Ahri smiled as she stood up slowly, softly placing the edge of her skirt back into place as she removed herself from yet another victim of hers. The prey that she had used, a young man perhaps not even twenty years of age and once filled with life, was now unconcious, uncaring and souless as he lay face down upon the soft bed where the activities of the last night had taken place. Ahri giggled a little as she mentally prided herself for taking yet another victim, the evidence clear all of her. A little dried cum was visible on her face, with some more nearly fluid glazing her solid breasts that she was so proud of. Far more removed itself from her cavernous and unlimited, yet somehow still tight and youthful love hole with a satisfying squishing sound as the plucked the average sized and now limp cock out of her pussy. She smiled briefly as she tightened her muscles to allow the last of the reproductive fluids of the last night, both hers and his, to exit her and flow onto her beautiful labia before dripping down onto the floor. Wiping a few other spots with a small silk towel she carried, she remembered how easy it had been to seduce this man, to persuade him to make love, and the look of realization on hia face as he tried in the last moments not to orgasm, but failing as her tight walls had milked all of his seed and his soul with it, the small green wisps flowing out of him into the small orb she held by her, the sudden collapse he faced when his body seized, and now the disposal of the evidence. As the threads of the cloth left her, so too did the last indication of any activity that had happened just hours ago. She murmured in appreciation at her skills, then frowned as she looked at the victim. Though he was still alive, he would certainly suspicous, a far cry from his usual self. And she could hardly afford to raise any suspicion when she had a path to eternal life right here.
Ahri deliberated for some time before deciding to allow him to be, shoving him to the couch nearby to better use the new strength that she had taken from this man, and then covering the scene with a wine bottle and a smashed cup. The wine has been emptied last night, but nobody would know the wiser. The scene would be of a drunken man, yet another one in the streets. Although Ahri had hid quite a few incidents that way, she was confident one more lethargic, unresponsive and amnesiac man wouldn't make too much of a difference. After all, as much as she disgusted these simple minded young males, they were the source of her youth and power. In terms of pure soul extraction and life source, there was no substitute for the freshly extracted semen of a man in the prime of life. So she would continue to do what she had to, with no regrets at all. She inconspicuously smuggled herself outside of the inn where she had spent the night and dawn, and had soon forgotten the last night as soon as she saw another male, this one too seemingly endless in his energy.
She immediately began her practiced approach, moving with the practiced precision of any hunter chasing its prey. She moved her hips, swaying them from side to side, strutting in a way that emphasized her breasts, at this stage seemingly full orbs ready to burst out of her kimono, which were barely able to hold them in. Ahri was pleased to see the male looking in awe, especially when she bent over in front of him, feigning interest in a piece of fruit in a cart and knowingly smiling when the male almost dropped his jaw in awe, and even moreso when she saw, to her satisfaction, a barely visible bulge at the conjoining of his legs. Clearly the sight of something in front of him had aroused him sexually. Ahri was willing to bet her life that it was certainly fruit that caused this erection, not the vast array of produce and sweet juices on the stalls and wagons ahead but instead the strawberries imprinted on her smooth panties that hung closely to her pussy and were drenched in wetness. She thought for a moment how dissappointed and unaroused the man would be if he knew that it was not her own lubrication but rather another man's cum seeping out from her inner flesh that had resulted in this dark spot on her panties. But he didn't knew, like most victims never knew of her true identity until it was too late. Sure, the trademark ears and tail gave it away immediately if seen, but she could hide them under her kimono and a hood in public, and in the dark most either couldn't see it or didn't care. She knew this was one of the advantages of having a great set of assets. Perhaps she would show them off even better in far more arousing and revealing clothing. That thought did genuinely allow her to shudder as her vagina released a small amount of fluid at the thought of her own sexy and certainly appealing body, dressed in nothing but the tiniest bikini that let her boobs bounce freely and a miniature c-string to show her beautiful puffy lips. She shook her head, not allowing her to be distracted from her purpose. She needed to collect souls, essence, and cum. Her own attractiveness would need to wait.
