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One Week later...

By the time they were done, Wukong's entire front was plastered with Yordle cum. Kennen's belly was visibly distended again, having received the fourth load of the day just then. Panting softly, the master and his pet broke the hungry kiss they had been sharing throughout their orgasms - something that even Wukong would've never dared imagine just two weeks before. Across the strands of saliva still connecting their muzzles, they traded a long, intense gaze, and the Monkey King could feel a portion of the former assassin's unquestioning love creep into his own heart.

Noticing that they were still hugging each other tightly, he let go of Kennen's waist and ordered the little Yordle to stand.

Knowing that his master would still be very sensitive from their past ordeal, said Yordle carefully lifted himself from the monkey cock he had impaled himself on. The black spire of meat popped free from his backside, accompanied by a gush of seed that splattered Wukong's loins over and over.

"Thank you, master," he managed to say before slumping down into the mess he just had made. Wukong, lazily rubbing his pet's curly hair, laughed softly - like every time when the little creature said something adorable.

"So," he purred: "How did you like it?"

Kennen lowered his gaze and blushed furiously beneath his hazel fur, yet the quivering of his tail told of his excitement. "I think this position might be my favourite. We were so... close," he admitted meekly, hastily adding: "But of course my favourite is always your favourite, master."

The Monkey King laughed his adoring laughter again, patting his toy on the head before moving on to a more serious subject: the final stage of his great plan. "So," he began casually: "ever thought about starting my third challenge?"

The question caught the former assassin off guard and turned his answer into a stutter: "Well, uhm, I... no, master, I have not considered it. I want to stay with you!"

"Well," Wukong continued as if he hadn't been planning the conversation for weeks: "I'm thinking about letting you go anyways."

Kennen's expression displayed honest shock: "Wh... what? But master, I do not want to!"

"No, we can't keep doing this forever. The rest of Valoran needs me, too. My people count on me after all, don't you forget that!" the monkey insisted mercilessly.

"No, please!" his pet cried out the words, clinging to him in a desperate hug: "Please do not leave me, please, please, please!"

Savouring this, his latest triumph, Wukong relaxed with a lazy smile: "The third challenge reads as follows," he purred: "Refuse my offer to set you free without even knowing you have been challenged. Well actually you didn't refuse my offer, you begged me not to do it - I think I'll be generous here, and let you pass anyways." The Monkey King clapped his hands a few times, his grin widening until it was dangerously close to gloating: "Congratulations. You're free to leave."

It was at those words that Kennen burst out crying. Wukong, returning the Yordle's ever tighter embrace, chuckled faintly at the display: "Now, now. Just because we're going back to Valoran doesn't mean that we must never see each other again! You can still be my pet, and I will still be your master."

The little creature stopped sobbing shortly after, looking up to him with shining eyes: "Really?"

"But of course!" for a change, the simian bore a truly caring smile on his features: "So, what do you say? How about we get out of here and have some more real fun?"

The prospect of being taken by his master again was all it took to convince Kennen to the fullest. "Yes!" he blurted out: "Yes! Yes! Yes, yes, yes!" He was bouncing on the monkey's cum-soaked lap in excitement.

Never in his life had a victory tasted so sweet. Wukong felt like celebrating, but millennia of time and a hundred thousand battles had taught him not to rejoice before all eventualities had been eliminated. Nevlamas! he called out in his mind, and to his surprise was answered immediately.

Yes? the Yordle Summoner replied, still more than just a bit tensed by the sound of it.

We are done here. Take us back to Valoran, will you? There was no verbal answer, but Wukong could feel a very familiar sensation stir all around him. Blue light suddenly washed over his surroundings, spreading like wildfire and dissolving all it touched into thin air. The Monkey King watched the world around him fade and then shut his eyes as the light came for him as well, embracing his step into emptiness.

--

The runic pillars slowly turned quiet again, sending a last few sparks of arcane energy into the darkness of the Summoning Chamber. Brenn Lightstorm, Demacian Summoner, carefully cut the last strings holding their artificial world in place and then withdrew quickly to avoid vanishing with it.

Now this had been quite the experience! He had known that monkeys generally were famed for their sexual appetite, and of course he understood that kings loved to dominate - but that a Monkey King would fulfil both parts of his title as commendably as Wukong had done...

"He's pretty ravenous, eh?" he asked, but received no answer. "Nevlamas?" He raised his gaze, searching for his friend, but all he found was a shade of purple somewhere near the exit, as the Yordle Summoner rushed out of the room.

