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The desolate, dreary air of the Shadow Isles loomed across the secluded island like an unending plague. The sky had been choked black for an untold number of years, not a single ray of light being able to breach the swirling miasma. Its denizens harbored no want of the sun’s presence either way, some content to bask in the roiling shadows, others having forgotten its warmth entirely. The cursed respite offered nothing but misery to the souls unfortunate enough to shamble across its tainted soil.
Vex called it home.
There was naught a single place on Runeterra that rivaled the level of bleakness found on the Isles – a place where the brightness of color faded to dull black and gray. Where souls unable to pass on into the afterlife merely drifted about in eternal suffering. Not even the once pristine castle of the king was safe from the ilk of devastation and disrepair.
With any luck, this Ruination will spread to every corner of the world.
Viego would see to that himself. Through Vex of course.
What doubt was there to be had? The being responsible for creating her new home away from bright, gaudy Bandle City, now needed her help in making it happen again. And again. And again.
The thought nearly brought a smile to her pale, callous face. Almost.
There were of course some baby steps to be taken.
The backbone of Viego’s army consisted of shadow creatures born of the king’s empowered mist as the more powerful horrors were left unable to make a single step away from their nightmarish homeland. Wraiths were but feeble foot soldiers - unliving hordes made to overwhelm forces by pure attrition. The boring way.
They would need stronger bodies to stamp out whatever pointless resistance if worldwide Ruination was to be realized sometime in this century.
“Ughh…”
Now if only the process for doing so wasn’t mind-numbingly tedious.
Vex slumped onto the uneven rock she made into a makeshift chair. Just uncomfortable enough for her to wallow in the miserable cathedral garden. When staring at the swirling mist in the sky lost its luster, she turned to Shadow, meticulously toiling away at a…docile minion ghoul.
“Shadow, can’t you just make like five hundred of these things already?”
Her compatriot offered an eye roll. It was no simple task as she already knew. Wouldn’t stop her from bemoaning it, though. Vex’s expertise in manipulating and warping the mist came with the caveat of magic and patience - the former of which she had in droves. The latter, not so much.
Her gaze fell on her little experiment. The wraith stood with a blank stare, no order given and no way to process one should it be given. Its body was thrice the size of the usual foot soldier, its well-built muscle enough to tear down a fully armored Noxian in seconds. Its mind, though, was a blank slate. The ghoul would rip apart anything in sight, Vex was sure. But a mindless animal would only get them so far.
Much to her chagrin, there needed to be a spell set in place to bind the thing to its masters. To ensure that it would follow orders without hesitation.
Vex lept off her rock, her feet carelessly trampling the wilted flowers of the garden as she meandered over to the experiment. As Shadow circled around it, bathing it in the rays of dark magic, its head curiously regarded her like a child processing its surroundings.
It didn’t know what to make of its tiny creator staring at it with narrowed eyes.
“Why’d you have to be born dumb.”
Shadow made a motion akin to having a hand to its mouth in shock.
“Now I gotta make sure you don’t die and leave behind a dumb corpse.” She ranted drearily, folding her arms hidden beneath her oversized sweater. “You better be worth as much trouble as what you’re putting me through.”
The ghoul didn’t answer – not that it possessed the capability to.
Her irritated declaration didn’t help alleviate her boredom as well as she wanted to. Vex paced, dragging her sleeves on the aged, crumbling stone. How she would rather be in the satisfyingly gloomy confines of Viego’s throne room, sulking and brooding along with him. She knew on the spot that her place was right at the side of his throne, musing on ways to better plunge the world into misery.
Or literally, anywhere that didn’t involve playing babysitter.
She must have turned to Shadow applying her magic in the exact same spot for the millionth time.
It couldn’t do worse than what they already had, could it?
“That should probably be enough, Shadow.”
Her shade hesitantly glanced between her and the ghoul before recalling itself back to her side.
The completed product looked no different than how it did moments before, though it wasn’t as if proper brain activity was something that could be seen in this case. The muscled giant towered over her, mist given the form and shape nearly of a human but with a monstrous visage and ethereal green glow emanating from its maw.
Vex had the foresight to give it the right amount of bulk to make up for the runts. With any luck, its greatly enhanced stamina would have it cut down an army’s ranks for days at a time.
Still, she eyed her handiwork lazily, knowing that perhaps more would need to be done. A shrewd creator would see to refining the product at every other angle, ensuring it could understand orders beyond “kill that” or that it was able to fight in a manner that wasn’t just hurling itself at anything that moved. In other words, more of the boring stuff.
But Vex had better things to do.
