Poppy's Royal Duty (NSFW)

“Y-You know I don’t have the right…perks for this…” The Yordle said scornfully. Situated in between Jarvan’s legs, she looked down at the throbbing mass in between her perky breasts as they wrapped around it. “I don’t know why you don’t ask someone like Sona or Shyvana for this sort of thing…”

“You’re doing fine, trust me.” He responded, hoping to persuade her, but that pout on her face proved she wasn’t convinced. “It wouldn’t be like this if you weren’t doing a good job.” He offered her a smile and she blushed in response.

“Don’t try to pull those moves on me, Your Highness. I’m only doing this to show my loyalty to Demacia. I can’t have our prince about to give a speech to His people with this…thing sticking out through his pants.” She furrowed her brow and pushed her breasts together harder, but her chest barely contained such a size. She fumed silently, hoping that she’d at least be able to contain its diameter.

“I am grateful that you would offer your body in such a way, Poppy. And truth be told I wouldn’t have it any other way from a woman such as you.” Poppy felt her face burn more, not in anger as she would’ve preferred at this point in time.

“You…honor me with such kind words…” She responded, rubbing her chest along the underside, feeling a bead of precum leak out and streak across the tips of her dark blue nubs. “I only wish to help in any way I can.” Her hands fell to her sides in frustration as she watched his cock spring back up. “If only my body weren’t so…compact…”

The soldier, sensing her anger, rubbed his chin in thought for a moment. The masses were waiting for their Prince to update them on the status of the war with Noxus. Unfortunately, his daily morning wood had other thoughts.

“I don’t know why you’re so hard ahead of such an important event…” Poppy remarked. It was only by chance that Poppy happened to be in the castle at that time. She noticed the Prince’s “situation” and offered to help, yet he insisted she help him in this fashion. “Geez…why is it leaking so much?!” Her tone was flustered, yet still she put in the effort of trying to get him off. She knew it wasn’t enough to push him over the edge, and that’s what pissed her off the most.

“Hold on, I think I have just what you’re asking for.” Jarvan chimed in. Getting up, he hopped over to the cabinet in his bathroom, leaving the half-naked Yordle to watch the prince of Demacia hop around sporting an erection that would draw anyone’s attention. “Here we go!” He said quickly, holding up a vial as he approached the blue skinned humanoid. “Apply this to your chest and you should see the results you desire.”

Taking the glass from him, Poppy eyes the contents of it suspiciously. “I want to get this done as fast as possible. How fast is this stuff going to take affect?”

“I’ve never used it personally, but from what my medicinal woman told me it should have immediate results.” He pondered out loud.

“Never used it, huh? There’s barely any left in here!” She knew nagging him wouldn’t get them anywhere so she let the subject drop. Uncorking the bottle, she hoped to get a better look at what was inside. It was a viscous, purple substance that smelled of honey. The poured some of it onto her fingers and noticed it had the properties of a lotion. “So I just rub this in and they’ll…grow?” She looked down at her meager mounds and pushed them together with her arms, still not getting the size she was looking for. “Well, alright, let’s do this.”

Throwing caution to the wind, the Yordle emptied the contents of the vial onto her bosom and began to apply it proportionately. The fluid seemed to seep into her skin rather quickly, much to the benefit of both parties. “So how do I know when it kicks i-“ The short-statured girl was cut short as her face switched to a state of uneasiness. She curled forward and wrapped her arms around herself. Jarvan got up and reached his hands towards her, unsure of how he could assist her.

“P-Poppy! Are you alright?! Was it too much of the potion!?” His concerns were met with the steely gaze of the Yordle who, after picking her head up, locked eye contact with him.

“Oh…it was too much alright…” Her voice slipped through bared teeth. She dropped a hand to help support herself back up.  What used to be her small mammaries before were now engorged balloons that were already twice the size of what they once were. She looked down at them in horror as she held them up in her hands, completely engulfed by the sheer density of her new enhancements. “Look at me! I’m a freaking sow!” She looked back up to see the entranced eyes of Jarvan staring down at her form, still much smaller than his own. His wood now stood upright, straight at the ceiling, as he approached her menacingly. “Prince…Prince Jarvan, please! My body, i-it’s still adjusting!”

