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"You heard me. Hands off!" Shyvana jabbed her fist in Cho'Gath's direction. The molten glow of her hand within her gauntlet resembled the flames that burned at the back of a dragon's throat. Smoke even billowed out from under the 'teeth' of her glove. "That wench is mine!"

Cho'Gath squinted one eye, looking first to Katarina clutched like a doll within his talons, then to the woman approaching him. Such a tiny thing. He laughed at her boldness. "Hmm, no, I think not," he rumbled, once more adopting his gentlemanly demeanour. "You see, I've grown quite famished, and, well, a man has to eat you know. But if you'd like to join me for supper, I'm certain I could make room for you as well." The beast licked his chops, drool spilling down his chin.

Shyvana was not the slightest bit intimidated by his imposing bulk. The tail at the back of her helmet swung from side to side as she marched closer. Her fiery hands clenched into fists, she steadied herself into a fighting stance, looking to all the world like she was ready to beat the mountainous creature down with her bare hands. "I'm not making a request."

"And I'm not obeying any demands." Cho'Gath smirked. "So it would appear that we're at an impasse." He brought Katarina closer to his maw, his repugnant, slimy tongue coiling about her legs, bathing her in his drool. The woman cringed in disgust, writhing and struggling within his grasp. "So my dear, pray tell, just what do you plan to do about it?"

Shyvana grimaced, staring at the behemoth that loomed over her. This vile, repulsive creature that dared to stand between her and her prey... She had left the girl too soon to fully sate her needs, and after her encounter with that indigo-haired witch... Shyvana's fury was welling up inside. It fuelled her fire and drove her onwards. Fury at Katarina for stealing her dragon, fury at LeBlanc for deceiving her, fury at Cho'Gath for his disrespect. Shyvana's amber eyes took on a distinctly red glow. Her mind became clouded. Teeth elongated and sharpened, becoming a mouthful of fangs too great to be contained by human jaws. To her left, she stretched out her arm, the skin around her elbow growing to excess, becoming tough and leathery and unfurling like the membrane of a great wing. Cho'Gath arched a brow, curiousity overtaking him as her right arm followed, doing the same. Katarina gaped in awe, watching Shyvana's gauntlets melt into her fists, becoming a mighty set of razor sharp talons. The flames that surrounded and swirled around the half-dragon grew stronger, circling faster. They became a storm of fire that completely engulfed the woman until she disappeared from view entirely, only to burst upwards from the inferno like an erupting volcano. But what emerged from the blaze was something far larger, far greater than a mere human. It hovered in the sky for a brief moment, its magnificence on display for all.

A dragon.

Cho'Gath sneered. Not just any dragon, no. The same one that had ambushed them before. Now that he looked closer, it was all so clear. Even in this form, she was only half a dragon. Her wings were not separate limbs from her forelegs like a proper dragon, but fused together, the membrane stretching back from her thin, lanky forearms. In comparison, her legs were short and stumpy, in contrast with her now massive size, and unable to support her weight for long without leaning on her arms. The crimson plate armour that she had worn as a human now fused to her body, forming large, hard scales that protected her torso, neck, thighs, and her newly grown tail. The rest of her body was still scaled, but elsewhere those scales were thin and blue, vulnerable, like her human form's flesh. Her helmet was still intact, the magnificent horns jutting out to the sides and curled back, just as much a part of her body now as the rest of her armour, though the tail at the back of it had moved down her spinal column to where it rightfully belonged. Lastly, the woman's face had elongated and narrowed, becoming a fierce dragon's snout, pointed and almost beaklike at the nose.

And, of course, she was larger now. Bigger... but not big enough. Where her size had overwhelmed Cho'Gath before, now it was he who towered over her, even in this new form. She stood barely even two thirds his size. The beast smirked. "Well, THAT certainly is something."

The half-dragon's wings not quite sturdy enough to stay aloft longer than a few seconds, she came back to the earth with a booming crash, landing on all fours and roaring at Cho'Gath. She crawled towards him, hissing and snapping her jaws like some feral creature, but the terror of the void was not threatened.

Cho'Gath looked to Katarina once more, the object of the dragon's desire. The woman squirmed and kicked to no avail, simply outmatched in a conflict between titans. "Well," Cho rumbled, "what is it that you laymen say in a situation such as this? Ah, yes..." Opening wide, he hurled the struggling assassin to the back of his throat. She shrieked, bypassing his teeth entirely and rolling across his warbling tongue. He gulped once, his throat muscles contracting, squeezing, and dragging the poor girl down his gullet. With her out of the way, he turned to the stunned dragon, gesturing for her to come closer. "Come at me, bro!"

Loosing a bellowing roar of rage, Shyvana charged forward, a trail of fire blazing in her wake. With claws outstretched, she sprung forward, tackling the great beast. Bracing himself, Cho'Gath met her head on, skidding backwards as she impacted. Talons raked across the behemoth's chest, and he retaliated by clubbing the dragon in the side of the head with a massive, meaty fist.

Shyvana reeled, stumbling to the side, and Cho'Gath pressed his advantage, stepping forward and driving his fist into the back of her skull. The earth below them shook as the dragon was brought low. The demon stepped over her, salivating hungrily. Rivers of spit drizzling down his chin, splattering atop Shyvana's snout. Recoiling in disgust, she swung her tail in a wide arc, sweeping his legs out from under him. Again the ground rumbled as the titanic creature lost his footing.

Clambering back onto all fours, Shyvana lunged at him, swiping her claws upwards and clipping the monster's jaw. Cho'Gath yowled and she swung again, slashing his chest, and again and again. For such a large and clumsy looking creature, the dragon was remarkably swift, delivering a lightning-quick salvo of blows to the void terror. Blood gushed from his wounds, soaking the dragon's claws, but none were deep enough to do much more than aggravate the monstrosity. Sucking in a deep lungful of air, he screeched at her, the sheer force of his shrill sound waves pushing Shyvana away and bringing her to her knees, her lanky arms holding her ringing ears while she hissed in pain.

While she struggled to recover, Cho'Gath advanced once more. Though his fists were slower, his sheer size ensured that each blow struck with the force of a freight train. Striking her under the chin, Shyvana growled and reared upwards, where Cho'Gath's scythe blades were waiting to swing down. They cut deep gouges along the dragon's shoulders, and a follow-up punch stumbled her into the river.

"Good show, good show, but I'm afraid it will take more than that to best me!" Cho'Gath boomed. The river sloshed and churned as he walked through it, his size so great that his feet alone were not even completely submerged beneath the water's surface.

Shyvana wheezed and gasped, laid out on her belly. Smoke wafted from her nostrils as she pushed herself up, eyes alight with her rage. "I'm... just getting warmed up!" She inhaled deeply. Whirling around on the advancing fiend, she exhaled a gout of searing flame, so enormous that even Cho'Gath was engulfed, becoming a dark shadow amidst the flames.

Her breath exhausted, the fires dissipated, leaving the beast standing there looking little worse for wear. Steam rose from spots where his chitinous hide was singed. But atop his head, his regal top hat was completely cooked. A stiff breeze blew past and the hat crumbled to dust, drifting away with the wind. A few stray ashes hovered just before his eyes before blowing away, taunting him.

Cho'Gath roared.

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Katarina cringed, the squishy, slimy sides of Cho'Gath's esophagus bearing down on her on all sides. Truly, today was a contest to decide just what would be the most revolting moment of her life.

Unable to chew her up, her supposed 'ally' had opted to just swallow her whole. Now she struggled and fought against the muscles of his throat as they dragged her down further with every contraction. With virtually no light to penetrate this far down, she was stranded in the darkness, crushed between wet walls of tissue and muscle. She wouldn't even be able to tell which direction was up and which was down if it wasn't for the occasional constriction of the tunnel she was in pushing her downwards, accompanied by the most disgusting schloorp she'd ever heard.

It certainly didn't help matters that every so often her slick prison would shake violently. Just what the hell was going on out there?

Digging her fingers into the soft, spongy walls, Katarina tried to find purchase, but mucus and slime greased her digits. It made it virtually impossible to grab hold of anything. In desperation, she stretched herself out as far as possible. Planting her boots into one wall, she pushed her shoulders back into the other, trying to wedge herself in the monster's throat. If she was lucky, maybe he'd choke on her.

It seemed to work. The next contraction came, and Katarina braced herself. Her legs pushed with all of her might, her teeth gritting, refusing to budge. The wet walls tried to press inwards, to pull her down, but she resisted, pushing back and grunting from the strain. Then, suddenly it was over. The muscle spasm passed, and she remained where she was. Breathing a deep sigh of relief, she relaxed as best she could, knowing she'd need her strength to fight off the next one.

A niggling pain in her heel draw her attention to her feet. Fucking hell, what now? It figured, her last article of clothing were her boots, so of course she'd get something stuck in them. Probably a twig or a sharp stone scraping away at her ankle. The nagging, stinging sensation seemed present in both feet, oddly enough.

Curling her lips into a scowl, Katarina jabbed her elbow into Cho'Gath's esophagus to brace herself before reaching for her boots with the other hand. Whatever it was stuck in there, it was driving her absolutely mental. She felt damp leather beneath her trembling fingers, so close now... She started to slip her hand within the heel and...

Another contraction rippled throughout her esophageal prison cell. Unprepared for the sudden constriction, she was unable to fight it off as the squishy barriers closed in on her, squeezing her into a ball and forcing her deeper down the monster's gullet.

Shit! Katarina cursed herself for losing focus. Now she was right back where she started. Worse even, because now she was being squeezed so tightly she couldn't even stretch herself out to try and get lodged in place.

Spit and phlegm soaked her skin, rolling off of her and dripping down the tube below, making Katarina wince in discomfort. Assuming she even managed to get out of this alive, she was going to need yet another bath to get this rancid stink off of her.

The world around her shook once more. Another contraction soon followed and sent her tumbling downwards, spinning head over heels. Between the bouts of spinning and falling, the violent quaking, the disgusting slime, and the terrible smell, it was a struggle for her not to retch and vomit. Still, she maintained her composure as well as she could. If she started to hurl now, she knew she wouldn't be able to stop. Besides, it wasn't like she had much in her stomach to lose aside from maybe a load of cum or two.

The walls retracted, loosening their hold. Katarina fell another few feet, and then they constricted again. She scowled. Had to be getting close now. She couldn't let herself reach the beast's stomach. Nevermind that she had no way of knowing whether or not Kayle's spell would protect her from whatever horrendous digestive juices lurked in that pit, she had an altogether greater worry in mind. Even if she was protected, once she went that far, the only way out would be... Katarina shuddered. She wouldn't even consider that. That was one indignity too far, she'd kill herself first if she had to.

Slipping and sliding down the creature's throat, Katarina slowly twisted and turned her greased up body. She had to get herself into position, needed to be ready, she might only get one more shot to...

Cho'Gath's esophagus pushed her down once more, and Katarina was startled as light suddenly illuminated her surroundings.

Shit shit shit! Katarina screamed in her head. She was at the bottom too soon! In desperation, she kicked with both legs, one back, one forward and barely manage to prop herself between them. The soles of her boots dug into Cho'Gath's squishy internal walls, keeping her suspended for now. Her hamstrings were killing her, and her legs trembled from the stress of holding her legs parallel. It was times like this the noxian was grateful to be so flexible, but it would be meaningless if she didn't find a solution, and fast.

She looked around, giving her eyes a second to adjust to the dim light. Wondering what the source was, she found it glancing downwards. An ornate, golden staff floating in a pool of stomach acid, slowly being dissolved. A series of crystals, magically suspended at the head of the scepter, were emitting a faint, violet light. Funny, the weapon looked just like LeBlanc's...

Too short on time to ruminate on the staff's origins, the noxian peered about. There was nothing else of value she could see amidst the refuse littering Cho'Gath's stomach, and the light didn't reach more than a foot above her head. Not that she expected to see anything if it did. She was inside the belly of a beast, it's not like there would be handholds to climb back up.

Again, she felt that nagging pain in her heel and looked to her front facing foot. With the illumination's aid, she spotted the slightest glimmer jutting up from her boot, a shining gold that gleamed with all of the saliva she was coated with.

The woman gasped in surprise... And nearly fell into the pit as the stench of Cho'Gath's bile struck her senses. She coughed and heaved, her legs quivering as she barely maintained the energy to hold them steady.

Sticking out from her boot was another sharpened blade, one of the ones she'd swiped from Orianna's immobile form. Katarina felt like an idiot for forgetting. It's not like she didn't usually keep spare weapons there anyways. Bound as she'd been by LeBlanc, they had been useless to her, and amid the trauma of dealing with the two angel sisters, she'd simply forgotten about them.

Holding her breath to avoid inhaling any more of the noxious fumes, she stretched forward, reaching for that sharp, golden blade. Trembling fingers gingerly pinched the very tip of it, and drew it from her boot.

The assassin gazed upwards again, makeshift dagger in hand. Maybe there were no handholds inside the belly of this beast, but that didn't mean she couldn't make some.

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"You wish the world you know to end!" Cho'Gath shrieked as he charged. He crashed into Shyvana with all of his mass, shoving the dragon off-kilter. Hammer-like fists came down upon her skull, his sharp shoulder blades following and scraping deep gouges through her plated scales. His attacks were relentless, heavy, punishing blows raining down upon her alongside swift swipes from his blades.

Shyvana hissed and swung back, returning each and every strike with a swipe from her talons. They raked over his hide, tearing chunks of chitin from his torso and leaving bloody furrows in the side of his face. Still the monster did not reel, did not pause his assault, bullying the dragon around with his superior size and strength. She stumbled backwards from every hit, trees groaning and splintering in her path her as he forced her into the forest, pummeling her relentlessly.

Growling with rage fuelled by pain, Shyvana grasped at one of the demon's forward-facing horns, seeking leverage of any kind over the void terror. She pulled and twisted, trying to throw him off balance. Instead of resisting, Cho'Gath lunged into her, using her own momentum against her and headbutting her. An enormous crack rang in both their ears. Shyvana reeled in shock and pain. Swiping his head to the side, Cho'Gath cut her cheek with the tip of a horn, bellowing in triumph as she fell backwards, more lumber falling around her.

As she climbed back to her feet, Cho'Gath reached for her horns to show her how it was done. Overpowering her, he twisted her head to the side and charged through the woods, dragging her along for the ride. Using her skull for a battering ram, he plowed through every tree in his path, oaks cracking and collapsing before them. Reaching the end of his route, he stopped abruptly and released the dragon, letting her fly through the air without him, only to then crash into the dirt.

"You are weak! I'll wager your meat is very tender..." Cho'Gath licked his lips, an endless flood of drool spilling down his chin. "I shall enjoy gnawing it from your bones!

Weakly, Shyvana rose once more to her feet, narrow eyes glaring at the approaching Cho. Her tail curled around the base of a fallen tree, coiling around it and squeezing so tightly the wood creaked and splintered. "I... I'm not finished yet..." She wheezed, puffs of smoke escaping with each breath. Opening wide, she exhaled another torrent of flame, engulfing Cho'Gath's head.

The beast shielded himself with his arms to protect his face, turning away from her and the searing heat until the flames passed. "Again? That didn't do you any good last ti-"

Shyvana swung her tail overhead, clubbing Cho'Gath with the tree as he turned to face her. Too stunned to react, it was Shyvana's turn to press forward, backhanding him across the face. Swinging with both lanky arms at once, she embedded her claws deep in his exoskeleton, aiming for the places where the fire had charred and weakened his resilient hide. Tempered by flame, her talons cut through him like butter, blood splashing from his wounds.

"Still think me weak!?" Shyvana screamed, butting her head into his stomach.

Cho'Gath stepped back, wiping a mouthful of blood and spit from his chin with the back of an arm. "Oh dear, you've got me on the ropes now. Just look at me, I'm trembling." He grinned.

Shyvana cocked a brow. Snorting derisively, smoke blew from her nostrils. What was he smirking about? She could see his leg quivering, the beast's foot tapping the ground, slamming it with such vigor and force that the very earth beneath them began to quake. No, not them, just her...

Damnit! Shyvana cursed and scrambled to get away, but she was too slow to react. The ground ruptured at her feet, jagged mounds of rock jutting upwards and launching her into the air. Flailing her arms, she flapped her vestigial wings to right herself in mid-air, clumsily trying to fly.

Cho'Gath wouldn't give her the opportunity to. He stepped closer and reached for her tail, gargantuan talons closing around it. With a mighty roar, he pulled her down, slamming her to the ground with a great boom. Cracking her tail like a whip, he lifted the dragon above his head and brought her down again on the other side, the world shaking from the force of impact. With teeth grit, he pulled hard and whirled around, swinging her around by her tail.

