COMMISSION: Stiffed and Stuffed ch.2

Author's Notes: ANOTHAH ONE

[fu/fu] [butt things] [cum things] [brat discipline]

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Everything had been different since that damnable mercenary had arrived. The blow to Qiyana’s reputation would be almost impossible to repair, especially with so many witnesses to the event. As such, the pint-sized tyrant had been forced to immediately do away with her servants and guards, hiring new ones from outside the city – ones to whom Qiyana’s total humiliation was only a cruel rumor, rather than a harsh reality. Projects had been set far back, resources wasted, various power-plays aborted before ever even coming to light.

Yet those were not what Qiyana’s mind dwelled upon. The calamity left in the mercenary’s wake was merely an annoyance, an afterthought. It was the mercenary herself, Samira, that plagued Qiyana’s thoughts day in and day out. Not merely the embarrassment, the humiliation at the woman’s hands, nor even the untold ecstasy her ass had been awakened to. Part of her had enjoyed being dominated, being taken control over, used as a fucktoy by someone larger, stronger, and more powerful than her. She could never admit such a thing, of course – not even to herself. There was always another possibility, another likelihood, something that it must have been instead. And, with at least one element, she was close.

It may not have been enough to truly scratch the ‘itch’ she felt in the mercenary’s absence, but Qiyana had been taking plenty of time, now, to explore her own asshole. Nothing could compare to being ruthlessly rutted by a huge, throbbing cock, but the discovery of her own sensitivity back there was nonetheless a significant one. It was in the middle of said ‘discovery’ that she found herself now, on the cool upper floor of her manor, sprawled out atop a four-poster bed far larger than her small size necessitated. She had stripped herself entirely bare, laying on her back with one arm positioned clumsily beneath her, knees raised and legs spread.

“Nnhh… nnn…” she groaned, teeth clenched as she slowly worked her fingers in and out of her ass, shuddering with pleasure as she slid them back and forth inside of her. She was already up to three fingers at once, though it failed to give her that fullness, that stretch, that Samira’s cock had. Getting to exercise some patience, though, let Qiyana fully appreciate just how sensitive her little asshole was, how touching, rubbing, and probing it managed so quickly to elicit a spark of excitement in her undersized girldick. Getting fully erect, of course, was something she struggled with regardless of how much pleasure she was experiencing, but this was far preferable to playing with the squishy little member itself.

Letting out a dissatisfied whimper, the runty ‘empress’ began to force a fourth finger inside, finding it a little easier than she’d expected. She continued to rock her hand eagerly back and forth, stuffing her fingers as deep inside of her own asshole as she was able – but between the length of those slim digits, and the length of her arm itself, it was becoming clear that she wasn’t going to be able to get the satisfaction she now so craved. “Nngh… gah…!”

If she could just get a better angle, thrust a little deeper… it felt like she was almost there, but her petite penis wasn’t responding the way she wanted it to. The pleasure was there, just not enough to push her over the edge – it seemed like every time she thought she was about to cum, her arm would get tired, or she’d become distracted by some other thought. She needed something wild and relentless… maybe it would have been wise to keep some of those servants, after all, though they’d likely also be too timid to give Qiyana what she needed.

She rolled onto her side, ever more restless, eyes squeezed shut as she thought about that day in her lounge, mounted like a hapless fuckpuppet on that hateful sellsword’s massive cock, reshaping her insides, fucking her long after she’d already grown exhausted. Qiyana made a mental note to purchase some sort of toy – or have a servant do it, perhaps – to reach the depths of her ass that her fingers simply could not. “Haahh… nn, fuuuck….”

“Maybe if you ask nicely.”

Qiyana let out a squeal of surprise, head snapping towards the window leading to her bedroom’s balcony – and, indeed, finding it quite ajar. Relaxing idly against the balcony’s rail, as if she had not a care in all of Runeterra, was the person Qiyana both least and most wanted to see. Samira.

“Gah! You!” Qiyana hissed through clenched teeth, her cheeks reddening more than they already had been. “What business do you have creeping into my room?”

“I could give you a hand with that, for one,” Samira flashed a lazy smile. “Looks like yours may be a bit too short to get where you need it to go.”

