The Zaunite - Chapter 7: Bigger and Better //

Three months went by in a flash.

A flash of sweat, sex, and cum. 

Shoola, the black minx with the fine ass jutting out, was currently licking his throbbing shaft. Fitz was seated on a grand chair, his cock pointing to the heavens akin to a king. Her hands on his knees, her body curving and moving up and down alongside her tongue, she was in a state of worship, her cunt glistening. 

“Congratulations,” Fitz said, confident and calm. Her tongue diligently went faster. His member pulsated and she began tracing a long vein from top-to-bottom. “Getting on the council must not have been easy.”

“Haaa….haaa….!” Like a dog panting between breaths, tongue lolled out, she stopped at the base of his cock and answered, “It was easy because of you. Everything felt…so good.”

Indeed. He had been hammering with his cock every other week, giving her motivation to look forward to. Her efforts doubled and the Piltover Council, particularly Heimerdinger and the other new councillor, Mel Medarda, were impressed.

As was Fitz. He watched Shoola rise up, up, up, till her tongue circled his glans. She took a deep breath, dove down and swallowed his cock, and kept going. Down, down, down, she went till her lips reached the base of his cock. Her ebony throat bulged from the sheer size of his cock. Her eyes teared up and her golden make-up dripped, creating the illusion of golden tears.

But she was servicing him and she could not. She went back and forth. Her tightness pleased his member, coaxing him for a load that he would not give for another ten minutes. 

“Shoola, I’ve trained you well these past couple months. Forget counselling, you should serve as my personal hole.”

“Mmmh!”

Shoola nodded her head eagerly, her chin brushing his ballsack. Fitz chuckled and shook his head. “I’m joking. I need Shoola, in more ways than one.”

Her eyes went wide and her head eagerly nodded. Working like an animal, she swallowed and gobbled and kept bobbing her head. Nothing mattered to her except deepthroating this big, fat cock. Nothing mattered more than the pleasure she would eventually receive from getting dicked down. That was her motivation. That was what drove her to such lengths.

‘Look at her. It’s almost cute how dedicated she is.’ He put a hand on her bald head, caressing and following it. At his touch, she went faster. She pushed herself harder. ‘Even though all I care about is her money.’

Shoola mentioned previously that she invested in businesses in upper Zaun. It was why she was invited by the council; they thought they could use her expertise in their decision-making. Fitz thought he could use her for her money. 

‘Margot is one thing but this bitch is from Piltover. She’s twice as rich and thrice as influential.’ 

Her glorious head giving him a deepthroat, there was nothing he loved more than his current situation. A building given to him by a Zaunite entrepreneur and money handed to him by a Pitlie elite. Hilarious, really. How did a street urchin go from scrounging for scraps to this?

‘I’m not complaining,’ he said to himself, his balls tensing. Shoolo, finally, after gaining a rhythm maintained eye contact. She didn’t know how much  he was using. How much he didn’t care about her besides abusing her as a hole.

That wasn’t to say he was cruel. He would never force her to do something she didn’t. At the end of the night though, Shoola was a rich woman with richer margins. He wanted to take what he could; and based on what he did to her, he could take anything. 

Calmly, while his cock twitched abruptly, Fitz announced, “Here it comes.”

Her eyes warped into confusion and Shoola was wholly unprepared for the blast of cum that was coming her way. Spurt, spurt, spurt! So much fucking cum just erupted inside her. Like a volcano, it leaked from her sealed lips and dribbled onto the floor.  He considered cleaning later.

For now—

“Here it is!”

Eyes went wide and lips kissed his balls. In one fierce tug, Fitz forced her to take all of his cock. The tears tainted with golden make-up and the white cum streamed from her in equal volumes. Fitz was impressed.

“I’ve trained you well,” he remarked.

Spurt, spurt, spurt! 

“Mmmmph! Thhh bbhhh!”

“Too big?” Fitz let out a sigh and closed his eyes. “I know.”

Spurt, spurt, spurt! Spurt, spurt, spurt! 

Ending the climax took a minute. Fitz had no control. He was merely letting his balls do their thing. Virile, they let out thick, viscous amount that collected in the bottom of her stomach. Shoola swallowed—she really did, and she didn’t think she could handle a second longer without precious air.

Softening, he gave her the easy way and let her draw his semi-flaccid cock out.

“Ack! Mmmph!” Shoola wheezed and coughed out cum. She tried her best to keep it in as she knew he wanted, but she just couldn’t. Fitz was too much. His cock was too much. “Mmmm…”

She attempted to reconcile her efforts by cleaning up his wet schlong. Fitz pretended to grow irritated. “What? You think it’s some dirt Zaunite cock? Is that why you’re cleaning it up?”

“No! No, of course not!” Shoola declared. “It’s my own essence! My own saliva! That must be cleaned.”

“With more of your saliva?” Fitz scoffed. “You nobles think you’re so smart, don’t you?” He stood up, really ramping up his acting. Looming over her smaller figure, his limp cock twitched. Then—

Thwap!

Slapped her on the chin as he flexed it to full mast. A single, swift manevour that bounced his cock back to where it was supposed to be—on top of her face. She was starstruck.

“I-I…”

“Now tell me again,” he said, slow and gentle, “why do you come here?”

“To get fucked…” 

Ah, the pride and courage of a Piltover noble. How quaint. 

“Why?” Fitz pressed.

Shoola whimpered. “Because Zaun is where Piltover whores go to get fucked.”

“That’s right.” He turned his torso to the side, moving his cock, then slapped her on the cheek. “Because we’re bigger than any of those Piltie men, aren’t we?”

“Y-yes…” She reached for the bottom side of his shaft, stroking it. “Way bigger…!”

He went down on one knee, her eyes following his cock, then grabbed her by the chin. “Look at me, you cock-thirsty Piltover whore. I’m going to pick you up and fuck you over. Do you understand?”

“Y-yes! Yes, Fitz.”

The excitement lit up in her eyes. This was what she had been waiting. This was what all the deepthroating and the begging was leading towards. His cock in her sopping wet cunt. He could hear the tiny dribbles of her pussy. It was like music to his ears, because it proved how easily malleable these Piltie whores really were.

He slithered his arms around her waist and picked her up. Her eyes were locked onto his as her cunt fell on his cock. 

“Yes! Yes! Mmmmpph!” Inch by inch, she consumed him. Inch by inch, her eyes rolled back. Inch by inch—

“I-I’m cumming!”

The stretching of her cunt was always repeated. It was like Piltover women were built for tiny cock—and meant to be used and reused for Fitz. Fitz’s own eyes remained stead as Shoola became dazed. 

“Is this what you wanted?”

“Yeessssh~!”

“Why not play with some dildos? Or what? Do they make those small over in Piltover too?”

