Chapter 3 - The One I Couldn't Come Up With a Name For

Tags: [Futa/F] [Rape] [Reluctant] [Rough] [Silliness] [Really Bad Humour] [Lactation] [Excessive Cum] [Non-Sexual Violence] [Long] [Nipple Sex] [Cock Growth] [Weirdness] [Complete Disregard for Proper Anatomy]



This was the worst day. Ever. Of all time.

Perhaps the greatest sorceress who'd ever lived, and here she was accompanying the two most incompetent, bumbling fools she'd ever had the misfortune to encounter. Fiddling with the golden bracelets adorning her forearms, LeBlanc the Deceiver cursed her dreadful luck. Growing impatient, she began tapping her ornate staff against the ground, waiting for her 'allies' to stop playing grabass with one another.

Not even ten feet away, one of her compatriots was uselessly banging an enormous sword against a towering stone golem. The steel collided against the monster's rocky hide with a loud ding, over and over again, til the sound began grating on LeBlanc's ears. Worst of all, it was hardly even doing anything more than chipping off tiny shards no bigger than pebbles. The golem simply shrugged off the attacks and proceeded to slam its fist into its agressor's skull. Grinding what little remained of Master Yi's brain into paste, LeBlanc was sure.

The self-proclaimed master of Wuju was a nutcase. That was the only way the sorceress could describe him. He was running around in a trench coat and a helmet that looked like it was crafted for some alien creature. It covered the entire top half of his head with goggle lenses. Seven of them, all glowing bright green and looking in different directions, but only two of them seemed positioned in a way that he'd actually be able to see through them. Then there was his ridiculous boots. He had a sword strapped to each one, but he never used either. All they seemed to do was make him trip over his own feet, but near as she could tell, he thought they made him move faster. Of course, near as she could tell was not very much, as she couldn't understand a word he said. The blasted fool was speaking gibberish and refused to communicate.

"I beg your pardon, but I do believe that I called, as you commoners say it, 'dibs'."

"Hablo espanol?"

LeBlanc rolled her eyes in frustration. Then there was her other companion, waving his arms frantically, trying to dissuade Yi from slaying the golem, not that it looked like he could. Cho'Gath, so-called terror of the void. Whereas Yi was an idiotic human pretending to be some bizarre otherworldly creature, Cho'gath was truly an interdimensional horror... Doing his best to behave like some human idiot.

He towered over them all, even the golem. A lumbering ten foot brute. He was lanky, but bulky at the same time, with long, spindly, insectoid limbs, claws, talons and a large, hunched torso. His skin, if it could even be called that for it looked more like exposed tissue and muscle, was a sickening mix of red and blue splotches. This strange, alien creature was terrifying to behold, with an extra set of scythe-tipped limbs that sprouted from his back and a pair of demonic horns that burst from the side of his skull and curved forward. A thick, heavy tail trailed behind him, ending in a sharp looking spade. Most frightening of all was his enormous maw that gaped eternally, showing off his massive rows of serrated teeth. His lower jaw was so long and heavy that it was easier to let it hang open than keep it closed. Truly, this beast could easily intimidate even the most stoic and brave of champions.

And then he had to go and ruin it all by throwing on a tuxedo. Lord knows where he even found one, but somehow Cho'Gath had acquired someone's formal evening wear and insisted on wearing it. Stretched over his gargantuan frame, it was tearing at the seams. Apparently he still wasn't 'classy' enough though, so he'd gone out and found a top hat, a pipe, and a monocle to match. The whole outfit looked positively ridiculous on him, and to top it off, ever since he'd found it, he'd begun speaking in a false, british accent, proclaiming it made him more suave and sophisticated. No matter how many times LeBlanc tried to remind him that he was an eldritch abomination, he remained adamant that so long as he kept one pinky extended while devouring the corpses of his enemies, he was still a dashing 'gentleman'.

"I say, stop attacking that creature this instant! The blue rocks are mine!" Even in his fake accent, Cho'Gath's every word boomed, his voice set to max volume by default. It had this eerie, screeching echo to it as well, which was slowly driving LeBlanc mad.

Gripping Yi by the collar, Cho'Gath lifted him into the air to put a stop to his assault, but he just kept swinging his massive sword anyways, smacking the golem in the face with the flat of his blade. "Master Yi es numero uno! Ahuehuehuehuehue!"

The golem roared in annoyance, drawing strength from the quartet of mystical blue stones that were hovering and spinning around its midsection, the same glowing rocks that both Cho'Gath and Yi were after. It went to take a swing at both of them, but all Cho'Gath need do was plant his palm against the monster's face and he could hold it at bay all day with his enormous reach.

"Oh for the love of... This is getting ridiculous!" LeBlanc facepalmed, rubbing the dark makeup lines running down her cheeks from her eyes, the stress of dealing with these two getting to her. Her staff, ringed with floating violet crystals, began to glow. With nothing more than a quick wave of the weapon, the largest stone launched a glowing, pink blast of magical energy, striking the golem dead on.

The creature rumbled as magic coursed through it's very being, breaking it apart from the inside. With a loud, bestial roar, it crumbled into a pile of rubble. The magical stones that surrounded it vanishing in the blink of an eye, reappearing around LeBlanc instead. The magic that infused them ensured they would always be passed on to the one who slew their previous owner.

"My word, how rude! I wanted that!" Cho'Gath grumbled, dropping Yi and thumping his tail against the ground.

"Ques que ca? Pourquoi tu tuer le monstre?" Still speaking in tongues, Yi picked himself up off the ground and dusted off his jacket.

Straightening out her long flowing cape and adjusting its large collar, LeBlanc dismissed them both with a wave of her hand. "Neither one of you has proven yourselves competent enough to handle anything greater than one of Doran's lousy blades. Now come on, before the trail goes cold."

LeBlanc led the way as the three made their way through the forest, her golden boots crushing fallen foliage underneath. According to the info Cassiopeia had given them, one of their enemies had been foolish enough to flee into the woods surrounding their base after a run-in with the naga. The snake hadn't told them much else before parting ways, saying something about a playdate with her sister. Just another pair of fools that LeBlanc had to put up with.

She felt the gentle spring breeze blowing past her, the cool air tickling her bare, pale skin. Her outfit was hardly modest, but then, it didn't need to be. What need did she have for heavy, ugly armour when anyone who opposed her would die long before they got close? So instead the woman wore something a bit more comfortable, and much more revealing. Beneath her cloak, she was barely clad in anything more than a black spandex bra and thong, with a few strings in a web-like pattern to connect them travelling down her spine and sides, but leaving her midriff exposed. Her left leg was covered by thigh-high spandex while the other was naked, her bleached skin shielded only by a long skirt which looked like it had been cut in half, covering just her right leg and staying strapped on by a pair of belts around her waist.

Just as LeBlanc was growing to appreciate the silence, Cho'Gath had to ruin everything by speaking. "I say, how about a jaunty travelling tune? Perhaps that might make this fruitless endeavour a tad less dreary."

"Oh God, Cho'Gath, no!" LeBlanc turned to face her cohort, shaking her head rapidly and waving her arms to catch his attention.

The nightmarish horror from beyond space and time just ignored her though. "Ahe-he-hem!" Tapping a three-taloned fist against his chest and clearing his throat, Cho'Gath launched into 'song'.

"Om nom nom nom nom nom nom, 
Om nom nom nom nom nom nom nom 
Nom nom nom nom nom nom nom, 
Om nom nom nom nom nom nom. 
Om nom nom nom nom nom nom..."


LeBlanc covered her ears to try and drone out Cho'Gath's deep, bellowing, echoing voice and screamed. He was insufferable! It was like he was taking every opportunity to annoy her intentionally. "Will you just. Shut. Up!"

Cho'Gath seemed taken aback, insulted even. "My word, how rude! Master Yi, what do you think? Doesn't a catchy little ditty just cheer things right up?"

"Non non, arrete sil'vous plais!" Yi seemed a bit pre-occupied, stumbling with every step. The swords strapped to his feet clattered every time he moved, and he was constantly watching his toes to avoid tripping himself.

"I'm going to take that as a... yes?" Cho'Gath shifted his eyes back and forth uncertainly before standing upright with a cheeky grin. "Two against one, the jolly song continues! Om nom nom nom nom nom nom...!"

LeBlanc grabbed at her long, wavy, blue-violet hair, seething with rage. She was pulling on her own locks so hard that she nearly tore off the headpiece adorning her forehead, a crown with three sturdy golden strands that arched up and back along her skull like a set of thin, rectangular horns. This creature was going to drive her insane!

Just as she was about to snap, she felt a rumble beneath her feet. Just the slightest of shakes. Above her, birds took flight, fleeing the trees and taking off into the sky. Narrowing her dark eyes, LeBlanc turned her gaze to the trees, perking her ears to listen for anything suspicious. Without even glancing in his direction, she smacked the bellowing monstrosity in the shin with her staff. "Shush, quiet!"

"Oww! Why you cheeky little..."

While the startled monster began hopping on one foot in pain, LeBlanc smacked him again. "I said quiet! I'm trying to listen."

Cho'Gath howled, slamming his tail against the ground and making even more of a ruckus. "How dare you... You strike me unprovoked and then demand my silence?"

"You idiot, shut up, I think she's close..."

"Why, I should write a sternly worded letter to your summoner. Such uncouth behaviour is most unbecoming of a lass." Cho'Gath waggled an enormous finger before LeBlanc's face, as if scolding a child.

The sorceress scowled, seething with so much fury that the fires of rage were visible in her eyes. "Will you just shut up you annoying cretin?! You're going to give us away!"

