Thread: Krimson's Writing Samples (Status in first post)

432015 Might as well throw these posts here since I've put them into RQs...just in case anyone's interested in some League fandoms. D Part 1 Rengar at least had the excuse of not having read the patch notes...but the cougar had none but her own glaring weakness - sound judgment forgotten, shoved aside by need and passion. His free claw, the one not pinned by the javelin but the limb weakened on account of his busted shoulder, pierced into the earth below. All five points shredding hardened mud to dust in a decisive Empowered Strike...Tsk tsk. Nidalee really ought to have checked resource bars. The fierce battle roar that rang out was all but deafening at the sheer proximity. His form glowing golden, an ethereal sheen that pulsated for only a second upon his musculature, but its effects instant. Wounds sealing upon themselves, his pierced shoulder restored to nothing more than naked glory. The claw tearing the javelin from his other, the wound closing as well. Only crimson streaks remained upon his pristine fur, evidence of the cougars transgressions. It all happened in but a split second, and suddenly both claws were seizing the once proud huntress. Those sharpened tips digging into scalp as he drove the woman down his length, forcing her throat to part for his cock, whether she willed it or not. Her own hands, having chosen a course of action leaving herself defenseless, found themselves seized by the other. Claws embedding into her flesh as he tore her fingers from his own length his other claw pressing down harder, driving her down the entirety of that lewdly bulging shaft, swallowing a length that she, on the best of days, could not have managed to conquer by herself. His girth such that he filled the entirety of her throat, compelling her lips wide apart as he began to fuck into her, thrusting with his hips even as his claw seized her hair and began driving her up and down his length with an ease frightening. The pace he set abusive Nidalee not allowed even the opportunity to bite, such was the might that compelled her. But her earlier ministrations had been more than effective, one that bore fruit as she was forced to swallow the length for but a few brief moments. Another roar, one pleasure-filled, as the Pridestalker emptied himself into her no doubt sour jaw. An amount extravagant, matching his exorbitant girth. The first shot alone enough to fill her throat, the volume such that it completely filled the passage before even arriving at her gut. But of course, he was hardly so merciful as to be done after but one jet - another, another, his spasming length emptying what must have been liters of cum directly into her throat, the excess spilling out, dripping down her chin, soiling her furs and breasts, a shade of white brighter than her markings, covering even those as his orgasm lasted far longer than any human. Pulling out, at the long last, not in an act of mercy, but only so that he might mark that proud visage, matting the umber hair and sealing the arrogant emeralds shut with the heavily scented fluid, coating nearly her entire face. The Pridestalker laughed, even as his claw left Nidalees hands - in its place, a familiar bola remained, binding her wrists taut. Im just getting started Part 2 A raised brow bone and a smirk his response as he swatted her around with a large paw, knocking the still defiant creature into the earth. Both claws seizing her flesh, lifting her with unnatural ease, positioning the female as he desired before dropping her upon the ground, face down. His sadism evident in the way that he more than compelled, but sunk the tip of his claws into her flesh even as she had no choice but to acquiesce to the rough handling. The sharpened tips marring her flesh in streaks of crimson, the scent of blood making him purr again, sniffing the air to inhale more of that potent mix - the both of their arousals complimented so perfectly by sanguine vitae. A claw gripping her ponytail still, tugging roughly at the silken threads as if reins to command an unruly mare, or perhaps a leash to tame the feral cougar. An act no doubt painful as he forced her to arc backwards sharply, to lessen the pain upon her scalp, an act serving no purpose other than because he could. His claw settling upon his rear, the tips digging deep, rending flesh as rivers of blood protested his abuse. Rengar laughed again, mocking the vulnerability of the woman bound and spread beneath him, the powerful huntress made frail beneath his bestial strength. And still those lips glistened, her lust running twin rivers down her thighs, her arousal seemingly unabated even as his claws continued to rain abuse down her form, tearing into flesh at random, drawing bloodied streaks down the tanned stretch of back. A pain soon counterpointed by pleasure as he thrusted his conquering blade against her ass cheeks, still more than half-hard even after the amount he had poured into her gut already. The acts of sadism seemed to arouse him like none other, and, as he ground against those pleasing orbs, his shaft regained its fleshy hardness in the course of but a minute, throbbing against her flesh in a manner no doubt enticing to the horny female trapped beneath him. Laughing again as she ground back against him, writhing as she parted her thighs ever wider, her ass bouncing in an attempt to take him inside. Not so fast The Pridestalker mocked, seemingly content with pleasuring himself with her cheeks even as his claw continued to mar her flesh at random. I seek only the strongest The phrase growled as the claw in her hair dropped to the ground, stabilizing himself as he crawled forward, mounting her with intent. His meaty length slapped against her entrance even as he wrapped his digits around himself, guiding the steely lance against her...but pressed against an entrance she was no doubt not expecting. Lesser creature The taunt uttered even as he thrusted forward, his bulbous head parting that tight hole. The fit exceedingly tight, bringing with it a spark of pain, one he seemed to love as he continued in his conquest, uncaring whether or not Nidalee could handle his girth in this manner. You do not deserve my seed in your slutty cunt...but this is a fitting prize for a slut such as you. He pressed his powerful chest against her back, compelling her breasts harshly into the earth. Driving his weight against her, nearly knocking the air out of the much slimmer cougar even as he raised his paw from the earth, seeking instead to insert those blade-tipped digits into her mouth. Three fingers all at once, a number unexcessive if not for just how large his paws actually were, stretching her mouth lewdly, reminiscent of a recent encounter. His digits toying with her tongue, seizing it, before releasing, before seizing it again, as if amused by her struggles. Pressing harshly enough with an edge of pain, the tip digging into the sensitive muscle, allowing her to taste her own blood, a decadence accompanied by his excessive girth thrusting into her tight hole, plundering her without mercy.