Manifesto

by KibaElunal

Authors write fanfiction for many reasons. Some write it for entertainment, others to hone their skills, some even write it to become popular. This, however, is not one of those stories. This is a story of an author who is pulled to Runeterra. This is my story, my manifesto, and it's for one major purpose. It's not a cry for help, it's a desperate wish to be alive anywhere else.

11. Chapter 11

Manifesto Ch. 11

AN: Hey everyone, sorry this chapter took so long. I've been doing some work on a lot of other original side projects, namely my new original novels that I'm in the process of writing/editing. I still intend to keep writing fanfiction, so there's no need to panic. To help you guys come to terms with my slower posting speeds, I have presented lemons. Don't forget to leave a review and fave/follow the story! -Kiba

As the group parted ways again, I let out an immediate sigh of relief as time once more paused around Lamb and I. "God, that was scary," I gasped, "I thought that Caitlyn for sure would have seen right through that."

The fluffy, white, aspect of death simply smiled knowingly. "So my plan was effective then? By revealing myself to them, they were too shocked to think critically of your instructions. So, loving servant, what is your actual plan?"

Turning away from her, I boarded the train with her following in my wake. "I...don't have one."

She frowned. "What do you mean 'you don't have one'?"

"Exactly what I said. I don't have a plan. There are some things I'm still trying to piece together."

"About the killer?"

"About me."

As time returned and train began to slowly pull from the station, her eyes focused on mine with a deep intensity. "What's to piece together?" Her voice was stranger now. It wasn't the sweet and gentle one I'd heard before. This one was one of annoyance and frustration.

"Some things have been bothering me; things that don't make any sense. First off, what in the world brought me here and why? In my world, these are just stories that I've written, so people couldn't really 'kill' my characters. On top of that, I'm separated forever from my friends, my family...from Remy. I should be torn up. I should be in a state of agony, but I'm completely calm and tranquil. Something is wrong, either with me or this world, but either way something is wrong." Every word that came from my mouth caused her eyes to become even more stern as she finally just turned from me in a huff, marching towards the back of the train. "Lamb?" I chased after her, but she just began moving faster. Did she know something that I didn't?

I began to jog after her, but she kept running, until the point we were both at a full sprint. Surprisingly, I was able to catch up to her before pouncing and taking her to the ground, sending her mask skittering across the polished floor beneath the empty rows of seats. "Release me," she demanded coldly.

"No," I snapped back, "not until you tell me what is going on!"

Turning over to face me, I straddled her waist, pinning her to the ground. The hands on her wrist could feel her soft fleece beneath them, but she still said nothing, simply staring up into my eyes. That was when I realized that I hadn't been utterly stunned by her appearance anymore. Was I building up a resistance?

"Something is happening to me," I murmured, completely dazed, "and you know what it is." The look in her eyes was all I needed. "What is happening to me, Lamb?"

"Mistress-"

"No, damn it! Enough games! I don't care how cute or beautiful you are, I want to know what's wrong with me and why I'm so fucked up! Why don't I care about my life?" Her eyes softened slightly watching as my chest rose and fell in frustration. "It doesn't make any sense. In my world, I couldn't even talk to a girl who was cute. When people were angry at me and started shouting, I'd shut down and I couldn't even defend myself. I don't fight! I don't chase down bad guys! I don't even do anything worthwhile except for write stories on some stupid website because I need something, anything to convince me that I'm not just a waste of space!"

"The answer is a simple one," she replied. "Release me. Please."

"Just tell me what's wrong with me!"

She averted her eyes from mine in thought. "Nothing is wrong with you," she finally stated, though her emphasis caused a shudder to run up my spine. "I don't want to tell you why you feel this way, because if I do, it will most certainly upset you."

"Why do you even care?" I snapped, my tears falling to stain her snow white flesh. "You're an aspect of death. You're supposed to be cold and merciless, so why do you care?"

Turning back towards me, there was now an expression of pain there in her gaze. "You're the first person to tell me I am cute," she explained. "In a way, I was created solely for you. I may be an aspect of death, but many times I have even pondered the reason for my own existence. This is not a problem that is solely possessed by yourself."

"Just tell me…" I pleaded.

"Under one condition," she agreed. "You must do two things: firstly, you must tell me how you feel about me. Secondly, you must prove that that's how you feel."

"Fine."

She smiled softly as my hands left her wrists, though I still remained seated on her. Now free of my grip, she reached upwards, stroking my cheek with her soft hand. I couldn't help myself anymore and I held it there, seeking comfort in her touch. "You are not Joshua Roberts."

