FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Several hours later, Wukong awoke with a feeling of appetite. Not actual hunger, and not for food either, but for the adorable furball soundly sleeping on top of him. Kennen still lay in the position of their last mating, his face buried in the monkey's belly fur. He had done it. He had really done it. He still couldn't believe that such a tiny creature had managed to take his entire length - not that he felt like complaining. But now that he had gotten as far as he did, he was eager to find out how much further he could go.

During their time in the Rift - days that already felt like a lifetime - Wukong had quickly established the habit of starting his pet's day right: with a healthy breakfast of monkey cum. The first thing Kennen usually saw after waking up was his master's shaft being pushed into his muzzle. But why not make a change? Surprise the little fellow? Surprises were great, he loved surprises! Looking down his body, he found his toy still caked in dried seed and got an idea.

So, instead of beginning the day with his usual morning blowjob, he gently stroked over Kennen's back, waking the Yordle with all the gentleness he could muster. Slowly, the small frame came to live. Realizing where he was, Kennen got up with difficulty and crawled away from the monkey in a futile attempt to regain at least a tiny bit of his dignity.

"Good morning, slut," Wukong greeted him as usual.

"...morning," the Yordle gave back. He was confused. Since his defeat, he'd either been busy sucking his master's cock or being unconscious - and now, all of the sudden, he was allowed to act on his own again? Not quite knowing what to do, he eventually decided to simply wait for Wukong's next order. "What do you want me to do?" he asked neutrally. Turning around to his captor, he was greeted by his apish grin. Trouble.

"Got it almost right. Come on, you already had it, remember? After the first challenge?" The primate's encouraging smile made a mockery of his words.

Knowing what to answer, Kennen once more swallowed his pride: "What do you want me to do, master?"

"Splendid now, just splendid! You really shine as a slave, you should be proud!" Wukong giggled: "Anyways. Since we'll begin the second part of your trial today, I thought we could use the opportunity to take a bath together, doesn't that sound nice? Just you and me!"

Amidst the mind-numbing haze of resignation and shame he was trapped in, Kennen felt a spark of suspicion kindle. Wukong had never taken him to the river before. Quite the contrary, he had made sure his pet stayed as it was: marked, shamed, subdued. Cumming all over you was quite a bit of work after all. Wouldn't want all that to go to waste, now would we? Those had been his exact words. Funny - looking back, Kennen didn't found them to be half as humiliating as he done just then. They seemed so... normal. So right.

But no, no, no! They were not, they were not! The greatest enemy lay within. He had to resist, had to stop Wukong from raping his very mind. No matter how many times he sucked him off, no matter how many of his loads he swallowed, he wouldn't lose this fight if he'd manage not to lose himself. Yes, yes, yes, that was the secret he had almost forgotten! He only needed to muster the will to...

"Well, no answer always means yes. After you, my pet," the Monkey King ordered.

"Yes, master." Every thought in his head was gone in the blink of an eye. He obeyed without questioning.

It didn't take long to get to the river. In fact, it lay just beyond a small meadow of tall grass to the northwest, hidden from sight by the dense jungle all around. Kennen quickly forged his way past the barrier, almost fell down the steep bank behind it and threw himself into the surprisingly warm water awaiting him. The river was actually just a broad gullet, its water barely knee-deep - hip-deep for a Yordle - and crystal clear. It wound its path through the entire Rift, snuggling into the forest as it went. The cliffs, trees and thickets at its sides made it appear quite cosy, private. The sight was soothing to say the least.

Kennen eagerly waded into the stream. Painting the waters around him in a milky white, he tried to wash himself clean of the layers of cum covering his fur. He scoped it with both hands to rinse out his mouth, neutralizing the stale taste of his master's essence. Every drop held a memory for him: of Wukong roughly hammering his huge monkey meat into the muzzle of his poor, helpless bitch, trying to get past his throat to see him gag on all the cock stuffed into him; of the failure to do so and Wukong pulling out to cum over his body, twitching and moaning, whispering unspeakable things into Kennen's ear...

Was he getting hard? He reached down to find his own malehood semi-erect and on the way to stiffen completely. Not again! How could this happen!?

"I can't believe how slutty you are. You surprise me time and time again." Wukong's sleek form appeared between the blades of grass in Kennen's back.

The Yordle bowed his head in shame at those words. "You do not understand," he stammered meekly: "No, no, no! This is not what it looks like, I simply... I..." The words didn't come. Kennen gazed into the smugly grinning face of his captor with terrified confusion.

