AN: Happy Halloween! Another chapter filled with references. but as always, obvious ones. this one is shorter, but i hope you enjoy it nonetheless, should be more smooth to read since there are few changes in POV/Places
Ahri's eyes narrowed as she looked at Qiyana, sprawled out on the sofa in the lobby of LeBlanc's chateau, her legs spread wide and her barely-there g-string doing little to cover her lower labia. The fox-woman's lips curled into a sneer of disapproval as she looked at that Ixtali brat evading to work again. She approached the younger woman, her voice angry as she spoke.
"Get up, you little slut," Ahri growled, her eyes flashing with a dark, malevolent light. "You're not here to lounge around and show off your tits and ass to anyone who walks by. You're here to work, and I suggest you start working with some clients right now"
Qiyana looked up at Ahri, her eyes wide with surprise and a hint of defiance as she met the older woman's gaze. She was used to getting her way, to using her youth and her beauty to manipulate and control those around her. But Ahri was not so easily swayed, and the fox-woman's words struck a chord within Qiyana, a reminder of the true purpose of her presence in LeBlanc's chateau.
"I am working," Qiyana said, her voice pouty and petulant as she spoke. "I'm enticing the clients, drawing them in with my body. Isn't that what LeBlanc wants?"
Ahri's eyes flashed with a dangerous light as she leaned in close to Qiyana, her voice low and threatening as she spoke.
"LeBlanc wants results, you little bitch," she hissed, her words dripping with venom. "She doesn't care how you get them, as long as you do. And if you think that just sitting here spreading your legs and flaunting your tits is going to bring you money, then you're even dumber than you look."
Qiyana's face flushed with anger and embarrassment at Ahri's words. The younger woman's defiance and her arrogance had been a constant source of irritation for the fox-woman, but now, Ahri saw an opportunity to put Qiyana in her place, to remind her of the true power that lay within LeBlanc's domain.
"Well, well, well,"Ahri purred, her voice low and seductive as she leaned in close to Qiyana."It seems that our little princess is having a hard time adjusting to her new life. Perhaps a night off would do you some good."
Qiyana's eyes widened in surprise, her mouth falling open as she looked up at Ahri. She had never expected the older woman to offer her such a thing, to show her any sort of mercy or compassion.
"Y-you mean it?"Qiyana stammered, her voice filled with a mix of hope and disbelief."I can have the night off?"Ahri nodded, a slow, deliberate motion as she looked down at Qiyana, her eyes gleaming with a dark, malevolent light.
"But there's a catch,"she said, her voice low and dangerous as she spoke."You'll have to come with me and LeBlanc to the forest tonight. We have some...business to attend to, and we could use an extra set of hands."
Qiyana's face fell, her hopes of a night of freedom and relaxation dashed by Ahri's words. The thought of spending the night in the forest with LeBlanc and her dark sorcery filled her with boredom. She had always been skeptical of the old woman's powers, dismissing them as nothing more than fairy tales and myths.
"It's not exactly a free night, is it?"she muttered, her voice filled with a pouty, petulant tone as she spoke."And besides, I don't believe in all that stupid sorcery crap. The old gods are just a myth, a fairy tale told to scare little children."
Ahri's eyes flashed with a dangerous light as she looked down at Qiyana, her voice low and threatening as she spoke."Those are your options, little girl,"she hissed, her words dripping with venom."You can either come with us to the forest and witness the true power of LeBlanc's sorcery, or you can stay here and face the clients on your own. The choice is yours."
Qiyana's mind raced as she considered her options, the weight of Ahri's words settling heavily upon her shoulders. She knew that she had to make a decision, had to choose between LeBlanc's boring tea party on the forest, and the certainty of a night filled with clients anxious to buttfuck her.
And as she looked up at Ahri, her eyes filled with a mix of fear and defiance, Qiyana knew that the choice was really simple in fact.
"Fine,"she muttered, her voice barely above a whisper as she spoke."I'll go with you and LeBlanc to the forest. But I'm not going to believe in any of that stupid sorcery crap, no matter what I see."
