BEWARE! THIS IS BOTH A MISCELLANEOUS CHAPTER AND A SEXY TIME COMBINED! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! IF YOU VALUE YOUR SOUL, YOU WILL TURN BACK AND WALK AWAY FROM THE MAWS OF FUJOSHI HELL!

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AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hello to all gays and fujoshis out there! I promised to deliver you Sexy Time and it kinda got derailed because I ran out of ideas. I finally managed to get my fantasies all together and brought out the big guns (I.E. I asked Jessica out for help). And so here we are now. In this Sexy Time, you'll be reading the naughty adventures of some male Champions. They might or might not have made their appearance in the story proper so this is kind of a spoiler (Sort of). Not necessarily in that order but you get the picture. Anyhoo, I really hope you enjoy this one and cheers! Love lots, Persephone.

P.S. All the stories therein either happened in the past or in the future! Maybe even behind the scenes of the present time, who knows? Don't get your hopes up, just your dicks! Hahaha!

P.P.S. If you find some things herein intense or offending, that's because I brought Jessica in. He brought the cavalry and, no, we're not apologizing for it. If you think this Sexy Time is kinda too disturbing or intense for your taste, this is what happens if two perverts combine power.

P.P.P.S. All these stories are parts of a series so there's more to come from these little naughty adventures. Others might just be a two-piece while others might go as far as five-pieces. Anyway, just enjoy it!

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Martel licked his lips when a cloaked stranger walked into the Hanged Man in a cold, rainy night. The bartender knew this stranger well. This wouldn't be the first time the hooded man would walk in here to be one of the few customers for the night and it wouldn't be the first time Martel would service this man either. The man settled on his place in a dark and quiet spot, away from the monotonous drone of the remaining patrons. The wind and rain outside was howling, battering against the ancient wood of the old Ionian structure. No one actually paid attention to the things that was about to happen. Most patrons this time of night were either snoring or half-conscious, to busy being miserable to bother anyone. Martel went over and retrieved a tall beer glass and filled it up with their house specialty brew: the Desolate Ionian. Pretty pricey if you asked Martel but this stranger was well worth it. Martel didn't even have to look around to know that no one was paying attention to them or the stranger. Everyone was busy talking about that High Priest from somewhere. Rumors say that this High Priest would be presiding over the Ionian Courts. He didn't really care much for the politics.

He strode over to the stranger's table, snuffing out a lone candle that stood nearby. Only the muted light of the lantern lit the stranger's table and it wasn't very much. "You haven't dropped by for a long time, stranger." Martel said. He put the beerglass in front of the man. The man grunted. Martel smiled and his hand wandered to the man's crotch. There was no resistance. The bartender began kneading the man's crotch, feeling the man's balls and penis in the garment underneath. "This isn't my usual." the man commented as he looked at the pricey beverage. "Sort of a welcome-back gift." Martel said, patting the man's crotch hard. The violent twitching of the organ beneath warmed Martel's hand. He leaned and his lips dove at the man's lips. Again, there was no resistance so Martel kissed him as he pleased. His hands went down and unfastened the man's lower garment. Martel sighed as he saw the penis of the man finally come to sight. It was huge and so was the man's testicles. "These look like they haven't been drained for a while." Martel said. The man didn't respond. He only reached for the beerglass and downed his drink. "Not bad." the man commented. Martel chuckled.

He marveled at the size of the man's balls. They were as big as ripe oranges and weighed a lot. Martel could imagine the amount of man-juice they contained. Martel kneeled and pulled the man's undergarments down. He was already bare-chested anyway, proudly displaying that honed musculature and only a heavily-stylized warplate and wanderer's cloak to cover it. "Isn't it a bit too early to do that? You haven't even let me finish my drink." the man said, though he offered no resistance. "I missed it." Martel said. The man shrugged and scooted down on his seat until his ass hung in the air and his legs were spread wide, his manhood all for Martel to use. Not wanting to wait any further, Martel engulfed the man's soft penis. Not even hard yet, it had a respectable length and width. The man continued to drink even as Martel bobbed his head up and down the growing shaft. His hands groped and squeezed the man's balls like he would a harlot's breast. Alternating between a rough, hard squeeze and a slow, milking squeeze, Martel felt satisfaction when the man's breathing changed.

He was turning him on. He let the man-meat slide from his hungry lips and he suckled on the purple head like a babe from his mother's breast. The sound of Martel's lascivious suckling filled their part of the tavern but there was no one to listen to the lustful lullaby. The man's breathing was harsher now. His hips was moving unwillingly and he was sweating. Martel smiled. He let go of his prize and laid gentle kisses along the shaft. The man's manhood rose thirteen inches with a width of a water bottle. Martel pushed his face between the man's massive balls and inhaled his scent. It smelled of the outdoors and male potency. His hand came up and wanked the weeping cock slowly but mercilessly. A moan escaped the man's lips and Martel put the cock back into his mouth again. He took a deep breath and slid the monster penis down his throat. This time, the man lost it. His hips bucked up as he slaked his lust. He mindlessly drove in and out his cock from Martel's mouth, moaning like a beast in heat. Martel's hand went up, over the man's gorgeous abdomen and groped the bulging pectorals. He pinched the man's nipples, twisting and squeezing with gusto.

The man's body trembled as Martel raped his cock. His precum was flowing like a goddamn river. It tasted of pent-up sexual prowess. It was extra thicker than Martel remembered it. "I'm about to-" the main whispered then he groaned, his eyes rolling. His cocked twitched violently in Martel's throat and the best part came. The man's cock spouted cum in thick, sizable ribbons. It poured like the hard rain outside and into Martel's thirsty throat. The man's cum was delicious as always, thicker as he thought earlier and the musk was stronger. Two minutes later, Martel's stomach was full of thick man-seed and the bartender smiled as he let the spewing cock from his mouth. His hands aggressively the still-cumming man's cock and let the precious semen spill unto the floor. The smell of the man's seed immediately filled the air. Martel sucked the spouting cock back to his mouth and suckled. It took the man fifteen goddamn minutes to finish cumming.

Martel looked up at the man. He was still busy introducing air to his lungs, a slight smile on his face, his eyes still dazed. He basking in the afterglow. Martel shakily stood up. He came in his pants too. The wet spot was very evident. "I'll bring the second round in a minute." he whispered, caressing the man's massive penis. "Sure." the stranger replied in a haggard voice. Martel gave the cock in his hand a hard squeeze before walking away, smiling like a cat.

He remembered clearly the day the stranger walked into his life. That was four months ago...

It had been a quiet night, with just a few customers in the bar, all of whom too drunk to give any trouble. Martel walked out of the tavern's backdoor, carrying two small sacks filled with garbage. It was another boring day. Martel distracted himself by thinking of his new home. He bought a small piece of land and built a nice house on it. It had a small pond nearby and Martel was working on planting a garden there so he could save up on his food expenses. Yep, life was looking good. Imagine Martel's surprise when he saw a stranger in the shadows of the stable, minding his own business and drinking from his bamboo flask. "Hey, stranger, you know there's room inside, right?" Martel called. The man just raised his hand. Even from the shadows, Martel could make up the muscular torso of the man. Man, he looked like his muscles were hewn from rock. Martel felt his lust ablaze. He grinned. The stranger looked a bit down on his luck and Martel was feeling lucky tonight.

Martel walked back to the tavern and its sleepy occupants. Nothing happens in this rural part of Ionia. Most of their customers were miners and travelers who were usually too tired or downtrodden to make any trouble. Besides, he knew a bit of magic. Martel took two bottles of Ionian Revel, placed them on the table. He clapped his hands quietly but firmly and called upon his Mana. He summoned three Imps. These flying, fire-throwing creatures made for Martel's favorite Summons. They were efficient, lasted for hours and cost reasonable Mana for Martel. He gave the Imps orders to clean and maintain order in the tavern and left. He opened the backdoor again and saw that the stranger was still there, staring into nowhere. He walked towards the stranger. He saw the stranger had a sword and his hand was poised on the hilt in case it was an enemy. "I'm a friend." Martel said easily. He tossed one bottle at the swordsman and he caught it deftly. "What's this for?" asked the man. Gods, he had a gravelly baritone. It was sexy. "Nothing. I just wanted to share. Here's another bottle if you want it." Martel said, handing the stranger the other bottle.

"I've got nothing for you." the man said. "You look lonely. I could use some company." Martel said. He hoped that the encounter would lead to something. Martel would give anything in the world to see the man naked and worship his body. Gods, his torso was more beautiful closer. "Cold night. Watcha doin' out here all alone?" Martel asked. The man shrugged. "Just didn't want any company." he said. He raised his bottle to Martel in a toast and drunk heavily. Martel whistled in response. The man looked up and stared for a moment. His gaze went down. They remained that way for three hours, not talking, just keeping each other company. Martel was a little disappointed that nothing happened but he felt better. When his Imps timed out, Martel said good night to the stranger and went inside. Each night, the stranger did return to rest at the stables. Each night, Martel came over, handed him a drink and they talked of whatever came to mind. Over the course of a month, he learned a great deal about the man. He was quiet and usually kept to himself. He also looked tired and haunted.

Then the stranger disappeared for a week or so. A month passed and the stranger hasn't appeared even once and Martel thought he moved on. On the second night of the third last day of the month, Martel had hoped the stranger would return. His hopes weren't in vain. When Martel stepped out again to throw the trash, the stranger was waiting in the stables again, sitting in the lone corner, drinking from his flask. Martel's heart gave an all-mighty lurch. The man looked Martel's way and gave a friendly nod. Martel smiled and waved his way. He felt like he just won the lotto. "You showed up." Martel said. The man nodded. "I was hoping for another free drink." the man said. Martel chuckled. The man stopped him before he could walk back inside. "I feel pretty bad bumming free drinks from you every time..." he said. Martel looked back and smiled. "Nothing to it." he said. "Is there anything I could do to make us even?" the man said tentatively. Martel chuckled. "Why don't you strip and wait for me by the stables?" he said jokingly and went back inside. Martel shook his head. He busied himself with the cleaning of the glasses and mugs then retrieved a Red Lotus from the icebox. He walked back outside and went to the stables. His jaw dropped to the ground. The man stood there patiently, naked as the day he was born.

"By darkfire, why are you naked?!" Martel exclaimed as he came closer. The man shrugged. "You said so." he drawled. He picked up his clothes and began putting in back. "On second thought, stay like that." Martel said hastily. The man stopped and gave him a look. He shrugged his shoulders and stood up again. Martel handed him his drink and the man took it easily. Seeing how intense Martel's gaze was on his body, the man made an offering that nearly made Martel faint. "You can touch if you want." he said. Martel's head went swimming. "Whoa. You're pretty confident, huh?" he said. He stood in front of the stranger's body and his hands went exploring. Gods, the man's muscles were incredibly developed. Though he looked older, his physique was far superior, like one of the warriors who dedicated themselves to their martial art. The stranger's muscles were hard as a rock, the plains of his stomach bulged with a prominent six-pack washboard abs and his pectorals were gorgeous and tempting, his nipples perky and sensitive. Martel's pinched the man's nipples, squeezing and pulling slowly but roughly. The man's body swayed as Martel toyed with the nipples. Finally, the man settled his back on the wooden plank behind him and thrust his torso out.

