Things were not looking good. In a metaphorical sense, of course, as in the literal sense things were splendid. The Sun was high up in the sky, bathing the world in gentle, golden light, surrounded by the pale blue of the boundless heavens above. A few shy clouds, endearingly ringlety, hovered in tiny groups, dotting the welkin.

On the ground things had a similar disposition. The forests, flush with life, almost glimmered with beauty. Nature's colors, in this case mostly green, were enchanting. The quiet whispers of the leaves, brushes and grasses, as they were blown by the gentle gusts of wind that permeated the Summoner's Rift, were calming. In addition to that, the murmur of the river was no less pleasant to listen to.

That was not even all there was to the good look of things. Maybe the reason why things appeared so stupendous were two ladies, each of whom was breathtaking in their own unique ways.

First, one would notice striking red locks of hair, framing a tanned, sharp featured face. Eyes like jade rested under furrowed brows, and luscious red lips were locked in a furious frown. Here was the result of things not looking good.

"This is a little more than hopeless!" stated the redhead, her voice ringing loud and clear. She was anything but pleased with the turn of events, but when the captain was not in charge of things, they were bound to go sour. Even though that was so, she still had someone whom she could command.

The second reason why things looked quite good was standing, or rather floating, around two feet away from the redhead. While the latter was clad in a pair of form fitting leather pants that seemed to be close to bursting open due to just how thick her thighs were, and most of the rest of her body was uncovered, safe for a white shirt with black elements that left her midriff, shoulders and arms bare, the former was dressed a lot more elegantly.

A light blue dress that had darker shades of its primary color strewn all over it in a very pleasant to the eye pattern, lined with golden details and ornamentations, hugged her form quite well, showcasing a thin waistline framed by broad hips and a huge bust. The elegance of the outfit was only underlined by the presence of a deep neckline that showed off the pearly flesh of the woman's chest.

All that was topped off by a beautiful face, framed by long blue hair, held in a pair of tails drooping by her sides, with features that were a lot softer than those of the redhead, but still quite easily discernible and striking in their own right. Her cerulean eyes were a bit narrower than they would normally be, and her brows had elevated themselves slightly, for concern flowed through her and made her worry.

It would appear that she shared the redhead's opinion on their current predicament. Indeed, when one took a look at things from a more strategic point of view, rather than a simply observant one, it would be easy to notice that things looked dour for the pair. As members of the blue team, assaulting from the Southwest, both the redhead and the blue haired dame had a simple goal - destroy the Nexus at the heart of the Northeastern red team's base of operations.

That was, naturally, easier said than done. Not only did their warriors - three foot tall, robe-clad creatures with a discernible lack of sentience - ignore their commands, but there were enemies of an almost inexplicable nature that stood between them and their objective. It would have been fine, and maybe even easy, if things were reasonably adjusted, but that was not the case.

Now, for a human, Miss Sarah Fortune was incredibly strong. It came with the occupation - after all, to fire a barrage of essentially cannon fire from guns situated in her hands required a fair bit of strength, as what would otherwise happen was her fall, caused by the insane recoil. Not only that, but her endurance was outstanding, as well, and she could outrun anyone in a marathon.

In the case of her companion, Sona Buvelle, things were also quite skewed in her favor, when it came to comparison with other people. She wielded the power of music, and could utilize it in ways that held the potential to harm, bolster, or even control others. However, she was a frail little lady - even if she could be described as humongous in some regards - and that left her at a disadvantage against anyone who could withstand her magic.

Of course, if faced with other humans, both Sarah and Sona would be able to defeat large numbers of enemies with ease. Faced with creatures that defied explanation, however, they were bound to struggle, and struggle they did. Five of those entities were, currently, roaming the Summoner's Rift, as members of the red team, with an objective not at all dissimilar from the blue team's.

Miss Fortune was prone to cursing, and so she cursed her misfortune. Her family name had made it so she could wear the concept of being unlucky as a weapon against others. 'Miss Fortune is coming!' was very similar to 'Misfortune is coming!', and that helped with undermining the morale of her enemies. However, when her enemies could not even understand the concept of language, her name meant nothing to them. What morale was there to shatter when there was no sentience in the fiends that stood before her?

So, there she was, standing next to her supportive companion, raking her head and trying to think of a solution to their problem. Their allies, surprisingly, were not too dissimilar from the beasts that stood against them… At least in the mental department. In an actual fight, they could do fine, but their ability to make decisions was severely impaired. In fact, she was certain she had seen one of them drooling - and not because he had been fantasizing of doing inappropriate things to her, as there was a certain glimmer in the eye of people who did that.

