AN: I noticed my writing has changed. Hopefully I can improve as my writing (as of writing this note) has become much more bland.

Purple. Purple tastes like purple. Purple purple purple…. Bleeding purple. Aatrox had enough purple in his life. The Darkin wondered when it was that he felt he had enough. It wasn't even that he liked the color as he didn't have any choice in apparel like the normal humans that worshipped him. Then again, he was a bit purple wasn't he? No no, that's… that's not the point. Purple, it's everywhere. Oh god….

"So what do you think of the purple taste of my purple cupcake?" The childish voice of the Yordle rang. It bounced around in Aatrox's head like a decapitated head, spilling blood like emotions. Aatrox himself looked down at the tiny being without emotion. A face of purple and green eyes topped with a curled hat of red and yellow. She was a sight to behold.

"It's… It tastes good." Aatrox's voice rumbled, but the Yordle in front of him hardly flinched. She smiled at him.

"That's great! Then, try this one!" Aatrox contemplated why he was here. Surely the memory was still present, his memory was quite vast. Aatrox retraced his mind to the beginning of yesterday and remembered.

It was a weekend for the League. All matches were put on hold or cancelled as the League fixed and updated its barriers, spells, and runes. With free time and being unable to enter the Rift to release stress, Aatrox went to Karma. Having never met Karma, he was curious to say the most. Beyond simple curiosity, he despised the idea of sitting down and interacting with a lover of peace. He was fortunately asked to rendezvous at the League's park where there were several tables and open air. It was during this time of the year that he found nature to be the most enjoyable. The air was a bit colder than normal, the leaves were bare, and the grass wasn't as bright.

The purple-ish humanoid being of war found the counselor sitting cross-legged on a blanket on the grass. The iconic floating crystals and the fact that she was the only one there made it impossible not to spot her in the huge field. He approached her quickly and promptly, sitting down in the same manner as the Ionian woman. Karma opened her eyes from her meditation and looked at Aatrox.

"Hello Aatrox." Karma said calmly. Aatrox felt something akin to annoyance flare up and simply scoffed at her.

"Let's not waste time on pleasantries, I simply came to you to ask for help so that I may rid myself of this boredom." Karma frowned at this.

"Well, if it suits you." Karma then reached behind her and produced a bag. Out of it, she pulled out a scarf. Her outfit wasn't her traditional outfit that showed off her legs, rather it was a simple ensemble of a green flannel and black tights. Her feet were bare and it was safe to assume that her red slippers to her left were what she wore to get here. She put on the scarf and smiled.

"What." Aatrox felt slight regret creeping on him. She was more annoying than he thought.

"Hmm, Aatrox, tell me… Did you ever consider entering a relationship?" Karma's question sent a bolt through the Darkin. With a face of pure confusion, Aatrox took a moment to process this.

"I'm a living weapon."

"Yeah, that's obvious."

"It's debatable if I have emotions like humans."

"But can you enter a relationship with another being?" Karma asked. She knew Aatrox despised her, but this was good. Just a little more. "Would you ever consider spending time with a 'lesser' being such as a Yordle?" Aatrox burst into laughter, his hearty voice booming and making Karma jump slightly.

"Enlightened One! Hahah-" Aatrox laughed more, putting a hand against his ribs, "You are much too comedic!" With a bit more to laugh out, he roared. "But- haha- why not." Karma's face lit up.

"Well, you heard him. Come on out, dear." Karma said.

"What?" From behind Karma, purple and burgundy plodded out. Clutching a strange hat and a staff, pale purple skin and dark purple hair was put on a small face and hands. Green eyes looked into Aatrox's ocean-like red ones.

"H-hi…" Her voice was tiny and mouse-like, a whisper.

"Enlightened One, what are you pulling here?" Aatrox asked, his voice sharp and heavy. Karma rolled her eyes and cleared her throat.