“I have absolutely no need of your… s-services, thank you very much,” the empress scowled, though she still hadn’t stopped pumping her fingers up her own ass, refusing to let this audacious intrusion distract her from what she was trying to accomplish. “I’m doing quite fine on my own, as you can… s-see….”

“Can I now, sweetheart?” Samira teased, slipping down from the railing and sauntering boldly towards the bed, climbing onto it and beginning to crawl to Qiyana on all fours, like a hunting beast. “Because all I can see is that you dick isn’t even all the way up. Maybe I should show you how a real woman uses her thick, hard cock…” she straddled the little blonde, grabbing both of Qiyana’s wrists and lifting her arms, pinning them to the bed. Then, sliding between those spread legs, she firmly pressed the outline of her member – already stiffening beneath skintight shorts – against Qiyana’s half-limp one, letting her feel the heat and vigor radiating from the bigger, harder girldick. “...Or do you still remember your last lesson?”

This was ridiculous! Who did this woman think she was, intruding on her, now mounting her like this… and the worst part was that she needed to cum now more than ever, and with her hands pinned, she couldn’t even continue pleasuring herself. “You low-born brute, I… you…” she seethed, trying to find a way to get what she wanted without submitting to this woman’s base advances. “You may as well make yourself useful! I order you to use that… that thing…and fuck me.”

“Oh, you order me? That’s fun,” Samira purred, sitting up, though keeping her cock pressed tightly against the other girl’s. “Now I’m going to let go of your hands… but they’re going to stay right where they are. If you move them, I’m leaving. Understand?”

“I… yes,” Qiyana said, just trying not to visibly squirm. At this point, she needed Samira here – her body yearned for the mercenary, even if her mind refused to acknowledge it. She’d never cum like she had that day, before or since, and it was a high she was still desperately trying to chase.

“Good.” The sellsword released her grip on Qiyana’s wrists, doffing her baldric and top, freeing her beautiful tits and showing off her firm, rippling muscles, her physique so distinctly different from Qiyana’s squishy slimness. Sitting up on her knees, she unfastened her belt, withdrawing the long, thick beast that Qiyana had been so obsessed over ever since first seeing it. “Is this the ‘thing’ you were talking about, runt?”

“...Y-yes…” Qiyana said, swallowing hard. As instructed, she hadn’t moved her hands, though it enraged her to think that she was following the mercenary’s commands. This wasn’t the way things were supposed to go!

“Well, then… since you seem to want it so badly, why don’t you…” Samira brought her hands to the other girl’s ankles, lifting them up to fold Qiyana’s bottom-heavy figure nearly in half, giving the sellsword a better look at tiny, half-small penis and eager asshole, its rim already a little rosy from the girl’s insistent finger-fucking. Samira brought the tip of her stiff shaft to that snug little entrance, taking a deep, slow breath, then stuffing the massive thing straight up Qiyana’s tight, thirsty little butt. “...Take it!”

Qiyana’s eyes went wide, almost glassing over as she was finally given what she’d needed. It was so intense, such a revealingly clean, pure note of pleasure. The fullness, the depth, the sheer reckless hot butt-stuffing was everything she’d been craving. “AaAAh–!” she wailed, hands balling into fists, toes curling up as she had her needy asshole drilled deep. In an instant, she felt her own less-impressive girldick surge to life, stiffening the rest of the way – no longer simply lingering at the edge of erection, but now making the entire journey. She barely even had time to digest the pleasure as she was experiencing, though, before Samira’s cock slowly drew backwards, then jammed in again, this time even deeper… and against all reason, Qiyana came, right then and there, her slim member pumping out several thin, sticky squirts of seed all across Samira’s fit belly.

“...I knew you missed me, but I didn’t know you missed me that much,” Samira’s smirk was equal parts smug and disappointed – she’d been quite looking forward to pushing Qiyana over the edge, and certainly hadn’t expected to do so in only two thrusts.