“Alright, you’re alive or whatever, now go raze a town or something.” She waved her sleeve hand at the brute. “Go on, shoo.”
Already, the yordle strode off to the garden’s exit, her task evidently completed. From the looks of it, the ghoul could probably pick up the slack its runty cousins would leave behind just fine.
After all, it was a really big and strong one.
The gloomy throne room awaited her.
“Try not to di-iiiiIIIEEE!”
Vex’s progress was unceremoniously halted by sudden weightlessness. She turned – not by her own accord – to meet the ravenous face of her wraith, its blank stare focused on the creator. Dangling from the waist of her pants, Vex snarled at her creation.
“What do you think you’re doing, Numbskull!” Her hands move to swipe at the disobedient abomination but her tiny stature worked against her. Her dangling body began to teeter forward, a most unfortunate omen for her pants, ever so slightly exposing her from the waist down. Flustered at the prospect of it falling any further, she called out to her compatriot, hanging attached to her magically enchanted feet. “Shadow, get this thing to put me down before I-“
Her order was quickly cut short. Vex cursed the ghoul’s strength, not only being able to lift her with total ease but to also bounce her up and down like a Poro made of rubber.
Of course, it didn’t take long for the garment that kept her from being reacquainted with the cracked stone floor to eventually do just that. Once her head stopped spinning, Vex turned her head back to the ghoul in frustration.
Suddenly, the boring stuff was starting to seem preferable.
Her eyes narrowed at the monster. It clearly had little understanding of the concept of smugness, yet its blank expression communicated enough. Enough to get the yordle to briefly forget she was naked from the waist down.
And that she had forgone the task of fitting herself in underwear.
“Ugh, don’t wanna start from scratch but you’re asking for it this time.” She rose to her feet, silently thanking her oversized top for being able to just barely conceal herself. From the front at least. “Whatever. Shadow, deal with it.”
Vex folded her arms, affording herself the luxury of smirking as she awaited her problem to sort itself.
Only…
“Quit lazing around and hurry up, Shadow!...Shadow?”
A cursory glance quickly translated that her partner was missing from her side. Eyes wide with concern, she turned to the remaining wraith. Of all the things that were able to leave her mortified, the pair of pants crumpled in its clenched fist was currently far from the highest. The dazed remnants of Shadow were ripped clean from her person, dangling from the ghoul’s finger like a rag. Perhaps she may have overdone the amount of magic she charged it with.
“Alright, you listen here, bub,” Vex took a step backward subconsciously. “I’m giving you on the count of three to give me Shadow and my pants back.”
The monster made no acknowledgment of her challenge, much to her ire.
The yordle sneered. “One.”
It leaned slightly, allowing the glowing green stare native to almost every resident on the Isles to gaze at her hungrily. A sudden chill ran down her spine.
“Two…”
The ghoul surprised her, tossing aside her forlorn pants in the wind. Vex subconsciously took another step back. Her once tired eyes, dark with circles surrounding them, now had a shot of fear.
“T-two and a half…”
Shadow too outlived its usefulness, flung aside and out of her reach somewhere in the garden and leaving her alone. All alone.
No Shadow.
No Viego.
Just...it.
“Um...thr-”
A powerful hand, big enough to encapsulate her head, seized her hoodie. Again, she was hoisted aloft. It stared at her face to face, letting its creator feel the base, almost animalistic glower wash over her entire body.
It wasn’t every day Vex found herself on the receiving end of that.
Well. This was fitting. After having spent so long searching for doom and gloom, spreading despair with naught but her very presence - it only made sense that she meet her end in a place she could deem fouler than the Shadow Isles -
The murky depths of her very own creation.
Perhaps not her most preferable way to go out but it beat spending her days watching the rest of her gleeful rodent kin frolicking in bright, cheery Bandle City all day long. Maybe she was fine with this.
The minor throngs of panic released her. “Yeah alright, fine. Just get it over with.”
Just as soon as the ghoul’s gaping maw opened to release an otherworldly wail, did it suddenly move its creator’s head lower. Vex blinked, only for the answer to her unspoken question to be granted to her just as instantaneously.
She most certainly didn’t add that to her creation.
The wraiths were a mockery made of the human shape - doomed souls warped by the corrupting properties of the Black Mist and made into a legion of aberrations in service to the Ruined King. They had no blood that could be spilled, no bones to be broken, and no lungs to burn in exhaustion.
This one had a cock.
That glowed.
“...Ew.”
She momentarily met the wraith’s gaze once more, almost resembling that of expectance with its limited range of emotions.
