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The sun still rises.
It's the 167th day, and the rain still hasn't fallen.
Zashikasha can feel the warmth of the morning light, coming from the distant horizon, shining directly on the curled
leaves and vines. In the past, when those plague-stricken lands were still vibrant with life, she loved this feeling.
The sunlight brought vitality, brought satiation, and through every unfolding green leaf, it made her feel
comfortable .
But those days are gone. Now, the sunlight means withering, hunger, decay, and death. Hippolyta
is gone. Yesterday morning, she could still smell her faint scent, but now there's nothing left.
The breath of life has faded, leaving only a dry, brownish-yellow remains. Unlike flesh
and blood that end with a single breath, the death of a plant is a long and arduous process. Before the scorching heat and thirst destroy the last green
branch, she must silently endure the torment, feeling each part of her body painfully disappear from her senses
, until consciousness vanishes along with the evaporation of the last drop of moisture.
Zashikasha still remembered the scents of her neighbors; each Killing Vine smelled different, though those
stupid animals could never tell the difference. She remembered those scents lingering around her, seeping into
the pores of her leaves. But now, they were all gone. Not long ago, she could still smell the stench of decaying corpses, but now,
even that was gone. The Plague Land was descending into utter stillness; even the wind rarely visited, and when it did
, it was dry and hot. Yet, she still hoped, hoped that it would soon dry the last drop of sap in her stems, so
that she could enter her eternal slumber amidst the mournful sound of the wind.
The sunlight was slowly changing its angle, growing increasingly scorching, and Zashikasha stood silently on the cracked
ground. The roots at the very bottom still retained a faint dampness. She had lived too long; her roots were wider and deeper than
most of her kind. It was this that allowed her to survive until now, but she didn't know
if it was luck or a long period of suffering. She remembered the creatures that had died entangling her thorns and vines
, so fragile, needing only a few minutes to be wrapped around their necks. Their dying struggles, their helpless
cries , the blood flowing from their wounds—all of it had excited her then, when she felt superior, like
the master of life. But now, she understood: before the capricious hand of fate, she was nothing more than a fragile plaything.
But suddenly she noticed something unusual. Something was coming through the dry, hot air, a faint vibration
rustling the leaves, a different sound, one she hadn't heard in a long time, a sound other than the wind.
It sounded like something rapidly striking the ground, growing closer. She recognized the sound; it belonged to some
herbivorous creature, often appearing with another fragile and delicious creature. A living thing—she felt
the almost frozen sap surging again in her ducts. In those desperately dry years, she had never dared to hope
that she would ever hear a living thing again. "Come on, come on, my little darling, come closer." She pleaded urgently
. If withering was an inescapable fate, then a hearty meal before that might be
the best ending for a killer vine .
The voice grew closer, pounding against the ground and the vines hidden underground. She could already smell a faint
scent—sweat, a fishy smell. Those sweet and delicious memories surged up instantly. It was a horse, and not just
a horse. She could also smell a faint and unique scent, similar to floral fragrance, but with a stronger human
scent , and a scent that only a woman could have. Her favorite food had arrived.
Unbeknownst to the humans, beneath the withered leaves and dust, lay a crouching, weakened plant
charging recklessly. The horse's hooves trampled the vines in the shallow soil. In that instant, Zashikasha roared with ecstatic joy. All the vines
leaped from beneath the camouflage, dust and withered grass swirling in the air. The horse neighed, allowing her to discern
direction. Thick branches swept across the ground like giant pythons, easily toppling the creature.
Sharp vines immediately swarmed up, tightly binding the poor creature's limbs and neck.
But another prey remained, not yet completely caught. She frantically tried to dodge the swaying
vines . Zashikasha smiled contemptuously; she always enjoyed this process, letting her prey feel
its own insignificance in fear and struggle.
But a sudden, intense pain erupted from the vines—flames, blazing flames, accompanied by
a deafening roar and a powerful impact. Several vines lost all sensation, and she thrashed about in fury. A
mage —perfect, perfect sacrifice to bring a killer vine's life to a perfect close. She could
feel parts of her body burning, but that only fueled her excitement. Two of the thickest vines
clamped down on their prey, one after the other. The mage continued to fight back, her spells blasting away a large chunk of flesh, but far from destroying
the entire vine. The woman briefly leaped off the ground, dodging one vine, but she was too slow. Another
vine lashed her leg with a gust of wind, sending her crashing to the ground with a scream. She tried to cast another spell, but
more vines entangled her hands, snatched her staff, and tossed it far away. It was over.
Zashikasha had been waiting for her prey's struggles and cries, but this time, to her surprise, the woman
bound by appeared calm and composed. "Cough cough," she suddenly laughed, her voice like a wind chime:
"As expected, those who are destined to die can't escape it no matter what. She escaped Noxus's pursuit, but in the end, she'll die in
the wilderness at the hands of a plant. Haha, that's an ending I never imagined."
Tiny thorns on the vine pierced her flesh deeply, but she seemed oblivious. Her still-movable
fingers gently tapped the vine: "Hey, you morning glory, if you could understand human speech, would you be willing to give a
young lady some care before she dies? I haven't touched a man for three months. It would be so boring to die like this."
Zashikasha extended a slender vine, its sharp tip gently brushing against the woman's face. She was very smooth,
somewhat thin, with a pointed chin. Suddenly, she felt something damp touch the vine, warm
and swaying gently, giving her a strange sense of comfort. She followed the soft, flexible thing upwards
, and then something wrapped around it. A slight sucking sensation drove it deeper and deeper, immersing it in the
slightly wriggling, warm cave. The moving flesh continued to play with the tip of the vine, as if it
were a vine itself. The cave was full of liquid, which was what Zashikasha craved most. She opened
every tiny hole on the vine's surface and greedily sucked it in, like drinking the morning dew. It
didn't taste like rainwater; it had a slightly fishy and sweet smell.
The woman released her lips from the vine and said softly, "Let go of my hand, I
can't escape ."
Zashikasha hesitated for a moment, but ultimately showed confidence. The vine binding the woman's left hand loosened
, spiraling away from the woman's slender arm, which was riddled with blood from the thorns. The woman laughed again,
her voice slightly muffled from her mouth still holding the vine: "Hahaha, you're quite the beautiful flower. I've
heard of creatures like you before, but I didn't believe you could truly understand speech."
As she spoke, she gripped the tattered pieces of cloth covering her body and ripped them off forcefully,
starting with her upper body. As the clothes were removed, Zashikasha felt the peculiar fragrance intensify.
It was the scent of spices, but besides that, there was a faint other smell—a slightly fishy odor
that reminded her of sweetness. Following the scent, she extended the vine towards it, touching a soft,
elastic of flesh, round and tender, trembling slightly as the vine moved it. In the center of that mass was
a cone-shaped protrusion, the place where the sweet aroma was most intense. Zaxi Kasha tried to touch it, and something
slowly bulged out from its center—a small, round fleshy granule, about the size of a berry,
firmer than the surrounding flesh, standing there abruptly. Zaxi Kasha used the thorns on the vine to prick it, and the woman's body
trembled violently, letting out a soft "ah."
"Oh, you're so naughty! I like it. You have to play with me until you're completely broken before you eat me up! I
was planning dress up as a lady and get married later, but oh well, no chance now. This is the last time in my life
. There's no use keeping my body around. I have to go all out and have some fun to make it worthwhile."
The woman's hand moved to her lower body, lifting up her dust-covered long skirt and tearing
off the last bit of narrow fabric covering her. She reached out and gently grasped a vine, guiding it under her skirt:
"Come on, my most delicious part is for you to savor."
Zashikasha moved her limbs with the woman's hand. She was puzzled by this situation. She was supposed to be
the one in control, but the woman's voice and fingers seemed to have a special magic, making her willing to submit to her manipulation.
Under her skirt, between her legs tightly bound by the vine, the smell there was strong,
quite different from the smell of her upper body. It smelled fishy and had a hint of sour stench. The woman's voice sounded a little
shy : "I'm sorry, I can't bathe often when I'm on the run. If even a plant dislikes me
, I'll be so ashamed."
Zashikasha didn't dislike the smell. For a plant, stench often meant fertile nutrients,
and the scent from beneath the woman seemed particularly alluring. It was strange; she had eaten many
humans , but she seemed never to have savored their scent so carefully. But she also remembered
that no human had ever tried to speak to her before, at most only terrified cries for help.
