Two stories in one post. The first one is a fairly dark lemon imo. The second story that starts after the author note is a fluffy and humorous Yuri piece like a fairytail with the same champions. This story is rated M for some sexual themes in the first story and the intentional destruction of some fairy tales.
Tags: Shyvana, Dragonslayer Fiora, Yuri, Smut, Could it be tagged with fantasy when Valoran is already filled with dragons, knights and spider-wizards?
Shyvana growls in warning when the wretched Dragonslayer abruptly enters her lair hidden in the heart of the high Misty Mountains. The humanoid dragoness snorts, releasing a few whiffs of black smoke from her nostrils as narrowed golden orbs wander across the form of the unexpected invader.
This wretched hunter was an audacious one, Shyvana quickly notes. The Half-dragon's angry glare silently examining the lone figure that's wrapped in torn cream-colored rags with a few pieces of leather armor made from dark-brownish drakeskin peeking out from the shredded and scorched ragtag assortment of cloths, that's forming the vile hunter's dirty clothes. The pale purple dragoness inevitably snarls when she spots the grimly trophies procured by her dead kin, her infuriated glare instantly darting towards the man's calm sky blue eyes. The only feature of the Dragonslayer other that his black and red dichromatic hair that isn't concealed by the bloodstained rags that are coiled around his face or the pitiful remains of Shyvana's unknown, slain brethren.
"I will dance in your ashes!" Ominously growls the enraged dragoness, but the murderous stranger merely stares at Shyvana from between the weathered barrier of his hood and the assortment of cloths covering the lower parts of his face. He then produces a rapier made of sharpened dragon bone and the pale purple female feels the last shreds of her sanity slipping away as she instantly transforms into her true draconic form and lunges towards the despicable human butcher.
0000
*Roar*
The defeated body of the arrogant Dragonslayer painfully slams against the hard wall of the cave, the bone rapier finally torn away from his powerless fingers as the cloaked figure struggles to lift itself from the ground that's littered with the gold coins and valuable treasures that the pale dragoness has gathered throughout her long lifetime.
*Cough*
The wretched Dragonslayer makes as if to weakly grab his discarded weapon only for a now humanoid hand to roughly grab his dirty hood and slam his head against the stone wall of the cave. Shyvana kicks the macabre weapon away from her downed foe as the human hunter's vision is suddenly being engulfed by black flickering spots and swirling blurry colors.
"Serves you right for messing with my mighty kin."
"…"
Sky blue eyes merely glare at the pale dragoness' narrowed golden ones as Shyvana absentmindedly wipes a bit of blood from the side of her ruby lips before she silently glances at her smudged scarlet digits in clear agitation.
This human was strong, the Half-dragon grudgingly admits to herself. He might not possess the sheer strength or the impressive bulk of other Dragonhunters that Shyvana had fought with in the past, but the cloaked warrior had proven both precise and quick on his feet and Shyvana had almost sustained some lethal injuries even while using her more sturdy true draconic form in their short rumble.
The dazed defeated assassin is still attempting to stand up and so the Half-Dragon decides to once again slam the poor man's head again the cave's wall and wrap a hand around his neck for good measure. Shyvana's once fiery golden orbs now instantly becoming cold chips of Freljordian True Ice as the victorious female dragon angrily glares down at her collapsed kin-killer.
"You aren't going anywhere, Murderer. You suddenly barged in my home and tried to kill me in cold blood and now you will have to suffer the consequences of your actions."
"..."
Shyvana growls once more when the defeated Dragonslayer blatantly refuses to retort to her taunts, but just continues staring at her with those angry scorned blue eyes. The Half-Dragon's hold around her opponent's neck suddenly tightens then as Shyvana starts slowly applying more and more pressure, her once iron grip gradually becoming borderline crushing until the poor wounded man is choking and coughing, and his azure-colored orbs are soon welling up with tears due to his slow suffocation.
Two gloved hands hopelessly attempt to pry the dragoness' hands away from the hunter's neck and Shyvana smiles a cruel smile before she lazily releases her captive's now sore throat.
"Make no mistake little man, I will kill you. But first you will have to suffer for your crimes against dragonkind."
Golden orbs abruptly zero in on the stranger's treated drakeskin and a scarlet gauntlet swiftly grasps the doomed man's bloodstained leather armor.
"I will be taking this back stranger. Murderers such as yourself don't deserve to wear the scales of my proud brethren after all." Shyvana states before she violently strips the drakeskin from the assassin's eerily quiet form and the surprised Half-Dragon pauses when the milky fair skin of her defeated foe and her feminine assets are suddenly revealed with the removal of the injured savage's grimly draconic garments.
