Kha'Zix, the Voidreaver! Spawned from the ever-adapting Void, Kha'Zix was born to slay the strong, and survives through constantly adapting as well. Any time it struggles to kill its prey, it grows new, more effective ways to fight until it finally succeeds. As its form has evolved, so too has its intelligence, making it a highly effective and intentionally terrifying hunter.
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There is no nuance button, if your answer is some variation of ‘I would if X’ then the answer is yes.
It was a rough year, to keep it simple, for many reasons, but we all crawled to the new one, hoping for the good. So may the good things happen! This year, I mostly was working on commissions, drew some small League memes, tried to draw some illustrations with different fandoms in mind, and towards the end of it, I accidentally fell into slavery with a couple of Zines, from which no one really heard about me (Instead of just drawing one character per illustration, I drew 4 in two of the illustrations and then only in the end, I decided to go with just one), I hope my efforts will be liked to you, and the Zines will be released on schedule so that you will see these illustrations very soon.
As for the future, it's hard for me to say about all of my plans that I have, but I definitely want to start the year with me fanboying over Arcane, make league merch, currently I already have one design already finished and printed, and also practice more in order to become a better artist I am right now. I really like the way I took upon myself by drawing more dynamic and perspective focused works, but I won't dwell on that. I wish you, as well as for myself, achieving new creative highs and happiness, and I hope that you will stay with me in the next year as well🎉
Summary: Forced to play nice in front of their summoner, they try to one up the other in everything. Even when it comes to your orgasms.
Rengar and Kha'zix were arch enemies. That much was obvious on the rift, and obvious off it. They weren't really able to kill each other in the controlled area of the Summoners building, but their hatred of the other manifested in cutthroat rivalry. This rivalry eventually involved you, their summoner, and both would show off in front of you, trying to get you to pick sides.
You refused. Both had their respective uses on the rift, and honestly you really didn't want to get involved in their squabble. Plus what good would picking a side do? One of them might come to hate you, potentially reducing their usefulness, and you really liked winning. Plus them trying so hard to be better than the other really only helped you in the end. The amount of critical hits you managed to get on the enemy were starting to get insane, and you swore you got more kills than before. The only downside was their behaviour around you was starting to get... annoying.
It didn't matter how many times you told them you weren't going to pick sides, they refused your impartialness, coming up with game after bloody game to get you to finally break your neutrality. And it was exhausting. You weren't sure how long this was going to continue, but at this point you were seriously considering maybe just picking one of the two and getting it over with. Truthfully you liked both for different reasons, and if you were to pick one it would be because you wanted them to stop this, and not because you actually picked one for real, personal reasons.
Little did you know their involvement of you in their rivalry was only going to get more heated in the following days. Including you more and more with the pettiest arguments, getting closer and closer until it was clear to you that you had suddenly become a prize to be won.
The one that got you to like them first was going to win over the other.
It started out innocently...
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The sitting area in your room looked fancy. A few steps leaded down into a lowered circle in the floor where a round couch was located. A small, glass circular coffee table in the middle finished the futuristic looking spot, and you enjoyed how spacious it was. It wasn't something you had in your own house, in your own world, and you wondered if every summoners quarters looked like this. It wasn't too difficult to maintain on the League's part, considering the areas had to do with spatial magic, but it still seemed a little excessive for a summoner of your calibre. You weren't "the GOAT", or anything, and sometimes you wondered how much more elaborate the space was for the real money makers. It wasn't on your mind today thought, because no matter how fancy it looked, it wasn't very practical. Many a time you had lost your footing, falling down the elevation into a crumpled heap, often in front of one of the champions chilling there.
Today was no different. As you slipped you cursed yourself, preparing to be laughed at once again, but instead you felt the swoosh of wind, and then soft, furry arms protecting you from falling.
"You're never careful, cub." a rough voice said, and you exhaled in both embarrassment and fatigue, already realizing who had saved you from your fall this time. It was Rengar, who had seemingly sprung out of nowhere to prevent any harm.
