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"Hey, I'm finally back." Thomas hollered as he stepped through the heavy wooden door of the castle belonging to his lover. The strap of the sack he wore hung around his rippling shoulder, weighed down by various items he'd brought back from his errand across Runeterra. Veigar had given him a list that he didn't find particularly long, but with the running around he had to do in order to locate some of the spell ingredients needed, he felt like its length was tripled. It was nice to be home again.

His trip took its toll on him considering he ate less than he exercised. Any excess fat he might've accumulated while lazing around the castle had all but vanished, his body the leanest it'd ever been without losing any of his scrumptious muscle mass. He had to admit how much he liked the outcome.

He'd barely made it through the threshold, kicking the door closed with one foot, when he heard a set of footsteps bounding towards him. Something about them seemed off, however. "Veigar?"

A flash of orange fur turned the corner before meeting him in the foyer. "Gnar!"

Thomas was entirely lost for words. This creature in front of him was clearly a yordle - he had all the telltale traits - but there wasn't any reason he could think of as to why there was another one of his kind suddenly here. It was only then that he saw Veigar enter the hallway, an amused look on his lover's face. An explanation was in order. "Uh, what the hell is this?"

Veigar simply grinned. "So while you were gone I had been given an opportunity."

Thomas glanced down at the apparently-welcome intruder; the lack of clothes on the new yordle made for a perfect match with their nude lifestyle, but it also showed off the other man's impressive physique. It was obvious Veigar had a type for hypermuscular beefcakes, ones hung more than humans. "For a new plaything?" He shot his black-furred kin a questioning look.

"Despite what it looks like, this is actually an experiment." Veigar crossed his arms, though enjoying the sight of both brawny men standing together. "Do you see anything odd about him?"

"He's got tusks?"

The immediate answer caught Veigar off-guard. "I mean, yes, but..."

"Oh, he's got a tail." Indeed, Thomas watched the furry appendage swish back and forth, though the man it was attached to kept a careful eye on him.

"Precisely. This right here is a living fossil - a caveyordle!" Veigar explained with glee. "Apparently he'd been frozen in ice for thousands of years, only recently breaking free." He failed to stifle a giggle. "Imagine, an adult specimen of our ancestors, right here in our castle!"

"Gnar!" Gnar grunted out, examining the cream-furred behemoth in front of him, a wary glint in his eye.

The entire situation still didn't make a whole lot of sense to Thomas. "Does he not speak English?"

"I'm working on that." Veigar rubbed the bridge of his nose. "Going by how many times he's said 'Gnar' since he got here, I'm going to assume that's his name."

Gnar stared as the other yordle walked past him; he didn't like how easily this man got into his new home. He sized up his competition, not happy with the size difference in spite of his imposing stature, his pride taking a hit. Something had to be done about this.

He marched up to the pair of yordles, putting himself between the other two. "Gnar!" He barked. The one with black fur was friendly, giving him both a place to stay as well as companionship in a world he didn't understand. But this one with cream fur? This one was a threat, one that must be taken care of.

Thomas' gaze flipped between the irate yordle and his lover, a look of confusion painted across his face. "What's his deal?" He tried his best to make it into the kitchen, barely able to squeeze out of the hallway before the other man peeled in front of him once more.

"Gnar!" Gnar pushed back against the cream-furred yordle, actually able to apply some force.

The slight stumble Thomas took began his frustrations. "Alright, what gives?" He glowered at the caveyordle.

"I think... he must assume you're of some kind of threat, almost like a competitor of sorts." Veigar stroked his chin. "He must think you're here to challenge him."

"A challenge?" Thomas scoffed. "He wants a challenge?" He wryly grinned, letting the sack drop to the floor. "That I can bring!"

Gnar could see the other shortstack rearing up for a fight, his eyes narrowing as he readied himself. He wanted to be the one who struck first. "Gnar!" He bellowed, grappling the other man's burly arms, attempting to push the intruder off his feet. All that really accomplished, however, was feeling up the titan's sumptuous limbs.

Thomas didn't say anything - he didn't have to. His focus was squarely on putting this weird visitor in his place. Grabbing a hold of the other man's beefy shoulders, he quickly put his strength to the test and tried to pull the caveyordle down.

A moment of opportunity shined upon him, seeing a chance to knock the feet out from the other colossus. The caveyordle went down with a thud, a whine escaping past those lips. This was the moment for him to finish the scuffle.

Grasping the other man's bulky arms, he pinned his opponent to the stone floor, using his weight to keep himself on top. If this was what was needed, he'd take the victory for sure.

Gnar groaned as the reality of the situation dawned on him. In spite of his incredible strength, there was no chance to pull himself up from that position. Every which way he struggled did little to alleviate the defeat. "Gnar..." He conceded, accepting the larger yordle as his leader of this makeshift tribe he'd found himself in.