“I… that was a mistake, that’s all, I-I’m just – ahn!” Qiyana clenched her teeth mid-lie as Samira thrust into her again, not interested in hearing any sort of excuses or other such platitudes. She’d come here to empty her balls in this brat’s thick, perky butt, and had no intentions whatsoever of leaving before that task had been accomplished. Samira shifted her weight a little, leaning forward to take back hold of Qiyana’s wrists and pinning her into a proper mating press, rearing her hips back before hauling another massive pump of hard cock straight up Qiyana’s ass. “Ghhah!”

“What, you didn’t think I was done, did you?” Samira leaned in to trace the tip of her tongue up along the side of the smaller girl’s face, taking a moment to simply relish the snugness and sheer depth of Qiyana’s asshole – this was far from the first ass she’d fucked, but among the few she’d ever been able to totally bottom out in. Already she could feel Qiyana’s balls pressing against her pelvis, assuring her that there was no deeper to go… merely the opportunity to go ever faster and harder until she finally blew her load in that tight, warm little socket.

“I – hnngh! – gave you no such permission to simply use my body to your heart’s content, scoundrel!” the pint-sized elementalist groaned, keeping her legs lifted and her hands still, tiny tits jiggling with the force of Samira’s deep, steady thrusts into her overstuffed backside.

“Oh? Does that mean you want me to stop, then?” Samira’s grin was wicked, her eyes like a hunting viper staring down a mouse. With each thrust, she pulled closer, almost close enough for a kiss – but never more than enough to let Qiyana taste the sultry heat of her breath. Ever teasing something more, even as she gave Qiyana everything she had in terms of burying her cock in the smaller girl’s ass. “Why not simply ‘command’ me to pull my hard cock out of you and leave the way I came? You seem to think you’re in control, yes?”

“Rrgh… I’m just t-testing your resolve, that’s all!” Qiyana couldn’t help but let out a whimper of pleasure, her eyes nearly rolling into her head, lashes fluttering as Samira began to gradually increase the speed of her pumping hips. The mercenary never sacrificed depth for speed, going faster and faster but always slamming in down to the very last inch of her cock, leaving nothing but her smooth, heavy balls open to the air – the rest had a new home, now. “M-making sure you’re… determined to service me properly. A-and to think, you’ve only managed to get me off once, and you’re already showing how… l-lazy you are!”

“Lazy? Mrhm, we’ll see about that, won’t we?” Samira leaned forward, still keeping the other girl locked into a mating press, and likewise locked herself into a rhythm – a torturously rapid, steady rhythm, like that of a sewing machine, ruthlessly reaming Qiyana’s ass to the beat of a metronome gone mad. Each thrust rammed against the deepest recesses of the heiress’s forfeited backside, but there was barely time to register that massive cock’s complete escape before it was back inside, once more pushing Qiyana’s butt to its limit.

“NnnhhhghhaaaAaAAhhh…!” Qiyana squealed, eyes going wide, teeth gritted as she endured – nay, survived – the relentless dicking, her screwed-up expression putting on display what was also betrayed by her body. Her nipples were as erect as they’d ever been, cheeks flushed, a glimmer of drool in the corner of her mouth. Her tanned, perky butt was growing rosy from the impact of Samira’s hips against it, and against all odds, despite having just cum and fallen soft, she could feel her feeble little girldick beginning to harden once more. She was still sticky with her own unimpressive jet of spunk, yet she could feel a second orgasm knocking at the gates of her glistening, overclocked asshole. “Fucck… euh! You… low-life… brute… fuckin’… nnngh…!”

“You can barely see straight and you’re still giving me attitude? Ooh, I’m going to have to keep you, you’ll be fun for a while.” While Qiyana may have been having fun a bit more… vocally, Samira was certainly enjoying herself as well. There were the raw, physical aspects, of course – this girl was light enough to easily handle, cute as a button, and had an ass that was at once outstandingly tight, and remarkably pliable. It was like it adapted to everything Samira threw at it, swallowing her massive cock and showing no strain or damage whatsoever; truly a hole that was made to get fucked hard, the universe’s apology for saddling Qiyana with that tiny, half-limp little girldick she sported.

Then there was the psychological – Qiyana was a brat in its purest form, in and outside of the bedroom, and one that had proven difficult to discipline in a permanent fashion. Samira had thought that their last meeting may have done the trick, but was pleasantly surprised by the fact that the runty tyrant’s indignant resolve only seemed to have grown since their last meeting. She was always trying to ‘prove’ that she was in control, and as such, always had to be taught otherwise.