--

Wukong stretched his arms, slowly getting used to his physical body again. A faint cracking sound accentuated his movement, as a few still petrified hairs in his fur broke under the pressure he applied. Still shaky on his legs, the monkey made a few steps to sit down on the bed, staring at the opposite wall while waiting for his powers to return.

His body had rested for only a short time, but his mind had been away for two weeks, and this made itself felt. He wasn't quite used to carry the weight of his armour anymore - or the weight of his flesh, for that matter - but he was confident that this wouldn't last. It never did.

What he didn't expect was to see the door being slammed open to make way for the three-feet-furball now dashing towards him. The little Yordle fell to his knees in front of Wukong, grabbing one of his boots and showering it with kisses. "Easy, Kennen," the monkey chuckled: "Just give me a little break, okay? I'm just not in form to fuck you properly right now."

"I have been waiting for weeks. I will not tarry a minute longer," the tiny rodent spurted out between his greedy worships. It was only then that Wukong noticed that the purple attire of his new admirer was not the robe of an assassin, but the one of a... Summoner.

"Nevlamas?" the dumbstruck monkey mumbled.

"Me," the mage replied, stopping his boot-licking assault for just long enough to take a quick look into his new master's eyes. "Kennen had his share of you. Oh, and how much did he have so! I have been watching you the entire time, unable to interact, denied the chance to offer myself to you, without any way of relief! Now it is my turn and I do deserve it!"

His hands had reached forward while he had been talking, lovingly stroking through Wukong's fur and still creeping upwards, beneath his iron kilt. The Monkey King inhaled sharply as he felt the familiar touch of Yordle hands through his trousers. His malehood, still uncomfortably erect from what had happened before, twitched at the feeling, greeting a new plaything.

But Nevlamas wasn't going to settle for a little foreplay. Finally letting go of his Champion's boots, he hastily and clumsily began to undress him so that he could finally share in his blessings.

Wukong could have easily helped the tiny Summoner and quickened the affair, but he found the entire situation much too amusing to disturb it. Two birds with one stone, he thought, smirking. In the meantime, Nevlamas had realized that pulling down the monkey's pants would be a lot easier without his shoes blocking the way, so now he was busy stripping them from his feet. Carelessly tossing them aside, the Yordle proceeded by unfastening the kilt and - with some effort - throwing it away too, his goal now finally within his reach.

Not patient enough to take any more actions, the little mage pulled down the monkey's trousers just far enough to let his object of desire burst free from its prison. He reached out and closed his hands around the throbbing cock of his master, then bowed forward and gave it a long, lascivious lick, savouring the taste, the smell, the feeling of the hot, jutting monkey meat he was pleasing.

"Delicious..." he mumbled deliriously, feelinh a wave of lust hit him. He threw himself onto Wukong's cock, forcing his muzzle to swallow much of the simian's way too large girth with a single thrust of his head.

The Monkey King hadn't expected his new toy to go down on him this quickly, so the sudden feeling of having his pole wrapped in Yordle flesh, with an inexperienced but willing tongue lapping over every inch it could reach hit him without warning. Clenching his teeth, he bucked into Nevlamas' maw, the same way he would have bred a female of his own kind.

The thrust proved to be by far too much for the little Summoner's already full muzzle. He gagged and tried to back away, but Wukong simply grabbed his head and held him in place, enjoying the convulsions of the chocking rodent wrapped around his cock, much as he had done with Kennen before.

And as if the thought had been a summoning spell, a number of things happened the moment after. The door creaked open once more, and another Yordle dressed in purple stepped in. He had been busy undressing himself, but at the sight in front of his eyes, he halted in shock. Another pet was kneeling between the legs of his master, sucking the cock that was rightfully his, while Wukong just sat there on the fringe of the bed, eyes closed and panting with pleasure! Furious at such brazen thievery, Kennen launched himself on the imposter with a high-pitched cry.

Nevlamas had been lost in the haze of his lust, where nothing had existed but simian flesh and simian musk. He wasn't aware of the situation until it literally punched him in the face. Kennen's impact carried the Summoner off his feet, forcing him to let go of Wukong's malehood. For a split second, Nevlamas reached out for it instinctively before his senses returned and he smashed into the ground, the clamouring assassin still clinging to his chest.

It took Wukong a while to get what was going on. Had is own pet really just disturbed him in the middle of a blowjob? "Hey!" he shouted at the writhing, yelling, kicking mass of brown and purple that was the two Yordles: "What do you think you're doing?"

Since they didn't seem to hear him, he got up after a while, groaning in annoyance. He watched the two fighters and bided his time, eventually snatching down onto them, fetching Kennen by the neck and easily lifting him off his opponent and into the air.

