Depending on how this story is received, I will either make this 2-3 chapters or an ongoing series. Also: there is no BDSM. Sorry if you're looking for that.

As soon as Sona returned to the Institute, she wasn't surprised to see Draven's face looking at her. Again...? I'd hate to be rude, but he comes after every game... It's starting to get quite annoying... Sona thought to herself, timidly waving to him.

"Hey Sona." The executioner smiled, looking as egotistical as ever.

As she tried to walk away, Sona found a sweaty arm slither its way over her shoulder. "Have you reconsidered yet? After all, any woman would be dying to go out with Draven..." he chuckled.

She politely shook her head, giving him the message of, 'No, thank you.'

"Come on, let's go to the bar. And then when you're drunk we can smash or something. Trust me, Draven is very well endowed."

Sona blushed lightly. How typical of him. Trying to win a woman over by bragging about his dick size.

"Drinks on me. But only if I get to be on you. Draven's always on top. Both in game and in bed."

Sona sighed. He really wasn't going to stop, was he? The only way to get rid of him was to decline. She took out a pen and pad of paper to communicate.

"I-I think I'll pass..." Sona wrote, handing him the message and quickly leaving the room before Draven could stop her. She walked away, gazing at the floors of the Institute as she walked, wondering how she would ever get out of this problem without hurting his feelings. If Draven's ego could ever be damaged.


"What's the matter, darling?" Sona heard in a rich, deep voice, tinged with a southern accent. She looked up to find Tahm Kench, in his usual top hat and suit.

Sona took out a pen and a pad of paper again and sketched out the words, "Is it really that obvious?"

"Clear as the purest water, my lady. It's not every day the Maven of the Strings wanders with her head down."

"Quite true. There's a man that has been... troubling me." Sona wrote.

"My, how interesting. Is he a love interest?"

"The opposite... Draven has been hitting on me quite... barbarically for the past 3 weeks now. Every day after matches, he comes up and invites me to drink and makes a bunch of sexual innuendos." Sona sighed as she finished the page.

"Well that makes more sense. Let me guess, you're afraid to flat out reject him because you feel like you'll hurt his feelings?" Tahm replied, Sona slowly nodding.

"That is quite the predicament for you, dear. However, I might have the solution. But you have to have an open mind." The River King explained.

"Of course! I'll do anything at this point. He's driving me to insanity."

"That's the spirit. Come, follow me. I know someone who will be anxious to help you." Tahm Kench smiled, leading the way. Oh, she'll have a resolution all right... But quite the unorthodox one.


After wandering through the halls of the Institute of War for some time, Tahm Kench led her to a wooden door. It had a window tinted the darkest black, covered in cracks. Whether it was due to old age or some fit of rage Sona could not discern. The River King opened the door for her, and she hesitantly entered. A staircase spiraling down barely lit by torches lay in front of her. She looked back at Tahm Kench, who beckoned for her to continue. She silently gulped and started descending. Maybe this wasn't the best idea...

After going down a few floors, she could only guess she was in the belly of the Institute, where few had dared to go before. And she could she why. It was dark, private, and frankly quite scary. She sighed, entering the room. She was surprised to find a library, crammed from top to bottom with lots of literature. She brushed some of the dust off a book, finding the title to be The Complete History of Bandle City. She cleaned another to find The Nature of Magic. Whoever owned this place must've been quite the interesting character.

"Ahem."

She turned to see Veigar himself, reading in the middle of his library, at a small desk lit with a candle.

"Can you please indulge me in why you're down here?"

Sona wrote Veigar a message saying, "Tahm Kench told me you could help me out with something..."

"Hm. What's your issue?" Tahm Kench wouldn't send anyone to me unless... Veigar thought with a sinister grin. Yes. She'll be perfect.

"Well, Draven has been pestering me a lot and I really needed him to stop. He just won't stop and I know he won't... I don't even think he realizes he's being annoying." She wrote him again.

"Interesting. Well, I think I have a solution. Here, lay down." Veigar gestured to something that resembled a hospital bed.

Sona gave a hesitant nod. This is a bit sketchy, but if it gets Draven off of me then it's worth it. She slowly walked over, laying down on the bed. Veigar secured the straps on her wrists and ankles.

"Now, I'm going to need to strip you down."

"E-excuse me?" She wrote hastily.

"Oh, not for my own personal reason. It's necessary for the process. And only halfway. Just for your breasts."

With her whole face enveloped in a veil of rich tomato red, she carefully slipped her robe down, glancing at Veigar with pure embarrassment as she unclipped her bra, revealing her famous large breasts. She had by far the biggest cup size of all champions, and even Veigar couldn't help but sneak a guilty glance. He quickly shook his head upon realizing he was staring, pulling up a syringe he had prepared.

"This might hurt in the beginning, but the pain should subside quickly. Brace yourself." Veigar said, revealing a smile behind his hood.

Sona gulped. This... doesn't seem right. I can't talk, and the restraints are too tight to write anything... Sona then sighed. I guess I'll just have to go through with my decision. As long as I can get Draven to stop being a pain in the ass...

Veigar held up the syringe before pushing the needle into her cleavage, injecting her. Her eyes widened and she cringed as the fluid entered her. She looked at Veigar with a confused and pained look.

"Ah, you must be questioning what I've just injected. That, my darling, is pure darkness. Darkness spreads from whenever it first enters."

Sona's eyes widened. She glanced down at her breasts, the color of her veins turning from blue to a pitch black.

"I'm not sure exactly what it will do. But Draven will definitely regret it if he tries to get inside you. If you suffer through the side effects. If you'd call them that."

Sona looked at him with pure fear, struggling against her restraints.

"There's no point. Even if you struggle, the darkness is still inside you. It's over."

The Maven of the Strings stared at him with a gaze that practically yelled she was going to kill him. She struggled this time with even more strength.

"Getting feisty now, are we? I doubt you will target me, since I'm already imbued with darkness. Plus you want Draven, don't you? Redirect your anger to him."

And at that moment, the darkness had spread throughout Sona. She paused, all signs of darkness disappearing of her for a second. But then, Veigar found his sinister yellow eyes meeting cruel purple ones.

"What have you done Veigar..." Sona scolded him.

"Y-you can talk..." Veigar's eyes widened. Did he make a poor decision?

"Mhm... Maybe I should thank you. I feel more powerful. I've finally found my voice." Sona raised her head, an eerily wicked smile appearing on her soft face.

"S-so you're gonna get Draven right?"

Sona chuckled. "I will, don't worry. But first I think I should deal with a certain yordle who seemed to have a certain interest in my tits. Does that sound good?"

Veigar slowly lowered his eyes to Sona's breasts. They were slightly larger, perfectly plump, and so, so tempting. How much he wanted to put his mouth around and just suckle a bit...

No. I need to find a way to stop her before this gets too far.

"Come on, don't be shy. I'll let you play for as long as you want, I promise."

Veigar took a hesitant step forward.

"Feed me, Veigar. I know you'll enjoy it."

Feedback? I'm new to this sort of this stuff. Anything productive is appreciated.