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Caitlyn's Futa Obsession

Chapter 11: Illaoi

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Tags: Futanari x fem, Caitlyn x FUTA!Illaoi, big cock, outdoor sex, anal, belly bulging, deep anal, pain kink, blood, punishment, submissive Cailtyn, Extreme dom Illaoi, hardcore sex, tentacle sex

Featured Character: FUTA!Illaoi, Caitlyn

Summary: After a chance encounter with Ahri and her fat cock, Caitlyn gets roped into fucking every single one of Runeterra’s lustiest futas. One region at a time. Yet, when the day arrives who should be first in line but her long-time secret crush, Vi?

Word Count: 5,066

Far away, two knocks wrapped a door.

Beneath the roaring, midday sun, Caitlyn lay with Nilah on the deck chair, bundled in her warm embrace. A dark line, dark as night, split Nilah’s upper arm from shoulder to elbow. Caitlyn traced the scar with a light touch. The bumps rose and fell, warm beneath a summer’s sun, slick with sweat.

“And this one?”

“Oh, that’s a good one! She was my first I got in Runeterra. The ship I arrived on was boarded by pirates only, like an hour away from port. I challenged their captain to a duel, right in front of all his buddies so, like, he had to accept. We fought for hours! It was awesome!” Nilah’s eyes sparkled.

“And you only got one scar?”

“Yup, I’m slippery like that. I was like, yah! And he was like, shwing! And then I went, kyah, and knocked his sword right out his hand! It went spinning overboard and sunk beneath the waves!” Nilah laughed. “You should have seen his face!”

When Nilah laughed, the sun shone all the brighter. Caitlyn giggled. “Sounds like you live a pretty exciting life.” She ran her hand over Nilah’s hip and squeezed a handful of muscle.

“Defitently, it’s great!” Nilah’s traced the valley of her back. Little electric tingles kissed Cailtyn’s skin. “How about yours? What do you do- oh wait! I’m not meant to ask that! I mean, uh, is your life fun?”

“It’s gotten a lot more fun lately.”

Nilah’s eyes sprakled. “Do that again!”

What is she on about? “Do what?”

“You blushed! It was so cute, you went all pink like a peach!”

“I- I did?”

Nilah sat up with a jolt. “You did again!” She howled laughter and clasped Caitlyn’s face.

Nilah grinned inches from her face. The only part of her without any scars was her face. Her heart-shaped, smooth, flushed face. Common sense became nothing but a distant friend so close to her plump, dark lips. They kissed at once and fell to the deck chair, groping and squeezing whatever they could get their hands on. With a small, round breast in hand, common sense returned as Cailtyn’s hand was inches away from Nilah’s cock.

To break the kiss took more effort than it should. “W- Wait.”

Nilah’s lips left hers. “What?” Her hands remained on her breasts, massaging away without a care.

“The rules.”

Nilah clutched the back of her head. “Right. Oops.” She glanced at the house. “I should get dressed, huh?”

Caitlyn traced a line along her tanned stomach. “If you want to stay in her good books, yeah.”

“Oh, I do!” Nilah sprang to her feet. “I don’t know what I’d do without the girl!”

As much as it was necessary, Caitlyn found herself yearning for more time. She sat up to follow Nilah to the door.

“No, stay,” Nilah said. “Illaoi prefers to do her trials beneath an open sky.”

She mustn’t have heard correctly. “Trials?”

Nilah grinned. “Yeah! They’re so much fucking fun! The first time she put me through them it hurt to walk for like two weeks! How cool is that?!”

A pit formed in her stomach. Two weeks? Her pussy quivered. “Oh yes, this… this is round ten isn’t it?”

“Yup!”

Two knocks assaulted the door. “Last warning, Nilah!”

“Coming!” Nilah pressed her lips together. She rushed over, pecked Caitlyn on the lips and hurried inside.

Caitlyn sat alone with her thoughts. But not for long. Illaoi strutted into the backyard as if she owned the world. It had to be because she was sitting down but, Illaoi looked nearly 8 feet tall. Stocky as a bull, she looked more mountain than woman. Green, tattoos covered her tanned arms and face. They glowed pale and luminous, and matched her wide, piercing eyes. She crossed the distance to the pool in a few strides and towered over Caitlyn, peering over her enormous bust covered in leather armour. A bulge shifted her skirts which made Nilah’s look quite unimpressive.

“To which gods do you devote yourself, girl?” Her voice boomed like a cannon.

Words became a foreign concept. Illaoi held a lantern at her side. Green light poured out of it; pale and luminescence. Something moved within. It found her. An eye. It stared, green, glowing and unblinking.

“Are you from the void?” A stupid question.

Illaoi’s eyes flared. Her hand flashed above her head as if to strike her. A pause. The giant woman sighed and the hand lowered. “You must be fatigued. I’ll ask again. To which gods do you devote yourself, girl?”

“Um… none, I guess.”

Illaoi grinned a crazed grin. “Excellent. Prepare yourself for a revelation, girl for today you shall meet the one true god, the only god, Nagakaborous.” She raised the lantern. Its eye stared into hers.

It still didn’t blink. “H- Hello.”

Illaoi stared into the sun and nodded. “Clear skies. Clear minds.”

“It… it is a pretty day.”

“Indeed. Well, girl, are you prepared to witness true power?”

“Is, Naka… Naba-”

“Nagakaborous.”

Caitlyn nodded. “Is Nagakaborous going to fuck me?”

“That is one way to think of it. She shall take her pleasure in testing you, yes. However, to entwine one’s soul with the true god is a pleasure unlike any other.”

She’d fulfilled strange requests up until now. None compared to this. “Will you fuck me?”

“If the trials of the kraken leave you able, yes.” Illaoi’s bulge shifted but her eyes never left Caitlyn’s. They also didn’t blink often.

Caitlyn’s hand wandered between her legs of its own accord. “What are these trials?”

Illaoi’s eyes glanced at her pussy for a brief moment. “There need be only one if you are strong of soul and body. If you are not, there are four. Each will push your soul and body to their spiritual and physical limits, and beyond. Fail one and you will move on to the next. Fail them all and the cycle shall repeat indefinitely until your either submit or triumph. For that is the way of the true god, for that is the way of true power.”

Her fingers slipped inside. “I’m strong.”

“So has been claimed. Claims and truths rarely agree.”

“Would you like me to call you anything?”

“You shall refer to me as Priestess, girl.”

“Yes, Priestess.” Caitlyn bit her lip. Her fingers drove deep. “I’ll fuck your god.”

“She shall be yours too soon, girl.” She watched Caitlyn masturbate with a grin. As did the eye.

A tentacle slithered out of the lantern. Green and glowing, it could be seen right through as if it was made of coloured glass. It swished back and forth, passing through Illaoi’s bulky thigh as if weren’t even there.

“You excite her…” Illaoi clutched her chin.

“That’s her, Priestess?”

“That is a fraction of her. One of nine eyes gifted to her most devout prophet.”

Caitlyn spread her legs. “Better not keep her waiting, then.”

“Indeed. But not like that. Your first trial requires you to stand. On your feet. Move your hand.”

“Yes, Priestess.”

Caitlyn forced her fingers out of her pussy and got to her feet. To meet her eyes, Caitlyn had to crane her neck. Never before had she met someone so tall, especially not a woman. She was a marvel. Shoulders broad enough to support tree trunks. Arms as thick as two stone pillars. Breasts bigger than her head on a chest to rival a bull’s.

Illaoi grasped the top of Caitlyn’s head and muttered a prayer. Her grip was iron. Her voice was stone. Caitlyn was rubber. Her trembling hands begged to return to her pussy.

Illaoi let go of her head. Her tattoos pulsed green. “The trials of Nagakaborous are not for the faint of heart, girl. You shall feel sensations beyond imagination. Pleasure.” Illaoi thumbed Cailtyn’s bottom lip. “Pain.” The back of her hand traced a bruise. “Do you accept that?”

“I can handle anything you throw at me, Priestess.”

Illaoi ran the back of her hand over the curve of Caitlyn’s hip. “Let me be clear, so there may be no misunderstanding. I will break you, girl. Camille… her punishments are mere child’s play.

“Child’s play?” Caitlyn bit her lip.

“Your small stature is… a disadvantage. I can offer no mercy. Only a warning. The trials have broken many in the past. Many bigger and stronger than you have buckled under the might of true power.”

Caitlyn touched Illaoi’s tattooed arm. Warmth radiated from the glowing, green ink. “You can break me, Priestess. From now, until you are satisfied, I am yours to use as you please.”

Illaoi’s skirts shifted. The ethereal tentacle whipped and snapped. It coiled around her leg. Cold as ice, it chilled her from ankle to thigh. “Turn around, girl. Spread your feet and brace for the majesty of true power.”

Caitlyn’s heart raced a mile a minute. “Yes, Priestess.” She faced the gardens, spread her feet and tensed her stomach. The skirts made it hard to tell but, Illaoi looked huge. As big as Camille. Maybe bigger. Her gut, so freshly used, quivered.

Illaoi’s voice boomed. “Caitlyn, daughter of Piltover, the first trial of Nagakaborous awaits you! The trial of endurance. A daughter of Nagakaborous, the true god, must possess a soul of steel and stone! You are required to endure complete and total spiritual pleasure! Withstand for nine minutes and rise a daughter of Nagakaborous! Or, orgasm and be subject to the trial of strength!” Illaoi lifted the lantern to Cailtyn’s pussy.

A second ethereal tentacle slid from the lantern’s eyes. It slid between Caitlyn’s legs and along her stomach. The tip stopped below her ribcage. The suggestion left Caitlyn giddy.

“Is your soul strong, girl?”

“It is, Priestess.”

“We shall see.”

The tentacle pulsed green and passed through Caitlyn’s flesh; a stone sucked beneath a lake’s surface. Pleasure punched her in the gut. Without stretching an inch, every part of her pussy, inside and out, lit up at once. A gasp caught in her throat. The terrace raced to meet her knees. The concrete may as well have been foam. Caitlyn felt nothing but unending pleasure.

Bathed in ghostly, green light, Illaoi stepped in front of her and loomed. “Endure. Do not cum, girl.”

Trembling, Caitlyn clung to her stomach and bowed her head. She wouldn’t cum. No matter how much her pussy screamed and begged. No matter how much her head span. No matter how good it felt and it felt fucking good. It was beyond words; beyond thought and feelings. Unknowable. Incomparable. Heaven made real. But also hell. She should have cum half a dozen times. And with each unfulfilled orgasm mounted, the weight of the next grew. It was an impossible task. Unbeatable. Unfair. It was amazing.

Caitlyn cried out and fell to her side, squirting like a broken pipe. Rather than soar, her pleasure instead lingered for a few blissful moments. Then vanished. The ethereal tentacle resurfaced through her side and snaked inside the lantern’s eye.

“You have failed the trial of endurance.” Illaoi loomed over her with a staggering scowl.

“H-” Caitlyn fought for air. “How long did-”

“Ten seconds.”

