Chapter 131 - My SI Stash #31 - The Conquering of Runeterra by Cambrian (League Of Legends)

-A NSFW SI League Of Legends fic

*A gamer(not the system just the- you know irl gamer) sent to Runeterra with runes as his powers. Also, there are Humanized Yordles~

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Chapter 1

A/N: Someone finally had me write for League, lol. This is going to be a multi-chapter commission covering many of the female Champions from LoL. Themes will be focused on humiliation, mind break, and Master/Slave, so just be warned!

Here we go~

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Its as if his world is a bright, blinding light. There's nothing else… until quite suddenly, there is. Jason's eyes go wide as he sits up and takes a deep breath, like it's the first time he's ever done so. He finds himself sitting under the shade of a large tree, with glimpses of sunlight slipping down through the branches to cover both him and the ground in spots of the stuff.

The last thing he remembered was sitting at his computer, playing League of Legends. He'd just eaten a very late-night snack, the only dinner he'd had really, even if it had been at around ten o'clock at night. Jason had been preparing to settle down for another marathon session of the world's most well-known MOBA, intending to play for several hours more. It wasn't that he was a neckbeard or anything like that, he just didn't have work tomorrow, so he was splurging and enjoying himself doing so.

Still, his memory is somewhat fuzzy, like he's missing something. But then, of course he is. He HAS to be missing something, to have gone from there to here. Where even IS here? He's in a forest of some sort, right? As he takes stock of his surroundings, a glint from his arm catches Jason's eye, and the young man lets out an exclamation as he finds glowing symbols covering his skin. No, not just symbols… runes.

He'd recognize them anywhere, having put thousands upon thousands of hours into League. These are most definitely the runes from the game, runes he'd stared at on a computer screen for so many years. Placing one hand over one of the runes on his arm, Jason blinks as the glow goes right through his hand. Slowly, Jason stands up. Slowly, he actually takes the time to look around a bit more. It doesn't take him long to locate the dirt path to his right… nor to see the towers upon it, facing off across from one another with a couple hundred feet between them.

Jason gapes. It can't be real. How can that be real? Those… those are the towers from the game, undoubtedly. Those are the turrets that have long been one of the core components of League of Legends. Except… neither are alive. They're dark, dead, depleted. The blue and red glow that marked them as enemies, that placed them on opposite sides… its strangely absent. Ominous.

Swallowing thickly, Jason looks down at the runes on his skin again. Those aren't absent, nor are they 'depleted'. What does it mean? Is this… some kind of prank? One big practical joke? While Jason wouldn't put it past any of his League friends to try to pull something like this if they had the resources, the sad fact was, none of them DID. They were all just as poor, just as 'barely getting by' as he was. So yeah, the likelihood of this being one massive prank was extremely low.

On top of that… there was something calling to him. Slowly, Jason's head turns away from the towers, all the way around until he's looking to his right. The forest, or the jungle, or whatever one might have called it… something is calling to him out of the underbrush. It looks much more foreboding and terrifying then it did on a computer screen, but Jason can't help but take a step deeper into the foliage anyways, moving away from the darkened towers and the main dirt path that would have taken him to one of the team's bases, and deeper into the forest. Or jungle. He still wasn't sure what.

Of course, glowing runes on one's skin don't do much to light the way when one is walking through a very dark patch of plant-life. It helped a little bit, stopping him from running into trees, but it didn't stop him from basically stumbling along in dazed confusion as he tripped over root after root, pushing through underbrush and tall grass that was a lot denser and a lot more resistant to his efforts than he remembered it being in the actual game.

None of his extensive knowledge of League's 'jungle' was helping Jason here, but then it was a lot to expect a top down memory of an area to translate into actually BEING in the area in real time. On top of that, even when he thought he did recognize a landmark, there was barely anything left of it, the groves that had once held monsters and beasts and golems completely overgrown with foliage instead, long abandoned.

Where was he? And if he was where he thought he was, HOW was he here? What was with the runes on his arm? Before Jason can contemplate his situation further, or find answers of any sort, something hits the young man in the back of the head, and he goes down like a sack of potatoes, knocked unconscious by the blow in an instant. Finding out the truth of these things would have to wait until he woke up again. If he woke up again.

