This one's gonna be the first in a mini-series within the Bathhouse series featuring everyone's favorite epic monster of Summoner's Rift: Baron Nashor. Needless to say, it will include tentacles. ;)

Don't worry, there's no acid-melting-gore or crap like that. And there's going to be more of these as I go.

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#4: Playtime with Baron Nashor, Part 1 – Ashe, Baron Nashor, Tryndamere

Ashe winced as an ear-splitting roar ripped toward her, signalling the approach of the Terror of the Void. Cho'Gath, standing many times the archer's height, snarled as he stomped toward Ashe, who loosed arrow after arrow at him. To Ashe's dismay, the shots barely even registered to Cho'Gath, either bouncing off or shattering on his hide.

Cho'Gath laughed sadistically as he approached the white-and-gold garbed Freljord royal. It had been easy for him to dispatch of Taric a few seconds earlier. Ashe was next on his menu. Within seconds, he stood right before Ashe, raising a humongous leg to squash her.

The Void monster smashed his foot down, and felt nothing beneath it but the ground. Ashe had disappeared.

Cho'Gath roared in fury. The archer's Summoner had warped her out, it seemed.

...

Ashe sighed in relief as she reappeared far from Cho'Gath's reach. She would be safe from him for now. She turned to head back towards the safety of her team's lines.

A second later, she stopped dead in her tracks as a being far more dangerous than Cho'Gath loomed before her. The giant purple form of Baron Nashor screeched as he turned toward her, acid dripping from his maw. Ashe swore under her breath; couldn't her Summoner have picked a better spot to escape to?!

Ashe snapped an arrow to her bow and fired at the Baron's eyes. One of the Baron's tentacles swatted the arrow out of the sky, followed by another which swung at Ashe. She yelped in pain as her bow was sent flying from her hands, grasping her stinging wrist. She scrambled to try and reclaim her bow, but only made it a few steps before a series of tentacles snapped around her wrists and ankles.

The archer struggled for an instant, and then screamed as Baron whipped her off her feet, bringing her suspended before him. She stared back as bravely as she could, but knew she was as good as dead.

"G-Get it over with…" Ashe hissed, wondering whether the Baron would understand her.

With another growl, the Baron's mouth opened, and Ashe shut her eyes, expecting swift death.

What hit her was completely different. It felt like a spray of murky water hit her all over, soaking her from head to toe. Yet the substance did not burn like the Baron's usual acid. Still, she kept her eyes shut until the spray ended.

Coughing loudly, Ashe slowly opened her eyes and looked down at herself. Besides being soaked in a strange clear liquid, which caused her white-and-gold clothes to cling enticingly to her every curve, she was unharmed. Her insides, however, suddenly felt hot, and her nerves suddenly far more sensitive. Weirdly, she also could no longer feel the presence of her Summoner in her mind.

"W-What are you doing t-to me? What is this– Aah?!"

Ashe yelped as she felt a series of tentacles coiling up her arms and legs, slithering and rubbing as they went. The Baron's touch brought a tingling to her body, which continued to heat up. Ashe winced as she felt this; what was going on?

Another series of tentacles snuck under her skirt, but bypassed her nether region and slid under her gold-wrap corset, causing it to bulge. Ashe whimpered as she felt the tentacles slither up her navel, and squeaked in pain as two of them coiled around her breasts beneath her garb. The tentacles squeezed and rubbed her breasts, while the tips tweaked her nipples with utter abandon.

Ashe's pale cheeks began to turn pink as she squirmed, trying to do anything to escape. Her limbs, however, were trapped in the Baron's grip. There was nothing she could do except endure this humiliating endeavor, and hope to survive it.

A slight tugging at her neck made Ashe realize the presence of another tentacle pulling down her hood, letting her blonde-dyed hair fall down her shoulders. A second later, the tentacle yanked back and ripped both her hood and cape from her, sending their scraps floating to the ground. Looking down, Ashe watched in dismay as the tentacles rubbing her breasts began to stress her garment, specifically the parts covering her chest. The fabric couldn't handle the punishment, and Ashe yelped as the breast cups of her garb were shredded.

Round and round, her breasts were squeezed and pulled. The tentacles slid and coiled erratically, massaging her chest furiously. Her nipples, which were turning slightly red from soreness, were tweaked and tugged opposite her breasts. Ashe was left screaming in both pain and pleasure, her breasts feeling as though they were aflame.

Then, Ashe felt the tentacles inspecting her panties. She gasped as she felt a tentacle wrap around her undergarments and ripped it away, revealing a perfectly shaven pussy beneath. Two tentacles prodded and stroked at her nether lips, prompting Ashe to bite her lip to stop from screaming. It felt amazing, but she did not wish to admit it.

A large prod jolted Ashe's awareness, and she looked down to see a huge tentacle, at least 3-4 inches thick, preparing to enter her.

"W-Wait, NO! Th-That's too big! You can't put it in! You'll rip me in half! NO! DON'T! NOOOOOOO!"

Ashe shut her eyes in panic as the huge tentacle started to push at her lower lips.

A loud battle cry interrupted the moment as a huge sword slashed through the Baron's array of tentacles. Ashe felt the large tentacle drop away, and opened her eyes in shock to see her savior.

Infuriated, Tryndamere slashed away and said, "Get. Your. Hands. OFF. MY! QUEEN!"