A little liquid dripped onto the vines, thicker than the woman's mouth, with a slightly sour taste, slowly flowing down
the winding tendrils. She continued reaching upwards, touching warm skin. Unlike the
rest of her body, it wasn't smooth and supple; instead, it was wrinkled and sparsely haired. Between two thin
labia , a sticky fluid was flowing, and the vine licked up and down the crevice, sucking up the glistening
nectar. The sharp barbs scraped against the moist, slightly sticky flesh, causing the woman to let out intermittent moans and gasps
. "Can you let go of my other hand too?" she asked.
Zashikasha did so, and the woman, as if impatient, stretched her newly freed right hand
between . Her fingers caressed the not-so-smooth skin, and she uttered soft
moans. The sticky fluid covered her palm and fingers, and she playfully grasped the vine, smearing the fluid on
its surface. It felt good, Zashikasha thought. For the first time, she discovered she liked the feeling of being touched and squeezed
. With her other hand, she parted the two wrinkled labia, revealing a
moist, tender . Her other hand, holding the vine, guided it towards the opening in the center of the flesh, from which a spring of water gushed:
"Come in, it's delicious inside."
A thirst for moisture drove Zashikasha, but also a peculiar curiosity. She had never actually examined a human body
so closely before; previously, she had simply waited for them to die, rot, and be
absorbed. Her vine was about the thickness of a woman's wrist, sparsely covered with half-inch-long thorns that
had previously caused her prey to scream in agony. But now, a woman was eagerly wanting to accept it into her body,
which she found incomprehensible and unbelievable.
The tip of the vine had entered the soft, moist opening, still wriggling slightly.
Zashikasha slowly burrowed deeper, the woman's tender flesh tightly gripping the vine, rhythmically
contracting like a hand holding her, giving her a feeling of comfort and satisfaction. The fluid filling the cave
made her eager to go further. The vine thickened gradually at the entrance, then reached its thorny
part, where she felt significant resistance. But that was insignificant before the power of the killer vine.
The vine advanced slowly but steadily, the thorns beginning to cut into flesh, a pungent, slightly sweet liquid
flowing from the wounds. The woman struggled violently, screaming shrilly. The sound reminded her of her past
prey , but it was different; not simply pain, not desperate cries, but tinged with excitement
. Between gasps and cries, the woman's voice trembled: "Lalaya's cunt is going to
rot ...it's so good, I've always wanted this day. Keep going,
baby!"
Lalaya Zashikasha repeated the name in her mind as she thrust the vines deeper.
The cunt wasn't as deep as she had imagined; she quickly reached the end. At the very depths was a small, hemispherical
protrusion , much harder than the surrounding tender flesh. When she tried to apply more force, she was surprised to find
that the soft cunt could actually extend inward with her thrusts. The folds on the walls were straightened little by little
, but the grip tightened abruptly. Thick fluid continuously secreted from every inch of the flesh,
mingling with the fluid gushing from the long wounds inflicted by the thorns. The woman's body trembled, and
every vine binding her could clearly feel the trembling. She could also feel the thumping sounds that only living beings could make
, becoming more and more rapid and restless, just like the contractions of her cunt.
The vines had finally pushed the elasticity of her vagina to its limit, making further penetration difficult.
The tips of the vines, over a foot long, were buried deep within the writhing, soft flesh, greedily absorbing the gushing fluid. A dozen sharp thorns
were deeply embedded in her delicate inner walls, sensing the metallic taste deep within. Each time the woman contracted her vagina, the thorns
pierced even deeper, causing her to scream involuntarily. Yet, this did nothing to stop her frenzied
actions. Not only did she contract, but she also tried to make the tender flesh writhe back and forth, as if trying to suck the vines into its depths
. The thorns scratched back and forth at the deepest part of the wounds. As she did this, her limbs convulsed violently,
yet she refused to stop, as if the thorns were bringing her pleasure rather than torture.
"Baby, you're amazing," the woman continued, stammering and moaning. "Deeper and more powerful than any man I
've ever slept with. Only the Noxian interrogation
room can compare to you."
Her hands were forcefully pulling at the two firm, rounded muscles at the end of her thighs, widening the opening between them
. She used her fingers to dab the bloody fluid flowing from the vine-filled orifice, rubbing it in circles on the slightly
raised area. "A few more, women don't just have one hole,"
Zashikasha said, dancing with ecstasy. The woman's hands gently guided the vines, leading to another seemingly smaller
hole. There was a scent Zashikasha liked there, like fertilizer. She tried inserting the tip of the vine
. This hole was indeed tighter, with several times more grip and resistance than the other, but it was only the entrance. Inside,
it felt soft and comfortable. As the vine went deeper, the entrance, though still narrow, obediently
opened to accommodate the thicker part. But as the thorns tried to squeeze through the opening, the woman
convulsed . Zaxi Kasha suddenly felt a sharp pain from the vine in the woman's mouth; her teeth clenched
it tightly, trembling violently, and a low whimper escaped her throat. Zaxi Kasha didn't pay much attention; plants
don't feel pain intensely, never crying out at the slightest wound like living creatures. She continued to penetrate
deeper . The woman's tight flesh caused the thorns to bend slightly, sliding smoothly into the cave. When the thorns
bounced back inside, she whimpered and struggled again. But as more thorns scraped against the opening
and walls, she seemed to quickly adapt, reverting to her excited moans. This cave wasn't
as moist as the previous one, but it was deep and winding. Zaxi Kasha explored further,
gradually opening the previously contracted passages. Soon she encountered something slightly hard—the taste of nutrients she
hadn't tasted in a long time. Zashikasha excitedly sucked up the sap, pushing it aside as she crawled deeper into the winding
passage , the sharp thorns easily tearing through the thin walls of flesh. The woman's teeth gripped the vine
tightly. Good, fair, Zashikasha thought. I brought her pain, and she gave me a little in return. The slightly
salty liquid flowed onto the vine the woman was biting. She cried out and sobbed, but her two orifices continued
to contract and writhe desperately, the wet squeezing giving Zashikasha an indescribable pleasure. "
Am I giving her pleasure in return?" she suddenly wondered. This thought struck her as strange. Why would I
consider the feelings of my prey? Killing them, absorbing them—there was never any fairness. But she also sensed
something different. Besides nourishment, this prey brought her something else, such as
the strange pleasure transmitted through the vine, but it seemed to be more than that. She felt there was something else that made her feel good, but she couldn't quite
put her finger on .
The vine had burrowed more than three feet deep, almost coiling around the woman's stomach.
The passage ahead narrowed, and Zashikasha stopped pushing. The woman released her grip on the vine, panting heavily:
"Ah, Lalaya's intestines are all rotten! What I've always wanted has finally come true.
Thank you, baby."
Her last words were incredibly soft, like a damp spring night breeze. Thank you. Zashikasha knew the
word. She had absorbed much knowledge from her prey's mind, but this was the first time she had truly heard it.
"Alright," the woman tried to stop her trembling. She straightened her body and raised
her head : "Thank you for your hard work, baby. Move now." Her hand pulled the vine
in and out of her mouth: "Like this, Lalaya's favorite."
Zashikasha seemed a little taken aback, but she immediately concluded that her prey was a madwoman. Very well,
torturing the prey is also my favorite thing, isn't it? she thought. The vine, saturated with moisture, gathered its strength, and then, she
began to twitch. The thick vines in the two vaginal openings slowly withdrew from the depths of the cavern, the stretched walls of the openings
tightening behind her. The sharp thorns once again grazed the flesh, tearing away bits of torn flesh. The woman
involuntarily writhed and twisted her waist and limbs desperately, but Zashikasha held her tightly, rendering her efforts
futile. Just as the vines were about to be completely withdrawn from her body, she thrust them back in with a sudden, powerful thrust. She quickly grew to enjoy
this movement; the sensation of the soft tubes rubbing against the vines was captivating. The erect thorns were
tearing apart the unprotected, warm flesh inside the openings, and thick, messy fluid
flowed from her vaginal openings with each thrust. The woman screamed and cried, but her cries were interspersed with twisted laughter.
"Hahaha, you know what? The way I've always dreamed of dying is having my cunt completely
ripped apart and then being eaten. Cough, but I never thought I'd be eaten by plants.
Haha, you know what? A lot of men want my cunt, but I
hate Cough, no, I don't hate their dicks, but I hate the faces on the other end of their dicks
. Haha, I wonder what they would think if they saw me like this today."
