Alright, so this takes place directly after Chapter 7 of Eyowyn's 'A Light in the Desert'. This should be considered an alternate universe, not parallel. Speaking of which, go read it! It will definitely be worth your time. Ah and yes, warnings.
Yes, you're probably like, 'WaddleBuff, with warnings?'. Aha. Well this lemon is…special.
Bestiality galore, and is dirty and explicit to an almost excessive degree. Read on if you dare (please do, because Ahri is too amazing not to be read T_T).
Turning the last page within the Measured Tread, Nasus shuts the covers of the age-old volume, the book letting out a satisfied whump.
Nasus turns the closed book to face him, looking indignantly at the weathered cover before placing it beside him in the grass. Leaning back onto the bark of the oak tree behind him, Nasus closes his eyes, allowing the wind to ruffle through the small fibers of fur that occupies his skin invisible to the naked eye.
Today he had left his chest plate and other accessories in his chambers, the only garment protecting him from the elements being the battered gold-plated sarong that girded itself around his waist, held in place by a belt.
It had been quite a while since the Curator of the Sands ventured out into the grounds of the Institute in such a casual manner. However, since recently, Nasus felt that unnecessary protection could be spared if he were to merely stroll around the gardens of the Institute.
Once again, this fact made him his apprehension of the humans and other creatures of Runeterra withering away from his psyche.
At this, a mental image of Luxanna Crownguard suddenly crosses Nasus' relaxing mind, bringing a small smile to his face. With her gleaming face however, the passages of the Measured Tread follow, the grin formed on his canine lips fleeing as quickly as it had presented itself.
Subsequently Nasus recalls the previous day when he and Luxanna had exited the gardens bordering the Institute. A flash of golden eyes and a mischievous grin melts through the lines of Demacian morals and ethics that had begun to scrawl across his brain. He remembers the fox woman who had handed him the Measured Tread covered in mud and grime, her tails lithely swirling through the air playfully as she walked away before he had a chance to even mutter a 'thank you'.
His eyes suddenly fly open wide, simultaneous to a sudden wind that has decided to rustle through the branches above his head. A sudden curiosity sparks within him at the thought of Ahri, the Nine-Tailed fox (or as Lux had called her, the soul drinker).
As the seconds pass by into minutes, Nasus' eyes narrow as the thoughts in his wise intellect begin to circulate in faster cycles; the curiosity that had sparked within his psyche quickly grows into a desperate urge.
That fox woman. There was something about her. Alluring, yet repelling. He needed to find her.
As if acting on their own accord, Nasus' legs bring him upright to stand, picking up the book and his ever-present staff. The ears atop his head begin to flinch, an inadvertent sniff passing through his nose.
Unknowing if Ahri is occupied, whether in a match or other reason, Nasus proceeds to search for her using his keen canine senses. For a creature with such sharp senses, tracking an individual by their scent requires barely any effort.
Pressing his nose against the book in his left paw, Nasus takes one whiff of Ahri's lingering scent before proceeding to exit through a wrought-iron gate leading to an exposed hall of the Institute of War. His steps are (ironically) measured treads, his sharp senses providing an invisible thread to lead him to the desired quarry.
Nasus finds his thoughts to dwell on the fox woman more than he desires as his feet carry him through the Institute past bustling Summoners and a few Champions. What were her intentions? Ever since their first true meeting outside of the Fields of Justice, she seemed to interact with him in a way that truly puzzled the wise librarian, his thoughts struggling to interpret her motives.
Rounding a corner, Nasus suddenly feels his heart make a short dip as the mental image of the woman intimately clinging onto his body completely naked crosses his mind. A sort of grimace occupies his visage as he desperately shakes the vulgar thought away to the far-off corners of his mind.
What had just happened?
Nasus grits his teeth in frustration, bewildered to his meandering thoughts. For a being that has lived for eons, meandering thoughts are strange and uncommon in themselves. But for such a thought to be one so vulgar, so degenerate, truly bemuses the Curator as his nose leads him to the West Wing of the Institute dormitories.
Finally coming to a conclusion, his mind's answer is that this is the work of Ahri's magical charm. He had heard stories of the fox woman to use this upon unsuspecting men in order to siphon their life essences.
'Yes. This is the most likely reason.' his mind decides, crossing its arms in satisfaction.
For literally centuries, Nasus had not even engaged in sexual interactions with anyone, much less think about such topics. The last time he had allowed his carnal desires to flow through his body was during a lull time during the war that had ravaged his planet back on his homeworld.
Nasus stops, arriving in front of a door that, according to his senses, belonged to the nine-tailed fox. Leaning against the wall, he crosses his arms and closes his eyes to wait. There was no rush; he had all the time in the world.
This time allowing the thoughts to slip past the hardened barriers of his mind, Nasus reminisces on the night that had been devoted to his secret lover.
Her name was Monifa.
A sandstorm violently howls through the weathered stone buildings of Zagareh, the capital city of Nasus' homeworld.
