The peaceful quiet of the Navori Placidium's gardens was incredibly conducive to countless things, whilst also being in a constant contraction with itself, which contradiction allowed it, and those who ventured within it for whatever goal, as long as it was peaceful, to transcend it and grow. That growth was the primary reason for Riven's being here.
The Exile did enjoy the occasional rustle of leaves and grass, as well as the songs of the birds who chirped excitedly, as she enjoyed the absence of the sounds of civilization, but she truly craved development. That was an incredibly important thing, partially because of the shattering that had occurred in her life, leaving her lesser than she had been. Thus, she needed to find a way to rediscover herself, to recover from that great blow upon her being… And grow.
Even though this pseudo-enlightenment was her goal, she could not truly distance herself from the ordinary things of life. Adjusting her clothes as best she could, for they were almost always uncomfortable, due to the size of her endowment, Riven strode through the gardens, headed for the area she frequented. The discomfort was not something that would make her wish she was not as hung as she was, nor was it something that could take away from the immense pleasure she felt at just knowing that what she packed between her legs was greater than any man's package.
Those thoughts clearly indicated that she was no holy person. She could pass off for a monk, visually, though it would be a weird one, even if it was not her intention. White hair, unusual for one as young as her, held by a band in a loose, and quite unruly, bun, framed her scarred face. Eyes outlined with heavy black circles, giving her the appearance of a raccoon, further contributed to whatever look she was going for.
In truth, Riven was not going for any particular look. Perhaps the way she styled herself was meant to indicate the great sorrows she had gone through, to emphasize the immense pain of losing her own life. Regardless, the nearly torn clothes she wore, which were more reminiscent of rags than real clothing, were indicative of some great period of strife that had come and gone. The many cut marks, at least, guaranteed that this would be known.
There was more that attested to her prowess in battle, and the fact that she had engaged in it up until recently. Towering over almost every other person she had encountered, Riven was not just tall - she was gigantic - and her body was, essentially, a well oiled collection of toned muscles that bulged so unnervingly, for those who did not know how the human body worked, that they seemed as though they had a mind of their own.
Simply walking led to striations to occur over the exposed parts of her legs - mostly her upper calves and lower-to-mid thighs. Conversely, even though her body was more muscular than that of any man, even the fabled Sion, she also possessed incredible femininity. An hourglass figure, characterized by a thin waist framed by spectacularly grand chest and mouth-wateringly wide hips, was the least of it.
Passing by the many small, tranquil pools of water in the Placidium, Riven was allowed the opportunity to look at herself. No matter how scarred and how downtrodden she was, her face was always far more gentle and fair than would be reasonable for one of her physical build, which contradiction only appeared to give her more strength, as it was one she constantly overcame by simply being.
Another thing she needed to overcome was the constant flow of pre-cum that slathered her feet, if she was not careful, and left a snail-esque trail on the ground as she walked. That was not achieved by itself, so she needed to actively dedicate time and effort to it.
However, upon reaching the entrance to the garden section she was headed for, she was greeted by a sight that was not meant to be present. The gentle greens and warm reds of the flora were as wondrous as always, dotted with enchanting specks of blue every now and then, but the human form in the middle was definitely not expected.
A raven-haired beauty, quite tall, but still around a fifth shorter than Riven, was dancing to a silent, ephemeral tune. Balancing on heels that gave her at least ten inches of extra height, the lithe, athletic dame was astoundingly appealing.
One look was all it would take for a normal individual to conclude that she was sexy. For Riven, that was obvious even before she had properly managed to take note of her appearance. Her humongous rear, moving enticingly in her dance, was so ludicrously big that each of her buttcheeks could, easily, fit her head in it thrice, maybe four times.
The way the skin-tight suit held onto the copious amounts of ass-flesh, the way it squeezed and perfected the outline, was outstanding. If that was all, Riven might have been able to look past and seek another garden in which to meditate, but this was only a single aspect of the whole.
The green-eyed Ionian woman's movements made her melon-sized breasts jiggle, their appeal more than enough to fill the Exile's mouth with saliva. The tightness of the suit that embraced the raven-haired dame's frame only made them look firmer, fuller, better, and Riven was ready to approach.