"Wh-what?"

"I apologize, that is inaccurate. You are not the real Joshua Roberts, as you know him. Think carefully for a moment. You have memories of your life, anything else?"

"I...I don't know…"

"When you think about Remy, what do you feel?"

My body was trembling now as my heart pounded fiercely against my rib cage. "N-nothing. I don't feel anything," I muttered, becoming more frightened by the second.

She nodded in understanding. "What about other things from your past? The feeling you had when your first story became popular. What about a past birthday or the moment you graduated from High school? What do you feel about those?"

"Nothing," I repeated, my eyes now pouring tears down. "I don't feel anything."

"That's because they are not your memories. Not truly, at least."

My heart sank. "I don't exist…"

"That is wrong."

"No, it's not! I'm not real, Lamb! If what you say is true, then that means that I'm not real!"

"Yes, you are," she enunciated clearly. "You are very real. You are just not real in his world. But in mine, you are most certainly, without a doubt, real."

"It's not the same," I whimpered.

For a moment, she said nothing. "It's your turn."

"What?"

"You must uphold your end of the bargain. You agreed."

I shook my head, still reeling from her news. "What's even the point?"

"Because you gave me your word that you would…"

I took a deep breath before nodding. "Fine. Fine, I'll tell you how I really feel, I…" I paused for a moment, staring deeply into the glowing blue hues. "I…" Her expression was unchanging. It was a mix of impatience and yet, excitement. My heart thumped once, then twice as her lips curled into a soft smile. My heart skipped a beat, pounding faster than before. "I...love you?" The words felt alien on lips, but that was the answer that had come to me. "But...that's…"

She nodded her head. "You do love me, loving human. And, I love you. I may have jumped the gun when I said so, but I do love you." Her palm continued to stroke my cheek affectionately. "You do not miss Remy, because you do not love her. You do not miss your old life because it was not your life."

"But...if I'm not Joshua Roberts...who am I?"

"You still have not held up your end of the bargain."

"You want me to show you that I love you?"

She nodded eagerly, her smile hardly fading. Leaning down towards her, I kissed her. She responded in kind and as we parted, she tilted her head confused. "No...I don't think that's proof enough."

"Lamb, what do you want…Oh…" My heart pounded as her smiled became even bigger. "W-well, I mean...Lamb, I can't just...cause I'm...you know...abstinent…"

She shook her head. "Nope."

"What do you mean, 'nope'? That's not up to you," I huffed. "I'm telling you, I'm abstinent, I"m not…"

"The real Joshua Roberts is abstinent. You, however, have no obligation to be so."

"Well...I mean, I suppose...no! Hold on, this is way too fast! You can't just expect me to…" The look of impatience returned to her face with a huff. "What is that look for?"

"Clearly, you don't feel how you said, which means that I won't tell you anything else."

"Anything else? There's more?"

She smirked. "Oh, yes. Volumes."

"Look, I love you. I told you that, but this is embarrassing," I finally muttered blushing. "If what you're saying is true, that means that he's writing down everything. Our...umm...you know...the entire world is going to read it."

"Is that a problem?"

"Yes, that's a problem!"

"Why? It's not our world. It's not as if they can pop on over here and mock you or anything. Besides, I don't mind."

I covered my face with my hands. "Lamb, I really don't want to…"

"That's a lie. You do."

"Lamb, stop saying things like…"

"You're still sitting on top of me." Taking my hands in hers, she brought them, rather forcefully, to her breasts before I could react. It was an odd sensation, the supple yet petite flesh covered by a layer of fleece.

Against my will, my hands began to move, enjoying the feeling of her fur between my digits. I caressed and massaged her, trying to comprehend what I was doing. Did Kindred have some sort of...mind control? No, that didn't make sense. "You know, this could be considered molestation," I grumbled.

"Perhaps, but I happen to know that you're into that sort of thing."

My cheeks reddened even more. "And how exactly do you know that?!"

She bit her lip, her eyes closing slightly to indicate she was enjoying my touch. "I know a lot of things about you," she insisted, "like how you have a fetish for feeding people or being fed. Or making love in some sort of water. Or cunnilingus. Or..."

"Okay, okay. Please, stop. Someone's going to hear you."

She leaned upward to place a loving kiss on my lips, her hands leaving mine to wrap around my neck and draw me into it. My will began to crumble, as I turned my head slightly, and the two of us began making out. My tongue slipped between her lips, causing her to stifle a giggle before she reciprocated.

Tugging away from her in a moment of clarity, I said, "This is still really fast Lamb. I mean, you didn't even know what love is when we first met. How can you be so sure about this?"