Wukong felt a surge of triumph run through his mind. He knew that expression all too well. He was the king of monkeys, born to dominate. Among his kind, most females had eagerly accepted him as their mate, impressed by his guts and his girth in more than one meaning - only to soon find themselves being turned into submissive fuck toys by his much too strong will. When they had noticed what was happening to them, it was usually too late. Before he had left Kumungu to find new challenges, Wukong's harem had grown steadily.

And now he saw that exact expression building in Kennen's eyes. The little Yordle was betrayed by his own body. He became the slut Wukong wanted him to be - and he had just realized it. Oh delicious, delicious! This was better than any orgasm! His breeding pole twitched at his thoughts, as if to complain. The sight of Kennen breaking yet a bit further had made him incredibly horny. It was about time to get to the fucking.

"Well then, let's just forget about that part, my perfectly straight and in no way perverted little slave. I'll be quick about this, so you can snuggle up to my cock again," even while talking, the Monkey King stroked his member in impatience: "Now that you're clean and ready for another round, I'm going to tell you what's the plan for your next challenge. And as before, it's quite simple, really: you'll pass if you manage to cum for me without even touching that excuse for a prick of yours." He sneered: "Shouldn't be hard for you. I mean, since you're not getting off on this at all..."

Kennen just stood there, soaking wet with the water he had just used to cleanse himself of Wukong's lust - but suddenly it seemed to him as if he'd never be clean again. He answered nothing, didn't want to witness his own fall. Two legends that had never rested a second in their lives stared at each other, the silence broken only by the river's careless gurgling.

Eventually, Wukong broke the spell by stepping into the stream himself. He stopped there to enjoy the feeling of the warm water around his bare feet before wading further, his tail coiling like a playful snake. "In case you didn't get it the first time: what I was trying to tell you is that you're about to have your little squirrel butt pounded," the monkey's voice was barely more than a raw whisper, his arousal overwhelming him: "I'll take the last bit of your virginity, isn't that great? I'll finally make you a woman!"

"No...," Kennen mumbled, his rodent ears laid back in distress.

"Yes. Now let's get to it, we're wasting time." Like a mother would carry her child, he picked up the Yordle's numb body and started looking for a place to get him into a nice position. He quickly found the perfect spot: a flat, smooth stone, its upper side barely above the river surface. He easily lifted Kennen's soaking wet form onto the store and turned him around so that he lied prone on the warm rock. The former assassin showed no reaction to what was done to him: the poor thing was still fighting its inner demons. Not a problem, Wukong thought, he knew just the right thing to get his full attention.

Kennen barely noticed his legs being spread open and even less so did he understand what was happening to him. How could this be?

The time for niceties was over. Wukong roughly grabbed Kennen's tail stump and pulled him to the stone's fringe, letting his feet dangle into the river beneath. Looking over his work, the Monkey King smirked. His pet was in a perfect position to be entered now.

He knelt down behind him and allowed the warm stream to soak his legs completely. Experimentally lining up his cock with his slut's little tailhole, Wukong saw that the stone had just the right proportions - and that penetration would still be quite a challenge. Only now did he understand what kind of a size difference they were dealing with. His monkey meat looked like it had the size of an entire leg compared to Kennen's tiny little rump. How gladly he'd step into that! But all in good time. He stuck his index finger into his mouth and suckled on it, coating it with saliva.

Something cool and slimy softly touched Kennen's rear and pulled him back to reality. He tried to crawl away from it, but Wukong simply grabbed his tail again and held him in place. "Yeah, I don't like this either," the Monkey King apologized: "I'm just as eager to put the real thing to use as you are to have it stuff you, but we need to lube you up first. Or at least pretend to." Wukong laughed shortly and got back to work.

His slippery digit wriggled its way past the Yordle's virgin tailhole and sent a surge of tingles up his little spine. Kennen reared up, partly in delight, partly in panic. This impossible feeling - unprecedented pleasure! It hadn't felt like this the last time, had it? Had he fallen under an evil spell? No, please no! But, a persistent voice in his head whispered, if even a single finger can make you feel this good...

Just then, Wukong began plowing him in earnest, sliding his digit in and out of his opening, exploring every spot of his insides. Kennen's fur stood on end, his perky ears twitching uncontrolled. His chest raised and lowered with his laboured breaths as he fought not to be consumed by the sensations his captor was forcing onto him. He whimpered and winced with its every motion, biting his lower lip to stop himself from moaning. The damned ape would never corrupt him! Never, never, ne...

