Cassiopeia eats Katarina

Cassiopeia could barely keep a wry smile from crawling up her lips as she looked across the lane and saw a familiar face leaning up against the tower. As the younger sister of the renowned Noxian Du Coutaeus, she had always found herself one step behind her far more famous family. She hadn't the mind for strategy like her father, nor the skill with the blade of her sister- but she had her own ways, ways that had served her quite well until the unfortunate incident that rendered her the monster she was now. Her luxurious hair was hard and leathery, her luscious skin rough, ugly scales, and a lengthy tail replaced the slender, nubile legs she once called her own. Stuck as some disgusting hybrid of snake and woman, the only delight she received now was from annihilating those who stood against her at the League of Legends.

 

And who was her opponent today but her darling, perfect sister Katarina, twirling a knife between her fingers as she pretended not to notice her younger sibling staring her down in the distance. Her fingers were moving with practiced precision, dancing along her dagger's hilt like she was caressing a lover's skin. She casually ran a hand through her long, crimson hair, shifting her bangs from her eyes to show the only flaw on her otherwise pristine body, a jagged scar that ran over her eye. She tapped her boot against the turret impatiently, an unreadable expression on her face.

 

Just watching her made Cassiopeia's blood boil. She clenched her fists, only to be rewarded with the sharp pain of her claws scraping open her arm. She watched the red liquid trickle down her wrist, its color bringing to mind the a fine wine, or her own, passionate lips.

 

“Runeterra calling Snake-Lady Cassiopeia, Runeterra calling Snake-Lady Cassiopeia please~” came the unmistakable voice of the yordle Lulu into her mind. The unwanted presence invaded her thoughts with more force than all of Noxus's armies combined, and the horrors of her pitch were something their greatest alchemists could only hope to match. “Please make your way to the lizard elder to assist Dragon-Lady Shyvana in beginning her jungle! Thank you~”

 

It took all of the Noxian's will not to respond with a snide remark, but she slithered southward regardless, rounding the trees that led to the lizard elder.

 

*

 

The center of the Rift was always a very tense lane, made even more so by the tangible enmity separating the two combatants. There was physical space between them as well, with Cassiopeia keeping a fair distance away from her sister. The assassin could close the gap between them in an instant, given the chance, and melee combat was something Katarina excelled at. They'd achieved a sort of uneasy rhythm, with Cass throwing out clouds of poison to melt the minions surging forth, while Kat's dagger sliced through her sister's forces. Only stray shots were aimed at each other, mostly dealing inconsequential damage that could be shrugged off with health potions.

 

She kept her eyes fixed on her sister even while obliterating the minions trudging ever forward. Katarina would take long, determined strides, never two in the same direction as she wavered back and forth like the head of a serpent. She always moved, never still in fear of giving her opponent an opening to exploit as she struck down her blue, faceless enemies.

 

Cassiopeia realized she'd been staring at her sister's legs for far too long. The leather pants covered them so tightly they almost looked like a second skin, reminding her eerily of her own, scaly tail. She was captivated by their sight: Maybe it was simply jealousy, as she admired those beautiful limbs she no longer had. Fate had been so cruel to take her beauty, the one thing she could hold over her sister from her. The thought pierced her mind, bringing sweat to her brow and making her stomach turn over in revulsion. Every second she spent looking at that mannequin of what she could have been felt like an eternity. Her breaths became more shallow, like her energy was sapping itself away. Anger wasn't a new emotion to her, but this? This was different. This disgusting instinct was something new. Those lithe movements were evoking...

 

Her train of thought was callously interrupted as she realized she'd been inching forward the entire time. Katarina had noticed the opportunity and sprung forward in an instant, appearing behind her and driving a dagger into her side. “Too slow, little sis,” she teased, readying another strike.

 

Fortunately her summoner saw the situation and teleported her backwards in a flash of light, closer to the safety of her turret. Kat was ready for that as well, flashing forward herself and keeping pace. Cursing her carelessness, she spewed a cloud of miasma from her fingertips, hoping to bog the assassin down so she could return to safety. Undaunted, Katarina pursued her sister, sensing her weakness and eager to secure the kill. The tower would activate in only a few more steps, but that was more than enough time to get off the final strike needed to strike Cassiopeia down. The naga prepared herself for the pain of death, cursing the inattention that had led to this predicament.

