TotE 9
Poke Her Game
Hey all. I know I'm a terrible writer but I'm just writing for the giggles.
Anyhoo, enjoy.

Sol "nervously" looked over his hand, seeing that there were 2 aces and a jack of spades sitting on the table. Sol and Riven were the only ones left; Sol had only his pants on left while Riven had her overshirt, undergarments and pants. Sol knew this was the last round for him, unless he pulls something huge. "All in," he calls as the drunk member around him stirred, mostly nude figures lolling around in chairs.
Riven smirked. "I call," she says as she pushes in her chips as well.
Sol flipped his card to reveal two aces- a four-of-a-kind. Riven flipped hers to show that she had a royal straight. "Damn it," Sol grumbled as he reached for his pants. Miss Fortune stood and roughly kissed him, pulling down his pants for him. "Mmph," Sol mumbled, surprised at her sudden occupation of his lips.
She giggled as Sol felt his member begin to harden. 'Fuck fuck Tyal a little help please-' too late. Everyone noticed the huge protruding sword jutting out from his blue boxers. "Uh," Sol mumbled embarrassed as he tried to cover himself.
He stumbled his way past various horny, drunk women as he handed Riven his pocket cash. "Here, since you won, I guess," he said as he turned to back away. He was just grasping his pants when he felt a hand on his shoulder. "I don't want this," Riven's voice says as she hands him his money back.
Sol turns. "Uh, so how do I pay you?" he questioned almost innocently.
She smiles, the alcoholic blush deep in her face.
"You and me. My room. 5 minutes. Go," she grins as Sol smiled almost victoriously.

Morning came in the form of the worst head ache Sol had in his entire life. "Mmph," he moaned as he massages his head. He felt something stir beside him, noticing a mocha-colored arm snaked over his pale torso. 'Oh, so that's what happened' Sol muttered mentally. Not a single memory came to him as he tried to overcome the splitting pain of the hangover. Sol made to get up but Riven, apparently awake, pushed him down. "Jus'...hold up," she softly mumbled. "Just hold up."
Sol complied as lay back down, putting his head on the soft pillow. He felt her naked body push against his as she pressed herself into him, taking in the heat Sol radiated off of him.
Eventually, she and him left the bed, both blushing embarrassed at each other. Sol put on his pants as he looked at Riven, holding blankets over her fit and curvy form. Sol cleared his throat, breaking the awkward silence. "So..." he began as he scratched his hair. "What happened last night?"
Riven smiled and held in some giggles, putting her hands on her lips. After the fit, she said," The best night of my life, is what." She blushed and looked away, trying to stare at a small picture across her bedroom.
Sol nodded. "Oh," he said. "I figured." She looked at him questioningly as he gestured to his shirt, tattered and covered in feminine bodily fluids. "...oops," she said sheepishly as Sol grimaced slightly. "Yeah well, I can teleport back home so I'm fine for now," he said. He smiled. "So see you again some other time?" he asked, trying to look hopeful as she blushed even deeper.
Sol gazed deeply into her eyes as Riven suddenly felt compelled to say-"why not have another date right now?" she blurted out as Sol raised his eyebrows in mock surprise. 'Thank you kindly, Tyal.'
"Sure, I guess. Just let me get another shirt," he smiled warmly and kissed her lips, sending shivers down her spine. "Dinner at your place?" He asked as she nodded her consent. Sol smiled at her and he disappeared.