Ahri's lips curled into a cold, cruel smile as she looked down at Qiyana, her eyes gleaming with a dark, malevolent light."We'll see about that"
As Ahri and Qiyana ventured deeper into the forest, the shadows seemed to close in around them, the darkness pressing in from all sides as the dim light of the lamp cast eerie shadows on the twisted trees and the gnarled branches that reached out like skeletal fingers. Qiyana's heart raced with each step, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps as she tried to suppress the growing sense of dread and unease that filled her chest.
With every rustle of the leaves, every snap of a twig, Qiyana flinched, her eyes darting wildly in the darkness as she searched for the source of the sound. Her imagination ran wild, conjuring up images of monstrous creatures and twisted beasts lurking just beyond the reach of the light, waiting to pounce and devour her whole.
"Hurry up, you little bitch,"Ahri hissed, her voice sharp and impatient as she pushed Qiyana forward, her hand digging into the younger woman's arm with a painful grip."We don't want to be late. LeBlanc hates it when we keep her waiting."
Qiyana stumbled forward, her feet tangling in the roots and the underbrush as she struggled to keep up with Ahri's rapid pace. The fox-woman moved with a predatory grace, her eyes gleaming in the darkness as she led them deeper and deeper into the heart of the forest.
And as they walked, Qiyana couldn't shake the feeling that they were being watched, that unseen eyes were following their every move, tracking their progress through the trees. She shuddered, wrapping her arms around herself as she tried to ward off the chill that seemed to seep into her bones, the cold tendrils of fear and uncertainty that coiled around her heart.
"What is this place?"she whispered, her voice trembling with fear as she looked around at the twisted, gnarled trees that seemed to loom over them like ancient sentinels."Where are you taking me?"
Ahri turned to look at Qiyana, her eyes gleaming with a dark, malevolent light as she smiled, a slow, deliberate motion that sent a shiver down the younger woman's spine.
"You'll see soon enough,"Ahri purred, her voice low and seductive as she spoke."Just keep walking, little girl. And try not to scream too loud when you see what's waiting for us in the heart of the forest."
Qiyana's blood ran cold at Ahri's words, her mind racing with images of dark rituals and twisted sacrifices, of ancient gods and demonic entities that lurked in the shadows, waiting to claim their next victim. She wanted to turn and run, to flee back to the safety and the familiarity of the chateau, but something held her back, some unseen force that seemed to root her to the spot, compelling her to follow Ahri deeper and deeper into the darkness.
They arrive to a glade surrounded by dark stones. Qiyana looked around the glade, her eyes widening as she took in the sight of the dark, ancient stones that surrounded them, their surfaces etched with strange symbols and runes that seemed to pulse with an otherworldly energy. In the center of the glade stood LeBlanc, her body naked beneath a flowing purple robe, her eyes gleaming with a dark, malevolent light as she looked out at Ahri and Qiyana.
"Remove your clothes,"LeBlanc commanded, her voice low and dangerous as she spoke to Qiyana."And put on these jewels. They will amplify your power and your connection to the ancient ones."
Qiyana's heart raced as she looked down at the exquisite jewels that LeBlanc had placed before her, the bracelets, the anklets, the necklace, all crafted from precious metals and adorned with glittering gemstones. She knew that she had no choice but to obey, that to refuse would only bring her pain and suffering at the hands of the sorceress.
But as she reached for the jewels, Qiyana couldn't shake the feeling of dread and unease that filled her chest, the knowledge that she was being drawn into something dark and sinister, this was another one of LeBlanc's games to show her dominance.
"Are you seriously considering killing me for your stupid ritual?"she asked, her voice trembling with fear and defiance as she looked up at LeBlanc."Do you really want to sacrifice me to your gods or whatever?"
LeBlanc laughed, a cold, cruel sound that sent a shiver down Qiyana's spine as the sorceress looked down at the younger woman, her eyes gleaming with a dark, malevolent light.
