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«Must we do this? At this hour?"

Huddled like a bundle in those arms, the Jackal expected with a hint of apprehension the response of Renekton while the massive Crocodile ran through the Temple's corridors.

"Come on, they are probably smashed and too focused on their little party to pay attention to us. They left you to fester in that Library, once more. And even then, what could those drunkards do? Impend your reading hours?"

In return to that remark, the azure eyes of the Jackal averted to the ground, ashamed to agree with his brother.

"You are right. But next time..."

He had been working all day within the library, his thoughts focused on the deciphering of another communication from the up-north reports. Many a peer disregarded his attention to the minute details. So dismissive of how mortals attempted to conceal knowledge to the Ascended of Shurima, to the Gods given shape by the greatest Empire of all.

But Nasus disregarded those attitudes and their need for any victorious celebrations.

For the mighty Jackal clad in golden armor and covered in dark fur, those documents were as precious as any transcript or thesis on the walls of the Library. However, the Scholar had hardly accounted for a mischievous presence within the walls of the Temple.

As those eyes had been wandering the vellum, scaled hands gripped his form and jerked him away.

Obviously, he had sought to fight the sudden pull, even throwing punches at that aggressor. To which that foreign presence had countered with a mere kiss, their muzzle pressed together until the breath was stolen from the Nasus's lungs.

That's how the Scholar ended here, carried off like a stolen prize by his own brother. Squat yet mighty, the Renekton's crocodilian form bulged with muscles, defined beneath those hardened cream and emerald scales. That robust body, dedicated to war, was running through the maze-like temple, leading down a path marred by desuetude.

Those golden eyes pierced the night that had taken hold of the rooms. Still wearing his armor, the Warrior was offering a toothy smirk to his eldest. And in a way, Nasus was... infatuated by that sight in armor and helmeted.

"Next time, I won't wait for them to be drunk and you to be your usual bookworm. Though now... Your brother is here to indulge in tender moments."

And there, the smirk became a grin Nasus hastily averted his gaze from, red in the face.

Alternatively, he examined the derelict baths of the Royal Wing. A remnant lost within the Temple, or lest forsaken by many Ascended. Those were too far from the center, the waterworks old beyond age and many were thinking about reusing the structure there. However, those baths seemed to be working as hot water was pouring into the large stone basins and magical lanterns produced light to that familiar place.

Despite the steam or the overwhelming sight of the quaint fixtures, the Jackal noticed a mat placed close to one pool. And close to it, a small basket along with some bottles, a few of wine.

"Did you..." Began Nasus, trailing off as he attempted to decipher the inscriptions. "Did you raid the reserves?"

"Hmm. Why would my brother accuse me of such crimes? Do you see anything from the Emperor's reserves?" Closing the distance, Renekton squatted above the mat to lay Nasus there, before he picked one of the bottles whose seals had been scratched off. "Those are gifts from my devotes."

"Urff, you are the worst Renekton."

"Tell me that later."

In a sultry tone, the variegated reptile let go of the bottle instead to take a step in the direction of Nasus. With the Jackal on the ground, Renekton almost towered above him: his green scales shimmered in the lamps' light whilst the cream ones, on his torso and belly, seemed almost darkened by his shadow.

With each step, the Herculean form of Renekton bulged and those soft scales moved, pushed from beneath by coiled muscles... Especially now as he was leaning in, reaching for Nasus's chin with clawed fingers to steal another kiss. Though this time, Nasus offered no resistance as their mouths met. Feverish, the tongue of Renekton pried the lips open, wormed its way between the carnivorous teeth before uniting with his lover. As usual, both shared an aftertaste of grapes and consumed flesh, though both were looking for a different taste.

And while their eyes closed, saliva united, Renekton explored the lean body of the Jackal. Those shoulders pad hiding a muscular but sensitive chest, the chiseled abs, the green skirt beneath which lay his prize.

In a bold attempt, Renekton reached inside the clothes and stole a whimper from Nasus as claws met with metal.