“N- No, it- it couldn’t have been. That lasted-”

“A lifetime? A drop of true power often feels monumental to the weak of soul.”

“I’m not weak!”

“No? Then stand and face your next trial!”

“Y- Yes, priestess!”

Caitlyn wrestled through a lingering orgasm to rise before Illaoi.

Illaoi set her lantern on the ground. “Caitlyn, daughter of Piltover, your second trial awaits you! The trial of strength! A daughter of Nagakaborous, the true god, must possess a body of grit and salt! You will endure nine strikes upon your body and keep your feet firmly planted on the ground! Find the strength to overcome physical pain and rise as a daughter of Nagakaborous! Or, fall and be subject to the trial of the soul!”

Caitlyn smiled. Pain, she could handle. Training at the academy had torn her ligaments and splinted her shin bones. A few slaps were nothing. Even from Illaoi, with her hands the size of a bear’s paw. Caitlyn chewed the inside of her cheek as her bruises throbbed.

Illaoi tilted Caitlyn’s chin. Pale green light pulsed in her wide, wild eyes. “Is your body strong, girl?”

“It is, Priestess.”

“We shall see.”

Illaoi ran her hand down Caitlyn’s front, between her breasts, along her stomach and over her groin. She circled Cailtyn, tracing a line around her waist.

“One.”

Caitlyn braced. A huge, open palm cracked against her ass cheeks. Caitlyn staggered. Red hot heat seared her flesh down to the bone. Tears streamed. A smile spread. Insides quivered.

“That all you got?”

Illaoi circled her with a face of stone. “Two.”

Caitlyn braced. Illaoi’s hand closed into a fist. Caitlyn’s stomach flipped. The meaty fist smashed her belly. Air raced from her lungs. It felt like Illaoi had punched a hole through her. She buckled and dropped to her knees. Then the pain arrived. A hundred shin splints couldn’t compare. But shin splints never hurt so good. Grinning ear to ear, Caitlyn rubbed her pussy as she heaved under the pain.

Illaoi’s scowl wavered into a hint of a smile. “You’re smiling.”

Caitlyn tried to speak. Instead, she groaned.

“Find your voice, girl. You shall need it for your next trial.”

“Yes, P… Priestess,” Caitlyn wheezed.

The scowl returned. “Rise.”

Her legs wobbled. Her stomach tantrumed. She rose despite them both.

“Caitlyn, daughter of Piltover, your third trial awaits you! The trial of the soul! A daughter of Nagakaborous, the true god, must be a dutiful servant! She must act out the will of the true god and she must serve the whims of the true god! Just like us, the true god has needs and desires! She has provided you pleasure, and now you will do the same for her! You will shout nine declarations of faith while pleasuring your new master! Succeed and rise a daughter of Nagakabourous! Fail and be subject to the trial of the body!”

Illaoi picked up her lantern. The glowing eye scanned Caitlyn’s body, lingering on her abs and hips. Nagakaborous is as much my master as Illaoi is. She drew a deep breath. No matter what the god had in store for her, she wouldn’t fail. Failing to satisfy might as well be the same as quitting. She’d satisfy everyone. All fifty girls and whatever companions joined them.

“Are you a dutiful servant, girl?”

“I am, Priestess.”

“We shall see.”

Illaoi plunged her hand inside the lanterns. Pale, green fire engulfed her arm. An ethereal tentacle emerged from the flames. Illaoi crossed the terrace and faced Caitlyn from a distance. She whipped the ethereal tentacle above her head, took a step forward and threw a punch. The tentacle shot at Caitlyn, extending without end. It plunged through Cailtyn’s chest with a burst of pale, green light and submerged her in an icy chill. An invisible hand gripped her heart. Illaoi yanked on the tentacle with all her might. The ground left her feet behind. Screaming, Cailtyn flailed as she shot across the terrace. She halted inches from Illaoi, hovering at her eye level.

“W- Wha-”

“Look at your hands.”

Caitlyn’s mouth hung open. Her hands- no, she whole body had become ethereal. Pale and green, she glowed light that pulsed in time with the lanterns. Her real body stood beside the deck chair stiff as a board. A thin wisp of green smoke connected the two bodies. The lantern’s eye dilated its pupil. Two tentacles slithered out and snaked through the air towards her. One coiled around her thigh, the other her waist. Caitlyn braced for the cold but, they were warm. Wet, but warm. And solid too. They caressed her, tender and gentle.

“Begin your proclamations when she enters you. You will say, ‘I devout myself to the one true god, Nagakaborous. My body and soul are hers. I am hers. Her whims are mine. Now and forever.’ Understand?”

“Yes, Priestess.” The tentacles' tips kissed her nipples and pussy. Her nipples hardened. Her pussy quivered. She stroked the tentacle around her waist. “I hope my body pleases you, Nagakaborous.”

The tentacles turned her in the air so she hovered on her back. The lantern’s eye flared. Illaoi smiled a brief smile before crossing her arms and gaining an expectant look. Caitlyn lifted her knees to her chest and spread her legs.

The tentacle around her thigh acted first. It unwound and traced circles around her pussy hole. The other cupped her breast. Its suction pads sucked away like a dozen little mouths. Her pussy begged to be filled. Caitlyn hugged the back of her knees and bit her lip as she watched the tentacle circle her pussy. It needed to be inside. She needed to be filled. Seconds dragged on for eternity. The lantern’s eye stared into hers all the while, unblinking, unyielding. There were words in that look.

Caitlyn glanced at Illaoi. She nodded.

“Please,” Caitlyn whimpered. “Please use me, Nagakaborous~”

Green flames erupted from the lantern. The tentacle wormed inside her. Her pussy stretched wider than should be possible. What should have been unbearable agony, melted Caitlyn’s mind. She moaned and moaned as the tentacle buried deeper and deeper. Deeper than ever before. Too deep. Impossibly deep. Through her pussy, her guts and her chest. Her throat bulged. The tip squirmed past her lips. Skewered through and through, somehow her moans continued.

“Proclimate, girl. Now!”

“I- I… oh god~ … I devout myself to the one true god, Naga… f- fuck!~ Nagak- kaborous. My body and soul are hers. I am hers. Her whims are mine. Now and forever…” Caitlyn’s voice melted into endless moans.

The second tentacle slid down her chest and unwound itself. It ducked beneath the first and found her asshole. The tip touched her hole and she came. As she spluttered and shuddered, pale light glowed from her ethereal chest. Squirt ran down the legs of her real body and drool down its chin. Nagakaborous gave her no mercy. As she came, the second tentacle stretched her ass and bore through her ethereal body. Her throat bulged even more as the tentacle squirmed past her lips. Both tips wriggled beneath her nose.

“Again, girl!”

She wouldn’t lose. She would serve. She would please. Caitlyn drew deep. “I devout myself to the one true god, Nagakaborous. My body and soul are- FUCK!”

Both tentacles drew back. She came before they so much as left her throat. They pumped her holes in perfect sync, skewering her again and again. The words were right there, right within reach. No amount of reaching or grasping brought them to her. She uttered only moans and whimpers, and then not even those. The world fuzzed. Nothing existed. Only endless eruptions of pleasure and two tentacles that emerged and disappeared between her lips. And then not even those.

She was standing. The ground hit her side. Everything honed into focus. Illaoi loomed over her.

“You failed. Your final trial awaits you.” Illaoi undressed. She lifted her leather tunic off of her giant, heaving breasts. Thick piercings decorated her nipples. She lowered her skirt and freed her cock. Erect and throbbing, it hung under its own weight. Whoever said Camille had the biggest cock of them all needed their eyes checked. Her cock’s brown tip was pierced with a green ring that skewered a round emerald. Bathed in golden sunlight, cradled Cailtyn in her arms. They sat on the deck chair. Illaoi lay on her back and held Caitlyn upright. She straddled Illaoi and leaned on her rock-hard, stocky stomach. Her cock pressed against her belly. The tip nestled between her breasts.

Illaoi kneaded her hips. “Caitlyn, daughter of Piltover. Your fourth trial awaits you. The trial of the body. You have known Nagakaborous’s wrath, her desires and her power. Now, lay witness to her mercy. In every cycle of the endless cycles of the trial of the Kraken, this trial shall serve as a chance for redemption. Prove your endurance, strength and devotion to the true god. Resist the calling of the spirit and hold back your orgasm. Resist the weakness of the physical form and remain upright. Resist the weakness of the mind and let your master hear your voice. My body shall be your stage. Do not cum, do not fall and proclaim your devotion until you bring about my orgasm and you will rise as a daughter of Nagakaborous. Fail, and we shall start again until you succeed or until fatigue claims victory.”

Caitlyn steadied Illaoi’s cock. It was too big. Nowhere but her ass would do and even still, it was too big. It would break her. Over Illaoi’s head and through the glass doors, the double doors called to her.

Illaoi stroked her cheek. “Say the word and it ends. There is no shame in knowing your limits.”

Caitlyn closed her eyes. “No. I… I am here for you and for Nagakaborous. Until you are satisfied, I must continue.”

“Then rise. Prove your worth.”

Caitlyn rose. Illaoi’s pierced tip found her asshole. Caitlyn fell. She slid down Illaoi’s shaft. Her ass screamed as it stretched. It meant nothing. Her gut bulged, flaring the welt left behind by Illaoi’s fist. It meant nothing. Her groin settled against Illaoi’s and Illaoi’s eyes drooped. A moan that meant the world escaped her lips, low and husky. Caitlyn rose and fell and rose again, and basked in the grace of the low, husky moan.

“Say… oh~... say you love Nagakaborous.”

Caitlyn rose. “I…” She fell. “I love…” She rose. “I love Nagakaborous, the true god, the only god~”

Illaoi’s eyes rolled back and she melted into the deck chair. Her hands cupped Caitlyn’s waist and stroked her smooth, sweaty skin. Sweat dribbled off of Caitlyn’s nose. Trembles plagued her thighs. Red hot heat burned her bruises, fresh and old. And yet, she rose and fell without a moment’s falter. Every time their groins touched she chanted.

“I love Nagakaborous~”

“I serve Nagakaborous~”

“I am hers and her whims are mine~”

“Now and forever~”

But… eventually… inevitably… a straw landed upon the camel’s back. It began as a creeping feeling, low in the base of her spine. With each rise and fall, it crept higher. At first, it tiptoed. Then walked. Then ran. Caitlyn fought like she’d never fought before and came all the same. Her words caught in her throat. She collapsed onto Illaoi’s chest. Illaoi lifted her off of her cock. It stood erect, drooped slightly under its own weight. The emerald piercing glistened under the midday sun.

“On your feet. Your first trial awaits you.”