The Baron screeched in pain as Tryndamere sliced the monster's appendages to ribbons. Trying to keep its hold on Ashe, the Baron spat a glob of acid at Tryndamere, hitting him directly. But instead of melting him, it only seemed to make Tryndamere angrier, his body surrounded by an aura of bloodlust.

Tryndamere roared crazily as he leapt toward the Baron and slashed the beast down the front of its abdomen. Screeching in agony, the Baron writhed and thrashed about, its grip on Ashe's limbs releasing. Ashe shrieked as she fell, but Tryndamere quickly leapt to her and caught her.

After a second to see if Ashe was alright, Tryndamere turned back to the Baron, and watched as the beast shrieked as it tunneled back into the ground. It wasn't truly defeated, but it seemed to have had enough for now.

"Tch, damned beast. Thinks it can have its way with MY wife?!" Tryndamere said angrily. Then, turning back to Ashe, he asked, "You alright, my dear?"

"I… I'm all… Ohh…"

Without another word, Ashe wrapped her arms around Tryndamere's neck and pulled herself to him, planting a deep kiss upon him. Tryndamere was initially startled, but soon returned the kiss with great fervor.

The two soon separated for air, and Tryndamere said, "Well, someone's grateful."

"I-It's whatever B-Baron s-sprayed me with…" Ashe stammered. "I-I c-can't take it. D-do me… Right here…! Right now!"

"Hmm?" asked Tryndamere, though he knew what Ashe meant. "I didn't hear you say please."

Ashe gave Tryndamere another deep, but brief kiss, and then said, "Sh-Shut up and fuck me already!"

With a wide smile, Tryndamere said, "As you wish."

The barbarian quickly brought Ashe to the ground, their mouths engulfing each other as he did, and swiftly began unbuckling his trousers. He felt Ashe's hand next to his, however, and realized she intended to remove his pants for her, so he instead moved his hand to her exposed breasts. Ashe moaned as Tryndamere squeezed her tits, his hands far less rough than the Baron's tentacles, but far more enjoyable to her.

It took Ashe about two minutes amidst Tryndamere's hands roaming her body, but she eventually managed to unbuckle Tryndamere's leg armor, allowing the barbarian to free his thick shaft from its confinement, already hard as a rock. Ashe stroked it for a moment before moving it toward her pussy.

She screamed in lust as Tryndamere thrust into her without ceremony, pressing her into the ground with each entry. Tryndamere grunted, and Ashe screamed, as their flesh met in an animalistic rhythm. Even when Ashe would meet Tryndamere's mouth with her own, and their tongues danced with each other's, Ashe's muffled screams still left her constantly out of breath.

Then, as Tryndamere pulled out of her, Ashe gasped as Tryndamere grabbed her by the waist, lifted her from the ground, and brought her back down on her knees, his hands now wrapped around her wrists from behind. A second later, Tryndamere's shaft returned to Ashe's nethers, making her shriek in ecstasy.

"AAH! AAAH! T-TRYN! H-HARDER! HARDERRRR! AAAHHH!"

Ashe wailed in pleasure as Tryndamere ravaged her from behind. Her breasts bounced in circles before her, and though she desperately wanted to grasp them, Tryndamere's grip could not be removed. His thrusts were now near super-human in strength, hitting her sweet spot every time and sending shocks ripping through Ashe's body. She was amazed by his might, and amazed she was still conscious from it.

Then, Tryndamere made a final thrust into her, breaching the entrance to her womb with all his strength.

Ashe screamed as loud as she could, not caring if the whole world heard her as she came.

Tryndamere howled as his seed burst into Ashe's womb. White hot strands of his spunk coated Ashe's insides, filling her womb to capacity within moments. Even when Ashe's womb was full, he continued to cum inside of her, causing his seed to leak out of her pussy around his shaft. Ashe trembled from the sensation of fullness, unable to believe Tryndamere had so much in him.

Then, finally at her limit, Ashe slumped over in Tryndamere's grip, and everything went black.

...

Ashe mumbled as she regained consciousness, her vision hazy and her hearing muffled. Slowly she opened her eyes, feeling cold stone beneath her. The sounds of battle made her snap her body up, quickly trying to get a sense of her surroundings.

She was back at her team's respawning platform.

Looking down at herself, Ashe saw that her damaged garb had been repaired, and her wounds had healed. But still, she felt intense warmth in her core. She gingerly drifted a hand down to her nethers, and yipped as her touch sent shocks through her body.

It hadn't been a dream after all.

"Enjoyed yourself?" asked a familiar voice.

Her cheeks turning red, Ashe turned away from the Yordle shopkeeper as she said, "W-What do you mean by that?"

"Oh, don't be coy, milady. It was rather good of Tryndamere to bring you back after your… jaunt together."

Ashe felt her face turn red as she realized what the shopkeeper knew. Then, in a huff, she said to him, "W-What my husband and I do together is our own business! N-Now unless you have something to sell me, you'll stay your tongue!"

"Of course, of course. Though, I always have something to sell. What will it be? Your team is waiting for your return, after all."

Ashe did her best to avoid eye contact with the Yordle as she went about her purchases.

Might seem a little soon to have Ashe/Tryn again, but I got such a good buzz for this that I couldn't let it go.

Sorry that you didn't get to see Baron get off a full tentacle scene, but don't worry, he'll get plenty of ladies all to himself. :D

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