Chapter 5 - Mirror Image

Tags: [F/F] [Futa/Futa] [Futa/Futa/F] [Rape] [Reluctant] [Rough] [Long] [Weirdness] [Pain] [Bondage] [Double Penetration] [Excessive Cum] [Oversized Cock] [Cum Inflation]

Stay tuned at the end of the chapter for a brief, semi-announcement.

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Two sets of wary eyes gazed at one another, each one viewing the other with nothing but mistrust. Though at first glance they seemed to be on equal footing, there was something about the manic grin stretched across the sorceress's face that filled Katarina with doubt. She strengthened her hold on her makeshift daggers, squeezing them so tightly that her knuckles went white as bone. Cautiously, she took a step closer to her teammate, not willing to drop her guard for a second, not after all she'd been through.

LeBlanc treated her no differently, sizing up the assassin, her staff held at the ready. Slowly, the two women paced in circles around one another, each eyeing the other for any sign of attack, neither one making any sudden moves. For several minutes they did this in silence, boots skidding softly through the sand and leaving trails behind them, their stances steady. Both were quick and deft, and all it would take was an instant for either one to knock the other off balance if one were to make a move.

The mage was the first one to break the quiet, speaking up at last. “Heeeey Kat... Where've you been?” The sound of her voice seemed to startle the red-head out of her near trance-like focus on searching for a moment of weakness. “You missed one hell of a team fight.” LeBlanc sneered contemptuously, looking down on her fellow noxian. Just another useless fool to deal with. “I trust you were off doing something useful?”

Katarina's confidence seem to waver for a moment, nearly letting her depression drown her before quickly pushing away all thoughts of the misfortunes she'd suffered through. 'Just need to get back to the base... Just need a fresh set of clothes and weapons, and I can make all of them pay...' She grit her teeth, her mind racing past Shyvana, Tristana, Orianna, and even her lecherous sister. There was still plenty of time for her to lead her team to a comeback.

LeBlanc's smirk was growing wider the longer Katarina stayed silent. Shaking herself out of her daze, she finally responded, her voice bitter and her eyes narrowed. “Useful enough... Been playing decoy for half their team”

“Yes, and I can just imagine how.” LeBlanc snickered, her gaze falling to look over Kat's nude form, taking in the sight of her, dishevelled and dirty, naked and vulnerable.

Cheeks flushing red with shame, the general's daughter growled under her breath and bared her teeth furiously, the witch's words clearly getting to her. LeBlanc's own lack of clothing didn't go unnoticed however, even if her demeanour was more calm and clean than Katarina's own. “And I'm certain you took advantage of my distraction to crush the rest of them in my absence, right?”

Now it was the magician's turn to fume and burn with embarrassment. No matter the desired outcome of this little competition, being beaten and chased off three versus one was a blow to her pride that LeBlanc couldn't stand. “That damned half-breed... I will make a new outfit out of her hide.” She muttered under her breath.

Immediately, Katarina seemed to perk up, relaxing a bit and standing up straight. “Half-breed? Did she have ashen skin and wear bright crimson and gold?”

The magician sneered, relaxing as well as it was fast becoming clear that the two of them really did have a shared experience. “And a dick as long as your forearm, right?” The blush that formed anew on Katarina's face was all the evidence LeBlanc needed. “That dirty mongrel dared to think she could lay a hand on my radiant beauty. Hmph, she'll think twice about that now.”

The assassin looked a bit fretful, turning her head askew even while she kept her eyes level on LeBlanc. As though the very act of talking about her might cause Shyvana to appear at any second. "So you ran into her then? Where is she now?"

"Probably prying splinters out of her dick." LeBlanc cackled in amusement, just imagining the half-dragon's pained howls.

Katarina looked visibly relieved, though a tad disappointed. She had hoped to take revenge on Shyvana herself, though she was still happy to hear someone bested her. Feeling more relaxed now in the other woman's presence, her shoulders seemed to sink, as if bearing the weight of some imaginary burden. "Well, we should get back to base and regroup, before we get caught out."

Turning her back on the mage, she made it only a few steps down the road. "Mmm, no, I don't think so..." The witch muttered under her breath, hand extended, palm out in Katarina's direction. She was swift to punish the girl for dropping her guard, a magical chain lancing out from her hand and winding around her torso, binding Kat's arms and constricting her chest.

"H-hey...! LeBlanc, what-Mmf!" Katarina started to protest, but was quickly silenced. A burst of energy firing from the tip of LeBlanc's staff and striking her back, branding her skin with a magical sigil that cut off her voice. Panic returning to the assassin's face, she craned her neck to look back at the magician, tightly holding her end of the chain like the handle of a leash. She gave it a sharp tug, and Kat stumbled as she was dragged backwards, the witch leading her back off the beaten path and towards the trees.

"Now now, can't have any of that. Just think about your reputation Katarina! Can't have you stumbling home naked and caked with semen, just what will everyone think?" The mage spoke in a contemptuous, mocking tone that made her sound anything but concerned for the poor girl. "Don't worry now, you'll just come with me and forget all about this petty little game." Despite Katarina's best struggles, fighting against the cold metal bindings and trying to pull away, LeBlanc seemed to just effortlessly drag her away, aided by the magic infusing her steely bonds. Even the knives she clung to so tightly were useless with her arms bound, and not a single sound came from her mouth as she was carted away, disappearing from sight of the road and into the forest.

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No sooner had the two women left when there came a rustle in the bushes along the roadside. A soft hissing that could've passed for the wind rustling the leaves, except that it didn't stop. Growing steadily louder and more frustrated sounding until Cassiopeia slithered out of the brush. Her soft, delicate bronze skin covered in scratches and bruises that marred her normally flawless beauty, the serpent having had a long and annoying trek back through the forest from where Tristana had sent her. Her eerie, glowing eyes scanned the road, looking for any sign of her sister.

"Kat? Katarina!?" She called, arms folded under her naked bust. Her brassiere was still lost somewhere downstream, having had no time to recover it before that accursed yordle had interfered. "Strange, I ssswore I heard her jusst a few minutes ago."

Before the snake-woman could investigate any further, she was jarred by the sudden, unexpected sound of cannon-fire in the distance. Loud, echoing booms that came from further up the road. Turning in that direction, Cassiopeia spied the rubble of a fallen tower, the once imposing magical statue reduced to nothing but a pile of crumbling rocks, and just a bit further ahead, a line of enemy minions were marching deeper inwards towards the walls of their base.

Not one to let their base fall undefended, Cassiopeia hissed and slithered off to defend the next tower, her sister already forgotten for the time being as she plotted all the ways she would take her revenge on that pint-sized pipsqueak.

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“You would not believe the day I've had Katarina.” LeBlanc's voice conveyed a tone of frustration, even while she wore a sneering grin. “It's really kind of funny, in retrospect.” The chain that tied her to her captive trailed behind her, dragging across the ground and slowly pulling taut as she put more distance between her and her captive, the assassin refusing to move forward until the chain pulled tight and dragged her against her will.

They were some distance now away from the road and travelling through the wilderness, tall trees surrounding them on all sides and no one around for miles. Though the magical chains remained in place, the silence sigil had faded away, freeing Katarina to speak again, a freedom she was excercising liberally. “LeBlanc, what the hell are you doing!? Let me go this instant! We need to get back, or else we'll be defeated!”

“Hmph, do you have any idea how much planning I put into this? The strategies I came up with?” The mage continued, completely ignoring Katarina's pleas. The chain pulling tight once again when the red-head tried to pull away, LeBlanc gave it one good yank. The magic amplified the force of her pull and ripped the assassin off of her feet to land on her ass, dragging her backwards through the dirt and foliage littering the ground. “So much time spent devising ways to sabotage this petty competition, all for nought. Had I known our side was so incompetent that defeat was assured from the start, I wouldn't have wasted the energy.”

“What... What!? What are you saying?” Katarina looked aghast, her jaw dropping. “Are you saying.. That this is all your fault? You planned for us to lose?”

“Noooo, no no no... Weeell...” LeBlanc smirked, staring straight ahead as she marched. “I DID plan for us to lose eventually, but it's not my fault that we are. I would've preferred to throw the battle in a much more subtle way in the end, but it turns out any work on my part is completely unnecessary. Cho'Gath and Yi are so blatant in their failings...” The sorceress grit her teeth, grinding them together in pent-up frustration. “...and Cassiopeia's little more than a spoiled brat. I figured at least you, the distinguished daughter of a powerful general, might be a challenge. Imagine how great my disappointment to find you even less discrete in your dalliances than your harlot of a sister.” The mage sighed, pausing to look back at her captive and pulling the chain so sharply that it threw Katarina onto her back, leaving her to tower over the fallen assassin. “This whole situation is a total waste of my talents. Honestly, how any of you thought you were worthy of fighting in this battle is beyond me.”

Katarina grimaced, squinting as her new position left her partially blinded by the sun directly above. “You-You're nothing but a troll!” The mage just laughed, pulling upwards on the chain so as to force the trained killer onto her knees, crouching down so they met at eye level. “Why...? Why would you do this?” The nude prisoner spat, fury burning brightly in her eyes.


LeBlanc's eyes narrowed, her features hardening. A swift slap across Katarina's cheek sent the girl sprawling, while LeBlanc stood nursing her now stinging hand. "Don't equate me with those brutish, simple oafs. A troll would kill to be as clever as me." Taking on a cocky, self-assured air, the mage continued to speak, her eyes shut and lips smiling. "A military-bred dog like yourself could never understand the intricacies of Noxian politics. It's why men like your father helped to overthrow the old monarchy and instate their own brand of simple-minded authority instead." She sneered, and looked down on Katarina as though condemning her. "But if you think the machinations of the Black Rose, and other groups just like us, ended with the fall of the old order, then you are sadly mistaken. Even now, our inevitable return to the top is in progress. And this petty skirmish is just the start."

Turning her back on her captive, chain still clenched tightly between her fingers, LeBlanc continued. It was as though she needed her machiavellian plots to still be heard, even if they were grossly unnecessary in their complexity. "Noxians are accustomed to strength, it defines are very way of life! With our forces, we could control all of Valoran, and yet we hold back, stay our invasions, and settle diplomatic disputes in these petty League competitions. Battles where our full power cannot be brought to bear. It makes us look weak, especially if we lose.” LeBlanc whirled back around, reaching down to grab a fistful of Katarina's hair and lifting her head to stare in the magician's eyes, the bright, maddened glare of a lunatic. “And weakness will not be tolerated, not from our champions, and certainly not in our leadership. The High Commander... How long do you think the people will continue to support him if Noxus's power and influence wane under his command? How long will the people accept his refusal to crush our enemies through a show of overwhelming military might before they openly revolt against him?" The witch laughed, releasing her grip on Kat and looking upwards with a grin. "When even a ragtag group of misfits can bring down a crack squad selected by our own Noxian commanders, the people will rebel, and when they do, the Black Rose will be there to move in and take charge once again."

