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The branch he was balancing on bent only lightly beneath his weight. Wukong slowly swayed from one side to the other, barely able to restrain his excitement. There was no bigger fun than seeing a worthy opponent bested!

Just then, Kennen stopped talking to his decoys and did what the Monkey King had expected all along: he attacked them all at once. From his safe hideout, he watched the little Yordle cast his impressive spell and couldn't help but laugh out loud. In the silence that followed, he jumped down to the ground, silent as smoke. Kennen gave him a perplexed look which he returned with a dashing smile. "Oh look", he giggled: "here I am! But - am I me? Only one way to find out!"

Kennen saw his blow coming, but was too weak to avoid it. Wukong's staff hit him square in the chest and sent him flying. His tiny form crashed into a nearby tree and Wukong could hear bones shatter. Disappointed because the fight was already over, he stepped to the Yordle's motionless body and knelt down beside him. He heard rattling breath; the face beneath the assassin's blood-stained mask seemed quite badly deformed. "Do you give up?" he asked with a teeth-baring grin.

"Yes, yes, yes!" Kennen blurted between desperate gasps for air: "You win, I surrender!"

Wukong uttered a number of apish huffs: "Mind our bet! This is going to hurt you, I promise." Especially your backside, he added in his mind.

Kennen's answer sounded as if he was gurgling with blood: "I know! I know! Just put an end to this!"

Now that demand was so absurd, so far away from everything he was planning to do that Wukong could no longer hold back. He burst out laughing, triumph and joy overwhelming him. He toppled over and held his belly in pain, finding the entire situation incredibly funny. The monkey was soon rolling on the ground in bellowing laughter, banging his fists into the forest soil.

"But why would I want that?" he asked as he eventually got back to his feet, wiping a tear from the corner of his eye: "Now that you're here I might as well put you to good use, you know. I mean, it would be a shame if I didn't..." Licking his lips in anticipation, he stared down at the beaten Yordle and said: "Summoners, I did it. Now live up your promise and cut off his powers."

Above his mask, Kennen's eyes became wide: "What!? Wait, you cannot..." he broke off and started coughing. The cloth covering his face turned darker as it was soaked with blood.

"Believe me, they can and they will. By the way, Summoners, be so kind and heal him for me, will you? I can't make use of him when he's dead."

As you wish, answered Nevlamas and retreated from his mind. Wukong felt a cool breeze stroking over his fur as the two wizards summoned their magic, but aside from that the healing was quite unremarkable. The stains on Kennen's mask remained, though the face beneath it seemed to return to its normal form and his rattling gasps became calm breathing again. It took only a few seconds to bring the dying assassin back to the peak of health. Well, even Summoners had to be good for something after all.

Fed up with waiting, Wukong grabbed Kennen's wrist and roughly pulled the still staggered Yordle to his feet. "Our bet", he reminded.

"But... but..." Kennen buried his head in his palms. He seemed so helpless without the gleam of magic in his eyes. So... irresistible.

"The winner will be allowed to do to the loser what ever he wishes", the monkey quoted with a devilish smile: "You have agreed to this by your honour." Honour, he remembered, was something Ionians were very fond of.

Kennen was walking in circles, still holding his head in what might have been pain: "Yes! Yes, yes, yes!" he mumbled: "I did, I did!" Halting in his restless march, the Yordle eventually raised his head to look Wukong in the eye. "You are right. Honour compels me. So then, do what you wish - I can withstand anything."

"Now don't be too sure about that", the Monkey King chuckled: "But fine, here we go. First of all, drop your weapons."

It seemed that Kennen had expected this demand, since he obeyed the order without hesitation. Something clung beneath his purple attire and a pitch-black shuriken fell out of his sleeve. The tiny assassin reached down to pull out a set of throwing knives from hidden pockets at his ankles. He briefly lifted his mask and unshackled a couple of hidden iron thorns attached to it. It went on like this for ever, at least in Wukong's inpatient mind. When Kennen finally signalled that he was done, dozens of throwing weapons lay scattered around him. "There", he simply said.