Shyvana howled. It felt as though her spine was being ripped out of her as he swung her about. Building momentum as he rotated on his heels, spinning her faster and faster until finally he let go, hurling her off into the distance. The dragon roared as she was sent sailing, agony consuming her as she shattered trees on impact and just kept going through them.

Cho'Gath watched until she disappeared from sight, obscured by the wreckage of fallen foliage. Chittering eagerly, his scythe-appendages were brought to bear, the sharp spines aimed in Shyvana's direction. There was a sickening crack, the crunch of parts dislocating as he readied his onslaught. His extra limbs suddenly surged forth, the bladed tips breaking loose as they were thrown like spears. As quickly as they broke loose, new spikes grew to replace them, bursting from his thin, wiry appendages. Rearing back, they thrust and threw their spines again, and again, and again. Cho'Gath's alien physiology produced a seemingly endless barrage of vorpal spikes, machine-gunning the fallen dragon with them.

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Shyvana growled, hefting a fallen log off of her and rolling onto her side. Every inch of her blue hide ached fiercely. Those sections shielded by scarlet fared somewhat better, though her scales were cracked in places and her sore muscles begged for rest. Digging her knuckles into the dirt, she lifted herself up and paused to catch her breath. Each lungful of air stoked the furnace blazing in her core.

She would not be felled by some ravenous monster. Not after everything she had fought for, everyone that had sacrificed...

Father...

Shyvana's eyes glazed over, recalling her father. As powerful a dragon as there ever was. His life taken by his own kind as he fought to spare Shyvana's life, to defend her from the ravenous beasts that would slaughter her for merely existing, an abomination in their eyes. She recalled the young heir to the Demacian throne who had shown compassion, aiding her in taking vengeance upon those who took from her the only family she had ever known. And she recalled the rage, the unbridled fury that had manifested in her then. It burned inside her, giving her strength, consuming her thoughts. She vowed; no one would ever take anything from her again.

Her anger burning hot once more, Shyvana reared up on her hind legs, wings outstretched, and loosed a challenging roar. If her fury would not be sated with sex, then it would be quenched by violence!

A piercing whistling noise drew Shyvana's attention back to the battle at hand. She narrowed her eyes, gazing in the direction Cho'Gath still lay. The whistling grew louder as the source approached. A barrage of chitinous spears burst forth from the dense foliage before her. The dragon's surprised eyes grew wide as they pierced her armour and skewered her legs. Her wing membranes were torn to shreds in an instant by the rapid onslaught tearing through them.

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Cho'Gath cupped a set of talons to one ear, listening intently. Far off in the distance, he heard the dragon's anguished cries. Her agonized roar echoed throughout the forest, shattering the eerie stillness that had been brought on by their battle, no creature for miles wanting to get anywhere near either of them. It brought a delightful smile to his hideous face. Truly, did a more delightful sound exist in this wretched world? He'd be hard pressed to believe it.

The monster chuckled loudly as he made his way towards those cries of pain, interrupting himself suddenly to cough. Clearing his windpipe, he rubbed at his neck gingerly with one talon, feeling the first hints of a sore throat coming on. He really needed to lay off the scrap metal.

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Sqwiiillllllch.

Katarina's knife sunk deep into soft tissue, blood spurting from the wound and dousing her in red. Jiggling it around, she made sure the blade was sturdy before she put any weight on it, jostling it until she was certain it wouldn't slip. Once she was sure it would hold, she pulled herself up by her grip on the handle, stabbing a second knife in higher up and repeating the process.

The spongy, wet walls still closed around her, squeezing tight, trying to swallow her back down. Each time she felt the muscles around her constrict, she held on as tight as she could, waiting for it to pass. The surface undulated against her bare flesh, pressing in and pushing downwards, but she held tight to her daggers, the blades embedded deep and refusing to budge. Once the walls ceased contracting for the time being, she pushed onwards, climbing higher up the fleshy cliff side.

Cho'Gath's blood showered her each time she pierced the inner lining of his esophagus. Each cut seemed to spill a gallon of crimson life fluid, yet the creature never seemed to react with any great degree of pain. What was a large gash to her likely wasn't even large enough to qualify as a pinprick to him. All the better for her, as it left him unaware of her escape attempt.

Besides, for a change, this was one bodily fluid Katarina didn't mind bathing in. The deep, dark red splattered her skin, painting her nude body the same colour as her hair. This was at least familiar to her. She was trained to fight, trained to kill. Being soaked in the life essence of her enemies was nothing new to her, even if she'd never experienced it quite this way before. It slicked the handles of her weapons, making it difficult to hang on, but she kept a death grip on the knives. She'd be cold and dead before anyone or anything pried these daggers from her bloody grasp. Katarina was done with being disarmed.

The walls were another story. Squishy and soft, the blades cut through them easily, and their slick texture made it difficult to stay firm against. She had to pierce them at just the right angle for the blades to stay embedded, lest they tear through the muscle tissue like paper. One blade not tested thoroughly enough, when she braced herself for the next attempt to swallow she suddenly found herself skidding downwards. The constricting tube shoved her back down, her knives slicing through the esophagus's lining and showering her with enough blood to drown in. Thankfully, she'd grown accustomed to holding her breath so as not to be overpowered by the stink.

Dismayed, she recommenced her climb to the top. If anything, it was even more slippery now, and more difficult to find a good place to pierce the walls where she hadn't already shredded them into meat. Still, she made do, ensuring she tested her grip more thoroughly each time before continuing.

Her ascent was slow and laborious. Her arms ached, her muscles more sore than she could ever remember being in her entire life. She was wet and greasy, barely able to breathe. Occasionally, the walls would still rumble from the conflict outside, and Katarina was left with no choice but to hang on and wonder what fresh hell was this. But she continued, unrelenting, determined that if she was to die, she'd spill as much blood as possible on the way out.

Eventually, the texture beneath her body changed. The slickened, greased up walls gave way to a grittier, though still altogether too wet texture. Beneath her, the surface started to move more frequently, but the walls no longer closed in. Instead it shook and swayed violently, expanding and contracting. At one point smashing her against the other side, which had become less pliant and soft.

From above, she occasionally glimpsed brief moments of illumination, the shadows of great, pointed mountains being cast in her way, and she realized just how far she had climbed. She was at the back of the throat now, and the undulating surface below her was no longer the inside of his neck, but Cho'Gath's thrashing, flapping tongue.

If Katarina had believed the hard part was over, she was quickly disabused of that notion. The top was so close she could see it, but the monster's tongue was more wild, more violent than the throat had been. It thrashed her about, slamming her into internal walls and bouncing her up and down. Her daggers became even more difficult to grip, and keeping them embedded in any one place for long was impossible, forcing her to quickly adjust on the fly. But she was so close now, and the nearness of her objective gave her strength. With only a little bit left to go, she continued her ascent.

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Shyvana's massive chest heaved, her breaths coming in short, shallow gasps. The pain was intense, greater than she had felt in a long, long time. Spears jutted out from her all over, trickles of blood seeping from the barbed intrusions. Laying flat on her back, she reached for one particularly nasty spike embedded in her abdomen, and with a mighty roar she yanked it out, her body wracked by fresh pain.

Slowly, she shifted to her side, forcing herself to get up, to stand. She felt the earth rumble beneath her, the very land groaning in pain with each heavy footstep Cho'Gath took upon it. The trembling was getting worse, and the dragon knew he was almost upon her. She had to get up!

Then, suddenly, the shaking stopped. Shyvana was momentarily perplexed, her breath coming in rasps. Reptilian eyes widening, she hissed and threw herself to the side hard, rolling out of the way just in the nick of time.

Cho'Gath crashed down atop the earth where she had laid not even seconds before. Both feet stomped upon the land with enough force to have crushed the dragon had she still been there. Shyvana growled, struggling to stay steady on her feet. Her wounds made her woozy, and the earth just kept quaking, long after Cho'Gath had impacted.

Oh no...

Once again, Shyvana's was too slow to realize Cho'Gath's ploy. The ground exploded beneath her, propelling her into the sky. This time though, Shyvana was ready for him. Or so she thought. She somersaulted in mid-air, took a deep breath, and exhaled a cone of flame at him before he could go for her tail.

The monster was not so foolish as to pull the exact same trick twice however. Inhaling himself, he unleashed a feral scream up at Shyvana with such force, the sonic waves dissipated her fire and knocked the wind from her lungs.

Within the back of his throat, Katarina let out a scream of her own, though the sound was entirely muted by his. As close as could be to Cho'Gath's larynx, the sound was truly deafening. The vibrations from it shook her to her core and for a brief moment she lost hold of one of her knives. Holding steady to the other, she was bounced and jostled by his tongue, fingers scrabbling to catch her handhold as it bobbed just beyond her reach.

Cho'Gath coughed and hacked, rolling his tongue along his uvula. Strange, it felt like he had something caught at the back of his throat. Had a bit of funny aftertaste too. He beat a fist to his chest, stomping a foot while he tried to clear the obstruction. The violent expulsion of air and body-rocking vibrations of his coughing propelled Katarina further, just narrowly managing to seize her weapon as she was sent rolling along Cho'Gath's tongue, surprising him when he suddenly coughed a young woman back up into his maw.

Taking an opportunity when she saw one, Shyvana charged on all fours, practically dragging herself on her forelegs to propel herself quicker. She weaved left and right, avoiding the quakes and erupting stalagmites that accompanied Cho's stomping, expertly dodging each. With claws outstretched, she leaped forward, ready to tear into the monster.

Cho'Gath's reactions were quick, belying his incredible size. Shyvana's arms were long, but his were longer, and he seized her by the throat mid-leap. Squeezing her neck, he put pressure on the dragon's windpipe, watching her struggle and claw futilely at his arms. It was time to put an end to this farce. With an all-too-eager grin, he leaned in as close as possible, to stare right into Shyvana's amber eyes as he choked the life out of her.

The dragon kicked fruitlessly with her short legs, digging her talons into his wrist, but to no avail. He was bigger, he was stronger. She'd failed to dodge his blows too many times. Peering into his battle-scarred visage through a cracked eye, she snarled fiercely, bitterly contesting her end. Then, her eyes opened as large as saucers, staring jaw-agape in surprise. There, atop Cho'Gath's slime slicked tongue, Katarina was down on one knee. One hand pressed against the roof of Cho's mouth, holding it and herself steady, while the other held a gleaming, golden spike.

Katarina stared right back at her, her expertly trained mind analyzing the situation. More than that, she was reading every contour of Shyvana's snout, the geometry of her face. Sex was the art that her sister was trained in, Katarina's art was violence. Driven by bloodlust and no longer hindered by fear, it was finally time to show just what she could do with a knife.

Pinching the blood-soaked handle between her fingers, Katarina threw the blade at Shyvana. It twirled through the air, striking her in the forehead at the exact angle to reflect it upwards, with the exact amount of force needed to send the bouncing blade right between Cho'Gath's eyes. Both titans reeled, more from surprise than pain, their stunned heads tilting back. Knees coiled, Katarina used Cho'Gath's tongue for a springboard, launching herself high up into the air.

Freedom! At last! She twisted and spun in the air, her hair flowing around her in a spiral. The monster looked upon her, startled and bewildered as she descended, planting her boots into his face. Crouching to rip her dagger from where it lay embedded in his flesh, she deftly slashed across his left eye. Now it was pain that made him recoil, and she was quick to spring backwards, avoiding his talons as he shrieked and reached for his bloody eye.

Shyvana wrinkled her nose as Katarina landed on it, kicking the dragon in the snout. Uncertain if the woman's focus was on Cho'Gath alone, she hesitated a moment. It was a decision she quickly regretted as the assassin spun around, arms outstretched with a dagger in each, and took off the tip of a horn.

The dragon roared in fresh pain. It was just the tiniest chunk that was lost, but plate and bone had shattered to do so. Fury building anew, she threw back her head to shake the woman off and breathed out a stream of fire that would engulf both her and Cho'Gath alike.

The flames never so much as licked at Katarina's boots. She vanished in the blink of an eye, using the same shunpo technique that had so depressingly failed to secure her escape from Shyvana in their first encounter. The dragon was left staring in confusion at her disappearance, wondering if she'd been reduced entirely to ash.

Katarina reappeared behind Cho'Gath, swinging from one of his scythe-arms and using his massive bulk to shield herself from the fire. Holding on with one hand, she idly fingered Shyvana's severed horn with the other. Small, pointed, sharp... Dagger-like. Along with Orianna's spikes, she counted five. Not enough.

"The darkness will take you!" Cho'Gath screeched, flailing his limbs wildly. Reaching over his shoulder, his claws grasped at the air, snapping just shy of Katarina. He shook and swayed clumsily, trying to manoeuvre her within range of his talons.

Katarina swung from his extra limb like a trapeze. Launching herself over his arm, she slashed downwards as she passed it by. Her blade cut through his hard carapace, pieces of it fracturing and breaking off. Snagging a few as she fell, Katarina thumbed them, feeling for fragments with razor sharp edges...

"Gwwooaarrr!" Cho'Gath spun and swung wildly, but Katarina was already gone, vanishing once more with a metallic 'shing'.

The instant his back was turned, Shyvana was atop him, hissing furiously and digging her claws into his shoulders. The girl was weak, irrelevant, the dragon knew this first hand. But, if she could distract this slavering beast for her, perhaps she had SOME use.

Cho'Gath stumbled about blindly, his shoulder-blades swinging, trying to catch the dragon and tear her off. She clung tightly to his back though and refused to be dislodged, swinging her head from side to side to avoid being clipped by Cho's scythes. Gathering fire in her maw, she blew against his collarbone, cooking his carapace while he bellowed with rage. Once his flesh was charred and blackened, she snapped her jaws and dug her fangs in deep, tearing at the burn and rending the flesh within.

Amidst the chaos, Shyvana didn't notice that it was her back to which Katarina now clung. Letting the two giants fight amongst themselves for a few minutes, she scaled the ridges of Shyvana's back-plate, climbing to where one of Cho'Gath's spikes was embedded, just behind her right shoulder. Bracing herself against the dragon's arched spine, she kicked at the thin, bony lance again and again, until it splintered and snapped, leaving just the end of it still buried in the dragon's shoulder. Dipping down, Katarina gripped what little of it remained and pulled. Her hands submerged in Shyvana's steaming blood, she twisted and wrenched the spine's tip out of her body, making no effort to make the process any less painful. The dragon's surprised cries were music to her ears.

Katarina counted the items she'd gathered thus far. Eleven. Still not enough. Clutching the sharp spike she'd just taken with both hands, she plunged it right back into the dragon's hide, until Shyvana screeched in agony. Ignoring that wonderful song of pain, she twisted and pulled, using the sharp tool like a lever to crack and pry off some of the dragon's strong, sturdy scales. She made sure to splinter them at sharp angles too, grinning maliciously the whole time.

Fiery pain lanced throughout Shyvana's right arm as Kat hacked up her shoulder blade. It weakened her grip enough that Cho'Gath was able to throw her off at last. He spun to face them as she reached for her wound, talons narrowly missing the nimble woman as she leapt out of the way. Bringing his scythe-arms to bear, the monster fired two long spears at her, one after another. With little time to react and one arm numb from pain, the dragon only barely had time to stop the first one, bashing it aside with her good arm and consigning herself to a hit from the other.

It was to her surprise then when Katarina vaulted off of her shoulder, frontflipped, twisted her hips mid-leap and kicking the spike dead in the center of the shaft. It shattered from the impact, the different pieces veering off course and scattering harmlessly around.

What the hell is this woman doing? The dragon was left to ponder that thought while Katarina scurried about, picking up the broken pieces while avoiding being crushed underfoot by the two colossi. Shyvana was unable to contemplate the erratic assassin for long though, as the rumbling of the earth soon drew her attention back to Cho'Gath.

He charged straight at her, latching onto her horns and dragging her forward. Maw open and salivating, he pulled her closer. "I wonder, does dragon meat come pre-cooked?" He laughed, snapping his jaws in her face hungrily.

"I am not..." Shyvana gasped, her voice loud and possessing a hissing, raspy reverberation to it. Twisting her head and fighting back against Cho's grip, she swung at him with her good arm, smashing her forepaw right into his jaw, roaring as she did it. "...your meal!" There was a sickening crunch that accompanied the blow, several of the demon's teeth shattering from the impact. In retaliation, he took Shyvana's paw in his, twisting and crushing until her massive nails snapped. And Katarina was there to collect the detritus while both creatures howled in pain, adding teeth and claws to her growing collection.