LeBlanc's voice was drowned out mid-sentence by a monstrous roar. The sky just over the horizon turned red as though the very clouds were engulfed in flame, and the most ferocious looking creature any of them had ever seen flew over the trees, crashing down into the path in front of them, shaking the ground as it landed. It could only be described as a demon at first glance, an enormous horned beast set ablaze. Fire licked at the ends of its wings and nipped at its heels. A creature so large that even Cho'gath looked small in comparison. Only upon closer examination did it become clear that it was a dragon, but one far more dangerous looking than the one so often seen throughout the forest. Massive red and gold scales, thick as armour plating lined it's back, from it's reptilian head down to it's long, sinewy tail. Its legs were almost stubby for it's massive frame, but its arms were long and gangly, the membrane of its wings stretching out from them. Two enormous horns curled backwards from it's head, and it stared at them with furious, slitted pupils. Its golden eyes lit up with an almost human cunning, and everyone took a wary step back from the creature.

"Now look what you've gone and done LeBlanc!" Cho'Gath turned to snap at the dark haired woman, flexing his claws as he readied them to fight off the monstrous reptile. "All your callous shouting has gone and brought a dragon down upon us!"

LeBlanc's left eye began to twitch, her pupils shrinking as her mind finally broke, a blood-curdling scream ripping from her lips.

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"Oh boy, you have no idea how afraid I was. I thought for sure somebody else was gonna get to you first!" Tristana giggled, dropping her weapon with a loud thunk. It wasn't like she was gonna need it. Relaxing a bit, she slung off her pack, the cannon balls clanking together and a few rolling out as it slumped over. "After that little show you put on for everyone, I bet you've got quite a lot of fans just dying to meet you right now."

Katarina's face was a mask of abject horror, her skin turning a ripe shade of red. God, everyone had seen, hadn't they? All the other combatants, the summoners issuing commands and leading the battle, there was no way she'd be able to hide this. Dunking her head into the river, she was half-tempted to just drown herself, but even that wouldn't be a permanent solution to her problems.

Wading into the water, the little woman went for Kat's ankles, dragging the girl out onto the riverbank with surprising strength. But then, she needed to be strong, carrying so much gear around all the time. Katarina kicked and screamed the entire way, her breasts wobbling and clapping together as she struggled. Tristana scowled, leaning back and yanking on her legs. Grunting, she finally managed to haul the squirming red head onto the sand, despite her clawing at anything she could get her hands on.

"Get away from me!" She shrieked. "Get away you freaky blue midget!" Pulling one of her feet free, she planted her boot right in Tristana's face. Her boots were pretty much the only clothing she had left at this point.

"Oof!" Losing her grip, the yordle stumbled back, falling flat on her ass. "Well," she grumbled, climbing to her feet and dusting off her pants. "That wasn't a very nice thing to do."

Rolling onto her side, Kat tried to crawl away, but she was so weakened from exhaustion, and her chest was so heavy... She wasn't going anywhere, and they both knew it.

"You should be grateful you know! There's a lot meaner people than me who could've gotten here first." The miniscule woman rubbed her face, tending to the bridge of her cute, button nose, making sure Katarina hadn't just broken it. Thankfully, no blood, and the pain was fading quickly.

"Does that mean you're gonna just kill me and put me out of my misery?" Katarina growled, knowing full well she wasn't lucky enough for that.

"Kill you? No!" Tristana cackled dismissively, eyeing the taller woman's body, drinking in the sight of her curves and those luscious, massive tits. "I didn't bust my ass getting here first just to make you go boom. I've got something so much more fun in mind!" Stepping up beside her captive, she gave Kat's toned ass a smack, watching her flesh ripple.

The poor girl groaned and buried her head in the sand. Was there anyone on this battlefield who wasn't a lecherous pervert? Or hell, someone who's go to instinct upon seeing an enemy wasn't rape? "Ugh, I'd rather just die."

Tristana's tiny hand swept along the curve of her waist, reaching around to squeeze one of Kat's milkjugs. A goofy grin stretched the yordle's lips and she practically drooled at how soft and squishy it was. "What's wrong? I figured you'd prefer sexy fun times over, you know, death."

"I'm not some cheap gutter slut!" Katarina barked back at the walking blueberry, flailing one of her arms uselessly in her direction.

"Then why are you wandering around naked?" The yordle giggled in girlish glee. With a light nudge to the red-head's stomach, she rolled the assassin onto her back, letting her huge knockers jiggle.

Gritting her teeth, Katarina folded her arms over her bosom to steady it. Her forearms barely even covered her engorged nipples, let alone the bulging titflesh. "Not by choice!"

"Huh. You could've fooled me. You sure seemed to be getting into it with the snake lady. By the way, wasn't she, like, your sister or something? Kinky." Stepping overtop of the human, Tristana plopped down onto her belly, straddling it and grabbing her arms. Pulling them away to free her chest, she watched it shake, practically mesmerized. Each melon was bigger than her head. Hell, each one was practically the size of her whole body! Katarina may have found them repulsive, but to the tiny woman, it was the most exotic, kinkiest thing she'd ever seen. "And besides, just look at these things! You're certainly not a fighter. So I can't imagine why any team would keep you around as anything other than a cum dump."

"Why you little..." Before Katarina could finish, the yordle let go of her arms. Immediately, she moved to strangle the little girl, only to gasp and moan instead as the midget grabbed a handful of her overly sensitive breasts in each hand. Well, a handful to the yordle was little more than a big pinch to the human.

"I wish our whores grew 'em this big in Bandle City." Tristana was drooling again, smiling dreamily as she rolled and kneaded the assassin's bust. "Oh, but then, if we did, I'd probably blow a fortune on hookers. So maybe it's for the best." Grinning wickedly, she reached for Katarina's nipples. They were so swollen that she could almost wrap her entire hand around them, squeezing and tugging like she was milking a cow. "Good thing sluts like you are free!"

It was a struggle for Katarina not to just break down into a fit of screams and moans. Her nerves were still lit up with Cassiopeia's poison. The entirety of her chest tingled when her udders were tugged, skin stretching taut as Tristana tested her elasticity. Kat grit her teeth, moaning loudly each time she tried to speak. "I'm- Nngh! Not- Aaaaahh! A slut!"

The yordle shoved her head forward, mashing her face deep between the human's cushions. Drool spilled into the crevice between them while the short girl dragged her tongue across her skin. Thankfully, the naga hadn't made too much of a mess, and aside from the faint taste of sweat, she was still clean from the bath. Tristana was glad. She wouldn't want to taste any of the naga's possibly poisonous leftovers.

Here and there Tristana took little nips, planting soft kisses up and down her captive's cleavage, savouring every moment she got to spend with those lovely pillows. She pursed her lips and lightly sucked on them, leaving a trail of hickies all down their insides. Katarina's arms were splayed out to the side, her nails digging grooves in the dirt. Knees bent and head thrashing from side to side, she felt like she was slowly going mad.

"Mmnnn," Tristana moaned softly, grinding her clothed pelvis against Kat's belly. Her stubby hands roamed freely, fingers outstretched to contain as much squeezable, jiggly boob as she could. Each cry that escaped the human's lips exciting her, the yordle grew more and more eager until her military uniform began to chafe. Even with all the slack her outfit gave, it suddenly felt too tight, too confining, too hot.

Releasing those wonderful, bountiful breasts, Tristana quickly worked to peel off her shirt. So much gear to remove! Ugh, why did military gear have to be so cumbersome? She was panting heavily, tossing away gauntlets and shoulderpads, struggling to get off her top. She was in such a clumsy rush that she managed to get it caught on her big head when she tried to lift it off, cursing her large skull. Temporarily blinded, the yordle squirmed and lost her balance, falling onto her side.

Had her situation not been so dire, Katarina would have laughed. As it was, she just had to focus on getting out of there. She was humiliated enough as is, but she'd never be able to live down the shame of being the victim of one of those half-pints. She'd be a laughing stock. While Tristana was occupied, she rolled over, pushing herself to her feet unsteadily. Breasts sagging under their own weight, she carried them as best she could, stumbling like a drunk and slowly waddling away.

"Hey! Where do you think you're going?!" Tristana shouted after her, having finally managed to free herself from her army jacket. Her chest was naked, the same cheery blue shade as the rest of her body. Now Kat could see why she had such a fascination with her breasts though. The yordle's own bust was barely more than a pair of mosquito bites. A small pair of lumps that were probably fair-sized for someone of her stature, but they were tiny even compared to the human's regular size.

Biting her bottom lip, Katarina kept moving. "Help! Somebody help me goddamnit! Cassie! LeBlanc! Damnit, I'd even take help from Yi right now!" Kat yelled at the top of her lungs, putting more and more distance between her and Tristana.

"Oh no you don't. Not getting away from me that easily!" The yordle chuckled, not even feeling the need to give chase. The assassin certainly wasn't moving very quickly. Instead she reached into her sack, fishing out a small cannonball. Gripping it in both hands, she took aim at Katarina, wiggled her rump a few times, then took a step forward and hurled the heavy iron ball at the fleeing redhead. Katarina never even noticed. It made a loud clunk as it hit the ground, rolling towards her and gaining ground quickly. Plowing right through her legs, the poor girl stumbled over it, losing her balance and falling forwards.

"Woohoo! Strike!" Tristana cried out in delight, quickly bounding over to pounce before she had the chance to get up again.

"Uuunngh, could this day get any worse..." Katarina wailed, her fall cushioned by her buoyant chest. Before she could even roll onto her side, she felt a small weight tackle her behind, with just enough force to pin her hips.