Martel leaned down and flicked his tongue on the man's abdomen, tracing between his jutting abs. The man's body swayed temptingly. He lovingly kissed each of swell of the abs, suckling and kissing until the stranger's abdomen shone brightly in the pale moonlight with his saliva. "Sorry. I got carried away." Martel said. The man just shrugged. "Help yourself." he said, still taking a swig with his drink. Emboldened, Martel reached and caressed the man's penis. It was so long and thick even though it was still soft. He hoisted it and nearly came. It was so heavy. He felt the man's balls. They were heavy with seed. Big as an orange. These poor things have been neglected. They need someone to milk them good. Fortunately, Martel was feeling generous that night. "When was the last time you released?" Martel asked. The man shrugged. "It's been a long time." he simply said. "This is amazing. How long can you last a night?" Martel asked. The man shrugged again. "Pretty long enough." he said, smiling slightly. Martel ran his tongue along the fat shaft, causing the man's hips to jerk involuntarily. Martel began French kissing the man's cockhead, making out with the slit. It began weeping thick white precum. It was the thickest precum Martel had ever seen. So white it looked luminous in the pale moonlight.

Martel opened his mouth and he felt the stranger's stomach muscles tense. The moment Martel slid the purple cockhead into his mouth, the stranger's body shook and the cock in his mouth twitched wildly. The man's cock barfed up cum in Martel's mouth. Only the bartender's superior swallowing skills let him keep the hosing of the cock in his mouth. Holy shit. He counted a dozen violent gushes then lost count. Martel's eyes rolled as he let the man's flavor and musk overwhelm his senses. Even after his orgasm subsided, the man's cock continued to jerk and twitch, feeding Martel smaller amounts of man-seed. "That was fast." Martel commented, grinning slyly at the man. The stranger looked away, blushing. "Just do it again. I'll last longer this time." he muttered. Martel smiled. He jerked the still-hard cock in his hand. Up, down, up, down, up, down, squeezing and yanking in different directions until the man's cock was twitching violently, slapping against his perfect abdomen and raining precum everywhere. "You mean I can have a go at this again?" he said, marveling at the man's sexual potency. The man grunted. "Payment for the drinks." he said, his voice ragged and harsh. "Let's work on a deal." Martel smiled. He swallowed the man's dick again.

Martel smiled as he remembered. It was so clear. The stranger would walk into the pub again, get a free drink and get his dick sucked repeatedly. The stranger was pretty open to his advances. He let him play with his body to his heart's content and Martel really played it. How many blowjobs and handjobs did he give the stranger? Almost more than he ever gave in two years. In just several weeks.

He walked back to the stranger's table with another drink. He saw that the man had gone naked, his clothes sitting in a mess on the floor. He looked up and gave a toast. His other hand was nursing his hard cock. "Wanna have another go?" he offered. Martel looked thoughtful for a moment. He placed the man's drinks on the table and straddled his lap. One hand wrapped around the massive penis and lazily stroked it, the other hand wandered the muscular chest. Martel leaned and lightly kissed the man's lips. "Okay." the stranger replied. He pressed his mouth on Martel's lips and they kissed, their tongues battling for supremacy. Martel caressed the man's face, feeling the rough facial hair shadow. He dropped his hands as they continued kissing. He wrapped both palms around the massive cock, feeling sinfully delighted that both his hands couldn't contain its width. He began a furious milking motion and the stranger surprised him by raising his hips and fucking into his hands. Martel's hands was completely covered by the man's thick juices. "Milk me, milk me, yeah." the stranger whispered into Martel's ears before capturing his mouth again.

Martel felt the man's breath change and so was his. Both felt the lust soar through the roof and Martel came in his pants for the first time in the night. The hunk, however, was still far off. Martel dutifully and lovingly jerked that fat stalk, precum turning into a lubricant that made it more pleasurable for the stranger. He got off from the man's lap but his hand worked furiously. Martel eyed the empty beer glass. He took the glass, the stranger looked at him through lust-crazed eyes. Martel grinned and positioned the man's mushroom-shaped cockhead into the glass opening. Martel's wanked mercilessly and the man's hips rose from the chair, urgently thrusting into his hand. The man saw where his captor wanted his seed and his rolled, body shivering with sinful excitement. His cock exploded as snow-white semen spat from the flaring tip.

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Martel lost count after that. He marveled at the amount of spunk this massive man-meat could produce. His urethra almost looked damaged with how hard he came, how hard and voluminous his load from the tiny circle. It only took six loads to fill up the glass. The others were wasted to the floor. "That was amazing." Martel whispered to the man's ear. The stranger's dick twitched in appreciation. "Thanks." the man rasped. He grinned at Martel, looking at the full glass of semen in his hands. "Drink it." he ordered. Martel grinned and raised the glass to his lips. The man took his dick in his hands again and worked it, grinning cockily as Martel drunk his spunk heartily. "There!" Martel said proudly. He swallowed every last drop. "Come here and get your second serving." the man said huskily. Martel knelt to the floor and took the massive organ into his mouth again. The second he did, thick, hot seed spilled into his eager mouth. He sucked all of it like a child from his mother's breast. He suckled lovingly on the cock. The man stood up and fucked his mouth, thrusting deep into his throat mercilessly.

He fucked while he came, grunting and groaning quietly, shaking uncontrollably. He ecstatically fucked Martel's throat while the helpless bartender's hands roamed the man's sculpted body. He touched and caressed the man's hairy legs, his rock-hard abs, his perfect pecs and shoulders, his bulging biceps. Martel cupped his bubble butt and squeezed them. Martel's throat hurt and he correctly thought his face was turning purple. The man gave a mighty groan and unleashed his man-cum into the bartender's throat. Martel struggled to swallow it but he couldn't. The man's semen spilled through his nose and some through the thin gaps of his mouth and Martel came in his pants. Then the man pulled his mighty penis from Martel's abused throat. He grinned down at the bartender. "You look so cute like that." he said quietly, a small grin in his face. Martel watched as the man collected his clothes and began putting them on again. "I'll be back tomorrow. Save up a room for us. I'm gonna have that ass. No drinks needed." the stranger said. Martel's eyes rolled at the sudden confession and he came again.

"What's your name, stranger?" Martel asked, his voice quivering with lust and wanton sexual desire. "Yasuo." the man said and walked out the door.

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WITH OTHERS…

Ezreal traveled down the well-known path to the Humble Cottage Inn in the quaint district of hidden Old Piltover. This was actually a secluded place, far away from the sights of normal tourists and even the oldest families of Piltover. You have to be a real Piltover thrill-seeker to track this down. A confusing web of magic guarded it and other failsafes that would make even the most experienced lost. But Ezreal is Piltover's archaeology star. Locating the place was no problem to him. Of course, he kept his identity a secret. He wore a sleeveless hoodie that showed off his muscular arms, a mask that covered most of his face and an enchanted necklace that covered his real identity in a series of confusing illusions. His jeans was nicely fitting but the one thing that caught the attention of those he passed by was the bulge in his pants. It was huge, true, and looked like it really needed release, kept twitching in its small confines. Ezreal was so horny he didn't stop people from coping a feel.

One little man, whose face looked remarkably like a fox, at the hexporter went as far as to pull down his fly and pull his dick out. Ezreal let him play with his huge dick for several minutes before he roughly forced the man on his knees and buried his monster penis down the man's throat, pounding it mercilessly in feral lust. He had his first roaring orgasm but he still felt horny. It was all about Adriel again. This was the day! Addy should never have tried on that maid apron and told him to meet him at that place. It drove him crazy. He almost leapt on Adriel then and there. At long last, Ezreal was gonna dynamite Addy's quarry.

Though nobody really knew about it, Ezreal was a beast in bed with a near-bottomless sexual stamina and incredible lasting power. Lux was usually game when it came to their sexual activities but there were times that the Demacian light mage would be really scared of Ezreal's dominance. Though he didn't have a particular fetish, Ezreal was turned on by little sexual games and he would devolve into a total beast with only the urge to mate and fuck again and again. Lux has had firsthand experience with Ezreal's sexual rampage. They would go from making love to total rape in seconds. Lux would usually be forced to accommodate his manhood again and again until she was sore for a week but she would orgasm whether she liked it or not while it ensued. Pleas to stop only turned Ezreal on further. He fucked faster and harder until Lux's pain turned into perverse pleasure and a total rerun of things would inevitably happen again the next night. If Lux's future boyfriend would find her vagina too distended, Ezreal's dick was to blame, did a good job of wrecking it completely.

Perhaps the biggest effect of their breakup was the sudden absence of sexual release for the explorer. He was used to doing it at least seven times a day. It was to expend the pent-up energy he usually expended through exploration and putting himself in harm's general way. The fact that Adriel was affecting him so much without the High Priest knowing. Sometimes Ezreal wondered if Adriel did that on purpose. But he did it anyhow. He wooed Adriel and their relationship turned to that of lovers slash bestfriends. The thought of Adriel in that maid costume made Ezreal's dick twitch again. He swore under his breath. He made a swift turn to a dark and tight alley. No one came to this place. This is usually where hoodlums gathered but they didn't gather around this time. It's the night you've got to watch out for. Ezreal slumped against the wall, his head almost dizzy with lust. He rubbed his aching dick. Shit! He was so close. He opened his fly and let out his raging member. Despite his lean frame, Ezreal's dick was a sight to behold. No one would expect the star explorer would be carrying around a weapon of such length and width and masculine power. Twelve inches long and thick as a little kid's wrist, snaked with engorged veins, and topped with a mushroom head the size of a child's fist, it was unbelievable. And the Prodigal Explorer's balls were as big as ripe oranges. "Addy!" Ezreal moaned, almost like a plea and a prayer.

He closed his eyes and groaned, his hands stroking his member furiously. He began to reminisce. It all started when he watched that really awesome Earth zombie show, how despite being so sleepy he conveyed his want for Adriel and then the evening he shared his first kiss with Addy. Ezreal grinned, his cock twitched and one of his famous mini-orgasm happened. His fat babymaker stiffened and spat globs of pearly-white semen. It was voluminous but is actually a pittance compared to the real thing. He remembered how their tongues danced, how his hands immediately cupped Addy's cute bubble-butt and, to his delight, how Addy's first inclination was to feel his package. It was so amazing that Ezreal came on the spot and how Addy was stunned at the mess on the floor he made. He and Addy shared the same bed that night, making out and touching each other. That was also the first time Addy gave him a handjob and it was AMAZING! Just remembering it filled Ezreal with excitement. He groaned and watched with sly grin as his dick quivered and gushed like a fireman's hose downing a fire. He lost count how many minutes passed by as he continued to ejaculate. All he knew is that he just beat his own record of thirty-six wads. Eyes glazed, tongue lolling and breathing hard, Ezreal basked in the glory of his afterglow. He stared at the wall opposite him and snickered. It looked like someone threw a can of white paint all over it. He zipped up his still-hard boner and walked out of the alley, which is now filled with the alluring musk of his man-juice.

He slid back to the stream of people walking. The relative shadows of the setting sun gave him all the privacy he needed for that little fun. Ezreal grinned as he continued walking. He was really looking forward to the sexy time he and Addy were gonna share tonight. He was the nearing one of the ten magical entrances to Old Piltover. This one was a magically-hidden alley that would transport him to his destination. Ezreal had to be careful if he was being followed or else the passage won't let him through. Mentally calculating the distance, he swiveled into an unknown dark alley and prepared for the dizzying effect that would spirit him away to Old Piltover. It didn't happen. Ezreal closed his eyes and sighed loudly. He turned and confronted his stalker. He was more than ready to blast him apart. No one really knew it but Ezreal could kill anyone without batting an eye. Ezreal's eyes widened when he saw the person who followed him. His mouth gaped under his mask. It was the little man from the hexporter. The stunned Ezreal watched as the fox-faced little man walk over to him and unceremoniously fondled his groin. To Ezreal's disgust, his dick felt happy and excited at the attention. "You did that little show back there for me, right? You looked gorgeous playing with your dick right there." the man said. Ezreal recoiled inwardly at what he said. SHIT! How many times already did his dick get him into trouble?! Ezreal didn't say anything as the man knelt and kissed his crotch, nuzzling his head and smelling his musk like it was the best high around.