Almost covertly, she stepped behind the man before, seeing nobody had their prying eyes upon her, slipped her lithe and smooth hand down the trousers to establish a firm grip on his cock, stroking it slightly to allow it to harden. The man's eyes widened, but Ahri shushed him with a slow teasing touch that brought him fully to life and forced a small drop of pre to escape the slit at his bulbous head. Then, she gasped. There was trouble. Somebody was hunting her down, for what reason she did not know. But she heard those words clearly, and for the first time in her life since she became partially human, she was afraid. She gave a look of sorrow to the man before trying to run. She did not go very far. The man was angry, she could tell. She felt bad for leaving him unattended but had no choice, and tried to escape again. She received a smash in the face and a blow that knocked her out as a reward.
When she came to again, with swirling stars in her eyes, she immediately felt the discomfort of ropes binding her to a hard and smooth surface, cool to the touch. What was more, as shw looked around, she saw a group of men, many of them with dark looks in their eyes and daggers upon their belts or fastened to their shirts, if not in their hand and ready to use. She couldn't understand how this was happening. The man had looked like a regular civillian, not a member of this horrible gang of sorts, and certainly not an evildoer. Then again, she thought, a beautiful seductress who wore marvelous clothing hardly seemed like the type to cleanse and rob males of their souls. Ahri consoled herself by thinking of the fact that she was at least becoming human, if at a cost to others. It doesn't matter to me though, she thought. A few humans here or there, who cared? Her fulfilling the dream of human life was alk that mattered, sacrifices here or there might be neccessary but she didn't care. I am going to become fully human- or die trying.
The voices of the men brought her back to her senses. She picked up the words "champion", "powerful" and "absolutely beautiful", among others. She was pleased with the thinking of these men, for perhaps thinking that the League would save her and kill all in the path, they just might release her. The true motive, however, was soon clear to her when the first article of clothing was removed.
Her shoes, dark heels that were designed for absolute attention (although not for running, she lamented), were rudely taken off and thrown aside. Next was the slim white scarf that she had been wearing, the dainty silk ripped off roughly and thrown to the wind, sailing far away. She thought of resisting, then decided not to. As powerful as she was with the newly gained essence, she couldn't think of trying to fight against all 5 of her attackers. So she relaxed herself as much as she could and allowed herself to sink as much as she could.
Her kimono followed the scarf and shoes, the delicate red, gold and white fabric sheared, the ones who were holding her captive not caring about the purpose. She felt a pair of hands, large and powerful, on her back and undoing the clasp that held her bra. Simultaneously, another hand grabbed at her inner thigh pulling down the soft panties that were all that left between the world and her damp womenhood. Her breasts were finally freed from their cloth prison and spilled out to the delight of those around her, and her smooth shaven lips were visible to all to see. Finally entirely exposed, she sighed and prepared to endure what would follow.
Two hours later, it was done. The deed had been finished, first by the exhausted men and then by her. As powerful as her former predators were, they were no match for her cunning thoughts. She had been in control from the beginning, once again, and she had all to show for it. Her holes, brutally used for the past two hours and filled with plenty of seed were beginning to close themselves up again, although the pain in her rectum was still pulsing slightly eith evrry step. Her belly, too, ached a little, perhaps from either the jostling around or the load of cum that had been deposited within her. Her face had been roughly abused, as had her still aching throat. But she was pleased, for her womenhood, her pride and joy (and also greatest weapon in her quest) remained intact, if never better in its condition. A quick squeeze told her it was in working condition and tight as ever, and perhaps could even be mistaken for that of a virgin if not for the loads that gushed from it with every step. Ahri wiped the last of her own fluids from her precious tails, dressed herself in the tattered but nonetheless functional dress, and moved on, holes satisfied, lust purged and essence gathered.
What she was not ready for was a giant beast to come up behind her that moment and suddenly attack her. She had been so preoccupied that she did not realise how dark it was, and how isolated the alley had been at this hour. A quick sniff and she immediately knew her assailant. "Rengar" she muttered. "What do you seek?" The response was quick and drove her to fear. "You."