The tattered flesh walls diligently flowed with a murky liquid, allowing the vines
to move unimpeded through the lubricated passage. The once tight opening of the cunt had been torn open by the sharp thorns going in and out, leaving
several cracks. Now it wasn't as tight, but it was still very strong. The woman used it to suck on
the vines , the thorns snagging at the broken flesh inside. Each time it was pulled out, it almost ripped them out. The woman
squeezed her vaginal muscles tightly to barely keep them inside her body, but that left new and deeper
scratches on the thorns each time. Her own hands were also caressing her body, one kneading her ample breasts, the other
rapidly rubbing just outside her vulva, uttering soft moans as she did so. Suddenly, as if
remembering something, she grabbed a thin vine and guided it to touch the spot she had just been kneading. It
was a small, hard, smooth granule, erect amidst the soft flesh. The woman tried to guide a sharp thorn towards...
"Pierce through that fleshy lump: 'Pierce through her darling, pierce through Lalaya's most comfortable spot.'"
Zashikasha carefully manipulated her limbs, aiming the needle tip at the small fruit and precisely piercing it.
She discovered that it wasn't just a fruit; it also had a longer part hidden under the skin. She pushed the needle forward,
and amidst the woman's excited, trembling voice, it pierced straight into the cartilage beneath. "It's so exciting, I'm about to
faint from happiness!" the woman cried out in a daze. Zashikasha felt her hands exerting
force, as if tearing at something. She tested it with a vine, and the answer surprised her: the woman was using both hands to
pull the soft skin covering the fleshy bud apart, tearing it open a little, trembling as
she
gritted gently stroked the bloody organ while panting urgently: "More, more
thorns, I like to tear apart Lalaya's clitoris." While
continuing to thrust in and out of the fleshy bud, Zashikasha gathered several small vines together, letting the bristle-like thorns densely pierce into the protruding flesh. She could feel the woman's heart pounding violently, almost leaping out of her body. She tried to pull out the needle, then pierced it again. In that instant, all the muscles in the woman's body tensed. She could feel the fluid in her vagina suddenly increasing in volume and thickness. The woman didn't speak, only trembled violently, emitting rapid, nasal breaths. Zaxi Kasha was beginning to understand her reaction. She felt she should like it, so she continued the needle-piercing process . Every inch of the woman's skin was getting hot, and a sour, salty fluid was constantly secreting from her body. Suddenly , she erupted in an even more intense trembling, her breathing sounding incredibly labored, like prey being strangled . But her vagina was contracting with unprecedented force, and a large gush of warm fluid shot out from another small opening between the flesh and the cavity, drenching the vines covered in mucus, blood, and bits of flesh. Even the small bulge at the deepest part of the vagina opened a small hole, from flowed out, carrying a faint sweet taste. As the frenzied convulsions subsided, the woman's taut muscles slowly relaxed. Her mouth was wide open, and she breathed unconsciously, seemingly oblivious to the excruciating pain of her torn flesh. After a long while, she spoke again: "Ah, so good! Only a thoroughly played orgasm is the most pleasurable , baby, I love you to death!" She pulled the vine from her mouth and pressed her trembling, burning lips against it. It was a wonderful feeling for Zashikasha . She held this position for a moment, then continued, "Continue , I want more... um... just like that, let my cunt turn into a mushy mess cough... until I'm fucked to death." Zashikasha continued her torture, plunging the woman into another wave of frenzied spasms and screams. But she could feel her strength waning, her burning skin gradually cooling, and the contraction of her cunt weakening slightly. Although she was still trying to hold on, especially her rear cunt, she gradually lost the ability to maintain its shape. With the thorns' pull, the torn flesh began to loosen, wrinkle, and slide towards the opening. Slowly moving, the woman initially tried to tighten the opening to keep them inside her body, but in the end she gave up with a soft laugh. She loosened that last line of defense, and like a flower suddenly blooming, as the vine pulled out, along with a large clump of sticky, bloody pulp, a section of flesh, already riddled with , was torn out of the opening by the sharp spikes and exposed to the air. The vine's next thrust immediately pushed it back into her body, but when it was pulled out again, the fleshy tube that came out was longer. The woman had completely relaxed the muscles at the opening, letting her organs hang freely from her body like a rag. She reached out and gently touched the thin membrane of flesh still wrapped in the vine. It had long since lost its original shape, and the scratches of varying lengths had cut it into strips of broken flesh, but they were still barely connected. Sharp spikes pierced through the cracks and stood jaggedly on its surface. The woman giggled, "Ah, so beautiful! A charming socialite, even her intestines are ripped apart and hanging down her asshole, so wonderful!" Then she seemed to remember something, "Oh, there's still one place that hasn't rotted away. Many men want to use her to have a son. Ah, what a pity, they all have no chance." "Come on, baby," Zashikasha knew who she was calling, "You should feel it, the little fleshy bud at the very back of my front hole, it has an opening in the middle, come and crawl in." Zashikasha felt around with the tip of the vine, there was indeed a small hole, it had been open a little while ago, but now it was closed again. She inserted the tip of the vine, it was really tight, tighter than any other . Zashikasha pondered, with her strength, penetrating a human body directly would be no difficulty, but now she hoped that this body wouldn't be destroyed too quickly. The woman closed her eyes, feeling the movement . She laughed again: "If one vine isn't enough, I'll use another. Don't underestimate me!" Zashikasha inserted another, thinner vine into the gap between the flesh wall and the vine. The woman began to relax her body to cooperate with her. The vine, from thin to thick, stretched inward, and the feeling of being tightly wrapped intensified. Her vaginal opening had already split open , but it was still not loose. She trembled, caught her breath, and coughed violently. It took her a while calm down. She opened her mouth, but her tone was different. It was no longer so excited and crazy, but like telling a child an ordinary story. "Do plants have fathers too? If not, that's truly lucky." She paused, the tip of the second vine beginning to burrow into the small bulge deep within her body, causing her to cry out in pain again. But she quickly suppressed the pain and continued her calm narration: "You know, my father sent me to many men's beds. When I was fifteen, to please his legion commander, he made me seduce him in his barracks. He used a wine bottle, fists, and shoes..." The woman suddenly laughed, a short and cold laugh: "Ha! But I still have to laugh! Ha! I dare not cry! My father said I wasn't allowed to cry, I was afraid he would beat me! Ha! Later, he succeeded! He climbed up! I started going to the beds of those high-ranking officials! They all liked me because I knew how to play! Ha! Ha! What other women dared not do, I dared to do many times! After playing, I always had to see the doctor, Dr. Deco. He was the only man I willingly slept with." Her voice choked, softly gasping for breath. Zashikasha could feel two salty streams flowing down the woman's back.

A human's face dripped onto her vines and leaves: "It's a pity he's dead. It's good that my father
is dead now too, but even the death of that bastard drags me down with him."
Her hand gently stroked the vines that quietly circled her: "Never mind, it's all in the past. It's good.
I'm tired, really tired. Maybe this is the best ending for me. Thank you for being with me, my darling.
"
Zashikasha felt a little lost. It was the first time a human had spoken to her about the world beyond the Plague Lands,
the human world, but it sent chills down her spine, like the autumn wind that cuts leaves from branches. Finally, she
remembered what she was about to do, something that might make her happy.
The thin tips of the two vines had already burrowed into the round bulge. She was surprised to find that
there was still , but the opening was too narrow for the entire vine to pass through. She began to try to
pry the bulge open with the tips of the vines. At first, it was difficult, but gradually, she felt the hard flesh soften
, opening a loose entrance. She gently tugged at the small hole back and forth, finding herself unwilling to hurt it.
She no longer saw it as food, but as a collectible. The woman, still trembling, murmured
intermittently , "It's such a pity I couldn't have a child. Actually, I've been pregnant several times
, but I miscarried them all. Oh well, baby, it's up to you. Let me experience the feeling of a full womb."
The small hole had gradually widened to a suitable size. Zaxi Kasha felt that threading a thinner
vine through it shouldn't be a problem. She began to pull the thicker one out to replace it with another, but the woman seemed to understand
her meaning: "No need to be so gentle, just use a third one."