"Would you believe me if I said no?"she asked, her voice low and seductive as she spoke."Besides, you are my property, little one. I like to keep my things mostly intact."
Qiyana's face flushed with anger and humiliation as LeBlanc's words sank in, the realization that she was nothing more than a possession, a toy to be used and discarded at the sorceress's whim hitting her like a punch to the gut. She had always been proud, always been confident in her own worth and her own power. But now, faced with the cold, cruel reality of her situation, Qiyana felt a sense of helplessness and despair that threatened to consume her whole.
"I expected better from you,"she spat, her voice filled with a mix of rage and disgust as she looked up at LeBlanc."I thought you were a woman of power and influence, not some pathetic little witch playing at dark rituals and blood sacrifices."
LeBlanc's eyes flashed with a dangerous light as she looked down at Qiyana, her lips curling into a cold, cruel smile as she spoke.
"Oh, you have no idea, little girl,"she purred, her voice low and threatening as she spoke."But you will. You will see the true power that lies within these stones, the ancient magic that flows through my veins. And you will learn to fear me, to respect me, to bow down before me as your mistress"
As Qiyana reached for the jewels, as she began to adorn her body with the glittering stones, Qiyana couldn't help but wonder what horrors awaited her in the heart of the forest, what dark and twisted rituals LeBlanc had planned for her and for the ancient gods.
Qiyana stood in the center of the glade, her body adorned with the glittering jewels that LeBlanc had given her, the stones cold and heavy against her skin as they rested upon her wrists, her ankles, her neck. She shivered, not from the chill in the night air, but from the growing sense of unease and dread that filled her chest as she looked around at the ancient stones that surrounded them, their surfaces etched with strange symbols and runes that seemed to pulse with an otherworldly energy.
LeBlanc and Ahri stood on either side of her, their voices rising in a chant that echoed through the night, the words strange and guttural, speaking of ancient gods and dark rituals that Qiyana could not begin to understand. The rhythm of their chanting was hypnotic, drawing Qiyana in, making her head spin and her vision blur as she struggled to maintain her focus, to keep her wits about her in the face of the growing darkness that surrounded them.
"Old gods..."Qiyana muttered, her voice filled with a mix of disdain and disbelief as she looked up at the sky, at the stars that twinkled above them."Myths, for the weak-minded and the gullible. This is all just nonsense, a bunch of superstitious bullshit designed to control the masses."
But even as she spoke, even as she tried to convince herself that there was nothing to fear, Qiyana couldn't shake the feeling that something was happening, that the world around her was shifting and changing in ways she could not begin to comprehend. The stars above seemed to rearrange themselves, their positions shifting and realigning to form strange, alien patterns that defied all logic and reason.
And as Qiyana stared up at the sky, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and wonder, she saw something that made her blood run cold, something that sent a shiver down her spine and made her heart race with a primal terror. For a moment, just for a fleeting instant, Qiyana swore she could see a face in the stars, a vast, infinite visage that seemed to stretch across the night sky, its features shifting and changing like the sands of time, yet somehow remaining constant and eternal.
It was a face without angles or features, yet somehow Qiyana felt as if she could perceive its presence, could sense its gaze upon her, studying her, judging her, as if it could see into the very depths of her soul. And in that moment, Qiyana knew with a bone-deep certainty that the gods were real, that the ancient ones were watching, and that they had chosen her for a purpose that she could not begin to fathom.
"This is bullshit,"she whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and disbelief as she looked up at the sky, at the face that seemed to stare down at her from the heavens above."Random confluence of celestial bodies, nothing more. There's no way in hell that this is real."
But even as she spoke the words, even as she tried to convince herself that there was a rational explanation for what she was seeing, Qiyana couldn't shake the feeling that she was on the verge of something sinister and evil. Something truly dark.