"Everything is my meal! This world exists only to feed the void!" Cho'Gath barked, bringing one of his scythes down to pierce the dragon's chest. To his surprise, it struck her breasplate and barely scratched the scales he had easily pierced before. "Wha-?" Bringing the end of his limb up for closer examination, he gaped in awe at the end of it, broken and blunted. "What?!" Turning his head, he quickly found Katarina hanging from the other appendage, using a dagger to hack off the sharpened end of it. "What are you doing you insignificant little appetizer?!" Giving his limbs a shake, he threw the girl off, ejecting the spikes to regrow new ones in their place. "I have had entirely enough of you!" He bellowed, moving to step on top of her, only for her to grin and vanish once more. "Rrraaaaaaghh!"

Thirty. She had thirty of them now. She preferred to have more, but times were desperate and these would have to do. Katarina dearly wished she still had her clothes, or at the very least her belts and holsters. As it was, she was left awkwardly trying to carry an armful of very sharp objects while also trying to avoid the rampaging behemoth above. Fortunately, his very size made her teleportation technique all the more effective, as he was too clumsy and slow to turn around each time she flash stepped behind him.

"Hold still! Stop moving, damn you!" Cho'Gath raged, trying to track the tiny woman's movements. It was like trying to keep a jumpy little cricket in sight at all times.

Springing into the air just as Cho'Gath nearly stomped on her, Katarina disappeared yet again, using shunpo to warp up and behind him. Grabbing a shoulder limb with one hand, she swung herself up even higher, landing crouched upon one of his horns. Bellowing, he reached a talon for her, but she simply leapt to the back of his hand and backflipped off of it, landing atop his wide forehead with legs coiled.

Shyvana watched the woman's actions with a mixture of curiousity, amazement, and a little bit of arousal. Perhaps she had underestimated the human. The way she so deftly made a fool of Cho'Gath, the way she showed no fear in the face of such an overwhelming foe, the way she shed blood with such a manic grin on her face... Her movements were so smooth and flawless, red hair flowing in her wake... Her every curve bared for the world to see, breasts bouncing unconstrained yet never interfering with her flexibility as she evaded clumsy swipes and made her way higher...

Fuck, she was hot. Shyvana found herself baring fangs, her dragon's snout not as conducive to chewing her bottom lip.

Cho'Gath was not so amused. He threw back his head, hoping to drop the pesky irritant into his waiting maw. Instead, the noxian jumped one more time, adding the velocity of his movement to her own in order to launch herself as high as she could. Just before reaching the apex of her leap, she threw her arms up, scattering every blade she'd collected into the air above her head. Katarina turned to face the two warring titans below, both of them staring right back at her. Mentally, she started marking targets.

Every wound they had inflicted upon each other, every vulnerable joint, every vital organ...

For a brief moment it was as though the assassin was floating in the air, her upwards trajectory reaching its end but gravity not yet taking hold. The weapons she'd thrown started to descend first, coming back to Katarina one by one.

Every line, every angle, every trajectory she needed to hit...

Slowly, Katarina closed her eyes and started to spin. Twisting her hips and swinging her arms around, she rotated faster and faster as her descent began. Her crimson hair billowed and swirled around her, spiralling outwards as she twisted and twirled, moving faster and faster until she became a blur. Her form hazy from such hectic motion, she almost resembled a flower. A beautiful lotus of death.

The first dagger came within reach and without even looking she snapped it up between two fingers, whirled around, and threw it with every ounce of strength she had. The rapid rotation of her body sped the entire motion up, adding momentum to the blade, letting it sail faster and hit harder. Then the second blade came within reach, then the third, and the fourth...

Taking in a deep lungful of air, Cho'Gath glared at the woman fiercely. Such foolishness! He would show her the futility of her efforts, blasting her and her petty, tiny weapons from the sky with a mere scream. He threw back his head and opened wide.

There was no shriek that came, no explosive burst of sonic waves. Only a sick gurgling noise as blood pooled in his throat. His eyes darted downwards, staring in horror at Shyvana, the dragon's talons lodged in his exposed neck.

"Your voice..." Shyvana rasped, wheezing from the toll the battle had taken on her. "...is fucking annoying." Roaring with every ounce of strength she still possessed, she ripped and tore through his jugular, shredding him open from his chin to his ribs.

Then the blades were upon them. In a matter of seconds, Katarina rained down every knife, every fang, every talon and sharp scale she'd could find. They sliced through flesh and cut through carapace. They reflected off of armoured plate, bouncing at near impossible angles to embed themselves in eyes and open wounds. A tempest of serrated edges that sliced through muscle and tore through joints, clinking and clattering as every single one found its mark within either the dragon or the demon.

As quickly as it began, the storm ended. Katarina's rotation slowed to a halt as she fell, reorienting herself to land deftly on her feet. First skidding, then rolling through the dirt, she came to a stop finally, laying flat on her back and staring into the sky. That was it. That was her best, the most she could do.

Cho'Gath was still standing. Nearly two dozen blades were buried in his flesh, having absorbed the main brunt of Katarina's assault. One eye was squeezed shut, a dagger jutting between his eyelids, while blood trickled from the other like tears. Rivers of red flowed down his chest. One arm hung limply at his side, a knife sticking out from every joint. Still, he stood, he breathed, his neck making wet gurgling sounds when he did.

Katarina just stared up at him in despair. "Just... How?"

"Why, one can survive anything these days..." He rumbled weakly. He took a lumbering step towards the prone assassin, dragging his other foot stiffly behind him. "...except death of course..." Wheezing his last breath, the monstrosity's legs gave out from underneath him. Rolling to her side quickly, Katarina leapt to her feet and dashed away, running for safety as the behemoth came down with a mighty crash. There he lay, silent and motionless. He did not breathe as the light died in his bloody eyes.

For several long moments, Katarina stood staring at the beast, as if expecting him to rise up again any moment. She was panting heavily, sweat clinging to her skin and adding to the various other bodily fluids she was slicked in. When at last she was confident Cho'Gath was well and truly dead, she finally allowed herself to breathe a sigh of relief.

Now, all she had to do was worry about...

A sudden, massive fist smashed down upon her, and Katarina's vision went dark.

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"Where's Tristana? I figured she'd be here by now." Morgana sighed, resting her irritated face in one hand, her other arm folded under her chest.

"I don't know, but we can't wait for her forever. We must end this soon." Kayle pulled her sword from the ground as a line of allied minions came marching by, turning to face the obstacle in their path.

They stood before the very gates of their enemies' fortress. High walls stretched to the north and the east, and where the walls would have met, instead lay a ramp leading into the base itself, and protected by an enormous stone statue. It's eyes glowed fiercely with a violet light, betraying the magical power it contained. Power it demonstrated upon the advancing minions, devastating their line with blasts of arcane energy.

Still, the minions marched onwards, unconcerned for their own lives as they swarmed around the base of the stone turret, attacking with their puny armaments. Though weak, the little creatures served as an efficient diversion. The arcane golem took aim at the first thing that came within range, mowing down one target at a time. Its puny intelligence was unable to prioritize targets by the level of threat posed. As such, it was a simple matter for the two angels to slip in behind the diminutive creatures and add their much greater offensive power to the assault. Morgana channeled streams of dark energy at the stone construct, while Kayle hacked away at it with her broadsword, tearing huge chunks of rock and marble from it with every swing.

Both angels' long ears suddenly perked at the sound of something hissing nearby. Some sort of violet liquid splattered the clumped group of minions, the small creatures squealing in agony as they started to dissolve. Those that survived soon found their lungs burning and melting from the inside, thanks to the toxic miasma that rose from the ooze.

"Damn! Get back!" Kayle covered her visor to shield herself from as much of the corrosive air as possible, flapping her wings to propel herself back from it. Turning on her heels, Morgana quickly followed. As the minions fell, the tower soon turned its attention to them, raining death from above as they fled back out beyond the walls.

Morgana was the first to see the serpent, lurking just at the base of the stone tower. It hissed softly and slithered about just behind the massive golem, cautious not to come too close to the angels. Its human face peered at them from behind the stone, sharp claws lightly rapping at the granite.

"Well, now we know what happened to Tristana..." Morgana couldn't help but laugh at the yordle's plight, spying her petrified form strapped to the naga's chest. Her gaze travelling a bit further south, she caught a glimpse of twin serpentine cocks plumbing the yordle's depths. Every time she moved, her coils undulated and her hips swayed, pushing the two shafts deep and pillaging both holes at once. "Damn, why didn't I ever think of that?" Morgana sneered, the snake ducking out of her view.

Kayle shuddered in disgust. Was everyone such a lecher? Her mind started to wander, and she had to stop herself lest the terrible memories of her misdeeds return to her. "We will wait for the next wave of minions to arrive and then attack, she can't fight the two of us at once."

Cassiopeia watched the two angels from a distance as they backed off for the time being. They'd be back though, she knew it. She was starting to wonder if trying to rape Katarina into submission wasn't the greatest of ideas after all. Surely, she wouldn't hold it against her now, would she? The serpent hissed softly. For the time being, it was up to her to defend all on her own.

"Sister... Where are you?"

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The first thing Katarina felt was the slick sensation of something slimy pressing down upon her. Thick and heavy, it pushed her down and scraped up the length of her body. From her knees to her face, it slid along her skin, leaving a wet film in its wake, over and over. Slowly, the woman started to stir, letting out a lengthy groan. "Nnnnnnggghh..."

The wet object teased at the soles of her feet, slathering her toes in fluid and then smearing it up the length of her legs. As strength returned, she started to kick weakly, planting her bare foot right into the soft, spongy thing. Funny, wasn't she wearing boots? Her mind was still muddled, unable to think straight just yet. The moist creature rubbing against her seemed impeded by her kicks, rubbing up and down her coating her in slime, wet and a little bit sticky like... Drool.

Katarina's eyes suddenly snapped open. The girl screamed like a banshee, thrashing her arms and legs in a blind panic. Looking up, she expected to find herself staring into Cho'Gath's hideous face, to find the creature preparing to devour her once again.

Instead, what greeted her was the focused visage of the half-dragon, still in her reptilian guise. She loomed over top of her, bumping her snout into Katarina's bosom and pinning her with it. Her lengthy tongue probed and lapped incessantly, curling around her thigh and stroking her leg with it.

"Aaaah! Get off, get away! I didn't escape one belly just to wind up in yours!" The assassin shrieked, swinging a fist into the dragon's nose.

Shyvana didn't even flinch. She pressed on with her labours, using her tongue to gently caress the woman's other thigh, slicking it with her saliva. Licking up the length of her body, the narrowed tip of it slithered against the woman's underarm, making her cringe as she fought the urge to giggle uncontrollably while it teased at ticklish nerves. It worked its way up her arm, coiling around her hand and slurping at her fingers before the dragon retracted it into her maw.

"Shut up. You're filthy." She spoke hurriedly. She gave the noxian another languid lick, smearing spit all over her face. "I'm cleaning you up."

Katarina winced and struggled, but the dragon wasn't having any of it. One talon shifted, the sharp nail pressing down against her threateningly. Large enough to completely skewer her, Katarina grew still as it hovered just below her ribs. Satisfied, the dragon went back to her tongue bath, slicking the woman's other arm.

'Some cleaning,' Katarina thought with a roll of her eyes, 'exchanging one slime for another.' All the blood, the mucus and bile she'd accumulated from her trip down Cho'Gath's throat was being peeled off by Shyvana's diligent tongue, replaced with gooey dragon drool. Still, it was a slight improvement at least, even if it didn't feel like it.

Shyvana's tongue soon finished with the woman's limbs, snuffling her nose against her armpit briefly before she shifted her attention to the assassin's torso. That large, slick oral muscle slathering her breasts in spit, mashing one of her chest pillows flat as she grew a bit too enthusiastic in her duties. The dragon's tongue was not so massive as Cho'Gath's had been, affording her a greater degree of flexibility with it. It slithered between Katarina's bosom, spreading her soft breasts apart, then curled and looped around one of them, giving it a wet squeeze.

The woman grit her teeth in dismay. The dragon lingered on her chest, intent on licking it 'clean'. The more she drooled over them, the more apparent it became that the dragon wasn't cleaning her tits just for Katarina's sake. The assassin tilted her head to the side, looking away from her assailant, both her first, and apparently her last of the day.

Scattered amidst the refuse of the battle lay one of her discarded daggers. Shimmering gold and sharpened to a razor's edge. A spike from the blasted robot. It was just out of reach, but maybe if she stretched for it...

Katarina glanced back up at the dragon. So singularly focused on her breasts, utterly unobservant of anything else. The girl slowly started to reach for the discarded weapon, squirming as she did, disguising the movement as simply a side effect of her disgusted writhing. From the corner of her eye, she peered at the weapon, her fingers outstretched for it, growing nearer, nearer...

Wham! The dragon's paw suddenly slammed into the ground, right between Katarina's fingers and the sharp object of her desire. Cut off from the weapon, she gazed upwards into the beast's eyes, the amber pools alight with a cruel mirth.

"Tut-tut, none of that." The dragon hissed. "I saw what you could do with those..." Shyvana mewled softly, tickling Katarina's belly with her tongue. "I must say, there's something rather... attractive about a woman who can so swiftly disembowel a foe like that," She slurped lewdly, caressing the woman's inner thigh. "but I can't have you doing that to me I'm afraid. No more surprises, no tricks."

Katarina realized now why she was suddenly barefoot. The dragon had been very cautious while she was unconscious, making sure she had absolutely no weapons anywhere within reach or hidden on her person. Everything was placed very deliberately just beyond her grasp, and she couldn't warp behind the dragon so long as she was being held in place.

"So just relaxxsss," Shyvana hissed, "and why don't we finish what we started."

The dragons paws moved upwards, her talons gently slipping between Katarina's thighs. Pulling cautiously, she tugged her legs apart, while her tongue snaked further south. The human's eyes were wide with fright, that tongue cresting over her belly and starting to lap at her nethers. With just the slightest bit of pressure, even the tiniest lack of caution, Shyvana could slice her to ribbons in an instant. And somehow now she had to trust that the overgrown lizard would keep her cool long enough to... To what exactly? She couldn't possibly think they would be compatible at this size.

Shyvana's tongue squished against Katarina's sex, tasting her folds again after going without for so long. They weren't quite the same now, there was the slight tang of more... experience than she'd had before. She would need to have words later with all those who had touched the dragon's treasure without her permission. For now though the girl was finally back in her possession, right where she belonged.

"I've been watching you, you know." Shyvana growled softly. Saliva dripping from her upper row of teeth while she lapped between her captive's legs, her rough tongue scraping at her soft petals. "A tryst with that serpent, that romp with the yordle, becoming a toy for that tin can... I lost vision of you for a bit after that, but imagine my delight when the next time I caught a glimpse of you, I was treated to that wonderful performance with the angel slut. My my, how you've fallen since this morning."

"Th-that was all because of yooouuuu!" Katarina tried to snap, to sound angry, but the dragon's tongue on her nethers sent shudders of pleasure ripping through her that cracked and broke her voice. "That n-never would ha-have happened if it w-wasn't for yoouuUUuUu!"

Shyvana's scaly lips curled into a grin, savouring those delightful wails. "Hmmhmm... I know. It worked out even better than I could have imagined." She drug her slippery tongue back and forth, grinding it against the woman's slit and watching her spazz out. "You took my kill, so I took your dignity. Though, I question how much of that you had to begin with." The dragon chuckled, exhaling warm breath against the woman's honeypot, her tongue smacking it wetly.

"Youuu scaaalyyyy biiitch!"

The tip of Shyvana's tongue probed the girl's twat, teasing, nudging her folds just partially open. "You dared to steal from a dragon, so now you'll belong to one. Fitting, don't you think?" She hissed and her tongue vibrated rapidly, working like a buzzer all along Katarina's opening and her clit. "And such a wonderful prize you are, so much greater than that bounty would have been. You proved that against that... creature. Though I am curious how you managed to survive being devoured like that. I wonder..."

Pulling it back, Shyvana thrust the narrow tip of her tongue right up against Katarina's pussy. It flicked up and down, soaking her labia in warm spit, teasing her tender lips. Undeterred by the girl's tiny, comparatively frail body, she tested her slit, experimenting with its give, seeing just how far she could press in with her tongue. Expecting resistance, even abject refusal, the dragon was surprised when the tip of her tongue seemed to glide with ease into the woman's damp tunnel. It was just a handful of inches, but even at it's narrowest her tongue stretched wide enough that she had expected difficulty. Probing deeper within Katarina's love canal, Shyvana slurped her juices, testing her elasticity. Her tongue stretched the woman's lips and widened her inner walls, twisting and pushing with such force that it forced her birth canal to reshape itself to its size.

The assassin stared in sheer horror as the dragon just pushed her tongue even deeper. Over a foot of it writhing and wiggling inside. She could see it moving underneath her skin, her belly stretching until she could see the outline of it. Taking in a deep breath, she readied herself to scream in pain, to shriek from undying agony... Only there was none. She felt not one ounce of pain as the dragon bored her tongue so deep she swore it was going to pop out of her belly button. Instead her breath was wasted upon moans that she couldn't suppress, the thick muscle pressing so firmly against her g-spot in the same way it shoved and pushed against everything else.

