Well, here it is, possibly a series for Veigar and Syndra. Yes, our favorite tiny master of evil is not falling for one of his own race, but someone who can handle him.

Warning: light lemon. Why? Because I do not want to do the virgin sex thing. Someone else can do that.

Anyway, here it is:

It was a normal, sunny, warm, and beautiful day in the Summoner's Rift Field of Justice, a boring, too bright, uncomfortable, and aggravating routine visit to a place that he did not wish to be. Veigar, the Tiny Master of Evil, was not pleased that a certain group of summoners had taken an interest in him and were now summoning on a daily basis it seemed.

The evil yordle wanted to return to his lair and begin planning his next plot against Bandle City. His last plan to drill and tunnel into the secret lab of Ziggs and steal his latest hexplosive had failed before it even started. Next time, he would make sure the drilling machine worked exactly as he intended before letting the delivery people leave alive.

Now, however, he was stuck in this match with his team: Ezreal the explorer and attack damage carry, Malphite the walking boulder and solo top lane, Trundle the recently named king of trolls and jungler, and Lulu the fairy and dragon tamer and support. Veigar, obviously, was the middle lane ability power carry. Although he was not looking forward to the high-pitched cries of his lane opponent: Luxana Crownguard. He could not wait until he could begin putting the human female down in seconds.

He and his team picked their items and then started down toward their enemy's jungle. Wards were placed, scouting was done, a few spells and attacks went off, and everyone got away with no deaths.

When the laning portion of the match began, Veigar began to work his way up to becoming more powerful than his opponent. Most of the human's spells were easy to dodge, with the exception of that blinding sphere that, for some reason, slowed him down. He was able to kill minions with reasonable success, thus strengthening himself for the match as time went on.

After about twenty minutes, and a few kills on both sides, Veigar grouped up with his team to attempt to kill Baron Nashor. They all waited a moment, watching the minions as they proceeded toward the enemy base, and then began to attack the baron when they saw three of the enemy there.

Suddenly, the other two foes appeared and stole the baron at the last moment. Shyvana, the enemy jungler, and Vayne, the enemy attack damage carry, began to attack. An enemy ward suddenly became visible, signally that Galio, the enemy top, was trying to join the fight. A quick thought from his summoner told Veigar that Lux and Sona, the enemy support, were nearly at the river to the baron pit.

Veigar quickly summoned a twist in time and space, stunning Galio just as his teleport spell finish and Vayne just before she could tumble away. Shyvana was out for blood however, and dove for Veigar as she took her dragon form. Before he could react, Sona's Crescendo went out, compelling him to dance in place against his will as the half-dragon attacked him.

Just when it seemed he would fall, Lulu cried out. "HUGEIFY!" She yelled.

Suddenly, Veigar grew to a staggering 5ft 10in, twice the size of any normal yordle. The spell gave him increased health and caused Galio and Shyvana to pop into the air, in addition to slowing them.

Armed with his increased health and his spells ready, Veigar began to exact his revenge against the enemy team. A quick summoning of dark matter killed Vayne, a Baleful Strike forced Sona to flee as Ezreal chased after her, and his twisting of time and space froze Galio and Shyvana. Lux, unfortunately, arrived to the fight too late as Veigar took advantage of her high amount of magic power and took her out in one shot. "HAHAHAHHA! You better stay in your base next time, little girl!" He shouted in triumphant, still affected by Lulu's spell.

When the team fight ended, he and his team quickly started toward the enemy base. As they did, Veigar's team noticed that he did not return to his normal size. Veigar, on the other hand, did not notice as he launched spells at the enemy minions as he ran past them.

When the nexus began to take damage and the enemy team respawned to try and stop them, the other nine champions stopped and turned to Veigar. When he noticed this, he stopped and looked around at their faces. When he stopped at Lulu's, he realized that he had to look down to meet her eyes. Something was seriously wrong now, and they all knew it.

"Lulu," he began, meeting the yordle sorceress's eyes. "Did you use a different spell?" He asked. She slowly shook her head.

The battle was ended when the summoners began to call back the champions. Veigar's size did not change since he was first enlarged, and so he stood twice as tall as he should have by normal yordle standard. This led to an investigation and demonstration of Lulu's spell on small objects and volunteers. All of the items and volunteers remained twice their normal sizes for about ten seconds, and then returned to their original sizes. Then why was Veigar still enlarged?

After an hour, he was escorted to the infirmary for a physical. All of his vitals were normal; the short black fur all over his body had not changed, though there were a few patches that were mostly free of fur such as the palms of his hands and the soles of his feet; his eye sight was normal; and really everything about him was perfectly normal, with the exception of the changes Lulu's magic made to his body. At the end, Nurse Akali gave him a clean bill of health, leaving more questions than answers.

Lulu and her companion, Pix, were told this and informed that they could leave the Institution. Veigar, however, was asked to stay at the Institution until they knew why he did not change back and if there was a way to change him back, for his own safety of course.

Veigar himself, however, was not sure if he wanted to be changed back. He was taller, thought himself more intimidating, and no one called him cute or laughed at him. When they did find out how to 'cure' him, he was planning to tell them that he did not want it. Until he was on the way to his room…

He was stopped by the guards who kept others out of the yordle-only wing. "I demand to be let through!" He said, surprised that his voice sounded deeper rather than the squeaking tone it usually held.