Kennen moaned like a bitch in heat. Before he even knew what happened, his body reared up from the wet stone surface, bellowing out in bliss. Something inside him had... reacted to Wukong's caresses, had flooded him with tickling, dazing warmth after the monkey had only lightly touched it. Not much survived that onslaught. The Yordle found himself lying face-down and panting in exhaustion. A small trail of spittle ran from his muzzle and into his soaked fur.

Behind him, Wukong laughed in a manner that was only nuances apart from insanity. His body shook with the aftershock of his amusement, causing the digit in Kennen's rear to jolt in and out of him, further adding to the poor Yordle's pleasure and fright. Still chuckling, the monkey bowed forward to his pet and gleefully whispered: "Found your favourite spot, eh? It was like you were melting into my finger, really. Like you were begging to be fucked."

"N...no...," Kennen groaned. Even being able to answer felt strange - in such moments his muzzle would usually be stuffed full of cock.

"No?" his captor licked his teeth. Another thrust hit the Yordle's pleasure spot and the little creature yelped in surprise. Wukong nodded solemnly: "Yup, not at all. This is going to be the shortest challenge ever."

He withdrew his finger from Kennen's bowels and briefly lowered it into the river to let the flowing waters wash it clean. His slut lay before him, panting, spread and prepared - even lubed up a bit. The Yordle's bushy little tail seemed as seducing as his presented backside. His wet, sandy fur shimmered like silk in the blazing sunlight. Wukong grabbed the slender hips of his slut and positioned himself. Everything was at its place.

As he lined up his cock with Kennen's tailhole a second time, the monkey could barely control his own eagerness. Still on his knees, he slightly prodded his pet's opening with only the tip of his massive black shaft, smearing his precum all over it. Kennen, seemingly not delighted by the prospect of being fucked by something the size of his arm, whimpered and closed his legs at the feeling, but a single low snarl from his master got him back into line pretty quickly. Now even more impatient, Wukong began pushing in earnest, forcing his pole against the virgin ring of his fearful slave.

He bit his lip as he increased the pressure, growling in dominance as he pinned Kennen in between the stone and his cock.

"Please no!" Kennen groaned through his clenched teeth: "Stop it, I beg you! You're too big, too big, too big! You will tear me apart; it won't fit!"

"Now you're doing your job right," Wukong growled into his ear: "Now you're acting the pathetic little bitch that you are!" The tip of his shaft had finally loosened up his rear enough to enter it. Ever so slowly, his monkey meat began sinking into the Yordle's backside. "Squeal for me, slave. Squeal!"

He thrust forward, burying inch after rigid inch of his shaft into Kennen's little tailhole. Crushing tightness and a warmth to make his mind melt greeted him inside.

Although he wasn't even halfway in, his Yordle slut was fighting back tears, writhing, kicking, trying to push him back and somehow get off the rod forcing its way into his rear.

Wukong stopped for a moment to watch the pained expression twisting the cute muzzle of his squirrel slut. "What's the matter? You've been impaled before!" He withdrew for a bit, eliciting a moan from him. "That's more like it." He plunged himself back in, a little bit further this time, and again did Kennen cry out in pain as the huge monkey cock penetrated him deeper than anything should have ever done. The primate held this position for a moment, lost in the bliss of the action, before settling into a steady rhythm of long, drawn-out thrusts, each of them making his slut wriggle on his shaft like a worm on a hook.

Kennen's hands clawed at the smooth, wet stone he lay on, his reflexes still mimicking the escape he knew was impossible. Wukong spoke the truth: he had fallen into this trap and he would never get out of it again. There wasn't even room for such fancy thinking besides the overwhelming feeling of being taken like this the first time. Once he had dreamed to lose his virginity to Akali - now he'd never know another mate than his monkey master. Tears welled in his eyes, and not only because of the pain in his anal passage. His life as an assassin was gone forever, the last step to become a mere sex toy, a tool for the pleasure of his captor, was done in that very second, his honour gone with the wind.

Then why did it feel so good? Why could he think of his future without fear? Wukong bred him mercilessly, nearly ripping him open with the sheer force of his amorous assault. The monkey's cock felt as if it would be buried somewhere near his lungs, pumping in and out of his soft, untouched folds with a ferocity no caring lover would've ever applied, so why did it feel so damn good!?

That strange spot inside of him still did its dirty work, sending surges of pleasure through his mind whenever the lascivious breeding pole of his master slid past. He found himself almost lounging for the next thrust as he tensed his muscles, panting, squeaking, writhing around the enormous, hot spire of flesh penetrating him. Wukong had bowed forward, placing his hands beside his trembling ears. It gave him a better angle, and feeling Kennen's laboured, warm breath stroke over his wrists had something highly intimate about it.