Zaxi Kasha hesitated for a moment before doing so. A vine about the thickness of a finger reached out; she deliberately chose one with fewer
thorns . Inserting the two thick vines already side-by-side into the fleshy opening didn't take much effort. She found
the deepest opening, and the other two vines forcefully pried it open to allow her to penetrate. The vines
snaked like venomous snakes, bending and curling in the warm, smooth space inside. When the short, thick thorns grazed the opening
, the woman didn't experience the pain she expected. The vines seemed to read her mind: "You know
, a woman's body is amazing. It doesn't hurt when the cervix is cut; it's
the pulling that hurts."
The vines continued to penetrate deeper, inch by inch, foot by foot, into the sac-like... Space possesses
a wondrous extensibility; the fleshy walls tightly encased the vines coiled into a ball within, yet it seemed that no matter how much
Zashikasha stuffed in, it would expand to a size sufficient to accommodate them. Sharp thorns pierced the flesh, and the woman's
abdomen convulsed in waves: "Ha, this little pouch has caused me so much trouble
! I bleed every month! Well, now let it bleed to its heart's content!"
Zashikasha had almost completely shoved the vine into the fleshy pouch, and the woman's abdomen swelled slightly. She
stroked her belly with ecstasy: "Mmm, like that, keep going, baby! Not full enough yet, a few
more "It doesn't matter if she's torn to pieces,"
her wandering, confused voice seemed to tease the wildness deep within Zashikasha's penis, making her excitedly twitch
her many vines. They began to eagerly burrow into the woman's already gaping, shapeless flesh, causing
a gush of mucus and blood to flow out. The woman was right; the opening of the fleshy sac in the center of the bulge was only
most painful when it was being pulled. Every time a new vine pierced in, expanding her to its maximum size,
the woman would cry out in agony. But when the entire vine had penetrated her uterus, she had become accustomed to that
size and began to appear calm and obsessed. Zashikasha carefully directed every limb in the woman's body. The two thick, thorny vines in
the front fleshy hole began to thrust in and out again, as did the one in the back fleshy hole,
moving the broken intestinal walls in and out, swaying back and forth. The woman shook her head and body frantically: "Ah,
so wonderful, baby, you're such a sweet flower, Lalaya is going to be driven crazy by you
!"
More and more vines squeezed into the narrow but elastic space inside the woman's body, her belly
swelled , but its capacity was ultimately limited. Zashikasha could clearly feel the
increasing envelopment and tightening, making it more and more difficult for the vines to penetrate. She tried to make the vines tumble and
move . The thorns on the vines were relatively small, so they wouldn't completely tear through the flesh walls, only leaving
messy, bleeding gashes. Then, she discovered something new. On both sides of the fleshy sac,
deep in the funnel-like concave area, there was a pair of even narrower holes. This time she took the initiative, aiming
the tips at the holes, trying to push them further in. The woman suddenly screamed, "Ah!
What are you doing? Where are you going? Oh, is it that place? Baby,
Lalaya's fallopian tubes haven't been played with by anyone yet! You're my first! Haha, I almost
forgot there were places in my rotten cunt that could be deflowered, and two of them at that! It's so good
to have my first time again before I die! Haha
, it's so much better than that damn first time I had when I was twelve!"
The vines went deeper and deeper. It was so narrow that even something as thick as a finger would have difficulty passing through.
Each thrust felt like a heavy punch to the woman's genitals, making her whole body
bounce upwards, but she still struggled... A note escaped between her cries of pain: "Ah, come on, baby,
almost there!" Her voice excited Zashikasha, who thrust restlessly
. The tight grip of the narrow tube thrilled the vine. Finally, at the end of the tube, the vine touched something soft. She
gently pricked it, and the woman's stomach immediately twitched: "Ah, you touched it! That's
what makes a woman a woman! Damn it, all the pain is its fault
!" She gritted her teeth: "Do me a favor and take it out so I can see it clearly."
It was a strange request, but who cares? As long as she was willing. Zashikasha pondered
for a moment, then inserted the sharp vine tip along the gap between the soft oval and the egg tube. She slowly
and carefully cut through the thin tissue adhering to the oval, peeling it from the abdominal cavity. Then, she used the vine tip
to roll it up and carefully pulled it outwards along the tube. But this time, the tube couldn't withstand the large volume; it
suddenly ruptured, and a large amount of blood gushed from the opening. The woman undoubtedly sensed the change in her body,
and she laughed again: "Hehe, almost over, the last time's your first time,
so !"
Zashikasha, somewhat flustered, tightened the oval, about the size of a date, and pulled it through the ruptured egg tube...
Then came the cervix, until it was completely withdrawn from the vaginal opening. She held the object up to the woman's face, as if showing off
a feat, or perhaps amusing a child. From the woman's vine-filled cavern, blood
trickled down, leaving a long red line in the air. The woman reached out her hand, and Zashikasha released the vines.
The organ from deep within the body fell into the woman's palm, which she examined closely: "Hmm, how
amazing. Such a small, so fragile thing, yet it can make a girl grow into a woman. Cough
, perhaps she would be happier growing in another girl than with me."
The blood continued to flow, and the woman's voice and breath weakened. Her cold lips forced out a
faint sound: "Ha, baby, I've never heard your voice before
. But there's a way to stick your vines into my skull."
Zashikasha understood. She had invaded her prey's mind more than once; there, besides fluids,
she could sense their thoughts and memories. But could her prey hear her voice? She had never considered
this .
But she did as she was told. Her two most distinctive, slender twigs pierced the woman's nostrils,
tearing through the deepest flesh and blood, probing towards the spinal canal at the back of her head, extending upwards. Blood
gushed .
The instant she touched that deepest organ, she felt every leaf, every vine
tremble . It was a strange sensation, like a raging stream after a storm, a sensation emanating from the woman,
from the flesh being pierced by the vines—pain, intense pain,
a pain that Zashikasha, as a plant, had never experienced. But beyond the pain, there was a surging power, a pleasure flowing through every duct and
phloem , seeping into every stomata and thorn. The woman's orifice was once again convulsing and
contracting violently, gushing out thick fluid. In that instant, she suddenly began to envy living things, envying their keen
senses and surging emotions, even if it meant a fragile body.
"Baby, do you have a name?"
It was a woman's voice, not weak, but emanating from the depths of her soul, transmitted through her vines: "I
'm a mage, albeit a clumsy one, but my spiritual power is stronger than most."
"My name is Zashikasha," the killer vine tried to respond telepathically.
"Haha, I heard you. Your voice is very pleasant. I always thought it would be a rough male voice
."
"Woman, you are the strangest prey I've ever seen."
"Thank you for the compliment." A playful joy transmitted through her soul: "By the way, can plants see
?"
"Look at what that is."
"To perceive the world through eyes—colors, shapes, light, darkness—can you understand?"
The vines expressed their rejection.
"Then, as a reward for you, let's get to know each other more deeply."
In an instant, Zashikasha felt something seize her soul, pulling her
in like a whirlpool. After a brief discomfort, she knew this would be the most extraordinary moment of her life.
Color—it was the first time she had ever felt color: green branches, blue sky, withered wasteland,
and the woman's pale skin and crimson blood. She had read those words in the thoughts of her prey, but she
had never truly understood their meaning.
But all of that was fading; the heartbeat and breathing grew fainter, and the black curtain slowly obscured that
vibrant world. The woman's voice came again: "Thank you for accompanying Lalaya. This is my
last gift to you."
"No!" Zashikasha cried out in her heart, "Perhaps we can make a deal."
"What?"
"Give me your body, and I will give you my life."
"Oh, that sounds good, but I have a small request."
"What?" This time it was Zashikasha's turn to ask.
"From now on, you have to satisfy me every day."
The woman closed her eyes, and everything returned to darkness.
Vines were sprouting and taking root within her body. The creator of the Killing Vines, that mad and great Witch
King, had left behind much of Zashikasha's own almost forgotten power.
When she opened her eyes again, she stood up. The vines were still creeping around her, but no longer
meandering . She raised a hand and examined it closely; smooth, delicate human skin was woven with
a dark green like tree bark and a purplish-red like tender buds.
The sun still shone, its light bathing the wasteland, giving life to the plants, but now she truly saw
it.
Clouds drifted on the distant horizon, serene and pure.
She took her first step, a little clumsy, but she still managed to stand firm.
"What should we call ourselves?"
"Let's use your first syllable plus mine."
"Zyra, hmm, not bad."
