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Poor Fortune	By : Msunderland Category: +G through L > League of Legends Views: 5535 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The Void was a dark and unknowable place home to atrocities and horrors. Few knew intricate knowledge of the monsters it spawned and fewer still knew of the plane itself. What stood before the ravaged captain was something very befitting of the void.
Towers larger any castle made up the entire horizon but not a single one was made of stone. They were all steel and glass and there were countless numbers of them. She tried counting the glass panes on the smallest one she saw and ended with twenty two.
Ten minutes of walking brought her to the metal citadels. They reminded her of Piltover but they still seemed too different. There were roads of some weird stone and it was obvious that this was a highly advanced city.
“A whole city in the void?”
Her voice was hoarse and ragged, her eyes red and her hair thrashed. She had not even a shred of her clothes; not even her boots since she had taken them off while floating outside of Bilgewater. Her skin was still warm and glazed with semen, trails of it leaked down her legs from her flooded slit and a some had been shaken off from the force of her breasts bouncing while she fled the stones. All she had was the loose stone.
She wandered the city for some ten or twenty minutes. There were signs this had been a thriving place once.
“Did the void do this?”
It’s not like anyone had ever thrown a city into the void to see what would happen. She didn’t see bodies so either the entire place was picked clean or none of the citizens were taken with it. Her body ached and her muscles throbbed. As desperate as she was to find her escape she knew she needed rest and clearly the outdoors could only promise more sickening creatures.
She decided to try a smaller building near her. It was grey like the rest and the glass was coated in dust and dirt. Rust spread out from the corners of the thing but otherwise it was intact. Nothing was broken nor did it appear dangerous in any other ways. There were even lights on in the doorway.
The doors were wide open and the hinges were rusted in place. All of the lights in the main hall were on and the entrance led her to a massive red and gold staircase. She was in an elegant place and above her she could see rows of rooms.
“An inn?” she thought.
She passed by a few of these doors reading the numbers on them. She picked 219 and turned the handle. There was slight resistance but it quickly gave in giving the impression that if there were once a lock, it long since rusted away. The room had lights that turned on as she brushed her hands against the inner wall, hitting some small toggle. The place was bigger than she thought it could be. Massive leathery couches sat in a huge room with a fireplace and some kind of black panel. There was a small kitchen and she could see more rooms further on.
“This room is damn near half the size of the old inn!”
Her eyes were wide with a mix of shock and curiosity. Everything was familiar enough for her to partially recognize but not a single civilization she knew of was remotely like this. Though the intrigue of discovering this city’s secrets were tempting, rest was required and a bed was in view but even that had to wait just a bit longer as she was still wet and sticky from the assaults. She entered what had to be a bathing room but one larger and more furnished than she expected.
Water still flowed but whether it was a miracle or still just the void not making sense, she didn’t care. She turned the handle on the shower and in a minute there was warm and remarkably clean looking water. It was clear and felt perfect on her aching muscles. It poured over her skin, cleansing the filth from her and soothing her to the core. She froze for a second letting the water cascade off of her breasts. A bottle sat on a shelf reading ‘First Class Shampoo - hair care product’. She poured it onto her hair, running her fingers all through it to work out the gunk and hopefully bring it back to its burning shine.
A few minutes later she emerged feeling calmed and ready for rest. This place could throw whatever atrocities it wanted at her, it could beat and assault her all it wanted but she was the goddamn Captain. The Sheriff of Bilgewater. She refused to be broken so easily and once she had rested she’d just carry on till she found her way home. She flopped down onto the huge bed, her eyes closed. She was gone.

