A taste of the cougar

It was another ordinary day on the rift, and Nidalee was enjoying herself immensly. Constant catcalls of "dat spear doe" flew out of her mouth as she chucked them haphazardly, ruining everyone's fun. It happened in the blink of an eye though she had lined up the perfect spear and could almost taste the extra money. "AN ENEMY HAS BEEN SLAIN". Nidalee was incredulous as her head snapped to the left, her gaze falling onto Ezreal, her teammate who felt it necessary to fly in and help. "Don't worry Nid, I got your back!" he exclaimed as she walked over calmly, before grabbing the boy roughly by his collar and throwing him to the ground. She pinned him under her knee, as she stripped him of his clothes. Memories of Jinx, Poppy, and Elise floated into Ezreal's head as he began to tear up. It was happening again.
Working on his crotch immediately, Nidalee forced a somewhat painful erection out of him, opting to shove it into herself the moment it had stuck up enough. Forcing herself up and down his dick, she grunted as she bounced. "Ugh fucking noob kser, l2p no skill faggot" Ezreal couldn't help but enjoy the feeling of the older woman on top of him- but he pleasure would be short lived. He climaxed, barely a few minutes in, but Nidalee kept hammering away at his pelvis shooting pain up his body. "O-ow! Nid1" he shouted as he tried to pry the woman off with his noodle arms. "S-stop it!" "Little baby faggot no skill so bad at this game report bot lane" she shouted out to no one in particular, tears streaming down Ezreal's face.

In the well, Sona had pulled her skirt up, and was rubbing herself frantically. It would be another two minutes before her ward finally expired, and she felt so good.