The two guards, one in a suit and the other a summoner, shook their heads. The guard in the suit spoke first. "I am sorry sir, but this is the yordle-only wing. If you are seeking one of them, I could find him or her for you." He said.

Due to the nature of his kind, the Institution thought it best to reserve a small wing for the pint-sized humanoids. There were three large recreation rooms, a room for each yordle, and a small indoor garden with a glass roof. For those like Poppy and Heimerdinger, they enjoyed the interaction with their own kind. For Veigar, he enjoyed it because only the summoners could bother him.

"But I am a yordle! I am Veigar!" He told the guard, raising his fist. Due to his increased size, he had to borrow clothes that would fit him as his usual clothes, which had increased in size as well, were being used to test spells and magic that may fix his size. A dark blue robe with the hood down, a black short sleeved shirt, a pair of black pants, and steel-toed boots were what he wore now. It was odd for him to first realize just how different his own body was, but he soon adapted to it.

The summoner stepped forward, drawing his attention. From under the dark hood, the summoner examined him, possibly with that clairvoyance spell, before meeting his eyes. "Can you prove that you are Veigar? To me, it appears you are an initiate in need of a shave… badly." She said, revealing to him it was a woman.

"I could, but then this place would not be here." He said. A bit of dark matter or some space-bending would prove his identity without question, but that would also damage the building and those within.

The summoner leaned forward a little to get a better look at him. Underneath her hood, he thought he saw pale skin, but could not be sure. When she straightened, she turned to the guard. "I believe there was an incident on the Summoner's Rift that caused him to grow in size. Just to be on the safe side, I will escort him." She said.

The guard looked back to Veigar for a moment, and then to the summoner. "Alright, but watch him. I never heard about that rumor." He said

Veigar rolled his eyes, annoyed by the human.

The summoner nodded before turning to Veigar. "Follow me, Champion. I will take you to your room." She said, and then turned and started into the wing. The enlarged yordle followed behind the hooded summoner.

After several minutes, the summoner stopped in front of a room, Veigar's room, and stepped away from the door. He could tell that she was looking at him, but did not care as he turned to the door. He held up his hand toward the knob, lines of black magic tracing into the keyhole, and then there was a series of clicks and then a clank. The door began to open.

Veigar caught the knob before it opened more than an inch and turned to the summoner. "Thank you for your help, but I do not want anyone to see the inside of my room." He said. It was his room, and so this was a reasonable request. The summoner did not move. There was tense silence as the two of them stared at one another, and then Veigar turned to the door and pushed it open. "Suit yourself." He said before stepping inside.

As he closed the door, something stopped him. He turned and saw that the summoner had put her foot in the way of the door. He turned his head up to see what the woman was planning.

She gripped the door with her left hand and began to push it open while she moved her right hand to her hood. She pushed the hood back and let out a fall of long silver hair.

His golden eyes widened when he saw who it was.

The woman smiled at his expression. "May I come in?" She asked politely.

Veigar stepped out of the way to let her through, and then closed the door when she entered. "You put on a summoner's robe just to get into a race-restricted area? What are you planning, Syndra?" He asked her.

The Dark Sovereign turned to face him when he said her name. She did not speak, but merely smiled at him with a sly smile and bright purple eyes. Finally, she did speak. "I heard about what happened to you and I wanted to see it for myself." She explained. The way she looked at him was… different from the times they had met in the past. "You appear to have not changed except for your size." She noted.

He held his left hand to the door knob, locking it once more while never breaking eye contact with her. When it clicked lock, he let his hand fall to his side. "It is a change in size, and nothing more. The summoners are already working on a remedy." He informed her, and then walked pack her toward the corner of the room. "When you leave, make sure you close that door so that it will lock properly." He said.

She nodded to him as he spoke, never once taking her eyes off him. He looked just like he did any other day, but twice his average size and taller. She had heard it was Lulu's Wild Growth spell, or Hugeify as it was also known, that had changed him. What she had been curious about was how it had affected him. By the way he moved, it changed nothing but his size. The only true difference was that his voice sounded deeper. Could it have affected him in other ways as well?

He looked at the small desk made for yordles in the corner of the room, and tried to sit down in the chair. It took all she had to not laugh at the way he looked; it was like an adult sitting in a child's chair. The rest of the room was also small, made to fit a yordle perfectly. The floor and ceiling were seven feet apart; the bed was a little larger than a child's, maybe half a foot; the lights in the center of the ceiling were slightly dimmer than those in her own room, mostly likely to compensate for the smaller size of this room; and the furnishings were scaled down to fit its residents.

She imaged that Veigar, who had used this room now and again since he joined the League of Legends, felt uncomfortable in the suddenly undersized room.

"Would you like to work in my room?" She offered. He paused from looking inside the drawers and turned his head to her, a questioning look in his eyes. "My room has the same furnishings as yours, only larger to better accommodate me." She said.

For Veigar, his new size, hopefully temporary, made it more difficult to make use of the small papers, writing utensils, arm space, and even sit comfortably. While there was work he could do, he had decided to put those off until later and work on sending messages to his old teacher and associates. After all, he had already learned that bending forward and crouching many times made him tired or ache.

After almost a minute, he nodded. "That would be a help, yes." He said. Thanking someone was not a practice he had taken part in very often. Heck, he hardly thanked his teachers for all they had done for him.

