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An Exercise in Futility	By : LadyofJustice Category: +G through L > League of Legends Views: 15644 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Author's Note: Ohai guys. First attempt at a fanfiction. Whooo! Comments are cool. Tell me if I'm doing it right. I kind of need to know. <: Enjoy This is obbvviously, a couple of years before Cass gets a bit scaley and before Darius is a general. So he's doing footwork. The story will evolve more as we go along, hopefully.
Edit: 2015 Authors Note -- Just a notice for any new LoL players or new readers, this fanfiction takes into account OLD Cassiopeia lore. This was written before the Shurima event and before her lore was changed to fit where it is now. I really like the resolution of the story and I don't plan on changing it anytime soon. I like the old and new Cass lore, but I also like the way I did this story so, it can be a relic of the past :). But if you dont remember, or don't know, Cassiopeia's old lore was that her change happened because she promised a Freljordian shaman that she would not tell his secrets, vowing on a mystical item, and when she went back and told Noxus (she was a spy after all), it cursed her into the form she has now. Just figured I'd put this here, as Rito would say 'For Clarity!' :) Enjoy guys.
"Cassiopeia, I am pleased with your success. I'd love to hear the details, however... I must take my leave. Darius will take your report."
He eyed his daughter for a moment as she nodded, the thrill of success and excitement sparkling in her jade eyes. Although she was still young, she already was showing vast promise. He couldn't imagine what she would be able to do as soon as she grew into herself; already her form was starting to hourglass, her hips slowly filling out as her breasts fought to catch up. They were mere handfuls, but she still had a few years yet to mature and as far as her… assets were concerned. It wouldn't matter much with results she was pulling like this. With one daughter mastering blade craft, the other information, he considered himself the proud father of two strong Noxian children, something he could pat himself on the back for. “Treat yourself to a bath as well. You look a little… trussed.” He mentioned offhandedly, noting that her normally perfected makeup was slightly smeared. The eyeliner had feathered into a sort of cat-eye and her dark shadow had smuged together, giving her a rather smokey gaze that.. wasn't unpleasant. Her evening dress looking almost like she’d slept in it before returning home. She nodded her head, as he stood from his shadowy corner of the war room, where he enjoyed lounging like a dark jaguar, purring his commands and roaring his displeasure. Snuffing out his sweet smelling cigar, he stalked past his youngest, giving her a rewarding pat on her bare shoulder before slinking from the room, leaving her to victorious silence.
Placing her hands behind her back she smiled, tossing her dark brunette hair behind her shoulders as she turned around. As she did, Darius' massive figure stepped through the door, face molded into an eternal frown. Unlike on the battlefield, he was unarmored, but just as broad across the shoulders, and intimidating to look upon. It was strange seeing him outside his natural habitat, like a fish out of water. Cassiopeia smiled, eyes narrowing decisively as he walked in to take his seat, rustling a couple of papers as he began to ink out the beginnings of a report. She moved quietly to sit in the seat right next to him, which got her an apprehensive, sour look from the great warrior. It was thoroughly ignored as she crossed her legs, evening gown hiking up to her thighs. Casually she slid her hand over his knee and slowly up his thigh, gauging his reaction. Darius went to yank his leg away from the vixen, familiar with the sly approaches of women who, for the most part, only wanted something from him. Dark eyebrows shot up in surprise as, instead of pulling out of her supposed fragile grip, her claws sank into the flesh of his thigh and she leaned into his side, pressing herself close. "Going somewhere?" she purred, quirking her brow at him. He leaned pointedly away, furrowing his brows and grumbling at her heavily. "If you aren't going to share your report, then I'll take my leave."
Rolling her eyes, but undeterred, she gave a long sigh and glanced down at the paper before giving in and starting to divulge all the information she'd been able to milk from her target. He gruffly scratched out the details, mildly surprised she had been able to force so much from the target without spreading those long legs of hers, at least not all the way. He shifted uncomfortably as she rubbed her hand along his thigh, realizing very quickly how all too well how those hands could work in her favor. A favor he didn't particularly want to become. He glanced down, eyeing her warily as she gazed up at him, jade eyes half-lidded, dark red lips curled in a suggestive smile. His surprise slowly worked away. It would be easy to see how she could strip a man of his dignity with a couple of soft whispers and sultry promise, disgracing themselves in her presence.