"As a counselor, I think it'd be best for you and Lulu here to spend some time together." Karma's voice was firm and stable, unwavering. In her green eyes of knowledge and wisdom, something playful and devious danced lurked. Yet, this was clearly a challenge. Not a challenge to cut up some army or to wage war against an impossible force, but a simple challenge.

"I see." With that, he turned to Lulu. The short Yordle was small, but to Aatrox, she was tiny. "Karma, please let us have some time alone." Karma blinked at him before putting on her slippers.

"Well, have fun you two." She winked at Lulu who nodded with a smile. Something conniving.

"Now then, tell me why you want this." Aatrox said. Lulu played with the rim of her hat and looked at him in the eyes. This tiny thing, had sought the wisdom and power of the Enlightened One, to meet and spend time with him. It was certainly curious.

"You're purple." Aatrox felt something like a hand slapping his face dead-on, but it was only his imagination.

"And?"

"You're funny." The childish answer was…. Simply childish. What was he supposed to say?

"I uh… see?" Aatrox's face of seriousness was broken into confusion and uncertainty. Lulu shook her head at Aatrox's answer, a frown on her lips.

"You don't see it, you can't! Unless you're a grumble-toad!" What is- nevermind. Lulu's answer left Aatrox in more confusion than anything. I could leave. No, that woman will somehow use this against me if I do. I must beat her at her own ploy.

"Fine then, what would you like to do?" Lulu smiled at him, a smile that left a unique sensation in his heart.

"Come with me!" With that, she put on her hat and got up. She started to move, but Aatrox realized that with every step she took, he could've covered at least four of her steps. Grumbling, he watched as she pittered about like a little animal. Side to side, side to side, with very little forward… He sighed and watched as she paid no heed to him.

"We're almost there!" Aatrox debated this. They had been "almost there" for about an hour now ever since the other hour had passed.

"Lulu."

"Hm?" Her face looking up at him from down… it was… unique.

"How about we fly there?" Lulu's cheeks puffed into a suppressed giggle.

"Silly you! You're not a bird or a pixie, you can't fly!" She giggled some more before continuing her little pattering steps. With a sigh, Aatrox unfurled his wings from their position and grabbed Lulu in one hand before lifting off. As he flapped his wings to bring himself up, he realized that Lulu was quite light. His fingers didn't wrap around her, but they were strong enough to hold her tight and up.

"I'm no pixie or bird, but I can certainly fly." Aatrox's voice was proud and loud, savouring the pure surprise one the Yordle's face.

"You're definitely a pixie! You're purple!" Aatrox laughed heartily at Lulu's giddy comment. No wait… that's not right.

"Ugh- ahem. I am a Darkin, not a pixie." His wings flapped to keep them in the air, the batlike appendages wonderfully keeping him in the air. "Now, direct me to where we need to be!"

"We're almost there!" She just smiled. I'm going to drop her. In all the heavens, I will drop this thing and be rid of this ordeal I had set myself into. A wider and brighter smile. I swear to my name, I will drop her. The smile beamed at him, her eyes shining with innocence or possible madness. I… I will drop her. With a sigh, Aatrox simply flapped to the direction they were headed before and hoped for the best.

Aatrox wondered where he was being directed, counting how many times he was told "Almost there". It wasn't that it was unpleasant holding the purple, magical, innocent, and cute thing. It was definitely pleasant. More so than he would've liked to admit. He loved how she didn't care for his physical appearance, how she would point out something he would fail to see, and how she felt in his hands. With his two hands, holding her close, he felt her small frame on his chest and in his grasp. A short stature, akin to a child, that exuded an energy beyond magic. She was soft to hold and very much fragile. If even the slightest mistake, he could easily break her bones.

"Here!" Lulu's giddy voice brought Aatrox from his mind as she pointed down. Surrounded by purple trees was what looked to be an unusual formation. He let his wings take him down, slowly flapping as to not accidentally ruin the land formation or to smash the owner. As he got closer, he realized that it was a massive clearing. Along the soft purple grass, he found a few certain things that seemed much more man-made than natural. For one, a large patch of what looked to be extremely soft grass and other plants with a giant leaf to cover the patch. Another was what looked to be a giant mound with an opening covered by the purple grass. The area around it seemed to waver as if it was a heat-wave, but no heat radiated from it. Opposite of it were several raised stumps with either plants or no plants.