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Luckily, he does. Even more luckily, this time Jason finds himself waking up to a roof over his head, even if the house, illuminated solely by candlelight, is completely unfamiliar to him. A glance to his left shows him the wooden walls of a cottage, as well as a flickering candle of glowing blue light. That's not normal at all, but then nothing about his experience so far has been, now has it?

Turning his head to his right, Jason finds himself staring into the eyes of a girl who is less than an inch away. So of course, he does the sensible thing and screams.

"AHHH!!!"

This in turn causes the girl to leap back and scream as well.

"AHHH!!!"

They both scream for what feels like an eternity, but is only a few seconds, until each realizes that the other really isn't doing anything but being frightened in return. Slowly, the two calm down, Jason flushed with embarrassment at his reaction and the girl fidgeting under his gaze. But then, its hard not to look at her. With her purple skin and the way she's dressed, he can almost put a name to her. She looks just like-

"H-Hello. Sorry for startling you. Um, I found you out in the jungle… I'm Lulu."

Wait, what. Jason does a double take, and another up-down glance over of the girl. Its rude, sure, but he can't help his surprise, even if she blushes a bit under his gaze. She's definitely purple-skinned, and definitely wearing the familiar hat and outfit that he remembers. On top of that, she even has the gnarled staff in hand that the League Champion uses to cast her spells.

That's where the similarities end though. This is not a Yordle, at least not as Jason remembers them. This Lulu is not three feet tall, though as Jason looks at her, he does realize she's shorter than most human girls would be. Probably only around five feet or so… but then, she's ALL woman when it comes to her curves. With a bust and h.i.p.s and an ass torn straight from the measurements of the main girl of most harem anime, this Lulu was positively fine… even if she seemed absurdly shy about her beauty, or at least at the prospect of him staring at her.

Finally realizing just how long he's been staring, Jason swallows and licks his lips before speaking.

"U-Uh, sorry… it's just… are you the one they call the Fae Sorceress?"

Lulu brightens up at that, a smile taking over for the indecisive frown as she nods happily.

"Yes! That's me! You've heard of me?"

Jason chuckles and rubs a hand through the back of his head, only to hiss at the bump he feels there. Something had hit him HARD when it'd knocked him out. Slowly sitting up, the young man nods as he stares at the physical embodiment of one of the fictional characters from the game he'd spent so many years of his life playing. Even if she wasn't exactly how he remembered her, it was still quite the trip to see her in the flesh, standing only a few feet away from him.

Though, her appearance did bring to mind one question.

"I don't mean to offend, but I'm curious… are you uh, of standard appearance for a Yordle?"

Blinking in confusion, Lulu frowns again, furrowing her brow as she clutches at her gnarled staff a little more tightly. She's almost holding the thing right between her b.o.o.b.s with how she has it pressed against her front, as if it'll help her ward him off should he prove to be a bad guy. But then, Jason knows exactly what Lulu is capable of doing with that gnarled wood in her hands. She very likely could ward him off with it if he tried anything. She wasn't nearly as helpless as she appeared.

"Well… yes. Though I do try to do my own thing, you know?"

Huh, so there was confirmation of that little idea. Yordles were more humanoid than gnomish in this world. Cool. With that factoid figured out, Jason licks his lips and asks the next obvious question.

"We're on Runeterra, aren't we?"

Here, Lulu visibly droops.

"Y-Yes… I'd been afraid of this."

Its Jason's turn to blink in confusion.

"Afraid? Afraid of what?"

Sitting down in a nearby chair, Lulu looks him in the eye, even as she continues to clutch at her staff.

"You're not from around here, are you? I can just tell… you're not from Runeterra."

Huh, she was a smart cookie then. He'd kind of already known that, but to have her prove it was nice.

"Well… no, I'm not from Runeterra. Is that a bad thing?"

It might be. She didn't seem hostile yet, just distraught and despondent, but if she became aggressive, Jason wasn't sure what he would have to do to stop her from hurting him. Luckily, he doesn't have to find out, as Lulu doesn't get angry at his confirmation, just sadder.

