Sona (default appearance)
The Great City of Demacia was truly an outstanding sight to uphold. Gigantic sized monoliths and statues across the city built from pearl white stone bricks that reflected sunlight made her gasp in amazement. Sona Buvelle was her name as with excitement the young woman walked through the busy city.
There were many places to observe and she wasn't even sure if she would have time to look at them all. The Hall of Valor, where fallen demacian warriors were remembered for their sacrifice. The Temple of the Lightbringers and The Great Plaza of Demacia City, where its rulers got appointed following the enormous masses of cheers by the people attending the event.
Her trip would end in another location of huge importance - The Citadel of Dawn, Palace of Jarvan III. She was understandably nervous but excited upon receiving the invitation from the upcoming king - the heir of Jarvan III to come and perform her arts to the royalties and the local folk as well.
Sona's fame preceded her as she was known for her magically soothing etwahl playing skills. There were not many artists who were playing on this ancient instrument, but those who did didn't come even close to the skills Sona possessed. There was something magical in her performances that left the crowds craving more and the ability of her music to calm their bodies and relax their mind was on par with a drug that people couldn't stop wanting more.
Gathering her royal blue colored dress she started to climb the seemingly endless stairs leading to the palace. Her instrument alongside her belongings had already been delivered to her reserved chambers in the palace so she wouldn't have to be buried in bags while exploring the city.
With cheeks slightly flushed and breathing ragged she finally managed to get to the top. Noticing her state a guard immediately walked up to her - "I'm sorry miss, are you alright?" he asked and Sona simply nodded and pointed towards the gorgeous ornamented white doors.
"I'm sorry miss, but the palace is closed at the moment in the preparation of the event" the guard responded, causing Sona to roll her eyes. She rapidly started to show off her hands, making weird shapes and combinations in an attempt to explain the situation.
Meanwhile, the guard stared at her hands not understanding what was going on. Luckily for both of them the massive doors got unlocked and started to slide open.
"You buffoon… let this woman in right now!" a heavily armored man marched out of the castle causing the guard to immediately fix his stance.
Armored man immediately went up to the Sona and took her hand to kiss it. "Miss Buvelle… I sincerely apologise for this misunderstanding" giving an irritated stare to his fellow soldier. As he gently led the woman in. "Do you have any idea who she is? She is Sona Buvelle, the artist who Prince Jarvan IV invited personally to perform tonight, I thought you were briefed on today's proceedings?!" Xin Zhao lectured the man who was clearly being in heavy distress right now.
"I'm sorry, sir. It won't happen again!" he shouted back to which his superior nodded. "Good. I know it won't" nodding with respect he quickly followed Sona who was beginning to admire the view of the palace's main corridor.
"I apologise, I didn't have enough time to introduce myself properly..." he spoke and bowed respectively, switching Sona's attention to him. "My name is Xin Zhao, I am the Captain of Prince's royal guard unit." Relief and understanding flourished on the young maidens face as she immediately started to move her hands, but the Captain gently touched them, causing her to stop.
"It's alright miss, I've been informed that you are mute, but unfortunately I don't know the sign language so for now just follow me so I can lead you to your chambers. All your belongings have been transported there already and right away I will send you a person who will be able to communicate with you, will that be ok with you?" Sona immediately nodded and a smile appeared on her face.
"Good." smiled Xin Zhao and both proceeded along the corridor.
Marketplace
Mumbles and whispers echoed behind the creature as it moved through the busy and loud market.
Fast paced steps leaving small boot prints in the sand as the short assassin marched forward.
"Freaking humans..." he mumbled as more staring followed his small form. Demacians had heard about different races in Runeterra, but seeing yordle up close was truly weird. They were extremely rare on their own and to have one march through one of the busiest cities in the whole Runeterra was beyond unorthodox.
Not paying attention to the impolite humans and their chatter, Teemo turned towards a small alleyway and disappeared into the darkness. Putting down his compact backpack he fished out a small picture. A beautiful young woman with an instrument and a warm smile on her face. "The Maven of Strings, we shall meet soon." a grin spread on his furry face as the picture was stuffed back into the bag and the silent assassin disappeared.
