Chapter 1 - Fury of the Dragonborn

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A loud roar echoed throughout the jungle, setting birds aflight as the force of it made the trees shake and rustle.

Lifting her head, Katarina watched a flock of avians flying overhead away from the terrifying sound, a wicked grin crossing her ruby lips. The red-headed assassin knew that bellowing roar well. Somebody had picked a fight with the dragon that made its home in the jungle, hoping to earn a quick bounty for its head. A risky move here on the fields of justice. If they succeeded, all the gold could purchase some powerful weapons, weapons that could turn the tide of battle in their favour. If they succeeded. The opportunistic assassin aimed to make sure they didn't.

Making her way down the river that flowed past the dragon's home, Katarina stepped slowly, cautiously. She didn't want to give herself away by splashing noisily as she tromped down the stream. Her black leather boots slipping through the shallow, chilled water, she was thankful they were sturdy enough to keep her feet dry. Clutched in each gloved hand was the hilt of a long, wickedly curved dagger, the blades caked with the dried blood of previous victims. They gleamed in the low light cascading through the trees, a deadly surprise for whoever was engaged in the dragon hunt.

Brushing a few locks of her long, flowing, crimson hair from her face, two fingers lingered to trace a line across the old scar cut down across the left side of her face, narrowly missing her bright green eye. Perking her ears, the lightly tanned killer stopped and pressed her back against a nearby tree, the bark scraping uncomfortably against her lower back, exposed along with her midriff by her incredibly low cut top, barely even big enough to cover her heavily endowed chest. The leather jacket she wore wasn't any longer, the zipper undone so that she could use her cleavage as a distraction against any opponent who's eyes wandered too far down from her beautiful, albeit scarred, visage.

Up ahead, she could hear the sounds of battle. Loud splashing as something thrashed about in the water, more roars and echoing growls, pained and weak sounding now, the dragon clearly faltering and losing the fight. Creeping forward just a bit more, Katarina poked her head out from around the tree, hoping she wasn't about to pick a fight with too large of a group.

To her surprise and glee, she found no party of dragon slayers, but rather just one person standing her ground against the enormous fire-breathing beast amidst a pond, the shallow, ankle deep water tainted by blood. Ashen skinned and clad in scale armour coloured a fiery red and trimmed with shimmering gold, the woman was fighting the dragon bare-handed, no weapons to defend herself with, wearing just her draconic looking armour. Armour that looked like it was built more for aesthetics than actual protection. The leggings covered only the outsides of her thighs, climbing up to an armoured skirt that stopped below her belly and left her midriff exposed. A form-fitting chestplate protected her bosom, and curved shoulderpads might keep her from having a limb cut off at the shoulder, but the rest of her arms were bare, save only for an ornate pair of gauntlets, the left functioning as a wrist guard, while the right resembled a dragon's head, as if her right
hand was a monstrous mouth reaching out to take a bite. The most interesting feature was the woman's helm though. Two wickedly curved horns protruding from the sides of it and curling backwards, and from the back of the helmet was what could only be described as a draconic tail, long and sinewy, trailing down the woman's back and past the curve of her ass. It left her face completely open however, her sharp, angular features staring down the actual dragon standing before her with a look of grim determination, her eyes practically glowing the colour of hot embers.

Katarina grinned, watching as the dark, grey-skinned woman launched herself upon the enormous, green-scaled dragon, tearing at it with hands tipped with sharp, almost clawed looking fingers. The dragon's large, webbed wings beating as it tried to lift it's great bulk into the air, its plump belly and short, stubby legs dangling limply as it roared and spewed a gout of flame from its horned visage. The would-be dragon slayer simply stood her ground as she was bathed in flames, looking completely unfazed and unharmed as they sloughed off of her like water. With a bestial cry, she threw herself forward, and her claws tore through the dragon's protruding gut, carving deep grooves in its armoured scales like butter.

The longer she watched the battle, the less confident Katarina became that this woman would be the easy kill she'd first thought her to be. The assassin counted at least three easily exposed vital areas, her stomach, her face, the jugular, not to mention how easy it would be to hamstring her through the bare portion of her thighs, but cutting her down would mean getting up close and personal, and the fiery-haired killer wasn't sure she wanted to get into melee range with somebody who could take a dragon on with her bare hands and come out the victor. No, a wise assassin picked her battles carefully, and this one wasn't in her favour, even with the element of surprise. Though, that wasn't to say that the endeavour need be a complete waste.

Katarina's predatory gaze fell upon the dragon now, roaring in pain as the powerful woman grabbed it's head in one hand and one of its curved horns in the other, snapping the horn clean off and tossing it aside as the monster sought to gore her with it. In its weakened state, this beast would be an easy kill. The stolen bounty would be worth a small fortune, and it wouldn't be difficult to deliver a clean kill and escape before the other woman even realized what was going on. But she'd have to move quickly in order to steal credit for the beast before her foe did!

Leaping out from behind the tree she'd hidden herself by, Katarina made a mad dash towards the wounded monster. Summoning what little magic she'd been taught by the trained killers she'd studied under, the scarlet-haired murderer vanished suddenly as she lunged at the dragon from forty yards away, disappearing into thin air and reappearing atop its back in a puff of smoke. Her legs straddling the beast's back, she grabbed it's one remaining horn to steady herself and with the other hand guided the tip of a knife deep into the monster's neck.

The dragon let out one last bellowing roar, the sound cut short as Katarina sliced through its vocal chords, severing arteries and cutting clean through its throat. The dagger enchanted with spells designed to make it pierce hard armour, the blade was quickly soaked with blood as she sliced the dragon's head clean off, still grasping it by the horn as she leaped backwards, taking its head as proof that she'd slain it.

Standing in the stagnant pool, the ashen-skinned woman stood in shock as the creature she'd been fighting fell decapitated onto its side with a loud splash, blood fountaining from the stump of its neck. Who dared... Who had the audacity to steal her kill? Narrowing her fierce, yellow eyes to slits, Shyvana the Half Dragon's gaze lowered to eye Katarina with a glare that felt like it was burning a hole through her. This wench sought to steal her rightful reward, and she'd pay dearly for that mistake.

Katarina however, had no intention of sticking around for the glowering warrior to take her revenge. Pulling one of the many, many daggers strapped to her belt from its sheath, she gripped it lightly by the hilt and threw the weapon at her surprised opponent to serve as a distraction. The knife sailed through the air with expert aim, spinning end over end to strike Shyvana in the shoulder, the magic imbued blade biting into her shoulderpad and coming within millimetres of piercing her flesh through the thick armour plating. Without a second of hesitation, the assassin was off, bolting with the dragon's head still hanging in her grip by the horn. She tore through the jungle as fast as her legs would carry her, her boots sloshing noisily as she stomped across the riverbed.

Nearing the treeline where the river crossed paths with one of the main roads of this forested region known as Summoner's Rift, Katarina took a second to glance back behind her with a smirk, looking to see just how much of a lead she had on her enraged pursuer. Her grin quickly melted away though when she saw that dark, terrifying woman was only a dozen feet behind her, and gaining quickly. The water splashing and rippling outwards as the armoured dragon hunter was chasing her down, not having been hindered in the slightest by the assassin's surprise attack. Their gaze meeting for one brief moment, Shyvana's eyes seemed to burn with an inhuman light. Without warning, flames suddenly exploded out from around her! A swirling vortex of fire that evaporated the water around her feet, removing all resistance the river had been giving her, Shyvana's speed increased greatly as she raced towards her would-be murderer. Turning her head back to look in front of her, Katarina grit her teeth and pushed her body as hard as it would go, her lungs burning and her heart pounding as her legs pumped and carried her as fast as they could.

There! Just up ahead, a massive stone statue, sculpted to resemble a horned, demonic looking knight wielding a crystal staff and a shield. That statue meant safely, a magical guardian that would attack any enemies who neared while allowing friends to pass by unharmed. It was on Katarina's side in this battle. If she could just make it there safely, it would defend her, and she'd be home free. Stepping out onto the road, the bottoms of her black leather pants sagging, dripping and soaking wet, she ran as quickly as she could towards the shadow of the massive statue with the burning, fiery warrior hot on her heels.

Another glance behind her, and Shyvana was gaining fast. Her hands clenched into fists, she held her right arm out, and staring into the gauntlet covering it, it was as though she was being pursued by another dragon, the air itself burning around her. She wouldn't make it at this rate. So close, but the half-dragon was moving too quickly, she wasn't going to escape.

Just as all hope seemed lost, Katarina caught sight of something that filled her heart with joy. Marching single file down the road towards her, a line of diminutive, cloaked figures, clad in purple with faces masked in the shadows cast by their hoods and wielding tiny swords, shields, and magical wands. The little creatures were just Minions, mindless and weak, magically created for the sole purpose of fighting to the death against whoever they were pitted against on the fields of justice. The girl chasing her would likely tear through them like they were rag dolls, if she didn't ignore the pathetically weak creatures outright, but that didn't matter, because they were targets that she could use her teleportation spell to move towards. As they marched towards her without pause, stepping out from underneath the protective statue, they were just coming into range of her.

Behind her, Shyvana was only a step behind now. One clawed hand outstretched, she reached out to grab hold of Katarina, her hand igniting and bursting into flames. The knife wielding assassin screwed her eyes shut just as those claws grabbed hold of her jacket collar. Summoning her little magic once more, she threw herself forward and vanished, leaving Shyvana to stumble a few steps further up the road, clutching just Katarina's empty coat.

In a puff of smoke, Katarina reappeared a good distance further ahead. The spell sending her to the back of one of the small minions, she planted her feet against its spine and kicked out, springboarding off of it and diving into a somersault. Climbing to her feet, she took a half second to brush some dirt from her pants before she was off and running again, easily covering the rest of the distance towards the stone knight.

Safe at last, she slowed to a stop, her heavy chest heaving as she doubled over, leaning her hands against her knees for support as she sucked in deep, ragged breaths, gasping for air. And still, the dragon's severed, bloody head was gripped tightly in her left hand. Her bright, red lips curled into a smile as she stood up and let out a sigh, turning to watch her foe forced to stop her pursuit in fear of the damage that statue would cause.

Except she wasn't stopping.

Shyvana didn't pause, didn't hesitate, still running down the road towards her, Katarina's coat discarded behind her. The fire that surrounded her engulfed the minions as she ran right past their line, setting their cloaks alight and sending the downright cute looking critters to their doom, all of them collapsing to the ground in piles of ash and charred clothes. Coming into range of the stone sculpture, the demonic stone warrior's eyes began to glow a bright shade of violet. From the violet crystal atop its staff came a burst of purple energy that flew towards Shyvana with perfect accuracy, striking her square in her breastplate, but it didn't even slow down the furious demi-human. A second blast quickly followed, the magical energy hitting again in the same place with even more force, but Shyvana did nothing more than wince as she maintained her speed.

