Katarina and the Soldier

Smoke, dust, and kicked up pollen from the surrounding forest pierced his already strained lungs as the young Demacian foot soldier moved through the ancient, overgrown ruins, his squad a few dozen meters ahead of him, as he covered the rear. Finishing his quick scan of the area immediately behind him and his mates, he turned suddenly as a scream carried over to his ears, only to be cut short, followed by a slick, slithering sound. Looking ahead, he saw the rest of his fellow soldiers, once flesh and blood, now cracked, dull grey stone, and the source of the slithering: Cassiopeia. “Shit” He thought as his mind raced, before turning back, sprinting away through the forest before she spotted him, his heart hammering in his chest.

Leaves and branches smacked against his helmet, dully thudding, adding to the symphony of his heart and the heavy fall of his armored feet. Breaking through the forest, he faced a small clearing, in its center a ruin of stone, who’s walls now only remained in one corner, the rest crumbling, no higher than his shoulders. The clearing itself wasn’t in much better shape, what he could tell was once a much larger area, more stones breaking just through the leaves, was now only perhaps 10 meters across. He walked into the shelter of the corner wall and sat down onto some of the eroding stone blocks. He balanced his forehead upon the hilt of his sword, it’s cool blade slightly dulling the shock of the previous events. “Fuck… Every single one of them…” He thought. “ If I had been 10 feet closer…” He knew he needed to move, get up, find another squad, rejoin the fray, do something , but he needed to rest, he couldn’t move, not yet.

Snap . A branch cracked in half, faintly, somewhere to his left. Quickly climbing to his feet, he brandished his sword, ready to strike as he pivoted himself around the remains of a doorway, towards the sound. Nothing. Empty air, and leaves filled his view. The knocking of a pebble falling came from another direction. He spun, more nothing-ness. “ You’re hearing things, you’re in shock, Damian” He returned to his seat, but even though he knew the sounds to be a trick of his imagination, he couldn’t help but keep a firm grip on his sword. Minutes past, and no more sounds of another being could be heard, until he finally began to ease his grip, and slumped slightly back against the wall.

“So are you not even going to say hello?” The feminine voice asked, right above him. She flipped onto the ground in front of him, from her perch on the small ceiling he had been using for shade. Leaping up, he brandished his sword, facing down Katarina, one of Noxia’s most talented assassins. “Hold it, soldier, I’m not here to hurt you” She stated it bluntly, catching him slightly off guard. “ Of course she isn’t, why would some fresh blood soldier be any concern of hers?” He said to himself. “What’s your name, soldier?” “Da-Damian”, he stuttered. “Ok, Damian, I’m going to tell you something, alright?” She moved slightly closer, and Damian loosened his hold on his weapon slightly, though his subconscious resisted it.

“I’m going to tell you about your fate, Damian, and it lies in me.” “What are you talking about?” He asked gruffly, uneasy by her friendly, almost seductive voice. “Well, I thought that was crystal clear, but you are just cannon fodder, really. Your fate is going to end with you, in me.” She looked at him, a mischievous, grin on her face. “And no, I do not mean in the way you want. Yes, I can I see your eyes, and I can see where they’re looking” She said, reproachfully. “No, you’re going to end up adding to my breast here, right after I make you my little snack.

Whatever the hell she was talking about, she had no friendly intentions with him, so he made to strike first. Thud . Her armored forearm connected with his sword, bouncing away the shuddering blow and leaving Damian off balance as he tried to regain his footing for another swing. Before he could, she followed up with a blow from her other fist, connecting with his chest armor and sending him backwards, almost toppling him. “That is no way to place nice, Damian” She said, sliding a wicked looking dagger one of her two holsters. She leapt towards him, swinging. He blocked, barely, then pushed back, taking a swing. It connected with her exposed stomach, leaving a red line across it. She fell back a couple steps, and his mind once again entered shock, though this time at his surprising luck at hitting such a highly trained opponent.

Then he noticed a lack of blood. The red line that stretched along her middle was fading, the skin undamaged. Then he noticed a small bottle clinging to her side: A bottle of Elixir. “Well shit” . He thought, right has she moved once again, her blade coming for his head. Their swords locked, as his blade slid into a notch on her dagger. He twisted his weapon, and both were flung onto the ground. Catching her eye for a fleeting moment, he made to dive for his sword, but she caught him, grabbing his helmeted and twisting his body the other way. The leather strap on his helmet broke, and he tumbled away from the assassin, who dropped the armor before turning to look at him ten feet away. She pulled her other dagger from its leather pouch on her leg as Damian struggled to get back to his feet. Suddenly, she was no longer ten feet away from him, red smoke lazily wrapping around her. It was last thing he saw before the hilt of her blade landed square with his forehead, darkness encroaching on his vision. “Well, that was quite easy, Damian”.