"Welcome to my home!" Lulu said. Her proud smile and voice was proclaimed with her staff as she gestured all around her.

"It's… charming." It certainly was charming. More than charming, it made him feel a sense of calm. It lacked the familiar edges of man's design, the scent of prejudice, and held an atmosphere akin to that of time unmoving. It was, to say simply, peaceful. It was a place without conflict, without war, without a need to fight. At the same time, it irked him. The shades of purple, pink, green, and blue seemingly melding too well, the lack of any aura of even the sliver of disliking, and the sensation of time not moving.

"Come come! I want you to try my new muffin!" Lulu tapped Aatrox's ridged knee twice before skittering to what looked to be a table of a bent tree. The thing's brown wood went well with the light purple and the green leaves didn't clash with the grass, but the oddest sight was what came next. Birds, squirrels, small critters of the like were very much present around the area, but out of nowhere, the Yordle held a squirrel in her hand. With a wave of her hand, the furry creature turned into… into… a muffin!? Yes, the furry creature that was fat from preparing for hibernation, had turned into a purple muffin. Light faded purple soft bread with even a little red cherry on top. The cheery Yordle then offered it to Aatrox.

He looked at it. She looked at him. Aatrox felt no need for hunger as he usually drank the blood of his enemies… but indulging in food wasn't exactly detrimental. It just burned in his , this… mystery, it was daunting. Is this what fear felt when one faced a challenge greater than himself?

"Thank you." The gray-metallic hand took the pastry and with a tentative bite, he chewed. Sweetness like blueberries, a soft fluffiness, and… the taste of something foreign. It tasted out of place, an anomaly amongst the flavours of nature and magic. It made him feel funny. It was rarely asked, but Aatrox didn't wear pants. Not because he had no care for social standards, rather it was because he didn't have a need for pants. He was created with organs such as a tongue, eyes, and a brain, but his "reproductive" organ was always simply morphed into his being. So feeling the odd sensation of having it morph out was certainly alarming. He felt his loins and his stomach tingle as heavy sacs started to form testicals and a hardening sensation unfurling from his body roared at him. In an instant, his crotch had stretched to form what looked to be a heavy sac and a deadly weapon. It was a "great sword" amongst "weapons" and the "shield" was more of a "flail" than anything else.

Aatrox panted as he felt his body boil. It wasn't unpleasant, but it was unusual for something as sterile and often, formless, as himself. Looking down, he saw his long organ. Thick like a battering ram and with a mace-head of charred black, his penis was reddish-purple like his skin with the head being a deep black-purple. It reeked of an odor that made the calm neutral air shudder.

His eyes went from his organ to Lulu, the small Yordle transfixed on the appendage.

"Yordle, what scheme do you play!?" His fury was smothered by the throbbing sensation in his shaft and his entire being. His eyes, instead of their usual burning stare, traveled all over the small Yordle. He remembered how soft the tiny creature felt in his hands, how she spoke and laughed, and how she danced about. Now all he wanted was to feel her softness against his body, to hear her scream, and to feel her shiver and quake as he destroyed her being.

Aatrox bit his lip, "Lulu!" The young Yordle looked up, meeting those desperate eyes. Her lips trembled something into a mumble.

"I- I just want to have fun in ways w-we b-both can have fun…" Those little eyes, that little voice, and the way she shuddered when she met his eyes… Oh-h-h-oo. I… I can't. But, I want to. "Are you o-okay, Aatrox?" Oh! The way she calls to me! "Aatrox?"

"I'm fine, Lulu." With a devious flicker of a flame in his mind, the Darkin simply let go. "But I believe that you wanted to have fun?" Lulu nodded, her hands shaking. "Well, why don't you try touching this thing here?"

Lulu looked at him with a confused look. "Are you sure?"

