AN: This one's a bit fucked up... I do this to cope and to release some issues I have. My friend tells me I should do this.
Nonetheless, thank you to those who reviewed or commented.
I've been feeling a bit under the weather as I've been very tired lately.
I'm hoping to make a Jinx fic soon (addressed to that guy)
Irelia is too much of a boring person so probably not (addressed to that guy)
Zed is definitely next, though (heheheheheheheh)
The years of the League have gone by. Nations have lost their identity and equality is reached, utopia is founded. Minor conflicts exist, but nothing phenomenal enough to result in death or major injury. The people intermingle and procreate, mixing races and expanding business. Demacia loses its colors and arrogance as being a righteous beacon while Noxus lets go of their love for violence. These two major nations that had been warring are at peace now. The year is 65,656. Runeterra is at a time of peace. Art is blooming, magic is helping science, and science is helping magic. Nothing is in pain or suffering…
How boring… In a laboratory, deep underground, the works of a genius are building. The menacing red hues of the lights in the lab serve to set the tone for the genius's work, his presence frightening. The shape of this genius is that of a man, but with a third hand atop his shoulder. Yet, the movements lack the sporadicness of a human, it is replaced by the autonomous motions of a mechanical being. His arms move precisely and steadily, stopping at the right moments to pick or touch. There is a lack of breathing and is only very slight. This thing, this man, is Viktor. The former League of Legends champion, now a criminal.
The engineer's distaste for human flesh was obvious to many, his critique of the "meat bags" constant and on point. At the moment, he had replaced much of his body parts: his entire left arm, much of his skull, his knees and shins, and his heart. He remembered placing his bet on replacing his heart with the hextech generator, its marvelous crimson glow pulling him and pushing him to replace the weakest part of him. Yes… There was that beauty. But that is no more! Now, I am complete and the glorious revolution shall begin! Viktor felt a bit of triumph spread through his body, but it was hiding something. It felt like a lump in his chest, riding across his whole body, but never there. Putting it to the side, he examined his work.
Five hundred aerial units based on Vel'Koz, four hundred focused-artillery units based on Kog'Maw, six hundred crowd/tank units that could constantly fuel themselves simply by consuming humans, four hundred scout/search-and-destroy units based on Skarner, and four hundred mass-artillery units based on Urgot. His creations were perfect, made with deadly efficiency, striving for perfection. Looking at the time in his brain, it was only night. The effect wouldn't do much to the many utopian cities of Runeterra, so he decided to wait. The Machine Herald put away his staff and proceeded to his resting chambers. Sleep, one of the things he found to be an anomaly. It empowered his core, but it also brought about an emotion. Pah! Emotions? Only those weak meat-bags have those! I am not so weak, I am machine. Viktor laid down on his "resting platform" or simply, a bed. As the lights dimmed, he felt himself losing consciousness and slipping into the recesses of his mind.
"Viktor… Viktor… Viktor!" The voice was… inhuman, yet it contained clear emotion. The artificial sound woke the Machine Herald and he found himself on a bench on a field. The sunset was beautiful as he stared into the sun, able to take on the rays. The green grass was swaying to the wind, a wind he felt on the skin of his face. As he turned to the voice, it came. The emotion, the "weakness" that he tried to smother. The sadness and happiness of seeing his loved one: Orianna. The Lady Of Clockwork's face was always still, unsmiling, but the emotion of her voice and her energy readings was enough to know that she was happy. Her form was beautiful, the care into her plating and gears beyond his work. Beyond that, her ability to retain emotion despite being a machine… It amazed him.
"O-Orianna?" Orianna tilted her head and got near him. She wasn't wearing her usual bladed skirt, leaving her core exposed. The blue light wasn't overpoweringly blinding, but it was certainly beautiful. Her long pale legs shined in the light, casted a soft orange from the sun. The female automaton's body was… exposed. Even if she had emotions, self-awareness, a soul… She had not gotten to wearing anything on top. To many, it didn't matter as they disregarded her as just a machine, but to Viktor… The man's love was on a manic level, an obsession. Her exposed pale chest was elegantly smoothed with perk breasts and a "stomach" leading into her core. Her legs were long and lithe and her pelvis was smooth and shiny, a tiny triangle between her legs and her crotch. The man who made her was very much like Viktor, her father must've had some obsession as well because Viktor could see that where a vagina would be, there was a slit and the material around her crotch looked more soft and like synthetic fiber. She's… She's beautiful.
