiled at her reflection to examine the results. Not as extravagant as she was planning, but it was passable. The tube clicked against the hardwood cabinet as she put it away with the rest.

Taking a brush to her hair, Katarina began working the knots out of it. Lately, she was finding it a hassle to even get out of bed some days. Fortunately, the position she was afforded allowed her to actually get away with such lazy days, though it meant that when she did actually need to look presentable, she had several days worth of bedhead to comb through first. Unlike applying makeup though, removing the tangled clumps from her hair was an area she had a great deal of experience in. It had taken her a solid week of scrubbing, brushing, and washing to clean all the cum, sweat and grime from her crimson locks all those many months ago, and she was practically an expert now in hair care as a result. Before long she had her long red tresses straightened out, bouncing lightly and shining like luxurious silk.

Examining herself in the mirror once more, Katarina tilted her head, a pensive look on her face. Not too shabby. Now she just needed to find something a bit more flattering to wear, and she'd be ready for her guests. Alas, that was a task that was becoming more and more difficult by the day.

First things first though... Katarina rose from her seat and made her way to the window. Her gait was awkward, as though she still needed to adjust to walking. Pressing against the shutters that kept her bedchamber nice and dark, she opened them up and let the blinding sunlight invade her space. As her eyes adjusted to the light, she drank in the sight of yet another disgustingly bright day overlooking the Demacian cityscape below her.

Decadent golden hues and blue banners stretched as far as the eye could see. Grandiose, pristine buildings gleamed in the sun's rays, not a cloud in the sky to obscure them. Everywhere one looked there were tall, immaculate towers or magnificent, opulent roadways. Soldiers in shining armour stood guard on every street, while peasants made their way about in neat, orderly lines and groups. The entire city was a bastion of order, with not a single thing out of place.

Katarina hated it here.

The people were all so... Weak. Such a frail populace, so content with their lot in life, never struggling to increase their stature, never fighting to improve their lot in life, never striving to be anything greater than they are. They were all so satisfied and content with the status quo. Not a single one of them would survive a week in Noxus. They'd be eaten alive by somebody with true ambition, someone with the drive to grow, to get stronger. Here though, here in Demacia these weaklings survived. They thrived even, under the protection of the demacian military.

It was that very same military that Katarina was now dependent on to protect her own life. It sickened her to think about. In all of Valoran though, Demacia was the only city-state whose military had the strength to defy Noxus. And in the months that had passed since her last sanctioned League battle, it had become clear that she was no longer welcome in her home.

The assassin moved to the dresser that she had been gifted, absent-mindedly rummaging through the various outfits within. She paused as her hands fumbled over a sharpened dagger, hidden within a pair of tight leather pants that no longer fit. Thoughts adrift in the memories of her recent travails, she idly fingered the long blade, the edge of it so thin it could slice a hair. It had only been months, and yet so much had happened, it felt as though years had passed.

That damned LeBlanc. If only her death had been permanent. Were she nothing more than a long-digested meal in the pit of Cho'Gath's stomach, perhaps then she could at least be suffering within the comfort of her own home, Katarina thought to herself.

Ever the schemer, the failure of one plot just led to the start of another. Though her plan to discredit the League had not born fruit, that accursed witch had found another way to worm her way into a seat of power in Noxus. The old High Commander had been overthrown, and now her puppet Swain held absolute power over the state. Or, perhaps she was his puppet. Maybe they were both manipulating each other. It was hard to tell really. Regardless, the Black Rose now held sway behind the curtains, pulling strings and manipulating events. And what better use of their newfound power than to settle petty grudges? Despite her ultimate success, LeBlanc never did forgive Katarina for the role she played in foiling her plans, and so now the assassin herself had assassins after her. They lurked in every corner, hid in every shadow, just waiting for the moment she dropped her guard.

While normally such rank amateurs might be nothing more than a minor nuisance, Katarina's current... circumstances put her at a unique disadvantage that she was not accustomed to. And so, in a moment of desperation, she had turned to the only nation with the strength to assist her.

Reaching behind her back, Katarina fussed with the ribbons that tied her loose-fitting nightgown in place. She winced in a bit of discomfort, finding that she no longer had the flexibility she once possessed. She grimaced as she disrobed slowly, her heavy breasts bouncing free. In the past few months, they'd swelled even larger and lost a bit of their natural perkiness, such that they sagged slightly and weighed heavier on her chest.

The woman grit her teeth in frustration as she stripped. And how ironic it was, all this trouble she suffered for, and the original cause of her anguish had long been rendered irrelevant. An incident involving the time-mage Zilean, haphazardly constructed yordle technology, and a powdered creamer had caused some sort of temporal storm, the intricate mechanics of which Katarina didn't fully understand. What she did understand was that the resulting chaos had erased the League of Legends from existence entirely, rendering her effort to save it from LeBlanc's scheming and all the suffering she'd endured as a result completely moot.

Katarina was yanked from her bitter reverie by a sudden rapping on her window. Ah, she thought with a smile, it seemed her first guest of the day had arrived. Still, his timing was poor. Drawing the dagger from the bundle of clothes she'd pulled from the dresser, she whirled around and threw it at the intruder who so rudely came calling while she was still half-naked.

The blade struck a wood panel just next to her guest's head, the handle vibrating as it became embedded within. Yet the cloaked figure didn't so much as flinch from the outburst. He remained still, calm, showing no outward sign of surprise or fear. Hmph, this one was not so poorly trained as the others she encountered so regularly. There was only one who could have sent him.

"I bring a message from master Talon." The shrouded man spoke in hushed tones, extending a hand holding a rolled up piece of parchment.

Finally! She had been awaiting word from her adopted brother for days now. It was about time his message finally arrived.

"Hmph. Give me that!" Covering her bare breasts with one arm, Katarina waddled towards him awkwardly. Snatching the papers from his grasp, she turned his back to him and unfurled the note, scrawled in a hasty, bloody red ink.

My dearest Katarina,

I hope this missive finds you well in your captivity.

Katarina paused and pursed her lips. Though she had found refuge in Demacia, the process was not without its complications. Technically, she was classified as a political prisoner. It was only due to her benefactor's ability to bend the crown prince's ear that she was given the treatment of a refugee. Ironically, the greatest opposition had come from Garen, the one demacian she might have once considered a friend. Though, she suspected he was simply jealous that she had gone to somebody else for aid.

It is my unfortunate duty to inform you that little has changed since our last exchange. The fool Swain continues to play king upon his throne of lies, while LeBlanc's puppets lurk on every street corner. They search for any trace of evidence to debase your reputation amongst the populace. The House of Du Couteau is not without agents of our own however, and we stymie their efforts at every opportunity.

Katarina took a seat upon her bed as she continued to read. Of course, if she ever dreamed of returning to her home, it was crucial that no one know she had come to Demacia of her own volition. The narrative she had arranged to be put forth was that she was captured during a mission to assassinate the royal family. A noble endeavour. Of course, there may have been a bit of embellishment, talk of slaughtering an entire army's worth of demacians during the scuffle. This kind of strength endeared her to the populace and made it more difficult for LeBlanc's cronies to openly act against her.

Your sister continues to rage under the influence of her curse, and she grows more vicious and violent by the day. She could be a powerful asset to our cause, if she were not so single-mindedly obsessed with your retrieval. I have tried to convince her of the unnecessity of such efforts, but she does not listen. I know not what occurred between you two in the past, but she is now determined to bring you back into her 'loving' arms.

The redhead shuddered. Before she had left, before she knew the culprit behind her current condition, she had confronted her sister over her actions on the so-called Fields of Justice. Rather than apologize, Cassiopeia had attempted to rape her again. Though she had been better prepared and fended the naga off this time around, it had become clear that her sibling's state of mind had grown too perverse and deranged. Until such time as she could find a new toy willing to assist the serpent in finding release, it was not safe for Katarina to be anywhere near her.

Enclosed within are the details of several minor operations being carried out by Noxus high command. Their disruption will cause little damage to Noxian military might, and should suit your needs perfectly.