 

Once again, she didn't notice the approach of another. This time, it was a shadow that draped across the lane, a pair of massive wings heralded by a roar that threatened to rip the ground itself in two. Shyvana tore her way over the treeline, a gout of flame spewing from her mouth as she dove on top of Katarina, the assassin caught completely off guard by the sudden appearance of the dragon. She'd used the bulk of her energy and even her summoner's flash to chase down her enemy, and for that hubris she'd left herself completely open to outside interference. And unfortunately for her, outside interference happened to be the half-dragon's specialty.

 

Katarina didn't even have the time to curse her misfortune before Shyvana's jaws closed around her head, teeth biting into her flesh to hold her in place. The assassin made a desperate move to grab a dagger from her belt, but she could only clumsily swipe at her attacker, the blade barely making a scratch on Shyvana's hardened scales. She cried out, half in pain and half in anger, shifting her focus to squirming out of the dragon's maw. Her struggles were met with an encroaching tongue that shot between her legs and began dragging her into its stifling, damp throat.

 

Cassiopeia watched her sister be devoured with a macabre fascination. Those tantalizing legs were now hanging limp from between Shyvana's lips, her leather pants torn and exposing her supple flesh underneath. Now, rather than be jealous of Katarina, her ire was with the dragon swallowing her sister down whole. She could only imagine the sweet taste of the sweat that dripped from her legs, flavoring her skin like the seasoning on a roasted piece of meat. She stared, enamored by what she couldn't have, as Shyvana tossed her head back and slurped down those dangling limbs with a gulp that practically resounded across the Summoner's Rift. The assassin's lovely, voluptuous form could be seen making a bulge in the dragon's neck, sliding down before joining with the stomach, adding little more than a small bump to her belly.

 

Katarina has been slain, came the voice of the announcer over the rift. Shyvana saw fit to make her own proclamation in the form of a loud, satisfied belch, loosing a dagger from between her teeth that fell lifelessly to the grass in the lane. “You're welcome,” she said soon after, passing her teammate a coy wink before trudging back into the jungle, digestion already working its way at the new addition to her stomach.

 

It was only when Cassiopeia had recalled back to the base did she realize she'd been blushing the entire time.

 

*

 

Home sweet home, or whatever it is one could call the dog-eat-dog country of Noxus. It was the 'eat' part of that statement that flooded Cassiopeia's mind as she lay on her bed, staring at the dark ceiling of her room while replaying the day's events. A single image stuck in her head, that of her sister dangling helplessly in Shyvana's jaws, waiting to be swallowed like a hunk of meat. That sound, too- the gentle gluk that signaled her descent down the dragon's throat. It resonated between her ears, replaying again and again as she watched the scene in her head.

 

Her fingers, once with beautiful, lacquered nails and now tipped hideous claws, began to grip at where her scales met flesh, begging to perform an act she knew wouldn't bring her the satisfaction she craved. Her body craved the pleasure she could bring herself with a few, careful strokes of her fingertips, the thoughts flooding her mind bringing an all too familiar tingle to her most sensitive area. Her fangs were sinking into her bottom lip as she bit down, sending a trickle of blood dripping to the luxurious cushions she'd draped herself upon.

 

Blood for Noxus. She'd given more than blood. She'd given her entire body for Noxus, and for what? To be cast aside in favor of her sister the moment her usefulness had come to an end? Not even her fantasies were free from that damnable bitch. Now here she was, wallowing in the shadow of that woman, unable to even bring herself the pleasure her mind was demanding she satisfy because of the cursed form her loyalty to Noxus had forced upon her.

 

Her room felt stifling. Everything about it reminded her of the life she once lived, from the crimson drapes on the windows that would afford her privacy, to the silken sheets that once felt so right against her luscious skin. Now, what were once comforts were bearing down like the foul, gaudy distractions that they truly were.

