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“It’s near,” mumbled a deep, potent voice—one so low it made the earth rumble and one’s soul shake. It was soft, completed by a muffled grunt.

“Near? Could you be specific?” answered another, lashing out and thunderous, its tone akin to a strike or a hit.

“I can’t. He gave me no specific indications.”

Ornn watched the map he had been given, his bright red hands not burning what was fine vellum despite the heat emanating from them. However, he found no help in the indications despite the frowning and grunting he produced while he scoured the marks.

Perhaps the map would have been useful a while ago. But now, most of it had been plastered with blood, inks, and little drawings that made Ornn question—no, believe —its previous owner’s insanity.

“Let me read it.”

“You know how to read a warm-blood’s map?”

“… It shouldn’t be difficult.”

Ornn huffed, still wrapping the map to hand to his brother. Volibear.

While Ornn looked like a mix of a ram with a bear, stout with a brutish bearded face, Volibear incarnated the pure vision of a white bear. Long muzzle, piercing blue eyes crackling with energy, runes across his body, and a frost armor covering him.

Without further ado, Volibear snatched the map to read it… He turned it to the right and then the left, growling, trying to decipher the markings left by its previous owner.

“What is this lunacy? And what is this “Egg-cracked wisdom”?” asked the bear, his massive paws turning the map in one way and another without finding more answers.

“It’s best to leave it ignored,” commented Ornn, pragmatic as he continued… And was followed by his brother’s stomping pace.

They were not in Freljord, that was certain. In those temperate lands with luscious trees bowing under the weight of fat fruits, with those vast snow-spared fields, Ornn and Volibear were strangers. They were the harbinger and incarnation of a harsher nature, one so unforgiving it killed as quickly as a blade in the neck.

Therefore, they were in foreign territory as they marched beneath the forest canopy, finding it absconded by predators and prey alike. It reeked of mortals, convincing the brothers this wasn’t a realm left wild as nature intended.

“Where are you going?” barked Volibear, following his brother’s steps as the trees were getting sparse and… Aligned.

“There’s a design. If we continue, we will find civilization.”

“Civilization,” scoffed Volibear, crossing his arms and crushing the fine vellum, yet following. “What’s good with it?”

“He is noxian. He thrives among mortals. He must be around,” continued Ornn as he raised his nose up and sniffed. One whiff, another, then a third. “Yes. He is near.”

“How do- Hey! Do not ignore me!” shouted Volibear.

Yet, Ornn ignored him as he held his nose up and followed the perfume trail, driving him away from the forest. The trees almost disappeared, replaced instead by vast fields decorated with plants... or the crushed remains. Further, a large structure made of red bricks and white stone stood. It seemed like a house or a mansion with multiple stories adorned with windows and a steeple above it. It was a fine construction, even to Ornn’s standards.

“Great. We found his dwelling but no traces of him. How shall we find h-“

“DASTARD INVADERS! I SHALL REPEL Y- Oh. The brothers!”

Ornn barely turned to raise an eyebrow and direct it at his brother, who huffed and turned his head away in shame. They had been found the instant they stepped foot on the grass, and, in return, stood here the diminutive humanoid they had been seeking all that time.

Small, with a high cap atop his head, in a black and red military costume, the diminutive Yordle stomped on the ground like he owned the property. And, in fact, he did.

His last working eye, yellow and unfocused, danced from them to the surrounding property and then back to the brothers, who were finally here.

“Heh. You are alone. You two. Great. Thems are a tricky bunch to host. I want to be tranquil.”

“Who’s them—Huff!” asked Volibear, suddenly silenced by Ornn's elbow jab in his side. This action was unlike the blacksmith, yet it made sense as Ornn nodded toward the Yordle.

“We are alone. And ready. Like you asked, Kled.”

“Great! Because we don’t have much time! My tea has gotten cold from waiting!” shouted the Yordle and admittedly soldier from Noxus while the brothers followed.

“… We don’t have time?” asked Volibear, surprised.

“No. We have all the time. And he doesn’t drink tea,” answered Ornn, pragmatic, while they followed the small and bouncing yordle amidst the empty property.

“Chop chop! Less talking! More walking!”

The situation was intriguing and surprising… Two Freljord divinities were being bossed around and driven to follow a Yordle in what seemed to be a human estate. But they did it willingly as they entered by one of the main doors Kled pushed open with a firm kick. By then, anyone could notice Kled’s size wasn’t defining his strength, attitude, or mindset.