Ah, now these were what she had been waiting for. Discarding the hand-written note for the time-being, she rummaged through a handful of larger scrolls that had been rolled up along with it. These papers were contained secrets of the noxian military, albeit not particularly valuable ones. A condition of her continued good treatment was that she shed light on upcoming noxian military incursions, assisting the demacian military in hindering Noxus's aggressive expansionism. Katarina was no traitor however, and she made sure to cherry-pick only the most irrelevant of information to leak. Failing that, she'd share details on whichever missions that would serve to diminish the standings of Swain and LeBlanc in the public eye if those missions failed.

It was not only noxian plans that she shared either, for her espionage went both ways. Dwelling within Demacia's walls, she occasionally became privy to information not meant for her ears. Nobles speaking a bit too loudly for their own good, soldiers spilling their guts over a pint, or even her 'friend's' own loose lips occasionally made her aware of Demacian plans as well. These she sent back to Talon in the name of noxian glory, and ensuring that House Du Couteau would get all the credit. Always furthering one's own power, it was the noxian way of life.

Turning her attention back to the note laying at her side, she idly chewed on her thumbnail as she finished reading through it.

Finally, you may have noticed the change in messenger since our last liaison. Sadly, Elric was lost to us in a skirmish with the barbarians in the north, but I can assure you that I have hand-picked Mileena myself. Her loyalty is unquestioning and her skills are adept. She shall make an excellent go-between until such time as you are able to return to us. In the meantime, I shall be eagerly awaiting your next response.

Yours truly,

Talon.

'Her'? 'She'? Katarina arched a brow, reading the words again suspiciously. But... The messenger who'd delivered this note to her was a man.

Lifting her head, Katarina caught the reflection of the messenger in her makeup mirror, approaching her with knife in hand. Upon his lapel, she caught a glimpse of the subtle insignia of the Black Rose and cursed. Clearly she was going to have to have a talk with Talon about his definition of 'adept skills'.

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Shyvana huffed as she staggered up the mountainous flight of stairs. The lengthy climb was irritating enough on its own, and the heavy crate she bore in her arms only made the ascent that much more aggravating. It was so large that it obscured her view, and she found herself tripping over the steps as a result. Still, it would all be worth it for the look on her treasure's face when she opened it up.

The half-dragon grinned slyly, her tail swaying with every step she took. A month had passed since her last visit, and she couldn't wait to see her pet again, to see how much she'd grown in her absence. If she could, she'd never leave her precious toy's side. Alas, now more than ever, the half-dragon found Demacia in need of her aid. Though she felt no loyalty towards the city-nation itself, she owed its prince a debt of gratitude, and counted him amongst one of her very few true friends. If he requested her service, then the half-dragon would provide it. Although, that didn't keep her from asking for a few favours in return...

A grimace crossed Shyvana's face, the box's contents rattling about in her arms. She just hoped the little bitch appreciated the gifts she brought. They hadn't exactly been easy to procure, and lugging them up these damned stairs was doing a number on her spine. A pity her toy had to be kept at the peak of this tower, but it was for her own protection, and it made it more difficult for her to get up to any mischief when the demi-human wasn't there to keep an eye on her. Besides, with how well it was decorated, it was less the prison cell it was meant to be and more closely resembled a penthouse suite. Damn if it wasn't cumbersome to get to though, especially with heavy, awkward furniture to try and finagle up the spiralling staircase.

Still, her tail couldn't help but wag, the draconic woman excited to be home at last. Even if she was sweating and straining under the weight of her cargo, even if the vigorous climb made her armour plating chafe. She just couldn't wait to greet her 'prisoner'. Her presence these past few months had been so good for her. As of late she found her fury growing easier to control, and she no longer felt such incredible pangs of lonely bitterness.

A wet splat greeted the half-dragon's ears as she neared the top of the stairs. Her boot skidding slickly through a puddle on the steps, Shyvana nearly lost her footing. Teetering as she fought to stay balanced, she peered around the crate to see what she'd just stepped in.

Blood. Dark, sickly red blood was spilling down the stone steps and making a slip hazard out of them. It rolled down in small rivers, cascading down the staircase in her wake. Shyvana's eyes widened, anxious about the source. Just up ahead she could see the door, the crimson flood spilling out of the crack at the foot of the doorframe.

In an instant, the dragon was in full-on panic mode. Discarding the package carelessly, the crate broke open as it hit the ground. A huge pile of noxian weaponry spilled from the crate, most of them daggers and short swords, clanging against the stone as they tumbled down the steps. A few articles of noxian high-fashion were quickly ruined by the pooling blood (or perhaps they were only made more fashionable). Various vials and containers of makeup, the colours of pitch and matching the same shade of crimson that was spilling under the door, went rolling down the steps. All of it was deemed irrelevant to the dragon at this very moment as she bounded the rest of the way to the door and kicked it open without a second thought or a moment of hesitation.

Quickly, her eyes scanned the room, taking scope of the situation. Lying on the floor in a crumpled heap lay a man wearing a dark cloak, a hood pulled over his head and obscuring his face. Blood pooled all around him, a slight slant in the floorboards sending it trickling towards the door. Two more corpses laid in the corners, their throats slit, their chests carved and pierced so many times there wasn't much left of them but a pile of meat. More of that crimson life fluid dribbled down the walls like a fresh, liberal coating of paint.

Standing right in the midst of all the carnage with her back to the half-dragon, Shyvana's precious treasure was nearly naked and drenched from head to toe in red. Slowly, Katarina turned to face her, holding a dagger dripping with life-fluid in one hand, and cradling her heavy, gravid belly with other. The most maniacal, blood-thirsty grin was plastered upon her lips. "Oh, you're back. You missed one hell of a party."

Shyvana hissed, and chewed her bottom lip, drinking in the sight. It was her first vision of the woman who would bear her child in far too long. Even pregnant as she was, burdened by the heavy weight of the half-dragon's unborn spawn, she was still just as deadly. And just as fucking hot.

Growling fiercely, Shyvana's tail wagged and her eyes lit up like burning embers. Katarina hardly even had the time to squeal before the half-dragon was upon her, tackling and pinning her to the bed in a frenzy of lust.

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"Stop. Stop! Don't think I don't know what you're doing."

Katarina lay sprawled out across her bedsheets, the half-dragon laying at her side, tongue dragging along her bare skin. She lapped at her soft, supple flesh, not at all dismayed by the tang of iron accompanying all the blood. The flat of Shyvana's slick, wet tongue glided over the bump in her stomach, the crimson fluid disappearing in its wake to be replaced by the transparent glistening of her saliva.

"What? I'm just cleaning you up." The half-dragon spoke with a sly, cattish grin.

"I have a bath for that now you know. Your services are not -Mnnf!- required." Katarina scrunched up her face, trying to stifle a moan as the dragon's tongue moved to her breast. It wasn't merely their size that had increased during her pregnancy, but the sensitivity as well.

Delicately, Shyvana ran a paw along the noxian's stomach, feeling the swell of her baby bump beneath her palm, the tautness of her skin. She grinned. It was just like having the girl pumped full of her seed, only even more wonderful and erotic to behold. As she gently caressed the woman's belly, she guided her tongue along her breast, letting it swirl around her plump, engorged teat.

"Mnn, this way is more fun and you know it." She growled, dragging Katarina's nipple to her maw and closing her lips around it.

Despite her protests and the nearness of her weapon, Katarina made no move to dissuade the lusty shemale. They'd long since worked out an... arrangement of sorts. Still, she knew if she let this progress much further, Shyvana would keep her confined to her bed for the rest of the day.

"Hnngh... Th-that may be so... But it's gonna stink in here if we don't get those corpses moved out." Katarina scowled, trying to come up with any excuse to interrupt the moment.

"Then I'll arrange for a maid's services. It'll take several of them to scrub all the blood off the walls anyways." Shyvana's voice lacked any semblance of concern.


Pursing her lips, the half-dragon started to suckle, listening to the delightful mewls Katarina made. Drawing her head back, she let the vacuum of her maw tug on the woman's breast. Her free hand cupped the swollen udder, lovingly carressing the sensitive mound while she slurped away at it. To her delight, she was treated to the sweet taste of milk, her first taste of her cow's produce, while Katarina groaned as the half-dragon drew it out of her. Shyvana grinned slyly. Her cow hadn't yet begun to lactate when last she visited, but now that she was, she intended to savour every drop. Every night that she was not out in the field, she would be certain to start massaging the luscious jugs. She'd squeeze bottles out of her to take with her when she left. The baby would be lucky if there was any left for her if Shyvana had her way

"If-if we don't get to it n-now, then it'll take them days to clean it later..." Katarina moaned softly. Wrapping an arm around the half-dragon's skull, she cradled her head against her bosom, holding her there like one would a child. Shyvana's thick, lengthy oral muscle swirled around her nipple, coiling tightly enough to squeeze the engorged nub, coating it in her spit while gulping down a spray of milk.

