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Runeterra can be a deadly place for the unprepared. Between the frigid cold of the north, the monster-filled jungles, the enormity of the sea surrounding the land, and the constant warring of neighbouring nations, one need not go far before finding themselves in a dangerous place.

The rolling plains of Noxus, however, was not one of those places, at least not geographically. While there wasn't anything hazardous naturally built into the landscape, one still had to be on the lookout for Noxian troops patrolling the area. They fiercely guarded their land, taking on any intruders they see.

Teemo knew all this and still ambled onward. As the scout for Bandle City, he'd been all over the world watching for potential threats to his homeland. Today, however he had business of a different matter to attend to. While he prided himself on his scout work, on the side he supplied mushrooms to a variety of clientele, some reputable, others not so much. It was up for debate who fell into which category, though Teemo didn't mind either way.

"Hey cuz!" A voice called out from behind Teemo. It just so happened to be one of his clients, though not one of his favourites.

"Goddamn it, he wasn't supposed to be here." Teemo could've kicked himself. "I specifically took this route because he wasn't supposed to be here. Why did this have to be the shortest path?" He turned to where the voice came from, seeing another yordle clad in Noxian military attire running his way.

"Fancy seeing ya here." Kled greeted Teemo as he finally caught up to the other yordle.

"Uh, yeah, I could say the same for you," Teemo feigned the politest smile he could muster, "We're also, still, not cousins."

"Ah, I know that," Kled waved off Teemo's remark.

"Right," Teemo clasped his hands together, "well, I'm actually busy with my job right now. I know I delivered a shipment to you not that long ago, but are you looking to place another order?"

"Naw, the juice ya got me before should still last me a while. Though, if ya find something stronger, maybe send it my way, eh?" Kled nudged Teemo in the ribs.

"Uh, sure, I'll definitely let you know if I find something." Teemo then turned to leave. "I'm gonna get going now."

Kled grabbed Teemo by the shoulder. "Hey, ya don't gotta leave so soon." There was a hint of longing in his voice. "We haven't even fully caught up yet."

Teemo sighed, he knew this was coming. The white-furred yordle was needy, lonely from the isolation from the rest of their kind. Self-imposed isolation, mind you, as he chose to live in the middle of nowhere. "I know," he pulled the other yordle's hand off of him, "but I've got stuff to do. Don't you have to be patrolling your land for intruders or something?"

"Eh, they'll die no matter when I catch 'em," Kled shrugged his shoulders, "'sides, yer here now. That stuff can wait! I was gonna make tacos later, if yer interested."

"Listen, I appreciate that you think so highly of me, and I'm grateful for the invitation, but I really should head out." Teemo looked Kled right in the eyes. "Now, basically."

"Well now, if ya don't have time ta stay for dinner," Kled chuckled lasciviously, "perhaps we can get more intimately acquainted."

Teemo was beginning to lose his patience. "You can't take care of that yourself?"

"Oh, I can, and I have," Kled hung his arm around Teemo's shoulders, "but we both know that it ain't better than the real thing." He caught Teemo off-guard, planting his lips on the other yordle's. To give credit where credit is due, Kled was a surprisingly gentle kisser. Teemo wondered if this was a craving for Kled, perhaps born of a desire to have an actual relationship with another person.

Despite how much he liked it, Teemo broke off the kiss. He panted slightly, his heart rate raised from the interaction. He knew that if he didn't leave now then he'd be all over the other yordle. "Kled, I can't do this now."

"Ya say yer not interested," Kled reached down and stroked the outline of Teemo's dick in his pantleg, "but yer body's telling me otherwise."

Teemo decided in that moment that he had to put his foot down. "No, Kled," he pushed the other yordle away, "I'm going now."

Kled snickered, not doing anything to cover the tent in his pants. "Come on, don't tell me ya don't got time fer a quick fuck."

Teemo, annoyed, gestured with his hands in an attempt to spell it out for the white-furred yordle. "I am currently working at the moment, so please just leave me alone."