That was a problem, as there was a great need to convene and discuss tactics, for the approach of the blue team definitely needed to change, as they were losing to the red team, and yet they kept on moving as though they were winning. In a sense, it was true - the trio of goons that were assigned to be Miss Fortune and Sona's allies were very capable of dispatching the opposing forces… All except one.

The fellow was named Nasus, and Sarah had no idea why she had to end up standing against him. No matter how many hundred yard stares she threw his way, and no matter how many bullets she fired at him, things just did not seem to affect him… Maybe because he was almost twice as tall as her. Maybe because he was some kind of dog-human hybrid. Maybe because he wielded magic that really did not seem to be on the same level as what Sona was capable of performing.

Leaning against the Northern Nexus Turret, Sarah Fortune was not going to win the game. Inaction was not her ally, as it meant that the opposing team was going to get what they wanted, whilst she was going to be left in the mud, a mangled mess, torn by unfathomable agony, only to then reappear wherever she had started this whole ordeal… With the memory of pain being the only reward.

The scurrying of footsteps from behind her alerted her to the fact that her allies had returned to the so-called Fountain, had done whatever they had needed to do there, and were on their way back to the slaughter.

"Stop!-" she commanded, trying to get them to stick around for a moment. "-We need to–" they ran past her and Sona as though the pair were a set of road signs, completely ignoring them. Sarah Fortune sighed, feeling the weight from her back shifting to her shoulders, as the burden she perceived herself to be carrying only grew more obscene.

The trio of lunatics ran off into the distance, catching up to the small detachment of three foot tall soldiers. The big minions joining the ordinary ones, she thought to herself as she observed her allies. Oh, how dreadful this situation was! If only she could not take part in this, it would be phenomenal, but whatever it was that made them fight like so had failsaves in place. The anguish that came with avoiding to take part in the battle was even greater than what came as a result of losing.

Miss Fortune, having looked down on the ground in an attempt to gather her thoughts, looked up at her companion. In the process, though, her eyes whizzed past Sona's lewd cleavage, and the sheer size of the pale woman's knockers once again had Sarah feeling inadequate. How men did not flock to her was a mystery that had no answer, but the sight itself happened to give the redhead an idea.

"Sona,-" she started, her frown turning itself upside down, "-we'll distract Nasus!"

The blue-haired maven's eyes widened, her mouth found itself falling ajar, and she put a hand over it in an attempt to hide her shock. She could not speak, but Sarah did not need to be told that there was a need for elaboration.

"Come on, I have a plan. This will net us a victory!" stated Miss Fortune and started confidently struggling towards the top-most lane of the three-laned layout of the Summoner's Rift.

Sona followed, although she had far too many questions in her head to be doing so out of faith in the redhead's genius. Sure, Sarah was smart enough to make the right decisions during their previous encounters, but the situation they were currently in was totally unsalvageable, at least according to the blue-clad woman. Her golden etwahl, no matter how wondrous and magical, seemed to be incapable of producing a sound that could affect Nasus strongly enough so as to stop him.

What chance did the two of them have against a creature that had the capacity to best their entire team by itself?

"Listen up!-" Miss Fortune's voice was loud and clear. It was very capable of ripping her out of her thoughts and making her focus on the redhead, which, in turn, led to focusing on the rest of the battlefield. "-We'll distract him, okay? We're not going to beat him, we'll just make sure he does not get to our team. The three of them can get rid of the whole of the reds, with the exception of Nasus… So we'll make sure he does not show up!"

That was a sound plan, with one very major problem. Sona had no idea how they were going to achieve the goal that was set for them by Miss Fortune. In the simplest terms, having longer legs meant one could make larger strides, and the larger one's stride, the greater the distance that was covered. The height of the Shuriman indicated that his legs were a lot longer than theirs… And thus he could catch up to them in no time, even if they were fleeing as fast as possible, so there was no way they could distract him in a manner that would involve things of that nature.

Unfortunately, that meant they were out of options, as the strange rulings established by the Summoner's Rift enforced certain things to be different than they would otherwise be. The simplest example would be the fact that Miss Fortune's weapons, which under normal circumstances could kill a man in a single shot, required at least five, or even six, shots to deal enough damage to where the result of it would be considered a mortal wound.

It also meant that Sona's magic would be incapable of keeping Nasus immobile for more than a second, or two, at most. Outside of this Rift, she could take over the bodies of others with her music and force them to move in specific manners, as though they were dancing, for a far longer period of time. Here, it was not so, which prompted her to strum the strings of her etwahl. The tone was similar to the intonation of a spoken question.

"Just follow my lead… Closely, and… Well, stop him from moving for as long as you can!" Said Miss Fortune as the pair sank into the forests of the Summoner's Rift.

Their target's location was known to them. It was strange, the way this knowledge worked, but while in the Summoner's Rift they could tell some things were, without actually being able to observe them. Such as where, exactly, their allies were, what the status of certain things was, and also, under some specific circumstances that really failed to make sense, the location and status of their enemies.