Her tongue continued its assault for a few moments more, lightly stroking and toying with Katarina's teat until that sweet nectar stopped flowing, and then continuing on a few minutes longer until she was completely certain she wasn't getting anything more out of it. Finally letting go, Shyvana wiped the back of her arm across her mouth to clear some of the fluid off before speaking again. "Then you can stay in my chambers for a few days. I'm certain the guards would allow it, so long as I'm there to keep a proper eye on you."

"Keep an eye on me? Or keep your dick in me?" Katarina scowled, propping herself up on her elbows.

"Both." Shyvana's lips curled upwards. She let both hands trail down the woman's body, her clawed fingers gently tracing lines down the side of her swollen belly. The half-dragon pressed the side of her face up against that pregnant bump, gingerly dragging her cheek down the swell of her stomach, listening to the stirrings within her womb. Her sensitive ears twitched and her throat rumbled with a pleasant growl. When she'd thrown Kat to the ground and raped her so long ago, she hadn't truly believed that her half-breed seed would take root. It just went to show that sometimes sheer quantity was all it took to get the job done. Moreso, she never imagined that months later the woman would show up at her doorstep, knocked up and asking for the aid of the one who forced herself upon her. Even if it was just a relationship born of necessity for the noxian, the half-dragon was all too happy to oblige for so long as she got the companionship she longed for.

As her hands neared Katarina's waist, Shyvana took hold of her thighs, spreading them apart and lifting one over her shoulder. Tilting her head, she let her tongue glide across her mate's skin, cleaning more of that sanguine fluid off her body. It clung to her moist muscle, coming off easily in long, languid licks. Once the skin underneath was exposed, she peppered it with surprisingly delicate kisses, teasing the woman as her lips neared the intersection of her legs. There, the only article of clothing Katarina yet possessed obstructed her path. Hooking a claw into the waistband of her panties, Shyvana pulled the elastic taut and started to tug.

"No! Stop!" Katarina cried and reached both hands towards her crotch, but too slowly. Shyvana pushed her thighs closer together with one hand and yanked down with the other, pulling the cloth away and exposing the squirming girl's nethers. A bright, red patch of hair sprung out to greet her, matching that atop Katarina's scalp, as well as her quickly flushing face.

Shyvana chuckled, running her digits through the soft bush while flashing a coy smile. "Really now? Didn't you say you were gonna tidy yourself up for me?"

Katarina looked away, trying to obscure her blush. "I was. It's... Harder now." She mumbled, using her own arms to frame the bulge in her belly. "And as you can see, I was kind of interrupted before I could finish."

"Relax. I'm not complaining." The half-dragon chuckled and kissed the underside of the woman's protruding stomach. Nibbling gently on the tender skin, she worked her way further south, trailing kisses through that fiery forest until she reached Katarina's slit. She pursed her lips, sucking on the edge of her labia to make the noxian moan softly and shifted, her legs tensing and eyes drifting shut. Peering up at her with amber pools that glowed like embers, Shyvana smirked at the reaction. Still teasing her soft petals, she grazed the outer edge with her teeth. Using two fingers, she gently parted the woman's folds and slid her tongue up the length of them, over and over.

The gentle, affectionate treatment was torture to Katarina. She twisted her body from side to side, thrashing about and clawing at the bedsheets. Still Shyvana took it slow, tormenting her opening with slow, dragging laps of her tongue. When her tastebuds were finally treated to her lover's nectar, she moved upwards and kissed at her exposed clitoris. Katarina's wails grew louder, her trembling hands reaching out and grabbing hold of the dragon's horns. Squeezing the hard-plated protrusions til her knuckles turned white, she pulled on them sharply, forcing Shyvana's face deeper into her crotch, burying her nose into that scarlet bush.

It had been a hard lesson to learn, but the half-dragon had eventually realized that she drew a more favourable response from her captive with tenderness. Despite the woman's rough jerking on her horns, she continued her affectionate torment. Sealing her lips around Kat's little pleasure button, she gently sucked on it while exhaling a heated breath that tickled those coarse hairs, her slimy tongue swirling around the sensitive nub. The tail at the back of her skull swung around, lashing at the noxian's hands briefly to dissuade such harsh yanks, even while she kept Katarina writhing in ecstasy and barely able to restrain herself. While her lips busied themselves with the assassin's clit, her fingers took over where her tongue had left off, stroking the folds of her pussy gingerly. Careful not to cause any harm, she slipped two claws inside, fingering her slit while suckling on her bead.

"Fffuck, fuck fuck!" Katarina just kept cursing repeatedly, leaning back and breathing more heavily. Even if she stopped pulling on them, she still used the dragon's horns like a pair of handlebars, keeping her face steady.

Not that Shyvana seemed to mind. Her forehead pressed against Katarina's baby bump, her nose inhaling deeply of her scent while she flicked her tongue back and forth across her clit. It was more than the woman could stand. Before long a delirious grin spread across her features and she cried out in ecstasy. Wracked by a full-body shudder, her limbs twitched uncontrollably as a powerful orgasm rocked her to the very core. Left panting heavily, she laid her head back against a pillow and rested an arm over her eyes, gasping to recover her breath.

The rattling of metal kept Katarina alert throughout her post-orgasmic bliss. Lifting her arm, she peeked out from under it to watch Shyvana strip off some of her armour. The plated skirt and her chest plate fell away to expose more of the mixed-species' unusual physique. Though nowhere near as muscular as Kayle, the half-dragon was still well-toned, moreso than Katarina had been even before the perpetually horny dragon had ruined her figure. The most unusual thing about her was her skin though. Besides it's unnatural blue-grey hue, her entire body was covered with lines of scales and hard ridges. They dotted her otherwise ordinary human skin in natural patterns that at different times resembled tattoos, scars, or something altogether alien, depending on the angle and the lighting. Though unusual to behold, Katarina had to admit there was a strange beauty to rows of scales interspersed with normal flesh.

Then of course there was that fat dragon dick. It stood arrogantly proud and erect between Shyvana's legs, as big and hard as the day it had first been drilled into her. Katarina sighed at the sight of it. Couldn't wait ten damned minutes before whipping it out. The shemale had a ravenous sexual appetite that never seemed satisfied until neither one of them was capable of walking. Which reminded her...

"You HAVE been jerking off, right?" Katarina arched a brow suspiciously, staring at the dragon's engorged member. "I'm not having a repeat of the last time."

Shyvana sneered and shrugged, a mock look of guilt on her face. "Oops, completely slipped my mind. Just been so busy, haven't had the time." Still grinning, she crawled overtop the assassin, letting Katarina feel her aching hardness rubbing against her swollen belly. "But that's alright, because I have such a wonderfully eager slut to tend to my needs."

Katarina threw her head back and suppressed the urge to scream in frustration. She still clutched at her hair though, pulling at her crimson locks til it hurt. Great, to top it all off, the stupid lizard was pent-up too. As if she wasn't bad enough on a normal day.

"Well, tough luck for you. We've been over this. She's getting too big for you to keep ruining her home." Katarina scowled bitterly, running her palms over her protruding stomach, wincing as she felt the barest kick from her unborn daughter. A sneaky visit from an illicit mage had already deciphered the child's gender and delivered the news that they could expect a wonderful little girl... If it could even be called that. Shyvana's mixed blood ensured that the child would be carrying her... unique assets.

"Oh, well then, it's a good thing my little treasure box has a number of openings for me to plunder." Still smirking, Shyvana gently nudged Katarina onto her side. Getting the hint, and rolling her eyes at the terrible pun, the assassin pushed herself up, the half-dragon helping to lift her onto her hands and knees.

