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The isles of Bilgewater were not a place you'd want to be if you considered yourself soft. Between the pirates, giant sea monsters, supernatural cultists, and deadly packs of wharf rats, one always had to be careful of where they traveled, for they might not return.

But amidst the drinking, gambling, and general chaos, there lived a peculiar creature by the name of Fizz. He was a yordle like the others, but unlike them he evolved to live in the vast ocean. From his slimy skin, to his tentacles for hair, to his webbed fingers, he was built for water travel. That isn't to say he stayed to himself, as he loved playing tricks on the humans that inhabited the islands around where he lived.

Currently, he was sunbathing on a large, flat rock off the main chain of islands. He figured he deserved some time to himself, it was a chance to relax and enjoy the nice weather. He needed it but didn't know it wasn't going to last long.

"Ahoy," came a voice in front of Fizz. If he had hair on the back of his neck, it would be standing straight up right now.

"Crap!" The aquatic yordle snapped up to face the direction of the voice. Panic instantly set in when he saw the cocksure visage of Kled, stepping off a tiny boat he took from the nearest island.

"Don't tell me ya ain't happy ta see me," Kled playfully snickered.

Fizz reached around him for his trademark weapon but came up short. "Ugh, the one day I'm without my trident," he groaned. He remembered he left it with his pet shark, Chomper, who wanted to play with it earlier in the day, but it was hours since then.

"Stopped by ta see how things were going. Ya don't mind, do ya?" Kled inquired assuredly, crossing his arms.

Fizz was about to retort, but something caught his eye. "You look... different somehow." Fizz couldn't place it, but something about Kled felt unusual. Had he been more observant, he'd have noticed the white-furred yordle casting a far larger shadow than before.

"Good eye," Kled smirked slyly. "Ain't ya curious as ta what it is?" He cocked a brow, hands rested on his hips as he eyed the aquatic yordle.

"Uh," Fizz gulped, "I suppose?" He shifted his weight, leaning further back on his hands. He had no idea what the other yordle was planning and wanted to give himself ample opportunity to escape if need be.

"Good, 'cuz I wasn't giving ya an option." Kled impishly chuckled, setting his helmet on the ground. He gave Fizz a mischievous grin as their eyes met, his hands moving to the edges of his armour. One by one he stripped out of the layers he was wearing, all the while keeping his gaze squarely locked onto the other yordle.

Fizz watched intently, mostly to see if this were a trick that he needed to keep his guard up for, but also partly in curiosity to see if this could be something else entirely.

Kled kept his undressing at a steady pace. He held the oceanic yordle's attention in full, so why rush things? He let out a playful snicker as he got to his undershirt, knowing full well what the other yordle's reaction will be.

Fizz's eyes nearly bugged out of their sockets when he Kled finally took his top off, now able to fully take in the white-furred yordle's half-naked body. Kled was jacked, maybe even more so. His strong, trunk-like torso was accentuated by abdominals comparable to thick-cut cobblestone. His hands resting on his hips allowed his lats to flare wide, while those sleeve-filling arms worked to close the space between them. His meaty chest pushed out further than it ever had before, capped by nipples that were nothing more than thick nubs of flesh. The way his muscular shoulders rolled into traps that rose high into the air was enough to make anyone swoon. Kled was a goddamn man, and he wasn't afraid to let everyone know.

"Yeah, ya like that, don't ya?" Kled jeered. "I see ya staring."

Fizz let go of the breath he didn't know he was holding onto. Kled was telling the truth, his own elevated heart rate confirmed that much. He'd never seen this kind of physique on anyone before, let alone a yordle.

"I know ya want a piece of me, can't say I blame ya though." Kled brought his arm up to a flex. "I should tell ya that yer extraordinarily easy ta read."

"I-I don't get what you're talking about," Fizz stammered his response, to which the other yordle gestured toward him. Fizz followed where Kled's finger was pointing, gasping when he saw his prick nearly at full mast. "How long were you looking at it?!" The fishy yordle shot his hands over his junk in an effort to hide it.

"Only just noticed it. I got a keen eye fer tracking movement, ya know," Kled crowed. "Ya shouldn't be embarrassed, I already knew ya like yer men big. Go on, let yer little buddy breathe."

Fizz hesitated slightly, finally acquiescing after deliberating whether or not he felt safe enough to do so. He didn't, but he was too damn horny to care at this point. "I don't like how you know that about me..."