Nasus was currently somewhere in the topmost lane, in the middle of a scuffle between blue and red minions. The way the Shuriman behaved was very focused around lingering close to minions and finishing them off, far more specialized than what most others would do. It was almost as though he was infatuated with the deaths of the little blue things… Which could be considered understandable, if one were to base their presumptions off of his monstrous appearance.

The pair came to a halt in a brush behind the Shuriman. Sona wondered why it was that Miss Fortune had stopped, even though she had, so far, been moving with a very great measure of certainty.

Sarah Fortune was, actually, not that sure. Her 'plan' involved an incredibly high amount of luck, which she was, notoriously, not very prone to having, as was evidenced by her life up until this point. However, seeing as she really did not want to end up experiencing the agony that was carried by losing the battle, the redhead was very much ready to try this.

"Keep him still for a bit, as discussed, and then do what I do, okay?" she reiterated, more to herself, rather than to Sona, and breathed in. The blue haired woman at her side nodded, even though her eyes betrayed uncertainty.

Miss Fortune pounced out of the brush, and, as soon as she was in range, she raised her weapons, the titular Shock and Awe, firing off a volley of projectiles into the air. Nasus, the towering, jackal-like creature that he was, clad in gold armor of a distinctly Shuriman style, turned around, his eyes glowing unnaturally. The rain of bullets, which were of a far finer variety than what the guns usually fired, started falling on top of the massive being.

Sona strummed her etwahl, producing a beautiful, albeit loud and even startling musical bit, which took on a visible form. Golden light, which was actually the realization of the vibrating air - the sound - as it moved, flowed towards Nasus at a speed that was unmanageable. The powerful chord of music slammed into the Shuriman, which caused his arms and legs to start moving, as if of their own accord, to the tune of a song that would have been playing, had Sona not ceased her performance in preparation to emulate Miss Fortune's actions.

That was where things were going to be decided.

The redhead raised her arms again, guns pointing to the sides, making sure the movement was clearly discernible for the Shuriman… And then she dropped the weapons onto the ground. Shock and Awe fell onto the grassy dirt with a thud, and Sona was probably experiencing either one of those states, or both of them at once.

Sarah started walking towards Nasus, putting one leg in front of the other, emphasizing the swaying of her hips. Her eyes were locked onto his own, and she was making a great effort to give her gaze a smoldering property.

"Well, big boy…" she muttered, lowering one hand towards her chest, hooking a finger onto her top and pulling at it slightly, which brought her breasts even closer together while also revealing more skin, to the point where at any moment it was very possible for her bosom to burst from her clothes. "...Wanna have some fun?"

The minions continued fighting one another, however, other than them, everyone, and everything else, seemed to have found itself in a shocking stupor. Miss Fortune was expecting a response, waiting a few feet away from the Shuriman, who was no longer under the effects of the musician's spell. Nasus was looking at her, and in his eyes she thought she could see confusion akin to what people felt whenever they were told something demonstrably untrue about themselves. Sona had pursed her lips, her eyes were wide open and one of her brows had shot up in befuddlement.

Miss Fortune's breasts were about to pop out of her top in the blink of an eye, if she moved her finger downwards. The bountiful mounds of tanned flesh, covered in a very thin, almost imperceptible sheen of sweat, had been called mouthwatering by people who had thought they were not within earshot of her. That was enough to make Sarah Fortune that she possessed the ability to make men lose their minds, or to steer them in that direction with ease, as soon as she showed a bit of cleavage.

Her plan was counting on that, but now that she was standing before the towering Shuriman, looking up at him, she realized that it was possible for him to not be interested at all… As a result of his inhumanity. At the very least, he was totally stunned - to the point of not moving a muscle - so the part of her plan that involved him being distracted was working perfectly.

"What?" he asked, or, rather, said, his words indicative of a stupendous bewilderment. His voice was deep, so much so that it echoed, even though there were no walls off of which it could bounce. It also bore a silky smoothness to it, one that was thoroughly unexpected. His beastly appearance did not suggest such a sophisticated sounding voice… Much less one that was pleasant.

What, indeed. She had not accounted for the option of him… Asking anything. In fact, she was a tad bewildered by the question presented by the Shuriman. She could not just inform him of what her plan was, as then he would rush to assist his allies so as to prevent the loss that would follow in the case that he did not do that. The pain associated with defeat on the Summoner's Rift was undoubtedly something he was not fond of, and so she had to skirt around that.

Fortunately, she was a quick thinker.

