"Ngggh…"
Riven groans as she wakes up.
With almost no recollection of the past few days, she finds herself in a dimly lit room. Struggling to sit up on the thin mattress she lies on, she tries to get a bearing of her surroundings. A small group of candles in the corner illuminates the otherwise pitch black room. No windows to let any light in, no doors to provide any escape. Exhausted, she falls back down onto the bed.
Glimpses of yesterday surface into her mind. Tall structures blasting beams of light; figures running in a forest, fighting with all different types of weapons. Yes, Riven remembers. A battle on Summoner's Rift. A common place to find a champion of the League.
As her mind starts to shake itself from its grogginess, her eyes adjust to the darkness. Stone walls surround her on all sides. Shadows of furniture come into view: a small nightstand by her bed, and a mirror on the opposite side of the room. Squinting, a door appears across from her. Again, she struggles to sit up. Now that she sees an exit, the only thing entering Riven's mind is leaving this place. There's something familiar that suggests that she is in a bad situation.
However, once more, she falls back onto the bed. Panicking, she suddenly knows why she can't leave: her wrists are bound by chains attached to the headboard. The weight of the chains suggest any attempt to break free would be futile. Her mind racing, Riven locates in her mind the source of the unnerving familiarity of her surroundings. It resembles a Noxian cell, a place she only found herself in once before. During her time before the League, she worked independently to strike back against the country that had abandoned her. She was caught infiltrating the mansion of an important Noxian official, crucial to the war efforts against Ionia. Imprisoned in a cell, she was able to escape by tricking a guard. But the experience was anything but pleasant. Little to no food, water, or light. It was almost torture.
Unlike that previous experience, however, Riven cannot remember doing anything worthy of imprisonment. The memory leaves her mind as she desperately tries to formulate an escape plan. The chains are the first obstacle. Luckily, she is familiar with the type of lock. Pulling a pin from her hair, she begins picking the lock, glancing at the door every few seconds for any sign of someone entering.
Yes!, she thinks, as her right wrist falls free from the chain. Now that one hand is free, unlocking the other will be quite easy. But just as she is about to finish, the door slams open. Startling her, Riven drops the pin. Shit, out of reach now… She attempts to hide the fact that one of her arms is free, slipping her wrist back into the brace that once held it.
She looks towards the entrance and sees her captor. A familiar face stands before her; a fellow champion of the League. A large, rugged man, dressed in armor enters the room. He sets his large axe, almost as large as Riven's own sword, down by the doorway. Darius, the Hand of Noxus, approaches her. While not exactly expected, Riven would have guessed that it would be a Noxian to do this to her. Katarina, Leblanc, Draven, Talon… Darius was just another agent. Silently, he walks towards her and…
As he swings the door open, Darius looks upon his captive. The first thing he notices is that one of her wrists is free and she immediately tries to hide the fact. He didn't expect Riven to be so resourceful; he would have to check the chains after she leaves. Entering the room, he knows that neither he nor the woman in front of him can escape the events that will unfold. She is beautiful, though, he thinks, looking at her silky white hair and smooth skin. And that costume is rather amusing.As a twinge of hesitance enters his mind, he remembers his orders…
"Darius, the commander would like to see you." The secretary leads him to two large double doors, and upon opening them, he sees Swain. A trusted ally and friend, Darius sits in the chair across from him.
"I trust you've found an important mission to carry out?" Darius asks. He finds the matches on the Rift to be trivial, boring, and worst of all, unchallenging. He'd been asking for a mission for weeks now, one that would help restore Noxus to its former glory.
"Actually, yes. I do have a mission for you to carry out." Swain smirks. "One only you can complete…"
An arrogant look appears on Darius' face. Any praise the Hand of Noxus receives goes straight to his head, especially from such a famous and close ally as Swain.
"Before joining the League, we researched every champion's history. You and I know almost everything about everyone. You recall Riven?"