She wasn't going to stop, she wasn't going to stop chasing her until either she was dead, or Katarina was. The assassin felt a chill run down her spine and took a wary step back. The half-dragon was almost upon her again! Her green eyes wide with panic, she turned tail and ran again, fleeing from her pursuer and sealing her own fate. Winded and exhausted, she could barely manage more than a jog, and in her haste to escape, Katarina ran right past the statue and out of range of it.

From the demonic guardian's weapon came a third shot of magical destruction, another direct, unavoidable blow to the armoured female. This time she staggered, but still she continued. Though she put up a strong front, those magical bursts hurt a very great deal. Had Katarina stayed in the magical turret's shadow, Shyvana would have been forced to flee or be struck down by the relentless assault, but now that she was running away, the half-dragon could pursue her away from the stone monster and into the relative safety of the open road beyond it.

Every muscle in her body was burning from the strain, but Katarina forced herself to continue, driven by fear. Further up the road was a second rocky protector she could take shelter under, if she could just make it there. Her vision bleary from exhaustion, the path seemed like it went on forever, the statue so far away. She wasn't going to make it, she didn't have the energy. Just ahead and to the right though was a field of tall grass and thick bushes. Maybe, just maybe she could duck in there and hide, possibly lose her fiery pursuer amongst the brush.

Her free hand was clutching at her side as she ran, her body cramping up. So close, she was so close. Turning her head, Katarina couldn't help but risk a peek behind her, to see if her hunter was as winded as she. To her horror, there was no distance between them. The flames that surrounded Shyvana were licking at her heels, drying and then singing her boots.

With a bestial roar, Shyvana pounced, arms outstretched to tackle Katarina to the dirt. Both women fell forward in a tangle of limbs, the demi-human's armour clacking together as she hit the ground hard, knocking the wind from Katarina's lungs. Her face planted in the dirt, the smaller, slender girl couldn't even scream, struggling to even breathe, her body ached and burned so much. Her large chest pressed uncomfortably flat beneath their combined weight, she let out a strained grunt.

As suddenly as they had erupted around her, the fires engulfing Shyvana vanished, and she climbed to her knees, straddling her captive's back and pinning her arms down. Her claws left scratches across Katarina's bare arms, and the draconic looking head around her right hand bit down into her flesh, the assassin wheezing in pain and releasing her grip on the severed head she'd been carrying this whole time.

"Thought you could steal my kill and get away with it, did you? Now you'll feel the full fury of a dragon!" Shyvana growled, her voice deep, with a slight gravelly, whispery hint to it.

"Aagh! You bitch, you're deep in our territory now, my teammates will find you, even if you kill me, you won't get away alive!" In contrast, Katarina's voice was strong, almost regal sounding. Squirming and struggling beneath her captor, she bucked and tried to throw her off.

Shyvana growled, tightening her grip and squeezing her thighs together to stop her prey's thrashing about. Still, she had a point. Glancing about as if expecting an ambush at any moment, the half-dragon gave a reptilian hiss and climbed off of her trapped opponent, still holding her arms tightly and digging her sharp nails into them as a warning. She fought a full blooded dragon with her bare hands, she could easily rip Katarina's arms from their sockets if she put up too much of a fight. Spotting the same brush that Katarina had hoped to lose her in, a wicked gleam came to her glowing eyes as she got an idea. Dragging her defeated foe to her knees, Shyvana dragged her towards the bushes, briefly pausing to slam her knee into Katarina's rib cage when she tried to scream and pull back.

Tossing her into the tall grass, Shyvana pounced again, ducking into the brush and out of sight. From in there, they were completely invisible to any passersby who might make their way down the road. The blades of grass standing taller than even Shyvana's amazonian proportions, and nestled together close enough that the bushes looked like a solid wall of plant life. Her blackened, ashen lips curling into a wicked grin, she clamped her left hand over Katarina's mouth to stifle her cries, her draconic maw still squeezing tightly, digging teeth and claws into her skin in a threatening gesture.

Emerald eyes wide open in terror, Katarina ceased her struggling, holding still and not wanting to antagonize her vengeful enemy any further. Her muffled cries were silenced by Shyvana's palm, and she shook her head to try and dislodge it. Tilting her head back, she managed to slip away from her hand for a second to speak. "Let me go! Take the damned bounty if you want it so much!" Motioning back towards the road with her free hand, her arm quivering as she pointed to where the true dragon's head was lying on the dirt path.

"Hmph, that won't change things. You took my kill, you robbed me of the chance to prove my worth against him, stole my honour. So now, I'll take your dignity as compensation." With a low growl that filled Katarina with dread, Shyvana slid her bare, left hand down the assassin's face, her claws trailing sharp lines across her throat, before she suddenly grabbed hold of her shirt and yanked back on it roughly. Her razored fingers tore through the leather and shredded her top in one swift motion.

"Wha-what the hell?!" Katarina cried out in surprise, her tightly constrained breasts bouncing free of her far too small top, tatters of leather falling from her ripped shirt. Shyvana's claws left red marks across her tanned skin, but thankfully drew no blood from her exposed tits.

Licking her lips hungrily, the half-dragon lunged forward, opening her mouth wide to show off a set of sharp fangs before closing her lips around one of the captive woman's perky nipples. Katarina threw her head back and screamed as she felt those teeth digging into the sensitive, pink nub, chewing on it lightly enough to do no damage, but still sharply enough to hurt. Digging her fangs into her captive's teat, she pulled back, stretching her nipple until Katarina cried out before letting it go, and watching her stretched breast snap back against her chest. Quickly clamping her open palm down hard over her crimson lips once more, Shyvana shushed her with an evil smile. "Now now, can't have you calling attention to me, not when we're so far into your territory." She cooed, as if to remind Kat that her allies might stumble upon them at any time, filling her with both hope and shame. Pressing her pursed lips back against that same, aching nipple, Shyvana suckled on it gently, letting her tongue, strangely forked like a snake's, flick across her reddened areola.

Squirming and groaning into the half-dragon's hand, the sounds muffled into sounding more like a low moan, Kat balled her available hand into a tight fist and started beating on her rapist's shoulder, trying to kick uselessly at her shins, even though they were shielded by scaly, plated boots. Shyvana was having none of that though, and she jerked hard on Katarina's left arm, the draconic gauntlet leaving sharp bite marks in her supple flesh. In case that wasn't enough pain to deter her, her hand begin to glow, a hellish flame searing her in the same spot she was bitten, intensifying the agony until Kat's eyes were welling up with tears and she got the message.

"This doesn't have to be painful for you my dear, but if you don't stop squirming I'm going to have to MAKE you stop." Shyvana's eyes flashed with menace, staring into Katarina's watery pools as if trying to burn a hole in her skull. Whimpering softly, the assassin stopped thrashing, her eyes wide in sheer terror. Laying her hand against her attacker's shoulder in surrender, she arched her back and turned her head away, cheeks burning red in humiliation.

"There now, that's better. Just lay back and enjoy yourself my dear, and just maybe I'll take it easy on you." Hissing between clenched teeth, Shyvana shoved a leg forward between Kat's thighs, sweeping her legs out from under her and slowly easing the smaller woman down onto her back. Some of the tall grass became crushed underfoot and pushed out of the way, cushioning the ground slightly and forming a mattress of green leaves. Lowering herself on top of her, the demi-human growled and went back to toying with her buxom chest.

Taking the other nipple into her drooling maw, she started to slurp and suckle on it lewdly, teasing it with her tongue, letting the stiffening button slide in between the fork of it and vibrating her slimy tongue against it. She kept up her perverted teasing, tormenting Kat until the killer arched her back and let out a pleasure-tinged moan. Loosening her grip over Katarina's lips, she paused to see if her prey was going to try screaming again. When all she heard was a low, lustful moan instead, she grinned and let her fingers trail lower, lightly caressing the assassin's vulnerable throat before mauling her exposed tit, groping it roughly and grinding her sore nipple against the palm.


Warm, sticky saliva was spilling from the half-dragon's lips, soaking that lovely chest pillow until it glistened, spit running down the sides to pool in between her cleavage. Katarina groaned, the disgusting slime making her feel dirty. Wincing as Shyvana took to nibbling on her breast again, her fangs indenting the soft flesh and leaving bite marks, peppering her bosom with vicious kisses. Her clawed hand squeezing harshly, until she could feel Kat's large mammary being squeezed outwards through the gaps between her fingers. Her palms had a rough, almost scaly texture to them, kneading her perfectly round tit harshly.

Sitting upright, Shyvana let go of Kat's chest, moving to straddle her waist. Releasing her death grip on Katarina's arm, she started fiddling with her guantlet, popping it off with a click and then tossing it aside. She was only freeing up her hands to molest both of her playmates melons at once, squeezing and pulling on them cruelly, rolling them beneath her palms and mashing them together, then prying them apart to expose her cleavage. Her tongue was hanging from her mouth, dripping drool into the gap. With a hungry snarl, Shyvana buried her face between her love cushions, licking up and down the crack of her aching bosom. Those unerring claws leaving dark red scratches all over, leaving the woman to writhe and whine. Trailing gentle nibbles up the insides of her breasts, the ashen amazon exhaled a hot breath that made beads of sweat gather and roll down Kat's bosom to mix with her spit, lapping them up with a pleased "Mnnn..."

Katarina groaned and laid there limply, hoping against the odds that if she just sat there and took the abuse, that the demi-human might be satisfied and let her go. Or, more preferably, that the half-dragon would make herself vulnerable.

Distracted by the assassin's bountiful chest, Shyvana wasn't even pinning her victim down anymore. Kat's left arm ached something fierce, but her right was virtually untouched. Tilting her head down to watch the inhuman woman assaulting her boobs with abandon, the young killer scowled down at her. Her attacker didn't even have her eyes open, losing herself between Katarina's heavy knockers. Silently, the famed murderer reached towards her belt, hoping not to call attention to her movements. Tentatively, she wrapped her fingers around the handle of a knife, a veritable kitchen's worth of blades strapped to her waist and thighs. She wasn't called the Sinister Blade for nothing. Grasping the hilt tightly, Katarina let out a triumphant cry as she pulled the weapon free of it's sheath and jabbed the enchanted edge at Shyvana's chest in one swift motion.