 

She stormed out without so much as a word, leaving her bedroom behind to clear her mind in the open halls of the Du Coutaeu estate. At that time of night there were few milling about but random guards and servants performing their duties, each standing aside as the easily recognized form of Cassiopeia slithered by. Her mood followed her like poisonous miasma, and even those without a hint of perception could sense her ire. The whims she indulged in when such a mood were not the sort of things ordinary men or women ever deigned to involve themselves with.

 

Her many minutes of wandering were only interrupted when she found herself outside of Katarina's room. Her subconscious, she realized, had brought her there for reasons she could easily guess. The red-haired bitch had been on her mind for the better part of the day, so of course she'd want to resolve the plague upon her mind. She knew of only one way to do that.

 

Subterfuge had always been Cassiopeia's specialty, and her adept hands easily picked the lock on her sister's bedroom door. Did she imagine the click of the lock snapping out of place, or would Kat have heard it as well? If the assassin was asleep- and with any luck she would be- such a sound couldn't be enough to wake her. Even with her honed senses, she was likely to be exhausted after her day spent in the Summoner's Rift, and the peaceful repose she'd fell into wouldn't be interrupted so easily.

 

The door noiselessly cracked open, barely adding to the ambient glow of the room already illuminated by moonlight. In contrast to her younger sister's quarters, Katarina's room was far simpler. A simple, large bed lay at the far end with a few pillows for comfort. A few knives of varying sizes hung on the walls, and a Noxian flag dominated the space behind her bed. She never did put much stock into needless decoration; perhaps that was why she was the one who would act so recklessly with her life.

 

The woman herself was sprawled across her disheveled bed, her body exposed to the warm air of the night. Her hair was splayed across her pillow, falling wherever it saw fit to spread to like an angel of blood behind her head. Cassiopeia's eyes, supernaturally adjusted to the darkness, followed the lithe curves of her sister's body. The lean form belied the muscles just beneath her somewhat tanned skin, only marred by the occasional scar that cut across her otherwise immaculate self.  A black bra covered her breasts, the mounds rising and falling with each breath she took. They curved down to her abdomen, which widened again into her hips, with a silky pair of panties matching her bra the only thing protecting her modesty.

 

Simply delectable. She was presenting herself on a platter, just waiting to be taken, and Cassiopeia would be happy to oblige in the invitation.

 

Her lack of footfalls made for a completely silent approach, and soon she was at Katarina's bedside, looming over her in preparation for her deed. Her lips tingled. She yearned to feel them pressed against her sister's warmth, to have her tongue cross her skin and taste her unique flavor. The desire was unbearable in spite of how wrong it was. The very thought both repulsed and fascinated her, making her hesitate. A minute passed, followed by another, as she stood with her emotions in a maelstrom.

 

Finally, perhaps out of mere coincidence, Katarina's eyes opened. Her vision as well as her thoughts dulled by fatigue, she could barely process what she was looking at. There was her sister, at her bedside. Why? Was this a dream, was-

 

Their lips met. It was like opening a floodgate, with a torrent of emotions gushing forth from that moment. Katarina was in too much a state of shock to resist, but Cassiopeia felt the world disintegrating around her. She was no longer in a room, or even in the open air of the outside. She was in free fall, with only her and her sister. There was no rush of air, however, only absolute stillness. Neither struggled, neither moved. What seemed like hours was only a second or two, no longer.

 

When she finally pulled back there was only silence. Katarina was speechless, unable to think that this was anything but some bizarre, exhaustion-produced dream. For Cassiopeia, however, it hadn't been enough. Her stomach still quivered, her lips were practically oozing saliva. She practically collapsed atop her sister, arms wrapping around her as she went in for another passionate embrace. She didn't know if she was enjoying it or not. She needed something more, something kisses weren't bringing her. But it was her mouth that yearned for the red-haired assassin, she knew!

 

She realized that her lips were parting, and her mouth was opening wider. Instead of a kiss, it was like she was sucking on the woman's face. She was above and below her lips, practically touching her nose- yet they were still parting even more. It was no longer a kiss, it was something more than that.

 

She was eating her.

 

After all, that's what she was: A snake. A very large snake, with very honed, very predatory instincts, amplified by the person she had been before her transformation. As the supple, smooth skin passed against her lips she realized entirely what was happening. She had the opportunity to stop at that very moment, to break away and never mention the moment again, but she did not. She didn't know if it was instinct, or lust, or revenge for some imagined slight, but she wanted this woman. She wanted to swallow Katarina whole.

