Hey, guys! Yukami here with a very special story for you all. I am proud to announce this as my first ever commissioned story, made by the request of Waddlebuff. I had a blast writing this out, and more so for one of the best fanfiction smut writers for the League of Legends community. I sincerely hope you all enjoy it as much and would appreciate any and all criticism in reviews and pms!
With that said, enjoy the story!
Update: this story was double comissioned! get ready for three chapters of ninja sex and "quality" content!
Tryndamere paced calmly through the halls of the Institute, passing, of course, the many active summoners and champions that were busy during the mid-afternoon times such as this. He caught eye to several people he knew or were acquainted with, sending a friendly nod or pleased wave of the hand. His acts were genuine indeed, but his mind was elsewhere. He could only focus on his current destination, one of which he has had for several years now.
Today was the fourteenth of the month, and with it the day he is scheduled to get his bi-monthly physical check-up with the League. It's standardized for all champions to get a physical examination frequently to see if they are still able to perform in rift matches or if there are any detriments to hinder their skills, such as disease or pregnancies. This was a regularly scheduled occasion, to which every champion, regardless of faction or affiliation, was required to take to continue participation within the fields of justice.
As Tryndamere turned the corner and saw the hextech sliding doors of the hospital built within the institute, he released a rather weary sigh. While he has never had an issue with a simple physical, and in most cases they ended with a good note of his health, he would rather not take them on the fact that he held no interest in their practices.
Passing through the doors, Tryndamere was bombarded with the smell of medical equipment and lemon-scented floor polish. The main lobby had several couches and chairs to his right, near a hallway that had a sign labeled "emergency center", while the left side only had one hall and the receptionist counter. The barbarian immediately walked to the counter where the receptionist sat, making a grunt to gather the female seated behind it's attention. She was obviously a summoner, given her purple robes and summoner orb sitting on the desk close to her. Her hood was down, allowing the warrior to see her dirty blonde hair stream freely down her back and over her shoulders. She looked about twenty or twenty-one years of age, one of the younger faculty members for the hospital, he noted. Her eyes were sky blue, hidden behind circular glasses.
"Good afternoon, sir! How may I help you?" she said, her voice soft and soothing.
"My name is Tryndamere. I am here for the scheduled champion physical examination." Tryndamere replied, his voice deep and low like a growl, but almost robotic and automated at the same time. He was so used to saying the same thing, Ashe told him he had the habit of saying the same thing in his sleep the week prior to his exam.
The woman nodded with a smile before pulling her orb in front of her and fiddling with it, searching for something within the glow of the magical ball. After several seconds of silence, she hummed lightly, her smile growing wider for but a moment.
"Ah, yes. Tryndamere, the Barbarian King and Avarosan King of the Freljord. Scheduled to take an exam at three o'clock on the fourteenth of every other month. Alright, just head down this hall here on my right side to the elevator and go up to the fifth floor. Then go right and then left at the corner. Your examination room is the second on the left." She pointed, making various gestures with her hand to further explain the path to his room. Tryndamere merely grunted in reply, before nodding and walking through to the hall on his left side. He passed by several doctors and patients, some of which giving a nod of greeting that he didn't care to reply to. Reaching the Elevators, he pressed the button to head up, seeing the number dial down on the panel above the frame from 7 slowly. While he waited he looked down the halls to his right and left, seeing more doctors, nurses and patients move about freely. It wasn't until he caught an eye with one particular nurse that he stopped looking around.
It took him a few seconds to recognize her, but he immediately caught her name on his tongue after noticing whom she was with. A rather tall male with a medical mask and rectangular glasses, along with a Yordle holding a clipboard in hand.
That's Akali…the Ionian ninja. And next to her is Shen and Kennen…Tryndamere thought. He hadn't realized his eyes were stuck to her green irises until a moment later when she sent a light smile to him. He made a short scan of her body, taking mental note of her appearance. Attired of course in her nurse outfit, she wore a white sleeveless button shirt that cut down to expose quite the bit of cleavage onto her chest and raised up enough just to expose some skin to her thighs where her white thigh high socks didn't reach.
He heard the familiar ding of the elevator, and upon turning back to it, saw the doors slid open for him to enter.
Let's just get this over with. He thought walking into the small space.
As Tryndamere walks into the elevator, Akali's expression shifts to a serious one, her smile immediately shifting to a frown. There was something significantly off about the Barbarian king that she had caught when they met gazes for the brief moment. It was as if there was something lingering within him, something dark and pained.
"Akali," Shen called to her, pulling the Kinkou out of her thoughts. "You seem distracted."
"I apologize. I had seen something disturbing a moment ago and was reflecting." She replied, earning surprised and concerned looks from her fellow ninjas.
"What was it?" Kennen asked.
"The Barbarian King…he was scheduled for a physical today, was he not?" she asked. Kennen looked down to the clipboard in hand and flips several pages over. After a second of reading, he looked back up to the two ninjas and nodded.
"Indeed. His exam is scheduled to occur in about ten minutes."
"You saw an imbalance, didn't you?" She added. Akali looked to the Eye of Twilight and nodded. Shen hummed in thought. "Well done, my disciple. I have already sensed the anomaly within the Avarosan king when he walked into the hospital. I will need you two to join me in his examination today, as I need to unravel the source of his imbalance."
"Understood." Both ninjas agreed before following the ninja to the elevators Tryndamere went to. Akali furrowed her brow, however.
I do not know…it seems to be more than just a simple anomaly imbalance. She thought.
Soon the three were in the elevator and heading up the hospital, the entire time Akali deep in thought to what she saw within the gaze Tryndamere held when they met eyes. Before long they were in front of the door to his room, Shen proceeding first to see the condition he held. The looked inside the smaller room to see a desk sitting adjacent to the medical bed on the opposite wall of the room. Tryndamere looked up from the ground where he leaned against the bed, catching an eye of the three individuals to enter. His brow furrowed at the two more people to enter besides Shen, who was his regularly scheduled doctor. It was almost immediate that Akali sensed the disturbance when she entered the room. She looked to the Barbarian king, noticing his slouched back and impassive demeanor.