The hours turned to seconds, the seconds turned to minutes and the minutes turned to hours. Time had always seemed so sturdy. A foolish perception. Illaoi and Nagakaborous showed her the truth. Each trial existed outside of time, separated only by failure; by pleasure and pain. The true god broke her soul, flooding her pussy with unbridled pleasure in the trials of endurance and skewering her very being in the trials of the soul. She brought Caitlyn to her knees. She melted Caitlyn’s mind. Sometimes she did better. Sometimes she lasted a few minutes and sometimes she uttered more than half her proclamations. Sometimes she did worse and came at once and uttered no words at all. The Kraken Priestess broke her body, beating her bloody and fucking her stupid. Sometimes she did better. Sometimes she withstood half her strikes and sometimes she brought her right to the edge of an orgasm. Sometimes she did worse and crumpled to a mere slap and came at a touch. Better or worse, they were all failures and brought about another cycle. Cycles upon cycles upon cycles. During one, which one she couldn’t know, the doors had screamed at her. They begged her to give up. They told her she’d done well enough. They told her she could rest. And she was going to accept too when Vi’s voice whispered in the back of her mind. Vi believed in her. Vi wanted her to succeed. And so, she dug deep and pressed.

Caitlyn’s ass and pussy slapped against Illaoi’s groin. The Kraken Priestess had her in a standing position. To fuck her demanded the cooperation of all her muscles, of her whole body. She fucked Illaoi in the shallow end of the pool, bathed in orange sunlight. Her giant breasts heaved with every slap of Caitlyn’s pussy against her abs. Sweet, low husky moans escaped her mouth. Throbs and twitches troubled her giant cock each time it buried deep in Caitlyn’s guts.

“Nagakaborous is the one true god!” Slap. “I love her!” Slap. “I love her!” Slap. “I love her!”

“Oh~... and she loves you…” Illaoi fought to draw staggered breaths. She leaned against the edge of the pool and rested her forehead on Caitlyn’s head. “Y- You must be close. You must be.”

No tingles crept up her spine. “Not…” Slap. “Not even close.” Slap.

“Not… Not possible. We have been fucking for… for hours. N- N- … oh~ … None one could last this long. E- Especially after such punishment.”

Far away, pain screamed at her.

Caitlyn buried her face into Illaoi’s collarbone. She rose. Then fell. Her ass quivered as the cock stretched it to its new limit. Her pussy slapped against Illaoi’s abs. The eye watched them from the deck chair. Orange sunlight warmed its pale, green glow. A tingle crept up the base of her spine. Caitlyn locked her eyes with Nagakaborous as she fucked her prophet into submission. Warmth flooded her body. The tingles receded.

“I serve Nagakaborous, the one true god. I am hers and her whims are mine.” The words were smooth and easy coming out.

A tentacle slithered out of the lantern. It snaked across the pool’s surface. The water shimmered green.

“Wh- What is she doing?” Caitlyn asked.

Illaoi managed a grin. “Taking what is hers.”

The glowing, ethereal tentacle flared green. The green light snapped away with a shower of green sparks. A real, warm, wet tentacle slid inside Caitlyn’s pussy. Tingles raced up her spine.

“That… fuck~ … That’s not fair…” Caitlyn limped in Illaoi’s embrace as she squirted.

Illaoi eased her hips to a standstill and stroked her back as she came. Nagakaborous continued, pumping and pounding her pussy.

“That’s it,” Illaoi whispered. “Good girl.”

All around her, from every direction, moans barraged Caitlyn. The surface of the water trembled. A shudder ran up the tentacle and it limped inside her pussy.

She got so close. “I- I’m sorry…” Caitlyn whispered. So fucking close.

“What for, girl?” Illaoi asked, soft and sweet.

“I failed again… and… I’m not sure if-”

“Shhhhh. Enough of that. Daughters of Nagakaborous do not wallow.”

“But I’m not a daughter of Nagakaborous.”

Illaoi chuckled. “Aren’t you?”

Caitlyn lifted her head. “But…”

“You have completed all nine cycles, Caitlyn. Nine cycles for the true god’s nine eyes.”

“But you said-”

“A lie.” Illaoi smirked.

Caitlyn gawked at her. “That’s… That’s… That’s so mean!”

Illaoi laughed. “Daughters of Nagakaborous must have strong minds. What better test for the mind than a never-ending impossible task?”

A smile crept across Caitlyn’s lips. “I knew it was impossible. No one could ever pass a trial with you.

Illaoi nodded and smiled. “Yes, all but one. But, no… he is of no concern to us. Especially not you” Illaoi sat on the edge of the pool and held Caitlyn in her lip. “Caitlyn, daughter of Piltover, with the power invested in me by the one true god, Nagakaborous, name you a Daughter of Nagakaborous.”

“For now and forever.”

Illaoi’s cock throbbed inside her. “Come, allow me to heal you. I can’t allow you to carry on any further in such a state.”

Caitlyn tilted her head. “You say that like you’re planning on going somewhere.”

“Well… yes? Your trials are complete. You passed.”

Caitlyn traced the tattoos on her cheek. “But my job isn’t.”

“What are you-”

“You haven’t cum yet.”

Illaoi blinked. “After all that, you still have the energy to see me to completion?”

“Of course. I’m here at your service after all.” Caitlyn ground her hips.

Illaoi moaned. “Yes, you are~” She shook her head. “But not here. Your injuries need a soft surface.” Illaoi held Caitlyn by the ass as she stood.

They locked lips and headed for the glass doors. Illaoi tasted like salt and steel. No. She tasted like that. My lip is split. When did that happen? Illaoi didn’t seem to mind. She kissed her long and deep as she carried her to the couch. The cushions coddled her aching back, her bruises and welts. Over the top of her red and raw breasts, Caitlyn watched Illaoi’s cock come and go from her ass. She fucked her with long, tender strokes that sent tingles racing up her spine. Her huge, pierced breasts heaved. Her balls slapped. Her eyes closed and her mouth hung open. Low, husky moans lingered after each gentle thrust. Caitlyn touched her tattooed cheeks and guided their lips back together. Illaoi’s pierced tongue filled her mouth.

A fat, long finger slipped inside her pussy. It hooked and rubbed the bulging bottom wall as a giant cock came and went from the ass below. Caitlyn moaned into her mouth.

“Y- You’re gonna make me cum again~”

“Good. It’s the least you deserve.” Illaoi’s breath blew hot into Caitlyn’s mouth.

Caitlyn cried out and melted into the couch cushions. “Priestess!~”

Illaoi gasped. “Caitlyn!~” She shot to her knees and whipped her cock free. It heaved and blew a hefty load all over Cailtyn’s chest and belly. It heaved and blew, heaved and blew, all while Illaoi moaned. Her cock heaved one last time with all its might. A hot load splattered Caiitlyn’s face, filling her mouth and glazing shut an eye. The giant cock limped and shrunk. Its emerald piercing glowed warm, bathed in the orange of the setting sun.

Like a good servant, Caitlyn ate her meal. No mind paid to the knocks on the door.

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Caitlyn's Futa Obsession Masterlist

Characters: Caitlyn, FUTA!Ahri, FUTA!Vi, FUTA!Orianna, FUTA!Camille, FUTA!Seraphine, FUTA!Sivir, FUTA!Taliyah, FUTA!Kai'sa, FUTA!Bel'Veth, FUTA!Miss-Fortune, FUTA!Nilah

Status: Ongoing

Introduction:

Ahri

Piltover Arc:

Orianna

Camille

Seraphine

Shurima Arc:

Sivir & Taliyah

Void Arc:

Kai'Sa

Bel'Veth

Bilgewater Arc:

Miss Fortune

Nilah

Illaoi

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Caitlyn's Futa Obsession

Chapter 11: Nilah

Masterlist

Tags: Futanari x fem, Caitlyn x FUTA!Nilah, big cock, outdoor sex, anal, belly bulging, deep anal, anal creampie, submissive Cailtyn, excitable dom Nilah, gentle sex

Featured Character: FUTA!Nilah, Caitlyn

Word Count: 2,561

For a while they simply lay at the foot of the grand, double doors, fighting for breath and holding one another. But when the haze of sixteen orgasms faded, Caitlyn felt brand new.

“I could go again.” She pecked Miss Fortune’s plump lips.

“I could go forever if it weren’t for the damn fox.” Miss Fortune looked heavenly when she smiled. Heavenly enough to kiss.

They kissed a few times before Miss Fortune sighed. She sat up and slumped against the doors. Her thighs made for the perfect pillow, soft skin, tender muscle - the best of both worlds. Miss Fortune’s fingers ran through her hair. That feels almost better than sex. Almost.

“I should get dressed, sweetheart.”

“You should invite me onto your ship one day so we can fuck in your cabin. I’m sure your walls are thin. The crew will thank you for it.”

That earned her a taste of that deep, sultry laugh. “A ship’s no place for a sweet thing like you.” Miss Fortune peered over her breasts at her. “No, I’ve got a place in Bilgewater with a view over the harbour. Would you like that? To fuck where a thousand pair of eyes can see you?”

“I’d fucking love it.” Caitlyn traced a line along the valley of Miss Fortune’s toned stomach.

“I bet you’ve made seven promises just like that today.”

“I live to serve.”

Miss Fortune traced the hickey she’d left on Cailtyn’s neck. “You’ll have your hands full, making promises like that.”

“That’s the idea.”

When her sultry laugh reared its head for the second time, it was one time too many to resist. Caitlyn shot to her knees and kissed Miss Fortune long and deep. She got a full taste of her tongue before the second bout of sharp knocks interrupted them.

Miss Fortune nibbled on her bottom lip before getting to her feet. To see her leave was a tragedy. To see her go, however - naked as the day she was born, with an ass that could outshine the sun? That made it all worth it.

Light and nimble like a fucking feather, Caitlyn thought as she strolled across the room. It made no sense. Techniques designed specifically for treating aches and pains paled in comparison to a good, long fuck. It made no sense but then, little about today made sense.

Caitlyn found what she assumed was her pair of panties and slipped them back on. A bit of variety never hurt. She would have dressed entirely again if her next partner hadn’t come bounding into the room. A tall woman with dark skin and twin tails of black hair that streamed past her waist giggled upon seeing her. She wore a one-strap, yellow blouse that streamed past her waist. Three large buttons fastened it at the side, exposing her dark skin in the gaps between. Puffy trousers covered her legs and boots came up her shins. Yellow silk bound her arms from wrist to elbow.

“You hardly look tired at all! Whoa!” She rushed up to her and shoved her face right into Cailtyn’s bruise. “That’s a big one! It must hurt!”

“Only a little.”

“Cool! That means you’re tough. Do you fight? Are you good at it? I bet you are - you’re all toned and stuff.”

Caitlyn smiled. She’s bouncing off the bloody walls. “I hope you’re not here to fight.”

The woman straightened, beaming madly. “Nope! I’m here to fuck you. Oh! Only if you want to! Do you want to? I hope you want to. You’re really pretty and hot and sexy looking. Like there are a lot of hot girls here but I think you’re one of my favourites. Kayle is still my favourite but you’re a close second- no third- no fourth! Miss Fortune and Elise have you beat I reckon.”

If this one was as chaotic in bed as she was simply talking, a fun time awaited her for sure. “How about your name first?”

The woman smacked her forehead. “Oh, duh! My name’s Nilah. Yours is Caitlyn. Everyone knows that by now!”