"You…"
The dark cloth concealing the wounded Dragonslayer's identity is hastily removed by an armored pale hand and Shyvana blinks in surprise when she unexpectedly finds herself under the scorching hot glare of a fair-skinned blue-blooded Demacian beauty. The mighty dragoness stares fixedly at the Grand Duelist's powerless form, her expensive lace undergarments and her prey's womanly curves. And the Demacia noblewoman abruptly finds herself feeling uncomfortable when her failed hunt's golden eyes are finally focused back on her rapidly coloring visage.
"This doesn't change a thing, vile huntress. I am still going to punish you and torment you for what you have done to my kind."
The defenseless Dragonslayer shudders as she powerlessly glares at the victorious Half-Dragon, Shyvana's expression resembling an angry mask carved from stone.
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Some days later.
"Gggnn!" Pants Fiora as the dragoness' pale purple hands deftly keep moving between the defeated Dragonslayer's legs, the image of the fallen noblewoman's nude and sweaty body being reflected by the golden ornate mirror the Half-Dragon was using to crush Fiora's form between her own nude body and the Grand Duelist's sweat-drenched reflection.
A light purple palm suddenly grabs a handful of the squirming huntress' black and crimson locks and forces the captured noblewoman to look straight at her very own blurry sky blue eyes inside the golden mirror. Fiora's frantic breathing fogs the surface of the misty surface around the duelist's nose and lips, but Shyvana still refuses to release her panting quarry.
Restrained behind her back the Grand Duelist's fists tighten as the Demacian blueblood fruitlessly attempts to untie the leather bindings on her wrists one last time.
"Just look at yourself Dragon Slayer." The purple draconic woman whispers as she breathes out against one of Fiora's red cheeks, Shyvana's cruel digits relentlessly curling up and uncurling inside the panting woman's core in almost perfect synch with the twitching blueblood's frantic and thundering heartbeat.
"…"
"How does it feel to be the hunted for once? How do you like it being a mighty dragon's defenseless prey?"
Shyvana suddenly pulls the duelist's feverish face away from the sweaty mirror so the other woman can lay eyes on her nude and panting, squirming form. The cruel fingers inside Fiora abruptly curling up and the restrained Dragonslayer instantly screams something unintelligible as the huntress' body starts writhing against the chest of the fierce female purple dragon.
"…!"
"Are you enjoying this perhaps?"
There is no intelligible reply coming from the panting Dragonslayer. Fiora merely produces a few choked moans and then grits her teeth when the dragoness lies down on the carpet of ancient coins and uses her pale legs and an arm to keep the thighs of the feverish duelist spread wide open. Sky blue orbs meet golden ones through the reflection of the ornate golden mirror and the Demacian woman's face flushes an even brighter shade of red after glimpsing at their current position.
"You are never going to harm another innocent dragon ever again, little hunter." Mutters Shyvana in a harsh and authoritative tone of voice, her fingers still playing with her captured assassin's parted flower petals.
The mute duelist just continues panting, attempting to regain her breathing as the dragoness' angry caresses seemingly mellows and slows down.
It had taken Shyvana quite a while to realize the reason for her quarry's complete silence and her adamant refusal to answer the dragon's various questions, but now the pale purple female knew that the dishonored noblewoman was incapable of normal speech and most sounds other than gurgles, moans and the occasional angry grunt. Shyvana frequently wondered if that had something to do with the reason the gorgeous noble had picked that particular profession of all things. That would at least explain the huntress' animosity towards the Half-Dragon's majestic kind.
"You are now just another treasure in this room you heinous brute, another sculpture or trinket, a trophy of my victory against humanity's monstrous blight. Look at you now, a simple toy for a mighty dragon such as myself. Was it worth it to hunt down my kind you savage?" Shyvana growls as she suddenly pushes the feverish Dragonslayer back against the mirror's wall while roughly attacking the core of her living trophy. The Half-Dragon's warm pale purple body abruptly trapping that of the fair-skinned noblewoman against her own reflection as Fiora finally climaxes with her ruby lips parted and her eyesight hazy and unfocused, her hot ragged breathing ghosting over the shaky image of her own facial features.
"GGGggHHhnnnn! Gggh…! Hnnn!"
Shyvana patiently waits for Fiora to catch her breath, her fingers still gently stroking the female noble's oozing flower. The Grand Duelist shivers as Fiora almost collapses on top of her exotic tormentor.
