Starting out with a dark topic: cannibalism. While the main character in this is Nidalee, the trolls and their barbaric ways. I tried to find a way to translate words and sentences into a troll language, but I failed to find such a thing so I went with the Spanish language as that's the only one I've taken a class in. Thanks to Microsoft Translator and my notes from said class, I managed to get out a couple of sentences.

I hope everyone enjoys this short story and know that I am taking recommendations. The only requirement is that the main champion or topic must have little to no fan fiction made up for the character or topic.

Story One: Tribal Cooking (Nidalee, Teemo, and Trundle, plus trolls)

Warning! Contains attempts to cannibalism, human preparation and cooking, and partial lemon(s). Please read only if 18 or over.

Nidalee turned her head to look oven her shoulder, and then back in front of herself when her escort shot her a mean look. She scratched her right elbow, but stopped and let her fingers hang loose when she was poked by the point of a spear. She smiled as she turned her head to the one who poked her. "I wasn't trying anything, honest." She said innocently.

"Mantener la cabeza hacia adelante y caminar humano. (Translation: Keep your head forward and walk human.)" He said to her. By his expression, games were not to be played, and he expected her to do as she was instructed.

She shrugged and turned her head back, continuing to follow the leader. "Where do you think they are taking us?" She asked.

From inside a burlap sack, a voice came out. "I've been stuck in a sack for the last few hours. Are we still in the Kumungu Jungle?" He asked.

"No, we're not. I think we are in the Plague Jungles. Do you think any of your Motherhood scouts will find us?" She asked.

Teemo was silent for several moments as he thought. "I do not know. There are parts of the jungles we do not scout because of the dangers." He answered.

Nidalee let out a sigh before shaking her head. "Well, what do you think they are going to do with us?" She asked.

"I know next to nothing about trolls, except for Trundle. Oh, do you think these trolls will know him?" He asked with hope in his tone.

Sadly, she was forced to dash that hope. "I'm pretty sure they only speak their own language." She said, looking from one troll to the other. All of them were shorter than her by about a foot or more, but they were much stronger and all were armed with spears, clubs, and axes made from thick branches and sharpened stones. "They look like the same species Trundle is, but I am not sure." She added.

Teemo sighed, one of the sounds she could hear from him. "You know, it's funny. I was offered to learn troll during my field training, but I only learned enough to tell them where they are and give basic directions." He admitted.

"Look on the bright side; you're probably the first scout to be captured by a troll hunting party." She said sarcastically.

"Well, it's been an honor to know you Nid." He said.

"Likewise, Teemo." She replied.

After nearly half an hour of silence, their troll escorts began to talk to one another. It seemed that they did not want to interrupt their captives' conversations, which only made her feel worse of what they intended to do to them.

When there was a pause, Teemo spoke. "By the way, couldn't you change into cougar form and get us out of here?" He asked.

Nidalee let out a sigh. "I can't, not with my arms bound the way they are." She said, turning around slightly to show him. Thanks to their silence, the trolls apparently thought he had passed out inside the sack, so they raised him out of the sack enough so his head was free. "If I tried now, it would just break my arms. We'd still be captured, and I'd be in pain from my broken arms." She said.

He thought for a few seconds, and then responded. "Why not just heal yourself after?" He asked.

"Broken limbs are different from sprains and cuts, and do you really think they will just stand by as I heal myself?" She asked.

He looked down toward the ground. "I guess not, but maybe they would be distracted and you could get me out of these." He said.

She shook her head. "They would probably kill me if I did transform. We'll just have to hope Trundle or a summoner comes along." She said.

"What about Rengar?" He asked.

"It's his hunting season, and he's somewhere north." She said.

He frowned and looked down, defeated. Nidalee would have done the same, but their escorts made her walk. At least they were not carrying her on a stick like some kind of prized game.

As the trolls started up their conversations again, Nidalee posed a dark question. "Do you think this is a hunting party for exotic food?" She asked.