"Y-you're insane!" Katarina hissed, leaning her weight on her shoulders to try and keep her face out of the dirt. "The people would demand Noxus's exit from the League... We'd be on the verge of a Rune War within months! The entire goddamned world would be destroyed if that happened!"

LeBlanc clucked her tongue, shoving Kat with her foot and rolling her onto her back. "Dear, sweet, naive Katarina. You've still got so much to learn if you ever want to climb to the higher echelons of power. What use is the world if we don't control it?" The maddened look in the sorceress's eyes sent a chill down Katarina's spine, filling her with an entirely different sense of fear than anything she'd experienced prior. "But don't you worry. Even once the Black Rose reigns once more, there still always be demand for women of your special... talents."

Katarina kicked fruitlessly, trying to strike at the magician's ankles, but she just stepped to the side, letting the assassin squirm and struggle in vain. "Like I'd ever fight for a treacherous bitch like you!" She snapped. "A cowardly schemer like you has no business commanding the strength of Noxus!"

The chains binding Katarina rattled loudly, the metal like ice digging into her skin as the magician snapped them taut and lifted her again. LeBlanc just sneered down at the dog at the end of her leash, pressing a hand to her throat. "Tsk, your fighting ability isn't impressive. Those are hardly the 'talents' that I'm referring to." One crooked finger trailed down, gently tracing Katarina's collarbone to where it formed her ribs, then trailing further, along the swelling curves of her breasts until the chain got in its path.

"You sick, twisted bitch," She barked, a scowl twisting her features.

"Don't fret, this'll be a fun way to pass the time until we lose. After all, you're not going anywhere now." LeBlanc stood straight and tall, her hand travelling back up now to caress her prisoner's cheek, stroking the scar across her eye. She pressed against her forehead, tilting her head back while pulling her body closer with the chain, forcing Kat to look up at the mage's equally nude form. Her soft alabaster skin practically blinding in the sunlight and her face wearing a manic look of excitement.

Taking a step back to lean her back against the nearest tree, she pulled the assassin along on her knees, keeping Katarina's head level with her thighs. She wanted her to see her new Mistress's whole body in all its glory. Her hips bucking lightly, pushing out towards the captive's face with thighs lightly spread, giving her a lewd glimpse at the sorceress's unused slit, pristine and safe from the wear and tear Katarina had been forced to undergo as of late. For her part, Katarina couldn't decide whether to feel some sense of relief at finally meeting somebody who wasn't packing an oversized something extra, or if that somehow made it even more revolting. LeBlanc's perfectly ordinary, female sex somehow feeling even more alien after all the bizarre run-ins she'd had, and leaving the sorceress appearing even more twisted and freakish before her eyes then all the actual freaks she'd had to deal with.

LeBlanc stretched out her right leg, hooking it around Katarina's shoulder and digging her heel into the girl's spine. She watched the grimace that spread over her face with a sick sense of satisfaction while pulling her in closer, her hips pushing forward to meet her. The military-minded Noxian cringed, her nose tickled by a few stray strands of indigo pubic hair. Angry eyes glared daggers up at her latest captor, her reaction only adding to the mage's enjoyment.

"Oh come now Kat, don't give me that look. If you co-operate, I'll make sure you enjoy this too." Katarina's eyes seemed to widen, her pupils shrinking as those last few words bored into her mind, conjuring up memories of electric shocks and subliminal commands. Without even thinking, the assassin went at LeBlanc's cunt with an enthusiasm that threw the sorceress completely off-guard. Lips grazing the magician's nethers and tongue eagerly sliding in between, the surprise was enough to coax out an unexpecting moan. "Ooooh! I-I was expecting to have to do a bit more... convincing," LeBlanc stuttered, leaning her head back while running her fingers through her fiery red mane. "I certainly did-aah!-didn't expect you to be so eager!"

With eyes that were glazed over and glassy-looking, Katarina pushed her face in deeper, Orianna's voice echoing in her mind. That synthetic, mechanical voice still rang in her skull. That was right, she enjoyed this. She lapped noisily at LeBlanc's slit, tongue slapping wetly against her folds. She could taste the indigo-haired beauty's arousal, so easily brought to the fore after her unfinished encounter with the half-dragon.

Though it was nothing more than an illusory clone that had gotten to enjoy playtime with Shyvana, the real LeBlanc had still felt what it felt, still experienced the same sensations, and she too had been left more than a little deprived by the sudden, jarring end to their fun. Which is why she intended to more than make up for it now. "That's a good girl, keep it up..." She crooned, rolling her hips to grind her pussy into the red-head's face, using her firm grip on her crimson tresses to bury the fiery girl's face in her muff.

The sensation of teeth lightly grazing her outer lips brought her gaze downwards, laughing at the obedient, focused look in Katarina's eye while she nibbled gently at her sex. LeBlanc kept the girl's face pinned to her loins with the back of her knee until her cheeks reddened from the lack of oxygen. Her nose occasionally bumping against the mage's clitoris while her tongue dove into her slick passage to tease. It wasn't nearly as long, or as thick, or even as flexible as the dragon's had been, but it still got the job done, slurping at the deranged woman's damp petals and sending tingles up her spine.

"Mnn, don't stop..." The sorceress moaned. She tilted Kat's head higher, giving her a brief respite to gasp for air before guiding her mouth to meet her sensitive clit. Attacking it with the same level of enthusiasm, Katarina pursed her lips and suckled from the little pleasure button, eliciting a louder, shriller cry of ecstasy. Her entire body rocked by a powerful shiver, LeBlanc bucked harder, clawing at the kneeling girl's flowing locks and grinding harder against her face, her pussy leaving a slick trail that dribbled down the assassin's chin.

Katarina's vision was a haze of colours. LeBlanc's encouraging words recalled the commands that Orianna had drilled into her mind back to the surface, along with sensational memories of the accompanying shock therapy. Just the thoughts swirling through her head left the hairs on the back of her neck standing on end, her own pussy starting to drip while her hands ached to touch it. Her fingers spasmed and twitched a little bit, letting go of her weapons at last to clatter noisily to the ground. She struggled anew against her bindings, desperately wishing she could play with herself, her hands wiggling uselessly against her sides. Still, something nagged at the back of her mind, an alien thought that didn't even feel like her own. Urgently reminding... That she hated this person... She needed to rebel... That she was a threat to her... to her family... to all of Noxus! But the thoughts were fleeting, slipping away from her, like trying to grasp at a phantom.

Whenever her efforts began to slow, the sorceress would prod her into picking up the pace. Pulling sharply on her end of the chain so that it constricted tighter around Katarina's chest, the metal links clinking together. Her new toy still needed some proper training, it would seem. She had some basic talent, but her lashing tongue was inexperienced at pleasing another woman. Silently, LeBlanc wondered if she could capture Cassiopeia too, and have the whorish serpent teach her sister how to properly please a mistress. She smirked. All that time wasted on weapons training, when she should've been practising how to be a good slut like her sibling. A sudden gasp for air turned LeBlanc's gaze downwards, giving the red-head an icy glare. "Did I say you could come up for air yet?" She snapped, pulling her leg tighter around Kat's skull and pushing her soaked visage back into the witch's snatch.

What little air Katarina had managed to attain was quickly exhaled back out, blowing her warm breath softly against LeBlanc's clit. The whistling breeze tickled the little bundle of nerves, making her squeeze her milky thighs together as she tried to stifle a fit of giggles. The magician squirmed incessantly, but the brainwashed woman didn't let up, kissing the little bead and curling her tongue around it, swirling it around in circles and soaking it with spit. The more wildly she made the paler woman thrash, the more freely she could breathe, even if it was just in short spurts, and she was quick to keep the pressure on the delicate little bud. Grazing it with teeth and sucking on it roughly, making little wet slurping noises each time.

"Oh! Oh fuck~!" Making her best O face, LeBlanc pushed Kat's head lower, forcing her tongue back towards her now sopping wet gash while she took up stroking her clit herself. Using the end of the chain like a cool, metal toy, she rubbed it against her glistening button, the cool, magical metal contrasting sharply grasp with the warm tongue that now curled and licked at her inner folds. Writhing uncontrollably, her grip tightened, her muscles tensing up as she neared her peak. It was just too bad she needed to keep her new pet tied up, she thought. She'd love to put her hands to work too, but alas, her toy couldn't be trusted yet. She was expecting more struggle, but she was so eager that it was actually kind of suspicious... She had to wonder just what had gotten into her.

Slurping her tongue as deep inside the sorceress's drooling tunnel as it would reach, Katarina twisted and swirled it around, slapping at her inner folds. Listening to LeBlanc's cries getting shriller and louder with each passing second, the sound was starting to grate on her nerves. Her eager look was growing more and more indignant, annoyance showing on her face and fury bubbling to the surface. The thoughts that had seemed so alien were getting more familiar, more insistent as she was slowly coming out of her hypnotic trance. The lustful haze wasn't fading fast enough to prevent her from getting a mouthful of girlcum however.

Squeezing the back of Kat's head tighter with her knee, LeBlanc let out a particularly ecstatic moan. She gave the chain one last hard pull, forcefully grinding her hips. With fingers tangled in locks of flowing red hair, she was suffocating the girl without a care. Wiry blueish-purple hairs tickling her prisoner's nose while a flood of her juices gushed out, splattering her face in sticky, translucent film. Through half-lidded eyes, she watched with amusement as Kat's face flushed redder, struggling to breathe as her airways were briefly and suddenly obstructed by the mage's sweet-tasting nectar. Tilting her head back, LeBlanc just let the blissful sensations overtake her, making no move to help. Only after smearing her slick cunt all across her face did she finally let her go, shoving the spasming wreck of a woman away from her.

Coughing and sputtering, Katarina rolled onto her side, the fog dissipating from her mind at last. Red-faced and heaving, she coughed up a bit of LeBlanc's slime in between haggard breaths. She couldn't believe that she'd just done that... Without even needing any provocation, she'd so happily submitted to that wretch. She flexed her muscles, rattling the chains as she strained against them. Her mind was already clouding again, this time with rage, not even sure where to direct it, there were so many she was furious with, including herself.