Katarina threw back her head, her facial muscles contorting beyond her control, her eyes twitching and lips quivering. The dragon's slick organ scraping inside and probing everywhere, thrusting constantly. Oh god, she thought, just how badly had her body been ruined that such a large intrusion could no longer even cause her pain?

As much as Shyvana would have relished the idea of Katarina's body becoming so slutty, so whorish that she could take the largest cocks with ease, there was an altogether different explanation that she saw. As her tongue stretched the woman's love tunnel, widening it past the point it should have ruptured and torn, she noticed a strange glimmer that seemed to envelop the woman's body. Just barely noticeable, she wasn't even completely certain she wasn't imagining it. The glitter struck whenever Katarina should have felt pain, when she should have torn or bled, instead she just stretched with barely any discomfort at all.

Shyvana smirked. It seemed that someone had left her a wonderful present, gift-wrapped in gold.

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"Keep her away from the minions!" Morgana shouted to her sister. Gritting her teeth, she focused greater and greater amounts of her magic through her palms, firing black bolts at the towering stone statue. Surrounding her on all sides was a sea of tiny blue creatures, casting feeble magics or battering at the statue with small maces. One by one the tower picked them off, their feeble shields doing nothing to protect them. Their sacrifice kept its focus away from the fallen angel though, who was fast overloading the monolith with dark energy.

"I do not need you to tell me how to fight!" Kayle barked right back, moving to intercept the naga.

Each time the serpent neared, she devastated all the minions simultaneously, forcing the two angels to retreat and wait. Kayle was fast growing impatient with the constant delays, while Morgana seethed with fury at their inability to catch the slippery snake woman. Now she neared again while Kayle struggled to keep her at bay.

"Back! Get back! I will not hesitate to run you through!" The armoured angel levelled her sword at the naga threateningly. She longed to dart right for her, to cut her down for her perverse treatment of Tristana, but the last time she'd attempted that, the naga had slipped right past her and poisoned all of the minions.

"Oh honey, bigger than you have tried. I doubt I'd even feel that little pin prick of yours." Cassiopeia chuckled, her body swaying as she slithered from side to side, looking for an opening.

"Rragh!" Kayle lunged at her, swinging her sword in a wide arc.

The serpent threw an arm out, two fingers extended upwards, and a cloud of green miasma burst into existence in the angel's path. The angel's wings trembled, dropping her onto her feet unsteadily to stumble forwards. The naga quickly extended her other arm, a jade light arcing from her fingertips and lancing forward like a pair of serpent's fangs. The corrosive magic struck Kayle in the chest, repeatedly, as the naga swiftly darted to her side firing again and again.

Covering her face mask to try and shield her airways, Kayle raised her sword up high. The crimson jewel set near the tip began to glow with a brilliant red light, a light which grew to envelope the entire blade. Though there was still some distance between the two, when Kayle next swung the blade, a shockwave erupted around Cassiopeia, staggering the snake woman and cutting her as though she'd been struck by the sword, even though there was still a good five yards between the.

"I said stay back!" Again and again, Kayle swung her weapon with righteous fury. It never touched the naga, and yet struck her each time. Cassiopeia recoiled in pain, her yordle-armour chipping and cracking from the onslaught. With a hiss of displeasure, the naga wheeled around in a circle and slithered back, until she was so far away that whatever strange magic Kayle was using could no longer reach her.

"Kayle! It's done!"

The golden-clad angel turned in the direction of her sister, watching with a look of relief as the magical tower began to crumble and collapse. Violet and black light shone through the cracks in the stone, a sign of the swirling storm of magic within, until the raging forces could no longer be contained, destroying the statue in a violent explosion.

'Your team has destroyed a turret.'

News of the tower's destruction was broadcast directly into the minds of each combatant that still remained, though the wording was slightly different from one side to the other. Immediately following it was a second psychic message that neither angel had expected to hear.

'Your turret has been destroyed.'

The angelic sisters gave each other a sidelong glance. Closing their eyes, they could see their northern-most defense tower crumble and fall, though not what the cause of it was.

"Minions?" Morgana asked.

Kayle nodded in the affirmative. "Most likely." Though the summoned creatures were small and feeble, it was not unheard of for them to swarm together into a horde large enough to bring down one of the mighty stone statues on their own. It was a rare occurrence however, and the horde always took such catastrophic losses that they never made it as far as the next tower in line. Still, it was an unfortunate turn of events all the same. Shaking her head, Kayle turned her gaze forward to where Cassiopeia was desperately slaughtering the surviving minions. "No time to worry about it, we must press onward. We're almost there!"

Just ahead of them laid the most powerful of their foes' defenses, the Inhibitor. A large, circular dais, carved ornately from marble and granite. Atop it rested an enormous violet jewel, hovering inches above the stone platform and surrounded on all sides by the statues of four summoners, clad in robes and hoods. In many ways, it resembled the Nexus that they needed to destroy to achieve victory, though it was not nearly as large.

Unlike the stone statues, the Inhibitor could not harm them. Rather, it was the cause of the minions near non-existant power. It's aura weakened those summoners who were tasked with creating the minions, rendering them little more than fodder. But once it was destroyed, the minions summoned would become drastically more powerful and threatening, enough so to quickly turn the tide towards victory.

And without the tower to assist her, there was little Cassiopeia could do to defend it on her own.

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"Aaaaaaahhhhnnnn!" Finally, Katarina managed to expel a scream from her lungs, though it wasn't one of pain. Arching her back and thrusting her hips up into the air, she shrieked as the dragon's tongue forced a mind-numbing orgasm upon her. All the muscles in her body tensed up and her vision went completely white, eyes staring blankly upwards.

Shyvana savoured the sweet taste of the girl's nectar. Slurping her tongue back into her maw, she left the woman to collapse into a heap, panting and soaked in sweat and spit. A bit of Katarina's own drool was dribbling from the corner of her mouth, the sight of it making the dragon chuckle.

For a long moment, she simply stood there, staring down at the human. She watched the luscious swell of her breasts rising and falling with every ragged breath, her legs splayed to the sides and dishevelled hair spread out beneath her. The sweat glistening on her smooth, slightly-tanned skin. Her toned muscles that accented rather than interfered with her natural curves. Fuck, she was so hot...

The noxian stirred slowly, her consciousness returning after being rattled by such a powerful orgasm. The sight that greeted her was perhaps more terrifying than any she'd yet encountered.

Jutting from between the dragon's too-short legs was a spire so thick and long that at first glance, Katarina mistook it for a third leg. It slid out from a large vent between her scales, a pouch that had kept it hidden throughout the long battle. In hindsight, it should have been obvious to the assassin that ALL aspects of her body would take on a more draconic from after her transformation, yet she had never imagined that she would find herself staring down the barrel of a fully engorged dragon dick.

Just like the shaft that had first ruined her day, the entire length of it was lined with thick, hard ridges, though they were spaced further apart and noticeably more pronounced than before. The tip was still tapered, the swollen head sloping downward and narrowing to a tip that would have been almost sharp if not for the urethral opening; a hole that may have been small to the dragon but was large enough for Katarina to slide her entire fist inside. From tip to base, it was covered in smooth, grey-blue scales, more fine and delicate than the rest of her body. The most noticeable difference was the disappearance of the dragon's balls, the once hefty, scaly spheres having been displaced and become internal during the transformation. That and the size. Just as her body had grown massive, so too had her dong, the dragon's cock septupling in size. Longer than Katarina was tall and as wide as her hips, it was an imposing spire of scaly flesh. It throbbed and glistened with a thick layer of natural lube secreted from her ventral slit, filling the air with the overwhelming scent of her powerful musk.

Katarina felt dread welling up inside at the very sight of the dragon's arousal. Just WHAT exactly was the dragon planning on doing with THAT? Katarina looked up into Shyvana's amber eyes, hoping for answers, and what she saw was not reassuring.

The dragon's vision burned with unrestrained lust and palpable desire. One way or another, she would find calm. Either her fury would be sated by sex, or it would be quenched with blood.

Talons slowly, gingerly looped around Katarina's torso, delicately lifting her into the air. The woman kicked and struggled, trying to pry the dragon's claws off of her. This situation was all too familiar, and yet a thousand times more horrifying. "Shyvana... Shyvana, what are you doing?" She asked, she pleaded, her eyes looking warily at the dragon's tower of flesh.

Shyvana sat back on her haunches, growling from the pain of her wounds. Cock standing erect, she guided the woman to its proud tip, seating her upon it. The pointed tip slid between her thighs and rubbed against her bare bottom, the soft feeling of Katarina's skin against her scales eliciting murrs of delight from the massive reptile. Gently, she stroked the woman between her claw tips, squeezing her bosom and caressing her belly. Katarina wiggled and squirmed, trying to shift her hips out of the way, but to no avail. Soon the dragon's paw shifted to her left leg, the other forepaw lifting to grasp at her right. Within the monster's mighty claws, Katarina's muscular thighs were little more than skinny twigs.

"Shyvana... Shyvana, stop. Th-that's never going to fit... You-you can't try to make it..." Katarina practically whimpered, her legs carefully forced apart to make room for the dragon's cock to poke and prod at her nethers. It was impossible, utterly impossible. That... thing was as wide as she was, and the dragon actually thought she was going to be able to fit that inside?! She wanted to berate her, to insult her clearly diminutive intelligence, but she was hardly in a position to be pissing the creature off.

The tip of the spire was pressing against her folds futilely. A large glob of preseminal fluid gushed from its slit and completely drenched Katarina's inner thighs, indicating the dragon's pent-up arousal. It kissed the woman's opening, and the dragon started to pull down on her legs.

"I told you, you are mine now, to do with as I please." The dragon hissed and growled. Her voice echoed, becoming more feral and wild by the second. "If my new toy breaks so easily, well... Guess that'll just be a lesson for next time."

Katarina's eyes were wide as saucers. She was going to die. She was absolutely going to be murdered, in the most degrading way imaginable. Ripped apart by some monster's cock. Truly, it was the most fitting end to her most wretched day. The dragon pulled hard on her legs, yanking her down onto its cock. The size differential was simply impossible. It'd never fit. She'd be crushed against it, her legs would tear off before even one inch of that pillar even came close to entering her.

So she thought. So even Shyvana thought, for a long, worrisome moment.

Then Katarina's body began to glow. Her skin glittered, a soft, golden hue illuminating her entire form. A miracle forced upon her by a meddling angel too guilty to accept the atrocity of her own deeds. Kayle had vowed no harm would come to the woman, in the name of protecting her future offspring, and the spell she had cast ensured exactly that. Kayle's Intervention would protect her and keep her alive, by any means necessary. When she was in danger of being crushed between Cho'Gath's teeth, it shielded her. Now she was in danger of being ripped apart, and so it made it so she wouldn't tear.

To the surprise of both, Katarina's body was neither crushed, nor did her legs pop off. Her pussy lips stretched wider than either of them ever dreamed possible, without shedding even a single drop of blood. Her pelvis creaked as her hips widened, her bones shifting out of the way to avoid breaking. The woman's abdomen bulged obscenely, her skin stretched taut as a drum around the grotesque outline of the dragon's cockhead.

Katarina gaped in horror. This was a dream. This was a nightmare. Any moment she would wake up to find she was still trapped inside Cho'Gath's stomach, this whole thing a product of her demented imagination. It couldn't be real. Her body was being gaped and filled by a dick larger than she was... And she didn't even feel any pain! She had to be numb, paralyzed from the shock and trauma! Except... Except then why did it feel good? With the pain silenced, pleasure was the only signal her nerves could still transmit. Filled beyond capacity as she was, she was being touched in places she didn't even know were there.

Shyvana was just as awed. She had dared to dream, but never really thought she'd actually manage to penetrate the tiny woman. She never thought she'd ever penetrate anything in this form. Her own race disowned her for her half-human heritage, and what else could accommodate her size? Her own paws weren't even any good, her sharp talons a liability to jerking off. Yet here was this tiny little woman who somehow took her dick without even a shriek of agony... Well, it was just the tip so far, there was plenty of time still for that to change. She gripped Katarina's legs tight enough to crush any human that wasn't invincible and pulled down with all of her strength.

Inch by agonizingly slow inch, the dragon's cock was forced deeper. The bulge in Katarina's abdomen only grew larger, travelling further up her stomach. Internal organs were callously shoved aside and squished to make room for more dick. Yet still there was no pain, no screaming, only the mindless gibbering of the assassin going completely insane as she was wrapped around the dragon's shaft like a human condom.

"Oh god no, no no no, oh god I'm gonna die, I'm gonna diiieeeeyyyaaaaaaaggh!" Katarina threw back her head and howled, the dragon's first ridge stretching her cunt and sliding inside. It scraped harshly at her insides, scratching itches she had never previously known she had.

Shyvana growled fiercely. The crushing tightness around her dick made her wince and hiss. This woman... She was so delectably tight, she wrapped so firmly around her cock, gripping it like a glove two sizes too small. Her ridges, despite how hard and solid they were, were little more than tightly clumped bundles of sensitive nerves, and the assassin's smooth, silken innards rubbing against even one of them made the dragon want to roar in ecstasy. She gazed down at her erect tower of dragon meat, with all the eleven ribs that still remained to go.

Still using Katarina's thighs like a pair of handles, the dragon started to lift her up again, her single ridge scraping back in the opposite direction. The woman dared to hope that Shyvana was unsatisfied with her measly depth and was pulling out, but it was only to give the dragon more leverage to try again. Pulling once more, she yanked Kat down even further, a second ridge stretching her cunt muscles loose and popping inside. Already, it was as deep as Shyvana's cock had reached before, and yet so much wider. It would have broken through into her womb, but size alone prevented that. It was easier on her body for her cervix to be pushed deeper into her core than it was for the dragon to penetrate it, and so it was, squished almost flat to make as much room as possible.

A third ridge stretched Katarina's sex yet again. Each bump was accompanied by a temporary increase in the girth of Shyvana's cock, the shaft narrowing just slightly beyond the hard protrusion. It made each one a chore to push through, and was even more difficult to pull out from such a tiny orifice, practically sealing it within the woman's body. Just shy of two full feet of cockmeat was crammed inside of her, pushing the tapered crown into her solar plexus. Her breasts started to roll to the sides as her ribs were being pushed outwards, not even so much as cracking from the stress. With nearly all available space and then some taken up by Shyvana, Katarina's breathing became laboured as her lungs had less and less room to inflate. When she did breath in, it just further compressed around the dragon's pole. Adding to that, the woman's pounding heart was like a vibrator tickling her cockhead, eliciting a rumbling moan of pleasure from the giant lizard.

Shyvana's tail swished behind her, whipping back and forth wildly. Along her snout a strained expression was etched. Pulling harder on Katarina's legs, the assassin was impaled on barely two feet of her seven foot cock, and the dragon wouldn't be satisfied by anything less than half. Heedless of such petty obstacles as physical limits, she pushed and pulled, dragging her down further still. Her skin stretched even more, growing pale from how taut it was becoming. When her sternum refused to give way, her stomach started to expand outwards instead. It pushed out beyond her body, looking as though the dragon's pointed tip would burst out any second now. Still, the shield held her together, her flesh glimmering with a faint golden sheen as it bulged.

Lifting her head weakly, Katarina could see the outline of Shyvana's shaft, rising up before her eyes, pushing out beyond her chest and above her head. Encased in her own flesh like a second skin. More of those bumpy ribs straining her cuntlips, grinding at her insides with a wet, constant squelching. Everything was wet and slimy. Her body was soaked in saliva and sweat. Her insides were just as full of spit, mixed with her own cum and whatever that fluid was that dribbled from the dragon's vent. She couldn't even protest what was happening to her, she didn't even know where to begin. How did one reason with a lust-addled dragon? Especially one that had just found the perfect, unbreakable cocksleeve.

Another yank downwards and another foot stretched Katarina's belly, ballooning it outwards. Shyvana huffed, blowing clouds of smoke out that blackened the sky. More, more! She wanted more so badly. She pulled again, and... Nothing. Again and again, she pulled, lifting first if she thought it would give her more leverage, but no, she made no more progress. The dragon roared in fury, digging her claws into her own palms and trying to tear the woman's legs off, she pulled so hard. They did not come off, and Katarina sank not one inch deeper onto her dick. It seemed even Kayle's miracle shield had it's limits, and the dragon had reached them. She simply could not bottom out in the woman's juicy cunt.

