Day 4 - Teratophilia (Monsterfucking) - League of Legends

“I mean, what the fuck am I even supposed to do, seduce the fucking bull?” Evelynn was on a roll now and didn’t particularly care if the shopkeeper seemed less than fully interested. “Those morons get manhandled by a thing that can barely talk, let alone fight, and I have to suffer for it?”

“Listen, lady, are you going to buy something?”

“I told you, I’m waiting for gold.” Eve waved him off, “Why the fuck can one moron lose the match for all of us, but one good competitor can’t win it for the team?”

“Maybe you’re just not built to carry a team,” The shopkeep said absentmindedly, “Lots of you champions aren’t.”

“I can carry absolutely fine, thank you,” She hissed back, “Just so long as the opponent trying to carry isn’t a monster.”

“Why can’t you seduce him? I thought you seduced the monsters in the jungle.”

“There’s a difference between charming something and seducing it. I charm stupid little things to make them lower their guard, I seduce actual opponents to lead them to their doom.”

“Well if you’re not going to seduce him, why not charm him?”

“You don’t understand, he’s too smart to charm, but he’s probably too stupid to seduce.”

“I don’t really get your point.”

“Well, I wouldn’t exactly expect you to.” Evelynn looked the shopkeeper up and down, “Though I’m sure you’re perfectly acceptable to the potential suitors in the… whatever you are community.”

“How much gold did you say you were waiting for, exactly?” The shopkeeper annoyedly raised one of his bushy eyebrows.

“About two hundred, much better here than potentially getting chased off by that thing.”

A moment later Eve was fleeing the shop behind a barrage of insults and hastily-flung cheap items. She cursed under her breath and straightened out the shadowy mist that made up her outfit.

“Well, see if I buy anything else from you,” She shot the bird back behind her, “Wouldn’t even be going there at all if there were any other shops in this place. “

Evelynn scanned the map for a moment with an ever-increasing sense of things sliding out of her control. She was nearing the upper limit of how much value she could realistically get out of killing monsters in the jungle or showing up at the top of the map for the Nth time. Mid was a shitshow where the two wannabe samurai brothers had been trading mortal blows and increasingly unprintable insults for the past few minutes. And bot, if it wasn’t bad enough that they’d given the minotaur a huge lead, was starting to leech off of her jungle to try to get out of the deficit that they had been responsible for creating. It was quickly becoming a question not of if they could still win, but with how much dignity they were going to lose. The answer was shaping up to be a modicum top, a minimum mid, and a complete deficit bot.

She glanced around a final time before checking the magical book she’d picked up early on. Ever since trying to take down the minotaur and his pet rat by herself, it hadn’t hummed with the same raw magical power it had when she’d bought it. It might never get the magic back. She was tempted to call it yet another scam on the shopkeeper’s part, but she couldn’t pretend that he hadn’t warned her about it losing power.

The minotaur was alone in her jungle, setting up his little vision trinkets. She had already lost her showoff status, she had nothing to lose but another trip back to the shop. She might not get a better chance.

Evelynn cloaked herself in darkness and shifted along through the jungle like she was swimming through the reality around her, that ever-bright hard-shaped place which one only borrowed time in. She came up close behind the minotaur, near enough to smell him, see the great hulking mass of his back. Each of his arms roughly the size of her in entirety. His hide was so thick, so well-armored that she’d only get one shot to make a proper killing blow. If she didn’t do her damage right, didn’t completely eradicate him in one go, it was going to be death by inches.

Or maybe not.

She reconsidered for a second, staring him down like this. Even her best blow probably didn’t deal a tenth of what she needed to do. The only way to actually stand a chance was to try something drastic, experiment a bit. It was another in a long line of “what do I have to lose” questions. The answer, realistically, was nothing but dignity.

It didn’t even notice when her charm landed. She wondered if it even understood any sort of libidinal impulse. Some of the other champions and some of the jungle creatures only really recognized a vague ur-female protection urge, more of a mother thing than anything else. The voidlings in particular reacted to being charmed with almost physical discomfort. After a moment it looked up and around in confusion. It was breathing slowly, heavily, eyes blinking with a sort of hazy disinterest at its surroundings. She wondered if she’d done anything more to it than make it forget where it was. The next part would show her.

