Yukami is back with another installment to Sated Instincts! I am actually surprised that this story got so much attention. I wanted a better past time for my days and here I am writing M rated fanficton about a game I enjoy playing.
Which reminds me, if anyone would like to play a few games my Summoner name is Yukami Enraged.
Before i get into it, I want to clear up a few things about Rengar's personality so there is no confusion:
Rengar is in my mind a prideful individual, and after a few years battling on the rift and seeing all the members of the league perform at their best, he has established a justified respect to any and all champions. he has gotten to know at least several dozen of the champions, befriended a select few, and established a form of kinship with many of the warriors, assasins, mages and the like. So the time where he seemed like a bitch when Soraka was in his face, it wasn't because he was scare od her. it was because he knew that it wasn't how Soraka normally acts, and he wasn't sure how many people within the league were affected by the epidemic, so he was shocked by her outburst.
But enough of that, lets get to the chapter shall we?
I do not own the characters in this story. All rights go to Riot Games.
Chapter four: Hunting emotions
Nidalee POV
The sun shone through my room's window, curtains only permitting a sliver of light from the new day's sun to stretch across the room. As my eyes fluttered open from my sleep, which was damn near one of the best sleeps I have had in a few weeks, the sunlight grazed my eyelids slightly, indicating it was morning. The time of which I wasn't sure but I was highly comfortable with sleeping for a few minutes longer. Rubbing my hand along my bed, I noticed that the white fur that I was laying on felt different, and the bed itself was slightly lumpier than it normally is. But it was not a bad feeling. It was more like a soft cloud. Closing my eyes once more, I roamed my hand over the fur's surface, enjoying its warmth, its rugged contours, the way it rises and falls slowly and its heartbeat…
Wait. Heartbeat?
My eyes shot open to the sound of a growl emanating from this foreign fur laid across my bed, and my features became shocked when I realized it wasn't fur I was sleeping on. The distinct features of a calm and relaxed facial expression appearing on the top portion of it. The features, I know all too well.
Oh gods, its Rengar.
Lifting my upper body I felt a frigid draft pass over my body. Peering down I saw that I was completely naked underneath these covers. More shockingly, so was he.
Then memories of last night's escapades rushed back into my mind like a tidal wave. How I waited patiently for two hours for Rengar to arrive and how I felt so driven on instinct to have him. How moments before his arrival I was so enthralled into the idea of him dominating me that I was forced to please myself. As I do every night over him. How the moment I saw him, something primal inside my mind clicked off and I couldn't contain my lust for him. How my deepest dream for finally sleeping with the pridestalker came true, and proved to feel better than anything I had expected prior to last night.
Rengar is finally mine now. His toned body built to fight and hunt the most dangerous creatures of Valoran, his long mane of stark white hair, his chiseled and strong arms, his monstrosity of a sexual organ. They're all mine now. Finally.
When I realized this my heart jumped for joy. A glee filled smile slapped onto my face. I tried to move myself from on top of his sleeping form, but instantly froze up when I felt a large object slide slowly within my sex. Looking down I confirmed that we were still connected, and upon closer inspection I saw that my movement gave an opening for an extremely large amount of his seed to spill from my entrance. I didn't want to wake him from his blissful sleep so I chose to return to laying upon his chest. His body felt so warm in contrast to the open air…
As I laid there twirling the small strands of his mane that rested upon his chest I reminisced on the escapades of last night. I knew the Ar'gohivxa spore was already embedded into my system, and I was already aware that the time to get rid of it was no time soon. I do not know if the gods have blessed me with a divine chance to finally have Rengar for myself, or if it was by chance that both the spore and his heat would coincide almost in perfect timing, but I do know that eventually the spore will become more unbearable to have, and the more I stay with him, the worse my desires towards him will grow. It will only be a matter of time before my body can no longer sustain itself without him. Even now, the feeling of his body on my own arouses me. My body already aching for another few rounds of unrestrained sex with Rengar.