"You and I both know you want a piece of this ass, faggot." Kled jeered. He's had tons of experience heckling the other yordles to get what he wanted so he knew exactly what it took to get under Teemo's skin.

Teemo's eyes narrowed angrily as his hands balled into fists. He exhaled intensely as he glared daggers into the other yordle. "Well, you and I both know I hate being called that."

"Guess yer just gonna have ta punish me fer being so naughty then." Kled's mouth grew into a lecherous grin. Sometimes it took a bit of pushing, but Kled always got his way.

Teemo sighed exasperatedly, he wasn't in the mood for games. "Listen, I'm extraordinarily busy right now. I don't have time for whatever it is you wanna do."

Kled thought that would've been enough to get in the other yordle's pants, but he's being a tough nut to crack today. Time for his backup plan. "Not even a cuddle?"

This caught Teemo off-guard. "Since when do you wanna cuddle?"

"First time fer everything," Kled proudly boasted.

Teemo knew the two of them could keep this going for hours, and he really couldn't afford that. "Alright, Kled, tell me what you want." He slipped off his backpack and lowered it to the ground.

"I knew ya'd come around eventually," Kled mischievously snickered. "I want ya ta bend me over and make me yers!" Though he liked giving every once in a while, Kled massively preferred receiving from his sexual partners, regardless of how big they were. Call it a masochistic streak.

"Alright," Teemo resigned himself to his fate, starting to take off his clothes.

"Ferget everything else," Kled commanded, "just drop the pants."

Teemo shrugged and complied, dropping his pants, and showed off his turgid erection. "You sure about this?" He pulled his hat off, thinking it would just fall during sex anyway.

"Absolutely," Kled mirrored the other yordle's actions, his ponytail landing on his shoulder as he flipped his hair. His own shaft was displayed at full mast. "Yer perfect the way ya are."

"Listen," Teemo already knew where this was going, "I know you like it rough and everything, but the last time we did this, we tried it raw and you started crying."

"Alright," Kled sighed as he bent down on his knees and pulled Teemo towards him. He opened his mouth to accept the other yordle's dick and held it there for a moment, savouring the taste. He then slowly bobbed up and down, making sure to get the entire thing slicked with saliva before popping it out. "Good enough. Now let's go!"

"Kled," Teemo tried to reason with the white-furred yordle, "I don't think that's nearly enough lubrication."

Kled had bent over and turned around, raising his ass to Teemo. "Quit yer yapping and stick the damn thing in me already 'fore I do it myself!"

"Alright, alright," Teemo crouched over the other yordle, placing one hand on his back and the other on his own dick, lining it up with Kled's pucker. He knew from experience that the lack of anything coating his dick would just hurt the two of them. Spit was okay, but the chafing eventually felt uncomfortably noticeable. He just hoped he got horny enough to pre quickly.

"God, yer gonna kill me from anticipation," Kled grumbled. "Do I hafta do the work myself?"

Teemo rolled his eyes. "No, Kled." He pressed his cock against the white-furred yordle's eager hole.

"That's it," Kled coaxed, "now shove it in me!"

"Relax," Teemo rubbed the back of the other yordle, "you're getting dicked regardless of how long I take." Slowly, but surely, he pushed past the ring of muscle, getting the tip completely into Kled.

"Ah!" Kled bit down on his finger. "Yeah, just like that. Keep it coming!"

Teemo took a deep breath before he forced himself in further. It wasn't painful for him, thankfully, though he could only imagine how Kled felt. "You okay?"

"Oh, yes!" Kled's hand shot straight for his dick, his other arm now used to keep himself upright. "Keep that up and yer gonna have me moaning like a whore in no time."

Teemo began the task of giving Kled what he wanted, gently prodding his way until he was entirely balls deep in the other yordle and started thrusting. He balanced himself by bracing his hands on Kled's shoulders. "This good?"