Katarina had expected her dagger to stab through her armour easily, but she was thrown off by just how smoothly the blade moved, meeting no resistance as it cut through nothing at all. Without even opening her eyes, Shyvana deftly shifted her weight to the side, just enough for the jagged knife to miss her by a hair. In the same movement, the tail on the back of her helmet curled and lashed at the weapon, whipping Kat's hand and knocking the dagger from it.

"Naughty girl, it seems you just don't learn, do you?" Opening her eyes to reveal slitted, reptilian pupils and blazing orange irises, Shyvana squeezed her intended murderer's breasts, digging her fingers into them and pulling, until her delicate skin stretched taut and her mammaries were reshaped into cones. Throwing her head back, Katarina let out a guttural groan and tried to paw at Shyvana's hands, slapping at them to no avail. "If you don't want to play nice, then neither will I." Despite the heat she practically radiated, Shyvana's raspy voice had a noticeably icy tone to it. Still tugging on her tits, the half-dragon pinched those perky, pink nipples between thumb and forefinger and twisted on them hard, pulling back sharply at the same time, leaving Kat to scream out in pain. When finally she released her grip, the woman's pillows flopped back into place, the large, soft mounds wobbling and jiggling as they slapped together.

Katarina's eyes were screwed shut, biting her bottom lip to distract herself from the ache in her chest and her fingers clawing at the dirt. Grimacing, she could hear the clink of metal on metal, followed by a thud as something hit the dirt nearby. Cracking one eye open to see what new hell Shyvana intended to put her through, both green eyes snapped open wide, staring in slack-jawed shock at her captor.

Shyvana had removed the plated skirt that protected her loins, and now staring Kat between the eyes was a big, fat, monstrous cock. Thick and meaty, the shaft was as dark as the rest of her skin and lined with bumpy ridges on all sides, one circling around the pole every inch from the tip to the base. The crown of it was especially thick and hard looking, the black-blue head having a curving, downwards slope and ending in a pointed tip. The inhuman prick jutted angrily from between the larger woman's thighs, a pair of scaly, low hanging balls dangling underneath, each one the size of an egg.

Shyvana wore an ecstatic look on her face. Oh, how much it hurt to keep herself confined. Playing with this obnoxious slut's huge tits had given her a raging hard-on, and the hard, unforgiving steel of her armour was not sympathetic to her lusts. The look on Katarina's face was almost as divine as the freedom her throbbing tool now enjoyed. Stroking a hand across Kat's cheek lovingly, her thumb drew a gentle line across the scar that cut from her left eyebrow down to her cheekbone. "Mnn, what's wrong dear? You look surprised."

"What... What the hell are you?!" Katarina demanded, her voice a cocktail of confusion, horror, and awe.

"The blessed curse of being half human and half dragon does strange things to a girl's anatomy." Shyvana chuckled, still teasing that scarred visage. Pulling her hips back, she moved to squeeze Kat's breasts again, caressing them more gently now as she guided her throbbing fuckstick in between them.

In a blind panic, Katarina was reaching for another knife, but she was clumsy and made no move to hide her intention. Shyvana deftly jabbed her knees into the girl's wrists, making her cry out again, her hands growing tense and fingers curling as if to grasp at the air. Holding her knees steady to keep those arms pinned, the horny 'woman' manhandled those lovely tits roughly, squeezing them together around her hard, hot length. She didn't even try to hide her enjoyment, taking delight in using Katarina's body with the knowledge she could do nothing to stop her.

Pushing and rolling her buxom breasts around her shaft, the half-dragon bucked her hips, giving a hard thrust in between them and rocking Katarina's body. The sensitive, knobby ridges caressed softly by her supple flesh. Her bare ass was dragging across her captive's upper belly, sliding her bumpy prick deep into her cleavage in short, hard thrusts, making sure Katarina could see the tapered tip pistoning back and forth towards her face, the head occasionally bumping against her chin.

There was no delicateness, no loving tender touches, Shyvana was little more than an animal sating her primal lusts on the girl, her fingers mauling her delicate skin. Katarina could do little more than thrash her head about and groan, her legs kicking uselessly at the air and stomping the floor in frustration. No matter how hard she struggled, Shyvana overpowered her easily, not even pausing her vigorous movements and humping her chest harder. From the tip of her dark grey cock, a single drop of pearly white oozed out, the warm glob of precum smeared across Kat's chin on the next thrust. Shyvana's fangs chewed on her bottom lip, the monstrous halfling throwing her head back and grunting, kneading her new toys hard, mashing them together and trapping her fleshy pillar in between them. More and more pre was leaking out in a steady stream, and added to all her spit, it slicked her pole nicely to help her ram it forward with all her might.

The blades of grass rustling in the wind were drowned out by the wet slapping of skin on skin. Grinding her scaly nuts against the funbags she was so viciously squeezing, Shyvana let out a grunt. "Ngh! To think such a great pair of tits is wasted on a two-bit thug, you'd be better suited as a brothel whore."

Katarina whimpered pathetically, her cheeks burning red in humiliation. Her fingers dug grooves in the dirt, unable to take the shame of being groped and molested so hard anymore.

Neither could Shyvana. Thrusting her hips a few more times, she grit her teeth to stifle a roar as sweet release overwhelmed her, sending jolts of electricity coursing up and down her spine. Her aching cock throbbed and pulsated, swelling larger as the thick vein running along the underside of her length bulged, her searing seed rocketing up the length of it and firing from her tip in thick, sticky ropes. Hissing between clenched teeth, her boiling hot cum splattered the underside of the assassin's chin, shooting several more viscous jets of sperm all over her hefty bosom. Wondering if at last her nightmare was over, Katarina made the mistake of tilting her head to look at the mess, the next huge wad of cum hitting her in the face. She cringed and shut her eyes quickly as two more spurts coated her cheeks, spraying across the bridge of her nose and narrowly missing one of her closed eyes.

Shyvana sat there on her prisoner's stomach as her orgasm died down, panting from exhertion and admiring her handiwork with a lewd smile. Katarina's chest and face were both positively drenched in cum. There was so much of it that she could barely even make out the girl's pretty skin beneath the thick layer of white goo. The warm slime dripped down her breasts and pooled in her cleavage, and her face was a warm mask of spunk. Opening her eyes slowly, Katarina blinked a few times to clear her vision, the viscous liquid glueing her eyelashes together. Cringing and breathing heavily, she scowled up at her tormentor. "There... Are you satisfied?" Katarina asked indignantly.

Shyvana gave a deep, throaty laugh. Giving her breasts one last squeeze, she gripped the sides of Katarina's face between her hands, rubbing her jizz into the proud woman's skin. Holding her head still, she leaned forward to give her playmate a kiss, nibbling lightly on Kat's bottom lip and tugging on it. Moaning softly, the dragoness savoured the taste of her own essence on the girl's lips and toyed with them, sucking on one lip lewdly before mashing their mouths back together in a sloppy kiss, some of her drool flooding Kat's mouth. When she finally broke the kiss, she sat upright and shook her head. "Oh no, my dear, we haven't even gotten started yet. That was just a warm up."

Katarina's brilliant green eyes grew wide with dread, watching as Shyvana gave her cock a playful slap, the monstrous woman's dick not having softened a bit despite the rather thorough paintjob she'd done on her. Licking her lips and grinning wickedly, the ashen shemale shifted her hips back, straddling Kat's thighs so that she could reach for her belt. The bounty thief shrieked and reached for another knife, but Shyvana slapped her hands away and unbuckled her pants quickly, pulling her belt off in one long motion. Tossing it over her shoulder, there was a clatter of metal as the many daggers strapped to it rattled together and hit the ground, far out of Katarina's reach. The assassin sat upright, still flailing about in a panic as she lunged for yet another dagger sheathed against one of her thighs, but Shyvana grabbed at her wrists, pinning them together and holding them trapped with one hand. The other gripped the hem of Kat's leather pants and tore through them with a loud rip. She shred them so fast that the many blades strapped to them were sent flying, leaving the poor, abused bitch without any more sharp toys to reach for.

Flashing a lascivious grin, the half-dragon cooed at the vision beneath, nothing but a tight, hip-hugging leather thong seperating her from her prey's treasure box. Her index finger traced delicately down the front of it, the sharp digit making Kat cringe as it rubbed her slit through the thin leather.

Twisting her upper body and rolling partially onto her side, Katarina managed to yank her arms free with a grunt. Scrabbling at the dirt, she tried in vain to claw her way to freedom, but Shyvana's thighs clamped tightly around her legs and kept her locked in place. Mud and grass stuck to her skin, clinging to the white sap that she was soaked with. The beaten assassin screamed in frustration and rage, still twisting and thrashing about, only making more of a mess of herself. Twigs and dirt were getting caught up in her silky hair.

Chuckling darkly, Shyvana let her get out from under her a bit, Katarina just squirming into a better position for her purposes. Grabbing her by the hips, she yanked her back before she could crawl too far and pried her legs apart. Thrusting her hips forward, the dragoness growled, the sharp head of her dick rubbing against Kat's sex, the leather thong the only thing stopping her from burying her bone in her toy's love tunnel. Her warm seed still caked her cockhead, smearing her hot cream across the front of Kat's panties.

Growing annoyed by her bitch's constant struggles, Shyvana grabbed the back of her head and shoved her face into the dirt, scraping her visage into some weeds. A pained grunt rumbling in Katarina's throat, the famed butcher of Noxus arched her back instinctively, pushing against the ground with all her might and shoving her ass up in air. This just made it easier for Shyvana to strip her ass bare. Dragging her claws across the woman's back, leaving red scratches behind, Shyvana took hold of the exposed string of the thong obstructing her path and yanked on it until she heard it snap.

"No! Noooo!" Katarina wailed as she felt her underwear digging into her snatch painfully until the string broke. It hung in tatters for a moment before falling off of her, exposing her pink, tender lips and a neatly trimmed strip of fiery red hair.

Shyvana's prick throbbed in anticipation, bobbing and slapping wetly against Kat's netherlips, grinding back and forth against her entrance eagerly. "You know, if you had cooperated, I could've made this much more fun for you. But since you've done nothing but get in my way, we're going to focus on my needs." The draconic woman hissed between teasing prods, her hands squeezing and caressing Katarina's hips, stroking her meaty thighs.

Jerking her hips back, Shyvana sat her muscular ass down on the cushioned bed of crushed leaves, dragging Katarina back and forcibly seating her in the dragon's lap. Her arms wrapping around her slim, trim waist, Shyvana squeezed her hard in a great bear hug, crushing the wind from Kat's lungs as she kicked out and shook her head from side to side. Having to struggle to breathe took the fight from her pretty quick, and she was gasping for air when the warrior woman loosened her grip, lifting her hands to squeeze and knead her heavy chest again. Shyvana's hard, scaled chestplate pressed roughly against the back of her shirt, the heaving assassin's top hanging on by the sleeves and little else, completely torn away in front. Lifting her knees, Shyvana managed to slip them in between her sexdoll's thighs, spreading her legs and forcing Katarina's wide open.