“If you think for a second that I’m gonna-”
She failed to take note of the fact that she was literally in the palm of its hand. The wraith knew to wait for when her mouth would open before forcing her onto its member. The difference between their height had her dangling from midair with little choice but to cling her tiny hands to its hips for balance.
Immediately, Vex’s taste buds were assailed with the odd sensation of the spectral shaft slipping down to her throat. An unknown “material” if one could call it that. Not flesh but almost mimicking it, for what its intended use was for. Her mouth slid down its length until its pair of hanging balls slapped against her chin.
Also glowing.
For no reason.
Vex hated it.
The ghoul, on the other hand, did not seem to care for her distaste of its brightened extremities. The yordle’s head was reeled back before again bringing her down to the base of its cock, earning an obscene noise from her.
Vex’s protests were all nothing but wet gurgles as the wraith invaded her mouth. Before her eyes began to roll, she saw its indifferent expression. She couldn’t say if the beast took satisfaction in using her like some plaything.
Although, she’d be lying if she hadn’t dreamt of this scenario before.
Just with a more preferable party. One whose name rhymed with…whatever rhymes with Viego.
Ideally, on his throne, hand rough albeit tender on her head. She’d still be standing on her feet given their height difference. She closed her eyes, envision him glowering down at her, literally pounding his frustrations down her throat.
Saliva trailed all over the throbbing imitation of a manhood. How or why it was warm like one, Vex could not say. She wasn’t entirely sure she wished to know either. Her tongue inadvertently swirled around it, tasting almost nothing - even when it finally erupted down her throat.
Vex just barely managed to swallow the foreign substance as it spilled into her mouth. When the confines of her maw could bear no longer, glowing green ick all but shot out from her full lips, painting the ground with blotches of ectoplasmic spunk.
The wraith’s grip loosened just enough for her to let herself fall onto her behind, coughing up the remnants. She glared, trying to wipe away the muck caked around the side of her mouth. If she didn’t know any better, she would’ve surmised that it didn’t even care that it was putting her through this grief. That it lacked the intelligence to take even the smallest satisfaction in her humiliation. Or that perhaps, the lack of reaction was her humiliation. A mockery made to not only deride her magical skill but to tarnish her usefulness to Viego. What would he think if she were unable to deal with a simple obtrusive minion?
That particular thought creased her brow more than any ray of sunshine no matter how bright.
“Hmph...that the best you got?”
Vex couldn’t say if the wraith had even the ability to take orders but it seemed to grasp her challenge if nothing else. She might’ve even caught the semblance of annoyance in its snarl.
Gruff hands caught the stitched sleeves of her hoodie. Vex found herself turned on a heel, her sleeves clutched behind her. It roughly aimed her body forward, forcing out the backside her hoodie had little chance in covering. Her ample cheeks were put on display - the wetness between her legs was only a product of her vivid imagination, she reminded herself.
With its incomparable height, the ghoul squatted to her level. There was some solace to be found in the fact that she wasn’t facing it. It didn’t take more than one guess to tell where this was going next.
Vex’s breath hitched as she felt that immeasurable cock at her lower lips. Somehow, it knew to tease her, merely rubbing its hard length against her entrance. The wretch busied itself, that slimy thing letting itself thrust between her cheeks. Her baggy clothes would aptly hide how much softer she was in comparison to other yordles but that was a luxury she did not have.
She grew impatient. It could ravage her at any moment and now she had to wait for it? Lame.
“Ughh, just get on with it alread-ah!”
It didn’t give her the satisfaction of snipping back. The swollen prick finally breached her entrance, forcing out a needy moan she never thought she’d make.
At least not in this particular scenario.
With its aggravatingly huge size, her tight snatch was left with little choice but to clench and squeeze. The wraith yanked on her sleeves, only pressing its dick more firmly into her. Despite her resistance, it delved as deep as it could go until her ass pressed against its loins.
Vex felt it. The unnatural warmth gnawing at her insides. As much as she loathed to admit, her creation was big - satisfyingly big in all the right ways.
She wasn’t given a moment’s rest either way. Soon enough, she was lifted as it stood upright. She didn’t take kindly to her legs being dangled again. It pulled away with a wet squelch only to force itself back in, rocking her entire body forward.
“Urrgh! F-fuck…” Her noises were only barely stifled through grit teeth. She fought back against the pleasure - or rather, she tried to. “...Hhhharder...g-guh. I bet he’d do worlds better than you…”
The ghoul shockingly followed her command. Had Vex’s hands not been restrained, she’d be digging her fingers into whatever part of its body that she could grab.