End of
Chapter
Program Chapter Record League of Legends Fanfiction Part 2: Queen's Canyon (Prologue 01)
Author: weixiefashi
Word Count: 10513
Prologue Iss and Tryndamere
With a loud bang, the Summoner's Crystal collapsed.
The match ended
, and the blue team's
match ended.
But
only the match ended; the rest continued.
Oh hehehe, is that not enough?
Spider Queen Elise straddled Tryndamere, looking down triumphantly at her prey's desperate
face .
The black and red leather armor tightly wrapped Elise's beautiful body, full of sexy allure. Six segmented
limbs from She extended from behind, flailing wildly in the air.
Blood dripped , clearly from a recent, joyous slaughter.
Beneath her, the barbarian king Tryndamere lay dying, utterly weak. His robust body
was riddled and bound tightly by spider silk, rendering him completely immobile.
Both of them, and the surrounding ground, were splattered with a thick, white fluid.
Elise raised her buttocks, and Tryndamere's limp penis slipped from the Spider Queen's honeypot, hanging limply on
her abdomen .
Elise sneered insultingly: "Heh heh heh, a man who can only last five seconds, what a
useless piece of trash."

Faced with the Spider Queen's mockery, Barbarian King Tryndamere groaned weakly, whether from resentment
or protest, it was unclear. "
Hmph, but if you think this will make things easy, you're too naive,"
Elise said gleefully, rising from Tryndamere's body. She raised her right leg,
the long, sharp heel of her black and red knee-high boot as terrifying as a black widow's stinger, faintly gleaming with an ominous
black sheen.
"No, no!"
Seeing the sharp heel hovering above his crotch, Tryndamere's face contorted with fear.
Forgetting his barbarian warrior pride, he desperately groaned and begged.
Tryndamere's humiliating pleas only fueled Elise
's smugness. "Taste my venom!"
Elise laughed, her beautiful leg slamming down with lightning speed, the sharp heel digging deep into Tryndamere's lower abdomen
near his penis.
"Ahhh!
" Tryndamere screamed in agony.
Elise's deadly neurotoxin was continuously injected into Tryndamere's body through a small hole hidden inside the boot heel. Tryndamere, bound in a cocoon of
spider silk, convulsed. His face and skin gradually turned bluish-black from the poison,
his expression contorted in agony.
"Hahaha, does it feel good?" Elise said gleefully. "This neurotoxin was
specially to torture my prey. It can destroy every inch of their nervous system. It's
one of my favorite execution tools. Hehehe, can you feel the poison? Under my body, do you feel
hellish pain? Hehe, judging from your current state, you must have felt it fully.
" Elise pulled the high heel out of Tryndamere's body. Black venom and red blood oozed from
the small hole.
However, in her experiments on those prey, she discovered another wonderful
effect of this toxin
. Elise gently poked Tryndamere's penis with the blood-dripping metal boot heel. The previously limp penis,
stimulated by the metal heel, erected and swelled at an incredible speed.
Under its influence, even the most useless man would find his manhood aroused.
Elise glanced at Tryndamere's massive penis and smiled with satisfaction: "Not bad, enough for me
to orgasm hundreds of times.
" Hearing Elise mention hundreds of times, Tryndamere nearly fainted. He knew Elise
wasn't lying. With the Spider Queen's superhuman physical abilities and inexhaustible desires, hundreds of times was no
exaggeration. The countless minion corpses drained dry by Elise in Summoner's Rift were the best proof.
Elise spread her beautiful legs, her honeypot aimed at Tryndamere's penis. Her labia opened and closed, dripping with
lustful fluid like broken beads, like a ferocious beast drooling while eyeing its prey.
"I won't be polite,"
Elise said, her beautiful buttocks slamming down. The moment the penis entered her honeypot, both Elise and Tryndamere
let out a groan.
"Oh, oh, oh, so good, so big and so good! Come on, a little harder, straighten your back, let me
enjoy this!
" Elise's two beautiful legs tightly gripped Tryndamere, her spider-like waist rising and falling wildly incongruously, her large
, white breasts swaying dramatically from side to side, dazzling the eye. His penis was constantly being swallowed and expelled from her honey pot,
with viscous white fluid occasionally overflowing, then splashing out with each thrust of his buttocks and abdomen, splattering semen all over their
bodies .
Gradually, Tryndamere's body withered rapidly, as if dehydrated, his once angular barbarian
face becoming as bark as an old tree. At first, Tryndamere would groan in pain intermittently,
but gradually he became completely unresponsive.
But Elise's frenzied exploitation showed no sign of stopping.
Oh, wow, so amazing! No wonder you're a barbarian boar; even on your deathbed, your penis is still
rock hard ! As a disposable sex toy, you're really something! Ah, so comfortable, so good,
it's full of semen! But... not enough, far from enough! More... keep going!
Before you're completely drained and die, desperately satisfy me!
The frenzied moans and lascivious sounds echoed through Summoner's Rift.
League of Legends.
Once upon a time, this was a glorious competitive sport. In the narrow Summoner's Rift, superb combat
skills clashed, and exquisite strategies clashed. Both sides upheld sportsmanship, giving their all for victory.
The matches were thrilling yet full of respect. The victors received cheers from the crowd, and the losers earned
the honor of the defeated.
Everything was so glorious.
It used to be like that.
But from some point onward, the atmosphere in the War Academy gradually changed.
The competition was still a competition.
The battle was still a battle.
But the glory was gone.
Warriors no longer respected their opponents, and the two sides no longer showed mutual respect.
The victors began to take pride in humiliating the losers, and the strong began to revel in tormenting the weak.
Summoner's Rift had become a jungle where the strong preyed on the weak.
For the powerful bullies, it was a paradise of pleasure; for the weak losers, it
was a hell of fear and despair.
Today, the brutal slaughter was unfolding in Summoner's Rift,
the first chapter: Katarina vs. Annie
.
3 minutes and 30 seconds.
Mid lane.
The game had barely begun when a whistling sound swept past Annie, the blazing flames almost licking her black leather jacket, but ultimately
missing by a centimeter or two. Katarina didn't suffer a single scratch.
"Aaaaah, that was dangerous! That was dangerous!
" Katarina let out an exaggerated scream, clutching her chest, looking terrified.
However , the smile playing on her lips was far too obvious, clearly demonstrating her composure.
"Unfortunately, little sister, your skills can't possibly hit your older sister. I think you'd
better obediently accept your older sister's discipline. I'll take good care of you
!" Annie was furious. "
Damn it, take this!
" Annie roared and chased after her, throwing fireballs at Katarina relentlessly.
In an instant, blazing flames flew everywhere, creating a tremendous spectacle. Many soldiers, unable to dodge in time, were caught in the crossfire and
burned to ashes.
Facing the overwhelming flames, Katarina showed no fear, her relaxed smile growing even
brighter .
She gracefully dodged each flame with dance-like steps, constantly retreating and
maintaining a safe distance from Annie. While easily avoiding the raging fire, Katarina didn't forget
to deliver a taunting laugh to Annie.
"Heh, little baby, is it really okay to use skills so recklessly? You'll run out of mana soon
!
Shut up!" Annie roared.
This wretched woman, she's been like this since the start of the game. Always keeping a distance,
her fireballs can't hit her, while Annie's daggers constantly bounce and damage her,
all while constantly taunting her with mocking words. "How despicable!" Annie grew angrier the more she thought about it. She channeled her magic
and summoned another large fireball, hurling it with all her might towards Katarina in the distance.
The fireball flew a distance before its momentum wore off, and it slowly fell, finally landing
a few centimeters in front of Katarina's boots on the grass, causing no harm.
"Oh dear, what a pity, I missed again!"
Katarina said with a grin.
"Damn it!"
Due to the continuous casting and running, Annie was panting heavily and had to stop, resting her hands on
her knees and breathing heavily.
"Hehe, you can't even handle this?"
Seeing that Annie had stopped chasing, Katarina also stopped, turned around, and laughed. "
You're still a child. I haven't had enough yet, and you're already done?
Shut up!
" "Oh dear, I really can't help it." Katarina pressed her finger to her scarlet lips, the corners of her
mouth unconsciously curving upwards. "Alright, since little sister's tired, it's my turn to take the initiative,
" Katarina said with a grin. "Hehe, don't worry, I'll make sure you have a blast
!
" Katarina chuckled mischievously as she walked towards Annie.
Annie
watched Katarina approach with effortless, cat-like steps, a low,
resentful murmur escaping her lips. She knew Katarina's reflexes and agility were incredibly high.