His large hands grabbed ahold of Poppy’s blossoming bosom, pressing into the flesh like putty. They squeezed and pulled the ample mounds until the Yordle uttered a resounding groan.

“P-Prince-! Your Majesty, please! My body is too warm for you to be doing that so quickly!”

“Please, Poppy…” Jarvan responded. His voice was low and gruff. “We need to do this, as quickly as possible. Do this for me, for Demacia!” Poppy breathed laboriously, feeling her chest continue to swell. Her hands clammered to try and support it, but knew that he had that job already filled. Acquiescently, she wrapped her arms around the Prince and pulled him into an embrace.

“Alright, just, please, finish up quickly.”

“I…I don’t think that will be an issue.” What remained of the liquid Poppy had used was now combining with Jarvan’s own excitement into a lubricant that helped propel the swollen head of his prick through the Yordle’s cleavage, a crevice that only got larger the harder he pressed her tits together. He was quick to work into a steady rhythm, exerting all his efforts into turning her cleavage into a fuck hole.

Poppy’s expression turned concerned as he was practically holding her up by her tits; her entire body feeling fuzzy by that potion’s effects. She definitely had used to much by the looks of it. Her breasts, if it wasn’t for the man currently shoving his dick between them, would’ve sagged to her stomach, she probably wouldn’t be able to walk right until it wore off, whenever that would be. She could see his mushroom tip, a dark shade of red, as it continued to exceed that clear, sticky fluid that alerted her of how excited he was. She felt a twinge of embarrassment knowing that he was feeling this because of her body, because of her. She couldn’t deny that the tingling in her legs was in part because of this knowledge, but she would rather die than admit it.

“Are…is this good? Are you getting close?” Poppy  asked, sweating now as she tried to keep herself up.

Jarvan huffed, continuing his frantic thrusting. Poppy knew he was good with a lance, but this was an entirely different kind of spear she was used to.

“I’m…I’m almost there. Keep-keep making that face.”

“Wh-what??” Poppy felt her cheeks flare up once again. Her eyebrows tilted as she tried to get an answer from him.  “Wh-where are you planning on finishing?!”

“Yeah, just like that…” He panted, now smacking against her bosom at a frantic pace. Poppy could feel him twitch between the two fleshbags that most likely double her weight at this point. “Here it comes, here it comes!”

“W-Wait! Hold o-!”

“HrrrRRGAAAH!” Jarvan roared, a mighty cry that echoed around the small room. With no method of bracing herself, Poppy was taken aback as the first rope of cum shot out and landed on her face. The next few spurts were a torrent as the bulk of seed rampantly spewed forth, coating the girl’s face, neck, and chest in a glazing of thick, pungent batter. A shot was targeted at her eye which she managed to close just in time, but now was forced to hold it shut.

As the Prince’s orgasm came to a finish, the last few globs of cum lazily spewed out, pooling in her cleavage as it captured what cascaded down her collarbone. He drew a breath through gritted teeth and slid himself free, letting the Yordle free to fall and plop down on her rearend. He slumped down onto the bed and focused on capturing his breath.

“My…my apologies, Poppy. I didn’t mean to get carried away there…” Jarvan said sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head. However, Poppy didn’t seem to hear him. She was too engrossed in the coating of splooge that she now adorned.

“It’s…so…warm…” She muttered, gathering a handful of it and eyeing it, the purpose was lost to both parties.

“Yes, well, uh…” Jarvan said, quickly remembering his assignment. “You’re free to use the washroom to clean up. Just let me know if you need anything else and I’ll be back in half an hour if you’re willing to stay for that long.” He quickly began rummaging through his room for his outfit and threw it on.

However, the Yordle didn’t hear the Prince’s instructions, nor did she hear the door slam. The only sign that she was still there was her marveling the collected liquid in her hand, which she brought up to her mouth, and let ooze down her throat.