"Are you a good boy? Taken care of my gift?" Inquired the Crocodile through a stolen breath, separating their muzzle a moment to get a view of Nasus. To admire the flared nostrils as fear and shame struck that stoic face. And the delicious way he looked aside whenever they spoke of "this". So bashful.

"I am and have, Renekton."

Extending his hand, Renekton then pulled on the silk to reveal what stood beneath. Between the powerful thighs of Nasus, where his manhood stood, was a cage. Made of ornate gold, jewels were attached to the elaborate design that caged the genitals of the Jackal. It hid them away: the cock definitely concealed with the representation of a Crocodile's head, whilst the testicles were pulled by the ring encircling them.

And without uttering another word, the Warrior felt the damp precum against his index.

"Aching for some release?"

And still looking away, Nasus nodded with his ears lowered.

Each time he did this. And each time Renekton could not resist as he leaned forward to deposit a kiss between those long ears, watching them flap a second. Nor could he resist to the whimpers while sliding his claw within the lock of the cage, feeling the mechanism give way. Click, it released its jaws.

From there, it became easy to remove the cage and observe the crocodile's head disappear, replaced by the sight of Nasus's manhood. Eight inches. For a mortal, that sight was considerable, and the purplish shaft stood girthy with a mushroom-shaped tip. But on an Ascended body, that length was... Ridiculous. Even the testicles of Nasus were bigger, and it was with only two fingers that Renekton took hold of the shaft.

"Hmm. Is it me or your tiny cock is looking smaller? Or I forgot my brother had always possessed such a pricklet."

The mouth of Nasus watered while he bit his lips. His cock was hard like a rock, dripping with precum, and the caress of Renekton was... Enthralling. As much as those humiliating words laced with lust.

The Crocodile had always sought an outlet for his frustration and rage. Whereas Nasus... Nasus appreciated the attention. Jibes that were not directly hurled at him with disdain, but enticed, made him feel excited about this despite what he was... lacking.

And there, Renekton squeezed the tip of that cock between his rough fingers. And the reaction was of a small spurt from the Jackal's cock, precum surging from the urethra to coat and cover the deft hand.

"Are you squirting? It does feel like it, Brother."

The eyes still averted, Nasus bit his lips though just the mention of squirting made him spurt another time, and Renekton laughs. A laugh that kept on and on. Even as the crocodile stopped to masturbate the Jackal, chose to approach the precum-coated hand close of whom had sullied it.

And those golden eyes were stating one truth: Lick it.

One order Nasus followed by extending his muzzle and swallowing the digit, sampling the slightly tart and salty taste of his fluids the fingers rubbed on his tongue.

"Good. Keep going."

With that praise and his other hand free, Renekton quickly threw away his helmet, exposing that head. Only then to lower the fingers towards the buckle and unfasten it, removing the sole article that stopped his loincloth from falling.

And he grinned to his Brother, watching him suckle while clothes fell, this body was exposed.

Beneath the dyed silk, the Warrior displayed a generous manhood: his testicles were massive and heavy, to the point his scrotum looked taut; while his penis had already started to slide out of its sheath. Moreover, only a third of Renekton's length pushed through, and even then, their sizes were now comparable.

And unashamed, Renekton squatted before his brother. Their cocks pressed together, he slid a finger to rub the red tip against the mushroom-shaped one.

"You want it, don't you? You want to be rewarded for keeping that cage for so long, hmm?"

Grinning like a madman, the knuckles of Renekton advanced and began to press the barrier of the uvula, making Nasus gargle... And tear up.

"Tsk. You still have no control, Brother. You ought to stop visiting your Library and instead look on for some guards' barracks. They may teach you how to worship, and worship well."

Taunted Renekton, pressuring Nasus into another whimper and gargle, while he was masturbating his mastodon of a cock. Clutching the penis with his fingers, and feeling it throb and grow, the crocodile lazily pumped his length. From his urethra oozed precum down onto the Jackal's cock until the manhood rose, its tip extending beyond the smaller shaft. Bigger, larger, until it could no longer be compared to Nasus's.