However, what was most impressive, was the presence of a fat cock that bulged out of her suit. It was shoved in one of the pant legs, reaching past her knee, almost halfway to her ankles. How she could move with as much grace as she exhibited while being encumbered by that trouser snake was beyond Riven, though what truly caught the white-haired woman's attention were the balls.
The Ionian babe had colossal testicles - naturally, not bigger than those of the horny observer, but still impressive in size - which looked as though they were so snugly packed in her pants that the wrong movement could instill great discomfort, or even pain. Each bigger than a melon, they were, without a doubt, full of hot, virile cum.
Irelia noticed the newcomer quite late - as she had been taken by her meditative dance with her blades - so when the hulking, white-haired woman, whose cock almost dragged on the ground, and whose balls totally eclipsed her own, reaching well past her knees, started walking towards her, she did not know how to react.
Riven's approach had, initially, been only meant as a means of getting close enough to this Ionian beauty so that they could speak normally. However, that intent had been melted into nothingness by the overwhelming lust that had taken over the Exile. Normally, she came to meditate as a means of calming herself down, which included, and was largely limited to, her cock.
So violently horny was she, perpetually, that only while in the depths of proper meditation, did her urethra not constantly leak pre-cum. Only then did she manage to suppress her desires to such an extent that she could allow herself to think about something else, or be at peace - because craving anything was never a good feeling, and it left one in constant unease.
Had she not lain eyes upon that humongous ass, that bountiful bosom, those sharp, magnificently wondrous features and the bulging testes, Riven would have been able to sit down, cross her legs and breathe, she would have felt the cool waters of serenity wash over her gently and calm her. However, having beheld the piece of fuckable meat before herself, attached to a mighty-fine woman, another liquid had washed over her.
Feet sticky with pre-cum, the Exile's cock was stiffening as she closed the distance between herself and the dancer, whose dance had come to a halt. Her eyes had widened slightly, but only as much as they would have in a situation wherein one was confused or uncertain. Irelia's eyebrows had also taken on a position that indicated befuddlement.
"Hello," she started, her voice pleasant to the ear and also stern in a very intoxicating manner. Riven, who had already felt the waves of her desire crashing against her, making her hot beyond reason, found that sound to act like a set of red-hot metal pipes in the proverbial water that splashed her, raising its metaphorical temperature to boiling.
Irelia could not help herself. She could see all of this mountainous dame, and while the frame that seemed as though it had been chiseled in the side of a boulder and had come to life was appealing, the Ionian's eyes were drawn to something else. The damp garments were such in a specific manner, indicating that it was exactly what she thought it was.
The liquid pouring through the darkened spot was thick, viscous and clearly sticky. The hose that produced it was so big, so long, that it could easily be mistaken for a third leg - in fact, it was thicker than an ordinary person's leg. Compared to the white-haired woman's own lower limbs, however, it was somewhat modest in girth.
She licked her lips, without realizing it. That analogy she had made, with the boulder, was less and less proper. The massive gonads that this colossal woman sported were as big as boulders, so it could not be that the newcomer was chiseled out of a boulder, no. She had been cut out of the side of a mountain, clearly… And she was very, very sexy.
"Who are yo–"
The Exile did not allow the raven-haired woman to finish her question. As soon as she was within striking distance, which was a monstrously large radius of three meters, Riven lunged towards Irelia. The latter, whose own nethers had caught on fire, failed to react in time.
Tackling someone two times smaller than her was easy. What was a bit more challenging was doing so without hurting the target, but Riven was skilled enough to be able to avoid messing up. Her arms wrapped around Irelia's comparatively thin waist, feeling the hardness of her frame - no matter how lithe, the raven-haired woman was more than a bit athletic - and she was on top of her.
No time was wasted. The Exile knew what she wanted, and she wanted it now. Keeping the Ionian beneath herself, she grasped at the skin-tight bodysuit and pulled. The fabric, no matter how high its quality, was not going to be able to withstand the combined assault from both Riven's monstrous strength and the insane pressure applied by the bulging cock and balls beneath it.
