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Poor Fortune	By : Msunderland Category: +G through L > League of Legends Views: 5535 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own League of Legends, it's characters or any related material from League/Riot Games. I make no money from these works. Note Originally posted under Supermassiveburrito on Archiveofourown.org

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She had been dumped onto an odd approximation of a shore. The water was a faint purple and disturbingly still with only the smallest signs of movement and waves only really audible at the line itself. In place of sand the ground was a second sea of obsidian-like material and was almost as still as the waters with occasional dips and crests. Pretty to look at but all was a reminder that this place was not home.
To the north the land rose into greater hills and beyond those was a forest of rocky crags jutting from the red soil she had begun treading. The sky was a pale purple near the same shade as the sea and devoid of clouds. To the east the waters continued endlessly but the western side was blocked from view by a massive piece of stone greater than many castles she had seen. The air carried no scent and the wind was calm. Her breasts were still stained blue.
The good captain was no stranger to indignities but nothing quite that vulgar had ever been committed against her. Admittedly she had also never been thrown into the void without aid or armament either but the point remained. Sarah was a wonderfully violent woman when it came to her job. She wasn’t a goody two-shoes officer of Piltover bound by a book of rules and regulations thick enough to execute criminals with. No, in Bilgewater if a man broke into your home you broke his spine. Perhaps his legs too, if you felt it necessary or should the mood take you. And that attitude carried well into what Bilgewater called a police force. She and her crew wouldn’t tolerate criminals and if that poor bastard happened to be a pirate then their death sentence was always effective with a hint of cruelty.

The seed was still warm even minutes after being shot at her. It clung to her skin and bits of it were hanging off her nipples. Her pants were stained and her annoyance boiled like saltwater attended by a careless chef in training. There wasn’t anything else around to clean it off as she didn’t think it wise to test the strange waters nor did she have any other dry cloth. Her breasts now wobbled with each step. They were bigger than the woman’s head and while maintaining a very appealing roundness, gravity still did draw them downward somewhat. They heavily contrasted her fairly thin waist which was even further offset by a set of incredible birthing hips flanked by far more than a handful on her behind.
Really, she found the hair more annoying. While the skin could be rubbed clean, she had learned all too well what sticky things do to hair after a handful of schoolyard scraps with gum and glue ended not as cleanly as desired. Her long, if perhaps now a tad messy, hair was a shining red against her pale and occasionally freckled skin. It reached down to her waist and was tied loosely with a ribbon.
This was all she had. She carried nothing but her pants and boots. Even the chest with her captured relics was missing. Though by no means a coward or otherwise easily scared; wandering the void unarmed and exposed was hardly a comfortable endeavor.
“I think as long as nothing like that oversized cricket pops up, maybe I’ll have a chance of getting outta here.”
There had been no signs of life until she reached the rocks. Far off in the distance she could see the jumpy bastards on the ground on either side of the rocks, some moving and some curled up. Though the encounter made it seem that the worst they might do is molest her she was still too familiar with how vicious and excessive death at the hands of void spawn could be. Better to avoid at all costs than risk the next fight turning bloody.
“Better sticky than dead…but let’s not make assumptions.” she thought.

The rocks were giant and looked mostly the same as the ground by the shore. Smooth, pitch black but now with lines of green snaking through the emptiness. They’d make for nice decoration material were the situation more permitting tourism and gift shop visits. They were lined close enough and were wide enough to severely limit visibility through but passage between them was accommodating.
Two or three minutes had passed in the rocks but she didn’t see any of the beasts around. The air was cooler in there, the chill causing her pink nipples to harden. The paths opened to a larger ring: about twenty feet in all directions and with a much larger stone in the center with small stones dotted around it in a spiral shape. The small ones were now green with black lines through them and the mother stone was solid black throughout.
Her steps were slow. Her eyes focused on the outside of the ring to watch for ambush now that she was in the open and her breathing was shallow. She had passed the largest stone but while looking back at it her foot caught a small one sending her quickly to the ground.
“God damn!” she grumbled under her breath, annoyed at her own mistake more than anything else.

On her hands and knees her breasts brushed over a stone. The rock lit up for a few seconds in a burst of green before becoming soft like fresh noodles. She looked at it, staying still and quiet but to no avail. A few other stones near her mirrored the first; some five in total but all laid soft on the ground. She rose to her feet and softly stepped over one of them to try and quietly exit. This was a mistake.
The soft thing extended up to her neck and gripped it just tight enough to choke, pulling her back down to her knees in a sudden jerk. Two more reached out to take her wrists. They pulled her arms back and threw her down hard enough to knock the wind from her entirely. She thrashed about in a wild panic from the blow but her feet struck another stone completely dislodging it before it flashed like the others. Two more were dislodged like this during the struggle but she was too late to notice before they softened and began to move. Another two gripped her ankles. She was now completely immobilized as the fifth took hold of her throat again.
One of the freed tentacle things slithered between her legs, lifting itself onto her. Its cold tip dragged up her stomach and as it pulled away she felt a warmth in her belly button that spread out as the creature approached, spreading outwards in what felt like hazy roundness. It rose and came onto her stomach, the cum splattering across her toned abs as the tentacle retreated down and pressed against her crotch. She wanted to scream but even as the wind came back to her she was still being choked enough to keep her silenced.
The realization that she was still covered was quick and the tentacle rose to soon find the the brim of her pants. The two on her ankles quickly followed; taking hold of her pants and began pulling them down. They reached her knees before entering and ripping them apart. She was completely exposed now, her legs bound again and spread open.
The free one lowered itself. Its tip rubbed against her trimmed cunt like a desperate tongue teased by a cinnamon pie. It pressed into her; slick enough to inch in but too dry to easily enter. She grit her teeth and pulled her arms in harder. It pushed an inch further causing her pain as it forcefully, albeit steadily split her. Tears formed as its mass swelled inside her and her limbs grew hot and weak from the strain of fighting. The tentacle pulled out entirely to rub itself in the cum on her stomach before aiming and rapidly thrusting itself fully into her as far as she could take it. Her mouth shot open and her legs twitched and shuddered. The tentacles relaxed slightly. Her arms dropped and her strength fled.