Three times lengthier than the Scholar, Renekton dwarfed his brother easily... And a few jabs were given with his cocky movement as the slapped that meat against the spurting cocklet.

"Speak." He ordered, pulling out the now glazed fingers from the maw.

"Don't... Don't tease me more Renekton, we don't have all the night."

"Ohh, but you're wrong. We have all night. And the rest of our lives."

He stated, raising the coated hand... And then slid it between his legs, below his cock, behind his testicles. Until a squelching sound filled the room. Grunting and moaning, the Warrior savored the feeling of the digits pushing through his rim.

Swollen but tensile, the muscle easily gave way and the added saliva seemed almost enough of a lubricant. Without pain, without any tension, another finger roamed in. Then a third, a four... And soon, it was with his four fingers Renekton pleased himself. His mouth opened, his eyes fastened, he spread the fingers to make sure the orifice was significantly gaped before he pulled out the slick digits.

And before Nasus thought of it, the crocodile straightened himself up, his steps leading closer to the Jackal's torso. Each step, his testicles moved like a pendulum, swinging akin to boulders. Before those laid on the Jackal's lower belly, a mischievous grin on Renekton's muzzle.

After days without any contact, except his cage, Nasus's cock had grown sensitive and needy to the touch, eager to explode at the meager caress. And what Renekton offered was a saliva-coated hole, a cleaned orifice whose rim clenched within his control. Nestled between those round and firm glut, Renekton's asshole might have glistened with all the sweat covering it, exuding an earthy and mind-numbing scent. One Nasus could not inhale and reflex on, as he froze instantly.

Toes curling, lips bit, the Jackal moaned at the mere graze from his tip against the tightened pucker.

"Hh- Bro-ther"

"Silence, pup. You have not penetrated me, and are already about to cream yourself?"

In fact, the cock of Nasus was already spraying precum over the hole, the viscous fluid covering the rim and radiating with warmth, almost to explode. There was nothing. Nothing of importance, or pleasure for Renekton who grunted.

The Jackal was desperate.

The Crocodile frustrated.

And he impaled himself on the cock. And despite the tense sphincter, Nasus's cock fitted perfectly within that hole. Squeezing, tugging upon his flesh, the warm insides were akin to Renekton's mouth but more. This was divine, perfection even, and he cried in pleasure.

Directly to cover his mouth.

His expression aghast, Nasus directed his azure and ashamed eyes to Renekton. Who was all too focused. His thoughts ordained while clenching and releasing the muscles to give the Jackal a pleasurable experience. And it was only at two-thirds of the length inside that he stopped, and huffed. And looked back.

"Hands down. If you attract the rest of the Ascended with your pathetic bursts, so be it. Now, hands on the hips." Ordered Renekton, and Nasus quickly promptly followed. Both hands towards the hips of the Crocodile, before he lowered them on his brother's buttocks.

Brother who chuckled and growled, then lowered himself until his whole body was entirely seated on Nasus's groin, their hips pressed together.

"Hrmphh... Perfect. Good boy~"

Through his barred teeth, Renekton praised Nasus only to push on his left knee with one hand, preparing something. And he arose his hips, his sphincter filling the almost empty with that squelching sound until... Until Nasus felt the tip of his cock no longer pressed.

Until the fresh air rushed to his tip's contact, cajoled the sensitive skin.

Until the Crocodile lowered himself. In a second, their hips met anew while grunts and moans came from both Ascended. Came from Nasus, who felt his brother's tail slap his testes and whose scrotum smacked the black-furred groin.

Once more it began. Renekton groaned, but rose, his body akin to a weight he lifted only to throw it down.

Only for his inner to rush to the contact of the pricklet and crush it, squeezing its mediocre length.

But it did not halt.

Each movement stole a burst of pleasure from the Jackal. Between his legs, his cock was used, aking to a tool or toy. He was riding on by his brother, masturbated by that ass who pushed down each second. And he loved every second of it as much as hating it.