"Don't play coy, big boy, you know what that means!" she purred in response, tilting her head to the side, flashing a vibrant smile at him. "I'm so bored of this senseless violence that I'm willing to do anything else, whatever it is, to get away from it!" her exclamation was delivered in a sultry manner. The sultriest she could muster, even if there was a little grain of truthful emotion within it. She really was not pleased by the constant fighting and had a tad of want to avoid doing anymore of it. That burdened her with a somber feeling that gnawed at the back of her mind.

Now, she would not have presented her words in that manner, were this any other individual, but due to the fact that what she knew of Shurima indicated that anything that was not a trader, or a coastal fisherman, was some old, almost ancient, archaic entity from a long time ago. Nasus, being, apparently, intelligent and sentient, as was evident from the fact that he had reacted to her words, fit in the category of being an ancient, archaic entity. A big, human-like jackal that was a bit too magical to be an illusion, well… That was as obscure as it would get.

Maybe her use of "senseless" and "violence" was too egregious, maybe it was not. She had spoken to sophisticated fellows, on many occasions, and knew that they really liked it when they used as few words that were used by ordinary folk as possible. The oldness of Nasus - at least what she perceived to be his oldness - indicated he would also appreciate sophistication.

"I understood what You meant," replied the Shuriman, raising his free hand up to his chin and rubbing it, as if to emphasize the fact that he was stuck in thought. "Unfortunately, I found it far too uncouth and outside of the norms I am used to to react immediately. The circumstances of our encounters, what few of them that have, so far, taken place, are mysterious, and I have never truly pondered whether my opponents possessed sentience, or if they were but phantoms."

"Well, I'm as real as it gets. She's also very… Corporeal," Miss Fortune stated, turning to regard Sona. The latter's proverbial jimmies were, still, thoroughly rustled, but she remained at the redhead's side. "And we've got an issue with killing, even if it isn't… Permanent. I've made you an offer, what's your response?" Sarah pressed, not only in the conversation between them, but also her breasts, using her arms to push them towards the Shuriman.

It was very difficult to gage what kind of expression a dog had. It was even more difficult when that dog was looking down at her, and most of what she could see was the underside of its jaw. Additionally, the fact that the Shuriman appeared to be immensely calm made it seem as though his expression would be neutral, and there would be no indication of what he thought about the situation.

Sona gasped, though due to the fact she could not speak, it was more of a forceful exhalation. Sarah Fortune turned around to regard her companion, whose cheeks were redder than the former's hair, and her blue eyes, widened in shock, were staring at something. The redhead followed Sona's gaze and found her glance landing between the Shuriman's legs, right at the edge of his ornamental kilt.

There, from behind it, a thick, red piece of meat hung heavily. It was throbbing violently, growing with each of those powerful, visible pulsations. A sharp tip that widened, resembling a pepper that was almost three times as large as the vegetable Sarah Fortune was mentally comparing it to, started curving towards them.

"Oh my…" she mused, feeling a pang of excitement. That was one way to answer. The Shuriman simply stood there, whilst Miss Fortune and Sona were almost petrified by their astonishment at the sight of his cock. The size of it was beyond incredible, as his kilt barely reached his knees, and yet that massive member of his was peeking out from underneath it so prominently, that it seemed as though there was at least an extra span of meat, between the base of the phallus and its tip.

Not only that, but the fact that it was so red, so unusual in shape and appearance by comparison to anything Sarah Fortune had seen before, made it quite intriguing. The flesh was rough, at least so it seemed, and yet the stiffness that was manifesting in the massive cock made it appear somewhat shiny, as if it was very smooth. She figured she would be unable to figure it out by just watching.

"Come on, Sona," purred Miss Fortune, turning around with a bit more effort than she had anticipated she would need to put into the action, and grabbed the blue haired maven's hand, pulling her towards the towering Shuriman. "Take off his kilt, will you?"

Upon saying that, Sarah reached behind her back and undid the clasps holding her top on her, allowing the piece of clothing to fall to the ground. Her breasts, no longer supported by anything, slightly sagged under their own weight. While Nasus had a shockingly large cock, Miss Fortune had astoundingly massive tits. They were soft to the touch, supple, and about as big as her head. The redhead made a step towards him, presenting herself to the Shuriman, keeping her hands at her wide hips.

Without a word, Nasus reached out with his massive hands and cupped her titties. Their sheer size was so great that his palms were unable to engulf the entirety of her flesh mounds, but the combination of the cool breeze that had brushed against her flesh, hardening her pink nipples, and the warmth of his hands, as well as the sureness of his grip, got her feeling quite peculiar.

"You like 'em, don't you?" she inquired, though she felt no need for an answer. The flesh of her breasts was pristine, gently adorned by a row of freckles, whilst the tan made the blood vessels within them nigh invisible to any observer. There was a great deal of pride that she felt whenever she thought about her breasts, as well as whenever men fawned over them, and Nasus, by the looks of things, was no exception.

