Assassins are dangerous, but there are always bigger predators around. Donot make them angry.

Katarina prowled about in a rather peculiar place: The Ixtal Jungle. Quite obviously, the redheaded assassin was out of place there, which was precisely the point.
To her, this was new territory: Dangerous, exciting and it required new skills, ones she still worked on perfecting. Predators lurked in the dark, danger awaited her around every other corner.
Life was rough here, demanding and brutal. The only thing that mattered was the strength to survive. It wasn't so different from her home, if a bit more primal.
She struggled far less than one might have expected. After all the woman was skilled, driven, and she had a goal: To refine her techniques and talents, to become even deadlier.
Anything to regain her father's favor, to bring prestige to her family's name and to be the deadly weapon she was always meant to be.

There was one target which she was very interested in. A massive jungle cat prowled the jungle, a truly dangerous predator that was widely feared. It was a perfect target for her. She wanted to push and prove herself, what better way was there, than to stalk and take down a target like that?
Katarina was clever, she bid her time and learned about the intricacies of the jungle. Cloaked, the woman followed his tracks. Massive claw markings from his previous battles and discarded bolas told her quite a few things about him, and the way he hunted. Obviously he was suited for close combat, and those bolas were how he caught prey. Useful to know, but it wasn't enough. Soon enough, she caught wind of a particular useful bit of information: Apparently the big jungle cat had a rival that he wished to hunt down, and held a massive grudge against. Good, that was something she could use.

The plan was easy: lure the predator out under false pretenses. Surprise him, make him use his strength and tools, lower his guard, exhaust him. Katarina would stack anything she could think of in her favor to take this beast down. She wasn't going to leave anything to chance. Failure was unacceptable, and nothing short of perfection was going to do.
All it took was a few rumors that Rengar's rival was prowling about this particular part of the jungle. It had to lure him here, and the junglecat would have some trouble believing somebody else had him in their crosshairs. But Katarina did, and there was one thing she had learned in this place: To use the terrain to her advantage, and its many denizens.

Rengar had been alerted that Kha'Zix had been spotted, and the junglecat readied himself for a brutal match. There was only one thing the beast wanted: Revenge. It was perfect bait, irresistible to the hunter.
So he went for it, cautiously. He couldn't really expect the type of trap that had been laid out for him, somebody was waiting for him.
All it took was a wrong step, and suddenly the ground trembled. A herd of angered, riled up animals stampeded into his direction. They seemed to need to vent their anger in some way, and the junglecat happened to be there.
It was a tedious fight for Rengar, and one that was going to occupy his attention. Even if not a truly dangerous one, it left him vulnerable to additional surprises.

He was in the middle of taking one of those animals down and trying to keep the rest at bay, then suddenly that cloaked figure appeared, barely at the edges of his vision. She was quick, dashing right into his personal space before he could brace. For a moment he saw that pretty face, her red hair, her emerald eyes, the scar over her eye, before a dagger appeared from her cloak. He tried to dodge and swipe at her, but Katarina was prepared and focused, she knew about his claws.

Suddenly, a sharp pain seared through his chest, and something yanked at his neck. The Pridestalker roared in pain. He had been stabbed, and quite seriously! Out of sheer rage and pure reflex he swiped out of her. He was quick, quick enough to drive his claws into her cloak. For a moment it looked like he had gotten a serious hit in, but the only thing that he had struck was her cloak as she discarded it. Suddenly, he could see it: The pretty, redheaded woman with a dagger in one hand, and his trophy collection in her other hand. His eyes widened, already the predator thought he was furious, but that sight made his blood boil. Even severely wounded, he wanted to go after her, leap at her, and then those damn beasts required all of his attention. Pain seared through him as one of them slammed themselves against his frame. Now this relatively safe fight had turned into a grim battle for his dear life.

Katarina wasn't sticking around for this one. As far as she was concerned she had bested the Pridestalker. Considering how deep the wound she had inflicted on him was, he wouldn't be able to follow her. More than likely the animals would finish him off, and she had proof of having bested him all in her palm. An impressive display of his many kills sat in her grip as she escaped. It was a bit primitive for her tastes, but impressive nonetheless. Just as impressive was that she had actually taken it. Anybody that knew about the Pridestalker's reputation certainly would be in awe. That junglecat was renowned for his skill and strength, after all.

