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An Exercise in Futility	By : LadyofJustice Category: +G through L > League of Legends Views: 15647 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Author's Note: Sorry this took so long to get out. It took me a long time to decide how I was going to end this. I went through at least 100 various endings and just wasn't happy with it. Darius just isn't nice enough to be unconditionally loving so. Hopefully this ending is satisfactory to that ideal, I felt like it was probably the most likely way it would happen. Going to be working on another story soon that shouldn't be so difficult to write. Thanks for reading!
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The heat was growing unbearable under the suit of armor as Darius hefted his axe and split a squawling minion in two, ending it's nonexistant life for the gold coins in it's pocket. They were charging down the lanes. With six turrets sitting in the rubble on their side of the mountain rift, it was getting harder and harder to hold back. The enemy team with their five summoners were outclassing them soundly, and Darius hated losing. If that wasn't enough, not only was the giant oaf Garen part of their ranks, but also the silent form of a familiar snake-like Du Couteau. She was draped in white silk and gold, iron claws covering her delicate hands, a golden crown glittering on her forehead. Cassiopeia looked nothing like the dejected creature he'd pretended to break his heart over, for her sake, and for his own life. Then she'd been extremely emotional, broken, a shadow of her formal self. When you took the beauty from the snake, she withered, her only weapon gone. Now she seemed completely remade, vicious and angry. She'd slaughtered through his whole team multiple times, poison cutting through skin and causing them all to deteriorate until she could finish them off with her crippling gaze.

She'd caught him once, and where he expected she'd hesitate, she struck, tearing through him so quickly he was choking on his own blood before he even realized, his nerve endings screaming in pain as he fell to one knee, unable to move. With skin of solid stone, poison hissing at his knees, he began to black out. She'd kissed him as he died, and the feel of her lips still burned on his own. He'd emerged from the safety of his fountain rock hard and angry, charging back into his lane determined to split her skull with his axe, and yet every time he approached she was stronger. It drove him to madness. He could cleave through her team as easily as butter, but with her bolstering their backs, using them as meat sheilds so she could assault them all, it was all for naught. They fell once more, and the battle was over, as the announcer declared Victory for her, and delt him a heavier Defeat.

It played on his mind as he exited the rift and stepped onto the platform of the blimp that would take them back down to the Halls of Justice, and he watched her with a heavy gaze as she sat in her seat, slim tail curled before and beneathe her, examining her dangerous claws with a look of complete boredom. Garen was boasting in the corner, his laugh obnoxious and arrogant. Darius white-knuckled the grip on his axe and tried to drown them both out, turning to gaze out of the widow as they decended the mountainside. A chill ran down his spine after a moment and he knew she was watching, those dangerous eyes. If he turned would they be happy? Angry? Spiteful? He didn't turn to see, and allowed her gaze to bore holes into his back.

A few hours later he was standing in one of the shower rooms located in the Halls, volcanic hair plastered to his face as the steam caused the mirror to fog. He ran a hand through the white streak as he glowered at his own reflection and reached for his towel. As soon as he did, the door opened, and a familiar gaze caught his own. "Oh." Cassiopeia's voice was curt as her gaze dropped down his naked body, claws tapping against the door frame as she lingered. "Sorry." she said unapologetically, turning around and starting to slam the door. Before it had the chance to close he had lept forward, the door bouncing easily off of his shoulder as he grabbed her from behind and drug her back into the shower room. She gave a yelp of surprise and dug the metal points of her sharp claws into his arm, drawing blood as she struggled against him. "Let me go!" she demanded with a snake-like hiss, thrashing against him as he slamed the door closed and yanked at the lock. He ignored her protests, his thick arms keeping her close against his chest as he ripped the silk from her body, gold fastenings falling to the marbled floor with a loud clang. Her claws tore long scratches into his arm but he ignored that as well, turning her around and shoving her against the counter, leaning back to look at her lustily.

Her breasts looked bigger, heavier now that they were free from her silk clothes, hips fuller than they had been a year ago. She was definitely older, having grown into her body more. All the way down her hips, the smooth scales started, hiding and binding her legs together like that of a snake's tail. "I was wondering if you kept that pretty cunt." he growled, reaching down to stroke his rock hard cock, looking more than pleased. It was there, having been hidden by the folds of silk and a hard golden belt, painted with blue designs, right where her thigs would have parted was the slick pink slit, even topped with a tiny nub. She did not resist as he plunged two fingers into her snug passage, thumb pressing hard against her clit. Instead, her hips rose up a dark rosy red crossing her cheeks as she moaned, her claws making a clicking noise as she dug them into the hard surface of the counter. "I was worried I'd have to use your mouth instead." he grumbled, raising his hand from his shaft and reaching for her wrist. He gave it a hard squeeze as he yanked her close, forcing her face close to his. "If those claws so much as pinch, let alone cut the skin, I will choke you with my bloody cock." he threatened quietly before loosening his hard grip on her wrist and putting her hand onto his pulsing flesh. Cassiopeia nodded as she closed her grip around him, beginning to stroke and squeeze in time with his plunging fingers, causing him to exude a loud purring growl, sounding too much like a massive feline.