Qiyana's head spun as the chanting of LeBlanc and Ahri grew louder, more insistent, the strange, guttural words washing over her in a dizzying wave of sound. She couldn't understand the language they were speaking, if it could even be called a language at all, but the intent behind their chanting was clear to her. They were inviting something, summoning something, and Qiyana had a sinking feeling that she was supposed to be the main course at this twisted feast.
Everything went dark, a suffocating blackness that seemed to swallow up the glade, the ancient stones, the twisted trees, and the stars above. Qiyana felt as if time had stopped, as if the moment was stretching out into an infinite duration, an eternity of stillness and silence that pressed down upon her from all sides. She struggled to breathe, feeling her massive breasts strain against the jewels that adorned them, the weight of the stones making it difficult to expand her chest, to draw in the air she so desperately needed.
"What kind of parlor trick is this, LeBlanc?"Qiyana demanded, her voice echoing in the unnatural silence that had descended upon the glade."Is this your idea of a joke? Some kind of sick game to mess with my head?"
But there was no response from the sorceress, no answer to Qiyana's desperate pleas. LeBlanc and Ahri continued their chanting, their voices rising in a crescendo of dark, primal power that seemed to shake the very foundations of the earth. Qiyana's heart raced, her mind spinning with a whirlwind of fear and confusion as she tried to make sense of what was happening to her.
Qiyana stood frozen in the darkness, her body trembling with a mix of fear and confusion as the strange, dark entity began to materialize before her. It was a grotesque parody of a living being, a twisted amalgamation of iron, rotted cloth, and weathered wood, its form shifting and changing like the shadows cast by a flickering flame.
"What is this?"Qiyana whispered, her voice trembling with fear as she stared at the entity, her mind racing with a whirlwind of terrifying possibilities. But the response she received was not in words, but in thoughts, in impressions that seemed to sear themselves into her mind with the force of a lightning bolt.
Fear. Despair. A god. A ghost. A corpse. A construct. The Black Crane. Fiddlesticks. The thoughts crashed over Qiyana in a dizzying wave, each one more unsettling than the last as she tried to make sense of the messages that the entity was sending her. She had always been a rational thinker, a woman who relied on logic and reason to make sense of the world around her. But faced with this dark, incomprehensible being, Qiyana felt her certainties crumbling, her beliefs and convictions shattered like glass against a stone.
"Fiddlesticks? Never heard about that" she said, trying to remain in control of her own thoughts."There is nothing there, Nothing at all."Qiyana muttered, her voice trembling with a mix of disbelief and fear as she stared at the entity, trying to convince herself that it was nothing more than a trick, a illusion created by LeBlanc's dark sorcery."Gods don't exist. I think, therefor i am. They do not, therefore they don't exist."
But even as she spoke the words, Qiyana couldn't shake the feeling that there was something deeply wrong about this entity, something that went beyond mere illusion or trickery. It was as if the very fabric of reality was being warped and twisted in its presence, the laws of physics and logic bending to accommodate its existence.
Qiyana felt the rough, cold iron hands of the entity groping her naked body, its metal fingers digging into her soft flesh as it pawed at her breasts, her ass, her pussy with a brutal, animalistic hunger. She cried out in pain and fear as the creature forced her to her knees, its strength overwhelming her own as it loomed over her, its dark form blotting out the stars above.
Qiyana gasped, her voice trembling with a mix of rage and revulsion as she struggled against the entity's iron grip."I've never seen anything so crude and insufferable in my life. You're nothing but a pile of rusted scrap metal pretending to be something more."
But even as she spoke, even as she tried to deny the entity's existence, Qiyana felt a strange, unseen force compelling her to submit, to surrender herself to its dark desires. She shuddered as what she could only interpret as the entity's cock, hard as steel and hot as a branding iron, probed at her lips, forcing its way into her mouth as she tried to turn her head away, to escape its relentless assault. "Does a god even need to have it's cock sucked? come on!"