"Nah, that ain't gonna cut it," Kled announced. "Yer gonna have ta go harder than that."

Teemo shrugged his shoulders. "Okay, if you insist," he increased the speed of his pistoning by a fair margin. He could feel the walls of Kled's rectal cavity clench down on his prick.

"That's some pussy shit," Kled stroked himself in tandem with motion of getting fucked. "Ya gotta go harder! Come on, spank me!"

"Seriously?" Teemo was starting to get annoyed but continued doing as he was told. He wound up a hand and slapped the exposed flesh of Kled's asscheek.

"That all ya got?!" Kled hollered. "I said harder, dammit! HARDER!"

"Aw, cram it!" Teemo had enough of Kled barking out orders. He looked around until he noticed the other yordle's boot was coming off. He quickly devised a plan, setting it in motion almost immediately. He slipped the boot off first, before sliding his sock off. He then balled it up and shoved it into Kled's mouth unceremoniously.

Kled was caught by surprise but loved the ingenuity from the other yordle. He cackled like a madman when he realized Teemo was finally taking charge, though the sound got muffled. He jerked himself off even harder at the thought of the cream-furred yordle having his way with him.

Teemo didn't let up, he was now determined to get off inside Kled as payback for riling him up so much. A sigh of relief escaped his mouth as he finally felt his shaft glide in and out of Kled's ass with ease, his pre had lubed up the both of them enough that it was starting to feel pleasurable. He then completely hunkered over the other yordle, surrendering himself to the euphoric feeling shooting through his body. His pace slowed slightly as he could feel the load build up, panting as he continued humping. A few more thrusts was all it took for the floodgates to burst. Teemo cried out as the greatest orgasm in his life raged through him, causing his balls to seize and for his yordle batter to gush into Kled.

Kled, meanwhile, was right behind Teemo. He was already half-lidded from the feeling of getting his ass filled, which only served to make him grasp his cock even harder. His hand squelched from the pre he produced, his hips gyrating to help speed the process up. It wasn't long before he moaned loud into the sock, a sticky load of yordle seed painted the ground beneath him. He collapsed onto the ground, spitting the sock out before panting.

"Holy fuck," Teemo had never felt so winded from sex before in his life. He sloppily pulled his rod free of Kled's ass, seconds before his limbs buckled and he fell right on top of the other yordle.

"Hot damn, that was great! Hang on," Kled used what little strength he had left and pushed Teemo off of him. "Lemme help ya get cleaned up," he crawled his way until he was on top of Teemo's groin, licking his lips before taking his cock whole into his mouth.

"Ooh," Teemo moaned, the feeling of Kled's tongue worshipping his dick was heavenly. He could feel the other yordle tenderly licking all that cum up, not exactly how he'd have washed himself, but without any running water this was the best he was gong to get.

Once he was satisfied, Kled slid his mouth off Teemo's cock with a boisterous pop. He wiped his lips with the back of his hand. "Ain't gonna get service like that anywhere else, I tell ya what!" He then maneuvered himself so that he laid parallel with the other yordle, laying his arm along Teemo's chest. "I really enjoyed that."

"I know, you love getting fucked," Teemo rolled his head until he met Kled's gaze.

"No, I mean I kinda felt we had some kinda connection back there," Kled brought his hand up to Teemo's face, lovingly caressing his cheek.

"Oh Kled," Teemo sighed, "you need someone that's right for you."

"I know, I know," Kled looked a bit dejected, "but there ain't anyone else I can find that does the things ya do. Ya treat me like a king, Teemo." He leaned in close and gave him a quick smooch on the lips before pulling away again. "Say, weren't ya yammering on about needing ta do something earlier."

Teemo bolted upright. "Oh fuck!"

***

"Goddamn, you're tight," Ziggs grunted as he thrusted his titanic tool into Rumble's anal cavity. He had one hand on his boyfriend's meaty trapezius while the other was situated on the blue-furred yordle's waist.

