She had just turned 16.

She was almost completed with her residency as a nurse, simultaneously schooling for her PA license. It was during a particularly slow day that he arrived, battered and unconscious.

Garen Crownguard.

From the moment she saw him, Akali felt something different about him.

It wasn't attraction, not even lust. Maybe it was her mind, engorged with anatomical studies, but seeing his physique, his almost-chiseled proportions face to face…it was fascination.

The soldier had been brought in from a brief scuttle with a Noxian squadron outside the borders of Bandle City. Tensions were high and cracking ever since Swain's recent rise to power.

Akali discovered the damage wasn't too critical. A broken rib, lacerations and a few broken bones. Intensive runic healing and some stitching would easily patch him up, though it would take at least a week of recuperation before he could get back to his feet.

In an instant the girl volunteered to be his bedside overseer. It was perfect. A week to finish her residency as well as stay at Garen's side alone.

Her first day arrived. The Demacian was awake. She greeted him, he handed a miniscule nod in return. She asked him the standard questions, took the necessary vitals. From those first few minutes she knew there was something different about him. In her attire she was quite used to the lecherous looks, the nervous clamminess, the aversion of eyes. But with Garen, his gaze was dull, tired, almost lifeless.

The days of the week went by, and at times, as she looked at his visage, Akali felt as if she was looking in a mirror. Words were sparse, but his eyes were still flat.

It was on the fourth day that Garen could begin moving more naturally. The pain was almost gone, but the large man was still bedridden. Lunchtime. Akali brought him the usual nourishment from the cafeteria, placing it on his lap. Then, his hand suddenly grabbed her arm. She looked up at him, to which he responded by loosening his grip, smoothing his large palm up and down her skin.

Akali could feel his eyes wander down her body in small, almost measured treads. Normally the situation would have been unsettling. But no gooseflesh, no anxiousness.

She merely lost herself in his eyes. Behind his thin veil of dry uninterest, something roiled. It was violent, it was repressed.

He suddenly released her, apologizing, attributing the small outburst to his recuperating muscles. But with his gaze, he knew she was aware of a lie. The touch showed his true intention, and Akali found herself silently complying.

As the Crownguard's health recuperated, the incidents would increase. His hand would accidentally graze her rear, his gaze would wander across her frame only to flicker away exactly one second too late, off-handed compliments as he would smooth his hand her arm.

Soon enough, the girl found herself reciprocating.

Her hand brushing against his pelvic region during vitals checks, hands lingering on his skin during the routine inspection, pressing her breasts against his arm when she would escort him to the restroom.

It was on the fifth day that Akali realized the tension they were building. Every touch, every tease, every "accident" over the past week had accumulated into something very taut.

The beast behind Garen's eyes was more violent than ever.

The fascination Akali held for the soldier had all but faded. By now it was more curiosity than anything. She had played him, but whether it was into his or her hand remained a mystery. Nevertheless, the nurse acknowledged how she enjoyed the week, spending each day unconsciously spinning their web of sexual tension.

On the sixth day did the girl realized just how taut the tension was. The beast was on the forefront of Garen's pupils now. He didn't touch her, he only looked. And his looks were all that he needed. She felt exposed and vulnerable as she treated him, making sure he was healthy enough for the next day's discharge. She could feel how tense he was, his pulse hammering out of his huge chest.

The morning of the next day, and Akali knew there was only one possible outcome for what they had built together. In her mind, this wasn't for herself. She saw the imbalance of Garen's ravenous beast. She had taken care of his body's health, but she knew his mind and spirit were broken. He needed release.

Body whole again, Garen Crownguard was ready to go home. Akali escorted him down the hall, still in awe of just how much bigger his frame was compared to hers. Furtive glances and cordial smiles, but the beast still roared and writhed.

A shiver ran down the Kinkou's spine, recalling Shen's teachings and the dangers of leaving that beast unchecked.

The elevator door opened, and the pair stepped in. Akali took note of the floor. 12th.