"Yes," Darius says through gritted teeth. A coward, she fled from Noxian ranks after a battle against Ionian forces. Abandoning one's comrades in the face of death was unlike the poster child of Noxus, but I guess she was faking it all along, Darius thinks. Weakling.
But before her self-imposed exile, Riven often caught his eye. As a child of Noxus, he found her to be beautiful and strong. It wasn't just her physical strength – she was incredibly strong-willed. Shaking these thoughts from his mind, Darius redirects his attention towards his ally.
"Riven's become quite popular recently. Almost every summoner in the League is requesting for her to be in their matches," Swain continues. "Her rejection of Noxian ideals is spreading because of this, and many are sympathizing with her. We need to do something about it."
"She is no match for me. I can humiliate her in battle in almost any way," Darius responds. In almost every match he plays against her, she falls to his axe.
"Yes…" A thoughtful look comes over Swain's face. "I think a humiliation is the best way to put her in her place." Darius gets up to leave, knowing what he must do.
"But not in battle," Swain continues. Darius stops in his tracks, confused about the objective of his mission.
"I rarely have any interaction with her outside of matches. What else can I do?"
"Violate her."
A silence hangs in the air.
"Excuse me?"
"You heard me. Violate her."
Darius stares into Swain's cold, calculating eyes. Judging by the look on his face, Darius knows this is no joke. A test of loyalty perhaps. But such a reckless and crude method is not typical of Noxian ideals. Thoughts, excuses, and responses race through Darius' mind, but none can come out. He knows that if this incident ever became known, it wouldn't be just Riven who would be humiliated. His reputation as a fierce warrior in battle would forever be stained. However, Swain is an important ally, and a refusal of a mission would break that trust. A trust that he so badly needs to help the rise of Noxus. It's not as if Riven was that bad of a prize either; while her beauty made her an object of desire for many, her aloofness, determination, and stoic personality made her unattainable.
"Yes, commander."
Darius leaves the room with conflicted thoughts.
Silently Darius walks towards her and sits on the bed, staring at her. Riven stares back, bewildered. She examines his face, trying to find any sign of emotion, but Darius' face is blank. Standing back up, he goes to light a torch that illuminates the room.
Now, Riven can see the entire room. What she thought was a Noxian cell is anything but that. The bed she lies on is far more luxurious than the one in her previous cell. The furniture in the room is finely crafted. While only a few candles were lit in the corner of the room, she can see that there are many more unlit ones. Darius goes around the room, lighting each of them.
More aware of her surroundings, Riven becomes confused. There are rose petals scattered on the bed. Once Darius finishes lighting the candles, he blows out the torch, and the room's ambiance suddenly becomes far more… romantic. The word pops into her mind. She can feel Darius' eyes all over her.
And for the first time, Riven realizes what she is wearing. She does not find the familiar and comfortable Noxian armor on her body, but a skintight black suit that shows off every curve of her body. Glancing at the mirror, she sees her reflection. Her eyes run over herself, and along with the black suit is a pair of white bunny ears on her head. She looks up angrily at Darius. Riven is enraged by the arrogant expression she finds on his face.
"How DARE you do this to me?! You do know that harming a fellow champion outside of the Rift goes against the rules of the Institute? When they find out about this, you'll be expelled and…"
"And what?" Darius laughs. "I'll be expelled, and they'll know that you, Riven, were captured and made to look like… this? Riven, a champion with such a dark past, with such determination and motivation for vengeance?" Riven almost hears admiration in his voice. She looks away, blushing, aware of the position she is in. "Not even a single summoner will want you in a match."
Riven knows what he says is true. "So what do you want from me? You've clearly risked a lot to bring me here."
"Oh, this isn't about my personal gain. But it does have to do with what we have in common," he replies.
"We have nothing in common. You and I are completely different people," Riven states matter-of-factly.
"Both soldiers of Noxus. Or, ex-soldier in your case."
"So?"