He gathered two small books, a pen, some envelopes and papers, and some stamps before stepping toward the door and opening it. He stopped before leaving and turned back to her. "You should leave first. I have some spells set up in case of intruders." He warned.

Syndra nodded, not bothering to ask what kind of spells, and stepped out into the hall. She then waited and watched as he stepped out, closed the door, and turned to her. "Follow me, and put your hood up. People may start rumors if they see the two of us walking together." She said as she put her own hood up.

When he did as well, she started walking. Syndra nodded her head once to the guard, who nodded his head toward them in return, probably satisfied that the two were leaving, before turning his attention back to watching the halls.

As the two of them made their way to the Ionian wing, none of the other champions or summoners spoke to them. Oddly enough, there seemed to be no mention of Veigar's increase of size. Perhaps they were keeping that a secret for whatever reason. Personally, he did not care. Even the champions who were there did not mention the incident.

When they arrived at the Ionian wing, Syndra raised a finger to signal him to stop. There were people in the halls, and he assumed that they were near her room. He kept his head down so they could not see his large, golden eyes, but then began walking again when Syndra motioned for him to do so.

After a few minutes, everyone either went into their own room or left the hall, leaving the two of them alone. She took out a key and used it to unlock her door, and then quickly led him inside.

Once inside, he was surprised to see how high up the ceiling was and how bright the lights were. Other things in the room, such as the bed, dressers, and the desk and chair, seemed just the right size. If not for the color of the bed sheets and window curtains and drapes, he would have thought this was his room.

He heard a click from behind and turned his head to find Syndra removing her hand from a bolt lock. She placed the key on top of the dresser and then pulled the robe off over her head. Underneath, she wore only the largest piece of her usual outfit, the part that most resembled a leather bathing suit he thought, and a pair of strap sandals that went from halfway to her knees and to her feet.

The sight of so much of her skin brought back the memories of when she and he were in that hot spring after she had successfully made dark matter. He felt a smile come to his face at having taught someone the spell, and then a blush at where his head had been most of that time in the hot water. The two of them had bonded on a personal level, neither caring about the others racial upbringings. They had been only a sorcerer and a sorceress, possibly two of the most powerful magic users in Runeterra, relaxing in the soothing waters of a natural hot spring.

"Your nose is bleeding." He heard her say.

He snapped out of his own thoughts and brought his right hand to his nose. He felt something wet, and then saw blood on his fingers when he took his hand away from his face. He was once again thankful for his black fur covering all of his body, otherwise she would be able to see his face as red as an apple.

Veigar pulled his sleeve up to the center of his palm and used it to clean his nose. At the same time, he turned around and placed the things he had brought from his room onto her desk, just to have the excuse to not look at her while he got himself under control.

Syndra only watched him with a small smile on her face. Even if she was not like other Ionians, she still found it oddly cute the way he reacted to her. It made her feel that he did have feelings for her, but it did not seem like love. Even if it was, she thought it would be one-sided, though she did like the black mage.

She took a few steps toward him, and then paused when she was two or three feet from him. His back was still to her, allowing her to see that there were a few inches of height difference between them, with him being the taller of the two. She was actually surprised to see that he was taller than her.

Up until now, she had only seen his head, but she could not help but wonder what the rest of him looked like. Was his body still covered in that fuzzy, black fur of his? Were there parts that did not have the fur?

She could not help but be curious. "If you want," she began, making him jump a little, "you can take off your robe." She said. She knew he did not have on just that summoner's robe because she had seen the collar of a shirt when he thought she was a summoner. So, he at least wore something.

He turned around to her, his nose no longer bleeding, and it seemed he had regained his composer. "I will keep it on, thank you. Now then, I must get to work." He said, and then turned around and sat down in the chair. He searched through his small pile of things to take out the pen, papers, and envelopes before he began writing.

Curious, she took a step forward to look over his shoulder to see what he was doing. She looked away when he paused and turned to her, but then turned her head to him when he did not continue. "May I ask who you are writing to?" She asked.

He thought about for a moment, and then spoke his answer. "No." He said, and then turned back to his writing.

She looked at him, first with surprise and then anger. She straightened and crossed her arms over her chest, under her breasts, and shot him a glare. "You realize you are a guest in my room, correct?" She asked.

He waved his left hand. "You locked me in." He countered without turning his head.

"I locked it to keep people out." She said, and then took another step forward as she looked over his shoulder. This time, she did it quietly so he would not turn his head. She sat that it was a note to one of his teachers, but did not the person herself. "Veigar, can I ask you something?" She asked.

He shrugged his shoulders but continued to write. "You may, but I cannot promise I will answer it." He said.

She nodded slightly. "What will you do if you do not change back?" She asked.

He froze, his hand stopping completely. He had thought about that same thing earlier, but it was odd to him that someone would ask the same question he had asked himself. After a time, he began writing again. "I will be the tallest yordle in history. Why do you ask?" He asked, again without turning to face her.

She smiled at his answer, assuming that was joke. "Because I think you look much better this way." She said.

"I was thinking the same thing, but then I realized my whole life was based around being three feet tall. It's a big change to be taller." He informed, and this was only the things he kept in the Institution of War. He would have to return to his hideout and see how his life would be changed in that regard. If he found out that all his plans would be significantly harder to accomplish, then he would actively aid in finding a remedy for his current situation.