Shyvana wasted no time mounting her lover from behind. Arms wrapping around the noxian's chest, she eagerly kneaded her hefty bosom while mashing her pelvis into Katarina's shapely ass, letting the woman feel her scaly dick grinding against her cheeks. Rocking back and forth, the half-dragon growled, savouring the sensation of the human's smooth skin against her sensitive ridges, her incessant grinding slowly pushing her thick staff into the cleft of Katarina's ass. Shifting her weight forward, she flattened the redhead's cheeks with her pelvis, the cushy globes squeezing her dick between them.

Katarina huffed, resting her forearm in front to try and brace herself against Shyvana's shoves. She bit her bottom lip, feeling those hard bumps lining her dick scraping up and down the crack of her ass. A glob of molten precum was already dribbling from the pointed tip, running down the length of the shaft and being smeared along Katarina's ass. Damnit, just how pent-up was she?

Shyvana's own more modest bosom was soon squashing against Katarina's back. It cushioned the redhead's spine while she kneaded the woman's breasts, the pliant mounds molding to her grip. Leaning her head forward, the half-dragon nibbled at her prey's shoulderblade, peppering it with kisses that travelled towards her neck. The tender affection made Kat gasp and relax, making things easier for the dragon as she lined her cockhead up with the assassin's pucker. Another fresh glob of prejizz spilled out, the hot, slimy sensation making the girl beneath her shudder. Before she could tense back up, Shyvana pushed forward, wedging the tip of her spear inside her snug hole.

Katarina gasped and Shyvana moaned as the tight ring of muscle flexed instinctively, trying to repel the intruder but only managing to squeeze it more tightly. Immediately, Shyvana returned to kissing her, nipping at her exposed neck gently. One of her hands released its deathgrip on her mate's tit, sliding down to stroke and caress her pregnant belly, clawtips gently dancing across her skin. She waited patiently for her to ease up again, and when she did, Shyvana steadily started pushing forward, slipping inch after inch of cock into the woman's ass. One by one her ridges forced their way past Kat's anal ring, stretching it wider to accept the momentarily swell in girth.

Katarina grunted, then bit a finger to stifle any further groans of discomfort. Even after so many times, it was hard to adjust to the sheer size of the dragon's dick, especially when it wrenched open her tight ass. It wasn't unusual to be left a gaping mess by time Shyvana was through, and it was only thanks to her frequently being called away for extended periods of time to serve the kingdom that she even was given the time to heal in between, which only served to give the half-dragon a tight hole to wreck again when she inevitably returned.

Inch after inch of dragon dick probed deeper and deeper into her guts, each ridge widening her hole and scraping her insides. Finally, with nearly a foot of cock crammed inside her, rearranging her insides to make room, she felt Shyvana bottom out, her scaly nuts bouncing off her doughy ass.

"Heh, you took that much easier than usual. You haven't been letting anyone else have a go while I've been away, have you?" The half-dragon growled playfully, lips curled into a sneer.

"Are you kidding? It was a week before I could sit down again after the last time. I need all the time I can get just to recover." Katarina retorted through clenched teeth, her ass flexing and giving Shyvana's dick a firm squeeze.

"Ooooh... G-goooood!" Shyvana moaned in delight, another squirt of precum oozing into her bowels. "A dragon likes to hoard her treasure all to herself."

Snickering, the draconic demacian slowly started to pull back, growling pleasantly as her sensitives ridges dragged along Katarina's innards, catching on her insides and tugging on them. Despite her attempts at gentleness, the pleasant warmth and those tightly gripping walls gradually drew the feral beast out of her. Her fingers flexed, knuckles tensing, sinking those sharp tipped digits deeper into the soft meat of Kat's breast, scratching lightly across her gravid belly. Gritting her teeth and hissing, Shyvana rocked her hips forward and thrust the full length of her dick inside of her lover once again, colliding with those cheeks hard enough to make them ripple from the impact. The assassin's entire body swayed towards the headboard of the bed, her free breast bouncing.

"Hey, c-careful now..." Katarina grimaced, even as Shyvana's hips were starting to pick up speed. Fuck, she was already recognizing the signs. The idiot dragon was only just getting started and already she was losing control of herself. Quickly she threw both hands up towards the headboard, bracing herself against it for what she knew was to come, her own muscles flexing as she had to push with all of her strength to keep her skull from being slammed into the bedframe as the half-dragon quickly grew ruthless with her thrusts. Each powerful hilt making those hefty, scaly nuts of her's smack off of Kat's ass, the ridges of her dick painfully scraping the lining of her colon. "Damnit Shyvana, get a hold of yourself!"

Leaning into her fuckpet, Shyvana let out an animalistic growl. Spreading her fingers apart, she grabbed a firm hold of her toy, shut her eyes, and started jackhammering her hips. They became a blur, crashing into Katarina's backside heavily, flesh slapping flesh resounding throughout the room as she ravaged the girl's asshole. Plated ridges scraped her insides raw while the half-dragon worked herself into a frenzy, exhaling steam from her nose and spurting copious strings of burning hot cum into the pregnant woman's rectum. All across her body, lines between her scales were starting to light up with a molten glow, and her pulsating cock was starting to swell even larger still. Her horns began to lengthen, a slight creaking sound being heard as her limbs were starting to elongate. Only an inch at a time, but if she fully assumed her dragon form, the growth would be explosive, in more ways than one.

"Fucking... Hell... Stop... Stop, damnit! I'm not... invulnerable anymore... If you transform... you'll kill me!" Katarina winced, screwing her eyes shut as she used up all her strength just to keep her face from bashing the surface in front of her. Cracking one eye open, she spotted a metal gleam resting atop a nightstand next to the bed. Bracing her right forearm against the headboard, she clenched her jaw and reached her left hand out, fingers outstretched, shaking. Almost, almost...

Her fingers knocked a lamp over as they swept across the nightstand and curled around the object of her desire. Dagger in hand, Katarina twisted her spine and whirled around, jamming the honed edge of the blade right up against Shyvana's throat. "I said stop!"

The cold metal against her scaly neck brought Shyvana's thrusts to an instant half. She went still, cock still sheathed in her lover's rear, throbbing painfully hard within those tight confines. The half-dragon snorted, steam billowing from her nose while she waited for Katarina to make the next move. When she didn't immediately jab the knife into her jugular, she slowly started to draw her hips back, withdrawing her dick from that vice grip.

"That's right, slo-oh-ohly... T-take it easy now..." Katarina huffed, a soft shudder interrupting her words. When Shyvana was halfway out, she flicked the blade, lifting it half an inch higher and running it along the half-dragon's jawline. "Now back in. Slowly." She emphasized, neck craned so she could maintain eye contact with her, her gaze as cutting as any blade.

With the slightest of nods, Shyvana did as she was bid, moving her palms to Katarina's hips to hold her steady while she cautiously eased her dick forward again. Once more it sunk into the red head's bowels, leaving the pregnant noxian to curl her toes and moan softly.

"Yeah, just-just like that. Take it easy, take it slow." Katarina huffed, now in complete control of the situation, a reversal that, judging by the way her dick pulsated and squirted, Shyvana was not opposed to. Working that ribbed cock back and forth, the half-dragon slowly started to work up a rythym once more, albeit one that was slower and more steady than the brutal pistoning she'd unleashed before. As her pace slowed, her body ceased its transformation, the few inches of growth she'd undergone reverting back to normal.

When the speed of her hilting thrusts met her satisfaction, Kat finally pulled the dagger away from the dragon's neck, though she kept a tight hold over it just in case she lost control again. Knife clenched in her fist, she punched it into the mattress to her side and let her head hang low, red locks draping around her face. A steady series of quiet grunts worked their way out of her own throat as she endured the half-dragon's more restrained lusts, her toes curling as her ass was reamed. She'd never openly admit it, but she come to enjoy taking it up the ass... within reason. She still occasionally needed to draw the line.

Resting her weight atop her lover's back once more, Shyvana slid the claws of her left hand up Katarina's side, carressing her skin. She didn't linger over her mate's breast this time, instead reaching higher, carressing the assassin's jawline, cupping her chin and turning her head to face her. Gazing into those emerald eyes for a moment, Shyvana lunged forward to capture those red lips in a fearsome kiss, unleashing all her pent up burning need into that embrace even while she kept her hips moving at a more steady pace. Sharp teeth pinched Katarina's lower lip, tugging on it, before Shyvana jammed her longer, stronger tongue down her throat to effortlessly bully the woman's smaller muscle around.

