Tiffany Blue Cosmopolitan – Sona x Renekton
Renekton was glad he had scales. And that he was cold blooded. That also helped. Yet even so, he still wanted the day to end. The sun beat down overhead, this much was established. It was why everyone was at the pool. All champions in all sorts of swimwear either tanned, or splashed, or dove or noodle fought. It was here he was the lord of the domain as he sat atop of his white wooden throne overviewing all the activities from the pool to the beach. Yet it was also the reason why the day needed to end quicker. Being so high up the sun hit him more than it hit anyone else. Closest to the sun and with his frozen water bottle melted ages ago, he sat woozily on top of the lifeguard's chair attempting to remain alert.
It also didn't help that his eyes always lay upon the women around the pool. A luxurious buffet of skin and flesh laid out for him to observe without precedent. From the scantily clad sunbathers to those in the pool with water glistening off their bodies as they played about. Want grew within him as he saw couples all around the pool. Some disappearing into the hotel, others completely blatant and open for all the world to see. It only made him want more, to sate his need. He felt the blood rush southwards but refused to let a tent grow. Everyone would see it immediately being so far up. It would be even worse if he had to get down and deal with an issue whilst having a tent. It didn't help his instincts. He had held off his croc brain for so long. He had been in control, always fighting it under but now it was rising again. He could feel the rage building inside of him. With all this supple flesh in front of him, it called for him to mate. Oh they all looked so vulnerable. So meek. What it would take to hear them scream. He would make them scream in ecstasy.
Evening eventually came around. More than once throughout the day his fellow lifeguard Taric had come and tapped him back awake. He had had more than one incident where he had also had to shout at people to stop riding the pool of water or setting off explosions in it. That helped him get his concentration back. Once Ziggs had been searched for explosives, again, there hadn't been anymore incidents other than when Garen had thrown Shyvanna into the pool. He had had to quite literally jump off his chair and dive into the pool to save her. Or so he thought. She surfaced by the time he hit the water angrily storming towards the edge. Rule breakers had to be punished and Renekton didn't want the freezing cold pool to suddenly become a Jacuzzi in the half-dragon's rage so had banned Garen from the pools for that day, making him only viable for the kids pool. It had earned a few laughs at least and he had managed to not slap him so it was a win. His anger bubbled away for most of the day as the sun caused his mind to go to sleep. He blew his whistle hard three times. The signals that all lifeguards roles were now over. Anyone who continued did it on their own responsibility.
He climbed down the white wooden throne as stretched, his massive muscled body making him considerably inflexible. He couldn't even touch his toes anymore. It wasn't exactly something he missed. He didn't save many lives by trying to touch his toes. He walked over to the bar and grabbed a bottle of water, the barman Mada nodding at him as he simply turned the bottom upside-down over his head. The water crashed over the scales sending relief through his entire body. He pulled at the hem of his trunks and dumped what remained in his crotch hoping to clean out the sweat. And cool down his want. It burned brightly within him like his rage. He grew jealous at everyone else. At the women and men all allowed to flirt. He glowered at the barman. He had seen him flirting with his girlfriend as well. Soppy idiots. He swiftly turned and started walking towards the beach.
The beach was steadily losing people as the sun started hitting the horizon. He saw Taric dismount from his lifeguard's seat. He nodded at him, he nodded back then start making his way towards the hotel. Renekton growled to himself. His reptile brain was getting harder and harder to control. He sniffed the air. The salt, the sand, the sea and sex. Lots of it. His sensitive nose wrinkled from it. Soon he would lose himself to it. He looked towards the sea. He would sit himself in the waves. He would wait till everyone had gone to the hotel. With no more prey, no more beautiful women around his reptile brain would give up for the evening. He rumbled in his throat as he stomped across the sand each step feeling heavier than the last as he fought his instincts. His mind filled with images of all the women in their swimsuits by the pool. Laughing, splashing, yelling, screaming. He sat himself down in the water. The ocean came up to his stomach soaking his trunks and his white tank top. He just prayed and hoped that no one else would be around, his mind swimming as his brain fought its losing battle with its reptile side. He sat and allowed the waves to wash over him, his clawed feet curling and uncurling. He pulled his lifeguard's white tank top off and threw it onto the beach. He was no longer responsible.