"Thanks," you replied, trying to get out of his way too comfortable grip. He didn't let you go immediately though, instead turning you around towards him to check for any injuries. His large, frowning face invading your space as he sniffed you. Grunting and stepping away when he was sufficiently certain you were unharmed by your own clumsiness. He shook his head, folding his large arms across a muscular chest.
"Don't thank me. Just try to be more careful in the future instead. I can't always be here to pick you up, and you're so... infuriatingly fragile." he then muttered something about training you, but someone else had already interrupted in the conversation.
"Always so quick to judge. My summoner is stronger than you assume. A little fall like that wouldn't have hurt her at all." The raspy voice gave away its owner, though you really already knew who it was before he could even finish. Wherever Rengar was Kha'zix would also appear and vice versa, especially when it concerned you, and you wondered whether they realized the more they fought the more they looked like close friends instead of arch enemies.
"Fuck me," you muttered, already preparing for the fight that was going to start. Especially when Rengar let out a roar that hurt your ears more than it intimidated the Void Mantis now standing behind you.
Rengars voice was rough, growling as he got into battle position, weapons sliding from their sheaths on his arms. He seemed ready to kill, though you knew better. Murder outside of the rift was not possible, and at most both champions would posture menacingly, spar and then run around the room, making a mess.
"You senseless abomination," the hulking Vastaya growled, "Instead of aiding my summoner you would have her hurt herself instead? Of course a void beast wouldn't-"
You heard the tell tale sound of wings fluttering behind you, and you were already done with them today. "Enough! Stop with this meaningless argument. Thank you for catching me, but stop using me in all your fights! It's pissing me off."
It was quiet, and for a second you though you saw Rengar's menacing posture falter a bit, only to puff up further a second later.
"Now see what you have done," Kha'zix said from behind you, chittering excitedly at your outburst. "You've angered her with your antics. Your underestimation of her knows no bounds."
A menacing scythe arm curled around you possessively, though it could also very well have been a threat, and you swallowed thickly. "Don't you see my summoner grows tired of you, Kiilash."
Oh boy, and now they were possessive. You could only imagine how this current clash would end. And it could very well be with you torn in two, especially as Rengar roared and grabbed your waist, other hand grabbing at the scythe that was now slightly digging into your skin.
"Release her, wrong-thing. How could my summoner possibly grown tired of me?"
He tried to pull you closer to him, but Kha'zix didn't let him, other claw coming around to wrap around your waist as well. If Rengar wanted to pull you towards him, he'd have to literally rip you from the Voidling, and you shivered.
"Please, guys, I-" but they weren't listening. Too caught up in their own rivalry, both fairly uncaring about you as much as they were just fighting over the idea of you.
"Of course she grows tired of you. After all, she has me, and aren't I so much more than you - simple, unevolved, unchanging-"
"Watch your tongue, you creature! You might have been able to take my eye, but never will I let you take anything else from me, last of all my summoner!"
You were pulled back towards the Kiilash, warmth radiating off his chest as Kha'zix mercifully let you be pulled without doing any damage to you with his scythes. As his summoner you knew how sharp they were, but you never had to deal with them first hand before. "You draw her blood and I will have your head, abomination!" Rengar roared, curling around you protectively. Your hands found purchase in his braided mane, feeling comforted by his presence despite what was going on. It was stupid, you were stupid for feeling that way. But his warmth, the faint wild smell that was unmistakably him, the low rumble in his chest that was now vibrating through your body as well, it all made you feel at ease, protected. His large arms holding you made you feel wanted. Kha'zix pulling you back towards him had the same effect. You had long since gone insane, you decided, if wanted and desired was how you felt in the middle of this stupid, childish spat.
"It is not her blood I want," the voidling chittered, never letting go. "You know I could never harm her. You are jealous that I will take her from you, because I'll always be better."
The rumble from your front mingled with the chittering growl from behind, and you were sandwiched between the two creatures. The headache that was forming behind your eyes mercifully(?) distracting you from the other reactions your body had to your position.
