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Demacian Whores	By : cno Category: +G through L > League of Legends Views: 50572 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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[Author's Note: Oops...This has been done for a long time, I just forgot to upload it here. Anyway, I think this is officially my farewell to this story...considering I don't know what else I could do with it. Thanks everyone for reading. Let me know if you have any ideas for future stories :)]

Quinn eyed the non-descript compound from her vantage point on top of one of the many hills surrounding it. Resting on knee, with one foot on the ground, she squinted, trying to identify entrances and guard patrols. The darkness of the night limited her vision, but the pale cascade of the moon offered a little assistance. From what she could tell from the patrons coming and going, there were at least several dozen Noxians and their allies inside, far more than she could hope to handle. It also appeared like sneaking in and liberating her countrymen was out of the question as well: the only entrance that could be opened from the outside was guarded rather heavily.

         She wiped a few beads of sweat from her face. Her helmet wasn’t particularly heavy, but she hadn’t taken it off for days as she tracked the Noxians to this place. Her normally blue armored robe was browned with dirt and mud, and she was sure she was going to need entirely new boots after this ordeal was over.

         Finally accepting that there was nothing she could accomplish her by herself, she whistled for Valor to return, and began formulating a plan. Demacia’s army and chain of command might be shattered, but the city-state still had allies. And surely they couldn’t refuse to help once Quinn informed them of the atrocities being committed by Noxus. Piltover would be sure to help, Jayce and the others had a firm sense of morality, but Ionia was more of an unknown. Despite their shaky alliance, Quinn had never really trusted the mysterious people. Irelia and the others seemed to have good intentions, but they were always so secretive. It made her uneasy.

         Piltover it was. At least first. Maybe once she recruited Caitlyn and the others she would appeal to the Ionians for their assistance as well. Either way, she had to get moving as every minute counted. She took a few steps on the path leading down the hill, but stopped and looked around when she realized Valor had not returned yet. She didn’t even hear his squaking or the beating of his wings. “Where did that bird fly off to?” She mumbled aloud.

         “The question you should be asking is: ‘Who did that bird fly into?’” An impossibly deep voice grunted. It sounded like gravel grinding against metal, and caused her to flinch. She turned towards the source, and eyed the target: 6’4, 230 pounds at least, enormously broad shoulders, lean torso, and the toned legs of a hunter. That and it was covered in blue fur and had talons on its hands along with bared sharp teeth. Warwick had found her.

         She turned her body into a defensive pose, slowly reaching for her bolt pistol. “How did you find me?” She asked, her hands grasping the butt of her weapon. The wolf snarled. “Your stench is enthralling, potent. I don’t know how no one else smelled you.” He snorted, salivia drooling between his jaws. He sniffed the air again. “Dirt, mud, grass, none of it from around here. Blood, but not yours, one of our scouts.” He took another sniff, taking a few steps closer, causing her to draw her pistol defensively. “Fear. But not just for your life, or for the lives of your friends. A different kind of fear.” Sniff. “But most potently, and what drew me to find you: arousal.”

         Quinn blinked as his words sunk in. She quickly shook her head in denial, a blush coming to her cheeks as she lifted her weapon and pointed it at the wolf. Warwick took another deep breath. “No, it’s undeniable. The scent of desire.” He took more steps towards the girl. “You might never admit it, but you’ve imagined what is going on to your fellow Demacians down in there, and it excited you.” As the ranger frantically shook her head, he continued, drawing closer. “You like the idea of them being treated like animals, used the way their masters choose, being reduced to a toy only good for rutting. Or maybe you like the idea of it happening to you.”

         Quinn fired her bolt pistol at the wolf, not wanting to hear any more from him, and turned to flee. Warwick dexterously dodged the bolt with a turn of his shoulder, then broke into a run at his prey, dropping to four legs for more speed. The ranger knew she couldn’t outrun the hunter, he had her scent and he wouldn’t stop until he had her, but she had to try something. She twisted on her heels, facing her pursuer, then leapt at him, planting her feet into his shoulders, driving his taloned paws into the dirt, slowing him down. In the same motion, she used her momentum to push off, vaulting into the air, spinning her legs around in a backflip. At the high of her leap, however, the wolf grabbed hold of her wrist, and slammed her back down onto the ground.

         With the wind knocked out of her, Quinn tried to recapture her breath, but Warwick was already ontop of her. He grabbed both of her wrists in one of his large hands, and used the other to throw the girl over his shoulder. She struggled, kicking at his back and trying to free her hands, but it was no use. To her credit, the ranger never stopped trying to free herself, even after the hunter passed through the guards at the entrance of the compound and led her down a hallway. He kicked open a door at the end, and carried her into a large, dark room. The only light was a lit candle on a well-furnished wooden desk in the center, and a small window drawing in some of the moonlight. On the desk, trapped in a large cage was Valor, who squaked when Quinn was brought in.

         “I told you she was around.” Warwick said. The close proximity to his mouth made Quinn’s ears hurt. The large black chair on the other side of the desk turned dramatically, revealing a bald, older man that she quickly identified as Swain. In different circumstances she would have rolled her eyes at the effort he put into revealing himself theatrically. It had clearly been on purpose.

         “Good work Warwick.” The mastermind said, a smile crossing his wrinkled face. He eyed the girl, drumming his fingers together, then said: “Well, it’s only proper to reward loyal soldiers for excellent achievements. You may have the girl.” The wolf gave a mix between a growl and a laugh in approval while Quinn’s eyes widened in terror. “But,” he said pointing at the hunter, “No wounds. Keep her in one piece and in pristine condition. I’m still going to want to auction her off afterwards.” The wolf grumbled but offered no complaint.