Before he could answer, one of the trolls, the one she assumed was the leader, spoke. "Humanos tranquila! Estamos casi a la tribu. (Translation: Quiet human! We are almost to the tribe.)" He said.

Nidalee smirked. "I'm sorry, was I being rude?" She asked with a sly smile. The troll leader turned an angry, warning glare on her, promising punishment if she continued. The smile never left her features. "I like it on the wild side, what did you expect?" She asked.

The troll stopped, the others of the party stopping as well, and turned to Nidalee. Instead of talking, he took a piece of leather from his vest, and forcibly tired it around her mouth, making a gag. While it was not very effective, the warning was clear: keep talking and you will be silenced.

So Nidalee kept quiet, and nearly followed. Teemo was only shoved back into the sack, but it was not tightened to prevent him from getting fresh air. Both of them remained quiet as he was carried and she followed.

After a couple of minutes, they arrived at a collection of huts. By the look of it, she guessed it was the trolls' tribe. The fact that other trolls came to greet the others, they smaller than the ones she and Teemo had been with for the journey, smiled brightly.

Were these under different circumstances, she would find this touching. Under the current circumstances, she found this annoying.

After greetings were given, the leader gave orders to his men, sending some of them away, and took the remaining ones with him deeper into the tribe. Of the four that remained, one carried Teemo, two kept watch over Nidalee, and the fourth spoke privately with the leader.

The huntress could tell that these were indeed trolls like Trundle, brown at least, but none of them appeared to recognize her. If any of them did, they would know her and Teemo to be Champions of the League of Legends and release them. As it was, neither of them knew the trolls' language and the trolls clearly did not know who they were other than a human female and a yordle male.

As they walked past, she turned her head to the sounds of whispers and hushed voices. While she could not understand the language, the tones made her nervous. She felt like prey being stalked by a pack of predators, each eyeing her to tell if they wanted to fight for a piece of her.

She bumped into the back of the troll leader, who turned and glared at her. She smiled past the gag, her eyes reflecting the smile he could not see. Oddly, he turned away from her, back to someone in front of him.

Curious, she looked over the troll's shoulder to see another one, this one much older and with a staff decorated with intricate and elaborate figures and symbols. She could tell that this was one of the shamans, a troll of magical abilities and high rank among his tribe.

While most of the male trolls wore loincloths of leather and animal hides, the females wearing much the same but in more a dress-like fashion, these hunters wore hide armor pieces. This shaman, however, wore either cloth or silk, a symbol of his higher rank.

Finally, the two trolls finished their discussion. The hunter turned to Nidalee and the shaman approached her. He raised his empty right hand to her left shoulder, giving it a firm squeeze, and then trailed his hand down her body, squeezing softly at spots. He paused at her thigh, which he gently patted.

And then, he looked up at her, his eyes meeting hers, and smiled. It sent a shiver down her spine.

When he turned back to the hunter, he spoke. "Un retén fino, Tuta Moog. Había carne firme, tierna y seguramente se cocinan bien. (Translation: A fine catch. She has firm, tender meat and will surely cook well.)" He said.

The hunter's posture eased slightly; clearly pleased by the words she could not understand. "Gracias elder. Mis hombres y yo le dirá a la mujer para preparar el banquete. (Translation: Thank you elder. My men and I will tell the woman to prepare for the banquet.)" He said, and then turned to his men, giving them orders.

As Nidalee was pushed forward, Teemo poked his head out of the sack. "¡ Un momento! ¿Qué es eso? (Translation: Wait! What is that?)" The shaman called out. The trolls stopped and the one carrying Teemo handed him and the sack to the lead hunter, who then handed the scout to the shaman.

The old troll looked at Teemo with genuine pleasure, and then looked back to the hunter. He said something, and the trolls nodded. The two escorting Nidalee began moving once more, forcing her away from her friend and leading her to her own fate. The two of them stared into one another's eyes, bidding one another a final farewell.