"Nnnngghhh!"Qiyana gagged, choking on the thick, bitter taste of the entity's member as it thrust into her throat, its metal shaft scraping against her teeth and the soft flesh of her mouth. She felt the creature's hands gripping her head, holding her in place as it fucked her face with a brutal, mechanical rhythm, its hips pistoning back and forth like a well-oiled machine.
Qiyana's mind reeled with a whirlwind of dark, forbidden thoughts as the entity violated her, its cock pumping in and out of her mouth, coating her tongue and the inside of her cheeks with a thick, viscous fluid that tasted of oil and metal. She couldn't understand how something so inanimate, so utterly devoid of life or warmth, could be capable of such base, primal lust, such a depraved hunger for her flesh.
And yet, even as she struggled and fought against the entity's advances, Qiyana couldn't deny the shameful, traitorous heat that was building between her legs, the slick arousal that was gathering in her pussy as the creature used her mouth like a common whore. She hated herself for responding to its touch, for feeling anything but revulsion and disgust as the entity's iron fingers probed her most intimate places, its cold metal cock sliding in and out of her with a brutal, mechanical precision.
"This isn't happening,"Qiyana gasped, tears streaming down her face as she tried to pull away, to escape the entity's relentless assault."It's not possible. I must be dreaming. This is just a nightmare, a sick, twisted fantasy cooked up by my own mind."
But even as she spoke the words, even as she tried to convince herself that none of this was real, Qiyana couldn't ignore the dark, primal pleasure that was building inside her, the shameful ecstasy that was threatening to consume her whole as the entity fucked her mouth with a ruthless, merciless intensity.
Qiyana gagged and choked as the entity's iron cock thrust into her mouth, the rough, rusted metal scraping against her tongue and the soft flesh of her cheeks. The taste of iron was strong, almost overpowering, and for a moment she wondered if it was iron from the creature's ancient, corroded phallus, or if it was the taste of her own blood, drawn from her lips by the entity's brutal assault.
She struggled and fought, trying to turn her head away, to escape the creature's relentless fucking, but its iron hands held her in place with an unyielding grip, forcing her to submit to its dark desires. Qiyana's mind reeled with a whirlwind of dark, forbidden thoughts as the entity violated her, its cock pumping in and out of her mouth with a brutal, mechanical rhythm, its hips pistoning back and forth like a well-oiled machine.
And then, with a sudden, violent thrust, the entity's cock erupted, filling Qiyana's mouth with a thick, viscous fluid that tasted of oil, metal, and something else, something she couldn't quite place. It wasn't the sour, salty taste of cum that she had grown accustomed to, but something far more primal, more visceral. It was the taste of fear, liquid fear, pouring into her mouth and down her throat, filling her with a cold, sickening dread.
As the entity's orgasm subsided, the darkness around them began to change, shifting and swirling like a stormy sea. Qiyana's mind spun, her senses overwhelmed by the taste of fear and the relentless pounding of the entity's cock. And then, with a sudden jolt, she found herself in a familiar place, a place she had thought she would never see again.
She was back in her palace on Ixtal, the grand halls and sweeping staircases bathed in the warm, golden light of the setting sun. But something was wrong, something was off. The palace was silent, eerily still, as if it were holding its breath, waiting for something terrible to happen.
Qiyana stood frozen, her heart pounding in her chest as she tried to make sense of what was happening. How had she gotten here? What was the entity doing to her? And why did she have the sudden, overwhelming sense that she was not alone, that something dark and malevolent was watching her from the shadows?
She took a tentative step forward, her bare feet sinking into the plush carpets that lined the hallway. The air was thick with the scent of jasmine and sandalwood, the familiar smells of home, but there was something else, something rotten and decayed that made her stomach turn.
Qiyana's heart pounded in her chest as she stood before her family, her parents and sisters all gathered in the throne room, their faces twisted with mockery and scorn. She could hear their jeers and taunts echoing in her ears, their voices merging into a cacophony of hate and ridicule.
"The neverqueen!"they shouted, their voices rising in a cruel chorus."The fool! The last one!"