“Small,” Shoola replied, panting. “So small! So—mmmmmmph~! Mmmmph! Mwhwa~! SO FUCKING SMALL~! NOT LIKE YOOOURS~!”

There it was. He was fully inside, his arms around her legs locked around his torso. 

Then came the fucking. God, Shoola was terrible at holding back.

“I LOVE IT! I LOVE ITTTT~! COCK! YOUR BIG FAT ZAUNITE COCK IS PUMMELING MY WOOOOOMB~!”

Thrust, thrust, thrust. Upwards thrusts that kissed the deepest regions of her insides—places that Shoola didn’t know existed. Her hole was stretched beyond belief by his throbbing pole, feeling it was filled in every conceivable way yet still managing to feel fuller with every thrust.

Fourteen inches? Frankly, it felt like so much more. It felt like her very world was anchored by this long dick.

Lube wasn’t necessary because of how fucking wet she was. She was his whore, as Fitz, and there was no exaggeration. She did whatever she could in order to touch that cock—or rather, for that cock to touch her. 

“KNEW IT! KNEWITKNEWITKNEWIT! I KNEW IT! ZAUNITE COCK IS SUPREEEME! THE BEST! SO MUCH THICKER! SO MUCH LONGER! SO MUUUCH EVEEERYTHING!” 

Shoola's moans became more desperate, her breath coming in ragged gasps as Fitz continued to pound her relentlessly. Each thrust of his cock sent waves of pleasure coursing through her body, overriding any lingering doubts she had about their arrangement. She surrendered herself completely to the raw passion between them, unable to deny the intense connection that had formed between them.

But even amidst the overwhelming pleasure, a small voice of hesitation whispered in Shoola's mind. Was this really what she wanted? Did she truly believe that this temporary relationship was all she needed for a fulfilling sex life? The doubts lingered, taunting her with their nagging uncertainty.

All of a sudden, she found herself laying on the back. Her back feeling the soft mattress, her cunt filled, and her lips captured by one man. He turned her over, as if she was something to be used, and started pounding her doggy-style.

“Oh~! Oh! Ohhhhh~! Mmmph! Nnngh~!” Shoola bit her lip, her arms barely keeping her up. She let out moan after moan and whatever seed of hesitation that had been planted was utterly squashed.

If a Piltie boy tried to match his strokes how quickly would he cum? Funny that they came so much quicker when Fitz's Zaunite was going deeper, harder and faster than theirs ever could.

That would have a so-called elite hunched over and moaning after a few strokes from the back.

CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! SCHLAP—! SCHLAP—! SCHLAP–! 

Fitz leaned down and captured Shoola's lips in a searing kiss, his hands gripping onto her hips possessively. His fingers dug into her flesh, leaving marks that would serve as potent reminders of their passionate encounters.

"You love it," he growled between ragged breaths, his voice dripping with raw, animalistic lust. "You love every fucking inch of my Zaunite cock plundering your tight little pussy. Don't deny it."

Rumours spread that there were bigger and better things for her in Zaun. She didn't believe it until now. All the black and white twig dicks back home could never compare. Never.

“Y-yes! Yes! YES! I LOVE IT!”

Her hesitation left her once and for all as a jolt of desire coursed through her veins. She had never experienced such raw passion before, and his confidence in their connection fueled her own desire. Her tongue lolled out, her back arching, her body clamped down and gave him permission to continue.

CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! SCHLAP—! SCHLAP—! SCHLAP–! 

Fitz never wasted time, not when it came to pounding pussy. His relentless thrusts forced her walls to grip tightly around him, leaving them both breathless and desperate for more. Pleasure coiled tightly within Shoola's core, threatening to consume her completely.

Was this really what she wanted? Yes. To be nothing more than a temporary vessel for Fitz's Zaunite cock? Yes, yes. Yes! The guilt that threatened to creep up on her was quickly overshadowed by the intoxicating sensations that consumed them both.

“YES! YES! YEEES! THIS IS ALL I’VE EVER WANTED!” Shoola screamed. “TO BE FUUUCKED~! TO BE USED! TO BE WANTED!” 

All of it was gone! Her pride, her virginity, her dignity. All of it—

“BECAUSE OF YOOOUR COCK! YOU’RE GIVING ME SOOO MUCH~! SO! MUCH! PLEASURE~!”

"Fuck," Fitz groaned between clenched teeth as he pounded into Shoola relentlessly. His fingers trembled as they dug into her ebony ass. "I’m cumming!”

His hips jerked involuntarily and his hands gripped tightly, holding her in place as he emptied himself into her. Her pussy still clamped tightly around his throbbing shaft and took it allll in.

Fitz pulled out with a satisfied groan, leaving his cock glistening with their combined juices. He released Shoola from his grip and shuffled back on his knees back, admiring the sight of her flushed face, trembling body, and raised ass.

He gave one last slap, letting the cum plop from her hole.

“Look at that,” he said. “That’s how a Piltie whore should be, right?”

“R-right…” Shoola answered, stupefied. Her eyes were in an unusually cloudy shape as if her mind was mushed by an overwhelming barrage of climaxes and his cum.

***

“So regarding payment…” Shoola began. Fitz didn’t speak and she licked her lips. “Would two hundred do?”

“It would do very well, my lady.” Fitz smiled. “Thank you for your generous patronage.”

“The pleasure…” Her eyes flickered down. “...is all mine.”

“Mmm.”

There was a tense silence between them. She wanted to keep going. She wanted to stay at his place forever and ever. Unfortunately, that would arouse too much suspicion on her end. She needed to go. Disappearing for an entire day once every couple weeks was relatively okay as long as she had a reason. Her family and business associates wouldn’t mind. Multiple days was stretching it.

It was time for her to go.

“I will see you later then.” Shoola gave a nod, her face solemn. She stood across from him at the counter, pretending that she hadn’t lain in his bed for hours after getting creampied. No sir.

He bid her goodbye and stood there, two hundred Golden Hexes richer.

His balls were sated for the day. Life was great. 

Fitz contemplated closing up early. Maybe go out to the door to drink or find a whore to fuck. While his balls weren’t full, they weren’t empty either. Might as well throw in another round, right?

“Hello!”

…or not.

Green hair that seemed to glow, a chippery voice, and bow-shaped lips spelling out another loud cry. “Helllo~! Fitz, right!? Man, I still can’t believe how tall you are. Jeez!”

Zeri hadn’t visited in months. Why was she here? ‘Wait, did she see Shoola leave—’

“By the way, was that a Piltie? She looked awfully happy,” said Zeri. “I hope this doesn’t mean what I think it means.”

Fitz stiffened. “What?”

A grin swallowed up her face. “You’re extorting her. She looked like the noble type.”

“...actually, that isn’t far off.”

“Wait, really!? Damn, you’re quite the player.” Zeri put her hands into the pockets of her jacket, then came close and glanced at the door. “How much?” she whispered over the counter. “From Zaunite to Zaunite?”