Castle (royal guest chambers)
Her wavy blue hair was completely gorgeous. With a slow and steady hand Sona brushed them while smiling in satisfaction. She had taken a quick bath and now were sitting wrapped in a towel in front of a mirror while attending her hair and admiring her beauty.
Sona wasn't a narcissist, but it wasn't often she had access to properly see herself in the mirror. Constant travelling and performing was tiring for her but it was the life she had chosen. Being able to perform and make common people happy with her musical performances was simply priceless.
Taking a quick glance at the doorway she stood up and checked the door handle to make sure the doors were properly locked. After confirming it being the case she returned to the tall mirror in the corner and slowly unwrapped the towel.
Innocent shyness creeped into her head as the towel had dropped on the floor and Sona was now standing completely bare for the world to see. Despite her age of just 20 years she was gifted with an insanely large bust. Shyly cupping her tits, her hands were barely able to hold them. They had to be a solid F cup at least as she gently squeezed them to examine in front of the mirror.
What made the whole situation even more ridiculous was that she wasn't that tall, being only at 168cm(5'6) and at 70kg she was a bit more curvy than an ordinary farm girl would have been, however no one could deny that huge chunk of that weight came indeed from her boobs.
Taking a glance lower she saw her gorgeous looking bush, matching her hair color, but being in a hint of lighter tone she was completely natural down in her nether region. While growing up Sona wasn't particularly interested in guys as most of her time was spent playing various instruments, eventually ending up with etwahl and mastering it.
However there was no trouble in her mind to recognize her assets and understand that her body would be deemed attractive to most men if not all of them.
Sudden knock on the door interrupted her thoughts as she rushed to cover herself with the towel. "Miss Sona, the show is about to start in 30 minutes, just wanted to make sure you are not late."
Letting out a groan she sat on the bed and fell on the back while stretching her body, it was time to perform.
Castle (The Throne Room)
Round of applause followed her elegant movement as the young, blue haired maiden approached her instrument that was already put in the center of the make-shift stage facing the royalties and the highest of the society.
Her royal, long blue dress flowed on her magnificent form as she came to the stop and gracefully sat down in preparation to play. Making a quick glance forward her eyes were met with an excited Prince and his mistress, next to them famous characters like Garen and Luxanna the Crownguards were also attending. Behind them the already familiar face of Xin Zhao, guarding the royalties to make sure that there would be no surprises.
Underneath at least 100 men and women dressed in seemingly fancy evening gowns and suits, indicating their wealth and or importance to the Demacia and the royal family. But it wasn't arrogance or pride that was shimmering on their faces - a genuine anticipation and excitement to see the famous artist perform in front of their eyes. Sona had no issue with it, this kind of crowd deserved to fully enjoy her breathtaking etwahl playing skills.
And so it started…
Fingers lightly floated over the strings, creating an aura of elegance around the artist and her instrument. A light touch and indescribable melody ringed through the audience's ears, followed by audible gasps and cheers as her hands moved around the instrument, creating unique and amazing sequences of sounds that left even the royal family stunned.
Luxanna was visibly blushing with hand in front of her mouth as her sorceress's mind attempted to comprehend how this melody flowed through her body. Men in the royal family held themselves more professionally, doing their best to not show too much excitement as it would be deemed unorthodox, however their hearts were pumping with increased intensity as they were also taken by the magical sounds and melody produced by this Maven of Strings.
The performance went on for about 30 minutes, half way through the crowd was already hypnotized and collectively danced in the rhythm as absolute euphoria was flowing through their systems.
By the time the performance ended the crowd had completely melted. It started with the prince himself who stood up from his throne and started to applaud loudly, closely followed by the rest of royalties and the crowd. Sona was blushing and stood up just to respectively bow to the prince and the audience.
Loud clapping was replaced by cheers of happiness and approval as everyone was feeling ecstatic. Their minds still didn't have time to properly recover from such a masterpiece, but their bodies felt pleased beyond belief.