Finally, one of them took the gag away from her mouth, but what she saw made her too worried to speak now.

In front of her was a large, flat bottom cauldron sitting over a burner with dry, neatly stacked wood under it and a low table near it. There was a small staircase for one to climb into the cauldron, and a lid that hung off to the side. The table held a selection of bottles and bowls with contents she could not even begin to guess at.

Her mind was brought back into reality when she felt one of them slap her left butt cheek, and then the other grab her covered breasts in both of his coarse, rough hands. She snapped at the one who held her breasts, nearly biting off his nose, but she missed due to the other grabbing her hair.

Nidalee turned her attention to the one who held her hair, but was caught off guard when he grabbed her throat with his other hand, keeping her from tossing her head around and trying to bite them. When she tried to kick the one who was groping her, he caught her leg and went to his knees, binding her legs together with a thick rope. They had had practice with this kind of thing, and were obviously use to their victims struggling.

When she could no longer move her legs, the troll holding her hair gripped her left wrist as well, keeping her from moving too much. The other one then began to remove her clothing and bands, taking them off carefully so as to not harm her skin. If it wasn't for her already being helpless, she would have transformed into her cougar form just to spite them and ruin their meal, but that would only result in more pain for her.

"You bastards had better hope I do not get out of this. If I do, I swear the two of you will be the first to die." She threatened, glaring daggers at them.

Neither troll paid her any attention as they continued to strip her.

When they finished, and she was completely naked, they both marveled at her flawless tan skin, her shapely figure, the stripes that adored her body, her perky dark brown nipples at the ends of her breasts, and her toned muscles.

"Esta mujer es increíble! ¿Está hirviendo realmente lo mejor para ella? (Translation: This woman is amazing! Is boiling really the best for her?)" One of the trolls said, running his hand from her left shoulder, down her side, cupping her breast in his hand for a moment, and finally ending at her hip before gripping it and squeezing.

The other one shook his head. "Es tradición, nosotros le debemos cocinar hirviéndolas durante la ceremonia. (Translation: It is tradition, we must cook her by boiling for the ceremony.)" The other one said, regret evident in his tone. He slapped the other's hand away from her thigh, and then tipped her over.

His companion let out a sigh before lifting her up by her legs. Despite her struggling, they were able to get her onto the table. She still had plenty of fight in her, but her glaring couldn't even make them back away. She was now naked, bound with her arms behind her and her legs at her ankles, and laying on her back.

As she tried to free herself, the serious one held her down while the other, the one who had groped her, picked up one of the bottles. After smelling a few, he finally decided on one and began to drip small amounts onto her body, concentrating most of it on her thighs, stomach, breasts, and arms. He didn't add any to head or neck, but it was strong enough to know what it was by scent.

In the Kumungu Jungle, there is a semi-rare plant along the ferns and bushes. This plant produces one of the rare ingredients that Teemo uses for his special poisons, but she had never thought of it being used in cooking preparations. Or, maybe it was for subduing live prey. She had learned, from others and personal experience, that panic and other internal fears may amplify the taste of an animal's meat. Whatever their thinking of it was, she knew this ingredient gave off paralysis when applied in large amount and to the majority of one's body.

The groper began to carefully but roughly massage the oil into her skin, causing her to clench her teeth and grunt with each push. The serious one said something to him and he eased the pressure, making it more comfortable but no more preferable. She could tell what they were going to do with her, and that kept this particular oil massage from being pleasant.

Despite her rage, Nidalee could not control her body as her senses told her to enjoy the soothing and relaxing touch of the troll's hands as they kneaded her toned muscles. She did her best to keep from purring in pleasure, as was her way, but could not stop herself from moaning and calming from the massage and the effects of the oil.

As the troll worked his strong fingers along her thigh, lightly pinching here and making small spirals there, she was beginning to feel good; her body warming from the inside. Even with the knowledge of why she was being treated this way, she could not help but enjoy the effects of the scented cooking oil as it was rubbed into her skin. For all she knew, it could have the added effect of being a weak aphrodisiac in a concentrated liquid form.