Face to face with his master, the assassin slumped down, suddenly awkwardly aware of hat he had done. "B...b... but I am yours," he whimpered.

The monkey bared his teeth in disapproval: "Yes, you are mine, and not the other way around! That means I can fuck whomever and whatever I damn well please, and you are not supposed to mess it up!" he lifted his pet further, until it seemed like he was going to bite his head off: "Do you get that?"

Kennen nodded vividly in fright, bouncing up and down in his master's grasp. Ignoring his fearful yelp, Wukong let go off him and turned back to the bed, having taken a seat again before his Yordle slut had recovered from the fall. "Good," the Monkey King declared, resolving the matter from his improvised throne: "Now that we straightened that out, why don't you show me your new team spirit? Since our spell-weaving friend here got interrupted, would you two be so kind and finish his work together?" His hands caressed his spit-covered malehood while he spoke, providing a view that was impossible to resist.

The two Yordles stared at the display in awe, hunger gleaming in their eyes. All of the sudden, their feud seemed trivial compared to the prospect of pleasing their master, their king.

Having steeled his body for countless years, Kennen was the first to get up by a long shot. Grinning in triumph, he lowered his muzzle onto Wukong's shaft, licking up his predecessor's saliva on the way. His happy slurping filled the room as he drank down the cocktail of precum and spittle.

The monkey huffed softly, his tail coming to life again. Though Kennen's mundane body had never been touched before, his mind didn't seem to have lost a bit of its skill. The little Yordle slut gobbled his member to the base, holding it there, allowing the slick, warm muscles of his throat to massage his master in all the ways he liked.

Speaking of massages: it was in that very moment that Wukong felt a pair of tiny hands sink down onto his shoulders. A heartbeat later, they began kneading his tensed flesh, quite skilfully forcing it to soften up to their touch. Those tiny fingers found every knot, relaxing muscles that hadn't been so in years. The Monkey King cooed in delight, not only thanks to Kennen's masterful sucking or the heavenly massage, but also because of the knowledge that his two pets had found a way to please him both while forgetting about their rivalry.

"It is good master, we will not fight over you any longer," Nevlamas murmured into his ear from behind, as if he had been reading his thoughts: "Unless of course, you wish us to do so."

"I think it's fine the way it is," Wukong mumbled in response. While the sensation of the Summoner's fingers skimming through his fur and skin travelled downwards, the monkey tried to hide how much those last words had aroused him. They would fight each other to the death for the right to be bred by him - such was his power!

His concentration was drawn away from the ordeal for a moment when his malehood received an especially pleasurable lick, coaxing a hoarse moan from his throat. Kennen then retreated, pulling himself off his master's rod and proceeding to lick all over his shaft and balls, coating them with liquid, relishing in their taste, their smell. He nuzzled into them, kissing the length of Wukong's cock, eventually sliding it back into his muzzle, sending sparks of quivering, lingering delight up the defenceless monkey's spine.

Wukong found those feelings amplified by the wandering hands of his other Yordle pet. Nevlamas had gotten hold of his swishing tail and - not aware of the effects of his action -begun massaging it the same way he had done it to his back or shoulders.

Having those tiny, fluffy digits stroke over his backbone with nothing but skin and fur in between was a feeling that rivalled any sexual act in both intensity and intimacy. His tail was turned into a twitching bundle of raw nerves by the touch of Nevlamas hands, perfectly merging with the tingling sensation of Kennen's own efforts.

"You're doing great, both of you," Wukong managed to moan: "I'll blow pretty soon if you go on like this." Judging by the reaction of his pets (there was none) they liked the idea, so he kept on going along with them, encouraging their efforts with gentle thrusts into Kennen's welcoming maw. A whispering voice from behind distracted him for a moment, until he realized that it was Nevlamas, who was humming faintly to accompany the magic his fingers were working.

Yet his ministrations paled compared to the heavenly havoc that Kennen was wreaking between his spread legs. Just then, when he had thought that his fuse couldn't burn any brighter, the tiny assassin played his last trick, forcing every last inch of his master's monkey meat into his muzzle, swallowing it down his throat until it wouldn't pass any further, stretching himself around the enormous malehood, moaned into it with all his fervour, eyes closing, hands shaking, tail quivering like the one of a cub finding a piece of candy, basking in his second deflowering.

There was no way Wukong could hold himself back now. He regretted that he was about to end their playtime so soon, but there was just too much in it. "Cumming...," he managed to groan through his clenched teeth, his last conscious action before the approaching wave of the most exquisite pleasures consumed him.