Giving a heartfelt goodbye Sona left the stage. She was immediately met with her personal interpreter whose face was glowing in happiness.
"Sona… you are simply outstanding… there is truly something magical about you!" she spoke, barely holding her excitement. The comment made Sona blush even more - "You flatter me, I'm just trying to deliver the best performance I can." Sona responded in sign language.
Interpreter chuckled - "No girl, you are truly special. But I won't keep you any longer. You are probably tired and want some privacy, or perhaps a bath?" Sona quickly nodded to her and both proceeded down the corridor.
"I already had a bath ordered for you and fresh clothes." Interpreter said as they had arrived at her temporary royal guest apartments. Sona nodded and already opened the door.
"Just knock on the door if you need anything my dear. Guards will be stationed next to you for your security and in case you want something to be done. I will come right away!" she spoke with passion to which Sona simply nodded and gave her a warm smile.
"Alright. Take your time, tomorrow the royal family will expect you to join them for breakfast. I hope you are not planning to disappear over the night?" interpreter said jokingly to which Sona giggled and shook her head.
"Not planning to. I will gladly accept this invitation." She responded with her hands and with a quick nod the interpreter moved away.
Locking the doors behind her Sona exhaled. Her performance was only 30 minutes long, but the anticipation and nervosity took its toll and now her royal blue dress was uncomfortably clinging on her moist body.
'I guess bath it is...' she thought to herself as she went to the mirror to untie her 2 long braids that she had fixed for the performance, letting her full hair rest on her body freely. She looked absolutely gorgeous.
Suddenly an audible crack startled Sona as she quickly turned towards the window. It had sprung open and wind was starting to annoyingly invade her cozy apartment. Opening it completely she leaned forward.
Strong gusts hitting in her face as she observed the view. She was high upon the mountain making the city underneath look insignificant. Not being able to sustain the chilling weather anymore, cold shivers ran through her body as she leaned back and firmly locked the window closed.
As she turned around her face paled. Something, rather someone was in the room with her, looking straight at her. It looked terrifying, clad in some sort of bodysuit and its head was covered with something that could resemble a mask of some sort.
Sona tried to scream, but due to her curse not even a slightest pitch came out of her mouth. The weird, short creature suddenly started to clap.
"Very impressive. Very impressive indeed..." it said in a distorted voice as it didn't move not even an inch. "This won't be necessary." it spoke and after a few clicks the mask came off revealing a furry smug face.
Sona's facial expression changed from fear to confusion as she stared down at the much shorter humanoid.
"How impolite from me." he spoke and bowed to her. "My name is Teemo, at your service..." he mocked the last part.
Sona had no idea what to do. What was this thing and how did it even get into this room was the only thing in her mind.
"I have to say that your skills are truly amazing. Got me all tickling" he smirked and slowly moved forward.
Sona didn't know what he meant, but his intentions couldn't be good, after all he basically invaded her privacy and now was making suspicious advances towards her. Not hesitating anymore she quickly rushed towards the doors.
Teemo exhaled as if predicting her movement - "I wouldn't do that..." he muttered just before the young woman groaned on the floor as the invisible wire tripped her.
Sona started to cough as the sudden impact on her ribcage resonated through her upper body.
Her vision was quickly obstructed by the little invader. "Listen to me..." he whispered and leaned closer to her face. "I know plenty of things about you, including the fact that you are mute, which is unfortunate, however I have to admit that is very beneficial for my intentions" he smirked and lightly tapped her on the shoulder.
Dread filled her eyes as she groaned in pain, got to her knees and started crawling towards the door. Her dress somewhat mitigated the roughness of the floor as she came closer to her target.
"It's pointless..." Teemo groaned as the young woman started to mess with the lock just to realize that it wasn't opening. "No one is gonna hear you..." Teemo annoyingly phrased as he was filling up his syringe. Meanwhile Sona started pounding on the door with all her might in attempts to have anyone hear her calls for help. "And the guards by this time should be seeing their 2nd dream already..." Teemo continued as he sprayed a bit of liquid out to make sure that there was no air left in the syringe.