Irelia's schlong popped out. The sensation of her member getting whipped out was invigorating, which, coupled with the rush of adrenaline she had gotten from the tackle, contributed to making her get even hornier. Already, she was aroused enough to sport a half-chub, though her clothes had managed to keep her cock in check.
Now that they were no longer around, she felt her meat scepter throbbing. Violent pulsations wracked her member, as blood rushed to fill it up, and the already massive penis started engorging.
Riven, more than happy with the position the two had wound up in, was eagerly looking at Irelia's cock, observing its growth and taking in the sight. The veins grew more and more pronounced, and it visibly grew stiffer, the foreskin peeling itself back on its own. Licking her lips, the Noxian took hold of it by the base and started jerking her willing victim off.
"Oh–" Irelia gasped as the strong hands wrapped around her member and squeezed. This was not the standard way of approaching someone, even if one wanted sex, but the Ionian found herself totally unbothered by it. In fact, the assertiveness displayed by her newfound partner was so overwhelming and new, that it excited her greatly.
Without delay, Riven guided the taut glans towards her mouth and, pursing her lips, kissed the tip. Irelia's pre-cum production was nowhere near as intense as that of the Noxian woman, but the intensity of the situation, and the sudden explosion of stimulation, had led her cock to leak. Barely oozing out of her urethra, the sticky, salty liquid prompted Riven to hurry.
Lips parting, she took in the raven-haired futa's tip. Irelia threw her head back and let out a moan. It was not just a blowjob. Riven was sucking intensely, and with the capacity of her lungs, the vacuum in her mouth was stronger than anything Irelia would have previously experienced. Not only that, but the Noxian was using her tongue to goad her partner into ejaculating, pushing its tip against the underside of the Ionian's turgid glans.
While Irelia gasped and moaned, Riven found herself moaning onto her partner's cock. Hands sliding downwards, she started playing with her partner's big balls. Kneading the scrotum like dough, massaging the testes with the perfect amount of force, she did not need to do much before the churning of cum within them became tangible.
"By the– Oooh this is so good!" The expression on Irelia's face was priceless. Mouth ajar, but not agape, eyes simultaneously narrowed and widened, on account of the way her brows had risen along her forehead. Desire burned within her green eyes, the flame kindled not only by Riven's ministrations, but also by the latent energies of the Placidium.
Her churning testicles felt heavier. That was only initial, though, as the added weight was a precursor to an increase in the pressure felt. The Noxian's massage was not rough, by any means, nor was Irelia getting close to ejaculating, yet her balls felt as though they were going to explode.
Tingles ran up her spine, urging her to throw her head back, to let out a sound, louder and more cathartic, as a means of dissipating this energy, and so she heightened the volume of her moans.
Riven was the one who noticed the swelling of her partner's balls first. She had felt the increase in weight, but had attributed it to a relaxation of Irelia's pelvic floor muscles. Now that the pushback from her testicles became more pronounced, the white-haired woman ceased her movements, and even allowed the Ionian's cock to pop out of her mouth, so as to observe.
"What– haah" Irelia attempted to question Riven's approach, probably unaware of the growth her balls were experiencing, but the sensation was, evidently, strong enough to keep her very stimulated.
Removing her hands from the swelteringly hot gonads, which grew bigger with each passing moment, the Exile opted to make use of another tool. Seeing as her companion was so filled with lust that the energies of the Placidium were reacting to it, enhancing her virility in such an apparent manner, Riven would make sure to provoke that enhancement further.
She removed the strips holding the bandage-like straps of her upper garments, allowing them to slide down her massive chest. Irelia's eyes properly widened as she beheld the sight, which was definitely a first time for the Ionian. Not only were Riven's breasts around two times bigger than the Ionian's own melon-sized tits, but there was also a very thick coat of white chest-hair in between them.
"It's only going to get better," the white-haired futa said, acting quickly, as she, herself, was also getting more and more aroused by the activity, the Noxian grasped Irelia's cock by the base and guided it in between her mounds of flesh. It splurted pre-cum and saliva all over her chest as it slapped against the thick layer of chest-hair. Riven let go of the Ionian's meat rod, placed the palms of her hands against the outer side of her tits and smushed them into one-another.