She smiled pleasantly, nuzzling under my chin. "It's obvious, really. You're not the real Joshua, but that doesn't mean there isn't one. The reason I got so excited after reading Manifesto is because, I knew why I was made and I know why you're made."

"Which is…?"

"I can't say why you were made. It'll cause too many problems. However, I can say the reason I'm made is to love you and to give you someone to love. As you know, Josh is quite the romantic. It wouldn't make any sense for him to write you and not give you a love of your own."

"But why you? Why not make a Remy or another Ahri or something else? Why you, specifically? There must be a reason he chose you, right?"

Lamb fell silent, contemplating it for a moment in deep thought. "I'm...not sure why he chose me." A somber tone overtook her entire expression as tears began to well up in her eyes. Staring into mine, she sniffled, "I'm sorry if you wanted someone else."

"Of course not! I just...I don't understand is all. How can I possibly just accept all of this? I'm not real? I don't exist?"

She frowned, setting her chin on my chest and just laying there. "I thought you told that girl with the hat that they were real to you…"

"Well that was obviously before I realized that I'm not really who I thought I was," I replied, running my hand through her hair absently as I wrapped an arm around her waist. "Now, while you're all still real to me, who knows what the real Josh thinks."

"It's...hard to explain," she began. "He's like a God...sort of. Not that he thinks he's one, but he has a perspective of things that you and I can't comprehend. I think stories are a little like machines. Each character, place, and event has a small part of a much greater story that none of them can possibly comprehend. Even still, does that change the validity of those pieces?" Noting that I was still not pleased, she crawled further on top of me to look me in the eyes. Placing one of her hands on my collar bone, the two of us stared deeply into one another. "What can the harvest hope for, if not for the care of the Reaper Man?"

"You have that much faith in him?"

"Yes. Because I know he's a lot like you and I know that that means he's worth putting my faith into," she answered, just as I pulled her into a loving kiss. She gratefully kissed me back before pushing me down on my back with a grin. "You're done with questions, yes?"

I sighed and nodded in surrender. She squealed happily, leaping forward to straddle my face. Immediately, I was assailed by the intoxicating scent of her arousal, which smelled greatly of cherries. Muffled by her thighs, I realized what she wanted and so, I slowly and gently began to tease her with my tongue. Running along her slit which was concealed by the fur that grew around it, I found that her taste matched that of her scent.

A soft moan escaped her lips as she supportively patted my head to indicate she was pleased. I actually found it cute how awkward she was at attempting to be dirty, and as such, I continued to run the tip of my tongue along her folds before flicking her clit playfully.

Her hips moved, sliding up and down my chin and coating me with the sticky fluid that dripped from it. Now, even I was becoming excited by her eagerness as my hands ran along her fit thighs to reach her rump. Her small tail flitted excitedly as I pulled her further towards me, my eyes unable to tear from her body as I began to dig my tongue inside of her.

Soon, I was insatiable as I lapped at her, losing my thoughts to the mesmerising fruity taste. "Oh, loving human…" she moaned, though it seemed forced in an attempt to spur me on. Regardless, it worked before I rolled over, forcing her on her back and putting myself on all fours so I could properly ravage her pussy.

Now her moans had become involuntary, our new position allowing me to begin thrusting faster and harder into her body with my tongue. I couldn't even begin to fathom how or why she could possibly taste so sweet, but looking up at her, I slid my tongue in as deep as I could before wrapping my lips around her clit.

With a high-pitched squeal she bucked her hips, releasing another torrential wave of cherry-flavored cum into my open mouth. The viscosity began to cause her fur to press matted against her flesh as I continued to clean it, but with a rather painful tug on my hair, she pulled me from her delicious quim.

Noting my slight hiss of pain, she immediately released me with an apologetic and sheepish grin, before mouthing 'I love you'.

"I love you, too," I replied back before giving her clit one last kiss goodbye and crawling slowly up her body to leave a trail of sticky kisses where I could. Her arm slid between my legs to fondle me as our eyes met once more, only for them to close simultaneously as we kissed.

She seemed pleasantly surprised by the taste, sucking on my tongue and lips before gently licking my cheeks to clean me of her cum. Part of my mind struggled against this, but I knew that was just the remnants of my false memories as I worked to remove my pants.

Soon, I'd managed to retrieve my hard member and as she wrapped her thighs around me, I placed my tip against her. I paused, appreciating the irony that I was about to take Death's virginity of all things, not to mention losing my own to her. She protested my stalling with a slight nibble on my ear before purring, "Stick it in me, okay?"