He delighted in the toe-curling sensation, loathed the mind-numbing sting.

And ceaseless, Renekton's innards maintained their massage, their caress. For the second that passed inside, the Scholar experienced the tender flesh swallowing his own, smearing the spurted precum over it.

It was a vice grip, no different than a hand, and yet... The moisture, the warmth, the slight tug and squeeze. Even with the pain of his Brother's crushing his belly, Nasus moaned and groaned whilst his mushroom-shaped tip was only engulfed in the ass whenever the Crocodile extended his legs.

And he cried out loud when the testicles struck his belly and bruised it, battering his torso although it was not the pain that snatched his wits. But his whole small penis, so tiny and yet sensitive, begging for all the attention.

The attention Renekton openly gave with this mischievous grin. Not only strong and mighty, but he also controlled his inner and admired the reactions of Nasus. Whenever the Jackal trembled, shivered, and whined, Renekton stopped. Stopped until those toes no longer curled and a pathetic mewl resonated through the bath.

And he resumed, his ass leaking a few drops of cum. Warm and hot, the fluid invaded his guts but he rode on, giving no peace and instant to Nasus.

"Br-Brother!"

"Silence, boy."

Shushed the crocodile, as those eyes displayed a sliver of anger, slight frustration. He rode on and slapped once more his testicles on the Jackal's groin.

He would not relent, let Nasus beg, or stop those hips.

His brother yearned for a release, and in so would come to regret it in the end. And cherish it all the more. But those faces, he loved each of them: desperate for release as he fingered him all night; bemoaning in his chamber late in the morning when worshiping; the fear tainting those azure eyes whenever they meet late at night; the tingle of joy and genuine grin when another night was promised. Renekton desired to see anew, and more.

More of those faces, akin to the defeated and lowered ears of his brother, the tearing eyes surmounted with raised brows. A sight to behold and grin at, as he bounced once again. In a trance, the Warrior let the tip of the cock graze his prostate before he corrected himself.

A touch of satisfaction for himself, not to come. And in so, neither should Nasus.

Orgasm after orgasm, all ruined by a careful admiration of the eldest, his kin. Oh, he so desired to see that face again and to taste the saliva dripping from those lips. Perhaps he would allow his kin to lick the semen filling his backside.

The jaw clenched, the fingers digging the stone they were on, the Jackal had fastened his eyes. But at no moment could the Jackal have closed himself to the pain and pleasure.

And there, he was about to come for the umpteenth time. He no longer held count, or so he would truly despair. He yearned for real release and had none. Given the most pure sensation, to have it snatched at the last second. He dug, and dug, before the palms fell flat on the ground, and another mewl echoed through the room.

"Good boy, you've made a good job."

Punctuated Renekton, his muzzle leaning forwards. Relaxing his legs and pushing forward, it was a matter of seconds before Nasus's cock slid outside. There, in a loud Schlurp, the tip rubbed the rim of Renekton and then let go, no longer restrained by the steamy asshole.

In an instant, cum and precum poured out of the used orifice, a torrent of musky fluids released all over the Jackal's manhood and groin. Scalding semen penetrated the hair, soaking it up whilst Renekton moved on and let the trail progress onto the abdomen.

Though much of the Crocodile's focus was on the sweat-drenched face of Nasus, on the signs of exhaustion and wasted desires. On that finally opened mouth, dripping with saliva. The unclenched jaw he picked up, elevated so they would face one another before their lips met.

One head tilted on the left, the other on the right, their mouth met and their tongues tangled. Saliva was shared, along with caresses. A scaled hand on the cheek, a furred one on the torso. Stamina and breathing was nothing for the Ascended, though their body still sought air and respite.

Both he gave back to Nasus when they broke their union, and Renekton leaned on to kiss between his Brother's ears.

"You were wonderful."