"Very good", the monkey nodded. He thrust his staff into the ground and turned to leave. "Come", he ordered. Since he knew that the Yordle would not risk his honour, he didn't even bother to see if he followed him. Carefully forging his way through the dense brush, Wukong soon set foot on a large open area amidst the forest of Summoner's Rift. It was a small hill, located in the very centre of the Field of Justice, with large cuttings leading away from it to the north and to the south.

During a fight, those lanes would usually brim with activity, armies of minion creatures clashing under the vigilant gaze of Champions and mighty defensive turrets, but no minions had been summoned this time and the turrets were merely dead blocks of stone somewhere in the distance. The sun burned down onto the dried soil of the clearing and Wukong knew that it would remain like this as long as the artificial reality around them persisted. The silence would have been eerie, if not for his own racing heartbeat.

A rustle behind him informed the monkey that Kennen had caught up with him. "Ah, there you are. Come, come, we're almost there," he beckoned, leading the Yordle to the centre of the open space where the only things surrounding them were dirt-caked cobblestone and patches of bleached grass. Wukong sank to the ground with a deep, relieved sigh while Kennen remained standing, his arms crossed stiffly. "Perfect," the monkey grinned with a mixture of lust and spite: "Now undress." No reaction. The tiny assassin just stared at him.

"Undress", Wukong repeated, a slight trace of danger in his voice: "Strip down. Get naked!" It took another could of seconds for these words to finally reach Kennen's mind.

The Yordle's eyes widened. He jumped back, his eyes flashing with disgust: "So that's what you've been up to? With another male? You filthy, sick, perverted ape!"

"Still better than being a dishonourable hamster", Wukong returned: "Have you forgotten your oath again?" Those words came out as idle chatter. He was calm once more.

"The winner may do to the loser what ever he wishes - so as long as they remain on the Field of Justice. Summoner!" Kennen called out: "Bring me back to Valoran! Quick, you heard him, quick, quick!" Nothing happened. He just kept standing there, his conqueror smirking at him with mild amusement.

"What's the problem?" Wukong asked nicely: "Won't he do it?" He saw an expression building the assassin's eye that had probably never been there before: fear.

Delighting in the view, the monkey reached down to start undressing himself. I could help you with that, a voice in his head suddenly said and he winced in surprise. He had completely forgotten Nevlamas was still with him.

"Then hurry up", he gave back. Was there a special reason why the little Summoner offered that service? Or was he simply eager to undress him? Oh, this was so exciting! The spell itself was not, however. Wukong felt a weight lifting from his body and his scarce clothing vanished to smoke. He sighed in relief. He hadn't been out in the nude for quite a while and it was nice to feel the sun on his naked form again. Opening his eyes, he found Kennen staring at his crotch in what he believed was shock. The monkey chuckled. He had that effect on his mates.

He idly caressed his erection, a smooth, black spire of flesh, more than ten inches in length. He wondered if his new slut was simply repulsed by the sight, or pragmatic enough to worry about the really tight fit this was going to be. "Oh look", he purred: "It's your new best friend! Why don't you come over here so the two of you can get to know each other?" A smirk flashed over his lips.

"Stay away from me!" Kennen's voice trembled: "Don't come near or I'll..." The Monkey King still savoured his panic as he pounced at him.

Wukong forced him to the ground and saddled him like a horse, facing towards his feet. He pinned him under his body, using his knees to keep the Yordle's arms out of the way. The little creature couldn't even wriggle beneath his weight, merely kick his legs into the air like a bug on his back. Ignoring his cries of protest, the monkey reached for Kennen's waist. He got hold of his belt and quickly unfastened it, his nimble fingers easily untying the knotted cloth. The rest came off just as swiftly. He hooked his thumbs beneath the fragile clothing and tore it apart. Little by little, Kennen's body was laid bare to his hungry eyes.

