After finally freaking finishing the story that's been hanging over my head for well over a year I got hit with an inspiration to write something short and sweet. Cooked this up in one evening and I'm immensely happy with it.

Featuring Veigar from League of Legends doing his best to be the villanous mastermind that Runeterra deserves by kidnapping and enslaving a lone traveller! (Who just happens to be extremely horny for this exact kind of thing)

Edit: Oh also, big shout out to  Feline-gamer and this image (NSFW Warning) for being a huge inspiration! <3

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The Lesser Evil

It was dark, the Sun had long since found its way beyond the horizon and a stagnant chill of the night settled over the forest Markus was walking through. Wispy tendrils of mist swirled about in the air, weaving and winding amongst the densely-packed trees that surrounded the lone pathway through the woods.

The young man was whistling; a lone sound in the windless night, save for the hooting owls in the distance. In truth Markus was rather nervous, the forest just didn’t feel safe at this time of day, especially on a new moon. Occasionally he’d sigh and he throw a quick glance over his shoulder, wondering whether turning back to the inn he saw a few hours back down the road was a good idea. It wasn’t, unfortunately; the next town was not much further, it would likely take him longer to get back at this point.

As the lone traveller continued down the road, he could not shake the feeling that someone was watching him. He stopped and cautiously surveyed the dark forest around him. Everything was as still as it was a moment ago but something just seemed… off. After a moment’s trepidation though, the young man carried on, shaking his head.


Hiding in the bushes, Veigar cackled quietly as he watched the clueless fool walking right into his trap. He’d been tailing this worthless mortal for almost an hour now, giddy with excitement at the act of utter villainy he was about to perform. Just a few more steps and-

A loud explosion crackled throughout the forest, sending out a powerful shockwave that scared away any nearby wildlife. As the blast rushed passed him, Veigar grabbed hold of his hat as it was nearly blown away. The evil wizard carefully adjusted it atop his head and only then turned towards the mortal who had just triggered an arcane explosion. Walking out of the bushes, Veigar puffed his chest and burst into laughter as he showed himself from the bushes, prancing around the spot where the pathetic mortal had stood just a few moments ago.

“Kyeheh kyehehe hahaha! FOOOOOOOL!” The villainous wizard exclaimed triumphantly as he took a menacing stance, glaring at the very same mortal, now miniaturized and barely the size of a pathetic insect at his feet. “You’ve walked right into my trap!”

It took Markus a moment to realize what had happened to him. With a groan he would pull himself off the ground and raise on shaky legs before an absolutely titanic figure, clad in a perplexing mixture of wizard robes and armor. “Wh-wha?” The young man barely had the time to react as the towering figure’s metal gauntlet descended from above and clasped around him with sharp *CLACK!*

“GYEHEH GYAHAHAHHA!” Veigar laughed up above as he brought the puny mortal before his menacing eyes. “A far more fitting size for a pathetic worm like you, wouldn’t you say?” He asked, glaring at his terrified captive.

Markus meanwhile could scarcely comprehend what was happening, let alone comprehend the thooming, yet distinctly shrill voice of the giant. As a few seconds passed in complete silence though Markus’ fear and disorientation mellowed out into a state of awkward confusion.

Veigar continued staring at the creature in his hand. This mortal dared to ignore him?! This worthless weakling was making a fool out of him! Clearing his throat, he gave the mortal a slight shake. “Wouldn’t. You. Say?” He demanded yet again.

“I… I’m not su-“

“SILENCE!!!” The wizard interrupted Markus the moment he tried to speak up. “Nobody cares what you think, worm!”

Once again Markus found himself in a state of utter confusion, which was only exacerbated as he and his gargantuan captor were both enveloped in the same puff of smoke that had exploded around the young man earlier. Slowly yet steadily the darkness at the corners of Markus’ vision grew, little by little until the overwhelmed human simply passed out.

