She spun on the air like a swirling feather. The flash of the blade lit the corner of every pair of eyes on the battlefield. A head struck the floor. No one saw its face.

Blood spilled from the headless neck and wettened the sole of her boot. Katarina only took knowledge of that when her foot slipped as she landed on the grass. Taking advantage of the fact she had briefly fallen, a grinning man raised his sword. When the blade fell, however, it only slit dirt, leaving a rift on the ground. The man frowned as a blue light flashed behind his neck, a millisecond after the woman disappeared. The light was the last thing he saw.

Katarina then heard a roar. A human roar. Turning around, she could see a thick, pearlescent blade spinning like a windmill as countless noxian men flew away with severed limbs. Garen sliced through their bodies like butter, and the assassin imagined that each of his blows could demolish a tower.

When the path was clear and nothing but air separated Katarina from Garen, they stared at each other. For really long. Men fell and rose around the two of them, but all they did was look into each other's eyes. Garen panted, his sword hanging from his huge hand, drips of sweat and stains of mud decorating his face.

Then, with a grunt, he gave two steps forward and brandished his blade hesitantly against the assassin. Katarina dodged so easily that it seemed like it was his intention to let her do so. After evading the strike, she remained where she was, still looking at him, impassive, waiting for the soldier to attack her again. A tease. Katarina smiled at Garen, inciting him to attack.

But he didn't attack.

He just stared at her for as long as it was necessary for her to shake her head and simply walk away.

On foot.

Garen punched the wall and it nearly shattered.

Shirtless — in fact, wearing nothing but an underwear —, he faced himself in the mirror. The battle had ended, he had lived and there he was, alone in his dark room, his hair still wet from the recent shower.

Garen spat at his own reflection. Worthless. They called him the best soldier Demacia had, but yet he couldn't kill a defenseless assassin. Why? Because she had slept with him? Because she had kissed his lips? Because she had sucked his dick?

Seething in anger, he walked towards the bed and lay on his back. The open window was right next to the bed, a bit high on the wall, letting in a refreshing breeze. Garen closed his eyes and tried to fall sleep. It was all he could do.

However, out of the blue, he heard a sound that was somewhat metallic and dry, preceded by a brief flash of cerulean light. Alarmed, he reached for his sword, which rested on the end table, but stopped midway — crouching on the window sill, right next to his bed, hands and feet firm on the thin wood, Katarina smiled, letting the wind make her blood red hair flutter. The green on her feline irises was nearly coruscant, scintillating in the midst of the half-light, seemingly reflecting the illumination of the moon.

Garen sighed and lay back on the bed, closing his eyes. "You shouldn't be here."

"Why not?" Her smile got wider. She sat on the window sill, looking at the hot, muscular soldier right below her, and began to loosen the buckles on her boots. "You're always so boring when I decide to show up."

"You didn't kill me on the battlefield earlier today," he said, completely ignoring her question.

Kat threw her boots on the floor. "Whose fat cock would I ride if you died?"

He chuckled. "Literally every man wants you, Kat. Finding another one wouldn't be that hard."

"Why would I want another man if I can already ride the fattest cock in Demacia?"

As she said that, Garen felt a touch on his crotch. He opened his eyes to Katarina's bare foot gently stepping on his still soft, but now quickly hardening, dick, through the thin fabric of his large, loose underwear. Her feet were paler than the rest of her tanned skin, contrasting with the black leather pants' hem — and, for some reason, Garen felt attracted to them. So small and delicate, with perfect curves and red toenails and no bruises or calluses.

"You're stepping on my dick," he said, nonchalantly. "And why does it feel good?"

Katarina raised her other — left — foot and brought it close to his face, leaving him with the sight of her smooth sole. "Wanna put your mouth on it?"

"You want me to kiss it?" Garen held her foot. It was so small compared to his big hand. He caressed her silk soft sole with his thumb, massaging it. "Why?"

"I honestly don't know." Katarina grabbed the edge of his underwear with her toes and pulled it off. Garen helped her remove it, tossing it somewhere. The assassin ran her toes across the huge length of his already erect white shaft, emerging from a tuft of black pubes. "Your buddy here seems to enjoy my feet, so I figured his owner would also like them."

He gave a low moan when she scrunched her toes on his wettened glans. Then, not even knowing why, he pulled her foot close and glued his lips to her sole. Again and again.

"Ah," Katarina moaned. "That feels nice..."