         He dropped her unceremoniously onto the ground, and immediately began clawing at her robe. She turned and tried to crawl towards the door, but he grabbed hold of the hem of her outfit and pulled her backwards. Being somewhat more careful than he would have liked, he pierced through her cloths with his talons, producing 4 long holes in the back. She cried out in fear and frustration as he turned his attention towards her lower body, and began ripping the material there as well.

         For some reason, the beast didn’t actually tear the clothing off, not did he destroy them enough to fall apart. His clawing seemed almost measured, intentional, exposing as much skin as possible while keeping her outfit intact. Eventually, he tore a hole in the crotch, exposing her pink pussy lips, glistening with unwanted arousal. Warwick leaned down, pressing his nose deep into her crotch and inhaled deeply before grunting in approval. He pushed the cloth covering his genitals aside, giving Quinn a good look at his beastly cock.

         She had half expected it to be covered in the same blue fur that made up the rest of his body, but instead it was smooth and white, closely resembling a human penis. The main difference, however, was the size of it: it was at least 9 inches long, and thicker than her wrist. As she mentally pictured him trying to fit his enormous meat inside her, she broke into a panic, and once again attempted to scramble away. He bent down and grabbed her around the waist, and without warning, plunged his cock into her pussy.

         Quinn cried out in shock and pain, the inhuman pole almost proving too much for her walls to handle. The wolf thrust his hips forward, pushing more of his meat inside her, causing her to shut her eyes and groan as she attempted to adjust to the beastly cock stretching her out. Still unsatisfied, Warwick reached down to Quinn’s chest and ripped his claws through the fabric there, revealing the pale flesh of her breasts. The ranger dropped to her elbows, and buried her face into the floor, tears of pain and humiliation beginning to fall down her cheeks. The worst humiliation however, was that she was actually enjoying the feeling of the beast fucking her like an animal.

         The wolf pulled the helmet off her head, letting her dark brown hair fall down to her shoulders. He pushed himself further inside with his thrusting, making the head bump against her cervix, eliciting a yelp from his prey. He was relentless with his pumping; pounding against her ass with such force that he was sure her pale cheeks would be red afterwards. Her tight hole was almost too tight for him; his orgasm was quickly approaching. He bared his teeth and snarled, trying to hold it off for as long as possible. He reached his right arm over her shoulder and grabbed her left breast, pulling her off the floor towards him. He buried his nose against the crook of her neck and breathed deeply. Her scent, a mix of pheromones, humiliation, arousal and fear drove him over the edge, and he impaled his entire length inside her. He growled as he flooded her womb with his beasty seed, the warm sticky fluid coating her walls and making her groan at the odd, filling sensation.

         It took Warwick a minute to gather the willpower to pull himself out of the girl, scraping some of his cum out when the head popped out of her lips. When he released his hold on her, she collapsed onto the floor, breathing deeply with her eyes closed. Warwick returned to his feet, rearranging his clothing to recover his cock, which was still half erect. Swain coughed as if uncomfortable, and announced with a poor imitation of regret, “Ah Warwick, you came inside her. We can’t sell her tonight in this condition. We’ll have to wait until tomorrow.”

         Quinn thought that his decision sounded like good news, but she had a feeling that there was something else to it. Her suspicious was confirmed when Swain pushed the chair out from the desk, and motioned with his arms: “Oh well, I guess we might as well enjoy the slut for awhile then.” The hunter scooped her up before she could vocalize a complaint, and plopped her down in front of the Noxian general, whose stiff cock was already sticking out of his pants. As Swain ran his fingers through her hair and direction her mouth towards his cock, he addressed the wolf: “If you want, I suppose you can continue enjoying her as well. Maybe even use her other hole if you want.” She frantically mumbled dissent around his dick, her eyes wide. “Oh hush girl. Somebody is going to do it to you eventually.”

         Before she knew it, the wolf cock was pressing against her tight puckered hole, and she screamed into Swain’s lap as he pushed it inside. Quinn clawed at his legs, her eyes rolling back into her head as her ass tightened reactively against the intrusion. Unfortunately, this only made matters worse as Warwick had no intention of stopping. He pushed through her body’s resistance, burying his beastly meat into her tunnel. Her body was so overwhelmed by the ass fucking that she was unable to offer opposition to Swain’s cock, which pushed into her throat.

         The mastermind bobbed her head up and down deep on his dick, enjoying the look of her being helpless and overwhelmed. Seeking an easy orgasm, he didn’t slow down when he left his balls begin to tighten, and instead sped up to make the process go faster. He finally pushed her face down as far as it would go, and emptied his nuts into her mouth. She coughed and struggled, but he said simply: “Swallow it slut.” Her throat flexed a few times as she obediently followed his instructions.

         Warwick wasn’t far behind him as the combination of his overly sensitive dick and Quinn’s unbelievable tight hole drove him to an early orgasm as well. He stopped his pumping half-way through a thrust, and allowed his spasming cock to shoot his second load inside the girl. After the third spurt, he pulled out completely, shooting the last bit onto her abused cheeks. Swain pushed her face off of his cock at the same time Warwick released his hold on her, making her fall to the floor. She made no attempt to push herself back up, instead laying on the ground as all three of her holes oozed cum.

         Swain looked over at Warwick with a smirk on his face. “I’m glad her bird got to see that. Now he knows what a whore she is.” Warwick chuckled in response. Valor squaked sadly.
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