Her job here was done. She had learned all she could from the jungle, honed her skills and taken proof of her mastery of this region. Of course, Rengar could still be alive, that was one loose end. Considering the blow she had dealt to him, she was rather certain that even if he survived, the predator would need a very long time to rest and recover. Far too long, and Katarina would be gone by then.

There was just one problem with that assessment: Rengar wasn't wounded severely for long. Vastayan blood, a powerful will to live, and great rage were all the junglecat needed to make it through the battle, even if barely. Perhaps it shouldn't have been surprising that he had inhuman healing abilities. Together with some of the jungle's healing plants the cat had stashed away. Truly, Rengar was lucky to be alive at all after that. Perhaps he should have been content with that setback and just left things as they were, but he was not.

The junglecat fumed and raged. He'd get back at her for this indignity, and reclaim his trophies.

The predator's tracking skills, and especially that fine nose, were top-notch. Going back to the site of the battle and picking up the remains of that cloak to catch her scent was easy. After that, he was well on her trail. Katarina was already well on her way to leaving the jungle, and he wasn't letting her get any further than the edge. Ever.
When he spotted her, she was just taking a break, and Rengar didn't pass up this opportunity. He was impulsive, driven, and a bundle of furred, primal rage.

The massive beast leapt, and that was all Katarina saw. Her reflexes were quick, and her daggers were in her hands immediately. She was just quick enough to parry those claws that would have torn her to shreds otherwise. He had momentum, weight and raw strength on his side. One of her daggers was knocked out of her hands, and she could only barely parry the next blow.

She wasn't strong enough to keep up with just one dagger, and Rengar plain overwhelmed her. Dashing away wasn't good enough, in spite of his bulk he was on her, and his paw gripped her wrist. At that point he didn't even have to actively wrestle the remaining dagger from her hand, it was practically in his grip already! All it took was one good squeeze to cause her enough pain to drop her remaining weapon. He pulled her arm high into the air, and the metal clanked to the ground.

Katarina suddenly found herself bested, her body being raised into the air high enough that her toes could only barely scrape the ground. Her green eyes went as wide as they could as she stared at the predator. That massive, hulking jungle cat was growling at her, looking at her with that one good eye. Clearly he was furious, and she saw her life flash before her eyes. This was it, this was how she was going to end.
But his eyes wandered to somewhere else. This was the damn thief that had taken his prize? He could scarcely believe it, but that necklace of his trophies hung around her neck - it had to be true.

Her voice barely got to him. She yammered something about finishing this, as if she had anything to say about this. The way it sounded like, it was like she was trying to command him in spite of her position. His eye wandered to her breasts. No, he wasn't going to let her off that easily.
"No. I will make you regret this, thief." His voice was low, rough and raspy. That massive furry muzzle rose, looking her right in the eye while she squirmed.
For just a few agonizing moments Katarina wondered what the hell he meant, but it became awfully clear quickly.

His oversized paw grabbed the straps holding her shoulder pads in place. Even though it was tough leather, his sharp claws and a good yank did short work of it. Her eyes looked on in horror, mouth agape as that paw wandered down and shredded the material covering her chest.
Her firm breasts bounced about in the open, and that seemed to reignite Katarina's will to fight. The woman squirmed, trying to twist out of his grasp.
"You can't do this, you damn animal!"

He very much could. Rengar showed her exactly that. His massive paw grabbed her breast, giving it a mean squeeze and digging his furry digits into her flesh, claws pricking her skin. All she could do was to grab his wrist and ease the weight on her arm a bit.
"You will pay, woman." He growled the words out, just to lean in and drag his tongue from the cleft of her breasts, up to her throat reaching to her cheek. Leaving a faint, glistening trail of saliva in its wake. Katarina could only gasp out as the roughly textured tongue tugged at her skin and let her feel its warmth. This couldn't be damn happening, she couldn't be disgraced like this!