"Is that it?" Thomas twisted his head towards his lover, both of them quizzical. He pulled himself back to let the other man up, glad to be done with whatever that was supposed to be.

Which is why he found it odd when the caveyordle suddenly lunged at him, not to attack him but instead... hug him. "Wait, what?!"

"Gnar." Losing was always bitter for Gnar, but he accepted it as gracefully as he could, lavishing the winner with a flurry of licks all along that swollen form. He greedily slurped along each and every bloated muscle, nuzzling his face in those musky pits. Now he knew what his leader smelled like and he loved it.

"And now he's had a change of heart?" A confused mix of emotions welled up inside Thomas. "I don't get what's going on here."

"Interesting."

"What is?"

"How affectionate he got after you bested him." Veigar paced towards the other two. "If I had to guess, I'd say yordle society back in the day was hierarchical, where those who could display that they were the strongest in some sort of duel got the privilege of leading the rest of their pack."

Thomas was slowly piecing the puzzle together. "So that tussle we had--"

"--demonstrated to him that you're worthy of leading him. This, I assume, is how he shows his affection."

As bizarre as the treatment Thomas received was, the coarse ministrations from the caveyordle started feeling really good. "Heh, can't say I'm upset with this!" A shudder indicated his excitement, his titanic tool plumping up.

That was what Gnar was waiting for.

The lashing went lower, lower than Thomas expected it to. He gasped when the attention drifted towards his monolithic spire, his body tensing in reaction. The caveyordle was so rough!

Gnar drew upon years of practice with his former tribe. Dicks this big were commonplace among his people, which meant pleasuring a stud of this magnitude didn't faze him in the slightest. He eagerly caressed the quivering length with his tongue, slurping up any preseed that drooled from the tip. The taste was just as he remembered - intense, and manly.

By the time he got to the top, he was ready to take on the entire thing at once; well, as much as he could as there wasn't any way to take that monster of a cock all the way to the base. It was one thing he enjoyed about smaller pricks.

Nevertheless he went at it, his tusks gently scraping the sensitive flesh on the way down. He could tell without looking that the modern yordle hadn't experienced anything like that before.

Indeed, Thomas's body spasmed the second the other man's tongue contacted his crotch rocket, his fists clenching rhythmically in sync with his heartbeat. His sensitivity was something of an equalizer, the one thing able to bring him to his knees.

It was then he heard a panting beside him.

Veigar was busy pumping his cock, lewdly observing the scene unfold in front of him. It took him a hot second before he saw his lover staring back at him. "Oh, don't mind me!"

Thomas couldn't say much of anything as the caveyordle's delicate tongue massaged his member better than anyone had ever done in his life. He moaned aloud as any resistance melted away, giving into his urges.

Gnar lived for moments like that, being able to please a beast of a yordle like this kinfolk here with all his know-how. The swollen cum tanks in his hands audibly gurgled, giving him no notice to the shortstack's impending orgasm. Volleys of spunk spewed from the tip, smacking him once in the face while the rest painted the ground.

But that was exactly what he wanted, impishly smiling as he wiped the seed from his visage. It was time for the main event.

Without any prior warning - and not giving his compatriot much of a chance to breath - Gnar twirled in a sultry manner, showing off his powerful backside to the other two, allowing them to ogle his incredibly sculpted musculature. He could tell without looking that they knew what a remarkable specimen of yordle masculinity he was.

And then he bent over, face to the floor as he pushed his ass into the air. His tone turned alluring as he repeated his name, a hint of need punctuating throughout. Being able to satiate his tribal leader's urges was of the utmost importance, and he could think of no better way to do that than doing so as someone of a similar build. To him this was the highest honour he could think of.

Thomas' jaw fell agape. "Wait, is he actually..." His words trailed off as he watched that orange tail swish across those sumptuous cheeks, mounds of muscle that he couldn't quite tear his eyes away from.

Veigar could only laugh, though out of breath from blasting his own rope. "Hey, don't look a gift horse in the mouth!"

Of course Thomas wouldn't - how often does someone get an open invitation like this? He paced over to the awaiting shortstack, his dong rising to full mast as if he hadn't just blown one of the hugest loads of his life, and placed a large hand on the other yordle's firm rump. In an instant his testosterone factories churned up more ballbatter, eager to shoot it out in another round of lovemaking.

His heart raced simply by looking at the towering visage of the other man; 'towering' felt like an odd word to use given the height-challenged nature of their kind, yet he deemed it appropriate considering how monumentally vast this other yordle's back was.

The need to breed overtook Thomas, who lined the tip of his leviathan python up against the twitching hole of his kin. His breathing became laboured the hornier he grew. Once he had confirmation his cockhead had penetrated his subordinate he then hunkered over the muscular man, getting a good feel of the assets he now had a chance to play with.

