After 15 minutes of searching, you finally pinned your target to one - Garen. It didn't actually take you fifteen minutes to look for him. You found him rather quickly. It wasn't difficult to pick out the big ass pauldrons and obnoxiously blue cape from the crowd of guards. When you were back in your world, Garen was one of your most hated champions. Despite the brain-dead skillset, he is a monster in the hands of a skilled player.
"You look annoyed, kid," Suum said. "Do you have a history with pauldrons?"
"You could say that," You grumbled. "So, how will this work?"
"Just aim me at the blockhead, and I'll do the rest."
Just like what Suum said, you aimed your arm toward Garen. A bright flash of light yanked your existence from your spot and was stashed a couple meters away. There was no darkness nor a momentary relief. One moment you were in a decrepit alleyway, and the next, you stood amongst a legion of fine-armored warriors, the Dauntless Vanguard.
"Are you okay, Crownguard?" A lightly armored, dark-skinned woman asked. You've played Legends of Runeterra and knew this woman to be Captain Arrika.
"I-" You stopped. Your voice had changed to a few octaves lower. For once, you sound like a man. "I am fine, Arrika. Just a little bit lightheaded."
"How about you take a rest? You've been training these warriors for hours now. I'll take the rest from here."
"Please do, Arrika. I appreciate it."
With that, you left the training hall, then secluded in a corner of the grand castle of Demacia, the Citadel of Dawn. You removed your gloves to see Suum's closed.
“Suum, are you there?” you asked. You touched his eyelid, but it remained shut despite trying to pry it open. Using Suum’s power must have knocked him unconscious. This leaves you more time to get your bearings now that you’ve become Garen Crownguard. You searched the grand castle halls for somewhere more secluded, and luckily, you arrived in what seemed to be a medieval bathroom. You locked yourself in and stared at your reflection in the petricite-lined mirror. You see the face of a gaunt man with short brown locks. Your blocky handsome head sits between two comically large pauldrons. You always assumed them to be heavy. Surprisingly, they are light. Or maybe, your body was just too strong. Anyway, you removed the clasp of the pauldrons from your shoulders and then your armor until the only thing left was a light brown tunic.
“Good fucking lord,” You said with Garen’s voice. “I have fucking muscles!”
You posed in front of the mirror and flexed your massive biceps until they were bulging to their limits. You can’t believe how strong you are. It feels like you have enough strength to carry the towering Petricite statues outside. The world looked so little with this power. You removed your tunic and found more bulging muscles underneath. Your stomach has abs! Actual fucking abs! You touched them with reprehension and giggled like a schoolgirl when you realized how hard they were.
Since Suum was still sleeping… Maybe… Just maybe… You wore Garen’s gauntlet, just in case. With that done, you removed the single belt that held your cuirass and pants. It’s the medieval age in Demacia, and you don’t think they use underwear here. As the metal and fabric fell on the floor, you were immediately met with the Crownguard’s pride and joy – a 7-inch flaccid cock. You’ve never had a cock so long. You’re so happy you could die. With your trembling hands, you grabbed the shaft and pulled the foreskin. Fuck! It felt so slick when you felt the foreskin reveal your tip. Before Suum could wake up and see what you wasted his power on, you jerked your massive dick with hunger and vigor. You felt it increase in size and heavier with every pump you’ve made. You don’t know where it came from, but you found yourself moaning “Demacia” as you drew nearer to the edge. Through grit and perseverance, your dick exploded into a massive spray of hot ropes of cum. It stained your abs and floor, and some even reached the Petricite-lined mirror. Your massive chest was heaving, and you were racing to gather your breath. For a moment, you forgot the pressing situation at hand. The only thing in your mind was the pleasing realization that you’ve milked Garen’s dick. You didn’t even care if someone saw you. And someone did see you.
The door opened to a familiar sight.
“Garen!” Jarvan IV said with an initial surprise on his face. “It’s those days, huh?”
“What do you mean those days?” You thought.
Jarvan IV washed his hand in the sink and cared nothing about the thick cum dripping on his reflection. You wanted to stand but your dick was still cumming despite reaching your climax a minute ago! Garen was either edging for months, or this body was built differently.
“Garen, find a fuck hole to satisfy your dick already. We can’t keep losing a portion of Demacia’s annual budget just to pay the poor stewards that clean your cum whenever you feel horny.” Jarvan said while he continued to wash his hands. “This is the last time, or I’ll tell Lux. Hell! I’ll even tell it to Shyvanna and Xin for the kicks of it. You’ll be known as Garen, the cum stainer of the Citadel of Dawn.”
With that, Jarvan left the restroom with cataclysmic laughter. It was also your cue to stand up and clean up after yourself. And just as you left the restroom, likely for some poor sod to see and clean, Suum woke up.
“Kid, how was the new body?”
“Go– good…” You said with a blush.
“You jerked off, didn’t you?”
“Wh- what!? No.”
“Don’t bother lying. I do that all of the time whenever I possess someone’s body. Anyway, what’s next? That body you’re in looks like he’s got a high reputation around these parts. It can probably get us anywhere in this place. Where will you head next?”
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