Ahri cried as almost immediately a massive red appendage was shoved in front of her face and down her thoat, her essence orb not able to repair the damage quickly enough. Now Ahri was truly worried, for if her orb was not able to repair...it could also not gather essences. She could only obey, and such on Rengar's massive 13 inch erection, the width of which easily forced her throat to expand and her breathing to suffer. Only faint wisps from the orb were able to keep her airways open and provide oxygen to her labored lungs. After what seemed an eternity, she felt the cock grow at the tip, as Rengar violently forced more of it into her small throat, expanding her esophagus. A few seconds later, the head spasmed, before it shot its fiery load down into Ahri's esophagus and into her stomach. More follow, one after another, and right when she is afraid she is going to suffocate the flow stops, a full litre of fluid oozing from her mouth and even more inside of her belly. Rengar, somewhat exhausted now, retrieves his cock from Ahri's lips.
Ahri feels the cock, now softer, leave her mouth and is relieved, thinking the worst had passed. She is wrong. What follows will make her throat-fucking episode from a few moments ago seem like the eye of the storm. In one, swift thrust, the nine-tailed fox feels her precious vagina violated with the first 6 inches of Rengar's massive cock. Ahri gives a cry of pain as she tries to hold back tears, and she fails miserably as they slide from her eyes onto the dried cum patches around her face. "Does it hurt?" Rengar asks her softly? "Yes" Ahri chokes in reply, her innermost muscle violated. "I'm sorry" Rengar aknowledges, as Ahri's body visibly slumps a little in relief, her eyes hopeful. Then Rengar continues: "I'm really sorry, Ahri. I meant for that to enter your ass." Ahri's eyes widen as her anus clenches, trying to repel the full length of Rengar's cock. Her last act of desperation had the same success as an peice of toast attempting to warm all of Lake Baikal. Her anus and rectum working in concert are powerful, but comparing them to Rengar's pelvic muscles and erect cock would be like trying to put up an icecube against a nuclear weapon. Ahri felt her muscles quiver and essentially be torn through, her defence weakening and then ceasing to exist. 13 inches of pain in one second thrust through her, entering her bowels and then some. Ahri shrieks in pain she feels this invader Barely 5 thrusts later, Rengar gasps as he feels the muscles tighten again, this time adding massively to his pleasure. His head engorges once more before spewing a huge load far into Ahri's intestines, the torrents of seemingly endless river of cum flowing to her stomach in high pressure, and then, as Ahri vomited, out of her mouth and all over the streets in a grotesque mixture. The other half either remains within Ahri or finds its egress through her asshole, now gaping in an angry shade of red and 4 inches wide. Ahri, crying one last time in pain, winces as she collapses in a small heap, in a puddle of her own vomit and Rengar's semen as Rengar, satisfied, decided to take a nap next to his newly claimed bitch. It would be the last nap he would take.
Males are all the same, Ahri thought, still not sure how she had survived. Her orb had somehow began to work again at the last moment, but she is grateful. She smirks as she sees the hunter's cock, now purple and fading even more. Somehow the orb had overcompensated for the failure earlier and drained not most of his life energy (as it did with previous victims) but all of it, leaving Rengar very much dead. She felt a twinge of regret, then remembered the anal session from earlier. He came after just 5 thrusts, Ahri thought, didn't even try to hold on longer. Even if I kept him alive somehow, he wouldn't have been a good mate.
Ahri's holes are magically once again sealing themselves with the essence that was locked within the orb, a squelching sound clearly audible as the tissue struggles to reconnect itself after taking such a beating. Even with the magical repair, she realizes that her asshole is going to be loose for quite some time, if not forever. She shrugs as she feels a slight tingle as her outer lips reassemble themselves, and the small scratches in her back and breasts heal and are covered with a mixture of scar tissue and smooth skin. Even magic, however wonderful, still had its limits. But Ahri was Ahri again, confident, in control, and with the tightest, most sought after, and desdly holes in all of Runeterra. And for now, that was enough. For the one demanding retribution for all the losses she had incurred...only her life would be pay the price for revenge.
The end?
~Ebullient Star
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