“Two hundred Golden Hexes,” he replied, making no attempt to lie. This was Zeri and she hated Pilties more than anyone he knew. 

“Damn! Ayyy, good hustle, good hustle! That oughta really help us if you’re willing to chip in.”

Wink, wink. Fitz didn’t quite understand. “Chip in…to what?”

“The resistance!”

Fitz blinked twice, confusion taking over. “We have a resistance?”

“It's in the works.”

He blinked again. ‘Don’t tell me…’

“Let me guess: you're leading it?”

Zeri wore a mischievous grin. “I might be.”

Rather than get offended, he chuckled. That was Zeri for you. “Before you go begging me for money, you should come for a massage first.”

“What do you mean? I'm fine! See?” Zeri flexed her rather normal bicep, a hand squeezing the feeble muscles.

“It will be on the house,” Fitz insisted. “I think you need it.”

“Do I?” Zeri crossed his arms, eyes up, thinking. Eventually, she sighed. “Okay, maybe you’re right.”

“Come on, come on.” Fitz gestured to her to come around the counter to follow him. With Zeri a step behind him, they entered the left entrance to the Blue Bird massage sanctuary. Her usually vibrant demeanor seemed subdued, and a faint grimace hinted at discomfort. 

“Lay down and take off your clothes. There’s a towel right there,” Fitz instructed as he turned on the sink and washed his hands. “Don’t worry, I won’t look.”

She was quick to what he said, taking off her jacket and putting on the racket. Following that, she unbuckled her belt and took off her pants. Although Fitz really wasn’t looking, after months of experience, he could tell when a woman was taking off her shirt and whether she wore a bra. Zeri did not as she flopped onto the massage lounge before he was able to take a peak.

She neglected to wear a towel though, so her ass cheeks were laid bare for him. Round and tight, they were toned to a loving extreme. The type that was perfectly heart-shaped.

"So…I do have a bad spot," she admitted, gingerly rubbing her lower back. “Right there.”

Fitz, recognizing the weariness etched across her features, nodded empathetically. "Understood. Let's see what we can do," he replied, tracing the contours of her tired muscles. At first, Zeri tensed, not accustomed to the sensation. But soon, a wave of relief washed over her as Fitz's skilled touch found the knots of tension that had been plaguing her.

He slowly made fists with both hands and rubbed her from the middle of the back to the hip area gently, avoiding the spine.

"Ah, that's incredible," Zeri murmured, a soft sigh escaping her lips as the knots began to unravel beneath Fitz's adept ministrations. Each stroke, each knead, seemed to coax away the weariness accumulated over sleepless nights. 

“Ready to tell the truth?” he asked cheekily.

“Okay, okay.” Zeri sighed, both in relief and in getting caught. “I came here because I accidentally over stretched my back. But—” She spoke hurriedly so he couldn’t comment. “It wasn’t my fault! I-I was doing—nngh! All nighters! For three straight weeks! With a friend named Amy!”

“Amy?” 

“A friend! Ah~! Weaponsmaker! She’s great!” Zeri said. “A bit shady though.”

As minutes turned into a tranquil passage of time, Fitz worked methodically, drawing on his expertise to alleviate Zeri's discomfort. "Shady work, huh? You've been working too hard. Remember, even the brightest stars need their rest," he remarked gently, a note of concern in his voice.

In between soft sighs, Zeri scoffed. “Where did you hear that? From the Pilties?” 

“A friend,” he replied, thinking of the goddess in mortal form. “And she’s definitely not a Piltie.”

Zeri tilted over at him, a grateful smile gracing her lips. "Fine, fine, I know, Fitz. But there's always so much to do." She paused, feeling the tension slowly dissipate. 

“To be honest with you, I don't think forming a resistance is in Zaun’s best interests.”

A long stretch of silence went by.

“To be honest?” Zeri exhaled shakily. “I agree. There’s this guy Silco. I think he also wants to do a resistance but…I dunno. He’s crazy. Him and his Chem-Barons. There’s this new thing called the Hush Company and, and…there’s just so much going on. I don’t know who is connected to who.”

Fitz gnawed his lip. While he remained safe and secure, Zaun was experiencing a fresh change. It was worrying. ‘I should pay Margot a visit soon,’ he told himself. ‘She’s connected to Silco. She’ll know.’

Zeri remained silent before letting out one last sigh. "Thank you. I didn't realize how much I needed this."

Then, before he was finished, Zeri got up. Fitz blinked, standing there confused as she flashed him with her tits. They were quite small and didn't have much of a shape to them, but they were perky and excited. 

“I’ll send in Amy next!” Zeri pushed her chest out, giving them a bit of shape. Her nipples were already excited, almost like her hair which glowed in a distinct lime green. 

“A-Amy?” Fitz tried to be unfazed. “The weaponsmith?”

“An illegal gunsmith,” Zeri corrected. Okay, she didn’t mention that before. “She ought to take a break. She’s not big yet but she hopes to be some day. That’s what’s causing her to mess up, I think.”

“I see.” His eyes flickered down. Yep, there was her cunt. Nice. Great. 

‘Pretend you didn’t see that.’ 

Fitz turned, ignoring the wide smile on her face, and went to wish his hands. Meanwhile, Zeri hopped off the massage table and went to grab her clothes. Still nude, still uncaring, and still excited.

This was different from Miss Fortune who knew what she was doing. Zeri was just…excited? 

“Oh, I hope me not wearing clothes is a big deal,” Zeri commented. “I sometimes do that when it gets hot here.”

“No issue,” Fitz replied a little too quickly. In a flash, the instant he turned around, she was already dressed. She was in the middle of buckling on her belt and did so with ease. She sent him a smile.

“I’ll tell Amy to be here tomorrow. Bye!”

He barely got to wave back at her before she ran off. 

“Bye…?”

Fitz was left there, slightly aroused and confused. He didn’t think Zeri was that easily…excitable?  Was energetic a better word? Eccentric? Fitz didn’t know. 

***

Tomorrow arrived. He thought about visiting Margot once Amy arrived. Once he got paid, he would go over and find what this Silco was trying to do. 

The door chimed open. Behind the counter, he waited to initiate a greeting. Instead, someone did it for him.

"Hey, Fitz!" Some woman he had never met before flashed him a nonchalant smile. She skipped over and leaned casually against the counter.  Her pants were black, ripped, and strapped with pouches, and she wore a simple white top showing her belly. Dangling from her ears were large red earrings and her hair was even stranger being blue at the sides and purple in the center.

“Oh, you must be Amy, right? Zeri’s friend?”

"Friend is a good way to put it,” Amy said. “Mind giving me a quick massage? My shoulders are killing me.” She rubbed said shoulders for emphasis, her request seemingly without a second thought.