"You love being used like this, don't you?" he whispered to his toy.

"Never!" Kennen cried out and was promptly rewarded with a bucking of Wukong's hips that drove more of his master's meat into his small, fragile body than he had ever thought possible, making the anguish of being deflowered skyrocket for a short moment. It didn't take long until the Monkey King withdrew for a bit, but to Kennen it felt like hours.

"That was the wrong answer," Wukong murmured gleefully: "Let's try this again! You love being used like this, don't you?"

The former assassin understood the game his captor was playing and - afraid of another punishment - made haste to submit. "Yes," he whimpered: "I love being used, master! I love, love, love it!"

"You've dreamed of this since you first saw me, eh? You are nothing but a puny, horny Yordle slut!"

"...a Yordle slut, yes, yes! Nothing but a puny... please, no more! ...a puny, little slut - stars of Ionia, I beg you, stop!" Kennen spurted out between breathless panting, his tongue hanging from his gaping muzzle: "No, no please!"

Wukong grinned. It was always the same thing with his cocksleeves: they squealed and screamed, pretending not to like it - and then, pain turned to pleasure and shame turned to lust, and soon enough they snuggled into his pole and moaned their hearts out. Kennen's pain was turning to pleasure just then, he knew it by the Yordle's desperate begging. Now it wouldn't be long until his mind would follow.

"You want my cock!"

"I want your cock!"

"You're a pathetic monkey toy!"

"Yes, a monkey toy, yes, yes, yes!"

Wukong laughed in delight. Kennen's feigned enthusiasm would soon become true devotion. Triumph was his. Completely at ease and with mischief boiling in his mind, the monkey purred into the furred ear of his slut, softly groaning: "There's a good boy. You earned yourself a treat. I'm sure you want one, don't you?"

"Yes." Wukong lunged out for another punishingly deep thrust and Kennen hastily corrected himself: "Yes, master!"

"Well, how could I resist if you ask so nicely?" the Monkey King bared his teeth as his infamous grin began spreading across his face. This would be fun.

He reached for his head with one hand, the other one still clasped around Kennen's hips, and plucked out a single hair from above his face. He casually blew it away and cast a spell over it, sapping the magical powers that flew through his body. Within a blink of the eye, a second Monkey King stood beside him, staring at Kennen's naked form with undisguised lust. Summoning the duplicate had been as natural and easy as breathing. Wukong hadn't even slowed down his breeding for a moment.

"And here's your reward! Another master to play with!" Wukong giggled. He straightened his back, making room for what was to come.

Kennen saw the mirror image approach him. It had been made naked like its creator, its cock a black, twitching pillar dangling above the two furred orbs between its legs. It positioned itself opposite of the real Wukong, kneeling down in front of the abused Yordle's face. Its shaft hung before his eyes.

"Suck it," the fake monkey purred.

Given the alien, terrifying feelings invading his body through his overexpanded tailhole, Kennen was glad to have something known and common to keep himself distracted. In fact, the act turned out almost suspiciously unsuspicious. As he took the tip of the mirage's shaft between his lips, the false monkey immediately grabbed the back of his head and pushed him down on it until he could feel it press against the back of his throat - just like the real Wukong usually did.

Precum began flooding his maw, its strong, male taste just as real as the dizzying smell of his musk. As his tongue lapped over the enormous monkey meat buried in his muzzle, he could feel every vein beneath its smooth surface, every last detail of its texture. It even triggered his gagging reflex in the way he was used to as it slid past every natural barrier in its way - this thing was supposed to be a mere illusion?

"I am connected with them, you know," Wukong informed him from behind, panting with pleasure from his own rough thrusts: "I feel what they feel. Not quite as intense as if you'd suck me off firsthand, but still enough to make a difference - so you better take this seriously."

It was strange enough, but he actually did. To think that his master's pleasure was at stake encouraged him far more than it should have, and he got down to work immediately. Using his skills as a trained slut, he bobbed his head up and down the throbbing, pulsing monkey cock, caressing all the sweet spots he knew. The clone moaned softly, and Wukong echoed that moan with a shiver. Somehow, the success of his actions made being stuffed like a turkey that much more bearable. The pleasure of the deed took over, making his shaft tingle no matter how much he fought it.

