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“This is all I can do for you sir, I hope it is enough.”
“You’ve done more than enough for me. Trust me when I say that I will not forget what you’ve done. I have some unfinished business to take care of but once we begin our mission, you will be aptly rewarded.”
“I do this for you, sir. A reward isn’t necessary.”
“Nonsense. Anyone willing to break me out of this cage deserves the greatest reward one can give. And you will have it. You will be a ruler in our new world.”
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SPANK “Mmmff!”
Lux’s scream was muffled by her own panties. They’d been forced into her mouth as a gag. Her arms were bound by magical golden chains, pulled down against the sides of the stone slab she found herself pinned to. Her legs suffered the same fate as her arms, but her ass hung off one end of the slab, giving Sylas room to pound himself into her. Her skin-tight suit was torn, revealing her blemishless - save for the red handprints - ass cheeks to the open air. Sylas was currently stuffing his cock between them, hammering himself into her previously virgin asshole with abandon.
Another spank rang out into the prison cell. There was no need to worry about prying ears. This cell was secluded, made specifically for the most vile and hated prisoners. And Sylas was certainly the most hated of them all. His eyes were filled with a lust-driven madness, and his mouth was opened in a wide, toothy smile as he drove himself balls deep into Lux’s sphincter. He relished in her cries and screams of pain as he spanked her over and over again. He only wished he could see her face right now. But he could only see the top of her head as he yanked her blonde hair back in his fist, as he continued to rain blow after blow upon her cheeks.
Months spent locked away and chained up, only to be visited by this pretty little whore every week. She thought she knew him, she thought she could help him. At first, he thought so too, but the longer he spent being caged like an animal, the more he felt like one. An unusual, primal desire had built up inside of him, ready to be unleashed at any given chance. All of it had been focused on his ‘Little Light’. Now it was finally time. She would suffer to give him pleasure, she would suffer for the wrongs that were met upon him in this place. He would unleash every desire he’d grown upon her. And then he would destroy Demacia.
After a couple more balls-deep thrusts, he felt his urge to climax growing, and yanked himself out of her abused hole. She gaped for him, briefly giving him a gorgeous view of her reddened insides, before struggling to close. His girthy cock had already made some progress in ruining her beautiful little asshole. But he had so much more in store for this little bird’s ass.
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There she was. Walking up to him with as little fear as usual. If only she knew what had happened only moments before. He acted as he usually did. Beaten, broken, but happy for the company. He watched as she stepped towards him. Her steps were gentle, portraying a sort of innocence that came naturally from the girl. He glanced at her thighs, imagining her ass fat jiggling with each step. He didn’t know why his desires had become focused on her ass over everything else. Maybe it was because of how many times he watched it jiggle behind that translucent skirt as she walked away, always trapped behind that skin-tight blue leotard. He’d salivate each time he watched her leave, eyes glued to her jiggling fat on her otherwise tight, bubbly ass. Perhaps it was her innocence, her purity? It was surely a mix of both, he desired Lux and her ass more than any other woman he’d ever encountered. And he planned to use her ass to defile her in every way he could imagine.
Such lengthy amounts of time spent alone, shackled, caged, it did things to a person. To their psyche. Sylas’ mind became plagued by images of her ass finally free of that suit. Her sweat, perhaps after a workout, or battle, glistening on the perfect globes of flesh. He’d lick it all off. He wanted to be - no, he needed to be surrounded by her scent, her natural, delectable musk and taste. It had started slowly, and he’d been able to force these thoughts out of his head, thinking of them as the results of his loneliness and damaged psyche. But after a while, he figured both of them deserved it after all this time. He deserved her perfect body, her perfect ass, and she deserved to suffer for what had been done to him. He couldn’t be reasoned with. Nothing could stop him now.
She approached him, her features once again forming a familiar concerned, guilty expression. Don’t worry my Little Light, you’re going to make everything better.
The midday light poured into the room from the window slits in the concrete ceiling. Normally, Sylas would be worried about Lux’s cries being heard, but a barrier had been placed around this part of the prison. A magical barrier that blocked all sound. Ironic, keeping magic locked away with magic. This would prove unfortunate for Lux, as no one would be able to help her. All sounds that emanated from the stone, cylindrical room would remain inside. As if they were the only two people in the world.