"By- By the Sun Renekton, did you have to ride me like this?" Retorted the Scholar, with indignation only to see the still hard and untouched shaft of the Crocodile. "I won't be able to wear my loins for hours, if not days."

"Perfect, so you won't have to hide my gift nor your tiny manhood."

"Oa-"

"Shhh. I am not done." He continued, whispering directly to the Jackal's right ear... And biting it. "They will see your cock drip while I finger you, use you like the slut you are. Because, that's right, you are a slut Nasus. You desire it more than anything else. Imagine them abusing you, all of them."

His sultry voice dancing within Nasus's mind, Renekton slid the fingers upward, towards the other ear he pinched and tugged on. And observed the recriminations of Nasus fade away.

"No longer stuck in your library, you could be more useful pleasing your peers. Letting them rail and release some pressure. Tell me... Implore me to let them do this to you."

"Renek- Renekton, please."

"Please... What?" Growled the Crocodile, his mouth leaning downwards, down the neck. One he covered in kisses and affection, one he gently nibbled and teased. And in both, he forced his kin to moan.

"I am a whore, help me." Answered the Jackal, though his tone changed halfway, forsaking the lustful plead for a growled request.

Probably a spike of ego from the man who had not pushed back and would not.

"I love you. Now, spread your legs." Whispered back the Warrior. And in a swift moment, he returned away to retrieve one bottle. Smaller than those of wine, and one carried carefully. Though in his return, he frowned at the sight of Nasus, still laying over but exploring his soiled fur.

"We have already discussed this, I can't do this, Renekton."

"Nonsense. And I have taken something that may help." Retorted Renekton as he smacked those thighs. A sufficient encouragement as they did move, and permitted Renekton to kneel between them.

Spread and raised, both legs stretched the glutes which, in return, exposed the firm and tight asshole of the Jackal. The rim was dark and almost invisible due to the fur, it was clear Nasus had no concrete experience, though Renekton had been pleading to change that fact.

Grinning back, he uncorked the bottle and spill a bit of its content over his fingers, experiencing the oily texture spread and sticks to his scales. He even joined them together to test the viscosity, and then pushed them against the rim. Delicately, and guided by the moans of the Jackal holding his testicles above, Renekton coated the hole with the lukewarm substance.

"Hrmph... By the Sun Disc, Renekton. What it is?" Asked Nasus, his voice cut by the ceaseless groans.

"Olive oil. Nothing fancy." He stated although the bottle would have cost a lifetime of salary to a mere soldier, due to its quality. And yet, he merely utilized it to smear the orifice of Nasus, coating it until the hole glistened.

The hole... And his fingers as he placed the half-emptied recipient aside to rub the digits together, covering them entirely before he pressed against the orifice of the Jackal.

Tensed, coiled, straining under the effort; the hole did not budge at the mere pressure and only more strength permitted the tip to pass through. And for the Jackal to cry in discomfort.

"Breathe, Nasus." Ordered Renekton, applying his greasy left hand on the cheek to spread it. All while forcing the index further, though the Jackal did not relent in his effort to torment his ears.

"Breathe!" Suddenly roared Renekton, raising his deft hand to smack the bare ass in a thunderous clap.

The shock swept over his kin's buttock, followed by a yelp, then a jolt. The muscles contracted to their utmost, only to relax. Then to clench and restrain the finger anew.

"Hic!"

Curious, Renekton raised his head to see Nasus gnawing his lips and retaining another hiccup, in vain. The azure eyes were flustered, the ears lowered, and that bashful expression was all the more delectable. And enjoyable for Renekton who laughed out loud.

"Oa- Oasis! Oasis! By- Hic- the Sun Disc! Hic- Don't laugh at me!" Attempted Nasus, cut by the reflex.

And each proffered word cut by them made Renekton roar with increasing intensity, the smacking hand now patting the heated cheek, the unique action he dared to do.

"So- Sorry Brother. But you are just... So you!" Called out the Crocodile, using his wrists to rub his eyelids while he regained his composure, then returned to the orifice...