Rengar laughed. A deep, rough chuckle reverberating in his chest, as he tightened his arms around you, making the scythes dig into you a little more. Not drawing blood. It was impossible for them to... but the fear was still there. Your heart pounded louder, drowning out the sounds of the fight above your head. The Kiilash sneered something about how it couldn't be possible for Kha'zix to ever be better than him. Something about the inefficiency of the Voidlings current form, about the scythe arms that would only be able to hurt you. The growled, double toned reply of a furious Kha'zix saying something about evolution, something about being able to become perfect for you, his summoner, and suddenly you were being moved.
It seemed the both had come to a conclusion, and you hadn't been paying attention.
"I'll be able to give her more." Rengar said, definitive, resulting in a hissed "We'll see" from Kha'zix as his wings fluttered, sending him flying for a couple of meters before landing on top of you. Wait- where were you now?
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On your back.
On your bed.
Both hulking creatures above you as you looked up in confusion, your arousal spiking at your position. How had this happened? When had they decided to do this? Whatever this was going to be?
"Uh... What are we doing?" you asked meekly, hands reaching out to push, or possibly just to touch, both champions as they hovered over you. An intense look in their eyes - eyes looking upon prey.
"A challenge!" Rengar roared.
"Whoever is best for you wins." Kha'zix hissed.
"Best with... what exactly?"
"Pleasing you of course."
Of course. Before you could come to terms with what they'd just said Kha'zix had started working on reaping your clothes. Swiftly sending your summoner cloak to the afterlife as a pile of scraps. Suddenly his scythe arms seemed very convenient and precise, never once nicking your skin, and you gasped out his name, more out of panic than anything else. He took it as a positive as a growled, chittered version of your name was your reply. The sound going straight to your core.
You wanted to tell them to wait, but you also wanted to see where this was going. So you kept quiet, keeping a suspicious eye on their sharp bits. They had a lot of sharp bits.
The scythes landed heavily on either side of your head, and Kha'zix insectoid face came into view, long antennae twitching in anticipation of where he'd start with you. It was as if you and him were the only ones there for a second, before Rengar roared at him to get on with it before he'd tear the bug limb from limb.
A hissed chuckle was his only response as the void beast lowered his face down, forehead to forehead as you lay there. Heart pounding, bated breath, eyes locked with the void creature. Then the moment ended when a rough, chitinous abdomen was pressed against your bare pussy for a small taste of what was to come. Whether it be good or bad. You gasped out as you throbbed at the stimulation from the abdomen plates sliding over your clit. Shit, that actually felt really good.
"I'm new to this." Kha'zix said, unashamed, "But you know I will always be learning, evolving. Whatever makes you feel good now, I will make sure you'll feel it 10 times over next time."
You couldn't wait, rubbing against him as your emotions wildly went from fearful uncertainty to lustful anticipation. He let out a deep chuckle, the raspy vibrations traveling through his body into you as you tried to cover your moans by biting your lip. Your legs wrapping around his thin waist as you rubbed yourself raw against him.
"Is this what you want?" he asked, mockingly, "Just my abdomen? What a strange creature."
"No, I-" you interrupted yourself with your own moans, grabbing at the sheets and at the scaled beast on top of you. "I need more..."
You sounded pathetic and whiny to your own ears and nothing had really happened yet. But you were so turned on. Between the lethal void mantis between your legs and the growling Kiilash that was looking much more aroused than earlier you had no idea where to look or what to feel. The throbbing between your legs grew from a smoulder into a wildfire, and you mewled out Kha'zix name, suddenly feeling something hot and wet against you instead of the scales you'd been rubbing against earlier. This pushed you over the edge, riding your first orgasm out against Kha'zix who hissed and chittered out some pleased noises. You wanted to look down, to see what it was you felt earlier for just a second but Rengar had seemingly lost his patience.
You were manhandled upwards. Kha'zix hissed as he had to move back, and you gasped at the feeling of a large, throbbing dick now between your legs.
Rengar was behind you, rutting his erect cock between your thighs as he held you up with his arm across your chest. You looked down, blush all the way to the tops of your breasts as you took in what he had on offer. He wasn't barbed, as you'd feared, but he wasn't completely smooth either. Small soft nubs lined his dick and you gasped as he pushed your legs together, the wetness from your orgasm earlier sopping between your legs as he gave a few experimental thrusts.