“Hello, little light.”
Lux squatted down, her concern replaced by a warm smile, “why do you always call me that?”
“You’re the only light in my dark, empty world.” Sylas had to hold back a laugh at his words. His mind wandered for a moment, imagining the sight of her ass as she squatted over his face. Perhaps he’d just be able to make out the outline of her asshole through her skin-tight pants before she lowered it over his nose.
“I’m sorry you’re stuck like this. I wish I could help you, free you, show them your innocence.” That smile was quickly washed away by guilt.
Sylas’s face grew angry at those words, a contrast to Lux’s guilty expression. You could, but you won’t. Your life is much more important than mine, after all. Isn’t that right? You’d get in trouble, maybe even imprisoned yourself, if you tried vouching for me. You’re a fucking mage yourself, you hypocrytical cunt! He bit his tongue, making sure not to say what he was thinking. Not that it mattered, she wasn’t leaving this cell. Why was he even talking to her, when he could be having his way with her right now? Suddenly, he was stuck with an idea. Perhaps toying with her for a bit would be fun. An appetizer, before the real event began.
He had to hold back a smirk as he spoke, “there is something you could do for me. To ease my burden.”
There was a glimmer in Lux’s eyes as she listened to him. “What do you need? I’ll do anything in my power to make you feel better.”
Sylas wondered if she would actually do what he was about to ask, “are you sure?”
“Yes, I promise.”
Sylas felt blood pumping to his cock as he prepared his words. Surely she wouldn’t listen, this was just for his entertainment. “I need you to turn around and let me smell your ass.” He could barely contain his amusement at her expression and the ludicrous sentence that had just escaped his mouth.
“Wh… What!?”
“I’m sorry, no, that’s not everything. Don’t just let me smell it, let me taste it, eat it. Rub my face between your cheeks for me. Tell me, when was the last time you bathed?”
Lux gasped, stepping away, “stop it! What’s gotten into you today? Why are you acting like this!?” She looked cute when she was embarrassed.
Sylas couldn’t stop himself now, he let out a hearty laugh. The first one in a very, very long time. It left almost as soon as it arrived, and his expression turned grim. “That’s just how you’ve made me. You and the rest of fucking Demacia.” It was almost time, he couldn’t wait to see the fear in her eyes. Her dread. Her hopelessness. Her gaping, delicious, ruined asshole.
Lux’s embarrassment turned into anger, and she huffed. “I’m leaving, you’re clearly in a bad mood today, and I won’t take this treatment.”
Lux turned to leave, but stopped dead in her tracks when she heard it. A sound she’d never expected to hear in this cell. The sound of metal chains falling to the ground. She turned around, jaw slowly dropping as she saw Sylas rise to his feet. The chains that once bound his ankles and wrists were dropped to the floor, useless. She gasped again, and turned to run, but her wrist was quickly snatched by his hand. Lux reached for the wand at her side, before charging it with light, and spinning it towards her assailant. Where once a beam of blinding light would spring from the wand, devastating everything in its path with its illuminating power, now came nothing. Lux stared at it in shock, watching the light die out in the wand, turning it into a glorified baton. Her shock remained as her eyes traveled to the wrist that Sylas had grabbed. It was now shackled, just as he had previously been, with those golden, anti-magic chains.
Lux made a pitiful attempt to punch Sylas with her free hand, but it was easily caught. With both of her arms in his grasp, he easily spun her around and pulled her back into him. Her struggle was almost unnoticeable to Sylas. She was physically weak, only capable of defending herself with magic. Sylas effortlessly shackled her other arm and tossed her to the ground.
Lux rose to her knees and did the only thing she could think of. She broke her shocked silence with a scream. She screamed at the top of her lungs for help. Surely she knew about the sound barrier around this part of the prison, right? Either way, Sylas laughed at her. He reached down and grabbed one of her ankles, before dragging her across the floor and into the center of the room. Lux’s screams turned to howls, then wails. Her ankles were chained next, her kicks barely being registered by the dark haired man. She tried to crawl away, she made it until the chains were pulled taut, and Sylas roughly yanked her back to the middle of the room.
“Stay still, cunt. Or else I’ll have to make you stay.”