The trained killer's cheeks burned. Her tender pussy exposed to the warm, spring air, her only saving grace was that nobody could see her so compromised. The bushes completely hid them from view of the road, so no one could see her being abused for the dragon's amusement. It also meant that no one could find her to come to her aid.

Shyvana's bumpy girlcock pulsated, her blood pumping and keeping her fleshpole stiff and needy. It stood at attention and bobbed in the air, and each time it throbbed it would smack Katarina's sensitive lips lightly. Mauling those enviable tits aggressively, the dragoness purred and started to nibble a little bit on her new toy's collarbone, flicking her tongue across it and giving soft, teasing licks. Her hips shifted awkwardly, letting her hard maleness slide back and forth across Kat's delicate lips. The ridges were a bit thicker on top of the shaft, and the stiff bumps teased her outer labia. Katarina let out a low moan, lifting a hand to her mouth and biting down on a finger to try and distract herself from her torment, which was starting to feel good. Even her chest was sending happy tingles through her body as Shyvana's rough groping became more of a firm massage.

A trail of slick juices smeared the topside of Shyvana's tool, and Katarina exhaled a deep sigh, the sound combining joy and anxiousness. She knew now what the stronger woman was up to. She was getting Katarina nice and wet, prepping her for... Katarina didn't even want to think about it.

As if sensing the dawning realization on the girl, Shyvana crushed her breasts in her powerful grip, raspy voice whispering into her ear. "Don't even think about struggling now. Wet or dry, one way or another you're fucked. Better to just relax and enjoy the ride dearie." Easing back into her strong, dough-kneading massage, the dragoness pulled her unwilling lover down. The cum-slick crown of her shaft prodding insistently at her hole, toying with it until juices were flowing freely and trickling down her pole.

"Stop, stop, don't do this!" Katarina begged, her hands clutching at her captor's wrists weakly.

The haughty look on her face as she was about to be raped by a societal outcast filled Shyvana with burning need, the desire to break this dishonorable wench and leave her a blubbering wreck. Despite the abuses she'd been made to suffer already, Katarina still had her pride, and that's exactly what Shyvana intended to take from her. Ignoring her pleas, the draconic woman peppered the side of the red-head's neck with amorous kisses, sucking on her flesh and leaving lovebites on her skin. Her slickened member sawing back and forth over her damp slit, eliciting short little "Mmnf!"s from Katarina's ruby red lips whenever one of the ribs brushed past her clitoris.

Katarina's head slowly tilted to the side, exposing more of her neck to Shyvana's pursed lips. She was trying so hard not to enjoy this, but she barely had any fight left in her. It had been fruitless up to this point and just made things worse. "No, no more... Stop..." Katarina pleaded again, but it sounded weak and forced. Her hips shifted of their own accord, rubbing her puffy, drenched honeypot back and forth across those fun little bumps.

Smirking, Shyvana bit down gently on Kat's collarbone, feeling her warming up at last to her advances. Pressing those soft chest pillows together, she held on firmly and lifted her up. The tip of her ribbed staff prodding against her sopping wet box again, she slowly eased her down onto it. Growling, those tender pussy lips parting for her at long last, she pulled Kat down further into her lap, squeezing her eyes shut and moaning from the tightness enveloping her prick.

Letting her jaw hang open, Katarina gave a guttural moan as she was speared by that hot, thick tube. It split her cunt open wide around it's generous girth and probed deeper into her core. The hideous lines and ridges that covered it rubbed against her innards, the ugly bumps massaging her vaginal walls making her writhe in ecstasy. This was wrong, this was wrong, this was wrong! She didn't want to feel pleasure from this! She wanted to murder this huge, reptilian freak of nature, not get fucked by her. Her body wasn't listening to her mind though. Her chest still ached, but Shyvana's loving squeezes were easing the pain and screwing with her head, and her hips were practically grinding back to meet the arduously slow push into her depths.

Shyvana was pleased to see her pet getting into it at last. Burying nearly half of her long, cunt-splitting log in her drooling honeypot, the draconian warrior eased herself back out just as slowly, until she heard Katarina whine, the sound shocking even the scarred assassin as her body yearned to be filled. Snickering, Shyvana was eager to oblige, and shoved back in quickly, forcing her length an inch deeper than before. The suddenness of the thrust made the captive red-head yelp and throw her head back. Again, the dragon pulled back at an agonizing pace, until she heard her toy whimper for more before jabbing in deeply. She repeated herself again and again, making Katarina moan louder each time before cramming her malehood into the girl's wet snatch. Everytime she impaled the girl, her cock sunk a little bit deeper, until finally she squeezed Kat's buxom bosom hard and shoved her down the whole way, forcing her to take all ten inches into her tight little flower.

Katarina could feel steam hitting the back of her neck, billowing out from the fiery halfling's nostrils. Her eyes watered from being stuffed so full, her petals never having been stretched so wide before. She swore she could feel the pointy, inhuman cockhead battering against her cervix, it dug so deep into her sex. "God... T-too biiig..." She whined loudly, tossing her head back and forth, her knuckles going white from gripping her kidnapper's wrists so tightly.

Shyvana snorted and growled, biting a bit harder on her hostage's collar, sinking fangs into it and making her cry out in pain. Despite her protests, Katarina's fluids were gushing, soaking the dragon's heavy nuts and stoking the fires of her lust. Abandoning all pretense of pleasuring her partner, Shyvana bucked her hips hard enough to throw Katarina up into the air, roughly yanking her back down and slamming her back down on top of her cock.

Her hips jerking and thrusting wildly, Katarina bounced in the half-dragon's lap. "Nngh! Stop, slow down, you're going too fast!" She grunted, her eyes wide and looking down to watch the monster's cock splitting her open and plunging deep. Her tight sex was like a vice, her muscles clenching, trying to resist the harsh intrusion, but that only seemed to spur the beast on even more. The rigid bumps scraping away at her inner walls, wearing away at them until they loosened up some, letting the dragoness pillage her cunt without mercy.

It wasn't just the size, or the strange shape that was driving Katarina insane. It was the heat. That unbearably warm sensation. It felt like she was being ravaged by hot iron. Her juices sizzled as they dripped down the dragon's hefty sack, those egg-sized balls bouncing wildly. Arching her back, she spread her legs wider, gingerly reaching inwards. Two gloved fingers brushing past her sensitive love button, she started rubbing her clit in circles and moaning loudly, playing with herself while Shyvana pummeled her insides. Her other hand was holding tight to her rapist, weakly trying to guide her clawed hands to the most sensitive portions of her bruised chest.

Shyvana moaned hotly. It had been so long since she'd had such a nice, tight hole to plow. Her time was always spent either fending off the assault of dragons and humans alike who felt her existence was a crime against nature, or representing the city-state of Demacia on the fields of justice. It was so rare that she got the chance to slake her desires, that when she finally did, the she-dragon was more than a little pent up. But not for long, not with the way this delectable little slut was squeezing her cock. Already she could feel her balls churning with the need to spill her seed. Her hips pumping and bobbing Katarina in her lap, her wild thrusting sped up. Getting close now, soooo close... Just... A few more...

"Katarina!"

Shyvana froze, her fierce eyes snapping wide open and one hand flying to clamp down over Katarina's mouth. Her loins burned, wanting to keep pounding away at her twat, but the dragoness forced herself to stay still, listening intently. Katarina's gorgeous green eyes shifted about wildly, her whole body going stiff as she sought out the source of that voice. Someone had called her name, somebody nearby was looking for her.

"Katarina?! Where are you?!" The voice calling for her was in many ways like Shyvana's, mingled with Katarina's own. It was deep and hissing, but possessed a regal tone to it implying a noble upbringing. Katarina recognized it well, that of her sister Cassiopeia.

Whereas Katarina had studied under the tutelage of her father and trained to be a valuable asset to the Noxian military, Cassiopeia had chosen a more traditional path, becoming a common sight of noble delegations, frequently serving as a courtesan, and using her connections and trysts with foreign ambassadors for espionage. She'd been the desire of every man, until she crossed the wrong visiting noble. For her transgression, she was cursed, her appearance transformed to match her heart.

Above the waist, she resembled her eternally beautiful self. Skin tanned a shimmering bronze, belly nicely toned and flat, her waist trim and slender, and a bountiful chest rivalled only by her sister's. But below the belt, her legs had fused together into a long serpentine tail. Her skin turned scaly from her hips to the tip of her ghastly new limb. Her long, perfectly manicured nails had elongated into razor sharp claws, more vicious than even the half-dragon's, and silken scarlet hair had become thick, green, and leathery. Though her face had been miraculously spared the reptilian transformation, her sapphire eyes now shone with an unnatural light. Once the most desireable woman on Runeterra, she was now a beastly naga. Her previous 'profession' now lost to her, she was a frequent, fearsome sight on the battlefield, often alongside her sister Katarina.

The sister she was now hunting for with an annoyed expression marring her smooth features. "Katarina! Damn it sssister, where have you gone?" The serpentine woman jingled as she moved, slithering down the road. Clad in gold jewellery everywhere, shining bracelets and belts inlaid with gemstones wrapped around her arms, waist and parts of her tail clinked together whenever she moved. A shimmering, ornate, golden brassiere covering her breasts the only hint of human modesty remaining in the naga.

As the reptile drew near the brush, Shyvana tensed up. There was a small spot where the tall grass had been crushed when the half-dragon dragged her prey into the bushes. Through that gap, she could see Cassiopeia searching high and low for her sibling. Likewise, if the serpent looked in the wrong direction, the dragon's little tryst would be discovered. Thankfully, Cassiopeia didn't seem to notice, not yet at least.

The dragoness kept her grip tight over Katarina's lips to muffle her, staring intently at the naga through the overgrown weeds. Her burning, fiery orbs narrowed in frustration. Oh how her loins seethed, she wanted to rut, to feel this slutty thief's twat squeeze the life from her pole. The dragon opened her mouth to moan as she suddenly felt just that, quickly biting her tongue to quiet herself. Her gaze shifting downwards, her lips curled into a sneer at the sight she beheld.

Katarina's eyes were half-lidded, her fingers vigorously rubbing at her delicate clit, making her slit spasm and twitch from the pleasure. Her eyes were looking in any direction but straight ahead, trying to avoid catching sight of her sister as she fingered her little button in shame, trying to get herself off with the dragon's staff still deep in her cunt.