LeBlanc wore a relaxed grin on her face, casually dipping a pair of fingers into her own honey pot to extend the sensations as she came down off her high. Stirring and coating them with sweet juice, when she pulled them free, a few sticky strands tethered her digits together. The gooey strings drooped under their own weight, dripping while she brought them to her lips, flicking her tongue out to lick them clean, savouring her own taste.

Apparently satisfied, the illusionist stood straight, stepping away from the oak she'd been leaning against. "Mnn, not bad for a first act, though we'll need to get you a bit more practice for next time. Still, you've got potential at least." LeBlanc's voice reverberated, almost seeming to develop a strange echo. The odd sound drew Katarina's gaze back up to look at her, where her eyes grew wide as saucers at what she saw. Standing side by side, there were now two LeBlanc's, the second one a perfect mirror image of the first, identical in every way. But it wasn't the double vision that made the chained woman wail in fresh misery.

"Let's see if you've got more experience tending to the opposite sex." Both mages spoke in unison. One stood with a hand on her hips, the other, likely the original, was still licking her fingers clean. But what horrified Katarina, was that between each of their legs dangled a fat, heavy looking cock, quickly rising to life as they both stroked themselves with dainty hands that looked almost grossly mismatched upon their meaty phalluses.

Sucking her index finger clean with a lewd, wet pop, one LeBlanc took a step forward, a wicked smirk spreading her lips. "Dibs on her ass," she called, and Katarina despaired.

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Slithering her way up the road, Cassiopeia scowled at the sight that greeted her in the distance.

One of the magical stone statues that defended the route was besieged. Swarming around the base of it were tiny figures in blue shrouds. Some of them wielded little swords and shields, and others held aloft mystic wands that flung small blasts of magic that cracked and battered the tower's foundation. Each one of the diminutive figures wore a wooden mask over face, thick as a board and with a metal trim that made it resemble a shield with eyeholes cut out.

Standing amidst the army of enemy minions was one who towered over the rest, though still stood only half as tall as a human. At first glance, her blue skin made her resemble one of the minions, but as the serpent drew closer, it became clear that she was something different entirely, despite her small stature. She wore no mask to hide her child-like face and no hood to conceal the mop of snowy hair framing it. Likewise, she wore no blue shroud, but rather a dark-green military uniform. Or at least half of one. For some reason the creature had abandoned her trousers, giving the snake-woman a clear view of her pert buttocks clenching each time she fired the oversized cannon she was wielding.

"Yordlesss..." Cassiopeia hissed, baring claws and fangs and scurrying as fast as her serpentine body could carry her.

A force of allied minions were quick to arrive to defend the turret from the onslaught it endured, and were just as quick to be annihilated. A look of determination crossing her face, the yordle turned on the encroaching, purple minions and fired a barrage of cannonballs into their ranks. The little creatures were flattened beneath the massive spheres that shattered on impact, and those that survived were torn to shreds by the shrapnel they unleashed. Tristana then turned her attention back to the statue without missing a beat. Unperturbed by the deafening boom of her weapon, she pressed her assault, watching as the tower began to crack and crumble. The blue minions that surrounded it were falling quickly to its focused energy blasts, and it was a race to demolish the defensive construct faster than it could disintegrate the minion attack force. A race that the megling commando was winning quite handily.

Getting within range at last, Cassiopeia struck as quickly as her serpent-heritage was known for. Rearing back, she loosed a spray of violet venom into the dead center of the mass of tiny creatures. Those that were showered by the toxic fluid stopped their attack and clawed at their melting bodies in silent agony, while the rest grasped at their throats and began to choke on the poisonous miasma that rose up from the pool that was fast spreading outwards from where it impacted. Cassiopeia cheered inwardly as the minions fell one after another, but it was too little, too late. Even as they collapsed in the throes of death, the stone statue teetered and began to rumble loudly, having sustained too much damage. The magical energy that infused it faded away as it lost its shape, crumbling apart and falling to pieces that fractured and shattered against the ground.

Her target reduced to nothing more than rubble, Tristana was fast to acquire a new one. The poisonous mist was closing in on her, the yordle covering her mouth to mask her lungs against the toxic fumes. Her heavy weapon tilting downwards with only one arm to steady it, she fired it straight at her own feet, letting the explosive impact launch her high into the sky and away from the venomous miasma.

"Shit shit shi-" Cassiopeia looked up and cursed, caught like a deer in the headlights as Tristana sailed up and over her puddle of poison to crash land right on top of her. "Oof!" The world felt like it had gone into slow-motion as the yordle collided with her, lifting her legs so that her blue butt struck Cassie square in the chest, bowling her over.

"Heeey there! I remember you!" Tristana giggled as she pinned the snake to the ground, sitting atop her chest. Despite her small size, the yordle was packing an immense amount of weight that kept the naga from being able to throw her off. Dazed from the collision, it took her several seconds to identify the source of her weight as being something big and floppy that was now resting over the snake-woman's shoulder. Pressing one dainty hand to it, it felt fleshy and slightly spongy within her grip, and the yordle crooned when she squeezed it. "Ooooh, do that again!" Shaking off her daze, Cassiopeia's eyes snapped open when the fleshy slab throbbed in her grip. It was a dick! The yordle was packing a massive slab of cockmeat. No wonder she wasn't wearing any pants, she probably couldn't find a pair that would fit!

"What the hell- There's no way that that'sss real!" Cassiopeia screamed and let go of gargantuan flesh barrel, her tail thrashing and torso bucking wildly.

The snake-woman gave it her all, shoving and weaving along the ground to try and dislodge her, but the yordle wasn't giving an inch. She held on for a good while, squeezing her thighs tightly around her abdomen and grasping the naga's shoulder with one hand to steady herself, waving the other through the air while riding her like a bronco. "Yippee! Oh man, this takes me back to my days in training!" She squealed gleefully, her oversized girlmeat bouncing and slapping against the serpent's face. Pushing herself into the air, the serpent twisted her body in a desperate bid to hurl Tristana away, and the short-statured creature responded by relaxing her legs and lurching in the opposite direction, letting Cassiopeia twist and roll underneath her til she was riding atop her back. Cackling madly with the serpent wiggling in the dirt underneath her, Tristana moved quickly to subdue her. Grasping the back of her head with both hands, fingers grabbing hold of the leathery, cobra-themed headdress she wore and shoving her face into the soil.

Cassiopeia struggled and sputtered, twisting her head to the side and spitting out a mouthful of dirt, only for Tristana to shove her harder and pin her cheek to the ground. "You little vermin, let me go ssso I can rip out your entrailsss." She hissed furiously.

"Heehee, just like a snake to crawl through the mud on your belly." Tristana giggled, jabbing a knee into the serpent's spine and making her cry out in pain.

"Sssaaaahh! You little bitch! I swallow rodents like you whole for breakfast!" Cassiopeia shrieked and bucked, throwing her ass into the air while her tail thrashed from side to side.

Tristana sneered, her overly sensitive prick squeezed uncomfortably tight between her loins and the Du Couteau daughter's back. "That so? Well then, hope you skipped it today, cause I've got an awfully big brunch to offer you." Slamming Cassiopeia's head into the ground to daze her, the yordle hopped off and quickly circled around in front of her.

"Huzzuwha?" The serpent stammered, her glowing eyes briefly rolling around in a daze. By time her mental faculties were caught up, Tristana was standing over her head, hefting her mighty cum cannon with a hand far too tiny to properly grasp it, a glob of purple goo seeping from her urethra.

"It took me a while to figure it out, but you did this, didn't you? You left that other skanky slut for me as bait." Tristana spoke while stroking her cock, barely even able to keep it upright as it swelled into a hardon, the veiny skin pulling tauter and the mushroom head turning a dark shade of purple. "Hmph, I think it's high-time someone gave you a taste of your own medicine."

Cassiopeia moved to protest, but was silenced quicker than she could make a sound when the yordle's spongy battering ram smacked her lips. The bulging cum-slit dilated, squeezing out a thick glob of venom-tinged precum, large enough to completely fill the snake's mouth with a single drop. The massively bloated knob was itself half the size of Cassie's skull, and Tristana showed no reservation in smashing it up against her nose and mashing it against her lips.

Pressing palms into the dirt, the naga tried to push herself away, letting out a muffled cry as she did. The pint-sized commando wasn't taking no for an answer though, grabbing hold of her leathery hood and pulling back to keep her head in place. Cassiopeia's eyes looked up at her, as though to plead, but Tristana just pulled harder, forcing her full lips wider and trying to wedge her tip in between them.

"I always heard snakes can dislocate their jaws to swallow their prey whole. Let's see if you can too!" Gritting her teeth and grunting, the yordle pulled tighter on Cassie's hood, flexing her tiny ass and pushing her hips forward. Her blunt, throbbing girl-meat smashing the serpent's lips again and again, occasionally slipping to the side and smearing violet fluid along her cheek. The slimy goo made the naga cringe, but she refused to open her maw for the insistent yordle, even after she took to slapping her a few times.

"Oh come onnnn, I heard you do this kinda thing all the time!" Tristana pouted. Cassiopeia's reputation as a diplomatic escort was well known, even as far south as Bandle City, and many a yordle ambassador had fantasized about getting a taste of Noxian 'diplomacy', but to no luck. The strength-valuing city-state did not have a high opinion of yordles.

The naga woman hissed and narrowed her eyes. "I'd sssoo-" she started to say before being cut off when her lips formed an O. Giving her hood another tug, Tristana shoved forward with all her might, managing to wedge the soft, spongy flesh of her cockhead just past the snake's lips. It was just a little bit, barely even an inch, but it was enough to block Cassiopeia from shutting her mouth again. Interrupted so rudely mid-speech, the naga's tongue was still flapping, slapping against Tristana's cum-slit while her voice was muffled by the fleshy seal. Indignantly, Cassie tried to pull back far enough to seal her lips, but the yordle just kept pushing and pulling, not letting her bring her head back. A goofy smile was spreading across her face, the forked tongue tickling her oh-so-sensitive crown and leaving her to drool a little bit. "Yeaaah, that's more like it..." she hummed.