"Afternoon, Barbarian King. We are here to proceed with your bimonthly physical examination." Shen spoke up.
"We? I thought you were the only one to do it." Tryndamere replied.
"I know this is rather impromptu to have my assistant and another doctor here for a mere physical but rest assured nothing will change about the procedure," Shen called. Tryndamere looked to Kennen and to Akali before grunting low and nodding, crossing his arms over his chest patiently. "Before we begin, I would like to ask a few questions. Have you experienced any physical or mental issues within the last two months?"
Tryndamere looked to him nonchalantly before shrugging. "Nope. I haven't felt any different than since the last time." He replied. Shen scribbled into his clipboard some notes while nodding.
"Okay. Have you felt any physical or mental disturbances either within or without the fields of justice that affect your performance?" he continued.
"No, I have not."
Once again, Shen scribbled into the clipboard before tapping twice with the pen he held. "Alright then. The last question, has anyone spoke to you about issues with physical or mental appearances you may have had within the last two months?"
Tryndamere frowned, his expression growing annoyed at the sudden influx of seemingly random questions. "Why does this matter? I have never had to answer questions in my physicals. What makes this time so different?"
"I apologize Tryndamere, but it is imperative you answer these questions completely and honestly. They are to benefit you and your examination today." Kennen spoke up. Shen merely nodded along with the Yordle's words. Tryndamere groaned.
"Fine. No, no one has approached me about anything."
Once more, the ninja scribbled into the clipboard, nodding as he wrote. He slid the pen into the slot on the top of the board before sighing contentedly.
"Thank you for your cooperation. Now on to your physical…" Shen began. He looked to the fist of Shadow, his mask moving almost like he smiled. "Akali, would you kindly proceed?"
Akali's eyes went wide with surprise, nearly mimicking Tryndamere's expression of shock. "Me? Why me, sir?"
Shen rested a hand on her shoulder. "I believe my youngest disciple and prodigy should have a good handle on how to perform physicals, and since this is one of the first ones you will witness, you can take care to examine the Freljordian king in my stead. Besides…" he leaned forward, moving next to her ear. "You can take care of it." He whispered.
Akali looked to the Eye of Twilight incredulously before looking to the king, her eyes meeting his. It was then that she realized what she felt was wrong with him, what the disturbance she noticed earlier was. Deep behind those stoic and unmoving eyes was something violent and ferocious. Deep within his spirit was a beast, a monster waiting to break the shackles that kept him down. It was then that the beast met eyes with her, longing and begging for the release from the shackles that withheld it inside Tryndamere. This beast was his soul, his drive.
The beast was the balance within the Barbarian King, and being locked far away was tilting the scales that kept him impassive.
It makes sense now. She thought. He has the eyes and portrayal of a man worn by duties and responsibilities. His political marriage to the Frost Archer, the matches he participates in with the Institute, not to mention possible numerous gatherings he has to attend for international affiliation. That beast is his barbarian side. The monster that lusts for destruction and conquest. He is holding it back in the shackles of his mind for the sake of his responsibilities
It was then that Akali knew exactly what to do. She looked to the Eye of Twilight with resolution, nodding in agreement to taking his physical. She walked around calmly and moved to the desk next to the medical bed he was seated upon. She pulled out a pair of rubber gloves and a stethoscope, proceeding silently with the physical. It began simple, heart rate reading and lung checks, along with reflex examination with his legs and arms, and infection tests with his nose, ears, eyes and tongue. After each test, she would take a clipboard sitting on the desk and write down information.
He checks out physically. That was almost guaranteed when he walked into the hospital. She thought. It's just his balance needs to be adjusted. But how…
That's when it hit her. Her eyes widening in revelation for naught more than a second as she looked to the visage of the warrior. She quickly picks up the pen and clipboard in hand and writes down a note at the bottom of the page she was on.
"Well Mr. Tryndamere, it seems your physical health is up to par with Institute standards for the most part," Akali explained, removing the rubber gloves she wore. Tryndamere furrowed his brow in confused irritation at the last part of her statement.
"What do you mean 'for the most part'? I told you, I don't have any-"
"I am sorry, sir. But at this moment I am unable to complete your physical as per scheduled. In order to complete the procedure more adequately, I need a few select tools that I do not have currently." Akali interrupted him. "However I know you are a busy man, and I will not take up your time for much longer than needed. I request that you return to the hospital tonight around ten p.m. for us to continue."
Tryndamere raised an eyebrow, more confused than before about the sudden reschedule. "Ten tonight? Why so late?"
"Just as you have business to take care of, I have duties to fulfill here. Tonight at that time, I will be more readily prepared to continue the examination. I apologize for the inconvenience." She reasoned. Tryndamere growled lowly, before sighing and nodding.
"Fine. I will return at ten tonight."
"Excellent. With that, you are free to leave now." Akali finished, walking to the door and opening it for the Barbarian King. Tryndamere stood from the medical bed and walked out the room, moving through the halls to the exit of the hospital. Once he was outside the room, Akali closed the door with her superior and fellow ninja of the Kinkou. Her expression turned serious to match theirs.
"I know what it was that imbalance him, now." She said plainly. "He has a soul of a bloodthirsty warrior, which he has held down for years for the sake of his marriage and position in the league. It's almost weeping for freedom, even for a moment. It wants conquest and domination." Shen and Kennen nodded in agreement.
"And you know how to balance that beast, I presume?" Kennen spoke up. Akali nodded.
"Yes. I have to give his spirit the one moment of freedom it lusts for. By any means necessary."