"Yes, stranger. Yes, it is. Because, out of all the places you could come to, Runeterra is the worst."

Jason opens his mouth to ask exactly what she means by that, but before he can do so, his stomach suddenly growls, cutting right through the tension building in the room and leaving them both staring down at it as if to ask 'really?'. After a moment though, Lulu giggles and then hops to her feet!

"R-Right! What sort of hostess am I being? You MUST be hungry! I was gonna do dinner when I got home from collecting herbs anyways, so let's eat!"

What follows is rather fast food prep, Jason sort of just watching as Lulu hurried around her cottage's small kitchen, using her magic here and there to help her prepare their meals. Its only further proof that he's not in some kind of mad prank show or something like that. Its too real, too impossible to be faked. Lulu is the Fae Sorceress, and she's very much capable of casting magical spells with that staff of hers.

When the buxom young woman sets their meals down at her little wood table, Jason finally rises from his bed and moves to sit with her, easing himself into the chair, even as the throbbing in the back of his head slowly recedes, fading faster than he was expecting. Not that he was complaining about that by any stretch of the imagination. Yay for less pain and all that rot.

Still, Jason was too curious to let the elephant in the room lie. As they both dig in, he speaks up between bites.

"What happened, Lulu? Why is Runeterra 'the worst' place for someone like me to come to?"

Lulu's ears, pointy and protruding from her large hat, droop a little, even as she pokes at her own food for a moment before responding.

"W-Well… I don't know how much you know about this place. But we used to have a League, of sorts. And then… it closed. And it was really important, for all of us here on Runeterra. Without it, everyone is at each other's throats, everyone is ready to go to war and kill thousands just to prove themselves better. Before, we had Champions. Now, we just have… darkness. Most of us are afraid to leave our homes now."

Jason considers this as he chews. He knew Runeterra was divided into countries and provinces and kingdoms and the like. While the game never really got into the specifics, there was a vast amount of lore just waiting for anyone who wanted to delve deeper. He'd done so more than once across the years, learning about places like Noxus and Demacia, Bilgewater and Ionia.

It did lead him to wonder why exactly Lulu was out here in what appeared to be Summoner's Rift, rather than Bandle City. Or… well, there were rumors and claims that to get to the home of the yordles, one had to travel through unseen portals. Was it possible he'd done exactly that without realizing it while back in the jungle? Or, equally possible, had Lulu come FROM Bandle City and picked him up while foraging, as she said?

Was he now in the Mythical Land of Curious Enchantment, surrounded by yordles? Well, if they were all as gorgeous as Lulu was like she'd insinuated by saying she wasn't anything too different, then… that wasn't such a bad thing. Lost in his thoughts, Jason very nearly chokes on a bite of food, just managing to get it down without making too much of a scene. Of course, Lulu still notices, gasping as she once again stands up.

"W-Water! I forgot the water!"

The Fae Sorceress darts away from the table, and as she goes, she leaves her staff behind, leaned up against the wall. At the same time, Jason's eyes end up following Lulu's ass, her heart-shaped rump greatly appealing and quick to attract the eye. That's when the world almost seems to freeze up, and he hears the voice for the first time.

Take her.

Wait, what? Even as the voice seems to both whisper and shout at the same time, Jason feels a strange strength filling his muscles, while at the same time, an innate NEED to f.u.c.k Lulu fills his mind.

Take her and make her yours, or you will die.

Die?! What the f.u.c.k was going on here?! As if to answer his unspoken question, the voice explains.

You are an unnatural presence on this world. Your life is not your own and your energy is fading fast. You are little more than a parasite upon this reality. If you wish to survive, if you wish to continue your existence beyond the next few hours, you will have to force others to submit to your will. The female champions of Runeterra that you have l.u.s.ted after for so long will do nicely enough.

Jason's eyes are as wide as saucers… and still affixed on Lulu's behind as the short-stack reaches for the top shelf of her cupboard ever so slowly, pulling down two cups and showing off every inch of her stretched out body. Its then that Jason realizes time isn't frozen or even slowed down, its merely his perception of time that's been sped up.