His hot breath caressed her skin, flowing in-between her toes. Then his breath was not alone at this — his tongue came out, trailing its wet way across her sole, underneath her toes and around the outline of her rosy heel. Her foot smelled like leather, but that, for some reason, only made Garen more aroused. He didn't know when her toes got into his mouth, but there he was, sucking on them like a baby as his eyelids tightened and scrunched in pleasure.

Garen then pushed her foot away from his mouth and towards his dick. "Use both," he panted, holding both of her feet and moving them up and down. "Please."

"I guess I was right by thinking your owner would like my feet," Katarina said, starting to move independently of him, fitting his cock between the arch of her feet, and Garen took a while to realize she was talking to his penis. "You're so hard and wet. This kinda feels like a foot massage, you know?"

"Fuck," the soldier said, clenching his teeth and pushing his hips upwards. Katarina's bare feet gripped his cock with mastery and skill, and his flesh sank in hers, which was creamy and soft. "Why… does this feel so good?"

"I'm good at everything I do, silly boy." She moved one foot down to jiggle his balls with her toes. The other one remained stimulating his pink head. "And, apparently, that includes giving men a stunning amount of pleasure using nothing but my feet."

She started stroking him with both feet again. His cock was so thick she could barely wrap it completely with them. Katarina bit her lip, going up and down, up and down, hypnotized at her own movements. At how Garen's dick twitched every time her soles hugged his glans, as well as when they went down to his base, as if begging for the stimulation to return to its most sensitive spot. At how it felt funny when his pubes brushed against her soles.

Garen threw his head back, gasping. "Kat, I think I'll…"

"Are you going to cum from my feet and nothing else?" She sped up her pace, making him moan repeatedly, faster every second. "Were you really that necessitated of sex?"

His answer was a load. A thick, outrageous load of semen shooting out of his urethra. Katarina frowned and smirked, not ceasing the stimulation, as more and more sperm poured down on Garen's own abdomen, pubes and also on her ever-working feet. She was so absorbed by the sight of him cumming that she barely heard his moans and groans.

Katarina only stopped when Garen asked her to. He held her ankle, covering his blushed face with his hand, still panting. His abs were bordered with semen and that made her pussy tingle.

"So, you apparently have a foot fetish, Garen," she purred. Curious, she grabbed her own feet and quickly licked Garen's cum out of them, getting even wetter down there. Then she jumped from the window on the bed, landing on her knees next to him. "But I think that even men with no foot fetish at all would go crazy at my feet, don't you think?"

He opened his eyes to see her face mere inches away from his. In a matter of a second, she kissed him. A sensual, wet kiss, leaving his lips red from her lipstick. Then she slid to the side of his face and licked his neck. His entire body shivered at the touch of her tongue; at the touch of the leather and the metal of her clothes against his bare skin. After leaving at least three suck marks, Katarina licked her way down to his chest and teasingly bit his nipples. His thorax vibrated as he moaned in a note so low it was nearly audible.

When her tongue reached his abs, trailing its way between them and collecting the semen which gradually dried, Garen frowned in near disbelief. Katarina was, with no doubts, the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on. And there she was, on top of him, licking his cum out of his body, her hair soft against his skin. The penny seemed to drop only by that moment.

Her mouth slid down to his final pair of abs, so, so close to his groin. A feeling near despair hit Garen, and for a moment he almost grabbed her head and stuck his cock deep inside her throat, wanting to feel nothing but the tight, moist flesh sucking him off. His hand even moved towards the back of her neck, but he restrained and limited himself at the last moment, solely caressing her nape. Katarina looked at him with one eye, still using her tongue to play with his nerves, and winked.

"Please," Garen whiffed, massaging her neck with his fingertips. "Please, suck me."

Katarina grinned wickedly and turned her gaze towards his dick, now throbbing only four inches away from her face. With her cheek resting near his bellybutton, she bit her lip and ran her fingertips through his cock. From that point of view, it looked like a marble obelisk. A twitching, wet marble obelisk.

Giving Garen's hairy groin one final kiss, Katarina bent his cock down towards her mouth and brought it in.

His neck cracked as his entire spine stretched to push his hips up. His teeth clenched, his fingers dug deep into the mattress and his abs contracted. Finally, finally. That feeling — it was all he'd been wanting for a long time. It was what kept him awake at night. What tore his mind off the battles and training.

A woman's soft, damp mouth closed around his cock, with a frenzied tongue circling its way around his craving glans. Sucking, and sucking, and sucking.