"Gotta know everything about everyone, I'll take advantage of whatever helps me protect my land." Bewilderment crossed Fizz's face as he, like everyone else, knew Kled didn't actually own any of the land he said he did. The mammalian yordle then brought his arms inward, pressing his biceps against his sides and popping out his meaty chest. "Ya wanna feel 'em?"

Fizz's breathing intensified as he felt his heart flutter, this was like a dream come true. "R-Really? You mean it?"

"Of course," Kled cooed invitingly, knowing he had the fish wrapped around his finger. Fizz, emboldened by his reversal of fortune, slowly reached out to try and feel the body he'd only fantasized about up to this point. Kled took this opportunity to shoot out his hand and grab the aquatic yordle's wrist, causing Fizz to shriek and recoil as best he could. Kled's firm grip rendered the other yordle unable to go anywhere, just as he wanted. "Ya ain't thought it'd be that easy, did ya?" Kled chuckled maliciously. "Naw, yer gonna help me out first."

Fizz calmed down slightly when he realized he wasn't going to be harmed. "Help you out? What are you getting at?"

Kled grinned slyly. "Thought ya'd never ask." He released his grip on Fizz, causing the other yordle to fall on his ass. He then undid the fastener to his pants and slowly pulled them down, giving his captive audience a strip show that won't soon be forgotten.

The first thing Fizz noticed is the blood-red speedo Kled wore underneath his usual attire, something he doubted very many people have seen and lived to tell someone about. The fabric perfectly encapsulated the delicious bulge Kled sported, one that elongated the more he had it on display. While it was hard to look away from that tent, Fizz would be in remiss if he didn't pay attention to the largest quads he'd ever laid his eyes on. From the way Kled was standing Fizz could just make out his teardrop-shaped calves, and though he couldn't see them, he bet the other yordle's glutes were perfect and dimpled.

"I take it yer impressed. Can't say I blame ya, I'd be too if I got ta look at me." Kled brought his arms back behind his head, pulling his pec slabs upward and showing off his hairy pits. Fizz wanted nothing more than to just shove his face in them, but he wasn't about to move until he was given the go-ahead.

"S-So what do you need me to do?" Fizz gulped, hesitantly staying in place. Anticipation drove his heartrate through the roof.

"What, can't ya see I got ya a present?" Kled lustily snickered. "I ain't helping ya either, yer opening it on yer own."

Fizz didn't have to be told twice. He hastily scampered over and got to work, digging one hand around the band of the speedo while the other groped Kled's meaty rear, pulling the white-furred yordle's body towards his face. He dug his nose right into the other's treasure trail, inhaling the rich, masculine musk as if his lungs craved it. He ran his tongue through the sweaty fur, nearly blowing his load in the process but managed to hang on as it wouldn't be much fun if he let go now. He decided that he'd fooled around enough and pulled the speedo down, freeing Kled's mighty tool from its fabric prison.

"Ooh," Kled shivered from the sudden difference in temperature, "it got a bit drafty."

Fizz grinned from ear to ear, his prize was now his to enjoy. "And to think you were hiding this from me." He grasped at the shaft with one hand and gently stroked from base to tip. Centuries of living in the seas left Fizz with a soft, delicate touch, one that Kled was wholly unaccustomed to as he usually dealt with land-dwellers.

"Oh shit!" Kled bit his lip, nearly overtaken by euphoria just from the stimulation alone. He gathered all the focus he could muster up, he wasn't about to shoot his shot so early.

"I take it you approve," Fizz giggled. He shot Kled a lascivious glance before positioning his head lower, kissing the tip of his prick before taking one long lick. He savoured the pungent taste of Kled's maleness before taking the entire thing into his mouth.

"Fuuuuck..." Kled moaned out, moving a hand to the back of Fizz's head. This was a blowjob unlike any he'd ever received before. The inside of the aquatic yordle's mouth was slimy, but the flesh was silken and smooth, as if undisturbed by air since his inception. He'd have to visit again soon. "Yer good at this, ya know that?"

Fizz snorted in response, he knew it was rude to talk with his mouth full. He bobbed slowly over Kled's dick, already feeling a trickle of pre flow down his tongue. He took the opportunity to feel up the white-furred yordle's overly ripped body, webbed fingers running through sweat-matted fur. He closed his eyes and let his hands explore, groping whatever muscle group he could reach, be it the abdominals, obliques, or especially Kled's firm ass cheeks. He tenderly kneaded the other yordle's rump, groaning around the dick in his mouth as he does so.