"Well, I was hopin' for a bit more foreplay, but it doesn't look like you're gonna sit still for that, are ya'?" Tristana pouted, giving Kat's meaty ass a grope, running her itty-bitty hands along those smooth butt cheeks. Her palms reached higher, pressing down on the small of the human's back and pinning her while she ground her hips back and forth, rubbing her crotch against that curvy rump. At some point, the yordle had unbuttoned her pants without Katarina noticing, and now she could feel a hard lump straining through her undone fly, the bulge in Tristana's panties rubbing up against the crack of her ass.

Katarina's eyes widened, and she shook her head frantically. "Why? Why did I say that? Why?!" The more Tristana ground her pelvis against her captive's backside, the further her loosened pants slipped down her thighs, leaving her barely concealed package pressed firmly against Kat's rear. "Wh-what the hell?! You have to be joking... That can't be real, not another one!"

"Huh, you sound surprised. Don't you know anything about yordles?" Tristana rolled her eyes at the human's ignorance.

"Am I the only actual woman in this whole damned league?" Katarina wailed.

"Mnnn, it's just too bad I couldn't get to you before that scary snake lady did." Tristana muttered. Playing with the hem of her underwear, she hooked her thumb into it and tugged downwards, freeing her constrained shaft with a happy sigh. "A whore is never as tight after she's been broken in." Kicking off her panties, she let her newly freed member slide back and forth, rubbing it against Kat's skin.

Even though she couldn't see it, Katarina could feel the small woman's length slapping against her derriere. It only made sense that of the three women to abuse her today, the shortest one would have the shortest cock. And yet, the yordle's prick was still larger than the average length of any human. Listening to the meaty thwack as Tristana smacked it against her ass, it didn't seem like it took much to get her excited, her pole already fully hard. The entire length rubbing against her backside, she figured it had to be at least seven inches. Certainly enough to satisfy someone twice the yordle's size. Silently, Katarina wondered if Tristana was exceptionally large for her species, or if that was normal for a yordle. And if so, how did such little creatures take it? Or worse, what if Tristana was one of the tiny ones?! Katarina shuddered.

Her blue member trailing lower, Tristana grinned childishly. She pressed the darker, almost purple tip of her blue phallus to her captive's twat, giggling at the slick feel of her pussy lips rubbing against her crown. Katarina seemed almost resigned to her fate, giving only the barest of struggles, more for show than any serious effort to dislodge the shorty. Moaning in her squeaky voice, Tristana slowly eased her pole into the larger woman's sex, relishing how slick and wet she was. Sure, it was mostly just because she was still overflowing with snake cum, but at least it beat trying to go in dry. It meant she didn't have to hold back at all, thrusting back and forth without giving any time for Kat to get used to it.

Hands balling into fists, clenching dirt between her fintertips, Katarina grit her teeth, trying not to show any outwards signs of pleasure. Ironic for being her least human partner of the day, the yordle had the most human dick. Regular shaped, no weird bumps or strange ends. If it wasn't for her size, it'd just be like being with a regular partner. Instead, with that tiny body leaning over top of her and grabbing at her ass with stubby hands, it felt like she was getting nailed by a child, albeit a very well endowed one. It felt practically perfect inside of her. Not too huge, it didn't stretch her netherlips painfully, but was still big enough to reach deep inside her and press against her core.

Tristana stopped when she bottomed out and pulled back quickly, the rim of her cockhead scraping Kat's inner walls and dragging some of her sister's leftover cum out of her. She laid forward, resting her entire body overtop the assassin's toned bottom, her big head resting on the small of her back. Belly smacking against her ass, the yordle grabbed hold of Katarina's hips for leverage and drove herself deeper.

The sudden intrusion drove Kat into a frenzy. Oh god it felt wonderful! The little rapist was buried balls deep and rubbing against her sweet spot. Clenching her fists tighter, she whined like a bitch in heat while her unnatural breasts were squashed into the dirt by the little girl bearing down on top of her.

Tristana cackled and wedged her legs in between the larger woman's, spreading their thighs apart and leaving the human even more vulnerable. Planting her palms on either side of her waist, the commando pummeled Katarina's sex relentlessly. To anyone watching, it would have to have looked ridiculous, a girl half her size bouncing off her ass, sinking an oversized cock deep into her cunt with a dirty squish.

Tristana's little blue behind flexed each time she rammed her length down that slick, warm tunnel, moaning lewdly and drooling onto the captive killer's back. Body jumping up and down like a frog, she relished the human's sweet love canal, the way it squeezed her shaft so tightly. Katarina's insides were so soft and sticky, her internal muscles trying to milk the yordle's girth each time it kissed her cervix. Her tussled, snowy hair was looking even more dishevelled than usual, and her sapphire skin gleamed with sweat, little droplets rolling down her spine and sliding between her chiseled little butt cheeks.

Katarina wasn't really in any better shape. Her hair was once again a tangled mess, her smooth skin marred by pockets of dirt. Her tongue lolled from her lips, mouth agape with constant cries of ecstasy. She was too weak to keep trying to fight it off, so instead she just tried to forget about her humiliation, about how she was being nailed by some pintsized pipsqueak, and just focus on how gooood it felt getting stuffed by the small woman's not-so-small pole. She was on the verge of creaming herself with each downward thrust, a mix of fluids spilling from her overflowing honeypot.

The yordle could already feel her orgasm approaching. Not wanting to waste a drop, she swept her hands down Katarina's sides, lifting her hips up higher into the air. Arching her back, she angled her hips down and slammed in hard, angling for maximum penetration. With a girlish moan, her tip battered Kat's womb, spurting thick globs of precum straight into it. Tristana was upset this was going to be over so soon. She didn't get to really go all out very often. The halfpint wasn't used to being able to just sink her entire pole into someone so easily. Her own kind usually required a ton of work and preparation, and even then she'd be making their bellies bulge long before she ever got all the way in. But Katarina was taking every single inch with practiced ease.

Stretching out, Tristana couldn't resist reaching around to give those luscious, gigantic melons a squeeze. Grinning happily at the soft, malleable flesh, she bucked and hammered away, pounding Katarina like a jack rabbit. "Nnngh! You're tighter than I figured..." Bobbing her hips up and down, Tristana's balls were swinging back and forth in time with her thrusts, while wispy white pubic hairs tickled Katarina's backside. "You should seriously consider trying a new career in a whorehouse. You'd get so much business whenever the Megling Commandoes are on leave! Better than giving it away for free I bet. Just think of all the awesome titty fucks I bet you could give!"

Katarina let out an anguished cry. Was that really what lay await in her future? Her body was ruined, she couldn't fight off Shyvana, couldn't dissuade her own sister, and now she couldn't even stop a yordle from taking advantage of her. What business did she have on the battlefield? And she couldn't deny that this felt so great... Having her pussy filled again and again, her body wracked by orgasm after orgasm... And all that was stopping her was...

No! She had dignity, pride. A family name to live up to. She couldn't just let herself be used like this, she wouldn't allow herself to become some cum dumpster for any freak with a big dick, she wouldn't...!

"Aaahn! Here it coooomes!"

"Wha?" Katatina was jolted from her thoughts by a loud groan. Tristana's shaft swelled even larger inside of her, growing thicker as her sac pulled tight against her body. Screwing her eyes shut, the yordle buried her full length inside the human and exploded, filling her womb with a fresh load of cum. "Fuck!"

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With a deafening roar, the dragon opened it's maw wide and let loose a gout of flame. Screaming in panic, the sorceress just narrowly managed to avoid it, using her magic to teleport a few feet away. Master Yi was not nearly so lucky, the fire engulfing him as well as everything else in front of the monster.

Screaming hysterically, the wuju master threw himself to the ground, rolling around in the dirt to put out the fire. The poorly-secured swords strapped to his shins clattered together and sliced into his legs, only adding to his pain. "%&#*! @&%*#$^!¡!"

"Master Yi! That is not appropriate language!" Cho'Gath's booming voice rang clear, even over the dragon's bestial din. Non-chalantly, he took a few deep puffs from pipe, taking his sweet time to empty the ash from it, before just tossing the whole thing aside and charging into the fray. "Have at you, vile cur!" Swiping at the draconic fiend with demonic claws. The dragon howled in pain, then returned the favour, swinging it's massive arm in a wide arc, throwing Cho'Gath back and even catching Yi as well in its huge radius.

"Watch the fucking cleave you idiots!" LeBlanc screamed. Bringing her staff to bear, she let loose another blast of energy from it, even larger than the one before. To her dismay, it had far less effect against the dragon than it had on the golem. Turning its attention to her, the reptilian beast screeched and another torrent of fire erupted from its maw. With practiced precision and surprising speed, the sorceress fired another blast the moment the beast opened its mouth, infused with all the arcane energy she could muster, following it up with her teleportation spell. She managed to flee the flames, returning to her previous position just as the heat was singing the ends of her hair.

The second attack left the dragon reeling. Aimed straight into it's mouth, the monstrous growls and hisses died in the beast's throat. It thrashed and flailed, turning in her direction to bellow and roar. Only no sound came from it.

The magical silence alone was a boon to the witch, a brief respite in which she could finally hear herself think without distraction. It also confused the dragon for long enough that the sorceress was able to strike it again. Any second now, she expected it to turn tail and run, or preferably die, from her magical barrage. There was, afterall, very few who could survive more than a couple blasts of her sorcery.

Much to LeBlanc's dismay however, the dragon was quickly proving itself to be one of those few. It shrugged off her latest attack and charged forward, leaving a trail of fire burning in its wake. The mage panicked. Her teleportation spell was taxing to use, and she could only do it so many times before she had to stop and rest. With the dragon barreling towards her, she threw herself out of its path, rolling through the dirt as the ground behind was charred, the plantlife blackening and turning to ash. "What are you two waiting for?!" She screamed.

Her companions were just picking themselves up, ready to throw themselves back into the fray. They stood behind the dragon as it turned on LeBlanc once again.

