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Valoran Infinite	By : cno Category: +G through L > League of Legends Views: 9911 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The swift current of the Serpentine River nearly carried Kanen away as he waded waist deep through the water. Around the halfway point to the other side, he lost his footing nearly being sent flying downriver and realized that crossing on foot was a stupid idea. Unfortunately, it would have been just as dangerous to turn around as to press on, so press on he did. He took careful, measured steps, extending his arms to try to reach the opposite bank as soon as possible. He leaned forward when it looked like the goal was in reach, and grabbed hold of the twisted roots making up the lip of the ground. He pulled as hard as he could, struggling to force himself up and out of the raging river, grunting with the effort.

Slowly, his body emerged until finally he was able to lean his torso onto the ground, and lift his legs out of the water. He shrugged his pack off his shoulder and rolled over onto his back, desperately trying to catch his breath. He closed his eyes and tried to force his body to relax. His heart was still racing and he could still feel the aftereffects of the adrenaline that pumped through his veins when he thought he was going to die. As his body realized he was no longer in immediate peril, he almost burst out laughing. Here he was, sent on a mission to help Demacia win the war and save Piltover, and he nearly died crossing a river.

He reached over to the bag he had been carrying on his back, and opened it to ensure its contents hadn’t been ruined. The extra clothes were damp, and the food was wet, but luckily the precious crossbow looked unharmed. After thinking for a moment, he removed the antique weapon before he closed the bag again. He handled it with reverence and care, both because of it’s age, and due to who it was that gave it to him. He was not going to break such a gift.

It’s solid recurved wood had been designed with care, artistic flourishes and symbols carved into it, as well as giving the weapon a heavy foundation that felt powerful. The loading mechanism looked to be one of the first of its kind; it used a spring loaded drum to push up the next bolt into place, while gears and strings used the momentum of the last shot to force the string back into place. It was a work of art. It was every bit as beautiful as its original owner.

He had taken more than enough time to catch his breath, it was time to move on. He pushed himself off the ground, and tied the bag around his shoulders again. He attached the hook used for holstering on the crossbow to the bag’s strap, keeping it out in arm’s reach over his shoulder. The Howling Marsh wasn’t too far now, probably less than half an hour. Before he continued on his way, he looked back at the river, the strong current still flowing south, and raised his middle finger in it’s direction.

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Kanen’s sleep was hard and dreamless, the result of his recent exertion. He had reached the edge of the marsh very quickly, and rather than stand around waiting for Shauna to catch up, he decided to create a makeshift camp and rest to regain his strength. It seemed like he had just closed his eyes when her sweet voice woke him up. “You’re cute when you’re sleeping.” He opened his eyes, looking over to his companion, who was standing a few feet away, a hand on her hip, leaning over slightly. She had chosen a non-descript traveler’s outfit, dark green cotton that ended in a skirt with white leggings underneath. The tunic had a very conservative neckline, as well as ample loose fitting cloth to hide her chest. Yet he found his eyes traveling to her bust, the image of what was underneath still fresh in his mind.

If she noticed his wandering eyes, she didn’t acknowledge it. Instead she walked over to him and offered a hand to help him to his feet. He glanced at the horizon as he got ready to continue eastward. The darkened sky suggested that he had been asleep for a few hours. “We’re not going to be able to reach Piltover today.” He said while running the geography of the continent through his mind. “We’re going to need to make camp for the night somewhere. Any ideas?”

“We’re going to have to pass through the Ironspike Mountains no matter what, so we might as well stop before we start down the passage through them.” She said, looking at the profile of the mountains to the northeast. Kanen nodded, and after a nod from her, took the first step back towards Piltover, and the war.

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The fire roared in the small cave they had found not far from the beaten path through the rocky terrain. Kanen hadn’t even known such a path existed this far west, but apparently the Demacian military had trudged through some time ago, leaving a much more manageable way to the other side of the mountains. They were both hungrily feasting on the food they had brought; a loaf of bread, a few bruised fruits and a canteen of water. He hadn’t thought so far ahead, but he realized as he looked at the pittance of food that was left that if they weren’t able to get into Piltover tomorrow, they were going to have some serious problems.

Despite the sleep he had gotten a mere 3 hours before, he felt exhausted. He was an engineer; a man of the mind. Not one made for being tested physically. And so far, that’s exactly what this whole experience had been: an physically draining exercise. He laid out his bedroll a few feet away from the fire, fully intending to use all the time between then and sunrise to give his body a rest. The cave they were in, while small, still offered more than enough space for the two of them. That’s why he was surprised when she dropped her bedroll right next to his rather than on the opposite side of the fire.