Slowly, Tristana's incessant prodding, her cock's relentless push forward, forced Cassiopeia to open wider. Her maw being pried open by sheer force, the yordle's blunt prick forced her lips to strain and stretch around it. At one point, the naga's large fangs might've at least been able to halt her progress, but her turgid shaft was so grotesquely swollen by the serpent's venom, so massive and stiff, that even Cassiopeia's teeth didn't seem able to deter her. Instead, her serpentine aspects betrayed her. Just like a snake, the naga's oversized fangs were retractable, and against her will that swollen length was pushing them back, forcing them to lay flat against the roof of her mouth, and leaving her with no obstacle to her blowjob save for the limits of Cassiopeia's jaw. And just as the yordle predicted, those limits were quite generous indeed.

Gritting her teeth and pressing onward, Tristana held on tightly to the back of Cassiopeia's skull, forcibly widening her jaw to slowly cram her pole past her lips. The naga strained and struggled, her claws scrabbling against the ground for some leverage, carving grooves into the dirt and tearing up handfuls of grass. An inch at a time, the short statured creature squeezed that veiny monstrosity into the DuCouteau daughter's maw, her cheeks swollen and bulging around it while her forked tongue was completely pinned and immobilized by its enormous girth.

Cassiopeia's eyes glowed fiercely, narrowed to slits as more and more space in her skull was being occupied by the yordle's gargantuan prick. The sheer size of it proved to be too large of a strain, her jaw silently dislocating to accommodate it. Thankfully not a problem for a serpent like herself but something that would have been incredibly painful for an ordinary human. There were times her curse came in handy after all. Even though the penetration was painless for her, the naga seethed with rage and humiliation. She glowered up at her tormentor. If only the little bitch would look down at her, to meet her cold, eerie gaze... Revenge would be hers in an instant. Tristana was either too clever or too naive to realize however, as she just stared off into space, the goofiest, giddiest grin spread across her features, tongue hanging down past her lips like a dog. She was utterly enamoured by the wonderfully tight sensation of Cassiopeia's throat.

So wet, so firm... It was the tightest fit Tristana had ever felt wrapped around her dick. The deeper she forced her schlong down her gullet, the further her powerful neck muscles constricted around it. If the poison flowing through her dick's veins didn't make her dick unnaturally hard and dense, she'd worry about it being crushed by such a snug hole. Instead, the pleasant feel just left her spasming blissfully, her toes and fingers curling. Her biceps flexed with all her might, insistently pulling Cassie's head closer to her crotch, determined to sink her monster of a cock all the way into her belly.

With every inch that slipped past Cassie's stretched lips, the obscene bulge in her neck grew larger, travelling further down the length of her throat. Such a lewd shape, the naga lifted a hand to caress her poor neck, feeling every vein lining the shaft through her taut skin.

Her touch elicited a delightful cry from Tristana. "Ooh, sweet! Do that again, that felt goooood!" She cackled in her childish tone, giving her hips a sharp buck and plunging ever deeper into her maw. There was only a few inches left to go, half a foot of dickmeat all that separated the snake's mouth from the small creature's snowy pubic bush.

Despite her large endowment, there was no gagging, no coughing or choking from the irritated naga. No convulsions to milk her pole, only the welcoming friction of her dick sliding through Cassie's slick esophagus. Though being part-snake clearly had a lot to do with it, both women liked to think she was just that practised at sucking dick, even if Tristana's was the last dick Cassiopeia wanted to be swallowing. Or tasting. Her blue-tinged shaft bore the strong, salty taste of sweat all down the length of it, the underside of it sliding along the noxian woman's tongue the entire way down.

At last, after several long minutes of painfully slow progress, Tristana's balls clapped softly against Cassiopeia's chin, the naga's nose buried amidst her wiry white hairs and flattened against her pelvis. The yordle threw an arm up into the air and cheered, revelling in the warm, gooey sensation of the snake-woman's drool spilling past her lips and soaking her hefty nuts. "Yeah! Heehee, I knew you could do it!" Tristana giggled.

Eyes still filled with rage, Cassiopeia lifted a trembling hand out of the dirt, her long, sharp nails reaching for Tristana's thigh, but the yordle just brushed her hand aside without even looking down at her. Her dick was lodged so firmly in the snake's snug, wet hole that she didn't need to hold her head in place anymore anyways.

"Now to just..." Tristana grimaced, pressing her small, stubby hands to Cassie's shoulders. "...start pounding..." She tried to pull her hips back, grunting from the strain. "...this tight little mouthpussy..." She pushed the serpent and tried to pull herself back with all the strength in her stout little frame, gritting her teeth from the effort. "Nnnnnnggh!" Cassiopeia's eyes opened a little bit wider, brow wrinkling in displeasure at being manhandled so roughly. A few moments of struggle were soon followed by Tristana panting and trying to catch her breath, a worried expression on her face. "Oh, uuhhmm, I uh, I think I'm stuck." She glanced downwards, but not far enough to meet the serpent-lady's gaze, just staring at her smooth, bare back while pondering her next move.

'Oh for fuck's sake...' Cassiopeia thought to herself, rolling her eyes and giving a little flick of her tail. 'Always the same, a giant dick doesn't mean shit if you don't know how to use it.'

Planting her palms flat on the ground, Cassie lifted herself up into the air and narrowed her eyes again. Forgetting the indignity for a moment, she was determined to show Tristana just why the noxian courtesan was so far out of her league. With practised precision, she clenched the muscles at the entrance to her throat, as if trying to swallow Tristana's enormous dong whole, then relaxed them while tightening other muscles further down her neck, then easing up again just to squeeze further down. Her throat convulsed, her muscles rippling throughout her grotesquely stretched neck, all the way through her esophagus, down her entire body until even her tail seemed to coil and tighten up, then back up the length of her body. Without ever even moving her head, the naga's experienced muscles worked the entirety of Tristana's length in fluid, rippling movements, tightening from the base to the sensitive, spongy crown, relaxing, then repeating in reverse, squeezing from the head of her cock back to the base.

Tristana shuddered, a shiver shooting up her spine as Cassiopeia so expertly milked her dick. Her knees trembled and it became a struggle to stay standing. The poison that enlarged her dick already made things extra sensitive to begin with, making the naga's experienced muscle control overwhelming to withstand. Her willpower fading fast, the yordle tried to buck and thrust, but Cassiopeia was having none of it, her tight, constricting throat gripping her dick entirely too hard. She couldn't budge even one single inch within the tight hole she'd mistakenly jammed her dick into. Whenever she tried to pull back, Cassie's whole body lurched forward with her, her breasts swaying and bouncing beneath her. No matter what the yordle did, she stayed latched onto her cock like a leech. All the while her throat muscles kept trying to milk her. It felt like she was trying to pull her even deeper into that hot, sticky maw.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck...!" Tristana's shrill curses and moans were like music to Cassie's ears. Let people think she was a monster, she'd STILL be the most desirable woman in all of Valoran. Nobody could compete with her skills. Keeping one hand flat against the ground to brace herself, she raised the other to cup one of Tristana's heavy, dangling cannonballs, hefting it in her palm and squeezing the fragile sphere. She rolled it around in her hand, sharp nails so lightly scratching the wrinkled skin that held it, while the yordle continued to spasm and twitch. How easily the tables turned, the serpent remarked. Nobody with a cock could resist her charms, be they man or 'woman' or yordle.

Spittle soaked Cassiopeia's chin, the warm slime smearing across Tristana's sack with every failed thrust, her balls swinging back and forth like pendulums to smack Cassie's wet chin loudly. Unable to make any headway bucking her hips, the yordle released her grip on the naga, grabbing hold of her small, perky tits instead. She squeezed them roughly, massaging her sensitive chest and quickly losing her mind to the pleasure. It wasn't bad enough that the poison made every nerve in her dick so much more responsive, but it had also completely blocked and ruined her last orgasm, leaving her with a twitchy hair-trigger. She had wanted so badly to take it out on the snake-lady and give her a taste of her own medicine, but it wasn't bothering her at all! At this rate, she was gonna accidentally discharge her hefty cumcannon too soon.

"Fuck fuck fuck, gonna shoot, gonna shoot!" Tristana squealed, her voice getting shrill and squeaky. Doubling over, her heavy sac pulled tight against her body, shrinking in Cassiopeia's hand as a massive weight was lifted from them. Encouraged by this, the serpent redoubled her efforts, her throat muscles rippling faster, tighter, constricting the veined monster within its slimy, wet prison. Her throat gripping and stroking every inch of sweaty meaty, squeezing the sensitive glans and every bundle of hyper-sensitive nerves.

Like a bursting dam, the deluge that followed was fast and overwhelming. Tristana's cock swelled, the thick cumvein lining the underside developing an obscene bulge from the sheer quantity of fluid passing through. It was as though somebody had turned on a firehose, cum erupting from the tip in a thick, powerful spray. Tinted violet thanks to Cassiopeia's toxic venom, the yordle's semen fired straight into her belly in large, powerful spurts. Shooting straight into her stomach, the naga was thankful she wouldn't have to taste the bitter ballsnot. Each powerful jet of semen felt like a punch to her gut, making her wince in discomfort, the force of Tristana's orgasm alone nearly enough to finally dislodge the two. Cassie's belly, normally so flat and toned, quickly lost its shape, expanding outwards from the flood of poisonous spunk. Before long it was bloated enough to drag along the ground, sloshing loudly, cum and poison churning together inside. As huge as her load was though, it wasn't endless. The steady spray began to taper off, reduced to 'mere' quarter-sized ropes of jizz that spurt from her tip with each throbbing pulse of her dick.

Tristana's eyes glazed over, rolling up so far into her skull that her pupils vanished entirely. She foamed at the corners of her mouth, drooling all down her chin as she finally achieved the orgasm she'd been denied before, and then some. Every pulse, every spurt of cum had a purging effect on her body, draining her heavily bloated balls and her swollen cock of the poisonous fluid she'd been infected with. Being the source of the toxin herself, Cassiopeia was completely unphased by the venom, save for the sheer quantity of it that was fast filling her ballooning belly. For Tristana though, the effect of being drained was noticeable and profound. Her dick shrivelled at an incredible rate, shrinking and deflating even while she was still cumming; her mammoth endowment returning to its original size. Sliding back up Cassiopeia's throat as it shrank, leaking a steady stream of ballslime the entire way up. The swollen bulge in Cassie's neck vanished, to be replaced by the one in her abdomen. The naga's throat never seemed to get any looser though, even as Tristana's dick lost over fifty percent of its size and mass, her serpentine esophagus simply squeezing tighter, and tighter, to produce the same crushing sensation, until at last the yordle's dick was simply too small to keep invading her throat at all. It retracted until it rested limply atop her tongue, dribbling the last few globs of semen right onto it, in case the naga truly believed she'd get away without having to taste her jizz, wincing from the bitterness of her own venom.