"Of course."

"Well…" With a tentative, stretched, arm, she reached for the throbbing pole. Her tiny purple hands placed itself flat against the head of the shaft. It was thicker than her hand. The heavy thing twitched from the contact, trying to rub into the soft palm. Lulu yelped at this, a surprised expression on her face. "It-it moves?"

"Yes. But it can do more than move, Lulu." Aatrox, from his standing position, sat down with his knees spread. The massive appendage jutted out, reaching nearly his knees, and was now face to face with the Yordle in front of him. The sorceress gulped as she realized it was about as tall as her and thick as Janna's thighs. With a bit of curiosity, she reached out with both hands and grasped the shaft. Her dainty hands barely wrapped around the log, her fingers not even meeting for a good inch. As she tried to touch her thumb to her thumb and her finger to her finger, the thing throbbed in her grip. She jumped at the feeling of having it twitch in her hands.

Aatrox watched as the focus of his lust recovered from her surprise once more and ran her fingers all around his mast. Little fingers ran from the middle of his dick to the base in a spiral path, rubbing the veins and throbbing organ. Those eager little hands then traveled to his sacs, each hand holding his heavy "morning stars". Lulu giggled as she lightly squeezed the balls, finding the texture and the warmth to be cute. However, the Darkin's patience was wearing out. Although he enjoyed her curious attitude, it only made him throb harder.

"L-" He stopped when he saw her sniff the tip of his dick. A bit of liquid had started to seep from the tip and the smell must have caught her attention. He watched, captivated, as a little pink muscle left the purple mouth and flicked the top of his tip. The Yordle took a bit of the liquid into her mouth, swirled it about, and swallowed it.

"Tastes funny- like purple!" With that she took another lick, a heavier lick, pressing her small tongue flat against the head of his dick. This in turn, released a bit more of the pre seminal fluid, letting more into the sorceress's mouth. "Oooh! More comes out!" With that, she got up and bent over slightly to wrap her mouth around the thick liquid producer. Her mouth tried its best to cover the head, her soft lips rubbing the glans of his red dick. The embodiment of war shuddered when he felt her inhale and suck on the tip of his penis and exhale from her nose. The cold air ghosting his shaft made him clench and unclench his hands. The small little pointed ears jutting out from her hair twitched with each suck, dragging her spittle across his head and sucking out more of the liquid. Her saliva dripped down, running along the shaft. Suck, exhale, suck, exhale, with each repetition, Aatrox felt his rod throb even harder.

"Mmm!" Lulu let go of the trunk-like appendage, letting her saliva get on her clothes and finally roll down to Aatrox's sac. It glistened and throbbed at the tiny female, greedily demanding more attention despite the treatment. "It tastes good, Aatrox!" Aatrox's chest seemed to do a series of flips and whirls as he felt his dick throb to the point it felt like it was sharp and hard enough to cut through a castle of the finest stone.

In a flash, he pushed Lulu down onto the grass and looked down at her, his form towering over hers. "Lulu, you've pushed me far enough. What is your intention!" With his penis throbbing and glistening from saliva, his heavy breaths on her, and a frightened purple face staring at him, Lulu simply smiled kindly.

"I want love." Aatrox could've scoffed, laughed, or yelled at her. But he just felt a boiling passion, a declaration of war, of a conflict that was beyond men and his throbbing sword between his legs was what he would use to enjoy this war.

"Then you'll get love." A heavy gray hand slowly reached for the Yordle's tunic and removed it. With a clawed hand, he picked apart the straps and let the wearer wriggle out of the dark pants and red outfit. A pale body, lined with a bit of healthy skin and muscle, Lulu bared it all to him. Dark purple nipples atop a slightly budding purple chest, a soft purple stomach that was hardly fat, and thighs that crossed together in anxious eagerness. Her chest rose and dropped slowly, calm, but shaking only slightly. He just needed to glance at her face to know that the face of mixed emotions spoke of tiny amounts of fear crowning calm happiness.