He might have been diminutive, but he acted like a king while he strutted, pointing at different doors while followed by the brothers.

“Here’s the bedroom. That was the kitchen, but sleeping and eating should roll together!” started Kled.

“The baths. Very important. I will inspect you after each bath, and Skaarl will double-check!”

“Hmm… Yes! The second bedroom. Because we always need another bedroom in one’s property!”

“That’s where we’ll sleep?” asked Volibear, raising a hand.

“FUCK! You’re big!” suddenly shouted Kled as he turned… Then, he shook his head, returning to their tour. “No. You will sleep with me. Any questions?”

Volibear turned to his brother, who raised his shoulders, barely miffed by the sudden outburst. Rather, he followed Kled deeper into the mansions until the Yordle stopped almost where they entered, right by the kitchen.

“And here’s our fuckroom!”

“But it wasn’t the bed-…” started Volibear, before his brows dropped. “Oh.”

“What is this? Do I hear insubordination? Do you know what we do to Thems?”

“No. This is nothing at all,” Volibear retorted, gulping and watching the Yordle gauge him up and then down.

“… Great! It’s time to strip!”

The Yordle clasped his hands and then headed towards the said fuckroom, bedroom, and former kitchen. Despite all indications, the place was relatively clean, although most of the furniture had been removed to have a king-sized bed in the middle of the comfy kitchen.

There was something odd, especially when the Yordle jumped from the ground up to the bed with one seamless move and turned towards Ornn and Volibear.

“Not stripped yet? Go on. You first, the red.”

“I have a… Yes,” answered Ornn as he grunted but gave in.

Ornn always wore his apron on all occasions, as well as his bracers, boots, and the different trinkets he had been gifted years ago by his followers. But all went down under Kled’s scrutiny and Volibear’s curious gaze.

The metal clanged on the ground, the leather folded, and Ornn’s curves were exposed.

He was all curves. Grown, bent, reshaped, his body's sharp angles and sinewy form had been stripped.

Remained then the wide thighs, the round belly adorned with a yordle’s face painted on it, the large breasts adorned with rings… A body less befitting of a blacksmith and more of a mother.

“Do not comment, Volibear.”

“What? What’s with those mumblings? Are you questioning my authority?”

“No,” answered Ornn to Kled… Who huffed and crossed his arms.

“Great, because I hate insubordination. And I don’t want you to become my next murder chef d'oeuvre! Next! The blue!”

“I have white fur!”

“I said the blue!”

Volibear gritted his teeth, about to answer that abusive Yordle. He was a god, a divinity possessing the power over life and death, with the wind and thunder by his side. His eyes crackled with powers; his runes glowed brighter.

But Kled remained unphased, his yellow eye going up and down.

“That’s all?”

The remark was… brutal. But it unraveled all of Volibear’s anger in one instant, leaving him bare and vulnerable. And weak. Weak to his sentimentality as he, too, began to strip. Having donned an armor of frost, its removal was faster than Ornn had to do. A mere shift and the ice melted, disappearing instead of pooling on the ground.

And beneath it was a body similar to his brother.

Feminine, curvy, motherly, comely. Adjectives that could have been perfect to adorn those plump breasts, widening belly, heavier thighs, and more. Volibear and Ornn’s shapes were malleable if they so desired. But here, in the Yordle’s presence, they were stripped of what made them… Masculine.

They were prey to the Yordle’s curious gaze, to that unique eye ogling, which made them feel ashamed of their presence—and their presence together. Never before had Ornn and Volibear been together in a room without fighting. But it all came to… Kled.

To the diminutive and satisfied Yordle, who nodded in approval while he sat on the bed’s edge, fiddling with his attire.

“Ah! Shit! Them fucked with my belt! A moment, girls!”

It was the moment Ornn and Volibear needed to glance at one another. To have the massive bear glance at his stout brother and watch his swollen teats… At the belly covered with childish drawings and stamps. And another glance back revealed Ornn’s generous ass going outward, putting to shame the human bodies he had seen dancing in their tribal matings.

“How long have you shared a dwelling with him?”

“… Almost two years,” answered Ornn, his natural red face not giving away what he thought at that moment. “What about you?”

“One…” answered Volibear, looking down at his own body.