"Watch the tail!" She cried, but too late. The behemoth turned to face the witch, its tail swinging in a wide arc behind it and tossing Cho'Gath into Yi, the towering lummox screeching as it fell upon the martial artist's blades, while Yi was crushed beneath his weight. LeBlanc dragged her palm down her visage, fingers curled and yanking on a few dangling locks of hair in frustration. "Oh my God, you stupid scrubs."

With no choice in the matter, LeBlanc turned and fled further into the forest. Roaring in silence, the dragon gave chase, following her as she led it deeper down the wooded path. Though they were slow to disentangle their limbs from one another, clumsily stumbling over each other, Cho'Gath and Yi took off in pursuit as well.

Ducking and weaving into every set of bushes along the path, LeBlanc led the dragon on a wild chase, trying to slow it down and evade its line of sight whenever she could. Risking a glance back over her shoulder. Cho'Gath was far, far behind. He slowly lumbered along, his lanky limbs encumbered by his own tuxedo, stretched so taut around his frame that it was constricting his movements. To her surprise, Master Yi was gaining ground quickly, moving so swiftly that she wondered if there was some truth to her earlier assertion about him strapping weaponry to his shins. Then, just as he had caught up to them, the lunatic ground to a halt, gripped his massive sword tightly in both hands, and started jerking it up and down, conjuring crude images of the swordsman jacking off.

LeBlanc groaned. Nothing was worth this. Life wasn't worth this. She might as well just throw herself into the jaws of the dragon now and save herself some misery. Pushing herself harder, she lured the dragon onwards with one last idea, a way she could salvage this whole fiasco. Why was everyone on her team so useless? And where the hell was Katarina when she needed her?

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"Ooooh, that was a big one!" Pulling out of Kat's sloppy, wet tunnel, Tristana grinned as her syrupy cum oozed from her flooded sex. Gooey, off-white semen practically gushed from her cunt, the yordle having pumped wad after wad of spunk straight into her womb, replacing the serpent's loads with her own. Her balls were feeling lighter already. Resting on her knees, the sweaty yordle paused to catch her breath, her softening pole still spitting out a few more globs of cum to plaster the human's skin.

Katarina sobbed. Yet another fresh load of sperm pumped directly into her womb. At least she didn't have quite as much cause for concern this time. Whoever heard of a yordle breeding with a human? Unlike half-humans like Shyvana and Cassie, they were two completely different species, so no chance of getting pregnant, assuming she wasn't already... She hoped.

With a happy sigh, Tristana could feel some of her energy returning slowly. She knew she should be getting back to the fight, buuuut...

Rolling the heavy-chested human onto her back, Tristana hopped onto her belly, straddling her. She couldn't just let Katarina go with such luscious titties still unmolested. There was still so much booby to squeeze and knead!

Panting from exhaustion, the human glared at her miserably. The skin around her bosom was a little bruised looking, probably from Cassiopeia's exuberant massage, and there was mud caked here and there, but still, the red-headed assassin's chest was the most enticing thing Tristana had ever seen.

"Get off of me you little freak!" Katarina screamed, lifting her shaky arms to smack Tristana away.

The yordle ducked, shoving her face into Kat's cleavage to shield it, while her tiny hands grabbed at her protruding nipples, using them like handlebars to avoid being thrown off. Katarina bucked, the poison that coursed through her left each nipple feeling as sensitive as her clitoris, while the yordle clung to them, yanking on them as she thrashed about. Finally getting a grip on Tristana, she grabbed a fistful of white hair and pulled hard.

"Aagh, you bitch!" Tristana screamed, digging her nails into taut flesh to avoid being peeled off. Both women pulled and wrestled, elbowing each other in the face and ribs in a sudden frenzy.

Despite her suddenly renewed struggles, Katarina was quickly forced to concede, screaming in pain and releasing her grip. The pain in her chest was magnified too much. 'Damnit sis,' she cursed to herself, 'you've fucked me in more ways than one.' "Stop! God, stop!"

"Really?" Tristana said incredulously. "One little titty twister and you're crying uncle already? You really are a lousy fighter." Rearing back, she gave one of Kat's breasts a sharp slap, making her squeal again from the stinging pain. With an impish grin, she repeated her strike, smacking the human's chest and watching her breasts jiggle and shake, each slap ringing louder. A small, red handprint was just taking shape along the assassin's melon when the yordle's strike took on a weird, wet smacking sound. Pausing her torture, Tristana lifted her palm slowly, a runny, violet fluid dripping from it. Upon closer inspection, she could see it dribbling from Katarina's engorged nipple. "Oh my God, are you leaking milk?"

"What?!" Katarina lifted her head to look, but she could barely even see over her own massive, wobbling bust, the combined weight of her chest and the yordle keeping her from sitting upright.

Tristana gave Kat's nipple a playful flick, watching a spattering of purple 'milk' go flying. "Hahaha, you are! That's awesome!" She pinched her captives nipples with both hands, tugging on them more lightly. Gently, she rolled the two delicate nubs between her thumb and forefinger, stroking them like a pair of teeny tiny cocks and laughing as more lilac-coloured cream oozed from the tips. "Man, I bet you could feed all of Bandle City with these things."

Propping herself up on her elbows, Katarina finally got enough leverage to look up over the swell of her breasts, and was disturbed by the sight. Just what the hell had Cassie done to her?!

Still smirking, Tristana guided one of Kat's swollen teats to her mouth, much to the assassin's disgust. Her big mouth sealing shut around it, she slurped and sucked noisily to get a taste. She moaned softly around it, her wide, flat tongue dragging across the red-head's tit. Her milk tasted kinda... Funny. Sweet, almost too much so.

Katarina watched her with a revolted look. It was sickening. Didn't she realize how wrong it was? But then... Tristana had already made her realize her knowledge on yordles was lacking, was it possible the yordle didn't know enough about humans to realize milk wasn't supposed to be purple?

Tristana kept up her hungry slurping, filling her mouth with Katarina's cream and sucking it down. "Mnnn..." Suckling loudly, she pulled her head back, her vacuuming maw pulling Katarina's nipple with it until at last it sprung free with a wet pop, 'milk' trickling down the yordle's chin. "Eh, not the best, but it'll do in a pinch." The small hermaphrodite licked her lips hungrily, her tongue feeling strangely numb for some reason. She wasted little time in going for the other one, her greedy hands still molesting every inch of breast fat they could reach while she drank her fill.

The larger woman moaned loudly. This was unlike anything she'd ever felt before. She'd had her breasts massaged before, both gingerly and with savage abandon, her nipples played with and suckled, but never felt what it was like to truly nurse someone before. And the feelings were intensified so much! Like sweet release, her breasts were being drained of all that excess poison, her nerves teased and lit up with pleasure. Gripping the back of Tristana's head, she ran her fingers through tangled white locks, squirming as the childish creature drank her fill.

All the while, the ravenous halfpint ground her body against Kat's belly, her pole smearing spent cum all over her. The envenomed cream she was guzzling down filled her belly with warmth and a wonderful tingling sensation all over. Before long, the yordle was ready to go again and whining with need.

Sitting up straight, Tristana rolled those luscious melons between her hands, spreading them apart then slapping them back together. Now that Katarina seemed to have finally settled down, it was time for what she'd been wanting ever since she spied the busty beauty through that sight ward. She shifted her hips forward, cock flexing as she guided it in between those milk-laden pillows, sighing happily as her thick shaft was engulfed. They were so soft, like big, creamy marshmallows. She squealed and mashed those hefty jugs together tight, trapping her length between Kat's cavernous cleavage. Purple veins bulged along the side of her blue cock as it stiffened again, swelling with blood and spurting leftover semen into the crevice.

Pressing her hands atop Tristana's, her palms completely covering the yordle's grabby paws, Katarina moaned and helped her squeeze harder, taking pleasure from skin contact with her bloated bosom. She didn't know which she should be more humiliated by, that she was helping her rapist violate her breasts, or that she was feeling less violated in the first place now that Tristana WAS using her chest.

The pipsqueak hunched over Katarina's love pillows, squinting and humping away excitedly. Her tongue was hanging out, letting her spit dribble down her chin and drip down onto the killer's mammaries. It slowly oozed into her cleavage, mixing with precum and milk to make a sticky, slimy mess. It disgusted Kat, but for Tristana, it just made for some kinky lube as she rutted her chest, pumping her shaft between those marvelous mounds. God, she wanted to cum so badly, to splatter her load all over the assassin's chest and hose her bouncing breasts down with her seed, but at the same time, she never wanted this to end, to keep slapping those tits together around her cock again and again. Silently, Tristana wondered if her fellows would let her take Katarina as a prisoner when this battle was all said and done, provided she shared of course.

Katarina grunted, the yordle's eager thrusts getting harder and faster, little hips slamming against her soft cushions. Breast flesh rippled with each hard smack, pressed together even tighter around the yordle's cock than her cunt muscles had been. The exuberant pounding was sure to leave the red-head with some fresh bruises, but Katarina was just happy her sore insides were getting a break. Each rough thrust was bouncing her breasts, her body rocked by their pendulous weight. It felt like a pair of water balloons rolling back and forth across her chest, slapping together with the wet smacking of skin on skin. She could feel the yordle's cock wedged between them, sliding through a slimy mixture of bodily fluids, rubbing against her tender skin.

Since Katarina had become so cooperative, Tristana moved her tiny hands to her nipples, happy to play with her swollen teats, tweaking them til she heard the girl squeal. She was content to let the fiery haired woman work to keep her bountiful breasts steady while she simply savoured the heavenly feeling of them wrapped around her shaft. Her legs were so short and Kat's breasts so large that the yordle found herself standing overtop of her for better leverage as she jammed her slick rod between them.