"Are you done or are you going to keep staring at me?" she wondered softly with a slow wink. He sighed unhappily, disliking how easily she misread his calculations as petty gandering. Quickly looking away he started to shuffle the papers together, letting the pen roll away as he moved to stand. Darius felt like he couldn't exit the room soon enough, the instinctual need to get away from this devilish minx screaming at him. She would only be a distraction. A dangerous distraction. He was halted in his attempt as she quickly moved from her chair, straddling his thighs while wrapping her slender arms around his neck. Darius had to admire how snake-like her movements were, smooth and graceful. "Good. Now I can have fun with you." she purred, grinding her hips into his with a skill at her age, she shouldn't have had. Darius placed his large hands on her shoulders and pushed her slim body away, forcing her back into the table. "Get off of me Cassiopeia." he stated firmly, clenching his jaw.
The seventeen year old woman didn't listen, instead reached up to caress his cheek lightly, lips pouted. "Don't play coy with me Darius." she murmured, sliding her hand up into his dark hair, pressing her lips to the jugular vein in his neck, teeth just barely grazing his skin. "I'm just a woman that know's what she wants... and I want you to fuck me.." she purred against his skin, grinning at the mild look of shock that crossed his face. The crass harlot. He should have known in secret she was less than a lady, how could she be? Cass chuckled and pressed close to him, sliding her hand from his hair and down his chest, her other tugging at the buckle of his pants. "Never been offered a girl's virginity before? Or are you too good for unsoiled fruit?" she asked softly in his ear, wrapping her small hand around his length, which was starting to throb lightly. He rumbled dangerously at her, squeezing her shoulders tightly and resisting the urge to buck his hips up into her small hand that was slowly attempting to get a rise out of him.. and working. His teeth ground together as he tried to remove her from his person once more, without simply grabbing her by the thighs and throwing her across the room. Cassiopeia's warm tongue brushed against his earlobe as she shifted her hips again, moving to rub her wet, unclad pussy against his thickening length, moaning loudly in anticipation. He shouldn't have been surprised by the fact that she was wearing almost nothing under that dress. A struggling groan from Darius gave her the illusion of victory.

Cassiopeia's pleasure was quickly interrupted as he dropped his hands from her shoulders, grabbing her hips and picking her bodily up off of him. He stood, his chair making a loud racket as it fell backwards, clattering to the floor as he turned her around, shoving her heavily against the long war table. He forced her chest into the cool wood with a hard hand. Yanking up her dress he heard the satisfying snap of ripping seams and a surprised screech from his newfound prey. With a quick pop, he landed a thick hand on the soft flesh of her ass, getting a soft yelp from her ruby lips. "D-Darius!" she protested lightly, having not anticipated his rather alarming response. She was supposed to be the one in control of the situation, not him. Cassiopeia had not anticipated his counter attack. Darius made a gruff noise, reaching down to stroke his throbbing cock, forcing his painfully aroused length to full size, keeping his other hand hard on the back of her spine, making sure she didn't dare move. "Get your hand off of me." she demanded adamantly, wiggling under his hold, attempting to squeeze away from him. She was stopped as he took his hand from his own flesh, reaching to run his calloused fingers along her wet folds, searching for her sensitive nub of flesh. He knew he'd found it when she gave a loud squeak, her legs opening further for him in reflex. He took the invitation offered and quickly shoved two fingers deep into her slick passage, forcing a cry from her lips; “Quite demanding, for a fresh whore.” He growled, surprised when his digits met a bit of resistance within her deliciously snug tunnel. So she’d been truthful when teasing him with her virginity. One black brow quirked and he pumped his fingers into her at a steady rate, forcing mewl after moan from her pretty lips. "I am not a whore” She snapped, and he could hear the insolence in her voice. It nearly forced a chuckle from his chest. "Could have fooled me darling. How many others turned you down?” he demanded, pulling his fingers free and giving her little nub a harsh pinch, her body convulsing in pleasure, a strangled cry parting her lips.