Syndra stared at the back of his hooded head for a time, and then went to sit down on her bed as she watched him. Even if he was the same yordle she had known for several weeks, she could not help but feel different around him. She wanted to see him without the robe, to see how his body had changed, but did not know how to make him remove it.

She let out a yawn and then leaned forward to undo the rope straps of her sandals. When she did, she laid down on her bed, using the fluffy white pillows to prop herself up on her dark blue sheets. In contrast to her pale skin, she nearly blended in with the bed.

She closed her eyes as she spoke. "Have your powers changed at all?" She asked as she listened to his pen hitting the paper.

"As far as I can tell, it has no-" he began, but paused. He went silent then. She opened her eyes a little to see why.

When she did, she saw him staring at her resting form. She could just make out the slightly darker shadow of yellow that were his pupils and watched them as they traversed her body.

Veigar's Point of View

"As far as I can tell, it has no-" Veigar began to say, but paused when he turned his head to answer her. His eyes drank in the sight before him.

His eyes wondered over the curves of her from feet to ankles to legs to thighs to buttocks, and then the shape of her hips that led to her stomach. From there, his gaze went from her exposed flesh to the covered flesh hidden under her leather corset clothing. He noticed that part of it was missing, exposing more of her breasts at the upper sides; her shoulder pads must go on like sleeves as those were missing as well.

His eyes lingered on the valley in between her breasts for a time, his mind recalling the times that one night she had let him lay his head there; as well as all the times that day she had pushed his face into her bust or that he had turned his head and saw it. Seeing it again, he had a longing to bury his head there once more and close his eyes.

He finally resumed his analysis of her body, moving from her pale breasts to her arms that covered her neck. Before, he had thought they were long and strong, but now he knew they were average sized based on some of the others, maybe even slimmer. She did not wear gloves, allowing him a complete view of her arms and her fingers, the nails painted purple to match her eyes. He recalled those same arms being wrapped around him as the two of them sat together a few times after he tutored her in the use of dark matter. Those embraces had always been when she wore gloves and the bracers on her arms.

Finally, his met her face and the two of them locked eyes.

He saw her smile, and then she raised herself up with one arm and used the other to point at him. He looked down where her finger pointed, and then saw that there was a small hill that appeared under his robe. He felt his face heating.

"Wild Growth must be a universal effect." He heard her say.

Veigar only stared at his erect member, a new feeling only now coming to his mind. He liked Syndra, yes, but he did not know why his manhood, normally nothing like this, was suddenly standing up and somewhat painfully pushing against his pants. These new sensations and feelings were like nothing he had ever known.

Syndra's Point of View

While she was surprised to see such a thing herself, she was not completely surprised. Yordles were mammals just like humans, so it made since that they would have reproductive parts with which to make their own children. However, she did not think they were just like humans, except for the size difference of course. Now she was really curious how he looked… without clothes.

As he looked at his member in confusion, she rose from the bed carefully and quietly, using her powers to make her float. She neared Veigar quietly from behind, and then slowly circled her arms around him, placing her right hand over his concealed but erect member.

He turned his head to her, turning it to his left. "What are you-?" He began, but was interrupted when she used her left hand to hold his face in place so she could place her lips on his.

At first, she missed the center of his lips, but not by much. His black fur did cover most of his face, which tickled her lips, nose, and a little of her cheeks. Oddly enough, his lips were soft, as she imaged hers to be. She used her tongue to poke at his lips, trying to open his mouth, and was able to. She explored his oral cavern with her tongue.

While she kissed the stunned and enlarged yordle, holding his head in place with her left hand, she stroked his manhood through his robe and pants with her right hand. If not for the moans and groans he was making through his nose, she wouldn't know if she was hitting his sensitive muscle or not. She was gentle, but rough enough to be able to feel him and for him to notice her actions.

She moved her hand away from his member as she pulled back from the kiss, pulling her head back a few inches from his. The look in his large, golden eyes reflected his stunned disbelief of what had just happened. For her, this was nothing new as she had had sexual interactions with others, but it was evident that Veigar had had none.

"Was that your first kiss?" She asked, backing away another inch, unintentionally giving him view of her cleavage.

She watched him in silence, and then noticed a small bit of red at the center of his face. "Your nose is bleeding again." She said, raising her right hand to his face and then wiping away the blood with her thumb.

As she took her hand back, he reached up and caught her wrist with his left hand. She paused, a worried look beginning to form on her face, and frowned. If she had made him angry or scared, then there was the chance that he would kill or hurt her before she could make a defense.

Instead of what she had feared, he just sat there, but then she saw his eyes darting about, looking everywhere around the room. His breathing began to increase to the point of panting. Although it did not look like he would hurt her, the fact that he was acting like this made her worry.

Veigar's point of view

She had just kissed him. Him, Veigar, the Master of Evil and a corrupter of cosmic energies, was just kissed by this woman, Syndra, the Dark Sovereign of Ionia. He had never been kissed before, by anyone, nor did he ever have the desire to be kissed by anyone. Now, he wasn't sure what he wanted from this beautiful woman before him.

Wait, did he just think she was beautiful? By the dark void, what was happening to him? Was he falling in love?

No, that couldn't be it. There were plenty of other reasons for why this was happening to him. Lulu's magic had probably caused his emotions to change. His mind was still trying to adjust to his body's change. Maybe it was just that he was thinking of her as a yordle with his increased height.