"Fuck." Garen was enthralled by the sight. He couldn't see his dick going in and out Katarina's mouth — in fact, he couldn't see anything but the red back of her hairy head going up and down —, but he could feel it. Feel the moisture of the saliva and the friction of the lips. The massage exerted by the tongue and cheeks. The suction making his flesh stretch and retract. Everything — and it was so perfect. "Dee… Deeper…"

His hand pushed her head down. He felt his tip sink briefly into her throat before she started coughing and spat his cock out. Laughing, she looked back at him. "You're too thick, big boy. I can't take it deeper than that."

"Yeah… Sorry."

She switched positions and now was on all fours between his legs, grasping the base of his cock. "I thought you'd like to see it," she said before eating him again.

Garen moaned with the pleasure's return. The hypnosis he was dipped in before was nothing compared to now — the sight of her perfect scarred face, her emerald green eyes, her red fringe insisting on getting in the way and, finally, her divine, outlined mouth, with a slightly blurred lipstick, struggling to get more than his flare head in. It was adorable and hot all at the same time.

Katarina once again stopped sucking and raised to her knees. She took off her gloves and directed her hands towards her back. Before Garen could even process what she was going, her top fell down.

He barely saw her throw it away — her naked breasts were all his eyes wanted to see. Pointy and firm and full and big. His eyes followed her coming back down, lying on the bed between his legs, and then they rolled up when she wrapped her breasts around his cock.

"If my mouth can't get your entire length, I thought my boobs could help." And, using her hands to squeeze and move her tits throughout his shaft, she started sucking his head again.

Garen nearly screamed. Now, besides the maddening sensation of her mouth, the unbelievable softness of her fleshy breasts had joined the fun. They molded to his shape and the pink nipples converged towards each other, the tips scuffing on one another.

When he saw her close her eyes, adorably immersed in the activity she was doing, Garen let go.

Katarina's eyes gouged out as she felt her mouth fill up, but nonetheless she continued sucking. Garen groaned incessantly, feeling what was possibly the best sensation he had felt in months. His big load — even though he had already came once — clogged her mouth and overflowed from her lips, sliding in ropes towards the base of his shaft and running down the curves of her breasts. The assassin closed her eyes again and swallowed what was already in her mouth before licking off the rest of cum dripping from his tip, finishing off with a kiss.

"You really needed this, huh?" she said, her cheek still touching his cock, which didn't seem to show signs of softening anytime soon.

"You… have no idea." Garen swallowed dry, failing to avoid her emerald gaze. "I… I haven't had sex in months, Kat."

"Why, though?" Her soft hand — perhaps her hands remained soft because her gloves prevented the surging of calluses — still gently caressed his member, as if to maintain it hard. "You're just as desired by the girls here as I am by the men. In fact, I'm equally desired both by men and girls. Meh. Happens."

Garen stared deeper into her eyes. "I…" he finally looked away, with his cheeks slowly blushing. "I think I just don't feel attracted to anyone… other than you."

Katarina smiled as heartily as she could, and by any means it was a fake smile. "I guess I can say the same for this big fat thong, Garen."

"Are you attracted to me or my dick?"

"I guess I can say both," she answered, studying his cock up-close. "I like you, overall, and your dick is part of you. Well, I was thinking about leaving by now." The way Garen widened his eyes at the thought of being separated from her again was, above all, cute. "But, you know, you already came twice and I'm still here, left untouched."

"You mean…"

"I'm fucking soaked down there, big boy. I can't leave without having you inside me."

Before he could answer, Katarina was already unbuttoning her leather trousers. Garen swallowed dry at least five times while she quickly undressed, his heart rate going up and up and up. When her bare feet — which would never get out of his head — finally left the tight hems and the assassin tossed her pants on the ground, Katarina turned around at him, kneeling on the bed.

Her body. Her fucking body.

Garen didn't know how long he spent staring. There she was, raising on her knees above his lying being. Her red hair fell smooth behind her back, covered by her shoulders. Her deep, sensual clavicles preceded her breasts — which had already pleased him, but only now he seemed to comprehend how fucking perfect they were: firm and full, fleshy and round, with pink, hard nipples pointing up. The salience of her ribs was slightly visible under her skin, lit on one side by the intense, blue moonlight and darkened by shadows on the other. Her waist was thin and curvy and perfect, framing her smooth, flawless, tattooed belly, accentuated by her abs. Her hips contrasted with her waist — they were large and wide and ended on her muscular thighs which slowly moved in order for the assassin to climb on top of Garen. And, finally, her pink, shaved pussy, so wet it was dripping, slid on the soldier's skin, leaving its drenched trail behind.