In my reverie, Rengar shifts his body slightly. He takes a deep breath of air and after exhaling, opens his one eye. I raise my body to look at his face, his eyes naturally scanning the room, possibly looking for a familiar sight to gain his bearings. He then looks down into my eyes, and upon seeing my face, a smile creeps upon his, one that displays approval and compassion. He is glad that he is here with me. To this, a smile grows on my face.
"Good morning, kitten" he said. His deep, feral voice leaving a vibration rolling through his chest. The sheer force of his voice runs a chill down my spine. His right hand, previously laying at his side, is moved to the arch of my back, the soft texture of his fur rivaling those sprawled across the bed. His left moves to my cheek. I slightly nuzzle my face deeper into his oversized hands.
"Good morning…" I purr. My on his face, I close the distance between our lips for a short and pure moment of compassion.
"Good morning guys!" a voice shouted from my door. Shit that was open…SHIT THAT WAS OPEN?! I jerked up out of our kiss, realization staining my face, and turned my direction to the door frame to see both Soraka and Akali standing in the doorway, arms crossed.
"…H-hello…girls… h-how are you today…?" I said nervously, knowing that our screaming and various sounds of last night may have been heard by those within the dormitory.
"Oh we're fine. Just heard your little…session…last night and was wondering how you were doing after it," Soraka called, malice evident within her tone, contradicting the wide smile written on her face. Akali's expression blank, but her eyes showed negativity.
"Oh! Well, we are doing just fi-"
"Bitch, you know what this is," Soraka interrupted. Her tone and smile taking a dramatic turn for the worst. The shift in her personality immediately made me cringe.
"Nidalee, why do you attempt to avoid the pressing situation at hand? You knew for a fact that the Ar'gohivxa spore is becoming an issue to the institute and as a member of the league of legends, you should be using your resources to aid in ending this epidemic." Akali scolded. "You have seen what it has done to Soraka and I already, and you know how much we need the pridestalker, as well."
"I also know that neither one of you are anywhere near the safe time for the spore to be eliminated. You also know how I feel about this whole thing." I responded defensively.
"We do. But personal feelings aside should not affect your judgment on keeping Valoran safe from dangers, both domestic and foreign." Akali rebutted.
"AND YOU KNEW HOW I FELT TOO!" Soraka added.
"I FOUND HIM FIRST SORAKA!" I argued.
"Ladies. Please, explain to me the issue." Rengar interrupted Soraka and I's qualm.
That's right, I have yet to explain the situation to Rengar. This might take a while.
Rengar POV
As I sat up from my resting place underneath Nidalee, I observed the three women as they bickered and argued. Nidalee was still attached to my member from our engagement the night prior, so I lifted her body slightly to remove herself from me. The beds coverings wrapped around my lower body Upon my interruption, they fell silent and began looking to me. All three females turned to me after I broke my silence. Their stares all the same state, giving the same expression that seems to be following me for some odd reason.
The stares of longing.
"This spore that you speak of, does it have something to do with the instability of a handful of huntresses that reside within the institute?" I inquired.
"Yes. Have you heard of it?" Soraka, now calmed slightly, called.
"I believe I have. Prior to my appointment to visit Nidalee, I was approached by both the Rise of Thorns and the Spider Queen. Elise explained about how a special spore was being spread about Valoran, affecting female individuals. She explained how it affected their sexual urges, prompting them to seek immediate release and if not sated, the females will become emotionally unstable. I did not want to believe her primarily due to her previous acts of treachery to those she allied herself with…" I explained. I began to stand up and saw that Nidalee moved her hands to the area that I sat before, seemingly relishing the phantom presence of my body.
"But apparently that is not the case and her words remain true to their source" I concluded. Nidalee saw her actions and blushed slightly in embarrassment at her desperation beginning to become an instinct. "As I moved through the institute I noticed several huntresses in what seemed to be slight pain, some of which were clutching at their abdomens for short instances in time, some slouching slightly more than regular. Zyra was one of them. I can only conclude the spore is having an adverse effect on their bodies."
"Your assumption and beliefs are true to the point, Rengar. And unfortunately the institute's female champions, if nothing is done soon, will be the most dangerous beings in Valoran." Akali spoke out.