Shyvana grinned. What a delightful little whore she'd procured for herself. Kat's scarlet locks brushed past the shemale's cheeks as she gave her ear the gentlest of nibbles, tracing her forked tongue along the outer edge and hissing. "Your teammates are here. They're looking for you. If you were to cry out for help, they'd surely come to rescue you. Don't you want them to see you?" Still teasing her outer ear with soft little licks, Shyvana lowered her hips, and then thrust upwards sharply, her cock filling her stretched tunnel with a lewd, wet schlick. Katarina moaned in pleasure, her leather-clad fingers giving her nub a sharp squeeze, the sound quieted by Shyvana's hand. "They might find you here, bouncing on my dick, and then I'd be forced to flee. You'd be saved this indignity." Shyvana growled softly, keeping her voice low so that only Katarina would hear, and thrust her hips up again, grinding her ridged shaft inside. Letting go of the captive killer's breast, the she-dragon let her other hand graze down Kat's toned stomach, gently stroking her soft skin as though she might never get to again. Pressing her palm against the slender girl's lower belly, she bucked her hips forward again, grinding their hips against one another until she was prodding Katarina's g-spot, the girl's pussy muscles going wild and practically orgasming on the spot. "So go ahead and scream, so that your friends can rush over here and watch you cream yourself." Giving one more hard thrust into Kat's soaked sex, Shyvana unclamped her hand from her lips. She stopped, and waited with bated breath.

Katarina didn't make a sound.

The assassin's eyelids were shut tight, and she was biting her bottom lip to counterbalance the pleasure Shyvana was forcing upon her, trying to keep quiet. Smiling evilly from ear to ear, the dragoness grabbed hold of Katarina's thighs and lifted them up, forcing her legs even wider apart. Using her muscular legs like handles, Shyvana hoisted her up into the air and then dragged her back down, impaling her sextoy hard and thrusting her hips wildly. Bucking like a bronco, she hilted herself in Katarina's snatch again and again, picking up the pace where she left off before. Maybe Katarina was starting to enjoy herself too much to want it to end, or maybe she just didn't want to suffer the public humiliation of getting caught being used for a cocksleeve. It really didn't matter why to Shyvana, but it was endlessly entertaining to watch her struggle to remain silent. Gritting her teeth and thrashing her head about to keep herself from screaming like a banshee. Shyvana herself had to stop from laughing maniacally as she bounced the woman in her lap and rammed her cock balls deep into her sex.

Cassiopeia passed nearby the brush, again missing the small opening that would have let her see the two of them rutting in the bushes. The long tail stretching from the back of Shyvana's skull curled around and wrapped around Katarina's head. Stroking her hair reassuringly, she twisted Kat's neck, forcing her to watch her serpentine sister desperately search for the girl while the half-dragon was raping her just feet away.

She was too close to the edge to stop now, they both were. Steam blowing from Shyvana's nose and soaking the back of Katarina's neck with perspiration, she grunted and pumped her hips, her stiff pole swelling again as her orgasm neared. The fiery red-head's fingers were a blur, rapidly stroking her clit and grinding her hips back to meet those punishing thrusts, trying to manipulate the angle to hit her sweet spot each time. Her breasts were bouncing, uncontained by Shyvana's grabby hands for the first time since her top had been destroyed. Her lovely mounds rippling and jiggling, Kat grabbed at one with her open hand, molesting her chest with far more experience on where her sensitive regions were. She toyed with one of her sore nipples and ground her teeth together, desperately trying not to make a sound, not wanting her sister to see her surrendering to such base impulses. Even still, there was no way to quiet the dirty squelches her cunny made each time Shyvana's slick pole was crammed into it, or the wet slapping of skin on skin, both women glistening with a thin layer of sweat.

Katarina's eyes were wide with dread. What would her sister say if she saw her now? Even at her worst, the adulterous snake wouldn't be caught dead having an affair in a public place. Worse yet, what would her father say? To see her engaging in such misconduct seemingly so willingly. With an enemy no less! She would never live this humiliation down if she was seen. She wanted her sister to go away, just for a moment, just long enough to hit her peak.

Shyvana wasn't willing to wait for the naga to leave to have her fun though. Her thick, monstrous spear hammering away at Kat, she kept up her rigorous pace, making sure to strike Katarina's sweet spot each time, and if she missed it, she would grind their hips together until she found it and the smaller woman writhed in ecstasy, biting her tongue so hard to keep quiet that she drew blood.

At last, the dragoness felt her already tight pussy do the impossible, squeezing even harder as Katarina reached her peak. Shyvana took great delight in watching her thrash and arch her spine, head thrown back and mouth gaping in a muted scream of bliss as the ashen-woman forced her to orgasm. The look of absolute shame on her face as pleasure was forced upon her just feet away from her rescue.

Cassiopeia hissed, finding no sign of her sister. She did come across a dragon's severed head just lying in the middle of the dirt road and amongst some trampled grass, the serpent eyeing it with a quizzical look. She wondered where in the world it came from. She had heard a half-dragon was a member of the opposing force they were fighting, and wondered if the skull belonged to her foe. The thought made her giddy, and upon closer examination, she could see the telltale sign of her sister's blades, the clean, neat cut tracing the entire length of it's neck. Though she still had no idea where Katarina had gone, she was enthused to see her sister was most likely out slaughtering their foes still. Reassured that her sibling was probably fine, she turned her head as a line of minions came marching down the dirt road. Falling in behind them, she pursued the minion wave off into the distance, knowing she'd be able to use them as living shields as she returned to the battlefield, unknowingly leaving her sister in the hands of Shyvana, now completely abandoned and helpless.

Katarina's honeypot gushed as the halfling never stopped or slowed, still going at her just as hard. Winded from the mind-numbing force of her own orgasm, Kat was left panting and gasping for air. The fog of lust that had clouded her mind clearing a little, she realized her sister was abandoning her, and opened her mouth to scream for help, but Shyvana was prepared, covering her mouth to muffle her once again until Cassiopeia was well out of range to hear before returning her grip to Kat's strong thighs.

Finally alone once more, the half-dragon was free to voice her pleasure, growling and moaning from the slick, wet tunnel clamped around her prick. No longer holding anything back, she slammed her hips upward, burying her tool deep in Katarina's love canal and letting loose a bellowing roar as she came at last.

Katarina shook her head and squirmed, fighting against Shyvana's hold on her, crying out in a panic. "Oh god, you're not going to... Stop, pull it out! Not inside!"

Alas, the girl's terrified pleas came far too late for the dragon to stop, her hips bucking on their own, her scaly orbs pulling taut against her as their thick, boiling payload was pumped into the Katarina's waiting twat. The thick ridges tormented her delicate regions incessantly, her muscles spasming in response, making it feel to the dragon like her pussy was trying to milk Shyvana's cock. Warm jets of her unnaturally warm seed shooting deep inside of her, flooding the human girl's womb and painting her insides white.

The heat was unbearable to Katarina, like being filled with molten lead. She just wanted this nightmare to end, but the half-dragon's orgasm seemed endless. How could she still have so much cum after practically bathing Katarina's upper body in it before?

Snarling and nibbling on her pet's collarbone, Shyvana finally felt the flow of her seed tapering off. Thrusting into her new toy hard, she made sure to fire the last few spurts straight into her core, unloading her potent sperm into Katarina's womb with a happy, satisfied sigh. Pressing her sharp fangs against the side of Kat's neck in a threatening gesture, Shyvana wrapped her arms around her pet's waist and squeezed, holding her tightly. Her sensitive, spent shaft softened slowly, until the halfling lifted the worn and used assassin out of her lap and let it slide free of her stretched and abused cunt with a wet schlurp. Her member flopping out and slapping against her thigh, Shyvana chuckled at the sight of her warm semen dribbling from her hole.

"Mnnn, it's so rare that I get the opportunity to breed a purebred bitch like yourself." Shyvana chuckled darkly, making Katarina's eyes widen in terror, her jaw dropping. The half-dragon interrupted her before she could speak though. "Ha! Don't worry, humans and dragons aren't especially compatible. It's unlikely that I'd actually be able to knock you up." Leaning in to lick her captive's cheek, Shyvana hissed softly, flicking her tongue along the edge of her ear. "Though, it's not impossible. I'm living proof of that afterall..."

Dipping a finger into Katarina's dripping, sloppy sex, Shyvana lifted it to the girl's lips, smearing a mix of their fluids around her mouth like lipstick. The beaten killer twisted her head away, cringing from the viscous, gooey texture. Grinning playfully, Shyvana just pressed her finger against her lips harder, forcing it inside of her mouth to give her a taste. She regretted it shortly after when Katarina chomped down on her digit in retaliation.

Snarling and infuriated by the pain, the half-dragon jumped to her feet, shoving Kat out of her lap. The thief rolled onto her feet, ready to make a break for it, but the draconic woman was too swift for her, delivering a hard kick to her ribs and shoving her onto her side. "You catty bitch, still you test me? Do you want to behold a dragon's unbridled fury that badly?" Shyvana hissed in her hoarse voice.

It seemed that her little plaything wasn't as broken as she had first thought. Already, Katarina was trying to climb onto her feet again, winded from the blow to her ribs, but the halfling had no intention of letting her recover. Grabbing hold of a fistful of bright red hair, she dragged the wench closer, yanking on her crimson tresses sharply and making Katarina stumble towards her, her other hand striking her across the face with a loud, stinging slap. The force of her strike would have knocked her back to the ground had she not been holding her scarlet locks so tightly. Instead, she was simply brought down to her knees.

Any plans to take it easy on the red-faced slut were thrown out the window as Shyvana forced her to kneel. The half-dragon still naked from the waist down, Katarina's face was at eye level with her soft, ribbed pole. And was it just her imagination, or was that flaccid cock twitching? She dismissed the thought, but Shyvana did not, her loins still aching with her arousal. The dragon wasn't limited by such pathetic things as human stamina, and the infrequency with which she could act on her desires meant that she had enough lust stored up that she could go for hours.

Dragging Katarina closer by her hair, the halfling gripped the base of her slowly hardening member in her other hand, guiding it towards her prey's face. Her cheeks were still red, and Shyvana's palm had left a handprint across her cheek. Katarina ground her teeth together and clawed at the statuesque dragoness's hand, trying to pry her hair free a few strands at a time. "If you even try sticking that filthy thing in my mouth, I'll bite it off!" She spat, glaring up at her captor with fury in her eyes.

"If I feel even a single tooth, you'll never eat solid food again for the rest of your life." Shyvana hissed menacingly, slapping Katarina's face with her slimy, wet cock. "I'll rip the teeth out of your mouth and use your throat for a cocksleeve until you choke. So think carefully before you make any rash decisions." The dark skinned halfling voice rasped furiously, her eyes burning like small embers in her skull.