Rumble had braced himself against the wall with his hands, doing his best to provide enough force to counteract Ziggs' pistoning. "You sure it's not because your dick is as thick as another yordle's arm?" He chuckled between breaths.

"What, you've had time to compare?" Ziggs snickered.

Rumble moaned as Ziggs flattened his prostate, nearly causing his knees to buckle. "Well, it's certainly not the size of your arm. That thing might kill me."

Ziggs leaned in close beside Rumble's head, a carnal expression plastered on his face. "Are you telling me that my big, strong man is afraid of a little challenge?" He growled into his boyfriend's ear. Since the pair of them had blown up into hulking beasts of yordles, they've taken to getting more lecherous in the bedroom.

"Oh please," Rumble smirked, "you always go off about how 'mighty and powerful' you are. Why don't you take the lead and show me how it's done," Rumble looked over his shoulder as much as his body would allow him to and winked at Ziggs. "Eh, stud?" He tensed his lower body, clenching down on the cock inside him. "Unless you don't feel up to the task."

Ziggs shuddered from the sudden clamping sensation on his shaft, though he quickened his pace. "Ah!" He gripped Rumble even harder. "Well, if it's anything like your dick I'll be the only one who can take it."

"That's right!" Rumble smugly grinned. "Biggest dick in town and you're the only one who can take it. You look cute when I have you bent over in front of me."

Ziggs took that as a cue to put the other yordle in his place. "Yours might be longer, but mine's much thicker." He pushed forward, slamming Rumble into the wall, leaving a small crack. "I think you look cute when you're begging to be stuffed." He reached for the underside of Rumble's monumental pecs, finding purchase on his nipples, and slowly twisting them. "Tell me how much you want it."

Rumble moaned loudly, the euphoric stimulation he experienced caused him to buck his hips forcefully. "Ah, fuck!" The thrusting of his prick smashed another spiderweb of cracks into the drywall. "Goddamn it, just gimme everything you've got!"

Ziggs grunted in response, battering Rumble's butt with his pelvis. The slapping of their titanic balls barely registered to them as they only had one thing on their minds. Ziggs continued plunging his rod into his boyfriend's rectal cavity until he felt the dam break. He wrapped his arms around Rumble's chest and bearhugged him, slowly thrusting until his cumpipe bulged. He howled exuberantly as he loaded an absolute torrent of yordle batter into Rumble. Rope after sticky rope of cum was deluged right into the blue-furred yordle's ass, Rumble tried his best to keep it all inside him while blasting his own seed at his pec cleft.

Each flow came to a trickle after a few minutes, both yordles panted heavily. Ziggs gently pulled his dick out, causing Rumble to moan at the sudden empty feeling inside him. "Holy fuck..." He groaned. "I think that was our best one yet."

"Yeah, that was intense," Ziggs placed a hand on his barrel chest, feeling it rise and fall with every breath. "You really got me going there."

"You pull off being more dominant well," Rumble pushed himself away from the wall and turned around to face the other yordle.

"Well, I don't know if I'd say that," Ziggs modestly put forth, "it's not something that was ever in my wheelhouse. I don't feel like I've really got it down at all."

"You've progressed a lot further along than where you started, that's for sure." Rumble praised the other yordle. "I gotta say, I'm impressed with how well you're handling this. You weren't thrilled with all the changes not too long ago."

Ziggs giggled. "Well, I have had a couple days to get used to this," he brought his arm to a flex, the bicep as large as his head. "I'm kinda in love with how strong I feel."

"I hear that!" Rumble puffed out his chest, giving himself a masturbatory lick on one of his mighty pectorals. "I feel goddamn indestructible."

"You're telling me! I don't think I've ever felt better!" Ziggs brought his arms above his head and flexed, allowing his wing-like lats to flare wide. "I feel like I can take on the world right now!" He kept the pose up for a few seconds until his form faltered from his shoulders slumping forward. "But I'm still having difficulties adjusting. Remember how I tore off the door to the garage?"