All that led to the frantic, ball-slapping action that Qiyana was now experiencing, her ass getting tunneled out more recklessly than she’d ever imagined possible. Her toes curled up tight against the balls of her feet, legs wobbling in midair, fingers clawing absently at nothing as she was forced to drink in the constant, singular sensation of having her butt absolutely wrecked. “Fuck – fuck– kyahhh – sssshhhfuuckkk–!” she wailed out like the night wind, tongue lolling out of her mouth as she was brought to her second orgasm, another few squirts of translucent girlcum escaping her, though this time with a bit less force, landing on her own belly instead of Samira’s. Her face was beet-red, a sheen of sweat coating her compact, bottom-heavy little figure, and it was only an instant after cumming that her penis fell back to a dormant little worm, nested on a throne of tiny, hairless balls. “Ugh… haah…m-my ass… I-I can’t….”

“Don’t tell me you’re ready to give up?” Samira teased – this turn of events had been more-or-less expected, and even if she still hadn’t gotten off, she had no intention of stopping. “Maybe a little change in positioning will help turn you around – you’ve spent enough time on your back anyway, if you ask me.” Halting her jackhammer thrusts, Samira finally slipped all that way out, taking only a moment to admire the quivering gape left behind before grabbing Qiyana by her hips and lifting them, spinning the smaller girl around and setting her on her hands and knees on the bed.

“W-wait… don’t tell me you still aren’t finished…?” Qiyana’s voice was as close to pleading as it had, perhaps, ever sounded, though an excess of pleasure was still audible in her increasingly exhausted whimpers. She had little time to protest further, though, before she felt the tip of Samira’s cock press back into her from behind, sliding in deep. There was no resistance, now – her asshole had been reshaped into the perfect mould of Samira’s rock-hard shaft, and hadn’t had near enough time to close back up, however it might struggle to do so. She was repurposed into a cockholster, and a cockholster only had one job: taking cock.

“Who said anything about finishing? I’m just enjoying the view.” There was no lie in Samira’s words – even as she lanced her hard dick back up into Qiyana’s rear, she was admiring the view from above. On all fours, with her face in her covers and her ass in the air, Samira could really appreciate how remarkable Qiyana’s body looked. For as deliciously pint-sized as she was, she was still decidedly pear-shaped, sporting an outstanding flare to her hips and a butt that managed to be plump and taut all at once, bouncing Samira’s hips back when she’d thrust against them. The girl’s back and shoulders better expressed her bratty petiteness, sporting a bit of lean muscle, though her light copper skin was still as smooth as a sheet of silk, like she’d never worked a day in her life. Oh, to be one of the pampered upper-class! “Then again, now that I think about it, maybe it is time this little ass was treated to a nice helping of my hot cum… wouldn’t you say, creampuff?”

“C-creampuff?! I… oooOoh… if my guards hadn’t run off, I’d have them here in an instant, and then you’d be – phnnahh–!”

“Mmmn, I’d be what…?” Samira reached down, letting her fingertips trail up Qiyana’s back, teasing her with a caress that made the blonde squirm and whine. When her hand had ascended back to the other girl’s ass, she gave it a swift, sharp spank, followed quickly by a second, burying her cock deep into that snug, malleable back entrance. “Oh, I know, am I not being rough enough with you? Maybe I haven’t stretched you out enough?”

“Pff… a-as if you even could… you’d probab– hnahHHh…!” Qiyana bit down on the sheets beneath her as the mercenary stuffed one finger into her ass, then a second, adding them to the massive load her poor butt was already bearing. It was strange how much moreit felt like, despite those fingers being quite slender compared to the dick already inside her – when you were already pushed to your limit, it was hard to bear the thought of taking any more. “Are… nnghh! – a-are you crazy? What are you doing back there?”