"Then you have my permission as head surgeon of the Institute's hospital and the Eye of Twilight to proceed, Fist of Shadow. I do not believe you have any qualms against this, Kennen?" Shen spoke up, looking to the yordle.
"So long as you are careful with what happens, Akali. There is a vicious creature in the eyes of that man, and I do not want you to overstep and cause harm to yourself." Kennen warned.
"Looking at his situation, it does not seem like I can avoid it," Akali replied ominously.
Night came relatively quickly, considering the warrior had little else to do besides the seldom matches. He once again walked through the hextech doors of the hospital and up to the reception counter. Not surprised to see someone other than the woman this afternoon sitting in the seat. This time it was a young man, who had more interest in his handheld gaming device than the job he was assigned to. It didn't matter either way whether he was paying attention to Tryndamere or not. He came to finish the exam and he was going to.
"Excuse me," Tryndamere called, earning a rather annoyed glance from the male. "I am here for my physical."
"Physical? At this late? I don't remember being told anything about that." The male replied with a quizzical look. If you kept your head out that damned device for three seconds maybe you would have. Tryndamere thought. The male pulled his summoner orb out from under the desk he was seated behind and scrolled through it for a second. His eyes lit up when he found something.
"Oh yeah! Tryndamere! You were supposed to show up at ten tonight by request of the medical assistant Akali. Same room, same floor bud." The male said casually, putting his attention back into his device. Tryndamere grunted before walking down the same hallway to the elevators. The halls were relatively quiet now in comparison to earlier, which was to be expected since the hospital only runs non-emergency sections when the summoning chambers are still active. Going up the elevator to the fifth floor, the halls were dimmed low, probably to allow those staying overnight the correct lighting to sleep but enough for those still working to see easily.
Tryndamere walked down the darker hallways toward the room he was assigned this afternoon, and upon seeing the light from within lit through the cracks beneath the frame turned the knob to enter.
"I am here to-" Tryndamere began, but was cut off when he saw an obviously female nurse with an extremely short skirt on the floor on her knees gathering some supplies that evidently fell ad scattered. Her skirt was short enough that it almost willingly refused to cover the satin white panties of the woman on the floor, and the way her back was arched as she reached under the medical bed, it made it appear as if she intentionally displayed her rather toned and athletic posterior to whoever had the perfect view. In this case, it was Tryndamere.
"Oh. You are here early. Good. We will begin the moment I gather the needles I dropped a second ago." The familiar voice of the Fist of Shadow called. She grunted slightly as if she was using her actual strength to reach and grab the object under the bed. What came out in Tryndamere's ear, however, sounded like a light moan.
What the fuck…? He thought. He looked away from the assassin, hoping he wasn't caught staring at her overly exposed underwear. Akali eventually stood up, holding a needle in hand before dropping it into the biohazard bin next to the medical bed.
"There we go. Now just sit onto the medical bed while I reevaluate your procedure from earlier." Akali said. Tryndamere looked to the ninja incredulously before nodding slowly. He sat on the bed and watched her seat at the chair at the desk, legs crossed over one another and her gaze affixed to the page. Once again, the short length of her skirt exposed more skin than Tryndamere was comfortable looking at, the smooth cream skin of her thigh all he could see. He didn't know when or why he was so affixed to this woman's exposed appendage, but his eyes refused to leave it from his sight.
Had he been paying enough attention he would have seen Akali looking at his gaze upon her exposed skin. She was satisfied that her plan was bearing fruit, but knew that it would take more than that to unleash and sate the beast that lurked within him. It was also obvious that she would need to lure him both visually and sensually to her and draw it out.
"It appears someone earlier today made an error to your readings from this afternoon," Akali spoke up, drawing the warrior from his trance. "The information here isn't of what I took earlier. I will have to redo the examination."
Tryndamere went wide eyed. "What do you mean? I have to do all that over-"
"No. just the basic procedures like checking heart rate and reflexes. This should not take more than a few minutes." Akali assured, cutting the warrior off from his argument. Tryndamere merely grunted. Akali took the stethoscope out from the desk, along with a pair of gloves. Once situated, the ninja stood from the seat and stepped closer to the warrior.
"Ah, dammit…" she whispered, loud enough for the barbarian to hear her.
"Problem?" he inquired.
"No. The one who was using this room last took the longer stethoscope out of here and replaced it with a smaller one."
"That doesn't seem like a problem," Tryndamere replied. Akali looked to him for a moment.
Got you. She thought. "Really? Alright then. Please remove your shirt for a moment." She taking the instrument to her ears, she pressed the chest piece to his body, her own less than a solid foot apart from his. Tryndamere took off the white t-shirt he was currently wearing and let her examine him, flinching slightly when he realized how close in proximity her body was to his. He could plainly smell the fruit scented fragrance she was wearing, the smell nearly suffocating him.
Akali saw him flinch, letting a very slight grin stretch on her lips. "Breathe in," she ordered. She heard him inhale deeply, knowing that he couldn't help but smell the lotion she had just put on minutes before he walked in. She knew she had to take small steps to make him break. "Breathe out."
"Uhh…"
"Your heart rate is significantly higher than earlier today. Is everything alright?" Akali pressed, already knowing why.
"Y-yeah. Been meaning to ask, however…" Tryndamere replied, earning a look from Akali. "Are all the nurses here dressed like you? I mean if so then it's not a problem. It's just-"
"No. I chose to wear this. I am a ninja first and a nurse second. I must be at least halfway attired to do either or. This provides me with enough freedom to perform as a fighter and serve as a medical assistant." She answered curtly. "IS there an issue?"
"No. just wondering." Tryndamere returned. Akali nodded once before returning back to reading. After examining his heart rate, she wrote down some information on the clipboard she had before backing away from the warrior.
