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The snow is cold against his skin, no longer melting instantly against its warmth. He’s been crouched behind the trees, waiting for the tiger boy to walk through. This was a common path taken to his village, and there was no way this colossal fuck up was going to miss out on an opportunity to question everyone that resided there.

Kayn knows that as an archeologist, Ezreal’s entire job was to explore, find, and analyze (...and profit). So when Ezreal had heard about the Zodiac Relics that had been lost to time he claimed it was in his blood to find them. Unfortunately, that unleashed an all-powerful evil sorceress, Lissandra, who wants to kill any and everything in her path. That was all the intel Kayn was given on the idiot explorer, who was currently on his way to their peaceful village to do gods knows what. Thankfully, Kayn was their leader, and he would never let some novice explorer ruin all his hard work — Rhaast needed a new sacrifice anyway. The demon that shared his mind was once again demanding blood in exchange for power, which charged his snow moon cult. If not for the law Kayn had enacted upon becoming the village’s new ruler, the inhabitants would have been long gone.

“HERE HE COMES… WHAT A…UNIQUE AROMA… IS HE IN SOME SORT OF HEAT? I CAN SMELL HIM FROM HERE.”

“How am I supposed to know? All I know is that he’s part tiger. Even if he is, why does it matter? We’re just going to sacrifice him anyway.”

“IT WOULD BE A SHAME TO PASS UP SUCH AN ENJOYABLE OPPORTUNITY, DON’T YOU AGREE?”

Kayn scoffs, “Are you saying you want to fuck him before you kill him?”

“NOT ME, KAYN. WE. DON’T ACT AS IF YOU ARE ABOVE YOUR DESIRES.”

The oblivious adventurer stumbles over a branch embedded in the dirt. Kayn emerges from behind the tree, stepping in front of him before he can fall — he falls directly into his chest, as planned.

“Careful there, little explorer.”

Ezreal stares up at him, terrified, clearly startled by the sudden entrance. He quickly pushes himself off Kayn.

“Who are you? Are you from the village nearby?” Frantically looking around, Ezreal was clearly looking for an opportunity to escape. Kayn curbed the tiger’s plans quickly by pinning him against a tree; the rough bark scratched the pristine white cloth of the tiger’s coat, and a blush crept up his neck and cheeks.

“I am from the village! How perceptive.” Kayn’s stalking eyes rake through Ezreal’s shivering figure. “You feelin’ a little cold? I’m sure I can help with that.” Leaning in close to his ear, he relished how he shuddered against him.

“I- I’m fine- Just get away!” Ezreal squirmed, “ I’m warning you!” His futile attempts to push away were cute, but his continuous resistance was less so. There wasn’t much time before Kayn needed to prepare for the moon ritual — the snow would begin to fall again soon.

“Is that truly what you want? I could sense your heat from miles away. It would be a shame to let you walk away without doing something about it, no?” Cold fingertips caress his exposed chest absentmindedly. With a smirk, Kayn’s eyes flash down to his hand and back up to shy, averted eyes that snap back to meet his own at the words.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. What do you want from me? You knew I wanted to find the village, and you want something in return, right? Typical-“ Claws instantly wrap around the soft flesh of his throat, forcibly cutting off his words.

“Watch it, cub. Your tongue is getting too brave for my liking. If you want my help, and furthermore my protection, you will respect me and follow my orders. Do you understand your pathetic position now?” Rhaast’s anger slips through his tone, only releasing his grip on the tiger’s neck when he frantically nods and his tail tucks between his legs.

He always loved a meal that cowered in fear before it was devoured.

“QUIT TOYING WITH YOUR FOOD. IT'S GROWING STALE, KAYN.”

Even when released, Ezreal doesn’t speak, finally giving in to the desire that radiated off him. Icy blue eyes flicker across his body, and a small noise slips from his mouth as Kayn dips his head below his jawline, licking over the forming red hand mark on his neck as a silent reminder that this was only the beginning.