Lux barely heard him, her mind was in shock. Tears began trickling down her face as she looked back at the man, eyes wide in horror.
“How… how did you do this?”
“An old friend came to visit. He gave me the gift of freedom, as well as this...”
Suddenly, the ground under Lux began to shake, before slowly rising. A slab of stone was formed under the light mage, just wide enough to hold her body up, but thin enough to let her shoulders and thighs hang off the sides. As she was lifted up, the chains began pulling on her arms, forcing her onto her stomach and pinning them to the sides of the slab. She couldn’t move them an inch, pulled tight as they were. The same happened to her legs, for the most part. A bit of stone protruded from each side, stopping her knees from straightening and keeping her legs bent and her ass sticking out. Her legs were pulled firm as well, refusing to let her move even an inch. She looked almost as if she were riding one of those twin-wheeled engine-cycles from Piltover.
Sylas yanked the small, translucent skirt from her ass, making her release another cry, and giving him his first full view of her covered ass. Her suit was so tight he could see the entire outline of her thin panties. She was his now. He’d regained his freedom, and now he was taking hers.
Before he let himself loose, he decided to take an extra precaution. Sure, no one could hear them, but he didn’t want any peeping Toms. This entire time, Lux had still been screaming for help, but her wails halted once she saw the giant slab of stone rising in front of the cell door. It rose all the way to the ceiling, completely blocking the two of them from the outside world. And Lux’s shocked silence turned into a whimper.
And now, her ass was his. With her skirt gone, her blue-clad bubble-butt was fully revealed for his eyes to feast on. He could see her cheeks clench as she struggled in her binds. There’s no escaping those chains, little light, trust me. But he didn’t say anything. Instead he watched as she worked up a sweat, hopelessly twisting and flexing her limbs but gaining nothing. The chains were unbreakable. She had no hope of escaping them. They were made for people far stronger than she. Sylas heard her sob as she realized there was no point in her struggles, and he smiled.
Once she stopped trying to move, instead relegating to sob, Sylas finally made his move. His hand reached out, cupping her cheek. It was soft, warm, and he couldn’t help but let out a groan as he squeezed it. With his other hand, he grabbed the other cheek, and squeezed it in unison. He entertained himself with this for some time, just squeezing her cheeks through her clothing and hearing her whimper.
“Please, stop it, it isn’t too late. Why are you doing this? I wanted to help you! I still can, just let me go, please!”
Sylas didn’t answer, instead he chose to take things a step further. He grunted, and shoved his face into her cheeks. His nose pressed into the valley between them, but was held back slightly by her one-piece which had been pulled taut. That didn’t stop him from taking a long, overdue whiff of her ass crack. Lux wailed, Sylas groaned. He’d expected to smell whatever soap she used when she bathed, but clearly she hadn’t gotten around to that today. She must have been saving it for after her trip to the dungeon. It was summer after all, and with heat came sweat. It would have been pointless to bathe before working up a sweat. And so, what Sylas smelled was not soap, but Lux’s natural scent and sweaty musk. It was exactly what he wanted. He groaned again, as he took another deep sniff, shoving his nose as far into her crack as her tight clothing would allow. He could feel it, the strong heat resonating from her asshole. His nose was almost there, but the pants wouldn’t stretch any further. He needed more, he needed the real thing. He needed her asshole, her scent, her taste, unblocked by her clothing.
After one more strong sniff of her ass, he pulled his head away. Immediately, he smacked his hands down onto her cheeks, forcing a resounding CLAP to echo throughout the small chamber and making her squeal. He dug his fingers into the fabric of her one-piece and pulled. The material was far more durable than he initially assumed. Perhaps that was why she wore it everywhere she went. After a rather embarrassing struggle, her leggings eventually gave in. There was strength behind his tugging, and her ass was freed from its confining leggings the instant they began to rip. Her cheeks jiggled from the impact of the tearing. Her pale, blemishless cheeks were almost fully revealed. All that was left was her panties. Naturally, perfectly white, a symbol of Lux’s purity. But Sylas stopped before he tore them too. It must have been a very hot day. That or the heat of his breathing against her asshole had caused a small, slight discoloration directly over where her asshole rested under her panties.