It was the first time Wukong saw a naked Yordle, and the sight pleased him. Beneath the shred attire, his new toy was a strange mixture of human and squirrel. He was covered in hazel fur from head to toe, but also had a patch of curly hair growing from between his pointed rodent ears. His short muzzle was crowned by an adorable little nose and accentuated the width of his oversized head. Wukong's gaze travelled downwards. The assassin's profession had left his body toned and slender, burning away much of the typical Yordle chubbiness. The monkey noted that while his hands possessed five digits, his feet ended in only two large toes. But, as the situation suggested, his attention was quickly drawn to other places. Almost instinctively he reached down to stroke over the Yordle's flaccid shaft, ignoring his startled yelps. It looked and felt pretty human and was smaller than Wukong had hoped, but the pair of vulnerable orbs hanging beneath it would surely be good for some mischief - and he wasn't after Kennen's cock in the first place.

His fingers slowly travelled down his thighs, enjoying the little creature's helplessness. Kennen kept wriggling and squirming as Wukong lustfully groped his small but firm butt. Much to the monkey's amusement, his fingers found a chipmunk tail above it, warm and fuzzy to the touch.

"Oh, I can feel it already. You will be a great little pet", the Monkey King whispered. With these words still hanging heavy in the air, he slowly lowered his body until the tip of his breeding pole pushed against the Yordle's mouth. His bitch tried to back away from it, but eventually stopped his futile struggle and surrendered to the inevitable. "I suggest you start sucking", Wukong said, his voice hoarse with arousal. And Kennen obeyed. Another sigh of relief escaped the monkey's lips as he pushed his cock into the reluctantly opening mouth of his slut, forcing him to open as wide as possible in order to take his girth. As he slowly started humping into the tight ring of Kennen's maw, he faintly hummed a joyful little tune. A nice, relaxed mating session on all fours, out in the open where the sun warmed his fur - he had almost forgotten how good that felt!

--

All the while trying not to choke on the monkey's oversized tool, Kennen vigorously cursed his rational side, the one that had told him that it was wiser to submit. Of course it was wiser, keeping Wukong in his fool's paradise while searching for a way to get out of this, but that didn't make it any less humiliating. He was a monkey's fuck toy, for Soraka's sake! He had tried to pull his mind away from it at first, but even he lacked the self-control to do that.

The member he was sucking filled his muzzle to the brim, to an extent where he could feel every last bit of its texture rubbing along his lips - and he hadn't even taken half of it yet. And not because his captor showed mercy, oh no. Forcing it in any further simply would've meant pushing it down his throat.

Something did go down his throat, nonetheless. First droplets of precum escaped Wukong's cock, and with nowhere else to go, he had to swallow them down. The strong, salty, undeniably male taste of it almost made him throw up.

Above, the Monkey King moaned and shivered with pleasure. Kennen could see his tail swaying happily in the rhythm of his thrusts whenever he raised his eyes past his crotch. Yet worse than that was that Wukong, being who he was, just couldn't keep his hands still. They rubbed over his toy's childlike belly, sometimes passionate and then careless again when Wukong's attention was drawn to the warm tightness around his malehood, filling him with pleasure. From time to time, he lost interest in this rather bearable activity and went downwards, exploring much more private parts of him. Wukong didn't even touch his member this time; he went right for his treasure.

The mockingly slow motions with which he ran down Kennen's hips, brushed over his tail and then went even lower to draw circles along his yet virgin tailhole sent shivers along the Yordle's spine and made him tremble in unease. He moaned softly and Wukong laughed his ear-splittingly shrill laughter. "Whoa there, you squeal like a whore!" the monkey underlined his words by probing his pet's opening with something that was probably his thumb, and Kennen couldn't help but wince again. "You even wriggle like one. No need to be impatient, I'll get there soon enough, and from then on you will spend a very long time as my cock sleeve! So don't worry, we have plenty of time." An especially deep thrust into Kennen's muzzle made the little creature gag for a moment, but Wukong continued unaffected: "If you behave, maybe I'll take you to Kumungu one day, back to my people. I could make you my gift for them, a toy for them all to enjoy - and believe me; they know how to have fun. You'd love that, wouldn't you? Being bred by hundreds of my kind every day?" The Yordle beneath him tried to protest, but with all the monkey meat filling his mouth, only muffled cries came out. "It's alright. Maybe we'll even find some females for you - but, to be honest, I wonder why anyone would want someone as pathetic as you are." Kennen blushed. That was a lie! It was just not true!

