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"Where is that crocodile hiding." Nasus wondered. The canine curator had once more been summoned to the rift, a practice he had long wondered over its purpose. No matter where they were or what they were doing, he and the other "champions" were selected to fight against other individuals. In some visits to this magical rift he would face against the might of Demacia. A country known for its valor and magical prowess, and go into combat with a Noxian assassin, creatures from the void, and a soul warden all too eager to get to know the intricacies of an ascended spirit. In the next call for battle all may be reversed.

In this trial his allies were not of importance; his enemy was his own brother. Renekton, the Butcher of the Sands, did not live up to his title. To Nasus' memory, his brother used to wear Shuriman steel as protection against magics and enemy weaponry. Even if the hardened crocodile scales his ascension gave him were more than enough to stop a hail of arrows. Now, his brother had removed the steel armor for a pair of modern red swimming trunks and a tight-fitting tank top. His once dulled and scarred scales were vibrant with life, soaking wet from a seemingly recent swim. Nasus' blue eyes expected to meet the butcher's burning reds, but his vision was blocked by a pair of yellow sunglasses. This was his ascended brother, yet it was not.

"Yo Nasus, nice to meet ya. What's with the getup, where you at a costume party?" Renekton asked jovially. The tone shocked the curator, he had not heard his brother speak calmly, let alone cheerfully, in a millennium. Hopeful, Nasus wandered closer to this distorted reflection. Could it really be him? Once he took a step too close the crocodile readied his weapon, a square shaped orange box with a pointed tip. Despite not it being the weapon Nasus was used to, the way his brother handled it was all too familiar. "Eh, no matter. How about a fight with the usual bet? For old times' sake." The crocodilian said as he swung his "axe" in front of him. Despite his want to reconcile with this brother, his need to see him in his right mind, the rift demanded that they fight. He could sense the magical beings that spawned from the crystal had begun forming. The battle had already started.

The first few minutes went as normal, as normal as you can get in this realm. The brothers traded blows with each other but was always diligent to disrupt the minions form for their valuables. Nasus had learnt this early in his trips to the rift and siphoned their energy to enhance his own might. Nothing was permanent in this realm after all. He had died so many times, his spirit wandering the battlefield before being resurrected at the fountain. This meant the scholarly curator did no qualms with taking these constructs souls. But Renekton knew how his brother fought, forcing Nasus to play defensively, only grabbing the few minions he could safely take. But once a few waves had come, Renekton took off his glasses, gave Nasus a wink, and teleported away from their standstill.

This happened twenty minutes ago now. Except for some visits by a celestial dragon, taunting Nasus's sense of style and putting pressure on him, it was quiet on his part of the rift. Finally, he had a chance to catch up, barely managing to get any essence from the magical beings, and he did not have any tools at his disposal to help him. His brother, on the other hand, was swimming in riches. The quick teleport moved the butcher to the south side of the rift, aiding in not only killing a masked man, but also the bull that was protecting him. After that Nasus lost count of how many times his teammates fell to his brother.

The jackal swung his staff, siphoning the energy out of every creature that he slays. He was still cautious; he did not know when the celestial dragon would come back, forcing him into hiding behind his tower. But the star forger never came. The curator had easy pickings as he slowly built his strength, his confidence steadily growing. This solitude gave him the courage to carve out a piece of the structure which blocked his path. Using the fickle existence of the minions as a shield, he entered under the tower's watchful gaze. Each moment spent destroying the sentry was a second he needed. As the last mage minion fell, he began to retreat to safety, only to see his brother flash through the wall and lunge at Nasus.

In his folly, Nasus had used up the spells this rift gives its warriors. That last assault from the celestial almost had him killed. Within moments, Renekton tackled him to the ground. His staff flying away in the impact. Nasus tried to get the crocodile off him, but the butcher grabbed an hourglass from his pocket, and with a twist of his wrist, Renekton turned gold as his time stopped. The croc was immovable as the sands of Shurima, no matter how hard the curator tried to escape he was stuck beneath the tower's range, taking several of its arcane bolts. Renekton flickered back to reality and rolled off his brother. Nasus took the bait, running away, his armor scorched by the sentry's blasts. In his escape the jackal forgot his weapon, which now lays firmly in the hands of his scaled brother. "Doggie wants his stick back?" Renekton taunted, tapping the staff against the ground.