Gagging on the half-dragon's thick tongue, Katarina's eyes rolled upwards. Each movement of that slick muscle making a wet gluck gllk glup while Katarina's throat spasmed around her, her airway constricting and squeezing, naturally trying to dislodge the intruder and managing only to gulp down a few mouthfuls of Shyvana's saliva. Her arms trembled and she finally dropped the knife, brushing it aside and letting it clatter as it fell off the bed and hit the floor. Twisting her upper body just a little bit more, she reached her now free hand up and wrapped her arm around Shyvana's neck and shoulders, hanging on for dear life. Her long eyelashes fluttered shut, and she braced herself, working up the energy to 'fight back' in earnest, her tongue pushing back against the draconic invader, wet slaps filling her maw as she lifted it up and pushed it back, using her own tongue to drag Shyvana's out of her throat to let the two entwine in earnest.

Months ago, just the thought of participating in their lovemaking would've made her want to retch. When she'd first arrived in Demacia and made the arrangements to stay in exchange for providing 'release' for Shyvana's tensions, she'd tried to just lay back and endure it, silent and listless, hoping to discourage them by being just the lousiest fuck imaginable. At the end of the day though, the dragon didn't seem to give a damn if the woman she was rutting was as active as a limp noodle and was content just to get her rocks off, and as time wore on, Katarina found the experience was more bearable, and then later downright enjoyable, when she was an active participant. Now she would still protest to try and save her dignity, but to herself she had to confess she'd grown to enjoy, and at times even look forward to their trysts... at least the start of them. The half-dragon's boundless stamina always kept her going long past the point that Kat herself was ready to call it a night.

Spurred on by Katarina eagerly taking part in their kiss, Shyvana felt her loins boiling. Even though she couldn't go at the blistering pace she oh-so-wanted to move at, the willing embrace of her partner more than made up for it, driving up the heat inside her even as she worked to stifle her frenzy. Her scaly nuts swung with each thrust, clapping her lover's ass hard enough to make them ripple, and those densely packed orbs pulsed and grew hotter as they churned out the first of what promised to be many loads this evening. Exhaling a smoky breath through her nose, Shyvana growled like a feral beast, sharp teeth pricking at Katarina's lips as she mashed their mouths together so fiercely that it was as if she was trying to devour Kat's face. Allowing herself to move her hips just a little bit faster, she reared back and crashed her pelvis into the noxian's ass with her full force once, twice, three times, and then held it there, her spear tip lodged deep within her partner's guts as it fired its molten payload into her stomach from the wrong end.

Katarina groaned, perspiration shimmering on her skin as a sweltering heat suffused her body, radiating from her belly outwards. Her skin grew clammy and her hair damp as she broke into a heavy sweat. It felt like she was in a sauna all of a sudden... or that she was a sauna, her insides growing as hot as an oven with each pulsing spurt of cum the half-dragon spewed inside of her, her ribbed cock swelling with each string of steaming ballslop that spilled out of it. Each throb digging those hard ridges deeper into Katarina's tightly gripping ass, those poor deluded sperm mistakenly believing it was her softer, more inviting cunt they were being loosed into instead of being wasted into the noxian's ass.

Oh well, Shyvana thought to herself, there'd be plenty more to empty into that hole just a little bit later.

Breaking the kiss at last, Katarina let her head hang low, her breath shallow and gasping. The warmth spreading through her body was intense, sweat rolling off of her like she'd just run a marathon. All the while Shyvana just slumped against her back, chest rumbling with contentment as she savoured her moment of release, bloodred lipstick marks smeared around her own mouth and chin. If her stomach hadn't already been swollen with their growing progeny, Katarina was sure her belly would've looked bloated anyways with the sheer volume of spunk now clogging her insides. Hell, she suspected her stomach might've been hanging a bit lower anyways, as the half-dragon's claws swept across it and gingerly caressed it. Certainly it suddenly felt a lot heavier.

Both women groaned in unison, one with strain and the other with delight, as Shyvana finally withdrew her prick from Katarina's ass, leaving her hole briefly gaping in its wake. It was gummed up with so much cum that nothing was visible through that widened hole beyond the dense pearly nut pooled within the rim. Viscous globs oozed out and spilled down her ass and thighs now that Shyvana's cock wasn't there to keep her plugged up, the slimy sensation making her legs tremble. With another groan, Katarina rolled herself onto her side, while Shyvana sat back on her haunches to catch her breath, dick still stiff as steel and angrily pulsing in the dim light, coated in layers of cum with more still dribbling from her slit.

It was the half-dragon that recovered first, grinning at her prone mate while she climbed overtop of her. Left hand encircling the base of her draconic shaft and giving it a squeeze, she angled it downwards, smearing her semen along Katarina's belly as she slid it downwards.

"Don't-don't you dare..." Katarina rasped, still gasping for air, her heavy chest rising and falling with each laboured breath, swollen mammaries sagging with the added weight they'd developed over the months.

"Don't dare whaaaat?" Shyvana crooned innocently.

"That thing was just inside my ass!" Kat snarled, rolling onto her back and propping herself up with her elbows. "Don't you even think about trying to slide that into my pussy. I will cut it off. Go clean up."

Shyvana just shrugged her shoulders with a smug grin. "If you insist."

Too late, Katarina caught the mischievous glint in the half-dragon's eye. In an instant, Shyvana pounced on top of her. Twisting around to face her own scaly ass towards the headboard of the bed, the dusk skinned woman dropped her scaly nuts into Kat's face, smothering her eyes and nose with them and gripping the red-head's skull with her muscular thighs. When the noxian gasped in surprise, Shyvana quickly angled her dick downwards, and drove that angular tip straight past those painted up lips of her's.

"What's wrong? I'm just doing as you asked." Shyvana said with a smirk, balancing her weight on the balls of her feet and squatting down to sink her cock deep into Kat's throat, visibly stretching the assassin's neck out into the shape of it. "Just putting my cockwasher to good use."

Immediately, Katarina winced, her eyes screwing shut and watering in disgust, making her mascara run. Thankfully the only thing she could taste was the dragon's cum. Much to her dismay, this was not the first time Shyvana had done this, not by a long shot, forcing Katarina to prepare in advance for the possibility, nay, inevitability that she'd do it again. As such, she employed every magical and mundane means she could to keep her ass clean enough to eat off of, though it never made the act any less degrading.

Clawed fingertips stroked along her neck now, gingerly cradling her neck and tracing the outline of Shyvana's dick stretching it outwards. Katarina's watering eyes narrowed as she felt those powerful digits apply a bit more pressure to her throat, the half-dragon squeezing her dick through her skin, forcing her throat muscles to grip it tighter even as she cut off Kat's airway, forcing her to hold her breath until her lungs burned. At the very least, not being able to breathe meant she wasn't forced to inhale the sweat from Shyvana's nuts for the time being, as those scaly orbs smothered her nostrils, squashing against her nose. They were so dense and plump that they completely covered it up, spilling over to obscure her eyes as well, so that those pulsating spheres were the only thing she could see.

Suffocating on that foot long cock, Katarina's throat convulsed, muscles spasming and flexing around it, squeezing it in a vice grip. All the while Shyvana cooed, her palm and fingers sliding up and down Katarina's slender neck as if she was jerking herself off through it. Her shaft throbbed inside the wet fucksleeve that was her esophagus, each pulse of blood racing through it briefly swelling it even thicker, the arrow-shaped tip spewing globs of precum each time it was squeezed. When at last she craved the feel of friction grinding against her dick, Shyvana drew her hips back, the ridges of her cock raking across Kat's vocal cords until her crown was wrenched free of her throat, spurting another thick jet of her excitement across the red-head's tongue on its way out. More lipstick marks were left smeared behind, this time forming a red ring around the base of the half-dragon's dick.

Shyvana paused, the air feeling that much colder against her exposed shaft after it had just been sheathed in such a warm tunnel. She resisted the urge to just slam it back in immediately though, giving Katarina time to gasp and thrash beneath her, desperately sucking in lungfuls of air through the cobwebs of spit, cum, and throat slime stringing together the walls of her throat. Each breath was wet and raspy, forced to heave multiple times just to get a single breath through all the syrup clogging her airway. Shyvana waited with an eager grin, swaying her hips and letting her inhuman shaft dance before Kat's bleary eyes until she'd judged her mate had had enough air, then before Katarina could protest, she quickly tipped her dick downwards once more and slammed it right back down her throat.