Sona's violent assault on the locked door was interrupted by a sudden bite like pain in her lower thigh, quickly followed by a lukewarm liquid entering her body. She quickly took a glance behind her to see the little invader emptying his syringe in her leg.
Sona was beyond terrified, survival instinct took over and she quickly turned around in an attempt to fight the yordle. Meanwhile Teemo stepped back slowly as if preparing to duel with an angry bull.
Starting to feel the effect, as her body became less responsive, she launched herself at the Teemo.
He was too fast and sidestepped her advance, causing the young woman to stumble and fall chest first on the bed. Sona groaned as her knees absorbed most of the impact, colliding with the cold and firm castle's floor.
She tried to lift herself up, just to find out that she couldn't. Her arms were resting on the bed, however she had no control over them.
Meanwhile her knees were still outside the bed on the floor as she had bent herself over in her lame attempt of tackling the yordle.
Teemo observed the view and chuckled maniacally. "Gosh… girl. You do like to make it easy for me don't you?" he laughed while enjoying the sight.
Sona's upper body and her center of mass was firmly laying in the bed as her lower body was outside, still braced on her hurting knees. She had managed to put herself in a very compromising position.
"I guess it's time to unwrap the gift, shall we?" she heard him speak behind her back, only making the young woman more terrified.
She felt her dress being lifted up, exposing her thick thighs to her assailant. "Oh my..." Sona felt utterly humiliated as her garment was pushed even higher. Teemo felt himself stiffening, as her huge, round butt was revealed to him.
This woman had the biggest hips he had ever seen. Teemo licked his lips as her casual looking white underwear was the only remaining obstacle in his way.
She couldn't scream for help or make any sound whatsoever while being in a deep distress.
Sona twitched in shock upon feeling his face against her tight panties.
He was hardening rapidly, the soft feeling of her mound and the scent was driving him insane. Every woman was unique, but something was different with this one. Her scent was simply outstanding, the little pervert couldn't stop inhaling it while pushing and probing his face against her warm, pantyclad pussy.
Sona was crying, it was the only action she was able to do, nothing else she had control over. She was still a virgin and something dreadful creeping into her consciousness said that it's about to change.
Meanwhile Teemo's erection had gone from bad to worse, causing him to discard his suit completely to relieve the pressure. Immediately afterwards he started to lick her exposed thighs, causing Sona to weep, he was acting like an animal in heat who only saw her as an sex object, something to climb on, nothing more.
Not being able to hold himself at bay anymore he roughly tore her panties away, causing Sona to groan in sudden pain.
A loud whistle resonated in the room as Teemo's eyes laid upon her plump pussy. "Damn… girl..." he lustly whispered as his hand found its way to her bush and started to touch it. "You let yourself go big time..." he huskily said as his levels of adrenaline were peaking.
After having his fun with her pubic hair he leaned to her bare mound and inhaled deeply, she smelled absolutely divine and was ripe for taking. Sona flinched as his tongue roughly parted her labia, sending sandpaper like feelings through her body.
Her assailant didn't seem to mind as the moans and groans of his approval kept echoing in the room as his tongue started to dive deeper into her pussy.
Sona's heart was pounding fast and hard as she was being stripped from her honor and the perverse nature of what was happening to her.
For at least 5 minutes Teemo feasted on her pussy, making sure that his tongue got everywhere and properly savoured her unique taste. It was time for the main event.
Luckily for her compromising position he was able to properly align himself with her opening. Sona had stopped weeping, instead her stare was empty, mindlessly looking at the bed frame as something warm and solid was pressing against her wet lower lips.
"Aaah… shiiiit..." Teemo grunted as his painful erection started to disappear in her curvy backside. Sona's heart skipped a beat as her body was being invaded. Even though she was completely drenched in his saliva, it quickly started to become very unpleasant and even painful.
"What the..." Teemo looked down in confusion as his relatively small prick was only half way in, yet he couldn't go any deeper. Not understanding what it was all about he grabbed her hips and with all his might pushed forward.