Unfortunately, the demon was right in that this back-and-forth was growing old. The tiger was on board, so there was no longer a reason to deny himself. Kayn didn’t want to deal with Ezreal getting handsy and needy; this encounter wasn’t exactly supposed to cater to anyone but him anyway. Pulling the knot open with his free hand, he swiftly binds Ezreal’s wrists with the cloth headband, letting his hair fall free around his shoulders.

“Why are you tying me up? What are you going to do with me?” Ezreal was obviously skilled in asking stupid questions that would get him into more trouble. Despite his questions, he didn’t try to fight back or break free, in fact, his tail now slowly snaked around Kayn’s leg.

“If you ask any more questions, I’ll gag you instead.” Kayn opts to ignore the inquiries altogether — he knows the tiger knows the answers already.

Sex was not something Kayn regularly or ever participated in; simply, it didn’t interest him. His concern lies in power, and how to get more of it — it’s the reason he has a contract with a demon in the first place. Whether it was the cub’s heat or the horny demon, he didn’t know, but something in him needed whatever was in front of him right now, and it just so happened to be this particular tiger boy.

Cold fingers dip below the rope belt. Kayn’s lips ghost over Ezreal’s neck. He kisses the reddening skin gently; he can feel Rhaast’s confusion in his mind, the comment that’s about to come out. A sharp bite cuts it off, and sharp fangs sink into the tiger’s neck, piercing through the skin. The cub lets out a delicious squeak and a following whine.

How… cute.

Those fingers end up finding something unexpected, but not unwelcome. Pressing a smile to the reddening neck, he whispers, “Look how wet you are. What a whore, being turned on by a stranger that could kill you instantly.” His fingers slot themselves on either side of his clit, drawing out small noises from the pink lips his eyes seemed to be fixated on.

Something is wrong. Kayn’s head snaps to the side. There are heavy footsteps in the distance and a dark presence that isn’t his own demon. The cub hasn’t even noticed the change in mood — the lack of survival instincts for someone part tiger is quite astounding.

Ezreal’s eyes blink open slowly, finally noticing the abrupt stop in lewd motions. Kayn unties him swiftly and drags him away before any of his millions of annoying questions can be asked. The cub is thrown quickly over Kayn’s broad shoulder when he starts to trip over the undone rope belt hanging loose at his sides. The footsteps grow louder, faster; harder behind them, and Kayn starts to feel the tiger panic and squirm over his shoulder.

“Calm down. You’re fine.” Kayn’s crude attempt at calming Ezreal down, unsurprisingly, doesn’t work. His squirming continues, making it hard for Kayn to stride as far as he normally could, even with the added weight of an entire human being slung over his shoulder. “Stop moving. If you want to get caught, tell me now so I can leave you here to die,” Kayn bemoans, paired with a sigh and a slap to the thigh next to his cheek.

“No! Don’t leave me here! I’m just anxious, okay?!” Ezreal hits Kayn’s back weakly as if it would change his mind rather than annoy him further. With another sigh, the assassin keeps walking through the spiked brush, his hands locked tightly on the tiger.

The village was finally in sight now, and Rhaast was growing restless with the coming nightfall. The orange and pink colors of the painted sky would usually mark the beginning of his preparation phase for the snow moon ritual — unfortunately, he was hauling a whining boy through rows of prying eyes in his village.

“IT’S A WONDER I DON’T KILL THEM ALL. THESE BACKGROUND ACTORS NEVER KNOW TO MIND THEIR OWN BORING BUSINESS.”

“Calm yourself, Rhaast. The preparations will begin soon — there’s no need to get so ahead of ourselves. The bloodshed can wait...” Kayn rolls his eyes as shrine maidens open the large stone doors of the temple; the rumble in the ground shakes them enough to squeeze a noise out of the cub.

“Rhaast? Who is that? Who are you talking to? Where are we going? You’re not going to kill me, right? Is that blood?!” And here come the questions…

It was already bad enough that the shrine maidens kept judgmental eyes on them, and now, of course, the idiot was making it worse. The sacrifices are usually subdued by this point, the fact that Kayn took his time with this specific target probably looks suspicious to the maidens of the temple. Despite being their leader, not everyone here is fond of Kayn — trust isn’t something that easily flows among a group of assassins.