“N-none! I offered to no one else.” She panted between her words, cheeks turning red as she attempted to push her torso up off the table to turn and look at him. Darius did not allow it, picking up the hand on her back only to shove between her shoulders, forcing her back into the table, “Do not move.” He demanded, sliding his hand up her shoulders to tangle his fingers into her thick brown hair and forcing her head against the wood of the table. A little whimper left her lips as she attempted to appeal to him with her soft, pathetic noises. He ignored her, hand wrapped around his cock once more as he began rubbing himself along her slit, “You wondered if I was too good for a virgin, and I'm certainly not. However I intend to make sure that no man ever mistakes you for what you really are again.” He stated simply. Before she could ask what he meant, he shoved himself inside of her, picking her head up by the hair, other hand clinging tightly to her hips; he did not move slowly, instead hitting hilt deep into her snug hole, ripping away her fragile innocence. Cassiopeia’s scream of pain pleased him more than he thought it should have, and he held her close as she wriggled and tried to hunch away from the pain. Darius was not releasing her, grip tight on her hair as he thrust heavily against her struggles, using her as leverage for his pounding. The slapping of their flesh accompanied the pleasing painful whimpers and grunts she was pushing out every moment that he spent invading her defiled pussy.
“What’s the matter Cass? I thought you wanted me to fuck you.” He growled, releasing her hair, nearly laughing as the distinctive sound of her cursing reached his ear. He had to give it to her, she was quite creative with the names she was coming up with for him. Leaning slightly, he reached around her waist, rough fingers once more seeking out her tiny clit, roughly pinching and grinding against it once located. The instant source of pleasure had her choking on moans instead of curses as she attempted not to release, not wanting to show that she might actually be enjoying the displeasing treatment. It’s not what she wanted at all. She’d wanted to take him, make him moan her name and beg her to fuck him… Wanted to ride him like those big beautiful stallions her father liked to keep in his stables. Cassiopeia was always in control, and she hated losing it. Especially to him, the wonderfully smug bastard.
“Say my name Cass.” He demanded, rocking his hips into her as he assaulted her sensitive flesh, his firm movements slowly starting to rock the table he had forced her over. The young spy shook her head, choking out a defiant mewl as pleasure flooded her system; even the feel of his cock inside of her was starting to feel deliciously good, her walls clenching and quivering around his length. “Over my d-dead body.” She hissed, turning her head to glare at him. Darius let go of her hips and immediately grabbed her hair once more, shoving her face back into the table as he arched himself over her, pumping his cock more roughly into her soft folds. His other hand never left her clit, pinching it hard as he growled in her ear. “Say it. Tell me.. who do you belong to?” He snapped, slamming his hips into her own, forcing the table a couple of inches forward. The young woman gasped, a loud cry slipping past her lips, quickly followed by his name. “D-darius! Gods, fuck you.. Darius!” she cried loudly, tilting her head back into the hard grip of his hand. Pleased by this, despite her ornery backlash, he continued with his hard, slamming pace, moving the table forward every couple of thrusts. “Again. Scream it for me.” He demanded, tilting his head back as he allowed himself a moment to savor in her. Cassiopeia wasn't a total liar. She'd been untouched, that was for sure, her tight walls closing around his cock like a vice, attempting to milk him of everything he could give her, and Darius was not one to discredit the wonderful act of defiling untouched flesh.
Cass refused at first teeth biting into her bottom lip sharply, but with his constant abuse of her tiny nub and the steady and thorough fucking, she nearly drowned in the pleasure of the orgasm that rocked her body, sending her into shuddering convulsions. She broke, and she screamed. Screamed his name like a harpy, her nails dragging against the wood, scarring it deeply. Her body worked against him pliantly, and he groaned, a little disappointed that he seemed to have over-worked her sensitivity just a bit. Darius would have much rather have left her wanting, unsatisfied, but it didn't matter either way. He would ruin her completely.
"Good girl.." he purred lowly, bucking his hips into hers thoroughly a few more times before he pulled away, spreading her slick lips wide as he began to stroke his own cock, wet with her juices. He gave a few low grunts, savoring the pleasure for a few moments before, with a hiss, he released himself onto her flesh, giving a pleased sigh. Cassiopeia cursed him half-heartedly but didn't move, still dazed and quivering. Giving her ass a pat, he brushed himself off on her thigh before he pulled up his trousers, slowly rebuckling them into place. Picking up the report that had scattered beside her he walked out of the room, leaving her alone and spread for whomever else wanted to walk in and find her.
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