Riven opened the door for Sol to come in. "Hey, you," she said as she welcomed him. "Hey, you too," he said playfully as he kissed her deeply. She pulled him in as he broke away. He laughed at her cute pouting face,"more of that later," he said.
He took a seat at her table, taking in the few dishes that sat in front of him. "Sorry it isn't much," she apologized. "I'm not that great of a cook," she finished. He smiled. "No, it's cool. I find that girls that can't cook are a lot better in another way," he smiled seductively as he touched her leg with his hand. She gently shivered at his touch. "...oh," she said meekly after a while as he kissed her hand. "Thank you, though. It looks delicious."
The pair began to eat the food, Sol taking large amounts of the spaghetti and vinegar salad. "Wow," he said between his bites. "This stuff," he paused to eat. "Is godly," he stated as she giggled, blushing. "Oh my god I could eat this for years and never get tired," he moaned at the delicious flavor. She smiled and blushed even more fiercely at his immature and cute behavior.
(Hour Later)
Sol sat down on the couch of her TV, watching the romantic movie that she had put in. "Wow," he stated. "The werewolf obviously is just using her," he said. "And that sparkly guy is really gay," he complained as Riven nodded, agreeing. "Oh my god this movie is stupid," he finished after about 10 minutes of intense staring scenes.
Riven giggled. "Totally," she said as she popped in an action movie. "Jayce Bond?" Sol wondered. "Where have I heard that..."
The movie's credits rolled as Riven yawned, curling herself against him. "Thank you for the lovely night," he said as he stroked her luscious hair. "Thank you, as well," she replied.
Sol leaned in to kiss her slowly, yet Riven attacked his lips with hers. She pushed herself deeply against him. Her tongue wrapped around his, the appendages dancing together. Sol felt himself becoming hot as he twisted a hand under her shirt, grasping one of her shapely breasts. She moaned as he tweaked her nipples, sending vibrations throughout Sol's body. Her hands reached for his pants as Sol shoved a hand between her legs and in her pants. Roughly fingering her, she screamed as liquid poured out of her, her body bucking in pleasure.
Sol stopped suddenly. "Wait," he sighed as she moaned in disappointment. She suddenly snarled fiercely as Sol felt her viciously push herself against him once more, roughly grasping his member and aggressively pumping it. "Riven, stop!" he yelled, attempting to push off the stronger woman. She roared and pushed him to the floor, restraining him with her own arms as she made him enter her. Her eyes were manic, a black and crimson haze in them. 'Tyal, stop!'
He twitched as he felt himself release within her. "Please, Riven, STOP!" he yelled as she continuously mounted him, riding faster and faster as she screamed in ecstasy incredibly quickly. He felt himself shooting nothing within her tight nether regions as Sol groaned in pain, the release being so painful that it burned. Riven continued to moan and call his name, begging for more and screaming as she came again and again.
Sol felt his mind go blank as he felt himself slowly slip from consciousness.

It was morning again as Sol woke up, Riven still mounted on him. "Oh my god," he whispered, his crotch burning and aching like no tomorrow. He roughly pushed Riven off and winced, curling up into a ball to try and somehow comfort himself. Pain and agony rushed through him as Riven finally stirred. "Wha," she mumbled as day-old cum splurt out of her filled vagina. Her stomach was slightly bulging, full of sperm. "Oh my god Sol are you okay?" she yelled. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to-I-I lost control!"
Sol winced. "Yeah, yeah. I'm fine," he mumbled, struggling to get up. He snarled in pain as he felt a sharp, burning sensation tear through his back. She noticed numerous dull red scars streaked across his back.
Wincing, she inquired," Did I do that?" He nodded and got up to put on his clothes only to find that it all was tattered to shreds. "Oh fuck," he grumbled. "I have no clothes."
She blushed and quickly withdrew a grey pair of sweatpants and tossed it to him. She dashed to the bathroom. "Sorry, Sol. Here, wear this until you get something."
He grimaced and kicked back, hissing in pain at the feeling of cold leather touching his tender and raw back. 'I hope Riven doesn't mind a dirty leather couch,' he mumbled to himself.
Hours later
Sol walked out of the Exile's room, content with the lunch she had made for him. "Phew," he said, his shirtless form walking around the place in girly grey sweat pants.
"Hey Sol!" he heard a familiar voice call out. "Nice pants!" He turned to see everyone's favorite blob of green goop grin at him. "These aren't mine, buddy," he laughed. "Riven let me borrow hers. All my pants are um. Unavailable for wearing at the moment."
Zac laughed, his form quivering. "So you're the one wearing he pants, huh?" Sol grinned. "No, man," he laughed. "I'm with Sarah at the moment."
Zac smacked his... arm(?) on Sol's bare back, who winced in pain. "Oh, sorry about that. You should go get that checked out, man. It looks pretty frickin' nasty."
Sol nodded gingerly. "Yeah. I'm gonna go there as soon as I get a shirt."
Zac looked at him. "Hey... it's changing color... You might wanna just go now." Zac smirked. "Here, I'll help."
Sol felt Zac's arms wrap around him as Zac launched himself into the air, flying straight out of a conveniently open door. "Incoming!" he yelled as he fell unceremoniously into the center of the League park. He bounced as Sol fell onto his jelly form. "Thanks, bud," he called as he dashed into the clinic. "Any time Sol!" Zac yelled back as he went on with his daily life once more.