The haze was coming back. Ezreal's fucklust was coming back up. His hips began moving, thrusting his eager cock into the face of this eager desperate man. Judging from his looks, Ezreal could see this man was a born usurper, someone who dealt with business with heartless ruthlessness. It'll be a miracle if his friends, false or true, could be counted with one hand. He had time to kill, Ezreal thought. Adriel won't be there until noon tomorrow anyway. Why not help himself to an eager mouth? "Pull that cock out." Ezreal barked, smirking. The man whimpered and quivered with excitement. Now here's a stud who's not disgusted by his touch or looks. The man nuzzled his face into the thin fabric and opened the zipper with his teeth. Ezreal hissed. Shit. This guy is seriously kinky. He fished out Ezreal's cock and captured the cockhead with a master's skill. SHIT! Ezreal groaned and slid his hand through the man's hair. It was so greasy he almost regretted it. He watched the guy make love with his piss-slit, lots of tongue and lips. Then Ezreal's hand came up to the guy's neck and forced his cock down the stranger's willing throat. Ezreal pumped mercilessly, rhythmically pulling all the way until the tip of his dick sat snugly between the guy's lips then plunge again. He couldn't care less if the guy would die of asphyxiation. He wanted his lust sated and he sure as hell didn't invite this bozo around. "You like that, whore?" Ezreal said, his voice hoarse and heavy. The little man squeaked as much as he could. Ezreal grinned as he felt the man's tongue dance son his length. The lewd sounds of the blowjob filled the dark alley. Ezreal looked down and saw that the guy also had his dick out and was furiously working it. He grinned. "Did I say you could do that?" he barked as he pulled his cock out completely from the man's mouth.

The little guy whined as he followed Ezreal's dick, trying to recapture that formidable organ. Ezreal wagged his dick, like a snake charmer before a snake, and watched as the man followed the weeping dick. "Who the hell said you can jerk off?" Ezreal said. The man whimpered and shook his head. "Let's get things straight here, bitch. My needs come first and yours don't matter to me. I'm letting a sorry fuck like you worship me. That's all there is to it and if I walk away here with your needs unmet, I don't give a damn. Copy?" Ezreal snarled. The man whimpered again but he nodded. Ezreal grinned as he watched the man meekly pressed a gentle kiss on his cockhead. He kissed it again and looked up worshipfully at Ezreal. He kissed the blonde's cockhead again and tentatively gave it a long lick. "That's a good fuckface." Ezreal said. He roughly grabbed the man's hair, ignoring his protest of pain and rammed his dick down the unsuspecting throat. He couldn't believe the guy was letting him get away with it. Not that Ezreal didn't know the advantages and power that came with powerful endowments such as his. Anytime he needed a ride or food, he'd just flash his penis at them and tell them they can suck it in exchange for their services. Man…

How many tough guys turned bitches overnight? 100/100. "SWALLOW!" Ezreal bellowed as he came. A torrent of semen blasted directly into the man's stomach and the explorer held the guy's face down, his face buried in Ezreal's groin. The guy didn't resist. His meek hands came up and gently squeezed Ezreal's balls. He swallowed again and again, massaging Ezreal's dick and coaxing more thick man-juice from the formidable cock. Only when the man's face turned purple did Ezreal let him up. The guy fell on fours and fought against retching the precious semen Ezreal graciously gifted him. Ezreal grinned as the man looked up quickly, bravely sucked the twitching cock back into his mouth and drink the man-milk. "That's a good fuckface. You learn quickly." Ezreal said. The guy squealed in delight. Ezreal grinned as he patted himself mentally. He beat his new record again but he was more impressed with this guy's devotion. He persevered to swallow all forty wads hungrily while still furiously wanking the explorer's dick for more. Twenty more minutes before Ezreal's orgasm finally subsided. The man was still on his knees, making love to the huge cock with his hands and with his mouth. "Not bad for a fuckface." Ezreal muttered. The guy beamed. He was wet and slick with the explorer's semen, the ones he couldn't manage to swallow. It was all over his face.

Ezreal would've loved to fuck this guy to death right here but he remembered something. The only times sex felt so fulfilling, intense and wholesome was when he did it with Adriel. Having this guy worship him stroked his inner alpha male but it wasn't enough for him. He'd been playing for the little leagues but the big prize was right before him. Ezreal pushed off the man from his dick and zipped up. The man's eyes widened and he whined like a hurt puppy. "Don't do that. You look even more pathetic than you already are. Get the fuck outta here but this isn't the last time. You better be prepared. Imma train you to be my sex slave. You got that, fuckface?" Ezreal hissed, roughly cupping the man's face with one hand. The guy almost burst into tears. He nodded fervently. "Now get outta here before I change my mind." Ezreal said. The guy nodded and ran off. "How will I know we'll meet again?" the guy asked as he turned back in uncertainty. "I'll find you, fuckface." Ezreal sneered. The guy ran again. As the exited the dark alley, he turned around. No one was there. It was as if the stud of his dreams was nothing more but a whimsical delusion. His sore throat told him otherwise.

TBC…

WITH ADRIEL…

So here I am, as Leo, stuck in a magic tent that's buried underneath God knows how many feet of snow in the middle of the Freljordian nowhere. That's not even the best part, I'm stuck with a ever-horny explorer who lives like a slob and absolutely no compulsion to clean up. We've been planning to explore our 5th underground ruins when the untimely and ungodly Freljordian weather decided it was a good time for one of its month-long blizzard. How ever do these Freljordians survive here?

Each of the eight sides of the tent could be opened to reveal a mini-expansion. Well, my magical backpack does give me what I need, it aims for comfort but not luxury. The main area is where we sleep. The north flap opens to a mini-kitchen and pantry, the south flap, which is also the opening, opens to the bathroom and toilet, the west flap opens to a storage compartment for our luggage, wardrobes and a mini-office, the east flap opens to a mini-entertainment center. There's some added bonuses, of course, so I won't get insane from dealing with Ezreal. I had this added when I got wind of spending more than five months with him. The northwest flap opens to a mile-wide scenic garden complete with a fruit and vegetable garden, small water bodies and small animals, the northeast flap opens to a mini-library, the southwest flap opens to a mini-mall, the northwest flap opens to a VR gaming room.

Yeah, you know what? Forget what I said about luxury. This is as luxurious as it gets. And right now Ezreal was trailing water all over the pillows and blankets as he exited the bathroom. "EZREAL!" I barked angrily. He poked his head into the kitchen where I'm doing horrific experiments on French fries. He grinned lazily and posed as sexily as he could by the flap doorway. He licked his bulging biceps slowly while looking at me with smoldering intensity, wagging his hips to show off his horse-hung dick. I rolled my eyes at the display but I did blush a little. He laughed and launched himself towards me, hugging me tightly from behind and nibbling my earlobe suggestively. "I missed you." he whispered to my ears. "Really? I didn't even know I was away." I said as I lifted the golden French fries from the boiling oil. I tasted one and found it good enough. "Here." I said as I passed it to him. He snapped it from my hands, taking his time to lick and suck at my fingers. "Apple?" he asked. I nodded then blushed. I felt Ezreal's hard-on on my butt. "You're hard again?" I asked weakly. The blonde grinned and rubbed his excited dick between Adriel's buttcheeks.

"What can I say? You know how to keep me hard and ready." he whispered seductively. I purred as he lowered his lips to mine and we began kissing frantically, out tongues dancing in a now familiar mating ritual. He bent down a little, his hands came between my legs and lifted me off the floor, spreading my legs for his delicious invasion. My hands came around his neck and we kissed again. His huge member snaked between my buttcheeks to cuddle against my own hard-on. Precum was pouring like a stream from Ezreal's penis, drenching my own cock in his eager love-juice. "Ez…" I purred in anticipation. Ezreal grinned and nuzzled my hair. His cockhead clipped between my butt and settled on my well-used entrance. There was no resistance on my part and his cock slipped warmly into my folds, filling me with that familiar warmth and content. I moaned his name and I felt Ezreal quiver inside me.

He carried me effortlessly, juggling my legs even as his hips reached in a grand fucking motion that made sex with Ezreal incredibly exciting. The blonde's a bottomless well of sexual stamina. The width and length of his cock was splitting me again, filling me with this liquid warmth that made me crave for more. I chanted his name as I bounced on his cock and I know soon the pleasure will stop and the real action begins. I had my first roaring orgasm, clinging to him in a death-grip and mashing my mouth against his. Ezreal was pretty much lost, his eyes were glazed, nothing human remained except for a feral animalistic desire to breed. I laid kisses all over his face and he didn't see it, too busy fucking. Sweat was pouring off him like crazy. I had another orgasm before the pleasure slowly and surely turned into pain. He won't stop fucking until he came. But I know of a way to bring him close to it. I reached to his ears and purred in the silkiest, most sexiest voice I could muster. "Gimme me your baby, Ez! Get me preggy!"I whispered to his ears. It did the trick. Intelligence came back to the explorer's eyes and he roared as he achieved his orgasm.

Torrents of baby-making man-cum painfully shot inside me, hammering my insides like bullets. I groaned and came again as the sinful feeling welled up inside me. Ezreal's legs gave up beneath him and we collapsed to the floor. Both of us panting, we grinned foolishly at each other, enjoying the feeling of the explorer's cock still cumming and flooding my insides. We kissed lovingly and slowly, my hands coming down to play with Ezreal's nipples as his hands slowly lifted me up and down his still-hard cock. "Gods, Addy, you drive me crazy!" he said, grinning. "Same here, kid." I said back. I kissed him again. I pulled out his cock, it came out with a loud plop, and felt the river of Ezreal's cum pouring down to the floor. "You made a mess again." I teased. "Great. I just came from the bath." Ezreal groaned as he felt the growing puddle. He swiped his own cum from the floor and flicked it across my face, laughing. "You ass!" I yelled at him. He laughed and carried me princess-like to the bed area. That's when I realized he wanted more. "Ez, I just had these washed!" I protested. He laid me on the strewn pillows, gave me a quick peck on the lips, raised my legs and slid inside me again. I groaned as he slid deliciously into me again. He threw back his head, closed his eyes and smiled as he slid into me again.

I knew this was what we call the "lovemaking". The thing back there? We call it "breeding". Oh, yeah, Ezreal spends so much time having sex that he comes up with names for them. He has seven more names for sexual intercourse phases, sex techniques and sexplays. If Ezreal fans only know how much a nymphomaniac their Prodigal Explorer is, they won't be caught dead using him (Although I have a sneaking suspicion they'd be delighted instead). This is the part that I really love. Ezreal begins to take care of my needs. He starts with this really slow deliberate thrust, enough to delight my body and keep me warm. His strong hands (Have I ever told you he has strong hands?) moved up my back, massaging my backside with expert pressure and movement. I literally purred, louder than ever, feeling my head float as pleasurable sensations assaulted me. He slid his lips about my face, kissing with extraordinary tenderness. He looks into my eyes as I squirm with pleasure beneath him, not even noticing the fact that I just climaxed. His azure eyes bores into my soul, I can only see "me" in them. He wants me to know this was for me, not for him or his desires.

His lithe body dances between us, pulling all the way back until his cockhead nestles against my stretched hole, then he slides it back gloriously all the way to the root. I moaned his name and Ezreal's eyes flared. He smiled down on me and bent to nibble at my lips. "I love you, Addy." he said, thrusting extra-deep. His hands cupped my head and he brought our lips together. His thrusts came harder and faster. He was close and my hips rose to meet those thrusts. Our wanton desire for each other overcame our senses. We moaned together as the pressure built and then the carnal explosion. We groaned as we achieved the euphoric height, our eyes never leaving each other, even as our bodies connected. I felt my already full insides expand again as Ezreal's prodigious cum filled me again. He laughed at my bulging stomach. "There! You're pregnant with my baby!" he snickered and kissed me tenderly. I think somewhere in there, Ezreal meant what he said. I think he's fallen for me enough to fantasize me having his baby. I can tell, you know. Doesn't take a genius to find it out, though most people are too distracted to take notice.