With his right hand, he gently rubbed his ridged finger from her thigh to her hip. She shivered and looked right into his eyes: longing. He transitioned to going from her hip to her abdomen, running a circle before going up to her neck and face. His thumb and index finger examined her innocent little face, finding her cheeks and lips to be incredibly soft. With one final movement, he looked down at her crotch. A hairless, little, wet mound.

With his hand, he held his throbbing rod. Lulu watched, curious, as he pressed it against her in between her legs. Following up, she wrapped her legs around the thick meat, pressing her small vagina against the weighty and heated penis. The thick thing was hard and when she moved her hips, she felt bolts of pleasure run through her as she rubbed her little nub against the hard thing. Her legs quivered, twitching in delight as she wrapped her legs in a delectably tighter hold. The little hands were in her mouth, as she bit down on her hand.

Aatrox, seeing this, reached and took her hands. His eyes, looking into hers, told her to simply let it out. With a drag, he rubbed his meat against her, pushing her against the soft grass and rubbing the upper half of his dick against her soft stomach and the little wet spot between her legs. Hearing the high-pitched squeak of pleasure made him only thrust harder and felt his blood rush. He began his work, his masterpiece. With every thrust, he heard her squeak, felt her soft stomach rub right against his glans, and panted when she closed her legs tighter against his hard meat. His pleasure was there, but it felt far. It was there, though. He wanted it. His eyes focused on her face as he thrusted again and again, rubbing her little mound. The cute innocent face of smiles was bouncing between hectic yelps of confused pleasure and squeaks of surprise as she felt the hot thing rub against her.

But he stopped and she groaned. She wanted more, especially with that look in her eyes. A look too mature for her form, but it made his soldier of an organ roar into action. This time, he stood up, letting his dick cast a shadow over the Yordle on the grass. He picked her up, holding her high above his tip and holding her face-to-face with himself.

"Lulu, you've pushed me into a battle I want to win." His face was desperate and stoic, but her face was just confused.

"Is it fun?" She asked.

"Yes, very fun." She beamed at him and held her legs open.

"Then let's have some more fun!" With that, Aatrox lowered her, slowly. His meat was made more like an oversized bullet with a head that was round. He groaned when he felt the wetness against his meat, but groaned in displeasure when he simply slid around. Lulu simply moaned and laughed.

"Take your time! No need to rush!" Right. With that, he tried once more. Lulu's hand went to her lips, spreading the tiny petals apart. She watched in awe as the thing pressed hard against her. With how wet and lubricated it was, she could only close her eyes tight as it breached past her lips. The thing was thick and she felt it. Just the tip of the head stretched her lips, but Aatrox saw her struggle and held her there. Purple hair flew as she shook her head.

"No! Don't stop!" With that, Aatrox groaned as he lowered her even more. Lulu squealed as she had to hold her buttocks apart and spread her legs as wide as she could to allow the massive piercing weapon. She felt her stomach burn in slight pain as her organs were pressed against her skin and the foreign organ press against her barrier. Lulu closed her eyes shut as she felt her brain scramble about in pain. It screamed at her to take the thing out while yelling at her body to produce more lubricants. Yet, it didn't stop there. Aatrox was lowering her, slowly, but definitely so. She could feel the bit of skin straining under the hard force of gravity and a dense object.

Aatrox bit his lip as he tried his best to keep from simply using the girl. She was tight, too tight in fact. With just the tip and a few inches, she was choking the head of his penis. It made the rest of his mast hungry while he lusted to pierce her through. But no, he intended to show her love, not some sloppy work of simple action. He grunted as the Yordle's vice-canal suddenly felt twice as tight with the purple being seizing up. She was going down, slowly, past the point where he had stopped. Surprised and clouded with pleasure, Aatrox was amazed she wasn't screaming. He watched as she simply gritted her teeth and let a few tears fall down her face. Thoughtlessly, he stuck his tongue out and licked up the tears that fell. With each passing second, she went further down, and with each lick, she moaned lightly.