Caitlyn brushed Nilah’s cheek. It felt as smooth as the silk that bound her arms. “Well, Nilah, how would you like me?”

Nilah’s cheeks darkened to match the colour of her freckles. “M- Me? Oh, well- I- uh-” She looked Cailtyn up and down. “Um… Oh, I don’t know! There’s too much to choose from!”

Caitlyn found a hard bulge in the front of Nilah’s trousers. “Shall I start with my mouth?”

“Oh, yes! Wait, no! Wait, yes! Your mouth looks really pretty!”

Nilah’s energy was infectious. Caitlyn couldn’t help but giggle as she got onto her knees. Laces held Nilah’s trousers up. The bulge shifted and grew as her fingers worked at unlacing. And kept shifting and kept growing until the laces were near to bursting at the seam. As she loosened the final lace, Nilah’s cock whipped free and greeted her with a slap. Caitlyn could have melted. No matter how many times she saw a cock as large as her fucking forearm, the spectacle never failed to give her butterflies in her stomach.

“She’s big, huh?” Nilah grinned as if she’d just won an award.

Caitlyn gave “her” a long, gentle stroke from tip to base. Nilah’s cut foreskin slid back an inch or so. “She’s a challenge alright.”

Nilah perked up. “Really?” Her cock throbbed.

“Oh, yes. You see, I’m ever so tight and small. Huge cocks like yours really do a number on me. I’m not sure if I’ll make it past you.”

The little lies brightened Nilah’s face. Her eyes - blue like the ocean - sparkled when she smiled. And she seemed to always smile. Caitlyn flashed her a challenging grin and kissed her tip.

“Shall I be rough, or gentle?”

Nilah’s cheeks darkened further. “G- Gentle, please.”

“Oh?” Caitlyn added a twist to her strokes. “You don’t seem like the gentle type.”

“I- I’m not! It’s just- well… sometimes the opposite can…”

“Fun?”

Nilah gummed her lips and nodded.

“I couldn’t agree more.” Caitlyn wrapped her lips around Nilah’s tip and guided her down her throat.

The girth, while it bulged Caitlyn’s throat to near breaking point, hardly uttered so much as a gag out of the cop-turned-service-slut. She played it up though, choking and spluttering, getting all messy. It got Nilah’s eyes sparking. Which got Cailtyn’s pussy throbbing.

“Fucking hell! You took it all!” Nilah gawked.

Caitlyn smiled with her eyes and got to work sucking Nilah's fat cock. Of course, she made sure to spare a hand to fondle her balls only to find, one hand wasn’t enough for Nilah’s sack. It was like trying to hold two ping-pong balls in her palm - doable but very difficult.

“Fuck~” Nilah’s face melted. “I wanna… mmm… I wanna fuck your face. N- No wait I wanna- I wanna fuck your pussy- no wait, your ass- no! Your face - definitely your face!”

Caitlyn choke for real as she laughed, coughing up spit all over her front. Nilah’s cock throbbed. She wrestled off her yellow top and flung it across the room. Erect nipples poked through her silk, chest wrap. Scars decorated her rock-hard abs. Nilah kept an iron grip on Caitlyn’s head as she made love to her throat. Such delicate tenderness didn’t make her feel like a piece of meat but, it did make her all warm and fuzzy. She gazed into Nilah’s sparking eyes like a good girl.

“I think you’re my new favourite~ N- No, second favourite. Kayle’s still the best. But… fuck… even her mouth doesn’t feel like this. And she’s literally like, a fucking divine creation.”

Nilah’s pace was a little off and the off-kilter fucking threatened to gag her. So, she loosened up, dropping her hands to her side to leave Nilah to pleasure herself as she wished. Her hands had other ideas. They found their way between her legs and rubbed her pussy through her panties.

“You- oh boy…” Nilah slumped her shoulders and let out a long, shuddered moan. “Y- You look really cute doing that. I… god… I think I’ll fuck your ass so I can keep watching you do that. Can I?”

When Caitlyn nodded, she could have sworn Nilah had diamonds for eyes they sparkled so much. “Thank you thank you thank you!” Nilah’s pace became a frenzy. When it caused Cailtyn to splutter a real splutter, she froze and clutched the back of her head. “Ooops sorry. Guess I got carried away.” She pulled out of Cailtyn’s throat.

Caitlyn wiped her mouth. “You’re fine. If I didn’t like getting messy, I wouldn’t be here.”

Nilah giggled. “I guess that’s true. I love getting messy. You know, after my first time - I made it twenty rounds by the way - I got so messy that I swear I could taste cum in the back of my throat for like a month. No one believes me but I swear it’s true!”

Caitlyn got to her feet and kissed her. “I believe you. Now, are you ready?”

“Uh-huh!” Nilah wrestled off her trousers and kicked off her boots. Thick, cored muscle made up her thighs. “Let’s do it outside! It’s so sunny today! It’ll be so warm and nice and warm!” Without awaiting an answer, Nilah ran out into the backyard and flung her chest wrap to the side. A long scar covered her toned back from her shoulder to her back dimples.

Caitlyn found her by the pool, standing over the same deck chair Camille had made a ruin of her in. The mere sight of it made Caitlyn feel as ravenous as a wild dog. Nilah’s huge, cut, bronze cock didn’t help matters either.

“On my back?”

“Yes please!” Nilah started stroking her cock.

The midday sun glistened on Cailtyn’s crusty skin. Strange, she thought. I don’t feel this messy. She couldn’t argue with the sun though. A glaze of cum covered her from belly to tits. Nilah gave it a tentative look. Suddenly, she licked Caitlyn’s belly, chest and the valley between her breasts.

“Taste nice?”

“Yup!” She slid Caitlyn’s panties down her pale, slender legs and tossed them out of sight.

Caitlyn giggled and spread her legs for her. Stroking her cock, Nilah stared at Caitlyn’s asshole with a partly opened mouth. Only once Caitlyn began playing with herself did she snap back to her senses.

“Will I fit?”

“You will.”

“Are you sure, I-”

“You’re just perfect.”

Nilah’s cheeks darkened. Biting her lip, she grabbed the back of Caitlyn’s thighs and spread her legs wide. Her cock encountered resistance. But only for a moment. After letting the air out of her lungs, Caitlyn accepted Nilah’s whole length without issue. She glided balls deep inside her as if Caitlyn’s ass had been made for her. It was. She was Nilah’s toy, her fuck doll, a slave to her whims. To have her inside her gut, to see the bulge she gave her belly, to hear her whimpering moan; it made her feel utterly complete.

Nilah trembled over her, staring at her hand rubbing the length of her pussy. “S- So pink.”

“Would you like to switch?”

Nilah shook her head. Her hips drew her cock out of Cailtyn’s ass and a moan from Cailtyn’s mouth. One slow stroke. That was all. And she already felt on the verge of cumming. When Nilah ventured back inside her, she did. Just like her new partner, her orgasm was a gentle but exciteable thing. It meandered through her body but constantly branched off, contracting muscles here and there. A grin spread across Cailtyn’s face as she felt her pussy quiver against her fingers.

“W- Wow! D- Did I just make you cum with one stroke?!” Nilah’s pace kicked up into a frenzy.

“Fuck!” Caitlyn screamed. It was unreal. It was beyond anything. Pleasure like nothing else.

Nilah’s cock pounded her tight asshole. Her belly bulged again and again as if she had a piston in her stomach. Squirt showered Nilah’s scarred abs. Golden sunlight glistened off the running droplets. Nilah froze, panting hard.

“O- Oops. Sorry.”

“Don’t be,” Caitlyn whispered. A warm calm swept over her, despite the complaints of her quivering ass.

Nilah began a slow, insistent fuck - a pace that spoke of strength but, still with something to prove. Her balls slapped below Cailtyn’s asshole. Their sweat and the trickle of squirt made a soft, wet sound. Caitlyn slid her middle and ring finger inside her drenched pussy and matched her rhythm. She nearly came again when she felt Nilah’s cock press against her fingers. The bulging bottom of her pussy rose and fell with each tip-to-base thrust of Nilah’s cock.

“You’re so fucking good,” Nilah whispered.

Caitlyn let out a trembling moan. “You’re better.”

“N- No way… You are- I’m in- This is fucking heaven.”

“Better than… shit… better than Kayle?”

“Uh huh~” Nilah closed her eyes.

Their foreheads touched. Hot breath blasted Cailtyn’s face with each thrust. She put an end to that with a long kiss. Breathing through their noses, they didn’t allow the kiss to end. It kept going and going, getting sloppy and sloppier. Drool dribbled down Caitlyn’s chin. Who’s, she couldn’t say. Caitlyn ran her hand up and down Nilah’s back. Her fingers traced long, jagged scars. Nilah shuddered and her pace picked up a bit. The deck chair rocked back and forth, creaking and squeaking. Caitlyn moaned into Nilah’s mouth. Every heavy thrust made her feel smaller and smaller, weaker and weaker. And the smaller and weaker she felt, the more her groin sang Nilah’s praises. Caitlyn whipped her fingers from her pussy. Slick, warm fingertips rubbed frantic circles into her clit.

The kiss broke. “Fuck,” Caitlyn gasped. Pleasure erupted along her spine as shuddering contractions spread across her body. Nilah’s eyes sparkled. “You’re cumming again?”

“U- Uh huh~”

Nilah’s hips kicked up a frenzy. The belly bulge rose and fell in rapid succession. Caitlyn squirmed. The giant cock electrified her with each, devastating plunge. Her ankles locked behind Nilah’s back and her arms around Nilah’s neck, pulling Nilah’s sweaty body to hers. Warmth radiated to Caitlyn’s core; the calm amidst the storm.

“You feel so good! So fucking good!” Nilah cried.

Caitlyn moaned, sharp gasping moans each time Nilah’s groin crashed into her; each time Nilah made her whole. Nilah’s cock began to twitch. Use me. Her breathing became ragged. Fill me. Her wild, sparkling eyes drooped. It’s what I’m here for.

“Caitlyn!” Nilah spilled deep inside. Hot cum flooded her gut, flowing down her ass around the shaft. Nilah’s sparkling eyes rolled back and a lazy grin spread across her face.

Wave after wave of cum filled Caitlyn’s ass. Nilah’s cock heaved and throbbed, bulging Caitlyn’s belly as she filled it. Caitlyn stroked Nilah’s cheek. “That’s it, good girl. You’ve earned it.”

Nilah muttered something in return. Her cock sputtered one last wave of cum. It limped and shrank, easing away the pressure on Cailtyn’s belly. All the cum plugged inside by its girth escaped at once, spilling all over Nilah’s balls and the deck chair. As her cock limped, Nilah followed suit. She slumped, melting into Caitlyn’s embrace and, for the first time, was still.

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Caitlyn's Futa Obsession

Chapter 10: Miss Fortune

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Tags: Futanari x fem, Caitlyn x FUTA!Miss Fortune, free use sex, endless orgasms, fatigued sex, passion, submissive Caitlyn, dom Miss Fortune

Featured Characters: FUTA!Miss Fortune, Caitlyn

Word Count: 4,524

Ahri gawked at Caitlyn with dazzling, golden eyes of hers. Her nine puffy tails swished back and forth. A grin crept across her pink, glossy lips.