He pulled out his dick from my battered ass, snickering as a flood of white immediately followed after. It pooled into the floor and the smell of Ezreal's manly musk filled the air. His still-hard twitching dick looked like it was dipped in white paint. I kissed him again this time, with as much tenderness as I've ever kissed him.

"Happy Birthday, Ez!" I whispered to him. He smiled, looking giddy and blushing like a schoolboy. "You remembered!" he said, eyes softening ever so dangerously. "And I have a gift for you." I said as I stood up, sighing as my foot touched the messy puddle of semen on the floor. Ezreal grinned apologetically. I walked over to the magical wardrobe. This is one of Leo's magics, specifically the Cosplayer's Wardrobe. Basically, it's like the Existences' ability to manifest the powers, memories, characteristics, possessions and all other abilities of the concepts they embody. It's like LARPing but oh-so-real-100%-genuine-can't-tell-the-difference-from-the-real-thing thing. I've made it so that Cosplayer's Wardrobe isn't something godlike but it's strong enough on its own, stong enough to allow me to defend myself competently. I have here the Mantle of Sylvanas Windrunner that when I wear it, it lets me turn into the Banshee Queen, mostly taken from Warcraft 3, letting me use the Dark Ranger's abilities and summon Banshees, Undead excursions and possessed lieutenants. Anyhoo, that's the gist of it. I could have Kratos from God of War, if my personality didn't make me lean on magical and ranged combat to begin with. Anyhoo, this is one of my latest creations. The Mantle of Echidna, mother of all monsters. I need a Typhon for this to work. With a Typhon, an Echidna can birth all manners of monstrosities. Ezreal did say he wanted me to get pregnant with his child.

I sound like an ass, right? This is just an experiment for me but this is something else for him. Echidna's mantle consists of so many jewelries on my person but Typhon's consist of only one ring. "Whoa. That's gaudy." Ezreal said as he observed me, wiping the mess on the floor with one of his shirts. He stopped, mouth agape, as he realized my body had turned to that of a woman's. "Addy…" he said, half-pleading, half- reverent. "Well, you did say something." I said, feeling incredibly awkward. I went to him, feeling a more than a little foolish. I looked at him in the eye and resolved to tell him. "I thought this would be a great birthday present. Echidna lends me a woman's body for the purpose of birthing things." I said to him. His eyes widened even as his strong hand gently caressed my belly. His eyes look wet or am I dreaming things? "You're the best, Addy." he said. He pushed me back down and wasted no time at all. But instead of doing me all over again, he turned me over. "This is a special service." he said playfully. His hands roamed over my back with a firmness and expertise that made me purr again. He was massaging me.

And, yes, this is how he tells me we're nowhere near finished with our little lovemaking.

TBC…

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THIS WILL BE A LONG ONE…

RELEVANT PLOT INCLUDED…

Toad has always had a miserable life. He was born to a mother and father who sold him first chance they got. He was born with a mutant deformation. He was born without any talents or special skills. He always attracted bullies who seemed to love picking on him. At least Linda tolerated having him around. The middle-aged woman owned and managed a dilapidated inn outside Alvertown, a small mining town near the outskirts of Demacia. She gave him a small allowance every now and then and taught Toad to cook and brew good fare. But she didn't show Toad any kind of affection. She treated him the way an employer would a good employee. Toad didn't hate her for it. He was rather thankful she wasn't adding up to the people making his life a living hell.

You see Toad was born with what people call a Toadkin Ailment. It's a magical defection that has several kinds of effects but common are their eyes are inhuman, gills on sides of their necks, their tongues strangely longer and moderately prehensile, their perspiration is more like oil than water, their teeth jagged and shaped like a piranha's and retractable, having webbed hands and feet, able to hold their breaths longer, breathe underwater and could jump longer distances. Had he been in a better place, Toad would be treated better but his luck was just as rotten as his life. Now he found himself and his heavy basket trudging back to the inn where he worked, all the way from buying supplies at the capital market, enduring the callous remark of insensitive folk and having to put up with the rain that's threatening to put down any moment now in the darkening sky fast approaching night. Toad wanted to see the cathedral and ask for a little miracle from the holy hosts there but he was summarily intimidated by the supposed faithful. Toad wanted to say things to the womanizer noble who laughed him away. Maybe he was lucky he held back his tongue. He might have ended up in a cold cell. But Toad a wonderful secret, a secret that he shared with an honored guest who dropped by in the inn. Linda sure picked the right time to travel and spend several weeks at Blue Port. It was four nights ago that a stranger arrived at the dilapidated inn. Toad tried to turn him away, determined to have this time to himself, but he couldn't speak when the stranger's cloak fell away. It was the Demacian knight-captain and leader of the Dauntless Vanguard, Garen Crownguard himself!

Toad apologized to no end, telling the captain that the inn was not fit for someone like him. Well, the Lonely Hut really is old and badly in need of repair. Gods know where Linda spends all the inn's income anyway. But the captain just laughed it off and paid 20 gold coins for his stay (It was a small treasure already). If Linda was here, she would jump at the chance. She'd have Toad clean the VIP suite and harass him to no end. In fairness, Toad himself was amazed with how great his work was. The VIP suite would pass for something homely. Linda would be away for a month and two weeks so Toad had the entire place to himself. And to Toad's delight, the captain gave him a tip of 20 gold. He nearly fainted at that. That amount would allow him to buy the things he could only dream of. There was a mega-sale at the bazaar and Underside merchants participated in it too. Toad managed to buy a Little Witch magic set.

It was a set of enchanted wand, broomstick and witch hat. The wand and hat combined is capable of casting four fancy spells: a spell that could create glowing constructs for an hour, a spell that can give commonplace objects temporary life and minor magic for ten hours, a spell that can levitate anything he could lift for two hours and a spell that can summon an enchanted hovel from the preexisting choices for twenty-four hours. The broomstick could fly and move about 3 ft. off the ground, capable of carrying up 300 kilograms and move at a jog's speed. It wasn't much but Toad looked forward to playing it in his free time. It was one of the many amazing things from New Adriel finding its way to Demacian markets. Toad saw many things he wanted to buy there but he only had 2 gold coins to spare. He decided to splurge a bit and bought assorted vegetables, fruits and meats he could use to cook up a thank-you meal for the captain. It was all worth it. He woke up around 4:00 in the morning and walked all the way to Vinvinsel Town and rode the stagecoach to the capital. Toad wanted to unwrap the Little Witch and get all these over with but he didn't want to spoil his own surprise and feared that maybe someone who see him and spread the rumors around.

The last thing he needed everyone to know that he was gay. That's when the rain fell. Cursing under his breath, Toad ran as fast as his webbed feet would allow him. The rain soaked the ground and the unpaved road turned into a lake in a matter of minutes. Toad continued with his ordeal until he heard the sounds of horse hooves. He looked back and his eyes widened. It was a massive black warhorse, Demacian purebreds known for their great stamina, courage and loyalty. And Toad knew there was only one person who could own such a prize steed.

The warhorse stopped as it nearly passed by Toad. "Toad?" came the strong baritone of the rider. Toad tried to look up as meekly as he could. "Captain! Good evening!" he said with genuine enthusiasm. "What are you doing in this weather? Come on!" Garen said as he dismounted. "No, it's okay, captain! I can manage!" Toad said hastily. "Don't be shy!" Garen said with a booming laugh. He lifted Toad up effortlessly and the kid blushed. He felt the powerful horse beneath him, felt its great strength and prayed it wouldn't throw him off. "Here. Hold this for a moment." Garen said as he gave Toad the large basket. Garen leapt up and mounted the steed in one quick move. And he was behind Toad. "Are you okay with the basket?" he asked. Toad could only stammer. He watched in amazement as Garen took something from underneath his cloak. It was a crystalline orb glowing faint orange. He closed his eyes for a second and the orb glowed brightly for a moment. Toad watched as the basket rose into the air, encase within a faint transparent sphere. "The Helper Orb. Adriel gave it to me himself." Garen said proudly when he noticed Toad's intent gaze. "Whoa!" Toad said. "And as for you." Garen said. Toad blushed again as the captain lifted him and settled him backwards, his back to the horse's head and his face to the captain's massive chest. "Hold on, lad!" Garen said as he started the horse again. Toad squeaked as the mighty beast rose and started to gallop again at a fast pace. The momentum sent Toad ramming against Garen's chest and his hands caressed the knight's rock-hard belly. "Forgive, lad. Tonight's storm is a bitch!" he said. Toad looked up when he heard the captain swear. Garen looked down on him and winked. The captain was wearing one of those again…

Toad like them, those shirts. They were made from a thin material Toad didn't know, were color black and clung like a second skin. Once he saw Garen wear one of them, he cried that they were indecent and the captain laughed it off. Toad blushed as he settled his head on Garen's chest, feeling this strong amazing man's heartbeat. Every time the horse took a mighty leap, Toad's face would slide deliciously between Garen's iron pectorals and his hands would wander over the prominent abs. Toad sighed as he indulged in the sinful sensation. He wondered if he could cope a feel of the knight's package, see if his weapon is as impressive as the rest of him. "I can't believe this." Garen said. "Huh?" Toad asked, freezing up and looking up at Garen. "I think we're lost." the knight said. Toad slid his hands over Garen's pecs, pushed off to look around. The storm was battering them and it was near zero visibility. "I think we're close by the cemetery." Toad said, pointing to the old arch in the distance. Garen saw it too and nodded. "What now? The road's a goddamn lost cause." Garen said, looking at the lake that's practically a river now. Toad remembered his Little Witch. He blushed but he did remember reading something from the ghost pamphlet that came with it. "I have a solution, captain." Toad squeaked. Garen looked down on the kid and smiled. "You do? Why didn't you say so earlier?" he said. Toad blushed and looked away. "Promise you won't make fun of me?" he said. Garen smiled and patted the boy's wet hair. "Never." he said. Toad smiled and tried to slide off the horse. This caused the beast to buckle at the motion and Toad slid off and fell into a puddle. Garen came down on him and pulled him up. Toad's face could cook an egg with its hotness. He went quiet and took from his floating basket the Little Witch. He opened it, careful not to be seen by the captain and looked at the ghost pamphlet. Yep, there is one here, eight actually. Toad was always scared of cemeteries for some unknown reason. He always felt something calling to him from there.

He summoned all his courage and put on the hat and wand. "Wixie Waxie Tanny Poo Preeti Marki Winny Woo!" he chanted aloud and immediately felt stupid. Hearing the Garen's barking laugh made him feel worse. A ring of mushrooms appeared on the ground before Toad. Garen came up to him, looking as though he was fighting the urge to laugh hard. "I'm sorry, lad! I don't mean any offense but that toy is the last thing I thought you would have." he said, chuckling heartily.

Toad blushed. "Let's step inside." he said. Garen grinned at him and held out a hand. Toad smiled and took it, feeling the iron strength of the fingers closing on his own hand. Man, boy and horse stepped into the mushroom circle and disappeared out of sight. Toad had chosen the Heaven Cottage and it was a summoned magical dwelling in a secluded place. Of course, Toad didn't realize the secluded place meant high above the clouds. They were transported into four suspended islands above the clouds. Toad shrieked and clung unto Garen. The captain laughed and patted him on the back. That's when Toad noticed where his hands were, one was grabbing the captain's shirt and the other one grabbed the captain's crotch. Toad blushed and was about to remove his hand when Garen's hand came on top of his and squeezed soothingly. Toad blushed, removed the hand over the crotch, and looked up to apologize.