"Tsk"
The peeved dragoness grumbles, fairly certain that the damn Dragonslayer has splashed her feminine nectar all over her coins and the lower part of her precious ornate mirror. Never mind that, Shyvana will just make the defeated noblewoman lick everything clean later when she is done punishing the huntress.
A feral growl abruptly escapes from the Half-Dragon's chest after Shyvana uses one strong but cruel hand to turn Fiora's face to the side and captures the duelist's lips with her own in a display of both possessiveness and as a clear sign of her draconic dominance over the breathless heinous assassin. But the pale dragoness is once again mildly surprised when Fiora reluctantly kisses her back as sky blue orbs defiantly meet her shiny golden inhuman eyes.
There is no hate or immense despair hidden in the dark beautiful depths of the defeated Dragonslayer's azure gaze, but there is definitely something else lurking inside those determined sky blue irises. Something fierce, something different, and yet something much more tender than anything Shyvana has ever witnessed before. And so the mighty dragoness unexpectedly finds herself holding the Grand Duelist just a bit gentler than before as her almost would-be assassin resumes kissing her softly.
Long, long notes about an unused plot and some story ideas: I usually like taking a more yolo approach in my stories, but sometimes I like trying my hand on different genres like smut, spiritual or simply parodies. Fiora and Shyvana, there are so many settings that can work with this pair.
I had initially started writing a story about how Fiora joined an expedition to the Freljord in order to escape the chaos and the political backlash caused by her killing her father. Our heroes are asked to defeat the evil Frost Dragon that terrorizes the villages. Fiora gets lost in a snowstorm or an avalanche and Shyvana saves her. But it was all a misunderstanding you see, Shyvana is peaceful and the Freljordian villagers simply fear her because of her scary appearance. They even send her brides as sacrifices! Shyv assumes that Fiora is her new bride (the brides usually run away after a while.) because of her uncommon duelist attire and Shyv starts showing Fi her affection hoping to finally make a friend and stop being so lonely, leaving alone in the mountains. Meanwhile the rest of the Demacian party thinks that Fi has been eaten and so the party scales the mountains in order to get revenge on the evil Frost dragon and slay poor Shyvana.
But that plot needed a whole series instead of an oneshot. I then remembered that almost half of the Demacians have a Dragonslayer skin and I thought, If Braum can become one just by carrying a shield, why can't Fiora, right? And so a Vayne-ish angsty version of Fiora was born where Fi is a lone hunter of dragons after Sol accidentally sneezed near her family's manor or something. I didn't ponder too much over the reason that Fiora is mute, I thought that it suited the lone wolf character and so I left it on Fi's vocal cords possibly getting damaged by smoke and extremely hot air or something during the tragedy. There was also a humorous idea/explanation I didn't include where a naïve Shyvana was sleeping with the huntress in order to use Fiora to repopulate her kind. A dragon leaves to find their own lair at a fairly young age and so poor Shyv doesn't quite understand the general rules of reproduction or that two females can't have an egg in her case. So Fiora's punishment is to help Shyv restore the numbers of dragonkind indefinitely.
Here's another much more lighthearted plot bunny featuring Fiora and Shyv and fairy tale mechanics and stereotypes:
"Do you see those humans having a picnic over there my little sweet scale?" The ancient dragon king attempts to whispers in a rough voice like shifting gravel and Shyvana frantically nods her head from her hiding spot between the bushes. Her father being the cunning dragon that he was had ripped a few trees from the nearby forest to use as his own means of concealment.
"Good, go grab one of them and then we will take them back to your tower. You're finally of age now my Sweet Scale, and every dragon that's worth their fire needs to kidnap a princess after reaching adulthood! Try to threaten her if she has the gall to deny your kind offer! I will be watching you from over here in case you need me."
The young dragoness salutes, determined to make her papa proud Shyvana darts from her cover and wraps her arms around a random unsuspecting noblewoman.
"I got you!" Exclaims Shyvana and a very confused Fiora merely blinks as the strange pale purple girl starts dragging her towards the nearby bushes. The Grand Duelist's family casually observing the weird spectacle taking place before them with raised eyebrows and amused expressions plastered on their faces.
Their Fiora was the Grand Duelist of course, so there was no way she was going to lose to the mysterious scaly female.
A few surprised heads perk up when suddenly a voice like crumbling hilltops starts shout-whispering, "Good, now threaten her, Shyvy! Draconic etiquette is really important!" from the direction of the upside-down trees near the bushes. Wait why are the roots of those trees even facing upwards instead of downwards and why in Jarvan's sweet pious name are they also happily humming in approval?