"One point for me," Kha'zix said, childishly, and Rengar roared next to your head. Your ears rang as his clawed fingers tightened around your knees, rutting into the tight space your thighs and pussy created. "And I didn't even need to use my dick yet."
You felt Rengar laugh against you, his head thrown back as he leaned backwards, crossing your legs and letting go. A pleased growl escaped him as you kept the pose, laying on top of him as he thrusted upwards, free hand coming down to your clit. It was raw, like an exposed nerve and you gasped out, barely hearing the response Rengar gave to his arch enemy.
"Then what is that thing I see? You're right that that tiny prick probably wouldn't have done much anyway though." The comment was scathing, but it didn't seem to phase the mantis, a low chuckle escaping him as he looked at his rival rut powerfully between your wet legs. Your face was flushed as you looked down at Kha'zix. Sure enough the stomach plates had moved apart, revealing his own engorged cock, wet and glistening coming from a dripping sheath. He was smaller than Rengar for sure, but nothing to sneeze at, and you felt yourself throb around nothing as you imagined them filling you.
"You'll split her in half, how could that possibly be pleasurable? Even more reasons I'll win in the end."
You'd be pissed at their continued fighting as they were fucking you if you didn't feel so great right now. The insistent rubbing against your swollen nub was more overstimulating you than anything, but your next orgasm was bubbling up fast as your legs trembled. Your head thrown back as you came over Rengar's cock and he roared victoriously. Once again right in your ear. You barely heard it over the sound of your own heartbeat and the sounds of your pleasure, legs falling open as you came down from your second orgasm.
"Point for me!" Rengar growled, purr rumbling through his wide chest, vibrating your entire body. A thought of you riding him while he purred flashed through your mind, and you instantly felt yourself get aroused again, as if your pussy couldn't get enough of the idea either. "Look!" was the triumphant growl in your ear as your legs were pulled wide apart, his dick still slowly thrusting between your cheeks, precum and your arousal dripping down his heavy shaft. "She's dripping so much. That has to account for two points!"
The Voidling didn't seem to agree.
"My turn again," he hissed, pulling you forward towards him once more. Large, sharp scythes digging into your shoulders, and drawing fine lines into your skin. Had you had any control over your mental faculties you'd have realized that multiple times in the past had you been cut by the champions that were supposedly unable to harm you, and had you realized this then maybe - just maybe - you'd once again feel fear at the notion of getting fucked by any of them, but your mind was mush. The only thing on your mind feeling both of them inside of you. At the same time if you could take it, but you were very willing to try.
"I want you both," you mewled, opening your legs even wider as you let yourself get dragged against Kha'zix stomach again. This time you felt the appendage against you freely. It was throbbing and hot and very wet, dripping down on the bed with your own juices.
But they were still adamant on winning by themselves, and it seemed though arousal had clouded their minds it was not yet enough to just fuck two of your holes at the same time.
"You don't need him," Kha'zix croaked, mouth parts opening over your shoulder as he let you guide him inside. The feeling was more ticklish than anything, but you still gasped as it was just another point of stimulation while you sank down on his cock. The words were possessive, and as you heard him hiss and chitter over your shoulder, towards the Kiilash that was still heating your back just out of reach, you felt less like a price to be won, and more like something truly special.
Likely just the dopamine that flooded through you, and the slight shudder that went through the creature you were now riding with wild abandon. His wings fluttered, and his carapace seemed to almost shake as he thrust upwards into you almost desperately.
"If I knew," he just hissed, "...but the void always grows, there's no need for me to..." you missed what it was exactly what he was saying, but it was clear by the vulnerable little chitters and the full body shudders he made that he was enjoying himself as much as you were. Taking him inside of you all the way as you bounced wildly, hands trying to find purchase into his hard, smooth plates but finding nothing. Deciding instead to just hold onto the scythes that were now next to your head, once again on the bed as he hovered over you. Oh, it seemed you had changed positions again - your pace seemingly not fast enough for Kha'zix as he practically vibrated inside of you with his breakneck speed.