"Can't get enough of me, huh?" Kled maliciously chuckled. "Yeah, sluts like you always fall fer men like me."

Fizz, not as completely zoned out as Kled thought, took offense at the remark. His tricky, playful nature sparked a little rebelliousness inside him. On the next pass he let his teeth gently graze Kled's cock, coaxing a moan out of the muscular yordle. He then gradually applied more pressure until he was clamped down, not enough to pierce the flesh, but enough to be noticed.

"Watch the teeth, WATCH THE TEETH!" Kled screamed, every muscle in his body tensing simultaneously.

Fizz let the dick flop out of his mouth and laughed. "Just thought I'd remind you that you're not nearly as in control as you think you are."

Kled grumbled but made a mental note to be careful around this one. "Yeah, alright, whatever..." He huffed, slowing his breathing until it matched his pace before.

Fizz sniggered, taking the shaft into his mouth once more. It warmed his heart that he could keep the mighty Kled on his toes when around him. He felt a slight bucking from the other yordle's hips, meaning that he was well on his way to reaching climax. He quickened his momentum, sliding along that length with ferocity.

Kled increased the force on the back of Fizz's head, gritting his teeth as he could feel the pressure build up inside him. Snorting, he felt various body parts tense, from his biceps to his taint. He huffed, pressing his fishy 'friend' flush against his crotch, crying out as he finally reached release.

Fizz nearly choked as the dick was pushed entirely into his mouth at once. His nose found itself buried deep in Kled's musky crotch, he closed his eyes in ecstasy as the heady scent burned his nostrils, imprinting itself onto his brain. Then the floodgates opened. Fizz quickly formed a perfect seal with his mouth, making sure all that cum had nowhere to go except down his gullet. He greedily gulped it all down as if it were his last meal, this was his reward for all his effort after all. At the same time he instinctively shot his hand down to his cock, basically pistoning it into his hand. It didn't take much stimulation from himself to get off after everything else that happened.

Kled snarled, using both hands to shove his fat prick into that warm oral cavity. The was shaping up to be the biggest load of his life, but he thought the same way about every previous one as well.

Eventually the two yordles collapsed onto the rock, completely spent after everything that just transpired. Fizz was panting heavily as he just had the most explosive orgasm of his life, only his cumshots were paltry compared to the sticky ropes pumped into him. Still, this whole experience was like a dream come true for the oceanic yordle. "Ahhh," he signed contentedly, letting the sun wash over him as he laid on his back.

"Yer pretty good," Kled admitted while leaning on his arm for support. "Shoulda swung 'round here ages ago." Just then, a familiar warmth washed over him, one he's learned to love. Save for his height, every aspect of his body slowly creaked bigger, adding inches to all his measurements. Kled sighed, feeling satisfied with his growth. Growing felt good, damn good, in fact. He kept getting bigger every time he came, but it wasn't enough. He wanted to push his body to its limits, see how big he can possibly take himself.

Fizz, however, never noticed. "Thanks!" He beamed from the praise. "Wanna do round two soon?"

"Can't," Kled shook his head. "I got more land ta patrol and I ain't deviating from my schedule fer no one." He shot Fizz a furtive glance. "But if ya can promise me that again, then I'll definitely come visit."

Fizz pumped his fist in the air. "It's a date!"

***

"Ugh..." Rumble groaned as he collapsed onto the table, his head resting on his arms. "So what do we do in the meantime then?"

"I think I can call in a favour," Ziggs piped up. "I know someone who could easily fix this mess."

Rumble perked his head up, his eyes filled with optimism. "You do?" His mood would've shifted for the better had the dawning realization of who his boyfriend was talking about not occurred. He buried his face in his hands. "Oh, you mean Heimerdinger..."

"Well yeah, he's probably the smartest guy any of us knows." Ziggs shrugged his cannonball-like shoulders. "If there's anyone who could figure this out, it'd be him."

"Okay," Rumble stood up and faced the tan-furred beefcake, "maybe you've forgotten, so let me remind you. Me and him-"

"Him and I," Ziggs corrected, crossing his meaty arms along his barrel chest.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," Rumble waved off the amendment. "We don't get along. At all. I'm fairly certain the guy hates my guts."