"Yeah, just like that. Hmm... I've had girls that weren't half as good as you are right now - and they were big enough to swallow all of my length, not only a bit of it," the Monkey King underlined his words with yet another mercilessly deep thrust that pushed even more of his sizeable simian meat into the already overfilled backside of his Yordle, making him yelp with pleasure and pain: "Honestly, you have no idea how this feels like! Is someone sucking me off while I'm pounding his ass - or am I pounding his ass while he is sucking me off? Now here's a question on the way to enlightenment!" Both he and his mirage laughed heartily at his own joke. "Hey, let's spice this up a little! I mean, a little more!"

His clone, carrying out his will without delay, began its own thrusting rhythm into Kennen's muzzle, making the little Yordle gag and cough around its tool. It went in and out of his childlike body in cadence with Wukong's own ministrations, so that their slut was pushed back and forth on the smooth stone surface he laid on, almost straining his neck with the power of their movements.

Kennen's world shrunk around him, collapsing into the lusty canon of the two monkeys rutting him until nothing else was left. All he could see was the crotch of Wukong's clone moving back and forth to feed him inch after warm, rigid inch of cock; all he could taste was the slimy, sticky precum that was steadily pouring into his muzzle. He smelled nothing but simian pheromones, heard nothing but laboured panting and moans of pleasure.

But stars of Ionia, he felt so many things!

The pain in his rear had finally faded to a level he could stand, giving him room to comprehend the full extend of what was causing it. His backside was being stretched wider than what should've been naturally possible, his tailhole wrapped tightly around the simian invader. He was certain that his stomach was bulging with the girth of his master, yet all his nerves told him that it was right and fine the way it was, that this feeling of being stuffed with cock was what he should've been wanting all along.

Only with all his willpower could he fight back those thoughts. He moaned into the shaft in his muzzle with every thrust that drove his master's breeding tool into his rear. The taste he had once so despised and the feeling of having something prod his throat made it all that much worse. He felt something stir in his loins, a hot, teasing tingle that he could only imagine to be his first climax building. Desperately he fought to hold it back. If that orgasm would pass, his struggle would be lost.

Wukong had no such inhibitions. Happily pounding away at the Yordle's ass, his movements became quicker and quicker, sinking deeper and deeper into the velvety embrace of Kennen's insides. He could feel the vibrations of his throat as his cute little cocksleeve moaned and yelped around the shaft of his clone, and it made him desire the furred toy wrapped around his pole more than ever.

Further and further did he push into Kennen's helpless body, until his hips brushed against the quivering fuzzy bundle of fur that was the former assassin's tail, but it still wasn't deep enough. He had managed to bottom out in the Yordle's muzzle after all, and he wouldn't rest until every inch of his monkey cock was surrounded by tight, hot, soft, squirming and trembling flesh. Wukong approved of that thought. There was always another challenge.

Now Kennen didn't quite share that opinion, no, no, no! Pleasure surged through him like an invader through a captured fortress. He would burst; he would burst with all the meat sliding in and out of him! Both the mirage facefucking him and the Monkey King taking him from behind were turning ever more ferocious. His mind was in chaos, and he could do little more than suck on the shaft in his muzzle and cling to his last few conscious thoughts.

He only remembered where he was when the fake monkey in front of him took its hand away from his head and reached for his shoulders. For a moment nothing happened, but then the entire world - including the two fat cocks inside of him - seemed to topple over, spin around and come to rest up-side-down afterwards. It took him a moment to realize that the world hadn't crumbled, but he had been spun onto his back by his rapists instead.

This position proved to be even more uncomfortable as the one before, and did so for several reasons. First of all, his master now had a much better angle to reach his tailhole, and made use of that advantage by pressing into him harder than ever before; not much less than a foot of monkey meat ravaged his sensitive insides, cruelly carrying the Yordle onwards to orgasm.

Just as bad as that was the fact that he had a hard time breathing again. He had been in an awkward position for sucking cock before, but lying on his back, he had to tilt back his head until he could see the ground above him just to make it fit at all. However, forcing the simian shaft into another position was impossible - it had proven to be stronger than the muscles of his neck.

Just then, there was a wet, glugging sound, and comforting warmth poured into his throat. It reminded him of a hot drink, leaving him wondering if the false monkey he was sucking off had come already. In his confused and disoriented state of mind, he didn't realize what had happened until it was too late.

The wet sound had had been his own numb, sore throat, giving way to the invading breeding pole of the mirage. The warmth filling him was not cum, it was cock; Wukong's clone had pushed its rod into the depths of his throat, the position they were in ideal for the act. Its testicles suddenly were only inches away from Kennen's wide eyes, the rich perfume of pheromones anointing his mind with fire like nothing before. He vaguely noticed that he was choking, so he tried to breathe in around the monkey shaft stuck inside of him - it did nothing but make his gagging reflex kick in, making him cough and rattle, further coating it in saliva.

