Galio x Poppy (League of Legends) and the Pewter Pounder

Galio sat as still as stone, looking out from the top of the Demacian Watch-tower, keeping a vigilant eye on the scrambling people below. He was always there, day in and day out, a champion of justice, of the gritty alleyways of Demacia. He always got the jump on the bad guys. He was the best there was.

 

"Hey there, stoneface." Came a voice from behind him. Galio swung around from his perch, bewildered to have been caught from behind unawares.

 

"What?!" He roared, but upon seeing the diminutive figure before him, he relaxed. "Oh, hello blacksmith." He chuckled a bit, completely surprised he couldn't recognize her from her voice. She was the only one who called him 'stoneface'. "How can I help you?" Poppy shuffled her shield, looking a bit anxious.

 

"I'm, uhhhh..." she hesitated. "Kind of lookin' for someone." Poppy looked from Galio to the floor, making weird coughing noises as she began to blush.

 

"blacksmith, what on earth are you going on about?" Galio asked, his curiosity piqued. Poppy sighed and dropped her shield and hammer, running her fingers through her dirty, knotted hair.

 

"Oh, forget it." Poppy groaned, and grabbed Galio by the shoulder and kissed him. Her stout yet strong tongue wormed its way into Galio's spout, as he grunted in confusion and strained under the strong grip of the iron ambassador. His slimy, twisting tendril snaked and slithered around in his mouth, trying to avoid locking into combat with the strong yordle tongue. It merely taunted her, as she cased it down to the ends of his cavernous mouth, finally finding their target. He could not help but oblige her silent request, but quickly threw her off at long last.

 

"Poppy!" he spat, reeling from the broken kiss. "What has gotten over you?! I never asked for this!" She grimaced and gasped for breath.

 

"You know you're not a bad kisser, stoneface." She said. Then, with a Heroic Charge, she threw herself at Galio and caused them to tumble gracelessly through the air. Galio clings to the girl, not being able to carry the weight of her armor and himself as they fall to the vacant room below. Crashing through the roof, Poppy rolls out of Galio's grip as he lays dazed and confused on the ground below. For a mortal creature this fall would be fatal, but he is Galio, the Sentinel's Sorrow, and therefore immune to absurd notions like gravity.

 

However, he is still dizzy from the concussive force of the impact. Poppy looks down at the exposed and defenseless Galio, and drops her armor. "I've been waiting for a chance like this." She remarks.

 

"Wh- huh?" He says, sounding as if he took a sip of Gangplank's grog. As he tries to pick himself up off the ground, he comes head-to-head with Poppy's giant metal strap-on.

 

"I had this specifically designed with you in mind." She remarks, as it plops gently against Galio's forehead. "I call it 'The Hammer'." Galio tries to regain his senses as he gazes horrified at the piece of work in front of him. With a heavy cock slap, he is stunned still. Poppy makes her way behind him, hefting the heavy hard-on towards his back-door.

 

"Don't you worry, stoneface. It won't even hurt you, probably." She says, as she pushes the steel rod against his unexposed asshole.

 

"No, don't g-" he is about to say, but is cut off as he begins yelling in pain, his bulwark being slowly penetrated by the massive metal member. Poppy sidles in slowly, and finally, as the whole ten inches finds its way into his inner sanctum, she pulls back and thrusts, a devastating blow to his already weakened defenses. He howls with pain, as his own little sentinel hardens from the brutal assault on his posterior. His finely chiselled ass accomodates her masterpiece, as she pulled his thin, stone tail up to get a better look at his assets. "Please..." he begs, as he collapses on all four, "Stop, I'm-" Poppy slaps his ass with her gloved hand, interrupting his train of thought.

 

"You feelin' okay, stoneface?" She remarks, as his Idol of Durand twitched enticingly from beneath. "Looks like your little guy needs some attention." She says, as she reaches down and begins to stroke it. He groans into the debris from their mighty fall, as she treats him to a double-tap on his genitalia. She stops her teasing to land a Resolute Smite upon his granite glutes, the resounding SMACK causing Galio to buck once more into Poppy's abuse. "Looks like you like this a lot."

 

He lets out his breath in a Righteous Gust, clearing more dust from his face, buried in the dirt. "They call me the Paragon of Demacia for a reason, you know." Poppy shares, as she proudly pounds into him. Galio's breath shudders as he tries to keep himself steady, but Poppy simply rocks his world far too hard for him to think straight. as his body heaves, his Sentinel begins to weep, letting out a dimly glowing white substance in quick bursts, as it mixes in with the dirty floor below.

 

Just as he comes, the air begins to crackle as Kassadin finds himself in the midst of their love-making. "I heard there was some kind of commotion over at the wa-" he begins, but silences himself as he observes the heaving gargoyle bent over by the diminutive dwarf.

 

"I'll come back later." He says, as he rift walks his way out.