Rolling Kat's nipples between her fingers, she tugged on them, seeing how far they stretched and giggling at the large, pink areolas pulled taut with them. The once tiny nubs had swollen with the rest of her chest, still dribbling milk with every pull. She flicked at the human's nipples with short fingers, rubbing at them with her index fingers and pressing against them, pushing into Katarina's ballooned tit. She was just being playful, toying with the sensitive nub, when her finger was engulfed in sudden slippery warmth, her ears perking at the lewd squish it made.

Katarina laid her head back, still moaning whorishly. This was new. It felt like something was pressed right into her enthused nerves, rubbing against them and tormenting her with pleasure.

Tristana ceased her jerky thrusts just as she was nearing her peak once again, stopping to stare in awe. Her finger had slipped right inside the fiery-maned woman's teat, surrounded by breast fat and oozing milk. Exploratively wiggling her finger back and forth, she had to hold on as Katarina bucked beneath her, wracked by such ecstasy that she nearly came. Her engorged nipple made the most perverted squish, it sent a shiver down Tristana's back and brought a light smile to her face.

"Wow, I knew you had huge tits, but... Really!?" Tristana exclaimed gleefully. Pulling her hands back, Katarina's nipples seemed to tug on her fingers, sucking on them and resisting her attempt to pull out. The yordle let them reach as far as they'd go before they snapped back with a wet slurp. Bringing a liberated finger to her lips, the short blue creature sucked it clean, moaning at the taste of the violet fluid dripping from it. "Daaamn, that's hot..." The yordle stared longingly at Katarina's breasts, her dirty head filling with lewd ideas already.

Katarina was a spasming, quivering wreck. Her eyes rolling up into her skull, it was taking all her willpower not to start drooling all over herself. Damn that poison! Her chest was more sensitive than her cunt, and that little freak was looking at them like that's exactly what they were. Her sapphire eyes went wide. "No, wait, you're not going to..."

Tristana smirked wickedly, leaning all of her weight against Kat's left breast, trying to climb overtop of it. It jiggled like crazy, and was hard to stay balanced on, especially once Katarina started trying to grab at her and throw her off, but the yordle would not be deterred. She pressed one index finger into Kat's nipple again, weakening her instantly as she was jolted by the wonderful sensation. Dipping her finger in and out, the yordle worked her tit like a virgin pussy, fingering it gently and stirring up her cream until it was leaking copiously from her teat. Soon, she added a second finger, seeing just how wide she could open the small little hole. Burying her digits up to the knuckle with a wet 'schluck', Tristana spread them apart until she could see right inside of Kat's milky opening.

Gasping for air, Katarina looked up at her captor in fear. This couldn't be happening, no no no! Her hands were trembling and she tried to swat the yordle's paws away, but Tristana just gave her other nipple a sharp twist to settle her down with a pained squeal.

Her wrinkled, blue balls mashed up against Kat's breast, the short woman let her length glide across her skin, leaving a trail of slime in its wake. To Katarina's horror, she could feel the purple tip bumping up against her nipple... Pressing against it... Her breathing hastened and she shook her head. "No, stop, that's not supposed to go theeeeeaaaaaarrree!" Katarina screamed as Tristana lined herself up and thrust, sinking a few inches of her thick yordle cock right into her breast.

"Oooohh, fuck!" Tristana moaned loudly, wrapping her arms around her new sex-pillow and grabbing handfuls to steady herself. Her shaft throbbed, gripped tightly within Kat's bosom, muscle and fat closing around it and giving her blue pole a good squeeze. It was hot inside and even wetter than her pussy had been. It was too much to resist. Shifting her hips and angling for an even deeper thrust, the yordle speared the woman's massive breast, sinking every inch of her fleshy pillar into her enormous boob and smacking her hips against it. She felt the way it jiggled from the impact, like trying to screw a waterbed, but oh god was it ever a snug fit. "This... This is awesome!" She squeaked, bouncing off her target and slamming into it again.

"Fuck... Stop! Get off... Please!" Katarina pleaded, the yordle pounding away at her chest without pause. Her breasts were so large that Tristana was sinking her entire prick balls deep inside of her, and not even reaching halfway through. But the added weight and the repeated beating against her chest was making it hard to breathe. It didn't help that each thrust into her breast was knocking the wind out of her lungs, making her scream with more pleasure than her sex had received all day. Her honeypot was gushing, oozing cum that was both hers and others, and she couldn't keep her fingers away from it. Her chest felt so freaking fantastic, and the pleasure was spreading throughout her whole body. Even while she was begging her assailant to stop, she was burying three fingers into her snatch and grabbing at her free breast with her other hand, trying to hold it steady and massage it roughly at the same time. Her legs twisting and spreading apart, toes curling as she eagerly fingered herself.

Tristana was oblivious to her pleasure. Not that she was opposed to it, but she was just a bit preoccupied with the wonderful sensations gripping her manly bits. Her infinitely smaller bust pressed flat against Kat's breast as she mashed her entire body up against it, grinding against her soft, smooth skin while mercilessly pounding away at her nipple cunt. Hips jumping up and down while flexing her small bottom, the yordle had to struggle to stay balanced atop Kat's breast as it flopped about with each savage thrust. Her small, calloused fingers gripping wherever she could for support, she drove herself balls deep, unhindered.

Shlick. Shlick. Shluck. Katarina's ears burned with each squish her lewd nipple made on penetration. Her cheeks were flushed with humiliation. This little bitch was using her breast as a cocksleeve. Somehow, that felt even more degrading than everything else that had happened to her today, the knowledge that her body was nothing but a set of holes to stuff... And she was getting off on it! She couldn't deny how good it felt, trying to stuff her entire hand into her gooey, oozing slit while her breast was pumped and stuffed with dick. 'What's happening to me? What did they do to me?' Her thoughts raced, thinking back to the marathom rape session with Shyvana and the toxins Cassiopeia had pumped into her veins, that vile poison that even now was gushing from her nipple, practically squirting out from around the yordle's cock each time she stuffed it in.

"This... Aaah! This is... Mnn... The best titfuck... Nngh! ...I've ever had!" Tristana cried out, In between moans and short, quick thrusts. Her face a mask of joy, she kept hammering away, trying to make this second orgasm count. Having cum already, she could last longer than before, but she'd already been teasing herself close to the edge before she'd started humping Kat's creamy milkhole. Swollen blue testicles were pulling higher into her body as they smacked and rebounded off Kat's skin, and she could feel her stomach knotting. This was going to be a big one.

The yordle's shaft thickened and throbbed, the veins running down the length of it bulging in preparation for the oncoming load. The yordle's mind was filled with fantasies, though to Katarina they were nightmares, of inflating her breasts even more, filling them with cum until they were so big and full that the human couldn't even move at all beneath their gigantic weight. That thought was all it took to push Tristana over the edge. Her urethra expanding, the large cumvein lining the underside of her shaft bloated with her coming orgasm.

Tristana grunted, her balls aching as the first wad of cum struggled to shoot out. It almost felt like something was blocking the way. Katarina's insides were squeezing her so tightly, it was cutting off the flow of her semen. Not to be deterred, the yordle thrust harder, smacking her hips against Kat's breast flesh, making it jiggle until it relaxed enough to let her empty her nuts inside of it. With a triumphant cry, the small woman hilted herself and let loose a torrent of spunk, her sac shrinking as she unloaded her pent up jism... And then quickly reinflating again.

Katarina screamed, venting her frustration and shame. Her senses completely overloaded, she spasmed and thrashed, twisting about as she brought herself to orgasm simultaneously, rubbing her palm against her clit. She grit her teeth, trying not to moan too much, to give Tristana the satisfaction, but it was a fruitless endeavour. The yordle's cum was filling her mammary gland, sloshing inside of her.

Tristana grunted in discomfort. This was less than the mind-blowing orgasm she'd been expecting. Her length tingled, becoming overly sensitive from cumming, and yet her testicles still ached like she had a bad case of blue balls. Wincing uncomfortably, she pulled out of Kat's nipple, her spent member going limp and slipping free with a loud schlooorp. Breathing a sigh, she fell backwards onto her butt to take a breather.

With the yordle's cock removed from her chest, Katarina groaned soflty, feeling as though a great weight had been lifted off of her. A huge weight actually. She felt lighter than before, empty, even though her breast was full of Tristana's cum. Whiteish jizz dribbled from her sore, gaping nipple and ran down her body in rivers. Propping herself up on her elbows, Katarina stared at her defiled breast with a grimace. But... Was it just her, or did her breast seem... Smaller?

She brushed a hand across her delicate skin, and there was no tingling jolt, no spastic feelings of warmth coursing through her. It wasn't as overly sensitive anymore. Sapphire eyes lighting up with excitement, she moved to sit up... Only to struggle against the weight bearing down on her. Rolling onto her side, she pushed herself to her knees, straining against the weight of her own bust. Her sagging bosom hung down, breasts clapping together, but now she could see a more direct comparison. Her right was still as massive as before, hanging so low it rested on the ground, but the left had shrunk noticeably. It was still freakishly huge and leaking a milky violet mix of cum and poison, but it was definitely smaller, and getting even smaller still. Before her very eyes she could see it deflating as more and more of its contents leaked out. Katarina just gaped in confusion at her lopsided chest, wondering how... She turned her head to glance at the yordle, wondering what unfortunate aftereffect her latest partner had left her with, and almost laughed.

The yordle was resting there on the ground, propped up against the nearest rock and panting heavily from exhaustion. She had her head tilted back and eyes shut as she relaxed for a moment. Afterall, it wasn't like Katarina was in any shape to fight back at the moment. She was completely unaware of the effect she'd had on the human, or more precisely, the effect that the larger woman had had on her. Even though it had gone completely soft, the short herm's cock hadn't shrunk at all. It was still just as big as before, just a lot floppier. Globs of cum, tinted a bright violet hue, were oozing from her urethra.