Kneading her massive titties with his hands, as though her flesh was dough, he moved his fingers over them, pinching her somewhat erect nipples, stimulating her to give out quiet moans of pleasure. Their bodies drew closer to one another, and she found a use for her hands. Reaching under his kilt, she gingerly grasped his throbbing cock, feeling the taut flesh under her fingers. Its appearance had suggested that it would be wet, or at least a little moist, but, surprisingly, it was not. However, the unbelievable heat that radiated off of it was incredible.

Sona was not feeling too fortunate to be in the situation she had found herself in. The sight of Miss Fortune's upper body being bared for all to see was somewhat exhilarating, and then the things that she had ended up engaging in were also quite shattering. The blue haired maven could feel herself getting a bit too bothered by the actions she was observing, as well as the command she had been given.

Floating over to the colossal man-dog, hearing Sarah's sweet moans of pleasure as he pinched her nipples and kneaded her breasts, Sona pursed her lips in a combination of embarrassment and anticipation. What would follow, she wondered to herself, as she sought out the clasp that kept the Shuriman's kilt in place. So engrossed was she in the act of observing Nasus and Miss Fortune's foreplay, that the process of discovering the means of removing the article of clothing was slowed down considerably.

Then, just as her hands reached out to undo the clasp, the Shuriman lowered his head towards Sarah, while she raised herself up, and the two of them… Kissed?

It was an incredibly strange thing to behold. Kissing a dog was never going to work the way a human kissed another human, and it was plainly wrong to do, but kissing a dog-man was… Well, it might not have been wrong, but human mouths were, definitely, not meant to kiss dog mouths. The Shuriman's maw opened and he let his tongue loll out, which then was met by Miss Fortune's tongue.

Sona unclasped the kilt, which led to it slightly startling the pair, interrupting their kiss. Sarah let go of Nasus' massive cock, so as to get rid of the article of clothing that had ended up hanging over his phallus. The blue haired woman gulped as the full extent of the Shuriman's manhood was uncovered.

It reached down to his knees, and was incredibly vulgar in appearance. The taut, red flesh, the shape, it being so sharp at the very tip, then becoming more and more distended the closer to the base it got, only to swell up into a gargantuan knot… What caught her eye, however, were his testicles. Nasus' balls were also massive, about as big as an apple, each, sagging heavily, having so far, barely, been obscured by the kilt. They had a thin layer of fur over them, much like the rest of his body, but there was a slight odor to them, one that Sona could smell quite clearly.

Her nipples got hard. Why that was, she could not pinpoint with great accuracy, but, perhaps, it was owed up to the fact that these things that she was observing were very obscene, very alien, even, and yet they were incredibly close to her. Not only in the literal sense of it, although that, too, played a part, but more along the lines of conceptual vicinity.

There was Sarah Fortune, a stunningly beautiful woman, baring herself before this inhuman titan, engaging in a most inappropriate act with him… But the things she was doing seemed to bring her pleasure, and that was something everyone tended to appreciate. Was it because of her own womanhood, her own ability to derive pleasure from such physical closeness? Or was it because of the fact that it was so unlike anything else she had ever observed or taken part in? The most intriguing thing was the way the Shuriman's cock looked… And smelled.

Sarah pulled away from the impromptu kiss, breathing heavily, her cheeks reddened and her lashes fluttering. Her nipples were hard as rocks, and it seemed as though she was excited to be taking part in this.

"Come on, Sona," the redhead urged, reaching toward the blue haired maven and grasping the front of her dress. With an unceremonious yank, she pulled Sona's decolletage down, freeing the massive flesh mounds. The floating woman's heart skipped a beat as the slight bit of pressure applied by the fabric dissipated, and she found herself able to take a breath without the slight fear of ripping her dress. "Show us what you've got!" Sarah Fortune demanded, a very playful lilt in her tone, as she took a long look at the blue-clad woman.

Her boobs were bigger. That was the first thing that crossed the redhead's mind as she observed Sona, finding it a bit disheartening. That was, obviously, just some kind of slight trick of the light. It was not actually that the blue haired, mute lady's bust was more massive than that of the bounty hunter, but, rather, her dress was pushing them up, slightly, giving them a more imposing appearance.

"Look at these funbags!" exclaimed Sarah, grasping Sona's breasts with a feigned roughness. She gave them a squeeze and relished in the softness, after which she pulled her hands back and harrumphed. "Well, let him have some fun with them!" she urged, after which she turned around and knelt down before the Shuriman.