Her sleep was deep and a dream of dancing birds floated through her. When her eyes opened again there hadn’t been any change in the landscape: the same light shone through the window of the main room even though she must have slept for hours. Made some sense as it wasn’t readily apparent that there was even a sun to rise and set, just that somewhere something made enough light to lock this place in a hazy twilight.
Her footsteps were clumsy and loud even on soft carpeting. Awkward hands rubbed against half-functional eyes. She searched the kitchen for a moment before finding a glass and getting water from the sink. Quick gulps thumped in the quiet room and soon three glasses were down.
*clang*
Her head turned, an ear pointed back. Something was in the bathroom. She ducked down behind the counter and peered around just on the side of it. She held her breath now awake but trying to stay calm.
“Saw a sign for stairs down the hall. Sneak out of the room, get through that door and try to find a new room with a lock.” she thought to herself.
She stayed low and tiptoed slowly to the still open front door. She cursed at herself for not closing it. Another step and another clang. She wanted to try running but what if the thing in there was fast? She had a foot outside the door, the thing set a foot into the hall.
Foot might be incorrect. It was fat like a tiger paw but chitinous like so many other things from this place. Two clawed toes tapped on the floor and the leg was thin but grossly elongated. She hid behind the door with one eye locked on the fresh hell stepping into view.
No less than seven feet tall. Two legs, two arms. Sharp claws about four inches long on spindly, fragile looking fingers. Its torso was rounded at the center and its shoulders were miniscule giving the idea that the creature was build for speed or acrobatics above strength. The thing’s head began in a pointed mantis-like face topped with the same giant eyes; solid black aside from the tiny purple pupil. The head extended back almost a foot in a cone and two stubby antennae flicked between it’s eyes. Bizarrely there wasn't any insectoid thorax but a reptilian tail some two or three feet long and segmented in widely spaced portions. It stood still, one antennae pointed towards the door. Its head snapped to her; soulless eyes locking onto her.
She bolted down that fucking hallway. She ran as if every pirate she had ever killed were chasing her but it didn't help much as the chittering horror tore out of the room dragging its claws against the wall. Its stride made it far too fast to outrun, her plan absolutely wouldn't work. Her eyes peeked down into an open room. She saw a cart with some dishes but most importantly a kitchen knife.
The risk was deemed worthy and she took hold of the railing and swung her legs over it, swinging down but holding on to break the momentum. As she clung to the railing she could feel another warmth on her belly but she couldn’t be bothered by it. She dropped down, pain shot into her legs but she didn't care. She turned and bolted. The beast followed her down with a vile shriek and landed with naught but a heavy tap.
In mere seconds she was slamming her hand down on the cart and sprinting further into the giant kitchen with knife in hand. She saw a prep table with a large empty space underneath and had an idea. She tossed the knife under the table to try and obscure it from the creature’s sight, her intuition kicking in. If she felt that warmth around another beast than she had a good idea what it would do.
She rounded the table and turned, squatted and waited. The thing stopped in front of her and froze. The antennae flicked like mad but below she saw something slither out from under its plating. A long phallus appeared with five ridges on its head forming the shape of a star. It came from underneath the pelvis instead of more from the front, rising back up and forward in an awkward hook design; pink in colour and growing stiff. It bent and lowered itself to her level, creeping forward until it was face to face with her. She tried to stay calm but her fingers couldn’t find the knife. She looked and her stomach dropped. The knife hadn’t travelled far enough; it was a foot away from her.
Hands reached up to her breasts and grabbed them tight. They were still sore from earlier but now she felt that same warmth on her nipples. She was bending back and arching, her breasts were being kneaded by the curious monster. It gave them slow and intent squeezes while looking her over while chittering loudly. She wanted to reach for the knife but she couldn’t pull away from the unwanted massage. But it only got worse as her nipples continued to warm up. Erect and aching, with one final squeeze milk began to drip.
“That’s not a good sign.” she whispered.
The implication was obvious and her worry took hold in seconds. The second assault might have had a terrible effect on her and try as she might to stay focused on what was happening she couldn’t pull away from the thought. Kassadin never spoke of void spawn impregnating people but even he couldn’t know everything about such an impossible place. Could it truly be such a repugnant thing as that? If it was then she feared how poorly it would progress.
The bug opened its disgustingly hinged mouth and quickly latched onto her nipple. Tiny teeth nibbled against it and it took that breast in both hands, squeezing and massaging it further. Its suction was in a constant and monotonous rhythm but its eyes remained locked onto her while it fed; frightening her no matter how oddly gentle it was. She could see its cock throbbing above her slit and thought back on the first monster on the shore.
“Left after it came....didn’t care where…”
Though the idea was still repulsive and disheartening she knew there was a chance to free herself and deliver the killing blow without another awful ordeal like the crags. Her right hand rubbed her free nipple, squeezing it and covering her hand in warm milk. She moved her hand in a steady pace to the monster’s cock, careful not to agitate it. The very second her hand touched it its head jerked to the right, it bit down harder on her nipple and it snapped a hand around her wrist. Her left hand squeezed the tit in its mouth while the right caressed the five stiff ridges on its member. It seemed pleased, releasing her hand and resuming its meal.
The god forsaken thing looked to be at least a foot long from her angle and two to three inches wide at the head. It was soft and the milk let her hand run over it with ease. She tightened her grip on the shaft, slowly gliding front to back and massaged her breast with greater determination. Milk dripped onto her legs and the warmth surprised her just a bit. As much as she despised it, the beast’s suckling on her nipple didn’t feel unpleasant; merely odd and foreign.
Thinking about the first creature gave her another idea that might speed up the process. Her right hand returned to her breast, milk dripping out at a far greater rate. She pointed her nipple at the cudgel and sprayed her warmth at it, coating it and watching it twitch with each spray. Its head turned a bit and looked down as she put more milk in her hand and rubbed it between her breasts. Her hand gripped the thing’s cock and slowly pulled it towards her chest. The creature took the hint and stood up; its throbbing cock now low enough for her.