"Of course I remember," Rumble chuckled. Ziggs was busy fixing lunch for the two of them and wanted to let him know that it was almost done. Instead of gently opening the door to the garage, Ziggs ended up ripping the door clear off its frame. It sent him flying onto his ass, shocked at how excessively strong he'd gotten. "Not only did you tear the door off its hinges, but you also pulled the doorknob right out of its socket."

"Ugh, yeah," Ziggs rubbed his bull neck, "that was bad. Well, I tried putting the knob back in place, but..." He sighed, crestfallen, as he shook his head, throwing his arms up in frustration. "The damn thing splintered into a bunch of pieces. It's just scrap wood now."

"Ah, that's fine. We can just install a new one in its place." Rumble clasped his hands together as an idea crossed his mind. "Oh, before we do, let's widen the doorway first. You know, futureproofing."

"Not a bad idea," Ziggs tapped the side of his cheek in thought, "though, I think we should do the same for the other doorways too. We're lucky that the hallway is able to fit us already."

"It's almost as if someone had our size in mind when they built the place."

"Somehow, I highly doubt that." Ziggs chortled. "Both of us can't fit in it at the same time."

"Well, that could be easily fixed." Rumble suggested. "We have the means to do so."

"Yeah, but there'll be a lot more effort involved," Ziggs retorted. "We have to take space from the pre-existing rooms, and that's gonna take a lot of precision and finesse at our size."

"Or, and hear me out on this," Rumble proposed. He brought his gargantuan arm in front of his body and flexed, showing off the split peaks of his bicep. "We could simply take down the walls by knocking them over with our bodies! Sounds fun, right?"

"Fun, but impractical," Ziggs looked at the other yordle, completely unimpressed. "By bowling over everything in sight, we'd have no way of knowing whether or not we're attacking a load-bearing wall. The last thing we need is for the ceiling to collapse on us." He sneered at Rumble. "You know what's really fun? Not having to pay someone else to fix our mess."

"Yeah, I suppose," Rumble sighed in faux disappointment, he knew Ziggs was absolutely right. "I just wanted the opportunity to wreck something and see what I'm really capable of."

"Aw," Rumble's enthusiasm warmed his heart, "we'll just have to get something for my colossal boyfriend to crush with his muscles." He gave Rumble a quick peck on the cheek. He then ran his hands over the other yordle's traps, feeling just how dense they've become as the blue-furred yordle proudly grinned.

"You know, we probably won't need any special equipment to tackle this. We could easily bear the loads ourselves," Rumble felt himself chub at the thought of supporting all that weight and then some. "Honestly, between the two of us, we could probably lift the house completely off its foundation." He rubbed along Ziggs' arms, making his way to his strapping pecs. He squeezed, feeling the firmness of his boyfriend's chest.

Ziggs chuckled. "Heh, I wouldn't say we're quite that strong," blood rushed to his groin as he moved in closer to Rumble, "but we'll have many opportunities to test ourselves in the near future."

"Maybe I'll 'accidentally' drop something behind the fridge again and need you to move it," Rumble teased, provocatively grinning at the other yordle.

"Keep doing that and I'll 'accidentally' lift you off your feet," Ziggs quipped, feeling up the serrati on Rumble's tree-trunk-like torso. "Can't cause trouble if I won't let you move around."

"I don't think you're man enough to accomplish that," Rumble jeered, twisting one of Ziggs fat nips.

"I'm more than man enough to take you on," Ziggs grunted from the stimulation, his fully erect cock pressing against Rumble's. One hand made its way to the blue-furred yordle's dimpled rear, feeling just how thick his glutes were.