The evening sun slowly dipped below the horizon casting a pink glow over the horizon and catching the clouds with a baby pink. The giant green croc man slowly collapsed backwards into the surf, the shallow waves rippling against his head. Everyone was going inside, the melting sun becoming too much for everyone even the most lubed with sunscreen. The massive reptile turned over onto his chest and looked up the beach. It was empty. Only forgotten towels remained. Renekton pushed himself up onto his clawed feet and slowly stomped up the beach. Upon reaching a bright light blue towel he reached down, picked it up and sniffed it breathing in its scent. Sweet sweat filled his nostrils. Fresh. They had left only a couple of minutes ago. He clenched the towel in his hand and looked around. His croc brain continued its animalistic reign as it searched once again for prey. He trailed off down the beach, the towel in his hand dragging in the sand.
Renekton kept walking for several minutes till he heard something running in the sand behind him. The steps slowed as got even closer, the light panting showing they had run the entire way. He waited for them to call out to him. To ask him, he would determine whether it was male or female by the voice. They didn't call out to him. Instead he heard them moving again, closer still. Renekton tensed, ready to spring. As soon as he felt the delicate hand on his shoulder he turned and grabbed his pursuer by the neck, hoisting her off the ground. He roared in victory as in his grasp he held a long blue haired woman who looked ripe for the taking.
Sona squealed as the claw went around her neck and she found herself dangling, her feet unable to touch the sand. Her coughed as she gasped for air, the laughing croc triumphant in victory. She had only followed him to get his towel back. She had forgotten it. Having been annoyed at all the men surrounding her friend Leona she had grabbed her handbag and fled back to the hotel completely forgetting her towel. Leona had quickly chased after her but she had stormed into their room and it wasn't until they had sat down together to let out a collective sigh that she remembered her towel. Coming back to the empty beach it had disappeared but marked heavily in the sand were claw footprints and a light line like something had been dragged. She had run after Renekton, unable to call out to him since she lost her voice, to plead for her towel back but now she found herself in a much more dangerous situation than just losing her towel. She could see it in Renekton's eyes through his goggles. Reason had been thrown by the wayside as instinct rained while consciousness merely nudged it in the right direction. Her hands beat as his massive muscled arm to no effect. She might have well asked Kai'sa to teach her the banjo.
Renekton laughed as his prey pathetically struggled to escape. He squeezed the claw around her neck causing her to gasp and desperately struggle to open the claw as she struggled to breathe. He opened his hand a little. Suddenly she gulped in air like no tomorrow as her entire body seemed to heave in preparation. Sona's breasts jiggled in her outfit. She wore a simple blue string bikini that matched her hair. It struggled to contain the flesh trying to spill from every corner so she had also put on a white shirt and tied the bottom around her breasts. The large orbs of pleasure sat trying to burst out of the unbuttoned shirt. Her string bikini bottom was also in danger from the supple flesh as it, while large and not as skimpy as most he had seen, was struggling to not be seemingly swallowed by the supple flesh of her thighs and ass. Renekton growled pleasurably. He had caught a fine one for himself.
She was short, like all women were in comparison to him, but she didn't meet the standards of the long legged beauties that walked like ballerinas across the plaza. No, she was of shorter stature but seemed to have a fleshy svelte form. Her thighs were soft sculpted sponges that led up to an ass that he appraised with great respect. It was large yet not flabby. It had been worked on. She had toned it. His other hand smoothed across it, enjoying the feeling of her skin on his fingertips. His hand came round to her hips that slowly curved up to her waist. It was gentle and beautiful the curve of her body. His hand went around her waist, his thumb and fingertip not quite touching. Instead he pressed his fingertip up against her stomach. It too felt worked on, smooth and soft under his rough scales. But her breasts were a delight. Straining to burst out of the middle of the shirt he doubted that even the buttons would've contained her chest. They jiggled perfectly whenever she shook, struggling against his grip around her neck. Her face, even when scowling at him and silently screaming into the night, looked beautiful. Her long hair that had been done up in twin tails had come undone in her struggle turning it into a flowing blue river that dipped down to her waist. Her face was beautiful but Renekton didn't care. The minor details of humans the reptile brain forgot as soon as he saw them.