His eyes stopped frantically looking around the room and turned to Syndra's.

He was thinking of her as a yordle… That was it. His mind, most likely due to the magic that had altered his body and its perspective of the world, made him see Syndra as a yordle; at least that is what he thought.

He released her hand, moving his down the length of her bare arm, and lightly gripped her right shoulder. The two continued to stare at one another for several seconds, and then, as though sharing the thought, both leaned forward.

Both points of view

Veigar pulled her closer by her shoulder, and she pulled his face to hers with her hand. Both closed their eyes as their faces draw closer. When their lips met once again, the short, black fur on his face tickling her smooth, pale skin, she once again took the initiate and pushed her tongue out of her mouth. Unlike last time, however, she met his tongue. The two appendages rolled over one another, Veigar unused to the action and only following Syndra's lead.

Despite the tickling of his fuzzy fur and his breath through his nose, Syndra was able keep her composer and not giggle. It was more difficult than she thought, but, through sheer force of will, she managed it. As her lips came closer to his, she knew now that the closer she got to his lips the less fur she found. It seemed that way for his nose, eyes, and ears as well, but the fur only shrank in length, it did not completely fade. In a way, she liked it. It was a whole new experience compared to her previous partners. It was a challenge, and that was what made it worth the trouble to her.

Veigar, his feelings still mixed between confusion and joy, began to lean more toward enjoying the kiss and the swell of sensations that came with it. Her lips were soft, her breath was warm and smoothing against his face, the way her tongue danced around his made him salivate. He could hear his heart beating rapidly, feel the blood rushing to his face, and, dare he think it, loved the feel of her smooth skin under the palm of his hand.

As the kiss went on, he grew more experienced with the action of kissing and improved by following her lead. Both of them also felt each other's saliva around their lips and on their chins, the mixed fluids dripping onto the floor and his lap.

After another minute, she pushed his head away from hers. He blinked, confused and slightly irritated until he realized that he was out of breath, same as her. They both panted as they recovered from their kiss, each staring into the other's eyes.

Syndra licked her lips free of their shared saliva, and then smiled at him. "Not bad for a first time kisser, but you should take off that robe. You're sweating." She informed him, moving her hands to his waist and began to pull up his robe.

To her pleasant surprise, he rose from the chair he had been sitting in to allow her and him easier leverage to remove the robe. She liked it because it allowed her to stand up straight without leaning toward him and that he was helping in the removal of his robe.

When his robe was removed, she stared hungrily at his lean yet slim form. He was of average build, at least by mage standards, and she could see that the fur all over his body had remained. However, she did notice that the palms of his hands, both of them, were mostly free of fur. His clothes were not want she had expected, but she did not question it. While he did not look wizardly and powerful in this attire, she knew that underneath that cute, dark face and golden orbs was a sorcerer of unbelievable power.

He wore a black shirt that, if not for the seams, she almost thought he was bare-chested. His pants were also dark, but more of a navy blue than the same black as his fur. She was a little surprised to see that he wore steel-toed boots, the metal procuring from the tips of the boots. If he could not have his regular clothes, he probably wanted those boots just so he could feel like he was wearing part of his normal attire.

Though she wore only the largest part of her normal clothing and nothing else, she looked at him without fear. Her legs, arms, shoulders, and most of her middle section and chest were bare, showing off her pale skin in all its glory. Her long, silvery hair was left undone and left to flow freely, rather than in its usual due. It appeared to have been brushed straight, but was partly undone from when she wore the robe.

Satisfied with her visual analysis of him, Syndra raised herself an inch off the carpeted floor and drifted back toward the bed. When the backs of her legs touched the soft sheets, she gracefully sat herself down onto the bed and crossed her right leg over her left and used her arms to prop herself up. She smiled seductively at him, and then spoke in a soft voice. "Come here."

Rather than comply, Veigar appeared conflicted, trying to decide whether or not to do as she ordered. His eyes looked around the room, going back and forth from one random object to her as he flexed his hands. He was confused, nervous, and unsure of what to do. He was a master of black magic, but he had clearly devoted much of his time and mind to said magic.

Perhaps something familiar to him would make him more comfortable?

"Veigar," she said. He turned his head from the door to her. "Come here and sit down." She said. This time, he did do as she asked, slowly approaching her and sitting down on the bed. He had sat down further away from her than she thought he would. He placed his hands on his lap and locked his fingers together, and watched her with cautious eyes. "Now, close your eyes, and don't peek." She said.

He looked at her suspiciously, but finally did after looking at her innocent smile. Somehow, within the world of darkness that he saw, he doubted there was anything innocent behind that smile.

Syndra waited a few seconds to make sure he would not look; she slowly and quietly lifted herself from the bed with her magic. She quietly undid the upper part of her corset, which freed her large, D-cupped breasts from their confinements. She did it slowly so as to not make a sound and alert him to anything suspicious.

She carefully eased her corset down over her hips, leaving her chest and stomach completely exposed. Her skin was a pale shade between white and gray, the nipples at the ends of her breasts were partly hardened due to the slight chill of the air, and her corset sat just over her hips, covering her nether reigns between her legs. She was a little nervous herself at what she was about to do, but this might be her only chance.

She quietly floated toward him, and then placed her arms around him and pulled his head to her chest.

