Author's Note:

A continuation to my Cho'Gath and Karma story, Steamy Negotiates, but it is not just about these two. This story is over the topic of food play, some will be consensual and some not, but it is purely for fun. However, due to the nature of this, I feel it will have to be M-Rated, even if all of the chapters are not... You know, they all probably will be.

Oh well. That's part of being a fanfiction writer, you gotta adapt to your own writing. For now, let's start with something new, though perhaps not fresh as I am sure others have done this pairing in the past.

Skins used: Classic Warwick, Soraka, Nidalee, and Rengar.

Well, I did not like how I had first done this. So, I decided to edit it, make it better, and add more to it, such as Soraka's PoV. Please note, PoV does not mean exactly that, but it more of the character's specific view on what is happening and their thinking. Anyway, I hope everyone enjoys this slight edit and those who do so will accept my deepest apology for the lower-standard of work that this was before hand.

(Warwick PoV)

She was close!

She was so close he could smell her!

He felt his blood pumping, his heart racing! All he had to do was kill her! Kill her and tear out her heart for the completion of his formula!

That knowledge, and his fear of losing himself to the beast within and becoming too feral, was what drove toward her! He had to kill her! To take her heart! To complete his transformation!

She was also wounded…

And it was that scent, the scent of her lifeblood seeping out of her, that drove him so relentlessly toward her!

While the beast within him charged to the prey, the man inside wondered how she could have possibly been wounded. With all the blessings she had and the powers that she wielded, she should not have been hurt, or at least not for long.

So why was his prey hurt…?

And then, he saw her! Just past the trees!

He roared as he charged, his eyes red and unblinking, and ran straight for her.

As he did, he vaguely noticed that her right arm was wrapped in red bandages, most likely blood-soaked. By the scent of it, it was her blood, so she had been wounded and was either healing the wound or just healed the wound.

Whatever the case, he continued toward her like an unstoppable force.

In his mind, he saw himself killing her. Tearing her to shreds. Ripping the still beating heart from her chest and devouring it!

Fifteen yards separated them…

She startled, flinching at his roar.

Ten yards separated them…

She turned around to see him and gasped as she took a futile step back, bringing her left arm up as did to cast a spell no doubt… but there was no time for her magic to save her this time.

Five yards separated them… and he could see the fear in her eyes…

When his foot hit the ground one last time, when he planned to lunge at her to ensure she did not get away… he saw the strangest thing: He stopped getting closer to her. Instead, she seemed to grow a little, and then he felt a force on his ankle and leg, pulling him away from her.

A second later, he lost sight of her.

And then the world turned dark… and his mind became filled only with pain as he blacked out.

(Soraka PoV)

Soraka watched, frightened by the sight of Warwick charging straight at her, and then winced when she watched his leg catch in the rope-spring trap and collide, face first, with one of the thick barked trees in the jungle.

She lowered her left arm down from in front of her, and saw his form hanging from the ground, his arms limb as they swung freely and his forehead bleeding from the collision he took.

He was not moving and his eyes were closed, but he was breathing.

Cautiously, she approached him, slowly and quietly, and placed the index finger of her left hand on his wound. Healing magic flowed from her hand to stop the bleeding and seal the wound, but low enough so as to not awaken him.

When the bleeding stopped and the wound sealed, she took her hand from him and took a step back to further examine him, making sure he was not harmed elsewhere and in case he did suddenly wake up.

When she did, she felt a hand come over her mouth, silencing her and making her heart skip a beat from the scare. She then felt someone's warm breath on the back of her ear, and then heard the voice of the one behind her. "Is he still alive?"

Soraka let out an easy breath through her nose, relieved to hear the voice of the one who set the trap that had knocked out Warwick. Slowly and silently, still trying to slow her rapidly beating heart, she nodded her head yes.

When she did, the one behind her took removed their hand from her mouth. "Alright. Let's get him down and set everything up. Rengar should be finished with his hunt." Nidalee said as she walked into Soraka's view. She kept her voice down so as to not wake the Blood Hunter, but, as she retrieved a rag from a pouch on her hip, the healer did not think that would be a problem.