Irelia let out a loud moan, as no matter how distant from ejaculation she felt herself to be, the energies of the Placidium, as well as the intense lust she was feeling, were making her member far more sensitive than it normally was. Not only that, but the sensation provided by Riven's boob-fuzz was so unique, at least when it came to being experienced by her member, that the Ionian faltered to the urge to bite her lip.
Not only were the Noxian's boobs humongous, they were soft and supple as well, meaning they were perfect for giving fat-cocks titfucks. In addition to that, the hairs that created that thick white film between her breasts were so fine and plentiful that they easily replicated the feeling of petting a chinchilla. That overwhelming gentleness, coupled with the intensity of the pressure enveloping the entirety of Irelia's penis, was bound to get her into a far hornier state.
"By the– aah–" the Ionian tried saying something, but the pleasure was clearly making it hard to put her thoughts into words. Her balls were normally bigger than her breasts, if only slightly, but currently they were discernibly grander than them. On top of that, the feeling she was getting from them was unlike anything else.
Sure, sometimes, whenever going through a particularly powerful ejaculation, after a lengthy period of abstinence from masturbation or sex, she had experienced a quivering of the testicles, but what was currently happening to her was more than just a quiver. They were churning, as though the thick, gooey cream within them was undergoing proliferation of such magnitude that the gonads themselves were getting bigger. At the same time, however, her scrotum seemed to grow in capacity, maintaining the proportions normally present.
"You like that a lot, don't you?" teased Riven, moving herself up and down along Irelia's shaft, her tits rubbing the vascular meat pole with enough intensity to peel a banana. Fortunately, the Ionian was tough, and her cock was as hard as rock. Her balls were getting bigger, and the Noxian could almost swear that her phallus' tip had not reached as far as it did now.
"Yes– ooh–" managed Irelia, finally finding something to do with her hands, which had so far been hopelessly grasping at streaks of grass on the ground. As she grabbed her tits and pinched her nipples mercilessly, the Ionian gasped and groaned, her cock feeling way more engorged than before. It almost hurt to be this erect, yet it did feel incredibly good. She added, "I do!"
Riven's smile only grew wider as she kept moving her tits up and down along Irelia's turgid shaft. She alternated the motions, enjoying every pulsation that rocked the entirety of Irelia's member and, by extension, her body. As it turns out, she was enjoying it too much, as her own cock had gotten fully erect, straining against her pants in a manner that was so uncomfortable that it bordered on pain.
"Good," stated the Noxian as she abruptly stopped, getting up and tearing what remained of her garments off of herself. Her massive schlong flopped about wildly, finally free of the meager constraints, easily surpassing a meter in length. "Then get up!"
Irelia, a bit surprised by the sudden cessation and the command, was about to do so, though the added weight of her impressively swollen ball sack made that task a bit more challenging than normal. In addition, all the blood that had rushed into her cock would definitely leave her dizzy, in the event that she stood up too quickly.
Riven was not patient enough to wait for that, so she just bent over, grabbed Irelia and stood her up. Their cocks collided for a moment, sending shivers of pure ecstasy through the Exlie's body, but she knew there was more to come, so she did not tarry. Pushing Irelia up against one of the colossal trees, Riven grasped the Ionian's shaft and turned around, bending over.
She was almost giddy with excitement. It had been quite a while since she had last gotten fucked by anyone anywhere near as hung as this raven-haired futa, and her lust was getting amplified by the energies of the Placidium, so she could barely wait. Before Irelia could even recover from seeing black circles, her glans was prodding against Riven's wet pussy lips, which hungrily opened up for the engorged tip of her cock and threatened to swallow it up almost immediately.
The Noxian did not tarry. Having aligned the Ionian's meat rod with her quim, she let go of it as she pressed against it. She bit her lower lip in bliss as her pussy was speared onto Irelia's fat schlong, her pleasure only intensified by the raven-haired woman's shocked gasp.
It was long. It was girthy. It reached as far as she needed it to reach, and it was stirring her insides up perfectly. Her own cock throbbed violently as the sensation spread over her body. Her balls clenched up, a large gout of pre-cum spurted out of her gaping urethra, her pussy clenched up and she had to compose herself.