Although she appeared relaxed and seemingly full of openings, if Annie randomly fired fireballs
and flames, she definitely wouldn't hit her.
Annie assessed her remaining life force and mana, gritted her teeth in frustration, made up her mind,
and turned to run.
"Oh dear, little sister, trying to escape?" Katarina chuckled. "But I won't
let you get away so easily!"
Katarina said, quickening her pace and chasing after Annie.
Annie ran towards her own defensive tower, constantly glancing back.
Katarina possessed a pair of tall, slender, and beautiful legs, while Annie was a petite, short-legged type.
Their movement speeds were inherently different, and coupled with Annie's earlier exertion and close proximity, she was caught in the flames and instantly killed
.
Amidst the flames, Annie strained to see, trying to locate the tall figure with long, wine-red hair,
but the sea of fire only offered oppressive heat and blazing flames; not a single person was visible.
"Was she instantly killed?"
Annie was uncertain. She felt that with her current strength, she shouldn't be able to kill Katarina in one
blow; at most, she could only severely injure her. Moreover, Annie had a feeling that in the instant before the flames engulfed
Katarina , she seemed to see that hateful woman's
wicked smile reappear.
Annie nervously peered into the sea of fire again, but still no sign of Katarina. " She
must have been instantly killed," Annie muttered to herself
, as if trying to encourage herself. "
No need to think about it anymore. I'll quickly clear out a wave of minions and head back to base to replenish my supplies." "Oh dear,
I almost completely depleted my health and mana trying to kill Katarina. If the jungler comes to ambush me now,
things will get really difficult,"
Annie chuckled to herself. Suddenly, a voice came from behind her.
"Oh, so the little sister's health and mana are almost gone!"
Annie exclaimed in shock.
That confident, slightly mocking laugh—who else could it be but Katarina? How
did she get behind me?
Annie instinctively turned around, only to bump into something soft.
"Ouch
! Oh dear! The little sister is actually coming to meet me!"
Katarina laughed.
It turned out that when Annie turned around, she bumped her face right into the cleft between Katarina's beautiful legs.
Annie was petite and cute,
a Adding to the problem, Katarina was wearing high-heeled boots today, with slender metal heels that
were easily over ten centimeters high. With her long legs and high heels, Annie, despite her petite stature, couldn't even reach
Katarina 's slender waist. She barely reached the same height as Katarina's shapely buttocks and crotch. Therefore, when Annie turned, the angle was perfect, and she bumped headfirst into the narrow triangle
between Katarina's vulva and thighs . Katarina , without any hesitation, giggled and pressed Annie's small head against her crotch with both hands . Annie's face was instantly buried between Katarina's long, beautiful legs. Katarina wore sexy, tight leather pants. Annie's tender face initially felt a cool sensation and the smooth, slippery feel of leather, which was quite pleasant. However , as her head sank further into Katarina's crotch, her mouth and nose were buried in Katarina's thighs and vulva, cut off from the outside air. Feeling suffocated, Annie desperately pounded on Katarina's beautiful legs and shapely buttocks, trying to break . However, the delicate little girl had already exhausted her strength and magic; her two thin arms...

How could she resist Katarina's strong, long, beautiful legs? No matter how much she struggled, her mouth and
nose sank deeper and deeper between Katarina's beautiful legs and thighs.
"Oh, hehehe, little sister, don't struggle anymore, be a good girl and be my doll. I'll
love .
Waaaaah, I don't want to be shaken! Quickly, let me go!"
Annie struggled fiercely, letting out angry roars as she was being covered between Katarina's thighs.
Seeing Annie struggling desperately beneath her, Katarina felt even more pity and wanted
to play with this stubborn little girl even more. "
Hehe, it's no use, little sister. You've exhausted all your strength and magic. There's no way you can escape from
me
Waaaaah, I don't want to be shaken
! Hehe, so cute."
Katarina swayed her hips, rubbing her honey pot against Annie's cute little face.
"So comfortable, little sister's face, so comfortable!"
Even through the leather pants, Katarina quickly began to moan and groan.
The ticklish pleasure from the friction of her honey pot against Annie 's nose and mouth was incredibly pleasurable.
However, this pleasure was compounded by the pain of not being able to breathe. " Ugh ... oh ... oh... oh... oh... so good
... so
good
... oh ... She hadn't had fresh air for a long time. She tried her best to inhale, but could smell was the leather of Katarina's pants and the hot, sweaty odor emanating from them. Despite this, she gritted her teeth and persevered. She prayed desperately that her jungler would see her in danger and come to her aid quickly. However, Katarina seemed to read her mind, moaning and groaning as she said in broken sentences, "Ah, little sister, don't expect the jungler to save you. Your Zhao, Zhao Xin just appeared in the bottom lane. Wait, wait until he gets here, little sister, oh, oh, yeah, you 'll be flying to heaven by now, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh." Annie felt a chill run down her spine. A wave of despair washed over her, and the pain and fear she had been enduring with her clenched teeth all rushed in at once as her mental defenses crumbled. Overwhelmed by despair, pain, and fear , Annie finally couldn't hold back and burst into tears between Katarina's legs. Because her mouth and nose were blocked by Katarina's thighs and vulva, the little girl's cries sounded very low and hoarse . "Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh," Annie sobbed, weakly patting Katarina's waist, buttocks, and thighs with her little hands. "Oh dear, how cute, little sister, you really know how to please your older sister! This pitiful look, isn't it just tempting me to bully you even more? " Katarina's heart was filled with the sadistic desire and pleasure of bullying cute little animals. " Alright, let me have some fun!" Katarina said, lifting one of her beautiful legs, straddling Annie's shoulders, and extending it behind her . At the same time, she thrust her hips forward, straddling Annie and trapping Annie's little head between her thighs. Katarina held Annie's head firmly with one hand in front and the other behind, lowering her body and pressing her vulva vertically against Annie's face. Poor Annie's head was forced back at almost a ninety-degree angle by Katarina's tight, fleshy vulva, ending up vertically facing Katarina's vulva. Annie felt like her cervical vertebrae were about to break. She managed to gasp for breath, but before she could exhale, the vulva covering her leather pants pressed down again, completely blocking her mouth and nose. Katarina looked down at her crotch and saw that most of Annie's small face was buried deep within her beautiful legs, only her eyes, filled with pain and despair, were looking up at her tearfully. Katarina chuckled triumphantly: "Well then, little sister, let's begin!" With that, Katarina squeezed her legs together tightly, grabbed Annie's head with both hands, and pulled it upwards, simultaneously sitting down vertically. Annie's eyes disappeared completely beneath the leather pants. Then, Katarina's slender waist and shapely buttocks began to shake wildly, far more violently than before. "Ugh...ugh...ugh...ugh... " Annie let out a muffled, agonizing scream from beneath her crotch, frantically flailing her arms and legs. But it was all in vain. Her thin limbs and weak strength pounded against Katarina's waist, hips, and long legs, like tickling Katarina through leather pants—it had no effect whatsoever, only further arousing Katarina . "Oh hahahaha, so satisfying! So satisfying! Ahhhhhh! This little sister's face feels so...so...so... so good! Oh hahahaha!" Katarina laughed loudly with delight. The stimulation from beneath her made her incredibly excited. Annie's helpless struggles and futile breaths, through the black leather pants, continuously stimulated the most sensitive parts around her vulva, feeling as if an electric current was coursing through her body, a pleasurable sensation that caused Katarina to moan and groan in ecstasy. Oh yeah oh yeah, so good, so good, little sister's face, it's really my best toy, oh oh oh oh hahaha, it feels so good, oh yeah ah ah , so hot , my body is so hot and feels so good, oh oh oh oh , little sister, you're so amazing, oh oh oh yeah, my lower part is getting wet , little sister, you, you're having so much fun too, oh oh oh

"Hehehe, you're already too excited to speak, aren't you? Mmm...uh
..."
With each increasingly intense shaking and squeezing of her shapely legs and buttocks, the muffled, painful moans emanating from between her thighs
grew weaker and weaker, completely drowned out by Katarina's passionate gasps and groans.
As time passed, the pleasure gradually accumulated, soon reaching the edge of climax.