"I hate you." she whimpered softly voice low and lusty, hips undulating back and forth in time with his plunging fingers. Darius sighed as she worked her agile hand eagerly across his flesh. "I don't care." he mumbled, leaning forward pulling his fingers from her sticky passage, as he repositioned himself he slid them over her lips, forcing her to open her mouth to accept them. "Your body certainly doesn't." he growled as he used his free hand to grab his cock, pushing it against the soft wetness of her pussy. Yanking his fingers from her mouth he reached down under her waist to give himself better angle as he thrust into her, not stopping until his balls rested flush against the scales of her tail. It was definitely a different experience. He was used to sliding between her thighs, feeling them wrap around his waist, used to her body easily undulating against his own, completely free to move. Now he had to hold her in a fashion, so that she could be accessable to him without the bulk of her tail getting in the way. It didn't stop her from wiggling, moving and bucking against him, her walls clamped as tightly as they had before around his cock. He would have to think about the fact that he was fucking a snake later, right now he could only think about how good it felt to be inside her again.
It didn't help that she had reached up, grabbing his shoulders, claws digging so deeply that rivulets of blood streamed down his chest as she clutched at him. Her human body, pressed flush against his made it almost feel like she had not changed at all, as if she'd only been gone a few days instead of months. Darius continued to thrust into her with a wild abandon, grunting loudly with effort until he nearly snarled with pleasure as her body clamped around him with a vicelike grip. The new muscles on her lower half did nothing but help her insides more easily grip and suck at him, and with one well timed clench and pull he groaned and spilled his seed inside of her, filling her snug hole until he could feel their combined fluids leaking out between his skin and her scales. Darius hadn't even noticed her screaming, body convulsed in pleasure, tail wound tightly against his leg, which he just now realized was slowly starting to go numb. He grimaced with the realization and frowned. Despite the fact that her scales, especially brushed against his skin made him feel strange and uncomfortable, he could still feel the willing pull in his cock at the sight of her, ready to be rock hard once more, if only in a few minutes.
Prying her from around his thigh he slowly slid himself from her, spine shivering as she gave the softest moan as he did. He gave her seed-filled cunt a few soft pats and slid his free hand into her curled updo, pulling her close, off of the counter, tilting her head to bring her ear up to his lips. "I never said you could be anything but mine." he growled, hand leaving her soft folds to stroke at his semi-flaccid cock once more as he forced her to the ground. Looking up at him defiantly she curled her claws around his waist, making sure to dig them in deep enough so he could really feel it. "I'm not your toy to play with and toss away as you choose Dari-" He silenced her by pressing his head against her lips, forcing himself into her mouth with a quick thrust that had her gasping in surprise. "Hush. I expect you and your things back in my chambers at once when we return. And you'd best remember how to keep that tongue in check or else I'll have to.." he gave a forceful thrust into her throat, causing her to gag, "..reteach you how to be silent." he finished with a sigh, pulling away to allow her a brief gasp of air. It didn't last long as he began a quick tempo of hard thrusts into her throat, going deeper with each one before taking a moment to pull away, letting her cough and gasp for air before he repeated the process, making pleased noises the whole time. She would catch back on soon enough, her skill would come back with practice, but for now he paid little mind to her discomfort as he enjoyed the lips he so loved to have wrapped about him only a little while before.

After her transformation she had been unconfident, broken and measly. He'd done his best attempt at groveling when he left her (which was poorly attempted, but attempted at least), to avoid at least some of Katarina's immenient wrath, but anyone who knew him knew it to be a farce, even Cassiopeia. She'd taken it with grace and said nothing. But this was not that Cassiopeia. That Cassio had been a shadow of her former self, a husk. And now she was back, and it was as if he'd been looking into a mirror of the past earlier, when she tore him down so easily on the feild, as if he'd been a straw dummy instead of the Hand of Noxas. He gave another hard thrust and was met with an enthusiastic moan. This was the woman he'd kept in his bedchambers, had chosen to stand at his side when he met with politicians and the woman he thought of those sleepless nights on the battlefield when he was exhausted and there was nothing else to live for but the adrenaline of battle and the glory of a violent death. It was the smallest piece of himself that he had back, and he did not intend on letting it go again, not after it had returned, stronger.

Darius would quickly finish himself off once more, sending his sticky payload down her throat before he scooped her up and returned them both to his chambers inside the Hall. The remaining day and the evening that followed they would spend tangled in his comforter, and he would take her until his muscles burned and his body threatened to collapse. And only then would he let her ride, wind and wiggle her way to bliss atop him, as he lay back on the bed, admiring the way her breasts bounced and how her hair fell, the feel of her claws scoring new marks along his scarred chest. And in the exhaustion that followed, as he lay with his young prize beneathe his arm, resting quietly against his chest all he could think of was what a pointless exercise in futility the whole thing had been. He'd left her only to have her slither back between his legs and into his bed, and it made him question whether or not he simply could have fucked the life back into her after the grotesque transformation that had seperated them. It mattered very little, however, perhaps she'd even been stronger for it, and he could deal with any resulting bitterness that might arise from his transgressions. As long as she stayed in his bed and by his side, he could live with it, he decided. Easily.
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