Katarina didn't talk back, and as far as Shyvana was concerned, that was all the co-operation she needed. The smaller girl tried to turn her head away, keeping her mouth shut, but the dragon's grip on her hair kept her from twisting too far away. Her sharp fingers pinched the bridge of the human's nose, forcing her to open her mouth if she wanted to breathe, and the moment her lips parted even a crack, the draconic shemale forced her tapered, pointy cockhead past them.

Katarina readied herself to bite down, every instinct telling her to hurt the bitch holding her hostage the same way Shyvana had hurt her pride, but as humiliated as she was right now, Katarina liked living, and was afraid of what the beast would do to her if she resisted too much. She could feel that thick, ribbed shaft resting against her tongue, and the taste of it made her eyes water. The taste of Shyvana's rough, ashen skin, smeared with her bitter cum and Kat's own sweet juices. The oily texture of their combined fluids made her want to gag, and Shyvana's strange, bitter cum left a burning sensation on her tongue the longer it stayed on her taste buds, until she was forced to swallow it. At least while it was soft, it wasn't too difficult to take into her mouth, though that meant that Shyvana forced her to clean every inch it with her tongue.

"Give my pole a good tongue bath wench, or I'll just have to take matters into my own hands." The half-dragon snarled and glared down at her, smacking the side of her head until she complied.

Katarina's eyes welled up with tears as she was forced to polish the dragoness's prick, her tongue digging in beneath the wide ridges and scooping out globs of spunk that had gotten caught up and dragged out of her overflowing sex when Shyvana had pulled out. Even now she could feel the boiling cream slowly oozing from her stretched box, pooling underneath her. Shyvana growled, her voice growing softer as Katarina licked her clean, occasionally sucking on her bumpy shaft with a lewd slurp. That ugly, inhuman pike throbbed against Katarina's tongue, thickening out once more as the thick layer of spunk sticking to it was replaced with the girl's spit. Grinding her pelvis into Kat's face, the halfling groaned, mashing her scaled testicles up against her chin roughly, the teary-eyed girl's nose crushed against her lower belly.

Looking up at her hated foe, glaring at her through narrowed, angry eyes, Katarina did her best to swallow her pride, as well as her enemy's dick. Her head bobbing, trying not to retch from the bitterness of it. Shyvana's hand holding her hair loosened and began stroking her affectionately as she slobbered on her shaft, the large pole growing plumper as it hardened. Kat's wet tongue scraped across her dark meat, the loose skin stretching taut and growing rough underneath her languid licks. The veins that lined it were especially hot to the touch, Shyvana's molten blood flowing through them and giving her length that unbearably warm feel.

Before long, Shyvana's tool had grown too huge for Katarina to swallow the whole thing comfortably, and inch by inch it slid back out past her lips, the wide ridges forcing her lips taut and the whole thing glistening with her spit. The red-head strained, feeling like the sheer width of it might dislocate her jaw. Resting her palms against the half-dragon's thighs for support, she tried to push herself away before she choked on the thick, fleshy spear. Shyvana let her ease back until just the thinner, pointed tip was still resting on her tongue, spitting out a fresh glob of precum for her to taste. When Katarina tried to pull back even further, Shyvana shook her head no and moved her hands to the sides of Kat's skull, holding her scarred face steady. The whimpering assassin looked up to her with large, pleading eyes, trying to beg with her gaze, but the halfling just chuckled and started to drag her head forward, forcing her dick back into her wet mouth.

It was barely halfway in and already Katarina was gagging, the tip jabbing at the back of her throat and making her convulse. She pounded her fists against Shyvana's legs and tried to fight back, but the fierce dragon just kept sliding her face forward like a machine, completely unphased. The head was pushing inside of her throat now, her otherwise rigid, steely pole bending at an awkward angle to continue travelling down her gullet. The incredible girth of it forced the girl's neck to bulge slightly, making it look like she had an adam's apple shaped like Shyvana's strange cocktip sliding down her throat. The ridges scraped at her esophagus painfully and the veins burned, making it feel as though she was swallowing a newly forged sword whole. The killer tried to breathe through her nose, but her airways were completely blocked. She was going to suffocate to death on the dragon's cock and Shyvana didn't even seem to care!

Just as her face was turning blue, Shyvana reversed course, dragging her heavy, misshapen staff back out. The ridges scooped out Katarina's spit as they popped back out of her mouth, spilling her drool all down her chin and making a sticky, wet mess. Gooey strands of it tethering her lips and chin to various different bumps and ribs. Katarina sucked in air through her nose once her throat was cleared, trying to cough and gasp, but she'd barely had time to suck in a single breath before the dragoness was thrusting her hips forward, cramming her penis back down her throat. The scarred prisoner's gagging, constricting throat only squeezed Shyvana's prick harder, sliding it down into her neck like it was a sleeve perfectly formed for her extraneous limb, coaxing even greater quantities of pre-seed from her and straight into Katarina's turning stomach.

Katarina was in a full fledged panic, certain she'd die if she didn't do something. Left with no other option, she did the only thing she felt like she could, and tried to bite down on Shyvana's monstrous malehood... And nearly chipped a tooth on the iron rod. Katarina's eyes widened in terror, while Shyvana's narrowed in mirth. Her unforgiving stiffy was almost as hard as stone, the rough, almost scaly texture feeling suddenly more pronounced, like natural armour plating protecting her most tender, sensitive region. With Kat's teeth locked around her hardness, she just kept thrusting away as though she was blissfully unaware, driving the hard ridges into Katarina's jaw. The ribs slammed into the gagging sextoy's mouth, clipping her teeth and nearly breaking them. The ringing pain forced Katarina to try and strain her mouth wider to avoid losing her incisors, while Shyvana just moaned mockingly, briefly enjoying the way her clenched jaw had made a nice, tight barrier for her to penetrate. Shyvana's warning had been accurate, if not in the way that Kat had expected. If she tried to bite her, those hard ridges would tear out her teeth. With this new knowledge, Katarina sobbed, having nothing left she could do to defend herself.

Tilting her head back, Shyvana gripped her victim's skull tightly, holding her head still on either side. Growling with burning desire and lust, she lunged forward, her pelvis pummeling her little cocksucker's face. All Katarina could see through her blurry, teary vision was the half-dragon's crotch pistoning towards her. The inside of her throat felt like it was being scraped raw, and her tongue burned, draconic jizz searing the inside of her mouth.

Occasionally, Katarina was glance upwards, her miserable gaze meeting the dragon's and growing infuriated and depressed by her smug grin. Shyvana didn't find the little slut's throat to be nearly as good a hole as her cunt, it wasn't as warm or perfectly suited to milking her dick, but nothing could beat the sight of Katarina's ruby lips slurping on her pole, sliding up and down her shaft and sucking her length clean. Forcing her to swallow the entire length, she ground her scaled nuts up against her chin, giving short, hard little humps to feel her sack slapping the smaller combatant. Katarina's warm spit quickly soaked into her scales, making the dragon swoon.

She facefucked the suffocating assassin for what felt like ages, cutting off her air and relishing the way she gagged and squeezed the draconian cock with her throat muscles. Katarina's eyes rolled back up into her skull, and her face was a mixture of red and blue from oxygen deprivation, the sight only arousing Shyvana more. Kat's weak little tongue ground and rubbed itself against the thick cumvein, pressing firmly against it near the base and sliding up it as she pulled out, all the way to the tip, and forcing out globs of pre, like squeezing out frosting from a tube. Katarina was desperately trying to make the halfling cum before she died, focusing all of her effort on pleasing her shaft, swirling her tongue around the head when the opportunity presented itself and pursing her lips to suck on it hard. Shyvana's tongue hung from the corner of her mouth and she let out a guttural moan, Katarina's efforts about to bear fruit.

"Good girl, so much better behaved now." The dragon rasped in her deep, growling voice, gently caressing the red-head's hair. "Obedient little sluts get a treat. I do hope you're hungry..."

"Mmnf! Nnm, nmf mf mmmn!" Katarina's tongue thrashed about, slapping at the demi-human's thick log, trying so hard to protest, but any sound she made was muffled by the half-dragon's member. The sounds sent vibrations coursing through Shyvana's ashen-coloured dick, and that was the final straw that pushed her over the edge.

"Nngh, here... It... Cums!" Tilting her head low and gritting her teeth, Shyvana jackhammered her shaft down Katarina's throat, making her deepthroat every last pockmarked inch, her balls erupting and spewing her load straight down the girl's gullet. Her molten, volcanic semen fired off in thick, powerful jets, pumping it straight into her stomach. The one saving grace for Katarina was that she didn't have to taste any of it, though she could feel it filling her belly with its disgusting warmth.

Katarina's eyes watered, tears spilling down her cheeks as her face reddened from lack of air. Shyvana was holding herself steady, lodged deep in the girl's throat until she was completely empty, but the flow of her seed seemed endless. Katarina wondered how her balls, large as they were, could possibly hold so much. The flood of cum was so overwhelming that even her stomach couldn't take it all, and it started to back-up in her throat, making her gag and try to cough. So much bitter, bubbling, rich, white jism rose like the tide in the back of her throat. Katarina gurgled and sputtered, overflowing and pooling underneath her tongue, filling her mouth.

She was going to die now. This was the end. She was going to be found dead by her comrades, drowned in dragon spooge. She wept openly, regretting ever leaving on her own to try and slay the half-dragon. Yellowish-white cream spilled from the corners of her lips and even gushed from her nose, coating her face in a fresh mask of cum. Beneath the sticky layer of white, her face turned purple, and her lungs burned. It felt like they were going to explode, and her heart pounded in her chest, demanding air to keep pumping blood. Looking up at Shyvana with a pitiable expression, she clawed weakly at her thighs, but the half-dragon was ignorant to her pleas. Her eyelids fluttered, her mind growing fuzzy, and then everything went black.

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Thump. Thump. Thump.

Everything was dark. What was happening? Where was she? Katarina's mind was numb. Somewhere in the back of it, she could feel a dull thud, but she couldn't focus on it long enough to figure out what it was.

Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump.

Whatever it was, it wasn't stopping. Her ears were ringing, her skull pounding, and it felt like somebody had tossed her body into blender. Something was shaking her pretty hard. She tried to move her limbs, but nothing was responding to her. Opening her eyes, everything was a colourful blur, and her tongue tasted like ash.

Thump. Thump. Thwack.