Fitz was slightly taken aback by the sudden familiarity despite never having met Amy before and tried to maintain a professional tone. "Sure. The shoulders—"

"—might be free for friends, right? I know the drill," Amy interrupted, her playful smirk seemingly unfazed by Fitz's attempt to explain.

Fitz's brow furrowed slightly, a hint of annoyance mingling with surprise at Amy's casual assumption. "Actually, I'm afraid I don't know you, and my services—" he began, trying to steer the conversation toward professional boundaries.

"—aren't offered for free, I get it," Amy finished his sentence with a grin, seemingly undeterred by his attempt to clarify the situation.

Fitz hesitated, unsure how to navigate this unexpected exchange. "I appreciate that, but I can't just—"

"—charge a friend for a simple massage, right?" Amy interjected with a confident smile. She was assuming an existing acquaintance when there wasn’t one. A friend of Zeri’s was no friend of his. 

‘Ugh, Zeri must have blabbed that it was for free. I only did it for free because I owed her my first customers, that’s all.’

Fitz sighed, realizing that Amy might not easily budge from her stance. "Alright, Amy. Just this once," he relented with a touch of resignation, agreeing to the request despite the unfamiliarity. 

Amy's laughter filled the air as she playfully nudged Fitz. "You're the best, Fitz! I owe you one," she exclaimed before strutting past the counter and through the cloth to the left side.

‘Sorry, Ms. Margot. This might take a little longer than usual.’ 

…

…

…

Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap!

Screw massaging her for free.

He would much rather fuck that sorry cunt of hers than do anything for free.

“Laaah~! Mmmhhhh!” Amy. Proud Amy. Pretty Amy. Ass high, face down as she got absolutely bulldozed by his cock. “You’re massaging my womb! My womb! This is—nnngggghhh~!”

Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap!

“This is my business, Amy!” Thrusting inside her, her body stretched across the massage table, Fitz grabbed a handful of her hair and lifted her so she could properly hear in spite of the pounding he was giving her. “And you better fucking pay for it!”

“Yes! Yes! I know now! I know now!” Amy cried out, her cunt tightening. He dropped her and like a broken toy she repeated, “I’ll pay! I’ll pay!” 

Amy. What a fucking whore. Fitz should have figured by her outfit. Now, she was naked and getting fucked with force harder than her measly weapons.

“You will?”

“I will!” Her walls clamped down on him again. Twisting, writhing, her toes curling and her face muffled by the soft material of the massage table. The barriers in her pussy broke down and her mind broke harder. “I LOVE IT! LOVE IT! LOVE IT~! COCK! I LOVE YOUR COOOCK~!”

Her mewls of pleasure, mixed with the sound of her fingernails digging into the sheets, sent waves of arousal through Fitz's body. He could feel her walls clenching around him, as if she was trying to squeeze every last inch of him. Fourteen inches, more than this woman had seen in her life, but his focus remained on his own climax, building inexorably with each thrust.

“That’s right,” Fitz said. “You’re paying for every last inch!”

“EVERY LAST INCH~!”

Amy's body trembled with each thrust. She craved it—the raw vulnerability that came with being used so thoroughly. Fuck relaxing. Fuck being a proud weaponsmith.

She loooved being a hole to be used. 

"Fucking hell," Fitz grunted, his voice strained as he continued to pound into her. "You're so fucking tight. Like a little fucking whore."

Amy's breath hitched in her chest and the twelfth orgasm struck her. Her toes curled again and her core felt like a swirl of wetness. Insults were ingrained in this dynamic—a twisted form of verbal foreplay that fueled their dark desires. It was what made this forbidden encounter so enticing. It was what made getting used so fucking fun.

Fitz's pace quickened—

Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap!

—and the massage room was filled with the sounds of her heavy breathing and the rhythmic slapping of skin on skin. 

"I know you love it when I fuck you like this," Fitz growled, fingers tightly digging into her ass cheeks before releasing them. "You're mine to use however I please."

“YES! YES! YES! I’LL SPEND EVERYTHING FOR YOOOUUU~!” 

Amy's screams of pleasure mixed with her demand for Fitz's cock only fueled his desire to dominate her. 

"Fuck paying me a million golden hexes, Amy.” Slap! She let out a moan as Fitz continued, "You're pathetic for begging like that. All that talk about needing massage, what you really needed was a good dick. You love getting fucked so hard, don't you?"

Amy's muffled cries of excitement filled the room as Fitz pounded into her relentlessly. She was nothing but a toy to him—an object for his pleasure.

Fitz's lips curled into a wicked grin as he felt his climax building, the pressure in his balls reaching its peak. He couldn't deny the primal desire that coursed through his veins, fueling his every thrust. Amy's muffled moans and pleas only intensified his pleasure, urging him further towards the edge.

With one final thrust, Fitz exploded inside her, sending a wave of ecstasy rippling through both their bodies. Their eyes locked for a moment, filled with a mix of satisfaction and unspoken tension, before Amy’s eyes rolled back and her womb became full. 

Plop!

Fitz withdrew from Amy's trembling form. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and left the room, although not before giving her a hard slap to the ass.

“Next time, don’t ever mention doing this for free. I expect my payment here.”

***

The Vyx HQ had changed since the last time he came. The number of people had slightly increased and he felt a strange presence as he went inside. ‘It’s almost like someone is watching me.’ 

Large, busy, and dark, that was the best way to describe it: past and present. So what was this strange sensation? He brushed past his instincts and catapulted directly to Margot’s office. The secretary recognized him on the spot and tagged along. There was the massage space, as he expected, then the back area. At the moment of opening the door, the secretary stopped to turn to him.

“Things are getting tense,” said the secretary. “And remember when I said we were changing our business standpoint? Well…” 

The door opened and Fitz was bombarded with moans. It caught him off guard because instead of a wide-open space with tables there was only a narrow hall. To the sides were doors which muffled out the lewd sounds. 

“Full-time prostitution,” Fitz muttered. “So you’ve really committed.”

“It’s what the Madame ordered,” said the secretary. Calmly, they walked, ignoring the vulgar noises. At one point, a door opened and they brushed past a short, stuffy man with a long nose. The pin on his shirt indicated he was from Noxian.

‘Wow, they’re really spreading.’ 

His judgemental gaze shifted to a look of surprise and we. Just how did Margot manage to bolster her business to this scale? Deep in thought, he reached the door at the very back: Margot’s office. The two guards stood there, squinting at him, before nodding at the secretary. ‘I’m something of a celebrity, I guess.’ 

However, the moment he reached for the door, it was already beginning to open. 

Fitz hesitated, expecting to see Margot, but instead, two figures stepped out—a man and a woman. 

The man, tall and imposing, carried himself with a quiet intensity. One half of his face was wrinkled and his dark attire blended seamlessly into the shadows that seemed to cling to him. One eye was dark while the other was keen and calculating, giving him a penetrating gaze. Every movement was deliberate, an unspoken assurance of control.