Much to her dismay, however, she was out of tricks. She couldn't do more than try harder at what she already was doing: Squirm, repeat her protests and struggle. Rengar seemed unbothered, at best a little annoyed. He pinned her to the ground with a rough move that left her back crashing against the earth, his grip never ceasing.
The very last thing she expected was for him to become even more daring. His rough tongue lashed over her lips, he leaned in, pressing his furry muzzle against hers and that tongue dipped between them, getting a quick taste.
A low rumble came from the massive jungle cat. Victory sure tasted sweet. He'd make sure to get plenty of satisfaction from her body, and to make an example of her.

His massive paws became greedy. Roaming across her body, the claws left faint red marks as they trailed downwards. Both of them knew what he wanted, and he wouldn't be denied.
Katarina tried to utter some words, but she was silenced as the oversized junglecat forced her into a french kiss. That oversized muzzle locked with her lips, his tongue seemed to take up all the space in her mouth, forcing her to taste the predator. She thought about biting, but a sudden, firm paw grasping her throat and holding her still made her think twice about angering him further.
The slick muscle seemed to be everywhere all at once. Then she felt his paw grasp at her leggings as she cried out into the messy kiss.

One moment later his paw simply tore a good part of her leggings right off her body. The leather strained, leaving red marks on her body, until the material failed. While Katarina yowled out into the kiss - it was broken, and Rengar inspected his prey, his gaze wandering downwards.
She could see the smirk growing on his face as his good eye took in the sight of her unspoiled sex, looking so awfully nice, tight and inviting between her thighs. With how massive his frame was, his arm easily held her throat in his grip, and his muzzle shamelessly wedged itself between her thighs.

"Get- Ah!" Katarina's protest was interrupted mid-sentence as the junglecat's oversized tongue spread her sex apart with a powerful, rough lick, and plowed her folds apart. She squirmed, kicked at him, her hands grabbing his wrist. He couldn't be denied by such meager resistance, but it annoyed him enough to stop.
A growl, deep enough to make her feel like the earth was shaking underneath her, grew from the depths of his chest, Rengar stared her in the face, his form slowly looming over her, his shadow falling over her face as he snarled at her.
"You will learn your place."

With one move his loincloth was swept aside, revealing what he carried between his legs: A massive barbed feline shaft that stood mostly erect. The thrill of the hunt hadn't gotten to his head, but it had rushed to his loins.
Katarina's green eyes were wide in horror at that obscene display, how it flexed with his heartbeat and particularly when a drop of arousal leaked from his tip.
A visible shudder worked its way across her body, leaving her skin with goosebumps. "Get away from me, beast! I'll have your hide for this!"
While her voice exuded confidence, her expression and body did not. It made Rengar snicker as he pulled her face to the side, making one cheek kiss the ground, while he gave her another wet, fat lick across the other.

The predator was enjoying his victory. His free paw gripped and squeezed her breast as he positioned himself nicely between her legs, and that barbed length laid on her lower belly. That thing was easily reaching her belly-button!
Rengar grinned at her with satisfaction on his muzzle. It was time. His hips shifted while she tried to twist out of his grip.
"You're mine."
Just for a moment his pointed tip prodded against her folds, Katarina flinched, tightening up.

It didn't matter.

The power Rengar had in his hips ensured he drove right into her, ramming his shaft into her writhing body, forcing her insides to spread around him. Katarina arched her back, threw her head into her neck, and her eyes clenched shut as a sharp yowl escaped her. Sure, the redhead was a trained combatant - but Rengar had just speared through her virginity and caused her entire body to shake underneath him!

The predatory cat hissed through his teeth, shuddering from pleasure as her insides squeezed tightly around his shaft. He needed a moment himself to adjust to that feeling: The warmth around his shaft, and just how that fit body of hers kept gripping him made Rengar gasp out and growl at her.
For her tightness, he rewarded her: The barbed length inside her drooled arousal along her inner walls while the woman kept squirming and gasping for breath. She had a surprising amount of endurance, he had to give her that.