“On moment, ladies! It’s tough to handle it!” shouted Kled, barely stopping Volibear from his own introspection. His body was almost no different from his brother's, except for the lack of marking on his pristine white fur. However, he had the same backside as his brother…

And probably, the same changes.

“Why did you accept his request?” asked Ornn, suddenly. “You could have backed away or left me with him.”

“I… I find him intriguing. And exciting,” commented Volibear as he watched the tiny Yordle roll on the bed while fighting against his belt. His hat had since dropped, and his little feet kicked in the air. He barked and growled like a rabid beast.

“… He is well endowed.”

“Yes. That, too.”

“HAHA! YES!” shouted Kled, holding up the remnant of his belt in one hand, and his knife in the other, holding it up as a prize. “Nobody can stop Kled from claiming his property!”

He shouted with a sense of pride before he threw both steel and leather away, uncaring if his pants dropped. And his genitals flopping around.

Going commando had its advantages, and one was to flaunt his massive genitals to his crowd.

White fuzzy testicles hanging down to his feet, a massive cock that went even further. How did his pants house such a size, and how did he walk with that weight? None of the brothers had an inkling of an answer, yet they watched the veiny and throbbing cock point right and left without any sign of stopping.

It bounced, leaving in its wake ropes of precum spreading over the bedsheet and the ground, much to the brothers’ awe and surprise.

“What? You have already seen me naked before! Ladies! Chop chop! My day is hectic without you in it. Come on!”

Ornn turned to Volibear, watching him expectantly and allowing him to go first. A situation reciprocated by Volibear’s fixated gaze and unsure fidgeting. They had been enemies for so long, and now they had to share a man together? Worse, in their states?

“Go on. You love it,” finally said the Bear, offering his brother to go first. And he stepped back.

Ornn swallowed his saliva. But approached. His heavy red body moved with grace. A grace that disappeared when he landed on his knees by the bed. His nose ended close to the cock, waving and quivering. Or those hefty balls so sagging they looked like low-hanging fruits. Ornn’s red eyes went from one boulder to another, admiring and watching Kled’s massive genitals. He… He gulped, too, before he pressed his black nose against the organ and huffed. One time, two, three. He let in that rough and spicy scent in his nose, reminiscent of powder and steel, along with the natural sweat caking those pubes. He took it in, filled his lungs… And exhaled, his breath brushing the fur.

“Good girl! Take another huff!”

Kled’s praise and order were followed by another huff, as desired. A rumble escaped Ornn’s body, a small quiver as his muscles tensed all at once, and then, he looked up. He looked at the last working eye Kled had, and that… Unhinged smile.

“Ah, yes! I knew it was a good thing to pay you up, whores!” chuckled the Yordle, unabashed and afraid, as he stood in front of divinity. What he meant by that, Ornn didn’t know. But he had learned to filter out the most unhinged quibble the maddened Yordle could tell. Cries, shouts, insults, they went way over Ornn’s head, especially when his eyes and focus remained on the Yordle’s scrotum.

Therefore, he lowered his eyes and gave that loose skin a kiss. And a lick. And another kiss. A long procession in which he moved from up, near the cock’s base, to the scrotum’s downside. A slow progress leaving a trail. He replaced marred sweat with marred saliva. All the while, the forging God’s exploring hand played with his belly, his groin, and then his backside from below.

His right hand was on his plump ass, on the outstretched cheeks he displayed to Volibear… Two buns, massive and fat… yet naturally spread to expose his donuthole, its flesh bright red like a volcano’s lava. It shimmered, glimmered with a natural sheen and a natural lubrication… Both amplified when the index hooked on the orifice and pulled on it. Just… So… Slightly.

“Hey! Bitch!” snapped Kled, attracting Ornn’s eyes upward. “Your cunt is mine! Don’t touch it!”

“I… Am needy. Kled. Very needy,” answered Ornn, collected while huffing on those white furry nuts. And licking them until they were pristine, except for the saliva.

“Hunhun. And how does it affect me?”

“I… Am needy for your cock. A Yordle’s cock,” continued the forging God with a low tone, daring finally to focus his gaze on the swayed cock. Left… Right. He followed the pendulous move with interest, mesmerized by the way the foreskin was loose and yet delivered a constant slew of precum all over Ornn’s fur.