Suddenly, she felt something that made her eyes widen and forced her to arch her back. She gasped in shock and winced as she felt a pressure on her stomach, forcing her lower half back onto the table. With her back still arched and head pushed against the wood of the table, her mind tried to work out what was causing her body to shudder this way. And then, in an unexpected development, she realized what it was: she had climaxed.

Finally, it stopped, leaving her to lie on the table to recover from her convulsion. Over the sound of her heavy breathing, she heard the serious troll saying something to the groper; the serious one sounded angry.

It was seconds later when she realized that the groper had been working the oil into her body through her sensitive folds, which were the cause of her surprise and her body's natural reaction to her unwanted climax. She watched through cloudy eyes as the groper's right hand dripped with a mix of the oil and her bodily fluids. By the way her folds felt, he had not been gentle. At least she was used to being handled roughly by some of her previous sexual partners, but those were few and far between.

After a time, they stopped talking to one another and resumed their previous tasks of holding her down and rubbing the oil into her skin once more. Her face had turned red when she felt the troll's hands return to her body. This time, the touch was more comforting, soothing even, causing her to moan and, against her will, purr with the pleasure of it.

The troll moved his hands from her hips to her stomach, firmly massaging the scented cooking oil into her skin and muscles. Nidalee panted each time she felt him run his hands from the top of her hips to just below her chest, his fingers even sliding over a small portion of her back as his thumbs pressed into her abs. When he moved his hands up to her breasts, he added more of the oil before rubbing it into her titflesh. From top to bottom and then bottom to center and to the sides, he repeated the action several times. Whatever was said between the two, he was no longer interested in toying with her; although she could clearly see the lust in his eyes.

When he finally moved on to her shoulders and arms, Nidalee was covered in a sheen of sweat and oil, her tanned brown and white-striped body glistening in the mid-afternoon sun. She was sweating and panting with a mix of need to release and panic of losing control of her body so she could force the aphrodisiac effects out of her body. She couldn't even speak in her current state, but they wouldn't understand her anyway. The trolls spoke their own language, which she could not even begin to understand.

The two trolls, the serious one gripping her shoulders and the groper gripping her elbows, lifted her onto her knees. She looked from one face to the other, and then saw the bottle of oil be passed from the groper to the serious one. They had switched from who was holding her and who was applying the oil.

When she felt the cool, thin liquid pour onto her back, between her shoulder blades, she closed her eyes and visibly shook as a groan escaped her lips. The troll behind her then placed the bottle down within reach of the other, who took it and placed it to the side with the others. She then began to moan as she felt his hands move over her back, rubbing and massaging the oil into her skin. Oddly, she enjoyed this one much more than the others. Either this one was more committed to his task, or he was just naturally talented at this sort of task.

Shoulders, blades, muscles, her arms and hands, and the valleys between were left wet and slick, leaving her unable to perform any action of her own will. She was beginning to lose her mind as her breathing grew heavier and her mind clouded.

Just when she thought she'd pass out, the serious one bent her forward, forcing her knees to the table, yet she did not continue to fall and hit the table. She looked up to see the groper standing over her, holding her up by the shoulders so she would not fall. Her gaze then went down to his waist, where she saw a bulge under his loins. Her face turned bright red as she stared at it until she shut her eyes tight, about the only thing she could do.

It did not last as she opened her eyes wide, gasped, and screamed when she felt a sudden, new sensation overtake her. She did not need to look behind herself to know what had happened, so she closed her eyes again and clenched her teeth.

The serious one was rubbing the oil onto her butt cheeks, pressing hard into her rump to ensure the oil seeped in. As he did, she felt him pull her cheeks apart and then push them together, driving her already clouded mind into a thick mist of overwhelming pleasure. She knew he'd be able to see her womanhood dripping with her natural lubricants, silently praying that he wouldn't take advantage of her loss of bodily control. Thankfully, he continued to massage the oil into the backs of her thighs and legs, unknowingly granting at least one of her wishes.