And chuckled a bit more when he overheard another hiccup.

"I- Hic- hate you! Jade."

"At least, this slutty ass will be relaxed."

And though the sudden contraction of the abdomen was followed by the rest of the body, Renekton no longer felt the resistance as he began anew. One knuckle, a second, a third. Slowly, he progressed the finger and coated the inners of Nasus with the oil, letting him adapt and breathe.

Of course, his brother was suffering from the penetration, as he was not used to it. But with the tension gone, the Scholar could slowly appreciate the odd sensation of his ass opening up, of the digits caressing his rim. Of the second finger added in, and participating to the back and forth inside him.

Of the third that drummed his inside, searching for something.

Next, he jolted.

Akin to be struck by lightning, Nasus's back arched, and his vision flickered. From there, it was only a matter before Renekton began to circle the sensitive spot, tormenting the Jackal. The same who observed his sore manhood arise anew, black and coated with more fluids.

A promise, a needy desire, he could not stop himself from taking up.

Gnawing his lips, the Scholar rose two fingers and stroked him, pinching the length between the index and the thumb with care. Then, There, with his bashful expression, he pulled from the base to stretch the foreskin. And he moaned, from both his sensitive cock giving him pleasure... And his ass being masterfully worked by his kin. With three fingers inside, the Crocodile was not only spreading the orifice but breathing against it, his warm exhalation bringing an ecstatic sensation, and giggles.

"Having your fun, whore?"

Chuckled Renekton as he was leaving his posture and place. No longer needed below to work his fingers in Nasus, he leaned forth. And almost made the Jackal tip on the left by crushing one thigh with his weight. Though Nasus did not seem unfazed by this, quite the opposite as they were meeting eye to eye.

One masturbating his cock, the other that ass. And in a growl, the Crocodile stole another kiss.

Tongue meeting with tongue, valise again joined. Though this time Nasus did not fasten his eyes, too focused as he was on his manhood and the pleasure building up inside.

But at a moment, their hips separated. Through an exhalation, the Scholar murmured.

"I am ready this time, do- do it."

"Mphhr. You know our deal, shout it and I'll stop." Answered the Crocodile, giving a peck on his brother's cheek.

Pulling his fingers away, Renekton returned between the legs of Nasus though he did not permit the Jackal to lay back. Instead, it was on the side that he decided to take Nasus. One leg resting on the ground, the other bent at the knee and raised, it offered Renekton a sight that made him lick his lips and drool.

"I can't promise you'll walk tomorrow."

Placing the bent leg on his shoulder, the Crocodile quickly retrieved the oil. He did not want to wait, and it was with his tongue that he applied the liquid onto the cock he pumped and massaged.

Before he emptied it on and inside Nasus's, jabbing three fingers in to ensure the hole was lubricated.

Ready, prepared. Both thought as the glans pressed against the orifice.

Warm, pulsating, burning. Nasus experienced the constant throbbing from the manhood as it pressed against the rim. And it made him squirm, his toes curl, his fingers claws. But that time, he had no way to escape with his brother gripping his legs.

So, he braced himself for the moving hips, slightly raised... Only for the manhood to stop, to stroke and graze, but not to penetrate.

The eyes closed, the lips gnawed, Nasus awaited and expected the moment. Solely for the wait to become untenable and for his azure eyes to be open on the grinning Renekton.

Who then pushed in.

The Jackal exhaled.

Beyond what he had taken a moment ago, Renekton's manhood was stretching him wide. The pain sharp, dull, constant, he bit his lips to the blood. And the sensation receded, gradually vanishing.

Merely to start anew, stronger. From a pull-out, Renekton returned with a gentle thrust, going farther and deeper.

A regular movement, meant to help. But Nasus trembled and shivered. Though he continued and did not utter the word, stroking his now barely hard but leaky cock.

In and out, the pain peaked and then subsided, stronger yet ephemeral. He breathed, in and out, ensuring himself to follow the order of Renekton. In. Out. And... It did not peak again.