"Viktor. You're flustered, are you alright? Did you make sure to clean your joints properly?" Orianna's face drew nearer and nearer, Viktor's face feeling hotter and hotter. Viktor's helmet was heating up, but it was impossible to take it off. So, as he saw his HUD signaling a heat warning, he did his best to calm himself….
"Orianna, I am fine. Your concern is warming, but it is unneeded." Viktor said. Orianna backed off, her energy wavering and seemingly hurt. Viktor immediately felt a sting as he realized how cold he sounded. "U-uh, but I did find it to be enjoyable. Your beauty and kind words are much too kind for someone like me!" Idiot! What are you saying? Orianna looked up at him, her energy readings bouncing like a gleeful child.
"Hmmmm, Viktor… Is something wrong?" Orianna said, reaching for Viktor's hands. She held his metal and gloved hand. The Machine Herald felt the Lady of Clockwork's fingers, the masterful workmanship delighting him. On his human hand, the sensation was heightened by a sense of realism separate from the metal robotic hand. By now, Viktor's core was bouncing as well, but in a much more dark motion. He felt himself grow hard, the penis between his legs kept for reasons, but it grew hard nonetheless. His eyes wandered all over Orianna, taking in how long and graceful her legs were. Her face, the cold empty face seemed to beckon him, to make him scar it and mark it so that he could make it better.
A feeling… A feeling like falling into an abyss and sinking to the bottom, it empowered him to go deeper and lose what made him anything close to a "good human". Viktor suddenly rose and pushed Orianna onto the soft grass. He pinned the pale alloy-lady with his arms, his left and mounted hands holding down the swan-like creation below him. Orianna struggled and kicked, demanding what was going on. Despite all the action, Viktor held her down. His heart rate was sporadic and random, a chaotic mess of insanity.
"QUIET!" He yelled, his harsh voice silenced the clockwork machine. With his free right hand, he took off his helmet, the metal thing hissing. As he breathed fresh air, his face was revealed to the world. Once a handsome visage, it was now scarred and burned. Pale skin, sickly, had scars arcing like lightning from the right side of his jaw to the top of his forehead, the damage to his eyes evident. His lips had been burned, leaving a shiny texture like scales. His mouth was spread in a beast-like sneer, his teeth bared. His nose was almost childishly innocent, but it only added to the manic look. His hair was tousled and slightly greasy from his sweat. And the look in his eyes… Those yellow orbs that stared into Orianna's, it made her fear.
"Viktor, please-" Viktor went down and sniffed the alloy of Orianna's face, taking in the texture and handiwork as he kissed her cheek and lips. Orianna was silenced entirely, her shock and fear crumbling her. The Machine Herald went down, licking and kissing and sniffing at Orianna's form, enjoying the metallic taste. It reminded him of the blood in his mouth when he was left for dead by his colleague who stole his work. Depression? Hah! That fool failed to kill me… As he rubbed the metal body, he felt his penis strain against his pants. The feeling of fabric rubbing his penis was arousing, but he wanted the beauty beneath him. His legs were between Orianna's so all he had to do was pull his trousers down. He reached and slowly and carefully did so, letting his organ feel the cool air. He shuddered and placed it on Orianna's pelvis. The fat thing was a long seven inches and a wide four in width. The heavy thing sat and cooled on the cold metal pelvis of Orianna, he started to hump.
Orianna was blank. The sight of her beloved Viktor, rubbing his penis on her was something she dreamed of, but not like this. Yet, the sight of Viktor showing such human emotions, such a true form of humans, it made her feel aroused. Her body automatically made the false organ in her lower section moisten and prepare, her "vagina" and "anus" puckering and becoming fleshier. The sensation was uniquely intriguing as it was like a course of data running through her.