She felt groggy, exhausted for some reason. Was she even alive? That dull, pounding sound followed each rough jerk of her body, and as her senses were slowly returning to her, it was growing higher pitched, more like a wet slap.

Thwack. Thwack. Smack. Smack.

Katarina let out a guttural moan as more and more feeling returned to her. Her vision cleared a bit, but all she could see was green and brown. Her arms and legs still weren't answering her, but she could feel grass underneath her, the smooth, soft strands of green cushioning her as she was being rocked against it. She was definitely alive. Passed out? Her mind was still fuzzy and she couldn't remember, but for some reason she was face down in the dirt. Electricity coursed up her spine as more the numbness faded, and oh God! What had been a dull pounding was now a searing pain. It felt like her guts were on fire.

Smack. Smack. Slap. Slap. Slap.

Her hips were up in the air, and something wet was slapping against her behind. No, her rump was what was wet. She was completely drenched in something. Sweat? Mostly, but there was more. She felt warm, hot even. Too much so for it to be the weather.

Slap. Slap. Smack.

Something was beating against her plush, cushy cheeks, leaving bruises across the round globes from the force. Her eyes opening wide, Katarina's pupils dilated as all the memories surrounding the past couple hours returned to her. She groaned, gagged, and heaved, lifting her head and coughing up a thick, wad of white from her lungs. She tried to use her hands to lift herself up, but something was yanking them back roughly. Her knees were folded and pinned under her. Suddenly, she could feel someone's weight against her, something soft, warm, and slicked with sweat mashing against her spine.

"Oh, awake again, are we? Good! It's much less fun when they're asleep."

Katarina recognized that voice, that hissing, raspy, growling voice. The pain grew more intense as her mind returned to full consciousness. Something was pounding at her behind, and her asshole burned, forced to stretch wide as her opening was being used for something other than its intended purpose. Hard, rough textured knobs were scraping away at her innards.

Katarina screamed in fresh agony. The shemale beast was raping her ass!

"I was worried for a bit there that I might've been a bit too harsh on you. Not enough to stop mind you, but still, good to know I haven't broken my new toy too quickly." Shyvana chuckled darkly, whispering into Kat's ear as she viciously plowed her backdoor.

Sometime between when the girl had passed out and now, the half-dragon had stripped off the rest of her armour and what remained of Kat's already destroyed shirt, freeing her bare chest to press firmly against Katarina's back. Shyvana's bosom was on the small side, her perky breasts grinding against Kat's spine, sweat rolling down them in little rivulets. Katarina would have mocked her, if the dragon hadn't been stacked in other ways. The only clothing either of them had left were Katarina's thick lether boots and Shyvana's horned helmet, which, judging from the way the tail on the end of it moved about, Katarina was beginning to suspect was actually a part of the dragon's skull.

The lengthy, scaly, extra limb reached back behind Shyvana and slid down the crack of her own ass, curling around and reaching under her for the spade tip of it to play with Katarina's netherlips whenever the dark skinned dragon woman lunged her hips forward. Tracing the outer edges of her folds and making the girl wince. Her slit was so sore, had the dragon really ravaged her that hard? No, Katarina whimpered to herself. Judging from the load of warm, fresh spunk dribbling from her raw, plundered treasure box, the dragon had rutted her anew and unloaded in her pussy at least once more while she was passed out.

The realization only made Katarina wail louder. How much stamina did this monster have? To rape her four times in quick succession and still have the strength left to go a fifth! Most men she'd met were done after one orgasm, maybe two if they'd been saving up, but, other than the thin layer of sweat coating her ashen-skin from the work-out she was giving herself, Shyvana looked like she was just getting started.

The half-dragon groaned, gripping Kat tightly around the wrists and yanking on them harshly, 'til the assassin was forced to arch her back, lifting her upper body off the ground so the dragoness could use her arms as leverage to buck her hips. It still wasn't quite as good as the slut's cunt, but her ass was delectably tight. Almost too much so. Despite the ample lube slicking her length, Shyvana had to really work to squeeze each rib past her clenched pucker. She snorted, the hole resisting her advances more now that Katarina was awake.

The air surrounding them absolutely reeked of sex, the musky scent of Shyvana's warm seed sticking to everything. It coated the grass beneath them like thick globs of morning dew and some of the dirt caked to Katarina's manhandled body was turned to mud. Droplets of sweat and cum flew in every direction when the dragon hilted herself balls-deep in Katarina's behind, impaling her on that bumpy, fleshy spear. Her pelvis mashing those soft globes flat as pancakes, grinding against them so hard that her large testes were smacking against Katarina's sticky honeypot.

Shyvana's abdominal muscles flexed, showing off her toned stomach muscles as she drove her cock forward as hard as she could. With each thrust, Katarina's ass was forced that much looser, and the dragon's pace increased. She reamed her forbidden hole mercilessly, the buxom murderer's breasts bouncing wildly from each impact, the cream coated jugs wobbling obscenely.

Katarina was screaming herself hoarse, occasionally succumbing to hacking coughs as some more of the half-human spooge was ejected from her lungs. Now, she just wished she could pass out again, to feel that comforting numbness overtake her and block out the pain. She'd completely given up on trying to fight back or escape, she wasn't strong enough for the former, and was too exhausted for the latter, and her attempts to do either inevitably ended with the dragon going harder on her. She wasn't sure she could take any more brutal a pounding than she was now. It already felt like those ridges were tearing her open each time one slid past her anal ring. The only comfort she took was in her own degradation. Shyvana's teasing tail poked at her sensitive clit occasionally, flicking it playfully, while her scaly, plump sack ground itself against her outer lips, massaging them tenderly and easing some of her pain. She was so humiliated, to feel any pleasure at all from the half-dragon's ministrations even as her ass was being fucked raw, Katarina felt like a whore. Exactly the way Shyvana wanted her to feel.

Shyvana was like a machine, ruthlessly pistoning in and out of her, driving her hips into her ass cheeks as hard and fast as she could. Her own bosom jiggled with each impact, their bodies colliding into one another with enough force to bruise. Heat was emanating from the half-dragon's form as she just continued to build up speed, turning what was already a warm spring day into what felt like the hottest day of summer.

Grunting from the exhertion and the tight sleeve gripping her cock, Shyvana could already feel another load ready to fill her sobbing fucktoy, and her tail redoubled its efforts at probing Katarina's tender slit. Delicately playing with her outer lips, the triangular end of it lined itself up with her opening perfectly, before easing itself into her slippery tunnel. The thin spade barely even spread her open at all width wise, though it did have some height to it. The long appendage pushed deep inside of Kat's sex, probing her love canal and making her wince. Shyvana just grinned. Through the thin walls seperating the two, she could feel her tail and maleness rubbing up against one another. Hearing Katarina squeal when she struck her sweet spot, the flat tip of the half-dragon's tail began to rotate, spinning slowly inside of her wet passage, scraping across her g-spot and the widest portion applying pressure to Shyvana's pole.

Mind going numb from the pleasure, the human girl spasmed and bucked her hips involuntarily. Her eyes were rolling up into her skull and a little spot of drool visibly trickled down the corner of her mouth. The dragon's burning length still felt like it was searing her insides, but the pain lessened somewhat as she became adjusted to the invader's huge size. Before long, her agonizing torment was being drowned out entirely, and Katarina gave a lustfilled moan.

Not another word was spoken between the two, just an alternating series of grunts and moans punctuated by loud smacks and the lewd squish of two wet holes being stuffed full. Shyvana's orgasm threatened to overtake her at any moment, but she bit her lip and suppressed it, jackhammering Katarina's ass and spinning the end of her tail like a drill, forcing the smaller girl to go first, and roaring in triumph when Kat screamed in esctasy and went limp in her arms, her head drooping and hanging low, too exhausted to lift it up, and too ashamed to do anything but stare at the ground. Only once she felt her pet twitching spastically underneath her did Shyvana finally allow herself to cum, feeling the pressure release almost immediately as the thick load she'd been doing her best to keep bottled up shot out like a geyser. Her boiling, bubbling cream shooting into Katarina's guts, filling her rectum with just as much seed as all her other holes. Even then, the draconic woman didn't ease up on her vigorous thrusting until she could feel her jizz oozing out of the taut hole each time she pulled back, the viscous, white syrup spilling down Katarina crack and soaking the dragon's ballsack.

All Katarina could feel was heat, inside and out. The dragon's unnaturally hot essence left her feeling like she was being roasted on the inside, and she was sweating profusely, her hair damp and matted with it. But at last, her torture was over. She could hear Shyvana gasping overtop of her, the dragon finally feeling winded, even if it took her almost a half dozen orgasms to feel it. Surely now that she had taken her in every possible hole, she'd be satisfied. The draconic tail slowed to a stop and was dragged free of her sex, and Shyvana let go of Katarina's wrists, releasing her to collapse in a heap on the ground. Her tail swayed and flicked back and forth, flinging girlcum every which way as the half-dragon sat there catching her breath.

"Ah... Hah... Hah... It feels so good to work out all that stress..." Shyvana rasped, sounding a bit ragged. "It's been ages since I've gotten to ease some tension." It took a few minutes of panting, but Shyvana's breathing slowly steadied. With a cheeky grin, she glanced down at Kat, still wheezing as she laid there in a pool of sexual fluids. Gripping her by the waist, she flipped the girl over onto her back, and moved her hands down to her thighs. Massaging them tenderly, she gazed into Katarina's terrified sapphire pools as she spread her legs and started rubbing her shaft against her sloppy slit. Shyvana knew what filled those eyes with so much horror. The dragon was still hard. "So, ready to go again?"

Katarina wailed as her torment began anew, the half-dragon plunging into her sopping wet sex for another go. Her glowing eyes alight with lust, she drilled the girl mercilessly, rocking her body and aiming for her sweet spot with each thrust. By this point, all the pain had vanished, and all the girl could feel was nerve-wracking bliss. Her fingers dug deep grooves into the mud and tore at clumps of grass as her body bounced about like a ragdoll. Before she even knew what she was doing, the woman had her legs locked around Shyvana's waist, trying to keep her from pulling too far out. Kat's surrender brought a smile to the halfling's face.

This went on for hours. Everytime Shyvana reached her peak and filled the girl with her seed, she simply flipped Kat over and took her again in a different position. Sometimes the half-dragon would rut her for as long as an hour before she finally hit release, other times it would be as little as five minutes. No matter how much the dragon came though, her boundless stamina never wavered, while Katarina's gave out multiple times. On numerous occasions, the beaten assassin passed out from exhaustion, only to reawaken later and find that dark shaft still plowing her mercilessly.