“Hey, big guy,” She uncloaked herself and stepped out from the shadows where it could see her, “Nice and easy, yeah? No violent urges, no sudden movements?”

The minotaur looked back at her with the same kind of dull half-understanding as before, but at the very least it didn’t start charging her down. It blow steam from its nostrils and stared down a long snout at her as she got as close as she dared, then a step closer.

“You probably don’t even know what I am, do you?” She reached out and poked it, the sheer heat radiating off of it like a small brush fire, “I’m just a woman-shaped area of things you don’t want to destroy, right?”

When she was able to reach out and poke it again, that more or less confirmed her suspicion.

“So, what? There females of your species or you some kind of weird one-of-a-kind mutant?” She reached out a tentative hand and flipped up his loincloth for long enough to see a pair of swinging balls the size of her head hanging below a sheath.

He snorted again and made her take a cautious step back. She rolled her eyes.

“Okay, big guy, what does a girl of your species look like? Udders? Hooves?” She let magic shimmer around her, her form for him shifting to whatever it was that a minotaur would feel some kind of lust for, “Whatever it is, girl of your dreams, right here. How about you drop your guard for her?”

The change registered on his face slowly, an almost sad sort of confusion coloring whatever greater lust he might have been feeling. He said something slow, grating like tectonic plates rubbing together. She was rustier on her Vastayan than she’d thought, but he also talked like a natural disaster.

“Not really a sight guy?” She reached out to touch him and he flinched back, “Come on, get a whiff of me then. Nice and… cow-y, right?”

He didn’t really budge, staying in place and looking at her somewhat sadly.

“Okay, maybe not into your own kind? How about a girl from Bilgewater? Piltover? Targon? Noxus?”

Something flared in him on the last one and she fed off of the energy he was putting out to shape it more specifically. She could only ever get a sort of funhouse-mirror version of what her targets were seeing. This one was effete, frail even. Meager clothes. A servant or a handler of some kind. Maybe somebody who had been the only one to show the beast the milk of human kindness, maybe somebody from before something bad happened to him. It didn’t really matter.

“Well I don’t want you weepy on me,” She focused her energy into a charm four or five times stronger than normal, “Give me something I can use, hmm?”

The reaction this time was like hitting him with an electrical pulse. He jerked upright and clutched at his head, his loincloth bobbing for a moment before sliding out of the way as his cock unsheathed. She had to take a step back to get out of the way of it as it swelled to almost the length of one of her legs. Thick around as her head and with a flared flat tip which easily changed the insertion prospects for the majority of beings in existence from “impossible’ to “fucking impossible”. This wasn’t a concern she shared.

“That’s a little big, even for me,” She prodded the tip of it, “But we’ll manage.”

He picked her up suddenly, closing one of his massive hands around her waist and hoisting her like a doll. Looking down at his cock, she wasn’t sure if he saw her body as being able to handle it or not, but she’d hit him with enough magic that he wasn’t going to change his mind. Her body was already shifting, void matter rearranging itself in preparation for a herculean feat. Considering the steady clear drip from the tip of his rod, she had to make it fast.

“Alright you big brute,” She did her best to prepare herself, “How about you show me some of that power you’ve been getting from embarrassing my allies?”

The minotaur brought her body down onto his impossibly large cock like he was playing with a doll. She could only guess at what the feeling for him was, considering the swollen state of his balls and the unlikelihood of him having found anything else to viably fuck in god-knew-how-long, it was probably enough whatever it was. For her it was unique to anything else she’d found. There had been some impossibly large partners before, but none to this extent. It wasn’t so much that she was actually fucking him so much as she was a cloud of sensations and energy which was vaguely inhabiting the same place of reality as his cock. The real pleasure for her was the sexual energy inside of him, the mixture of pent-up lust within his being and the power he had gained from his stomping of her team. Even when she’d previously seduced powerful heroes, lesser gods, the like… it hadn’t compared. It was like she’d plugged herself into the sun itself from the waist down, and the light was coming up and through her body, shining out from her eyes and her mouth, blinding her as it surged inside. She saw white, she saw red, she saw purple.