Her head grew fuzzy.
Her once tired, bag-ridden eyes were now rolling.
Her dangling legs twisted in pleasure, forcing her walls to contort around the cock that relentlessly pounded into her.
The ghoul had an uncanny sense of tempo in its thrusts. Each one wore her floodgates down just as strongly as the last – almost as though it were commanded to. Its grip on her sleeves tightened when the fucking grew louder. An inhuman rumble joined Vex’s restrained mewls soon enough. The yordle’s tiny body could only hold out for so long.
Her orgasm finally hit, every rupturing tingle numbing the feeling in her legs. Vex failed to keep her girlish whine lodged in her throat. Yet, her personal afterglow held no sway over the monster’s pace.
Neither did its own climax.
There was a deep rumble in the ghoul’s mass that shook Vex to her core, her eyes widening as her nethers, still sensitive from her climax, burned with an overwhelming sensation.
The titanic monstrosity’s shuddering was so great that Vex thought that, perhaps, it would shake itself apart into its dark and misty constituents, but she was mistaken. Whatever surge her creation was experiencing, it found its release through its member.
Ectoplasmic spunk exploded from its tip, the force and volume causing Vex to arch her spine and throw her head back, her face twisted into a grimace (more than her usual), her teeth gritting as she felt the musty air of the isles punched clean out of her lungs. Strand after strand shot into her walls, giving her stomach an acidic glow as it slowly began to pudge from the volume of it all.
“U-uurgh!” She wailed. Her eyes went half-lidded, every powerful shot hitting her womb like a blow to the gut. With every shiver sent up her spine, her toes curled. “Alright, enough already, I’m full!” Vex only barely had enough energy left in her to whine.
To her relief, her creation deemed the order worthy to be followed. The bouncing against its “flesh” ceased. Her sleeves no longer threatened to tear off from how much it tugged on them and her ass felt sore, no doubt reddened from the beating it suffered.
Her head slumped as she panted, catching her breath. Her eyes couldn’t help but survey the damage: sticky green muck leaking from between her legs, making a puddle onto the floor. Nasty.
Vex winced, knowing her body was not going to take too kindly to being forced to stand on jelly legs but at this point, she couldn’t care less.
“Ok…I’m giving you one last chance…to put me down.”
She knew now that it was capable of hearing her words through whatever constituted as its ears. Having managed to comprehend a multitude of things throughout their time. It had to have satisfied itself with her by now from whatever spurred it to do so in the first place, she thought.
Except.
“Wait…”
Her pupils shrank as she felt the tightening of her hoodie once more.
“Wai-wai-wait, no! Nononono!!”
The thrusting began renewed from the yordle’s enhancements to its stamina.
--
Vex opened her eyes.
The swirling expanse of mist still remained overhead, giving little indication of how much time passed before having lost consciousness. She found Shadow’s cat-like face obstructing it only seconds later.
Her dreary eyes blinked.
“Mmm…Move.”
The loyal companion did as told, almost tenderly returning to its place at her side. Where it belonged.
She didn’t bother to fight the lethargy, content to stare at the soothingly dreary sky instead. It comforted her, even with the first sensation thrown at her being…stickiness.
A brief glance revealed that she had been left to wallow in a puddle of gooey spunk – her hoodie wet and partially torn, seed (or at least the impression of it) pooled between her legs in obscene quantities. Her stomach stubbornly held that sickly green glow that disgusted her.
And not in a good way.
“Well, now isn’t this quite the mess.”
Briefly, that feeling of exhaustion left her as her eyes moved to spot the source of the intruding voice. They narrowed at the unpleasant sight: the unholy union of bone and chain, burning in a horridly green glow that seemed to absorb what remaining color lingered in the air around it.
Thresh smugly strode into the garden, the eyeholes of his burning skull falling on its half-naked denizen.
“I take it, the king’s order proved too much for little Vex.”
“…Shove it.” She retorted with what remaining acid she had left to spew.
The torment-hungry freak chuckled to himself, no doubt enjoying that the king’s venerated “cohort” in her current state.
Of all the grim things on this island, Thresh was the only thing she came close to hating as much as Bandle City.
His stupid, ugly skull made what could partially be seen as a smirk before finally buzzing off. But not before he could leave her with one last remark in his true torturous fashion.
“A word of advice. Perhaps next time, you would consider getting a stronger hold on your...constructs.” As he turned to slink back into whatever shadowy hollow he creeped out of, Vex’s eyes widened once the realization hit her like a carriage. “Wouldn’t want anyone wresting control out from under you, advisor.”