Lying on her side and screaming to he heavens as she came again, Katarina's eyes were tightly screwed shut. If this kept up, she would surely lose her mind! The half-dragon was straddling one of her legs, her arms wrapped around the other as she held it high in the air, bucking her hips and thrusting into her snatch as she unloaded straight into Katarina's womb for the fifth time. Without even pausing to let her captive catch her breath, Shyvana climbed off of her and grabbed her by the hair, dragging her head towards the dark-skinned woman's waiting cock. Katarina knew what was expected of her, opening wide to take it into her mouth yet again. She slurped and suckled on it eagerly, cleaning the foul-tasting goo from Shyvana's ribbed length with enthusiasm, already knowing the consequences of fighting back. The dragonling stroked her hair affectionately as she fed the girl her slimy dong, already thinking of how she'd take her next.

Bit by bit, Katarina's dignity was stripped from her. With every joyful moan that intercepted her anguished cries, Katarina could feel her pride vanishing. The body she honed for years for the sole purpose of delivering a swift, clean kill, reduced to nothing but a fuckdoll for this inhuman beast. The reputation she'd created for herself as a focused, proficient killer, ruined if anybody ever learned of this colossal failure. The horned woman forced herself upon her time and again, bringing her to the heights of ecstasy each time, and punishing her harshly for even the most minor resistance, until Katarina was so thoroughly broken that she begged for more.

Shyvana grunted, laying overtop of her prisoner and slamming her hips down, hilting her draconic cock deep into her ass. Katarina was pinned facedown on the ground, flat on her belly. Well, flat as could be at the moment. Every one of her holes had been filled with so much cum that her normally toned stomach was swollen and rounded, as if she'd eaten far too large of a meal. The contents of her belly sloshed about loudly each time her body jerked with one of the dragoness' hard thrusts, the towering woman using Katarina's shapely ass to cushion the blow of her fierce hips. Her bare breasts scraping against Katarina's back, the half-dragon pressed all her weight against the shorter woman, forcing the buxom whore's bosom flat against the ground, her claws gripping Kat's wrists and keeping them pinned down. With a bellowing roar, the dragon unloaded yet again, adding even more to the sticky, gooey mix churning in her gut, her thirteenth load overflowing almost as quickly as it was pumped into her rear and oozing back out from her sore, stretched backdoor the moment Shyvana pulled her cock free with a sickening pop.

Without missing a beat, Katarina rolled over and spread her legs. Lifting them up over her head and bending them at the knee, they bobbed in the air as she slid her arms in between them, her delicate fingers tracing the outer edge of her folds and parting them for the half-dragon. The sight was enough to make Shyvana burst into laughter. There she lay, spreading her own cuntlips and waiting to be fucked, with the fiercest, angriest scowl on her face. The half-dragon's menacing laugh only made Katarina's face twist into an even harsher glare.

"Well, what are you waiting for?" She snarled, her cheeks burning as she could feel the dragon's many, previous orgasms spilling from her ravaged slit. If it wasn't so thoroughly painted white, her pussy would've been red from how sore and raw it was. "Hurry up and fuck me!"

Shyvana laughed even louder, snorting as she did so. Well, she certainly wasn't going to turn down such a tempting offer. Falling forward on top of the full-blooded human, her tail fell between them and curled around one of Kat's heavy melons, giving it a hard squeeze. Shyvana grabbed hold of Katarina's knees and threw them over her shoulder before lunging her hips forward and rutting her like a feral beast.

The dragoness used and abused the killer's curvacious body for her own amusement for hours, ravaging her until Katarina's entire body was so drenched with spunk that she could bathe in it. Always concerned primarily with her own pleasure, Katarina's enjoyment was little more than an afterthought, merely a means of breaking the assassin's will. And Shyvana did so relish breaking the little bitch's resolve. Every degrading position she could think of, she took Katarina in aggressively.

In the end though, even the half-dragon's energy wasn't infinite. Soaked in sweat and stained with her own sizzling spunk, her sperm gushing from Katarina's every orifice, Shyvana finally hit a wall of exhaustion that had eluded her for so long. Overwhelmed by carnal bliss, the fury that had driven her to ravage Katarina in a twisted mockery of justice and revenge abandoned her, and with it went the last of her energy. Standing upright, she grabbed a fistful of Katarina's beautiful scarlet locks with her left hand, the quivering claws of her right taking a tight hold around her pulsating shaft and furiously stroking it. Her clawed fingers rubbing the thick ridges, rubbing them with her thumb, her clenched fist a blur as it flew up and down her misshapen pole. With one last cry of delight, Shyvana leaned her head back and let her tongue hang from her open maw, a bit of drool seeping down her chin. One final orgasm wracked her body, the force of it striking so hard that the half-dragon's knees trembled and she nearly fell.

Katarina was too weak and tired to protest as the dragoness took careful aim at her beautifully scarred visage, the pointed tip of her ribbed spear staring her right between the eyes as it throbbed, swelled, and then unleashed it's steaming, hot cargo. The first, thick wad forced Katarina to shut her eyes quickly, just narrowly managing to shield them in time as it plastered her eyelids and glued her lashes together once again, the sticky cream making a mess of her eyebrows even. A second volley quickly followed, splattering the bridge of her nose, followed by a third and a fourth. Each rope of cum seemed perfectly aimed, landing upon an unmarred portion of her face. One particularly gooey jet sprayed across the scar that crossed her otherwise unblemished cheek, masking it beneath a viscous layer of semen. Wincing as one spurt even manage to clog her nose, Katarina's mouth was forced open to breathe, only to get a strong taste of her rapist's seed as Shyvana blasted another wad straight onto her tongue. By time the half-dragon was finished, Katarina's entire face was hidden beneath several layers of yellowish-white paste, and several more strands were stuck to her hair.

Shyvana gasped weakly and released her hold on the red-head, staggering backwards as she sought to catch her breath. Doubling over and panting heavily, she rested her sticky hands on her knees, sucking in deep lungfuls of air. Twenty-three. Twenty-three orgasms in only a couple of hours. Hardly her best record, but what could she do? She was in the middle of a battle afterall. Staring down at Katarina in contempt, the cum-soaked woman having collapsed in a sticky heap, Shyvana shrugged. Alas, there'd be no affectionate cuddling or basking in the afterglow, though maybe she might come back and find her again for round two after the big fight was over. The half-dragon grinned. She merely hoped the rest of her compatriots had managed to hold their own in her absence.

Ignoring the wheezing, coughing, gasping woman, Shyvana slowly moved about, gathering her discarded armour. Replacing her scarlet breastplate and leggings, she hesitated a moment before reattaching the metallic skirt. Already she could feel her loins twitching as she eyed the girl writhing in a puddle of her seed. Maybe just one more...

"Katarina! Damn it sssister, we need you!"

Shyvana cursed and quickly threw the rest of her armour back on. That disgusting snake woman was back again. Sexy times would have to wait until later now. She got lucky the first time the naga had come by, she wasn't going to risk being caught a second time.

Turning on her heels, Shyvana leapt from the brush just as Cassiopeia slithered past it. The startled naga barely had time to blink and register her surprise before the half-dragon took off running. Just as when she had chased Katarina, the very air around her erupted into flames, a swirling vortex of fire engulfing the half-dragon as she sprinted across the road. Just on the other side was a small, well-worn path that lead deep into the jungle. It was still in enemy territory, but out of sight of the main road. Once she made it there, it would be virtually impossible to track her.

Cassiopeia took only a few moments to register the fleeing draconian, but that was all the time Shyvana needed to escape. Hissing loudly, the serpent lunged towards her, spewing a vile, purple liquid in her direction. The half-dragon deftly moved to the side, just narrowly avoiding the toxic puddle of spit and bolting the rest of the way toward the safety of the treeline.

The serpent chased her for a few more moments before grinding to a halt. The half-dragon was much too fast for her, outrunning her easily, and the snake-woman hissed in frustration at losing the opportunity to strike down an enemy of Noxus. Already in a foul mood over being unable to find her sibling, the naga was positively livid. She was about to leave and continue her search elsewhere when she heard a groan of discomfort coming from the bushes nearby where Shyvana had been hiding. Curiousity overtaking her, she slowly crept towards the tall grass, reaching out with razor sharp claws to part the brush and peer inside. The sight that awaited her made her gasp in shock.

There lay her haughty, chaste sister, lying in a pool of dragon cum and sweat, weakly crawling about on the ground like a worm as she tried to gather together her weaponry, the various knives and daggers that had been strewn about in her struggle with the half-dragon. One of Katarina's eyes was shut tightly, her eyelid glued shut with cum, while the other one was only half-open, occasionally blinking and dripping semen from her eyelashes. Though Cassiopeia couldn't make out her face beneath the thick layer of white masking it, her sibling's cheeks were burning red in shame.

Katarina glanced up at her sister with pleading, desperate eyes, and when she spoke, her voice was little more than a raspy whimper. "Please, sister... Help me..."

Staring down at her own sister, naked save for the tattered shreds of her ruined leathers and boots and crawling about in the mud, Cassiopeia couldn't help but flash a wicked, treacherous smirk. Slithering a little bit closer, Katarina's eyes filled with horror as she looked into Cass's glowing blue eyes and saw... Lust? No, it couldn't be. Surely she was just imagining things.

"Don't worry, dear sssister. I underssstand. A girl does have needsss afterall." Cassiopeia loomed over her sibling, a pair of serpentine fangs showing as she grinned slyly. "There, there now," Cassiopeia hissed, "just relaxss and let dear Casssie take care of all those naughty little urgesss for you." She leaned forward, stroking her sister's sticky, matted hair lovingly as her long, scaly tail slowly coiled around Katarina's legs. "That'sss what family isss for, afterall." The naga's lower body continued to wrap around the weakened human's, coiling around her and squeezing her in a tight embrace.

For some reason, Katarina just couldn't take her gaze off her sister's eyes. It was as if she was frozen in place, unable to so much as squirm as her sibling continued to wrap her up in her long, serpentine coils. Then suddenly, there was something else pressing against her belly. It wasn't scaly like the rest of the naga, rather, it was very smooth, and kind of slimy, and hard too. Thin and stiff, it poked and rubbed at Kat's navel as she stared mesmerized into her sister's glowing orbs. It felt almost like... It couldn't be... This was Katarina's own flesh and blood. They bathed together as children. Surely she'd know if there was anything... Unusual about her sister.

"Mnnn, oh, the changesss I've been through sincsse this curse has taken hold of me are usually sssuch a bother, but I'm cssertain a ssslut like yourssself will find plenty to like about them." Cassiopeia hissed, her forked tongue flicking out and licking her sister's nose playfully as she waited for realization to dawn on the red-head.

When it finally did, Katarina just screamed.