When the fringes of his field of view began turning grey, the lack of oxygen slowly draining away his life, Kennen could hear a snort of contempt. Something inside of him shifted and all of the sudden he could breathe again. With a hungry gasp for air, he turned his head to the side, panting, wheezing, coughing up large amounts of spittle and precum, sprinkling the moist, warm rock with them as he spit them all over it.

Above him, the disapproving snort was repeated, and he looked up to see Wukong's clone staring down at him with a frown. Its huge cock dangled in front of his face, still lubed in spittle - it had pulled out, and had probably saved his life in doing so.

Wukong's bliss had been flawless. Not only was Kennen pretty much the tightest, most pleasurable thing he had ever fucked, he also got to see a free show, performed by his own image! To see it shiver, moaning softly with the pleasure that he was feeling just as much, to feel its breath stroke over his chest fur... Was it wrong to find the sight of his clone rather arousing? No way! He was one handsome hunk of a monkey, there was that. Damn, not even Wukong could resist the charms of Wukong, that was how sexy he was! And now, a pathetic, tiny Yordle slut dared to disturb the pleasure of such a gorgeous creature? This called for a disciplinary action!

"Now that was pathetic! Can't even keep it there for any longer than what it takes me to cum!?" he scolded his croaking fuck toy: "You can breathe through your snout, so there's no need to start choking just because of a little bit of cock in your throat. Put your back into it! Let's try this again now - and this time, there will be no pulling out, even if I have to bother your Summoner with such a trivial matter as your revival!"

What an enjoyable speech! Wukong noticed that - distracted as he had been - he had actually ceased pounding Kennen's rear for a moment; a mistake that he quickly corrected.

Impaled on his monkeyhood, Kennen cringed as his master continued the rutting. He had almost grown used to the feeling of being stuffed to the brim, but the sudden, stabbing motions made it return - and embarrassment and pain came alongside it. A note of divine pleasure cut through the cacophony ravaging his senses and he closed his eyes in shame. Lying on his back, helpless like a bug that had fallen over, there was nothing he could do aside from sobbing.

And so he did. His ears laid back, his little snout quivering, he cried, he begged, he whimpered, reacted to each of Wukong's rough caresses, getting nothing in return but lustful groans.

Seeing his slave collapse in upon himself, the Monkey King bared his teeth in glee. He wasn't fucking the end that was crying; all he felt was quivering, hot flesh, wrapped tightly around his breeding pole - what did he care? Ah, he knew: the other end wasn't properly served. Without further thought, he ordered his clone to proceed with its business as before.

Kennen's head was grabbed and forced back, pulled down mercilessly by an incredibly strong hand. Something warm, hard and wet poked against his lips, smearing them with sticky fluids. He struggled, weakly, meekly, didn't want any more, wanted no more! "Let me in or I'll make you," the mirage above him snarled.

Kennen did as he was told without thinking, and was promptly rewarded. The Decoy got back to its task rather swiftly, pushing its shaft into his muzzle until he couldn't take it anymore - and it never stopped there. The Yordle squeaked in fear as his jaws were forced open as widely as was possible to take in the fat monkey cock that was sliding past his lips and teeth. It wasn't long until he could feel it pushing against his throat again.

Wukong's clone, at the end of its little patience, did not linger there any longer, went on instead, not stopping until Kennen's lips kissed its crotch, its balls slapping against his snout with the power of the movement.

The helpless Yordle groaned in dismay, and the vibrations of his throat massaged the illusion in the most pleasurable of ways. His body reacted instinctively, trying to pull himself away from the invader, but all he could do was slamming his fists into the adamant tights of the fake monkey - Wukong didn't even react.

But the worst thing wasn't the futility of his resistance. It wasn't that he could barely breathe with all that monkey meat stretching his throat, either. No, the worst thing was that a strange, new part of him thoroughly enjoyed the rape.

The delightful tingle in his malehood had engulfed him almost entirely, a warm prickle rushed up and down his body, never fading as his two simian masters bred him savagely like animals. His little prick was on fire, burning him with forbidden desire - was this what it felt like, having sex?

He feared that even the slightest touch would be enough to make him shoot, and stars, he lounged to touch himself! But he couldn't fail now, had to resist the urge. He clenched his fists as he fought it down, his body being pushed back and forth by the two cocks thrusting into him in tandem.