Katarina grinned, a plan forming in her devious mind. For the first time all day, it seemed like things were finally working out in her favour.

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God, it felt like her lungs were on fire. LeBlanc was heaving, each breath a struggle. She'd never had to run so hard in her entire life. Everytime she pumped her thighs, it felt like they were gonna fall off. Her stomach was cramping, and she felt disgusting. Every inch of her body was slick with sweat, making her hair cling to her face. She was regretting wearing such revealing clothes afterall, the frequent brush that she was fleeing through left her porcelain skin covered in scratches and dirt.

The dragon was always just a step or two behind her, moving much faster than anything that large should have been able to. Once, LeBlanc had attempted to stop the beast by binding it in magically conjured ethereal chains, but it had deftly evaded them with it's greater speed. Worse, the brief moment it had taken her to aim her spell was all it took for the reptile to catch up to her, and only timely use of her teleportation spell had saved her, distorting reality and letting her leap several paces ahead. She hadn't tried that again.

Rounding a bend in the path she was following between the trees, LeBlanc stumbled and came to a stop. Here, the trees were so thick and thinly spread that they practically formed a wall around a small clearing, and the corpses of some nearby woodland critters, mauled and bloody, was a sign that some wolves had claimed this area for use as their den.

Just perfect.

Hesitant to go any further, LeBlanc turned to face her relentless adversary, who approached her slowly, wary of any tricks. Her silence spell had since worn off, and as it stood in front of her, its jaws just inches from her face, it let out a deafening roar. To her credit, the sorceress stood her ground, readying her staff. Just behind the dragon she could see Yi had caught up to them once again, while Cho'Gath was still so far back that he was out of sight. Behind her, blue-furred wolves were emerging from every corner of their den. The beasts were smart enough to avoid difficult prey like the champions who frequented the woods during their many battles, though they were still prepared to defend their home should any of them provoke an attack.

Trapped between a dragon, an idiot, and a pack of hungry wolves, LeBlanc sighed. "Alright ugly, you want me? Come get me!" The witch stretched her arms out to the sides, inviting an attack.

The dragon looked ready to drown her in flames, but paused. Perhaps the creature was smarter than it looked, LeBlanc thought to herself. She had hoped she could provoke it into engaging the wolves to use as a distraction, but it appeared it was too smart. If that meant it wouldn't fight to its full ability though, then maybe they stood a chance. LeBlanc backstepped deftly, narrowing avoiding its massive claws as the beast took a swipe at her face, a few strands of hair falling to the forest floor. Growling deeply, the monster advanced upon her, the witch assaulting it with more magic to stall its approach. Taking the opportunity, the swordsman launched himself at the dragon from behind, carefully avoiding its tail this time as he set himself to hacking away at its ankles.

Damned idiot, LeBlanc cursed. If the dragon turned in his direction, it was free to attack without risk of angering the wolf pack. "Yi! Run to the centre!" She shouted out, motioning for him to move closer. Trying to hold the dragon's attention, she had to resort to loosing considerably weaker shots of energy, her staff needing time to recharge before she could unleash another larger assault. The smaller, violet bursts were little more than bug bites to the beast though, its large scales shielding it like armour.

Uncertain if the swordsman even understood english, she was relieved when he moved away from the monster's rear, diving between its legs and hacking away at it as he moved closer to her. Too close. Way too close! LeBlanc shrieked as he was running right up next to her, putting them both in range of one swing of the dragon's gangly arms. "Whatever the fuck you do, don't stand next to me!"

The dragon growled and took a swipe at them both, carving bloody gouges in Yi's equipment. LeBlanc fared better... Kind of. Tumbling backwards in a clumsy attempt to avoid being sliced to ribbons, the dragon's claws caught on her flimsy spandex, shredding it. A bit of colour flushed her pale cheeks as she wrapped her cloak tight around herself to try and hide her exposed skin as the rest of her flimsy outfit fell away in tatters.

The dragon paused its attack, gazing at LeBlanc with what the witch swore was... Lust? The corners of it's muzzle curled upwards in a bestial sneer as she sought to hide her nudity. Before she could think too much about it, she was distracted by a pained grunt off to her side.

Master Yi was down on one knee and clutching at his bloody abdomen. His breathing was laboured and a trickle of blood spilled from his lips. LeBlanc almost felt pity for the pathetic man. Almost. He glanced her way, and she could see her alluring curves and buxom chest, barely concealed by her cape, reflecting in all seven of his lenses. Ignoring his grievous wounds, the swordsman gripped his blade by the hilt and began jerking it furiously, licking his lips as he drank in the sight of her nude form.

"Augh! You're disgusting!" LeBlanc screamed, covering her breasts with both arms.

Yi just kept frantically stroking his weapon and babbling. "□□□□□□ □□□□□ □□□□□□□ □□□□."

"Oh come on! That's not even language!" She screamed.

Hopping up, Master Yi continued to shake and bob his sword. The blood had already stopped gushing from his wounds, and he seemed completely fine, though now LeBlanc was wishing the damage had been fatal. Feeling rejuvenated, the deranged psycho charged at the dragon, running around it in circles while flailing his weapon. Its attention focused on admiring the sly beauty cowering before it, the draconian monster didn't notice until it felt the blade biting into its legs and drawing blood. It screeched and whirled around, trying to catch the speedy little gnat, but Yi was too quick, evading its claws to continue striking at it. Its short, bloody legs too hurt to support it, the dragon fell onto all fours, swatting at Yi with a wing. The swordsman sliced right through the membrane, leaving the beast to howl, then ran towards its lowered head, the corners of its maw already glowing with the fire it was prepared to spew in his direction.

LeBlanc waved her arms in a frenzy, trying to get his attention. "Yi, do not... Go away from the head Yi, go away!" Yi ran a few more steps and made an abrupt, sharp left turn, moving just in time to avoid the dragon's fiery breath. LeBlanc breathed a sigh of relief. Her relief quickly turned to confusion however, staring bewildered as he just kept on running, charging off into the distance, until he completely vanished off into the trees.

The dragon and LeBlanc both just watched him leave, turning to each other with the same amazed looks on their faces. But the witch's expression soon turned to one of fear as the dragon's took on a leacherous tone. The mage crawled backwards, trying to put as much distance between herself and the dragon as possible. Behind her, she could hear the growls and barks of angry wolves gathering, growing tense as the intruders grew closer to their den. The words for another Distortion spell resting on the sorceress's tongue, she was just waiting for the right moment...

"Ah-ha!" That echoing, screeching voice that LeBlanc hated so very much boomed from somewhere nearby.

The very earth beneath them seemed to rumble and shake with such ferocity that it kicked dust and small stones up into the air. The sorceress almost mistook it for an earthquake, but it was far from any natural occurence. Even the dragon had to fight to keep itself steady. As suddenly as the quake began, it stopped, and when it did, the ground ruptured and split open. Massive pillars of bone erupted from the fissures, each shaped into towering spikes honed as sharp as the tip of a spear. The spikes stabbed into the dragon and many of the wolves with so much force that it launched them skywards. Suspiciously enough, not a single one of the earthborn lances came anywhere close to striking LeBlanc. Returning to the earth, the spiked towers disappeared, the fissues sealing shut behind them. A series of thuds, growls, and whimpers followed as the various creatures thrown into the sky crashed back down to earth.

"WHO THE FUCK DID THAT?!" LeBlanc shrieked louder than she'd ever screamed in her entire life. Finally arriving late to the party, Cho'Gath stumbled into the wolf's den, looking downright proud of himself. "CHO'GATH, WHAT THE FUCK?!"

The demon looked aghast, holding its talons over its heart... Possibly? Who knew where his internal organs were. "I beg your pardon?"

The wolves who survived were recovering quickly from Cho'Gath's assault. Blue fur slicked with blood, they bared fangs and howled with fury, keeping their eyes trained on him. Being the only one unharmed by the attack, the animals were intelligent enough to identify her as the demon's ally, and they advanced on her as well. The witch found herself surrounded by the feral beasts near instantly. Their ears flattened against their skulls and heckles raised, spittle sprayed from their frothing mouths when they growled.

"Oh God, so many wolves..." She muttered, looking around for a way out. Seeing no recourse, she fled again, teleporting outside the ring of wolves and running as fast as her legs still had the energy to carry her. Sparing only a cursory glance back, she shouted over her shoulder while booking it. "You handle it!"

"Wot wot wot!?" Cho'Gath watched her flee with a befuddled look, the dragon charging at him before he could follow after her. Its claws dug into his sides, while massive horns battered at his skull. Fighting back with all the massive strength in his hellish frame, he hooked his bladed shoulder appendages into the draconian's wings and grabbed at its chest with his claws. "Up you go!" Hefting it into the air, Cho'Gath hurled the overgrown lizard off of him with a triumphant roar.

No sooner had he tossed the reptile aside though than the wolf pack was pouncing atop his back. Sharp canines dug into the back of his neck and claws tore at his tuxedo as they sought to bring him down with sheer numbers. With an otherworldly screech, Cho'Gath battered at the smaller creatures, picking them off with talons and shoulder blades. Hurling one into the air, he threw his head back, mouth gaping open to catch it in his jaws. His terrifying teeth, each nearly as long as the wolf was tall, tore it to shreds as its blood spilled down the demon's throat. "Om nom nom nom nom!"