Done talking for the moment, Wukong quickly picked up speed. His moans turned into panting as his at least somewhat gentle humping gave way to a rough, savage face fuck. Lewd squelching noises mixed with Kennen's whimpers as trails of spit and precum ran down his face. "That's it", Wukong gasped: "Suck me, serve me! How come you're so good at this? Am I really your first male? I don't really think so. You're a slut, admit it. An eager little squirrel slut."

Kennen had a hard time breathing past the breeding pole driving his jaws apart. He felt exposed, invaded. Not only by the streams of simian essence he was constantly gulping down, but to his inner core. He couldn't free his hands from beneath Wukong's legs, could not fight being used to sate his lust, all he could do was lie there and allow his captor to fuck him. He yearned for the moment when it would finally be over and feared it at the same time - he had never felt this weak in his life.

Their first mating did not last long. Several minutes of vigorous raping later, Wukong's breath became unsteady in a way not even a virgin like Kennen could misinterpret. He encouraged the primate's orgasm, sucked his cock with abandon just to get over with it. "Swallow it. Be mine", Wukong moaned. And came.

While his whole body shivered in bliss, the primate shot the first spurt of warm, sticky monkey cum into his toy, filling the little Yordle's mouth in split-seconds. The small creature even tried to swallow his load, but there was simply too much of it. Mere seconds and several spurts later, he felt the warmth around his shaft grow as his own cum rushed past Kennen's lips to spill out and coat anything nearby. Unable to take it any longer, the Monkey King threw back his head and cried out his dominance like a crazed chimp, drunken with pleasure by his tremendous orgasm. It seemed like hours, but the haze eventually faded, the stream of seed ran dry and Wukong collapsed over his pet, exhausted, his cock still buried where it rightfully belonged - in Kennen's body.

The assassin himself was sure that his rapist had stuffed in his pole to the hilt this time. He couldn't open his eyes to prove this claim however, as his face and major parts of his upper body were covered in numerous ropes of cum. He could taste the nasty stuff whenever his tongue ran over the hot, stiff meat in his mouth; it dripped from his teeth, covered his tongue and sloshed around in his belly, warming his insides like freshly brewed Ionian tea. The image disgusted him and he banished it from his thoughts.

Minutes passed and nothing happened, aside from the overwhelming taste of monkey sperm in his mouth slowly getting more bearable. By the time Wukong started moving again, Kennen had already been wondering if he had fallen asleep.

With a deep, relaxed breath, the primate rose to his feet. His still rigid length finally slipped from between his jaws and for the first time since more than half an hour could the little Yordle take a clear breath again. With his hands released at last, he rubbed the worst stains of cum from his eyes and opened them carefully. He saw nothing but the clear sky, and for a moment he wondered where Wukong had gone.

That was until a slender, furred hand closed around his malehood. He yelped and turned left, where his captor lay on his back beside him. The monkey gave him a warm smile, as if he hadn't just raped and cum-marked him, his little slut. "You know", he yawned, lazily stretching his muscles: "I am thinking about letting you go."

As Wukong had expected, Kennen sucked his breath in surprise. He halted, gasped and coughed up a few spurts of seed, soaking his already matted fur. His captor laughed shortly at the sight, but soon turned unusually serious. Now came the most risky part of his deception, the part where he had to lie to his young pet. "Of course I could keep you here and fuck you until the end of time, but that would be boring, don't you think?" Actually, their time was still limited to two weeks. Before Nevlamas had told it to him, he hadn't known this himself; he could only hope Kennen wasn't informed of it either.

He waited for a reaction, but none came. Relieved once more, he continued: "Yup, totally boring. So here's the deal: I promise that your Summoner will bring you back to Valoran - once you've passed a small, little challenge." With his right hand still caressing the Yordle's cock, he offered the other one to him and smiled: "Are you in?"

Kennen bit his lower lip. "What kind of challenge?" he asked timidly.