Her whole body having gone rigid and tense from the strength of her orgasm, when at last it faded Tristana's limbs suddenly felt like goo. Her legs shook and gave way beneath her, dropping her down onto her bottom. She reached her hands back behind her to steady herself, though they were just as shaky and weren't much support. Head tilted back, she felt sweat running down her brow. Her tongue was STILL hanging loose, while she panted heavily, her breathing laboured. "Wooooooooooow... That was intense!" She wheezed.

Finally freed of the beast that had been holding it down, Cassiopeia's tongue was mobile once more. Immediately it curled around Tristana's crown, swirling around her head and tormenting the sensitive gland, knowing the feeling would be downright painful so soon after orgasm. Hell, without it keeping her fangs pinned anymore, there was nothing to keep her from just biting the yordle's dick, though the serpent had other plans instead.

"Ouch! H-hey, st-stop that!" Tristana winced in pain. "Th-that's sensitive, don't you know?" She lowered her gaze to glare at Cassiopeia, and in that instant the naga had her.

Their gazes met, eyes locked on one another. The naga opened her maw wide enough for Tristana's dick to fall free of her lips, resting limp against her thighs and shiny with spit. The yordle stared into her eerily glowing eyes for a moment too long, and from them came a brief flash of yellow light. Cassiopeia screamed in victory. Her cry, a shrill, ear-piercing mixture of a hiss and a shriek, made her shudder and her blood run cold.

Tristana jaw dropped and her eyes widened. She tried to scream herself, but the sound died quickly in her throat. Summoning all the strength she had, she leaped to her feet and raised her arms to defend herself, but it was entirely too late. In mere seconds, her soft flesh turned to hardened stone and bright blue skin changed to the drab grey of granite. The yordle was petrified in an instant, and left standing there with a slack-jawed look of horror on her face.

Wordlessly, Cassiopeia watched the transformation, wiping her mouth with the back of an arm, smearing spit and cum down the length of it. Lifting herself up off the ground, she wobbled uncomfortably for a moment, her massively bloated belly nearly knocking her off balance. Cradling it with both hands, she glanced down at herself in disgust while giving her pregnant-looking stomach a jiggle, listening to all the cream slosh around inside of her.

"Ugh, look at thisss... Now I'm gonna be fat and hideousss until thisss ssstuff digessstsss." Cassiopeia held a hand to her brow and sighed, eyes shut in disdain. Turning to gaze towards the petrified yordle, her lips curled into a wicked sneer. "Well, I sssuppose we can always jussst cover it up."

It took her a few minutes of searching around to find the yordle's belongings, the small creature having dropped them off to the side of the road before sieging the tower. Amongst them was little of value, save for a satchel full of cannonballs for that large cannon of hers. The real one that was. With her sharp claws, it was easy to slice the straps off of the bag, bringing them back to her new yordle lawn ornament.

Cassiopeia was surprised to find hefting Tristana up into the air quite easy. The added weight of her stone skin was nothing compared to what she lost in the crotch area. Tying the straps tightly to the statue's arms, she threw the loose ends over her shoulders and across her back, then reached behind to pull them forward again, tying them to Tristana's ankles. With a satisfied grin, she shifted and adjusted the stone yordle so that it rested there, strapped to her front like a piece of rock-solid armour.

"There, that should do. No senssse letting a perfectly good shield go to wassste." The serpent exclaimed, tugging her new chest piece a bit lower down her midsection. "Hmm, ssstill a bit loose. Oh, I know!" With a wicked smirk, she brought her sharp talons down low, her nails scraping over the petrified creature's granite flesh. Briefling trailing over Tristana's now quite miniscule (comparatively) cock, she showed no gentleness, her claws making a sound like nails on a chalkboard, wondering if the yordle could still feel anything... Her hand soon passed under her dick, cradling her smooth rocks underneath, and probing a finger just past, searching for...

Her index finger passed by a small opening, a few hardened folds that weren't quite fully sealed, owing to the creature's arousal when it was petrified. Aha! She knew the little creature had to have at least SOME trace of femininity. They had to breed somehow, even if the females preferred to be on the giving end.

Still smiling, the naga pressed her finger to her folds, gingerly slipping the sharp nail inside, where the hard, rocky flesh suddenly gave way to a soft, tender tunnel. Her petrifying spell only encased the outermost layer of her prey in hard, stone shell, while leaving the insides just as soft and living as ever. Which was perfect for her current needs, of which she had many...

As distasteful as being forced to please a yordle was, Cassiopeia had to admit, the sheer size of her maleness had been a little bit... Exciting. Alas, her own needs had gone unattended to. Now it was her turn to see just how well Tristana could handle large objects.

The naga tilted her head back and hissed softly. Slowly, her twin lengths peeked out from her slit, the two flexible shafts slithering out from their confinement. Tapered and perfectly smooth, they glistened in the light, coated with a thin sheen of natural lubricant. Normally Cassiopeia preferred to toy with her lovers a little bit first, but for Tristana she harboured none of the same affection that she had held for Katarina. Besides, an immobilized statue was hardly as much fun to play with. Her twin hemipenes writhed through the air, the duo probing the yordle's nethers eagerly. Smearing their slimy lube across her gray bottom and just behind her stiff, solid balls, it didn't take long for one of them to meet up with Cassie's finger, the naga slipping her digit out to replace it with her flexible, yet still rigid cock. The naga's eyes narrowed to slits, her shaft pressing against the yordle's femsex, wiggling against it insistently, squeezing its way past her hardened labia to spear her velvety soft innards with a moan.

Her second length had an altogether different target in mind. It squirmed between Tristana's butt cheeks, spreading its slimy coating all along the inside of her ass crack until it was a slippery mess. The narrow, smooth tip soon found the wrinkled crevice hidden back there, the yordle's tight backpassage. Squeezing in there would be a far more difficult task, but Cassiopeia was more than up to the challenge. It wouldn't be the first time she'd managed to squeeze herself into an outfit several sizes too small for her. She chuckled to herself, her pointed cockhead mashing insistently against Tristana's opening. Claws grasping the small creature's sides, she grunted and pulled it closer to her loins, her serpentine coils bucking and undulating, grinding her pelvis into the yordle's bottom. It took a great deal of effort and strain, the naga gritting her teeth from the struggle, but her shaft possessed a great deal of dexterity and flexibility. Aided greatly by the generous coating of lube, it managed to narrow itself just enough to squeeze through the incredibly tight opening, and into the softer, stretchier passageway beyond.

"Aaaah!" Cassiopeia's jaw dropped, exhaling a sigh once she finally felt that crushing tightness gripping her shaft. "Hmhmhmm, so, what do you think makes a tighter cocksleeve? My throat or your body?" Cackling madly, the naga brought a hand to Tristana's cheek, stroking her face lightly, frozen in an expression of horror. Rippling her body, she thrust forward and sank both lengths deeper into the yordle's holes. Tristana's interior was as soft and welcoming as her skin was hard, her holes simultaneously unyielding and pliant, the two tunnels each offering a different texture to envelop the snake-woman's lengths. For a creature of the yordle's small size, even one of Cassiopeia's shafts would've been a rather large insertion, but to take two of them, it was only the petrification spell that kept the two shafts from visibly stretching her stomach while slithering deeper within, rearranging her innards to make room instead.

Only once she felt her shafts bottoming out, Tristana's ass resting snugly against the base where the two members fused into one, was Cassiopeia at last satisfied. The statue balancing atop her poles, its weight suspended by the straps over her shoulders, the naga breathed a relaxed sigh knowing her new chestpiece was safely secured. Oh, and how convenient! The yordle's frightened posture left her outstretched arms posed just perfectly to obscure the lusty naga's nipples. Couldn't go around dressed indecently afterall.

The immediate threat to their base dealt with and her needs sated for the time being, Cassiopeia slithered off in search of new prey. Every motion, every swaying of her hips drove her cocks deep into Tristana's core and brought a giddy smile to the serpent's face. The yordle just blankly stared ahead, unable to move, to scream, to moan as her holes was stuffed again and again, her body wracked endlessly by mind-shattering ecstasy.

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"Oh come onnnnn Katarina, loosen up! Honestly, it's like you don't even want my cock in your ass." LeBlanc grit her teeth and tightened her hold on Kat's hips. The red-head kept clenching up, making it a strain to piston in and out of her snug backside. Occasionally when she'd pull out, the mage's prick would shimmer a strange, irridescent hue, briefly becoming transparent as it did so, before returning to it's meaty, fleshy appearance, betraying the magic used to create it.

As irritating as it was for LeBlanc to continuously work her pole into her tight rectum, for Katarina it was agonizing. Her nails dug into her palms, trying to distract herself from the pain with more pain elsewhere, her face a grimace while she gnashed her teeth together.

"Hey, how many times have I told you? No teeth!" LeBlanc snapped, her shaft briefly becoming ephemeral, just another illusion, as Katarina tried to bite down, chomping onto nothing but her own tongue and howling in pain. When she screamed, the witch's meatpole became solid again, quickly silencing her cries and letting the magician savour their vibrations.

With tears streaming down her cheeks, Katarina glanced up into her tormentor's face. Or one of them at least. They'd swapped places so many times she'd lost track of which LeBlanc was the original and which was merely a clone. What few differences in composure there might have been between the two had been erased over the last hour as each of them had worked themselves into a sweaty mess defiling Kat's body. Once immaculate make-up was smeared and running while both bodies glistened with perspiration, leaving the two mages completely identical. Hell, maybe they were both clones for all she knew.

Illusory or not, they both certainly FELT real, each burying a fat cock into either end of her.

"I swear, it's like she can't decide whether to give in or not." One LeBlanc spoke to the other. She was kneeling on the ground with thighs spread apart and pelvis thrust forward, upper body leaned back to get as full a view as possible of Katarina sucking her off. In one hand she held the end of a leash they had fastened for the girl, using it to pull her forward towards her crotch. Her entire body was wrapped in magical chains, completely binding and impeding her movements. A simple snap to the one looped around her throat like a collar was usually enough to bring her struggling back into line, LeBlanc found. The rest were more for... Decoration.

Her arms were pulled behind her back and bound in chain, having been like that so long now she'd lost feeling in them, while her wrists were tied together as well just for extra precaution. The chains looped around her heavy breasts, the icy metal pressing uncomfortably against her sensitive mammaries, squeezing them tightly enough that they swelled outwards and appeared even bigger. To completely immobilize her, Kat's legs were bent at the knees, with more of the metal links tying her ankles to her upper thighs, forcing her to lean forward into LeBlanc's crotch to stay on her knees.