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When Markus came to, he felt cold, hard cobblestone beneath himself. Slowly he would open his eyes only to find no give in the darkness that surrounded him. For a moment he panicked, wondering if whoever that fearsome mage was had taken his sight but as he frantically looked all around he spotted a thin line of light shining above him. He felt around the room, feeling similar cold cobbles lining three of the walls around him, with the last one being sealed off by a row of thick metal bars. Was he in some kind of dungeon?

The young man wouldn’t get to dwell on that question though, as he felt tiny, almost imperceptible tremors shaking the floor of his cell. The tremors slowly grew into full-blown quakes, accompanied by a series of quickly approaching thuds. Markus panicked; there was nowhere to run. He frantically tried to fit through the bars until suddenly, with a sound of stone scraping against stone, the ceiling seemed to slide off to the side, as the thin slither of light above him grew to reveal the towering figure of the wizard from before.

He was massive, an absolute goliath compared to Markus’ now puny form. He didn’t really get a good chance before, but as he peered up at his captor the young man recognized him as the so-called Beast of Boleham Tower.

Feeling a small wave of relief at this news, the young man took a moment to look around. While the room around him did look like some dingy dungeon, one quick glance above at the imposing figure of the wizard – or more accurately beyond It – revealed a plethora of warm yellows and browns of a cozy bedroom. Markus was, in fact, trapped in some sort of tiny diorama, barely the size of a shoebox.

Looking up and feeling a mixed sensation of amusement and nervousness, Markus was unable to suppress a slight laugh. And though he quickly covered his mouth, Veigar’s glowing eyes seemed to shift into a frown.

"Why are you covering your mouth?! I’m evil, stop laughing!" The giant demanded as he slammed his fist down on the table next to the box.

Finding himself tossed in the air ever-so-slightly by the tremor, the little human rapidly shook his head in denial. “Oh no no no! That was nervous laughter! T-trust me, sire, you are most intimidating. You're practically a god compared to me! How could you not be?” He gulped. “To be graced with your magnificent presence is an honor! I did not mean to offend you!” Markus assured and bowed before the titanic wizard.

“Fool! You should know well to fear for your life! As I, Veigar, will soon be bringing it to an end!” The massive wizard exclaimed and backed off, quietly muttering to himself. This wasn’t at all how he expected this measly mortal to react to his harrowing splendor, the offender had to be punished but…

"But I yearn for death!" Markus called out from within the miniature dungeon. "And to die by your hand would be the most prestigious of honors!" He exclaimed, hoping to sway Veigar with flattery. "But in my final hours I beg of you, sire! Please allow me to grovel at your feet like the pathetic worm I am!"

This reaction took Veigar aback once more. He paused for a moment, processing the mortal’s words. Could a human being really sink so low?

Clearing his throat, the wizard approached the table once more. "Uhh... Yes! Grovel before your master, weakling! Bow to my phenomenal evil poweeeer!” With a sudden jolt of motion, Veigar simply knocked the entire diorama over, flinging little Markus down on the floor in front his feet.

The colossal mage would stomp closer and loom, sizing up the worthless creature before him and grinning. “Go ahead then, worm. Worship my boots, grovel beneath them before they end your pathetic existence! Kyah hahah hah!”

Markus would remain stunned for just a few moments, staring up at Veigar and shocked that his bluff had actually worked! Noting the growing displeasure on the wizard’s face though, he hurriedly chased the thoughts of his meager triumph away. “Oh uhh… Yes! Yes, my liege!” He exclaimed, dashing towards the heavy metal boots and bowing down before them.

Over the next few minutes Markus’ tongue would find itself caressing every square inch of the gigantic boot, all while the human would sing flattering praises into the towering wizard’s ears. And Veigar was all too happy to listen, his ego swelling as his blackened heart was – for the first time in many moons – filled with joy. Finally! Finally a pathetic mortal who knew his place! It must have been some sort of horrific accident that every single one he had terrorized before had been so defiant. But at last that unlucky streak had come to an end, and now the whole world would recognize him for the menace he truly is!

Grinning in the darkness beneath his hat once more, Veigar would raise the tip of his boot. He watched as the mortal willingly climbed under it the very next moment, the meager worship now delivered onto the dirtied bottom of Veigar’s heavy boots.