"Scared? Fine then, get down on all fours and spread your legs; we have a cherry to pop."

"No, wait!" As he heard his toy cry out in fear, Wukong smirked like a hunting wolf. Hastily, almost in panic, Kennen continued: "Yes, yes, yes! I'm in! I'm in! Just tell me what I have to do already!"

"Alright, no problem. My challenge is made of three parts. Each will be revealed once you fulfilled the one before," he fell silent, adding a dramatic pause: "So here's your first task: swallow an entire load of my cum without actually swallowing it." The monkey grinned wider than before.

"But... but this is impossible! How can I... I mean..." Kennen went silent and blushed furiously, the fur around his muzzle turning darker.

"Drink down your load without swallowing?" Wukong continued, imitating the Yordle's faint voice: "You just gave me a blowjob and have cum splattered all of you, there's really no need to be coy now! You smell so much of me, our next rutting will probably feel like I'm fucking myself. Oh, and while we're at it: I'm ready to go again. Get to work, slut." He stopped stroking him and pointed at his own crotch, where his cock stood at attention, throbbing and ready. Too lazy to stand up, he simply spread his legs. "If you'll do a good job, maybe I'll even answer your question! Isn't that something? Combining work and pleasure!"

Cursing him a thousand times, Kennen got to his knees, as his legs were too wobbly to stand on them. His head held low, monkey seed dripping from his chin, he crawled over the impossibly thin leg of his master and reached for his impossibly thick shaft. Still no his knees, he bowed forward and started licking over the monkey meat in front of him. His fool's paradise, he thought, desperately clinging to his new mantra. As his little tongue lapped over the breeding pole, Wukong padded his head and chuckled. "I can see your tail wagging from here, hamster," he commented: "Looks like a feather duster. Dusters aren't usually cocksluts like you though..."

Swallowing his pride, Kennen lowered his head on the monkey's shaft, simian musk filling his nostrils. He took the tip into his mouth and gently suckled on it, educing another soft moan of pleasure from his master. "Alright, you're doing well enough," Wukong mumbled: "So here's your hint: when you swallow something, you get it past the barrier of your throat. To complete my challenge, you'll have to get my spunk there even before I shoot. Got it?" Muffled slurping sounds answered. "Oh, sorry, forgot you can't talk at the moment."

He pushed his pet down, forcing more of himself into his cute little muzzle. His tip pressed against the back of the Yordle's throat. The moist, pleasuring warmth around his cock vanished as Kennen desperately fought back his gagging reflex and Wukong grunted in disapproval for his toy's lacking enthusiasm. "Well, you'll never get your freedom like this," he lectured the little creature between his legs: "Good thing we've got plenty of time to practice. And believe me, we'll not stop practicing before you either make me drool with pleasure or one of us falls unconscious. And that one of us won't be me."

And he kept to his promise.

--

Nevlamas had witnessed some rather weird things during his life as a Summoner. He had experienced spikes of crimson fury and the joy of free flight with the half-dragon Shyvana, beheld the mind of Kassadin the Void Walker, ever vigilant however tormented, and caught a glimpse of the beautiful, enigmatic strains that held the personality of Duchess Karma - all in all, he had seen pretty much everything. But feeling the thoughtless bliss of orgasm through another being's body was the weirdest experience of them all so far.

Well, at least almost. The actually weirdest one was seeing Kennen submit through Wukong's eyes and wishing to be in the assassin's place instead. Brenn had probably minimized his mind link to his Champion - what a waste! No one but him seemed to understand how much of an honour it was to be raped by the Monkey King or, even more so, to be chosen as his personal sex slave! Nevlamas himself used every bit of his vast power to strengthen the connection to Wukong. He could feel Kennen's surprisingly skilled tongue caressing his master's shaft as if it was his own. And yet... he, Nevlamas, shouldn't be Wukong, he should serve Wukong!