"So doc, what's wrong with me?" Sol inquired to Shen, who stood next to a somewhat blushing Akali. "I...I don't know what's wrong with your back," he started hesitantly. "It appears to be some sort of magical corruption. It somewhat is similar to the essence of shadow isle creatures as well as Void magic. We've had to ask Kassadin for help to identify this."
Sol looked at them confused. "So you're tellin' me that I'm basically infected with magic."
Akali broke in. "Yes. We don't know what is wrong with it. But you should come in every once in a while to..." she paused to look away, blushing. "To get a check up on that."
Sol nodded, oblivious to her embarrassment. "Oh, and Sol."
Shen handed him a large basket that he procured from seemingly no where. He is, of course a ninja. "This is your next batch of...medical...gummy bears. I would ask you to not consume it all at once, as that would be quite unhealthy," he remarked. "Sadly, you're going to anyway."
Sol grinned. "You know me too well, doc." Shen nodded and continued. "Yes, but about the wounds on your back," he cleared his throat as he reached for a clipboard. "Every two weeks you are to report to the medical ward for treatment. Akali here will treat you, as per her request. And please be careful. You are free to leave at any time." Shen walked away and paused, turning around. "And you should probably buy new pants for Riven. The old ones are covered in blood...or something like that," he finished, swiftly exiting the room.
Sol laughed. "Alright well, I guess I'm gonna go ahead and leave," he said as he winked at Akali. "Seeya in two weeks," he stated as he made to teleport out of the room. "What the-" Sol began as the tug of magic did not happen to appear. "My powers aren't working..." he mumbled confused. 'Tyal?' he asked in his mind. No response.
"Shit," he stated. "My powers are gone," he whispered, devastated. "W-what?" Akali asked. "How?"
He attempted to call upon his magic once more. The sensation of raw power flowed through him, which was a familiar feeling, until it all abruptly disappeared into thin air. A sudden idea struck Sol. "Maybe this...thing...on my back is leeching my powers," he began. Sol mentally reached out to the scar, sensing a huge power wave within the tainted flesh. Screams and moans echoed in his mind as he approached the place with his soul. A barrier of what seemed to be pure...agony?...barred him from his powers, the darkness overwhelming his mind. Panting deeply, Sol retreated. "It's...trapped..." he started. "She's trapped."
Hours Later
Once more, Sol attempted to reach out to Tyal's isolated consciousness. 'Come on!' he roared as he tried to push through the barrier once more. Again, the pain of the memories of his past struck him. Snarling and weeping at the same time, he retreated once more. Feeling a hand on his shoulder, he released himself from the mindscape of his soul and opened his eyes. "Sol, come on," she softly said in a loving tone. "You've been at this for hours. And you're hurting yourself," she softly stated, grasping his hand. Sol sighed, tears still falling. Memories of his sister being spirited away from him flashed in his mind. His village burned to the ground, his sister returning in unending rage. His family being torn asunder as he fled into the distant night. Repeat.
"I... I know," he whispered as he slowly got up from his meditational position. A faint memory of an unfamiliar woman gazing lovingly into his eyes. "I need to see my sister," he whispered.

Sol knocked on Syndra's door, waiting for her to come. Impatient, he opened it to see Syndra gently kissing Zed, who instantly disappeared. "Uh..." Sol started. Syndra glared at him and turned to face the now-gone Zed. "Come on!" she screeched at him as she threw a sphere at him. Sol attempted to dodge, but like before, his magic failed him. Hitting him dead on, the sphere knocked the wind out of him. Sol gasped in pain as he clutched his stomach, wheezing for air while crawling on the floor. "Oh my god!" Syndra cried as she rushed to him. "I'm so sorry!" She exclaimed as she helped him up. Sol nodded as he gingerly sat down on her couch. "Syndra," he began. "Do you remember...what mom looked like?" Syndra was confused. "Mom? No, not really. I kind of attempted to wipe her from my memories after I...you know..." she gestured with one finger, slicing it swiftly across her neck. "Oh," Sol began. 'Who was that woman?' he wondered to himself. He explained what had happened.
"I can't access my powers, Syn," he started. "I...I don't know why, or how. I just can't." She looked on in skepticism as she wrapped her head around this situation. "Hmm. And you mentioned...a barrier of some sort?" He nodded. "And whenever you try and access what's within that barrier, all you see is the memories of...the past..." she concluded softly. She rested her chin on a fist. "I...I have no clue," she stated. "Maybe...is there a powerful mage you know that could help you with this?"

Emilia heard a knock on her door. 'Strange,' she mused. 'I'm not expecting anyone...' she paused in her painting to open the door. Finding her favorite young recruit, she smiled at him, gesturing for him to come in with a somewhat seductive leer. "Why hello, dear," she began as she wrapped a hand around his. "What can little ol' me do for you?"
He hesitated. "Well... My powers are blocked," he began as he looked at her with look of sad desperation and despair. "And...and every time I try and access it, my memories of the past come up," he finished as he looked away. "Can...can you help me?"
She smiled to herself. 'Perfect.' On the outside, she put on her most motherly face on, gently hugging the young man in front of her. "I'll do my best to help," she whispered, tenderly kissing Sol's forehead.

What could Leblanc have planned for our hero?
Why does Sol not have his powers?
And why haven't I been updating at all?
Find out eventually in...
The next trillion or so chapters of Tales of the Eclipse!
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