Unable to take it any longer, she let out a shriek as she let herself reach a second climax, her entire mind going blank as she drifted into unconsciousness. She felt herself fall for a brief time, but was then caught. She then heard distant voices, but could not make out the words. She did not care. Right now, she was too tired think and only wanted to rest…

Nidalee was slowly awakened by the feeling of cold water splashing and running over her lower half, and then began to hear the sound of running water. She turned her head to find a system of tree-bark made aqueducts leading near her, the cold water quickly bringing her awake. As to what contained her and the water, she had been moved into the cauldron while she was passed out.

She noticed that there was something in her mouth, her arms were still bound the way they had been before, and her legs were bound in a similar way to her arms; a series of leather hide straps binding them together and preventing her from moving them. She could feel her skin tingling from the oil and whatever else they had rubbed into her body. Curious, she bit down on whatever was in her mouth, and it broke off, leaving her with a familiar bite in her mouth. She chewed it, finding it to be a pear, and looked up when it splashed into the water.

The troll, the groper gone and only the serious one remaining, glared at her before looking into the cauldron to see what had fallen, and then glared back at her. Having put his face closer to her, she leaned toward him, but paused when she felt something. She turned her head both ways and found that there was a rope around her neck. Further investigation revealed it was tired to a post above her. It was there to keep her upright if and when she passed out.

The troll reached into the cauldron while she was distracted to retrieve the pear. He then grabbed the back of her head by her hair and forced the pear back into her mouth, causing her to cringe in pain. "Si eliminas que otra vez va shove it por su garganta. (Translation: If you remove that again I will shove it down your throat.)" He said, and then let her go.

She recalled that there was a stack of wood underneath her black cast iron prison, but why was it not yet lit? Her unspoken question was quickly answered when she saw the troll bend down, out of her sight. She heard the use of a flint and steel, and then heard the swoosh sound of a fire starting. She was to be boiled alive it seemed; a slow and painful process.

Nidalee could not yet feel the heat of the fire yet, but she knew it would be coming soon. And so, she was left to only wait out her demise by the hands of this tribe of trolls.

She didn't want to believe it, but she knew it was happening, felt it happening. She was being boiled alive by trolls for some reason, and all because they had captured her when inside her home. She felt a fool for approaching them, expecting them to be friendly, only for them to knock her out and bind her arms.

They had even caught Teemo when he came to recuse her. She hoped he was alright, or at least they would kill him before cooking him. Her legs were already beginning to burn from contact with the iron pot. The water was warmer now, but not comfortable yet. Her head was beginning to clear, but the smoke and heat were blocking her thinking and forcing her to keep her head between the water and the smoke to keep her from choking on smoke.

As the heat increased, she could feel herself warming up, her body cooking at an increased pace. She took slow breaths, trying to keep her mind together for now, but it was a losing battle. She was only vaguely aware of the troll watching her as he talked with another of his tribe. He was probably explaining how she had been captured and the preparations she had went through.

She was losing herself, falling asleep in the now comfortably warm waters. Even through the pain of her legs aching and burning from the hot iron, she felt her eyes growing heavier until she finally closed them. She was losing consciousness, and soon she'd be done for…

A sudden splash of cold water made her sit her up, her eyes going wide. She wiped the water from her eyes with the back of her hand, and then looked around as she panted.

"Good to see you're still with us." A sudden voice drew her attention to the side, where she came face to face with a unlikely familiar face. "Good thing I got here when I did. Any longer and you'd be soup." The smiling troll said.

Nidalee slowed her breathing, and then sighed in relief. "Good to see you too, Trundle." She whispered. She realized then that her arms and legs were no longer bound, and that she was wearing a plain white cotton robe. Her eyes went wide again. "What about Teemo! They have him too!" She exclaimed.