Time went by and the monkey kept on breeding his slut over and over again. Through the dazing veil of pleasure both he and his Summoner were feeling, only momentary glimpses passed into their memories beside a sea of lust, heat and dominance: Kennen, standing with his back pressed against a pillar of stone and shivering with disgust as a few last drops of warm, sticky seed ran down his throat. Wukong, strolling off to take a short bath in the nearby river, leaving behind a broken and subdued Yordle bitch in a puddle of monkey juices. How he grabbed Kennen's head with both his hands to plunge his cock in and out all the way over and over again. And time and time again, both of them trying to achieve the challenge - Kennen because he saw his only escape route in it, Wukong because he couldn't wait to finally deep throat his pet and reach that ultimate act of forced submission.

After several hours and dozens of orgasms, the Heart of the Tempest had lost himself. His once fluffy fur and hair were matted, glued to his skin by torrents of cum. Since quite a while he was too weak to stand, so Wukong had stopped testing all kinds of exotic positions with him and had switched to repeatedly raping his fuck toy's face instead. He didn't mind, as long as the Yordle got him off. Kennen on his part just laid there, his eyes empty and without light - he had fainted.

Seeing that a break was in order, a deeply satisfied Monkey King lay down on the ground beside his pet and snuggled up to him to take a nap. He could smell himself on every inch of Kennen's body and grinned - he would have pleasant dreams.

--

The former assassin Kennen awoke as an enormous hand engulfed the back of his head. It forced him somewhere, but he was too weak and drowsy to understand what was going on. "Good morning, slut," said a raspy voice above him, heavy with sleep and arousal. Kennen tried to remember where he was and what had happened. From where was that voice coming? Why was he naked? And why was his fur so sticky? When he noticed where his captor was leading his head, it was already too late. The black, throbbing spire of flesh that briefly crossed his field of view brought back all his memories, and as strong male monkey musk filled his nostrils, the Yordle began panicking.

He struggled vigorously, teeth bared and legs kicking, but Wukong was nearly twice as big as him and held incredible strength in his slender limbs. He once more found out that he couldn't escape his captor; the only thing he had achieved with his struggling was that he now lay on top of him, still facing the monkey's rock hard erection. Discouraged, he slumped down. "Okay, you're sane again," his master remarked: "What were you hoping to do anyways? Kill me? I'd be back before you could wash your mouth clean of my taste! Or is it something else you wanted? Are you that kinky, my eager little pet?"

Kennen whimpered as he experienced a déjà-vu he would've rather avoided: digits stroking his furred tights and slipping into his ass to play with his tailhole. "If you want it so badly, you can have it," his master purred lustfully: "But hold on a second, I..." The Yordle found himself being lifted into the air as Wukong reared up and slowly sunk down again. A long, brown and white monkey tail rose into Kennen's field of view from in between his master's legs and the primate sighed. "There, much better. Alright pet, you still didn't say good morning to me!" in front of the former assassin's face, his breeding pole twitched as if to underline his words: "You know the stakes, so get sucking. You'll also get a nice treat this time!"

When Kennen hesitated, Wukong simply grabbed his head and pushed him down. Before the little Yordle could even try getting his tongue around the huge monkey meat, his master bucked his hips, plunging it deep into his waiting muzzle once more. "This would be so much more enjoyable if I didn't have to rape you every time we do it," the simian shook his head: "You're a sex toy now, remember your place! This is your last chance if you don't want to see me angry. Suck my cock or I'll choke you to death with it!"

Knowing that Wukong was the kind of person both mentally and physically capable of doing so, the Yordle obeyed hastily. He wrapped his tongue around his master's length, making him huff with pleasure. Bobbing his head up and down, he caressed as much of the throbbing shaft as he could take without gagging.

The bliss of being served assaulting his senses again, Wukong relaxed, a soft smile on his face. Fact was, he was nowhere near of being angry. How could he be, with so much fun around? Aside from cumming again and again and to the brink of his stamina, he had everything he could ever ask for: subduing Kennen, a once worthy enemy, was a challenging, interesting and most pleasurable task, and working out better than he had expected.

The little Yordle's tail wiggled in front of him in an almost seductive manner while he kept on circling his finger around the vulnerable tailhole of his pet. But he was no patient boy and had never been one, so while Kennen began swallowing his precum, he pressed his thumb against the tight ring that guarded the Yordle's virgin passage.

