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Rengar smirked. Did they think him a fool?

The white feline hunter continued to walk through the trees and bushes pretending as if he hadn't noticed, yet his eyes discreetly scanned the area behind him every now and then. One good whiff of the air made their presence even clearer, yet that made Rengar's smile diminish just a little.

He felt a tinge of the reek of the Void in them...

Yet it was no beast that followed him. Their steps were careful, their movement showing a clear capacity of thinking. They must have been following him ever since he left that small settlement a while ago, he was sure, but why?

Rengar would find out, and if they meant to harm him? The Pridestalker's smile grew again. Then he would teach them who was the hunter and who was the prey.

With a remarkable show of agility, Rengar leaped up towards a tree and used a low branch as footing to jump onto a higher one. His light jumps were made with such care that the leaves barely rumbled despite the added weight. Through the thick of the jungle he could not see far, but Rengar's well-trained ears could hear their steps coming closer in his direction. He could even make out how they stopped for a moment, probably because they could no longer hear him either, and then continued in more of a hurry. Whoever they were, they were clearly very inexperienced in the ways of hunting. That they would ever attempt to follow a seasoned tracker such as Rengar was almost offensive on itself.

It didn't take long for the culprit to come into view. Rengar's single eye narrowed. It wasn't what he expected at all.

He could not see much of his stalker, for they wore a long, dark hooded robe that went all the way to their feet covering their head. Protruding from it, however, the Pridestalker could see a reptilian-like muzzle, which coupled with the lump of what was probably a hidden tail tucked inside the cloak indicated that he was some sort of two-legged lizard.

The smell of the Void was still ripe on him indicating that either he came from it or messed with it, which was never good. Rengar observed that he carried no visible weapons, but they did hold a staff with a single, round white gemstone on top of the likes he had never seen before. A magic-user for sure, which made him a potential threat despite his extreme clumsiness.

What business did some lame mage have following him into the jungles? Only one way to find out.

Silently, Rengar pulled his pair of bola strings dangling from his belt. As they innocently made their way past the tree the silent hunter was perched in, it was one of the easiest shots of Rengar's life to throw the bolas and have them wrap themselves around the lizard's legs, forcing him to fall forward with a surprised grunt.

In one single jump, the light feline came down from the tree to land near the fallen caster. He drew his dagger as he stepped towards the lizard laying on his chest on the ground. Rengar tested its sharpness with a finger, ready to give it blood.

"How foolish of you, thinking you stood a chance against a real hunter," Rengar spoke with his deep voice, a growl already emerging from it. "You will tell me what you desire and I will decide if you are worth keeping ali-"

The Pridestalker's instincts flared up in response to the lizard's sudden movement. He had been lying on his chest, but his sudden quick turn on the ground betrayed intentions of aggressive action. Rengar took a quick, careful leap back when the lizard suddenly pointed the staff he had been keeping hidden under his body at him.

The white gemstone at the top glowed brightly as if charged up and, though Rengar leaped well away from its line of fire, no beam or ray of magic came from it. Instead, the gemstone's glow increased tenfold and a bright, white light flashed from the staff. Rengar tried to look away from it, his reflex to close his eye to shield it from the light, but he found that he actually did not. The flash of white filled his vision and blinded him but in white instead of darkness. Knowing something was very wrong, adrenaline started pumping through the Pridestalker, but though he yearned to raise his dagger, to growl, to get away from his enemy's still unknown weapon, his body refused to move. Even when he heard the lizard untangling the bolas from his legs, standing up and approaching.

"What is this TRICKERY?!" Rengar growled, every instinct in him telling him that the approaching lizard meant danger. His effort to move away was monumental, but his body did not obey and his eyes still saw nothing more than the white light.

"Sssleep," the lizard, he assumed, said in a soft yet deep voice. Before Rengar could even process the complete absurdity of such a command, his eyes felt heavy, his body relaxed, and he fell back already unconscious before he even hit the ground.

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When consciousness started to slowly return to Rengar, he groaned. His body felt sore and deeply uncomfortable, his head dizzy and heavy as if he had woken from a very deep sleep. All it took, however, was one reflexive whiff of the air for the smell of a stranger and of the void to spark his instincts of danger. Adrenaline shot through Rengar's body and his eye snapped open with the memories of everything that went wrong flooding back into his head.