Panting heavily, heaving steam into the air, she paused to catch her breath and admire her handiwork. Four feet. Four massive feet of pussy-ruining cock. It ran up the length of Katarina's stomach and then bulged outwards just below her ribs, jutting up and outwards perpendicular to the woman's chest. The girl's arms dangled uselessly at her sides, and her head lolled backwards. She twitched and spasmed non-stop, overwhlemed by the intruder crushing her insides, pressing against her most intimate places, even if it moved them elsewhere in the process.

Shyvana huffed. It was more than half at least. Still, if she wasn't going to be able to fit the entire length, then she would just have to work to make do.

Squeezing Katarina's tiny limbs tightly, Shyvana pushed her back up. She shuddered from the wonderful feel of her pole's bumps dragging across her innards. The warmth and wetness surrounding her shaft, gripping so tightly. Exerting all of her strength, Shyvana powered through the resistance, her sensitive bumps being wrenched free, Katarina's juices dripping from them and rolling down her delicate scales. She lifted the assassin up til only the first ridge remained, the woman's belly looking almost back to normal. Then she grabbed tight and yanked her back down with all of her strength, forcing her length back to its maximum depth in a single swift motion.

Before her eyes, the redhead gurgled and foamed at the mouth. Her insides were forcibly rearranged, compressed and crushed until they were all somehow crammed together into the relative safety of her ribcage. All the while, she cried out, not in pain, but ecstasy. A goofy, mindless grin was plastered across her face. It nearly made Shyvana laugh at the ridiculousness of it all. Here she was, stretched like a balloon around the dragon's cock, suffering an indignity that by all means should be killing her, and if she were even still capable of thought she'd likely just be begging for more.

Well, she was going to get that regardless.

Grunting from the incredible effort it took, Shyvana lifted her again, only to drag her back down a moment later, repeating the motion again and again. Katarina's breasts bounced and flopped up and down her relatively intact chest, her muscles spasming, fingers twitching. The dragon was working herself into a frenzy of lust, thrusting the assassin down onto her dick so fast that her hair flew up each time, unable to keep pace with the rapid movement of her body. Her legs were completely numb within the scaly beast's claws, their only purpose being to give the dragon something to hold onto.

So tight, so very, very tight... Shyvana was beyond speech herself. She wanted to degrade the woman, to let her know just how little she mattered, how good of a cocksleeve she was, but she could not find the words. The sensations gripping her titanic staff were just too good. She didn't even care that she couldn't get the entire length in, it was unlikely she'd ever get the chance to pleasure her fully transformed member again and she just wanted to savour this feeling. Katarina's tormented pussy hugged it so firmly, her ridges making a pop each time they were pried loose from her snatch. Gods above, she was going to cum already...

Katarina's brain was in the process of being fried. This was so much more than she could handle. Her mind couldn't even comprehend half of the feelings it was processing. She almost wished she could feel the pain, the sheer agony that she logically should have been suffering, if only to counter-balance the pleasure that was utterly breaking her. The pressure against her insides, pressing down on sensitive nerves, every nerve, all at once... It was more than she could stand. Any thought about her humiliating lot in life was lost amid a sea of bliss, and a never-ending series of constant orgasms.

The dragon's eyes were screwed shut, the vision of the woman's belly rapidly expanding and deflating growing too distracting. She was so close now, all that mattered was reaching the release she so badly needed. The one she'd been denied by that damned LeBlanc, the one that had been so ruefully interrupted by that stupid snake woman. Katarina was just a toy, an aid to help her achieve her needs, and she was so. Damned. Close!

Her dick throbbed once, the pulsating veins briefly putting even more pressure against Kat's insides. The woman's entire body shook and trembled, the cock she was suspended on bobbing back and forth as Shyvana's thrusts grew less precise, more erratic and jerky.

Then it struck her. The dragon threw her head back, letting out a bellowing roar as she finally achieved that moment of ecstasy, the poor relief for her entirely too-full testes. Her urethra bulged almost as obscenely as Katarina herself as her seed blazed through it, gaping her poor victim's twat ever wider as it passed into her. It raced straight to the pointed tip of the dragon's dick, erupting into Katarina's already too full pussy. By some miracle, or perhaps some curse, Katarina's belly actually managed to expand even further, a smaller, rounded bulge swelling outwards from the pointed tip of the dragon's dick. It grew outwards, a massive blob of Shyvana's cum, before rolling downwards, travelling down the length of the cock shaped indentation in her stomach to finally settle near the base of it. Her labia already stretched as wide as it would go by Shyvana's swollen pole and the thick, bumpy ribs that encircled it, the dragon's spurting semen became trapped inside. Unable to travel any further, it began to pool within her birth canal, forming a second swelling bulge that grew and rounded out along the underside of Shyvana's cock-shaped stretchmarks. Every three seconds, that tree trunk-sized dick throbbed, spurting another fresh glob of gooey dragon spunk into her stretched snatch.

Huge ropes of scalding jizz flooded her body with every spurt. Heated by the the dragon's high internal temperature, her cum bubbled and boiled. Only Kayle's divine protection kept it from cooking Katarina's insides, the golden aura reducing it to a mere soothing warmth deep within. Her stomach continued to bloat, each wad of cum large enough to fill a bucket. Under the weight of all that semen, her belly started to sag, hanging low and sloshing full of steaming hot cream.

Among the flood of sticky, white syrup, Katarina got the vague sensation of something moving inside of her. Though the pearly goop had all the texture and viscosity of hot tar, the dragon's sperm still swam through it with ease. The oversized egg-seekers dragging Katarina's mind back from the brink of pleasure-induced madness kicking and screaming. Biologically designed to impregnate something much, much larger than a human, she could actually feel the little tadpoles wiggling around. They swam inside of her in search of ova that were thankfully too small to actually be penetrated by them. Besides, one was already occupied at the moment. The way they moved in bulk, squirming just under her skin, unnerved her like nothing else. 'Oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god...'

When at last the dragon's sticky payload slowed to a trickle, an amount that still felt like bucketloads to her, Katarina was left looking like an overfilled water balloon. The magical bubble that had been cast upon her glowed brightly, never fading as it worked overtime to keep her protected under such strain. A testament to Kayle's divine skill, it did not falter even when Kat herself felt on the verge of bursting.

The flow of semen finally drying up, Shyvana winced as the sensitivity increased a hundredfold. So tight... Too tight! The woman's body, hugging her shaft so wonderfully a second ago, was crushing it now. Her tender ridges and the tightly bundled nerves within felt like they were on fire. Loosing a trembling roar, the scaly creature gripped the woman's legs hard and lifted. Slowly, her prick slid free of Katarina's confines with a lewd, constant schloooorp, the sound punctuated by a wet pop for each ridge that slipped out. The grotesque bulge in her torso shrank with every inch removed, though her squishy, cum-filled belly remained. A splash of dragon seed gushed out alongside each rib, yet the bulk of it remained sealed within by the seemingly endless spire of dickmeat. Shyvana let out a relieved gasp when the woman finally came loose, her length throbbing and spurting one last 'weak' jet that completely plastered Katarina's midsection.

Needing a moment to catch her breath, the dragon released one of the girl's legs, leaning back on her now free paw and breathing heavily. The assassin dangled limply from the other limb, gurgling incoherently. No longer trapped by Shyvana's rigid girth, her load oozed from the woman's gaping pussy in massively thick, gluey-clumps. It bubbled and gushed out, her stomach draining rapidly as the angel's magic did its best to return her to her original shape. Cum rolled down her other leg in torrential rivers, the dragon's little swimmers occasionally wiggling visibly through the sticky syrup, dripping to the ground with the rest of her ball-snot. Rolling her head back, Shyvana released her toy to rest on her other hand for a bit, dropping her plaything into the veritable pond of spooge below.

Katarina landed with a splash in the white goop. For a long moment she just laid face-down in the two-inch deep pool, her hair clumping together, her skin growing sticky. Snorting abruptly and blowing bubbles in the cum, she pushed herself up out of the slime to cough and gasp. From her head to her toes she was soaked in dragon semen. It dribbled from her breasts and rolled down her arms. Droplets trickled from her nose, and gooey wads glued her eyelashes together. Turning her head to the side, she spat a mouthful of it out and sat up.

At least... At least that was over now, she thought to herself. Making the mistake of looking up at Shyvana, she groaned and quickly realized her error.

The dragon's breathing was stabilizing, and her cock was still hard and tall as a small tree. Of course, the transformation had done nothing to diminish the incredible stamina she possessed. Katarina wailed in despair, while Shyvana grinned lasciviously, drooling over the sight of the woman bathed in her spunk.

"Ready for the next round?"

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"You know, I'm rather impressed by that chestpiece of yours." Morgana chuckled as she clashed with Cassiopeia, bolts of violet and green magic colliding in a brilliant flash of light. "It's too bad we're on opposing sides, I'd love for you to make me one as well."

"It's actually quite distracting..." The naga sighed, twitching a little uncontrollably as both of her serpentine cocks thrust into her stone cocksock. The constant pressure against her shafts felt wonderful, but it really did make it hard to stay focused on the task at hand. "But if you're really insistent, I might be willing to make you one." She smirked suddenly, her vision glowing fiercely. The eerie illumination roused Morgana's suspicion, the dark angel raising a brow curiously. Letting out a shrill scream, Cassiopeia lunged forward, a toxic green light radiating from her eyes.

Morgana's grin quickly turned upside down. With nary a second to react, she turned her head away and shut her eyes. She felt the burn of the magical flash, felt it sear her feathers, but her quick thinking spared her the worst of its effects. Her muscles suddenly felt sluggish, but her skin remained soft.

"I didn't mean make me INTO one!" Turning back with a scowl, the angel cursed the very land beneath Cassiopeia's feet, turning it black.

The snake woman screamed and recoiled in pain. It suddenly felt like she was sitting in molten tar. So desperate to get off the rotten earth, she rolled over hastily and slithered away, writhing about like a worm and throwing a hissy fit. Bitter venom pooled in her lower jaw until it began to overflow from her lips and spill down her chin. Flipping onto her belly scales, she spat a mouthful of the venomous ooze at her opponent, spitefully watching her have the same reaction to it that Cassie had to the soil.

"Aaaggh, you fucking worm!" Morgana seethed. The venomous goop clung to her robes like glue, burning right through and searing the skin underneath. Worse, it was sticky as glue and hindered her movements. Glaring at the serpent with her dead, white eyes, Morgana threw her arms out one after another, lobbing a sphere of dark-violet from each.

Raising herself higher upon her tail, the naga swung her hips wide, weaving first left then right to evade the dark blasts. Chuckling softly, she extended her claws, jade bolts of powerful magic lancing out.

Unable to dodge with her movements slowed as they were, Morgana did the next best thing. Focusing her tainted essence into a large ball, she stretched it out large enough to engulf herself in a black, twisted mockery of her sister's own divine shield. Though not quite as potent as Kayle's, it did the trick, protecting her from Cassiopeia's fang-shaped blast. The naga gave her no time to counter-attack though, firing again and again, assaulting her defenses non-stop. Her barrier started to flake away piece by piece, hexagonal panels forming and dissipating as it weakened.

Morgana grit her teeth. She wouldn't be able to hold out long against this. Then again, she didn't need to. She only had to last long enough for...

'Your team has destroyed an inhibitor.'

There it was! Morgana turned just in time to watch the structure explode in a dazzling array of light, the large crystal on top shattering beneath the force of Kayle's sword.

"Damn it!" Cassiopeia hissed angrily. She'd let one angel distract her from the other. As Kayle quickly flew up to join her sister, the naga turned and fled, retreating to her Nexus. She had no choice, she'd need to make her final stand there.

Extending her sword as she approached, Kayle blessed her sister. Much as it pained her to do so, she needed her sibling in good health to achieve victory. A green aura aura engulfed the dark angel, her wounds healing instantaneously. Morgana sighed with relief, standing up straight and feeling her energy return, Cassiopeia's poison cleansed from her system.

Blank eyes watching the serpent slither away, Morgana licked her lips, admiring the sensual swagger in her hips. "Mnn, my, she does look flexible. It'd be fairly impressive to nail a pair of sisters in the same day, don't you think?" She turned to her sister, a lascivious grin on her face. "What do you say, think I'll be able to have some fun with her while you take the Nexus?"

"No!" Kayle's reply came quickly, so ladened with fury and disgust that she startled even herself. "We- I mean you, will not defile another being that way again. I will not allow it!"

Taken aback, Morgana paused, first intimidated, then curious. That wasn't quite the same reaction she'd received before. Arching a brow, she stared into Kayle's visor, searching her face. The shadows of her helmet loomed over her visage, hiding her expression from the fallen one's dead eyes.

For a long moment, they stared each other down. Trembling slightly, the armoured angel was the first to break. She turned away, gazing at the enemy Nexus, standing so near to them. Its destruction meant victory, an end to this game, and the last things standing between them and it were two final arcane turrets and that slippery snake woman.

Morgana leered suspiciously at her sibling for a time, a knowing sneer creeping across her face. "Well fine then, have it your way. We'll do things the boring way."

Already, the first of the new minions were arriving. Unlike their tiny counterparts, these 'super' minions were massive and bulky. They still bore blue shrouds which hid much of their bodies from view, but what was visible gave off the impression of a magically powered war machine rather than any living thing. Its motions were mechanical and clunky, and instead of a tiny sword or stave, it used its own lumbering, tree trunk arms for weapons. Where hands should have been, instead were spiked iron wrecking balls which it used to smash whatever lay in its path.

As soon as it arrived, the super minion charged straight at the two Nexus towers, shrugging off their focused blasts like rain drops. Trundling along behind were a row of smaller, weaker minions which, though weak, would still provide fodder to distract the turrets.

Together, the two angels joined in on the assault, adding their might to the minions. Their concentration focused on the battle at hand, neither one of them seemed to register the next psychic transmission.

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'Your turret has been destroyed.'

Odd, Shyvana thought, didn't she just get a warning like that a short time ago? There's no way a second tower should have fallen that quickly... Briefly, she considered whether or not to go check it out, but any thought of investigating further soon left the dragon's mind with a quick glance down.

There Katarina was, naked and knee deep in a puddle of spooge. Covered in it from head to toe, she went to try and wipe some of the cum from her eyes and only managed to smear it all over her face. It glued her red hair together into dark, matted clumps, and it rolled and dripped from her breasts. Sputtering weakly, she coughed up a mouthful of cum she'd accidentally inhaled while facedown in the puddle.

Fuck, she was hot. The sight of her bathed in semen aroused the dragon to no end. It stoked the fires of her lust until it burned her inside, demanding release. Who cared about a single tower? What did it matter when her allies were already tearing the enemy base apart? She only had a short time left to savour this beauty, and it would be such a pity to waste it.

Katarina hadn't even fully recovered yet when the dragon's talons came down upon her for another go. A large, scaly palm pressed against her back, two enormous claws resting over her shoulders. A third talon, the closest Shyvana had to a thumb in this form, raked across her spine as it reached for her rear. That alone should have carved straight through Kat's body, yet it seemed the barrier had still not dissipated, reducing it to a gentle scratch. That sharp, narrowed claw tip scraped across her tailbone until it slid within the cleft of her ass, searching her flesh for the tiniest of indentations. Since she apparently didn't have to worry about hurting the girl, Shyvana pressed her claws into her skin without a care, until she felt it sink just an inch into the invincible woman's body.

Katarina squealed, the sharp nail finding her asshole and digging in. Kayle's protection kicked in immediately, making her skin unbreakable, yet pliant, her insides yielding to the dragon and opening with ease. The curved talon caught in the soft walls of her flesh like a hook, pulling, stretching, prying her open.

"You-you wouldn't... You bitch, no!" Katarina howled, but Shyvana had moved past conversation. Her intentions were clear, whether Katarina agreed or not.

She hoisted the assassin into the air, lifting her by the hooks in her shoulders and her rectum. To Shyvana, the woman's invulnerability was just a free pass for her to be as harsh as she wanted. Her thumb lifted, pulling her backdoor open farther, making it gape open wide, but not as wide as it was about to be. Paw guiding the woman to her dick, she let out a reptilian hiss as her slimy cocktip pressed against her bottom.

"I'm gonna kill you... I will find a way, I will fucking murder you!" Fears of dying had evaporated from Katarina's mind after what she'd just endured, and pleading was fruitless. Threats were all she had left to make as that pointed crown mashed against her buttocks. It flattened her glutes, battering against her rump uselessly. Realistically, there was no way it should fit, but Shyvana already knew it could. She'd seen the woman's body stretch, felt it grip her so snugly. It just needed a bit of assistance.

Her paw pressed down against Katarina's shoulders while her thumb lifted and pulled back. Her anal ring stretched like a rubber band growing wider and more taut, losing some of its definition in the process. The woman's ass cheeks spread further and further apart as her backdoor gaped.