Ziggs slid a beefy arm along Rumble's boulder shoulder, caressing the dense musculature. "Aw come on, he doesn't hate you, he just..." Ziggs pondered what the correct choice of words should be, "prefers if you two didn't interact."

Rumble remained unimpressed. "I defy you to tell me how those two things are different."

"Listen," Ziggs pulled Rumble closer to him, the other yordle's shoulder pressed into his burly pec, "I still get along with him just fine. I'm sure if I calmly explain what's going on then he'd help us."

"He doesn't have an issue with me either," Teemo added. "That's two-to-one in our favour."

"Alright, alright," Rumble conceded, "so we can talk to him. Cool. How do you know he'll actually help us?"

Ziggs gave a hearty chuckle as he whirled Rumble around to face him. "That's the easiest part! He hates not knowing things. I can guarantee that if he had the same affliction he'd keep working until he's figured out the cause."

Rumble wasn't thrilled with the prospect of having to deal with Heimerdinger again, the two of them hadn't been on good terms in quite some time. "Okay, sure," he sighed defeatedly, "let's ask him and see what he says."

"Hey, buck up," Ziggs patted the mountainous back of the blue-furred yordle, "it's only gonna be for a little bit and then we can get back to our lives again."

"You're positive?"

"Absolutely!" Ziggs warmly smiled. "I can also do the talking just so you don't have to." He looked over to Teemo, who was now leaning on the table. "Well, we have a plan now."

"That we do," Teemo nodded in agreement. "Should we get going?"

"Let's wait for it to get dark first. I'm kinda not interested in any unwanted attention." A moment of silence passed before Ziggs thought to speak again. "Wager any guesses as to what Kled's doing now?"

Teemo leaned his head on one of his hands. "I've got a pretty good idea of what he's up to."

***

It was just Corki's luck to get stuck on the outskirts of the Kumangran jungle. His Reconnaissance Operations Front-Line Copter unexpectedly broke down and it would take him days to get back to Piltover on foot to get the replacements parts needed. All his tools were back in his workshop so he had to make do with whatever debris he could get his hands on here.

The white-furred, mustachioed yordle had just spent hours trying to pound out the dents in the body and blades of his Copter with a sturdy rock he found in the surrounding area. His body ached, he had to stop and take a breather. He straightened his back, stretching in such a way that allowed him to crack his vertebrae and release the tension contained within. He wiped the sweat off his forehead with the back of his arm, then slid his goggles up so his eyes could see unfiltered daylight again. Grabbing his canteen, he unscrewed the top and took a swig of water, thanking his lucky stars he at least possessed the foresight to pack provisions.

With the sunlight beating down on him, he made the decision to relocate to the shade not too far away from his downed aircraft, laying down against the tree providing him cover. It was the first reprieve he got from the humid climate he found himself in. It was peaceful, surprisingly quieter than he was anticipating the jungle to be. Truthfully, he knew he wasn't in much danger as there should be a gateway to Bandle City he could take if things went south. With his mind at ease, he dozed off.

A sudden crack from nearby startled him awake. How long was he out? Minutes? Hours? Days? He unfortunately had no way of telling, plus he never got a good look at which way the sun was travelling. Disoriented, he sat up to try and find his bearings. He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes with the ball of his hand, blinking a few times afterwards as if he were trying to see if his vision still worked. Feeling a bit parched, he fumbled for his canteen in the underbrush. He scanned the area as he took a swig of water, spitting it out completely when he finally found the source of the noise.

"Kled?!" Corki was aghast with what he saw, scampering backwards as fast as his little limbs could take him.

"Hey Corki," Kled sneered, standing on a snapped tree branch he crunched underfoot, one that looked like it took a bit force to break. Corki couldn't believe this was the same yordle he knew before as the one in front of him was many times bigger than the version he remembered.

His torso was a pillar of strength, one which displayed shredded obliques and abs like mountain ranges. His pecs were massive slabs of muscle, ones so stuffed they forced his thick nipples straight down. Corki would be lying if he said they didn't resemble boulders, wagering they might be as rock-hard, if not more so. Strong cannonball-like shoulders rounded into titanic traps, ones that seemed on their way to tickling his ears. Then there were his arms, thick as steel cables with a few veins snaking across them. The finest snow-capped mountains in the land didn't look nearly as good as Kled's monstrous biceps. He was a king among yordles, and his arms were the jewels in his crown.