Shyvana hurriedly nods her head as she turns around to lock eyes with her visibly puzzled quarry.
"I am going to eat you!" Growls Shyvana in a tone much like drunk menacing, stumbling newborn puppies and Fiora's face instantly heats up when her family starts murmuring things like "Attagirl!" and "How indecent!" from somewhere behind them. Shyvana examines her prey's face for a second or two and then pouts cutely when the blue-blooded woman fails to show any signs of sheer terror and imminent panic.
The purple dragoness' bottom lip starts trembling as Shyvana's golden eyes abruptly return back to the obviously humming and shifting upside-down trees of the vast green forest.
"Papa it isn't working! This human girl wants to be eaten by me!" Suddenly shouts the young dragoness and Fiora's face reddens immensely when the Grand Duelist grudgingly acknowledges that there is some shred of truth hidden in the strange woman's indignant yelling.
"Maybe she is just really, really depressed Shyv!" Answers the sea of shifting uprooted trees in a voice much like a scorching roaring inferno. "Try to brighten her mood, my sweet scale, but be firm and commanding while interacting with your quarry! I've heard that humans can actually smell a dragon's fear!"
The majority of the gathered wealthy Demacians stare fixedly at the sea of moving trees after hearing that last bizarre statement in particular.
"Yes papa!" Shyvana seriously salutes with the pale purple arm that isn't currently wrapped around the Grand Duelist's waist and the young dragoness smiles toothily at Fiora as she turns to gaze at the presently quiet noblewoman's blushing red face.
"Don't worry human girl! I am a very good playmate and I have a lot of adult toys we can play with when we get back at the tower!"
Shyvana just loved playing with the burned pieces of armor and the shattered swords that littered the ground near the entrance to her father's tower after all! And judging by the human princess' wide-eyed reaction and the small encouraging squeeze of her palm her prey also quite enjoyed playing dragons and knights!
Excellent! And just wait until Shyvana showed the noblewoman her world-famous weird stone collection! The dragoness just knew the two of them were going to quickly become besties!
Meanwhile the ancient dragon king hidden behind the upside-down trees shivers as he abruptly feels a horrifying chill run down his gargantuan spine. The Dragon King's golden eyes narrow, now why does he suddenly feel as if he is about to meet his beloved Shyvana's nest partner?
"Papa! Papa! Look I've captured my first human princess!"
The ancient dragon smiles affectionate at his cute little scale, but the smile suddenly freezes on the Dragon King's face when he suddenly spots the way the vile human female is holding the hand of his precious innocent little dragy. And also the maddening blush marring the human girl's happy face…
"Denied! Quickly return it back! Send her back Shyv! Pick another one, this one is obviously broken!"
The resulting pout produced by Shyvana is almost strong enough to break the powerful dragon's thick scarlet scales.
"Buuuuut daaaad! Fiora here has already promised to wrestle with me every night and even bring some of her favorite adult toys with her so the two of us can play together!"
Wise golden eyes instantly widen.
"Back! Back! Send it back! Send it back right now! This perverted woman is a no-no my precious little talon!" Hurriedly roars the ancient dragon king and that only serves to make Shyvana cling to the presently glaring Fiora even harder.
"No! She is mine now! I found Fiora first and so I'm keeping her!"
"She is keeping me." Instantly agrees the visibly smug Grand Duelist and then she slyly winks at the ancient creature before her that is apparently having a panic attack all the while he keeps murmuring something about a small talon and a sweet beloved pair of scales. Fiora makes a show of casually wrapping an arm around the perplexed dragoness' waist.
"Come on, Shyv. I want to see my new room and it looks like you father really wants to be left alone right now."
"Oh? Oh! Ok, bye dad! Fiora and I will be wrestling in my bedroom if you need us!"
The Dragon King whimpers as he watches his little dragonling go. Shyvanaaaa...
An equally tired man then approaches the mournful giant from the bushes and tiredly pats one of the gargantuan King's colossal talons comfortingly.
"I know." The Grand Duelist's father lowly whispers from beside the visibly solemn Dragon King. "Fiora is just… You know between you and me sometimes I swear that that girl is going to be the death of me one day."
…
…
"Gather your armies and sharpen your swords you pitiful man, because I swear that I am going to burn down your entire nation if your vile hellspawn even attempts to corrupt my sweet and innocent little scaly baby."
Ps: And now I want you to kindly pay attention to the title of the chapter and carefully think of the meaning of the first word in relation to the contents of the story. Wow, I am spreading more corruption than Varus today.