"Bring it on," Rumble pushed forward, mashing his pecs into Ziggs'. He grabbed as much of each other's cocks as he could hold in one hand, both of them still slimy from their previous release. His other hand grabbed the back of Ziggs' head and pulled him closer until their lips locked. Their tongues fought against the other, passion filled their embrace. This went on for a few moments until Rumble broke it, warmly smiling at Ziggs. "God, I love you."

Ziggs reciprocated the affection. "I love you too!" He leaned forward and nuzzled into one of Rumble's traps before inching closer to his ear. "And I'm still taking you on."

"Hmm?" Rumble barely had a second to react before he felt his body get lifted off the floor. "Hey! What gives?"

"I'm proving I'm man enough for you," Ziggs grinned widely. "I'm gonna show you I don't need my arms to hold you up."

The gears in Rumble's head turned for a bit until he finally realized what Ziggs was getting at. "Hey, you had your turn already."

"Don't worry, I'll make this quick and let you go twice the next time." Ziggs took a second to line up his shaft with Rumble's anus. "I love you," he giggled, dropping Rumble onto his pole. It took no effort to spear the blue-furred yordle as his cum-slicked hole was still well lubricated from before.

"Gah!" Rumble cried out as he spasmed from the immediate anal intrusion. He braced himself by grabbing onto Ziggs' brawny shoulders.

"Hey look, no hands!" Ziggs slid his arms under Rumble's and pressed his palms flat against the wall. "Now I get the chance to do this," he leaned forward and forced his nose into the other yordle's pec valley, deeply inhaling the heady musk trapped in the blue chest fluff. "Ooh," he moaned, "spicy!" He began to thrust upward into Rumble.

Rumble, for his part, wasn't going to just let Ziggs have all the fun. He managed to angle his dick in such a way that it slid between the tan-furred yordle's pecs and stayed there while he bounced on the cock inside him. "Ha! I've always wanted to do that."

Ziggs pulled back, feeling the throbbing tool in his pec cleft. "Don't mind if I do," Ziggs waited for Rumble's prick to push its way up before taking it into his mouth. Not once did either of them think a situation like this would arise. Instead of bobbing his head, he used the motions of his humping to do the work for him. The salty taste of sperm coating Rumble's penis all but dissipated the longer Ziggs' tongue wrapped around it. Just then he felt a tingle come from his nether region, he was getting close. He flexed his chest, pressing his powerful pectorals together to apply force to Rumble's shaft.

"Aah!" Between the assault on his prostate and the enormous amount of muscle clenched around his dick, Rumble's arousal level skyrocketed. The electric feeling shot through every nerve in his body, his ass starting to clamp around Ziggs' cock. He pushed his hips forward in an attempt to fit more of his shaft into his boyfriend's mouth as the pistoning in his rear sped up.

Ziggs kept his quickened pace up, not wanting this to be a long, drawn out affair. Release was his goal and he could feel it almost upon him. A few more thrusts was all it took for the floodgates to open. He rapidly shot load after load of yordle seed into his boyfriend, setting off a chain reaction in the other yordle.

"Ah fuck, here it comes!" Rumble bellowed, grabbing the top of Ziggs' head with both hands. His own cum travelled up the length of his shaft before shooting into the other yordle's mouth. The tan-furred yordle did his damndest to seal his opening shut, trying to guzzle down every rope as best he could.

When all was said and done, Ziggs let go of Rumble's dick as well as pulling him off his own prick and lowering him back down onto his feet. "Phew, that was an experience!"

"I'll say," Rumble laughed, "that was fucking hot!" He wiped the sweat-matted fur of his forehead with the back of his brawny arm.

"I'll let you try it out the next time," Ziggs rested his hand on Rumble's sturdy shoulder, "I think you'll really enjoy it."

"We could try it now," Rumble nudged his boyfriend's heavily muscled arm.

Ziggs shook his head. "Honestly, what I want now more than anything is a shower." His eyes shot wide open, saying the word seemed to jog his memory. "Right," he clasped his hands together, "I wanted to mention that before we do any other renovations, we should seriously redo the shower to accommodate our size. The janky setup we put together yesterday isn't going to last us very long."