None of this was necessary for LeBlanc to overpower Katarina, the witch just found it amusing to see her so utterly bound and helpless.
"I know! Obedient one second, misbehaving the next..." The one behind her grabbed a fistful of her fiery hair and shoved her face forward. At the same time, the one in front thrust her hips, driving her dick deep enough into the girl's throat to make her gag, wiry indigo hairs tickling the red-head's nose.

Not for the first time, Katarina's face reddened from lack of oxygen. Furious emerald eyes glared daggers at the witch before her, even as her body desperately tried to suck in air around her cock, breathing in her musk along with it. When LeBlanc finally did pull back to let her breathe, mucus and saliva spilled down her chin in thick, syrupy strands. The witch smirked, briefly admiring the sheen Kat's drool gave her dick, before plunging it in again to watch her gag and choke around it, the convulsions making her moan in delight.

The other LeBlanc was squatting behind the assassin, hands on her hips to keep Kat's ass upraised to greet her steady thrusts. Each one was greeted by the loud, lewd slapping of wet skin on skin, her pelvis smashing Katarina's cheeks and relentlessly drilling that veiny prick into her colon. Despite her complaints, Kat didn't think LeBlanc really minded how tight her rear was, otherwise the witch wouldn't keep going out of her way to stress her out. She was constantly shoving her forward, helping the other one to cut off her air, and then moaning in delight when Katarina's muscles spasmed uncontrollably.

Dragging the assassin's head back, the blowjob-loving LeBlanc gave her enough time for a single gasp before shoving her head back down to be smothered by her sweating nutsac. Throatslime and spittle mixed with preseminal fluid dribbled from her tip into Katarina's messy hair, while the mage's heavy fleshstaff rested against her forehead, leaving clear streaks smeared across her face.

"Come on Kat, worship me. I'll be the new ruler of Noxus soon afterall." She rasped, dragging Katarina's face up and down, leaving wet smudges everywhere. She absolutely adored that hateful look on her face, the one she wore constantly even while kissing LeBlanc's cockhead with a wet pop. She knew there was no point in resisting, the mage would get what she wanted even if she needed to use magic to do so. The witch grinned madly, and shoved her face down again, holding her there until she could make her captor's magical balls sparkle and shine with her spit.

"Oooh, I think she enjoys sucking on our nuts! Her ass just got nice and loose!" The second witch cackled. In truth, Katarina was only able to relax that little not because there was nothing obstructing her airway. That was shortlived however when LeBlanc started moving faster, plowing balls deep into her asshole. She groaned, her fat pole sliding into Kat's depths, the gritty texture carressing her sensitive shaft.

The pained wail Katarina let loose was muffled by the magician's balls. Her backdoor burned from the friction, twitching around LeBlanc's thick spear. Searing pain lanced through her, asshole weakly trying to clench and repel the intruder. Even that seemed to take more strength than she had though. Muscles strained to the point of wear and tear, they simply had nothing left to resist with. LeBlanc's furious, jackhammering thrusts just wrecked her asshole, leaving her wrapped around the mage's length like a loose fitting glove.

Legs growing weary from staying squatted so long, LeBlanc groaned in discomfort, yet she wouldn't dare put her knees in the dirt just to fuck a worthless whore like Katarina. Throwing more of her weight forward, she leaned into the red-head with every slam of their hips, transitioning into shorter, faster thrusts that kept their thighs flush together, bearing as much of her weight down onto Kat as possible.

"Oh, wait before you do that," the first LeBlanc scowled. "I wanted to feel her lips on my knob again." Thanks to the second's impatience, she was forced to shimmy backwards to drag their slave's face away from her delicate spheres. Not that she couldn't have savoured that all day, but she was much more eager to bust a nut down her throat and watch her gag on her cum.

Running her fingers through Kat's tangled locks, LeBlanc forced her head back, to look up into the illusionist's face. So different from earlier, where she'd seemed so willing to give in, now the assassin seemed to just stare ever-so-defiantly. That pleased her greatly. She had worried that somebody else had already broken the assassin's spirit before she got there, and she so wanted to do that herself.

"Open wide now," LeBlanc cooed, pinching the bridge of Katarina's nose to stifle her breathing. The moment she begrudgingly parted her lips to breathe, LeBlanc's dick slipped inside again. "That's a good girl."

"Glk!" Katarina's short cry came out little more than a muffled gag, a sound that repeated again and again. LeBlanc ground her pelvis into her face, pulling back lazily only to followup with a short, fast thrust. "Glk! Gluk! Ulk!" The assassin sputtered repeatedly, spitting up more sticky, goopy strands of saliva each time and making a wet mess of the magician's crotch.

"Tsk tsk, such lewd sounds Katarina. Have you no shame?" LeBlanc cackled, just before the woman's convulsing throat triggered a loud, long-lasting moan. The noises were joined by the second LeBlanc's heaving grunts between grit teeth, sawing her length in and out of Kat's rear, and the meaty thwack her hips made each time they collided with her bruised behind. Capped off by the clinking of metal clicking together, the chains rattling, it all added up to create a perverted cacophany, the dirty soundtrack to Katarina's rape.

Their voices growing higher in pitch, the two LeBlancs both leaned over their captive. Breaths growing more and more uneven, they both gasped and heaved between perverted moans and strained grunts. The one in front moved both hands to rest atop Katarina's skull, holding her still while steadily grinding into her face, her breasts bouncing softly while hunched over the girl's face. The one behind took the leash in her right hand and pulled on it, taking over where the other left off. Pressing her other palm into Kat's spine, she held her down while arching her own back in ecstasy. Her bosom was more wild in its swaying, her whole body rocking along with Katarina's, her eyes shut tight and teeth clenched.

Panting heavily, LeBlanc lifted a hand from Katarina's crimson tresses, her fingers cupping her mirror image's chin. Tilting her head to meet her gaze, the two witches gazed longingly into each other's eyes. Their own eyes. Truly, LeBlanc had only one equal in this rotten world. Herself. As one, they leaned in, lips grazing past one another, then meeting in earnest. They moved in unison, hilting inside Katarina's body simultaneously, drilling into her together from either end. Ignoring the poor woman spit-roasted between them, they embraced one another in a passionate kiss, tongues outstretched to greet each other. Swirling and wrestling together, their slick tongues intertwined. One's teeth grazed her twin's lips, nibbling at it gently.

Pulling back from the kiss, a few strings of saliva still tethered their mouths briefly. The front LeBlanc's eyelids fluttered, grinding more insistently into Kat's mouth. "Ahn! I'm... At my peak... I'm gonna cum soon!"

The second seemed to be just as near. Of course she would be, the two were mirror images of one another afterall. "Mmmnh... Come on then, let's fill this slut together."

The twins thrusts were in pitch perfect harmony, hilting as deep inside their captive as they could go. They held her down, speared between the two of them, nothing more than a toy to be shared between the two, a tool to let two doms make love to one another. The two magically endowed women leaned in for one last kiss, embracing one another in a lewd exchange of saliva and moaning aloud. Their cocks throbbed, pulsating with whatever magic substituted for the blood in their veins. Then, as one, they both erupted, spurting thick strands of sticky, white syrup that filled the assassin's stomach from both ends.

Katarina's eyes widened so far they looked like they would pop out of her skull. The first powerful jets firing straight down her throat and up her rectum. Her eyes watered, feeling a renewed urge to gag and retch, forced to swallow around LeBlanc's dick and simply hope she wouldn't drown in her spunk. She couldn't gulp it down fast enough to keep up with the mage's unnatural potency, each wad of cum following too fast on the heels of the one that came before. With all the consistency of glue, it fast started to back up in her throat, overflowing and filling her mouth with the salty, bitter taste. God forbid the witch use her magic to make it taste any better. By the fifth spurt, Katarina simply gave up trying to drink it all. Her tear-filled eyes rolling upwards and her cheeks stuffed full of jizz, it fast spilled out from the corners of her lips and gushed from her nose in viscous, bubbling streams, soaking into LeBlanc's crotch and making a warm, sticky mess all over her neatly trimmed landing strip and her churning ballsack.

Her back-end wasn't having any easier time holding the magician's load either. Her puckered opening was tighter, leaving less room for LeBlanc's spunk to escape, but the mage had pounded her so loose and worn that even her clenched ring of muscle couldn't keep all of her rapist's cream inside. A trickle of off-white jizz slowly dribbled out, the flood that was fast filling her ass only prevented from escaping by the fat cock blocking its way.

"Mnnnff... That's not a bad start." LeBlanc groaned. Glancing down at the bitch suffocating on her dick, she rolled her eyes at Katarina's incompetence and pulled out before she choked to death. She made sure to pause with just the crown left in her mouth, resting in a pool of her own semen and firing one last squirt right atop Katarina's tongue. Satisfied, she slipped her dripping, slime-covered cock the rest of the way out. Giving Kat a good smack on the face with it, it made a loud, wet splat, resting against the girl's cheek while the mage rested to catch her breath.

Her twin stayed embedded within Katarina's ass a little bit longer, savouring the once-tight confines that still hugged her shaft so wonderfully. Sighing woefully, she started to pulled out as well, likewise pausing with her cockhead still clutched between those lovely buns. Squeezing the base of her dick, she admired the glistening sheen her cum gave it, before pulling it the rest of the way out with a pop.

Even after everything that had already happened today, Katarina was amazed that it was still possible to heap new indignities upon her. Her ass was left gaping open upon LeBlanc's exit, a torrent of the witch's seed spilling out and running down down her ass, trickling steadily down to pool in the dirt between Kat's knees. Her face was flushed red, humiliated and disgusted by the warm, wet feeling leaking from her ruined rear.

"Alright, shove over, it's my turn." Katarina was left to fall flat on her face as LeBlanc stood up in front of her, no longer there for the chained-up girl to lean on. Practically elbowing her compatriot out of the way to get to their captive's behind, she slapped both hands atop her ass with a grin, pawing at her meaty cheeks and squeezing them between her fingertips. The sight of her twin's semen leaking from her stretched anus made the magician laugh, and she was quick to align her dick with Katarina's welcoming opening.

Despite having just orgasmed, both LeBlancs were still rock hard, and seemingly unphased by the increased sensitivity that afflicted most males. Afterall, both of their lengths were merely constructs of magic. Illusions made flesh. They were made entirely at the whim of the wicked mage. There was no need to make them 100% accurate to the real thing, she figured, not when doing so would only spoil her fun by forcing her to take a break. So it was that her dripping, spit and cum coated cock was still ready to go, and would be for as long as she had the energy to keep using it. And for the time being, she had plenty.