With an immediate growl, Rengar's first reflex was to stand up and move away, but he quickly realized two things: first, he was already standing and second, he could not move away. The growl coming from the Pridestalker's throat grew tenfold when he saw metal manacles surrounding his ankles, one on each, keeping them well spread and attached to the walls of the seemingly small cavernous den he found himself in. The rattling of chains echoed as Rengar pulled against them, but the chains were sturdy, the steel heavy and thick, there was no breaking out of them through brute strength.

The larger insult, however, was in the way his arms were tied up. Above his head, they were kept together, kept immobile by his own set of bolas. Rengar pulled against it as well, but though the material of the bolas looked like simple string, he had fashioned and entwined it himself to make it sturdy enough to withstand much strength without ripping apart. Rengar knew there was no getting away from them as well. Looped through a chain coming from the ceiling, Rengar's arms were therefore kept together well above his head, bound and useless.

"Not fun having them wrapped around yourssself, isss it?"

Rengar's raging fury over his situation was then turned towards the only other presence in the enclosed den. The same lizard from before, still wearing the same cloak to hide most of his face, approached him.

From up-close, the bound hunter could make out several new features about the mysterious magic-user. He indeed looked like some kind of two-legged lizard with a long muzzle and features that were definitely reptilian. It was also obvious that he did come from or dwell with the void. Rengar knew that not only from the smell, which became more prominent when he approached but by the more blatant fact that his very eyes under the hood of his cloak had a purple glow to them. The rest of his body was hidden. He even wore black gloves alongside the long robes and hood to hide himself.

"Not going to ssspill your cocky linesss now, Pridessstalker?"

Rengar's face twisted in fury and outrage towards the mysterious stranger. Like the fucking snake that he was, even his tongue was forked at the tip. Rengar caught on to the fact that the lizard knew him. Not surprising, but it confirmed that 'hunting' him was indeed his goal.

"Do not release me from these bonds," Rengar growled at him. "The moment you do, your life ends. I will hunt you down and keep that weapon of trickery of yours as my trophy alongside your tail."

The Pridestalker's voice was cold and relentless. He meant every word, too. He would get out of those bonds soon enough and when he did? It didn't really matter who that lizard was, he was going to pay for daring to do what he did.

"Oh, we will ssseee about that. I think you might... change your mind." The lizard's muzzle opened a toothy, unsettling smile. Then, the void mage brought up the staff once more.

It was the same one that had somehow knocked him out. A simple piece of wood with leaves still adorning it as if it had just been taken from a tree. The only peculiarity was how its 'roots' enveloped the large, perfectly round gemstone at the top. It still had a white glow to it as if it just emanated power. Rengar had seen all kinds of powerful artifacts and weapons before, but never one quite like that.

"You like it?" the lizard asked, drawing the hunter's careful eyes to him. "It isss of my own making. None can rival it. It will be the tool by which I will prevail over all."

"Tsc!" Rengar sneered. All it would take was one free arm, only one, for him to take that scrawny lizard by the neck and strangle him right there if he wished. No item would change that.

"You do not believe me, hmmm? Not even in your current... predicament. Very well. Fear not. I intend to prove it."

The lizard lowered his staff and took another step forward. Rengar bared his fangs towards him, but the fucker was nothing if not cocky. He placed a hand on Rengar's bare chest without fear even though the hunter was indeed already measuring in his head if the ropes above gave him enough leave to lunge and bite at him. They did not, much to the lizard's luck.

That hand caressed the large hunter's chest. Rengar continued to growl as menacingly as he could, but the lizard just chuckled. His gloved hand grabbed at the muscles of Rengar's chest and felt their hardiness.

"Ah, yesss... the Pridessstalker. Such a ssstrong ssspecimen... You will do well. You will do very well. Your ssstrength, your ssskillsss... sso impresssive..."

Rengar's growling grew louder. The large feline lunged forward, the chains holding him rattling loudly as he snapped his teeth towards the lizard which, indeed, had him quickly pulling away in a scare. He knew he couldn't reach the lizard, not yet at least, but seeing him step back and away like that satisfied Rengar greatly.

"My strength and skills will be your downfall! You are playing with fire, void scum, and you will be consumed by it!" Rengar spat on the ground towards the lizard. He had killed void monstrosities ten times as big as that meek little trickster.

The lizard, however, smiled again. "We ssshall sssee. Why don't I ssstart on my attempt to... persssuade you?"