Mouth dry, Jason considers what the voice has said, even as it continues to whisper-shout into his thoughts.

If you do as I say, you will have power beyond your wildest dreams. Is this truly that much of a hardship? All I suggest is that you submit to your own perverse desires. Is this not what you've fantasized about all your life?

Swallowing thickly, Jason can't deny that the voice is right. He was a perverted sort of individual, depraved and debauched. He didn't shy away from that, but he also didn't engage in any of the things he fantasized about, not in real life. To be fair though, he'd long felt that fictional females were just more attractive than real women. Whether that made him pathetic or not… he didn't care. He'd been happy with who he was as a person, even if he hadn't been entirely happy with how his life had been going.

The thing was, society and rules and the like had kept him civilized back in his old world. Basic human decency was the bedrock of civilization after all, and Jason had always understood that. You didn't go around treating women like objects to be used and abused to your heart's content. He'd known and accepted that, and ultimately kept his perverse desires towards fiction and fantasy alone.

But what was he to do when the fiction and the fantasy became his reality? Here he was in a world that by all rights shouldn't have existed, staring at the shapely backside of a gorgeous woman who by all rights should have been fictional, not real and alive and right in front of him. Sure, the original version of yordles from the actual game wouldn't have been Jason's first choice, but this s.e.xy humanized version of them was definitely hot and beautiful and… well yeah, he did want to f.u.c.k Lulu. He wanted to f.u.c.k Lulu quite a bit.

Then do it. Take her. Take what you want and make her your own.

Slowly, Jason rises from the table as his perception of time regularizes and Lulu begins to 'speed up' again before his eyes. He's still halfway across the room before she can do much more than reach for her sink, and even as she goes to turn it on and fill up the cups with water for the both of them, Jason is grabbing hold of her, the strength flowing through his body leaving him capable of great feats as he drags Lulu away from the sink and spins her around, pinning her up against the nearby wall.

"A-Ah! What are you d-doing?!"

Jason just gives the blushing purple-skinned sorceress a wicked grin as he transfers her thin wrists to only one hand, using his other hand to slide up under her top, exploring her chest for a moment before just outright tearing her short dress-like top away. This leaves her in nothing but her hat and her black leggings, her tits bouncing free as Lulu gasps and screams for him to cease his depravations.

"S-STOP IT!"

Even as Jason begins to maul her b.r.e.a.s.ts, Lulu points her fingers at him and casts a familiar spell, proving she's not completely helpless without her staff. But though the Glitterlance strikes him in the face, it merely glances off his cheek, turning Jason's head ever so slightly to the side and not so much as leaving a mark as he turns his head back around and stares at her.

Lulu can only stare back with wide-eyed fright, squirming helplessly but also completely ineffectually in his grip. Seeing her magic fail so utterly causes much of her resistance to crumble, but she doesn't completely give up. Not until he stops kneading and groping her b.r.e.a.s.ts like a savage, and instead forces her down to her knees right there in her own home, pinning her against the wall and dragging his c.o.c.k out of the confines of his pants.

As his raging erection slaps Lulu in the face, she gasps and then whines in abject disgust, turning her head to the side, revulsion and distaste evident on her face. If anything though, this only spurs Jason on further. Something inside him tells him he needs to make her see. He needs her to understand her new place in life… her new place as HIS.

With a growl, Jason smacks his meaty c.o.c.k across the humanized yordle's purple face a few times, before ultimately pushing the head of his length down into her cleavage. He lets go of her wrists finally and gives Lulu a command.

"Wrap your tits around them. Make me feel good, and I won't hurt you."

Trembling, Lulu looks up at his face and then down at his c.o.c.k and her b.r.e.a.s.ts. Her lower lip wobbles, and her eyes water with unshed tears. In the end though, she reaches up and does as she's told, grabbing hold of her full bust and wrapping her purple tits around his length. Jason groans as he crouches a little to put himself at proper level for the humanized yordle to give him a proper titjob.