Gnar moaned aloud, a whorish tinge to his voice as the manhandling of his body commenced. Without hesitation his swollen chest was assaulted by the deft grasp of his leader, coinciding with getting stretched out by the biggest log of meat he'd ever taken in his life. This was just like old times.

With a frenzied grin, he pushed back against the mass monster, getting as much of that cock in as possible until he felt his globular rear made contact with the other yordle's shredded pelvis. He grunted in bliss when the confirmation that he was taking the other shortstack's engorged schlong balls deep was made. That awakened a beast inside him, one thrilled with being split open by someone who looked as massive as he did.

The rod inside him throbbed as its owner rocked it, forcing his inner walls to part in order to accept its entire length with every thrust. His tongue happily lolled from his mouth as he felt every itch deep inside his soul be scratched simultaneously.

As hot as the situation unfolding in front of him was, Veigar merely observed the scene for the sole purpose of documenting the mating habits of his species' ancestors, though doing so fully erect. Not interacting with something as historic as this was of the utmost importance.

The resistance Thomas felt on his magnum dong had him huffing as a result, the caveyordle being the most resilient person he'd ever fucked before. Every nerve on his enormous crotch rocket was alive, constantly pulsing waves of euphoria across his body. Any squeeze on his member, no matter how rough, would cause him to twitch uncontrollably. The other man knew how to take it up the chute.

His pounding of the orange-furred shortstack's rear entrance hastened, one hand groping the caveyordle's winglike lat while the other squeezed his own thick nipple, twisting it not unlike a radio dial. Feeling bloated beef no matter where he went had his brain swimming in lust, his bucking strengthening as the fiery inferno of desire raged on inside him.

Arousal driving his every move, his drilling of the slightly-smaller man grew relentless, his fattened balls slamming into the burly quads of his impromptu lover. He hissed in bliss as pre slickened the other yordle's anal canal, allowing him to slide effortlessly in. The caveyordle was skilled, he had to admit - he might not hold out as long as he anticipated.

Gnar simply reveled in the jackhammering of his ass, delighting as his tailhole managed to accommodate the modern yordle's girthy obelisk. He reciprocated with as much force as he received, aiming to give his leader the kind of show he'd learned many years ago, one that always brought his tribe great joy.

He was successful - so much so, in fact, that he felt a large hand run down the length of his pole, concurrent with a set of heavy pectorals weighing down on his back. The added pressure only redoubled his efforts. It felt natural, it felt right. This was picking up right where his tribe left off. The fondling of his spire was making it a tad difficult to keep himself together, however, and he could feel the urge to climax rising rapidly. His panting increased.

Being worked over from multiple angles had him practically melting, his mind craving more attention. He didn't even have to do any of the work, which was great as his limbs had all but buckled at that point. His balls churned with great need as his leader stroked him to completion. Faster and faster the hand moved, which got him pressing his muscled ass backwards in an attempt to get fucked hard and now. He needed it.

Soon it became difficult for Thomas to keep his composure as his vision faltered, his eyes going half-lidded the closer he came to orgasm. His hands hadn't stopped with their groping. In fact they did the opposite, clutching onto the caveyordle wherever they found purchase. His continuous masturbating of that monstrous log of yordle fuckmeat proved effective as a moan signaled the unloading of what had to have been litres of frothy spunk, coating his hand and painting the floor underneath the pair of them. That caused a chain reaction inside of him.

A loud groan was all the warning he gave before he let loose everything his engorged cum tanks produced during their fucking, his cumpipe bulging out with potent yordlebatter that spurted out of his tip and into the anal cavity of the other muscle stud. As tight of a seal the other shortstack's hole was, that didn't stop jizz from beginning to pour out and mix with the rest of their output on the ground, having nowhere else to go. That didn't stop the caveyordle's abs distending from a healthy amount of the stuff.

While the pair of them were exhausted, they still had more than enough strength after the fact to keep themselves upright. It took Gnar a few tries to free himself of the third leg shoved up his tailhole, the act of doing so causing him to collapse from the overwhelming pleasure of having such a magnificent fuckstick rammed inside him.

That gave Thomas a chance to rest, falling back on his overmuscled cheeks and catching a breather. He didn't get too long of a break, however, as he soon hosted the caveyordle once more, climbing on top of him and giving him affectionate licks all over his body. "Easy there," he giggled, not pushing the other man away at all. After all that, the attention felt nice.

It was only then that he realized there was still a third person in the room. "Have you just been watching us this whole time?"

"I have," Veigar smirked as he stroked his modest appendage, his mind racing from watching the two yordhemoths go at it, "and I think some more experimentation is in order."