Katarina bit her lip as she grabbed Garen's cock and stroked it, seeming to be psychologically preparing herself for the penetration. After all, a dick that colossal could hardly fit in the regular sized vagina she had. It was her turn to swallow, but it wasn't dry: she swallowed the saliva which filled her mouth in anticipation.

"Oh, boy." Katarina raised on one leg and carefully placed Garen's glans on the entrance to the sacred grotto. "Here we go."

Careful and slowly, she started to come down. "Ah," she moaned when his tip went in, itself being thicker than any cock she ever rode. "Holy shit." Two more inches went in, spreading her tight, wet internal walls. Garen was already moaning, but the sensation was so intense it deafened the assassin. Slower every second, she got further down, and he got further in. Her eyes shot towards the ceiling and her mouth was no longer capable of remaining shut — it was gaping and her tongue was out, dripping saliva on Garen's belly.

By the time the entirety of Garen's cock was inside her, they were both screaming unintelligible noises.

"FUCK!" was the first understandable word spoke after the penetration. It was said by Garen as the assassin began to ride him, hypnotically spinning her hips as she hopped. Up and down, in and out. Her insides were so tight it seemed to him as if his dick was going to break at any given moment; as if his flesh would just become some dirty remains of bloody pasta. In order to try and be a little descriptive, the pleasure was as intense as his first two orgasms combined and multiplied by the entire population of Demacia.

Katarina still hopped and dropped, having the soldier's shaft be repeatedly inserted in her. While Garen could still speak and used this capacity to shout out his bliss, the assassin couldn't. All that came out her ever-smiling mouth were screams, gasps and saliva. In a sudden glimpse of conscience, while looking down to his own dick going in and out of her, he saw that, with her fingertips, she frenetically rubbed her own clit. That made him even more aroused.

Suddenly, Katarina fell upon his torso. Garen felt her breasts splat on his chest, and raised his head to see her face an inch away from his. With her tongue still hanging out of her mouth like a piece of dormant flesh upon which she no longer had control, she grabbed his head and kissed him. He let his own tongue go out and whirl around hers. For a moment, they were just tongue-fighting each other and maybe, somewhere deep inside their nearly numb minds, they called that a kiss.

Garen grabbed her ass and squeezed it hard. It was just as big as her tits, and his fingers sank on her flesh. He was the one thrusting himself into her now, launching his strong hips up, destroying every last bit of self-consciousness Katarina still held within her. Her neck had already lost strength and her head was loose on top of Garen's chin, bobbing around freely, her hair scratching his face and sometimes getting in his mouth. But he didn't fucking care. It just felt phenomenal. It felt unbelievable to have his dick squeezed that tight from all of his wet directions while Katarina drooled on his skin, wetting the hair on his chest, still muttering incomprehensible things intercalated with moans.

Without warning, she started panting and her mutters got louder. Somewhere between the unstoppable torrent of nonsensical noises, Garen heard "cum" and started going faster. Her entire body contracted in spasmodic jerks and the pitch of her voice got so loud it disappeared inside her throat. The muscles in her pussy clenched around Garen's cock so damn hard he came without even any previous buildup on the pleasure that already consumed his entirety. For a moment, his mind went blank. He saw nothing but the insides of his own eyelids and heard nothing but his frenzied heartbeats. When reality pulled him back, he realized, with something near pain, that his dick throbbed and throbbed inside Katarina's pussy. He felt his cum pump inside her womb, and the remaining of what hadn't managed to enter that cavity deluged the rest of findable space before coming out again.

Garen gasped and only now saw that Katarina was still in the same position, twitching and twitching and gasping noisily. She was still cumming, and her orgasm seemed to be so intense it basically flipped the switch to all of her senses.

Already recovered from his orgasm, but still buried inside her pussy, Garen panted and started caressing the top of her head, which still rested on his chest. He kept doing that until she went back to reality, blinking repeatedly towards him. Her face was completely soaked with tears and saliva, but yet she smiled, still occasionally gasping for the air that had left her lungs as she climaxed.

"Th… Thanks," Katarina managed to say.

"No. Thank you."

She chuckled and looked back towards her ass. "I don't… I don't think I ever want to take you out of me again. Can I make a replica of your dick to carry around and keep it inserted in my pussy or something? I'm pretty sure those pilties could come up with stuff like that."

"Kat," Garen called. She looked at him, her eyes glistening. "I think I found out the name of that thing I said I feel only for you. It's not 'attraction'."

"Oh, yeah?" She climbed forward on his chest, and part of his dick came out of her pussy, though nearly half of it remained buried in there. "Tell me."

Garen smiled shyly and his sweaty cheeks started to blush again.

"I think it's called love."