Nidalee carefully tied the rag around Warwick's mouth and snout, keeping his nose uncovered so he could breathe. When she finished, she walked toward a nearby tree and pointed to Soraka, and then to Warwick, signaling for her to catch him.

The healer took a moment to undo the bandage around her arm, the cloth having been used to stop a self-inflicted wound to draw Warwick to her, but that wound had been healed nearly twenty minutes before he showed up. She then took her position near the half-man half-wolf, placing herself underneath the Blood Hunter with her hands under his arms.

When she was ready, she nodded toward the Bestial Huntress, who smiled in return before beginning to undo the knots that held their captive suspended in mid-air.

As soon as the last knot was undone, Soraka grunted as she just managed to hold up Warwick's upper half as his whole weight was given to her in an instant. Thankfully, it did not look or sound like his legs hit the ground too hard, and she was able to keep his head up as well as keep her footing.

As Soraka held Warwick up, Nidalee walked over and undid the knot around his ankle. "Are you sure you want to go through with this? We could simply kill him and remove the threat he represents altogether." She recommended. "I know Rengar would be more than happy to do it for you." She added as she paused from her work to look up at her friend with a serious expression.

Soraka looked away as she thought. It was a difficult decision, and it was an equally tempting offer. This man had been the cause of a great deal of suffering to her, others, and had showed no signs of stopping his rampage. Killing him would be a good thing for the world, one less evil and many who would not suffer under his terror… but could she make that decision? Could she, a healer and child of the celestials, knowingly be an accomplice in the murder of another? Evil or not?

Finally, she shook her head. "Yes, we'll go ahead as we planned originally and just scare him." She finally answered. "If we do kill him, then what difference is there between me and him? I may not be the one to do it, but I would have had a hand in it." She explained.

Nidalee returned her attention to the knot. Though it was simple to undo, she intentionally took longer to do so as she spoke with Soraka. "For every life you have saved, he has taken at least a dozen, and without a second thought. You two could not be any more different." She said.

"And many of those I healed went on to fight in war and battle, killing and dying for the sake of killing." Soraka said in response.

"War is a natural thing."

"So is fear… and compassion."

Nidalee stopped at those words and looked up at Soraka.

Soraka did not look away, but smiled kindly at the huntress. "At one time, you were a little girl who was scared and alone, but then the jungle showed you compassion. Where life dwells, so will death, but from that death will come new life." She said. "And it is mercy that separates us from nature." She added.

"And what do you say about my family dying?" Nidalee asked with fire in her eyes.

Soraka's smile faded and she could not meet Nidalee's eyes as she spoke with a sorrowful tone. "We are not meant to know when our time comes or how our death will happen, only that it will come and it will happen. In that way, Nature will always remain a secret, to us and to itself." She said softly but clearly.

Nidalee watched her for a time, and then finished undoing the knot without looking before rising to her feet, grabbing Warwick by his legs as she did. "Let's get him to the spot. Rengar should be waiting for us by now." She said.

The Starchild nodded her head and, together, they started into another part of the jungle, taking Warwick with them. Though it was a challenge to carry him, it was not impossible with the two of them.

(Soraka PoV)

After a few minutes, Nidalee and Soraka arrived to their little camping spot, and it was then that they saw Rengar sitting on a log with the results of his work next to him and parts of and animal cooking over a small stone fireplace several feet away. The scent of cooking meat was evident, but it was very weak.

The campsite itself was plain, to say the least. There was a pack of supplies next to the log, an empty bucket, a mortar and pestle, several long but flat stones positioned so that they would warm up near the coals, a large stone carved out to be a long-legged table, several small coils of rope lying next to the stone but away from the coals, and the small stone fireplace for cooking. It was a small, basic camp with very little, but it was not without purpose.

Rengar rose from his place and, without a word, effortlessly took Warwick from the two women and laid him down on the stone table. He then began to tie up his legs while Nidalee walked over to the pack.