“Impressive, dear…” She caressed Caitlyn with her eyes. “Very impressive.”

“I live to please,” Caitlyn managed to say. Even speaking got her muscles screaming.

The front of Ahri’s skirt shifted. Her massive cock began to lift but, Ahri took a deep breath and it retreated. “You have no idea how much restraint… my god, I mean, look at you, dear…”

Caitlyn planted one foot on the carpet. Her calf and thigh screamed at her but, she stood in spite of them. “Restraint? Why bother mistress, this is your house, right? Your house, your rules.”

Ahri laughed. “Oh, don’t try and tempt me, dear. You’re far too good at it.”

Caitlyn giggled and bowed her head. “As you say, Mistress Ahri.”

“Yes…” Ahri bit her lip. “As I say…” She shook her head and cleared her throat. “Anyway, rest up dear and rest well. This may well be your last rest of the evening. Round ten is right around the corner.”

“I’ll not waste a moment of it, mistress.”

“Smart girl.” Ahri glanced at Bel’Veth sprawled out on the carpet. She clapped her hands. “Clean up crew! Help Empress Bel’Veth back to her room!”

A side door on the other side of the room opened. A grizzled man smoking a cigar appeared, followed by a cloaked man wearing a brimmed hat. A few hours ago, Caitlyn might have covered her chest without a second thought. As her lack of reaction clicked with her, the men lifted Bel’Veth by the arms… tentacles. By the upper limbs. Not once, did they look her way.

“We’ve got names you know. We ain’t slaves.” The grizzled man gave Ahri the side eye.

“Yes, and you’ll do well to leave your names outside. Now chop-chop. That’s royalty you’re carrying there.”

“That’s one word for it…” The grizzled man muttered.

The cloaked man smirked at Ahri. “I’ve got no qualms about bein’ your slave, darlin’.”

Ahri shot him a withering look. The men hurried through the main double doors with Bel’Veth strung up between them.

“Who are they?” Caitlyn asked.

“Hired help who know how to keep a secret. Funnily enough, they hail from your next region. Bilgewater.”

“How many?”

“Three. You’re moving up, dear. Let’s see if you can go any further.”

“I can go all the way.”

“Ah, still so confident.”

“Come on, you still think I’ll only make it to round ten? After Bel’Veth?”

Ahri chuckled. “I guess we’ll see. Won’t we, dear?”

Caitlyn puffed her chest. Her ribs and diaphragm screamed at her. “We will.”

“Enjoy your five minutes, dear.” Ahri turned tail and left Caitlyn to her own devices.

Caitlyn rushed to the kitchen and poured herself a glass of water. Every inch of her screamed for the tallest glass she could find but, Caitlyn ignored them. With how big these cocks were getting, the last thing she needed was one pressing against a full bladder. Despite everything, she still had some limits. On top of the water, Caitlyn made herself a simple ham sandwich. Food is fuel. Without fuel, she’d burn out far before the finish line. With new-found energy, Cailtyn paced a few laps of the room. The soft carpet cushioned every step and the movement stretched aches and pains from her muscles. Once the tenderness in her legs had dulled, she moved on to her upper body and did some stretches. Her back and diaphragm were priority number one. She needed to be able to stay upright on a cock if need be and be able to crunch while on her back. Next, her wrists and forearms. And finally her jaw. There was no exercise for her ass or pussy so, Caitlyn wrapped some ice in a hand towel and held it to her groin as she lounged on the pile of cushions.

The double doors opened far too soon. Her pussy and ass complained to no end as she removed the ice. Though, their tune changed once Caitlyn caught sight of the figure strolling across the carpet. A woman with long, flowing red hair strutted to meet her. A tiny, frilly blouse fought tooth and nail to contain a pair of breasts larger than their owner’s head. All that kept it up was a thin, taught string that slung around her bare shoulders. Below the tiny blouse was open, bare skin from the top of the ribcage right to inches above the groin. A groove divided her toned stomach muscles in half right to the top of her belly button. Skin tight leggings bound two a set of slender thighs and the smallest skirt Caitlyn had ever laid eyes upon accented a pair of already wide hips. The gorgeous woman stood over Cailtyn with a shocked look. She lifted the brim of her pirate hat as if needing a better look.

“Well, aren’t you just adorable?” Her voice, smooth and low, dripped off her tongue with every word.

Caitlyn found words to be a foreign concept. She went to stand.

“Oh no, sit, sit. You must be so sore.” The woman knelt and eased Cailtyn down by the shoulders. The top half of her enormous breasts filled Cailtyn’s vision.

“It- It’s nothing really.”

“Nothing? Bel’Veth was nothing to you?”

Caitlyn shrugged and managed a grin. “Could have been worse.”

The woman laughed. “That’s the fucking spirit. Oh, you’ll do well here. Very well.”

“I plan on it.”

The woman looked her up and down. She bit her plump lip.

“Can I know your name?” Caitlyn asked. “Or whatever you’d like me to call you.”

“Sarah. Or Miss Fortune. Either’s fine.”

“How about just, Miss?”

Miss Fortune laughed. “Fuck no, that makes me sound like your fucking teacher.”

Caitlyn blushed and giggled. “True.”

“No, the only title I’ll let you call me is Captain.”

Caitlyn quivered. “I like the sound of that.”

“Do you now? Well then, Captain it is. Only… that makes you sound like you’re a part of my crew.”

“O- Oh well then I can just-”

Miss Fortune put a finger to Caitlyn’s lips. “You need to look the part.” She placed her hat on Cailtyn’s head. “There, much better. Now, give us an “argh”.”

Caitlyn laughed. “Uh… arghhh?”

“Come now, you’d get laughed off the ship with an arghhh like that. Get it nice and low, good and gravelly.”

Caitlyn cleared her throat. “ Arghhhhhhh .”

Miss Fortune leaned closer and traced a line up Caitlyn’s belly. “Your first mate material for sure.” Under gravity’s influence, her breasts bulged against the meagre restraints of the frilly blouse.

“Do you take care of your first mates?”

“Oh, yes. Very special care.”

“Would you like to know my name?”

“Please, everyone out there knows your name by now, Caitlyn. Now, so the fox doesn’t fucking hound us. Can I get a yes out of you?”

“Yes, I consent, Captain.”

“Ooo, you’re right.” Miss Fortune pressed her plump, sweet lips against Caitlyn’s. “That does sound good.” She gave Caitlyn’s nipple a swift pinch.

Caitlyn gasped and Miss Fortune got to her feet.

“Are you comfy?” She asked.

“Yes, Captain. Very.”

“Good. Enjoy yourself.”

Miss Fortune hooked the thin straps of her blouse with her thumbs. She pushed her chest out and leaned forward until her breasts were bulging. Caitlyn found herself gawking. Breasts that big weren’t real. They were for porn stars and models. Not real people. Yet, here they were, right in front of her eyes.

“I said, enjoy yourself, Caitlyn.” Miss Fortune glanced at her pussy.

“Oh, yes. Sorry, Captain.” Caitlyn covered her pussy with three fingers and began rubbing in circles.

Miss Fortune bit her lip. “You’re more than forgiven.” Eyes locked on Caitlyn’s pussy, Miss Fortune stood up and took a step back.

She lifted the straps of her blouse and shrugged free. The blouse fell to her waist. Her breasts spilled free with a gentle bounce. A thought ran through Caitlyn’s mind. Are they natural? A dumb thought, really. Why would a pirate want fake boobs? Of course, they’re real. They’re probably more of a nuisance than anything. Caitlyn wanted to bury her face between those nuisances more than anything in the world. She rubbed her pussy a little faster

Miss Fortune gave her fat, pink nipple a pinch. “Do these excite you?”

“Yes, Captain.” Caitlyn’s breathing deepened. Pleasure quivered her tender insides.

“Just wait until you see downstairs.”

Miss Fortune brushed her hair out of her face and turned around. A tiny gap separated the top of her thighs. Apart from that, they touched completely. Her ass stretched her leggings to their limits. Buckles secured them down the sides of her legs. She stuck her round ass out, bent over and flicked open each and every buckle. The leggings parted into two and fell to her ankles, unleashing a modest cock and a tight, shaven ballsack.

A modest cock? In a house of giants, yes. But compare her to any of Cailtyn’s toys, and they’d be outclassed any day. At this rate, when I’m done here, a normal cock may never satisfy me again. Even so, she couldn’t take her eyes off it.

Miss Fortune’s tiny skirt brushed the top of her cock’s shaft. She undid a single button and tossed it aside. Turning around, she glided her hands over her body. Over her heaving breasts and fat, pink nipples. Over her toned stomach and slender waist. Over her rolling curves and juicy thighs. Her red hair streamed past her waist in luscious, wavy locks.

“Are you ready, First Mate Caitlyn?”

Caitlyn swallowed a moan. “I am, Captain.”

“Really? I’m not sure. Can you handle me?”

“I-” The moan fought to be free. “I can, Captain!”

“I don’t know…”

Caitlyn moaned. Her hand whipped into a frenzy. “Please, Captain! Please fuck me!”

Miss Fortune laughed. “Slow down there, sweetheart.” She crawled on top of Caitlyn. “Fuck you?” Her hand pressed again the pillow beside Caitlyn’s head. “No, not yet.” Her thumb traced Caitlyn’s bottom lip. “Any Captain worth her salt takes care of her crew. Especially her first mate.”

She flashed Cailtyn a grin before disappearing between her legs. Cailtyn’s hand got knocked aside and replaced by a pair of plump lips. A lingering moan escaped Caitlyn as she melted back into the velvet cushions. Of their own accord, her hands found Miss Fortune’s hair and stroked her red, wavy locks. To grasp them may as well have been to grasp silk. It passed through her fingers like the fabric of an expensive dress.

Pleasure coursed up Cailtyn’s spine. Moans passed between her lips unimpeded. Her back arched. The back of her head pressed against the pillows. Her hat fell over her eyes. Without the sight of the ceiling to occupy her eyes, her mind honed in on the euphoric movements of Miss Fortune’s mouth. Lips and tongue moved as one across every inch of her pussy. Top to bottom. In straight lines, in circles, in zigzags. Not just the clit but the whole pussy. Caitlyn’s chest rose and fell as soft lips and a wet tongue squeezed every ounce of possible pleasure from her. She coiled her fingers, taking fistfuls of the silky hair.

The pleasure began to climb. “Captian!” She let out a long, shuddering moan. “Captian…” Higher and higher the pleasure climbed.

It reached the summit. And then fell.

Caitlyn’s back hit the cushions, her hands pulled on the silky hair, her feet kicked the air and somewhere far away off in the distance, her voice cried a laughing moan. Orgasmic waves washed through her, from groin to chest, to the ends of her finger and then the ends of her toes. With a shaking hand, she lifted her pirate’s hat. Miss Fortune should have been grinning at her, or eye fucking her, or approaching for a hungry kiss. Instead, she kept on eating her out, as if the orgasm hadn’t even happened. In the midst of her orgasmic haze, Cailtyn was about to tell her to stop when a smile pressed against her pussy and a slender finger slipped inside her asshole. Then two. Then three.