"Alright then. Let us continue-"She began but was cut off by a loud beeping from the desk. She opened the drawer it came from and saw a red light flickering repeatedly. She sighed deeply. "This is rather unfortunate."
"What is wrong?" Tryndamere inquired.
"I am being called for assistance by my superiors. We will have to finish the examination another time." She explained, taking off the stethoscope and dropping it into the desk. "I am sincerely sorry for delaying your completion of a simple physical. If you would be so kind, return tomorrow night at the same time so we may finish."
"Why tomorrow night? Why not in the morning?"
"Because, I have three surgeries to administer, fourteen matches, and two missions in Ionia. That and Shen has designated me to take care of your physical instead of him. Tomorrow night is the only time I will be available to finish." She explained. Tryndamere grunted lowly, knowing it made sense for the reschedule to be adequate.
"Fine then. Is there anything else I would need to know?"
"Yes. We will be working of infections and reflexes once more, so be prepared for that." Akali explained as she walked to the door of the room and opened it. Tryndamere put his t-shirt back on and walked out, but paused for a second when he passed her. He shook his head after his pause and continued, walking down the hallway.
I can probably end this tomorrow night. Just one last push.
The next day came relatively quickly, surprising to Tryndamere as he went about his daily routines. While he was still annoyed that a simple physical was taking much more time and effort than it should have, somewhere deep down he was anxious to continue, his mind constantly drifting to the nurse that requested his return and administered the test. She said that her outfit was of her own volition, meaning she knew exactly what she was choosing to do. Tryndamere wasn't sure if she knew her outfit, or the repeated exposure to the lack thereof was causing quite the reaction in him. Every time he looked back, she came to mind. That toned physique she had, the small yet generously sized bosom she left for cleavage, how shapely and round her posterior was. All he could focus to was her body, and that is what bothered him more than anything. He was a married man, albeit politically involved, and he shouldn't have that mentality. While it is true he doesn't have much of affection from his wife considering their personalities are nearly worlds apart to match their pasts, there shouldn't be a reason for his eyes to stray.
Once again he met the doors of the hospital, the silent whir of the mechanism sliding the frames open for him to enter. He looked to the receptionist counter, seeing the young man from the night prior there again. He didn't care enough this time to humor his behavior, so he just walked to the destination he was accustomed to. Into the elevator and up to the fifth floor. Down the hall and left at the corner. Once again, the room he came to was lit, a shadow cast underneath the door indicating human activity. Wordlessly he opened the door, not surprised but somewhat anxious to see the ninja at the desk of the room scanning through a file. Tryndamere let out a low grunt, earning the eyes and attention of Akali.
"Ah. You have returned as scheduled. Good." She called before standing to her feet and placing the file on the desk. "I have acquired all equipment and validated the time here open with my superiors. We should be able to complete your examination and finish what was started."
Tryndamere nodded before walking over to the medical bed. Just as he was going to sit, however, Akali rested a hand on his shoulder to stop him. He looked at her curiously.
"I apologize, but for the rest of this exam I will need you to remove all but your underwear." She spoke. Tryndamere's eyes went wide at the request.
"Wait, what? Why do I need to remove my clothing?" he questioned.
"For us to finish where we left off two days ago AND last night in a timely manner, I would need to do the muscle and reflex test simultaneously, plus the final infection test. Believe me, this is the most productive and time efficient method I know. And I am a ninja." She replied. Tryndamere looked at her incredulously for a few seconds, not sure to trust the newer method of examination. After a short pause of glaring down the young woman, Tryndamere released a huff before pulling his shirt over his head.
"Fine. Let's just get this over with." He grumbled. He grumbled. He began pulling the white t-shirt he wore over his head, letting inch after inch of sinewy muscle reveals itself, along with a canvas of scars. Akali couldn't help but eye the barbarian's body with intrigue. Each scar told a different story, varying sizes and shapes and angles spoke the history of his life as a warrior within the tundras of the Freljord. The muscles that seemed to accentuate the many scars only spoke of how he overcame those battles for survival and conquest. To the disciplined ninja, this mere display of age-old conflict was an admirable testament to his former life.
However, within the deeper parts of Akali's partially adolescent mind, they were and alluring image, one that stirred the ninja's hormones. She knew that it was for the warrior that she was doing this, but the smallest part of her mind wanted this herself. She quickly banished the thought from her mind and refocused on the task.
I cannot let my own desires shape the task. She thought, lightly shaking her head. The ninja looked to see the barbarian now reaching for the rims of his black jeans, taking care not to focus on the stretch and twist of his muscles to which continued to pull her mind elsewhere. Pulling the trousers halfway down, she sighed mentally in relief that he was wearing boxers, glad that the baggy underwear would hide whatever tool he had from her.
She was dead wrong.
Once the rim of his pants reached his knees, her eyes went wide as she saw the unfathomably large bulge hanging behind the fabric of his underwear. Judging by the simple curve of it against the fabric, it appeared flaccid, which only shocked the Kinkou further.
It's that big…soft?! She exclaimed mentally. She had to quickly avert her eyes from it, as she caught a mental image of it swollen for just the briefest moments.
"There. Now what?" Tryndamere called after kicking off his pants. Akali looked back to the warrior, her expression going back to the more professional visage she held previously.
"Now we conduct the reflex and infection tests we had performed the other afternoon." She replied. Tryndamere nodded before sitting onto the medical bed. Akali stood from her seat and opened one of the desk drawers, pulling out a few tools and a pair of latex gloves. She then walked over to the barbarian and ran her hands slowly from his abdomen up to his shoulders. Tryndamere inhaled deeply, anxiousness resurfacing from the sudden close proximity that the two made.
"You seem to be alright in terms of physical structure. No signs of infection or muscle damage…" Akali mumbled, taking care to get as close as possible without actually compromising herself.