Soraka stood watching. "You're sure these mixtures of yours won't cause any permanent harm to him?" She asked as she looked toward Nidalee.

The huntress nodded her head and Rengar let out a snort. "You're better off killing him, healer. Fear will only prevent his actions for so long, and then it is he who will be inflicting it once more." He said.

The Starchild turned her head toward the Pridestalker. "We all have our ways, Rengar, and this is one of mine." She said.

Nidalee walked past her and toward Rengar, whom she could see was aggravated by the scent of the rag, as was the unconscious Warwick. "I tried to convince her of the same thing, but she is determined to see it done this way." She explained. "Will you hold him up for me?" She asked.

Rengar stood when he finished tying up Warwick's legs, making sure the ropes were not tied to the stone and loose enough to let him move when the time came but tight enough to prevent him from thinking he was not bound, and then grabbed Warwick by his throat and pulled him up.

He turned his head toward Soraka when he heard her gasp, frowned, and then moved his hand to the Blood Hunter's left shoulder. "Remind me again why we are doing this." He requested in a low growl.

Nidalee had taken out a pouch of some kind of gooey mixture from the pack and now began applying it to Warwick's arms, just before his shoulders, with a plastic-gloved hand. She was careful, even in the little light given through the trees and the fire, to try and not get it anywhere but his arms. "Because it sounded like fun, and, if he had died setting off the trap, you would have gotten his pelt." The huntress explained.

Rengar looked at Warwick's chest, and then growled before turning away when he saw it rising and falling with even, living, breath. "Waste of time and effort." He muttered.

Soraka watched Nidalee as she applied the strange goo to Warwick's arms, wondering what it was. When she moved on to the other arm, she had to ask. "What is that stuff you are putting on him, and why only that part of his arms?" She asked.

Nidalee did not look up as she continued the delicate work. "It's a special type of paralysis gel made from mushrooms Teemo usually gathers, plus a few I use for my traps. It does not paralyze, but it completely numbs the nerves, cutting off the sensory but allowing blood flow to continue." She explained.

Rengar rolled his eyes. "Once she had the idea of applying some to the base of my cock without my knowing. I had no idea what was happening until she started laughing at my expression as she rode me." He said with an angry tone.

Soraka blushed at this information and covered her mouth, her eyes wide with surprise and shock.

Nidalee giggled light-heartedly. "I was feeling playful, thought he had been a bad kitty for Snowdown, and decided to punish him." She said with a slight purr. By their expressions, it was easy to tell that Nidalee had enjoyed the event and Rengar had not.

Soraka took a deep breath to clear her blush, and then nodded her head. "And that goo will only be temporary?" She asked.

Rengar was the one to reply. "It lasts about six hours, but it will seem like ages." He said.

Nidalee rolled her eyes. "He says this knowing my hand was numb that same night for applying the goo to him." She added, and then stood. "I'm done, now to tie up his arms behind his back." She said, leaving the gloves on as she picked up a coil of rope and began tying up Warwick's arms, positioning them behind his back.

As she did, Rengar still held up the Blood hunter by his shoulder, and Soraka chose to ask another question. "Why are you tying his arms up if they're numb?" She asked.

Nidalee gestured with a tilt of her head toward Rengar. "Well, tell her." She said.

The Pridestalker finally smiled for the first time. "You're going to make it look like you've cut off and eaten his arms." He explained.

Soraka looked at him dumbly. "Could you explain?" She asked.

His smile turned into a large grin. "What I am going to do is put bone fragments from the wolf I hunted on his shoulders, along with some blood, to give the appearance that his arms have been cut off." He explained. "And then you're going to pretend that you have eaten his arms." He said.

Soraka's expression was all they needed to be able to tell she did not understand and had no idea what they were talking about. "While I do believe the illusion of him being amputated is a good idea, I do not like to eat meat." She explained.

Rengar and Nidalee turned to one another, and then both looked at her. Nidalee pointed toward Warwick with her right finger. "You do realize he would likely have eaten you like a starving animal?" She asked. "He would have ripped your throat out, tore your chest open, and then, as you choked on your own blood but still alive, and he would have started to eat your still-functioning innards." She explained.