The red eye fell on him for just an instant and Fitz felt a chill down his spine. The man was shorter yet there was an indescribable sensation with him.

Beside him, the woman was much more traditionally formidable. Muscular, with short black hair, ferocious grey eyes, and a prosthetic left arm.

The imposing male continued to regard Fitz with a calculating gaze. Not suspicious but morbidly curious. “Who might you be?” His voice carried an edge that hinted at authority.

He should definitely answer him. 

Fitz straightened his posture, maintaining a composed demeanor despite the unexpected encounter. “A visitor,” he replied evenly, meeting the red gaze without flinching. “Here to drink with Madame Margot, is all.”

The red-eyed man’s expression remained inscrutable for a moment, assessing Fitz before a subtle nod signalled his acceptance of the response. “Let us go, Sevika.”

“Hrn.” The woman—Sevika—was tall but not as tall as him. Her brief glance almost seemed like she was checking Fitz out.

The door closed behind them and Fitz couldn't help but feel a sense of intrigue tinged with caution. The man’s aura exuded power, and the encounter left Fitz with an inexplicable sense of being scrutinized, even if just for a passing moment.

Gathering himself, Fitz turned his attention back to Margot's door, now slightly ajar. The guards allowed him entry without further question.

Entering Margot's office, Fitz found her seated behind a grand desk, immersed by a thick binder of papers. She glanced up, a mixture of surprise and welcome crossing her features as she caught sight of Fitz.

As always, she was stunning. A goth chick with black lipsticks, short hair, and an outfit that was dark and semi-transparent. Lithe and gorgeous in ways most women weren’t. In particular, a nice ass and a nice set of hips. 

"Fitz, you're here," Margot greeted, her tone sharply thrilled. "I didn’t expect you.”

“Busy, I see?”

Margot scoffed and lifted herself, purposely stretching her arms up. “But never too busy for you, dear Fitz.”

He smiled and closed the door behind him. Immediately, he began unbuckling his belt. “Good. I have a few questions and I think I can get them if I show you a good time. Is that right?”

Margot glanced down, shivering. He was getting hard and the bulge was getting very apparent. “Very right.”

She closed the distance between them in a matter of seconds, pressing her lips against his. Their tongues entwined in a passionate dance as they kissed hungrily, their bodies melding together. Fitz could feel the heat radiating from Margot's body, igniting a fire within him that he couldn't quench.

Just hours ago, he had been fucking Amy. Most men would have been empty, but not Fitz. 

Her hands roamed freely over his back, leaving a trail of goosebumps in her wake. He gripped her waist tightly, pulling her closer until there was no more space between them. The urgency was palpable as Fitz pushed her against the desk, kissing her with an intensity that bordered on greed.

Margot moaned into his mouth, her hands fumbling to pull down his pants. “W-wait, I want to be—”

“On top,” Fitz finished. “Fine.”

He let her do as she pleased since he was the one needing information, not her. Trading positions, she pushed him down onto the desk, straddling him as she eagerly stripped off his clothes. First his shirt, which came off with ease. Her lips found their way down his chest, leaving a trail of wet kisses along the way.

Fitz's cock throbbed with anticipation, pressing against the fabric of his pants. He reached forward and fumbled with Margot's clothes, pulling them off in a flurry of activity. His hands roamed over her curves and curves, mapping out every inch of her body as if memorizing it. She was cold. So, so cold. 

“You must have been working for so long,” Fitz muttered, kissing her on the neck.

Margot purred. “Mmmm.”

Both were naked. Both were excited. 

Leaning on the table, his fourteen cock jutting out and sandwiched between her lithe legs. Her butt rubbed the steel-hard shaft and she summoned the strength to lock her legs around his waist.

“But I bet there's something you need,” Margot said, arms around his neck, husky. “What is it?”

“Just because you're on top…” Fitz smirked. “...doesn't mean you're in control.”

Just like that, he grabbed her by the waist, raised her up—

“Oooooh~!”

—and dropped her on his cock. She arched her back, bracing herself as he thrust upwards, the sudden pressure sending a jolt of pleasure through her body.

“Theeere it is~! This is what I’ve been missing~!” A long moan that bounced between the office walls echoed. “The cock! It’s here! It’s filling me up! It’s touching my wooomb~!”

Bouncing up and down, up and down, up and down. His fingers clutching her ass as if his life depended on it. Again, she might have said she was on top—

“Mmmmph! Ah! Oh~! Oooh~! Yes! Fuck me up, you stud!” Margot didn’t bother holding back. Why should she? She deserved a break. She deserved a big, fat cock to stretch her walls. She deserved strong hands to lift her by the ass. 

She deserved this.

“God! Lord! In the name of Janna—” Margot arched her back and let out stronger moans. “There’s no one like you~! No one! No oooone~!”

“Oh yeah?” Fitz grunted, pretending to be slightly annoyed. “But isn’t this a prostitution ring?”

“No one is bigger! No one is better!” Gasp. Climax. Clench. Her body, mind, and pussy were already his. Not broken, but begging for him. “I’ve checked! I’ve double-checked! They are so fucking smaaaalll~! Your cock! It’s the best! So much better! So much loooonger~!”

Her comments and her tightening pussy sent waves of pleasure through Fitz's body as they continued to explore her insides with fervour. Up, down, up, down, while casually leaning on a table. For any other man, this disadvantageous position wouldn’t have granted pleasure.

Not for Fitz. Not with his massive hands and his massive cock.

"You're going to tell me everything," he growled before diving back in for another deep kiss. “That guy that came out of your office, Silco, the Chem-Barons, everything!”

“I-I…” Her eyes widened as her body bounced and trembled. 

“What?” Fitz scoffed. “You can’t?” 

He went faster. Harder. 

“Then you won’t EVER get this cock again.”

Stop.

All that was left was Margot's excess panting. A minute passed as she recovered and gasped for air. A minute passed by with no cock. Her hole was empty. Her snatch dripped down with her honey. Her eyes begged him to keep fucking her.

“P-please…”

The long, thick member drizzled in her essence. Waiting, prodding, yet refusing to meet with the hole it had carved out. 

“No.” The tip of his cock was right at the entrance. Right there. “I refuse to enter your used-up hole.” 

“U-used up?” His declaration stirred something deep in her soul. Her voice cracked and she begged him. “I-I will! I WILL! Please~! Pleeeease~!”  

“Say it louder,” Fitz demanded. 

“EVERYTHING! I’LL TELL YOU EVERYTHING! JUST STICK THAT BIG, FAT COCK INSIDE ME AND—”

Drop.

Her voice was stolen from her as her inside coiled up from the sudden intrusion and she experienced an orgasm that bent her mind into a different shape.  Fitz let out a low chuckle as she took him deeper with every thrust. His fingers gripped onto her hips for support while Margot’s nails dug into his skin as she rode him harder and faster.