"I-I don't recall this being…part of the exam." Tryndamere protested. Akali looked up to the barbarian, seeing his face turn red.
Now. She affirmed, letting a wry smile stretch onto her face for him to see. Resting her hands on his shoulders before pulling herself within physical contact against the warrior's chest. She peered into his gaze hungrily, throwing the Avarosan off completely.
"That's because it isn't." she cooed in a whisper. She immediately placed both of her knees beside his legs, effectively straddling his lap. "I just figured I'd finally end this charade I had planned for yesterday."
"W-what're you-"
"You think I didn't see your eyes on me when you walked in? Specifically where they landed?" Akali cut him off her body pressing against him teasingly. "I had this whole thing planned since we met eyes the other afternoon."
"The other afternoon…?"
"Yes. I can still see it now within your eyes too. That dark beast that you had chained within your mind for the years you had forsaken your barbarian lifestyle. It's eating away at your sanity, unbalancing your spirit and sending many waves of unstable energy around you." She explained. "And it is my job to readjust that energy. By whatever means."
Tryndamere was confused, but more so conflicted. He can't possibly agree to what the ninja was implying with her actions. There were uncountable reasons why he should remove the assassin from his lap, redress himself, leave and never speak or remember this event ever taking place. It was taboo in just the idea.
"Wait! We…I-I cannot do this. It's nothing against you. I have a duty to uphold as king of my people." He argued, pushing himself back further onto the medical bed.
"You mean the people you just years ago pillaged and slaughtered? The ones you willingly battled against for the sake of conquest?" she countered, crawling onto the bed to follow his retreat. "These scars you have are the evidence to that fact. They are not your people, Tryndamere. They are nothing like you and you know it."
She was right. He needed another way out. "I have a wife now! Ashe is the one-"Another excuse to follow another few inches away from the predator.
"That you swore allegiance to because of political reasons? That is no marriage; that is a mask to hide the truth." She interrupted, once again proving his excuse to end the inevitable meaningless along with his retreat as she followed him further onto the bed.
"Y-you don't want to do this! I could hurt you badly, or worse kill you!" he protested once more, feeling the wall the bed was against hit his back. Nowhere left to run.
Akali giggled sultrily as she pressed herself against him, now crawling over his legs to sit on his lap. "But that is the point, barbarian king. I want you to hurt me. I can see it deep within you that you want to take me and have your way with my body. That creature within you is crying out for it, and slowly but surely, so are you."
"I don't feel right if I did something to you when you're so young. What are you, twenty? Nineteen?"
"Sixteen." She replied, earning a dumbfounded look from Tryndamere. "But my age has no meaning to what is important. It wouldn't mean anything back when you were an unhinged warrior of the Freljord, either."
"But I am not that warrior anymore! I am king of the Avarosan people and husband to their queen-"
"But you want to be." She interrupted, effectively silencing him. "You want that freedom you gave up years ago back. You want to become the creature you shackled within your mind once more before you submit yourself to the life you have now. You want to do the things you were raised to do as a barbarian because it is what you are. And for this moment…" she trailed off, leaning in close to his face. "You can let yourself go."
Akali immediately pressed her soft lips to his, a gentle incentive for him to indulge into her actions. His eyes widened at the caress of her pampered lips to his rougher and slightly larger ones. His mind was running rampant in denial, screaming at his body for not only allowing the ninja to sway his body to succumb to her advances but to allow it to progress to this level without physical argument. He wanted so badly to throw her off him, to end this taboo he had allowed to continue for the last few days and deny the nurse's word of a completed physical. But instead of throwing her off his lap and off his lips, he allowed it to continue for a few more seconds, the kiss beginning to deepen until the two began mingling tongues with one another.
T-this isn't right! He mentally argued. However with each second, they were locked with tongues, he felt his lust grow and slowly silence his argument. She was not wrong in any regard from before to his problem. He was a battle-starved barbarian turned false king, an unhinged defiler turned unsatisfied husband, a man who gave up his freedom for the sake of safety with his tribe. Somewhere in his mind, he wanted to relive those feelings, to take the ninja up on her alluring offer. And with each second they kissed, that want turned to need, muting his mental arguments slowly.
I shouldn't be doing this! I need to leave! I need…I need to…I… he trailed mentally until he saw her eyes open, the inner flare of lust and taunting desire drowning them. It was as if she said "do it. You know you want to".
…
…
…ah fuck it.
With that mental surrender, Tryndamere pressed himself into the ninja's lips willingly, inhaling the fruit scent she wore either as a lotion or perfume. Neither of which he cared were the cause, but the utter desire to suffocate in the aroma of the scent. He growled deeply against her press, immediately forcing himself into her mouth with his tongue.
Akali slightly reared, unsuspecting and unprepared for the sudden aggressiveness the warrior took to. She couldn't help but smile into the kiss, her ultimate goal coming into play now as the Barbarian king gave into the repressed beast he held within him. The way his tongue shoved itself into her mouth and immediately took control of the lock, the sudden frantic roam of his hands from her back going both north and south to her shoulders and ass, all of it was sure sign of his unleashed desires. He wanted to take her, to conquer her body and mind as though she was an unclaimed territory. To dominate her within and within and without, putting little regard to the aftermath or consequence of his actions.
She immediately met his aggressive kissing halfway, pressing herself harder into his lips and rolling her own tongue around fervently with his. Her hands clawed harshly at his back while her arms wrapped around his head, putting enough strength into it to pierce his skin and draw the slightest amount of blood. He growled deeply, almost angrily, at her sudden roughness, but when she felt him nearly throw her onto the medical bed on her back and hover dangerously over her, she knew it wasn't of pained irritation, but sexual frustration that he growled. If she wanted it rough, he would play her game. And it was that exact lure into it that she wanted.