Darius sighs. "So, you've become pretty popular these days. Your match history is one of the largest in the League, and people are starting to sympathize with you. Noxus' popularity is declining."
"That's Noxus' fault," Riven scoffs. "Your little leaders and tacticians lost sight of what strength truly is, and-"
Riven is cut short by a large hand grasping her throat, threatening to strangle her. Darius' face looms over her. "If you ever speak ill of Noxus again, it'll be the last thing you say." Riven glares back at him, almost unable to breath. As he releases her, she coughs, gasping for air.
Darius continues, "So to fix that, we're going to…" He looks at her thoughtfully. "… put you in your place. And every time you see me, or another Noxian, you'll remember what happened today. And maybe you'll be a little more hesitant to go against the most powerful nation in Runeterra."
Riven realizes what he means, and as he approaches her, she swings at him with her free arm. But Darius is huge compared to her, and grabs her wrist with ease. "Tsk tsk tsk, someone's been a bad girl, trying to leave her room…" Darius sneers, as he locks her back into place.
"Let go of me! You pervert," Riven screams. "If no one wants to summon me after this, then you'll be in the same position if they know you're a rapist."
"That might be true," Darius considers. "But you need the League more than I do. I have somewhere to return to; you don't."
Riven knows this sad truth, and as it enters her mind, Darius makes an advance towards her. He looks at her with hungry eyes, as an animal does before it pounces upon its prey.
Darius forces Riven's legs open, spreading them wide apart. In the position she is in, lying on her back, she offers little to no resistance. His hand immediately goes to the entrance of her vagina, teasing it through the sheer black material she wears. She squirms and moans as the first signs of pleasure course through her body. She glares at him angrily, and frees one of her legs to kick Darius away. But her slim figure is no match for him, and he spreads her legs as quickly as he did seconds ago. "Let's make this easy,
shall we?
As Darius continues to stimulate her, Riven can feel her wetness beginning to leak through her suit. A blush runs across her face. She looks away, trying to ignore what is happening to her. Darius forces her to look, turning her head. As Riven turns to face him, he forces his tongue into her mouth, exploring it to its fullest extent. Despite her best efforts, Riven begins to reciprocate, intertwining their tongues together. The heat of her breath, and the juices that are starting to run over his hand, makes Darius harder than he ever though possible.
Riven finds that she has actually been spreading her legs on her own accord, welcoming Darius' fingering of her womanhood. She only wants this to be over; she thinks any more resistance will only make this ordeal longer, and more difficult.
Darius smiles at the control he has over his captive. Ripping a hole between her legs in the suit, he reveals Riven's wet pussy, and her eyes go wide when she feels it against the cool air. Breaking away from the kiss, she whimpers, "S-Stop, you've already- ah!" She moans as he shoves two fingers into her tightness.
"Oh? For all that talk of rape, you seem pretty willing." Darius proceeds to extract her juices, thrusting his fingers in and out of her. His fingers are actually quite thick, and two alone are enough to stretch Riven's pussy. He resumes the kiss, forcing his face towards hers once again.
Riven's heart is full of conflicting emotions: fear, anger, and reluctance, but also lust and desire. She moans and mewls into his mouth every time his fingers enter her slit. She looks down, seeing her juices pool onto the mattress between them. The pleasure in her body is slowly and steadily mounting.
For Darius, this has become more than just a mission. Any reluctance or hesitation he had before is replaced by a burning need for sex. Aware of the beautiful woman in front of him, all thoughts of Noxus exit his mind. There is nothing in his life at the moment except bringing Riven to climax.
"Oh… Oh… Please no… stop… please…" Riven is nearly overcome by pleasure, and can't even form complete sentences. But while her mind says stop, her body only wants more. She adjusts her hips so his fingers can reach even deeper inside of her. Darius continues his conquest of her womanhood, pushing yet another finger inside of her.