"Now that's the spirit!" Wukong commented as his clone rammed its tool in to the hilt, yet eliciting little more than a snivel from the slut trapped in between them. "There will be enough time to breathe later still. Now show me what you got!" He commanded his mirage to hold its position and followed its example, hammering himself into Kennen's sore ass as hard as he could.

Bliss was his wage. Almost two thirds of Wukong's ebony malehood were cramped into the tight, the squirming, the sobbing and heavenly warm piece of flesh that was his pet. A visible bulge of the Yordle's belly displayed just how far his master had sunken himself into the little creature. The Monkey King moved backwards for a tiny bit and watched in impish delight as Kennen's little shaft bounced in response.

He didn't expect him to notice it, though. When he raised his gaze to take a look at his toy's face, all he could see was an obscenely distended throat and a cum-smeared muzzle, buried in smooth, brown fur, but nonetheless there was little doubt that the tiny Yordle was crying, even without a closer look.

This was the overwhelming work of his dominance, Wukong thought proudly, this was the price for messing with the Monkey King! For a brief moment, he honestly wondered if he and his clone would meet in the middle of Kennen's body if he pushed himself in completely.

Still not satisfied with the savagery of his breeding, Wukong let go of the waspish thighs of his pet, clasping around the Yordle's spread legs instead. With little effort, he lifted the small figure up for a bit, improving his angle even more and cramping a few additional inches of his monkey meat into the heavenly, silken confines that were the body of Kennen, once Heart of the Tempest. His slave yelped, a startled, pathetic sound, muffled by cock and swiftly followed by a moan of deep-seeded pleasure.

Now free to reign his own movements as he saw fit, Wukong pounded away unrestrained and with all his considerable strength. He lifted his face to the sky, baring his dagger-like teeth and shrieked out his shrill monkey cry. It was a challenge to all who might have heard it, to the high heavens above and to Valoran itself. I am Wukong, it said, this pet is mine!

The thought was too much for his lust-crazed mind to handle. Although he would have loved to breed his slut that much longer, the Monkey King knew that he was at a point of no return: his climax was approaching rapidly.

Kennen wailed without knowing the reason. Was it the searing pain in his overstuffed backside? Was it the fear poisoning the last bits of his self? Or was it the pleasure, that terrible pleasure radiating from his loins, his tingling, twitching malehood, and the helpless desire to give in to those cravings?

He could feel every inch of his captor filling him up, hated it, loved it, loved him, his master, his strong, admirable master... his throat did only now serve its purpose. Things weren't right as long as his ass wasn't being ploughed properly. So why had he been trying to resist it? Without any will to fight left, his last inhibitions shattered; with a soft, high-pitched cry of pleasure, he came.

Wukong gasped as Kennen's anal muscles cramped down around his shaft, turning even tighter than before, locking and holding him in their hungry embrace. The little slave was flailing helplessly in the rising wave of his very first orgasm; his limbs were thrashing around uncontrolled while his pulsing, spasming cock shot its first load of surprisingly thick Yordle cum, coating Kennen's belly, chest and even parts of his face in lines of white. His climax went on and on, shooting rope after hot, virile rope of cum over his body - and only grew in intensity when his beloved master joined him in bliss.

How could anyone have resisted such stimulation? Finally free to touch it, Wukong reached for his slut's malehood and jerked it mercilessly, coaxing every last bit of seed from his balls. Unable to stand against the delightful contractions made by his pet, the monkey orgasmed after only a few seconds, bellowing in unhindered joy. He commanded his clone to climax with him before losing himself to the feeling.

With his cock buried in Kennen's rear almost to the hilt, the torrent of monkey cum bursting from his shaft had nowhere to go but deeper inside. Within seconds, the only slightly noticeable bulge in the Yordle's lower body disappeared beneath a quickly expanding bloat, caused by the sheer amount of seed spilling into him. Wukong cries drowned out the delirious moans of his pet, his spirit resting in a rare moment of faultless contentment.

Meanwhile, there was another thing drowning Kennen's moans - and Kennen himself, for that matter: the fake monkey that had forced itself down his throat had burst in union with its maker, spraying another sizeable load into the poor little thing in between them. While it was gripping his head as if hanging on for dear life, the Yordle actually did so.

While gush after gush of the illusion's simian essence was poured into him, he had no chance to actually swallow it and, worse even, no way to get another taste of the delicious monkey cream which he had finally learned to appreciate deeply. Determined to have at least a little drink, Kennen tried to save some of the white stuff for later, but all of it was pumped down into his belly, adding to the cum already stored there whether he liked it or not.