Rengar frowned. Heavily. Was the lizard intending some kind of torture? He was an even bigger fool than Rengar had first assumed if he thought he would get anything other than a slower death out of the Pridestalker with something like that.

The lizard approached again, this time being more careful, and when his hand was placed at Rengar's abdomen the hunter just thought he was going to do the same thing he had done before. What Rengar did not expect, however, was how the lizard's fingers grabbed at the waist of his loincloth and ripped it apart.

The Pridestalker still let out an outraged roar when it felt down from his waist. He was left entirely bare, his furry sheath and balls exposed, but though there was a slight discomfort in the humiliation behind what was happening, concepts of shame were not Rengar's concern there. It was the audacity of the lizard in doing something like that. Even more so when the lizard blatantly stared at his junk.

"Impresssive. Asss expected from the Pridessstalker himself. I am pleasssed..."

Rengar glared at him. "Oh, yeah? Then perhaps I will take the time to pin you against the ground and fuck you with it before I end you!"

Again, the lizard merely chuckled at his threats. "Oh, I would like to ssseee you do that. I will keep it in mind."

Quite casually, the lizard stepped back. He brought his staff up and lifted it in front of Rengar and, just as before, the white gemstone started to glow brighter. The hunter grew tense. He expected some kind of painful magic to be used on him, so he steeled himself for it. Regnar had every intention of showing that meek little lizard how much a real hunter could endure. He would not break, no matter how much pain was inflicted upon him.

"Pridessstalker, lisssten to my voice," the lizard started. Rengar glared at him with confusion, but he kept his eyes on the staff. He didn't know what to expect from that weapon.

"You will ssstart to feel..."

Rengar snarled, muzzle twisting in a growl. The hunter's fists clenched, his muscles tense with anticipation before the lizard continued.

"...arousssed."

Rengar blinked. Even his snarling diminished for a moment. Had he heard it right?

"Very, very arousssed. More arousssed than you have ever felt in your life..." The lizard's voice was deep, as if he was commanding it, but Rengar just stared at him and his silly glowing staff that he waved back and forth, doing nothing with it.

"Is this some kind of twisted joke?!" Rengar asked, clearly not amused in the least.

The lizard's smile widened under his hood. He gave the staff a tap with one of his fingers...

The gemstone at the top started glowing brightly again. Just as the first time, Rengar's eyes went wide. The brightness bothered his eyes, but though his natural reflexes were to close them and look away, the large feline found himself doing neither. The glowing gem reflected itself in his eyes. It was dazzling, mesmerizing... wrong.

Rengar was able to tell that there was something twisted about it. He turned his head to the side, but his eyes would not leave it regardless. The hunter roared, the sound of rattling chains filled the cave alongside his grunts of effort and outrage to get away, but it was to no avail.

"Calm down. Relax..." the lizard's voice came, more soothing this time, and without meaning to, Rengar started to slowly... calm down and relax.

"That's it. Bask in the light. Remember my inssstructionsss? You are feeling arousssed, Pridessstalker. Incredibly, extremely arousssed. That is your only concern..."

Rengar's struggling ceased. He registered the lizard's words and growled at them. "What? I- I am not..."

Though he wanted to, the hunter could no longer deny the truth behind what the mage was saying. Rengar felt his loins burning with arousal. His cock started rising from his sheath, growing erect in a matter of seconds and, before long, the hunter was left panting. He was... aroused. So aroused, more than ever. Why?

Rengar could not even tell, or recall, exactly when it had started, but the lizard was right. He was aroused, so very, very aroused, and that was his main concern. The hunter could not look away from the gemstone, but when he lowered his head, he could see the tip of his cock from the corner of his eyes jutting between his legs, hard, erect, throbbing. So aroused...

"What... I... F-fuck..." Rengar muttered. Something was wrong, something was very wrong, that much he could tell, but he couldn't quite grasp why every fiber, every natural instinct he had was warning him of high danger.

"Yessss... so very aroussed... that isss your problem. A problem you cannot solve. You musssn't think, you mussst only worry about what you feel..."

Whose voice was that? Rengar swore he knew, but he couldn't quite tell. The glowing gemstone was pretty much all he could see ahead of him. Everything else was just shades that surrounded what really mattered.

The voice was right though. Rengar's cock throbbed alone in the air, a droplet of pre-cum coming from the tip to tendril down towards the ground below. The hunter shifted in his bonds, grunting and idly pulling against them not because he wanted to be freed, but because he wanted to reach down to his cock and take care of his problem.