This time, she didn't just hold her hips in place. Having given the noxian all the time to adjust that she intended to, the impatient dragon started to rock her hips. Powerful claws gripping Kat's shoulders, both to steady herself and also to pin the assassin down, Shyvana started to thrust in earnest, her pointed cock boring its way through Katarina's slick airway, drilling deep enough to lodge her tip somewhere in the girl's chest. The first few thrusts were slow but powerful, her hips colliding with Katarina's face hard enough to make her balls recoil off her nose from the impact. Before long though, the half-dragon's pelvis was moving faster, the bed creaking underneath them as each slam made the frame rock. Each thrust bounced her nuts off of the assassin's face, a heavy SMACK as those full orbs collided with Kat's eyes and nose, not even lingering long enough to smother her before Shyvana's swinging hips lifted them back up. Driving them forward again, her spunktanks briefly hung in the air before following after the dragon's hips, swinging down to batter Kat's face with the weight of a pair of grapefruits. The steady beating of those plump spheres against her skull left her dazed, struggling just to breathe when she could in those brief half-seconds that Shyvana's cockhead was dragging along her tongue instead of through her esophagus.

With trembling hands, Katarina reached up to grasp Shyvana's thighs, digging her nails into them as deep and as hard as her quaking arms could manage, trying to send the fuck-crazed half-dragon any sign she could that she needed more air. Undeterred, the dragon just kept gouging out her throat with her dick, thrusting with even more haste, the pain only managing to excite her more. Facing forward, she was treated to a perfect view of Katarina's gravid belly, the sight of it, the knowledge that she was the one to make it that way, only driving her lust to ever higher peaks. She couldn't even see Katarina's face steadily reddening as she struggled for air, sweat and spit gluing strands of red hair to her forehead and cheeks while her makeup made a dark, sloppy mess around her eyes and streaked up her brow.

GLUK GULK GLUP GLK

The wet sounds of Katarina gagging on her cock was lyrical to Shyvana's ears. Each lurid thrust accompanied by the wet shlucking sounds of damp air squeezing past crevices between walls of flesh and Shyvana's throbbing pillar of draconic meat. Right hand releasing its hold on Katarina's shoulder, the half-dragon slid it forward to carress her belly instead, fingers drumming the taut skin while her palm roamed across it. Holding the underside of that swell, Shyvana used it as her new hold, feeling the life growing within even as she threatened to end Katarina's by choking her on her cock. Still those wet sucking sounds continued, audible GULPs as Kat's neck muscles tried to swallow around her shaft as if that would remove the choking hazard. Instead all it did was help to milk the dragon's dick, squeezing it from base to tip, rippling walls of flesh tugging on the length of it.

Throwing her head back and arching her spine, Shyvana growled with feral lust. Letting her eyes drift shut, she filled her mind with thoughts of swollen, pregnant bellies, of Kat bloated even larger with an entire clutch of her spawn, bred again and again, a brood mother for dragons. Together with the way the borderline unconscious woman's throat desperately squeezed her dick, it was enough to push her over the edge. Slamming her hips forward one more time, she mashed her sack into the noxian's face, smothering her nose and eyes both with those softball sized spheres, letting her feel the weight of them on her face, the heat of them against her skin, making her face clammy and damp with the sweat rolling off of them. A full body shudder ripping through her, Shyvana's mouth hung open and she cried out as her second orgasm struck, cock swelling larger to accommodate the load racing through it, gagging Katarina even more before filling her stomach with its second meal of the day.

No smaller than the first load despite following up so soon after, Shyvana's virile semen spilled out in thick spurts, each rope of pudding-thick tar more than a mouthful for Katarina, and each one fired directly into her stomach. If she hadn't been more concerned with being able to breathe, she might have been relieved, or disappointed, to be deprived of the taste as it bypassed her tastebuds entirely to flood her belly. That already gravid stomach wobbled as it swelled, growing softer even as her skin got tighter, the half-dragon's gelatin-like cum taking up a proportionally larger amount of space within her now. As her belly ballooned outwards, it lost a bit of its defined shape, spilling slightly to the sides while it quivered and expanded, her swelling flesh squishing through the gaps between Shyvana's fingers as she still held it tightly.

When at last the half-dragon's balls felt noticeably lighter, and Katarina's face had turned noticeably more blue, Shyvana finally drew her hips back. The way her lover's throat still clung to her cock as she dragged it out, squeezing it so tightly and leaving it dripping wet with slime, coaxed one last rope of cum out as it withdrew from her esophagus, letting her have an overpoweringly strong taste of her salty cum afterall as an enormous glob of it drowned her tongue and filled her mouth until her cheeks were stuffed like a chipmunk's. Frantically convulsing, Kat was forced to swallow it all down in order to finally breathe, lest she drown in it. It was so dense she practically had to chew it, gulping down the halfdragon's pearly nut-pudding.

Multiple days worth of meals now consumed in a purely liquid form, Kataraina slumped back against the bed, resting her head on a pillow while sweat-slicked bangs of fiery red hair stuck to her brow. She gasped desperately for air, wheezing through thick pearly fucksyrup jamming nearly every inch of her throat. Every breath made her stomach wobble and sway, her swollen breasts heaving up and down.

For her part, Shyvana at last gave her lover a moment of genuine rest. Though her draconic shaft was still throbbing, stiff as petricite, she resisted the near overpowering urge to just immediately plunge it back into her fattened broodcow. It bobbed each time it pulsed with blood, dripping with spit and dribbling rivers of precum that dripped from the end and into Katarina's hair, marring those red locks with splatters of white. Smears of red lipstick ringed it at each of its widest points, decorating the ridges. Sweat beaded across her dusky skin, practically steaming off of her with the blazing heat of her stoked arousal, only making it that much harder for Kat to breathe through that damp, musky fog. Still, the half-dragon had enough control not to actively want her pet to die, and so she restrained herself and let the girl suck deep breaths of sweaty salt-tinged air.

Resting a hand atop Katarina's head, she gingerly stroked her hair, clawed fingers tenderly combing through it in hopes of helping her to relax and catch her breath. Nevermind that she was also streaking more of her cum through those fiery tresses and further drenching her mate in her own potent scent. She kept this up for several agonizing minutes, her cock aching the entire time, blood boiling, shaft throbbing with pent up fury, demanding its lust be sated, to be buried within the noxian's soft insides, squeezed and gripped and milked. Shyvana merely exhaled steam from her nose and kept her composure though, not even so much as jerking herself off as she focused her attention wholly on helping her lover recover, stroking and petting her until her breathing steadied, until her heaving chest calmed.

There was a tingling in Katarina's extremities that presaged her breath slowing. She didn't even realize she had been starting to go numb from lack of air, and now as vital oxygen slowly circulated through her system again, even if it did stink of the half-dragon's nut, her limbs were starting to wake up. The numbness turned to an uncomfortable sting as her circulation returned to normal. She also found her vision was blurry, marred by more than just sweat and hair and ruined mascara. Her mind had to fight against the tide of unsconsiousness to remain awake, a struggle she couldn't afford to lose. There was no telling how brutal the half-dragon might get with her unconscious form if she wasn't awake to knock some sense into her after all.

Strength recovering, Katarina lifted herself up with her elbows, propping herself up and looking down at her stomach, swollen even more than before. She didn't merely look pregnant now, she looked like she was carrying octuplets, and about to give birth. She groaned, the added weight to her stomach immobilizing her on her back, limiting her ability to reposition herself. Her milk-laden breasts were being pushed up higher by the swell in her stomach, so that they too looked more pronounced as a result. Turning her head, she looked to her side and caught a glimpse of the dragon's dick, pulsing angrily, spitting precum, anxiously awaiting the moment they could continue. Then she glanced up into Shyvana's face. She saw the way the half-dragon looked at her with a ravenous expression, fangs sinking into her bottom lip and chewing on it while drool trickled down the corners of her mouth. Katarina was actually impressed she was still managing to hold herself back. Her breasts rose one more time and fell heavily as she breathed a sigh.