The slight sting of perceived defeat, in an area she had liked to believe herself superior, was unpleasant. Sona's tits were world class, if that was any means of measuring breast quality. The size was what really bothered Sarah, but then there was also the matter of just how coquettishly pleasant her nipples looked, and just how wondrous their color was, that light pink, compared to the palor of her massive breasts. The softness and form was also incredible, and even if the rim of her dress had been propping them up, slightly, if they were not firm enough to retain their form, they would not have looked that presentable.

She shook her head, banishing these thoughts from her mind. Sure, Sona might have had a rocking pair of tits, but she was an amateur, at best. There was also the matter of the fact that the paleness of her skin made it a bit easier to discern her veins… In that department, Sarah was winning. Then again, what mattered truly was the skill of the user, and Miss Fortune was a master.

However, that massive cock, throbbing violently in front of her, its heavy musk wafting into her nostrils and the translucent bead of sticky pre-cum at the tip… That was something even a master could find challenging to overcome. She reached for it, placing one palm under his testicles, pushing them up, slightly, so as to test the waters. They were almost too hot for comfort, but that was just enough. Their weight left her impressed - how did the Shuriman manage to walk around, even run, at the paces she had seen him manage, considering these massive things were swinging about between his legs? It was very exhilarating, though. The sheer conception of just how much cum was housed within.

Her other palm came to rest at the underside of his shaft, avoiding the humongous knot. That was undoubtedly the danger zone, if it could be described as such, and Sarah was not planning on engaging with it. However, the rest of this magnificent cock was fair game. It was longer than her forearm, even without counting the knot, which left her certain that this fellow was a total gut rearranger. Fortunately for Miss Fortune, she was not planning on having that happen to her.

She nuzzled against the fat canine pecker, giving the sides gentle kisses, allowing her tongue to lash out and hungrily lap at the humongous dong. The texture gave the slightly salty taste, owed up to the thin sheen of sweat that had accumulated over there, an incredibly scintillating quality, making the redhead more and more interested in engaging in carnal activities with Nasus.

"What a fine cock you have…" she mused, talking to herself, rather than anyone in particular. The Shuriman, whether he wanted to reply or not, was not capable of doing so, because his mouth was full of Sona's tit.

His hands were roughly kneading at her huge flesh mounds, groping them, squeezing, pushing them against one another and pulling at them. Even though he was as large as he was, his palms were still unable to completely engulf her breasts, which made the sensation of his fingers and relatively sharp nails sinking into Sona's boobs absolutely irresistible.

She was breathing heavily, in part out of fright, for she could feel his teeth rubbing against the flesh of her left tit, in part out of incredible excitement, for the way his rough surfaced tongue was lapping at her sent shivers up her spine, while his saliva, trickling down her skin, seemed to act as a means of unleashing the floodgates between her legs. Sona was trying to look away, but the unreasonable curiosity that came with the burning down in her nethers prompted her to glance at his visage. It was so disturbing, so primal, so animalistic, and yet that was exactly what made her so restless.

Her cheeks, almost as red as Sarah's hair, were indicative of just how enjoyable this was for her, even though she, herself, could not quite point it out as being enjoyable. And yet, every time her nipple was flicked by his tongue, or the other was pinched by his fingers, she would gasp, feeling her womanhood clenching.

Sona's eyes found themselves landing upon the bobbing head of Miss Fortune, and the realization of what the latter was doing fell upon the blue haired woman. Sarah's mouth had attempted to fit as much of the Shuriman's massive cock as possible, and she was giving him a blowjob. The way her hair waved around indicated that she was really forcing herself down upon it. In between the coquettish gasps Sona was letting out, she could hear her companion gagging.

Nasus let out a grunt, slowing down in the activities surrounding the blue haired maven's breasts. Sona was almost enchanted by the concept of touching his cock, maybe due to the state of her womanhood, maybe because she could see Sarah going at it with incredible gusto… She did not know why, but she wanted to take part.

Raising her hands feebly, she took hold of the Shuriman's snout and gave it a little kiss, after which she pushed gently. His shimmering, unsettling eyes locked with hers, for a moment, and he seemed to recognize that she wanted to do something, so he let herself go. The blue haired maven made a few steps forward and knelt down next to Sarah, looking at her.

Miss Fortune noticed the audience, but found it challenging to rip herself away from the dog dick. Its shape was absolutely incredible, allowing for a much more interesting dynamic when it came to performing fellatio. She could fit the tip easily, and then a large portion of the slab of meat also could go in between her lips. The fact that it was so thin at its point made it really easy to deepthroat it, and she had started doing just that. It was such an interesting sensation, that of having her throat filled up by a meaty cock, that she enjoyed it, maybe as much as the individual who was on the receiving end of the blowjob.

Her tongue was swirling around, licking at the lower half of the beastly phallus. The veins going over it, the way it throbbed and pulsed violently, the heat, the stench and the taste… It was all absolutely superb. However, Sona's curious gaze was very noticeable, and so Sarah decided that she could manage to pull herself away.

