Kled’s bitches
Wait? When that second bitch appeared?
Kinktober Day 26: Cuckolding/Lingerie
Kled’s bitches
Wait? When that second bitch appeared?
Kinktober Day 26: Cuckolding/Lingerie
“The fire was lit! Them’s could care about one wildfire or two, that was a brothel! But that’s the moment I was outta my brother’s shadow! I… Think? Can you get out of your brother’s shadow if he’s immortal?”
An awkward silence remained.
“Well. I haven’t encountered it yet since I’ve tasted that purple jelly. Spicy. I should get more.”
He even scratched his teeth with his claw, nitpicking at the jerky stuck in between. And then, he looked around.
“What was I doing again?”
The diminutive Yordle looked around, his only working eye scanning the room. Pots and kettles, pantry door open and its contents ransacked, fireplace lit. Yes, he was in the Kitchen. And for a moment, he paused, scratching his neck.
He was doing something important, something he had been wanting to do for a while. Murdering? He’d done so often, so he didn’t have to wait.
Spicy mushroom juice? He’d gotten it two weeks ago.
His mind wandered, listening to the crackling fire, the soft breaths, the slight suction, and Skaarl munching.
Then… He looked to his right.
“You can’t tell?”
He addressed the overly massive and bound crocodile. Sure enough, Kled wasn’t assured crocodiles could grow to such a size, practically 10 feet tall. Nor could they be bipedal, wear armor, and sprout an erection that was oddly like them’s humans between the legs.
But those legs were wide open and couldn’t move much further since the large Crocodile, who called himself Renekton, had ropes and chains all around him.
He could speak, sure. But after enough gizmos and ball gags stuffed in that jaw, that ‘Renekton’ Crocodile couldn’t talk much more.
There remained the question that hung in the air as Kled continued to scratch his chin. And then heard a cough.
Then, he looked down.
“Oh… Riiiight! You bitch!”
Or whore. It was undoubtedly the latter Kled meant when he moved his hips and felt his humongous dick, practically as sizeable as one leg, slip further into that sultry and generous hole. Sure, the lace panties were digging a bit on the dick’s right side, but with a finger pulling on the pink fabric, nothing was stopping him from plunging his dick deep between those black-furred buns and into that pink asshole.
Even then, that fabric made it all the better. It was the perfect completion to the pink bras, the pink fishnet stockings, and gloves on the canine’s body. And that thong had been perfect when that bitch strutted into the room on heels, practically begging for his attention.
Maybe it had slipped Kled’s mind for a moment.
Even then, it didn’t take long for Kled to be enjoying the perks of such a slutty and massive hole. It wasn’t like thems, so tight, so tiny, always begging, ‘No stop’ or ‘I have a family’ or ‘I repeat you, I’m not a whore’ or ‘I’m just a man’.
Always speaking and rambling out loud.
No, that hole was divine in many ways; maybe it was that holy aura it gave off. But it was also exciting to have a bitch that could keep quiet. Though… Perhaps it was that ball-gag the Canine wore, too.
“You was saying a thing?” asked Kled, leaning forward, practically grinding his body against the Canine’s back after pulling out, just so he could crawl, advance, and yank that ball-gag out.
“I-“ gargled the Canine, his blue eyes looking towards the Crocodile. “You…Hmm.”
“Don’t hmm and ahh me,” huffed Kled, crawling back and landing afoot on the tiny stool he’d been using to fuck that rim that looked well glazed and practically sucking in air.
An asshole that even had that typical vertical split from constant abuse by Kled’s mast… Mast, he put back inside, inserting it into that puffy hole that felt like he was back home.
It was warm, it was moist, it was tender on his cock. It was… Familiar, too. Though Kled could tell that about many Noxian and non-Noxian bitches.
“Ah, yes. That’s the place,” purred the Yordle, craning his neck while having a hand on his hat to keep it steady, while he began to fuck and hump, to have his massive cock being pressed and massaged. His foreskin, loose, was getting pulled along by the sphincter’s clenching entrance, amplifying the sensation of pulling on his cock.
No, more than that, that sphincter was good at sucking and squeezing his cocktip whenever he was on the verge of pulling out.
Still, there was something he couldn’t remember as he glanced right, to the Crocodile, then down to the Bitch.