His quads were comparable to the tree trunks surrounding the pair, only Corki had a feeling they would be crushed between the other yordle's thighs. He'd never seen that muscle group this striated before, but with how detailed they were it made him understand why they were called 'quads' in the first place. His calves, as far as the pilot yordle could tell, were teardrop-shaped but nowhere near as delicate. Finally, there was Kled's cock, a gargantuan obelisk of yordle fuckflesh, one as thick as Corki's arm. It was paired with the fattest balls the mustachioed yordle had ever seen, dangling all the way to Kled's knees. Combine those testosterone factories with his crotch cannon and the whole thing becomes an obscene monument to his newfound size, the cherry on top of his growth sundae.

Corki shuddered, unable to process the sight in front of him. "Whiskey Tango Foxtrot happened to you?!"

"Dunno, dun care! Just lookit me, I've never felt better!" Kled pulled one arm in front of his chest and flexed, the split peak of his bicep nearly doubled in size. It was just then that Corki realized the other yordle wasn't wearing any clothes, save for his helmet and boots, but how could he? There wasn't anything that could reasonably fit him, nor would there ever be again.

"Yeah, you're really..."

"Hot? I know." Kled boasted, a look of pride spread across his face.

"I was gonna say grotesque," Corki gulped, unsure of how Kled would take that.

Kled grimaced, crossing his beefy arms across his meaty chest. "Hmph. Eye of the beholder and all that, I guess."

Corki's breathing was shallow and rapid, not once did a scenario like this ever come up in his training. "Why are you here? What do you want with me?"

The Noxian yordle's gaze narrowed at the other, a naughty grin stretched from ear to ear. "I'm calling in that favour ya owe me!"

"I can't recall any favours I owe you," Corki pursed his lips, that was a lie, and he knew it.

"Oh really," Kled looked unimpressed, hands on his hips. "Ya don't remember the drakehounds? There was a lot of them, ya wasn't gonna make it unless I stepped in."

Corki sighed defeatedly, burying his face in his hand. "Yeah, I remember..."

"Course ya do," Kled mischievously grinned, one couldn't shake him off once he got his hooks in.

There was no escaping this, the pilot yordle understood that. Steeling himself with a deep breath, he sat up straight and looked the other yordle in the eye. "Alright, what do you want with me?"

"I'm looking ta get personal," Kled stated resolutely.

"Like, talking?" Corki was hopeful, looking for any possible out he could find.

"Nah, I mean physically," Kled wasn't going to hide it, he was here for only one purpose. No more meandering around and just so happening to find someone he knew. He was here to fuck, and he wasn't going to leave until he did.

"Are you crazy?!" Corki gave a horrified gasp, mouth agape as he eyed Kled's humungous prick. "I can't do that, that thing's gonna kill me!"

"I know, I ain't gonna shove the whole thing in," Kled scoffed. "I ain't some kinda barbarian."

"Oh, okay, good," relief washed over the mustachioed yordle. "Here I thought-"

"Yer clothes."

"Hmm?" The statement was abrupt enough to break Corki's train of thought.

"Ditch 'em," Kled commanded.

"Are you sure we-"

"Now." The look on Kled's face showed that he was losing patience.

Corki's gaze dropped to the ground. He exhaled sharply when he failed to come up with a way to get out of this. "Alright." Slowly, but surely, he stripped out of his pilot attire. He rested his hands on his white-furred belly, his shirt, pants, boots, cap, and goggles laid beside him.

"Good," Kled ambled over to where the other yordle was sitting. "Just gonna get ya ta lay back now," he pressed a hand against Corki's fluffy chest, not needing much force to get him to comply.

"Please don't hurt me..." Corki whimpered.

"I ain't gonna hurt ya," Kled hunkered over the other yordle, his cock already drooling rivulets of pre. "I aim ta make this pleasurable fer the both of us." Being scant inches away from the Noxian yordle allowed Corki to inhale his extraordinarily masculine scent, which he was embarrassed to admit was turning him on something fierce. Then Kled closed the distance, planting his lips on Corki's, much to the pilot's surprise. Kled was passionate and intense and his forcefulness ignited something within Corki, who could feel his half-chub hit full mast. He began to push back with his own ferocity, only for Kled to break off the kiss. "I think yer ready."

Corki braced himself against the jungle grass wearing a determined look on his face. He had to stop his fingers from reflexively digging into the dirt. "Go easy."