Sylas felt enchanted, like a moth to a flame, to the small stain on her panties. It was a sweat stain. A sweat stain from someone’s asshole. Why did he want it so bad? Why did his cock pulse, straining against his ragged pants at the sight of it? Because it was Luxanna Crownguard’s ass. It was her sweat, her scent. Her dirty, impure, ass sweat. Lux was too pure, too royal to sweat like everyone else. Or at least, to let the rest of the world see her in such a state. Well, she did in fact sweat, just like everyone else. She did everything like everyone else, just like everyone else. Why was the fact that this was her sweat make it so special? Sylas didn’t know, and frankly it didn’t matter. He was too far gone, his mind too base to care. He knew what he wanted, and he got what he wanted.
His nose planted itself once again onto her asshole. This time, instead of just feeling the resonating heat, he felt the wrinkled skin itself, through her panties. His nose was slightly wetted by the stain it pressed against, and he let out a slow, focused inhale. The moan he let out was instinctual, shameless, and base. Her musk was far stronger now than when it had been imbibed through her one-piece. Lux’s squeals fell on deaf ears as Sylas lost himself in her scent. He flattened his nose against her concealed asshole as he took whiff after whiff of her strong, dirty musk. Before his time in prison, he’d have been disgusted by the thought of such an act. He’d have called it pathetic, shameful, but he was a different person now. And at this moment, the smell of Lux’s ass would have been worth being re-shackled for. If only he could smell it every day of his sentence. But he wouldn’t have to do that. No, once he was done with her today, he would kidnap her. She’d be his dog, his treat, his meal, while he destroyed everything she loved. Sylas’ lips pressed against the stain, replacing his nose. He sucked on the stain, his lips pulling her panties into his mouth. His tongue wriggled and tasted every bit of it. The taste was overwhelming. Dirty, bitter, Lux.
For someone who was doing this to please himself and only himself, he sure was teasing himself quite a lot. He didn’t know why he was doing it, but the excess desire it built in him felt good, very good. His cock had never been so hard in his life, pulsing and flexing each time Lux’s dirty taste hit his tongue, or scent hit his nose. But maybe now it was time to finally have what he needed.
With a sharp yank, Lux’s panties were ripped away from her ass. The crack of her ass was revealed to him, wet from his licking and sniffing. He gave her panties one last sniff before balling them up in his hand and staring at the terrified girl. Her asshole was still hidden from his view, blocked by her bubbly cheeks. But her cunt was revealed. Her tiny mound, and the pink flower petals hidden between them were almost as enticing as her ass.
“P-please stop! Please... don’t- don’t do this!” Lux could barely speak between her sobs. Her screams and pleas had been entertaining at first, but now they were just breaking his focus. Good thing he had a way to solve that. He stepped around in front of her, ignoring her pleas and sobs. Her face was a mess of tears and ruined mascara.
Sylas took the torn straps of her panties in one hand, and forced the rest into her mouth. He made sure to shove it in with the ass-side first. She struggled, of course, twisting and biting against his fingers, but pain didn’t bother him, not anymore. Once the bulk of her panties were in her mouth, he quickly yanked the straps back, pulling her head back and stopping her from spitting it out, before tying them into a tight knot around the back of her head. She could no longer scream and plead with him, but he could still hear her pitiful sobs, perfect.
After getting his fill of watching her sob and writhe helplessly, he made his way back around behind her. His erection was almost painful at this point, but he wanted to taste it now. The real thing, unblocked by panties or any other clothing. He knelt down behind her, hands finding their way to each cheek, and pulled them apart.
The pinkish brown muscle of wrinkled skin that sat between her bubbly ass cheeks was worth the wait indeed. Hairless, lightly wetted by sweat and his previous worship, and winking in fear. Well, Sylas figured it was a fear response, winking in preparation for what Lux surely knew was coming by now. His nose found its way to her hole once again, this time there was nothing blocking it, and he got the full, unblocked scent. It wasn’t much different, but knowing it was coming directly from her asshole made it all the sweeter. He inhaled and he was once again consumed by her scent. She was his drug now.
Sniffing was quickly overtaken by licking as he lost himself in her ass. He was drunk on her scent and taste. Lux completely consumed him. And this was exactly what he wanted. What he’d fantasized about for so long. And it had only just begun.