"I'm fine." The Swift Scout said. She turned to see him wearing some kind of ridiculous outfit. "How are you feeling?" He asked.

Nidalee stared at him, and then reached toward him, gripping the collar of his outfit with a finger and tugging on it lightly. She smiled. "About the same as you look." She said.

Teemo looked down on himself before looking back up and smiled. "The shaman thought I was some kind of messenger. Trundle says he thought I came to tell them that their hunts would be bountiful this year." He explained.

The plague troll nodded. "So they dressed him up in golden silks and shiny objects, all of which he will be returning before leaving." He said.

The yordle chuckled lightly as he scratched his head. "Couldn't I keep them? The summoners would probably call me the messenger of the hunt, or something like that." He said. By the look of the troll's face, there would be no arguing, joking or otherwise. "Alright, I'll go change now." He said.

As Teemo left, Nidalee turned her attention to Trundle, who handed her a towel. She accepted it with a smile and began to dry herself. When she finished, she turned serious. "Would you care to explain why I was nearly boiled to death?" She asked.

Trundle, his skin bubbling and reeking from his curse, leaned back and scratched under his chin before speaking, ignoring the large flakes of decaying skin falling from his scratching. "Like I said, they thought Teemo was a messenger, the shaman confirmed it, and you were an offering of good faith to my people. While most people do not think we are cannibals, there are unique… circumstances that will allow us to get away with it." He began.

He held up a finger to indicate the first circumstance. "If we are at war, we will eat any enemy commanders we capture to gain their knowledge and strike fear into their subordinates." He held up a second finger. "The second is to interrogate prisoners of war into answering our questions, sometimes even feeding prisoners to other prisoners. You'd be surprised how well this works against invaders from Noxus." He said with a dark chuckle. He then held up a third and final finger. "A hunting party captures someone in tuned with nature. We believe it to free an ancient animal spirit from its mortal form." He finished, and then let his hand fall. He looked straight into her eyes as he added. "The third is the most likely reason they caught you."

Nidalee listened earnestly to him as she dried her hair, and even noticed that her skin was slightly changed, something she was not surprised by. "That's the most barbaric thing I've heard." She said.

Trundle smiled. "Caitlyn thought that same thing when she came here for a safari, as she called it. Luckily, I was there before they got the fire going, though she was not fond of being tired to a stick." He said. "You're taking it much better than she did though." He added.

The huntress smirked as she finished drying herself off. "I've just been bound and unconscious. Now that I am awake," a dark look appeared in her eyes, "where are those two who were in charge of cooking me?" She asked.

Trundle, understandably, looked nervous about this. "Now Nidalee, they did not know who you were, or they would have let you go, I swear." He said.

Rather than let it go with just that, she leaned forward, getting on her hands and knees. She began crawling forward, a soft, warning growl echoing from her throat.

He began to back away, fearful of this new development. He was only here now to talk her out of hurting his tribe members, but now it seemed she was not going to let it go with just that. Even if they were both unarmed, she still had her claws and fangs. If only he had thought to leave his club nearby. He stopped when his back met the wall. He was trapped.

"Trapped with your back to the wall." She said, licking her lips as she smiled. "Perrrrfect." She purred, continuing toward him in her human form. Even though she was not in her cougar form, she could see that he was very much afraid of her. She could smell his fear, and that drove her wild.

"N-Nidalee, what are you thinking?" He stammered as he watched her approached. He was torn between believing he was about to die by this predator stalking toward him, and captivated by her beauty as she approached. The pretty green gem on her head, her cat-like eyes that analyzed his every movement, her flawless skin with its white stripes, and her cleavage in plain view, even if the cotton dress did block the tips of it.

He failed to notice that she was within reach of him until he felt the belt of his loincloth pull against his hips. He looked down to see her smile at his concealed member, one hand on the belt of his cloth and the other against his member. "I've always wondered if the curse affects your whole body, or merely most of it." She purred with a seductive tone.