Soraka let out a sigh. "Yes, I realize that, but I will not be a murderer; all I want to do is scare him. And what does that have to do with my dislike of meat?" She replied.

Nidalee gestured for Warwick to be let down, her job of tying up his arms finished. Rather than laying him down gently, Rengar just let go of the Blood Hunter, who let out a soft whine at being dropped, but did not wake.

"RENGAR!" Soraka said. When he turned to her, she added. "Why did you do that?" She asked.

He shrugged his shoulders. "Because I don't care if he survives this day or not." He replied with a bored tone.

Nidalee stifled a laugh when she saw the Starchild's expression, and then spoke. "Alright, enough fighting you two." She said as she began to remove the gloves and sat them in the fire pit, which swooshed a moment before returning to before. "Rengar, fix his arms. I'll place some warm coals under his back. Soraka." She began. "There's a razor and some white cream in the pack. Spread the cream over Warwick's chest and shave the hair from his chest." She added.

Soraka looked at her with a confused expression on her face. "You want me to shave off the hair of his chest?" She asked.

Nidalee nodded as she carefully gathered the warm, black rocks. "And remove his trousers." She said.

This time, Soraka blushed. "What?" She asked.

"You don't cook and eat your food when it's dressed up." Nidalee replied.

Soraka was still confused and blushing. "Well, I suppose, but why do I need to shave him?" She asked.

Nidalee smiled a sly smile. "To sample him as he cooks, of course." She replied with a purr.

Now, Soraka's face was nearly a bright red. "No no no no no! I couldn't do that! I wouldn't do that! Why would you even suggest I do such a thing!?" She asked panicky.

Nidalee shrugged before placing the coals around and under Warwick's body, waiting for Rengar to turn away and collect more bone fragments before she did. His work was easily the most delicate, and so she did not want to disturb him while he worked. "Well, you could give him a choice: offer to kill him before cooking him, and offer to let him cook alive. Oh! Maybe make him be a good boy for once in his life." She said.

Soraka thought about this, her face still red with blush, as she stepped toward the pack and looked inside of it. After a short time, she found the razor and the cream, white in color as Nidalee had said, and started toward the other two.

She waited until the two of them were finished with their jobs, and then, with Nidalee's help, began to shave the Blood Hunter's chest free of hair. Though shaving was something she had never thought about, she found it to be simple.

After several minutes, and while Rengar cooked the limbs from the wolf he had killed earlier, the two females finally finished.

Soraka could not help but stare at Warwick's well-toned and muscular chest. If they were not enemies as they were, she would have thought of him as a handsome creature, but then she remembered that there was likely no hope for him to be anything other than the monster he looked like.

She shook her head, and then looked to Nidalee and Rengar. "He's tired up, naked, shaved, unconscious still, his arms are numb, and it looks like we're about to cook and eat him. Now what?" She asked.

Rengar held out one of the four wolf limbs to Nidalee, who accepted it with a smile, and another to Soraka, who reluctantly accepted it. "Now, Nidalee and I will leave, watch from afar in case something goes wrong, and you will have to act." He explained.

Nidalee torn off a small piece of meat and nodded her agreement. "Put on a good show, and don't forget to make him feel special. After all, you are going through all of this effort." She said.

Soraka let out another sigh. "I will think about it." She replied.

With that, Rengar took the third limb of the wolf and started into the tree. "He should think the two limbs left are his. I've left enough bones to be sure of it." He said.

"Should?" She asked.

"That depends on how well your acting is." He replied.

As they left, Soraka fished around inside the pack again for the rest of the things she needed, as well as something to smother the fire after she burned the cloth that had bandaged her arm and the rag around Warwick's mouth.

Minutes after she removed it, from what Nidalee had told her, he would wake up, and it would be best for her to put the gag on him immediately after removing the cloth.

(Warwick PoV)

Soothing…

Warm…

And… slimy?

He felt something soothing course through his whole body.

He felt warmth all around him, warming his fur and the skin and muscle underneath.