Needless to say, he opened his eyes and froze in her grasp. Once again, he saw only her pale, smooth, soft, and squishy mounds of flesh in his vision. Instantly, he felt his face heating and his breathing increase, unintentionally tickling her as she held his head to her chest. He turned his head upward to look at her face, and met her bright purple eyes and smiling face.

"Calm down Veigar." She said, giggling a little due to his fur tickling her sensitive skin. She held him in her arms, his head between her breasts and his breath warming her chest, and waited patiently for his breathing to return to normal.

When it did, she leaned toward him and kissed him once more. The sensation of his partially fuzzy lips against her smooth lips made her feel as though there were butterflies in her stomach. She felt her heart beat quicken, and she was sure he must hear it as she felt his hands on the outsides of her thighs. His hands were not completely smooth and clear of fur, which tickled her slightly.

When they parted from the kiss, she brought her mouth kiss to his right ear and whispered. "You can touch them, my breasts I mean." She whispered, and then took her head away from his. She leaned back, her arms slowly sliding along his shoulders, and then hands cupping both sides of his face. She plant a quick kiss on his forehead, the fur defiantly thicker than around his lips, before slipping her delicate fingers from his fuzzy face and behind her back to prop herself up and observe his actions.

Unsurprisingly, he was timid about doing as she gave him permission to do. She had to remind herself that this was his first time with a woman, human or yordle, and so he would not know what to do or how to do it. Perhaps angering him a little would do the trick.

"Is the sight of a woman's bare breasts and her willing surrender enough to make the self-proclaimed Master of Evil lose his nerve?" She taunted with a sly smile. "Should I hold your hand?" She asked, extending her left hand to him.

Veigar only stared at her for a long moment, and then his eyes began to narrow. The sight of him, in this taller form, made her heart skip a beat, and then he spoke. "I am about to show you who's afraid of who!" He said with a threatening tone, making her pulse freeze for a moment. And then he gripped a breast in each hand.

Syndra yelped in surprise when she felt his surprisingly strong grip on her sensitive and squishy breasts. He was rough, but it was hard to tell if it was because of inexperience, anger, or both. By the look in his eyes, it was most likely anger at her taunting words. At least she had managed to snap him out of his surprise. He fondled her breasts up and down and to the sides, making her clench her teeth and grunt at times from his molesting. She was even forced to hold herself up by her arms.

She raised her right hand to her mouth in an attempt to cover it before her groans turned to moans, but lost her balance, forcing her to fall onto her back, landing softly on the bed. This action, however, also caused Veigar to lose his balance, expecting her to keep herself up, and fell on top of her. Both yelped in surprise, Syndra grunting when he landed on her, and laid on the bed. She shut her eyes from the pain.

She waited in silence, eyes closed and lips sealed, for him to continue. She knew he was there because she could feel the fur from the side of his face tickling her left cheek and neck, the fur of his arms on her stomach and right arm below her elbow, and his hands still on her sensitive breasts, but he did not move. Whenever she took breath, she either felt his clothed chest against hers or felt an increased pressure on her chest from his weight.

Finally, she opened her eyes and turned her head to the left. She saw only the side of his head. "Veigar?" She said cautiously. He did not move. "Are you nervous? Or embarrassed?" She asked him.

"Yes." He said after several seconds.

Silence resumed then as neither of them spoke or moved. They just laid there on her bed, Veigar laying diagonally over her with his chest to hers and his hands on her chest.

Finally, she drew her arms around him, her right hand going to his right shoulder and her left hand to his left hip. She took a deep breath before speaking. "It's alright Veigar, I will not judge you, and I am sorry for what I said and forcing you into this." She said, looking at the side of his head for any movement. When he did not turn his face to her, she turned hers to the ceiling as she continued. "It's just..." she paused. "I... I just do not feel alone when I am with you." She said, and then glanced to him for a moment.

Again, he did not move.

Syndra looked back up to the ceiling as she held his body to hers. He felt warm and soft, like a stuffed animal she once had as a little girl. It was a black and white panda bear with green beads for eyes. Her mother had made it for her and told her that it was a gift for her fourth birthday. Because of her tremendous powers, the other children did not play with her, but she always had that bear to play with. Where she was too rough with them, she was always gentle with it. She even named it and took it everywhere with her; school, the nearby forest, the lessons by Soraka, and when she attended classes with her Ionian teacher.

She did not know when she lost it, it could have been anything from when she left Ionia to when she fled to the Institution of War to when she became a champion and began learning from Xerath.

But, with her fuzzy, furry companion, no matter his size, she felt like she still had her little friend with her. Her hold on him tightened a little more at the memories, and she closed her eyes.

Syndra felt something warm and wet on her left cheek, and then the same thing on her right cheek, closer to her eye; giving her an unfamiliar sensation in the center of her chest. She opened her left eye, and then both of them went wide when she saw the source of the strange sensations.

Leaning over her and licking away the tears was Veigar. She then realized that he had moved his hands from her chest to her sides, between her arms and torso. She didn't mind it; actually she enjoyed the feeling of the warm appendage on her face. She closed her eyes again as her face reddened and she knew her breathing was becoming more heated as she moaned happily.

And then he stopped.

She opened her eyes only to meet his. Even if she could not see it, she somehow knew he was smiling at her. She smiled back then, and then leaned her head toward his and pulled him in for another kiss, closing her eyes to enjoy the kiss in earnest.