Already incensed, the lupines did not take kindly to the voidspawned horror feasting on one of them, regrouping to attack again. A howl unlike any other suddenly silenced all the barks and growls of the pack as another wolf, three times as large and with fur a dark shade of brown stalked up from behind. Slowly encircling the intruder upon its territory, it growled fiercely, staring into Cho'Gath's fiercely glowing eyes without fear.

Taking the opportunity while Cho'Gath was distracted, the dragon slowly slinked away. Amidst the confusion of battle, it vanishing into the trees, winded and growing smaller as it made its escape.

Cho'Gath hardly noticed, preoccupied as he was holding back a furry attacker in each hand while the larger alpha wolf stared him down. "Well... This is just awkward." Hesitantly, the monstrous being dropped the two beasts to the ground in bloody heaps and took a bow, prostrating himself before the alpha. "We seem to have gotten off on the wrong foot. How about we start anew. Anyone care for a spot of tea?"

The demonic being grinned. His gigantic maw still gaping and dripping blood, it turned what was intended as an innocent smile into an offensive, horrifying visage. The alpha wolf's muzzle wrinkled as it growled and bared its fangs right back at him. As one, all the wolves that remained pounced atop of him, the alpha leaping at the now panicking Cho'Gath's face.

"Oohh no."

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"That was... Almost the best fuck I ever had." Tristana panted, the sunlight streaming through the treetops and reflecting off her sweating skin. She was still more than a little disappointed by how it had ended though. She was certain she'd just cum like a rocket, but it still felt like her load was pent-up and ready to go.

"Well then, how about we go for 'the best'?" Katarina's sudden change in tone caught the yordle by surprise. With a sly, sultry smile, and a wanton look in her eyes, the assassin crawled towards her while licking her lips. Her buoyant mounds hanging low enough that they were squished flatter against the ground, she slunk towards Tristana with an air of desire around her.

Tristana arched a brow and grinned. "Really? You sure changed your tune quickly. So the kinky redhead likes having her titties fucked, does she?" With a wry chuckle, the yordle gave her soft prick a slap, hefting it in one hand and flopping it about. "Sadly, I'll have to keep that in mind for next time. Looks like I'm done." Cocking an eyebrow, the little blue woman gave her pole a squeeze. It wasn't normally this big soft, was it?

Quickly moving to distract her, Katarina brushed the yordle's paws away and wrapped both hands around the oversized slab of meat. She glanced up into Tristana's face, drawing her gaze away from her cock and towards the killer's sultry, ruby red lips. She smacked them together for effect, the yordle gulping at the sight of those perfect, dick-sucking lips. Katarina may have preferred the life of the trained killer over the sleazy courtesan, but that didn't mean she hadn't still picked up a few tricks of the trade from her sister.

"What can I say? What girl can resist such a big, thick cock." Kat gave the swollen, purple cockhead a squeeze, her other hand lightly stroking the veiny length of the shaft. Keeping to her knees, her face practically laying in the yordle's lap, she kept her breasts pressed as flat to the ground as possible to hide their size discrepancy.

With a goofy smile, Tristana nodded, savouring the soft feel of the woman's hands. "Yeaaah, it is pretty big, isn't it? Still, I think I'm spent." With a sigh, she leaned back against her hands, watching the assassin work her flaccid pole.

"Mmn, let me be the judge of that." Licking her lips and giving Tristana a seductive grin, the redhead leaned forward, giving the tip of her cock a tender kiss. It took all her willpower not to wince from the bitter taste of cum mixed with Cassiopeia's poison, and she was wary of letting the taste linger for long. Still, she needed to get the little pipsqueak hard again. Angling the yordle's cock high, she slapped her tongue against the underside, trailing along the thick cumvein there, from the top to the bottom, as if trying to coax the poison clogging her urethra further down the length of it. All the way down, she could just taste more of their mixed juices. Sweat, venom, and cum, both hers and Tristana's and even a bit of Cassie's too, all lining the shaft in a slick, glistening cocktail of bodily fluids.

Tristana couldn't help but admire Kat's enthusiasm for cock. Was so much nicer having a willing whore than trying to force herself upon someone. Especially one with gargantuan breasts. Despite being utterly spent, the cannoneer could feel the blood pumping back into her shaft again under Katarina's persistent licking. The way she pursed her lips against the soft, fleshy rod and suckled on her loose skin, her dainty-appearing hands working her rod and slowly reawakening it. Tristana couldn't resist moaning at the assassin's behest.

Fighting back a scowl, Katarina kept up her oral assault on the yordle's member. As much as it disgusted her, she even deigned to let her lips trail lower, planting a kiss on each of Tristana's lightly furred nuts. That the yordle didn't bother to keep things neatly trimmed only added to her revulsion, but then, considering male yordles were all little furballs, she supposed that that kind of thing wasn't unusual amongst them. Even Tristana's testicles had become swollen, the assassin found, each one weighing heavily against the ground like softballs as she rolled them between her fingers and tried to fit one into her mouth, trying not to think about the way the wispy, white hairs tickled her tongue and tasted strongly of sweat. Just a bit more... She thought to herself, as she struggled to unhinge her jaw wide enough to fit one of the hefty orbs inside. Her other hand remained on the shaft, still stroking it as it hardened in her grip.

Head tilted back, relishing the pleasure the human was visiting upon her, Tristana didn't see the look of disdain in her sapphire eyes. Still, as much as she may have been glaring daggers, one wouldn't be able to tell from the way her tongue was going to work. It didn't stop rolling and teasing Tristana's scrotum until it was soaked in a copious layer of spit. Squeezing one large ball into her mouth, she slurped loudly on the fuzzy nut, tugging back lightly until it slipped free with a wet pop.

Its girth growing larger as it stood erect, Katarina needed both hands just to wrap around the fat pole. It was almost as thick around as the yordle's thigh, standing as tall as Shyvana's massive foot-long prick had. On the yordle's body, it looked comically misproportioned, even moreso than before. Still, the more it grew, the more the assassin fretted that Tristana might notice something out of place. For the time being she was blissfully ignorant, but Kat didn't want to risk it, not until she'd managed to drain herself of all this excess weight.

Lifting her head, the noxian killer pressed her sultry lips against the yordle's fat cockhead and opened wide. The sheer size of it felt like trying to swallow an apple, but as her hair draped down around her head, the crimson tresses shielded the rest of the staff from view like a set of curtains. The yordle's cock was hard as a rock, without much chance of it growing any bigger. Still, she figured it wouldn't hurt to edge her on a bit before taking the plunge.

As drool spilled from her stretched lips and she struggled just to get the fist-sized cockhead past her teeth, a pair of stubby blue hands wrapped around the back of her head. In a moment of panic and dread, Katarina realized she had neglected to take into account the yordle's desire to slake her own lust. A moment too late, as Tristana shoved her head down, forcing the blunt helmet of her pole straight to the back of Kat's throat.

The assassin began gagging instantly, flailing her arms and pounding on the yordle's knees. "Nnmff! Fmmff fif ouufff!" It had been a struggle to swallow Shyvana's cock earlier, and that had nearly killed her. Tristana's was just as long now, and even wider around. It just wouldn't fit, not without tearing something vital. Though that wasn't stopping Tristana from trying. Her battering ram of a dick pummeling the inside of her mouth, trying to cram the entirety of her shaft down the woman's neck, but all she could manage was an inch or two past the head.

It only took a few moments of vain struggle, teeth scratching at her knob, and Katarina sounding like she was about to retch for Tristana to abandon that idea with a disgruntled sigh. Grabbing a fistful of scarlet hair and yanking back, til she heard the sputtering woman cough and gasp for air. "Maaaan, you really suck at giving head. Is that really the most you can take?" Tristana was pouting, staring into Kat's watery eyes.

To her credit, the assassin kept her focus, even as she was struggling to draw breath. Closing a fist around the now saliva-smeared purple crown, she kept squeezing the throbbing meatstick, letting a few locks of hair hang over it and cling to the veiny sides. She was trying to keep pleasure flowing through it, and attention looking away from it.

"Sorry..." She wheezed, wiping a few tears away and trying to regain her composure. "Not a lot of experience." She lied, though it had been true before the day had begun. The human was quick to offer an alternative though. With a smirk that bordered on being downright evil, she crawled forward, until the weight of her heavenly bosom was pressed against Tristana's shaft. "But I still have other talents..."

The snowy-haired yordle arched a brow, and Katarina quickly moved to lay the halfpint back into the dirt, until she was barely propping herself up on her elbows. Giving her oversized shaft one more generous lick, she angled it straight up. The blue-skinned girl's eyes widened, for the first time really noticing how enormous her cock had grown, but Katarina didn't give her time to think on it for more than a second. Crawling overtop her thighs, the killer hefted up her still gigantic breast and pressed its engorged nipple against Tristana's cocktip. She bit her bottom lip, feeling a familiar tingle travel down her spine from the pressure of it rubbing against her easily stimulated breast flesh. Poisoned milk was already dribbling down her skin thanks to the enthusiastic yordle's earlier attention. Lining up her oozing tit with the midget's similarly inflated dick, she held that fat fuckstick steady and simply let her breast's mammoth weight do the rest. Her face twisted into a pained grimace as she felt her nipple stretching even more, certainly more than it was ever meant to. It wasn't nearly as easy of a fit as before, but Katarina was determined to get a repeat performance, slowly letting the yordle's turgid length stuff her newest fuckhole.

It was slow going, and accompanied by a wet squish every inch of the way. Some of Katarina's envenomed cream was rushing out in small rivulets and streaming down the shrimpy herm's dick. As the poison swam through her bloodstream, it was soon having a similar effect on Tristana, and the same oversensitivity afflicting Katarina was soon plaguing her as well. The yordle did not protest however. Her throbbing tool was surrounded by warmth and wetness on all sides, squeezed so snugly it was like putting on a glove. Her nerves were on fire, and it felt like she was being given a handjob from heaven itself, only a thousand times better. She tried to bite her lip and her tongue. Her fists were clenched so hard her nails were digging into her palms. She was doing everything in her power to resist... the urge... to...