Trundle was speechless. Did she really just ask if his curse was contained from some of his body? "Now, Nidalee, I don't think you should- OW!" He began to say, but was cut off when he felt her suddenly grip his concerned member in her hand. It was painful, something he was not used to, but did not expect it from that area of his body.

"Oh? This feels very healthy to me. I wonder if…" She began, moving her hand up and down his member, using the cloth to massage the sensitive appendage, and then reached down with her middle and ring fingers, pressing down on two other sensitive areas. Her eyes turned up to meet his as her smile grew. "You're a naughty troll, you know that?" She asked.

If his face were like that of any other troll's, he was sure she would see it turn red. Instead, the only indication was an increase of bleeding from his cheeks. "It just really hurts there, okay. I try to keep my abilities focused there." He quickly replied.

Nidalee licked her lips as she stared into his eyes with that same sultry smile, causing his member to harden further. When her hand ceased its movements, he knew she felt it. "Will you tell me where those two are now?" She asked with her tone seductive as before and pleading eyes, making it look even more tempting.

Once asked, he knew what she was trying to do and glared down at her. "I will not betray th- Ahhh…" He was cut off when she lowered her mouth to the tip of his member. Even though the cloth was still there, blocking direct contact, but that did not stop her from sending surges of pleasure up and throughout his body.

He felt her poke the tip with her tongue, felt her saliva wetting the cloth and warming his member, felt her right hand moving up and down his shaft and rubbing the cloth against him, even felt her left hand work its way around behind him to keep herself balanced. All the while she continued to look up at him with those beautiful, pleading eyes of hers as she continued to purr, adding to the sensations he was already feeling from his groin.

Being the only member of his tribe cursed, he had not been with a female member of his people, and so the sensations assaulting him now, from this experienced and seductive man-eater, he felt his body heating and something happening to his member that he could not fathom. It felt good, but it was like nothing he had ever felt before.

With his hands clutching at the wall of the hut, he clenched his teeth as he felt something rising from his member that he couldn't explain. With a long groan, he experienced his first climax.

Nidalee's movements stopped as she felt something warm rushing through the fabric her mouth was over. It was warm, gooey, salty, and, honestly, tasted like sour milk smelt. Her eyes never left his, until he looked away from them, and she knew what had overcome him; just not the extent of what it meant, yet.

She began to swallow, despite the taste, letting every last drop of his cum shot into her mouth, slide down her throat, and fill her stomach. She looked down to the cloth where his cum originated and saw that the evidence of wetness was expanding. Truth be told, she felt her body warming with his essence in her stomach.

She looked back up to see that Trundle was panting, and then beginning to slouch as he slid down the wall. She leaned back onto her legs so he could sit, and then moved her left hand to her mouth, collecting whatever cum had escaped her mouth. When it was all collected, she cleaned her fingers, sliding in one digit at a time, a soft purr escaping her as she pulled each finger out, and then smiled.

"Will you tell me now?" She asked, a twinkle in her eyes.

Still exhausted but not seduced, he straightened himself before looking at her, his eyes still held a fire in them. "I will not betray any members of the tribe, even if some deserve it." He said, his tone resounding with confidence and determination.

She licked her lips and then leaned toward him, gripping his wrists in a hand each as she did. When she stopped, their faces were only an inch or two from one another. She would make sure he told her want she wanted. And then she kissed him, her flawless lips meeting his imperfect lips.

Nidalee closed her eyes as she focused on his weathered, cursed lips, silently slipping in her healing magic to mend them for both of their enjoyments. The bleeding was stopped and began to dry, the torn skin was mended and began to heal, the cracked layers were filled and began to moisten, and the decay was forced away as new skin grew in.

After a minute of this passion filled healing, she took her lips away from his. Their eyes met; hers held lust, and his held amazement. She smiled and turned her head to the side without taking her eyes from his, and then spat out the old, bad skin she had removed before kissing him again in earnest.

