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Summary: Hecarim is a jerk, but you take his verbal abuse when it means you get to have him fuck you. He's a centaur and you know he's big, anticipating the stretch as he mounts you.
You'd taken big guys before, and you did it with gusto in your humble opinion. Though Aatrox might have been a bridge too far, you took a champion like Mordekaiser like a champ. A new challenger had appeared though, and it was none other than Hecarim.
He was an asshole to you most of the time. A smug bastard showing off, acting like he was too good for you and that he was doing you a favour talking to you, but there was an underlying current of want - perhaps even need.
That he enjoyed your company despite his foul personality was a given. Everyone could see that he kept you down to make himself feel good, but he didn't tolerate anyone else speak bad about you. When someone was a jerk to you he would even come to your "rescue" on occasion, and though you hadn't asked for it, you couldn't deny that it did make you feel a little better. It wasn't all great, he wasn't exactly the best company, but you had gotten used to the champions personalities and how most of them were more than a little rough around the edges.
He was your dark knight in shining armour. Protecting you from others and leaving the bullying to himself.
You let his comments slide off your back, only really interested in 1 thing from him. After all, he was a large monstrous centaur with a booming, rumbly voice that vibrated your very bones. You wanted his huge cock up your pussy.
And with the way his glowing eyes followed your every movement, intimidating you with his height and making more than the occasional comment about your looks, he wanted that too.
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One thing led to another, and that's how you found yourself against a wall near the stables. Intimidating, armoured, ghost centaur hovering over your small frame as you had to crane your neck to look at him.
"I'm starting to feel like you don't know what you're asking for, mortal," he said, voice lowered to an almost whisper as he ran his weapon of choice - a heavy looking glaive - from your legs to your chin, dragging your summoners cloak up as he went. "I will cleave you in half."
Though he held the blade against your neck, it was obvious he wasn't talking about the weapon hurting you. If he was in any way build like a horse "down there" his cock was going to be proportionally big, and though you had flirted your way into this situation, you agreed that you might have bitten off more than you could chew. Though that was never going to stop you.
As you looked down a ghostly green cock greeted you, already emerged from its sheath, and you licked your lips.
"I might be crazy, but I know what I want," you replied, leaning forward against the sharp blade of the glaive. He instantly retreated it, pausing for just a second before a booming laugh erupted from him.
"Indeed."
His face was nearly static, a combination of a human head and the helmet he wore when the Shadow Isles were created in a blast of corrupted magic. Sharp, metal teeth were at your neck, biting down and leaving bloody scratches in their wake. Nothing about him was gentle. Large, clawed hands kneading your soft body as he made appreciating sounds in the back of his throat. He moved you this way and that, pushing you up higher against the wall so he wouldn't have to crane down so much, his hands reaching under your cloak and into your pants until he found what he was looking for. Your lower lips that were already swollen with anticipation. He hissed something about how wet you were as sharp claws carefully entered your throbbing hole. He fingered you roughly as you were hanging on for dear life, knowing that you needed all the prep you could get. He bit at your neck, holding you up until your feet left the ground as he pushed and pulled at your outfit, making sure he had free access to every part of you without disrobing you. It wasn't so much that he cared about your privacy as much as just him being impatient, but it served the purpose of you being anonymous enough. You could pass for any other summoner and though you still hoped no Riot agents of the Institute of War were to come across you, you could probably run and maintain your innocence as they looked who to ban. You were practically drooling, moving your hips forward desperately chasing orgasm while he added more fingers. You reached your climax soon, shuddering and moaning, head thrown back against the wall. Only realizing he'd put his entire fist up your pussy when he pulled it out and you saw it glisten in the light.
"Look at that," he said, "You might be able to take me after all, despite you being so small." He couldn't grin in the traditional sense, but you heard the glee in his voice as he took in his fist covered in your juices.
Then he decided you needed a change of scenery.
He wasn't gentle with you as he dragged you up, finding a bench nearby he could deposit you on. Your knees scraped against the rough wood, and as you tried to look over your shoulder you were pushed forward roughly, ghostly body pushed up against you. Through the cloak you wore you couldn't feel much, but the throbbing against your ass cheeks reaching all the way to your shoulder blades had you swallow thickly. His hands held your belly up, dragging your body against his lower body and he made a growling sound at the friction.