She rose to her knees, kneading both milky spheres onto the monster. White warmth poured down it and dripped to the floor. It was wet and she decided to try, wrapping them around the creature. The size of it had just the head poking out from her incredible cleavage while she used her forearms to press them tighter. She motioned up and down its length in steady but quick rhythm, increasing her speed to try and hurry the process. The knife was much too far and the monster was too fast for her to readily land a blow on anything vital to killing it.
“I’d love to slice off its fucking cock….” she thought, but denied as it was more likely to just anger it.
The thing took a long step forward and pressed its member against her lips. A short shriek came from its jerking head and its claws tapped the table next to them. Her plump lips parted just enough for her tongue to escape, slipping between the ridges while she stroked it with her breasts. Hot breath poured over it as she began to taste the sweetness of her milk on it. The spot on her belly heated up again and her nipples followed suit.
With each pump more milk flowed until it streamed freely for as long as she squeezed. White pooled under her and she released the creature for a moment to lube it again but it seemed more interested in milk than in her. It quickly squatted down and drank from the pool on the floor. Even still it was too close to try attacking it but yet another idea still came to her.
A bowl sat on the table just within her reach. She took her left breast and sprayed the creature's face and in just a second it snapped back to her, taking its place on her nipple once again. Her other hand reached up and brought the bowl down. She placed it below her and started milking herself into it. Each squeeze of the enormous orb brought a torrent of sweet white, her hands working both breasts while the club throbbed with mad desire. Her nipples ached with sickening pleasure and she could feel herself burning between her legs.
As soon as the bowl was half full she double checked her plan. Move the bowl to her left, put it to where the creature has to turn away from her, take the knife and stab it in the head. Simple plan, easy plan. Her left hand took the bowl, slowly sliding it under the creature's head. Antennae flicked and its hands took the bowl from her. It pushed forward and knocked her on her back placing itself with its cock directly over her mouth.
It pulsed with a crazed heart beat and small globs of thick blue cum dribbled across her plump pink lips. Her thoughts returned to the first plan and if it was acting like that then it must be close. A gentle tug down to her and it lowered its prick into her open mouth. The entirety of its head just barely fit comfortably enough and it sank deep. Her lips wrapped around and held tight while her tongue flicked across the ridges. She sucked hard and the salty-sweetness of milk and seed mixed in her.
With each throb more and more cum spilled into her mouth but the thing wouldn’t climax. Her legs opened on their own to spread wide and expose her soaked cunt. As awful as this thing was she couldn’t refuse how her body was naturally programmed to act. All of the rubbing and suckling and tastes fueled her in a morbid fashion. Twitchy fingers glided over her clit and pressed into the heated folds before diving in without hesitation.
She unconsciously paired her fingers with her bobbing on the head and by this point had relaxed enough to enjoy herself. Less concerned about immediate retribution, though she hadn’t forgotten about the knife, she could be content with nonviolent understanding so long as she could leave this encounter without further danger. Her eye kept notice of the blade, however. She knew the thing would try to find her again so she’d have her fun before removing the obstacle from her path.

Unfortunately her change in desire would be poorly reciprocated as the beast was intent on ending the encounter before she could truly have fun. She knew the creatures of the void were horrifying, violent atrocities but she never thought ‘selfish lover’ could also describe them. It tossed the bowl down with an echoing clack on the old tiles and looked off to the door for a moment. It raised itself out of her mouth; spit and cum dripping down onto her outstretched tongue. As it stood and took a step back it quickly crouched down again as if ducking behind the table. She took her chance and shifted towards her right, moving just far enough to finally take hold of the knife before moving back and keeping her hand hidden.
Its gaze never left the door but she couldn't see or hear anything. Its head was just slightly too far to hit from on her back and its chest plating looked too thick to risk. Thankfully it lowered itself again just within striking distance of its thin neck. It put its hand under her lower back and lifted her, pressing the tip of its cock against her slit.

She could kill it. She could destroy it finally but she could understand her need to get something from it. She looked at the star poking her, at the fluids still pumping out with each twitch.

“Fuck it… “

Her legs lifted and she gave its cock a tug. Without breaking its gaze it pushed into her fully; the ridges filling her as it sank in as deep as it could, the length of it now shown to make up for the odd design of its pelvis with only perhaps five inches reaching in. It began thrusting in and out of her with heightened vigor. Her mouth hung open from the alien sensation of its prick, her thick thighs wobbled from spasming muscles and her breasts bounced wildly with every pump. She let out a soft moan, just one tiny admission of lust. The beast paused. It pushed in pressing her against the floor. The heat came and for a few seconds its seed gushed from it into her and back out onto the floor.
The sound of gooey liquid spilling out ceased. She gripped the knife tight.
“Bad form to finish early.”
It was half way into turning to look at her when the eight inch knife pierced the light plating on its neck and broke through the other side. One eye locked onto her while it's body shuddered a few times. Her cum covered lips opened to a smile like a blood coated axe head and a sickening cracking sound grew loud as she twisted the knife, splitting more plating like corn chips exploding under a boulder dropped on them from fifty feet. She laughed when she realized she was now a mantis like the creature had somewhat imitated. They mated and the female took its head.
The body crumpled down on top of her though it was too light to hurt. She laid there in the pool of steaming hot seed, the beast still inside and filling her. She breathed deep and listened to the silence thinking of what it had seen or heard. For a moment she wanted to lie down and relax, taking some pleasure in how filling the monster was and laughing again as the head rolled off its shattered neck. Blood seeped out but it didn’t bother her. She'd have to shower again anyway so she might as well rest a moment before having to give up her mate.
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