Qiyana wanted to scream, to shout back at them, to tell them all to go to hell, but she couldn't find her voice, couldn't make the words come out. She felt paralyzed, trapped in a nightmare from which she could not escape.
Her mother stepped forward, a look of disgust and contempt on her face as she reached out and grabbed Qiyana by the arm, her nails digging into her flesh like talons."You're a disappointment, Qiyana,"she hissed, her voice like a serpent's venom."A prodigy wasted on a temperamental brat. Thank the gods you'll never be queen."
Qiyana tried to pull away, to break free from her mother's iron grip, but it was no use. She was trapped, held in place by the weight of her own shame and failure.
Her father approached then, his eyes gleaming with a dark, twisted hunger as he grabbed Qiyana by the hips and forced her legs apart, exposing her bare pussy to the leering eyes of the court."You may be unfit to be queen,"he growled, his voice like gravel,"but you'll make a fine concubine."
And with that, he thrust himself inside her, his cock driving deep into her pussy with a brutal, merciless force. Qiyana cried out in pain and shock, her body shaking as her father pounded into her, his hips slamming against hers with a sickening rhythm.
She looked up at him, her eyes wide with horror and disbelief, and for a moment, she thought she saw the face of the entity, the dark, twisted creature that had violated her in the glade. The face of her father and the entity merged, became one, and Qiyana felt a cold, sickening dread wash over her as she realized that she was trapped, not just in this nightmare, but in a cycle of abuse and degradation that would never end.
Qiyana's body trembled as her father's cock, cold and hard as iron, thrust into her pussy with a brutal, merciless force. She cried out in pain, tears streaming down her face as the cruel metal shaft scraped against her delicate flesh, filling her with a searing agony that seemed to consume her whole.
She looked up at her father's face, but it was no longer the face of the man who had raised her, the man who was supposed to love and protect her. It was the face of the entity, the dark, twisted creature that had violated her in the glade, its eyes glowing with a malevolent hunger as it loomed over her, pinning her down with its iron hands.
"This is just an illusion,"Qiyana gasped, her voice barely a whisper as she struggled to maintain her sanity amidst the nightmare that surrounded her."Just a bad dream, a trick of LeBlanc's sorcery. There are no gods, no demons, no entities. It's all in my mind."
But even as she spoke the words, even as she tried to convince herself that none of this was real, Qiyana couldn't ignore the pain that was ripping through her body, the searing agony of the iron cock driving into her pussy with a relentless, mechanical rhythm. She could feel the cold, hard metal scraping against her most intimate places, filling her with a sickening, soul-crushing despair.
"Please,"she whimpered, her voice barely audible over the sound of her father's grunts and the lewd, wet noises of his cock pumping in and out of her."Please, stop. I can't take anymore."
But her pleas fell on deaf ears, her father's face twisting into a cruel, mocking sneer as he continued to violate her, his hips slamming against hers with a brutal, merciless force. Qiyana could feel her mind starting to fracture, the line between reality and nightmare blurring as the pain and degradation consumed her whole.
"This is not how it happened,"she gasped, her voice barely a whisper as she tried to cling to the memories of her past, the moments of joy and happiness that had once filled her life."This is not real. It's just a trick, a nightmare, a twisted fantasy cooked up by my own mind."
But even as she spoke the words, even as she tried to convince herself that none of this was real, Qiyana couldn't escape the pain, the agony, the shame and degradation that filled her with every thrust of her father's iron cock. And as she lay there, trapped and helpless beneath him, she couldn't shake the feeling that this was just the beginning, that there were worse horrors yet to come, darker chapters of her past that she would be forced to revisit and corrupt.
Qiyana felt the iron cock swell inside her, pulsing and throbbing as it pumped its dark, viscous seed deep into her womb. The moment seemed to stretch on forever, an eternity of pain and humiliation as her father, the entity, whatever it was, filled her with its vile essence.
And then, as suddenly as it had begun, it was over. The nightmare faded away, melting into the darkness like a bad dream, leaving Qiyana alone in the silence of her own mind.