The new angle and his speed pushed you over the edge before you felt you could prepare for it, and you mewled out a broken praise as drool fell from your lips. Shuddering as you clenched around him, fluids leaking freely from you as your back arched harshly.
The growled: "My turn again!", barely registered in your brain before you were manhandled onto your hands and knees. Kha'zix dick torn from you as you heard him exclaim in anger. His voice missed the usual aggressive hiss, being much more shaky than usual, and it seemed he had been much closer to his orgasm than either of you realized. Wobbling as you tried to hold yourself up, you instantly fell down again as Rengar pushed inside of you. Gasping out his name into the pillow that was quickly soaking up your drool.
"Taking it so well," he grunted, deep purr indeed traveling all the way through your body, "As if you were made for it!" You hadn't even taken him fully yet, but he seemed exceptionally pleased already if his purr was anything to go by, volume raising by the second. His large claws pulled up your stomach, large dick slowly rutting inside of you as he tried not to impale you too harshly. Your entire body felt like jelly though, and he pushed inside much easier than you thought possible after seeing his size between your thighs earlier. The words falling from your lips were indistinguishable from other sounds of pleasure, and you just let the large lion Vastaya fuck you into the mattress. Arms unable to hold you up, and legs shivering in his grasp, he didn't seem to care as he bottomed out, pulling your ass against his stomach.
"Hurry up," Kha'zix grunted, rutting against the bed and a pillow he'd grabbed. The tell tale sound of tearing was lost to your ears as you were brought to another earth scattering orgasm, crying out with tears running down your face as you spasmed.
Rengar purred something along the lines of "Already? Must've been a good one. I'm winning, aren't I?" as he fucked you through your orgasm, earning a screeched sound of protest from Kha'zix.
"Turn her around!" he rasped, "Let me have her!"
"Fine," grunted Rengar, "Use her face then if you can't help yourself. But if she orgasms again it counts towards my win!"
Your gasps of "please", and "too much" didn't seem to register as your body was limply pulled up, face held up by Rengar who fucked you lazily as you drooled all over his hand and Kha'zix's dick that was put to your lips. You opened your mouth and stuck out your tongue, too exhausted to do anything more than just be used by the two large creatures making you see stars.
"Verrrry nice," the Voidling rasped, wings buzzing as his hips snapped forward, fucking your mouth as Rengar was using your pussy. You were leaking from all your holes as all you could do at this point was hang onto your consciousness, eyes falling closed as you didn't know where pleasure ended and your body began. Your weak, lewd moans mingling with the sounds of skin against skin and the pleasured sounds of Kha'zix and Rengar as they finally reached their own ends. Covering you in their cum as both seemed to want to stake their claim on you in any way type of form.
"I won," Rengar said, triumphantly, pounding himself on the chest with a closed fist. Kha'zix didn't seem to agree.
"I counted four," he said, more satisfied than angry. "Two for you, and two for you. Neither of us won."
Two pairs of eyes were on you, but you were barely awake, laying completely spent on the bed, both your body and the sheets soaked in bodily fluids. You couldn't take any more, and it showed, but the eternal rivals growled and chittered and moved your way with intent.
"Enough," you gasped, voice barely more than a whisper as your eyes fluttered closed. "Enough. Both of you!" At the end all touch had felt as intense as an orgasm, your nerves absolutely overstimulated to the point of pain.
Both of them touched your skin at the same, and somehow this last touch pushed you over the edge one last time with a weak gasp and a full body shudder. Your eyes fluttered closed and both men realized you had fallen asleep, the frown on your face softening to a soft smile. Your face flushed and cheeks still stained with tears.
"Maybe it's enough for today." One said, and the other agreed.
"Yes, there will be many more chances."
Fierce eyes met over your sleeping body as one softly cleaned you and the other put the blanket over your battered body.
"And next time it's my win!" they said in unison, instantly erupting in battle. Nothing could wake you up at this point though, your slumber deep and your body satisfied.