"True," Rumble nodded his head. "At least we haven't needed to shower nearly as much as we did when this all started."

"Yeah, only fucking five times in three days feels pretty good. It leaves a lot of free time to work on our projects." Ziggs' expression lit up. "Oh, I was gonna ask how work on your mech was going."

"Eh," Rumble rubbed his thick traps, "there's a ton I'm gonna have to redesign. I jumped in the cockpit just to see how I fit, and obviously it was too small for my size. I knew I was gonna have to expand it to make room for me." He scrunched up his face, shaking his head as he did so. "But I completely fucked the suspension. It won't stand up until I completely revamp the system to hold my new weight." He rolled his eyes in annoyance. "So I know what I'm doing for the next couple months."

"Yeah, I can relate," Ziggs rubbed his forehead with his fingers. "I had to design a new case for my bombs since the ones I always used just crumpled in my grasp." He sighed in frustration. "Took a bunch of trial and error, but I finally made one that works, thankfully. Unfortunately, when I went to test them out, I ended up breaking the training dummy. Again."

"And now we have a bunch of little pieces to pick up again?" Rumble crossed his burly arms, chuckling softly.

"No, actually! There's only two this time."

Rumble narrowed his eyes in mirthful confusion. "Okay, how'd you manage that one."

Ziggs nervously chuckled. "Well, I stood where I normally did and assumed my fighting stance. I then threw the bomb, just how I've always done." He brought a hand to his mouth to stifle a laugh but failed. "I ended up taking the head clean off the dummy."

"Really?!" Rumble looked at the other yordle in awe. "Aw, I wish I was there to see that."

"I really don't know my own strength anymore!" Ziggs erupted into full-blown laughter. "Good news is that the head is still intact so we can easily put it back together."

"Okay, good to hear. That was a pain the last time."

"Yeah, we'll just have to situate it further back, so it doesn't happen again." Ziggs grabbed a hold of Rumble's hands and brought him closer, giving him a quick kiss in the lips. "Anyway, I'm gonna go have my shower now."

"Aw, but I'm hard again," Rumble leaned forward, pressing his erect cock against Ziggs' tortoise shell of a gut. "I have a feeling that someone else's itching to get stuffed this time."

Ziggs mulled the offer over in his head before smirking at the blue-furred yordle. "Alright, let's go one more time."

***

At long last, Teemo finally made it to his destination. "Ugh, I can't believe how much he keeps pushing me off schedule." He ambled up to the entrance of Veigar's castle, the home of his intended client. He knocked on the door, waiting a few seconds before he saw it move.

"Ah, there you are!" The black-furred yordle cheered when he saw Teemo.

"Hey, I got what you wanted. Sorry I'm late, by the way." Teemo apologized, pulling the package from his backpack, and handing it to the other yordle.

"No worries here, I know you'd never flake on an order." He grabbed the package with one hand. "These are fresh?"

"Hand-picked a few days ago." Teemo proudly stated.

"Excellent," Veigar was pleased with the quality of his order. "Was it rain?"

"Hmm?"

"Why it took you a bit longer. I thought it might've rained," Veigar gasped. "No!" He snapped his fingers, coming up with a better answer immediately. "Kled?"

"Kled." Teemo nodded his head.

"I thought so," Veigar shifted the package until he clamped it against his body with his arm. "Same thing as last time?"

"You know it."

"Horny fuck, isn't he?" Veigar snickered.

"You're telling me!" Teemo laughed. He took a moment to notice that the other yordle wasn't wearing his usual mage outfit, instead opting to wear something casual, not dissimilar to the clothes he was wearing. "You look comfortable."

"Hmm?" Veigar looked himself over. "Oh, yeah, I guess. Everyone around here seems to have taken the day off for whatever reason, so there wasn't anyone for me to terrorize. Thought I might as well relax instead." He looked up at Teemo, though he stopped when he reached his crotch and smirked. "Had fun with Kled?"