With a nasty grin on her face, LeBlanc spread her fellow's noxian's ass cheeks wide and plunged her cock straight inside. So amply lubed with her clone's seed and loosened by her work, she slid right inside with the greatest of ease, bottoming out in a single thrust and a loud squelch, eliciting nary even a grunt from the disgruntled Katarina. So slick and easy... And loose... Too easy. LeBlanc scowled, staring at the back of Katarina's head.

"You worthless slut! Tighten up!" Fuming, LeBlanc struck the assassin upside the back of her head. Katarina wailed in fresh pain, her muscles twitching and squeezing as hard as they could, but it wasn't nearly enough to satisfy the illusionist. "Ugh, you fucking wrecked her asshole!" LeBlanc raged, casting a finger at her double. "Now she's too loose."

Watching with a bemused look on her face, the second just laughed. Her hand stroking her slick, meaty rod, enjoying the repetitive schlick it made. "Then just use the other hole, it's not like she doesn't have more."

Schlorp. LeBlanc yanked her pole backwards, another stopped up deluge of cum oozing out after her. Sitting back on her heels, she dragged Katarina up into her lap so that her pale breasts were pressed against Kat's back. The metal bindings felt like ice against her exposed nipples, making her shiver while goosebumps formed all over. Her cock bobbed in the air, lilting backwards to lay across Katarina's stomach, giving the woman a good view of just how far it would reach inside of her. All the way to her womb.

"Hmph, the whore's probably been fucked so much today, her cunt is probably even worse off than her ass," LeBlanc grumbled, reaching around her captive, fingers stroking her outer labia and toying with her folds.

"I..." Katarina rasped, her voice hoarse from the abuse her throat had just been put through.

"Oh?" Both LeBlancs paused, looking at their playtoy curiously.

"I'm going to..." Her eyes were screwed shut, doing her best not to react to LeBlanc's fingertips playing with her folds.

"Oh look, she's trying to speak! How cute!" The mage behind her cooed, teasing the girl's clit and rubbing it vigorously. "Going to what? Going to cum? Going to be a good little toy?"

Eyes glowering fiercely, Katarina stared straight up into the manic eyes of the LeBlanc in front of her, not even deigning a response to the one behind. "I'm going to fucking kill you. I'll rend th-Aack!" The chain tightened around Katarina's neck, interrupting her threat. The mage behind her pulled on the leash until she choked.

"Tsk tsk, naughty naughty Kat" LeBlanc scolded her. "Honestly, are you this rebellious with all of your rapists, or just me? I'd have figured we'd be past this by now."

The one in front narrowed her eyes angrily, before her lips cracked into a wide grin. "You know, even if her pussy is just a worn-out canyon, there's still a way we could make it nice and tight again." Crouching down, she slipped her hands between Kat's heels and her thighs, grabbing her by the ankles and lifting. In unison, both mages stood, hefting Katarina easily into the air between them.

"Oh? And what might that be?" LeBlanc's double asked, feigning ignorance, as she already suspected what the other had in mind. Great minds think alike afterall, especially when they're one and the same.

Katarina scowled, the two rapists fumbling about, positioning her higher between them, so that the LeBlanc behind could ease her down onto her waiting cock. Just as they had suspected, her shaft slid easily into Kat's sex, though in part this was because the assassin was utilizing every ounce of willpower and muscle control she possessed to make the experience as unsatisfying as possible. Then Katarina felt the second cock pushing against her slit, and panic set in.

"Oh! I just felt her squeeze!" LeBlanc cried exuberantly, a pleasant shudder running through her. "I think she likes this idea." Her twin's shaft pressed against hers, the thick, fleshy poles rubbing together.

"No! No, stop! What the hell are you doing?!" Katarina shrieked, trying to move, to buck, to thrash, to do anything at all, but the chains were as restrictive as they were tight. She was completely immobilized, save for her ability to give her hips a little twist, and that was hardly enough to stop the determined mage. "There's no way those are both going to fit!"

"Then we'll just have to make them fit." LeBlanc said, a dark undertone to her voice. Her fingers held her dick steady, squeezed firmly against her twin's. Her first two thrusts seemed to find no purchase, her shaft sliding upwards instead of in, but the magician wouldn't be deterred. Aiming it forward again, she slowly eased her hips forward, her cockhead parting Kat's lips to slide inside.

Immediately, the witch was treated to a sensation far tighter, squeezing her length so much harder than even her ass had. Katarina's tunnel was such a snug fit that she had to pause only a couple inches in to catch her breath and gather her strength. Surrounded on three sides by Kat's soft inner walls, they resisted and squeezed, pinning her shaft hard against her double's, so that the two cocks were grinding together inside. The one that was already inside just held her dick there, trying not to move too much, not until her twin had managed to join her. For the time being, she could simply enjoy the way that second dick scraped against hers, the hard, veiny slab of meat squishing against her own.

Katarina wailed in pain, her tunnel being forcibly stretched to accomodate the second intruder. Individually, LeBlanc wasn't quite as large as any of the other rapists she'd been forced to endure today, but combined their girth exceeded all others by a wide margin. Only Tristana could arguably have been considered wider, but the yordle's extreme growth hadn't occurred until after she'd dumped a load in Kat's love canal. With every inch she was forced to endure, her folds were spread further apart, her insides widening even while they were attempting to squeeze together.

LeBlanc hissed between clenched teeth. So incredibly tight... Such an unbelievably snug fit... Her and her double's stiff poles were being gripped too hard, pressed against one another so firmly. The undersides sliding against one another, smearing one another's cum all over each other's shafts and spreading it all throughout Katarina's passage, making it slippery enough to ease in even further still. Sadly, no matter how hard they tried, they would never fully bottom out within the girl's slit, at least not both at the same time. No matter how tightly they squeezed in together, squashing Katarina between them until their balls touched, there was simply not enough space to fit both inside. But they could come frighteningly close, just an inch each failing to make it all the way in.

"Stop, stooop! You're gonna split me in two!" Katarina howled, throwing her head back and foaming at the mouth.

"Oh goodie! Then there'd be one of you for each of us!" LeBlanc laughed, finally both reaching as deep as they would get. Each one stood on her toes, as if that tiny bit of added height would help them to thrust deeper into their shared cocksocket.

Katarina tried to scream again, but the twin mages paid her no more heed. They delighted in her agonized cries as they started to move. At first, there was no rhythm, no pattern to their movements, each simply taking what they could get. Their motions out of sync with one another, one would be thrusting upwards while the other was halfway out. Katarina's grip so tight around them that they were forced into going slowly while stretching her out. Their strained grunts and gasps of pleasure mingling with Kat's howls.

Their bodies were pressed so close to one another that Katarina could feel the other woman's breasts mashed against hers. LeBlanc's more modestly sized bosom pressing flat against her soft mounds, red and sore from the chains wrapped too tightly around their base. Sensitive nipples rubbed together, stiff little pebbles that ground each other down, eliciting little squeaks of joy from the mage. The other LeBlanc's pliant chest pillows kept heaving against her back, not quite able to feel them so prominently as they pressed into the chains. She didn't seem bothered at all by the cold steel that chilled her nerves, too focused on trying to squeeze what pleasure she could from Katarina's pussy.

Two sets of hands held Kat tightly, one at her waist and one on her thighs, pulling her down to greet their awkward, poorly timed thrusts. The domineering women gasped and clawed at her skin with their well-manicured nails, unconcerned what pain they caused in their pursuit of pleasure. Their faces wore masks of absolute bliss, while Katarina's was that of sheer agony, crying out for them to stop.

She could feel every vein that throbbed with blood grinding at her innards. The blunt mushroom tips pummeling her back to back like a pair of alternating battering rams. No matter how much it pained her though, she couldn't stop her body from reacting. Her juices started to flow, adding to the mix that already coated the two pistons pounding her. Thoughts immediately drifted to her encounter with Orianna, the psychotic robot drilling her until she couldn't distinguish between pleasure and pain anymore. Silently, she swore and cursed her. Her and every other vile creature that had taken her unwillingly throughout the day, breaking her down piece by piece... And despite being the only actual human to abuse her, LeBlanc was the most inhuman and vile of them all.

All of her assailants had used her, but the mage was the first one who truly seemed to view her as simply an object. A tool. A toy to be played with until she broke and then cast aside. It was her dark eyes that unnerved Katarina the most, never viewing her with anything less than absolute contempt, when she bothered to glance her way at all. Despite her being sandwiched between them and stuffed by their twin malehoods, the two mages seemed to just stare right through her, gazing longingly at their reflection. As though the only partner worthy of her love was herself, but would never deign the indignity of letting herself get fucked.

Katarina was just her proxy.

LeBlanc's magical endowment teased her double's. Thick cumveins were pressed together, sawing in and out of Katarina's gaping sex, her pussy squelching lewdly. The swollen crowns scraped one another's sensitive glans so that both rapists were moaning near-constantly, grinding their loins together within their shared fuckhole. They gasped and panted, peering at one another over Katarina's shoulder, tongues extended, leaning in to embrace in another passionate kiss. Their hands shifted, sliding over Katarina's thighs and jockeying for position like they were fighting over a piece of meat. Where their lips met, their tongues swirled around, wrestling with one another for the right to probe the other's mouth. Evenly matched as they were, it was a struggle that would go nowhere, the dainty pink organs swirling around, sliding overtop one another, sharing the occasional wet smack. Losing herself into the kiss, a little bit of her drool spilled down LeBlanc's chin, though from which one it was hard to tell. Each time they broke the liplock to gasp for air, stray strands of spit still tethered their tongues, keeping them connected until they were ready to resume.

A slight pang of jealousy struck Katarina, making her wince. Not that she wanted any affection from LeBlanc, but it was certainly a far more loving gesture than any she had received in a long time. Even if the quasi-incestual narcissism of the display sickened her to the core.

Their pace quickening, the two LeBlancs finally seemed to find a rhythm, their bucking hips falling in sync. One thrust in as the other was pulling out, deriving extra joy from the friction of them sliding past one another. Their alternating movements left Katarina filled constantly, never a moment when she didn't have a thick cock spearing her netherlips and splitting her insides.