And he felt something slimy being applied to his bare chest, almost like it was being brushed onto his skin.

Shaking his head to clear his foggy head and regain his senses, he was able to detect the scents of smoke, cooking meat, blood, and something else. He blinked his eyes, his vision cloudy and hazy, and then he heard the voice of a female.

"Oh, you're awake."

He turned his head to the voice, and then growled, which was difficult to do for some reason, and thrashed in some kind of binding toward the source. His target, however, did not even flinch.

"I was hoping to be finished before you woke up." She said as she raised a piece of meat to her mouth and tore off a bite with her teeth.

It was Soraka, the one he had been so sure he was about to catch and kill before he blacked out. He glared at her, his eyes spotting her once bandaged-covered arm. The limb was undamaged, most likely healed while he was out.

His eyes were then drawn to what it was she was eating. It looked like the cooked limb of a-

"How long has it been since that day you came to my grove? Do you remember what happened that day?" She asked before taking another bite of the meat in her hand.

He glanced back to her face, growling hatefully toward her, and noticed a mixed look of displeasure and sorrow on her face.

With his human mind overriding his feral instincts at the moment, he realized this was the first time he had ever seen her eating meat, or at least meat that appeared to be cooked so… fresh. As far as he could recall, she did not like to eat meat, preferring fruits and vegetables, so why was she eating meat now?

"You lied to me back then, saying that your wife had been killed." She began, retelling the story of how they had met, back when he was a collector of experiments and she was an untouchable celestial being.

Despite his best efforts, he could not speak past whatever it was that was in his mouth. All he could do was growl and glare at her, which he did both.

"I kept you alive, healing your wounds that would have killed you many times over, when those men attacked you. When I finally attacked them, and broke the link I once held with the celestial, you repaid my kindness and sacrifice by stabbing me in the chest." She said, never once taking her eyes away from his.

She closed her eyes for a moment, and, when she opened them again, she narrowed her eyes into a glare. "Later, I found out why you wanted to kill me." She said, and then tore off a larger bite from the meat.

She chewed it twice, and then swallowed before dropping the rest of the limb onto something. Almost instantly, the scent of burning meat caught in his sensitive nose (or snout), causing him to shake his head in displeasure.

"Today, I am going to do to you what you were going to do to me if you had caught me hours ago." She said.

"Hours ago?" He thought to himself. He had been out for hours?

She turned herself away from him and retrieved a mortar of smooth wood with a brush in it. She stirred the brush in the mortar for a few seconds, and then brought it out. By the smell and look of it, it was some kind of sweet sauce.

She then moved it to his chest and began applying the sauce to his bare, hairless chest.

His eyes widened. She had shaved his chest!?

He turned his head to the left, and saw bone procuring from his shoulder where his scapula was, but nothing else of his arm. (The bone that connects the arm to the shoulder was what I was going for with the scapula)

Beginning to panic, he turned his head to the right to find the same sight.

When he looked back to Soraka, he saw that she was applying a good amount of the sauce to his chest, just over his racing heart. He could almost see it beating through the muscles of his chest.

He realized then that he was completely naked, his leather armor and burlap clothing discarded, and noticed that the air appeared to be shimmering slightly as though it were heated.

Between the panic of realizing his arms were missing, the majority of his front shaved free of hair, and the steadily increasing heat, he was in constant conflict with his two sides. His feral side was in a frenzy of confusion as it tried to escape, while his human side worked to make sense of what was happening and why it was happening and trying to calm the feral side.

And then, in the middle of this inner conflict, she placed a thin, flat rock on his chest. It was not so large that it was hurting him, but it was heavy enough that he would have to exert more effort than he was currently able to in order to get it off him. It was also warm, heated even, which made him produce a whimpering whine-like tone.

"You may not have a preference to your meals, but I prefer my meat cooked." She said in response to his whine.

He paused at those words. Was she really cooking him!?

He eased his thrashing and moving.

Just a moment again, was that his limb she was eating before... his arm!? If he really had been out for hours, that would have given her plenty of time to tie him up, cut off his arms, cook them, and eat at least one.