"Alright. This is what you want, isn't it?" With another groan as she lifted herself up higher, trying to prop herself against the headboard, Katarina spread her thighs apart. Reaching her arms around her near gelatinous belly, she cautiously tried to lift it up a bit, exposing her pussy and the accompanying red carpet to the half-dragon. "Just be careful, okay?"

Shyvana snorted, curls of smoke rising from her nose. The offer was made, and she was going to take advantage before Katarina had the chance to regret it and change her mind. She rolled on top of her, Kat grunting and widening her eyes from the sudden added pressure of Shyvana's weight atop her belly, before parking her knees between Kat's thighs and using them to forcibly wedge them apart. Sharp-clawed fingertips gingerly stroked along those thick legs, gripping them tightly, feeling the meat of her thighs, while an altogether different sort of meat bobbed and smacked the underside of Katarina's belly.

With a wicked sneer, Shyvana pressed her face up close to her lover's, looking at the way her make-up ran down her cheeks. All the work she'd put into dolling herself up utterly ruined now after that vicious facefuck. Still, the half-dragon wasn't satisfied, not when there was still another hole to fill, and multiple loads churning within her balls waiting to fill it. Letting go of Kat's legs, Shyvana used her left hand to brace herself against the bed to her lover's side, not wanting to put too much strain upon her gravid belly, while her right hand squeezed her slick cock. Squeezing and stroking it, she spread all the slop still plastered across it over its entire surface, working it under and within the gaps that formed between the little ridges and bumps lining her shaft. Each jerk of her hand was accompanied by a lurid sqwilch, a series of wet shlucking sounds that paled in comparison to the ones Katarina's pussy was about to be making.

Kat bit her bottom lip, her face flushed, both from exertion and embarrassment. Embarrassed to be at the half-dragon's mercy now and always, embarrassed that she actually wanted to feel that cock filling her up. She had needs too, even if they weren't nearly so omnipresent as the dragon's, and right now her puffy lips were aching to be stretched, to have her insides filled. She knew they'd soon be filled far, far more than she actually desired, but it was the cost of getting any at all in her current predicament. To her surprise though, Shyvana was teasing the moment out, her shaft lingering as she steadily aimed it at Kat's waiting entrance, but never pushed it through.

That would never do. Shyvana wasn't the only one worried about Katarina changing her mind.

With a shaky hand, Katarina reached out and grabbed Shyvana by the back of her head, and to the half-dragon's great surprise, drew her down into a kiss. Fiery amber eyes opening wide and lighting up like molten magma, Shyvana rolled her lengthy tongue into Katarina's maw to stuff it, swirling it around the human's smaller muscle before stuffing it straight down her throat to gag her once more. Then, in the moment when Katarina gurgled and moaned, the half-dragon finally lurched forward with her hips, sinking the tapered tip of her cock into those tender folds.

Even tender felt inadequate to describe the sensation Shyvana felt engulfing her cock as she pushed it deeper into her lover's cunt. It felt she was sliding it through a tunnel formed of melted butter. The walls that gripped her was so heavenly soft and moist, gripping her shaft even as her ridges flared and became more pronounced. When her hips drew back, they naturally tried to catch on the noxian's insides, and yet they were so slick and pliant it felt like they just couldn't grab hold, instead smoothly gliding back out, Katarina's arousal added to the slimy mess dripping off of it.

The muscles in her left arm tensing up, Shyvana arched her back, breaking the kiss as she snapped her head back and let out an embarrassingly meek moan of her own. So much warmer, softer and more inviting than she was used to, she felt like she had no control over herself. Even less so than usual. Her ass flexed as her hips drove forward again, wasting no time in pushing nearly every inch of her dick inside. There was no resistance, no struggle, at least not until she was over two thirds of the way there and just straining to fit the last couple inches inside, Katarina's cervix refusing to yield any space to it. Yet even unable to fit the entirety of her shaft, that blissful grip felt like it was almost enough for her. Almost.

Drawing her hips back, Shyvana growled into that feral kiss, her drool running down Katarina's chin while her tongue probed deeply enough to be visible through her throat, pushing it outwards. Tilting her head and smacking their lips together, the half-dragon followed suit by making their pelvises do the same, slamming right up against Kat's cervix. It was always tough to pierce, a place no dick was ever actually meant to go, but now it was locked up tighter than usual. None of that stopped Shyvana from trying, driven onwards by that sleeve of flesh tailor-made to her shaft, long ago molded to the shape of her cock, fitted to it and it alone. Her angular crown battered that barrier, demanding entry, and the increasing force of the half-dragon's thrusts made Katarina's cum-bloated belly ripple from each impact.

Every collision of their hips made that swollen stomach roll upwards, bouncing away from Shyvana's abs, lifting Katarina's breasts with it to make them bob and jiggle to the same rhythm. The red-head's entire body was rocking back and forth atop the bedspread, the frame creaking while the headboard started slamming against the wall. The banging would've been easily heard in the next room over were her little private prison not alone in this isolated tower, allowing them to be as loud as they wanted. A privilege both were taking advantage of as Shyvana's growling moans and Katarina's choking gurgles both rose in volume.

Lifting her arms above her head, Katarina braced herself against the headboard with her hands to keep her own head from being slammed into it by the force of the half-dragon's thrusts. She let out a wet cry for air around Shyvana's tongue, a straining groan as fresh tears streaked down her cheeks, and to her relief the dragon heeded it. That lengthy muscle slurping out of her throat with a lurid schlorp, only for Shyvana to start dragging it across her face like a beast, making Katarina recoil.

"Nnngh, disgusting, you're ~uuuuunnngh~ not a dog!" She scowled, recoiling her face away even as the dragon's dick ridges raked across one of her weak points.

"Don't... ~Mnnngh~ Don't care." Shyvana moaned, tasting her lover's salty tears and sweat both, further destroying what was left of the make up applied to her face.

One of the half-dragon's arms moved to cradle that jiggling cumgut, not even to hold it steady, merely to feel it quiver in her grasp, the way it sloshed, it's dense, sludgy contents shifting inside it. Were she even a little bit less concerned for the baby, she'd likely have smacked it just to watch it quake some more. As it was she had to settle for the way Katarina's taut flesh wobbled on its own. That plus the silken grip around her shaft, those pliant walls being pushed apart, every wrinkle and crevice stretched taut.

Arching her back, Shyvana paused her thrusts for just a moment, shimmying her hips before pushing one more time, slowly but forcefully. Katarina winced, clenching her jaw and grinding her teeth, practically foaming at the mouth as the dragon shoved with sheer determination to fully sheathe her cock inside. No matter what, the noxian's cervix wouldn't yield, but that didn't dissuade her. The way her body stretched and strained to take her previous loads without breaking, only made her more determined. Those last few inches slowly disappeared within Kat's stretched cuntlips, the final, widest ridge towards the base straining her the furthest while the length of Shyvana's dick, unable to penetrate her womb, instead relocated it, stretching Kat's tunnel in more ways than one as she pushed her baby chamber higher up into her swollen belly to make more space for her cock.

The sheer ecstasy of having every ridge engulfed made Shyvana thrash her head around and groan. Each one wider than the last, those bumps strained Katarina's lower lips to their limit, wrapped as tightly as a condom around the girthiest one, so that moving it back and forth within her was a struggle. Hooking her arms underneath her lover's, Shyvana crossed them over her back and held her tightly, leaning down on top of her until their breasts squished together. The noxian's were so much larger than her's now, so much heavier and denser, that Shyvana's bust was flattened while Katarina's squished to the sides. The half-dragon went for another kiss while slowly but steadily rocking her hips, grinding inside her, only moving a single inch back and forth but savouring the friction all the same.

Eyes rolling up into her skull, Katarina let out a pained gurgle. The dragon's tongue didn't choke her this time, but the way her insides were rearranged, literally pushed aside to make space for that dick, filled her with a deep, wincing ache. At the same time though, the way her pussy streeetched, the way those hard ridges dug into her softened walls to press harder into tender bundles of sensitive nerves, it more than dulled that pain, sending overpowering little jolts up her spine that made her writhe. The draconic ribs kept mashing into every sweet spot, those shallow thrusts making them grind and press harder into those pleasure centers, until at last Katarina was treated to an orgasm of her own. Her insides clenched, gripping Shyvana's cock in a grip so tight that each of her thrusts merely slid Kat across the bedsheets rather than moving inside of her. She moaned into the lurid kiss, gurgling around Shyvana's tongue and gulping down a mouthful of her spit. Her eyes fluttered as her body was wracked, and then those tightly squeezing walls began to quiver uncontrollably, alternately flexing and relaxing, squeezing in some places and releasing in others, giving the dragon's shaft a full-length massage.