Again she found herself digging nails into her palms, the pain a pleasant distraction from her current ordeal. How she longed to dig them into LeBlanc's flesh instead, but the chains kept her bound, inhibited. Her legs were numb from being awkwardly bent for so long. Each breath came as a wheezing gasp, the occasional tug of the leash cutting off her airflow.

Just as it seemed that Katarina was adjusting at last to the splitting pain of being double-teamed, one LeBlanc paused her hips for the briefest of moments. Only a second really, but in that second, the other mage pulled out as well, so that when she next thrust forward, they did so together. Their twin staffs lunging with equal speed and force, Katarina wailing anew as the double girth parted her vaginal walls wider, reaching almost to her cervix. Picking up the pace exactly where she left off, the twin sorceresses went from alternating to pounding her in unison, their balls clapping together.

"God... So tight... How did we never think of this before?" LeBlanc gasped. Her hands rose to Katarina's shoulders, pushing her down while the one behind worked to keep holding her up.

"Well, we never had such an eager slut before, did we?" The other seemed to purr, reaching for Katarina's ear with her teeth. Catching her lobe between them, she nibbled it a little bit, murmuring to her quietly. "Mnnff, that's right, you're our little whore, aren't you Katarina? Aren't yooouuu?"

Katarina detested the way she spoke to her, talking down to her like one would a child or an animal. "I will see you hung by your own entrails." She said with bared teeth.

"Oh my my, making threats now are we?" LeBlanc looked taken aback, a false expression of shock about her visage. "Oh dear, you'd better be nicer to me Kat. You wouldn't want to be raising a child all on your own, would you?"

The girl's eyes widened. "Wh-what the hell are you babbling about now?"

The LeBlanc in front cupped Katarina's cheeks in her palms, holding her head steady and forcing her to gaze into the sorceress's eyes. "Why, when I knock you up of course." She gave an exceptionally hard thrust, leaving Katarina feeling like she'd just been punched in the gut. "This wonnnderfullllll tool of mine..." She moaned, feeling her captive squeeze tighter. "...is remarkably effective."

"It's -Ngh!- just an illusion!" Katarina grunted, gritting her teeth. "Fake, just like everything else about you."

"Hmm, perhaps..." LeBlanc did her best to hold a neutral expression on her face, albeit one marred by sweat dripping from her brow and strands of dishevelled hair falling into her face. "But then, tell me Kat, does it FEEL fake?" The two mages thrust in together, pulling Katarina down hard onto their perfectly identical poles and making her scream. "I-I c-can assure yoooouuuu... It's juuuuust as potent and -Mnnnf!- virile as the real thing." LeBlanc shuddered and groaned, her and her clone plowing the girl's pussy, their shafts squeezed together tightly.

"Ngh! Y-you're lying!"

"Maybe... That is my specialty afterall." LeBlanc's smirk chilled Katarina's blood. "I guess we'll just have to wait eight months to find out!"

Thrusts picking up speed, Katarina bounced and shook in LeBlanc's hold. Both were still moving in perfect harmony, their bodies colliding with hers, bashing her pelvis between the two of them. The witch still held Kat's head in place, their gazes hanging on each other for several long moments. Then, slowly, LeBlanc's eyes started to waver. Her pupils seemed to twitch, starting to roll upwards. Her lips curled, morphing from a contemptuous smirk into a blissful, goofy grin. Katarina had no choice but to watch her spasming face, first with revulsion, then curiosity, and finally in terror, as realization dawned upon her. That expression... Oh god she was about to...!

"No, no no no! Stop!"

With a guttural moan of sheer delight, both LeBlanc's finally managed to squeeze in that final inch, their cocks meeting at the base as they finally sheathed their lengths entirely within Katarina's snatch. Their members twitched and throbbed, pulsating in tune with one another. The plump vein running along the underside swelled with its oncoming payload. The pressure they put on each other was nearly enough to block the flow, interrupting it only long enough that their cumshots came out staggered.

First one, then the other, both staffs let loose their magic-infused payloads. Each fired off within Katarina's poor, stretched tunnel, pumping thick, goopy wads of spunk that painted her inner walls white. Like a pair of fire hoses being let loose inside of her, spraying their seed throughout her core. Jets of semen lanced through the narrow opening to her cervix, carrying with them the possibility of virile, magical sperm on the hunt for her eggs.

The seconds dragged on so long they felt like minutes passing by, with Katarina crying out in hatred and disgust. Whether she wanted it or not, each 'partner' she'd had today had brought her to her peak along with them, but there was no enjoyment to be had by this. Her hatred for LeBlanc burned too hotly. The very thought of carrying her bastard child at all was enough to kill any hope of orgasm, even if she was confident that the witch was lying. At least, she hoped she was lying...

Hah, even if she wasn't, what were the odds that her seed would be the one to find purchase? After being taken so many times already today... Katarina cut herself off mid-thought, lest she jinx herself. What was intended as a comforting dismissal of LeBlanc's threat became the terrifying revelation that any number of foes could have ruined more than just her day.

LeBlanc was not bothered by any such thoughts. Her vision was a hazy white, her mouth agape in a silent cry of ecstasy. Across from her, her double was just as overwhelmed by bliss, her face a mirror image of the first's. It was several long moments, the two holding Katarina still between them as they filled her with their seed. Coming down off of her orgasmic high, the sorceress in front was the first to make a sound, leaning forward to gasp. She hadn't even been aware she'd been holding her breath, too overcome by pleasure to even breathe. Her chest heaved with each panting inhalation of air, mashing fiercely against Katarina's bust. Without skipping a beat, she leaned forward to kiss her twin again, twisting Katarina's head to the side and out of her way. The assassin scowled, forced to listen to the wet smacking of their lips, the sloppy swirling of their tongues right next to her ear, all while the last of their seed was emptied into her in weak spurts.

The flow of cum slowing to a trickle, LeBlanc exhaled a deep sigh through her nose. Pulling away from the kiss, she staggered backwards, looking winded and almost as dishevelled as Katarina herself. Her cock sliding free of Kat's folds, LeBlanc found herself struggling not to laugh at the schlooorp that accompanied it. The assassin's folds still gaped around her double's fleshpillar, unable to hold back the torrent of semen that flowed freely now. It seemed just one dick wasn't enough for Katarina, LeBlanc thought to herself, laughing and admiring her handiwork. Thick rivers of creamy sludge rolling down the other her's length in gooey clumps, drizzling down like syrup to splatter the ground, turning the dirt into muck.

Katarina was winded and exhausted, her energy drained from the ordeal. Certainly now it was over at least? Her eyes narrowed to slits, her body was urging her to just let them close all the way, to pass into unconsciousness. Maybe she would awaken to learn this was all just a horrible dream...

The vulgar schlicking of LeBlanc's cock made her stir. Forcing her eyes open, she watched the sorceress stroking her slimy shaft, the veiny staff just as hard as ever. Again, the illusory nature of her pole left her unperturbed by orgasm. Her alabaster skin glistened with sweat, and her chest was heaving, indicating that she wasn't quite the limitless fount of energy that Shyvana was, but she still had a fair amount more than Katarina's other attackers.

“I think...” The mage gasped, standing up straight and approaching her captive again. “I've got enough for one more go. How about you?”

“Get-get away from me...” Katarina groaned, arching her back.

“Shush, I wasn't talking to you.” LeBlanc waved dismissively. Grabbing hold of Katarina's ass, she tried to take some of the weight off of her clone, holding the girl steady so that the other could pry her messy cock from her constantly-drooling slit.

“Mnn, I think I've got another in me, but I think we ruined this hole.” The mage's double chuckled, letting her prick smack the sandwiched assassin's behind.

“Well then, how about we destroy the other one? What do you say Kat, think you can handle it?” LeBlanc smirked, her eyes taking on that manic, crazed look again. Already she was letting her dick slip between her buns, prodding her backdoor while the other one positioned herself to do the same.

“No, no! Get-Get the fuck away from me! Let me go!” Katarina thrashed and shrieked, twisting and struggling fiercely against her chains. Both LeBlancs simply laughed at her plight, while she screwed her eyes shut in frustration. She felt the tip of one of them kissing at her backdoor, still not even fully recovered from being left gaping before. Her hole still dripping semen, it popped into her backdoor easily, then was abruptly yanked back out.

“Shit shit shit, fuck, move!”

Katarina heard one of the LeBlanc's shout, and suddenly she was careening backwards. There was no one behind her to support her weight, as the mage released her and took off running. She opened her eyes, just in time to watch the one in front of her vanish in a puff of yellow smoke. The very air around her seemed to distort, and in a blur that mage was gone as well, leaving a bound and helpless Katarina falling to the ground.

“Ungh!” Grunting as her face hit the floor, Katarina managed to lift her head just in time to see what had spooked LeBlanc coming straight at her.

A violet ball of dark energy, sparkling eerily as it sailed through the air. It was moving fast, but not so fast that she couldn't have easily dodged it... If LeBlanc hadn't left her chained up that was. One last time, she cursed that indigo witch as the energy ball struck her. Quickly morphing and changing shape, it engulfed her in a disturbing black light, encasing her in a pillar of darkness that reached up into the sky, trapping her within.

Through the walls of darkness surrounding her, she could make out the world on the other side still, as if gazing through a dark but very thin curtain. She could make out the shape of two figures growing more and more distant, no doubt LeBlanc and her clone disappearing deeper into the forest.

Twisting her head in the other direction, she gazed in the direction the energy had come from, wondering about the source. Through the black light, she could vaguely see two figures approaching. Were they rescuers coming to put a halt to LeBlanc's treachery? Or new foes coming to take take advantage of her weakness?

Katarina already knew the answer even before she saw them. Afterall, her luck today would only allow for one option to be true.

“Well now, what have we here?” Katarina heard a feminine voice speaking to her, contempt dripping from her tongue.

The walls of her dark prison suddenly fell, and she was left staring up at the two figures. Now the darkness had faded, but the sunlight from above still cast shadows over their features. Though she couldn't quite make out their identities, she knew instantly that they were no allies of hers.

Afterall, there was nobody on her team with wings.

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Hey guys, remember when I used to write stuff?  Neither do I!

Assuming it doesn't take me 2 years to write another chapter again, when I upload chapter 6 I'd also like to conduct a poll as well.  I'd like to give as many people as possible the option to vote in the poll, but problematically, I post this story to multiple different communities.  I'm uncertain as to what the best method of conducting it would be.  Should I just conduct separate polls in each location I've uploaded the story to and accept that some people who are members in each community will get multiple votes?  Give one location preference and conduct the poll there?  Or use some kind of 3rd party solution?

Any suggestions or advice would be welcome.