A moment after this thought, he began to thrash and move around once more, trying to escape.

Suddenly, a painful shock was sent throughout his body, causing him to yelp loudly as he felt something tightly and mercilessly grip his groin.

With great effort, he looked up, past the flat rock, to see Soraka gripping his penis in her hand. With cold, careless eyes, she began to stimulate him, bending and stroking it, pleasuring him and hurting him, before she stopped and turned those normally warm, gentle eyes to his.

"I am going to cook you and eat your heart, and leave whatever I do not finish for the animals of this jungle. I will leave it up to you to decide how I will kill you." She began, and then started stroking his red, pulsing manhood. "I can make it pleasant for you, and kill you before it becomes too painful." She added as she stroked him with her soft palm.

As he began to relax a little, she bent his manhood with her index and middle fingers over her thumb. He yelped loudly as she held him like this, the unexpected pain causing his whole body to go ridged and shake slightly. "Or, I can make it as painful as possible and let you be cooked alive." She hissed.

When she finally let up and loosened her grip, she began to very slowly stroke him between her index and middle fingers. "If you keep thrashing, it will be the painful option." She said.

Warwick's thrashing ceased and his only movements became that of his breathing and his head moving so he could watch her, mostly glare at her as he breathed through his forced-opened mouth.

Finally, Soraka smiled. "Good boy." She hummed before wrapping her fingers around his penis and began to stroke him in a more pleasant manner, even using her thumb to massage the head.

As she did this, she unintentionally calmed his feral side, allowing Warwick to think of a way out of this situation.

His arms were removed, he could tell that by glancing to his left and right, the nerves either healed or burned to prevent him from bleeding out. He could feel his legs, but they were bound together. By the way he felt, it was like she had sat him down on a short table, tied his legs together, and then laid him down on his back, which would explain how she had such access to his groin. He suspected that she had laid him on some kind of a hard, bumpy bed.

Moving slightly, hopefully to make her think he was enjoying her treatment more than he was frightened by the reason for her actions, he found that it felt like he was on a bed of small, warm stones; either coal or smooth rocks.

If he was really on a bed of coals, so to speak, then that would explain why he felt so warm on his back, but what was keeping it warm? A fire underneath?

All of a sudden, he felt her remove her hand from his manhood.

Curious, he looked up, unintentionally whining at the loss of pleasure, and watched her stand. After cleaning her hand, which was covered in his pre-cum, with a rag, she lifted the flat stone off of him, grunting softly as she did, to reveal his medium-rare cooked chest; to his shock and her silent delight.

Smiling, she dropped the stone onto the ground beside her, discarding it for either later use or done with it entirely, and leaned her head down to his chest. She even side-stepped so that her horn would not be within reach of his mouth to prevent him from fighting back.

Half-crouching over him on his right, her head one or two inches from his chest and the fingers of her right hand wrapping around his penis, now erect from her earlier stroking, she began to lick his right nipple.

He shuddered, his body reacting to the stimulus of her hand and now her tongue. As much as he wanted to get away, his feral side desired to stay and be pleasured by the blue-skinned woman doing just that. He didn't even notice he had begun to pant and his manhood pulsing even more as she continued.

"You're getting excited, aren't you?" He heard her say in a tone a little louder than a whisper.

He made a sound like a sigh as he tilted his head upward to see her, but then leaned his head back down when she engulfed his nipple into her mouth, suckling and chewing on it lightly.

As she did this, he felt a climax coming, his groin twitching from the stimulus being forced upon him and the sheer amount of pleasure she was giving him. He felt her move, her mouth leaving his right nipple, and felt her tongue trailing among his chest until she reached his left nipple. She flicked the nub twice, and then engulfed it into her warm, wet mouth as he felt her left hand began tweaking his right nipple; the thumb and index finger lightly gripping and pinching the nub.

She continued to do this, suckling and chewing his left nipple, pinching and tweaking the right with left hand, and stroking his penis with her right hand as she massaged its head with her thumb… until-

He let out a long, loud yelp as he came, a string of hot cum shooting out of him like a cannon. As he came, she bit down on his nipple and pinched the other, tightening her grip on his penis slightly as she did, and let him finish his orgasm.