Shyvana needed her open just enough to... There! With a triumphant roar, the narrow point of her cock managed to pierce the yawning chasm that was Katarina's ass. That was all it took. Once she had it wedged open, she just needed to pull, and the assassin's unnatural elasticity would see to the rest.

Katarina grit her teeth so hard that, had she not been impervious to harm, she was certain she'd have shattered them. Tapered dragon cock was slowly spearing her rectum, its girth expanding quickly from the forearm-thick point. Again she felt her hips widening, her bones creaking, her skin stretching, her organs relocating. Except this time the whole experience was made more degrading because the dragon was forcing its way into her ass. She didn't even have that same mind-rending pleasure to look forward to.

No longer needing her thumb to wedge the girl open, Shyvana twisted her paw to wrap around Kat's torso. Firming her grip, she crushed the redhead's breasts flat, making her gasp from the pressure on her chest. Then she started to push the assassin down. Her body stretched and distended just like before, though the texture wasn't quite the same. A bit grittier and not quite as soft, it still felt amazing all the same. Added to that, the fit was even tighter thanks to the added pressure of her hand squeezing down on her midsection.

Once again, Katarina's abdomen swelled, her skin stretched, and her belly distended. Those hard ridges gaped her backdoor even wider while they forced their way in to scrape her walls. This time though, instead of shoving her internal organs aside, the dragon's length plowed straight through them. It bashed its way through her colon and straightened out her intestines on its path to her stomach. Through the girl's swelling form, Shyvana felt her cock pass under her talons and squeezed down on it. She couldn't cut herself now, not through the unbreakable cock-sock separating her nails from her tender, sensitive scales. Laughing from the ridiculousness of it all, the dragon started to jerk herself off through the Noxian. Pumping her up and down, she pushed til her cockhead was straining the woman's ribs, pushing its way right into her chest cavity. She growled from the incredible pleasure, the warmth and tightness clamping down on her. Glancing downwards, she couldn't help but notice her sextoy didn't seem quite as enthusiastic.

Katarina's face was so red it looked like she was going to pop a blood vessel. Her teeth were clenched and her eyes were rolled up so far that only the whites were visible. Sweat and cum streamed down her brow, mixing with drool halfway down her face to run down her chin. Her hands clutched at the talon crushing her bust, her knuckles white as bone. She was trying so hard to free herself, but to no avail. Shyvana's grip remained firm.

Stroking her dick a little bit faster, she chuckled at Katarina's plight. She was shoving so deep, the girl could probably taste it in the back of her throat. Still, what the dragon really wanted was to just hold her down and rut into her, but that would never work.

Wait, the thought occurred to her, why couldn't it work?

Lifting Kat halfway off her monumental spire of scaly flesh, Shyvana released her hold. Letting gravity alone do the trick, her enormously heavy pole swung downwards, smashing the impaled noxian into the cum-soaked earth. Planting her paws into the dirt, Shyvana shifted her hips and looked downwards.

Katarina's knees braced her as best they could with the weight of the dragon's cock pressing down on her. Weakly, the woman scrabbled for purchase, digging her fingers into cum-churned mud as she tried to crawl away. She got nowhere though. Her ass was fitted so tightly to the pole stuffing it that it would take more strength than she possessed to remove it. Her muscles were sucking on the shaft, tensing instinctively and clenching as best they could while stretched so thin.

Smoke and flame escaped from the corners of Shyvana's maw as her excitement built. She drug her hips back a bit, the weight of her meat grinding Katarina into the mud. Letting out a tremendous roar, she braced her knees and thrust her hips down.

In one brutal motion, Katarina was slammed into the floor. Her stomach pushed outwards, digging into the ground, while her torso was bent back by the earth retaliating. Her upper and lower body were trapped between an immovable object and an unstoppable force, and the result was that the woman was almost folded in half by the conflict. Her spine was bent at a near ninety degree angle, stressing her elasticity to its very limits.

Unperturbed by the deformation of her fucktoy, Shyvana drilled down into her ass. Unlike the assassin, the giant lizard didn't have the benefit of invulnerability to shield her, yet her shaft was so rigid that the world's crust yielded before she did. With the size and durability of a tree trunk and all the power of a dragon thrown behind it, her scaly spire cratered the earth beneath them. Every erratic thrust just dug the hole deeper, distending Katarina's belly further. The ground rumbled with every buck of her hips, the brutal impact echoing for miles.

Her body still resting in a pool of white goop, Katarina thrashed as she was repeatedly crushed against the floor. The force of the pounding she was taking flattened her breasts again and shoved her face down into the dragon's pearly sludge. Her fingers curled and dug grooves through sticky mud, mindlessly thrashing about. When she managed to lift her head, the noxian's face was caked in spooge. Trying to inhale, she accidentally wound up snorting some of the dragon's spunk, coughing up bubbles of it a second later. Pupils rapidly shrunk and dilated uncontrollably. Teeth were grit from strain and stress. Her jaw was set and tense. Yet, at the very corners of her mouth, her lips were stretched into a delirious grin.

She was gonna kill Shyvana. That was all she kept thinking, the only thought that kept her going. She would murder this dragon, somehow. She had to. The overgrown iguana needed to be punished for inflicting this indignity on her. It wasn't just the humiliation of being stretched around her like a living condom. Not just the shame she felt being drilled into a pool of cum. It wasn't simply the embarassment from being used for a cock sleeve just to get the dragon off. No, the reason she would die, the shameful detail that stripped the very last bit of Katarina's dignity from her was... She was actually enjoying this.

The meaty pillar crammed into her behind was so massive that it filled every empty cavity in her body. The pressure was squishing her vaginal walls together until there was absolutely no space in between them. And then those ridges came smashing through her. The thick, hard bumps pressed against her insides and slid back and forth, rolling her inner walls together. All the little spots of pleasure inside were grinding against one another non-stop. She was accustomed to needing something else to scratch those itches, missing half the time or getting the angles wrong. But here they were being kneaded against each other, scraping away as her ass was jackhammered by a collossal cock. Amongst the thicker, more opaque puddle of semen it was nearly unnoticeable, but Katarina's cunt was gushing a constant spray of her own sticky juices. Every single time Shyvana thrust forward, the evidence of her ecstasy squirted out to join the sloppy mess all around her.

Katarina was cumming like a fountain from being assfucked by several feet of dragon dick. Nothing thus far had ever left her feeling so low.

"Kill... Kill... Gonna fuuUUUuuuckiiiing killllll yooOOOoouuuUUU..." She howled. She bit her tongue, stabbed her palms with her nails, did whatever she could to stifle the pleasure and silence her moans, but it was no use. She was impervious to all harm, even self-inflicted. All she felt was bliss and nothing else.

Katarina's threats were meaningless to Shyvana. It wasn't exactly like the little cocksheathe could do anything to harm her. All that mattered was the wonderful way that her ass hugged her dragonhood. Even slamming her pole into the ground wasn't that bothersome. Her invincible dicksleeve shielded her length from the worst of it, cushioning her tapered shaft. What little discomfort remained couldn't compare to the satisfaction of unleashing her feral lust and going to town on the woman's rectum.

Already, she felt the approach of her next orgasm. Precum was flooding the noxian's stomach, filling her up again. It made the woman's belly slosh with every jackhammering thrust, rippling as she was drilled into the dirt. Those gallon sized droplets of precum were nothing compared to the flood that was churning in the dragon's testes, waiting to be unleashed.

Steam rose from Shyvana's muzzle. Fire escaped her maw with every ragged huff of air. She was about to cum again, to fill her captive cocksocket with her molten seed. Her armoured tail whipped back and forth excitedly, swinging from side to side. Digging her massive claws deep into the soil to brace herself, the dragon pumped her hips rapidly. Throwing her horned head back, she bellowed a roar of conquest and let loose the tide of creamy white boiling in her loins.

Immediately, Katarina's stomach ballooned to grotesque proportions as the dragon's essence filled her too full. Her midsection swelled outwards, quickly becoming squashed flat against the ground and expanding to the sides instead. Once again, the dragon's girth strained her hole to its limits, the wider ridged sections keeping her anal ring sealed tightly. This time however, all that cream-coloured tar had another way to go. It bloated her stomach until it couldn't contain anymore, and when the flood still didn't cease, it just kept going.

Katarina's mouth began to water as she felt something rising in the back of her throat. Shyvana's cum bubbled, rising in her esophagus until suddenly she could taste it. It came so fast that before she even realized what that bitter, hot sensation on her tongue even was, it had already filled her mouth to the brim. She sealed her lips shut, trying to hold it in, her cheeks swelling, but the pressure was just too great. It started to gush from her nose, spilling down her face and filling her olfactory senses with the dragon's potent musk. With a wince, she opened her maw and cum erupted out, shooting out like a firehose. Bitter, salty tears trickled down her cheeks, and in her current state Katarina couldn't even say for sure that it wasn't just Shyvana's excess looking for another escape route.

Hissing and snarling, the draconian beast ground her hips forward, trying to stir up her seed. The motion shoved Katarina deeper into the dirt, just forcing more of the cum out of her squashed belly. It rocketed through her continuously, shooting all the way through until she was vomiting it up. It deepened the puddle she was already sitting in, adding more and more milky white until there was enough of it to drown in.

Eventually the sensitivity became too much for Shyvana as her orgasm tapered off. The woman's snug internal lining squeezed her too tightly, tormenting her enhanced sensitivity. Slamming a paw into her back to hold the girl still, she pulled back roughly, wrenching her dick out in one long, jagged motion. Her length paused at each ridge, the hard bumps catching on her anal ring for a moment only to slide out with a lewd wet gush. Pop. Pop. Pop pop pop. One after another, each one dragged wads of sticky glue back with it, thick ropes of it dangling from her exposed pole. When the head itself finally pulled free, it was followed by a geyser of spunk spraying from the girl's gaping asshole. Grinning wickedly at the sight, the dragon sprayed one last jet herself, hosing down the assassin's back with a fresh layer of viscous syrup.

The dragon blew smoke, panting heavily from the strength of her orgasm. Her tail twirled in large, lazy circles, thumping the ground with happiness. This was just what she needed. She gazed down with eyes half-lidded in bliss, licking her lips at the sight that greeted her.

Katarina was lying completely motionless in a pool of cum. Her eyes were utterly blank, rolled up so far the irises weren't even visible. Her stomach still bulged, nowhere near as distended as it had been, but still pudgy and rounded with an ample helping of dragon jizz. The only sign that she was even still alive was the occasional violent muscle spasm that left her twitching.

Shyvana exhaled a pleasant, smoky sigh. Gently she scooped the girl out of the pool with one massive paw. Curling talons around her midsection, she gave her a firm squeeze, letting cum burst forth from both ends of her. Once she was thoroughly drained, she slapped the motionless woman up against the underside of her cock. Bare, slimy flesh collided with her scales, accompanied by a wet splat. Slowly, she started to stroke her paw up and down, grinding the assassin's curvy, nubile form against her shaft, relishing the soft sensation of her skin rubbing against her. Those large, cumbersome tits mashing against her delicate scales, sliding slickly over her rough bumps. She could keep this up for hours, even days. It was such a pity time was so limited, and it was about to be even shorter still.

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Cassiopeia hissed, melting another wave of minions with her miasma. She was doing her best to keep the enemy at bay. Nearly the entire base was shrouded in a thick, toxic fog. Clouds of it burst up from the ground wherever she pointed. Twisting and spinning to evade the swings of Kayle's sword while waving her arms about wildly, she added ever more toxins to the air with each frantic gesture. A particularly close call with the edge of the angel's blade cut through the leather straps that bound Tristana to her chest. The petrified yordle fell from its perch atop her twin shafts, cracking and crumbling to pieces as it struck the ground.

"Hey! That was brand new!" The naga snarled, thrusting her hand out and striking the angel in the chest with a sharp burst of magic, staggering her back.

Just a short distance away, Morgana was channelling a barrage of dark bolts into one of the towers while it was preoccupied firing at minions. Not one to fall for the same diversion again, Cassiopeia slithered her tail between Kayle's legs and coiled it around an ankle. With a sharp tug, she yanked the angel off her feet, swung her in a wide arc, and whipped her at her sister.

"Oof!" Morgana grunted as she fell, both women crumpling into a tangled heap of limbs and wings.

"Watch yourself!" "Get the hell off me!" "Well I'd be able to get off if you'd stop struggling!" "Oh you'd like that, wouldn't you?" "Shut up!" "Maybe if you didn't wear three tonnes of armour..." "Maybe if you weren't such a scrawny bitch!" "Hey, just because I like to actually embrace my feminine side..." "Oh yeah, so feminine with your dick balls deep in some skank." "Oh, you're just jealous that you're not getting any." "Yes, I'm so jealous of you and your ability to contract STDs." "ONE TIME!" "And who was it that had to heal you when you did?" "Oh fuck off!"

While the two angels bickered and struggled with one another, Cassiopeia set about clearing out the rampaging minions. Between her corrosive venom and the steady onslaught of the two towers, the task was easy enough, but damage had already been done. One of the stone statues barely stood, it's foundation battered and broken by the massive spiked fists of the super minions, while the other one crackled with Morgana's dark magic. At this point, the serpent needed a miracle...

'Your team has destroyed a turret.'

Oh! Cassiopeia grinned. That just might do it.

Finally back on their feet, the two angels turned as one. Looking back behind them, they stared far into the distance, further than their eyes could actually see, reading the mental broadcast for its origin. When they found it, their eyes widened in shock and terror.

"They've gone through the backdoor... They're in our base!" Morgana was the first to scream.

"What!? That's impossible!" Kayle beat her wings in a frenzy, taking flight. "We need to get back there!"

"Aww, what's the matter? Going so soon?" Cassiopeia raised herself up high with her tail, arms uplifted in triumph. As the last super minion fell behind her, the towering statues turned their gazes upon the angelic siblings. "And here I thought we were just starting to have fun." With a maniacal sneer, the naga brought her arms back down and the turrets opened fire.

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'Your turret has been destroyed.'

After three different alarms in so short a time, Shyvana suddenly realized she could no longer afford to keep ignoring them. She released Katarina and lifted her head, eyes closed to scan for the location of the fallen towers.

Without the dragon's paw to hold her in place, the noxian's limp body slowly careened backwards. As she started to plummet, her legs tensed and locked around the dragon's shaft. Greased with so much cum, it did nothing to stop her fall though, the length of it sliding right between her thighs as she rode down the pole. Hitting the base, her upper body fell back, arms outstretched, and landed in the white pool below with a splash. The thick sludge was so deep, so opaque that her arms vanished entirely beneath the viscous tar, leaving only her face and breasts above the surface. Though her body laid motionless, the white goop shifted and swirled around where her hands lay submerged, reaching, searching...

Shyvana seemed hardly to even notice. She couldn't believe she had been so careless as to leave the base defenseless. But who could be assaulting it, and so quickly?! She was certain she'd accounted for everyone...

"Well, looks like our playtime has to be cut short once again. A pity." Shyvana rumbled. "But you stay here now and..."

Tightening her legs around the dragon's cock, Katarina pulled herself up, out of the muck. Gooey clumps of white rolled down her back and dripped from her sopping wet hair as she lunged forward. Ripping her arms from the pool, she threw them around Shyvana's shaft and stretched herself up. There was the tiny clink of metal, and the dragon felt a sudden, painful pinching sensation just below her crown. Wincing, she looked down to find Katarina with a cum-soaked dagger in each hand, the sharp edges pressing against the wide swell of her cockhead.

"Oh come on! Don't tell me you're done already. I KNOW you've got more stamina then that." Katarina shouted. Beneath the dripping, pale mask of goo she was wearing, Shyvana could make out the most wicked sneer she had ever seen. "So let's stay right here and go another round, shall we?"

The dragon stared wide-eyed at the assassin, feeling the pinch of the knives against her most delicate nerves, and for the first time, Shyvana felt fear.

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Kayle's wings beat as fast as they could, carrying her through the sky as both turrets rained focused blasts of magic down upon her. She weaved back and forth between the arcane bursts, flying higher to put more distance between her and the towers, hoping to get more room to dodge.

Even as she ascended higher, Cassiopeia pursued her, slithering up the damaged statue. She dug her claws into cracks in the stone, dragging herself higher and using her long, coiled tail to hang on. Wrapping her serpentine body around the golem's neck, she added her magic to its, targeting the air in front of Kayle and hurling noxious blasts of poison into her path. Forced to swerve away, the angel was struck in the back by the other tower, crying out in pain as she was sent hurtling to the ground.

"You're not going anywhere!" The naga cackled, watching her fall.