Kennen cried out in distress and humiliation, but much to his master's delight continued his service almost immediately. Going by the warm wetness that was running down Wukong's shaft, the Monkey King guessed that anything his pet could've tried to say would have been drowned by their overflowing liquids anyway. But what did he care for Kennen's wellbeing? Toys like him were rare and precious, and training them was hard work, so they had to be treated carefully. On the Fields of Justice, however...

With these thoughts still in mind, he applied more and more pressure to his thumb until he could feel Kennen's muscles give in slowly, despite the Yordle's desperate attempts to resist. With a faint, soft sound, it broke past the barrier and sank into his backside to the hilt.

Kennen reared up, a muffled scream escaping his stuffed maw. Wukong could feel the draft as his pet sucked in the air trough his tiny snout a moment before the little creature started wriggling like an impaled worm. "Now don't you complain," Wukong exclaimed loudly: "At least I'm giving you some time to adapt. Might as well have raped you to death a few times, be thankful I didn't."

Kennen didn't answer - couldn't after all - and kept trying to get away from the finger buried between his sand-furred cheeks. Tears ran down his face, but he never stopped pleasing his master. Enjoying his dedication, Wukong decided to take it once step further and slowly began fucking his little Yordle slut with his finger. With every long, lavish thrust of the digit inside his rear, Kennen winced and groaned, his lithe form shivering softly.

He still had trouble swallowing the ever growing stream of liquid Wukong was feeding him; nevertheless, he licked and suckled the black spire of flesh in his muzzle with abandon. He ran his tongue over the smooth length of his captor, softly searching for the spots that would please him most.

Since his defeat, Wukong had continuously raped him with little rest in between - Kennen had gotten used to sucking cock. He didn't find the act quite as repulsive anymore. He had even found a technique that allowed him to breathe steadily, even while the huge breeding tool of his simian rapist drove his jaws apart. For a while he had hoped that after a few hours of fun, Wukong would be satisfied enough to let him go.

All hope had long since vanished, drowned in monkey cum. The strong taste stuck to every bit of his mouth, he could feel it on his face and inside his stomach. His fur was caked in dried, old seed, already disappearing beneath layers of fresh one from more recent orgasms. How could the ape cum so much? Weren't his balls ever drained? Wasn't his lust ever sated?

And just when Kennen had thought that he could stand feeling, smelling, tasting Wukong's essence covering him inside out, stand the sickening, overwhelming smell that soaked into his very mind, slowly gnawing away his willpower - just when he'd thought that he had already lost every last bit of his dignity, his captor's hand had crept between his spread legs to caress him in a way that was so dirty, so wrong that all of the sudden he was almost glad of the breeding tool ramming down his maw, just because it kept him distracted.

And then he had felt something enter him where nothing should ever be. Pain flashed through his little body as his tailhole was invaded for the very first time. Barely resisting the futile urge to run away, he screamed out in anguish. By the time Wukong had found a steady thrusting rhythm, his pet was crying softly. Kennen could stand the pain, but not the humiliation. It was a forceful reminder just how much his rapist was in control. He was being turned into a sex toy - only now he began to understand what that meant.

A particularly deep thrust made him wince. "Hey, watch those teeth!" Wukong complained in mocking irritation, yet his voice was a groan of lust. He roughly grabbed his slave's tail with his free hand and pulled the little creature onto his finger in rhythm of his own movements, further adding to the Yordle's dismay.

As the rutting went on, Kennen's last bits of self-control slowly crumbled. His captor slid his nailed digit in and out of his formerly untouched anal passage, steadily and permanently making every last bit of him his possession. The former assassin cried freely now. He squeaked like a Yordle child being pranked by his friends. But this was no game; he was losing his last fight, defeated in a way that was more lasting that anything he'd thought possible.

Now, swallowing steadily around the cock he was servicing, tasting the sticky, warm precum as it ran down his throat and sensing the heated reaction of his body, he was afraid that very soon he'd stop thinking anything. The humiliation, the pain... the pleasure. His last, tiny hope was that Wukong wouldn't notice what his rough petting did to his toy...