"You are like a wounded animal, Pridessstalker. You have a problem, a problem you cannot deal with yourssself. You are incapable of it." There was a chuckle behind the voice.

The glowing gemstone was lowered and, from the shades behind it, Rengar could see hands manipulating the staff that it was attached to. The Pridestalker's eyes followed it, of course, as it was lowered down... towards his cock.

"Focus on it. Let it fill your mind. You will feel nothing, absssolutely nothing but your arousal. Your incessant, incredible, overwhelming arousssal... You are feeling so hot, so bothered, that you could come from it alone..."

The voice was right, of course. Rengar moaned out loud. He was so horny... a gush of pre-cum came from his cock even without a single touch to aid it. His whole body, every fiber of his being felt centered on his malehood. There was pleasure and just an incredible, insatiable lust that threatened to consume him. Rengar's cock pulsed and he moaned again. Though he had received no real touch, his mind was just completely overwhelmed with arousal. His balls pulled up, more pre-cum came from his tip and he felt as if he was already close to cumming from the sheer pleasure of it.

The voice waited for a little while. It waited for Rengar's moans to heighten, for the bound hunter to start jutting his hips forward in a base instinct to just hump. To fuck. Droplets of pre-cum continued to run down the head of his length to drip down on the ground, his orgasm was approaching...

And then Rengar's eyes followed the gemstone as it was moved again. It approached his cock and, when it touched the very tip of it, Rengar's moan was closer to a howl of sheer pleasure. The moment it touched his cock, it was as if a shock of electricity went through it. Every nerve on the sensitive, receptive flesh of his manhood flared up with pleasure. It was as if a thousand feathers were pleasantly caressing his length, teasing it, furthering the arousal the voice said he had to feel.

Rengar felt like cumming was imminent from how incredibly aroused he felt. His heart was pounding on his chest, the pleasure overwhelming him.

The gemstone was then moved again. It slid over his cock until it reached the middle of it... then with a careful motion, it circled the girth of his length. Except that, when it did, it was as if its beautiful light... remained. A trail of light- no, a ring of light was made around his cock. At first, Rengar didn't feel it, but once the staff completed the circle, it solidified, tightened around his hard length.

And all Rengar did was moan again. The ring... the ring felt as incredible as when the light touched his cock. The pleasure remained. Rengar let his jaw fall open for a moment, his tongue lolling out as drool ran down its sides. There was nothing but pleasure, all of it centered around his cock.

"Yeessss... look at you. Where isss all that pride now?"

The voice was heard, but it did not make sense. Rengar could not process the question. All he could feel was pleasure, arousal, lust. Incredible, overwhelming lust. His cock throbbed, another spurt of pre-cum as the thousands of feathers brought him to the edge of orgasm...

"Let your mind ssstew on the pleasssure. Let it ssssoften under it as clay under water..."

Rengar groaned. He humped forward, jutting his hips. The hunter felt the edge of his orgasm right there, the pleasure and lust at its peak, yet the glowing ring... there was something about it. His lust was real, it felt real, but though Rengar felt ready to blow, to burst, it did not come. He simply lingered in that state of high pleasure at the edge of his orgasm.

The voice chuckled again. Rengar could still see the shadow behind the glow moving the gemstone again. The staff was brought up once more, but the ring around his cock remained solid and glowing just as bright. Rengar's eyes followed it. He saw the staff get attached to... something. He could not tell what, all he knew was that the glowing gemstone was then still. Shining right in front of his face for his eyes to continue appreciating...

"Thusss you will remain, Pridessstalker. When your mind hasss weakened, when the clay hasss formed, I will resssshape it. I will be the sssavior that will help you, wounded animal, and you will be forever grateful for it, knowingly or not."

The voice's explanation made no sense. Rengar didn't care. He barely even heard it and, as soon as he did, he forgot what it had said. The glow of the gemstone kept his eyes trapped and his body a slave to the constant, unyielding pleasure that kept assaulting him. His arousal at its peak, his cock pulsing, standing rock hard in front of him with veins appearing from how incredibly aroused he was, ready to blow and yet somehow unable to.