Lulu opened her eyes from the blinding pain. She felt like she was truly being split into two. The feeling of Aatrox licking her tears away was… erotic. It was certainly endearing, but it made her tingle even more. The pain stopped. It was there, but it just stopped. It reached the end. Looking down, Lulu saw that her once flat and soft purple stomach had bulged into a pale shade of purple. The massive bulge of her lover made her mind jump from panic, to fear, to embarrassed pleasure, to erotic thoughts of insanity.

"Lulu." His deep voice, gravely and lovely. "Are you prepared?" Lulu looked up lazily and nodded. She was already vibrating with numbing pleasure. Aatrox shattered her lazy state as he dragged her up. Lulu screamed in pleasure, her shriek sounding much more like a cry of happiness.

Aatrox groaned as he dragged her up to the tip. Only the fat head stayed plugged in and he got to see the pink of her walls sticking to his meat, greedily grasping onto him. Back down she went, plunging through her till he met her cervix. The tight, wet, and pulsing walls rubbing his meat sent waves of pleasure through him, spreading all the way to the back of his head. She went back up again, this time a little faster. Another shriek, another groan. Back down and Aatrox growled. The sound of her little love hole squishing and making the most erotic noise made his dick twitch and boil from the inside.

Lulu blushed even harder at hearing the squirting noise of her squishy pinkness rubbing on Aatrox. She only had a moment to think of the noise before feeling herself rising. Her body tingled and shivered as it felt every vein, ridge, and twitch of the organ penetrating her. The Yordle's arms and hands started to ache as they tired from holding her legs and butt open. But the pleasure was too much. It demanded her to spread her legs for this being, this giant of a lover. Lulu's thoughts were shaken as she felt Aatrox press against her cervix, making her squirm.

Aatrox loved the slow tempo, but it was not enough. It only made the hardness harder and the pleasure was too slow. He wanted more. His hands were currently holding the girl by her legs, but he had a better idea. He moved his hands to her torso, holding her tight and pressing his hard fingers into her chest. Lulu gasped a competent and conscious gasp as it would be her last for a while. Aatrox held tight as he dragged her up quickly and down faster. He didn't bother moving his hips, just held the purple Yordle and moved her with his hands. He used her. Her tight walls clenched as he gouged her insides with every motion down and pulled her walls out with every push up.

Up down up down up down up down. Lulu's mind was blank as she gasped and yelped with every movement. Everything became a blur as she moved at impossible speeds. Her lips burned with pleasure, her body was in a constant state of shivers, shakes, and squirms as she felt the long pole in her simply slam into her with no regard to her sanity. The pleasure made her see colors she never saw before.

Aatrox moaned and groaned as he felt her tighten and slack. She let go of her legs, her limbs flapping and her sounds of pleasure hitching with every jerk. The feeling of using this tight, wet, tiny Yordle, made his mind blank and his dick twitch with every second. But the motion was limited to short jerks. Despite that, it didn't matter. His lover, the one who accepted him, demanded love from him, was now being used like a human's pleasure toy. He gave out one more growl as he slammed down.

Lulu lost it. No thought, no color, yet every color and thought. Lulu cried, screamed, shrieked, yelled, laughed, and fidgeted as she felt Aatrox's dick pierce into her cervix. A flood of warmth filled her whole being as the sensation of his release in her filled her mind.

Aatrox's mind was doing a jog around the world. His body throbbed with pink and purple pleasure as his log-like dick was clogged in Lulu's uterus. Semen and sperm poured and gushed out of his dick, filling up the smaller being with the proof of his pleasure and love. His penis, in all its hardness, remained hard. It shot load after load of white, filling the already bulging stomach and making bulge just a bit more. White leaked out to the uncovered half of his dick and dripped off his balls.

The Darkin retracted the small Yordle from his organ. As he laid her down on the bed-like patch of grass, he watched as her tiny pussy gushed with his warmth. His dick hadn't stopped coming, shooting a few shots onto the purple girl. It twitched and ached as it wanted to feel the tightness once more.