Sylas stood, finally pulling down his pants and letting his throbbing erection spring free of its confinement. His cock was at least eight inches in length, and almost just as girthy. It was massive, and Lux would be terrified if only she could see it. His wild black bush of pubic hair was matted down by months of sweat. He could make her wash it with her mouth right now, but he figured it would be better to just let her feel it first, and he lined himself up with her tiny, virgin hole. She could see it, as well as clean it, later. He had other needs to take care of first.
Lux’s howl couldn’t be blocked by her makeshift gag. It echoed through the stone chamber, it’s magnitude only matched by Sylas’ shameless moan. He’d taken it upon himself to introduce Lux to anal sex by driving himself balls deep with one thrust. The only lubrication being the mixture of sweat and saliva that had formed from the heat and his previous rimming. He rested his hands against her cheeks, leaning on them as he began pulling himself out. He watched as her tight ring clung to his length, struggling against the massive intrusion. As soon as his tip was the only thing left inside of her, he rammed himself back inside. Her insides were smouldering, clinging to his length as he bored into her bowels. Luxanna’s anal juices clung to his shaft each time he pulled out, making it shine in the light. His hips collided with her cheeks, making them jiggle around his hands. He loved the way they jiggled, and it gave him an idea.
SPANK “mmmph!”
Sylas relished in Lux’s howl of pain, and the way his hand made her cheek clap. He lifted his other one, before driving it down onto her other cheek. He timed his thrust with the slap, and Lux’s scream was louder, more pained, more sweet. He soon found himself slapping her ass with each thrust he made into her rear. He gripped her hair in his hand while he slapped her ass with the other. No matter how hand he yanked her hair back, he couldn’t see enough of her face. He let go, Lux’s head snapping back into its previous position as he went back to slapping her ass with both hands.
Plap, SPANK, “mmmmph!”, Plap, SPANK, “mmph!”
Shit, he felt it. That long forgotten feeling of approaching orgasm. No, not yet. With great remorse, he yanked himself free of her clenching insides. Her asshole winked, struggling to close after such a massive intrusion. He wasn’t ready to cum yet. He hadn’t been satisfied with her yet.
Sylas growled, driving himself balls-deep into her ass again. He continued to push, with his hands on her shoulders, he flattened her cheeks with his hips. Her ass was incredible, the feeling was incredible, the degradation was incredible. But it still wasn’t enough. Why? Why wasn’t this enough? He was living out his desires on her ass, but still wasn’t satisfied? Desire was quickly matched by frustration, and he pulled out of her, cursing. He stared for a moment, at her gaping asshole, once again trying and failing to wink shut. He could just barely see her insides from this angle. That gorgeous, red, sticky tunnel was lit slightly, the juices shining in the light. He needed a better angle.
“Fucking cunt, give me more!” Sylas drove his cock back inside of her ass, before practically climbing on top of her. With a gesture of his fingers, the stone slab suddenly collapsed back into the floor, sending Lux falling to the ground with Sylas on top of her. He heard the breath get knocked out of her as they landed on the ground. Upon landing, his cock buried itself into her ass, driven deeper by the collision as he flattened her cheeks once again.
Another gesture, and the stones holding the golden chains slid away from each other and across the floor. Each of Lux’s limbs were pulled tight, spreading her out across the floor.
Sylas heard her weeze as she struggled to breathe with him on top of her. He could see the side of her face, tears continuing to fall as she fought to breathe. The sight made him let out a chuckle and he roughly placed his hands over her head. He pressed down, lifting his upper body as he went back to pounding her abused asshole.
Minutes passed as he went about drilling her hole. Her howls and groans stopped, turning into faint grunts each time his hips collided with hers. Her cunt had long been wet, and his balls glistened in her juices from all the times they’d collided with her pussy lips. Surely she’d orgasmed multiple times by now. He could practically feel her shame emanating from her body. And it still wasn’t enough. But it wasn’t good enough.Why was this still not enough? He wouldn’t- no, he couldn’t stop until he was satisfied.