Riven becomes short of breath, her moans becoming higher and more frequent. He realizes her climax is imminent, and picks up the pace of his stimulation. Suddenly, Riven screams out and arches her body against him, her eyes rolling back into her head as she cums. To Darius' surprise, and hers as well, her essence squirts out of her pussy, spraying onto the mattress. As she finishes, she looks away, blushing heavily, shameful that he was able to bring her such pleasure. "Y-You'll pay for this, I-I promise, once I g-get out of here I-I'll-"
Riven's empty threats are cut off as his lips meet hers. Once again, their tongues explore each other, only looking for more. Darius' hands leave her vagina, and Riven whimpers in protest as she suddenly feels empty again. But he is far from done with her body; by the end of the night, he is sure he will have his way with her. In every way, for as long as possible, he vows.
Darius finally strips off his heavy armor, his hands leaving Riven for only a moment as she gets a chance to catch her breath. But as soon as he is done, he immediately returns to the task at hand.
He pulls down the front of her suit, exposing her breasts. Darius' hands cup them, fondling them to his heart's content. "Stop t-that, please…" Riven pleads. "Y-You'll make me c-cum again…"
"And that's exactly what we both want." Darius' mouth goes straight to her nipples, rolling them on his tongue, alternating between both of them. Riven's moans get louder as she feels the wetness of his tongue stimulating her sensitive regions. Part of her is happy that her hands are unable to roam his body, but part of her isn't.
Her thoughts are interrupted by his fingers plunging deep inside of her womanhood yet again. This time, Riven can feel herself cumming much more quickly and intensely than before, as the oral stimulation of her breasts proves too much for her to handle. "Darius!" She screams out his name as her juices once again squirt out to form an even larger puddle between them. She gasps heavily, trying to catch her breath. The sweat on her body makes it shine in the candlelight, and their activities have made her tired.
"Yes?" Darius responds, with yet another arrogant smirk on his face. Riven becomes angry again, furious that he is so casual about putting her in such an embarrassing and shameful position. She tries to compose herself. "I-I think you've made your point. Please, let me go and I'll consider not taking any actions against you-"
"Oh, we're not done here yet." Darius' head suddenly disappears from view, lowering to her pussy. Inhaling her scent deeply, he licks along the length of her wet slit before entering her with his tongue. The feeling of his mouth on her pussy drives Riven crazy, and she wants more. "N-No!" she whimpers. But her body betrays her, and her hips begin to pump back and forth to match the rhythm of his licking. Once again, the pleasure slowly mounts, and Riven knows her climax is inevitable and fast approaching.
Riven's hip movements tell Darius that despite her pleas, she is very much enjoying what he's doing to her. Her juices leaking from her womanhood taste almost sweet, and he does his best to not waste any of it. Her moans are the most erotic sounds he has ever heard, and his engorged member becomes even harder in response.
Riven can feel the pleasure in her body travelling downwards to her pussy, and her grinding against Darius' face increases in pace as she feels herself about to release. Darius picks up his pace, eager to make her come once again. Riven's cries become louder and even more high pitched. He pulls out his tongue and forms circles around her clit. All of a sudden Riven's legs clamp around Darius' head. Her cum sprays onto his face as her moans echo throughout the room.
This time, Darius notices a pattern: Riven's climaxes become longer, more frequent, and much more intense as the stimulation continues.
She finally releases his head from the vice grip of her legs, and this time, Riven can barely breath. The physical exertion of sex has taken a toll on her body, and she feels as if she cannot have another orgasm even if she tried. Darius lays back, also catching his breath. She hopes that this pause marks the end of her ordeal. "You've humiliated me far enough. You've driven me to… unimaginable pleasure against my will and… made me enjoy it. Let me go… Please…" she begs.
Darius' plans, however, include anything but stopping. He knows exactly what he wants right now. "You've been using your mouth way too much, asking to leave and to stop. I'm tired of it." He unlocks her from the chains. Exhausted, her arms fall from above her head. All Darius sees before him is a piece of flesh to use to his liking, ignoring her tiredness.