Tryndamere's vision went red when he felt the pain of her nails cut into his back, and he could feel the swell of his member within his boxers grow. This is it. This is the feeling he has abandoned so many years ago. The feeling of a genuine fight for dominance, a battle of heated conquest and struggle. Even if it was in the bedroom, it was still a conflict that could sate his inner demons. This mere seconds of harsh kissing and nearly violent examination of her body had him hard as a rock.
He gripped the v-cut of her shirt and pulled down, popping each button from the garment's center with the ease of ripping a piece of paper. Her shirt ripping open to expose her bare breasts, revealing her lack of wearing a brassiere under her clothes. While they weren't as large as some select women he had the ability to meet on the day to day basis, they were still relatively sizable and held an alluring perkiness and plump look that drew him in more. In a way, they were better, and for what he wanted to do, they would play the part he desired more than he needed them to.
He dipped down immediately from her lips, a messy line of saliva linking their lips for a moment before falling onto her bare skin. His mouth focused itself instinctively to her right nipple, capturing the teat between his lips and teeth for his tongue to rampantly roam upon. His right hand followed his mouths example, gripping the exposed free breast between his fingers and groping them desperately. He tugged and prodded the gland hard enough to elicit pain, but the way Akali moaned in response revealed that his action elicited anything but.
Akali's arousal skyrocketed the moment his attention went to her chest, her known sensitivity within that area forcing moans of delirium to break her lips. Her nails raked through his dark, long locks of hair, scratching at his scalp and pulling him deeper into her. She realized there was no way that she could focus on helping him when he was the one assaulting her nerves like she was imbalanced. With that revelation, she let her own desire go, giving into the increasing excitement that she brought upon herself.
Tryndamere licked and sucked onto the teat like a child seeking nourishment desperately, biting into the hardening nipple while flicking his tongue greedily on it. He pulled it back with his mouth once before releasing it with a loud pop. Akali threw her head back in bliss at the rough treatment he gave her and growled when he felt his attention shift to the other nipple his hand was busy with previously. She could feel the cold draft of the room on her chest, the saliva the barbarian left cooling immediately and sending shivers of excitement throughout her like a rush of ice water filling a container. His attention was shorter to her second mammary, however, as she noticed him leave her teat within seconds.
He pulled back quickly and stood off the bed at the edge, earning a confused look from the ninja. He wrapped his hands around her toned thighs, his thumbs sliding under the white stockings she wore as he pulled her by the legs toward the edge of the bed. He could feel the soft, milky skin underneath, which aroused him further because in moments he would be ravishing that porcelain body of hers into the floor. Figuratively and literally, if he felt like it.
"Come here…" he growled, his voice deep and threatening as he violently pulled her to the rim of the bed. He sounded exactly as he seemed, a predator and a warrior. A conqueror and a savage. The sound of his demand sent a shiver through the ninja's body. She knew she was doing this to balance the warrior out of his frustrations, but the way he called to her stirred a deeper desire. One that aroused her immensely as she felt the paper crumple under her back when she was pulled over the edge of the bed.
Her legs hung in the air, his forearms holding them up underneath her knees. He parted her legs open and knelt down between them, observing the red laced g-string panties that she wore under the white short skirt she had. He didn't bother wasting time in removing them conventionally, instead of hiking the skirt to her navel and gripping the fabric from her crotch, ripping the underwear off her to expose her core. Not a moment later, his mouth greedily captured her nethers, his tongue frantically sliding and flicking within her lower lips. Akali moaned loudly, not expecting of the sudden jump from a heated make out and worship of her chest to literally devouring her cunt. While it was sudden to go for the goal so soon, Akali smiled wickedly at the pleasure from his mouth as he continued, his tongue not subtle or consistent in where or how it moved, but hitting the sweetest spots without trying to be.
"AAhhh…! F-fuck!" she swore, throwing her head back as she was overwhelmed with pleasure. His teeth grazed hard past her clit, which sent a thunderbolt of euphoria throughout her. She continued to moan loudly as he assaulted her womanhood, growing louder when she felt his fingers join his mouth and tongue in playing with her.
She thanked the gods that the fifth floor emptied itself after hours so no one would hear the assistant nurse to the head surgeon of the hospital cry out from getting her cunt eaten out, and prayed for them that no one on the lower or upper floors were present to hear her screams.
Tryndamere was desperately addicted to the taste of the ninja's core, greedily lapping at the sweet fluids she released as he tongue fucked her. He couldn't help but introduce his fingers within her, coaxing more of the sweet fluids onto the digits like he was scraping the bowl for the last remnants of flavor. With each pump of his fingers into her and each lick or suck to her clit, he felt her jerk and writhe in bliss, savoring both the flavor of her arousal and her desperation for his touch.
After a minute or two of indulging in the flavor of the Kinkou, Tryndamere stood from between her legs and once again pulled her roughly against his waist, slowly grinding his massive bulge against her nethers. Akali looked into his eyes as he replaced his hands to her , seeing that beast that was previously locked away glare lust-filled daggers at her. Her own eyes were lidded with horniness, her teeth capturing her bottom lip as she saw his hand grab the elastic band of his boxers and hastily tug the fabric down to half of his thighs and expose his engorged member. The sheer mass of it when hard and the burning aura it radiated against her skin made her shudder in anticipation.
"Do it…" she whispered, her voice labored with pants and anxiousness. "Let it free for just this one night, Tryndamere. I want you to use me, destroy me, conquer my body with your hard cock…fuck me as hard as you want, and however, you want to."
No words could describe what her order unleashed within the Avarosan King.