A long red tongue slipped out of his mouth and slowly licked around the long rows of white sharp teeth. Sona had tried screaming several times upon instinct but still her voice never came out. She struggled and kicked out as she felt a clawed hand come up, grabbing her bikini top and shirt. The beast ripped it off her as if he was ripping up leaves. She shrieked silently as the hand then went into her bikini bottom and ripped it off too. She struggled against the wild beast. Renekton was easily eight feet tall, much, much taller than her, and bristled with muscle. His thick neck only led to thicker shoulders and arms. His entire body apart from some of his front was covered in scales, the green hardened shell seemed to even be creeping over the softer exposed parts of his body. She gulped as she even looked at the muscles in the arms holding her up. His shoulders were bigger than her head. His chest, too, bulged with unrefined muscle. An easy slab of muscle that was his eight pack drew together his body keeping his exposed skin tight and tense. His thighs were covered by his massive red trunks but she saw his calves, tense, big, ready to pounce. Meandering into view was his tail that swished around behind him thoughtfully, as if he was a cat trying to think of his next move. Eyes widened as she stared closer at his trunks. They stretched outwards and she didn't need to guess what the bulge was. Her breathing became very shallow as her body realised what would happen and feared it. Renekton was a big person. She didn't even want to know about how big his cock was.
Renekton pushed her to the ground, her naked body pushing into the sand as he held her there with one hand around her neck. Sona kicked up sand and flailed about as best she could. One squeeze from Renekton around her neck warned her. She went completely still, fear filling her as it felt like he could snap her neck easier than twig. She panted heavily, her breasts shaking as she watched his face sniff her feet. She watched in dread as his face slowly sniffed up her legs steadily getting closer and closer to her crotch. She closed her eyes and pushed her head back into the sand as she felt his breath on her sensitive flesh. A single fat finger pressed against the satin curtains, threatening to penetrate the folds. Her body reacted according, the slight pressure already sending her legs tingling. She cursed to herself as her body didn't listen to her and tried desperately to not give away anything.
"Hmmmm, not wet enough," Renekton growled as he licked his finger with what little liquids she had excreted. He lowered his mouth to the small entrances and extended his tongue. The inhuman red appendage dragged up her inner thigh causing the woman to shake slightly. Renekton smiled a very toothy smile as he watched her struggle against her body's reactions. This was a good mate. Continuing up her leg until he reached the labia his tongue forcefully opened the curtains and rubbed the soft flesh. Sona gasped as the wet bumpy tongue forced aside the outer lips and licked the insides of her slit to heart-racing effect. Renekton smiled as suddenly the woman started wiggling as he ate her out. She jerked any time he 'accidentally' hit her clitoris, gasping and thrusting her pussy forwards on instinct. Renekton growled in appreciation of the liquids the hole produced. The woman writhed in taboo ecstasy as he explored her insides. The tongue pressed back against her humping. He looked up momentarily to see the woman's mouth open to release soundless moans. The croc brought her close to orgasm before pulling his tongue away. He liked the disappointed look on her face, her body betraying her.
Sona wept as her imminent climax was ripped away from her. The beast has left her lying in the sand, hand around her neck, soaked in her own sweat. She didn't want this, her stomach churned with fear as her pussy excreted so much it dripped down her and over her asshole. Renekton stood above her smiling with his hand pulling down his trunks. Sona stared at what was revealed. Fear rapidly filled her stomach but her pussy widened with want.
"Never seen a hemipenis before?" Renekton rumbled out in her ear. Two huge, red, hard cock loomed over her. They extended from what seemed to be a pouch at his crotch. Soft spines went all the way up to the base where they bulged out as if his balls were part of his cock. His hand gripped both cocks as suddenly she was lifted into the air with the ease of throwing her towel around. Sona wasn't a prude woman and had seen her fair share of cock. This though was hallucinatory. Each dick was as thick as her forearm and just as long. Her legs shook as she felt them touch her thighs. Renekton slowly lowered her till the tapered tip of one of them pressed against her entrance whilst she begged for all gods above her to not let this happen. She swallowed audibly as she felt the other cock sliding up inbetween her ass cheeks. It slowly pushed past the toned flesh of the two round orbs until it found the tight entrance it was looking for. Sona's mind reeled faster than a burning film projector as it fought for some way to get out of this situation. Her body told her to relax, whispering in her ear, her ass and pussy tingling. She gave in.