His mind finally resurfaced from the unconscious limbo it had sunk into, his eyesight blurry, filled with indistinct colors, and his ears with the sound of a slight stirring nearby. Colors took shapes, and eventually features. Katarina stood before him, smiling. A small pile of her clothing and armor lay near her. Feeling bare, cold stone beneath him, he then realized he was just as exposed as she was. “Well Damian, here you go, this is what you wanted, to see all of this. You can look now, because this is the last time you’ll be seeing this body, or any other one, for that matter”. Gazing at her, her red hair brushed across her ample breasts, her nipples a light pink color. Her abdomen below it, along with her arms and legs, rippled slightly with her powerful, well-toned muscles. His eyes sliding downwards, he looked upon her bare, shaved pussy. Her beautiful mound was the shape of a flawless peach, with just slight sliver of pink dividing her two, glistening nether lips.

Striding towards him, she grabbed his arm, pulling him up onto his knees, before shoving him by the neck into her moist slit. Her aroma overwhelmed his senses, and instinctively his mouth open, and his tongue flicked across her clit, darting in and out of her hole, eliciting a low growling grunt of approval from Katarina. She pulled him up slightly, his face between her ass cheeks. “I hope you enjoy this, because the next time you see this ass, you’re going to be sliding out of it” She grunted. Katarina turned, her hand cusping a fistful of his hair, as she pushed his face against her muscular stomach. A low, rumbling growl escaped the wall of flesh between her belly and his ears. “Do you hear it? It’s waiting for its next meal.” “What the fuck does that mean” He yelped. Ignoring him, “You were fun to fight Damian, and compared to the rest of your pathetic friends, you actually surprised me, but in the end you’re just like them, pathetic”. She smiled “Actually, in your case, you’re nothing but pathetic food”. She dragged him onto his feet, her mouth opening wider than he would have thought possible. “What the hell are you doing!” He yelled, struggling against his captor’s grip. Her mouth closed slightly, and she sighed irritably. “What does it look like? I’m eating . You, to be precise”. Then her maw opened again, and she thrust his head towards it.

Katarina locked her lips around the poor soldier’s neck, her tongue slathering his face with hot, slimy saliva. Shoving his waist towards her, Damian’s head reached the back of her mouth, and in the dim light slivering in through the gaps between her new meal and her lips, he saw the throat waiting to accept him down into it’s depths. The next thrust pushed him into it, her esophagus locking in a tight, sticky embrace around his head, pulling him downwards, towards the growling sound below. She continued swallowing his body, his waist being pulled into her humid mouth. His dick, now almost limp, began to spring back to life as her tongue coiled around his shaft. “Mmm, it seems someone is enjoying being devoured alive, hmm? Aren’t you just a little fucking kink.” She said, her voice muffled by the meat inside her mouth. Finished playing with her meal, she swallowed again, his head pushing through a tight ring of flesh, then again, pushing his shoulders through, and a third, the rest of his body sliding into her mouth and down her throat, before slipping through the top of the stomach with the rest of him.

Her stomach was lined with a thick, itching layer of slime, it’s walls pulling tight around his body, affording him barely any movement. Then the sack of flesh began to move, grumbling around him as Katarina’s body went to work breaking down the soldier. Damian squirmed as much as he could, as more slime began to secrete from the walls of the dark chamber. Outside, and all around him, he could hear her moan slightly as he squirmed.

“Aren’t you a little feisty” She laughed. “Keep on going, all it does is make this feel all the better to me”. She clamped down with her stomach muscles, her occupant inside moving as her belly threatened to crush him. She slid her hand down to her now soaked snatch, her fingers sliding between her lips, brushing against her clit, before thrusting into her humid hole, eliciting loud moans as Damian turned within her.

“She’s fucking masturbating to me digesting” he thought, her acids now tingling against his skin, as he felt himself beginning to soften. She continued squeezing him, making him move, to heighten her pleasure, bringing her to orgasm numerous times. As his body liquified, he indistinctly felt her stand up, bending over and pulling on armor and clothing, before striding off, as the last of the Demacian soldier slid from her stomach into her bowels.

She pushed her way out of the forest, right into a group of more soldiers, led by a champion, battling the enemy. They quickly spotted the round, human-sized gut swinging from her midsection, fear in their eyes. “What, haven’t you heard of my Voracity ability?” She said, smiling evilly as she went to work.