With a primal growl, Tryndamere slammed himself with all his strength into her moist cunt, her young pussy coiling around his entire length like a constrictor to its prey and searing his skin like fire. She screamed out to his harsh invasion of her core, throwing her head back and rolling her eyes behind her head as she came immediately from penetration. Her legs wrapped themselves around his waist as if she was using him to keep herself from drifting into space with how powerful her orgasm was. He didn't let her ride through her orgasm, however, as his hips began bucking into her body with savage coordination. Her cries of arousal were matched only by the smacking of skin against moist skin and his grunts of effort in getting his own release. The springs of the bed squeaked almost in sync with the furious movements between the two, an audible incentive to both of them how much they enjoyed this.
"Gods…Fuck yes! Harder…! Oh, yes…yes…more!" Akali pleaded, her hands wildly searching for something to grip upon as she lost herself in the best fucking she had ever experienced. Her left eventually found her breasts, to which only buried her deeper into the arousal she was sure to drown in as she tweaked and prodded her nipple in desperation. Their waists met countless times within the short minutes they were connected, with which were joined by the coaxing pleas Akali sent to the now fully unleashed barbarian.
Within minutes, he slams himself harder than ever, letting out a restricted roar as his cock spasms within the ninja. She feels her insides swell as his seed pumps by the goblet into her, breaking past her womb's entrance to pool in her deepest parts. The white magma he fills her with sends her over the edge herself, making it her second orgasm in little under fifteen minutes. She screams in pleasure at the orgasm, before her muscles relaxed and her head falls to the side.
Tryndamere pulls out of the ninja, his still rock hard erection sliding out to allow his spunk to drain from within her cunt. "Turn." He orders plainly, that same growl in his voice. Akali immediately caught onto what his words implied and sat up to turn around. There were less than a few seconds after she turned around and sat onto her knees before Tryndamere gripped the ninja with one hand by her ponytail and pulled her back. She cried out in pain, but that pain spiked her bliss in her core more than she expected.
I am quite the masochist…she idly thought before her mind went to mush as she felt him sheathe himself into her once again from behind. His thrusts were significantly deeper than before, and to her utter pleasure, curved. With a firm grip to her ponytail and one to her hips, Tryndamere restlessly plowed into the smaller woman, grunting and groaning as her vice-like grip hindered his access and escape. He immediately grips the base of her ponytail before pulling the hairband that kept it in place off, an audible snap of the elastic resonating as her hair fell to her shoulders and down her back. He clasped his hand under her chin and over her neck from behind before pulling her head to face him. He once again stuck his tongue out and shoved it into her mouth, effectively muffling her pants and cries of pleasure from his efforts. He used her short skirt, scrunched up at her navel, as a grip for her lower body, pulling her waist and ultimately her ass into his thrusts.
Tryndamere releases his hold on her tongue with his, now panting with Akali as his waist moved against her. The two looked lustfully into the other's eyes, observing the unrelenting desire for the other to go harder, faster, deeper than before with each thrust. Tryndamere buried his face into the back of her shoulder and pressed her head to his as he doubled his efforts, moving his hand that gripped her chin to her waist with his other. Akali reached behind her to grab him by his own hair with one hand and his arm with the other.
"You're…so tight…" Tryndamere hissed, biting into her shoulder before licking across the soft sweaty skin. In his right mind, he had no clue how someone could be so constricting around his cock, but then he remembered that she was still young, not even past the full maturity of her life. Something with that knowledge spurred him further, the feeling of pulling a taboo deeper than what it was enticing him like a moth to a flame.
"Fucking…hells…" he growled, feeling his second climax ebb closer and closer to fruition. Within seconds of pumping into Akali, his orgasm erupted, filling her womb with more seed. He continued to thrust however into her through his orgasm, feeling her walls constrict tighter and tighter until it was impossible to move an inch until her orgasm died down. Akali wailed out in pleasure, her body draining of energy as her second climax overtook her body.
Tryndamere releases his grip onto her waist, letting the ninja drop forward face first into the medical bed, now stained lightly with her sweat and bodily fluids. Their pants the only thing that is made within the room. He reached over the limp mass that was Akali, gripping a large amount of her hair and pulling her to sit up before making her lean forward to his crotch. Her mouth partly opened, Tryndamere fit the bulbous head of his erection into her mouth, his spunk staining the ninja's lips before meeting her tongue.
With her mouth halfway filled with his cock, he gripped the sides of her head, letting strands of hair coil around his fingers, before beginning to pump slowly into her mouth. Akali instinctively began sucking as he rutted within her mouth, his pace growing faster and faster with each consecutive thrust. She could smell and taste the pungent musk of his and her climax as her mouth was occupied, subtly savoring the bitter flavor that both of their fluids left. The sloppy sounds of her mouth being violated only grew as the barbarian king nearly impaled himself down her throat.
The barbarian continued his assault to Akali's throat for several minutes, taking turns between using her mouth as an onahole and, after repositioning herself onto her knees off the medical bed, letting her engulf his member willingly. Soon his body jerked forward, sheathing his cock as deep down her throat as possible before letting loose yet another torrent of spunk down her throat. Akali moaned blissfully, the sensation of his molten white seed searing her throat and sticking to her esophagus triggering another orgasm through her body.
As the seconds passed and rope after rope of cum filled her stomach, Tryndamere visually softened. He released his grip onto her hair and slid out of her mouth slowly, the hypersensitive nerves of his cock forcing him to lightly buck when her slick tongue grazed over it. Once fully freed from her cavity, Tryndamere takes a step back, catching himself from falling on the wall behind him. His member softening halfway as her relaxed his muscles.
Akali lets out a weak laugh before sluggishly standing up, using the bed as leverage to keep her balance. She stumbles slightly upon using her feet as the brutal fucking drained her legs of feeling.
"I…hah…I hope…you got more in you…" she calls, her voice hoarse through pants and abuse from the violent throat fucking as she turns to face the barbarian, stepping back until her ass hits the desk adjacent to the bed. Meeting his eyes, she could see the beast he had withheld within him recede into silence, like a rampaging dragon taking the eternal slumber it sought for centuries. She could also see his body's spiritual balance even out, indicating that her task was completed successfully.