That cock almost looked impossible, unable to fit between the Yordle’s legs. But it did, with a broad tip and a perfume… A scent. Amidst the other flavor, a Yordle’s one, was… No, that Yordle was a grade above.

“And? What do… Ohhhhhhhh! You’re asking for Kled to mount you like the bitch you are!” laughed Kled, his hand stopping the sway before he smacked Ornn’s face with his slobbering organ, splattering the red fur with all that tantalizing precum.

“… Yes.”

“Yes? Who? Is there someone else you want to fuck around? Your baby-dicked brother?” asked the Yordle as he pointed behind Ornn, inviting him to look above his shoulder.

Much like Ornn, Volibear had been… Broken. Trained to become a good bitch for Kled. The massive bear was barely holding against his needs… Still, those massive paws were brushing and massaging his black cock. One whose size could have never managed to compare to Kled. Somehow. In Ornn’s mind.

“You… Kled. My sir,” muttered the forging God as he turned back to Kled and noticed that Cheshire-grin. Kled’s teeth were definitely… Dangerous. And his gaze akin to a predator.

“Oh! Thank you, wifey! On your side! No more dicksucking for you!”

Kled’s laugh was brutal, cruel even. But Ornn complied while he moved back and started to climb on the bed to join his lov-

“Tttt! Ttt,” tutted the Yordle. With one finger raised, he looked as if he was admonishing a child, then pointed to the ground. “Here! It’s colder and cleaner!”

Ornn watched, but ultimately complied. Was he surprised? Yes, but only for a moment, until he was lying on his left side with his right leg lifted.

In a single raised leg, Ornn parted his cheeks and exposed his ridiculous manhood Kled had significantly changed through some… of his uncanny abilities.

His sweaty and glimmering asshole exposed, Ornn watched over his shoulder while keeping a hand up to bear the leg’s weight.

“Kled?” he asked… Watching the Yordle sitting on the bed, thoughtful.

“Kled?” repeated Ornn again, watching and trying to decipher the Yordle's confused expression. “Is… This enough?”

“WHAT?!” suddenly shouted Kled, frowning… Before, his yellow eye was on Ornn, and his attitude eased off. “Oh! You’re set, Whore! I knew I trained you well!”

The Yordle laughed, then jumped off the bed. His genitals slammed against the ground, testicles and cock alike, but he didn’t seem bothered or pained. He moved, his steps strangely not affected as he dragged himself closer.

Ornn merely observed. He didn’t dare to utter another word, now the Yordle was set on fucking him. The tinier creature was quick to change his attitude. And for the moment, he pushed, touched, and poked like someone about to buy a prized toy.

The deity held his breath, watching and expecting. His expression was so open, so anxious, so needy.

He swallowed his saliva, loudly… While his tiny dicklet started to ooze on the ground, spewing just enough to have it pool and have that fur dip into the clear liquid. But then… He… Exulted. He cried. He moaned.

Ornn’s deep rumbling voice broke higher, impossibly so, when the endowed Yordle punched his guts with that massive cock. He shouted to the sky, to the ceiling, to everyone around as the pulsating and enormous shaft suddenly widened his inner walls. That size was magnificent, made to please and push god like him beyond their limit.

“You- You’re stretching me!” cried Ornn, surprised he could still feel the strain the organ forced on his sphincter after so many nights spent together. But it did. Somehow… The Yordle’s cock always defied Ornn’s expectations and limits, pushing further and further the god in his entrenchments.

“Oh yeah! That’s a good whore!”

“Holy shit. That’s your first time with me? You’re fitting me like a glove, girl!”

“What an ass! Who gave it to you?”

Volibear gulped as he stroked himself, just barely, before the sight of his brother fucked by such a diminutive male. He gave his erect cock a few touches, pulling on the foreskin as precum oozed from the organ… Yet, continued to touch himself while Ornn writhed on the ground, seemingly overtaken by many an orgasm… The hybrid’s small red cock shot and shot, tracing white trails in front of him while the tiny Yordle was taking him sideways.

Volibear saw it all, from the bulge forming beneath Ornn’s furry belly to the quiver whenever that tiny male pushed his enormous cock deeper within those red reaches. And Volibear swallowed his saliva.

He had been in a similar situation not so long ago as Ornn. And not much later, he would be in the same state, if not worse. And it made his cock throb with anticipation. A throb he soothed with a stroke, a mere caress while he took in another huff. Kled’s musk hung heavily in the air, charged with magic and perversion.