Up—

“Mmmmmh!”

Down.

Their bodies moved together in perfect rhythm, each stroke pushing them both closer to the edge of their sanity. Margot's moans filled the office as slid up and down his dick, going faster and faster, until finally, she could take no more — she clenched around him tightly and came one last time.

Fitz followed suit shortly after, exploding inside her with a loud groan. It was a splash of cum that coated her womb in white. Her pussy was unable to take it and it dribbled from the corners of the O-shaped cunt. The pair stayed there as he just came inside her.

As Margot panted and tightened, her world went white. 

Then his orgasm ended, as did hers.

"Fuck.” Fitz sighed and laughed. "That was incredible."

Carefully, he walked forward, his hard cock still inside her, and placed her on the lounge. Margot was a limp mess, unable to gain control of her muscles. The instant his cock left her hole, it was like all the energy in her body disappeared. That as his cum poured from her hole, so did her muscles. 

Arm draped on her forehead, a leg raised with her cunt leaking copious amounts of thick baby batter, Margot tried to recover. Thwap! Thwap! Thwap! Flaccid, Fitz went ahead and sat at her desk, a little ways away from the lounge, and waited. As always, the seat was super comfortable. He lazily checked the stapled papers she had been checking.

‘A ledger? Hm. Seems like someone was trying to convince Margot to invest in something.’ He flipped through the pages of the ledger. Eventually, he found a company name. ‘Hush Company? Amy mentioned that name. Had something to do with Silco, I believe.’ 

He wasn’t able to discern much after that. Maybe if his vocabulary was a little better, he'd be able to understand the ins and outs of the ledge. Probably even figure out who was running everything. Alas, Fitz had never been educated like that so that wasn't an option.

His eyes locked in on the semi-unconscious Margot. Her complexion was delightfully pale and her chest rose and fell with vigour. The world was spinning for her. 

Half an hour went by before Margot was able to speak. When she did, she remained in her laid out position, simply drawing in air as she pleased.

“So…who is Silco?” Fitz asked. “I assume he’s not a nobody.”

“He is…my boss,” said Margot. “The founder of the Chem-Barons.” She shifted her arm from her forehead down to her eyes. “I am a Chem-Baron too.”

“Oh?” A brow was raised. “And what exactly is a Chem-Baron?”

“A title for a crime boss, I suppose. We are connected and we mind each other’s businesses, and we work together when need be.” Margot exhaled. “Since Vander’s death, we are what keep the city from total chaos.”

“So what is Silco then?”

Because he seemed to be the crux of it all. Every rumour, every whisper, it had to do with him. His name kept popping up despite it being a mere murmur months prior. 

“He is the Chem-Baron Champion. He is an arbitrator, although he certainly doesn’t like it. He more so directs our resources into useful endeavours. So far, none of us have had complaints. Our ventures and pockets have deepened and our independence from Piltover is growing higher and higher.”

“I didn't take you for a nationalist.”

Margot laughed. “As if. I am speaking from a business standpoint. Before the Chem-Barons, Zaun was reliant on stolen goods from Piltover. Now, we have other means—our means.”

“What about the Hush Company?”

“Led by Chross, a fellow Chem-Baron. It is…” Margot drew in a breath. “...a spy network. Information is what the Hush Company deals in.”

Fitz cupped his cheek. ‘Is that what I felt? The Hush Company spies?’

“Don't worry,” said Margot, “I doubt they think of you as anything more than my toy.”

Fitz snickered. That made sense and he was fine with it. However, the opportunity was too good to pass up on. “A toy, huh?”

Thwap! He stood up and walked over. Each step caused his cock to clap. Each step was a premonition.

“Trust me,” Fitz said, looming over her. “I am more than a toy.”

Margot turned her head and swallowed nervously. Fitz's thick, flaccid cock twitched.

***

That night, he fucked Margot till she was a twitchy mess. Cum splattered all over her breasts and filled to the brim in her needy hole. 

Then, it was time to go back home. When Fitz returned, there was a pouch of fifteen Golden Hexes. Amy did what she was asked. Excellent.

He decided to close for the day. Why not? There was no need to push himself. Get a good night’s sleep, eat some food, chill, and brush up on his reading. If he was going to run a business, it was best to be educated. He had already bought books from the markets. All that was left was to commit to it.

Morning arrived. Breakfast and a hot shower later and he was down at the counter like he usually was. He expected today not to be busy. It was a Monday, after all, and most people tended to focus on work on Mondays. He anticipated boredom. He anticipated bored legs.

Instead, he received perhaps the most important customer of his life.

Vecea Holloran.

Ding!

In she came, her expression stone cold. She wasn’t in an Enforcer’s outfit. A sleek, midnight-black Piltover dress, tailored with precision, hugged the curves with subtle elegance. It threw him off, even though he plastered a smile as she approached the counter. 

“Hello,” Fitz greeted with a certain edge. “How are you?”

"I'm here for a massage, please," Vecea replied, her posture poised and collected.

‘Okay…’ 

He cleared his throat. “I am sure you are acquainted with our deals. Tell me, which would you like to select?”

His words stirred the air. Her black hair was long and shiny, and her eyes seemed to speak to him. It was like he should have known what she was here for. But what? What could it—

‘Oh.’ Fitz blinked. He caught a glimpse of a ring on her finger. 

An unexpected proposal hung in the air. "I will…confess, Fitz, I require more than just the usual massage," she said softly, her eyes meeting his with a subtle gleam of intent. "And I'm willing to offer additional compensation for extra services."

Fitz's eyebrows raised in surprise at the proposition. He hesitated, a flicker of uncertainty crossing his expression before eagerness subtly emerged. She was married. She did mention last time that she was set to be married off. "I see," he replied, his tone carefully neutral. "I can accommodate that request."

Vecea calmly reached into her purse, producing a handful of Golden Hexes, placing them discreetly on the counter. "Consider it an appreciation for your discretion," she added, a faint smile gracing her lips as she fully revealed the distinctive ring adorning her finger.

God, it looked expensive. Whoever her husband was, he was a very rich man.

So rich that he didn’t even know what was about to happen to his wife. 

Extra payment, the allure of a noble married woman, and a chance to get handsy again. Why in the world would Fitz ever reject her proposal? He eagerly accepted, his professionalism momentarily eclipsed by the allure of additional compensation.

"Of course, I'll ensure you receive all the extra attention you desire," Fitz affirmed.

“All of it, hm?” Vecea circled the counter and went through the left side. Fitz smiled, side-eyeing her walk. 

He jogged over to flip the front sign from open to close. It wouldn’t be good if someone overheard a Piltover noble moaning in a Zaun massage place. 

He went inside and saw a bewitching sight. ‘Fuck.’

A hot Piltover woman. That was what she was, and Fitz couldn’t have imagined her better. She wasn’t an absurd beauty; she was a tough beauty that had settled down. That was what she was. 