After nearly a minute, his orgasm and spasms finally ceased, and he began to pant. He then felt her once more remove herself from his chest. "Finally." He heard her say.

Weakly, he lifted his head to see her move to his hips, and then crouched down in front of him.

He felt her lips wrap around his manhood, felt her began to suck and bob her head up and down his flaccid length, and watched as her horn rose and fell with the bobbing. As she did this, he felt her chewing on his limp penis, which made him whimper from both pain and pleasure, and three times bite down, her teeth stinging but not biting through the skin completely.

He even grew hard inside her mouth again, his cock growing in size and thickness to before he had cum.

But she soon stopped, and then pulled herself away from him, making a POP! sound when she removed him from her mouth and a slurping sound as she sucked in the air to keep his cum in her mouth.

She then rose and picked up the mortar again. Using her left hand to hold it and her right to keep her hair out of the way, she appeared to intentionally let him watch as she let his cum fall out of her mouth and into the mortar, joining with the contents already inside it. She even closed her mouth and sloshed around some saliva to make sure all of it was out of her mouth before spitting the rest into the mortar.

Finally, she began to mix it all together.

As she stirred this mixture, she glanced to him once and, seeing his confused and tired expression, spoke. "I wanted some of your cum as a secret ingredient for the sauce. As disgusting as it is, it does add a personal touch." She explained blankly. She then glanced once more to him. "And a personal taste."

All he could do was pant from exhaustion, his manhood sticking up like a lightning rod, and his back still warming from the stones underneath him.

When she finished stirring, she sat the mortar down in a place he could not see and stood up. She took a few steps away, and then turned back to him. "I need to get a bucket of water, and then I will return. Since you've been good, when I get back I'll slit your throat and wait for you to die before gutting you and seasoning your corpse." She explained. "Now stay there and cook." She added before she bent down to pick up a bucket.

She then started walking away from him, and into the woods.

(Warwick PoV)

A minute later, when he was sure she was gone; he began to move his legs, testing to see how they were bound. To his surprise, she only tied his legs together, but not to anything to keep him in place.

He then rolled himself over to his left, acting quickly to catch himself on his legs, and silently began hopping away.

As he did, with understandable difficulty but not enough to make him fall, he worked his jaw, trying to undo whatever it was that she had done to him. With his inner beast still tired out, that left his human side in full control, and hopefully it would remain like that until he was away from the crazy healer.

He still could not believe what she had done and what she had intended to do to him! She was really going to eat him! And she really did cut off his arms and eat them! In front of him no less!

To say he was angry would be an understatement, but he was also terrified of her now. All this time he had thought she would be easy prey if he got her alone. For so long he had waited and planned for this moment… and now it had cost him dearly.

If he could make it somewhere, get help from someone, he could return to Zaun and have new arms made for him, even grow back his own. All he had to do was get away.

Finally, he managed to bite through the mussel that had kept his mouth open for so long. It was a strange choice of mussel, but its design was most likely used to keep pets quiet as it prevented them from barking and forced them to take unwanted medicine; or in his case, prevent him from speaking.

With his mouth free, he began to curse and swear his vengeance… or he did until he heard something from behind.

"WARWICK!"

It was her! She was back from getting that water.

"I WILL EAT YOU ALIVE!" She shouted, closer this time.

She was looking for him, and her legs were not bound like his.

Like a terrified animal, he began quickly hopping, fleeing for his life!

Silently, he prayed to all the gods and faiths he knew of, hoping one would keep her from him and help him escape!

He had to get away! He had to keep running from her!

Suddenly, the most feared hunter and collector of humans and animals was reduced to a fleeing, cowardly, near to tears, scared little puppy as he did his best to put as much distance as possible between himself and his purser.

After a few minutes, Soraka let out a sigh and leaned back, coming to set on a log. She turned her head and began searching through the things she had brought until she found a small tin cup.