Viktor placed his tip against the folds of Orianna, taking Orianna out of her mind. She watched in horror as the mammoth thing was being pushed into her. The feeling of having her metallic insides being pushed out and strained in her form, it was painful. The fat object was being shoved into her and even with the lubricants, it was too big. Viktor looked down and saw that it was going in, but not fast enough. With a huff, he reared back and thrusted forward, getting half in. With four inches in, he reached the cervix. He was disappointed, but the tightness was heavenly. A sickening smile went across his face as he realized that Orianna's father had designed his daughter to be made this way. What a disgusting man. Then again, she is quite the creation. Viktor pulled back and pistoned in, pushing into the artificial womb. The synthetic flesh was warm and tight, pushing against the cylindrical opening and walls. The tightness squeezed, his veins being rubbed against the bumps of the artificial vagina. Viktor huffed and panted with each hump, going back and forth with a steady tempo.
Orianna began to cry, emitting small whimpers. Viktor grinned, his dick hard at the sound of the machine with a soul crying.
"Your father knew what he was making! Oooh, your inner lining feels wonderful, Orianna!" He laughed and humped harder, feeling her metallic body. How smooth it was, perfectly rounded, and her legs, so plump yet so long and proportional. And it's all mine! Mine! Mine! I get to desecrate it! Viktor thrusted deep, forcing his dick two inches into the crying machine's artificial womb before taking it out. He jerked it with his gloved hand, the lubricants applying well. With the mounted hand, he pulled Orianna's head up and got on top of her. He was on his knees, dick in his hand, aimed at Orianna's face. He let out a loud moan as he blew his load all over her, getting it in the engravings of her hair, covering the clean pale metal with creamy and milky liquid, and dousing her in his reproductive scent. Orianna cried as she felt the feeling of being fully violated and humiliated, the liquid dripping on her was unfelt, but the weight of it was disgusting.
"I'm not done yet!" Viktor pulled Orianna up and turned her over. A tiny rosebud of an anus was presented to him. The need to dirty and desecrate such a clean and well-designed thing made the maniac aroused. He felt his dick harden again, but used his hand to jerk himself to full length. Orianna could only cry and mutter indescribable sounds as she felt her anus meet the tip of Viktor's penis.
It was invasive, the fat thing prodding against her "anus". She had some sort of "feeling" with her hands and her genitals, but whenever something got near her rear, it was always unusual. Now was no different- no, it was worse. The man she loved, admired, and once respected, was forcing his fleshy organ into it.
Viktor moaned as he got the head in, the tight ring constricting and massaging his penis's head. With a deranged glee, he forced his length in, watching as the tight artificial skin ate more and more of his penis. As he felt himself reach a stop six inches in, he rubbed the metallic plating of her buttocks. His face was in the most wild sneer as he breathed heavily, the feeling of the artificial anus being one of the most pleasurable things he experienced. He pulled out all the way and pistoned back in, going harder and faster. As he thrusted, he laughed and moaned. Orianna could only cry and scream in agony as she felt true humiliation. The humiliation of a human girl losing her dignity. She clenched her anus, the idea of being humiliated like a real human girl sending signals down her spine. The sensation of the meat in her synthetic rear was disgusting…
Viktor pulled the champion's head up, using her chin. She met his face, an awful guise of insatiable mania.
"Orianna- ah, I'm going to shower you in my release. Prepare yourself. " Viktor pulled out and sprayed his cum all over Orianna's back. The load was heavy and long, worth at least a decade. Old and new cum covered the pale-lady's buttocks to her hair and onto the grass. Viktor could only moan as he looked down at the disfigured and degraded Lady of Clockwork. The creamy and gray color of his release contrasted with the clean and perfect white of Orianna's plating and the elegant champion's poise only made it worse. Face down, ass up, crying and sputtering.
Viktor awoke, his hand gripping the platform tightly and his mind in disarray. What was that? Am I… am I so sick of a man to think of that? Oh… oh. Viktor leaned over, holding his head in his hands as he felt the guilt crawling over him. His pants were stained and the smell of his deed conflicted with the sterile smell of his lab. Maybe this invasion can hold… He got off the bed, changed his trousers, and put on a large coat. It's time I go to her… I can fix this… I can fix myself…