"The height can be scary but it's okay. You got me. Better hold onto something big and strong." Garen said, winking down on him. Toad looked up blankly, hardly daring to believe. Garen grinned and took the kid's hand. He held it open and rubbed it over his crotch. Toad blushed and watched as Garen rub his hand over his soaked crotch. Toad felt the length and thickness of the dormant beast and gave a tentative squeeze. Garen's hand came off and he watched as the kid rub his crotch earnestly. He traced the knight's penis and took a deep breath, continually rubbing. "Feeling safe now?" Garen asked in a husky voice. Toad looked up at him, his face red and nodded. Garen smiled and nodded. "Let's go." he said. The island they were in now was the second biggest of the four and looked like a flower garden. Luminous plant life, insects, birds and fairies provided soft light to the entire island. Rope bridges connected the islands. The flower garden island had a rope bridge connecting to the vegetable garden island, which had two rope bridges connecting to the barn island and the house island. The house island was the biggest of them all and it looked splendid. Garen held Toad close, whose fear completely left him as he massaged Garen's crotch.

They walked into the rope bridge and found it strong and unwavering. They passed by the vegetable garden, which also had a cow and its pen and three chickens with their own house. Garen bid his horse to stay for a moment and led Toad and the floating basket to the house. It was impressive. The stone stairs wind over a great tree that sheltered the house on a wayward small hill behind it. The tree itself had separate treehouse on its branches and a fountain at its base. Two brooks flowed around the house island like a mini-river and fell off to the edge of the island. Halfway up the stairs, they were treated to a hot spring that was big enough for six persons. Garen whistled in approval. The Little Witch as designed personally by Adriel himself, a mixture of delights for children and children at heart. He led Toad to the door, letting the child feel him up for a minute. Garen chuckled and pried Toad's hand off his bulging crotch. "I'll put King up for the night. I hope you have food because I'm famished!" he said, winking down on the lad. Toad nodded, his face red and dreamy. He nuzzled his face into Garen's crotch, inhaled his thick manly scent. He took the floating basket and opened the door. "I'll cook up something!" Toad said, smiling proudly. Garen grinned and he watched the lad struggle with the heavy basket, very determined to please him. Garen smiled to himself as he retraced his steps. Toad would make a great kitten. Garen found himself the perfect kitten.

Toad face blushed with equal parts humiliation and desire. What the hell happened back there? Was it all a delicious sinful dream or did that really happen? The dormant formidable weapon between Garen's legs made Toad's legs weak. It was all Toad to could do to stop himself from tearing the knight-captain's clothes off his body and feasting on it. As he dumped minced garlic, onions and tomatoes into the stew, Toad knew he would never forget this moment until the day he died. He absently began chopping sausages and pieces of exquisite meat. Beside the steaming pot was another one. It was filled with fragrant Ionian rice, to accompany the stew as a nourishing meal together.

Thirty minutes later, Toad heard the main door open and felt a jolt of pleasure as he felt the echoing footsteps of the giant man. He smelled Garen's musk long before he poked his head into the kitchen. "What's cooking? It smells great!" the captain said. He approached the stove, quite so near Toad. Toad looked up to see that the captain had taken off his shirt, proudly boasting his splendid torso. Toad nearly died from a heart attack when he saw it. "Captain!" he said, trying to sound indignant. Garen chuckled heartily and ruffled the boy's hair. Garen marveled how soft it was, almost as soft as Adriel's hair splayed all over his chest after a steamy bout of lovemaking. He smirked further when the boy buried his face on Garen's crotch, taking a deep breath of his musk. Garen chuckled and nuzzled his crotch closer. "Don't worry, lad. We will have time for that later." he said. Toad froze and then jerked back. He looked up with eyes brimming with tears and looked as if he was damned to hell. "Forgive me, sire, please forgive me! Forgive me for taking advantage of your kindness!" he said. Garen looked at him. What an earnest child. He boomed with laughter that had Toad gaping up at him. The knight smiled down on him.

"It's okay, lad. I find you very endearing." he said. Toad blushed and looked down. And by look down, I meant face-to-face with the knight's crotch. "Touch it." Garen said gently. Toad looked up, daring to believe. "Go ahead." Garen said. Toad blushed but his hands did come up. His hands tried to cup the bulge between Garen's legs, squeezing and sizing. Garen smiled and closed his eyes. "Can I see it?" came Toad's quiet plea. Garen smiled and he leaned against the wall. "Sure, lad. Help yourself." he said huskily. Toad stepped forward and his shaking hands slowly undid Garen's belt. He struggled with it but managed to pull it off. He reached for the button and slid it open. Toad gulped as he watched droplets of sweat cascade down the knight-captain's well-defined proud abdominal muscles. Unable to resist, Toad leaned in and stuck his tongue unto the warm skin, licking off a few drops. It tasted a bit salty but it was 100% manly. He looked up to see Garen grinning down on him. Gingerly, Toad pulled down the zipper and pulled Garen's pants, letting them fall into the floor. His eyes widened.

THAT CAN'T BE HIS DICK…

But it was. It was a huge weapon, the thing between the captain's legs. "Holy shit!" Toad couldn't help yelling even as his hands marveled at the length and thickness of the penis inches away from his face. It was a little heavy and an indescribable sensation suddenly filled Toad. Oh, Gods, no… Garen smirked. The kid just came from seeing his dick. He watched as Toad poked and prodded, tracing the strong veins that ran across his cock's length, hefted his massive testicles. His earnest touch had Garen hard and Toad looked on in amazement as the dick rose to its impressive fourteen-inch majesty. It was an angry monster demanding to be appeased to Toad's thinking. Without even thinking, Toad leaned in and began slobbering all over the length, no longer caring if the knight-captain would be pleased or not. The penis he pleasured was covered in spit in no time, droplets falling into a pool on the floor. Garen shifted and Toad's eyes suddenly flew open. He feared the captain was going to make him stop. He looked up and saw that Garen had taken over making sure the food wasn't going to burn. His other hand fisted around Toad's hair and impatiently dragged his face across the massive twitching dick. Toad got the point and he used his hand to wank the big cock wildly while his other hand squeezed and pulled the knight's huge balls as his tongue swirled mercilessly the weeping cockhead. It was pure lust that had Toad slipping the huge cockhead into his suckling mouth and sucked as he would from his mother's breast. Above him, Garen winced and panted. He was close to cumming. He spotted a earthenware pitcher and smiled.

He shifted as he reached out for it, careful not to scare away the worshipful mouth around his cock. He groaned as Toad caught the right spot and his massive body quivered with lust. He tapped on the side of Toad's face and smiled down on him. The lad watched as Garen gave him the pitcher and told him to keep it up. Toad watched in amazement and awe as Garen positioned his cock at the pitcher's top and began masturbating intensely. His muscles looked so pronounced as he labored for breath and sweat dribbled sexily down his outrageous body. With a massive groan, Garen came. Toad's eyes widened as spouts of white shot from the tip of Garen's cock, making an audible sound as it hit the bottom of the pitcher. Toad gaped as the pitcher steadily got full. By the time the captain finished cumming, the pitcher was overflowing with his semen and the musk was getting into Toad's head. Toad quivered, not realizing he came again. He put the pitcher aside and went over to the captain. He took the still-weeping cock into his mouth and suckled lovingly, making Garen groan as he swept his hand over Toad's hair. His tasted manly, the texture of his semen was strong and thick, the aroma heady and addicting. He pulled the still-hard cock from his mouth and kissed all over it, letting the captain know how much he worshipped it. Garen grinned down at the lad and turned off the stove. The food was more than ready anyway and Garen suspected they wouldn't do much eating.

Garen completely took off his clothes and gathered them up. "I think I'll be using the bath now." he said over his shoulders. He gave Toad a come-hither look that had the lad stumbling after him. Toad drooled at the sight of the knight's muscular butt. Gods, every part of him looked like it was hewn from rock. He followed the hunk to the deck, which offered a spectacular view of the clouds and expanse of the sky. Garen picked a rattan chair and sat down comfortably. He grinned at Toad and spread his legs, his massive cock bobbing hungrily. "Come on, lad. Your job's not yet done." he said teasingly. Toad nearly fainted as he rushed forward and fell to his knees. He washed the man's massive manhood with his tongue, coating it with a healthy dose of saliva until it looked like it was dipped in transparent coat. Garen's cock rewarded him with a glob of precum, almost as thick as his ejaculation. The knight's head was lain back, a contended grin on his face, loving every moment Toad lavished his penis. It didn't take long before Toad swallowed that huge penis into his throat.

Garen moaned, body quivering and his hips bucked as his dick went deeper down the boy's throat. Garen shivered with pleasure the boy swallowed effortlessly, causing his throat contractions to massage his penis. Garen yelped and bucked his hips. He grabbed Toad's head and began frantically fucking, his eyes glazed with wanton lust. The lewd sounds of Garen's dick ramming in and out of Toad's throat dominated the silent night. Garen groaned as Toad swallowed his cock again and again, the pleasure tightening his cock almost driving him to the edge. "LAD!" Garen roared as he unloaded. He tried to pull out to let the boy breathe but Toad grabbed his muscular butt and swallowed as blast after blast of delicious Demacian semen slid down his throat. The contractions around his cock made Garen scream with pleasure, his fists white as he grabbed the chair for dear life. It coaxed more cum from his huge balls and the pleasure almost made him pass out. Garen grinned absently as he felt the lad's curious hands wander his torso, caressing admiringly at his iron-like abs, his equally solid pectorals, before returning to tease his swollen balls. Toad let go the still-convulsing cock off his mouth, smiling and kissing it lovingly.

"You did amazing, lad." Garen said, quite out of breath. "You're delicious, sire!" Toad said, teasing the sensitive penis with his tongue. The organ quivered in anticipation. "How much more do you have?" Toad asked, lightly squeezing Garen's balls, which caused the knight to wince. "There's more than enough for the whole night in there." he said smugly. He laughed when Toad sucked him back into his mouth. He pushed the boy back and smiled down on him. "You can do me again in the bath." he said, winking naughtily. Toad grinned back.

TBC…

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WITH OTHERS…

It was raining hard as an unexpected downpour washed over the port town of Va'al'gis. Despite its small size, this town had witnessed some of the bloodiest parts of Ionia's history. Five civil wars, the Noxian Pacification campaign, two Harrowings and at least twenty-four pirate raids. True to its name's meaning, Va'al'gis stood firm and fast. It never gave in. It was a sleepy town for the most part while Ionia's at peace. The sun was setting but you couldn't tell over this darkening gloom everywhere. Va'al'gis has been under this cloud of rain for two weeks now. Shen waited patiently under the poor shelter of rotting plywood over his head. The said plywood belonged to the building behind him, which is closed down and condemned and should've been put down ages ago. There wasn't much Shen had to do ever since Adriel gave him that very special and very powerful ring. The various creatures of the ring are properly enforcing his role as the Eye of Twilight.

That didn't mean he got to sit by the sidelines though. In fact, the creatures only managed to take away a moderate portion of the work. He just came from destroying a necromancer nest residing in a nearby underground cave network. If it not had been for him, Va'al'gis could've been turned into a ghost town three weeks later. For some strange reason, the spirit world was restless and brimming with activity. Necromantic cults were at an all-time high in activity. Looking around, Shen didn't mind sleeping on the streets. He's been trained to thrive with the minimum amount of resources. Besides, there are only two inns in Va'al'gis and both of them are full. Still, Shen sighed. The food he bought would spoil in his wet sack. Shen thought about his master now. He's been teasing Adriel mercilessly several months ago but the tables have changed. Perhaps because he had little human contact, Shen craved Adriel's touch. The way they touched his rugged, scarred body, the way they kiss his hard flesh and iron muscles, the way Adriel's soft lips kissed his most intimate places, the way their lips and tongues joined in a sensuous dance, Shen craved it all. Adriel was preparing Shen to mate with him. Shen was more than ready to sexually unite with his master but he feared something else. He admitted that he feared his training would interfere. What if he couldn't get it up? Adriel always praised how big and manly it was. That made Shen proud. But what if his manhood refused to cooperate?