But the respite was short-lived. The darkness around her shifted and changed, and Qiyana found herself in a new place, a new memory that she had tried so hard to forget. She was back on Ixtal, back in the midst of the war, the sounds of battle echoing in her ears as the Piltovian army stormed her kingdom, laying waste to everything in their path.
Qiyana remembered it all too well: the defeat, the capture, the humiliation of being sold to the pleasure houses, her body and soul laid bare for the depraved appetites of rich Piltovian men. She could still feel the rough ropes biting into her wrists and ankles as she was tied to the bed, her naked body on display for all to see.
And now, here she was again, reliving that first night, that first violation as a man approached her from behind, his face obscured by the shadows. Was it the entity? A rich Piltovian man? LeBlanc in disguise? Qiyana couldn't tell, couldn't see his face as he loomed over her, his dark, rusted phallus jutting out like a weapon, ready to claim her most intimate place.
She braced herself, her body tensing as she felt the hard, cold metal press against her asshole, stretching her tight ring of muscle with a brutal, unforgiving force. The pain was intense, searing, as the rusted phallus tore into her, ripping her apart from the inside out.
Qiyana screamed, her voice raw and ragged as it echoed through the chamber, but there was no one to hear her, no one to save her from this nightmare. She was alone, trapped in a cycle of abuse and degradation, forced to relive her darkest memories over and over again.
As the man behind her began to thrust, driving his iron cock deeper and deeper into her ass, Qiyana felt a wave of despair wash over her. This was not the way it was supposed to be. She was not meant to be a slave, a plaything for the twisted desires of others. She was a queen, a warrior, an empress in her own right.
But here, in this nightmare, in this twisted reflection of her past, she was nothing more than a pawn, a piece to be moved and manipulated by forces beyond her control. And as the man behind her continued to pound into her, his rusted phallus scraping against her raw, abused flesh, Qiyana could only close her eyes and pray for an end to this madness, an end to the pain and humiliation that seemed to consume her whole.
Qiyana's tears flowed freely now, the pain and humiliation of her past violations overwhelming her senses. She felt like she could pass out at any moment, the agony of the iron cock pounding into her ass and the memories of her suffering threatening to consume her whole.
But then, in the midst of the pain and despair, a memory surfaced, a moment from her past that she had long tried to forget. It was LeBlanc, the enigmatic sorceress who had once offered her a way out, a chance to escape the life of poverty and suffering that had been her lot since the fall of Ixtal.
"Qiyana, my dear,"LeBlanc had said, her voice like silk as she stood before the young queen, her eyes gleaming with a dark, knowing hunger."Are you satisfied with being just another Ixtali bitch, conquered and claimed by the might of Piltover? Is this the life you truly desire?"
At the time, Qiyana had been terrified, her heart pounding in her chest as she looked up at the sorceress, her mind reeling with a whirlwind of dark, forbidden thoughts. But now, as she lay there, tied to the bed and being violated by the entity, that memory took on a new meaning, a new purpose.
"If you are to be a whore,"LeBlanc had continued, her voice a seductive purr,"then at least live in luxury and comfort. Come with me, Qiyana, and I will ensure that you want for nothing. You will want for nothing, and perhaps, one day, you may even become queen again."
And now, as the entity filled her ass with its vile seed, as it pumped its dark essence into her most intimate place, Qiyana felt a spark of defiance ignite within her. She would not be a victim, not anymore. She would take control, seize her destiny, and make those who had wronged her LeBlanc
LeBlanc stood before the Black Crane, her eyes gleaming with a dark, hungry light as she gazed upon the ancient entity. The creature's form was shrouded in shadows, its features obscured by the darkness that seemed to cling to it like a second skin.
"Great one,"LeBlanc said, her voice a seductive purr as she spoke to the entity,"I come to you seeking power, seeking victory over my enemies. Grant me the strength to crush those who would dare to defy me, to make them bow before my might."