After filling it with water, she began to drink it down hungrily, enjoying the refreshing taste of the fresh spring water.

As she did, she heard something approach and stopped. She tensed, not knowing what to expect, but then relaxed when she saw who it was.

Emerging from the brush was Nidalee and Rengar, both with smiles on their faces. Seeing their smiles made her smile as well, and she moved her hands to her lap. "How'd I do?" She asked.

Rengar shook his head as he crossed his arms over his chest. "You should have killed him when he woke up, and let him know who the better hunter was." He said.

In response, Nidalee punched his shoulder, hard, a small glare on her face.

He flinched at the blow and took a step away from her to recover, and then, after seeing the look on her face, turned his head away with his eyes closed. "You did alright." He said. "...for an amateur." He added.

Nidalee rolled her eyes before looking to Soraka, smiling as she did. "He was hopping away as fast as he could run, and his legs were still tied up." She informed with delight. "And just in time too. The vine around his arms were becoming loose. I'd say they were almost completely burned away." She added.

Soraka's smile grew at this information. "Thank goodness. I was afraid he might have still been tied up through the night." She said.

Soraka, with Nidalee's and Rengar's help, had come up with a plan to give Warwick a taste of his own medicine, and hopefully make him leave her alone.

Nidalee would set up a trap for Warwick that would knock him out, provide the necessary herbs for her to use to make a cooking sauce and keep him from harming her, and give her directions to a location with a nature, and small, access to coal and smooth stones. Rengar would hunt for wolves to provide meat and bones to give the illusion that Soraka had cut off, cooked, and eaten Warwick's arms, and he did a masterful job of tying up the Blood Hunter, shaving him, and making it appear that he was missing his arms.

Finally, Soraka would play the role of bait and pretend to have been the mastermind behind the whole thing. Personally, she had been worried about their plan, but, as they relayed the details to her, she felt better about the plan and its execution.

The Starchild filled her cup with water from the bucket once more, and took a drink before speaking. "Thank you both for your help, and I can only hope this will make him more hesitate about attacking me in the future." She said.

Nidalee placed her right hand on her hip and nodded. "I thought it was a good show." She said, and then looked over to Rengar and purred. "Purrr-haps we should do something like this? I've always wondered what you'd taste like." She added with a seductive ring.

The Pridestalker turned his head to her and narrowed his eyes, well eye. After a second, he licked his lips, smiling as he did. With a quick motion, he slapped her ass, his claws digging in softly to her flesh and causing her to make a gasping-purr. "Only if I get a slice of that tender rump of yours." He said playfully.

Soraka let out a sigh, causing the two of them to look at her. "I refuse to partake of any more of this kind of thing." She said.

The two stared at her, looked to one another, and then back to her. At the same time, they both smiled wickedly.

Soraka's smile instantly faded at the sight of theirs.

Nidalee then began to step toward her, swaying her hips as she did. "Come now. This was all your idea, and we're just… amateurs compared to you." She said seductively. "Won't you give us from some... pointers?" She purred when she stopped, a mere two feet from the tall, blue-skinned healer.

The Starchild took a step back, away from the hunter and huntress. "No, I really should be going." She said as she continued to back away. When she was several feet away, she turned and quickly started away. A second later, she broke into a run.

Pouting, Nidalee puffed up her cheeks before letting out a loud sigh. She then smiled and turned to Rengar. "Well, would you like to spend the night at my place tonight? I have a wonderful idea for a new desert, but I need someone to taste it for me." She said.

Rengar smiled at the huntress. "And what would that be?" He asked.

Nidalee stepped toward him, and then leaned toward his ear, standing on the tips of her toes to whisper into his ear. "Think of it as a hunt. You have to experience it firsthand."

Author's Note:

Yep. Warwick got the short end of the stick here. Please note, however, that I will be using both genders of champions for food play, maybe even sometimes both or all of the ones in the story for such a thing. For now, I think this one went well, and I had a lot of fun writing it.

Anyway, I hope those of you who read this will have enjoyed it too. Now to work on other stuff, like getting my job's license.