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[ً @V0LIBEAR_]

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⠀ 𝐕𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐑⠀ ;⠀ ─⠀⚡️
⠀ 𝘠𝘖𝘜⠀𝘊𝘈𝘕𝘕𝘖𝘛⠀𝘛𝘈𝘔𝘌⠀ 𝙇𝙄𝙂𝙃𝙏𝙉𝙄𝙉𝙂⠀.
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[ً @V0LIBEAR_]

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PERMANENTLY. 💚🐀
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[—ＴＷＩＴＣＨ 変態ネズミ @Zauntastic]

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ᅠᅠGone stupid for rat dick . . .

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[ً @V0LIBEAR_]

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This is his 5th game in a row, giving first blood to Twitch.

Each manic rut into his wobbling, gelatinous mounds, further muddies his legacy. There’s no coming back from what he’s become.

RAT. OWNED.
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[ً @V0LIBEAR_]

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“ W—WRETCHED WARM-BLOOD! ENOUGH! AggGHhgGGHHH! ~ “

His prideful proclamations hold no weight here. No matter how fervently he chooses to deny it, Valhir is built like a 𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐖. He just needs a bit more convincing, to start acting like one.

Enlighten him.
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[ً @V0LIBEAR_]

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His match history has been red for eons, now.

0/37/0
0/42/0
0/63/0

Stupid 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐑 can’t stop 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆. As soon as he graces the top lane, he’s taking any and all cocks the enemy team may throw his way.
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[𝓐𝙐𝙍𝙀𝙇𝙄𝙊𝙉 𝙎𝙊𝙇. @STARF0RGER_]

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His boulder-like ‘breasts’ ache for the touch of another.

Slap, squeeze, tug, and fondle his heavy set of tits.

Desecrate them with your grasp. Leave his chest tender, and raw. Claim them as your own.
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[Ornn @ForgeGodOrnn]

“𝘎𝘰𝘥𝘴 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘴.”

ɴꜱꜰᴡ ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏ - ɢᴀʏ ᴘᴏʀᴛʀᴀʏᴀʟ
ᴅᴍꜱ ᴏᴘᴇɴ - ᴍᴜᴛᴜᴀʟꜱ ɢᴇᴛ ᴘʀɪᴏʀɪᴛʏ
ᴘᴜʀᴇ ꜱᴡɪᴛᴄʜ - ᴏᴘᴇɴ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴏꜱᴛ ᴋɪɴᴋꜱ

“𝘍𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝘎𝘰𝘥𝘴.”

[ً @V0LIBEAR_]

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|| Always stuck between writing Volibear as a hung bottom, or a clit-dicked bottom.

Either way, he’ll be caged.
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[ً @V0LIBEAR_]

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“ GLK! “

The ursine retches around Trundle’s cock, his lips and snout easing against his burgundy bush. He chokes and whimpers around the king’s mast, each throb visible from within his thinly stretched throat.

A far cry, from what he used to be. He belongs to trollkind.
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[King Trundle @YourKingTrundle]

And he didn't even let the other finish his greeting, that he slid his fat cock past those lips, into that maw, straight into that throat.

A lovely bulge forming first minute of waking up. Followed by a grunt from the Troll, until he was balls deep in that throat.

[ً @V0LIBEAR_]

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— his senses, immediately rendering his mind mush.
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[ً @V0LIBEAR_]

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Valhir rises with a whimper, repositioning himself to be squatted before the troll king. His eyes cross, with each heavy slap, sweat and grease seeping into his once fearsome visage.

“ G—Good morning, my king! ~ “

He groans, as the troll’s thick stench floods —
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[King Trundle @YourKingTrundle]

And the key lost somewhere in the Tundra. Thrown away as that dick lost all uses to begin with the moment Volibear fell into the Troll King's hands.

And here came Volibear's wake up call: the King's musky cock slapping across that face, again, and again, and again.

[ً @V0LIBEAR_]

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— default tightness, making each initial insertion just as excruciatingly drawn out as the last.

He shakes his mounds, causing each cheek to wobble around Hecarim’s superior mast.

“ M—Make it quick. I have suffered enough shame, for one day. . . “
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[ً @V0LIBEAR_]

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A groan rises from his chest, as Hecarim’s heavy shaft unfurls between his cheeks, parting his thick, flabby mounds. His hole winks against the underside of the centaur’s shaft, as sweat seeps into both his flesh, and fur.

With each respawn, the ursine returns to his —
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[𝟏𝟗/𝟎/𝟔 @PERMAGANKXR]

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- something warm, wet and very was felt being drop between his cheeks, ending against his lower torso.
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[ً @V0LIBEAR_]

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It’s rare for him to be referred to as a god, nowadays.

He knows his place. At the mercy of the trolls. At the mercy of their king, Trundle.

He can already feel his cock straining within its cage, that which had been welded around his useless manhood.
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[King Trundle @YourKingTrundle]

As to be expected by a Freljordian spirit "God".

Nothing but meat to be used by Trolls.

[ً @V0LIBEAR_]

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His ears twitch, as hooved steps approach. Valhir knows not to resist, nor fight back. It’ll only prolong his humiliating defeat.

As soon as he arrives, the ursine is on all fours, back arched, mounds wobbling with each sway of the toplaner’s pudgy hips.
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[𝟏𝟗/𝟎/𝟔 @PERMAGANKXR]

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With fuckmounds like the bear carries around, he shouldn't be surprised that's his destiny.

What's truly surprising is that he isn't waiting for him already showing that gaping, loose fagcunt each time he sees the centaur approaching lane.
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[ً @V0LIBEAR_]

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At this rate, that’s all he’ll ever be. A walking, talking hole. Permanently bloated with rich, steaming, equine slop.

As soon as he sees Hecarim on the enemy team, his hole starts twitching uncontrollably.
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[𝟏𝟗/𝟎/𝟔 @PERMAGANKXR]

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But very useful as a jizzdump for him.
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[ً @V0LIBEAR_]

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To think, that there are those out there who fear him. Revere him. No amount of renown can spare him, from what he truly is.

A fat, slop-gargling, 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐑.

VOLI𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇 can’t stop himself from digging around in his sloppy, squelchy 𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐏𝐔𝐒𝐒𝐘.
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[ً @V0LIBEAR_]

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He’s already 0/5/0. . . And they’re only 8 minutes in.

The equine has rendered him useless to his team. . .
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[𝟏𝟗/𝟎/𝟔 @PERMAGANKXR]

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And why wouldn't he gank the fat ass enemy toplaner?
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[ً @V0LIBEAR_]

@L3THALPR0TECT0R ⠀
The god whimpers, as milk dribbles from the bud, coating his ‘flesh’.

He reeks of fertility.
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[ً @V0LIBEAR_]

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< — Stupid, fat loser.
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[ً @V0LIBEAR_]

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The equine is to blame. There are OTHER lanes, he can gank.
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[𝟏𝟗/𝟎/𝟔 @PERMAGANKXR]

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I can see it, yes.
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