So Shen trained himself. He would sleep late at night, touching himself and thinking dirty thoughts. Fantasies about Adriel would arose him but he could get it up only at half-mast. Shen lamented the fact. Adriel would be sorely disappointed. Shen realized one night his darkest fantasy. It was total submission. As he lay on his futon bed, wanking his half-mast boner, and thinking of how he let Adriel touch him as he pleased. He envisioned kinkier things than that and what fantasy came inside his head made his dick rise in all its aroused glory. He loved Adriel's touch but what about letting other people touch him as they pleased while he simply stood there and let them? It aroused Shen and terrified him at the same time. He didn't like to be treated like a common whore but it also made him curious endlessly.

Fantasies of being bound or any similar helpless state while people defiled his body, used his manhood to slake their own lust, would make Shen lay in bed at night, very much awake and unable to sleep. He felt weak and powerful the same time, scared and excited all the same. He also became aware of the stares people threw his way and their unspoken admiration and wanton lust. That was two months ago and that two months had been highly fateful to Shen but he was more than ready to finally be Adriel's...

Shen's musing was cut when he felt a gentle tug at his cloak. He looked down to see a street rat looking up at him. "Do you wish for company tonight, sire?" said the boy. Immediately, Shen's heartfelt pity but it only lasted for seconds before the Eye of Twilight erased it. He was much too young to be selling his flesh for a few copper coins. Shen knew about Adriel's child, the Beggar Queen, a powerful spirit he made to attend to the poor and the helpless. It was working around the world but Adriel felt that since Ionia would be part of his diocese soon, the Beggar Queen could focus somewhere else. "Are you not too much young for that, lad?" Shen asked. The boy looked at him curiously. "It does not bring food to the table, sire, and the little ones could use some bread in their bellies." the child replied. Shen's eyes narrowed. This child, much too young, had seen so much of the harshness of the world. Shen dug into his pockets, withdrew ten gold coins, and gave it to the child.

The boy looked at him, gawking. "S-s-s-sire?" the small voice came as a tremble. "Take it and buy food for yourself and your friends." Shen said. One of the things Adriel had managed to rub off on him is material over-generosity. The boy still blinked up at him. He stood there frozen on the spot. "Go." came the order backed with iron authority. The boy snapped out of it and dashed off, a big smile lighting his face. Shen sighed. The war with Noxus had changed Ionians for the better and also for the worse. His people were once kind, generous and looked out for each other, treating a wound on another as if to themselves. Now, we're like everywhere else, fearful to the point of paranoia, careless and insensitive to the suffering of others, looking away in the face of abuse and exploitation, Shen thought grimly. Once Adriel sits upon the Shrine of Twelve Flames, many things in Ionia would change. Little would dare challenge him, what with the combined might of the ninja clans and the samurai cadre at his back, not to mention Adriel's divine backing. Yes, many good things will happen to Ionia. But, obviously, Adriel's enemies would become their enemies too.

The Fallen One, Ainz Ooal Gown, the very man who assumed control of the necromantic cults, would be one of them. Shen felt the tug at his cloak again and looked down. He didn't need to see to know who it was. It was the child again. He came back thirty minutes later. His eyes were bright, his body aquiver with gratitude. He beamed widely at the ninja. "Many thanks to you, sire, many, many thanks!" he said. "It is fine. Have you brought food for all of you?" Shen asked. The boy nodded. "Many food, sire! Not just food! We have bought many tents as well!" said the boy. "Tents?" Shen asked. When did this lad buy such a thing? "Yes, sire! There is this wondrous machine in the town square that has all kinds of these things. It is not popular with the strict folk but it is quite used by us!" the lad said. Aaahhh… One of Adriel's Mall-In-A-Machine found its way here as well. The Duchess Karma must be behind it. "We have given it one gold and it have us all this food and things! Please, sire, you must allow us to thank you!" insisted the boy. He took Shen's hand and dragged him as hard as he could. Of course, being an exemplary specimen of muscles and disciplines, he could only hope to do so. Shen allowed the boy to take him. Shen watched silently as they moved, weaved actually, through the rickety half-rotten alleys in the forgotten docks area. They came to where the old warehouses were. Shen looked and saw that a light came from one of these warehouses. They entered the old building and Shen thought it was a miracle this thing is still standing on its own.

Inside was a small tent city forming a half-circle around a merry fire. Children ran around, eyes wide with wonder and happiness, from tent to tent, earnest in their inspection. Teenagers sifted through a huge mound of things that Shen was sure weren't there before. One of these children spotted Shen and his escort and cried out. They found Shen and they turned into a tide of weeping gratitude. Shen waved them aside and started to the fire. He unloaded his sack and took out is contents. He knew the contents of these items, the things the children bought. These were from the Happy Camper series. This bonfire was one of them, merely a set of enchanted stones that produced fire when arranged in a circle. He asked for some of the things he could use to cook and the children obeyed. He was their savior in their eyes. Shen began to unceremoniously cook the meats he had with him. Rubbing salt, pepper and dragon's pod all over it, Shen used his own sword to cut it into pieces, stuck them into sticks and cast it over the fire. The children watched in awe as this man prepare food for them. He had a heart of gold, more compassionate than any Ionian they've met before. "Dry your tears. Food is ready in a few minutes." Shen's voice said. The quiet was deafening. "Come and eat." Shen said again after fifteen minutes.

By that time, the aroma of the food was pervading the warehouse and little mouths were watering. The children came forward and meekly took the barbecue. There was more than enough to fill each belly. Shen retired to a farther shadowy corner and watched as the children took their fill, looking as if it's the first time they've been happy in days. "Thank you, sire." a small voice said. Shen noticed the boy who came to him now sat beside him. He was looking at the ninja through tear-stained eyes. "Pay it no mind." Shen said. He guessed he was so engrossed watching the orphans that he didn't sense the boy sitting down beside him. "Would you like some, sire? I took some for you. You are not eating yourself." the boy said. He offered Shen a barbecue stick and the ninja took it. Shen noticed how the boy observed him as he ate. "Have you been having a rough time?" the ninja asked. "It is hard for orphans, sire. Not too many people are kind these days." the child said. "Your name, child?" Shen asked. The boy looked at him and smiled. "Rowan, sire." the boy said. "How of you are there?" Shen asked.

"Thirty, sire. It was hard but we never lost one of our own. We went hungry but at least no one died. There are only sixteen of us left. The others found jobs and homes somewhere. Most left this town, sought for the cities. I hope they're happy and fed wherever they are." Rowan said. Shen sighed. He opened his sack again and took out a strip of paper. Rowan watched as Shen closed his eyes and the paper in his hand fold into a bird. It flapped its wings and rose into the air, glided so fast and gracefully, and was immediately out of sight. "What was that for, sire?" Rowan asked. Shen glanced at him and nodded. "A message to a friend who can help you." he said. The two fell into silence as they watched the others. The rain poured in but gentler compared to the downpour a while ago. The pair watched as the children marveled over their new clothes, tent and other stuff. Shen felt a little calm knowing that the Beggar Queen would be deployed here by tomorrow.

"Sire, come with me for a moment." Rowan said after some time. Shen looked at him. "Just a moment, sire." he said. Shen humored him and rose from the damp plank he was sitting on. With the broken roof over them, Shen knew that this place could get very cold at night. At least the bonfire will help them from freezing in the night. Rowan pulled at Shen's hand into a darker part of the docks. That's when he saw Rowan conjure two candle flames that lit their path. It didn't put out from the rain. "You are a mage." Shen said. Rowan looked at him and smiled. "Yes, sire. I hope you do not mind." he said. "No, it is fine. I am surprised, is all. With your magic, you could have found yourself a work or a patron." Shen said. He heard Rowan sigh bitterly. "My magic is weak, sire. No good for anything other than impressing a crowd with magic tricks." Rowan said. Shen fell silent.

With formal training, Rowan can still enthrall crowds with beautiful illusions. Gods know Ionians could use the laughter and sense of wonder nowadays. "Here, sire." Rowan said as he lead Shen to a large gaping hole in the planks. He watched as Rowan jumped down and disappeared from sight, a candelight following him. Shen poked his head down the hole and saw that a rock formation made for an excellent, if slippery, makeshift stairs. He slid down and found the rock wet and a little slippery. The waters below the docks wove up and down as far as the candle's light allowed but Shen did see a line of old wooden shipping containers floating in the water, shaped in a line that led to a large boat. "Sire?" called Rowan from the dim light ahead. "I am here." Shen called back. He gingerly stepped on one of the large floating wooden boxes and found it steady. He took his first step and found what he was stepping on was safe. Shen continued walking on the makeshift path towards the ruined gondola. It had hit a rock hidden in the shallow water. It caused it to sink but the water was shallow enough that the rock kept the gondola above it. It was Rowan's little heaven. Three gray pillows and a tattered blanket formed a bed while some of Rowan's things sat on the far edge. Glowing illusory spheres and candle flames provided light. "It is safe here, sire, and more comfortable. It is a lot cooler here than up here. The dock was built on top of shallow water and bedrock." Rowan said. Shen stepped into the gondola and Rowan stood up to help him lower his sack and swords.

"Why did you bring me here, Rowan?" Shen asked, though he knew the answer himself. Rowan lifted the cloth of the hakama that covered Shen's crotch and wordlessly fondled the weapon within. "Rowan, childdd…" Shen said uncertainly. "Do not fear, sire. I am quite experienced." Rowan said, smiling at him. "That's not what I'm concerned about!" Shen thought. The boy stepped back and looked up at his customer. He was such an exemplary man and Rowan would service him tonight. "Could you take off your clothes, sire?" he said. He watched mesmerized as the man removed his clothes. He had seen many well-built men, some of them customers of his, but this was the first time Rowan saw someone as built as Shen. He had the body of a god, cast in stone and perfectly sculpted. Shen took it all off, standing there naked and wearing only his ninja tabi. Rowan's eyes zeroed in on the serpent between Shen's legs and the massive set of testicles that came with it.

Rowan's formed into an "O" and he looked at the ninja with newfound respect. On his knees, he moved over to the naked ninja and buried his nose under the man's large balls. Even his musk was manly. Rowan tentatively stuck his tongue out and teased the massive cockhead still in its sheath. It was delicious, Rowan thought, and then he couldn't resist engulfing the head. It barely fit into his mouth. It couldn't possibly fit through his mouth but Rowan was determined to pleasure this baby-making monster. He heard the man groan, his head thrust back, eyes closed with pleasure as the sensations of the boy's tongue made his cock so happy. This was going to be a long night and Shen wanted to cum until dawn. Shen felt small hands knead his full testicles and sighed with contentment. Shen's hand traveled to lay on the boy's head and ruffle his hair. "Let us have some fun." his voice came out as a husky whisper. Rowan slipped the drenched cockhead away from his lips and smiled up at the ninja, doing a corkscrew motion to the monster penis with his hands.