But that didn't mean she was satisfied. At least not yet.
She pushed the rolling chair out the way without care of where it went, before propping herself up on the desk and unhooking her short skirt from her waist to drop on the floor and kicking her red heels away. "Because…now I really want you to fuck me…"
Tryndamere stalks his way around the bed and toward the ninja, eyes shifting between the goblets of seed draining from her core and her rising and falling chest. He watches her beckon him, spreading her legs open and licking her lips sultrily. He tugged his boxers down, letting the underwear drop to the floor to follow her skirt. Now both of them were nude save her white stockings and his ankle socks.
"I want you to fuck me hard…I want you to make my legs useless with that hard cock you have." She called further. "Fill me with your cum until I am certain to get pregnant. And don't stop even then…"
He needn't say anything in response. He only needed to do what she asked. Give the horny teen what she wanted, what she deserved. He only needed to fuck her relentlessly into the desk she propped herself against for him.
And with a devilish smirk, he obliged.
Running his fingers through her freely flowing black hair, Tryndamere pulled her head to his once more, locking his lips with hers and entangling their tongues together. His free hand gripped his cock and pressed the bulbous head to her core once more before entering slightly. The two moaned into each other's mouths at their reconnection, Akali biting down onto Tryndamere's bottom lip before running her tongue across it. Her hands raked once again through his hair to the top of his head as she felt him enter her inch after inch. While it wasn't the absolute bliss of being savagely fucked that he provided minutes earlier, she was no less enthralled in the action.
Once he fully sheathed himself into her, he began rocking himself back and forth, picking up speed within seconds of being enveloped. The cacophony of moans and pants once again filled the small hospital room, this time more prominent over the sound of skin since Tryndamere's thrusts were more savored. Akali once again locked her legs around his waist, taking immense pleasure at the barbarian's hands firmly grasping onto her ass on the desk as he guided her into his thrusts. She herself moved in coordination with his movements, meeting his hips halfway against the desk.
"Your cock…feels amazing…." She moaned in a whisper, glaring into his eyes with an alluring daze. "It's so hard…so big! I feel so full…"
Tryndamere continued to thrust relentlessly into her, moaning her name along with swears and pleas of coital rapture. He felt her ankles lock onto his back, keeping him within the position to fuck her with no escape.
As if he would leave.
Within minutes, the two's lips were back onto one another, their tongues mingling frantically with one another as they felt yet another orgasm build within them. Tryndamere's cock throbbed angrily within each thrust, more noticeable now that it wasn't some wild demon within his mind dictating his actions.
"I'm going to…" he warned, looking up to meet the ninja's lidded eyes. She smiled sultrily to his caution, biting down on her lip.
"Good…" she purred, pulling his head into another deep sensual kiss. Leaning back with his head cradled in her arms and their lips locked, she pulled him down with her so he was on top of her body on the desk, her hair spread out like a frame for both of them and his serving as curtains to their tongues dancing. Within another few thrusts, Tryndamere's cock spasmed within her, ropes of cum erupting once more to fill her more. At this point, her womanhood couldn't hold anymore of his seed, a few drops ebbing out the cracks between her lips and his shaft. The two moaned in sync as they came, tightening their embrace against each other. He could feel the hardened nipples she had pressed against his chest, and she the tightly packed pectoral covered in sweat from him.
Akali once again weakly laughs, slowly uncoiling her legs from around the barbarian's waist. "That….that was….wow…" she panted. She had little strength left in her to stand, her legs like jelly and the remainder of her body no better. Her hair disheveled from the abuse given to her. Tryndamere stood up straight from hovering above the Kinkou, his breathing ragged and labored. He slowly slid out the coil of the young woman, his seed oozing from her core in large volumes and onto the metal desk.
"No….no kidding…" Tryndamere replied with a smirk as he wobbled back until he sat on the medical bed. "I am…honestly still confused…why did you do that again?"
Akali, with what little strength she held, sat up from the desk. "We of the Kinkou…can sense and see the imbalance that rests within other people…and are tasked with helping those people by any means necessary."
Tryndamere furrowed his brow but nodded with an understanding look. "Makes sense…" he mumbled. He walked over to where his underwear sat on the floor before picking the trousers up. He paused halfway, however, his face scrunching back into a confused look. "Wait…so how do you help other people?"
"We have many methods to rebalance the spiritual integrity people may have. In most cases, it is meditation within peaceful solitude. In your case, it was a more drastic enticement." She explained.
"…so having rough sex with me was your way of drastic enticement?" she nodded.
"You have the soul of a barbarian and a fighter. And with it being held down for years, it took something to ignite all your senses to their deepest level to awaken and satisfy the hunger your spirit held."
"So…a heated fight couldn't have been just as effective?" he asked. Akali opened her mouth to answer but paused when she realized the question was without one.
In hindsight…I didn't need to do this…she thought. "…huh. I didn't think of that at the time…"
"…I won't complain or tell if you don't." Tryndamere said after a long pause.
"Agreed," Akali replied. Another long pause of silence filled the room. "…we were pretty into it, though…"
"Yeah. The question is what now?"
"Well, the demon that plagued your spirit has fallen into the sleep, probably for a while. How long is unknown." Akali explained as she stood from off the desk and picked up her skirt. "However, so long as you feel the strains of your current life, it will return to harm your spirit eventually."
Tryndamere smirked before standing up and walking over to the ninja. "If that happens…can you help me?"
Akali looked to the barbarian with a serious look, to which threw him off. However, she immediately sent a sultry grin to him. "Maybe. Hopefully, no one messes up the physical exam forms like the last person did."
Tryndamere grunted in approval.
To be continued...