 

Both parties only realized what was going on when it was already too late to stop it. With her head completely engulfed, Katarina began to struggle, her arms desperately lashing out for something to use to defend herself, or even just a solid object to get a grip on. Without a dagger in reach, however, her struggles were futile. She grabbed a sheet from her bed, but that simply tore away as the Cassiopeia's throat began pulling her further in.

 

As for Cass, her initial uncertainty was melting down into pure bliss. Her skin was bulging outward as her sister's head moved by it, the stretching feeling bizarrely natural, despite the fit being so tight that one could see the contours of Katarina's face against her throat. Saliva dripped from her mouth, soaking the assassin's body as well as she bed she had been laying upon. She squeezed her meal's shoulders into her mouth, and soon after was met with the two sizable mounds that were her sister's breasts. They squished between her lips, and soon their tips, covered in the silk bra, were brushing by her tongue before vanishing down the vast expanse of her throat.

 

From there, getting the rest of her body down was child's play. As soon as her prey's breasts were swallowed up, she tilted her head backwards, lifting Katarina from the ground and pointing her legs towards the ceiling. Her effort was met with kicks of protest, as the assassin's arms were pinned to her sides with the encasement of her shoulders. They were vain efforts, however, as gravity had taken over the work, allowing Cassiopeia to simply swallow with a series of euphoric gulps, each tug of her throat pulling her sister in until it was only her two, wriggling feet left outside. Soon, not even those remained, as a final gulp brought the last of her from her room and into her new place of rest, Cassiopeia's stomach.

 

With her airway finally cleared, the predatory naga let out a resounding sigh of satisfaction, flopping down on her sister's bed to rest after performing such a strenuous deed. It was over, despite the struggles in her stomach attempting to tell her otherwise. Katarina was determined to attempt to claw her way to freedom until the very end, flesh pressing against her from all sides as the sting of acid began to wash across her body. She cried out, and Cassiopeia could feel the struggles intensify. Like a desperate, trapped animal she was lashing out against everything in reach, but there was no hope of breaking free.

 

“You little bitch!” her prey screamed, her voice muffled by the walls of flesh. Her physical struggles were worthless, to be sure, but she was determined to at least have the last word. “How dare you! I'm your sister! Have you anything to say for yourself, you whore!”

 

Cassiopeia's response was to belch, after which she brought a hand to her mouth and grinned. “Oh, excuse me,” she cooed, rubbing her other hand against the lump that was her sister.

 

“To hell with you!” Katarina shrieked, trying to punctuate her demand with a kick. Either her legs were running out of energy, or they were simply too tightly constricted, however, as no movement could be roused from them. “This isn't a game! You'll kill me! What would our father think of this?”

 

“In Noxus, it's survival of the fittest,” said Cassiopeia. “And I have no more words to waste on a simple meal.” She stretched out on her sister's bed, resting her head against the pillow and smiling to herself. A large, wet spot was the only thing that even hinted of the struggle that had just occurred, a mixture of drool and sweat that marked the spot where Katarina had been devoured. Looking at that spot brought only an intense, warm feeling for the naga, as she drifted off into slumber with a hand on her stomach.

 

For Katarina, however, her sleep was decidedly less comfortable. Beset on all sides by the terrors of her sister's stomach, she flailed and writhed to try to escape the encroaching acids. She was being digested, she knew, and she would try anything to get away from the pain. She hadn't even a layer of clothing to protect her, however, and her skimpy nightwear was doing nothing to stave off the stinging sensation. For the first time in what felt like ages, she sobbed. They were bitter tears as she realized this was her end. She'd been killed before, but the League would always resurrect her. Outside of the Summoner's Rift, however, there were no rules to prevent true death. There existed magic to reanimate corpses, but her fate wouldn't even leave remains behind. Perhaps stray bones and the tattered scraps of her underwear, but nothing substantial to give her a chance at life.

 

That was how the master assassin met her end, crying in her sister's stomach as the powerful muscles pressed in around her, digesting her alive as morning slowly rose over Noxus.