Their lips locked once again, but this time he wrapped his right arm around her bare back and raised himself and her up with his left. They never broke from the kiss as he raised the both of them up. The kiss was gentle, not an action of unrestrained lust, but a gentle, loving kiss.

When she felt herself sitting straight up, she suddenly felt her right breast being fondled. She separated her lips from his and leaned the right side of her face against his so she could let out a moan, unable to remain silent as he massaged her chest with his hand.

And then she felt her left breast being kneaded.

She leaned back, her arms sliding away from his body to prop herself up, and tilted her head back as she pushed her chest out, granting him complete access to her body. Her moaning soon turned to panting, causing her to breathe through her mouth, a string of saliva stretching from her top lip to her bottom.

"Oh Veigar..." She moaned, slowly opening her eyes to talk to tell him something. She paused when he leaned his head toward her chest, and then gasped when he enclosed his lips around her left nipple. The feeling of his fur on her sensitive breasts was almost too much, but she managed to keep herself from gasping. She was even more surprised when he began to suck on the nub; sending shocks of pleasure throughout her body with each suckle.

After several seconds, he switched to the other breast and began to knead her right breast, sucking and gently squeezing it as he kneaded her left breast.

"By the gods! Don't stop!" She moaned, pleasure flowing through her body from his gentle actions. She had had other sexual partners before, but the combination of his gentle actions and ticklish fur made her dare to call him one of her best partners. And all he did was assault her chest.

After another couple seconds, he switched to her left breast, sucking and squeezing it as he massaged her right breast.

After several cycles, she gripped his wrists and turned him over, laying him with his back on the bed. She smiled suggestively at him. "You've made me feel so good, Veigar. Now, it's mine turn to make you feel good." She said.

His eyes told her that he was confused, and then she gripped the bottom of his shirt and rolled it off him. He leaned up to aid her in the act of undressing him, and then watched in partial confusion as she pulled off his pants and boots with them.

After some time, Veigar rose from the bed he and Syndra were laying in. He looked at her sleeping, happy face, feeling a warm feeling in his chest. He watched her easy, even breathing for several seconds, thinking of what they had just done.

He, a yordle and corrupter of the cosmos and master of the black arts, had just spend intimate time with her, a human. Even if they could only be together due to one's rogue magic, he felt oddly contend… and very tired.

Carefully, he rose from the bed so as to not wake her, and made his way to the desk. He picked up the note he had been writing and looked over it.

Dear Mistress Sarazain,

I am writing you this letter to inform you that I will be returning to you to continue my training. The Institution of War and its League of Legends has finally broken my final straw; the latest of which has caused me to grow twice my size due to a centuries old sorceress's pixy magic.

It was by your recommendation that I join this place of madness, and now I have grown bored of it.

I still intend to crush Noxus beneath my heel, but I cannot do so without further knowledge of you black magic. I have met powerful warriors and magi, you were right about those, but none of them have provided me with any magic or spells of use. The most disappointing of which is an ascendant by the name of Xerath.

I will be returning within the month. When I arrive, I look forward to resuming my...

That was all he wrote before Syndra began to change his mind.

He held the paper in his hand, and then ignited a small flare, burning the paper away with only a quick Swoosh. He turned to see Syndra, still sleeping, and smiled.

He then turned around and crawled back into the bed. When he did, he felt her arms wrap around him, pulling him to her. He heard her mumble to herself, unable to make out several of the words, but there were a few. "Veigar... you're so warm... and soft... I love you..."

With a gentle touch, he raised his hand to her face and moved aside a few strands of hair from her face. "I love you too, Syndra." He whispered quietly, and then leaned forward as carefully as he could to plant a kiss on her soft, smooth lips before joining her in sleep.

An echoing call called him to wake. It was the call of a summoner wishing to use him in a League match. He turned his head to the ceiling before letting out a yawn, still tired from not only last night and its activities but from going to bed so late. He had wanted to wait until he was sure Syndra was asleep to erase his letter, but that did not happen until after midnight.

Their activities in the night, however, had been more tiring than any he had ever done. Still, it surprised him how good it had felt to be with a woman in a bed. In his mind, he still could not believe the feeling of no longer being a virgin. It seemed like he had lost a part of himself, but at the same time he did not miss it.

He felt the woman's arms around him moving, her right hand caressing his face, and then he turned his head back to her. She smiled with her eyes closed as she pulled their faces together for a loving kiss. He closed his eyes as well, enjoying the kiss.

He heard the call once more, but ignored it. When it came a third time, he pulled away from her. She opened her eyes slowly, her purple eyes shining with emotions he had never seen before. "Good morning, Master of Evil." She whispered.

A small smile overcame him. "Good morning, Dark Sovereign." He said.

Both of their eyes went wide. His voice was squeaky.

He rose and threw his legs over the side of the bed, and then fell to the floor. "Veigar!" Syndra gasped, and then leaned over the bed to see if he was alright.

He groaned as he straightened himself, and then looked up at her. She was naked, her bare chest in full view, but she looked higher up than he thought she should be. When he rose and stood up, he realized that he barely came up to the bed's mattress.

His golden orbs turned to her surprised eyes. She opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out at first. After a few seconds, she tried again. "You've returned to your normal size…" She stated, clearly surprised.