Instead, he sensed the groin of Renekton against his balls. And he looked down.

Their hips joined, pressed together, the Crocodile had managed to enter him entirely, and a mere glimpse showed how the penis stretched his guts.

And now, his brother pulled out, merely to lean forward. Beyond the bent legs, the exposed belly, right for that nose to depose another peck on it.

"Now, you're ready." Commented Renekton, his sultry tone filling the steamy room as he returned and replaced himself before Nasus's hole.

There, he pushed. He thrust. He forced himself inside in one movement with the legs tensing. In one movement, Nasus felt the tension suddenly arise, and he clawed... And exhaled.

Though this was just the beginning. Careful, Renekton dragged his tip along the walls of Nasus until he was at the limit of the orifice. Then plunged back inside, pressing of his weight forward and inward, hitting the prostate with purpose.

And repeated it.

Though the pain had subsided, and satisfaction ran through his veins, Nasus braced himself to each thrust. Not for the crushing weight, but the delightful push against his prostate, the shock that was to run along his spine and cock, bringing another spurt of precum. A thunderous caress that made him squirm, and masturbate, finally bestowed... Bestowed a true release.

Through the movement of Renekton changed from thrust to assault.

In a single push, their hips met and crashed. The toned chest of the Crocodile hit Nasus's testicles, smacking them with almost no care. Silent to the plea, moans, and desperate prayers, he simply allowed his brother to act. And to pull on this scrotum, to keep those genitals to be in his way as he picked up.

"Renek-Renekton, slow do-wn!" Begged Nasus, his voice higher than before, higher than he used to. It was not the harsh tone of the Librarian, nor the authoritative emphases he used in war. It was a pathetic mewl, from his breath stolen and body pressed.

A voice that made the Warrior grin. Oh, he did not stop, though the opposite was true.

His hips were hammering, crushing the weight of might and desire upon those cheeks in a relentless clapping. From their joined body, from his testicles striking the furred backside.

A noise that was intense, brutal, pleasing to his ears. As pleasing as the gaped orifice giving in, allowing in passage. For so long he had yearned, for so long he had coveted.

And here, the Crocodile was taking it.

His movement coming to a lulling rhythm, Renekton lifted Nasus's lower body with both hands, one on each side. And as he lifted, so did his body before a leg was bent forward. One foot on the ground, the other behind him, he leaned forth.

His saliva no longer dripped on his brother's chest but beyond, the golden eyes fixated on the Jackal as the movements resumed. Harsher, crueler, deviant.

He grinned, grinned at his pleading brother whilst another spurt of cum escaped from that tiny cock, another proof of his pleasure.

The sole proof he needed for his unrelenting might to press on, to push forth and enjoyed the sultry embrace.

Despite the contraction, ceaseless and inconstant, the warmth and suave touch made Renekton groan and grind. Despite his experience, male and female, it had been a pain as he had been stolen of this opportunity for a long period, restrained by his body and the fear.

But no longer. Not at this moment where he bucked and plunged his cock inside, watched his brother's quiver and mewl. The azure eyes half-closed, the muzzle open and dripping.

A perfect sight, a moment the Warrior inscribed in his mind, shutting his eyes.

No longer did he listen, did he watch, or observe. Renekton listened to his body, to the touch. His muscles coiled and released the tension during the effort, the tendon of Nasus against his palm suddenly tensing as he moved. Then the sudden compression of the muscle around his cock.

The dull pain of the testicles hitting the cheeks. The slight tug on his tip. The warmth in his groin.

He-... He could no longer control himself.

He bit his lips, drawing a pearl of iron to his tongue, bringing pain and control. Just for a moment, an instant to pull out. And plunge.

Plunged and leaned forward, his legs tensing in dull pain and his chest on fire.

His abdomen made of iron, heavy and inert.

And beyond this, pleasure. His sweaty scrotum clenched against Nasus's backside, pleasure penetrating all parts of his nethers and spreading, moving, raising.