Sylas cursed again, removing his hands from her head to lift himself up, his cock popping free from her loosened asshole. He heard Lux take a deep, ragged breath as the pressure was removed from her body. After giving her a very short moment of respite, he made another gesture with his fingers, and the chains moved again. Lux was flipped upside down, her ass stuck in the air, and her knees pressed against her sides. Her arms were pulled by the chains until they were flat against the ground. The chains around her ankles had shortened drastically, forcing her feet just next to her head, held tight by the two inches of chain that were connected to the floor. There must have been a lot of pressure on her neck. Sylas didn’t care.
Her gaping asshole was fully visible now. The new angle allowing light to pour into her opened hole. Sylas could see deep into her abused rectum, her reddened walls slick with her anal juices. Some bridged across the sides of her hole in thick, sticky strands. This was what he’d desired all that time. Why? He didn’t know. But he wanted more. More. He stuck two fingers of each hand into her asshole, hooking them to her walls. As he began pulling her hole open further, her cunt gushed, spilling juices into the air. Some drops found their way into her asshole, others trickled down her body and onto her face.
Sylas smirked, “you’re enjoying this, you degenerate whore. This is all you are now. You’re my little anal pet, and you’ll watch as I destroy Demacia, defiling all the whores here just as I defile you now.”
Lux’s response was surprisingly subdued. A small sob, followed by more tears. He was breaking her.
He pulled her anal walls further apart, lewdly gaping her hole. The aforementioned strings of juices connecting between the walls of her rectum began splitting apart, still shining in the light as Sylas looked inside hungrily. He needed more.
“Push.” Sylas glanced up from her hole, looking into her fearful, eyes. “I said push. Push! With your ass!.”
Lux let out a confused whimper.
“Push with your fucking ass, Lux! Push for your people! Push for Demacia!”
More tears fell from her eyes, but she did what he said. Her anal walls clenched, pushing closer together as he asshole tried and failed to pucker, still being pulled apart by Sylas’s needy fingers. More.
“Harder, my little light. Push harder! Or I will make you watch as I bleed your brother dry!”
Lux let out a pained squeal as she pushed. Her red walls were now pushing together and against his fingers. She pushed again, and her insides pushed past his fingers. He pulled his fingers free of her hole. There it was. Her beautiful rosebud, all for him to see. Her wrinkled, red insides had been pushed out, past her sphincter, glistening with both her anal and vaginal juices.
“Good girl.”
Sylas watched as Lux’s body visibly relaxed. She was confused by what had happened, and probably couldn’t see her prolapse from this angle. She probably just felt a little strange. Maybe that was for the better.
Without another word, Sylas found his head moving back down. He didn’t feel like he was fully in control as his lips enveloped the rosebud. Like something had taken over. That pent up desire for Lux now being fully realized and released. He licked, tongue traveling around, over, and inside of her rosebud as he groaned into it. His tongue could never make it this far into her ass. He was tasting things that shouldn’t have been possible to taste. And he was loving every moment of it. It wrapped around his tongue, and he sucked every ounce of flavor from it. He wanted to do this every day, taste every bit of her, but knew he couldn’t. He didn’t want to cause permanent damage to his favorite pet. No, he’d have to enjoy it now, while it lasted.
After a couple more minutes of this shameful indulgence, he knew he’d have to stop. With his tongue, he pushed forward, and her rosebud went with it. His tongue was enveloped by her asshole, and her insides were pushed back inside of her. Her winking asshole pressed against his tongue, and he pulled out, making sure to savor the flavor along the way. After all that he’d done to her body, he’d figured she could use a more comfortable position as he wrapped things up. And he knew what he wanted next. With another gesture, the chains maneuvered her limbs, forcing her onto her side. Sylas figured she wouldn’t be resisting much anymore, and the chains went slack, allowing her to move. She chose to curl up into a fetal position. Next, the ground rose up once again. A bit faster than Sylas had intended, maybe he was too excited. The force caused Lux to bounce into the air as it stopped at waist height. Sylas was surprised that she managed to stop her head from hitting the stone when she landed. After that, she didn’t move. She just stayed there, on her side, legs curled up and to her chest, broken.
He still hadn’t came yet, so Lux couldn’t rest just yet. It almost made him dizzy, the way her asshole enveloped his cock when he pressed back inside of her. Though her asshole had been loosened, her insides were even tighter now, given the new position. Sylas let his hips take over, allowing his mind to shut down as he was absorbed into the sensation. The clenching, the heat, the slickness of her bowels. He stared down, eyes glazed over as he watched her asshole swallow his length over and over again. Her ring was a bit puffy, and unable to clench as hard as before, but it was still enough to get him off. The fact that he was raping Luxanna’s ass, after all this time, the wrongness of it all, was certainly enough to get him off.