For her part, Shyvana was overjoyed by the goofy, fuck-drunk expression crossing over Kat's face. Even once she broke the kiss and lifted her head, Katarina's tongue hung down her chin, drooling all over herself with a guttural moan that was borderline musical to the enthusiastic dragon. Slamming her palms down to either side of her lover, she braced herself and started to rut faster, harder. It wasn't fair for Katarina to hit that blissful peak all by herself, now was it?

Working herself into a frenzy, she started to thrust like it was a race, fighting against the impossibly snug grip of Kat's pussy. All of the half-dragon's muscles flexed, rippling across her body as she put her all into crashing her hips into that heavenly cunt again and again. The spade-tip boring into her fleshy walls repeatedly, striking her cervix with every thrust, keeping it from resetting back into place.

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Her balls made wet smacking sounds as they crashed into Katarina's ass, making those softened cheeks ripple with each impact before her nuts bounced off of them. Damp with spit and cum, they left a sticky residue behind, swinging like a pendulum whose tempo was steadily increasing. Then at last Shyvana arched and threw her head back, screaming her vocal chords hoarse with a draconic roar that boomed from her human mouth. Smoke and fire both spewed from her throat, leaving charred black marks and sparks dancing across the stone walls. Letting out every ounce of her pent-up fury and lust that she could short of actually transforming, her balls pulled tighter against her body, and she unloaded for the third time.

Despite two prior orgasms already, the latest was the largest yet. Each jet of cum so thick and dense that her cock struggled to push it out. It pulsated and flexed inside of Katarina, swelling with the payload that fought to force its way up her shaft, only digging those ridges deeper into the assassin's buttery walls. Her narrow cockhead kissed the entrance to Kat's womb, pressing firmly against it. Even if she couldn't penetrate it directly, the tight seal ensured that, when at least her cum erupted from her slit, it was forced directly into the noxian's baby chamber, globs of cum squeezing through like it was escaping from a tube of toothpaste before the flood began in earnest. Each dense spurt filled her womb with near-molten sludge, giving their unborn a heated bath while forcing its home to expand.

Katarina gulped and gurgled as her womb, already aching from the abuse, began to swell. Her stomach, already bloated beyond compare, wobbled as it ballooned even larger still. Not only did her bulging belly rise upwards, but her sagging flesh spilled to the sides as well, all the dragon's liquid genetic code forcing her womb to grow in all directions. It wasn't bad enough there was so much of it, but it was so warm too. Kat swore her belly was starting to glow from just how heated the dragon's jizz was... or maybe that was just the shimmer of sweat dampening every inch of her skin. It was hard to tell at this point.

Chewing her bottom lip, Shyvana let out a groan as her balls pulled taut and just fired off rope after rope of pearly fucksludge, packing it all into Katarina's cervix. That sloshing, jiggling belly was grow so large that it pressed back against the half-dragon, lifting her up as it expanded, and instead of planting her palms on the bed, Shyvana instead wrapped them around that surging balloon of flesh, sinking her fingers into its squishy mass and fondling her handiwork. Her back arched as her torso was lifted but her hips remained jammed up against Katarina's pelvis, and she had to dig her knees in and push to keep herself wedged balls deep.

Her stomach churning, Katarina winced and her eyes watered. She could feel her body hitting its limit, but still that damned dragon wouldn't quit cumming. Her cervical opening, once so tightly sealed, was starting to loosen up just so it could spill some of the excess around Shyvana's cock, a torrent of ballsnot bubbling out and streaming from her strained pussy lips before it all started to overflow en masse, and still more of it was filling her than was escaping. As her womb grew engorged, it started squishing her actual stomach, itself a balloon packed with far too much of the half-dragon's spunk. Compressing and squashing it to try and make space, Katarina's mouth began to water and her pupils shrunk to the size of pinpricks. She didn't even have time to curse Shyvana's name before all that cum she'd dumped down the noxian's throat came right back up, a fountain of white spewing from her mouth and nose, cum erupting from nearly every orifice until Kat's face was painted in thick, goopey layers of white. The salt of it all burned the inside of her nose and it was the only thing she could taste, even as she coughed up another half-dozen globs of dragon semen all over her tits.

With laboured breath, Shyvana heaved and slumped forward, letting her full weight rest atop Katarina's stomach, bloated to the size of a small bean bag chair full of pudding. Her dick let out a few final spurts, each weaker than the last, until there was nothing left but a steady trickle leaking from the end of her cock. She laid there grinning as she caught her breath, and when she peered up into Kat's jizz-mopped face, she couldn't help but laugh. Shaft growing more sensitive in the wake of orgasm, she winced and wiggled her hips, slowly withdrawing it from the assassin's pussy, leaving it a gaping chasm without her to plug it up. Immediately a waterfall of cum bubbled and slowly oozed out of her, drenching the half-dragon's nuts in warm, white slime, while she crawled forward to mash her lips to one of Katarina's engorged breasts. Tongue swirling around a nipple, she gave it a pinch with her teeth and a sharp tug, just to make the noxian squeal and writhe. Had to double check to make sure she hadn't drowned in all that cum afterall.

Lifting her hands to her face, Katarina swept them over her cheeks, her eyes, and her brow, wiping off blobs of spunk before flinging them at the half-dragon and glaring daggers at her. "I fucking told you to jerk off while you were away and not come back this pent up again," she fumed, the bitterness in her voice as potent as Shyvana's sperm.

"It's just not the saaame~" Shyvana hummed. "How am I supposed to get off without your wonderfully snug cunt? Well," the dragon ran her left hands down Katarina's side, reaching around her gut and between her thighs to shamelessly sink four fingers into her lover's ruined hole, squishing her digits into that mass of gooey cum leaking out of her. "It was snug. Maybe not anymore."

Katarina grimaced, her brow furrowing and her teeth bared. "You fucking bitch, I'm going to- Ow!" A sudden spike of pain in her abdomen cut her off and made her slam her head back into a pillow.

"What? What's wrong?" With a genuine note of concern in her voice, Shyvana stopped and lifted her head, looking into Kat's face with wide eyes.

"Fucking... your stupid brat just kicked. Hard. I'm surprised, ~whoof~" Katarina huffed. She tried to move her body, only to find she couldn't, the sheer weight of all of Shyvana's cum pinning her to the bed. "I'm surprised I could even feel it through all that disgusting slime it must be swimming through."

The worry swiftly melted away from Shyvana's face, leaving only a shit-eating grin. "Oh? Well then, I guess that must mean there's still more space in there to fill." Her fingers curled, two of them rubbing where she knew one of Kat's sweet spots was, stroking until the red-head began to thrash her head about and slam her fists into the bed.

"Don't- don't you fucking dare!"

"But I'm still sooo hooornyyyy~" Shyvana did her best to sound cutesy in her husky voice, even as she sat upright and took her cock in her free hand, guiding it towards her pet's loosened pussy.

With a look of horror in Kat's eyes and glee in Shyvana's, the half-dragon slid back inside that slimy orifice and began to rock her hips once more.

Katarina groaned and clenched her jaw. Just another couple months. That was it. Then she once she delivered the baby, she was out of there. It'd be Shyvana's problem at that point, and she could return to Noxus, in a more fit state to clear her name, and she'd never have to deal with this ever again. She just needed to suffer through it a little bit longer, she kept telling herself, and then she'd be free.

Shyvana moaned and thrust her hips, cum gushing out around her shaft with a wet squelch as she plunged the noxian's cunt. Just another couple months. That was it. Then, once Katarina delivered the baby, Shyvana would be on her again in an instant, and she'd rut her non-stop until she was pregnant all over again. She'd never let the noxian leave, she'd be bearing the half-dragon's children for the rest of her life. She only be able to enjoy this pregnant belly a little bit longer, she kept telling herself, and then she'd have to breed her all over again. Katarina would never be free.

There was a roar that echoed all the way down the tower, followed by Katarina's screams. The dragon was cumming again, and their night was just getting started.