Fiddle's sticks

Smirking as she waved to her frustrated lane partners, Miss Fortune ran as fast as her legs would take her, barely coming out of the deadly scuffle alive. She spun her signature weapons, Shock and Awe in her hands as she licked her lips- the familiar recall magic dancing and humming around her before it was interrupted. She had wondered when it would happen, when it would come for her. 'This was a poor choice' Sarah thought to herself as crows swarmed around her, their master Fiddlesticks stepping out from the darkness. "Are you afraid?" he threatened quietly, a large wooden knob sticking up shamelessly as he walked towards her, a deep instinctual fear overriding her desire to run, before a quick squawk stole the breath from her throat, forcibly silencing her. Sarah wanted to run, desperately hoping that Taric would quit winking at Ezreal from under the tower and would come save her, but her silent pleas were left unanswered as Fiddlesticks held her, an erotic vacuum coming from Fiddle's mouth, her pussy moistening despite her resistance. Easily shredding her tight pants, Fiddle stabbed himself into her, impaling Fortune's accommodating wetness. Shoving it in violently, Sarah could only silently scream at her assault, forced to listen to Fiddle's labored laughter, his pleasure accented with gasps for breath. "Ohhh yessss" he cried out amidst the laughter, before he grabbed onto her shoulders slamming even more roughly into her. "The end is near." he whispered into her ear, Sarah's eyes open wide as she felt him slam into her one last time, a murder of crows flying past them as her used body fell to the ground.

As she lay drooling mindlessly, a voice in the distance called out "AN ENEMY HAS BEEN SLAIN." Laughing and hopping forward, a spring in his step Fiddlesticks walked slowly to mid. Soon enough, Lux would Fiddle his timbers.