Lulu turns her head to the side as his c.o.c.k begins to push up from the top of her cleavage, nearly smacking her in the chin again and again. Not liking this, Jason reaches out and squishes her hat down atop her skull, gripping Lulu's head through the tall sorceress' hat and forcing her to turn back around.

"Open up."

Her eyes are filled with fear as they flicker between him and his c.o.c.k again, but once more, she obeys. Her lips open and Jason starts to push his tip into her mouth each time it slides out from between her gorgeous, purple tits. Groaning, the young man thoroughly enjoys the experience, even as tears finally begin to streak down Lulu's face, rolling across her cheeks.

The humanized yordle sobs in abject humiliation and dejected submission, even as Jason has the time of his life making her into his plaything. He's so strong right now, so powerful… he can do anything, can't he?

No. You are only this powerful because I have taken pity on you and granted you this temporary boost of strength. Take her, Jason. Conquer the yordle and make her yours, before I rescind my offering.

Jason freezes up for a moment as the voice fills his mind again, but as soon as he's processed what it's said, he's taking action. With a growl, Jason forces Lulu up and down the first few inches of his c.o.c.k, his grip on her head leaving the beautiful humanized yordle to bob back and forth as she continues to use her own hands to wrap her tits along the lower half of his length.

Soon enough, he's c.u.m.m.i.n.g. He was already close, and the sense of urgency instilled upon him by the voice, as well as the pleasure that came from thrusting into Lulu's tits and mouth, send Jason right over the edge. The young man groans, even as Lulu squeals in his grasp and around his c.o.c.khead, more than a fair amount of his seed ending up squirting straight down her throat before he lets go of her hat and head and she falls back, the rest of Jason's load spraying all over her face and tits.

For a moment, the two of them are left panting… but as the young man recovers, he notices a change coming over Lulu. The pain, the tears, the revulsion, the disgust… it all fades right before his eyes as the purple-skinned woman stares at his c.o.c.k in a new light, growing more and more flushed by the second, her breathing suddenly shallow. She's not panting to catch her breath, not anymore. Jason knows this, because he's long since gotten his own breathing under control.

Reaching down, the young man grabs Lulu by her hair and drags her to her feet, once again pinning the short-stack up against the wall as she squirms in his grasp. The squirming is different now though, and she's not even trying to get away. Does she realize that? Eager to confirm his suspicions, Jason shoves a hand down the front of Lulu's black leggings, causing her to squeal and squirm all the harder as he cups her mound and grinds the heel of his palm into her clit and slit.

"You're wet, sorceress."

Lulu freezes up at that accusation, meeting Jason's gaze with a wide-eyed gaze of her own, before rapidly shaking her head back and forth in whimpering denial. Jason's lips slowly curl into a wide, wicked grin as he nods in response, his fingers now running back and forth across Lulu's dripping slit.

"Oh yes you are. You're wet, you needy little s.l.u.t. You filthy yordle whore. You made such a show of not wanting this, of hating it… but at the end of the day, you LOVE it, don't you?!"

"N-No! I-aahh!!!"

Jason viciously thrusts two fingers up into Lulu's clenching cunt, cutting off her denial as he begins to roughly finger her right there on the spot.

"Your upper lips might say no, but your lower lips say yes, yes, YES! Don't try to deny it, bitch! Don't try to deny that your true nature is that of a f.u.c.k.i.n.g c.o.c.ksleeve! You want this d.i.c.k inside of you, you want me to replace my fingers with a big, hard C.O.C.K!"

Lulu whines and whimpers, biting her lower lip instead of trying to refute him again with words. Its clear she doesn't trust herself to speak at this point, though she's still shaking her head back and forth, trying to deny it. That doesn't mean much though, especially not when she ends up c.u.m.m.i.n.g only moments later, a fresh flood of p.u.s.s.y juices exiting her cunt and spraying across his hand right as a fresh squeal of ecstasy leaves her throat.

Jason just grins as he holds the short-stack up against the wall, the humanized yordle in turn panting heavily, once again left trying to catch her breath. Pulling his fingers out of her leggings, he brings the hand to her lips, smearing it across her cheeks and her face.