Later, I decided, we'd discuss dirty talk, but for now all I could do is press myself inside of her. Her body tightened up as my own slowly invaded her. "Lamb, you need to loosen up, love."

She smiled warmly at being called love, before her brow furrowed and she flicked my nose. "Bad human, " she giggled, "it's Mistress Lamb." She then kissed my nose and added, "But okay." Soon, her grip on me loosened, allowing me to proceed further into her.

"Sorry, Mistress Lamb," I apologized, kissing her throat as she held my body tightly. I can't even begin to explain the feeling of having her fingers gripping desperately onto to my shirt as the two of us attempted to force ourselves into the same spot of existence. Our pants joined one another in a melodious chorus when I finally managed to slip myself all the way in. Realizing I would go no deeper, her body quickly retightened, causing me to gasp in shock. "L-lamb?"

"Mistress Lamb," she repeated, "and now that I have you, you'll just have to stay like this for a while." I went to pull out in protest, but she clamped down even tighter, an uncomfortable heat flooding my hard member and her thighs ensuring that I was properly ensnared. She seemed to enjoy watching me struggle, unable to hide the look of pure bliss on my face as her incredible tightness squeezed and rubbed my sensitive flesh.

I began to actually make some progress, to her surprise as the two of us warred. Myself trying to pull out and her trying to keep me in. Just as I got to my tip however, my mind exploded in pleasure and I had to shove my hands out to prevent collapsing on her. Well, if I couldn't beat her, I decided I would join her and so, taking advantage of her muscled grip, I thrust back into her, causing her eyes to widen with a surprised moan that echoed through the empty train car.

With her muscles released, I seized the opportunity to draw back farther until she realized what I was doing and clamped down once more, only allowing me to thrust back into her. I could feel her claws sink slightly into my flesh through the fabric as she continued to trail moans and pants.

A bead of sweat rolled from my temple down my cheek as I set up a rhythm of thrusting that soon caused her to stop attempting to manipulate whether or not I'd stay inside of her. Instead, she simply flopped on her back, going limp so that she could better enjoy my maddening invasion of her pussy.

Her ecstasy was driving her insane as her mouth remained agape, unable to decide if she wished to moan, call my name, or encourage me further. My lips roughly crashed against hers so that our tongues could tangle with one another's in a mindless attempt at romance, while our bodies carnal desires guided our hips to pound against one another's as we tried to hold on to our rationality.

She soon came for me again, her hands running from my back to tangle in my hair and roughly tug me to her breast where I found her nipple and began to suckle her. Despite the petiteness of her breasts beneath the fur, I found that she was actually lactating to my surprise. I swallowed it, her milky cream also being slightly imbued with the taste of cherries.

Shoving me on to my back, thus causing me to go even deeper, she sat up, pinning me down with her strength so she could ride me as fast as she liked. Every movement of her muscle brought me one step closer to cumming for her, though I wasn't even sure if I wanted to finish in her or not. I didn't exactly know if she could become pregnant from me, and I doubted she knew either.

So I contentedly placed my hands on her breasts, using my fingers to milk her like a true lamb. Holding my tongue out, I moaned as the warm liquid splashed on it and my face. I was shocked by just how crazy I was making things and how little I cared.

As her surprisingly light body continued to rise and fall on me, I knew I was at my end so I sat up, her grip having released me, and giving her lips one last kiss, I whispered, "I'm about to cum."

With one last rough drop, she tightened around me as much as she could as my spasming cock sprayed ribbons of pearly alabaster seed inside of steaming folds. Her eyes rolled back in pleasure as she soon washed it away completely by cumming herself and utterly soaking both of our crotches.

Collapsing forward on to my chest, she and I couldn't stop panting as we held one another there. Our hearts were pounding, our lungs were burning, our bodies were exhausted, and yet I couldn't help but be thrilled that I was basking in the glow of her love and affection. Looking behind me, I chuckled and reached beneath the seat to retrieve her mask.

Deciding to tease her, I put it on just as she opened her eyes. "How do I look?" I asked, just before my eyes widened as she clamped down and came again, almost instantly.

"Oh G-gods!" she moaned, "What did you just do?"

"N-nothing!" Another intense orgasm rocketed through her body, and I began to become very concerned. I'd heard of an illness that makes a person's body highly susceptible to orgasm, which sounds wonderful in theory, but it begins to come around to verge of being painful. "L-lamb!"

"S-stop!" She cried out, unable to control her body as she came again. "J-just stop whatever you're doing."