“Are you cursed to be the most annoying creature on the planet?” Kayn growls, low in contrast to the loud stupidity sitting upon his shoulder. “Know when to shut your mouth before I shut it for you.”

"YOUR THREATS MEAN NOTHING IF YOU DO NOT ACT UPON THEM.”

All these comments are starting to give Kayn a headache.

He sets the tiger down on the velvet bed of his room — freshly washed linens, courtesy of the maidens — and Kayn notices how the plush red fabric sits nicely against Ezreal’s pale skin, contrasting with glowing blue stripes. Heat rises in both of their cheeks — Ezreal because his heat is starting to bother him again, and Kayn because he noticed he was staring for a little too long.

Taking the knife hidden in the strap of his thigh, he holds it up to the huffing cub’s neck. “Not so talkative now are we, pretty thing?” Kayn leans in close, dragging the tip down the delicate flesh of his chest. Of course, it wasn't hard enough to break skin — it was only a threat after all. “The oh-so brave cougar turned out to just be a sad little kitten.”

Ezreal shivered with a whimper, rubbing his thighs together.

The sight in front of Kayn was simply delicious, something he wouldn't mind seeing more than once if he had the choice. But, he refuses to get attached. He won’t. He never has before, so why was this becoming an issue now?

Kayn shakes his head as if to literally shake away the internal conflict he wasn’t winning from either side.

“STOP LETTING YOUR MIND WANDER WHEN YOU HAVE A DELICIOUS SLAB OF MEAT IN FRONT OF YOU!”

With a sigh, Kayn regains his composure and cuts the rope tying the gloved wrists together. “Take off your clothes.”

He lets out a breath he didn't know he was holding, returning to his preparations. He starts to move on autopilot, letting his mind blank out for his usual duties: untie the victim, undress the victim, force the slow-acting poison, sacrifice, and repeat. That’s all there is to it, and nothing more. Except, right now, he was behind, and if he didn't move fast enough, the ceremony wouldn't begin on time and Rhaast would be angry. It's only happened once before when the temple messed up the timing of the moon. Kayn was still newly appointed and the village didn't quite trust his odd moral compass yet. But now, they know whenever the ritual isn't performed, the village is ransacked by the monsters of the Blood Moon.

A small bowl sits on a silver platter on the desk just behind him. A small glass vial sits beside the wooden bowl, carefully procured pomegranate wine and another smaller bowl of melted chocolate. Kayn takes his time mixing the ingredients, stirring with a worn silver spoon, until fully incorporated into a vicious maroon liquid.

Usually, the victim would take it now while still tied down but… Kayn has a different plan.

He might not even need an aphrodisiac in this state. It was a fleeting thought once Kayn turned around to a poor tiger with his shirt half off and desperately fingering his own dripping cunt. He was stunned momentarily, drinking in the delicious site before him. His body moves on its own, and before he knows it he has the tiger's hands pinned above his head.

“Little cub…” Kayns red eye glows maliciously. “I gave you one instruction and you couldn't even do such a simple task? After I granted you such mercy? It seems like you really are just as pathetic as I originally thought you to be.” He was done being gentle now — tearing the cloth and armor off the boy's body, using the claws that grew in his anger; a brief moment of terror is seen in Ezreal’s eyes as Kayn throws his precious gauntlet to the ground, and a crack is heard. He looks in the direction with a hazy gaze, almost as if he's finally realized how powerless he is. Kayn follows, his view landing on the cracked weapon.

The powerful relic is picked up as if it were some dirty tissue. “Is this what you’re worried about, pretty thing? It’s quite beautiful… for useless pottery.” Kayn throws it, smashing it against the painted brick wall. A small whine escapes the trapped cub, but it was all he can muster before Kayn’s hand harshly meets his sensitive clit, the smack of skin echoing in the tiny temple side room.