His cock twitched in his pants. Her eyes followed down, down, down, till she saw the outline. Slowly, he unbuckled his belt and began to strip. From his shirt, then his pants, which caused a hiccup as she witnessed his flaccid cock appear.

The Enforcer, once seeming so proud, was almost nude, a small towel held by an arm and covering her intimate bits. Her black hair was longer and her cheeks were slightly red. 

He took three long strides and was directly in front of her. Six-foot-five, he was so tall that she needed to tilt her head up. 

The image was an echo of what happened so many months ago. The start of it all—his transformation and his destiny. A massive nude man with a cock so heavy and long that it dulled the senses. They stood for what must have been a minute, eyes longing for each other.

“That day…I don’t know what happened.” Vecea swallowed. “All I can say is that your cock changed me. It changed everything. Now, I can’t stop thinking about it.”

“And your…ring?” It was still on. “You’re married, no?”

“He’s…”

She didn’t dare finish. Fitz did. “Tiny?”

A nod. 

Fitz could see it.

Vecea Holloran hated her husband's tiny dick. She was forever ruined because of Fitz and she wanted him to fuck her through her guilt and unsatisfaction. The thought of it made his skin tingle with anticipation. The reality that a noble man of Piltover was unable to satisfy his wife was hilarious. The former Enforcer craved something more, something that could satisfy her insatiable desires.

The Zaunite known as Fitz was that something. His flaccid nine inch cock was the satisfaction. Simply looking at her, Vecea rubbed her thighs together. 

“So tall…so big…” Her hands left her towel, letting it drop. Fuck. He twitched at the sight of her white tits and her hands which grabbed his thick schlong. Her throat bobbed as her fingers failed to touch, one hand at a time. 

Fitz's gaze locked onto Vecea, reading the signs of her arousal clearly. His eyebrow arched, amusement dancing in his eyes. "Is this what you've been fantasizing about when you were with your husband?" he asked, a mischievous smirk playing upon his lips. “My big dick?”

Vecea's breath hitched in response; she hated herself for indulging in such thoughts. She tried to pull away from his place but found herself trapped by the weight of conflicting desires within her. “Yes,” she admitted. “All I could think about was how your bigger dick would fill me up better.” 

“It would.” His own hands latched onto her waist and pulled her closer. To think she would be so putty and small in her arms. Yet…

There was a tinge of hesitance.

Vecea Holloran hated her husband’s tiny dick and she wanted him to fuck her. What more was there to think about?

"What? You didn't think I'd be as pathetic as you are?" she retorted defiantly, challenging him to prove her wrong. “I want you to…there’s no strings attached.”

“Just like with your husband?” Fitz chuckled wickedly. She was a noble and he was aware of the arranged marriages that occurred. If she really loved her husband, she wouldn’t have been here. "You want me to fuck you hard, don't you?" he growled, his voice dripping with desire. Every word seemed to stir her pride and logic. “Then let’s do it, Piltie. You want satisfaction? You want to be fucked until you can't think straight?"

Slowly but surely, Vecea nodded, her senses spinning with the overwhelming thrill coursing through her veins. She could already feel Fitz's cock throbbing inside her, pounding into her with an intensity that left no room for doubt.

"Tell me," Fitz murmured against Vecea's ear, leaning down, his breath hot and demanding. "Tell me what you want me to do to make you come harder than you ever have before."

“Just…take me. Bend me over and…” A shaky breath. “Fuck me.”

“How basic. But…” A glint in his eye. “I bet that’s why you’re here. Your husband wouldn’t get down and dirty.” He clicked his tongue and shook his head. “Nobles, am I right?”

A tiny nod from Vecea. She let out one final erratic breath before walking over to the wall, palms placed, and bending over. 

There it was.

Her cunt was wet enough that he was able to see the shines on the inside of her thighs. The noble woman was horny and wet—and her nobler husband didn’t want to provide. What a loser. 

Without waiting for a response, Fitz positioned himself behind Vecea and grabbed hold of her hips. Fourteen inches. Fourteen long inches that, after a peek past her shoulders, caused shivers down Vecea’s spine. This cock…

If she took it, then her husband wouldn’t be her husband. He would become some man that she lived with. Her hole, her womb, her thrills would come from this monstrous Zaunite pipe. Meaty and veiny and so fucking long!

“My husband…” She exhaled, then bit her bottom lip. Hearing her call for him, Fitz didn’t hesitate. He plunged into her with one swift movement, filling her completely. Her mouth went agape.

The world went white. 

All of a sudden, she remembered her wedding. Ding! The chime of the wedding bell as she sealed her first and last kiss. The wedding night when her husband’s slender dick went inside her.

The small, heavy breathing…

The small kiss of love despite their forced arrangement…

Then she returned to reality.

Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap!

She had already lost all feeling in her limbs and was only standing up due to Fitz’s large arms hugging her. She didn’t even consider how much larger he was than her husband. All she could think about was—

“Cock…! Cock…!” Saliva fell from her mouth like a waterfall, her eyes in a hazy mist. “Cockcockcockcock—”

“How is it?” Fitz asked, his pelvis slapping her booty, balls swinging. He wasn’t holding back, not today, not when he got to humiliate and defile the nobility that had oppressed him and his people. This was retribution.

“Shho good! Shooo goood!” Vecea slobbered like an animal. She was reacting with purely her mind, her body unable to fully comprehend his pistoning cock. From underneath, it was quite the image. A cunt stretched from a cock triple the thickness and length of her husband’s and huge balls that kept swinging closeby. What should have been foreign and dirty was now loved by her. “Cock! Cock! Zaunite fucking COCK~!”

Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap!

The room echoed with the sound of their bodies colliding—a symphony of moans and groans that filled every corner. Vecea's arms were limp as Fitz held her up, driving into her relentlessly.

Fitz smirked, his lips breathing on her ear. Her wonderful ass, toned by Enforcer training, untouched by Zaunite men. The irony was sickly wicked in that he was the one pounding her and not her Piltie husband. "You want it, don't you?" he taunted. "You want me to fuck you until you can't think straight. You can’t STAND some tiny cock creeping in your bed, right?"

“Y-yes…” Vecea's breath hitched in anticipation. With every thrust, Fitz seemed to access her depths in ways her husband could never. The massage room was filled with the sound of their bodies colliding—a symphony of moans and gasps that echoed through every crevice. “Yes, yes! Yes! Ooh! Oh! Oh! Ah! Mmmph! Yes! You’re right! You’re so right! My husband! My husband is just some cuck! A cuck! I hate his cock! I hate it!”

The stone-cold Enforcer. The woman that had once stopped his heart in its tracks. The woman that stripped him…

“Any man should be capable of satisfying his wife.”