Grabbing ahold of her, he pushes her limp body onto the floor. Riven is much too weak to even feign resistance. Taking her head in his hands, he forces her up onto her knees and, in one swift motion, pushes his manhood deep into her mouth.
Riven's eyes widen at the sudden feeling of Darius' cock entering her oral cavity. Never before has she had anything this large in her mouth, and with only half of it in, she begins to gag. With tears in her eyes and whimpering in protest, she looks up at Darius' face. Instead of seeing any pity or remorse, Riven knows that her time with him is far from over.
Darius' mind is only occupied by the oral stimulation from the woman in front of him. Thrusting his cock in and out of Riven's mouth, he slowly works towards his own release. However, the shallowness of her oral cavity poses a problem. Forcing his manhood deeper into Riven's throat makes her gag, and her throat closes to prevent further entry. But each time she gags, her mouth provides more saliva, and more lubrication for him. Discovering this, Darius' thrusting becomes unrelenting, and soon Riven is drooling, a mixture of her saliva and his precum dripping onto the floor.
For Riven, Darius' pleasure is only coming at the cost of her pain. As his cock is forced down her throat over and over again, she attempts to disconnect from any feeling in her body to avoid the suffering. Her face takes on a blank stare, her eyes staring up at Darius' face. His expression shows enjoyment of the dominance and total control he has over her. Any thoughts of resistance leave her mind, as she resigns herself to being Darius' personal toy, at least for the next few hours. As her torment continues, the nature of their activities causes her pussy to become dripping wet in anticipation.
Suddenly Darius picks up the pace, his penis forced down her throat up to the hilt. With one final thrust, he begins coming in her mouth. Riven only feels ropes of his hot cum pouring into her stomach. Her eyes roll back into her head and the pain proves too much for her, her vision blacking out.
Her body slumps to the floor, her mouth open with semen gushing out of it. Darius, overcome with pleasure, does not even realize her near unconsciousness. His only thought is continuing his pleasure. Lifting up her body, he roughly tosses her back onto the mattress. At this point, the chains are unnecessary. Riven can barely move.
Darius positions the body of his prisoner on her back. Simply seeing her beautiful face, her delicate frame, and womanly curves, his member hardens once again, becoming as thick and rigid as ever before. Spreading her legs wide, he positions himself for entry. At this very moment, Riven becomes aware of what is happening. While the past hours have nearly destroyed Riven's body and spirit, intercourse with Darius would potentially destroy her life. Today is not a safe day, and judging by the amount of semen that flowed into her mouth, she would surely become pregnant.
Darius glances at Riven's face, and her eyes are open with horror. "Today…" she stammers, "i-isn't safe. If you come inside me, y-you'll impregnate me… I-I can't have a child, not now… Please, p-pull out…"
Riven's fearful eyes look up at Darius, waiting for a response. Finally, he speaks. "Don't worry…" he sooths. "I assure you… I won't!"
And with that, he thrusts his cock deep into her waiting pussy. Riven can barely process his answer, as the size of his manhood fills her completely. As the initial pain fades, the feeling is amazing. In the throes of ecstasy, she tries to resist the urge to continue. But once again, her body betrays her as her hips buck back and forth to match the rhythm of his thrusting, maximizing their pleasure.
Darius grabs her hips, keeping up the fast and unrelenting pace of their mating. Even though Riven has cum time and time again, her vagina is still incredibly tight, nearly suffocating his member. Every time his cock fills her, it hits her cervix, eliciting a moan of bliss, but also agony, from Riven's mouth. The animalistic need to reproduce drives him, and the thought of the beautiful woman in front of him as his partner will not allow him to stop.
For Riven, she can no longer tell when the first climax ends and the next begins. Never before has she felt such euphoria. Her body takes over, her hips moving back and forth to milk Darius of his semen, anticipating his release. While her mind screams out in protest, her body is in full control, wanting nothing more than his cum deep inside of her.