Rowan smiled as a tensed look came over the ninja's face. It was working. H usually used this move for his customers who he didn't like servicing so they'll get over it quickly. But this man was different. Rowan wanted him to cum quick. He wanted to taste this hunk's seed. Rowan's eyes widened as he beheld the 16-inch-monster that bobbed hypnotically up and down before him, took in the heavy testicles that rose and fell with each of the ninja's breath and the sinful definition of his prominent stomach muscles with each labored breath. He was beautiful, truly a perfect male specimen. That's when Rowan lost his control. He slurped the huge cockhead into his mouth, delighting at the amazing flavors of the warrior's precum while his hands frantically moved up and down in a fast-paced milking motion. Shen groaned, his mucles tensing and flexing as the boy's hands did amazing wonders to Shen's senses. He collapsed panting to the rickety floor, eyes glazed and cock spouting precum in fat spurts. His hips rocked back and forth as he fucked the boy's hands.

Shen's eyes widened and he bit his lips hard, drawing blood. A minute later, Rowan got the shock of his life. The massive tool in his hands quivered in his hands, wagged left and right so strongly, and erupted the whitest and biggest burst of man-seed and spilled to the planks and the bed setting. This was followed up by more of equally big and equally strong spurts of thick semen with such a strong manly musk that made Rowan's head spin with desire. He snatched the man's spurting cockhead and swallowed it, eliciting a gasp from Shen, who couldn't believe the boy could stretch his jaw to accommodate his large mushroom-shaped head. Rowan's mouth was flooded that instant, filling him with thick heady seed and the boy swallowed again and again. Large gulps of the rich liquid traveled smoothly down Rowan's throat. The taste was incredible, it was undoubtedly 100% alpha male. It didn't take long before Rowan has had his fill and let the convulsing cock go, shocking him that the monstrous manhood was nowhere near finished. Rowan's hand continued to milk the massive weapon.

By the time Shen finished cumming, it was like someone spread a very white sheet all over Rowan's little boat. Shen had fallen to his butt, breathing very hard but apparently satisfied. Rowan stared at the still-hard cock, still twitching and dancing in front of his eyes, begging for Rowan's attention. The ninja felt the boy move but he was busy trying to reintroduce oxygen to his lungs. That's when he felt the boy's legs come up on either of his side. Shen looked up in alarm and saw Rowan holding up his cock, which he coaxed with a few masterful strokes, and the boy smiled at Shen as he lowered his spread ass over his hungry weapon.

TBC…

WITH ADRIEL…

Shen and Faust were walking the beaten path of the Demacia-Freljord border, Sankel, the locals called it. It was a place where only the most minimal of Freljord's snowstorms would reach but sunny enough that the snow would melt and provide the land with enough waters to foster trees and other such plants. Sankel is a quiet place, trapped in the impermanence of its own peace. Despite falling under the Winter's Claw tribe, the place was relatively free of any raiding. The two admired the wild flowers that grew upon the base of the rocky hills. Faust floated off the ground, zooming back and forth between pretty things that caught his attention while Shen pulled a small wagon, the type you see in prominently agricultural parts of Ionia, the type were one person could pull it. "Whoa. Since when did you know about this place, Shen? This place is so idyllic!" Faust said gleefully. Shen actually smiled. Faust gasped and backed away. "I do not smile every day. Permit me." he said, grabbing Faust and pulling him in for a hard kiss. Vampire and ninja explored each other's body as their tongues danced, Shen's hands cupping Faust's butt and squeezed possessively while Faust's one hand caressed the formidable abdominal muscles while the other snaked to tease the lethal weapon between the ninja's legs. Several minutes later, the skies darkened and the rain came pouring down. Faust smiled and kissed Shen playfully.

"I told you not to smile. Bad things happen." Faust said. Shen chuckled. "Not far from here, Adriel. Just a little more." he said, squinting to the distance. "I told you to call me Faust while with this body!" Faust said indignantly. As usual, Shen ignored that. "There!" he said after a moment. Shen pointed towards two huge boulders. Faust watched in amazement as the Kinkou led them through an overgrown path down the slope of the valley. As they rounded one boulder, something incredible was revealed. Sitting comfortably behind the two boulders, completely out of sight of travelers, was a two-story cottage. It was adorable and Adriel would love it, Shen thought when he first saw it. Shen knew his master's taste well. The cottage snuggled comfortably to the boulder on his right. A small garden with four Rainbow Berry bushes, two Golden Apple trees and waterfall-shaped Starfruit vine sat behind it to the left. Beside the small garden to the right boulder is a conjured small waterfall coming from right out of the rock. It sang as it fell to two small springs and made a small pond that looked like a narrow small half-circle-shaped moat. There was a cute bridge that connected to it and stone steps that snaked around the place. A small roundtable sat a little distance away from the shallow pond, just right in front of the house's door, forming a small but comfortable gazebo with the sights of the ponds and waterfall. Because of the giant boulders, the cottage was plain invisible and winds drowned the sound of the waterfall. You could only find it if you really looked for it and Sankel had a ridiculously boring reputation. Looking out from his place, Shen was treated to a fantastic view of the Thunderwater River. It would be lovelier in a fine sunset. Adriel would really love this place, Shen prayed. "It is beautiful, is it not?" the ninja asked. Silence. Shen looked back and watched Faust's expression. The vampire just nodded in agreement, too starstruck to speak. Shen felt giddy with pleasure.

"Let us not stay here, all wet. Let us move on." Shen said. He led the way and showed to the small shed-slash-stables to dock the wagon and hurriedly carrying the food inside the house. If Faust was impressed of the outside appearance, he was taken aback with the sparse furnishing of the inside. It was very empty. He watched as the Shen walked to the middle of the room and took out from the secret storage a small toy. It looked to be a miniature house. To Faust's great amazement, Shen read a fanciful rhyming poem aloud to the toy and placed it on the ground. A flash of light followed and Faust saw a different scene entirely. The cottage was now well-furnished with whimsical furniture, dancing fairy orbs, butterfly-shaped lights, toy servants and picturesque drawings on the wall that really moved and talked. Faust looked at the ninja, his expression blank but he was amazed all the same. "This is the Dollhouse. The old man who owned this house was its original owner. He gave it to me before he passed." Shen said. "OMG!" Faust said, giggling with excitement and amazement. He looked at the Dollhouse again and saw that it had grown to the height of a grandfather clock and the width of a picnic table. It was a very elaborate and masterfully crafted dollhouse, guaranteed to delight a little girl to no end. "As you can see, we have had no need of buying any other furniture. It provides all the things we need to make a house livable." Shen said. Faust nodded in understanding. The old man who originally owned this place had a lovely plot of land, a beautiful house and a weird artifact that Shen knew Addy would kill to have his hands on and looking at Adriel now, Shen could say it was all worth it. "Sadly, you need an actual house for the Dollhouse to work and you cannot take most of them outside the house. They just disappear." Shen said. Faust looked at Shen and his breath got caught.

How lovely the water droplets looked as it snaked down the ninja's bulging biceps. The warrior's clothes clung tight into his honed body. He could see the warrior's powerful pectorals, his prominent eight-pack abs and massive chest. The vampire wistfully thought what other beauty did the warrior's clothes hid. "There are two bathrooms here, Adriel. One on the second floor and another in the first. You can use the second floor. Get cleaned up while I fix us some dinner." Shen said. Faust didn't hear him at all. The vampire kept ooh-ing and ahh-ing at everything he saw. Faust felt a soft insistent feeling of pulling of his cloak and looked down. He saw many plushies, all of them inspired by many animal species and all dressed as servants, beckoning him to follow him. He allowed himself an inner smile as he followed them, taking the time to fondle the ninja's dick as he passed by him. He reached the second floor landing and as gently pushed towards a pink door. He opened it and his eyes nearly burned. It was sickly cute. Dollhouse, no doubt, was built to entertain a little girl's fairyland fantasy. Only, this is ten times worse. The top of toilet lid would slide down like a pop-up book to reveal a hilltop palace and kingdom with tiny people going about their business. It came with a tiny sun, clouds, birds and domesticated animals. If you lift the lid, the toilet bowl revealed serene lake scenery with fishes, swans, ducks and people relaxing and fishing on little boats in the toilet water. He could see jewels sparkling at the bottom of the drain. "OH, MY GOD." Faust exclaimed, unable to help himself, and then he laughed out loud. He looked around, still laughing hard while wiping a tear.

The bathtub is circular, huge and inspired by the beach. Crowning it is a tropical jungle, tapering off to sandy shores while a vast expanse of sea formed the bathtub itself. Faust looked at the waters and saw that there are coral reefs, marine life, shipwrecks and moving ships and submarines in it. The washbasin has the appearance of a forest-surrounded lake as well as a network of decorative scenic rivers and brooks, complete with wandering wildlife. The shower floor looked like a large plains and the showerhead was in the form of clouds. The plains had the complimentary animal life and rural villages while the clouds had birds that tirelessly wandered it. "I LOVE IT!" Faust shrieked. Shen stepped into a different bathroom, closed the door and began taking off his wet clothes. Unlike the fairyland bathroom on the second floor (One he couldn't actually stomach), this one looked like a public toilet with several shower stalls included. However, speak the magic word to the door before opening it and you'll find yourself exiting to a nighttime amusement park where every ride, every attraction, every food and every game is free to you. Good spirits function as all its personnel and spirits and other beings visit this place to enjoy themselves as well. Nothing bad or harmful will ever happen to you while you're here.

Anyhoo, had anyone seen Shen naked right now, they would be mesmerized at the sight of the Kinkou's naked body. Powerful, imposing, dedicated to the perfection of the physical form, it would be spot on to describe it. Shen's muscles would look abnormal at first glance, too prominent, too sculpted, too well-defined, then you'd come to understanding that Shen is Kinkou. He had been trained since a child in the ways of martial arts. Perhaps the only ones to match Shen's musculature are the Rakkors living in the slopes of Targon. There's Zed, of course. He trained alongside him since his father's time.

Meanwhile, Faust stepped into the shower and wondered what the hell he was supposed to do. The "clouds" overhead swirled and Faust saw how the wildlife, above him and beneath him, scattered. Warm rain fell on his head and dribbled in a caressing touch throughout his body. The waters were magically cleansing his body of any grime or dirt. The waters that fell from him wove into intricate rivers on the enchanted floor that that steadily sunk back to the earth. Faust squealed in pleasure. When he tried turning it off, he watched as the animals appeared back and the enchanted floor immediately looked pleasantly temperate again. Grinning, the vampire squealed.

Shen didn't know how Adriel would react when he'll find out that the ninja had been infiltrating the other supposed lovers of Adriel. There was the Demacian knight-captain Garen. He's already built a cozy love nest for Adriel. Xin Zhao was planning to take Adriel to a honeymoon-like trip to the Thirteen Isles. Zed's busting his ass getting his hands on as many weird things as possible while undergoing shadow manipulation training with Adriel. Ezreal has the highest threat, being the most aggressive and clingy of all Adriel's suitors. There was another one, a Zaunite diamond-in-the-rough, a child who's built his own personal chronosphere device. Where did that leave Shen? While he was Adriel's closest bodyguard, he was privy to all Adriel's recent secrets. Multiple bodies working separately to make Runeterra a better place, Shen knew at least that much. He wanted to have this place to give something for his master. Something to make their time together special, something to remind his master how much he meant to Shen. It was this time that Shen decided he'd just have to have it. It set him on the path of being sex pet of an old man then his later contractual husband. Shen could still remember the lessons Marius taught him. Sex with Marius was wild and uninhibited. There were times when Shen lost himself to the lust and the pleasure and there were times Shen felt he was being used. He remembered being dressed in a slutty cow costume. Marius rode his cock like there's no tomorrow, drank from his cock hungrily. Shen's cum became water for Marius. Thirsty or lustful, Shen's semen was his liquid of choice. He took Shen and tied him in the shed, bound tight by leather strips. Marius plugged Shen's cock into a suction and stuck strange wires on his balls, nipples, abs and biceps. Marius smirked as he turned on the machine and Shen immediately moaned wildly.