With no weapon in hand, and exhaustion starting to wear on him, Nasus observed as his brother sauntered towards him. His cocksure swagger infuriating the Jackal to no ends. Nasus could not back down, if he could distract his brother the rest of his team could do something, anything, to win an advantage. This moment of panicked contemplation was the opening the crocodile needed. Renekton sliced through the creep wave and began attacking Nasus. Each strike rang true, though his axe seemed like a mere toy it still stung like the crescent axe his brother used to wield. The flowing motion brought with it a piece of the curator's armor, each time the enchanted plastic hit him. Soon enough, Nasus was stripped bare, only the bindings across his arm and his loincloth remained as he stood on wavering legs. Renekton grabbed his brother by his midsection and flung him up to his shoulders. Nasus, too drained to fight, let him carry him into the bushes behind them.

"Now, I would say that's my victory. Wouldn't ya agree?" Renekton mused as he placed his brother against the stone wall. Too busy catching his breath, Nasus did not register what his brother's question Placing a hand atop the jackal's head, Renekton scratched behind his ears, making Nasus' tail wag and leg to twitch in rhythm. Flustered, the canine curator tensed up. Why did his body react in this manner? The butcher took his other hand to the seam of his trunks and pulled them down, displaying his leaking slit for his brother. Nasus recoiled in shock. They both loved each other as brothers in the past but it never went past that, even if the jackal had yearned for something more. "Come on then, I won, an you know the deal." Renekton said pushing Nasus's head towards his crotch. The smell burned in the curator's nostril, covering his mind in a thin fog. He could imagine it was strong before, but after Nasus' ascension his sense of smell beat anyone else's. He fought against it, but his already tired body, along with his brother's alluring musk, could not deny that he found the situation... Enticing. The canine curator opened his maw and began to lick up the pre that dripped from the slit.

Renekton leaned over his brother and groaned as he placed his arm against the wall for support. Nasus's eager, slender tongue always dove deep fast, trying to coax his cock out. Each second spent exploring his slit flared Renekton's lust to burn higher, while Nasus' mind blanked as he hungrily tasted his brother's sweat and pre. It was degrading, wrong, and it made the curator anxious. Yet it was liberating. The time he spent wandering the dessert Renekton was always on his mind. On a way to free him from his rage, and on lonely nights how Renekton's caress sent shills up the jackal's body. His love for the croc only blossoming in the years they were separated. Nasus's affection finally being met, hand to head and mouth to slit. Greedily diving deeper, the jackal's tongue brushed against Renekton's cock, it's strong, salty taste making him moan in pleasure. "The vibrations only stimulating the croc's cock further, shooting a jet of pre onto the curator's tongue as it slid further out from the slit."

The curator had to take a break; his fervent tasting of Renekton's hidden member made him forget to breathe. He parted ways with the slit as Renekton's dick slowly crawled out. The thick, wet, length tapped the jackal's nose as it throbbed before him, enticing him to continue. Nasus' own member waking in the process, a wet spot forming on his loincloth, growing with each pulse of his length. Renekton took notice, lifting the curtains with his foot, the touch of cold air sending a shiver up the jackal's spine. Nasus' was slimmer than Renekton's cock, and longer, beating the reptile with an inch, for now. Spurring the jackal on further, the crocodile placed his clawed foot on Nasus' dick, pressing it against the curator's abs. A jolt surged through the jackal's spine as his cockhead met with the sharp digits, Renekton gently pulling his foreskin back. Hunger taking over, Nasus grabbed his brother's hips and shoved Renekton's length into his mouth.