Katarina, panting, grabbed Annie's hair, pulling her out slightly from between her legs—
just enough
to expose her eyes. Her mouth and nose remained firmly buried between her thighs and thighs; she wouldn't allow Annie to breathe a single breath. Katarina's cheeks were flushed, her seductive eyes gazing down at Annie's cute little face . Due to prolonged suffocation, the squeezing of her thighs, and the impact of the violent shaking of her hips, Annie was tortured beyond recognition. Her thin arms hung limply at her sides, her legs limp on the ground, utterly powerless. Only because Katarina's thighs were tightly clamping her head, Annie hadn't fallen to the ground. In other words, Annie was now nothing more than a lifeless human doll, suspended by Katarina's thighs with her head clamped between her leather pants. "Oh ho ho, so, so, so cute! Little sister, you're truly my perfect human toy !" Katarina reveled in the creation she had created through her own torment. The small portion of her face exposed above her crotch was wet with tears of pain from her two large, cute eyes, devoid of her former stubbornness, replaced only by deep despair and agony. Due to prolonged suffocation, Annie's eyes had begun to roll back , forming a so-called "ah-hey face," clearly indicating she was on the verge of collapse. " Oh, oh, oh, so good! I'm going to climax!" Seeing Annie's almost complete lack of reaction, Katarina giggled, clamping her legs together with maximum force , while simultaneously using her hands and waist to press Annie's head deeper into her vagina. Annie, almost unconscious, seemed to regain consciousness for a moment. She shook her head desperately, seemingly trying to break free from the hellish restraint of Katarina's thighs and crotch, but to no avail. Soon, even this futile resistance vanished amidst the frenzied thrashing of her beautiful legs and shapely buttocks. "Oh, oh oh oh oh oh oh oh, climax!" Katarina let out a piercing, soul-stirring moan as she reached the pinnacle of orgasm. Her head and wine -red hair whipped back, her proud body arching into a bow shape, while a torrent of love juice gushed from her honeypot between her legs, soaking the crotch of her leather pants. Accompanying Katarina's high-pitched moan was a faint, muffled groan emanating from her groin. Then, the small body sandwiched between her long, beautiful legs vanished like shattered glass, disintegrating into countless fragments of light . A full minute or so passed before Katarina recovered from the intoxicating afterglow of her orgasm. Still lingering, she inserted her finger into her crotch, dipped it in the clear liquid, and put it in her mouth. The taste of tears and love juice gradually spread on her tongue. Katarina looked towards the opposite bank of the river, towards the enemy base crystal. In the distance in that direction, a beam of light seemed to be descending into the base's fountain. Hehe, little Annie, don't think it's over when you get back to the fountain . Katarina's lips curled up slightly, revealing a wicked and cruel smile. The game is still going on. Until the game ends, I will definitely spoil you thoroughly. Just look forward to it. [/td] Chapter Program Chapter Record League of Legends Fanfiction Part 2: Queen's Canyon (Part 1) Author: weixiefashi Word Count: 4346 Chapter 2 Katarina and Garen Part 1 Katarina killed Garen Katarina was on a killing spree A beam of light flashed, and Garen respawned in the fountain area. More Zhao Xin and Annie, who were replenishing their supplies at the base, saw him open his eyes and couldn't help but scold him harshly. Are you out of your mind? Why do you keep rushing towards Katarina every time you see her , even charging under the tower to try and kill her? Are you crazy? I can't believe there's such an idiot. If you weren't Garen from Demacia, I 'd almost suspect you were a spy sent by the enemy . It's one thing to feed yourself to death, but if you keep feeding kills to Katarina like this, her equipment and level will soon crush us, you know? Once she masters her ultimate skill and has god-tier equipment, who among us will be her match? We'll be at her mercy, don't you understand? Garen initially kept his head down, letting his teammates complain and criticize without saying a word. But when he got annoyed, he stubbornly raised his neck and shouted: "I don't care what you say, I'm sworn Next time I see that woman, I'll do the same thing again. I won't rest until I kill her! " Before Annie and Lee Sin could speak, Garen slammed his massive two-handed sword heavily on the ground, making the ground seem to tremble. "We Demacia and Noxus have a blood feud. Whether in Valoran or the Hero Academy, it's a fight to the death between me and that woman Katarina. This is a matter of Demacia's honor. Don't say any more! " Garen roared, ignoring his two teammates, shouldering his two-handed greatsword, and leaving the fountain alone with his head held high. Xin Zhao and Annie watched Garen leave, only able to fum in frustration. " Stubborn Garen was like this back in Demacia," Xin Zhao complained helplessly. " His mind is only filled with hatred for that Katarina. He doesn't think about the bigger picture at all. But we can't let Katarina keep reaping his kills. At this rate, that hateful woman will soon be invincible." Annie suggested, "Why don't we both go to the top lane and ambush Katarina before she masters her ultimate skill? The three of us together should be able to take her down." " Okay, let's do that. I'll be there as soon as we clear out the ghost wolves in the forest." "Okay." Anne nodded in agreement, while inwardly thinking bitterly: Just you wait, that wretched Katarina, I'll teach you a lesson this time However, for some reason, after venting her anger in her heart, Anne suddenly felt a sense of foreboding.

She turned towards the top lane, gazing at the gray sky, silently thinking: "Brother Garen,
you must wait for our support. Don't act rashly!"
After leaving the high ground, Garen walked along the road towards the outpost. He walked proudly along the road
for a while, past the high ground tower and the second tower, then, finding a secluded spot, he plunged into the roadside
bushes .
This bush was part of the upper jungle, and usually, apart from junglers, almost no one came here.
Garen traversed the trees and bushes for a while, arriving at a clearing in the woods. In the center of the clearing stood the ruins
of a dilapidated ancient altar, including several broken totem pillars around it and a relief stone slab in the center.
This place was the lair of one of the most powerful monsters in the wild, the Red Statues.
But now, the Red Statues, which once dominated the jungle, was nothing but a mangled corpse, lying pitifully
on the altar. A dozen daggers were glaringly embedded in the corpse of the red statue monster. Its chest and hideous face
were riddled with countless tiny, bloody holes, as if it had been cruelly pierced
countless . A thick stench of blood permeated the altar, and gruesome bloodstains were visible everywhere.
Judging from the disorder and quantity of the bloodstains, this powerful monster must have endured a considerable period of frantic
struggle before its death. The monster's hideous face was mangled beyond recognition by the daggers and other long, thin blades, yet its features, distorted by pain and despair, were still
discernible . It was unimaginable
what kind of inhuman torture this terrifying monster had endured to display such a desperate expression. It was also unimaginable that
someone could possess the power to treat this monster like a toy, wantonly torturing and killing it.
And the person capable of such an act was now sitting leisurely atop the red statue monster's corpse.
Her long, wine-red hair fluttered slightly in the wind, and her wild black leather pants and short leather jacket gave her
an untamed look. Several leather belts, each studded with sharp daggers, were tied around her strong, shapely legs and slender waist
. It was Katarina, the ominous blade.