What a delicious squeal that earned him.

“YOUR FACADE IS SLIPPING KAYN, FORGET NOT WHAT YOU MUST DO.”

A groan slips from Kayn, partly from the darkin’s annoying reminders, but mostly from the way the tiger's legs instantly wrap around him when picked up. Kayn wraps strong arms around the tiger's slim waist as if he were a delicate flower to be protected, contrary to the harsh treatment just moments before. His grinding and bouncing against Kayn’s growing erection only aids in breaking his composure; the squirming boy is laid out across the cold stone of the altar at the very front of the staged main room of the temple. The dark room has high ceilings, rows and rows of pews below the stage, and red-painted symbols litter the walls, though nothing the hypnotized kitty would notice.

Multiple maidens come forward to strap down Ezreal to the altar but Kayn shoos them away, nodding towards them to say he has this covered. They step back, still surrounding the altar, whispering among themselves about their master’s weird behavior. Kayn can’t even notice the audience pouring into the open seats with how busy he is strapping the unfortunate pet down. Entranced in the sweet aroma of Ezreal’s heat and the forming puddle under his cunt, Kayn drags Rhaast’s claw across the delicate skin, small beads of sanguine blood forming a neat line up to his chin. The clawed hand presses at his jaw, forcing his mouth open, the cub turns his head slightly to nip and lick at the armored hand with his curious glowing tongue. His movements make some viscous solution drip down his chin, spreading over his small, furred chest. It’s a delicious sight, one neither Kayn nor Rhaast can wait to devour. Kayn smears the aphrodisiac across the glowing stripes, drawing messy symbols with the tip of Rhaast’s claw.

Something about the mixture of the red liquid and neon blue glow reminds him of himself.

The rest of the blend is poured over the purring slut’s throbbing clit, and Kayn can’t hold back anymore. Suddenly, he's on his knees in worship — not to his demon, but to his sacrifice. Licking a stripe against the sopping-wet folds, he pushes the concoction in with his tongue, the sweetness filling all of his senses. Soft gasps come from the onlooking crowd as obscenely pornographic moans pour from the squirming pet. Wet slick covers Kayn’s mouth and chin when he looks up, almost growling out his possession at the sea of people. He can’t see what they see, both eyes now glowing an angry red, and a long, glowing red tongue lolls out from between sharpened teeth.

Before he even knows it, Kayn is kicked from his own consciousness. Unable to move or do anything but watch as Rhaast forms his scythe from thin air and throws it at the packed audience, a gruesome scene that causes a bloodbath to rain down on them. A booming laugh fills his head and echoes throughout the chamber as his claws dig into the soft flesh in its hold. Rhaast picks up where Kayn last left off and the last few people left alive run for their lives. The long tongue he doesn't remember his body having laps up the blood around the stab wounds left by the talons, the pointed tip dipping into the lesion. To Kayn’s surprise, the scream that comes from Ezreal sounds more erotic than anguished. Told through perked nubs running along the expanse of the milky skin, Kayn notes that there is more than the average human usually has — 6 to be exact. Rhaast sees no problem in this, swirling his inhuman tongue around each one after his saliva causes each puncture to heal rapidly.

The body before him has either not noticed the bloodshed around him or is getting off to the chaos caused by his partner, still moaning louder than before.

“Look at you, little kitten. Who knew we would stumble upon such a depraved thing wandering alone in the woods. An adrenaline junkie like you loves to get hacked and slashed, don’t you? You wouldn’t even mind if I took a bite of you in this state, hm?”

Kayn has never heard such a suggestive tone from Rhaast in all their years together, and something turns uncomfortably in his stomach. He feels the smirk grow on Rhaast’s lips as his piercing teeth sink into the kitten — another scream is pulled from his lungs; another growl rolls off Rhaast’s tongue. He hungrily licks up the life force dripping from the open wounds, Kayn feels his hips start to grow tired, and sloppy. But this can’t be over yet. Kayn refuses to let this be done so soon.