Despite his best efforts to swallow the crocodile's cock in one go, Nasus chocked on the girth and pushed pack, the reptile's cockhead shining with spit. Still, he would not give up, not after so long. With tears starting to form in his eyes, the jackal's maw enveloped Renekton's member slowly. To not choke again the curator focused on tending to the head, voraciously licking the sides and sucking the tip. Renekton gave Nasus an encouraging groan and closed his eyes, focusing on the warm mouth eagerly nursing his dick. In time with Nasus's head bobs, Renekton pressed his sole onto the canine's length, milking the pre out of him with rough, quick jerks of his clawed foot. The curator moaned around his brother's cock once more. The addicting taste and the reptile's affection, which the canine curator has so desperately craved, made it hard for Nasus to control himself. He forced his gag reflex away and took Renekton's member into his tight throat. A slight bulge formed at the top of the curator's neck as he pushed his brother further and further into his gullet. But no matter how much he swallowed, there was more coming out of the butcher's wet slit. Nasus lost control for a moment, too aroused to think straight, and desperately groaned around his brother's cock. Renekton, finally feeling himself bottom out in the curator's constricting gullet, stomped on Nasus's cock, the force of it pushing him over the edge.

Cum erupted out of the jackal's length, coating his chest and Renekton's foot in white strands of virility. Renekton pulled out of Nasus's throat, his dick coated in a layer of saliva. Looking up, the jackal's eyes hazed with lust, Nasus stared at the towering length hovering over him, the croc's member nearly doubled in length since the curator swallowed it. "You spend too much time with your noble friends, doing their busy work. You're as tense as your favorite toy, could barely take me to the base." Renekton said concerned as he flipped his brother over, forcing him stand on all his fours. The words stuck in the curator's mind. Nobles and busy work were nothing Nasus had time for as he wandered the Shuriman dessert. The butcher brought him out of his daze as he grasped Nasus's cheeks, massaging and spreading them apart. "That first shot better have loosened ya up." Renekton said, grinding his heavy axe against the curator's crack. The heat of it radiating through Nasus' fur. "Your ass still shakes like a bitch in heat when you feel it's weight." The butcher teased, firmly grasping the curator's waist.

Nasus was shaking, but not out of this desire Renekton thought he had. He feared for his body, the dick that wettened his back with pre would break him. His instincts kicked in, activating a fury that lasted throughout the sands of time, and making him grow to twice his size. The jackal's muscles growing powerful, tightly hugged by his skin as an arcane rune formed beneath him. He could still feel his brother's dick weigh on his back, but at least it felt smaller now. "There we go, here's the kinky side of yours." Renekton said, a lecherous smile forming on his maw. The curator felt the ground grow wetter as his Renekton's dominant urges took hold. Renekton's muscles bulged as he followed suit with his brother. Veins getting more pronounced, his hands growing to encircle Nasus's hips, his length expanding in both length and width as it weighed down heavier On Nasus's behind. Once he was done, Renekton leaned over his brother and planted a kiss at the nape of his neck. The jackal, no longer the big brother, quivered with suppressed excitement. The butcher had matched his growth and more as he towered over the canine ascendant. Renekton cupped one of Nasus's pecs and squeezed, making the dog groan deep in his throat. "Don't you worry Niceass, I'll not be gentle." Renekton said, slowly pushing the head into the curator's hole.

With some affectionate licks across his back, and gropes on his chest, Nasus relaxed. Letting Renekton's dick enter him. Already he could feel his ass burning, stretched beyond what he thought was possible. The jackal whimpered as his brother grabbed his nipple and twisted it forcefully. The sudden shock of pleasure arched his back, involuntarily bucking against his brother pushing his length further inside. Renekton exhaled, satisfied that his brother was finally getting into it. The crocodile bucked his hips, spearing the curator's inside with more crocodilian meat. "About halfway." The butcher mumbled into Nasus's ear, trying to ease the jackal's mind. Nasus' pain grew as his brother thrust more of his dick into him. But in that pain, he found a spark of pleasure. Renekton built up a rhythm, slow yet firm, as Nasus felt this hint of bliss grow stronger. The stretching still burned, but it seared in a pleasant manner. The uncomfortable intrusion turned to satisfaction as he felt his brother throb inside him. With one final, powerful, push, Renekton's hips slammed into Nasus's. The impact making the jackal's sack to slap against the reptile's crotch, forcing yet another orgasm out of him as his seed painted the ground with white strands.