"I'm not…" My sentence was interrupted by another orgasm from her as she collapsed in exhaustion. My mind reeled at the realization of what had caused it. When I spoke with the mask on, it caused her to cum. Just as she'd managed to regain her breath, I decided to test my theory. "Cum." I stated, causing her body to ripple in pleasure.

She let out a low mewl as she struggled to regain her strength. "J-josh," she whined, "what's happening to me? I'm…I'm scared."

Carefully taking off her mask, I tilted her chin up to kiss her. "Don't be. Apparently if I wear your mask and talk, it makes your body orgasm. I don't know why though."

"I d-d-do," she stammered. "That mask is a c-construct of my entire being. When you talk, you're making it v-v-vibrate while on your face." Curious, I held her mask in one hand before slowly running my finger along the inside of it. Her face softened, as she moaned again, as if every caress was affecting her atom by atom. Was that why they were slain when their masks were destroyed?

"Does that feel good?" I teased, using my other hand to scratch beneath her chin. She nodded her head yes, nuzzling against me like she were a pet wanting further attention. Well, I had every intention of giving it to her. Stroking her mask again, her back arched, causing her to push our pelvises together once again.

Already, I was starting to become aroused again by the thought of having my own little remote control for my darling Lamb. Smiling, I placed her mask back on. Running my fingers along her spine, she purred, unable to decide in which direction she wished to press against my touch. Extending my tongue, I slowly ran it over the finely polished wood causing her to moan out for me.

Sitting up, I lifted her in my arms. She wrapped her around my neck to cling to me as I carried her to the door of the train. I began to pump into her over and over again as my hard cock begged me to make her mine over and over again.

She was ecstatic about the prospect, her lips kissing the outside of the mask where mine were. Surprisingly, I could actually feel my own tingling through it, as if wearing it made me feel through the outside. Her fingers tangled themselves on whatever they could grip on my person as her breasts rose and fell while she bounced on my hard shaft. I decided to pay her back for the way she'd squeezed down on my tip earlier and thrusting deep inside of her, I ran my tongue along the mask and hummed at the same time.

She let out a loud screech as she came harder than she ever had before falling limp in my arms. She could barely hold her head up she was so weak from pleasure. Pulling from her, I slowly lowered her to the ground, her legs not even able to keep her standing.

Tilting the mask up to rest on top of my head, I tugged playfully on her ears, pulling her towards my still hard member. Staring up at me and panting heavily, she seemed to understand and carefully she began to lick the sides of it, cleaning the cum from it with soft and happy moans. "Oh, Lamb…" I moaned, stroking her affectionately, "that feels wonderful."

That seemed to spur her on as she smiled and began to more actively clean my cock of cum. Her hand stroked my thigh, cupping my balls and massaging them before she sucked softly on them, humming while she did so. It felt wonderful, and I had to prop myself up against the door to avoid collapsing on top of her.

Finally, she released them from her soft lips, glistening with her saliva as she looked into my eyes, seeking approval. I gave it to her with a reassuring scratch behind the ears that brought a pink tinge to her cheeks before her lips parted once more, this time to wrap around my cock.

She began to bob up and down slowly, her gaze never leaving mine as she continued humming into my flesh. I could feel every subtle vibration and every loving caress of her hot, slippery, tongue.

Her hand crept between her own legs to stroke her pussy, filled with cum and dripping uncontrollably on the floor. She had a lot of stamina, clearly, and still she fingered herself while moaning around my cock.

Going down even lower, she took my cock straight to the back of her beautiful mouth so that it slid into her throat. Being Death, she didn't truly need air, so she just kept me there, sucking and gurgling on me in an attempt to make me cum one more time. It worked, too.

Pulling her back slightly, I came hard, flooding her mouth with jizz and causing it to burst from her lips, regardless of how hard she tried to keep it in. Pulling out with a plop, I came again, the drops of spunk that fell upon her hair and breasts, quickly fading in with the white fur.

She swallowed before sticking out her tongue to show me with a giggle. I couldn't believe that we'd just fucked. Not even just once, but multiple times. "That was wonderful," she sighed.

"Yeah," I agreed.

She smiled as I sat down beside her with a chuckle, nuzzling against her. "I think I may keep your semen on me a little longer. It feels nice and warm, and it smells like you." As creepy as it sounded, I actually couldn't help but turn a bright red from the adorableness she displayed.

"What...the...fuck?!" A voice snapped in rage, causing us to both look up to see Wolf, his claws leaving scratches in the steel bottom of the train car on the other side. "Step away from my sister, you monster!" He snarled. "I swear to you, I'll rip out your heart!"

To be continued...