"Yeah," Teemo shrugged, "It was sex. It was good, but even bad sex still feels good."

"Well, it looks like your body is ready for round two." Veigar pointed to the very prominent bulge in Teemo's pants.

"Oh shit!" Teemo quickly slid his hands over the offending member. "I'm really sorry about that."

"Don't be, we all have urges that need taking care of. You're welcome to come inside," Veigar stood aside to allow Teemo to enter. "I can definitely help with that."

"I couldn't," Teemo protested.

"Nonsense. You've been a great courier to me, and I would be honoured to help you in your time of need." It was a tad overdramatic, but Veigar got his point across.

Teemo hesitated, but ultimately accepted the offer. "Okay." The black-furred yordle led him to his bedroom, bookcases filled with magical tomes of all kinds and papers strewn everywhere.

"Hope you don't mind the mess, I've been pretty deep in my studies." Veigar gestured to his bed. "Why don't you make yourself comfortable?" Teemo nodded and then sat down on the bed, making Veigar laugh. "I mean really comfortable." He began to strip out of his clothes.

"Alright," Teemo mimicked the other yordle, taking off everything he was wearing and leaving it in a neat pile by his knapsack. The two yordles were now completely naked, and fully erect.

"That's better," Veigar sauntered over to the bed and crouched down. "Just relax and let me take care of everything."

"Okay," Teemo huffed, he couldn't remember the last time he'd been this horny.

Veigar rubbed his legs along Teemo's cream-furred thighs, sending just the right amount of stimulation coursing through his veins. It made the yordle above him gasp from the touch, a sign that he's doing it right. He then positioned his face in front of Teemo's throbbing prick, breathing on it slightly as he readied himself for what he's about to do. He moved in closer, gliding his tongue from the base of the cock to the tip. He took the cockhead into his mouth, suckling on it momentarily, and then taking the plunge. He drove his mouth all the way to the base, the other yordle's pubic fuzz tickling his nostrils.

"Ooh," Teemo moaned, his hands clenching the sheets on the bed. The feeling was electrifying, his nerves were getting overloaded from the pleasure. For a hermit, Veigar really knew what he was doing.

Veigar began to bob up and down, slowly at first to get the other yordle used to the sensation, before picking up the pace. Sometimes he'd stop at the tip and tongue around the sensitive cockflesh, and sometimes he'd lightly graze Teemo's shaft with his teeth. Both actions elicited content groans from its host. Once Veigar tasted pre he quickened his movements, knowing Teemo was getting close. He used a hand to cup the other yordle's balls, squeezing gently to stimulate him further.

"Ah, shit," Teemo clasped onto the back of the black-furred yordle's head, "keep going, I'm getting close."

Veigar moved with purpose, now knowing that Teemo was nearing release. His other hand ventured downward, coming into to contact with the other yordle's pucker. He didn't enter it, merely playing with it, circling around it to get him mewling. He continued his triple onslaught until he felt the balls in his hand seize, signalling him to get ready for the load about to come. He braced his mouth against the base of the dick, forming a tight seal. Teemo cried out as creamy ropes were shot down Veigar's gullet. When all was said and done, Veigar gave Teemo a complimentary cleaning, smirking at a job well done.

"Wow, you're good," Teemo chuckled. "Remind me to visit more often."

"You'll have to catch me when I'm not working, I'm afraid. I can be dreadfully busy at times," Veigar took the opportunity to explore the rest of Teemo's body while they were both recovering. "How come you never showed me your abs before?"

Alarm bells rang in Teemo's head. "My what?"

Veigar snickered. "It's like all that walking you do is finally paying off!" He ran his hands all over Teemo's cobblestone abs.

The feeling was unmistakeable, making Teemo sit upright. The dawning horror crept up on him, he wasn't like this yesterday, what could be causing this? And then it hit him. "Oh no..."