The sound of steps walking past him barely registered. The touch of a hand on his abdomen was only noticed by he hunter because it lingered for a moment, caressing it, then trailing just a little closer towards his erect cock, the focus of his being, as if it was going to touch it... before it pulled away. Then, the sound of steps became fainter and fainter as it grew distant and soon, Rengar was alone.

It was only him, the gemstone and his pleasure.

Time lost all meaning to the hunter. His eyes remained glued to the glowing gemstone barely even blinking. No thoughts were able to form inside his head, for the physical pleasure coursing through his body was just too high. The whole of him became the pulsing length, hard and twitching. The source of his incredible pleasure, the height of his need, his everything. The only sound that echoed through the cave was the constant dripping of Rengar's pre-cum as it dribbled from the tip of his cock.

Every now and then in very sporadic moments, a flash of a thought did come to his mind. On those moments, which came only when Rengar partially blinked, there was a tiny rustle of the chains keeping him bound, a jut of his hips or an unintelligible groan as the hunter came close to realizing that something was very wrong, but the ring of light around his cock kept the pleasure high and soon a twitch of his member distracted him from it and just as quickly as it began, Rengar's mind slipped again into the sea of lust on which it was drowning.

The teasing continued. He could feel it on his cock, he swore he could, as if someone, something, was teasing it with the lightest of touches. It kept it constantly on edge, on the very verge of an orgasm, but it would never go through with it. Moans became more constant sometimes, then they quieted down. The only constants of his state were the pleasure and the beautiful, alluring glow of the gemstone. Rengar's eyes glowed with the same reflected white light that kept everything at bay but his pleasure.

Pleasure was everything.

Time continued to go by. Second, minutes, hours, it all meshed together. For all Rengar knew, he could have spent thirty minutes or a whole day standing there, bound and trapped in his own pleasure. Rengar did know that by the time he heard the sound of steps returning, his trained muscles were aching and sore, but even that he could barely register through the constant height of pleasure pulsing from his dick. When the shadowy silhouette of the lizard appeared behind the glow of the gemstone, Rengar's pleasure was still at the very same height it had been when he had left. As high as it could possibly be without letting him reach orgasm.

"There isss my hunter..." the voice said. Rengar's ears twitched, but in his mind, he was barely even listening. The pleasure...

"Do not worry. Your massster hasss come to free you, to help you, to releasssse you..." The shadow approached as the voice spoke. The word 'release' resonated inside Rengar's mind. He groaned out loud, then gasped when he felt a hand touching his abdomen again. The touch, even as simple as it was, felt like a shock of lightning going through his skin. And when it trailed down, slowly, so very slowly, down until the patch of thicker pubic fur Rengar had right around his sheath, around his jutting, hard length...

"Hnnnnnghhhhh..." the Pridestalker moaned. He relaxed in his bounds. His legs trembled, his arms felt weak. The pleasure, he was so close...

"Yeeesssss... you want this, don't you? It isss what you want. I will help you... and in return, you will be loyal to me..."

The touch was reduced to one single finger. It continued to trail low through his pubic fur until it reached the base of his length on top of his cock. When it touched his sensitive flesh, Rengar moaned again. The shadow drew closer, pressing against his side, but all of Rengar's focus was on that single digit that slowly trailed over the top of his length.

"You and I, we will have fun, Pridessstalker. You will help me and, in return, you will sssshare in my glory. Enjoy my prizzesss, revel on the trophiessss you will acquire for me..."

Rengar listened to it all. With his desperate eyes still stuck to the glowing gemstone, with the pleasure making his body weak, the lizard's words dug deep into his mind.

Loyalty...

Reward...

"I am your massster, Pridesstalker..." the voice reinforced. That finger reached the tip of Rengar's cock and then it just... tickled it. The feline felt his muscles tense, his orgasm about to come, the pleasure at its peak, but the tickle didn't last long enough. Just a little more... so close...

"A massster doessn't work for his ssubjects, the sssubjects for hiss massster when the massster allowsss it..." the voice explained. Rengar didn't know what it meant, but the finger trailed over the length of his cock again, making him moan. It stopped when it reached the ring of light in the middle and then, with but a single touch that made Rengar's cock bounce a little, the ring dissipated into thin air.

That constant, feather-like tease disappeared from Rengar's cock. All the hunter did was groan, though, for his orgasm was still too close. He could think of nothing more... and then...

That finger became a hand. A whole hand grabbed Rengar's cock and closed itself around it, gripping his length at the middle. Rengar could only moan again.