He was vaguely aware that Nevlamas let go of his tail after hearing those words, but was way too absorbed in his own matters to really care. His eyes shut tightly as he threw his head back, shrieking that shrill cry of hedonistic bliss that only a monkey could ever produce. The combined moans of his pets were drowned by his bellow as his twitching cock shot load after load of rich, hot, creamy seed right into Kennen's hungry maw - or at least that was what Wukong, knowing his pet, expected.

The fiery wave of his climax peaked and slowly dripped away with the last spurts of cum, leaving him panting, sweating and shaking. A mild smile crowned his lips, the simian king for once satisfied with lying back and relaxing in the afterglow of a successful breeding. He licked over his teeth, stretching his tired body before opening his eyes and slowly lifting himself up to behold the lovely sight between his legs.

Desperately craving to taste his beloved master's seed, Nevlamas had hastened to Kennen's side, pushing the assassin away, causing Wukong's member to slip free from his throat. As a result, the Monkey King's orgasm had showered them both in his cum, drenching them from head to toe. The two Yordles were left trying to lap up every drop they could get into their tiny muzzles, which quickly resulted in them licking each other clean.

Wukong stood up from the bed, slowly to avoid disturbing they show they were putting on. Soon enough, the two little creatures had embraced each other tightly. Their mouths met, sharing an intense kiss, their tongues twisting, dancing, basking in the taste of their master's essence. They ran their hands through each other's fur, their wagging squirrel tails telling of their enjoyment.

Accompanied by the wet noises of the two Yordle's union, Wukong hurried to put on his armour before his erection could return. He picked up his staff and made for the door, throwing one last glimpse back into the room before he left. The sight of his two pets making out filled him with a feeling of triumph and he grinned widely, for the first time in weeks feeling completely like himself again.

He closed the door quietly, leaving the two lovebirds inside to their own affairs.

..

You are worthless. The power of the blow made the two weapons quiver as Wukong blocked the ebony blade with his legendary staff, grinning ever wider as they met. Finally a challenge. You are pathetic. He deflected the strike to the side and countered with a swipe that aimed at his enemy's feet - too late did he remember that said enemy didn't have any. You are weak, you are helpless, you are all alone. Laughing at his own silliness, the Monkey King withdrew from the fight and brought some distance between himself and the monstrosity that stood against him.

Have you still not seen it, the voice in his head whispered, you are not fit to ever reach the top. As an answer, Wukong plunged his staff into the ground and jumped on it, using his new position to pry into the distance like a sailor in his lookout. "But Nocty," he chackered: "my place is at the top. Wouldn't it be a total nightmare if I didn't reach it?"

He jumped back down to the ground and pulled out his weapon. Spinning it slowly, he contemplated his next step and, being himself, he went for the one that sounded the most amusing.

Running his hands along the priceless artefact he bore, he murmured the words grow, grow, grow and it obliged, bent by the magic that Doran had bound into it so long ago. After only another second, it had increased its length tenfold, measuring more than fifty feet all of the sudden. Now was the time for the monkey's superhuman strength to shine, as he swung the giant club as if it was a needle, bringing it down upon Nocturne's form with a force that made the earth crack beneath it.

When the scenery was revealed behind the veils of dust his blow had stirred, nothing remained of the Eternal Nightmare but a few trails of dark smoke, which were quickly banished by the Rift's bright sun. Wukong chuckled smugly, and with a single movement he ordered his staff to return to its original size.

Killed by a single hit? What a boring enemy this one had turned out to be after all. Ready and eager for a new challenge, the Monkey King turned around and walked away, whistling as he did.

Big mistake. A wave of sudden, cold fear washed over him, paralyzing him with fright for a tiny moment. Nocturne didn't need any more.

The strike hit Wukong unprepared and straight in the back. The sound of steel clashing with solid stone echoed far and wide across the flattened road that had been his playground just a day before. It was accompanied by his anguished shriek as the flabbergasted monkey stumbled forwards, fighting to stay on his feet.

He won, if only barely, but turning around to his foe, he found his own movements sluggish and uncertain - he supposed that his backbone hadn't taken the blow quite as well as his rock hard skin. How interesting! Now he'd be competing with a handicap.

"Very good," he said, his smug little grin returning: "at least you're not as lame as I thought, Nocty. All the better, show me what you got!"

Nocturne, probably surprised by Wukong's reaction, stared at him for another second before doing just as he had been told. The twin blades growing from its arms flashed with un-light as they sliced through the air, making its utterly silent assault seem even more unreal. The Eternal Nightmare became a blur of black and crimson as it rained down blow upon blow on its mortal foe.