The grip reaffirmed, the digits danced, the claws grazed the skin. And he moved his legs, raising himself one centimeter... And plunged once more, feeling the torrent of cum releasing, the cork retaining all pressure suddenly disappearing.

And he came, Renekton came like a torrent. A constant flow. Years of pent-up frustration suddenly unleashed while his vain back and forth ended with a Squach, and more seed flowing out of the stretched asshole.

He came as even the slightest contraction made his scrotum clench and his groin burst into flames. Even the slight caress of his chest was enough to make him grunt and groan.

And he exhaled.

Steadily, the eyes of Renekton opened to the sight of Nasus's groin and his own joined, both covered with cum, theirs. Then on the distended belly of his brother, the skin taut beneath the black coat. Finally, the smile drawn onto that muzzle. One he yearned to hide with his lips, as he pressed and squeezed, ignoring his weight and the restraints on him.

He tasted those lips, savored the saliva, the tongue pushing against his before the kiss broke out.

"Ouch! Oa- oasis!" Stammered Nasus at a loss of breath, sensing his bent leg almost shattered in two by Renekton's weight.

Though, the uttered word was enough to make his kin snap out of that trance, leaving him straightening a bit and putting more distance between their faces.

"H-... I am sorry, Brother. I was into it." Presented the Crocodile, already pulling out with disregard for the flood of fluids he would unleash. One Nasus stopped by raising his hand and releasing the laughter he had been stiffing.

"No, I- Hehe, I get it. You were-He so into it, but don't mo-ve." He started, through laughter and pained groans. A kind reminder of his state: being pounded by an Ascended while laying on hard stone was a stupid idea. "Arh- Mother of life! That was something else. You were someone else Renekton." Managed to say Nasus, still laying on the ground.

Before him, those golden eyes monitored him with care and perhaps a bit of fear, whilst the Crocodile's trembling hands barely managed to maintain his leg still. Even then, he loved to see that pretty muzzle. The sweat glistened on that face and body, the exhaustion in each movement, the deep breaths.

And the pearl of blood dripped from the punctured lips.

"I- I think I just enjoyed it too much. It has been..."

"Been far too long since you have been nagging me about it. Two years?" At a loss for words, Nasus lay down, the eyes towards the stone ceiling.

"Far more." Groaned Renekton, the pain in his voice. Followed by a throbbing inside Nasus. After the pain and ecstasy, his insensitive body still experienced the peculiar sensation coming right from his bulging guts... And Nasus exploded again, laughing with one hand over his face.

"You- You can pull out, Renekton! I don't want to die!"

And pull out, he did. With a loud and continuous shlick, followed by sticky and viscous dripping, Renekton finally pulled out from his ass. And even if the room temperature was comfortable, the Jackal suffered from a small shiver when hot air rushed against his gaped ass. A finger tentatively toyed with it, and he even tried to clench his sphincter. Only to produce a sharp pain from the orifice, along with a small tearful drop in his eyes.

"Calm down. It'll relax and close itself." muttered Renekton, as leaned over and offered a bottle of wine to nurse on.

A bottle the Jackal eagerly welcomed, feeling the warmth cajole his tongue and throat as Renekton joined him. His brother who rested on his side, and scratched those furred cheeks.

Slowly, tenderly. The index rubbed the skin before the warrior shuffled and whispered to his ear. "We will do it again, right?"

His voice was soft, but he seemed so needy.

Nasus could not say no to this, not to this gentle voice. And he shuffled to lay on his side too. There, he faced the man that had followed him since their ascension. Who was ready to sacrifice his life.

"Probably. Once I can walk, manage to wash my fur, and return to the library."

"... And put your cage on." Whispered his kin back to the enumeration, grinning while giving each cheek a peck.

He was so earnest... And Nasus sighed, then nodded while those lips pressed between his ears.

"Yes, my cage... Did you bite yourself?" He then asked, his mind wandering away from the worries of the Temple, the Library, the Empire. It was his moment, with Renekton.