Cumming from just getting penetrated was not something she wanted to do - there was a lot more pleasure to be had in a long, drawn out ejaculation, and it was also something that was prone to keeping her satisfied, as well as calm, for a longer period of time afterwards. Fortunately, it seemed as though Irelia herself was experiencing similar challenges before herself, as she was not moving at all, only slightly shuddering in what could only be pre-orgasmic bliss.
Riven acclimated quickly, in part due to her overwhelming desire to fuck, in part due to her spectacular abilities, brought about by countless hours of training. Still, the veins of Irelia's cock pulsed with such intensity, that their presence alone was enough to spur the Noxian into action. The overwhelming desire to get stirred up thoroughly by the turgid glans was far more than one could reasonably withstand, and so, without any concern for anything, aside from getting off, she started moving.
She slammed herself onto Irelia's cock, pushing the lithe Ionian back against the tree with enough force to shatter her pelvis. Balls deep, feeling her stomach get distended by the spectacularly huge member, Riven let out a tiny moan. By comparison to Irelia's own gasp, it was barely audible.
The raven-haired woman, currently getting her member compressed by the muscular cunt of the Noxian, felt the pressure, and a measure of discomfort, but was otherwise fine. Had her behind been any smaller, there might have been unfortunate consequences to her being slammed into repeatedly, but the size of her rump was so spectacular that it effectively cushioned the impact and allowed her to enjoy the ride.
And it was a wild ride! Riven was ravenously hungry when it came to satisfying herself, and she moved quickly and intensely. Getting gut-punched by Irelia's cock, through her own initiative, got her off. She rocked back and forth, moving enough to almost get the entirety of the Ionian's member out of herself, only to then ram herself onto it again.
Her own cock was bouncing about wildly, in unison with her thrusts, and gouts of pre-cum were splashing over her tits, her chin and the ground. Irelia grabbed onto Riven's ass and seemingly tried to gain a semblance of control, or maybe she just held on for dear life, as the Noxian's movements were causing the tree behind the Ionian to shake.
The Placidium's energies kept swirling about them, infusing their bodies and affecting them in ways that only served to heighten their enjoyment of their coitus. Riven's member felt hard, so engorged with blood, that she could only compare it to the stiffness associated with her most well defined muscles, following a pump, being flexed.
As though striations were going through it, it throbbed powerfully, slapping itself against her chest, her balls clenched and unclenched constantly, and she did not need to even focus on them to tangibly feel the processes taking place within them. Her cum was building up, or at least was being enriched, in some manner. Churning was too gentle a process to use as a means of describing this, yet it was exactly that.
Doubtless, she would be able to hear it if she laid an ear against her massive testicles. Regardless, though, the weight of her cock and balls grew. Her gonads becoming denser, more tightly packed with virile cum, while her shaft expanded in length and girth. So taut it was that, was it not leaking pre-cum constantly, it would have been painful.
Alongside that, there was also another type of growth she felt. It was not certainly growth, for she could not easily notice the differences between smaller and bigger in time, but it was tangible. Her body was tensing up, her muscles - burning with a fire that she could only associate with the most amazing type of physical exertion imaginable.
Irelia was also experiencing bursts of growth. Her tongue was lolling out of her mouth, her eyes just barely stopped from glazing over, she was holding onto Riven's fantastically toned ass for dear life. Her cock was bigger, as the Noxian's already tight pussy had become even tighter, and the bulge in her stomach was more pronounced. Not only that, though, but the clapping of Riven's ass against Irelia's pelvis had become accompanied by another sound.
It was meatier, wetter and lewder, if that could be achieved. The Ionian's testicles, swollen to the point of reaching down to her knees, sagged low enough to be at a level allowing contact with Riven's fat nuts. And so, whenever the Noxian would ram herself into Irelia, impaling herself completely on her cock, their balls would slap against each other, sending waves of euphoria up along their spines.
"You're good!" Riven exclaimed, looking over her shoulder at the lurid display, put on by the Ionian futa. Irelia did not respond, whether because she was fighting back her orgasm, or because she was so short of breath that she could not muster any words, it was hard to tell. Regardless, things were absolutely phenomenal.