He opened one eye questioning, and saw that she had lifted the bottom of her tunic and was sliding her leggings off. He quickly shut his eyes again, pretending that he hadn’t seen anything. A minute later she sat down on the thin traveler’s bed and didn’t move. He got the distinct feeling she was watching him, but he kept his eyes closed. Finally, she laid down, and scooted closer to him. His entire body stiffened when her rear bumped into his crotch, and he had to bite his tongue when her bottom seemed to wiggle against him. She leaned back, pressing her back against his chest, and sighed. “Mmm, you’re so warm. I hope you don’t mind heating me up. It’s going to get cold soon.”

He didn’t say anything. He wasn’t even sure if he was capable of forming coherent sentences. The only thing in his mind was the feeling of her body against his. She was unbelievably warm, or maybe it was his blood that was boiling, he wasn’t sure. His mind filled instantly with images of all kinds: acts of debauchery and lust, but his hands stayed still. He ran through the working of a hextech engine, counted the number of gears in a watch, recited the third chapter of “Techmaturgy and You”. Anything to keep his mind off the beautiful women next to him, and to prevent his dick from becoming a full blown erection.

But his willpower was broken when she slowly began rotating her hips while pushing her butt backwards, grinding into his groin. He exhaled roughly as his hand moved on its own to her hip before sliding down to her belly. She let out a sigh that could only be described as approval, and his other hand found it’s way to her head, stroking her hair lightly. She wiggled against him in encouragement, smiling as she felt his stiff cock against her asscheeks. His hand cautiously moved down to the hem of her tunic, and he slid it upwards. He gently caressed her thighs, moving up to her belly again, eliciting a moan of approval.

He felt her smooth, soft skin, practically burning underneath his fingertips, and had a sudden internal crisis. He had pictured this situation in his head countless times, but it had always been the hard, toned flesh of Vayne’s fit form that was caressing, not these soft, pliable curves. It made him realize that despite the height, nose, mouth, chin, voice and name, she was not his Vayne. His hand paused its ascent just below her breasts, causing her to hold her breath as she waited for him to take her sensitive globes in his palm. But he was frozen.

The pair waited in silence for what seemed like an eternity, Shauna waiting for him to continue, and Kanen trying to decide if he even should. Finally, she turned her head towards him, and whispered, “Kanen, please...” That voice. How could he say no to that voice? She wasn’t the Night Hunter, but she was still Vayne.

She gasped as he took her breast in his hand, moaning as he rolled her nipple with his thumb. She thrust her chest out into his touch, and grabbed hold of his wrist, desperately making sure it didn’t retreat. He treasured her coos and sighs, incapable of imaging a noise that would be sweeter to his ears. Experimentally, he leaned into the crook of her neck, breathing lightly against her skin before gently pressing his lips against the smooth flesh. She moaned happily, inspiring him to part his lips and and suck softly.

He kneaded her tits reverently, gently sucking on her collarbone while she sighed and wiggled contently. Feeling courageous, he moved his hand away from her hair, and snaked to around her shoulder, cupping one breast, while simultaneously sliding his other hand down her belly, towards her sex. She inhaled sharply and stiffened as she felt him pause on her pelvis, his fingers tangling into her trimmed patch of hair. She spread her legs slightly, trying to force his hand further south.

She turned her head, rotating her shoulders towards him, and looked at him. She whispered so softly that he could hardly hear. “Please...” He stroked his middle finger along her moist slit, gently rubbing her clit. Her eyelids fluttered shut and her mouth opened in a silent moan as she thrust her hips up into his fingers. Without thinking, he leaned forward and mashed his lips to hers. He felt her excited breath against his lips, along with a muffled moan. She was the first to open her mouth and run her tongue against his lips, and he quickly did the same, their pink muscles wrestling with each other.

He pinched her nub, making her squeal and jump. His fingers sped up while she frantically humped his hand, their kiss growing more passionate. Her breathing grew erratic and all her muscles began to tense. Her left hand squeezed his wrist hard enough to leave a mark while she grasped at his shirt with the other. She moaned in time with his pace, muffled “mmf mmf mff” as her hips humped against his fingers as fast as she could force them. Finally, with a muffled whine, she lost control of her muscles, her entire body tensing up with her hips pushed off the ground, and her pussy leaked her juices all over this hand.

She thrust against him a few more times, then came to a halt, breaking apart from his lips. She reopened her eyes, and gave him a weak but satisfied smile. She leaned forward and pecked him on the lips again, stroking his arm. He pulled his hand back, bringing it to his mouth and sucking on her juices. She tasted as sweet as he expected. He considered continuing their fun, maybe even reaching into his pants and pulling out his cock, but he could see her exhaustion in her eyes. The same exhaustion he was feeling. He gave her a kiss on the forehead, and put his hand ontop of her tunic on her belly as she closed her eyes.

They had a long way to travel tomorrow.
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