“Fuck! Captain~!” Caitlyn melted into the cushions.

Over the top of her breasts, Caitlyn saw Miss Fortune grin.

“They really haven’t been taking it easy on you. I slipped in - easy as that!” Her fingers twisted, pulled and plunged.

“Th- They helped me - helped you; I’m all ready for your use, Captain. For your f- oh fuck… your fingers and y- your cock o- or anything you desire! Oh my god!”

The world melted. Pleasure hit like a punch to the gut. She found herself sitting up with handfuls of the cushions, moaning her head off as she squirted all over Miss Fortune’s massive tits.

Miss Fortune laughed. “Lucky! I caught you at the fucking best stage of ruination. Sweetheart, you’ve cum so many times that you’re in a constant state of over-sensitivity.”

Tremors rattled Caitlyn’s body. “Wh- What does that mean?”

Miss Fortune licked Caitlyn from clit to collarbone. Her lips hovered above hers. “It means you’re about to cum more than you’ve come today combined.”

Plump lips locked hers. Massive breasts engulfed hers. A throbbing cock rammed inside her pussy. It filled her almost at once and while it wasn’t as long as some of the others or as long, it was perfect. Caitlyn moved her hips with the push and pull of Miss Fortune’s cock, melting with each stroke. All the pain that ice failed to defeat melted away in mere moments, leaving nothing but pleasure; euphoric, heavenly pleasure. Her captain knew her pussy like it was a second home. She found all her most sensitive spots; all the spots that made her gasp and squeal. She kept her rhythm perfect so as to never leave a moment for pleasure to lull. Her hands meandered around her body, sliding over her curves, pinching and pulling, grabbing and spanking. Her tongue pushed her back into her mouth, pressing it into submission.

Miss Fortune bit Caitlyn’s lip. A smirk formed. Her thumb wandered onto her clit. “Two,” she whispered.

Miss Fortune’s thumb rubbed circles into her clit, applying heavy pressure. A gentle wave of pleasure became a tsunami and crashed against Caitlyn with the weight of the world. Every part of her body contracted at once. Her moan caught in her throat. A pitiful, little squirt gushed over Miss Fortune’s cock.

Before Caitlyn even had time to process to orgasm, the world flipped and she found herself biting a pillow. Miss Fortune’s groin clapped her ass as she lay into her with an assault of heavy thrusts. As she fucked Caitlyn into the floor, she reached between her legs.

“Three,” Miss Fortune whispered.

Caitlyn managed only a choked squeal before the third orgasm hit her. She collapsed onto her side, sliding off of Miss Fortune’s cock. Her pussy contracted into long, heavenly pulses. Giggling, Miss Fortune lay behind her. She cupped Caitlyn’s breast, nibbled on her neck and guided herself back inside Caitlyn’s contracting pussy. Slow, wet clapping filled the air as her groin met Caitlyn’s ass over and over. Pleasure shivered up her spine with each, slow, gentle thrust. No sooner did the third orgasm fade than the fourth began to creep into the light.

“You’re gonna make me cum again…” Caitlyn moaned.

“That’s the idea.” Miss Fortune pinched her nipple. “Four,” she whispered against her neck.

The fourth orgasm began to bubble to the surface. Miss Fortune clasped her hand over Caitlyn’s mouth. Her pace exploded from a stroll to a sprint. Insane pleasure erupted all at once. Caitlyn moaned into her captain’s palm, clutching her wrist and pushing her ass back with each thrust.

“Take it all,” Miss Fortune moaned. “My sexy, tight, little first mate.” She slapped Caitlyn’s ass.

A crack - like a whip - snapped the air. Beautiful heat stung her ass cheek. Miss Fortune’s breathing quickened and became heavier. Her heart thundered against Cailtyn’s back. She twisted Caitlyn onto her stomach and pinned her to the pillows by her shoulders. Caitlyn’s ass lifted all on its own, earning her a panted laugh from her captain.

“Good fucking girl.” Miss Fortune nibbled her ear as she positioned herself above Caitlyn.

Slowly, she dropped her hips and slid into Caitlyn from above. As her cock filled Caitlyn, her balls rested just above her clit. The cock slid back. Then slammed back into place. Slow thrusts hammered Cailtyn’s pussy. Her captain’s balls slapped her vulva. A battering ram of pleasure assaulted Cailtyn’s body, crashing through her from groin to nape. Her pleasure ramped and ramped, threatening to peak after only a few thrusts. A trembling troubled her captain’s body.

“F- Five~”

Pleasure screamed. As did Caitlyn. She fell flat against the pillows. As did Miss Fortune. Her giant tits squished against her back. Her throbbing cock missed her pussy. It pressed against it, twitching and throbbing. Hot, heavy breaths filled Caitlyn’s ear. Caitlyn lay beneath her captain’s warm, sweaty body with a grin plastered across her face, riding the dying moments of her orgasm to completion. It sputtered to a stop but, even so, little tremors of contractions tickled her afterwards.

“You can cum if you want, Captain,” she whispered. “I don’t mind.”

“N- No way. I’m going for a record.”

“What’s the record?”

Miss Fortune kissed her neck. “Eight.”

Butterflies fluttered about in Cailtyn’s stomach. “Eight?”

“Does that excite my first mate?” Miss Fortune rolled off of her and spooned her side.

Caitlyn rolled over to face her. She blushed. Despite everything she’d done today - everything that had been done to her - she blushed. “Uh huh~”

Miss Fortune grinned and kissed her. They fell deep into each other’s arms and deeper into each other’s lips. Caitlyn explored her body; the tender muscle of her hips and the squishy pillows that were her breasts. Slender arms and slender thighs. Soft skin and softer hair. And somewhere, somehow along the journey, her hands found their way to her soft, slender cock. She stroked her shaft, thumbed the tip and cupped her balls.

Miss Fortune pressed her forehead against hers. “Magic~ Magic fucking hands…”

“Not magic, captain. Just practice.”

Miss Fortune looked her in the eyes with a melting look. “If you make it to the end of all this, you’ll be a f- fucking goddess.”

Caitlyn giggled. “Am I not now?”

A moan spilled out of Miss Fortune as she melted against Caitlyn’s body. “You’re perfect. Fucking perfect. God, slip your bottom leg through mine - I need back inside you right fucking now.”

“Yes, Captain.” With a smile, Cailtyn slid her leg through Miss Fortune’s. How she knew what to do next, she hadn’t a clue but, she found herself hooking her other leg over Miss Fortune’s hip.

Miss Fortune seized her ass with both hands, buried her face into Caitlyn’s breasts and thrust inside her. It was an awkward entrance but, once she was inside, Caitlyn melted into bliss. Her sweet, high moans mixed with her captain, ragged, husky groans to create gorgeous music in the muggy air. Miss Fortune massaged her ass, breathing life back into the bruises left by Camille. One squeeze was all it took. Caitlyn came at once.

“Six!” Miss Fortune gasped.

Caitlyn’s heart hammered in her chest. Fire burned in her chest. She flipped Miss Fortune onto her back and rode her into the floor like she was trying to break it. Miss Fortune gawked at her like a fish. Her eyes rolled back, and her head followed suit. Caitlyn grasped both of her giant breasts. Under their own weight, they’d flattened against Miss Fortune’s chest. She spread them apart and plunged her face between them. They engulfed her face in soft, warm heaven. An hour ago, Caitlyn might have fucked her captain she filled her pussy with hot cum but now, her orgasm-riddled pussy devolved her into a spluttering, trembling mess in mere moments.

“Fuck!” Miss Fortune gasped. She slapped Cailtyn’s ass and that alone almost made her cum all over again.

“S- Seven,” Caitlyn managed.

“After all that, you still have fucking energy…” Miss Fortune lifted her face. She looked at Caitlyn like a piece of meat. “What I’d do to you if I had you all to myself~”

“D- Don’t cum and you do, Captain.”

Miss Fortune laughed. “You’re not making it easy.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” Caitlyn ground her hips.

Miss Fortune tensed. Her cock twitched so violently inside Caitlyn that she thought she might have cum there and then. “Fuck… You cheeky, little, fucking slut.”

One moment, Cailtyn was on top of Miss Fortune. The next, she had Caitlyn in the air by the ass. Cailtyn’s legs wrapped around her slim waist and her arms wrapped around her neck. Miss Fortune’s cock never left her pussy. Thoughts left the equation. Caitlyn locked her lips and grinded her hips. Kissing and fucking like animals, they stumbled their way over to the couch. Rather than taking to the cushions, Miss Fortune pressed her up against the back of the couch. It teetered and squeaked. Crazed thrusts pounded Cailtyn’s pussy. One hand left her ass and snuck up her body, finding her nipple and giving it a sharp pinch.

“Cum, you little whore,” Miss Fortune panted into her ear.

“Make me,” Caitlyn moaned.

She fought her orgasm with all her might - service be damned. If her captain beat her record, she might finally cum and then, it’d all be over. It couldn’t end. Not yet. It felt so good. So unbelievably, fucking good. It had to last forever. She had to feel good forever. But, Caitlyn was but a falling leaf and her captain was the howling wind. Her eighth orgasm hit her like a truck. No matter how hard she fought, Cailtyn’s body gave out on her. Her squirt returned with a vengeance. She went limp. And the world fuzzed. All that stopped her from hitting the floor as she came were her captain’s strong arms.

“Eight…” Miss Fortune’s crazed thrusting ramped down to a gentle, patient fuck. She lifted Cailtyn off of the back of the couch and gazed into her eyes as she held her.

“That’s it, sweetheart. Enjoy yourself. You’ve earned it.”

“P- Please don’t cum, Captain - don’t let it end.”

“But it has to, sweety.”

“N- No, it feels so good. It can’t end. It’s too good.”

“What about the next round? Your strength?”

“Fuck my strength. Fuck whatever comes next.”

Miss Fortune giggled and slowed her hips to a standstill. “I suppose, I haven’t beat my record yet, have I?”

“Y- You haven’t?” Caitlyn perked up.

“And I’m nowhere near the inhouse record of fifteen.”

“Barely even halfway.”

“Barely even halfway~” Miss Fortune kissed Caitlyn hard. Her hips picked back up.

Caitlyn squeezed her trembling legs around her captain’s waist and dug her nails into her shoulder blades. They turned around and headed for the double doors.

“Moan,” Miss Fortune whispered. The mahogany doors touched Cailtyn’s bare back. “Scream. Whatever. So long as they can hear how much you love what I’m doing to you.” Miss Fortune nipped her neck.

“Yes, C- Captain!”