It went on like this for a fleeting eternity: the little, utterly submissive figure of the once proud assassin wriggling and squirming, trapped between the strong bodies of his two monkey breeders. Kennen snuggled into them, craving only the warmth they were giving him so eagerly. Robbed of all that he had been, he feverishly lounged for the moment to last forever.

But as much as he wished it, his body couldn't keep up with his desire and eventually the situation proved to be too much for his oxygen-starved mind too handle. His field of view became blurred, the feelings of their combined orgasms drifting away into the distance. He blacked out before his masters had even finished cumming.

--

The sweet haze of sleep left him slowly, gently nudging him back to reality like a mother would wake her child. Kennen hadn't experienced such luxurious lavishness since his earliest days; ever since, waking up had been a mere duty, an aspect of his life like training, fighting or killing.

But that life was over, he knew this although he did not yet remember why. Basking in his new-found freedom, the little Yordle deliberately held his eyes shut to prolong his silken slumber as best as he could. How long had he been asleep? He grunted in disapproval, but the thought persisted and so he opened his eyes after all.

The sun stood in its zenith, stinging him with the brightness of its rays and making him regret his decision swiftly. Blinking and groaning, he waited for the pain in his head to go away. What had happened? Where was he? Why was he naked? And why did he feel so full?

His fingers reach for his belly, sluggishly creeping down his form. He was surprised to find it notable swollen, as if going through a slight pregnancy. He only now realized that his bottom felt rather funny to begin with. The Yordle frowned, still drowsy. Just what was going on here?

His memory returned a few second later and punched him square in the face. The trap, the days of raping and his long overdue realization of who he truly was - it all returned to him at once. The river's joyful bubbling now finally reached his mind as well, reminding him where he was.

Still sleepy - and careful not to spill any of the monkey cum he had been gifted with - Kennen lifted his back from the warm rock that had served him as both resting place and altar of his deflowering. So he was still in Summoner's Rift. But where was his master?

He looked around, searching for the Monkey King's unmistakable form. Not seeming to find it, he was just about to lay down again when he felt a furred digit tapping him on the shoulder. He yelped, startled, and spun round as fast as his condition allowed it.

Wukong had settled down on the same spot where Kennen had been resting his head only seconds before. He had pulled up on of his legs to his chest, leaving the other to casually dangle into the river below. He had wrapped his tail around his waist and held his arm still outstretched, as if to stress how effortlessly he had snuck up to his Yordle pet. The other hand clutched the remains of a half-eaten peach - judging by the monkey's engaged munching and the amounts of juice running down his chin, it wouldn't stay there for long.

"Well hello there, sleepy head," he greeted, not bothering to swallow the piece of fruit in his mouth first: "I was starting to wonder if you were going to stay like this forever." He swallowed noisily and flung the rest of the peach into his mouth without looking.

"I...," Kennen began, but interrupted himself a moment later and looked up to his master with pleading eyes.

Wukong, having seen that look before, gave him a generous nod: "You're allowed to talk, go ahead."

"I... I'm sorry master; I did not mean to worry you."

The monkey laughed softly, stroking over Kennen's tousled hair: "That's quite okay. You're a good pet."

The little Yordle shivered with joy at these words. Master had praised him! He made sure to remember every thing he had done just then, so that he could do it again whenever he had the chance. Glad to have pleased him, Kennen turned around to hug Wukong's slender waist, snuggling up to his beloved monkey.

Feeling something touch his body without warning, Wukong jumped to his feet with a startled shriek. His tail uncurled itself and lashed at the air behind him, and he struck out against the potential thread now clinging to his form.

He came back to his senses only a split-second before his fist would have caressed his pet in a rather unloving way. Taking a few deep breaths, he tried to regain his 'composure', embarrassed by his own reaction. "Whoa there, be careful what you do!" he spat out to cover it up: "Have you forgotten that I could kill you with a single blow?"

Kennen buried his little face in the monkey's chest fur, whimpering pathetically: "I am sorry, master! I am sorry, sorry, sorry! I simply was so glad to have please you and then I wanted to show you, but then I did not think it through enough and now I have made you angry and I am so sorry, just so..."

Wukong silenced the Yordle's torrent of words with a single gesture and shook his head, back to his playful mood again. They still had an entire week left on Summoner's Rift, and he intended to make good use of it.

"I'm afraid a simply 'I'm sorry' won't do," he said, making sure to display his most stern expression: "You have upset me and you'll have to make up for that."

Kennen, understanding the hint, nodded in excitement, his large eyes sparkling with joy: "I will do what ever you ask me to do, master!" his grin cast its echo on his voice: "How do you want to breed me first?"