"Stay this way," he growled, holding your ass up against him. "Or don't. I will use you as a cock sleeve either way."
You held yourself up high, rubbing your ass against his lower belly. The bench you were on was just a little too low for you to be comfortable, your arms already straining, but you'd manage. You hoped. His first thrust against you had you fall forward and you groaned. Maybe you had overestimated yourself a little, or underestimated the force with which Hecarim moved against you. He scoffed.
"Come on, little summoner, with all that power you exert to control us champions I'd expected a little more from you." His words were scathing, but they didn't hurt so much when his throbbing cock was against your back while he humped your ass.
"Just... just hold me up or something," you hissed, getting back up and feeling the wood of the glaive under your arms, pulling you up under his belly. He wasn't going to lean down unnecessarily, not risking any strain to his back while he took his sweet time mounting you. It was uncomfortable and hurt your chest a bit, but it would keep you in place. You'd be more angry if your hands weren't free to undo your jeans fully now. Hanging on for dear life as he chuckled at your impatience while you dragged the pants down, pulling up the cloak as you wiggled your ass up at him. The centaur bristled, hind legs kicking when he realized you were finally ready for him.
You were still leaking, clear liquid dripping down your legs as you anticipated him inside of you. It would be a stretch, despite the earlier preparation, and you swallowed thickly when you felt the flared tip of his ghostly cock against your burning core.
"Hecarim," you groaned, feeling him push in slowly, pulling you tighter against him. "Please be gent-"
He pushed in as far as he was able before you could finish your sentence, a cruel, booming laugh vibrating through you as he moved. "You can take it," he said, voice thick with pleasure while he mounted you, penetrating deeper inside you than you thought you ever were.
The words were fucked from your lungs with every push, unable to take a full breath before he rutted back into you with almost violent thrusts. The only sounds leaving you were gasped breaths as you tried to hold on, taking him as good as your human body could. He seemed satisfied enough if the rumbling groans were any indication.
His dick felt like heaven and hell all at once, and you weren't sure if you were dying from pleasure or just hanging on for dear life. He was in so deep you swore he hit your cervix with every thrust, and you cried out in arousal and pain, brain struggling to keep up as you were fucked stupid by the large ghostly centaur. He paid little mind to your internal struggle, taking from you what he wanted with loud sounds of pleasure, uncaring to cover any of his pleasured noises. The large cock throbbed inside of you, and the thought that you could take him and cause him that much pleasure had you floating, orgasm quickly building again as you leaked down onto the bench below you. As you looked down you could see the bulge in your belly every time he pushed into you, and you reached down to touch it, pressing down and sobbing in pleasure at the feeling. You were glad he was holding you up, certain with the way you were shaking from pleasure you wouldn't have been able to, crying out when you reached orgasm. Tears running down your face as you squeezed down on him, milking him for all he was worth.
He came soon after, groaning about how small and tight you were as he filled you to the brim with hot cum. And then some more. The bulge of his cock seemed to grow as he spend himself inside, cum filling you to the brim and leaking out down your legs. The bench below you was not saturated with both your cum and his, and you sobbed at the feeling and thought of it.
"Fuck, Heca," you cried, shuddering against him as he held you tight to him, unable to escape the onslaught of his seed hitting your insides.
"There we go," he groaned, "took me well, very well."
You were lowered down onto the bench, the cool feeling of his belly disappearing from your back while you tried to cover yourself back up with the cloak you were wearing. Birds still sung their little songs around you, reminding you of where you were right now, keeping you awake though your body cried out for sleep.
"Think you can take another load?" he said, voice tinged by sadistic pleasure as you saw his hanging cock twitch back up, ready for another round. "I'm sure you can."
A groan came from you when you leaned back onto the bench, legs widening without your brain telling them to. Your muscles and pussy screamed at you for rest, but the thought of taking him again had you aroused all the same. Maybe you needed to convince him to take it to a bedroom.