…was venting about her lifeless marriage. A typical day at Blue Birds, if he was being frank. His cock seemed to fix nearly every aspect of a woman’s life. 

“But he caaaan’t!” Vecea wailed. “He can’t! He just can’t! They make them like they do in Zaun! They don’t make cocks like yooours! Mmmph!”

In that declaration alone, she clamped down on him seven times and came fourteen times. She was a mess. Disoriented eyes, a warped smile, and unusually shaped eyes. Her body was finally catching up to her mind. Her strength was returning.

And Fitz’s cock kept going. 

Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap!

“There’s this saying I heard once,” Fitz began, smiling. “That Piltover nobles go to Zaun to get fucked. Is that true?”

“Nnngh! I-I don’t know!” 

“You don’t know?” Fitz repeated. “That’s disappointing.”

And he went harder.

It was liberating as it was conflicting. Cock. So much cock. Too much cock. Could it be true? Maybe. She had been an Enforcer most of her life, not some noble princess. 

But she was cumming. She was cumming so fucking much and she sincerely doubted any noble woman was getting this kind of treatment. Their husbands were, for lack of a better term, spineless. There was no way they had big dicks like Fitz. No way. There was no way any male in Piltover was handling pussy like Fitz.

Just as Vecea felt herself teetering to the point of no return, hesitation crept into her mind like an unwelcome guest. Was this really what she wanted? To give herself completely to Fitz and surrender to his pleasure?

Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap!

“Yes! Yes! It’s true! It’s TRUEE~! ZAUN IS WHERE WHORES GO TO GET FUCKED!” Vecea realized what she had said. She understood what she said and took it a step further. “My tiny dick husband could NEVER fuck me properly! NEEEVER~!”

There it was. The admission. The core of her very being.

Her tits shook as he continued pistoning inside her. The thoughts that lingered around her husband were thoroughly corrupted. When she remembered him, all she saw was a nude man with a tiny dick. No muscle, a tiny pouch barely capable of unleashing a dozen strings of baby batter, and a total failure as a sex partner. Rich, arrogant, and a fucking nuisance. 

The Holloran clan should have been ashamed—not of her cheating, but of her husband’s abysmal performance. If he hadn’t been utterly outgunned with a Zaunite street urchin, this wouldn't have happened. He brought this on himself for being so fucking tiny. He should have been bigger and filled her cunt up better. That was what it meant to be husband and wife.

Fitz sensed it. His hold over her was strong and as if to taunt a man that wasn’t here he went the furthest he could with his newfound power. “Did your husband ever cum inside you?”

“Mmmph!” She didn’t answer. Vecea knew what he wanted—what his right was as the better. He proved himself to be the superior specimen by leaps and bounds. It wasn’t close and it was all her husband’s fucking fault. He talked such a big game and now—

“Mmmph!”

She came, and so was he. He was about to raid her insides with his cum. He was about to unleash that which no Piltover noble had ever experienced—the planting seed of a Zaun male. 

It excited her. Tightened her. 

It also brought her to the brink of insanity. 

Fitz smirked, his lips breathing on her ear. Her wonderful ass, toned by Enforcer training, untouched by Zaunite men. The irony was sickly wicked in that he was the one pounding her and not her Piltie husband. "You want it, don't you?" he taunted. "You want me to fuck you until you can't think straight. You can’t STAND some tiny cock creeping in your bed, right?"

“Y-yes…” Vecea's breath hitched in anticipation. With every thrust, Fitz seemed to access her depths in ways her husband could never. The massage room was filled with the sound of their bodies colliding—a symphony of moans and gasps that echoed through every crevice. “Yes, yes! Yes! Ooh! Oh! Oh! Ah! Mmmph! Yes! You’re right! You’re so right! My husband! My husband is just some cuck! I hate his cock! I hate it!”

“Any man should be capable of satisfying his wife.”

“But he caaaan’t!” Vecea wailed. “He can’t! He just can’t! They don’t make them like they do in Zaun! They don’t make cocks like yooours!”

In that declaration alone, she clamped down on him seven times and came fourteen times. She was a mess. Disoriented eyes, a warped smile, and unusually shaped eyes. Her body was finally catching up to her mind. Her strength was returning.

And Fitz’s cock kept going. 

“Oh?” He quirked a brow. His hard work was paying off and her hips were beginning to respond. Chuckling, still coolly thrusting several inches at a time, twice as much as her husband’s member, he realized it was time.

‘Well, she won’t be responding for long.’

“Then how about we experiment? Let’s see who has the thicker cum—” Thrust! Thrust! Thrust! Clap! Clap! Clap! “Pilties or Zaunites! A competition!”

“Pleaase~! Please! You will win! My husband’s balls are so tiny—”

He interrupted her by going balls-deep and letting loose. Her eyes went wider than saucers. 

Her walls. Her womb. Her cervix.

Whatever was inside was touched by his seed. Whatever creampies her husband had given, whatever breeding methods he had chosen, were ferociously overwritten by one man. One Zaunite man. An Enforcer’s punches couldn’t match the boisterous nature of his cumshot. It was ludicrous. She thought she might have been hallucinating. 

She wasn’t.

Her very core was swallowed up in a sticky substance.  With the last of her strength, she kept herself up. Palms on the walls, her head hanging and eyes barely open, and the massive plug that was Fitz’s cock leaving her.

Plop! Drip! Drip! Drip! 

This man was a necessity. She needed him to fill her up, to plug her sorry cunt. Otherwise, this would happen. His precious seed would leave her like a chute. 

Vecea heard the triumphant announcement, “I win,” and she agreed.

Huffing and puffing, barely having the strength to stand, she peered over her shoulder. The handsome Zaunite face, chiselled and proud, then down. Down, down, down, from his biceps to his obliques to the cock.

The throbbing cock.

“No…”

It was still fucking hard! How!? Her husband…her husband would have been softer than a worm after a load like that. He came in less than a spoonful while this man, although she was aware of his abilities, was totally unfazed.

How!? Why!?

“Haaa….haaa….” Her body wouldn’t stop trembling. It wouldn’t stop coiling and begging for greater pleasure. She was exhausted. She shouldn’t have been able to take any more. So why!? Why was this cock in particular so special!? She had trained and exhausted herself before! Why was this dick so damn different!?

“Vecea,” Fitz called out, slapping her booty. She shivered and felt the cum slosh inside her womb. “You’re great, as expected of an Enforcer. Strong legs, nice ass…”

The rush that came from his compliments was unexpected. Her husband never talked to her like that. He was…

…actually, did he even matter?

Her husband was a dud and her life as an Enforcer was over, her dreams crushed by the politics of her family. What else did she have? What else could she have?”

“Come with me…” Still peering over her shoulder, her gaze locked to the monstrous thing that had defiled her noble pussy, Vecea gasped for air, for her dreams. “...to Piltover.”

Fitz tilted his head. ‘Huh?’

*****

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