The Shuriman's cock popped out of her mouth with a loud, lewd sound, leaving strands of saliva between her lips and the thick member's tip. She took a few breaths and turned around, giving Sona a vibrant smile, although her makeup was a bit messed up now.

"Want to have a taste, do you?" Sarah asked, and, to her surprise, Sona nodded excitedly. Then, an idea came to the redhead. "Alright then!"

Miss Fortune moved to the side and, while holding Nasus' cock with one of her hands, the massive thing throbbing at incredibly frequent intervals, she urged Sona to scuttle closer. The blue haired woman did so, after which Sarah slapped the Shuriman's phallus onto the mute lady's breasts, producing an unbearably lewd sound.

"Ooh, now that's nice, isn't it?" she cooed, rubbing the massive cock against Sona's tits. Before the blue haired maven could get to truly enjoy the warmth and texture of the dog dick, Sarah made her reposition herself. The redhead sat in such a way that her face was situated behind Nasus' testicles, while Sona, after rolling up her dress slightly, so that she could perform the required maneuver, sat in her lap, facing the Shuriman's cock.

With that, the Bounty Hunter left her companion to her own devices. Sarah had an idea of how to really get some fun out of this, and she craned her neck a bit, which resulted in her face finding itself buried in the Shuriman's balls. The weight, the heat, the smell - everything was incredibly poignant, and it was outstandingly pleasant. Giving his testicles a kiss, she started licking at them, slobbering over the massive gonads. The taste was similar to that of his cock, only a lot more intense.

Sona, on the other hand, now had free reign over the Shuriman's penis. The idea she had been provided with, by Sarah, was a good one, and she went on to execute it. Arching her back, the maven took hold of her breasts, one in each hand, and pulled them apart. Conveniently for her, Nasus' cock wound up sliding right in between them.

It was definitely unlike anything she had ever experienced. The sheer size of it, the shape, the roughness of its skin and the bulging veins all over its surface made for an incredibly unique feeling. She pushed her breasts together, sandwiching the humongous cock with them, and started moving herself up and down. His member was so big that she could not envelop it totally with her massive boobs, and what was left of it ended up sticking out of her cleavage, leaking Sarah's saliva and a thick, sticky liquid out of the tip.

Sona, albeit lacking in experience, was eager, and so she craned her neck, giving the Shuriman's cock a little kiss. Then another one. And another. Then, she allowed her tongue to have a little taste. The thought that she had indirectly kissed Miss Fortune crossed her head, but that was so mundane in comparison to the fact that she was licking her spit off of a pre-cum leaking dog dick… She quite liked the taste, though, and so she kept giving his cock more and more timid flicks of her tongue.

Sarah was enjoying herself. Not only were her nostrils getting violently assaulted by the heavy musk of the Shuriman, whose balls she had buried her face in, but she was also getting thoroughly turned on. Fortunately for her, she only needed one arm to keep herself in position - in fact, she could probably manage it with just her back muscles, but she did not want to exert herself while doing such a pleasant thing - which allowed her to use her free hand to rub that inflamed by lust area between her legs.

She also fancied giving Sona's rear a grope or two, but the way the blue haired maven's whole body shuddered whenever she did so indicated that her companion was not ready for that kind of activity… Or that it would be too overwhelming for her. Sarah sucked on Nasus' balls, swirling her tongue over them, giving them kisses and, all in all, worshiping them to the best of her abilities. She could have probably used her hands, but the point was not to make him blow fast - they had to take their time.

A grunt, which sounded more like a growl, sounded from above the pair. Sarah found her face uncovered as the Shuriman's fat testicles clenched up. Could that have been the start of his orgasm?

"Sona, stop!" she urged, worrying that they might have blown their load too early. Fortunately for her, the blue haired maven did as instructed and slowed down her feverish movements. The Shuriman's testicles lowered themselves down once more, and Sarah gave a sigh of relief.

Sona, who was panting as a result of exerting herself so greatly - which was reasonable to assume, after all she was used to just floating around and playing her instrument - leaned back and glanced at Miss Fortune with an inquisitive look in her eyes. Sarah, realizing that their plan could end up compromised as a result of Nasus growing suspicious of them, due to the fact that the Bounty Hunter's words were quite weird, thought up a quick explanation.

"I don't want to miss this, come on! Get up!" she urged, and the two women crawled out from underneath the Shuriman, standing up. Sona dusted herself off, but Sarah gave her a wink, indicating that it was for naught. Turning to regard Nasus, the redhead licked her lips enticingly. "And you, big boy… How about you get on the ground, hmm?"

Nasus looked as though he was about to make an inquiry.