"You want your reward, Pridessstalker? Accept your role under me..." There was a hint of something in that voice. Amusement, it seemed, and though Rengar's eyes couldn't look away from the glowing gemstone to see, he just knew that the lizard was smirking.

"Accept our deal, pledge your loyalty to me... by humping against my hand. Work for your reward, Pridessstalker, and in doing so, the pleasssure of it will mold it into loyalty."

Rengar heard what the voice said. The pleasure still coursed high through him, his hips almost started moving right away, but there was something... something on the very back of his mind, that stopped him from doing that. A small, tiny part of him that used to be so big, now suppressed, fighting against it. A tiny hint of outrage sparked in the hunter's chest. It made him hesitate.

"I promissse that, as my firssst hunter, you will ssshare in the boonsss of my ssservice. You will know true pleasssure, Pridessstalker. Take the deal, seal it, let the pleasssure blossom... and ssserve me."

That hand around his cock moved. Just a little bit, one single, light stroke that was almost enough to make Rengar, who had been forced to hang at the very edge of orgasm for so long, make his decision. It pushed the outrage away, the pleasure inside him spoke louder. It was right there, waiting to happen, all he had to do was...

Rengar smiled. He humped forward.

When he did, the large feline pretty much roared in pleasure.

"Yeessss... serve your massster. Your massster..."

The word got stuck in his head. The gemstone seemed to glow brighter, or maybe it was just his impression? Master... The word continued to echo around his mind as he pulled his hips back humped against that hand. The feeling of the grip gliding around his cock, the urge to fuck, to feel pleasure finally sated. Rengar's smile grew.

And then he roared out loud. All of his muscles grew weak yet tense at the same time, his balls, feeling full and aching between his legs, pulled up as his cock started throbbing. The pleasure reached an all-time high, a high he never even knew was possible, and through the whole ordeal, Rengar did not blink. The white glow of the gemstone washed over him as if it was the pleasure itself when the high of his climax reached him.

Powerful shots of spunk came forth to fall on the ground before him. Rengar's drawn-out roar persisted through the many blissful seconds of which his member continued to pulse, jet after jet of his seed coming out in the single most powerful orgasm of the Pridestalker's life.

"Very goooood..." the voice cooed at his side. When Rengar's orgasm started subsiding, the hand gripping his cock was kind enough to stroke it a little bit and milk a few last bits of seed and pleasure from Rengar's body and, for it, the large feline felt incredibly grateful. As the pleasure started ebbing, Rengar was finally able to close his eyes. He went almost limp in his bonds. Thought started returning to him, his mind suddenly filling up with reason once more...

The rope of his bolas holding his sore arms up suddenly disappeared. The moment it did, Rengar fell forward to his knees. The weight of steel around his ankles disappeared next and only then did he open his eyes.

The first thing he saw was the splatters of spunk he himself had left on the ground before him. Then, when he looked up, the robed form of the lizard stood before him. The same purple glowing eyes, the staff now at his right hand held upright with the gemstone's glow having faded considerably.

"How do you feel now, Pridesstalker?" he asked.

Rengar bowed his head. "I feel... great. ...Master."

His body still felt sore and weak, the lingering afterglow of his pleasure still kept his half-hard length pulsing between his legs. His nudity didn't bother Rengar, though. Not in front of his master. It made sense. Master...

"Very good..." A hand came to Rengar's head. It patted him just like one would an animal and, though he was fully aware that once upon a time he would have found that incredibly insulting, now he just felt happy. "Stand up."

Rengar did. Sore muscles were nothing for him. His body was trained for much, much more. The hunter stood several inches taller than the lizard before him yet when the lizard stepped forward to place a hand on his chest, it was Rengar who tensed up. The touch pleased him, though...

"My hunter. My Pridessstalker," the lizard said and Rengar could see a toothy grin open under his hood. "You will be well rewarded for your work, but you have a lot of work to do. I have many other... 'trophiesss' in mind and you are going to get them."

The lizard's hand on his chest trailed down all the way to his cock. It grabbed at his half-hard member and his master's touch alone brought it back to life, making it harden under its grip a bit again. The few little strokes his master was kind enough to give him were enough to milk yet another loose drop of pre-cum from his length.

Rengar felt even happier. Hunting was what he did best and hunting to please his master? Oh, he would get them all.

"Yes, master," Rengar said opening a grin of his own.