This had never happened before, every time the blood moon comes Rhaast takes over and eats the sacrifice. That was all, nothing more, nothing less. Now Rhaast gets to just have his way with anything Kayn brings to him without any participation? He thinks not. He had settled for letting Rhaast have his way but now, Kayn tries with all his might to take back his own body, stop these new mutations, stop this odd new ritual. The problem remains, it was not working. Not the way Kayn had thought it would, at least.

Instead, Kayn felt his soul separate from his body. It was forming into… something new. He looked down at his glowing blue skin, the long hair cascading around his new body, how utterly naked he was. It took a moment to realize, he was now completely separate from Rhaast, who looked far more different than just moments ago. Kayn was too indoctrinated into his lust to even care about everything changing rapidly around him, his body moving on its own accord to the opposite side of the poor participant in this unexpected experiment. Rhaast didn’t seem to even notice Kayn’s departure, or so he thought.

“How horny must you be to figure out how to split our bodies?”

Kayn wishes he could find a way to silence the bothersome demon but he settles for the open mouth just before him instead. He tests the waters, slowly pushing his cock into the fanged mouth already openly and whining for a taste. Kayn growls at the new sensation and the rough tongue glides along his sensitive skin, he's not sure that he knows what he's doing but only follows the lead of his lewd companion on the other end of the tiger. It feels warm… wet… amazing. He pushes the rest of his length into the welcoming throat. His hand roams down, soft fur flowing through his fingers, puffy nubs just waiting to be pinched and groped. With every touch, it pulls another moan that vibrates deliciously through his stomach.

“Close already? You just started, little shadow.”

Kayn hears the smirk in his snide comment and chooses to ignore how it made his hips stutter. The poor thing under him chokes and cries but it doesn’t stop his pace, determined to find whatever is at the end of this escapade. He’s not even quite sure what Rhaast’s comment means, but he takes it as a challenge nonetheless, slowing his pace to hold off the building fire fueling his actions.

Kayn diverts his eyes to the glow that comes through his throat and now notices the red light coming through the kitten's stomach. His mind wanders, would it produce a purple radiance if they were to fuck him at the same time? Such a thought makes his mind wander for longer than wanted, only being pulled back by a sharp pain rushing through him.

“Bad kitten. Don’t bite.” with an unsurprising whine, Ezreal opens his tired jaw. Kayn steals himself, focusing a little too hard on the rows of nipples that ooze a white liquid with each squeeze but it only throws him over the edge. Sharpened teeth graze over his dick once more, he can see it twitching through the thin skin of his neck. The kitten swallows every drop of cum pumped down his throat. Nothing in his mind is willing to make sense of why or how any of this happening, it all feels like a fever dream. After being able to split bodies with Rhaast, everything he knew was thrown out the window.

The assassin’s eyes grow hazy at the sight of Ezreal licking around his tip like he was drinking the last water available in this world. Kayn couldn’t help but return the favor, hunching over and dragging his tongue over the excess milk leaking all over his stomach. It tasted quite sweet, something to keep in mind for… later use perhaps. Small whines are made in a desperate plea for more, more, more.

Kayn may have lost whatever challenge was given to him but, that won’t stop what's to come. He stares sweetly at the ravaged demon as a sly grin forms on his lips. “What’s wrong, Rhaastie? Did you not enjoy our performance?” The demon refuses to respond, the only sign of him even hearing Kayn was the stuttering of his hips. A loud growl rips through the hall as Kayn rubs his hand across the bulge moving to and fro in the kitten's belly. His smile grows when it expands, Ezreal chokes on the rest of Kayn’s length when the demon’s attack finally stops. Kayn has to remove himself in fear of being caught by those piercing fangs, biting his lip as Rhaast’s cock slips from the dazed sacrifice. He watches the viscous seed gushing out from the pretty pussy down the side of the altar while the cat lies twitching upon the cold stone.

Kayn doesn’t even look up to the fiend beside him, tracing his fingers around the soft fur “Now, what do we do with this pet?”