The Exile put a hand on her distended stomach and felt the Ionian's cock through her own flesh. That was it - that was the thing she wanted. The sheer fact her abdomen was bulging out from the size of Irelia's phallus was so lascivious, so arousing, that the Noxian found herself hard pressed to think about anything else.
Her body tensed up even more, what little remained of her clothes on her felt tighter than ever, and she could tell that it was not just a sensation. She was truly growing. As though months, even years of incredibly hard work were coalescing and getting condensed into mere moments, her frame widened. Her muscles grew in size and definition, and she involuntarily flexed every part of her body. Striations rocked through them, a display of just how marvelous her physique was, and the power that came with it additionally saddled her mind with impossibility to think.
However, she think, and she did so about something else, not just the pelasure. An overwhelming desire to get filled up with Irelia's cum. To get her womb painted white, to have the lithe futa empty her humongous balls into her, to get her ovaries assaulted by hyper-virile swimmers. She bit her lip.
"Come on!" she urged her partner on, as though it was up to Irelia to increase the intensity of the fucking, "Fuck me harder!"
Irelia was in no position to object, but she was in no position to comply. She could feel her balls clenching with more and more force following every thrust of Riven's, which indicated that, soon, she would ejaculate violently, but that was as much as she could manage. Regardless, the Noxian was moving more and more frantically, putting even more intensity into her thrusts, which essentially did mean she was getting fucked harder.
She felt it coming over her. Her cock thickening, her glans flaring up, her balls beginning to tingle in that special manner. The sensation of there being something that could no longer stay where it was, the feeling of being about to explode - Irelia grit her teeth.
"Are you cumming, daddy?" Riven moaned, only faintly aware of what she was saying. Her own cock was throbbing uncontrollably, and only by flexing her pelvic floor muscles was she able to stop herself from painting the garden white. "Come on, daddy, knock me up! Breed me!"
That appeal was loud and clear. Irelia, having been struggling to not cum, as edging an orgasm was always met with a more intense and pleasant ejaculation afterwards, found her strength completely fading. Breeding her?
The Ionian, as though possessed by that demand, leaned forward and grabbed onto Riven's waist, pulling her towards herself and pushing herself against her. That did very little, considering the immense power put into the movements of the Noxian, with each of them almost completely flattening the Ionian against the tree's trunk, but what mattered was the intention.
She could not even manage a coherent word, she just threw her head back and yowled in pure ecstasy as her cock started blasting beams of white-hot jizz into Riven. The Noxian, similarly, threw her head back, eyes rolling back into her skull, mouth wide open.
"YES!" Riven howled, her fat schlong exploding violently, lobbing a super-sonic glob of semen through its urethra, splashing over the grass. It was so thick and viscous, so hot that, if the temperature of the air had been a couple degrees lower, would have steamed.
Irelia's entire body shook as all her energy wound up redirected to just cumming. Her balls hurt from the tremendous exertion, her jizz leaked out of Riven's gorilla-grip pussy, but she kept cumming. The Noxian was also shooting out rope after rope of cream, reaching more than ten meters in distance and creating a path of white, sticky goodness.
The Ionian was taking the Exile's appeal to heart. Absolutely all the cum she could muster was getting pumped right into Riven's baby oven, and on account of just how engorged Irelia's glans was, and how tightly the Noxian's cunt was holding onto the former's cock, the latter was getting not just filled up, but bloated. So much cum found its way into her womb that her stomach, already distended by the Ionian's member, kept swelling up.
By the end of it, as Irelia, completely spent, emulated a twig snapped by the wind, bending over and falling upon Riven's back, the Exile was filled to the brim, and then some. She looked pregnant in the ninth month, and she definitely felt just as bloated, if not more, than one would feel in that moment of their life. Her arms were thicker, veins popping out as though she had just gone through a twelve hour arm work-out, though the same applied for every part of her body - her legs, her chest, her core, her lower and upper back - everything was bulging intensely as she breathed heavily, trying to recuperate.
On top of that, she was definitely pregnant.