It was quick, but even in his wounded state Wukong still was quicker. He deflected every strike with ease, his staff dashing from side to side to catch what ever his opponent threw at him. In the middle of Nocturne's assault, the Monkey King couldn't help but giggle. That thing didn't stand a chance against him. Once he grew tired of mocking it, he would begin to strike back and then...

Light.

Brightness consumed them both, making Nocturne scream out in otherworldly torment. Wukong covered his eyes, grimacing at the sudden flare. Had Leona returned? She wasn't even taking part in this match! Then the light was followed by a rippling energy that made his fur stand on end, sending crackles from his head down to the tip of his tail. The sound of electricity hummed in his ears, and he knew who had joined the fray.

Kennen screamed his throat out, recklessly using his own body as an angle point for the storm he was riding. It was impossible to say where the assassin ended and the bolt of lightning around him began as he crushed into the Eternal Nightmare with blinding speed, flaring up even brighter until the skulking monstrosity was utterly eradicated, burned away by his touch - hopefully for real this time.

There was no dust to settle down after that, but light to fade away. It took a while until Wukong was able to see past the white patterns that had been burned into his retina. Somehow, the world seemed darker than before. A strangely unharmed Kennen stood before him, eyeing him beneath his mask with obvious worry. "Are you well?" he asked - and then, too faintly for anyone but the monkey to hear, he added a single, short, whispered word: master.

"Yup, thanks a lot," Wukong answered, idly toying with his staff. He stretched his back a little, wincing as his wounded spine was put under pressure: "your help wasn't actually needed, but you surely made the whole thing a lot easier." He smiled down at the little Champion and waited for him to leave, but when the Yordle just kept looking back at him, he frowned: "Is there something else?"

Kennen flinched and turned his head away, nervously rubbing his hands: "Well, I was... I was wondering if we could... you know, as a reward for my help, if we maybe..."

The Monkey King shook his head in disbelief. If anyone would ever find out what was going on between the two of them, they'd be completely busted - and Kennen was honestly asking him for a ride, in the middle of an official League battle, with ten Summoners and the whole damn world watching?

Why hadn't this been his idea? This was crazily dangerous; this would be so much fun!

"Oh well, why not?" Nevlamas, he called out in his mind, how about you and your friend arrange us a little time for ourselves?

This is insane and you are very well aware of it, the Yordle magician answered neutrally.

Wukong grinned. I wasn't asking you for your opinion. Just do it.

Very well then. I think we can give you a moment or two... master. Nevlamas fell silent for a moment, probably contemplating.

What is happening, he then shouted out, in a way that made clear that he was addressing his allied Summoners as well as his Champion, my connection wavers! I am losing sight, there is something... the little mage broke off in mid-sentence. When he continued, he was once more speaking to Wukong alone. I severed the link I share with them, and Brenn did the same, he explained calmly, they will assume that our summoning failed. No one can see you two now - but please make haste. Runes, they will flay me alive for this...

The Monkey King ignored his cowardly rambling. With all the bothersome details out of the way, he could finally focus on what was really important: his own pleasure. Looking around, he found a patch of high grass nearby, ideally suited for hiding them from curious eyes. He forged his way into the brush, using his staff to clear a path before him. Kennen followed him unasked, am almost goofy expression of happiness on his features.

"There," Wukong finally declared and stopped in his tracks. He cleared away the plants around them and created a flat space large enough for a comfortable breeding. Turning back to his pet, he found the little Yordle ready and eager: while his master had been busy with his own preparations, Kennen had stripped off his clothing and had gotten down on all fours, presenting himself. He swayed his backside from side to side slowly, his squirrel tail and his raging erection following every movement; he turned his head to lock back at Wukong, bearing a grin beneath his half-closed eyelids seductive enough to make a stone melt with desire.

It certainly worked on a stone monkey. The sight made Wukong's blood boil. He tore away his loin armour, all his mind focused on that one, furious craving. Kennen squealed in delight as he was grabbed and spread wide open, groaned in anticipation as he felt his master line up his member against him, gasped in breathless pleasure as he was penetrated in one, powerful thrust.

Their sweet little moans melted into each other to form the symphony that he so adored. Kennen felt alive. He was at his place, where he would always be. Wukong was his master, and he was his slut. He closed his eyes, a single tear rolling past his panting muzzle.

For once in his life of pain, death and shadow, the Heart of the Tempest felt simple joy.