The doors closed, and a mechanical whir hummed through the cabin. The silence was stifling, the tension almost asphyxiating. Akali could almost feel the heat radiate from the man, and she fought the urge to bite her nails.

11th…10th…9th…

The floors flashed by on the small hextech display. It wouldn't be long until they reached their desired destination…

8th…7th…6th…

She glanced over at Garen. His eyes were fixed on her, burning into her skin. He didn't bother hiding what he wanted anymore, the confined space a catalyst for his lust.

5th…4th…3rd…

The Demacian still didn't act. Akali grew anxious. It was almost as if he was…waiting. Waiting for her consent, for her action. He wanted her to strike first.

A moment of clarity struck her, and with a lunge she pressed a button.

3rd…4th…5th…

The elevator rose and rose. With her back facing the buttons, Akali locked eyes with the Crownguard.

He needed this. She was curious.

6th…7th…8th…

Letting her breaths slip past her lips, the ninja tossed aside her nursing cap. Her arms reached behind her and unbound her hair, the red ties joining the cap on the floor. She kicked off her heels.

9th…10th…11th…

The elevator suddenly came to a screeching halt as the teenager pressed the emergency stop.

Garen's beast found the forefront again as Akali began unbuttoning her uniform, his eyes drinking in every ounce of skin slowly exposed for his gaze.

"Emergency response time at this height is usually two hours," she invited, unbuttoning her last silver clasp.

Garen understood. His little soldier stood to attention as he nodded in affirmation. Silently, they kept eye contact, stripping themselves of their clothes, casting them aside in piles on the floor. Garen finally kicked away his boxers, his arousal demanding her touch. Akali followed soon after, bending to roll her panties down her thighs.

As she closed the distance between them in slow steps, she didn't even bother to take off her stockings.

Time became a blur as the paragon captured her lips with a rough kiss. His hands grabbed, groped, violent and unbridled. Akali tried to respond in kind, smoothing over his rippling muscles, his exaggerated edges.

The teenager had to tiptoe to reach his lips, tongue already lashing back in futility against Garen's ravenous hunger. She felt his erection brush and press against her tight navel, smearing its lust over her skin. Garen's mouth trailed down her neck, down her chest, over her breasts. He pushed her against the wall, uncaring of her yelp as her cheek violently smashed against it. His tongue ran down the green tattoo of her lower neck, slithering down the trail of her spine, hands ravaging her smooth skin. His fingers greedily squeezed.

Akali allowed him full control. She wanted to see how far this would go. She felt his mouth on her thighs, hands gripping her supple breasts. His hot tongue smoothed across her rear. She braced herself, gasping as his teeth gnashed into her flesh.

The beast was unleashed.

10 minutes…

Her back arched as Garen forced himself inside of her. Tears welled up in her eyes but the Akali couldn't help but feel bliss as the paragon took her from behind. Her grip on the elevator's railing was tight, but not as tight as the inner folds that threatened to suffocate the Might of Demacia's manhood.

Again and again he pushed himself inside of her, grip on her waist firm. The thrusts grew faster, the rhythm established. Akali felt him ravage her, eyes trained on the distorted silver of the elevator wall. She could hear his grunting, his laborious breaths. The teenager's loins tightened suddenly as the soldier reached around to rub her sensitive nub. She spasmed, instantly reaching her peak.

Garen kept thrusting.

20 minutes…

His tongue muffled her struggling moans as his hands kept her head in place. He thrust up inside of her, firm chest pressing against her upper back. They separated, breaths ragged, Garen's wide girth splitting her apart with every wanton roll of his hips. He would comment on how tight she was, how hot her folds were with soft growls.

His first climax had arrived with deep thrusts that threatened to break her. He had filled her to the brim, sticky white leaking and soaking into her thigh-highs. He never stopped thrusting.

Wet against the steel of the wall, Akali's own hips ground against him in desperate pushes. The Demacian's hands reveled in the fullness of her breasts, goading his strength onwards. Akali couldn't handle him. It was impossible.