His climax was building, and his hips pumped faster, slapping against Lux’s bubbly cheeks with each thrust. She’d stopped making noises, perhaps in an attempt to ignore it. Her hair covered her face, stopping Sylas from seeing her expression. He didn’t care to bother her at the moment. He imagined her face was expressionless, empty. She broke easily. She could rest for the moment, but once he came, she’d have one more thing to do before he’d leave her body alone for the time being.
There it was. More sudden than he expected, and far more overwhelming. Just how long had it been? He almost fell on top of the girl as his cock exploded. His crotch convulsing as he pushed against her ass. He pulled her back towards him, flattening her cheeks once again as he pushed as deep as he could possibly go. His orgasm wracked his body, causing him to let out a series of impulsive moans. As Lux’s bowels were filled with his seed, he felt so much pent up need release with it. It was a sort of catharsis he hadn’t expected. He looked back down at her. She’d made him feel this good. Her body. And she would do it again. And again. Forever.
After a couple more mind-melting minutes, he pulled out. A wet schlop accompanied his cock’s departure from her rectum. As soon as the massive intrusion left her rectum, his cum began leaking out. Shit. Sylas quickly shoved two of his fingers inside, blocking the hole once again. She couldn’t lose out on her treat. With his other hand, he formed a bowl of stone from a section of the wall. He raised a bit of the floor in front of him, and placed the bowl under Lux’s ass. With that, he removed his fingers from her ass.
“Push.”
Lux listened almost immediately. Pushing with her ass, though her sphincter was still weakened. Bit by bit, the cum he’d released deep inside of her rectum shot out of her asshole and into the bowl. Each push accompanied by a messy, wet noise.
Schhlpt - a spray of cum. Spplrrt - a small stream of cum, every bit landing in the bowl. This continued for minutes. The cum seemed never ending. That’s what she got for teasing him with her body for so long.
Thankfully for her, her insides stayed inside of her this time. Sylas was mildly disappointed at this, but was too busy being hypnotized by the way her insides clenched and pushed, and the sounds that followed each cum-fart she released into the bowl.
By the time the last drop shot out of her ass, the bowl was nearly full of the thick white slop. Sylas stood, careful not to spill any, and walked to her front.
“Sit up.”
She listened.
“Good girl. I have a treat for you. You see this bowl of cum you just shat out? Drink it all.”
With a sharp tug, Lux's panties snapped and were free from her mouth. She didn't speak, for there was no reason to. Sylas brought the bowl up to her mouth, and she opened it, letting her bottom lip press against the rim of the bowl. She gagged once the first bit of cum hit her tongue, and instinctively tried to evacuate the disgusting liquid. This action was met with a slap across the face. She whimpered, another tear trickling down her face. She swallowed the next mouthful. And the next. Her gags were pitiful. She was clearly disgusted by the messy mixture of her juices and the pent up cum. At one point Sylas was sure she’d throw up, but she held it in. Lux was a fast learner. Good.
Sylas had had his fun, for the time being. Now he had to escape. He looked at Lux, who was sitting up, eyes hazy, and pointing at the ground.
“Sorry about this.” Sylas didn’t give her time to react before he surrounded her in stone. Her head was the only part left uncovered, save her mouth. He didn’t want any screaming. And with her surrounded in stone, he could easily carry her with his mind. Oh, the wonders of geomancy. He would have to pay that man back quite a lot. Sylas literally owed him his life, and he hadn’t even learned his name yet. Oh well, he’d have a kingdom for what he did for Sylas.
With Lux taken care of, he blasted a large chunk of the wall out of his way. The hole led directly to a cliffside overlooking the sea. How convenient. Sylas hopped onto a slab of stone that he'd blasted out of the wall, and began flying over the sea. What was it that man had said? Follow the coast south until you reach the mountain pass. Reach the highest peak, and that is where you will find us. And so that was where he headed. After he’d met with his followers and assembled his army, he would return. And soon, Demacia would be his.
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