A CLG Fanfic
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This is a story I wrote about BASED swag, Saintvicious.
Saint sat down in his crusty armchair, several boxes of wine laid next to his feet. He had carried many solo queue scrubnubs that night and relaxing was the next thing on his mind. A faint knock knock on the door could be heard. Saint itched his godly beard before calling the recipient in with a sharp "EYO SON". Surprisingly, it was Becca (Hotshot's friendly neighborhood succubus), she had heard of Saint's handy work earlier on and had gone into her own version of heat. "So.. I heard you gained 34 elo earlier", she said, face as red as Chauster's scarred body.
Responding to this, Saint quickly whipped out a laptop from the front of his pants, flipping it open and displaying the magnificent elo gain on his profile. Becca's mouth watered and her hands drifted around in anticipation. Saint coughed and swiftly put the laptop away. Becca's panties were soaked and fluids were starting to drift down her thighs. She needed release, fast. Being the swagger that he is- Saint knew exactly why Becca was here. He pulled her head closer and opened her mouth wide with his fingers, leaning in and coughing. The air bellowed down Becca's throat, making her eyes roll back in pleasure.
Saint smirked and tugged the poor girl's hair, using his ripped body to throw her across the room onto the couch in one swing. Becca knew what was about to happen and quickly removed all of her clothing, she was an expert after all. The Vicious stretched his arms out in an angelic fashion, as his adidas sweatpants and hoody shredded themselves then dropped to the floor. The next part required even less effort, as his glorious penis stiffened and burst through his boxer shorts. It was a respectable 15 inches long, with a tattoo that read "I fucked you, son" on the side. Becca's mouth foamed slightly, had she finally met her match? Her pussy gleamed in the moonlight, it was quickly becoming a waterfall of devil juice. Her breasts were petite but worthy of groping by a high elo player.
Swag moved across the room with lightning fast strides, his stallion phallus kissing the air. Becca was still preparing her body when he rammed his member into her vagina. Pulsating waves crashed through her brain like a million Kennen ults. Saint's penis had completely smashed her cervix, creating more space for him to fuck. He grabbed her arms and legs and twisted the whore around into the perfect position for another orgasm. His pace fastened as her tits bounced around like pinballs. Becca was slowly going insane and let out a scream before spraying multitudes of liquid onto the Swagger. He did not seem to care or notice that Becca had deemed herself finished and gripped tighter, slamming into her over and over making noises that vibrated around the whole apartment. His balls shrunk into his rock hard belly and he made one last thrust into Becca's cunt, releasing his jungle juiceâ„¢ into her capzied womb.
"Wub wub, son" he said triumphantly before dropping her onto the floor in a heap, puddles of semen and piss surrounding her twitching pussy. Saint returned to his armchair and carefully selected a box of wine to quench himself before Hotshot burst into the room. His lips quivered and his chicken thin limbs shook. The two gamers stared into each others eyes for a full minute Hotshot reluctantly opening his mouth, "Real". It was an exciting night for everyone on CLG.
Saint sat down in his crusty armchair, several boxes of wine laid next to his feet. He had carried many solo queue scrubnubs that night and relaxing was the next thing on his mind. A faint knock knock on the door could be heard. Saint itched his godly beard before calling the recipient in with a sharp "EYO SON". Surprisingly, it was Becca (Hotshot's friendly neighborhood succubus), she had heard of Saint's handy work earlier on and had gone into her own version of heat. "So.. I heard you gained 34 elo earlier", she said, face as red as Chauster's scarred body.
Responding to this, Saint quickly whipped out a laptop from the front of his pants, flipping it open and displaying the magnificent elo gain on his profile. Becca's mouth watered and her hands drifted around in anticipation. Saint coughed and swiftly put the laptop away. Becca's panties were soaked and fluids were starting to drift down her thighs. She needed release, fast. Being the swagger that he is- Saint knew exactly why Becca was here. He pulled her head closer and opened her mouth wide with his fingers, leaning in and coughing. The air bellowed down Becca's throat, making her eyes roll back in pleasure.
Saint smirked and tugged the poor girl's hair, using his ripped body to throw her across the room onto the couch in one swing. Becca knew what was about to happen and quickly removed all of her clothing, she was an expert after all. The Vicious stretched his arms out in an angelic fashion, as his adidas sweatpants and hoody shredded themselves then dropped to the floor. The next part required even less effort, as his glorious penis stiffened and burst through his boxer shorts. It was a respectable 15 inches long, with a tattoo that read "I fucked you, son" on the side. Becca's mouth foamed slightly, had she finally met her match? Her pussy gleamed in the moonlight, it was quickly becoming a waterfall of devil juice. Her breasts were petite but worthy of groping by a high elo player.
Swag moved across the room with lightning fast strides, his stallion phallus kissing the air. Becca was still preparing her body when he rammed his member into her vagina. Pulsating waves crashed through her brain like a million Kennen ults. Saint's penis had completely smashed her cervix, creating more space for him to fuck. He grabbed her arms and legs and twisted the whore around into the perfect position for another orgasm. His pace fastened as her tits bounced around like pinballs. Becca was slowly going insane and let out a scream before spraying multitudes of liquid onto the Swagger. He did not seem to care or notice that Becca had deemed herself finished and gripped tighter, slamming into her over and over making noises that vibrated around the whole apartment. His balls shrunk into his rock hard belly and he made one last thrust into Becca's cunt, releasing his jungle juiceâ„¢ into her capzied womb.
"Wub wub, son" he said triumphantly before dropping her onto the floor in a heap, puddles of semen and piss surrounding her twitching pussy. Saint returned to his armchair and carefully selected a box of wine to quench himself before Hotshot burst into the room. His lips quivered and his chicken thin limbs shook. The two gamers stared into each others eyes for a full minute Hotshot reluctantly opening his mouth, "Real". It was an exciting night for everyone on CLG.