The suction mercilessly pleasured and milked his dick while the wires passed electric charges to connected parts of his body, stimulating him. Marius closed the door and Shen was left to cum all night. It was the most nightmarish night in all of Shen's life and also the lustiest. After cumming countless times that night, he still found the strength, stamina and semen to fuck Marius early morning until noon. Shen looked down and found his monster cock hard and ready. Marius taught him good. Tonight, Adriel would benefit from these lessons. Shen stepped out of the shower and watched as it automatically turned off. He was handed a different set of clothes by the plushies. It looked nothing less of princely. The clothes were fantastic, made of finest silk, it breathed like no other clothes Shen ever wore. They were a little tight though, clinging to his muscles arms and legs like a second skin. Shen laughed at the prince's clothes. He settled for something simple and hot. They gave him a bathrobe instead. It fit him nicely while treating anyone who looked with a nice view of his chest and abs. He walked out of the bathroom and headed down the kitchen to prepare some food.

By the time Faust exited the bathroom, he was already wearing a princess costume and nailed it, he could smell the aroma of cooking food as he descended the steps. He poked his head into what would be the kitchen/dining room. Faust watched as spoons, forks, napkins and plates flew like birds in flight from their cupboards and literally paraded into proper order at the table. Shen smiled as he saw the vampire's awed gaze. "Dollhouse has considerable utility magic built into it. It's really convenient." Shen said. Faust nodded. "Adriel?" Shen asked, his voice husky. "Faust!" the vampire insisted. Faust blushed at the adoring look Shen aimed him. "You look lovely." the ninja murmured. "So do you." Faust said, approving the tight bathrobe the ninja wore. He floated forward and undid the sash around Shen's waist, revealing his anaconda dick. As Faust knelt to lay kisses on Shen's massive instrument of pleasure, the ninja lifted the pot from the oven (The flames looked like red fairies partying) and carried it to the table and set it on top of a potholder, pretending so goddamn hard to be unaffected. "Not much, Adriel, just a simple man's meal." Shen said apologetically. "It smells wonderful." Faust said politely. He took Shen into his mouth and lazily sucked him for a few minutes. He floated over to the ninja and kissed him again. The vampire smiled as Shen filled his bowl (Which had moving cat pictures all over it. The hot soup put a sun on the pictures and the cats meowed in delight and basked in the warmth) with soup. He handed the the vampire two small loaves of bread.

"Are they always this energetic?" Faust asked as he happily watched the attendant plushies dance around the table, as if determined to entertain the eaters. "Oh, yes, sometimes irritating when I think about it but they are harmless, really. They are magically made to do and act that way." Shen said, watching the funny show. "You have a wonderful piece of heaven here." Faust said. "Our heaven." Shen corrected. The ninja jerked as he felt Faust's legs brush against his heavy balls. "Adriel…" Shen complained, moaning in delight as pleasure surged through his body. He looked at the vampire and smiled. "We have all the time in world for that." he said. He felt slightly put off when Faust's foot left. He watched as the vampire ate top speed and flew off when he finished. "Time to see the sights!" he shrieked. Shen grinned faintly and smiled. His master really is a child. He heard the sounds of excited giggling and doors slamming open and close. Adriel seemed determined to uncover every feature the place has. He let the plushies take care of the dishes and went outside. He opened the door and stepped into the rain. The only four things that didn't disappear when taken from a Dollhouse-enchanted house are textile, furniture, design and the plushies but these too would disappear if they're far enough away from the Dollhouse. He watched as the plushies hastily replaced the wet table cover and erected a canopy overhead the table, held aloft by bird plushies. He stripped off his bathrobe and walked towards the conjured waterfall.

Shen remembered many nights he spent striptease dancing for Marius, remembering the indecent names he called him as he danced. He closed his eyes as he stepped into the falling waters, enjoying the feeling of the water pummeling his head and shoulders, feeling the cascade sultrily dance down his rugged body. He leaned into the stone. Shen felt hands touch his stomach and he sighed. He felt Faust's soft tongue glide across his massive cockhead, flicking teasingly. The Kinkou's penis reacted excitedly, lengthening and thickening. Faust slurped the thick penishead and slid several inches into his mouth. "Masteeer…" Shen groaned.

Faust lovingly worked through the thickening organ, lavishing it with lots of tongue and sloppy kisses. The man who owned the penis groaned and gyrated his hips. His hands cupped either side of the vampire's head as he slowly fed the hungry mouth thick inch by thick inch. Shen groaned when he felt Faust's lips touch the base of his groin. He grinned and looked down. Faust had taken it all. "You took it." he moaned, grinning with male pride. Faust reached out and pinched Shen's nipples. Shen groaned and retaliated by burying his cock deeper into Faust's throat. He grinned and pulled out completely. "I think you broke my throat." Faust said. The vampire gazed at the pure unadulterated man-meat and sighed. It had the thickness of a wine bottle and sixteen inches long, engorged veins ran upon its length, its thick mushroom head looked inviting and Shen's balls were as big as grapefruits. "All yours." Shen whispered, loving the way his master looked at his endowments. "I know." Faust said and swallowed the entire length again. Shen groaned. He always felt defiled whenever he did it with Marius, lust was the key in their pseudo-relationship. With Adriel, it felt different.

It felt wholesome and fulfilling. Shen moaned as he pummeled his dick into his master's throat. Faust squeaked as Shen hammered away. He squeezed the ninja's balls as he liberally fucked his throat. Of all Adriel's lovers, Shen was the most sensitive to pleasure. It wouldn't take long for him to cum. A few strokes and he's hard and ready, a few more and his cock is spouting a fountain. "Master!" Shen begged. Faust smiled evilly and swallowed the ninja's cock, mercilessly tonguing it and scraping it gently with his sharp teeth. Shen yelled, gripping the stones beside him. His cock twitched wildly in Faust's throat, weeping precum wantonly. Shen screamed and unloaded. It felt like someone let loose a firecracker. Shen didn't cum, his cock barfed cum, spouting like a hose. Faust mewled as he expertly swallowed one blast after another. He felt his belly expand as he lovingly drank all that precious semen. Shen's cum had the color and consistency of yogurt, too thick and laden with baby-making sperm. Faust smiled as he pulled out the massive man-meat from his throat. It twitched like a disturbed snake in his hand and still spat out smaller globs of pearly-white cum, Shen's mini-orgasms. "You were quick." Faust said. Shen, still gasping for breath, look down apologetically. "I can do it again." he insisted. Faust smiled and suckled the spasming cock into his mouth, enjoying the taste of Kinkou semen as he swirled it with his tongue. Shen groaned again as Faust resumed his blowjob.

His master had all the time in the world to milk as much baby-making semen from his cock as he wanted. Shen smiled as he thought of this. He liked being Adriel's cow. His eyes opened and looked when his master's mouth released his dick. Shen saw Faust bent on the shallow waters, ass high into the air, his hands spreading his butt cheeks. Shen's eyes widened and his cock hardened so suddenly and so strongly that it hurts. "Master!" he moaned as he knelt. He buried his face into the smooth cheeks and his devoted tongue flicked relentlessly on the pink puckered entrance. Faust shrieked in pleasure. "Shen, hurry!" he begged. His eyes widened when the ninja's tongue nearly pierced his ass, causing the vampire to cum and Shen's to smirk in male pride. He eased off and kissed the vampire, sliding a finger or two into the stretched hole. As their tongues danced, Shen positioned his cock over the vampire's asshole and punched.

Purring, Faust pinched Shen's nipples as the ninja's pushed his massive cockhead and squealed when the huge knob entered his ass. Shen slowly slid into his master's warm folds and his eyes rolled as more of his length slid inside. Faust broke free of their kiss and turned to his back. The ninja had stuffed seven inches of monster cock into his and the vampire hissed with forbidden pleasure. Garen was huge but Shen was bigger and the difference in width and length made the experience all the more sinful. "Fuck me, Shen!" the vampire wailed.

The ninja didn't need to be told twice. Abs and cock flexing with anticipation, Shen slowly withdrew his cock up to the head and rammed back with all his might, causing him and Faust to screech as sensations battered their bodies. As the vampire's body got used to the invading monster cock, pleasure heightened to unbelievable degrees. Rutting like animals, both groaned as each other's hips met the other, their tongues dancing together. The rain had stopped and the sound of raindrops was replaced with the sounds of the copulating couple. Shen's muscles tensed as his hips swung back and forth, plunging his massive rod into the love-hole of his master. Their groans and moans filled, getting stronger as they reached their crescendo. Shrieking, Faust bit the ninja's neck, causing Shen to yell in pain and pleasure. As Faust feasted on his blood, Shen felt the tremor to his body. "Together!" he implored his master. The crescendo came and both ninja and vampire yelled in ecstasy. Faust felt the delicious warmth as Shen's cock barfed cum into his innards. Golfball-sized spurts flooded the vampire's insides and Faust moaned as he came as well. Faust felt that delicious sensation as his stomach inflated but Shen wasn't finished cumming. "Shen, make me pregnant!" Faust cried as he wrapped his legs around the ninja's waist. Grinning half-crazed with lust, Shen began to move his hips and he started to fuck his beloved master again.

As Shen's dick bottomed the well-stretched folds of Faust's ass, his semen came leaking out and made a squelching noise with each thrust. Faust wrapped his arms around Shen's head, his fingers combing through the ninja's wet hair. Faust moaned wildly as Shen's massive dick touched his sweet spot. Shen's huge balls slapped hard against the vampire's ass each time he thrust. "Harder, Shen, harder!" cried the vampire. Shen's thrusts became more violent and primal, his groans more akin to an animal left only with the desire to breed. His balls slapped so hard with each thrust that they hurt but Shen no longer cared. Just the thought of cumming inside his master was all that mattered. Shen smiled as the feeling came again. He bent down and kissed his master, their tongues dancing, both feeling the fire rising. Faust came first, eyes rolling and tongue lolling as he spurt small puddles of white. "Pull out, Shen, cum on me!" Faust yelled. Shen groaned, body aquiver but he obeyed. He pulled out his weeping cockhead and furiously fisted it. He roared as he unloaded into the vampire's prone body. Faust opened his mouth to receive the first blast. Spurt after spurt of big loads of thick man-juice erupted from Shen's cock and Faust squealed in delight at the delicious sight.

Sweat dribbling down his tensed biceps, pecs, belly, one hand furiously fisting his blasting dick and another pinching a fat nipple, Shen was groaning and swaying as he unloaded. It took him several minutes to completely finish. He groaned as his cock continued to weep a small stream of male goo. "Were you satisfied, Adriel?" he asked weakly as he came down again to kiss Faust. He flicked his fingers over the vampire's smooth skin, places where his cum landed and gently fed the vampire with it. His dick gave an all-mighty lurch as the vampire seductively sucked the offered finger.

"You're so cute, my Eye of Twilight." Faust said lazily, tracing a finger over the hard planes of the ninja's face. Shen grinned and kissed him again, more lovingly this time. Faust laid a hand on the ninja's iron-hard belly and gently pushed. Shen pulled back until he was kneeling upright, his glorious body wet with raindrops and sweat. Faust scooped cum off his body and began rubbing it over the ninja's hard body. Shen smiled and closed his eyes, savoring the arousing touch. Faust's gentle touch skimmed over the hard swells of his stomach and pectorals, his bulging biceps and strong arms, his broad shoulders and neck, covering him with his own strong-smelling semen. The vampire's other hand wrapped around his half-hard dick and it twitched appreciatively. Shen looked down and bent to kiss his master. He watched with gentle eyes as the vampire bent forward and captured the ninja's cock into his hungry mouth. Shen laughed weakly as the vampire's tongue flicked mercilessly on his sensitive tip. This night was definitely not over yet.

TBC…

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