He huffed it, allowed it in his body, and brought along the tingling feeling of foreign power… But he allowed it to mar his body and changed it.

He breathed it in and bit his lips. Today, it was his cock and testicles that were tingling and feeling strange. A slight pinprick hit them, but not enough to make Volibear stop, howl, or break the ambiance. Quite the opposite, the prickling stopped only if he stroked himself.

And stroke, he did. He did so with a large paw pressing against the throbbing length, giving it a firm squeeze while precum was projected out to land on his testicles and coating them.

They were warmer, too…. But barely enough to grip his attention away from… Ornn.

From his brother, whose belly was getting hammered by the inside, hit and hit until the bulge beneath the fur was akin to a blur. Kled seemed too busy using his cock and plowing inside the god’s backside to care. Those tiny white hands were digging into the soft fat, giving himself an anchor while his hips moved at an ungodly speed, smacking against Ornn’s backside until it drowned every other sound.

Volibear watched it. All the while, he bit his lips as he watched his brother’s plump tits bounce up and down, sagging as they were, while delivering a regular flow of milk that dribbled all over the fur. He watched the round belly, adorned by Kled’s sigil, seemingly grow bigger and wider by the second.

He saw his brother’s dumb smile and rolling eyes, the fumes escaping that bearded mouth like a stoked fire about to start… And more. More details from the quivering limbs, as Ornn’s claws dug into the stone.

Volibear took another breath, feeling the prickling in his enormous cock grow more intense. Even with his two hands on his cock, or his belly pressing against the stiff shaft, he could still feel the prickling now. Like a need, or a desire. Worse were his testicles, beanbags churning and almost about to explode. They were so needy, too, but he didn’t dare to push himself beyond the edge or cum.

Not in Kled’s presence.

It was absurd to expect Volibear to submit, to act meekly. But in Kled’s presence, he did. He submitted and bowed to simple rules, not allowing himself any release while he kept stroking and watching his brother beg for mercy… And for Kled’s brood.

And like desired, like awaited, like begged… The brood came.

Ornn’s cries heightened again, closer to a shrill compared to his usual voice. They were so high and loud that they might have frightened every beast on the grounds around. Volibear didn’t stop his stroke, however, watching his Brother’s agony from the cock plowing his guts, stretching them… And yes, the semen. The Yordle’s semen that surely swarmed Ornn’s guts, making them rotund once again.

The skin beneath the red and black fur stretched, distending the magical mark over it without adulterating it. The pain and pressure would be immense, the same as the Yordle’s heat. But so would follow the delight and pleasure of being bred and taken. Volibear could recognize those emotions as he watched his brother’s dumbstruck face, the glassy eyes, and the drooling mouth.

But he turned.

“Ah! What a cunt! But it’s not enough! Where’s my second girl? Guys!” shouted Kled, making Volibear turn to face the small Yordle. Without any respect, the hussar pulled his cock out of the ruined asshole with a cascade of cum landing on his enormous cock and testicles, as well as his paws.

But the flow didn’t stop there as Ornn’s guts clenched and spewed more of the fluids on the Yordle until he stepped away.

“Awh! What a flood! I’ll have Thems clean it up. Hey! Blue whore! Are you ready? Where’s that cunt?”

Kled’s shout stole Volibear away from his vision and observation. For a moment, the Bear became self-aware of what happened and his body. He lowered his blue gaze and watched all his details. And then trembled as his hands moved to touch and stroke his own cock. The organ was throbbing and “hard” by Volibear”s standards. But its size and volume, akin to a tree trunk, forced the tip to bow and point down. To point in Kled’s direction with its black cocktip almost at ground level. The urethra had been distended and opened by the shift in volume and size.

The bulbous tip was broad, perfectly soft… Even under Kled’s strokes when he approached, dragging along his genitals.

“Here… is your cunt,” grumbled Volibear, ashamed and yet yearning. His cock was hard, painfully so. And his testicles were so full of his seed. They were warmer than a summer in the southern lands.

“Hah! What a fine hole! How did you get- Nah, that’s not my problem!” praised Kled, his clawed digits dancing over the foreskin and the corona. He touched the limit and slightly pressed the flesh to have it bend. All before his touches moved away from the cocktip’s limits and closer to the urethra. The hole was… Warm. Hot. Hotter beneath the Yordle’s touch. And oh so sensitive, oh so close to Volibear’s asshole, as the organ seemed to have been changed in a matter of minutes.