"Open up and clean your mess off, s.l.u.t. Then we'll continue."

Despite the promise that he would continue to do depraved things to her if she obeyed, Lulu nevertheless opens up, blushing up a storm in a way that only a purple-skinned nonhuman can as she licks his fingers and his palm clean. There's no way for her to NOT do so in a lewd, perverted manner, and by the time she's done, Jason is more than ready for Round Three. Not that he ever actually went soft, what with all this power rushing through every inch of his body, but his erection is positively throbbing as he drags Lulu away from the wall, across the small cottage, and to the bed she'd put him up in just a little while before.

Finding cloth to tie her up with takes a little bit more time, but once he has it, Jason wastes no time at all in binding Lulu in place. Her wrists get restrained to the bedposts, and her ankles get tied to her wrists. The humanized Fae Sorceress proves quite flexible indeed as he forces her to spread her legs in this manner, her lower holes completely and utterly exposed to his eyes… well, if not for the black leggings in the way.

Reaching down as he kneels on the bed before her bound form, Jason takes a certain sadistic glee in tearing a nice big hole in Lulu's leggings, exposing her purple thighs and her gushing wet p.u.s.s.y lips to his gaze… and more importantly, to his c.o.c.k. Stroking his member, the young man brings the tip of his length to Lulu's entrance, rubbing it back and forth across her slit as she mewls pathetically. But then, there's a reason he didn't bother gagging the bitch.

"Hear that, Lulu? Sounds like honesty to me. You want this, don't you? Come on, give me a m.o.a.n…"

Even as she continues to try to shake her head back and forth in the negative, a m.o.a.n is indeed drawn from her throat. She tries to clamp down on it, but Jason's hand snaps out and he grabs hold of the humanized yordle's jaw in a rather painful, rough way, forcing her to look at him as he continues to tease her entrance with the head of his big, fat d.i.c.k.

She m.o.a.ns then, against her will, completely involuntarily, but she m.o.a.ns. And as she m.o.a.ns, Jason can see even more of her last bits of resistance crumbling before his eyes, her own eyes filled with not just despair and fear, but also pleasure and l.u.s.t and arousal. She wanted this, even if she wouldn't likely admit it until he was done with her. Done with her… Jason had a pretty good idea of what that meant. He had a pretty good idea of just what he needed to do to 'conquer Lulu' and 'make her his'.

So, he thrusts forward. He thrusts forward, and he ignores Lulu's loud cry as he grips her face with one hand, her inner thigh with the other, and f.u.c.ks into Lulu's tied, spread-eagled body with all his might. He pounds into her again and again and again He luxuriates in the almost-too-tight feel of her cunt, the way her inner walls cling to him and clench down around him, trying in vain to push him out or hold him in place or just to do anything that stops his relentless onslaught.

But Lulu isn't strong enough. At this stage, with Jason in the state he is, he doubts anyone would be. At the same time, the voice's last words to him are still incredibly poignant. This was a one-off deal, more than likely. This power, this energy, this strength… it wouldn't last. He had to make Lulu his, he had to conquer her, or he might just fade from existence altogether.

That thought spurs him on. He's always been a selfish individual, at heart. But then, who wouldn't be? Most humans, put in his situation, would do what it took to survive, right? Of course, at the end of the day it helped that he quite enjoyed doing this to survive. F.u.c.k.i.n.g Lulu against her will, raping her in her own home, tying her up to her own bed… and slowly watching as she grew to love it more and more.

Because that was the trick, wasn't it? F.u.c.k.i.n.g her, making her c.u.m… it seemed to slowly make her enjoy it. It would probably work the same way with any other female League Champion, and Jason's mind is already whirling with the possibilities, even as he extracts orgasm after orgasm and climax after climax from Lulu's poor, bound body. The purple skinned short-stack can do nothing but take it as she currently is, and the more he f.u.c.ks her and the more she c.u.ms, the less she WANTS to do but take it.

Leaning forward, Jason sneers into Lulu's flushed m.o.a.ning face, even as he transitions his grip on her jaw to one where he thrusts his fingers into her mouth, gagging her on his hand.