And yet she couldn't get enough of the filling sensation he gave her, the satisfying sensation of his firm muscle roiling in effort against her skin.

She felt him go faster, digging deeper. Akali let out a moan, Garen's vocal grunts joining hers.

35 minutes…

Akali's vision faded in and out, gaze focused on the ceiling above her. The paragon rocked her body, his thrusts lacking any sort of control. His strong hands spread her arms, pinning her wrists to the elevator's cold wall. Her stockings rubbed against his broad back, clinging to him lest she fell.

She felt helpless, dominated in every sense of the word. Garen's teeth nipped and clamped on her delicate skin, bruising. His wide girth spread her folds with every dripping entry. She could feel the seed of his previous climax inside of her, its heat escaping. Dollops of their lust dribbled down her thighs.

Her fingers curled in on themselves. She could feel the bruising form on her wrists.

She moaned his name. She couldn't remember when she had started, but Garen's name escaped her lips like a soft mantra. Akali clenched for the umpteenth time, peaking, spilling her heat. He would growl in response. The vibrations sent hot shivers through her skin.

She couldn't stop moaning.

She couldn't stop moaning his name.

55 minutes…

Her moans and screams bounced and triplicated within the small four walls.

Garen's teeth bit down again on her breast, leaving yet another mark. Her arms were pinned above her head, the cold tile floor of the elevator kissing her back. Her legs had given out after his third climax.

The paragon refused to relent. He pounded her again and again. In and in and in.

Fast, hard, and quick.

He was relentless, thrusts almost animalistic. The carnal movements of his hips were savage. She was soft and pliable against his solid muscle. In and out, he would ravage, evident that he had repressed this urge for a long time.

He was nothing like Shen. Calculating, measured, balanced. Even when he lost his temper, the roll of his hips made sure to consider her. There was no pain.

The bruises on her skin throbbed softly, the bite marks stinging, her lower back smashed every time Garen concentrated his full weight into her teenage frame. There was so much pain.

But as the paragon filled her again and again, pumping his heat into her depths in ways she had never felt before, exhausting her in the best way she could imagine, securing her beneath him with his hefty frame, Akali knew she would be lying if she said didn't enjoy it.

The man's grip on her skin tightened. His mouth clashed with hers in a violent exchange of warm lips. Opening her eyes she saw his beast grip the irises of his cobalt. He pounded into her, harder and harder. She could feel him throb for her, desperate for everything she had to offer.

With a growl through his nostrils he filled her again with his lust, making her gasp with his sticky warmth. The heat bubbled out of her, lewdly spurting onto the floor.

When their tongues unlatched, she realized again that his name was the only thing on her lips.

75 minutes…

Spent, used, and wet, Akali lay on the floor, lightheaded. She felt everything leak from inside of her, her lower lips swollen, sweat glistening on her skin.

Above the pain and the afterglow, she found satisfaction. Her mental clock indicated that it had been over an hour. It was about time.

Then, as she slowly sat up, Garen supported her with his arm.

She was shocked to find his eyes warm, absent of its beast.

He uttered an apology. He didn't place blame on his urges or on anything else. He took the responsibility. He caressed her bruises, making her sigh as he kept whispering while he kissed her neck. Against all odds, Akali suddenly grew hot again, Garen's large fingers responding with their touch between her thighs.

His kisses trailed down. Lips suckled her collarbone. The kisses trailed up. He nipped her chin. Up again. Their lips locked.

The man separated from her, his eyes the warmest the young girl had ever seen. Suddenly the fascination was dashed away, and she felt something else other than curiosity and sense of responsibility.

Regardless of what it was, she spread herself for him, and Garen took her one last time on the floor of the elevator, her hands raking down his back.

His thrusts were more considerate, yet intentional, drawing out louder moans from the girl below. Akali looked at his eyes, warm, passionate.

The beast was quelled.