The enemy forces had been driven back from the capital city. So far back, that the Resistance assumed the opposition wouldn't strike back for at least two days.
This provided much time for the soldiers to have a well-needed rest.
But for Nasus, this merely meant time to be spent with his lover.
He had met Monifa on the battlefields after a particularly harsh battle. The two had been lying side by side on a long white sheet laid across the bare desert sand; a makeshift infirmary. The moment the two started to speak to each other, their conversations extended to hours of chatting, Nasus' usual demeanor completely eradicated whenever within her presence.
Before long, the couple found themselves to be in love.
Whenever any time was spared, they would gravitate towards each other among the other soldiers almost instinctively.
Finally, during this lull time in the war, their lust could not be withheld any longer.
It had taken place inside Nasus' quarters within the library dormitories.
As soon as the two stepped inside of the room, the lust overpowered them.
Her white fur shone brightly in the candle-lit ambient glow of the room, her perky ears friskily fluttering about as their snouts joined as one.
Within moments the two creatures were sprawled atop the massive bed, naked. Their fur bristled against each other, small electric sensations making the small fibers stand on end.
At last, Nasus felt his huge member push against his lover's folds, and he stopped her as she prepared for entry.
She looked at him inquisitively with her golden eyes filled with bemusement.
"Are you sure you want to do this Monifa?"
In reply he only received a mischievous giggle, her paw traversing his erect shaft, sending sparks of pleasure up his spine.
"What's wrong Nasus?", she inquired, her eyes burning into his as she continued to stimulate him.
"Don't you trust me?"
Nasus feels a small tingle run through his dormant member, the first sexual arousement he has felt for more than a century.
He has lost track of time as his thoughts still meander upon his past experiences. It is not until a strong pleasant yet musky aroma assaults his nose. In one sniff Nasus quickly identifies its various components; fresh sweat mingles with the faint scent pine, a fragrant smell of lilacs intertwining with the natural perfume of a woman, the familiar and somewhat pleasant fragrance of recent physical activity bringing a sudden pang of recognition into Nasus' psyche.
Was this real? Monifa?
His eyes fly wide open, Monifa's scent still strong in his snout.
Instead his eyes are met with the golden orbs of Ahri, an amused grin planted on her face as she leaned forward into him mischievously, allowing him to have an ample view of her breasts glistening with sweat. Her tails are spread out behind her in their usual playful demeanor, her hands clasped behind her back.
"Have you been waiting for long?"
Her voice surprisingly makes his pulse skip, the utter sultriness just dripping from her words snaking into his eardrums like sweet notes plucked off of the strings of some mystical instrument.
Quickly regaining his composure he straightens himself, removing one of his legs off the wall behind him to stand upright.
"No. Not at all."
Ahri giggles. Nasus winces.
"You sure about that?"
Nasus stays silent, unable to decipher whether her last inquiry is a rhetorical question, or one that needed answering.
Ahri leans in as if to whisper a secret, resolving his predicament of trying to find an answer.
"You see…you've stood there for about ten minutes. Just standing with your eyes closed."
If Nasus is physically able to blush, he would have done so.
"So…you have been standing in front of me for…ten minutes?"
Ahri gives a playful shrug, her essence orb being spun like a glob atop one of her languid tails.
"What can I say? If I find an immortal anthropomorphic dog standing in front of my room, I'd be curious as to why he was standing there. So I stood with you."
Nasus teeth bare in a slight snarl of irritation, but his lips do not allow themselves to be parted completely as they are hindered by his amusement.
"Are you always this…playful?" he inquires, speaking his mind with his usual solemn tone.
Ahri answers with one of her signature giggles, sending another unwanted shiver down Nasus' spine.
"Only if I need to obtain something that I want," she says provocatively, one of her tails running down his bare arm as she turns to unlock the door to her room with a white tail acting as a key.
Nasus shudders slightly at the sensual contact, one of his eyebrows rising slightly as his gaze follows the tail that had bristled across his arm. Was this fox woman…flirting with him?
This prediction however is not even considered in his mind, the sensation of Ahri's soft fur scathing his arm almost completely arousing him. Now that he got a good look at her, Nasus realizes the resemblance between her and his lost lover.
Quickly, Nasus dismisses the thought before yet another perverted inadvertent image found its way into his mind. He finds himself trying his hardest not to be aroused by the woman before him.
"Magic," Nasus reassures himself "It is only her magic. She is not even sexually attractive; look at those thighs. Her fangs haven't even grown in yet."
But still, his eyes are lost as they stare at Ahri with a blank look, the fox standing within her doorway with an enticing posture.
Fangs or not, at that moment he finds himself to be staring.
"Now I think you've done enough standing. Care to join me inside?" she asks, that seductive smile of her splayed across her visage in a way that only she could accomplish.
He continues to stare at her with his inquisitive eyes as she saunters into her room, tails continuing to flay about in the air. Seeing no other choice, he follows the fox through the doorway, his hand instinctively closing the door behind him.
This is going to be interesting.