"See? Told you that you were nothing but a s.l.u.t. Don't worry though, bitch. You'll be MY s.l.u.t from now on. Just give in. Give in and become my c.o.c.k-hungry c.u.m dump of a whore. Come on… come ON!"

Rather than try to deny it, Lulu's eyes roll back in her head as her tongue writhes all over his fingers. At the same time, her p.u.s.s.y walls clench down HARD around his pistoning prick, harder than they ever have before. The purple-skinned short-stack experiences an explosive orgasm that milks Jason of his release, sending him right over the edge. His seed fills Lulu's w.o.m.b this time, pumping her to the brim as he c.u.ms and c.u.ms and c.u.ms inside of her.

Groaning, tilting his head back, Jason luxuriates in the feeling of seeding the humanized yordle. It just feels RIGHT, like its what he needed to do, like it's all he ever wanted. Pumping his load into Lulu is pure and utter bliss, ecstasy and euphoria mixed together in their purest form. It takes him a while to come down from cloud nine, but once he does, Jason looks down to see a change has come over the Fae Sorceress. Both physically, and mentally.

There's a rune now, on her navel. It's right above her drooling quim, placed atop her clit. Jason doesn't have to really know any of the specifics to understand what it does and why it's there, almost as if the knowledge is instinctive. Lulu is HIS now, and she'll never be anything but. That's more than obvious, given the f.u.c.k.i.e.d silly expression on her face, her eyes rolled up in her head and her tongue lolling out of her mouth even after he pulls his fingers from between her lips.

Drawing his c.o.c.k out of the humanized yordle's well-f.u.c.k.i.e.d, utterly creampied cunt, Jason suddenly feels immensely tired. He just barely manages to undo the bindings on her wrists and ankles, allowing Lulu to land back onto the bed in a more realistic and comfortable position, before he too slumps over beside her, falling into a deep, deep slumber.

Just… just needed a nap. Yeah, that was it.

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Greetings, Jason. It is good to meet you face-to-face, so to speak.

Eyes wide, Jason finds himself sitting in a warm, comfortable armchair. There's a nice, roaring fire nearby, and Lulu… Lulu is acting as his foot rest of all things, the freshly conquered yordle currently on her hands and knees, fingering herself and stifling her m.o.a.ns as his feet rest on her ass and lower back. Across from them is another armchair, and in it sits a figure dressed all in black, almost as if they aren't really there, or if their presence is muted or obfuscated so Jason can't truly see them.

"Where… where are we?"

Your dreams. Its easier for me to contact you here, rather than in the waking world. Earlier was something special. Consider it a one-time thing. If we talk again, it will be here, while you sleep. Of course, now that dear Lulu is so thoroughly connected to you, she will be drawn into your dreams to service you however she can, so long as the two of you are sleeping at the same time.

Wait, so this really was Lulu? Or at least, Lulu's mind, pulled into his dreams? Damn, that was wild. And also, super cool. Jason can't help smiling a little, even as he grinds the heel of one of his shoes into Lulu's fat, purple butt. The short-stack m.o.a.ns in response, humping her fingers all the more roughly. For a moment, Jason is completely distracted… but then the figure snaps his fingers and Lulu is gagged, her noises completely muffled as she chokes on the thick plastic phallus now inserted into her throat.

Message received, Jason turns his attention back to the figure, asking the obvious.

"Who are you? Why me?"

You show intelligence in discerning the fact that those questions are tied closely together, Jason. I am your Guardian Angel, I suppose you could say. I am the one who gave you power and brought you here, to Runeterra. I am the one who is helping you fulfill your wildest dreams.

Digesting that, Jason slowly nods. But even still…

"Why though? Why bring me here?"

Runeterra is dying. This world, this realm, is returning to dust. Its inhabitants cannot do anything to combat this, as it is a problem outside of their understanding of everything. What Runeterra needs is newer and stronger blood. It needs a new sort of magic and a new sort of thinking transfused into it. Hence, you.

Jason sits, wide-eyed, taking that in, even as the figure continues.