High pitched noise came out of Sona's mouth as a new stream of tears like waterfall escaped her already sore eyes. Her whole body started convulsing as Teemo's prick overcame the obstacle and fully entered in her depths.
Teemo was in the state of a mix of shock and confusion as his fully erected dick kept pulsating deep into the maven's vagina. Something warm started to touch the tip of his cock so he quickly pulled out.
"Blood..." he whispered, while observing his still erected dick. His eyes went to her lower lips, that were slightly parted now and few more droplets of the same color landed on her dress next to her feet.
"Holy shit… you were a virgin..." he muttered and shock quickly turned into excitement. Sona was breathing heavily. Her pussy was hurting badly, the sudden loss of her virginity didn't even register to her yet as it was burning with soreness.
"Now that will be a story to tell! First time with a yordle, Oh my oh my..." he muttered and aligned himself with her opening once more.
"Ready or not, here I go!" just before Sona could understand what he meant another sharp stab landed between her legs. This time Teemo wasn't holding back. Like an uncaged animal he started pounding the poor girl, using her deflowered hole as his personal fucktoy.
Sona was experiencing an insane amount of pain, her vocal cords would be beyond busy screaming and groaning right now as her already sore vagina was being assaulted so brutally if not for the fact that she was mute.
Instead high pitched sounds came out of her as the bed was starting to rock by the sheer intensity of his thrusts. At first Teemo groaned in slight discomfort as her passage was quite dry to start with, however his saliva and now the remaining of the blood in her tunnel provided the very needed lubrication for him to maintain his demonic assault.
Sona closed her eyes as his hands gripped her hips harder just to use as leverage to pound into her more and more. Thankfully to her he wasn't as big as humans, otherwise her vagina could have been literally torn apart, however even this size made sure that her whole experience was filled with constant pain and soreness.
Meanwhile Teemo's mind was clouded by the perversity of the whole thing. He had never had a virgin before, the thought itself made him almost lose control. The realization slowly seeped in - he was fucking a beatiful human female who was a virgin!
"Oh fuck!" Teemo's thoughts made him lose control as his dick had fully swollen in preparation of release.
Sona choked on her tears as something warm spurted inside her sore pussy. Teemo behind her was moaning in pleasure as his dick kept twitching inside her raw depths, releasing more of his yordle cum with each pulse.
His head landed on her ass cheeks, dick slipping out of her already dripping hole, as his heart was racing like crazy. He couldn't believe that he had messed up like this. This woman made him lose control, he couldn't live with that knowledge.
Irritation took over as he quickly went to his backpack and fished out a potion. Meanwhile Sona's mind was in absolute breakdown. She couldn't yet understand what had been done to her, so she eavesdropped on what the yordle was doing instead.
A sound of drinking, followed by a loud crash on the floor as the glass vial got destroyed. Feeling his hand on her cheek once more Sona tensed.
She wasn't ready for more pain like this, but what followed she didn't expect. "I'm not that bad you know…"Teemo murmured while stroking his dick which had already grown as hard as before, liquid clearly helped in gaining his erection back.
Feeling it pressed against her cum soaked pussy once more making Sona weep in anticipation of what was about to happen. "You beat me in my own game so I have to punish you. I just have to..." he spoke and started to apply lubricant to his cock.
Sona's eyes sprang open as she felt his lubed finger on her asshole. "Need to make this more pleasant for both of us" he murmured as Sona tried her best to dodge his fingers, but to no effect as the drug in her system was still preventing her from any movement whatsoever.
"Here... we... go..." Teemo exhaled followed by another high pitched cry for help as his fully erect prick fully breached her tight ass. "Oh fuck..." he moaned as her rectum happened to be even tighter than her deflowered pussy.
Sona was losing her mind, this pain was different but nonetheless a mix of sore and stretching gave her the already familiar mixture of complete torture.
"You like this?!" Teemo moaned feeling his hard dick being roughly squeezed by her muscles in attempts to push the invader out. There was no gentleness in his actions as he gripped her hips harder, even kneading into her flesh just to hold himself in place to increase the power of his thrusts as his dick kept plowing into her tight cavity.