Katarina's long, beautiful legs were
crossed , the metal heels gleaming menacingly in the air. Blood dripped from the boot shafts
, splashing into pools of blood on the ground. Upon closer inspection, one could see
one of the red statue monster's eyes embedded in the heel of one of Katarina's boots. The unseeing
eye , its pupil constricted and twisted to its extreme, had clearly
been gouged out by Katarina with her sharp heel in extreme fear and despair. Katarina's gleeful laughter echoed across the ancient altar. "Good boy, good boy, you two are such good children," she chuckled mischievously, looking down at her feet with affection. Two smaller statues huddled beside her high-heeled boots, trembling like leaves. They sobbed, heads bowed, as they desperately licked the flesh and blood from Katarina's boots. Their bodies were covered in wounds—cuts from daggers, bruises from sharp heels—many parts bloody, clearly indicating they had been tortured for some time. But even in these wounds, they continued to lick Katarina's boots . "Hehehe, you'd better lick them clean, not a single drop of blood or flesh is allowed to remain!" Katarina said with a smile. "After all, this is the flesh and blood of your most beloved mother. If you don't lick it all up, you won't be good children!" Oh, right, Katarina deliberately let out a startled cry. "Speaking of which, is this guy your mother or father? Oh dear, I'm so sorry, you monsters all look the same. No matter how many times I've tortured you, I still can't tell your gender. It's really a headache, but it doesn't matter anyway." Katarina grinned, revealing her beautiful white teeth. " Anyway, the only purpose of you lowly creatures being born into this world is to be tortured and killed . It doesn't matter what your gender is." The two little statue monsters licked Katarina's boots while sobbing incessantly. The flesh and blood of their loved ones mixed with their painful tears were swallowed into their bellies. They dared not contradict Katarina's words, nor dared to stop licking, for fear of displeasing Katarina and incurring cruel punishment. Katarina looked down at the boots and commanded one of the little statue monsters: "You, open your mouth." The little statue monster had the toe of the high-heeled boot in its mouth and didn't react for a moment. Katarina smiled and kicked it hard in the face. The toe of Katarina's boot was made of metal, very hard and sharp. Combined with the powerful force , a large chunk of flesh was scraped off the little statue monster's face. Its entire body was sent flying, blood arcing through the air before crashing heavily to the ground two or three meters away. Katarina then stomped her raised foot on the ground and raised the other leg. " Didn't I tell you to open your mouth? Didn't you hear me? Oh dear, I don't like naughty children . Hmm, shouldn't naughty children be punished? " Katarina said playfully, resting her chin on her hand. Hearing the word "punishment," the little statue monster, which was lying prostrate at her feet, trembled all over and then began to lick it even more diligently. The other little statue monster, kicked away, ignored the large chunk of flesh missing from its cheek and scrambled back, kneeling before Katarina with its mouth wide open like a lapdog. Katarina smiled. "Very good, very good, such a good boy! Well then, let's give the good boy a reward. " Katarina stretched out her beautiful leg, and the heel of her boot flashed into the little statue monster's mouth. The little statue monster reflexively closed its mouth, and almost half of the boot heel, along with the eyeball attached to it, was swallowed. "Mmm-mmm, " the little statue monster groaned, its mouth stuffed full. Katarina smiled gently, like an older sister, and coaxed softly, "Come on, good boy , hurry up and chew! " The little statue monster whimpered, its mouth full of the boot heel and the eyeball, but it didn't chew.

Tears welled in its eyes as it shook its head painfully and laboriously. Katarina smiled
gently
, her expression softening. She slowly turned her boot,
the sharp heel swirling and pushing further into the little statue's mouth.
Feeling the cold, sharp metal heel sliding deeper into its throat, the little statue let out a
terrified whimper.
"You naughty child who doesn't listen to your sister," Katarina said softly, "you'll be punished,
you know? Have you thought it through?"
At this moment, the fifteen or sixteen-centimeter-long sharp heel was already more than halfway into the little statue's mouth,
almost piercing its throat. The little statue's face turned red, its whole body trembling with
pain and fear.
Finally, the fear of death overwhelmed the humiliation, the pride, and the love for its family. It
let out a painful whimper, large tears streaming from its eyes, while its jaws began to move laboriously.
"Oh, hehehe,
" Katarina laughed triumphantly.
These are your dearest mother's eyes! You must chew them thoroughly before swallowing,
understand?
Oh
dear, speaking of which, your mother is truly great. Even after being tormented and
tortured , she still only thought of saving you two, rushing over again and again with such
desperate effort. Her sister was truly moved, hehehe. Of course, although it
was
, yes, that's how it is. Hehehe, you don't
get to so you must chew them thoroughly and savor their flavor, understand
? Oh
, and you, lick the blood off the bottom of her boots too. Yes, yes, lower your head a little more, stick your tongue
all the way out, and lick it clean under her boots. And don't forget
to lick the heels too. Hehe, how about it, sister's high heels? They're so long and sharp, aren't they sexy? Hehe,
you all saw it just now, right? Your dear mother was
slowly So you can't not lick them clean! Oh, right, these heels
might still be haunted by your mother's resentment and vengeful spirit. If you lick them properly, you might even be able to absorb your mother
's resentment and vengeful spirit into your own body. That way, wouldn't it be like merging with your dear mother
? Oh dear, this is truly a cause for celebration, a cause for celebration! Hehehe.
The two little statue monsters kneeling under the boots trembled all over, tears of grief streaming down their faces.
The image of their mother being tortured and ultimately crushed to death while protecting them seemed to reappear before their eyes, making
their hearts ache.
But they dared not stop licking. They sobbed as they licked and
chewed, devouring their mother's flesh and blood, the flesh and blood of their dearest mother, the
flesh and blood of the mother who risked her life to protect her children.
Ah, this feeling is so wonderful!
Katarina stretched comfortably. Her
proud breasts and beautifully slender waist were fully revealed as she stretched. Although there are other female heroes with large breasts and slender waists in League of
Legends ,
only Katarina could perfectly blend wildness and sexiness into such a devilish body.
Garen, who was spying from the bushes, watched Katarina's beautiful figure sitting on the corpse from afar, unconsciously
swallowing.
Suddenly, Katarina turned to look at the bushes where Garen was hiding, a mischievous smile on her face.
Garen was slightly startled, instinctively tightening his grip on his two-handed greatsword. "
Garen in the bushes over there, come out quickly, don't hide!"
Katarina winked at him and said with a smile.
I've been waiting for you for a long time.
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Chapter Program Chapter Record League of Legends Fanfiction Part 2: Queen's Canyon (Part 2)
Author: weixiefashi
Word Count: 8078
Garen left the bushes, gripping his greatsword tightly in both hands, and walked step by step towards the altar. His eyes were fixed on
Katarina , his muscles were taut, and he exuded an invisible aura with every move.
As the imposing Garen approached step by step, Katarina was not flustered at all, still looking relaxed
. She sat on the corpse of the statue monster, continuing to enjoy the two little statue monsters licking her boots, while
smiling and flirting with Garen.
Oh dear, our great hero Garen, you look really scary. Why don't you stay in your
top lane? Why did you come to a place like this? Is there something wrong?
Garen remained silent and continued to walk step by step towards Katarina.
"If you're here to farm the red buff, you're too late, poor thing,"
Katarina chuckled, patting the statue monster's corpse beneath her jade-like buttocks. "I've already taken care of it.
" "Oh dear, even though it's just a dull, low-level creature, it's still quite good at charming people." No matter what, the Queen Garen, standing atop a small mountain of corpses, appearing even more beautiful against the backdrop of the setting sun,
just imagining this scene made his penis rock hard.
Unbeknownst to him, Garen had licked Katarina's knee-high boots clean.
All the bloodstains, bits of flesh, and dust that had previously clung to the boots, beneath the platforms, and on the heels, were gone, all swallowed by Garen
. A pair of boots weathered by countless battles, under Garen's skillful tongue, were licked until they looked
brand .
In terms of both speed and proficiency, Garen far surpassed the little statue monsters in his boot-licking skills.
She stood tall and proud, coldly looking down at Garen at her feet, cruelly commanding: "I want you to lure
your teammates, Annie, Xin Zhao, and the rest of you, all here, and then cooperate with me in putting on
a good show.
No problem." Her Majesty
Garen agreed without hesitation.
He knew perfectly well that Katarina was setting a trap for his teammates. If he did as
Katarina ordered, his teammates were doomed. With Katarina's overwhelming strength, no
one could possibly be a match for her. Even with numbers, they weren't guaranteed to gain the upper hand. Moreover, Katarina had now
absorbed fused with the ancient red power, making her strength unfathomable. If he were to cooperate...
His teammates wouldn't even have a chance to escape; they could only obediently become Katarina's prey, at her mercy
to slaughter and torture them
. Yet Garen agreed without hesitation.
Far from feeling any guilt, he was pounding with excitement.
The thought of his teammates—the adorable yet stubborn Annie, the brave and skilled Xin Zhao, the handsome but
somewhat arrogant Ezreal, and the taciturn Taric—being trampled under Katarina's boots,
tortured to the point of screaming in agony, filled Garen with immense excitement, his breathing becoming rapid. "
I will obey your command, Your Majesty,"
Garen shouted again. "
Hahaha, what a good servant
Katarina!" Katarina laughed triumphantly.
A hint of cruelty flashed across her face. She could almost see the Demacian
heroes struggling and begging for mercy beneath her beautiful legs and boots.
Imagining this beautiful scene, Katarina couldn't help but burst into laughter again.
Hahaha, come on, my lovely prey! My daggers and boots are
itching for ! I will use your deaths, your blood, and your pain to turn them all into my experience points,
into my power! I will become the invincible queen who rules the entire Summoner's Rift! I will make you all
tremble under my invincible power! Hahahaha!
Imagining the heroes about to fall into her trap and become her prey, Katarina revealed
a triumphant and cruel smile
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