“Fuck! Yes! That’s it! Give me your energy! Let it all out!”

With all of her targets, their fury and their passion would grow even as their energy drained. Their thrusts would become increasingly desperate, increasingly feeble as they neared their moment of ecstasy, then they’d feel one great moment of light before either fading away or passing out for days at a time. While the minotaur’s thrusts were growing faster and more forceful, the energy didn’t seem to be dwindling. Each time his massive cock pumped into her, distending the vague collection of aura that looked like her stomach but was somehow large and flexible enough to withstand even this, she could feel another surge of his mounting lust, and the light inside would get brighter.

“It’s always… the ones who haven’t had a woman… that get the biggest leads!” She writhed and shuddered with delight, “When I’m through with you… I’ll make it so even the… the light mage can 1v1 you!”

The minotaur roared and closed another hand around what was both her and wasn’t, throwing his head back and pumping her with both hands. Something in Evelynn seemed to crack, the amount of energy flowing into her felt like it was stretching her, pushing her energy further and further apart. The line blurred between the illusion he was seeing and her actual body. She was growing, expanding to match his size more. To actually change her body, even just to blend in at the periphery of a public space, was an order of magnitude more taxing than the illusion. Right now it felt like nothing, but she could also feel herself getting realer, the massive cock inside of her starting to scrape and stretch at her body where before it had only touched aura.

“Wait! Too much energy!” She started reaching for the massive digits closed around her body, “They made you too powerful, slow down!”

He was too far gone to listen, pumping with both hands at a speed which brought her almost entirely off of his cock and then speared her back to the base in the span of a second. With each outward motion she could feel the massive flare of his head pulling against her like a cork blocking the lip of a bottle. Then each time pumping in it would slam against her womb like it was trying to push it into her throat. She was fortunate that she was still growing, even if there might not be a size that she could get to where she was fully safe. She pounded her fists impotently against his hands.

“You! Stupid! Fucking! Beast!” She could feel her breath being forced from her lungs with each downward pump, “Put! Me! Down! Before-”

She didn’t get to finish. With a fierce roar and a forceful, impaling slam he buried himself down to the sheath of his cock. His massive furry balls pumped the first near-gallon streak of cum into her body. Evelynn could feel it, she wasn’t supposed to be able to feel it! The sexual energy poured into her like pure fury from the raw power from the raw core of the earth. Her lips wrapped formlessly around several different things, trying to curse, trying to express the strangeness of her body cumming at the same time as her energy being fed by a release that even her previous three most powerful victims couldn’t have matched put together, and trying to groan in displeasure at the feeling of her entirely too physical and too real stomach being swollen and distended as the minotaur continued to release inside of her. For the first time in her existence Evelynn felt like her brain was being jammed, unable to even formulate a proper thought as unusual and inhuman pleasures rippled and shimmered through her. She felt weightless, almost formless, though it helped that she was effectively both, being both carried and having her body shifted to the minotaur’s desires.

As soon as he was done he let go of her and clutched at his head in hazy confusion. Eve was still trying to grapple with the shuddering come-down of her own orgasm when she was suddenly heavy and unsupported on a deflating cock. She felt herself drop to the ground, the clogging cork of his flared head popping free and showering her with the final sticky ropes of his load as she landed indignantly on the ground. She clutched at her swollen stomach, deflating slowly as she lay but still massively distended. She couldn’t hold any one form. She felt parts of her drifting, shifting, trying to be some combination of animal vegetable and mineral which would allow her to make sense of what had just happened. The minotaur shook his head and looked down at her, then stepped over and picked her coin purse up off of the ground before he started away. Evelynn tried to rise to her feet and give chase, but only managed to drag herself a few feet after him before giving up.

“You piece of shit! You stupid animal! Come back here! I’m not done with you! You haven’t seen the last of me!” She hurled whatever cliches she could think of, not expecting any of them to really land, “I’ll bite your legs off! If you ever show your face around here again, it’ll be the last time! Call me, please!”

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