Not noticing his brother cumming, a groan escaping the reptile as Nasus tightened around him. Renekton pulled out and slammed himself back in, making Nasus bark in surprise. "You're really feeling it today aren't ya?" Renekton asked, each word bringing another smack against Nasus' behind. The curator did not answer, too focused on not embarrassing himself further with unwanted barks and moans. Nasus felt Renekton's scaled hands trail across his chest, once more finding themselves on the jackal's pecs. Greedily groping the curator's ample chest, Renekton pulled Nasus towards him, making them meet halfway while teasing the jackal's sensitive pecs. Renekton huffed into Nasus's ear, grinding his crotch against the jackal's hips. "Don't worry about your image so much. I already know you call me Dominus amongst your friends. Yeah, word travels that fast you horn dog." The butcher whispered, nibbling the jackal's ear. Dominus... Something about the word made Nasus's mind let go of any attempt to make himself seem proud or stoic. His attention turning to the burning pleasure that Renekton's cock gave him. Once he felt his brother hit his prostate, he let out a whorish moan, not a sound someone as dignified as a curator should make. Encouraged by the noises his brother made, Renekton pushed his head against the ground and locked his legs in front of Nasus's. With no escape, Nasus let his tongue roll out his maw, panting with desire. The crocodile roared as he pummeled the curator's ass faster and faster, each ball smacking thrust producing a guttural moan out of Nasus. His arms felt weak, the jackal's whole body was shaking as Renekton pounded his prostate.

With one extra forceful thrust Nasus's arms gave up on him. His ass now hanging in the air thanks to his brother's strong grip. Sweat rolled down each brother's body as they both forced themselves to last longer. Despite their efforts, they both neared their peak. Renekton readjusted his grip and made hard, shallow thrusts into the loose hole he had created. A symphony of moans, groans, and the sound of flesh meeting flesh echoed throughout the arena. Renekton felt a familiar pressure, pressing against the base of his cock. Unable to stop it, he pounded into the hole erratically before sheathing his axe deep inside. A roar filled the crocodile's lungs as the pressure forced itself out. Renekton came hard, jets of cum painting Nasus's insides white as he pumped out every drop into his brother. Nasus followed suit, cumming for the third time that day, his load impressive for most, but compared to the creamy filling he was getting it was nothing.

The butcher pulled out, shooting his last ropes across the curator's back. The viscous, clear stripes complimenting Nasus's naturally brown fur. The jackal felt empty, his burning ring gaping, cum flowing out of it like a white waterfall. Nasus tried to force it shut, to keep some of his brother's warm seed and affection inside. Trying to rise to his feet, Nasus' arms trembled, barely able to hold his upper body. But a slap on his ass from Renekton sent the jackal falling back down, too tired another attempt. "That was fun. Be sure to give me a call next time so we don't have to do it here. Or have those nobles taste for exhibitionism rubbed off on ya?" Renekton teased his panting brother. The butcher left the bush without his trunks, leaving them with his brother, just in case he needed some alone time after this. "Time to end this game" Renekton said to himself, readying his weapon as his pole retreated to his slit.

Meanwhile, on another rift, Nasus. wearing a monocle and a blue vest, rode Renekton, the furious butcher of the sands, his plate armor strewn about the grassy field. The curator's grey trousers destroyed by the crocodile's savage slashes with his sharp claws. "Show some more of that strength you're famous for Rene. I want you to have to perform CPR to bring be back after this." Nasus screamed in joy, pushing his ass down onto Renekton's cock. "Cease, I beg you. You have quelled my rage a long time ago. I require some rest." The crocodile panted out, his internal balls nearly emptied into his brother. "Nonsense!" The dapper dog said. "We still have forty minutes before any of our incompetent teams wins. If you're not up for it, I will gladly switch places." Nasus said, moaning once more as he smashed his prostate against Renekton's dick.