Miss Fortune buried her cock inside Caitlyn’s pussy. Caitlyn buried her face into Miss Fortune’s luscious, red hair. She moaned and moaned and moaned with all her might. At first, she exaggerated. Soon, they were real. Her ninth orgasm saw to that, and the tenth, and the eleventh. They erupted in quick succession, assaulting her like an artillery barrage. The hard, mahogany wood banged against her as she threw it back to let out her orgasmic screams. Miss Fortune wasn’t much quieter. She was losing her pace, her power and her rhythm; she was losing herself. The twelfth orgasm took far longer to arrive. It lingered for an eternity, teetering on the edge of euphoria. But when it hit, it hit. Tears streamed down Cailtyn’s cheeks as she laugh-moaned. She felt drunk and high all at the same time. Nothing made sense. Nothing was real. Just her captain’s plump lips, giant tits and hard, twitching cock. She locked those plump lips between moans, pressed her tits against those giant ones, and ground her pussy against that hard, twitching cock. Her abs screamed at her. As did her thighs, arms and back. But they could go to hell - her captain was in trouble and she needed to help her. It’s what she’s for. All she’s for.

Miss Fortune barely moved her hips at all. She leaned against the door with all her weight and panted heavy, deep breaths. But still, their groins clapped together and the lock of the double doors rattled. Caitlyn used her whole body to fuck Miss Fortune, pumping her pussy up and down her captain’s hard, twitching cock. Even as she came for the thirteenth time, Caitlyn didn’t quit.

“I- I can’t…” Miss Fortune whispered.

“Yes, you can!”

“I’m… gonna cum.”

“Don’t you dare! They’ve all heard us out there. Are you gonna let them gloat because you failed to beat the record?”

Miss Fortune tensed. “N- No fucking way!” She slammed all her weight into Caitlyn and fucked her like an unhinged, crazed beast.

Caitlyn threw back her head and moaned; loud and high. So loud she was sure any neighbours were sure to hear. Her energy, her determination and rage and euphoria all dwindled away as the fourteenth orgasm hit her. She didn’t even moan, merely croaking as she melted into Miss Fortune’s embrace. No matter. Her captain - her strong, beautiful captain - carried her across the finish line. The fifteenth orgasm came mid-stroke, just as the fourteenth faded. Caitlyn expected a mad dash after that but, through the haze and confusion, she saw her captain smirk. She slowed down and eased up.

“Wh- What’s that look for? Y- You didn’t think I was tired d- did you? I-” she shuddered. “- I can do this all fucking… fucking day. I’m not even close.”

Caitlyn stroked her cheek and smiled a gentle smile. “Never, captain. Not even for a second.”

Miss Fortune gazed upon her with a heavenly look. She thumbed her clit and locked their lips. As they shared long, gentle kisses, Cailtyn came one last time. A soft orgasm - delicate as a feather’s touch. Miss Fortune shuddered as Cailtyn’s pussy squeezed her cock.

“Six- six- six-” Cailtyn’s pussy relaxed. “- teen,” Miss Fortune sighed.

Slowly, they slumped to the ground - Miss Fortune’s load spilling all the way. As wave after wave of cum filled Caitlyn’s pussy, she and her captain held each other on the floor, at the feet of the double doors. But then, as good became great, two sharp knocks wrapped against the doors.

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Caitlyn's Futa Obsession

Chapter 9: Bel'Veth

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Tags: Futanari x fem, Caitlyn x Bel'Veth, free use sex, endurance sex, standing sex, tentacles, triple penetration (mouth, ass, pussy), submissive Caitlyn, psychotic dom Bel'Veth

Featured Characters: FUTA!Bel'Veth, Caitlyn

Word Count: 1,637

The ground slammed against her face. Pain coursed through her skull. Groaning, she fell onto her side, holding her head. The grass was soft. How cruel for something so comfortable to cover something so hard. She hurt all over. Every muscle burned, complaining endlessly. Nowhere more than her groin. If she’d been told her ass and pussy had combined into one, she would have believed it. They ached as one. Burned as one. Complained as one. She felt hollow and oh god, it made her so unbelievably horny. Why? What about being used like a fuck doll excited her so much? There was no love. No compassion. No tenderness. She’d been treated like a piece of meat. Consumed and enjoyed thoroughly only to be forgotten about in the next breath. And it had her touching herself, outside, in a stranger's backyard.

The back door approached. Was she walking? When had she done that? When had she gotten up? Wasn’t she just touching herself? She stepped inside. Soft carpet cushioned her feet. Crisp air conditioning soothed her searing muscles. A new woman stood behind the couch, eyeing her like a piece of meat. Caitlyn could’ve fucked her right then, no questions only… Was she a woman? Was she even human? She looked at it. But she also didn’t. She had the face and figure of a woman. But she also had… armour? Horns? Huge, spiky protrusions jutted out where shoulders ought to be. What looked like teeth nestled her hips. Large and jagged, like a cougar’s. Was her chest a mouth? Caitlyn had to be seeing things. Eyes stared at her. Four purple eyes on her torso blinked. Two, thick, purple tentacles hung where arms ought to be. They swished back and forth, like tails. Yet, she had a human face. One that smirked.

“My, haven’t they done a number on you? You can barely stand. Impressive work, for humans.”

Caitlyn tried to talk but only muttered.

The woman laughed. “Mercy? Is that the way of it? Shake your head and I’ll leave.”

No! She couldn’t leave! In her panic, Caitlyn almost shook her head but caught herself. She nodded vigorously.

The woman rounded the couch. In place of legs she had… she had… nothing. She seemed to float just above the ground. A cloak of lichen covered the place where the legs should be. She glided as if on ice. “Excellent. I am Bel’Veth. If you regain speech, you shall refer to me as Goddess and only goddess. Is that understood, whore?”

Caitlyn nodded.

Bel’Veth’s tentacles raised and poised like vipers ready to strike. “Let’s see how long you can stand for, shall we?” The left tentacle became a blur.

It burst into her ass. A wailing moan escaped Cailtyn’s lips. Her thighs turned to putty. Her knees knocked. Her mind spun. Yet, she did not fall.

Bel’Veth moaned a soft, husky moan. “Very impressive~” The tentacle pumped slow and steady.

A bulge appeared and disappeared in Caitlyn's stomach. Her hands reached for something steady and found only air. They floundered in their desperate search. Moan after moan left Caitlyn’s mouth, long and wavering.

“Squat, whore. Don’t kneel, squat. Keep those feet flat.”

She couldn’t do it. No way. She’d fall. But her goddess commanded her to do it. Her legs trembled to no end as she bent her knees and lowered her ass to her ankles. Her ass opened even wider, inviting Bel’Veth deeper. She accepted at once. Caitlyn screamed. Tears streamed down her cheeks. Her hand rubbed her pussy in a maddened frenzy.

“Fucking hell… Where did she find you? Open your mouth, whore.”

She needed to speak. Commands must be answered with words. Deep down, she mustered all her strength. “Y- Yes Goddess,” she whispered. She opened her mouth as wide as it would go.

Bel’Veth’s right tentacle twitched and she did little more than stare at her. “I’m going to fucking ruin you,” she whispered.

“Please, Goddess.”

Bel’Veth shuddered and thrust her right tentacle down Caitlyn’s throat. Caitlyn braced for a gag. None came. The tentacle slid down her throat. All the way down. It drew back. All the way to her lips. Nothing. Not even a splutter. Bel’Veth looked as bewildered as Caitlyn felt. The tentacle plunged back down her throat and fucked it wildly. Her hand seized its thick, purple shaft and stroked, matching the crazed rhythm. The tentacles synced their paces. Caitlyn came instantly. It snuck up on her, as if out of nowhere. Finally, the splutter revealed itself as her moan struggled to escape her plugged throat. Only to vanish again. The orgasm left as quickly as it arrived, but pleasure never went anywhere. Caitlyn stared into Bel’Veth’s purple, bewildered eyes. Never once breaking contact.

The most amazing, delightful thing that could happen, happened. Two more tentacles sprouted from Bel’Veth’s side. Thinner than the other two giants but nonetheless, mouthwatering. They shot between Cailtyn’s legs and, as one, penetrated her pussy. Thrusting, she was used to. Squirming, she could have never anticipated. Her knees hit the carpet at once.

All thrusting halted. The tentacle drew back to the back of her throat, allowing air to flow through her nose. Bel’Veth smirked. “Bad whore.”

A gorgeous, fifth tentacle sprouted from Bel’Veth’s side. It snaked through the air, snapping and cracking like a whip. Caitlyn braced for punishment only to find herself hoisted to her feet. The tentacle had wrapped around her waist.

“First strike.” The tentacle coiled around her throat. It squeezed. “Second and this happens.” It squeezed tighter. Air fought to get to her lungs. “Third and this happens.” It squeezed even tighter. No air could pass. “I’ll knock you out and end your attempt. Camille prides herself on breaking newbies. I break veterans.” The tentacle let go.

Caitlyn gasped and grinned. “I won’t break.” Her full mouth muffled her words.

“Aren’t you a bold thing? Who knew such an obedient whore could be so defiant?”

“I’m here to pleasure everyone.”

“No. You’re here to be my plaything. And oh how I love breaking my toys. I’m a bit of a brat like that.”

The tentacles in her pussy began to squirm, stretching her every each way. The tentacle in her ass began to plunge, bulging her toned belly. The tentacle in her mouth punished her throat, stretching her gullet like it had never been before. They synched as one. A single machine of pleasure. Caitlyn melted to her core, unable to utter as much as a moan. Yet, she remained on her feet. Bel’Veth, however, made up her silence. Her moans, which began as steady and husky began to morph. The pitch raised. The rhythm wavered. All six of her eyes drooped. Her fifth tentacle massaged Caitlyn’s throat, twitching and throbbing. Caitlyn released her grip on the other tentacle and grasped the fifth. Slender and thin, her fingers wrapped all the way around. She stroked as far as her arms could extend, gliding her palms across the slick surface. Bel’Veth gasped. Her tentacles throbbed and bulged.

“Wh- What? That… That’s cheating…”

Caitlyn raised her eyebrows and increased her pace.

“N- No! You can’t- How did- You won’t win!”

Bel’Veth’s pace ramped up to an impossible rate. Caitlyn’s orgasmic screams escaped between the small spaces when the tentacle in her throat was between thrusts. Squirt erupted from her pussy. Her ass contracted like a vice. Her knees hit the carpet. Every joint locked, forcing her to hunch over. Drool dribbled down the shaft of the tentacle in her mouth. Squirt dribbled down the twins in her pussy.

Bel’Veth loomed over her. She fought to breathe. “Wh- Whore,” was all she managed between gasps.

Caitlyn forced her bowed head to rise and shot her a determined glare.

All of Bel’Veth’s tentacles twitched. “Get up on your own. If you can’t, you’re done.” The tentacle around her neck constricted.

Caitlyn dug deep. They’d pushed her body before in the academy. 2 mile runs every day had given her splints in her shins. This was nothing. She planted one foot on the carpet, directed everything into her leg and rose from her knees.

Bel’Veth blinked at her. Then scowled. “Fine, have it that way.”