"We'll make you feel very good," Sarah informed, pushing her breasts up and giving them a little shake, as a means of convincing him to do as she had asked.

He did do just that. Whether it was because of the fact that most of his blood had wound up in his cock, which was throbbing way more violently than before, and there was a very real stream of constantly leaking pre-cum, originating at his tip and leaking down his monstrously huge member, or because he did not care, it did not matter. Laying down on his back, pushing himself up with his elbows, so as to regard them, he cocked his head to the side, as if to ask if that was satisfactory.

"You had a titfuck," started Sarah, getting down on her knees, motioning for Sona to follow her example, "but what about a double titfuck?"

The two of them positioned themselves so that their tits would be squishing into one another, and, between them, would be Nasus' rock hard cock. The process of adjusting themselves was a bit lengthy, but due to the fact that their tits were smushing against one another, metaphorically crushing the Shuriman's member betwixt, it was not underwhelming.

Feeling Sona's nipples, which were softer than hers, even though both of them were monstrously horny, slightly pushing against her own, was very pleasant for the Bounty Hunter. The blue haired maven's face was also quite indicative of how much sexual gratification she was getting off of this.

Surprisingly, it was Sona who started moving first. Up and down, sliding her tits over the Shuriman's cock, she took the lead. Sarah followed suit, mirroring her movements, and the two could feel that the massive member between them was really getting there. It looked painfully taut, with its urethra agape, pre-cum gushing out of it as if any moment now it would erupt. Miss Fortune brought her face close to the massive member and gave it a lick.

Sona, not to be outdone, or just because she figured it would make her feel more of a tingle down between her legs, did the same thing. The two took turns, each lapping at the pulsating cock in lewd and obscene displays of lust.

Their tongues met at the tip, and, instead of pulling back or sliding back down, Sarah pushed hers against her companion's. Sona, having followed the redhead's lead, brought her face even closer, and the two kissed the sharp point of the Shuriman's cock, while also somewhat kissing one another.

Nasus, who had been grunting audibly throughout the whole ordeal, gave out a loud groan and thrust his hip forwards, whilst pushing himself up with his arms. It was so unexpected that neither Sona nor Sarah could react in time, getting pushed to the sides by his movement.

"Kneel before me!" demanded the Shuriman, grasping his twitching cock with his hand and beginning the process of violently jerking himself off. The pair, having already been in the position requested, only had to shuffle slightly. Sarah, knowing exactly what he was thinking of, directed Sona, pulling her with one arm.

Shoulder to shoulder, the redhead opened her mouth and pushed her freckle covered breasts up, while the blue haired maven mirrored her movements, although she lacked the confidence exhibited by the Bounty Hunter. Nasus' balls were ruthlessly spasming, clenching and unclenching, as if he was purposefully trying to build up as great a load as possible.

There was a measure of disappointment left in Sarah's mouth, albeit only proverbially. She was quite pleased with the results so far, but the fact that she had not gotten to experience the swelling of his cock, the coursing of his cum through his urethra, and the churning of his massive nutsack, was an opportunity lost. And yet, as her eyes hungrily observed the way his perky tip was leaking viscous pre-cum, which grew richer in color by the millisecond, she found herself excited to get hosed down.

Then, the first rope sliced through the air, like a jet of water, splashing onto Sona's face. The blue haired lady recoiled in shock, but, to her credit, managed to keep herself from falling onto her back. A quiet gasp, eyes closing in fear of getting cum in them, the obscene amount of jizz that got splattered all over her visage, off of just one expulsion, was incredible. Not only that, but the smell that almost immediately started wafting off of the thick, creamy-white liquid made Miss Fortune's head swirl.

Sarah found herself moaning in delight as the tip of the Shuriman's cock was directed at her face, and a rope of cum, so thick it looked to be as wide as her thumb was, splurged out. It splashed onto her face, hot and sticky, gooey and heavy. Nasus gave out another loud groan, the movements of his hand slowing down, though the power of his grip seemed to grow more powerful.

One after the other, ropes of ludicrously potent semen were fired off by his humongous penis, with him alternating between the two, slathering their faces and their breasts in an impressively generous manner. The way his jizz trickled down Sona's massive tits was enchanting to behold, and the smell was so overwhelming that the pair were, undeniably, in heat.

Squeezing the last few drops of his cum onto their tits, the Shuriman let out one last gasp, which sounded far more booming than the rest of the words he had spoken had appeared.

No, that was not his voice, actually. Even though the Shuriman's cock was still leaking a steady trickle of cum, the attention of all three participants was directed towards the North East. There, in the distance, a mass of red shards was flying in all directions, indicative of the destruction of the red Nexus.

Before they were taken away, Sarah licked some of the Shuriman's cum off of her lips and gulped it down.

Tasty.