"My, my, you squeal like a girl! I guess that means you're learning your place? I wonder what Shen would say if he could see you like this - do you think he'd try you, too? Kennen, once sister of the Twilight Order and now the bitch of a monkey!" The primate closed his eyes and moaned softly in delight. His own words were arousing him intensely, the sheer knowledge of what the tight, warm flesh around his probing finger meant fed his lust more than even the feeling of Kennen expertly sucking his cock could.

"I'm close," Wukong informed him, slowly reopening his eyes: "Keep going and you'll..." He stalled. An impish grin spread over his face: "Now what is this? You're surpassing all my expectations, I'll give you that! Why didn't you tell me right away how much of a horny slut you are? I could've spared us the entire rough part and simply invited you home for a nice, relaxed fucking." With a mischievous giggle, he reached out with his free hand to softly stroke over Kennen's rampant erection, making the slave whimper and moan in turns. "You are actually getting off to this? Well, now you've certainly earned your reward!

Seeing Kennen being aroused by getting fucked into submission - seeing the further embarrassment he was suffering - was Wukong's last straw. His body was overflowed with pleasure, all his nerves on fire with delight. Though quivering and shrieking like the monkey he was, he still managed to grasp the source of the heavenly feeling flooding though his body: the unbearably tight muzzle of his Yordle pet. His hand closed around the back of Kennen's head - and pushed it down.

The former assassin was much too unsettled, shocked and confused to see what was going on. With Wukong's shaft filling every part of his maw, lost in a sea of shame, doubt and fear, he didn't even try to resist as he was shoved onto the black spire of simian meat in his mouth further than he had thought possible.

At the back of his throat, his muscles offered only little resistance, his gagging reflex barely reacting after the past days of constant training. The Monkey King gave him one last, hard shove and made the intruder break through, pushing every last inch of himself into his cock sleeve. All of the sudden, Kennen found his snout buried in Wukong's crotch fur. The smell of pheromones assaulted his nostrils, but he had more important things to pay attention to.

He could feel the bulge in his throat as he was force-fed his captor's malehood. Breathing became impossible. His entire neck was stretched like never before to accommodate the monkey's girth. Pain overpowered every other feeling. Though he had died countless times already, no sensation had ever been this extreme.

Wukong was in Nirvana. He had had a few lovers skilled enough to deep throat him before, but none of them had been this damn small! Kennen's childlike body was like nothing he had screwed before, and hilting inside it made him go crazy. Afraid to kill his pet if he didn't hurry up, the Monkey King eventually gave in to the pleasure. He shuddered, sighed and closed his eyes - that was every bit of warning his slut was going to get.

A torrent of virile seed flooded Kennen's throat and filled him with white, sticky heat. The stuffed Yordle wanted to back away, desperate for air, but his captor's hand held him in place while gush after gush of cum was spilled directly into his belly. Wukong cried out loud in rapture, arching his back as electric tingles ran along his spine. It took quite a while for his climax to run dry.

Once it was over, Kennen's stomach was bulging slightly with the amount of sperm pumped into it. Wukong huffed. He hadn't come this hard in ages. Pleased beyond measure, he relaxed his muscles, smiling like an imbecile. He just couldn't believe how well his plans were working out.

With nothing left to hold him back, Kennen slowly lifted himself off the monkey's breeding tool; it felt as if an iron bar was being pulled out of his throat. Coughing and gagging, he slumped down on top of his captor, unable to do anything but gasp for air, relishing in the feeling of hollowness in his mouth.

"Splendid work. You've passed my first challenge," the Monkey King purred after minutes of exhausted silence: "You drank down an entire load of cum without swallowing. Now let's have a nap. We'll see to your next challenge afterwards." With these words, he fell asleep where he lay, his finger still buried in the Yordle's tailhole.

Lying on top of him, soaked and filled with monkey cum, deeply flawed on the inside and outside, Kennen shook his head weakly: "Yes... master."