Sona screamed silently as with a massive squelch it slammed into both entrances at once and split her open. Her eyes lost focus, it was a lot of dick to take all at once. Not that Renekton cared. She was tight, much tighter than he had expected. His cocks throbbed, pulsated as his heart rate sped up. The woman was gasping for air in his grip. He watched her nipples harden as her body shook, her hips instinctively wiggling back and forth was if to get more of the cocks inside her body. Both entrances speared, he slowly pulled her off only to drop her back down on them. Her pussy and ass stretched for his cocks, unable to fit the bulbous bases; yet. The blue haired muse panted grabbing onto the hand around her neck. Renekton slammed into her again and again, her ass bouncing into his hips, her legs doing the splits as he pounded the aching pussy and asshole. Pleasure flowed through his body. The orifices were so tight it was either like they were trying to push him out; or keep him in.
The curses of her own body never stopped. Pleasure exploded through her body like firecrackers as the pain from her asshole being ripped open by the ribbed cock only pushed the pleasure further. Her ass wiggled on the two bars of titanium trying to make it go deeper. She jerked every time she went down the poles. The soft rib spikes on his cock scraped at her insides, pleasurably setting of lines of fire inside her. She could feel her stomach stretch. It was distending with every thrust. She felt utterly bloated. She struggled to breath. Air barely had any time to stay in her lungs. Her mind was going giddy. She choked as the claw around her neck tightened, her lungs heaving. Her eyes went upwards as a new sort of pleasure went through her. In her oxygen deprived mind the pleasure overwhelmed her senses. It felt like she was flying. She barely registered the thrust of the alligator as he violated both holes at once. Her mind wondered why she had been fighting this. Why had she not just given into the double dicking earlier? Her body felt so light. All other thoughts quickly disappeared other than the pleasure centre. Her hips rocked as she made herself bounce on the croc cocks. Silent moans and whimpers escaped her lips, bubbling over through her throat. Her pink pussy widened for more, the cock ravaging her insides making her produce globs of the succulent ambrosia. She coughed out spit as her body instinctually tried to keep her alive. Her mind swam in pleasure as she observed the croc man before her. Why was she not worshiping him?
The beach was completely silent apart from the loud wet slaps as the two sweaty bodies smashed together in a pleasurable embrace. Sona screamed silently as she came on the double cock. Renekton barely noticed. He was going to defile the body with his cum. She would not deny him. He pounded the slick holes relentlessly. The blue hair had begun to stick to her body. It bounced around all over the place as Renekton used her like a ragdoll, her unfocused eyes staring up into the night sky whilst her tongue hung out. He was not satisfied. It was not enough. He would have her never forget that she was nothing more than a toy! Just flesh to fuck!
Somewhere within the drowning mind of Sona she felt her back hit the sand. The pressure around her neck disappeared causing her mind to slowly unravel as her high started breaking down onto to be met with the waves of pleasure crashing into her once again. The beast continued to thrust inside her entire usually toned body jiggling. Her breasts swayed back and forth, her ass wiggled up and down on his cock. Her tongue hung out as her dainty feet were curling their toes. Her legs and arms eagle spread across the sand. Everything else was silent other than the wet sloppy slaps as pussy and ass were impaled on the massive thick cocks. They disappeared inside her to god knows where. It turned her on immensely as her body accepted him, accepted all of him, her gash hungrily milking him to fill her full of his cum. Her broken mind squealed as she felt him twitch. Renekton roared above her, excitement filling her body as quickly as the pressure from pleasure rose again.
Suddenly the beast dropped his entire body on her. Sona gasped in utter delight as her entire body was crushed by his into the sand. Fear filled her as the weight of his body terrified her, completely unable to move her arms and legs. Her body spasmed in delight, the unescapable feeling of being crushed. Her mind flew off again and she stopped silently screaming. Another orgasm hit her, washing over her as the cocks inside her erupted.
Renekton came. He sheathed himself entirely in the abused holes and unloaded. It had been oh so long. His orgasm never stopped as his cock never stopped discharging. His weight on the woman stopped her insides from expanding so the cum spurted out the sides of where they were connected, pooling on the sand below her ass. Sona was completely out of it, her mind broken. The reptile brain of his roared in satisfaction only for the woman to black out. She had broken to a mere thirty minutes of sex. His cocks throbbed inside her until eventually they stopped producing the white fluid, her insides having been completely stretched to accommodate his girth. He growled, his cocks slowly sliding out of the slack holes. He was proud that he had broken her. The monster that had completely destroyed her. She would no longer be able to continue without thinking of him.
Renekton pushed himself up from the sand, with barely another look at the shattered woman below him. He turned on heel and walked down the beach with his red trunks still lying next to Sona.
His reptile brain growled. It wasn't horny anymore.
It was hungry.