Then, awe appeared on his face.
“Riiiiiiiiiight! That’s him!” said Kled with a grin, outstretching his hand and delivering a raw smack on that posterior.
Not wobbly, but it was close enough for the diminutive Yordle to laugh, guffaw, and then look at the bound Crocodile.
“Renekton, that?” asked the Yordle, snapping his fingers towards the Ascended.
The golden eyes reawakened with a glare, focused on Kled.
“How does it feel I fuck your lover?”
The answer was a growl and the body pulling on the chains, but not without much insistence. Magical chains did wonders while Kled returned to the bitch, smacking that posterior and feeling the sphincter clench around his dick.
“Feels like a pussy!” even laughed Kled, smacking that posterior again before rubbing the sore spot. “Tight! And wet! Exquisite! Dunno why you lost the bitch.”
Well, it was no surprise. Many a bitch would come up to Kled, expecting him to be a tiny Yordle. All petite and frail. The end result? It ended with snark, lots of fucking, lots of ruined make-up.
The Canine? He didn’t have any mascara, but those eyes were just as watery, and the fur smeared along those cheeks as he smiled.
“Yordle dicks are the best! Brother!” added the Canine, his voice shrill and his smile genuine.
“Oh… Brother?”
Kled raised an eyebrow and glanced at the Crocodile. Then back to the Canine. His smile grew, and then he delivered another spank…. Purring while his cock was being squeezed again.
“Holy shit, you’re freaky!” he chuckled, pulling back to the cock tip and hammering that mast back inside, with much cries from the Canine. “But too bad. It doesn’t run in the family anymore!”
Kled even threw his head back, letting his hat drop on the way before he leaned forward, smacking his lips and licking them.
“Imma have fun fucking your bitch for you, ‘brother’. Is that right? Brother-in-law or something?” continued Kled, his hunger palpable.
The Crocodile reacted, moved, trashed. But the chains were too strong… Much like that erection between the Crocodile’s legs, strong and drippy.
“Oh! Keep squeaking! Your brother loves it!” snarled Kled, waving his hand at the Crocodile before he looked down at the stupid smile from the Canine… As well as the cum all over his face and the droopy lips. Oh yeah, he’d fucked that mouth before fucking that ass. He might as well fuck that mouth again when he’s done with that fine cunt.
A thought that brought a smile. Then, Kled smacked that posterior, making it clench even harder.
“Keep tight before I pump you with cubs, doggy!” laughed Kled.
Then, with his two small hands digging into the massive and oversized posterior, Kled… Fucked. His cock, his rod, his spear, rushed inside that clenched cunt.
Clenching that continued and worsened whenever Kled’s claws dug into the plump flesh and drew slight gashes.
The smile remained, plastered on both faces, while the Crocodile’s grunts turned into whines. In contrast, the expression of anger turned into submission, lust, and desire.
Envy. Perhaps. Though Kled didn’t care for those envying him and his dick. He cared only if they could polish his spear. And damn, the Doggy’s hole was polishing him until it could go full gold.
Spit and lube wouldn’t be as good as whatever lube that asshole produced. And it certainly felt good for Kled to have his cock practically gliding inside, pushing against and through the inner walls without finding much resistance. Only a slew of pressure, of suction, that kept on edge, needy, excited… All the while, it brought him closer to an orgasm, to an explosion, to that groin exploding inside that firm cunt.
Closer… until he couldn’t push back and his cock smacked deep inside while his testicles, fuzzy and white, slammed against the buttcheeks. A slam, a hit… And a sigh as Kled reached for his head, frowned at the lack of a hat, and then huffed.
It didn’t matter much; he wasn’t on duty. And that bitch… Oh, that bitch was milking his cock dry as he looked at the Crocodile.
A slight pull back, and some of the length, a few inches, slipped out. A few inches covered with cum, and were getting covered some more due to the constant pumping inside and the pressure that kept growing.
A pressure that ended with jets of cum landing on Kled’s belly and groin, adding up to the previous shots he’d received before without a care.
And he smiled. No, he grinned viciously as the Crocodile and his lustful erection.
“Aye. See, your brother has the best pussy in town!” gloated Kled, not even caring as his Bitch was again gargling and coughing up cum.