Kled went ahead and smeared pre all over his fingers. "Tell me if this hurts," Kled reached back between Corki's slightly raised legs, feeling around for his pucker. His index finger made contact, eliciting a sudden gasp from the prone yordle beneath him. As gently as he possibly could he pushed forward, probing Corki's anal cavity until he was in all the way to his bottom knuckle. He then pulled out and added another slicked finger, making it as far as he did before without any difficulty. He repeated the same action with three fingers, the motion, again, not causing any trouble. This got Kled to whistle in admiration. "Colour me surprised," he chuckled.

A rosy blush crept upon Corki's cheeks, giggling at the stimulation from Kled withdrawing his fingers. "Still can't believe this is happening."

"Ya was definitely prepared for the appetizer," Kled positioned his dick in front of the other yordle's now winking asshole, "but are ya ready fer the main course?" With his colossal tool sufficiently lubed with pre, Kled carefully drove it into the other yordle.

Corki huffed as he was gradually impaled on Kled's log of yordlemeat. "Ahhh," he cried out, "right there, that's as far I can take it!"

Kled glanced down to see just how far he was able to stuff the other yordle, impressed when he saw that he was three quarters up Corki's ass. "Huh, that's pretty good actually. I'd say that's about a 'B' in my books."

"Don't stop now!" A moan escaped past Corki's lips, he was embarrassed by how whorish it sounded. This was the neediest he's ever been as he's never had a dicking this good before.

Kled chuckled. "Don't hafta tell me twice!" He pulled out slightly before slamming back in, the force of his thrusting moving Corki along with him. He quickly built up a brisk pace.

Corki, the trooper that he was, took everything Kled was able to throw at him. He was getting jostled by Kled's pistoning due to the Noxian yordle being magnitudes stronger than he was, but this was quite honestly the best sex he's ever had. He let out a lascivious moan every time Kled's magnificent shaft flattened his prostate. "Keep going, I'm close!"

"Already? Guess I gotta speed things up!" Kled grabbed a hold of Corki's white-furred shoulders for extra support and hastened the tempo of his humping. He continued his anal assault, pounding that tight ass until he felt the pressure build up deep in his loins. "Aw hell," he grunted, feeling his balls pull up, "here I CUM!" He smashed his furry crotch flush against Corki's rear, letting torrents of yordlebatter flood his rectal cavity, only Corki could fit so much before it came right back out the hole it went in. Rope after sticky rope painted the pilot's insides, who had since shot his own load all over his tummy, though it was hardly impressive compared to the geyser exploding inside him. One last bucking from Kled finally emptied his balls of everything they held.

Corki was about ready to pass out. The two of them had both worked up a sweat, but while Kled felt like he ran a marathon, Corki felt like he got steamrolled. "That's everything, right?" He asked between panting breaths.

"Almost," Kled responded, "the best is about to happen." He then collapsed on top of the other yordle, but not in way that hurt him. Corki was about to ask what he meant until he felt it - Kled's entire musky body was growing right on top of him. He would've freaked out had Kled not preoccupied him with a kiss. He lost himself in the embrace as he felt the weight pile on the other yordle's frame, muscles bulging out all over. It was as if he was flexing his muscles except they retained their size when they relaxed. Far more noticeable was Kled's dick, gaining a couple inches in both length and girth, the latter of which was causing him to squirm. This wasn't lost on Kled, who broke off the kiss.

"Ahh, take it out, take it out!" Corki screamed as more and more room was taken up by that behemothian cock.

"Alright, relax," Kled instructed him. He pulled his larger cock out of Corki's ass with buckets of yordle cum following it, spilling out onto the ground below them.

"Oohhh..." Corki groaned as the pressure in his rear was finally released. Feeling all that spunk dribble out of his asshole made him wonder how long it would take him to cum the same amount that Kled just did.

"Ya took the entire thing, by the way," Kled laughed mischievously. "I ain't gonna be so gentle next time now."

"Next time?" Corki tried to move his head up to look at the other yordle but found himself too weary to do so.

Kled picked himself up with ease, now able to freely inspect his gains. He grabbed at one of his pecs and flexed it, fingers running through his sweat-matted white fur. He looked over at Corki and sneered. "Thanks fer that. I'll see ya around." He gathered up his things and made his way out of the jungle through the path he carved out earlier.

Corki rolled over just enough to push himself onto his hands, though his arms still found themselves buckling from the exertion. "Next time?"