This time, she pushed her tongue into his mouth, concentrating most of her healing magic into her mouth to keep her work from being ruined by his curse. With the combination of her powers and his regeneration, the curse was beaten back, healing the inside of his mouth while keeping his lips in their current state. What she did not expect was the taste of his saliva changing as she healed him, the taste going from bitter to normal.

His tongue was the strangest part so far. As she moved hers around it, she found it to be badly damaged with sores, blisters, and wounds; she also discovered the familiar taste of blood. She closed her eyes to better focus on the sensations assaulting her taste buds; the texture, the blood, the saliva, the flare of her own magic, and the abstract feel of his curse. She'd had sex before, foreplay being a part of her experiences, but this, as familiar as it was, was unlike anything she had ever experienced. It was a unique and irresistible experience.

She was suddenly surprised when Trundle raised his hands and forced her backwards. She let out a gasp for air when he separated himself from her, and then just stared at her face. She hadn't expected him to overpower her, not with his recent climax and her seductive actions, but now he was in control, straddling her with his legs to her sides and holding her arms down.

As they shared the same air, breathing and panting heavily from their long kiss, Nidalee dared to speak. "Well? Are you just going to stare at me, or are you going to knock me out?" She asked in between pants.

Trundle's features revealed that he did not know what to do, or what he wanted to do. "I… I don't know." He managed to get out. "But I know you intend harm to my tribe." He added. It was a not as convincing as before. He was being conflicted by his duty and desire.

She realized immediately that even though he held control, he lacked the will to proceed.

Nidalee closed her eyes for a moment to collect her own thoughts, and then freed her right hand from his grasp. Tenderly, she stroked the side of his face before bringing him for a quick but passionate kiss. When she finished, she pushed his head away a few inches so she could speak to him eye-to-eye; her eyes were gentle. "You've never been with a woman, have you?" She asked as she stroked the left side of his face, continuing to channel her healing magic into him.

Trundle, conflicted between duty and want, was unable to hide the inner turmoil within. He did not even realize his grip was so loose, but did not stop her from comforting him. He leaned back, out of her reach, and looked down at her. After a brief time, he looked away before speaking. "Is it that obvious?" He answered sadly.

She pushed herself up with the aid of her arms, and then stared into his eyes, gauging the sorrow within. Slowly, she reached toward him and embraced him in a tender, loving embrace. "You've given up so much for them, yet they've not returned your sacrifices with their own, have they?" She asked. He nodded with his head at her shoulder.

The two of them sat like this for a time, until she smiled and spoke. "Trundle, I want you to eat me." She said.

He looked up. "What?" He asked, looking at her as though she had gone mad.

She turned and kissed him one more, and then separated. "You are so protective of your tribe, and those two did go through all the trouble of preparing me for a feast, did they not?" She asked.

He nodded, but then shook his head. "That was a mistake. They did not know you were a-" He paused when she held two fingers up to his mouth, silencing him.

She looked at him with the same eyes she had once held, eyes full of lust. "I meant in a sexual way, Trundle." She said, and then leaned closer toward him, her warm breath over his ear. "You may chew, but do not bite. I will tell you if you are hurting me." She whispered, moving her hands to his loins.

Teemo would have to return alone, but she'd be sure to let him know that she would be alright. She wouldn't say what she'd be doing, but, for now, she owed Trundle for saving her life and talking to his tribe. Hopefully, she could be on friendly terms with his tribe now.

At this moment, however, she only wanted to comfort this companion of hers. Besides, she would not feel right leaving him the way he is with the knowledge of how his tribe viewed him. Today, he'd know that his sacrifice brought with it the comforts of being with a woman who respected him for himself. Besides, she did like the troll and, with some healing, she could turn him into a preferable partner. Even now, he wasn't looking too bad.

I'm thinking Rengar and Sejuani for the next one given that I made reference to him being north, aka in Freljord. That's just my idea though, I will wait for reviews or PMs.