“Gyeh heh! You seem to know your place well, mortal!” The giant would grin, lowering his foot back down and rolling little Markus underneath it, bruising the delicate body against the hardwood floor. “There may yet be hope for you! Pledge your allegiance to me and you may live!” He proposed, lifting his boot off of the mortal and watching as the bruised and beaten weakling writhed pathetically on the floor, trying to catch a breath. “Well?”

“I will…” Markus mouthed, taking a deep breath and standing up. “I will gladly serve you for the rest of my days, my lord, in whatever capacity you deem fit.”

“Gyehahahah! Good. Good! A worm such as you may never hope to be anything more than a slave. But if your pathetic display is anything to go by, you will make a splendid one. Now…” The wizard pressed a hand to his chin, pondering. “What shall I do with you?”

The freshly-inducted servant would throw himself over one of Veigar’s massive boots again, shamelessly licking away at the surface only to be knocked away and pinned underfoot by his displeased master.

“Enough, worm!” The giant barked before lifting his still dirty boot off Markus; it was clear that the rigorous cleaning efforts had hardly made a difference. Taking a moment to sit down on the wooden floor, Veigar would wind up and kick one of his boots off with an immense sense of satisfaction.

Markus couldn’t hold back an audible adoring gasp at the sight of the furry paw and its soft rosy pads; despite his immense stature, Veigar was absolutely adorable! Sheepishly, the little human would stand up and walk closer, reaching out a hand but not daring to touch the gentle pads in front of him. Instead he looked up, his gaze seeking his master’s approval.

Veigar himself was ecstatic; in such a short time this mortal was already displaying exemplary restraint and obedience; he really did choose wisely, keeping this one intact. “Yes, worm. Come closer, breathe in and remember this scent well. For this is the scent of your master!”

Leaning into the soft pad Markus shoved his nose firmly against it. He would take a deep breath, feeling the scent of sweat, fur and arcane dust coming together as one. Just as he was about to back away, he would feel the massive paw leaning forward, lowering down onto him as Veigar bent his leg in the knee, pinning his little servant against the floor.

“To suffer such humiliation with so little effort on my part, do you realize yet how pathetic you are?” The massive wizard would say as his massive toes locked around the human’s head, squeezing it in a firm grip and forcing him to writhe in terror as his neck was just a twitch away from being snapped as easily as a dry twig.

“You’re pitiful, really…” Veigar continued, grinning as he popped his other boot off and squeezed the little man between two soft pads, kneading him as they moved against one another, threatening to suffocate the poor lad. “But you are too spineless and pathetic a servant for me to pass up, that’s the only thing that gives your life value now. You understand that, don’t you?”

“Y-yes master!” Markus’ puny voice sounded, muffled by the mound of flesh that kept him compressed and moaning softly at the heavenly sensation of Veigar’s feet pushing against him.

“Gwueheheh… There is but one place fit for me to store the likes of you. You better pray that you are as resilient as you are spineless, worm!” Veigar cooed as he pressed the human down into his sole with a single finger, feeling him writhe and squirm as the giant slowly slid him up towards the toes. The wizard grinned as a moment later his fluffy toes once again grabbed Markus in a headlock. The colossal wizard lifted Markus over the opening of one of the discarded boots and simply parted his toes, allowing the pitiful creature to fall into the dark depths.

After a somewhat rough landing the little guy would flip over in a hurry, only to see the glowing eyes of his new god peering at him from beyond the massive pawpad that hovered over the opening. “Good luck, worm~” Veigar smirked and lowered his foot in, grinning as its weight settled over the tiny being, forcing him deep into the leathery insole and sliding him along the length of it until he was firmly pinned beneath the massive weight of the wizard’s gargantuan toes.

With a self-satisfied smirk, Veigar reached for his other boot and quickly put it back on, gazing at the ruined diorama lying beside the table. With a cackle he walked over and began putting it back together, resolving to imprison even more puny mortals next time. He would have to make sure to starve them for a while until they became just as obedient as the one squirming between his toes.