Another of the freed pricks poked at her mouth but she tried to keep it shut. The tentacle around her throat tightened again in sync with the one inside her giving another fast pump and the shock of it made her open her mouth just enough for it to slip inside, filling her and sliding to the back. Her throat was relieved of the choking but her head was still held down.
Two more stones activated on her sides and as they extended the third tentacle got onto her chest. The two new ones became instantly transfixed with her breasts. They touched their tips against her erect nipples and poked at them before slowly pushing them in and rubbing gently against them. The one on her chest slipped between her breasts and the two on her nipples wrapped around them. They took hold and pulled the great things together allowing the one between to have more contact while it let loose its seed to lubricate itself.
Another stone between her legs flashed and darted to her slit. The one already inside squeezed itself and the new one began pressing into her alongside it. Two attempts and it was in; filling her as wide as possible. Her eyes snapped shut and tears flowed without restraint. Her face burned. She wasn't sure how much of it was pain of body or pain of indignity.
The two in her cunt expanded and condensed at random. Her stomach bulged with their thrusts, only very slightly made tolerable by her slit becoming wet from the forced stimulation. She could taste cum pooling in her mouth forcing her to swallow it as to not choke on it. Her nipples ached from the pulling and the thrusting between her breasts increased. Her legs spasmed again and her back arched. Her battered cunt clung to the siege engines but their pumps only swelled in force in tandem with their swelling of size.

Her eyes opened. They rolled back.

Both in her cunt stopped and fattened, her stomach bulging again before the burst of purple escaped her. It pooled around underneath her, exploding out with an awful pop as the two inside her hastily evacuated. Without any hesitation one of those wrapped around her ankles took their place, immediately pushing into her with a gush of cum being forced out. She loosed a muffled shout, the thing in her mouth pushing into her throat again. The pumping between her tits ended with another flood of warmth, coating her stomach and running down her sides.
Her mouth was then filled with the taste of fruit dashed with sea salt. It filled to her lips and dripped out. She choked and gagged as she forced it down, the tentacle flopping out of her mouth with a weighty thump. She coughed and the syrupy liquid splashed out over her face and into her hair, much to even greater infuriation than the last time.
Her nipples were finally released, her giant glazed spheres laying low with a grand bounce. She set her head back trying to find something to use to escape. She saw a stone in arms length flash but it remained dark and stiff. Its tip had a small but intent point and with enough force it looked capable of damage. Inch by inch she moved her hand over to it, taking hold before jerking her arm. The tentacle on her wrist noticed and pulled her back in bringing the stone with her. If the tentacles were taking turns with her then she just needed to wait till her arm was free.
Sooner than she thought; the thing filled her with it’s load. As thick and revolting as the others, the bastard popped out with a warm flood. Her luck swung again as her equipped arm was released and the tentacle around her neck joined it. She waited as one of them entered her battered gash cautiously pressing itself in as far as it would go. Her arm lifted carefully, her aim held until the perfect chance revealed itself.

The stone came down with devastating precision. It pierced the foul thing, the width of it almost enough to completely sever the end. It ripped out of her and flailed into the air as the stone fell out of it. She grabbed it again and pierced the one on her other wrist as it tightened in response to movement. The blow connected, the tentacle split. She took aim for the last around her ankle but it seemed unwilling to wait. It let her go and withdrew from the screaming woman.
“Not that easy!” she roared.
In a second she was already on her feet and the fourth was in her hands. She held it with both hands, squeezing and pulling hard enough to flatten it down to less than half of its usual size. She bit down into it screaming with fire and hate; the thing tearing apart in her teeth. The cum inside it blew onto her mouth but she couldn’t be bothered to care. She took the free ones and moved to the large stone, slamming them against it in a shower of gore as they exploded from the not-at-all excessive force. Her dignity could be taken but there wasn’t much to protect whatever was bold enough to try.
Her vengeance was cut short as more stones lit up. She took the loose one and bolted from the patch. Her slender form snaked and dashed through the crags until she felt her legs would give out. The weight of her breasts bouncing free with each determined step did nothing to slow her and soon she left the crags.

But that did very little when she saw what had been obscured from her view. Her gut sank and her knees felt weak.

“That doesn’t make sense…..”
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