Between her trying to swallow the pain down, the feeling of stretching Katarina groaned out words. "Get.. off me- you bea-!" Her voice almost cracked in the middle of the sentence, just for her to be interrupted by Rengar's muzzle pressing against her lips, silencing her as he forced her into yet another kiss, his tongue dipping into her mouth and almost into her throat. That silenced her, and she could only mumble into the kiss, huffing for breath through her nose as he made sure she was unable to break the kiss, no matter how much she tried to pull her face away.

With slow bucks he worked his shaft into her, battering it deeper between her legs with surprisingly gentle thrusts for such an overbearing and massive predator. Katarina could feel every inch of that barbed shaft getting slowly hammered inside her, deeper, further. A visible impression of just how much meat he was battering into her faintly outlined his depth on the toned musculature of her abdomen. Not that she could see anything but the tip of his furry ear as the beast kept kissing her, until she felt faint from the lack of breath. He was working away at her at a steady pace, more and more filled her, until the fur of his loins started tickling her sex.

Suddenly the kiss was broken, and instantly Katarina was left gasping and panting for air in desperation. She tried to draw a full breath, but that wasn't possible when he just jack-hammered into her frame. It forced the breath right out of her, until at last the fur of his sheath messily made out with her overstretched folds.
Rengar groaned above her with great pleasure and delight, lowering his gaze to his prey to see the redheaded woman flustered, out of breath, panting like a whore. She looked awfully helpless for such a notorious assassin.

"I will take you.. as my trophy."

The Pridestalker groaned out the words, after having gotten somewhat accustomed to the tightness around his shaft. Katarina was taking in a lot! His length inside her was hard as stone, the rubbery barbs already tugging on her insides, and the junglecat hadn't even started pulling back.
He rocked against her, pressing harder into the woman and visibly shuddering from the pleasure he felt.
Katarina wanted to know what he really meant by that, but she didn't have the strength to utter any words. Especially not when Rengar started to truly work at her.

His muscular hips were powerful. No matter how tight she was, her body couldn't stop him. He started pulling that length out bit by bit, and the barbs tugged and raked along her insides. With her tightness the sensation was utterly overwhelming for the redhead, and Rengar was seeing that play out on her face.
Her face contorted at every little tug, mouth opening wide, eyelids fluttering as she gasped out, arching her back as her nerves were lit on fire and her muscles convulsed.
How could she possibly deal with that utter onslaught of sensations? Her folds were being stretched far around that slab of barbed meat, and while the force of him shoving that thing inside her pressed the breath out of her body, when he withdrew it tickled embarrassing, high-pitched sounds from the assassin.

She tried to get a few words in, to try and deny him. Before he actually started thrusting that was already overly difficult. When he did, the strength of the massive predator made her entire body rock forward with each savage thrust. The sound of his hips bashing against her rear joined the sound of her gasping, groaning and then moaning out.
The sight was more than depraved, with Katarina's legs far spread around Rengar's hips, feet kicking into the air. His hips working like a machine to just hammer himself inside, plowing her apart with strength and forcing her to cry and whimper out high pitched moans. Delicious moans that put a lecherous grin on the cat's massive muzzle.

The entire experience became a feverish blur for Katarina: Of powerful paws tugging at her body, warm drool dripping onto her skin. Sweat and fur mixed together with harsh, savage thrusts that reached so incredibly deeply into her core. The edges of her vision became white, her voice reached ever higher, and then it happened.
He growled out in a low, ragged tone, his muscles tightened, his shaft flexed within her, the barbs on his shaft digging into her insides. Hell, she even felt the way his furry, heavy balls twitched, drawing up against his body and then.. started filling her. One heavy throb after another. His essence soothing the awful feeling of stretching she had to endure.

Her entire body shuddered and twitched, she moaned out at him, seeming rather out of it. It was all a fever dream to her, except for when his paw grabbed her face and forced her to look him in the eye. He moaned out at her in a low, breathless gasp, followed by him hissing through his teeth, inhaling air while his chest swelled with pride, and a few words come rumbled out from him:
"I will take you as my prize, woman."

Katina would keep the collection of trophies around her neck, but it would come mean something very different as she became intimately familiar with his hunting techniques.