You are my Champion now, Jason. The runes that glow across your flesh are not the runes you were familiar with from your old world, even if they look similar. Your power is nigh-limitless… but you will have to unlock most of it through doing what you did today, to Lulu.

"… You called me a parasite."

Indeed. You are like a parasite to this realm, but you are a parasite it needs. I have made you into a source of extreme magical power, but you do not have the soul to sustain it.

"Wait, what?! I don't have a soul?!"

There's a pause, and then the figure seems to almost chuckle in response. Of course, he doesn't actually laugh out loud, instead the idea of amus.e.m.e.nt is transmitted to Jason's mind, as all of the 'speech' so far has been.

The journey from your old world to this one stripped you of it, I'm afraid. You are nothing but the sum collection of your memories and your desires now.

For a moment, Jason contemplates that. Then, he very forcibly shoves it aside. If he honestly, truly thinks about what he's just been told for too long, he'll go insane. He knows this intrinsically, knows he's just one long think away from breaking down and going mad. So instead, he focuses on something else, something less mind-breaking.

"What… what am I supposed to do then?"

I would think that's obvious, by now. By ensuring that powerful women, those you know as female Champions from your old world, are marked with the Slave's Mark like dear Lulu now has on her navel, you will not only ensure that the magical power I've given you won't kill you, you'll also unlock access and control over more and more of it. This will give you new abilities, new power, new… potential.

That last word is followed by a vision. As 'potential' rings through Jason's mind, he's treated to a hyper-realistic hallucination of him and pretty much every female champion he could think of. The lot of them were having a massive orgy, and for a second, Jason can smell the scent of sweat and arousal and s.e.x.u.a.l fluids, he can feel their skin pressed against his.

But then it's gone as quickly as it appears, and he's back with the figure as it c.o.c.ks its head to the side, once again projecting amus.e.m.e.nt.

I have but one command for you, Jason. Be fruitful and multiply. Spread across this world, sow your seed where ever you go. Conquer Runeterra… to save Runeterra. And most of all? Have fun doing it.

The dream ends then, and Jason finds himself abruptly waking up in Lulu's bed, the humanized yordle in his arms still, slowly waking as well. Her eyes blink as she turns her gaze up towards him. For a moment, they just stare at each other. Her gaze is filled with adoration and devotion, a need to please him and a desire to do whatever he wanted her to do, to BE whatever he needed her to be.

She was HIS now, and that was… amazing. Grinning as he takes in every bit of Lulu's gorgeous face, Jason slowly reaches up and laces his fingers through the purple-skinned sorceress' hair. He grips tightly, and firmly guides her head down to his crotch. She goes quite willingly, not resisting even one bit as her tongue slips out from between her lips and traces up and down his c.o.c.k, returning life to it, blood flowing into his soft member and quickly hardening it up as Lulu enthusiastically and eagerly begins to suck him off.

Once she has his hard c.o.c.k fully in her mouth and is bobbing up and down on his d.i.c.k fully of her own accord, Jason lets go of the s.l.u.tty yordle's head and laces his fingers together behind his own, laying back and simply enjoying the blowjob for what it was, as well as his circ.u.mstances. There was of course the possibility that his 'Guardian Angel' wasn't completely on the up and up, of course. There was a DISTINCT possibility that some of that had been a lie.

But at the same time, what other choice did Jason have? Was he going to rail against an unknown power and try to defy the being that held his life in its hands? To what end? So that he WOULDN'T get to engage in rough, dominating, enslaving s.e.x with all of the most gorgeous women in Runeterra? Hah! Fat chance!

Sure, this might all be a trap, and there might be a bad end waiting for him at the end of all of this. Jason would meet that challenge, and any other challenges that arose, when they did so. For now… he was going to enjoy himself by making THOROUGH use of his new pet. Reaching out again, Jason grabs hold of Lulu's head once more, this time with both hands as he begins to thrust upwards into her throat at the same time that he forces her head down his c.o.c.k.

"Gagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh!"

Skull-f.u.c.k.i.n.g the humanized yordle as she in turn eagerly helps him along brings a nice, wide smile to Jason's face. This? This was going to be fun.