Before… Volibear would have been ashamed. But now, his cock dwarfed the Yordle’s size. And yet.

And yet. That enormous cock, so big it hindered Volibear’s movement and forced him to spread his legs while sitting on his balls, was… nothing. It was nothing compared to the sheer virility the Yordle displayed. Without waiting, Kled inserted one finger within the gaping urethra, touching the precum-coated inside. Then, he inserted a second. And a third, and a fourth. He almost fisted the orifice but stopped only to drum against the throbbing inner walls… Much to Volibear’s content groans.

“Pl- Please, take me,” mumbled Volibear, his voice betraying his anticipation at being… Fucked there.

His ass would have been the Yordle’s property. Nonetheless, he would have been fucked on any occasion. But to feel Kled so close to his cock… yes. Volibear bit his lips and daydreamed.

Just long enough for his mind to drift and to be surprised when the Yordle’s cock slapped against his urethra.

“Daydreaming? Uh! I’ll give you something to dream about, blue whore!” chuckled the Yordle.

And screamed Volibear.

The cockhead had punched inside. Not pushed, punched. Like a brutal assault as the gaped urethra had been forced by the cum and lube-coated cock. In a push, the Yordle had fed more than half of his shaft within Volibear’s dick, making the throbbing organ bulge in the underside. A sight as absurd as it was perverted.

The stretching was intense, brutal, unexpected for a hole that had never been taken that way.

But by glancing at Volibear’s open mouth and rolling eyes, it was easy to say he enjoyed the sensation. He even cried, his face contorted by a mask of sheer delight while tears streamed down his cheeks. He teared up and groaned, feeling his enormous cock bloated while Kled grabbed his cockhead to hump it like a savage beast.

“Oh yeah! You’re a tight one, too! But not like your sister!” laughed Kled while his hips humped and pumped within Volibear’s erect shaft.

The moment was… brutal, without any other way to describe it. Kled’s tiny feet were stomping on the massive bear’s testicles, squeezing and massaging them in the same way while their owner moaned and groaned under the abuse. His gonads were tender, sensitive, swollen with so much cum… And yet, the tiny Yordle was eagerly using them as nothing but glorified footrest while fucking and using that urethra.

Those tiny clawed hands firmly gripped the corona, nearly threatening the grown but sensitive flesh… But never wounding it. Kled was quick, rabid, brutal… But not enough to gouge and leave sore spots as he was jumping, bouncing, and… Yes… making sure that urethra was thoroughly stuffed.

And stuffed it was.

From the side view, the bulge kept moving up and down… But further down with each of Kled’s pushes. The throbbing organ was a mere hole, a sleeve that contracted with each of its pulses. With it, the inner walls closed on Kled’s cocktip without even stopping the movements. They only hindered it… And made it worse for Volibear as he was experiencing one of the most unnerving sensations he had experienced… And yet, the most satisfying.

Whatever Kled was doing, stretching and forcefeeding that cock with precum, Volibear embraced it.

He huffed, heaving like a beast of burden despite being only the recipient of such abuse… But his body had given in, turned this into a torment in which Volibear’s mind was thrown left and right without any hope of recovering.

He felt the thrusts, intensified and brutal. He sensed the pulls, careless and quick…. He felt the grip tightening. He felt the toes giving him another kick.

“Hrmphh… Get! Ready! Girl! It’s all for you!” laughed Kled as his voice had heightened… And his breath ran ragged. That unique eye trembled, too, while that tiny body was overtaken by shivers and quivers while bent over.

Whatever Kled was doing… It was nearing its end, and that tiny fluffy body seemed about to implode with the way the Hussar held himself.

More than that, Volibear could feel how the flow of precum waned, was reduced, was limited… It had become a trickle, nothing fancy. The god bit his lips expectantly. Kled was slowly recovering, straightening his back… And then, he gave a final thrust.

A… last thrust that sent Volibear spiraling down.

Cum…

A flood of cum poured down his urethra. It was an unleashed sea, a broken dam, a tempest. It hit Volibear’s prostate, then started to go back up as there was resistance from the Bear’s organ. Yet… It was only to have Kled’s dick firmly set inside and yet spewing more cum within.