Rushing forward, Morgana thrust her arms, channelling more bolts of darkness into the statue Cassiopeia was perched on. Black lines started to spider-web up the tower, rock exploding outwards from the dark cracks they formed. The statue trembled and quaked as its support started to give away, rocking the serpent above. Hissing furiously she swung her arm down, palm outstretched, and shrouded the floor in a haze of miasma that choked the fallen angel, searing her lungs.

From the nearby Nexus, small violet shrouded minions started to take shape, the summoners within calling them forth to march out and defend the fortress. Though they were still weak, their numbers were overwhelming, a small army marching, swarming over Morgana while she coughed and hacked poison from her lungs. Together, their miniscule weight pile up, until she fell backwards and screamed, buried under a pile of little purple bodies. From beneath the horde, her wings and arms were barely visible, thrashing wildly to shake them off.

'Your inhibitor has been destroyed.'

"Damnit! There's no time..." Cursing as she climbed back to her knees, Kayle barely had time to roll as the two turrets pressed their assault. A steady barrage of explosions rocked the ground behind her, pursuing and tearing up the paved terrace in her wake. Charging at full speed, she leapt into the sky, gliding on majestic wings towards the teetering tower. Hefting her weapon over one shoulder, she gripped it tight with both hands and swung with all her might. The holy blade cut through the fractured stone like paper as she sailed past, finishing the job her sister had begun. Chunks of marble broke free and plummeted to the ground as the turret finally took more than it could withstand. The violet light in its eyes shone brightly before the entire structure was rocked by an explosion of magic in its core.

Wobbling unsteadily, the serpent shrieked as the statue's head broke clean off, tumbling to the ground and taking her with it. Hitting the ground with a painful thud, she opened her eyes to find Kayle standing over her, sword upraised. Shrieking in a panic, her body rippled, slithering aside as the angel tensed and brought the weapon down, stabbing into ground where her torso had been a mere second before. Keeping low to the ground, the naga writhed along the pavement, her serpentine, S-shaped movements proving too erratic for the angel to strike. Surprisingly nimble and quick, she circled around Kayle and slithered up her body, binding her within her powerful coils. Her tail wrapped around the angel's neck, choking her while she started to apply pressure on her helm.

With a scream of rage, Morgana burst up from the pile of minions, scattering the creatures all around. Turning to the vile snake woman, she threw a blackened sphere of magic from her right hand then corrupted the ground beneath her with a flick of her left. Out of the corner of her eye, Cassiopeia caught sight of this. In one fluid motion she twisted her body around, slammed Kayle into the tormented soil, twisted again in the opposite direction and swung one of her arms down. Her claws clipped one of the minions as it fled nearby and tossed it into the air to intercept Morgana's dark binding. The small creature was left looking very confused, suspended motionless in a prison of dark magic. Striking quickly, Cassiopeia hurled a burst of corrosive venom at the dark angel and fired twin fangs of sickly green magic from her lengthy talons.

Kayle winced from the pain of her sister's magic burning through her armour. She felt the pressure on her helmet building, the snake's grip tightening. While the reptile was distracted, she gripped her coils tightly and pushed with all of her strength, popping her head right out of her helm in the nick of time. There was a sickening crunch as the golden headpiece was crushed a second later. Rolling to the side, she glared through angry, hate-filled eyes and swung her sword. Not to strike at the naga directly, but to loose a blast of crimson magic from the enchanted gem at the tip.

The angel's reckoning struck Cassiopeia in the spine and she howled in pain. Her body suddenly felt so sluggish, almost numb. Her energy drained, she whirled on Kayle as she advanced. Two could play that game. Opening her maw, she spewed a mouthful of acidic venom that engulfed the angel. It melted through her armour and stuck to her wings and legs like tar, hindering her mobility. Her charge slowed, but did not halt. Sword glowing with divine power, the judicator swung wildly, striking from a distance with bursts of holy fire.

While Cassiopeia recoiled in pain, Morgana finally saw an opportunity. Hiking her tattered dress up in her hands, she bolted towards the naga. As she neared, she outstretched a hand, fingers reaching, grasping... Her foe turned to face her, but too slowly. The fallen angel's long, sharp nails plunged into Cassiopeia's chest, right between her breasts. There was no blood, no wound, her hand simply melted into the naga's skin. Her fingers curled around the woman's very soul, taking hold of it and ripping it from her as a tether of violet energy. The snake shrieked in agony, arching her spine as such overwhelming pain the likes of which she had never felt before tore through her.

"Kayle, now!" Morgana shouted over the serpent's screeching. She held fast to the rope, shackling the naga and keeping her immobilized for her sister's approach. Above her though, the remaining turret was changing targets. It's gaze fell upon the dark angel, binding the serpent it was compelled to defend. Unaware she had even drawn its focus, Morgana was blind-sided by its attack. Blown off her feet, she lost her grip on the chain, freeing the captive serpent. Immediately, she spun back to Kayle, eyes glowing fiercely with an eerie light. The golden warrior leapt into the air, sword upraised, too late to stop, too slow to turn.

Wincing in pain and clutching at her ribs, Morgana extended a hand towards her sibling. "Never let it be said that I can't be a team player..." She wheezed.

As Kayle fell upon the serpent, she was completely engulfed, but not in stone. Enveloped in a barrier of darkness, Morgana's black shield absorbed Cassiopeia's petrifying gaze on the angel's behalf, transforming into a gray sphere of marble. A moment later, the shield shattered into a thousand tiny fragments as Kayle burst forth, unharmed. Landing atop the naga, she plunged her sword straight between the monster's breasts.

Gazing down, Cassiopeia's jaw dropped in a silent scream of agony. Around where she was pierced, her bare flesh turned a drab, stony gray. The discolouration quickly spread throughout the rest of her body as her own magic turned against her, the serpent's curse petrifying her in death. There she stood, a disfigured statue until Kayle ripped her sword from her chest. Teetering off balance, the petrified naga fell to her side, breaking into pieces the moment she hit the ground.

"Umm, Kayle? A little help!?"

Left with little time to contemplate Cassiopeia's end, Kayle turned to her sister in time to see her take another shot from the final towering statue. Sent flying by the blast, the fallen angel crumpled as she struck the pavement. Barely even able to move, she tried to crawl backwards as the turret took aim again, each burst of magic striking more powerfully than the last.

"Kayle! I could use an intervention!" Morgana cried, looking to her sister. She expected her holier-than-thou sibling to return the favour, to shield her as she had protected her. To the dark angel's shock and horror, Kayle made no move to assist her. Her sibling stood there silently, weapon in hand, a dark shadow cast over her face.

"Kayle?" Morgana's voice was pleading, another blast of magic striking her with such force that the cobblestone around her cracked and started to form a crater. Still, her sibling did nothing, said nothing. The golden warrior turned away from her, as if she couldn't bear to witness the sight.

"Kayle!" Morgana shrieked, the sky lighting up above her. Lifting her gaze, she watched as the statue fired again, more powerful than ever, then she hung her head. 'Sister, I underestimated you...' She thought to herself. For all their rivalry, their hatred of one another, she never thought her sibling actually had it in her to betray an ally.

The arcane barrage struck Morgana dead on and she let out one final screech as a flash of light engulfed her. When it dissipated, all that remained was a smoking crater, the fallen angel utterly vaporized by the blast.

Kayle clenched a fist bitterly. Though their feud was irreconcilable, she had her morals, her pride. Even if her sibling was a corrupt being, such a betrayal was an unjust death that went against her code of ethics. Her fellow angel's demise was not an act of treachery though, even if Morgana would forever see it that way, but one of duty. She was bound by guilt and remorse to ensure no harm came to Katarina, and to save her sister would have meant dropping the shield on the noxian woman. She could not do this, under any circumstances. So long as the competition continued, she would be protected.

In the end, it mattered little. If she claimed victory now, her sibling's death would not be in vain. From behind her, reinforcements were approaching. Another force of minions had finally arrived, and the super minions leading the charge rushed straight at the tower. It's focus abruptly shifted to them, and with it attention diverted from her, there was now no one left to stop Kayle from destroying it, then the Nexus.

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"What are you doing? Playtime is over." Shyvana's voice boomed, the deafening sound sending reverberations throughout Katarina's body, which in turn left her vibrating around the dragon's cock. Her massive paw wrapped around her shaft and squeezed tightly, pressing the woman to her sensitive scales. Stroking her length, she slid the assassin up her pole, her face pressing right against the sensitive glans. Lifting a bit further, she tried to slide the woman right off her dick, only to be greeted by a sharp, agonizing pain right under her crown.

"Nah, I think we should keep going." Katarina's face was passive as she spoke, showing no outward sign of emotion. She kept her arms locked tight around that staff, her hands pressing the sharp edges of the daggers right against the smooth scales. As she slid up, so did her weapons, the blades biting right into the soft spongy swell of the dragon's cockhead. They didn't even go deep enough to draw blood, just the feel of those sharp tips jabbing into her nerves like a pair of needles was enough to halt the dragon in her tracks.

"Ssssaaaaaahhhh!" Shyvana let out a reptilian hiss, cringing and relaxing her grip. "H-hey now, I think you've gotten enough of my cum for one day, no?" She sneered and flashed a mawful of sharp teeth. Using her thumb, she stroked the assassin's hair, pulling at the tangled clumps matted with slowly drying semen.

Katarina scowled. The dragon was trying to degrade her. Did she think she could disgust her into letting go? The human wrinkled her nose. She was so thoroughly drenched in musky goop, she was bound to smell like dragon jizz for weeks afterwards. Revolting as it was, she did not give in to the easy way out. Squeezing her thighs together, she ground her body up and down. That warm, slick semen let her slide easily, using her whole body to stroke Shyvana's pole.

"I'm already soaked, I think a little more wouldn't hurt!" Katarina punctuated the last word with a little nick from her knives.

Shyvana howled in pain, her visage turning fierce. "No. Get off, now!" Growing frustrated, she pressed her index claw to Katarina's back. The talon pressed right against her spine, jabbing into her sharply. Where she expected to pierce the woman's flesh, it was her nail which chipped and broke instead, leaving the assassin glowing a bright, shining gold. Yowling unexpectedly, she lifted her paw, staring in disbelief at her cracked talon.

Ignoring the dragon's hisses and snarls, Katarina pressed herself more firmly against the shaft. Her soft breasts squished against its underbelly, her wet skin sliding so smoothly across it. Pressing her face right into the little nook of the frenulum, she nibbled and kissed Shyvana's scaly flesh, teasing her sensitive bits with alternating spikes of pain and pleasure. One leg stretched out, she rubbed loose skin with the sole of her foot, tickling the tall pole, while her other leg wrapped around it, stroking up and down.

"Grraah! I don't have time for this." Shyvana growled and turned towards her base. It was a far distance to travel in a short time, but she was fast. She could still make it! She took two lumbering, clumsy steps forward and nearly fell over, her legs trembling from the pleasure coursing through her. With a roar, she clutched at Katarina and pulled again, but just as before, she found herself hesitating from the pain it caused. "Get off of me! Get off!"

"Go ahead and make me!" Katarina grinned madly and kept going. "Just know that I'll be taking the tip of your dick off with me." Her soft breasts ground flat against the dragon's staff, cushioning one of those hard-scaled ridges. As she teased that sensitive bump, she couldn't help but notice the way it made Shyvana's pole twitch. A massive glob of precum dribbled from her cum slit, rolling down the crown and landing heavily atop her scalp.

"Hhnnnngh!" Shyvana groaned, stumbling forward uneasily one three legs. "It's-it's not like it matterssss... When-when this battle ends, all-all my wounds will be healed. It-it'll be fine!" Though she still grasping at the redhead, she made no move to pull her off.

The sharp edges of those knives pressed a bit deeper into her flesh regardless, making the dragon wince and snarl. Katarina was left smirking, confident. "Now, I may be the only one around who doesn't have one, but I'm still pretty sure getting a piece of your dick lopped off is gonna hurt. A lot. Sure, you may get it back later good as new, but I imagine it's going to be a VERY unpleasant wait."

For a long moment, the two stayed still, eyeing each other in a silent, motionless game of chicken. Shyvana glared at the woman clinging to her cock, who peered right back from around it. The dragon's grip tightened, and so did Katarina's, the pinch getting more painful. Smooth scales started to crack, and the tiniest trickle of red, almost unnoticeable amidst all the white, was just starting to line the edge of one of the blades.

Huffing smoke, Shyvana released her grip and took off running. Stumbling unsteadily with every step, she screamed as she ran. "DAAAMNIIT!"

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Kayle roared as she hacked away at the final defense tower. Channelling all of her divine power into each swing of her sword, she cut through the chiselled stone like it was paper. Between her blade and the steady, pounding fists of the super minions, the turret was well on its way to destruction. Despite the steady barrage of magic it fired at the behemoths, the minions simply shrugged off its blasts, their sturdy wooden frames withstanding it easily.

Just past the tower, the enemy's Nexus began to glow. Violet light shone from the enormous crystal atop it, as the summoners used it to power the creation of yet more minions of their own.

Irrelevant, Kayle surmised. The shrimpy little creatures would pose no threat to her or the giants that accompanied her.

The angel was quickly disabused of that notion however. Summoned into being just outside the Nexus walls, the newest force of minions may still have been shrimpy, but they were certainly a threat. Like the fantasies of some exuberant child brought to life, the minions rode atop large mechanized suits. Crudely designed, they were little more than a pair of arms and legs with limited range of motion bolted onto a lanky metal frame. Still, it gave them the size and strength to match the opposing super minions. Immediately, the wooden behemoths turned against these new steely adversaries, their siege on the tower forgotten.

"No!" Kayle screamed and lashed out, searing one of the mechanized minions in a fit of righteous fury. She cursed her allies insufficient intelligence. She needed their focus, time was of the essence! Still, the giants clashed, heedless of her pleas, ignorant of her rage. The angel did her best to assist, but just like her own, the enemy's new super minions were incredibly resilient. Worse, they just kept coming. With the inhibitor in her own base destroyed, there was nothing to keep more of these mechanized creatures from coming to the aid of the others. Meanwhile her own reinforcements had trickled to a halt as they became occupied trying to defend the base from its mysterious assailant.

And in the back of Kayle's mind, yet another warning was sounding.

'Your turret has been destroyed.'

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Careening to her right, Shyvana crashed head first into a tree, toppling the pine while she fought to stay upright. Katarina was still hanging off her cock, the shaft bobbing and swaying wildly with every step. Every time she managed to build up some speed, the assassin would give her dick a little nuzzle, or stroke it with her thighs, or arch her back and grind her cushy breasts into the underside of it, and suddenly the next thing Shyvana knew she'd be teetering off balance as pleasure rocked her body. The noxian was doing a far better job of slowing her down with those wonderful teases then if she just dug her knives in and got it over with, and she knew it. Shyvana's own desires were being turned against her, but she didn't have the will to mutilate her own genitals to put a stop to it.

For her part, Katarina was having the most fun she'd had all day. A dozen orgasms were nothing compared to the thrill of bending a dragon to her will. Sometimes quite literally. Arching her back, she pulled her arms close, using her weight to bob the dragon's girth up and bend the steely length just slightly, mashing the delicate frenulum against her tits. Shyvana let out a long, drawn-out hissed and teetered to the other side, plowing into another set of trees. The fact that this reptilian bitch had tormented her so much only made her revenge now all the sweeter.

"You worthless whore! I WILL get you for this!" Shyvana howled.

"Don't tell me the big, strong dragon is having difficulty defeating a 'worthless whore'." Katarina made a faux-pout. Folding her arms around Shyvana's dick, she kissed just along the underside of her crown, licking and teasing the sensitive nerves there. She could taste more of the dragon's precum, running from the tip in rivers. Surprisingly sweet, especially compared to the bitterness of her actual semen, with just the barest hint of spicyness. Nibbling gently, she squeezed and jerked as much of the pole as she could with her legs, coaxing out more of the off-white, vaguely transparent slime. It was pleasantly warm too, and soothed her throat as she swallowed it down.

"Aaahg! Wh-what're you doing now?!" Shyvana folded her bottom lip, biting down on it with two massive fangs. Yet another heavy glob of pre-jizz pushed its way out from her cum slit, and the woman lifted herself up to bury her face in it eagerly. The dragon could feel her tongue right along the outer edge of her opening, soft, moist lips peppering her slit and teeth grazing it lightly.

"Just doing what us cock-hungry whores do. Who needs dignity, right?" Katarina felt the warm, sticky cream dribbling down her chin, running right down her neck and streaming through her cleavage. Her bare breasts were pressed right against the cockhead, smearing more cum all over its scaly surface.

"Fffuck..." Shyvana muttered under her breath, pausing her sprint to glance down at the woman clinging to her dick. She regretted it almost immediately. Why? Why did she have to be so fucking hot?!