Veigar looked down at himself, and then back up at her. He was back to his previous size of just under three feet, rather than his taller size from the day before. Lulu's magic must have just worn off.

The two lovers stared at one another in confusion, their mouths agape... and then Syndra smiled.

She pushed the covers off her naked form, completely revealing her smooth, pale skin, and lightly moved off the bed. Her feet touched the warm carpet, and she crouched down before scooping him up in her arms. She placed his backside under her left arm and wrapped her right arm around his shoulders, her hand under his right armpit. She hugged him to her chest, but not enough for his face to be squished into her breasts.

The call came again, and he turned his head, his eyes narrowing. After a few seconds, he turned back to her and looked up into her eyes. They stared at one another, speaking only with their eyes.

Finally, one of them spoke. "Let's take a bath. You smell like you could really use one, and I like to shower before anything else." Syndra said, and then began carrying him toward the adjacent door that led the shower provided by the Institution.

Later in the day, Veigar went to retrieve his clothing from the summoners who were in charge of finding a way to reverse what had happened to him. When he arrived, he found that they were shocked to see that he had returned to his previous size and informed him that his clothing had not. Lulu, as well, was surprised but overjoyed that he was not angry with her like he had been the day before.

An hour later, Veigar finally answered the summoner's call. He fixed his gauntlets over his hands and raised his staff into the air. He smiled at the familiar look and feel of his magic, even if it was a little stronger than before. He crackled a maniac laugh, causing his teammates to back away from his cautiously; except for Thresh who crackled his own maniac laughter.

"You seem to be in a good mood today, Tiny Master of Evil. How was your growth sprout yesterday?" The specter warden asked.

Veigar waved his hand at the ghostly jailor. "The growth sprout was nothing that could derail a great sorcerer like me! You would do well to remember that." He said.

Thresh chuckled at the comment. "No need to concern yourself with the likes of me. I do not target ones such as you." He informed the yordle.

Veigar turned his head to the jailor. "What do you mean by that?" He asked angrily. If he was referring to his size, then there would be ghost blood spilled before the match even begun.

Thresh shook his head. "Your laugh, of course. I make it a personal rule to not target those with such an exquisite maniacal laughter." He said, and then laughed.

The yordle sorcerer stared at him for a moment, and then joined him in laughing. If their teammates did not back off earlier, they certainly did now. Veigar was beginning to like the satanic specter, but there was one he liked even more...

SKIP HERE

After the match, Veigar waited with one other while the other champions left. When he and the other one were the only ones left in the after match lobby, he turned to face his companion. "You really do not care about my change in size?" He asked.

Syndra shook her head. "No matter your size, I will love you, although I am torn between both. In this state, you are very cute, but in the other one you are just the right size for, well..." She said, and then blushed.

Veigar switched his staff into his other hand, the one with the larger gauntlet on it, and took up Syndra's right hand in his left. She looked down at him and showed him a small, beautiful, private smile only for him. "Care if I walk you to your room?" He offered politely.

She smiled slyly at him. "Such a gentleman, thank you, or is there something else?" She asked.

"Well," he began. She raised an eyebrow and waited for him to continue. He scratched his head with his other hand, careful to not hurt himself with the sharp claws of his gauntlet or his staff, as he spoke. "I do not think it would a good idea if others knew of our relationship, at least not now." He said, quickly adding the last part.

She tilted her head, remaining silent.

After a moment's thought he spoke again. "We both have enemies, and if someone knew of our relationship, they or their group could use that against us." He said. As a black mage, he was the target of several so called do-gooders, and he knew of Syndra's enemies among the Kinkou and Ionian people.

She slowly nodded her head. "Veigar, it's sweet of you to worry about me, but I can and have taken care of myself." She reminded nodded knowingly, even the three Kinkou in the League dared not approach her with the intent to harm.

"You are right, but I still do not think it is a good idea now." He said. How could he tell her that his enemies were former teachers or colleagues of his? If he ever confronted one of them again, he wasn't sure if he'd live. Another thing was that he was a yordle, and faced enough insults and mocking (really joking or kidding around at his expense) from taller races.

She took his hand in hers, and then smiled down at him. "Alright, but know that my heart belongs to you." She said, and then crouched down. She leaned toward him and placed her lips against his for a few seconds. When she rose again, she released his hand. "However, until you are fine with making our relationship public, I expect something from you." This time, he was the one to tilt his head in confusion. "I want to learn more black magic from you." She said.

He thought for a moment, and then reluctantly nodded his head. "Alright but I will not teach you anything of extraordinary danger. Xerath is already willing to destroy the world; I intend to conquer it before he does so." He said.

She nodded in agreement. "Fair enough." She said, and then started toward the exit.

He followed her, but then paused. He looked around the room, scanning for something. "Wait! What about the wards?"

She stopped in the air, her feet inches off the ground, and turned to him. "What wards?"

The yordle let out a sigh. "Hopefully, the summoners will keep this exchange secret." He said.

I know I'll keep their secret. What about the rest of you?

Just kidding, but I thought that'd be a good way to end it. Anyway, this was a request from someone who will remain unnamed. I hope you all enjoyed this, and I may include another chapter or two later this year for a special, and most likely theme-based.

This is the reworked, and hopefully corrected, version. There may still be a few spelling errors or grammar mistakes, but I think I fixed the typos.