The Black Crane regarded her with inescrutable eyes, its gaze unreadable as it stared at LeBlanc from the depths of the shadows. For a moment, there was only silence, the air thick with tension as the entity seemed to consider her request.
And then, with a sudden, sharp movement, the Black Crane raised its hand, pointing one long, bony finger at LeBlanc."Power,"it muttered, its voice like the rasp of metal on stone.
LeBlanc's eyes widened, a thrill of excitement coursing through her as she realized that the entity had granted her wish, had given her the power she so desperately craved. But then, just as quickly, the Black Crane's finger shifted, pointing now at Qiyana, who stood nearby, her eyes wide with fear and confusion.
"More,"the entity hissed, its voice barely above a whisper.
LeBlanc's brow furrowed, her mind racing as she tried to decipher the creature's meaning. More power? More sacrifices? More... something?
But before she could ask, the Black Crane seemed to dissolve into the shadows, its form melting away like mist in the sunlight. LeBlanc stood there for a moment, her heart pounding in her chest as she tried to make sense of what had just happened.
And then, as suddenly as it had begun, it was over. The night was calm once more, the stars and moon shining down from the heavens above, casting their silvery light over the quiet forest.
Ahri approached LeBlanc, her eyes filled with concern as she looked at the sorceress."What did the creature mean?"she asked, her voice barely above a whisper."What did it say to you?"
LeBlanc sighed, a dark, knowing smile playing at the corners of her mouth as she turned to face her companion."If I want more power,"she said, her voice a low, dangerous purr,"I will need to make more sacrifices. The Black Crane has spoken, and I would be a fool to ignore its warning."
Ahri's eyes widened, a chill running down her spine as she realized the implications of LeBlanc's words. More sacrifices? What did that mean? What was LeBlanc planning?
But before she could ask, LeBlanc turned and walked away, her form disappearing into the shadows as she left Ahri alone in the moonlight, her mind racing with a whirlwind of dark, forbidden thoughts.
Qiyana opened her eyes, blinking against the soft glow of the moonlight that filtered through the trees. She was back in the forest, lying on the soft earth, the damp leaves and twigs pressing against her bare skin. For a moment, she felt a flicker of panic, a sudden rush of fear as the memories of her nightmares came flooding back to her.
But as she sat up, rubbing the sleep from her eyes, Qiyana realized that she felt no pain, no lingering ache from the brutal violations that had seemed so real in her dreams. It had all been a nightmare, a twisted fantasy cooked up by her own mind, a dark reflection of the horrors she had endured in the past.
As she sat up, Qiyana saw Ahri standing nearby, the fox girl's eyes fixed on her with a mix of concern and curiosity. She stepped forward, a smile playing at the corners of her mouth as she reached out to help Qiyana to her feet.
"Congratulations, Qiyana,"Ahri said, her voice filled with a mix of awe and admiration."The gods have judged you, and they have found you pleasing and worthy. Aren't you glad at the outcome?"
Qiyana's eyes narrowed, a flicker of anger and defiance sparking in their depths as she pulled away from Ahri's outstretched hand."Not remotely,"she spat, her voice dripping with disdain."I know my worth, and I know my strength. There are no gods, Ahri. Gods don't exist."
Ahri's brow furrowed, a look of confusion and concern crossing her face as she studied Qiyana's hardened expression."But Qiyana,"she said softly,"haven't you felt the power at play tonight? The way the Black Crane responded to you, the way it seemed to...choose you, in a sense?"
Qiyana scoffed, a bitter laugh escaping her lips as she turned away from Ahri, her eyes fixed on the distant horizon."Gods are for the weak,"she said, her voice a low, dangerous growl."And I am not weak."
But even as she spoke the words, even as she tried to convince herself that her defiance was born of strength and conviction, Qiyana knew that it was a lie, a desperate attempt to cling to the last shreds of her crumbling sanity. For deep down, in the darkest recesses of her mind, Qiyana knew that something had changed within her tonight, that the encounter with the Black Crane had left an indelible mark on her soul.