Katarina purred, finding herself getting more into the act than she expected. This sensation... It was intoxicating. It wasn't lust or desire, it was power. Power over another living being. Noxus was a culture that prioritized strength and control above all else, usually through military might. Power came in many forms however, as Katarina's own sister could attest. This was not the type that she was personally accustomed to, but after being so powerless for so long, the feeling was incredible all the same. She had her tormentor, a bloody dragon for fuck's sake, pleading and begging to be free of her. The beast twisted and writhed, colliding with nearly every object in her path, all thanks to a little nibble there, a tickle here, and a lot of squeezing from her powerful thighs.

Exhaling a warm sigh, Katarina flattened out her tongue and licked all around the dragon's wide cockhead. Every part of her body was being put to use tormenting the reptile with pleasure. Her skin slid so smoothly along the shaft, owing to the ample layers of lube slicking her from head to toe. Even her feet were sliding over those smooth scales, caressing as much surface area as she could with her soles. One foot toyed with a thick, hard ridge, tickling it with her curled toes.

Shyvana's breath was getting heavier above her, the dragon utterly unable to control her lusts. She couldn't resist the bliss anymore than she could will her achingly hard pole to deflate. Jaw hanging open, drool steadily rolled down her chin and dripped from her extended tongue. She was taking her steps a bit more slowly now, one limb at a time, trying to stay moving in a straight line.

Well, Katarina wasn't having any of that. Throwing all of her weight to the side, she shifted the dragon's enormous cock to the right. Howling as her hard cock was twisted aside, Shyvana careened to the right as well and crashed into another tree, tripping over it as it then fell into her path. When she started to steady herself again, Katarina leaned to the other side, swaying the dragon's meat to the left. Like she was obediently pursuing a divining rod, Shyvana followed her angled cock again, smashing her horns into a boulder.

The dragon roared and Katarina grinned. They had quite a ways to go still, and a lot of things to hit along the way.

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"Agh! Will you creatures never cease!" Kayle roared, the constant swarm of automatons overwhelming her. She grew panicked as the last of her super minions fell, leaving her alone, once more the sole target for the enemy turret. It was so close though!

Beating her wings, she flew high out of range of the enemy's machines. The towering defense statue pelted her with magical bursts, but she pressed onwards. Twisting and swerving in the air to evade the blasts, using the blessings of her divine magic to heal herself when she failed and was struck. Shouting out her bottled up frustration, she swung her sword with all her might as she neared and cleaved the golem's head in two.

The violet light died in its eyes instantly, its assault ceasing. Chunks of stone began to break off and fall to the ground. Half of it's inhuman looking face tilted and fell down the side of the statue, pieces of it chipping off along the way. Smoke billowed up from cracks in the granite, and then the entire structure leaned forward and collapsed.

'Your team has destroyed a turret.' 'Your turret has been destroyed.'

No! This was impossible, how was her base falling so fast? By her count, both forces were now even, the same number of towers fallen on both sides, which meant the enemy was at her Nexus as well! She had squandered her lead frivolously battling the minions. At least she was beyond their reach now.

She turned to the Nexus. It stood there, mocking her. The bright crystal on top shone with a deep, purple light. If she could just destroy it first, then they won. That was all that mattered.

Infusing her blade with holy fire, the angel flew at the massive gemstone, swinging with all the strength and speed she possessed.

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At long, long last, Shyvana stumbled free of the treeline. Just ahead, the high walls of her base obscured her view of the action raging inside, but she was here now! She was going to make it! She could still stop the intruder, still save the Nexus.

"...aaaa...ee..." From inside the base, she could hear somebody shouting, but couldn't quite make out what they were saying.

Alas, the walls were too high to climb, even for her towering stature. Turning to the left, she scurried down the path to the entrance, following alongside the ramparts. Another torturous jolt of ecstasy rocked her, and she fell off balance. With a growl, she came to lean against the wall, resting on it for support. Bracing herself against it with one massive forepaw, she slowly stumbled down the path.

By now, Katarina had been working the dragon's prick long enough that she had found all the most sensitive parts. She knew exactly where to tease to completely knock her off her feet. Nuzzling her face right into the little nook beneath Shyvana's cocktip, she kissed along the delicate scales there. Sealing her lips against the tender flesh, pursing them to form a vacuum, she suckled and slurped all along the underside of the head. The toes of one foot curled around one of the protruding bumps further down the shaft, stroking the thick, hard ridge, while she used her other leg to do the same to the next one in line. Her smooth, tones thighs rubbed back and forth, caressing the enormous pole, smearing leftover cum all over it. Even her hands worked to massage one of the dragon's cock-ribs, keeping the knife edges threateningly close but not discomforting.

With her body pressed so firmly against the underbelly of the shaft, yet another ridge was scraping against her crotch. The rough edge ground against her slit, rubbing her sore, tender labia. It sent a shudder up the noxian's spine. She wondered if the dragon could even feel her sex rubbing against it, feel the stream of draconic semen that constantly spilled from her hole. She hoped so. The sensation of having the woman's lovebox grinding so fervently against her yet be utterly unable to plow it would likely only make the dragon's torture worse. Loathe as Katarina was to admit it though, that particular bit of teasing was more for her own pleasure. It felt nice to have some measure of control for a change, especially when her lips were so tender from the abuse they'd taken. Whenever she shimmied her hips, she felt that hard bump grinding against her lips or rubbing up against her clit just the way she wanted it to for a change.

"Almost... Almost there..." Shyvana rasped. She was so close now, in more ways than one. Turning a corner, she finally stumbled through the southern gateway.

Nearby, a sentry tower still stood guard. The intruder had forced its way in at the north end, so the statue here remained intact. Unlike the enemy's turrets, molded into the shape of fierce, draconic warriors, their defense towers more closely resembled powerful, armoured knights. They glowed with a brilliant, sapphire light instead of the foreboding purple of their opponents, but they still packed just as hard a punch. Fortunately, Shyvana had no need to worry about that, as it would only attack enemy units.

The statue's gaze fell upon the dragon as she bumbled through the entryway. As she came within its range, the stone warrior's eyes began to glow a brilliant blue, charging up to attack. Shyvana hissed and looked about in confusion. Why was it preparing to attack her?! Even transformed as she was, it should still recognize her as an ally. It should only target enemies! Enemies just... like... the one... hanging off her dick...

Just as the statue fired at her crotch, Shyvana dove forward onto her stomach, taking the magical blast to her lower back instead. She howled in pain, her tail thrashing furiously. Still detecting Katarina's presence against Shyvana's belly, squished between her solid pole and the ground, the structure fired again, and again. Digging her talons into the paved tiles of the base, the dragon drug herself forward, crawling on hands and knees as she was pelted from above. As the pain assaulted her however, she could still feel pleasure attacking her from below. Even pinned beneath the dragon's immense weight, Katarina squirmed against the underbelly of her cock, her every writhing motion tickling the sensitive pole. Even if she had allowed the tower to shoot at her unobstructed, the woman was still invincible. All Shyvana would accomplish would be to inflict even more pain on herself.

"...aaaaastaaaaaaa... ee!"

Again, she could hear the battlecry of the invader. Louder this time, closer. Just ahead, Shyvana could see a whole army of super minions clustered around something. Whatever it was, it moved between them with such speed that it was nothing more than a blur. It raced through the minions, slicing them to ribbons, then returned to attacking the Nexus. Shards of crystal and rock flew from the large structure as the assailant tore through it with all the grace and precision of a woodchipper.

Having crawled out of range of the defense statue, Shyvana rose unsteadily to her feet. The dragon was beaten, battered, bruised. Steam simmered up from cracks in her scales and blood trickled down her body from the many wounds she'd sustained so recently. She huffed smoke, her breathing ragged, but... She was so close now! Just a few more steps...

She only managed one.

Weakened and exhausted, Shyvana's knees buckled and she collapsed onto her side. "No... No more! Please! I can't take it!" The dragon howled in desperation, pleading, begging for Katarina to stop. She had never felt so humiliated in her entire life. Brought low by a puny little human, armed with nothing more than a few shards of scrap metal and a pair of tits to die for. Too drained to fight, and utterly unable to bring her raging lust under control, she was being felled by some cheap whore. Even that title was too good for her, Shyvana fumed. She was just an overgrown sex toy, a dirty cum rag... The dragon yowled again, screeching shamefully as her body was wracked by pleasure.

Mercy wasn't a term that existed in Katarina's vocabulary even on a good day, and today had been far from good. The dragon was getting no pity from her, not after everything she'd put her through. She pressed up against Shyvana's cock, pushing her whole body up and down the length of it, using herself to jerk the giant off. "What's wrong you scaly bitch?! Had enough?!" Her every breath was just as laboured as Shyvana's, pushing herself to the point of exhaustion. "Well, too bad! You wanted to fuck, so LET'S FUCK!!!" Pushing herself up higher, Katarina wrapped her arms around the dragon's tapered cockhead and gave it a firm squeeze, pressing it right up against her breasts. It throbbed and pulsated against her, the dilating cumslit pressing against her chin and gushing precum down her neck and into her cleavage.

"NnnnooOOOoooaaauuUUuunnggghhhh!" Rolling onto her back, Shyvana tilted her head upwards and let out a trembling cross between a roar and a moan. A full-body shudder ripped through her, leaving her bucking her hips fruitlessly into the air. Her cock spasmed and swelled wider, her urethral opening gaping wide as a fresh load of cum rocketed through it.

Staring straight down the hole, time seemed to slow down for Katarina. She watched the boiling tide of white rising to meet her, her eyes widening as the realization of her error dawned on her. "Oh, shi-" She didn't even have time to finish her curse before the dragon's seed struck her in the face. With all the force of a geyser behind it, the first jet of seed propelled the assassin right off the dragon's pole, launching her through the air a good twenty feet away. Tumbling head over heels as she fell, Katarina hit the ground hard accompanied by a loud, wet splat.

Shyvana bellowed as the next wad lanced out from her pointed tip, followed by another, and another. Massive blasts of white gunk spewed forth, soaking the dragon in her own jizz. The strength of her orgasm drained her of the absolute last of her energy. Flames formed and swirled around her, engulfing her completely and leaving not a trace of her visible save for the wads of spunk arcing through the air. As quickly as it appeared, the flash fire vanished, leaving behind a much smaller, much more feeble Shyvana. Having reverted to her demi-human form, she still laid there, weakly thrusting her hips into the sky, shooting globs of semen all over herself. The more volumous spurts she'd fired in dragon-form were still in the air, having shot straight up like a rocket. Falling back to earth, the enormous blobs splattered across her body, bathing the half-dragon in her own copious jizz. The bright, vibrant scarlet of her armour and the deep, unnatural blue of her skin both disappeared within a quickly forming pool of pearly white. Gasping for air, Shyvana weakly lifted her head. Ivory-coloured cream dribbled from her horns. It rolled down her cheeks, clung to her skin and made squishing noises as it infiltrated her armour. A moment later, her head dropped back into the puddle, her pupils dilated and rolling upwards. Her eyelids fluttered, and her limbs all went limp as she passed into unconsciousness.

"Maaaaaaaaaaaaaastaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh! Yi."

Groaning and coughing up yet another fresh batch of cum from her lungs, Katarina climbed onto shaky knees. She rubbed at her eyes, wiping off the thick of her latest facial and flinging the syrupy goop to the sides. Even after, she still felt the sting of the dragon's salty semen as she opened them up, and glimpsed her team's saviour.

He wore a black and yellow trenchcoat, and in each hand wielded not one, but two crimson swords. Katarina had no idea how. The combined hilts looked too wide to get a proper grip on, and the actual blades clattered together clumsily and bounced off one another. Another three swords were strapped to each leather boot, providing a trip hazard for every step he took. An eleventh, noticeably larger wide-bladed katana was slung over his back. Resting against his chest awkwardly was a large lantern, shaped oddly like an acorn and glowing with a fierce, orange light. It hung from a chain around his neck, dangling and jostling about so that the light never actually pointed anywhere relevant. And yet, somehow neither the number of swords he carried nor his taste in jewellery managed to be as ridiculous as his helmet. It was a strangely shaped piece of armour that didn't even look suitable to the human head, with a pair of goggles covering the upper half of his face. The eye piece had seven lenses on it, and yet not one of which lined up properly with his actual eyes.

Katarina just stared, absolutely dumbstruck as the clumsy-looking samurai-wannabe finished tearing through the enemy Nexus like it was made from the cheapest, shittiest paper imaginable. When she finally managed to speak, she could barely even manage actual words. "Hu- Whu- But- Just... How?"

Master Yi turned to her and flashed a knowing grin. When he spoke, his voice sounded weird, like it had a robotic filter put over it. And all he said was "Double sworeds."

Then the Nexus Crystal exploded.

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'Defeat.'

Kayle fell to her knees as that message was transmitted to her mind. She had failed. Before her, the enemy Nexus still stood. The crystal atop it was cracked and smoking. Purple lightning crackled all across its surface, but it was still functional.

Kayle's sword fell to the ground with a loud klang. In her moment of despair, the angelic warrior couldn't even keep attacking the Nexus if she wanted to. Behind her, the destroyed Inhibitor had been reformed by summoner magic, and when it had, a barrier had been erected around the Nexus, rendering it indestructible.

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'Victory!' To Katarina and her sole remaining ally, the broadcast came in a tone far more cheerful and upbeat than the traditionally emotionless, neutral sounding voice that sounded off each prior warning.

She couldn't believe it. For a long moment, Katarina just stared ahead blankly, as though it were too good to be true. Any moment, she would awake to find that she'd passed out again, that this was all just a wonderful delusion.

Not too far from where she stood now, the half-dragon was still laid out in a puddle of her own spooge. A blue aura was starting to form around her, shining a light into the sky like a beacon. Slowly, the glowing swirls of illumination started to close in around Shyvana, lifting her prone body up into the air. Then, in the blink of an eye, she was gone, returned to where she had been summoned from at the start of the battle.

One by one, the process would repeat. Wherever they could be found, both survivors and the dead alike would be illuminated and returned to their place of origin. All those who perished would be revived by the powerful magic of the summoners who brought them here. Bodies would be knit back together by the arcane, bones would be mended, flesh would be healed. All the wounds they'd received would be repaired.

The daggers she had clutched so tightly began to glow, and then vanished from Katarina's hands. No doubt they'd be needed to help rebuild Orianna. Absent-mindedly, the assassin found her empty hands wandering to her mid-section. Physical pain would be undone, but psychological trauma was another thing entirely. It was not so easily healed with as simple as a flick of the wrist and a dash of magic. And what of things that did not qualify as a wound at all, but still left a permanent imprint on one's self? Subconsciously, Katarina stroked her abdomen, her mind a web of tangled thoughts.

"H3y bby, u wnt 2 cyb3r wit m3?"

The sound of that hideously awful voice and its nonsensical gibbering snapped Katarina out of her reverie. She turned to find Master Yi approaching her. Most of his blades were discarded, but the largest one he still held tight. The handle grasped with both hands, he started to jerk his lengthy sword up and down, rapidly pumping it with his fists. He licked his lips lewdly as he did, Katarina's naked breasts reflecting in all seven lenses of his goggles.

She resisted the urge to recoil in disgust. Perhaps... Perhaps he did deserve some kind reward. Something to show her... appreciation for all of his 'hard work'. She was startled however as her skin started to glow, the same blue lights forming around her. There was little time left before she was unsummoned. If she wanted to act, she had to do it fast.

Leaning forward, Katarina reached a hand out to his face. She caressed his cheek gingerly, staring affectionately into his... Eyes? She wasn't even sure. Her fingers trailed down further still, stroking the strange man's lengthy goatee. Sweat was breaking out on Yi's brow, and he started jerking his weapon even faster, harder.

"O ya bby, jes lik dat" Yi groaned, breathing more heavily.

Katarina narrowed her eyes and flashed him a sly, sultry grin. The swirling blue lights were pulling closer now, only seconds left to act... Suddenly, the smile melted from Kat's face, transforming into a deep, hateful scowl.

Then she reared a leg back and kicked him square in the nuts.

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And with that, the game comes to an end. But wait! What about the super special mystery poll!? Well, I happen to have the final results right here...

1. Tristana - 11 Votes (4%)
   1. LeBlanc - 14 Votes (5%)
   2. Orianna - 16 Votes (5%)
   3. Morgana - 20 Votes (7%)
   4. Cassiopeia - 38 Votes (13%)
   5. Kayle - 41 Votes (13%) 1. Shyvana - 164 Votes (54%)

Wow. Just... Wow. I'll confess, I expected Shyvana to win, but I never imagined she would win by such a massive amount. But what could the poll possibly be for you ask?! Well, you'll just have to wait for the final chapter to find out.

In the meantime, feel free to give comments, criticisms, questions, etc.