Katarina, her hands on either side of her breast, squeezed down on her mammary hard, and inside, all of her squishy breast fat contracted around Tristana's cock, making her scream like a banshee. "Oh Goooooood!" Squealing like a child at Christmas time, Tristana's hips were moving of their own accord, bouncing up into the air and trying to hump Katarina's lewd fuckhole. "This is the best! Fucking! Pussy! Ever!" Crying out in ecstasy and curling her toes, the yordle went wild, pumping her lower body up and down, smacking Katarina's wobbly tit hard enough to make it jiggle.

Kat's own nerves were lit up like a fireworks display. Pleasant jolts coursing through her nervous system so hard, she felt like her whole body was experiencing one continuous orgasm. This could drive her insane. It would drive her insane, if she couldn't get this damned venom out of her body. She shuddered at the thought of being reduced to a sex-starved nymphomaniac. She wouldn't let it happen. As degrading as it was, letting a yordle of all things plunge its freakish dick into a place that was never meant to be penetrated, she needed this. Her eyes were glassy, her vision getting cloudy. Oh god yes, did she ever need this. Her cunt was sopping wet, how much more wonderful would it feel to stuff both holes at once? God, what was she even thinking? Kat cursed her own weakness.

Her fingers were gripping her hefty mammary tightly, flesh molding to her grip as she jiggled and bounced it in Tristana's lap. The yordle's cock was stirring up her insides, putting pressure against all the fat inside of it, squeezing out venom like wringing out a sponge. Some of the toxic fluid was spilling out of her hole each time that blue cock retreated a little, but even more of it was flooding the pintsized creature's urethra. As precum bubbled out, poison flowed in. Each time Tristana's excited cock throbbed, it would contract, dragging the snake's venom further down the tube, pumped straight to her overly large gonads. Her cock and balls were inflating larger by the moment, and as they grew, Katarina's chest deflated, which only served to make her insides even tighter around the massive blue phallus.

Tristana's small fists were pounding at the ground while she kept thrusting up into Kat's tight opening. The pressure was mounting. The seal Katarina's nipple was making around her member was getting tighter. Too tight. Way too tight! Where once it had been the greatest ecstasy Tristana had ever known, now it felt like somebody was fastening a cockring around her needy length. Thanks to the oversensitivity of the poison, it felt like her prick was being crushed in a vice.

For Katarina, it was even worse. As her breast was drained, the intense pleasure that the venom had given her was fading away, and being replaced only by pain. Not only that, but, though her breast was still unnaturally massive, as it drew closer to its natural size, she was more at risk of something horrible, like for the yordle's gigantic dick to destroy her rips or crush her lung or something. She needed to get Tristana to cum, and fast.

Gritting her teeth, the redhead reached her hands out to the base of Tristana's prick. With both hands stretched to their widest around it, she could just barely get her fingertips to meet. For the first time, she envied all the freaks she'd been meeting today. They'd probably have more experience with this than her. Using her grip to keep Tristana from thrusting all the way into her chest, she started beating off the yordle as fervently as she could, while still perched with her chest impaled on the fat tube of flesh.

Tristana groaned loudly, sweat rolling off her brow. She could feel her melon sized testicles rumbling, her sperm churning around inside. "Have to cum... Need to cum... Gotta cum! Have to need to gotta blow!" Throwing her head back, the yordle cried out with pent-up need.

Even as Katarina's breast was shrinking smaller, her nipple stretched wider, the pulsating organ stuffing her mammary gland forcing it open just loose enough for Tristana to get her much needed release. Violet-tinged, off-white spunk shot up through her meaty pillar, shooting so much into the human's bosom that it briefly stopped shrinking and started to swell up again. As fast as her balls emptied themselves, the torrent of venom that followed quickly filled them back up again. It flooded straight down the yordle's bulging cum-slit, the whole shaft so swollen that the hole was unable to close enough to prevent it.

The moment she felt that horrible, awkward feeling of liquid filling her breast, Kat tightened her grip on Tristana's shaft. Squeezing as if it might start spurting it's poisonous payload back into her if she didn't stop it, she pulled back and away, screaming to vent all the day's frustrations as she pulled the yordle's cock free of her chest.

Both women collapsed, spent and panting. Tristana onto her back and Katarina onto her side. Purple cream was oozing in large globs from the tip of the yordle's prick, while milky cum was spurting from the human's chest. Katarina felt slimy, violated, but easily a hundred pounds lighter. Propping herself up on an elbow, she felt herself up, testing her soft, pliant mounds. Her nipples still felt a little swollen, and it felt like there was something sloshing around inside, but they were back to roughly their regular size again. She wanted to leap into the air and cheer she was so relieved.

Up on her feet again in no time, she looked down at the short girl. Tristana did not fare nearly as well as her. Her member had gone soft once more, and yet it was steadily growing even larger than ever. Even flaccid, it was nearly the same length and width as the yordle's torso. Her large eyes staring in shock at her mammoth prick, Tristana tried to stand, but couldn't even lift herself off her ass with the weight of two bowling balls resting on the ground between her thighs.

“What... The fuck did you do to me?” She squealed, hooking one hand under her huge, floppy dick and the other beneath a massive testicle, trying to heft them off the ground.

“Aww, what's wrong? I figured you'd be accustomed to carrying around a heavy sack full of balls all the time.” Katarina let herself grin. It was a truly, genuine smile, for the first time in what felt like ages. A sneer that looked downright sociopathic to the freaked out yordle. Oh, if only her daggers hadn't been lost, the assassin lamented. She'd slit Tristana's throat while she sat there immobilized. Just a quick slice across the jugular. Alas, there was no time to bludgeon the little fucker to death. Not when her teammates were likely on the way, and she was still buck naked and defenseless.

Turning her back upon her former rapist, Katarina quickly tried to get her bearings. Which side of the river had Tristana dragged her to? In all the commotion, she lost track of which way the base was. What time was it even? A rustle in the bushes nearby startled the noxian and made her panic. No time to figure out which way was north-east, she had to just book it before she was caught and figure out her directions later.

“Hey, wait! Where are you going!? You can't just leave me like this!” Tristana shrieked as Katarina took off. She barely even gave another glance in her direction as she sprinted off into the forest, leaving the diminutive creature behind to deal with newly acquired weight.

With a bitter scowl, Katarina pushed Tristana out of her mind and slipped through the trees. She had to get away as fast as possible, but she couldn't risk getting spotted by any more sight wards either. Reluctantly, she opted to take a winding, longer route through the woods, avoiding the tall grass and brush she spotted along the way. Most sight wards were invisible, undetectable to the naked eye thanks to their magical enchantments, and it was in the bushes where they were most frequently hidden. It was only through dumb luck that she'd stumbled upon the last one. If she were to hide in the brush, she might give away her position to one and not even know it.

It was a pity then, as Katarina stalked her way around the bushes, she missed seeing the spy hiding amongst them that was perfectly visible. A mechanical, silver sphere, hovering silently between the leaves. Two bands of gold lined the ball, one horizontally, the other vertically. The vertical band, bisected in two by the horizontal one, rotated around the orb's surface in opposite directions. The top half spun clockwise, while the bottom half moved in the counter direction. And set into the top half of the spinning gold trim was a single blue lens, slowly circling and watching on all sides.

As Katarina ran past the brush it was hiding in, the gold bands ceased spinning, quickly moving to line up properly with one another. The lens twisted, it's glassy view zooming in on the fleeing redhead, while it extended from the ball atop a thin golden rod. With unerring focus, it watched the assassin flee, transmitting the imagery to its silent, still owner.

On the receiving end of the footage, there was the whirring sound of gizmos and the clicking of gears grinding together as the ball's companion sprung into action. Its teammates watched in confusion, a chill running down their spine from the unnatural noises it made with every movement as it stalked off into the forest in the direction of its companion. From its inhuman throat came an eerily mechanical, voice. Monotonous, yet feminine.

“I hear soft things.”

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Panting and out of breath, LeBlanc could run no further. In desperate need of a moment to catch her second wind, the sorceress came to a stop, leaning back against the nearest tree for support. Surely, she had eluded her pursuer by now. Between Cho'Gath and the wolves, and the judicious use of her Distortion spell, surely she had managed to outwit the dragon. Certainly, she hadn't heard its deafening roar in a while now, nor felt the ground quake beneath its generous size.

Brushing a few strands of indigo hair from her face, she exhaled a deep breath and turned her head casually to look back in the direction she'd just come. Just as she suspected, no dragon in sight. Though the telltale flames of its rampage were omnipresent. Small little flickers of fire here and there, they burned the grass to cinders and licked at the bases of the trees briefly before being extinguished by the wind. Off in the distance, some poor soul looked to be completely engulfed in them. LeBlanc grinned, praying that it was Master Yi suffering for his idiocy.

As she continued to watch the figure in the distance be consumed by flames, she couldn't help but notice that it was coming closer to her. And fast too. Very fast. Within moments it was close enough for her to make out the details, and the smile faded from her face instantly. A woman with ashen skin, covered in gold and scarlet plate mail reminiscent of a dragon, right down to a draconic tail trailing from the back of her horned helm, and the clawed gauntlets that resembled the ferocious beast's jaws. She wasn't on fire, she was leaving it behind in her wake, her body radiating powerful flames.

The same woman that LeBlanc had gone hunting for was now hunting her, the most depraved, lecherous grin on her face that the witch had ever seen. The mage gulped loudly.

Worst. Fucking. Day. Ever.