“Seeing how much this little ass can stretch,” Samira purred, her thrusts a little more slow and steady now as she focused on using her fingers, teasing and tugging at the edges of Qiyana’s overworked hole. “I’m considering having some… friends over, and want to see what you’ll be able to take. What do you think this ass can handle? Two cocks? Three? What if you really focused, really put your mind to the task? This thick little butt of yours, I’d say you could take a lot with a little practice, don’t you think?”

“FhUCk, I… unHh…” Qiyana gasped, squeezing her eyes shut as she was railed from behind, Samira leaving three fingers buried inside while the other hand kept firm hold on her waist. A few more slower pumps, then the pace started to rise again, and Qiyana found her mind truly unable to grasp its way towards a comeback, or even, really, a coherent thought. All she could manage to focus on was the constant ebb and flow of pleasure inside of her, her body tingling all over as she felt that cock rail into her again and again and again, so steady and constant that she couldn’t tell whether it was in or out. It blurred together, a haze of profane delight.

Before she knew it, Qiyana had cum again, though she didn’t notice ever getting hard – for all she knew, she hadn’t. Maybe she’d eschewed the use of her pitiful little girldick entirely, even as a conduit, and cum from her asshole alone. Stranger things had happened on Runeterra, and if Qiyana was convinced of one thing at this point, it was that Samira’s cock could work magic more intense than whatever control Qiyana herself had over the elements. After her third climax, it was difficult to tell – or at least absorb– exactly what was going on. She fell forward, no longer on her hands and knees, but collapsed entirely, her feet dangling off the edge of the bed as Samira pulled close to meet her. Still, that relentless drilling, the mercenary’s perfect cock making her asshole forget what it had ever felt like to be unfilled.

“Unfh… nnhahh, yeah! I don’t… think I… have much left…” Samira finally began to flag out, her dusky, well-muscled body increasingly shimmering with sweat and, doubtless, a few other fluids – she was the one doing the work, after all, even if it was Qiyana’s asshole getting taxed. With the smaller woman now completely prone, though (from her mindless moans, it was difficult to tell whether or not she was even conscious), Samira only had to continue to pummel the girl’s butt until she was satisfied. She’d gotten what she’d wanted – total surrender – and with Qiyana’s literal collapse onto the bed, it would be difficult to argue that wasn’t what the little would-be tyrant had given.

Another long, dreamy whimper from Qiyana was drowned out by the sellsword’s climactic roar, breasts squishing tightly against the other girl’s back as she finally pumped her load into that abused back hole. It dwarfed all three of the elementalist’s combined, blast after blast of hot, thick spunk shooting from that throbbing cannon, firing deep into the smaller girl, redecorating her insides with sticky warmth. “FhaAHH!” Samira bellowed, squeezing her one good eye shut and clinging close to the ‘empress’ as she emptied her balls inside of her ass. “Guh… whew,” the mercenary finally let out a sigh of relief, slumping back a little, then letting her cock slowly glide out of the overworked hole it had been buried in.

There was a squelching sound, then a quiet burble, a little trickle of cum oozing free of the thoroughly-gaped backside that threatened to drip down the back of Qiyana’s balls. Rather than let it go to waste, though, Samira scooted to the edge of the bed, kneeling on the floor so that she could tug Qiyana closer by her ankles. With a long, playful lap, the sellsword dragged her tongue up that tiny sack, probing deeper into the blonde’s weary tunnel to get a taste of her own ‘medicine,’ letting out a husky, mischievous giggle as she did.

“W-what… what are you doing…?” Qiyana groaned, the sensation of being explored by Samira’s tongue finally rousing her back to full consciousness. With some effort, she rolled onto her back once more, shuddering as Samira scooped nearly a mouthful of her hot release out of the runt’s butt. “You… you c-can’t….”

“Mmh–” Samira closed her lips, not swallowing, and pulled back up to meet the other woman’s gaze. Gently popping Qiyana’s mouth open, the warrior-woman spilled the contents of her mouth into that of her new plaything. “–I can, have, and will keep doing so, creampuff. You’ll learn your place soon enough… but something tells me I’ll have a lot of fun discovering exactly how to break you.”

Qiyana had little choice but to take the load of jizz into her mouth, refusing to swallow only for a moment before finally gulping it down. It seemed, then, that her first encounter with Samira had not been the last… nor would this one be.