This torture went on for 10 whole minutes. She had stopped crying and instead mindlessly stared at the bed frame with foam coming out of her mouth. Her pussy had overcome the soreness feeling, but now her ass was the one being on constant fire. She was being used like some tavern wench, a whore whose job it was to get fucked daily by various customers.
But Sona wasn't like that. Just an hour ago she was still a virgin, a pure girl who would have given her virginity to someone who she would have seen as a potential candidate for husband. Instead this perverted and sick yordle had stolen it from her.
Her lips were red from biting as it was her way of showing the protest of being handled so savagely. Suddenly the pressure ended as the invader had left her sore ass.
Twitching in pain once more as her vagina got penetrated again. "I prefer the texture of this one though..." moaned Teemo as his painfully hard dick claimed her already dried hole.
After 5 more minutes of torture that in Sona's mind lasted for eternity, Teemo sped up his movement. Head banging against the bed as her hips were constantly rammed by his rough thrusts the finale had finally arrived.
Letting out a loud moan Teemo fully pushed himself deep into her raw pussy. Another load of his yordle cum painted her sore walls white. Poor woman was groaning in pain as her rapist used her backside as a makeshift bed to lay on. She could feel his heart thumping as the adrenaline was rapidly leaving his system.
Meanwhile she felt completely spent, her holes were in huge pain of being scraped and stretched without any foreplay or preparation. After finishing gathering his energy Teemo slowly pulled out of her.
Another leak of his cum dripping down her gaping red hole as the yordle sat down on the floor to observe the view. Her ass looked red and destroyed, what could have also been said about her gaping used up pussy.
A cocktail of his saliva, her blood and his cum was smeared all over her spread vaginal lips. Dress underneath was drenched in bodily fluids as some of the liquids were already pouring out of her as she was forcibly taken.
Admiring his handiwork, Teemo stood up and used her dress to clean his stained dick.
"You know..." he spoke while fixing up his bodysuit. Giving at least some respect to her abused body he pushed her dress back down, concealing his crime.
"You got to be one of the best lays I ever had, not to mention you get bonus points for being a virgin" he smirked and put on his gas mask.
Sona was shaking, the drug was starting to wear off as her body started to come to terms with the huge emotional and physical damage that was inflicted upon her.
Noticing her miserable state, Teemo walked up close and friendly tapped her backside. "Don't be so sad. You were not the only one going through this, so don't blame your fate for what happened. Shit just happens sometimes you know?" he chuckled and picked up his backpack.
"Adios! My lady." Teemo laughed and disappeared through the window.
In about 5 minutes she realized that her control over the limbs came back to her. Slowly standing up she almost fell back into the bed. Her knees hurt badly and she couldn't move much.
Immediate soreness between her legs came as the reminder of the events taking place. She couldn't say anything for obvious reasons, however even in her thoughts she was completely silent.
Taking off her dirty, cum-stained dress she unceremoniously dropped it on the floor and climbed into the bath. The water had gone cold but she didn't seem to notice or care.
Only one thing was in her mind - to get away from here as soon as possible.
Castle (the next morning)
*knocking*
"Lady Sona?"- the same woman who served as her interpreter asked in a nervous tone. It was 5 minutes before the scheduled breakfast, but she hadn't yet been seen.
Trying the handle she was shocked that the doors were unlocked. Slowly pushing them open she carefully peeked in just to see that the room was completely empty. Panic settled in as she ran to the Captain - Xin Zhao.
"What happened to Miss Buvelle?! She is not in her room!" Xin Zhao responded with regret - "Yeah, she stormed past me during midnight. I asked her to wait to explain what was going on but she simply pushed me away and ran out of the castle… It's safe to assume that she is not going to return any time soon... "
Woman was left in confusion on what had happened, but now her problems only began. How is she going to explain this to the Prince?
Not too far away from the Castle
Grin spread across the furry chin as the binoculars zoomed closer to the girl. "I suppose it's not my time yet to depart this location… Isn't that right, Luxanna Crownguard?" Chuckling maniacally as his potential next victim was already on the menu.