For a moment, Volibear’s cock bulged in the underside, the skin taut and getting a rounder shape. The situation was at an impasse, stuck by the flow and the resistance.

“Awh! Girl! Don’t make me wait!” shouted Kled, brutal… As usual.

And in his usual brutal way, he gave Volibear the knee. He hit right when the spot started to bulge the most. And it seemed that it had been… What was needed.

The god’s blue eyes opened wider when he sensed the warm hot cum right into his prostate… And going in there. It moved inward, upward, outward, down… In its path, it burned everything. An inferno of pleasure that swallowed Volibear entirely, taking down the tempest and replacing it with the ashes of pleasure.

That cum, so potent and hot, continued its route.

It ignored the clenching of the weak prostate while it invaded the inner reaches. It progressed where it shouldn’t. And even in his state of dumb pleasure, with his eyes open and maw dropping, Volibear had an inkling of how impure that act was. But was there something he could do? Nothing. He relished the moment as the cum moved downward towards his scrotum.

It started like a tickling, coming from the spot where his groin and the pouch were joined. It tickled, rose sparks but unlike the magic Volibear wielded. Then, the sparks turned into a shock into the right overswollen orb. Then the left.

It was… Unlike anything. Or so was every moment with Kled. Every night, every… Moment with Kled was unlike any other.

Yet… Volibear sensed it, the wrongness. The heat from the semen was spreading around his testicles like wildfire. It started small near the top, with tiny sparks and a tickling sensation… As well as a sort of numbness. But then, it went beyond. It moved and spread, ignoring the sanctity of Volibear’s manhood.

It… Was corrupting it.

Kled’s semen was corrupting his testicles, etching in them the semen of a mortal. With each ground gained, the sparks grew more intense and brutal. They scoured through Volibear’s godly body and threatened his mind and soul. With each passing second, he could feel more and more of his testicles being branded with the seed of someone else. It wasn’t even, like an ongoing battle. But on that battlefield, his might was nothing…

Nothing when Kled kept pushing more, akin to a river or cannon, than a mere ejaculation. Still about on those swollen testicles, Kled gave Volibear a smirk. Did he know about what was happening beneath his paws, under the fur, the skin? Was he aware of what his ejaculation entailed and the effect on Volibear’s body?

The god of Tempest wondered… Then broke, moaning, when Kled gave another thrust.

Where did he find the strength for it? Volibear begged for it to stop. But it didn’t. Kled continued and the movement followed, cum was pushed within. Consequences followed, as more dense and backed-up semen, condensed from the pressure within Volibear, moved down.

At that moment, it felt less like a fire and more like a punch… Like a deliberate hit right in the core of Volibear’s manhood… The god gasped.

“What is it, Girl? Don’t like when a yordle fills your eggs?” laughed Kled, openly taunting Volibear while he gave another thrust… And another rush hit the Bear.

The right testicle was almost gone. Only a tiny spot had remained untouched, but the rest burned and gave off an aura that could only be compared to Kled’s.

The left… Had a better chance, but more than half was overtaken and…. Even if Kled stopped now, Volibear was unaware if he could recover. He gulped.

His fingers tensed, and his fists clenched… He saw Kled pull back his hips, going away… Volibear’s urethra formed a tight seal and by pulling, Kled was also pulling on the “lips” the hole formed. It was… So much. Too much for Volibear as he quivered and trembled, watching that enormous cock pull away. If… it did. There would be a chance for him and his spawn. He could still sire another child that wasn’t a Yordle and-

“You want it, girl? A last shot?” said Kled, cutting through Volibear’s line of thoughts.

He observed the dirty grin the Hussar gave him, read through the expression… And groaned when the Yordle gave his nuts another stomp.

“Let’s give them a last farewell! To your swimmers!” Kled chuckled, which made almost sense.

Volibear gulped… But nodded.

He braced himself.

He exhaled.

He readied his mind.

But he broke.

Volibear broke when Kled gave his cock a final thrust.

He was ruined the moment more cum was poured into his urethra, forced down the choked prostate and canals. It swarmed and broke down the final barrier the Bear had within his precious jewels. And in one swoop, one thrust… Volibear’s line had been culled.

“All riiight! Doesn’t it feel better, girl? Leaving it all for me?”

Volibear… nodded, ashamed. But nodded nonetheless, his body quivering from another type of pleasure.

“Good! Let’s join your sister! Let’s make more yordles!”