As the pace increases, Riven knows he is close to orgasm. "Pull out…" she moans, in the middle of a mind-numbing climax. "Y-You have to…" Darius simply ignores her. The only thing on his mind is his own orgasm, and his sperm flowing into her fertile womb.
With one large thrust, Darius holds her hips against him, forcing himself deeper than ever before. The head of his cock bursts through her cervix, and he finally cums.
"No… No… No…", she moans. Riven can feel the ropes of hot semen shoot directly into her uterus. While reproducing with Darius is a nightmare for her, she has no choice but to feel her body betray her. Her vaginal walls contract again and again, squeezing every drop of cum from his engorged cock.
Finally, Darius pulls out. Riven sits up with all the energy she has, and to her horror, she sees Darius' cum leaking out of her onto the mattress.
The Hand of Noxus lies on his back on the bed, next to her. Satisfied, but still hard, he begins to close his eyes. Surely, in Riven's physical state, his work is done here. Remembering the intense orgasms he shared with her, he can feel himself harden again. And suddenly, he feels something…
Darius' eyes fly open, and as he looks up, he sees Riven positioning herself above him, her dripping wet slit hovering above his erection. With a look of extreme focus, she lowers herself, impaling her weary body onto his manhood.
"Oh, that feels so… ngggh…" she moans. "W-What have you done to me, you… filthy… I can't stop…" Riven stops speaking, as the pleasure proves too much for her. Soon enough, her soaking pussy is squirting her cum all over his cock, covering both of their inner thighs with her sweet juices.
"You're mine," Darius says between grunts, thrusting his cock as deep as he can into her wetness. "You belong to me now."
Upon hearing those words, Riven's body fills with unexplainable arousal and desire. She falls onto him, her breasts pressing up against his chest. She grabs his head with her hands, kissing him with an intense ferocity and passion. Darius kisses back, forcing his tongue into her waiting mouth.
Their hips bucking to meet each other, Darius feels his balls tighten, signaling his release. He wraps his arms around Riven's small frame, enveloping her. As he squeezes her body close to him, nearly suffocating her, he begins to come, filling her to the brim with semen.
Riven can feel Darius' seed flowing out of her. At this point, she is nothing but a receptacle for his sperm. And for some reason, she loves every moment of it. Part of her still has a burning hate for Darius, but her reluctance is slowly crumbling. Soon, like her sword, it will completely shatter.
Riven feels weightless as he lifts her off of him. To her embarrassment, he places her on all fours, and readies himself for entry behind her. As the head of his cock enters her tightness, she looks back at him with pleading eyes. "Not like this… this position… it's degrading…"
Darius ignores her request, forcing himself deep into her canal. He continues the invasion of her inner flesh, pumping his cock in and out of her, filling her once again. She is still incredibly tight, despite being stretched out so many times.
Riven cannot hide her embarrassment, her face blushing when she sees herself in the mirror across from her. To Darius, this side of her makes her even more attractive.
Riven suddenly feels a heavy weight on top of her, as Darius falls onto her. Pressed onto her stomach, she gasps for air as Darius' weight squeezes her breath out of her body.
His thrusting becomes slow and sensual, and for Riven it is unbearable. She squirms, wanting to move her hips but is unable to move anything at all. She is completely under his control.
With one long final thrust, Darius ejaculates whatever he has left into the waiting body beneath him. Every corner of Riven's reproductive system is full of cum. When Darius pulls out, their mixed juices flow out of her in a steady stream between her legs as she comes one last time.
Void of any energy, Riven lies on the bed, splayed out and unconscious. Her hair is a mess, but to Darius, she still looks beautiful. With one last ounce of energy, he tucks her under the blanket and climbs in behind her, enveloping her in his arms. As his vision fades, his mind is occupied by the possible repercussions of his actions, and what will come tomorrow.