"My question to you is this: Why am I so important to this situation? The Spider Queen explained how she required someone like me, describing the catalyst to the solution in a detail that a fair amount of the male hunters of the institute fill."
Soraka, seeing her opportunity to explain, opened to speak, but was interrupted by the dormitory's front door knocking. Akali and Soraka exited the room to see who was there, leaving me and Nidalee in her chambers alone. A short silence was hovering between us, the tension of what we knew was to come after our group discussion hung thick in the air. She knew I had questions for her specifically, and she was aware that I would not leave satisfied until I got the answers I wanted.
"What happens when the so called "safe time" is missed?" I asked, turning my body to her grabbing my loincloth that laid sprawled on the floor. I remembered that a majority of my attire from last night was ripped off in the heat of the moment. I mentally winced at the idea that I would have to go through the institute to my dormitory to obtain a new set of clothing, but that would be a problem to face later.
Nidalee gripped her right arm in her left, her head and eyes turned away from me as if she was hiding something important. "N-Nothing serious…" she replied almost as a whisper.
"Understanding that this parasites capabilities to turn the most sound human female into a dangerous individual, I need to know what would happen if by chance something goes wrong." I stated plainly, my full body facing her, loincloth around my waist. She refuses to speak.
"Nidalee look at me." I commanded, a growl added to my voice to assert authority as I did not want to deal with childishness. "What happens when the safe time is missed? I will not ask a third time."
Nidalee mumbled something incoherent as she attempted to look away again.
"I will get an answer Nidalee. What. Happens?" I growled loudly, my patience reaching its limit.
"The host of the parasite will become addicted to the host of the cure. It will become more of an addiction for the victim to get the cure from its host." She explained. "The parasite will amplify its power to twice of that of its original. Making it nearly impossible for the host to survive without the cure being constantly injected into the host. After over saturation the parasite will drown and eventually die but the chances of the host recovering from the addiction are near nil."
"What do you mean?"
"Basically if you, being the cure's host, doesn't supply the host of the parasite with your dna, the host will die within 48 hours." She sighed.
"And how would I administer the cure? Blood? Sweat?"
"Semen"
"…Excuse me?" my eyes went wide in shock.
"I did not stutter. You must constantly have sex with the afflicted until the parasite dies. And it will take about 5 days of on and off intercourse with the afflicted in order to fully drown the parasite. The Ar'gohivxa plant emits a spore that has a parasite that feeds off the sugars in a male's sperm and the certain cells within the brain of a female. It increases the virility of the male and the libido of the female so it may survive within the host's body," She explained.
"…this sounds like some anime harem bullshit where the protagonist automatically has several dozen women on his dick at the door." I stated.
"The author is an anime head and finds the harem genre to be hilarious."
"I do too. Especially the one where the girl wants to kill everyone else to have the main guy for herself. She seemed nice"
"She also seemed homicidal but to be truthful, we need to stop breaking the goddamn fourth wall. Its really hard to keep that thing stable." She replied.
"True shit, but were gonna break it in the future anyway so get used to it."
"Indeed"
As we finished that conversation, Akali walked to the rooms door frame. "I am going to need you two to get something on and come into the living area. We got a problem."
Nidalee and I looked at each other, concern filling our eyes. After a short moment of Nidalee throwing on a bath robe and me grabbing a towel hanging nearby, we walked to the door and nodded for Akali to lead the way.
"…ok to tell the truth we have two problems." She stated after a short pause.
Nidalee and I looked to each other again, then back to her.
"What is the matter Akali?" Nidalee inquired.
With a wave of her hand, she gestured for us to follow her, to which we obliged. Upon entering the living area, we saw who was at the door, laid out on the couch.
Elise and Soraka was kneeling at the edge of the sofa, with Zyra's paling form resting on a pillow.
Honestly I was not too sold on this chapter. After the NidxReng lemon (which btw is my OTP of league) I was confused as to whom to do next, and was debating between Zyra and Soraka. I am still working on some of the personalities for the characters, and I kind of like the Soraka that is willing to call you a bitch cause it just sounds funny. but if you want, leave a review and tell me how you want the personalities to be, and who you want to be the next flavor for the big cat.
I will see you in the next chapter!