Caitlyn gave her a daring look. It melted the moment the tentacles ramped up. She shifted her weight onto her ankles, let her head rest back on her shoulders and sent her hands to work stroking the fifth tentacle. Pleasure rang her mind like a bell. The world spun. Nothing was real. Only the carpet and the bottom of her feet. Only the tentacle and palms of her hands. Nothing else mattered.

Somewhere far away, Bel’Veth moaned feminine, trembling moans. She sounded so small. So delicate.

Suddenly, her words boomed like canons. “I won’t cum! Do you hear me?! Not by you! Not by some lowly human!”

Caitlyn lifted her head. All six eyes were closed. Her mouth hung open. Her face had melted. Yes, you will . Caitlyn added a twist to her strokes. Up until then, it hadn’t occurred to her to wonder how tentacles would cum. She got her answer, though. The tip of the tentacle opened in her mouth, like the petals of a flower. The others did the same, stretching her to near breaking. As cum erupted into every hole, Cailtyn came for the third time. She stood through the whole orgasm, through an eternity of blind pleasure. When eventually, the never-ending fog faded and reality returned she found Bel’Veth laying on her back at her feet. Cum pooled around the ends of her slick, tentacles. A look of utter bliss had frozen on Bel’Veth’s face. Behind the monster, a stunned Ahri gawked at her.

Caitlyn fell to her knees, grinning like a madwoman. She could do this. She could go all the way.

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Caitlyn's Futa Obsession

Chapter 8: Kai'Sa

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Tags: Futanari x fem, Caitlyn x Kai'Sa, free use sex, passionless sex, rough sex, double penetration, outdoors sex, submissive Caitlyn, unstable dom Kai'Sa

Featured Characters: FUTA!Kai'Sa, Caitlyn

Word Count: 3,925

Sivir and Taliyah took their time getting dressed. A blessing. More time delayed meant more time for healing. They laughed and joked, teasing each other about this or that, riding out the time before the final set of knocks upon the door. Caitlyn paid them little mind. She relaxed in the cushion pile, eyes closed, focused on her breathing. A dull ache persisted in her pussy. The sort of ache that lingers after exercise. More like a marathon in her case. Sivir and Taliyah were welcome to take their time.

Taliyah’s shout broke her concentration.

“Caitlyn, talk some sense into her!”

“Huh?” Caitlyn rubbed her eyes. “What are you talking about?”

“Sivir thinks she fucked you better!” Taliyah shrugged into her robes.

“Because I did,” Sivir said, trying her cloth chest-wrap behind her back.

“No way! I got Caitlyn to grind up against me. She was in fucking heaven the moment I entered her. Tell her Caitlyn.”

“She’ll tell no such thing. I made her cum. You didn’t. You’re out of your mind.”

Both women gave Caitlyn an expectant look.

Caitlyn gave them a smile. “You were both amazing.”

“But who was more amazing?” Taliyah asked. “Me, right?”

“Give it a rest, she’s clearly trying to spare your feelings.”

“No, it’s the truth. You were both equally amazing.”

Sivir snorted. Taliyah huffed. Their voices mixed into nonsense as they attempted to talk over one another. Caitlyn giggled as she watched them carry on. Sivir was right but, they didn’t need to know that.

Three knocks rapped against the door. The arguing continued all the way to the doors. Half their clothes were left behind. The doors closed behind them and the arguing muffled, then faded into silence. A moment later, Ahri entered the room.

“Great job, dear. Another region completed.”

“What? Already?”

“Yes, I do apologise. I’m still in the process of acquiring Shuriman members. Oh, but that doesn’t concern you.” Ahri shook her head and waved her hand. “How are you feeling dear? Still, feel like continuing?”

“Absolutely.”

Ahri clapped. “Fantastic! Camille shall be pleased. I’ve heard you made a certain promise. Ten rounds is quite the lofty goal.” Ahri’s golden eyes gleamed.

“I know but I can’t let Camille down. She’s Piltover’s pride and she believes I can do it.”

“She’s not the only one.” Ahri giggled. “The girls have started betting on how far you’ll make it. Most think around seven or eight but there are some who have bet higher. Vi thinks you’ll make it through all fifty!” Ahri laughed.

Caitlyn beamed. “She does?”

“Oh yes, and she’s so ever vocal about it.”

“What did you bet?”

“Nothing, dear. It’d be inappropriate to do so as host.”

“Well, what would you have bet just between you and me?”

Ahri clutched her chin. Her tails swished and her ears twitched. “I could see you making it to ten. You seem to handle fatigue and discomfort well.”

“Not fifty?”

“No. Don’t take it personally. Even I struggle to make it to fifty.”

“What if I do?” Caitlyn sat up and puffed her chest. “What happens if I make it through all fifty?”

Ahri chuckled and shook her head. “If by some miracle you do, I’ll give you whatever you want. One request. If it’s in my means, I’ll make it happen.”

“Deal.”

“Oh my, aren’t you confident?” Ahri sighed. “If only there weren’t so many other Ionian women here…” Ahri looked Cailtyn up and down. A bulge shifted beneath her skirt. She shook her head. “You’ve earned another rest, dear. Enjoy it. In five minutes I’ll send in your first of two partners from the Void.”

“The Void? What’s the Void?”

“Don’t worry about it, dear.”

Before Caitlyn could ask any more questions, Ahri left the room. She put the questions aside. They could wait. First, she immediately felt her buttplug. It shifted inside her with no resistance. She left the pile of pillows, snatched up the lube bottle and made her way over to the couch’s drawers. Kneeling, she pulled out her buttplug and replaced it with the next size up. Her ass put up a little fight but she got it inside her easily enough. She bit her lip as her ass quivered to accommodate the new size. She stood. Her ass clenched and a short moan escaped her lips. The pleasure eased her pussy’s dull ache for a wonderful little moment with each step.

Cailtyn stepped outside into the backyard. She’d been so distracted by Camille that she hadn’t taken it in properly. The marble only made up a terrace before the back door and a perimeter around the pool. A lawn stretched out beyond the marble to meet the fence. Hedges, vineyards, flowers and trees breathed life and colour into the space. Caitlyn ventured out onto the lawn. Uniform blades of grass tickled the soles of her feet. Gusts of sea breeze and rays of sun fought to chill and warm her skin. She found a spot of open grass free of shade and lay on her back. Sunlight poured onto her body, warming her aching muscles. Eyes closed, she basked in its soothing warmth. Her mind wandered to her conquering all fifty rounds. To Ahri’s shocked face. To Camille’s approving nod. To Vi’s proud grin. Vi’s grin refused to leave her mind. Her hand wandered between her legs. She shouldn’t, she was sore as it was. Pressure squeezed bliss from her clit and drained sense from her mind.

How long she masturbated for, Caitlyn didn’t know. All she knew was that one moment she swimming in thoughts of Vi and the next a pair of fingers snapped in her face.

“Don’t ignore me, human,” a voice like that of a drill sergeant barked.

Caitlyn’s eyes snapped open. Her hand fled her pussy. Standing above her was a woman dressed in some sort of skin-tight, purple body armour. Two huge pods protruded from her shoulders. They were hollow, open at the front and pointed at the back. Purple light glowed deep within their cavities. They blinked.

Caitlyn shrieked and scrambled away. “Is your amour alive?”

The woman’s plump lips twisted into a scowl. “Must all humans be so ignorant? Of course it’s alive, it’s a carapace.”

“A- A what?”

“Stop talking. And close your mouth, you look ridiculous.”

Caitlyn shut her hung-open jaw.

“You’ll speak only when asked to. Is that understood?”

“Yes.”

“Good. Now, do you consent to continue with me?”

Caitlyn stiffened and nodded. “I do.”

“Good. Don’t tell me your name but, hear mine. I am Kai’Sa. You will not speak my name, your mouth isn’t worthy of it.”

Caitlyn nodded.

“Come, follow me. Don’t stand. Crawl.” Kai’Sa turned and walked off across the lawn.

On hands and knees, Caitlyn crawled after her. Was it an act or did Kai’Sa actually hate her? Either way, Caitlyn loved her tone. The way it snapped and sliced made her feel tiny in the best way possible. And crawling after her made her feel insignificant, like a bug underfoot. It would have been the most exciting part of the experience if it weren’t for the view. Kai’Sa’s ass swayed in front of her. Her armour, like a second skin, left nothing to the imagination. It was huge; wide, round and thick with muscle. Kai’Sa’s fast pace forced Caitlyn to scramble after her.

Kai’Sa led her into the shade of a tall oak tree. She stopped before its thick trunk and faced Caitlyn with a scowl.

“Symbiote, retract,” she said.

From the ankle up, Kai’Sa armour dissolved, leaving only her shoulder pods. Purple light pulsed in the pods until Kai’Sa stood before Caitlyn naked. Her skin was ghostly pale, smooth and completely hairless. She didn’t even have any peach fuzz. A moderate-sized cock stood erect. Not too long and not too thick. A relief. Masturbating had only worsened her pussy’s aching.

Kai’Sa sat against the tree’s trunk and pointed between her legs. “Human, come here.”

Caitlyn crawled across the grass and got in between her legs. She reached for Kai’Sa’s cock but had her hand slapped away.

“No. Not yet. I want you to kiss my body. Kiss me all over. Everywhere except my cock. I want you to touch me. Stroke my skin. Knead my muscles. And… And I want you to say you love me. Call me strong and brave and beautiful. Don’t say my name. Not ever.”

“O- Oh… okay. So you want me to praise you?”

Kai’Sa flushed and avoided her eyes. “What did I say about talking? Just say what I asked.”

Caitlyn could only blink, baffled by the sudden shift in behaviour.

“Please…”

Vulnerability wavered Kai’Sa’s voice. Caitlyn smiled, nodded and took a gentle hold of Kai’Sa slim waist. Kai’Sa trembled and met her eyes with a wide, soft gaze. She reached for Caitlyn’s cheek but froze inches away. Her fingers curled and she retraced her hand. Caitlyn caught her wrist before her hand could escape and eased Kai’Sa palm onto her cheek. A smile graced Kai’Sa’s lips. For a moment. In the next, the scowl returned and she pulled her hand away.

“I didn’t say to do that. Do what you’re told.”

Caitlyn kept her smile and nodded. She gave Kai’Sa’s waist a squeeze, kneaded her stomach her with thumbs and lowered her lips onto Kai’Sa’s abs. The muscle tensed, hardening to rock. Yet with each gentle, lingering kiss, the muscles softened. Kai’Sa gave a quiet, soft moan.

Caitlyn trailed kisses all over Kai’Sa’s body, heading downwards first. She kissed both hips and planted several on her groin just above the base of her cock before venturing down her left leg. Her hands followed her mouth, stroking and kneading. They took handfuls of Kai’Sa’s thighs, caressing the outside and teasing the inside with their thumbs. Kai’Sa’s breathing sharpened. She shifted and shuffled, grinding her ass against the grass.

The kisses reached her knee, trailed down her calf and arrived at her foot. Kneading her calves, Caitlyn paused, waiting for permission. She didn’t have a thing for feet but, if Kai’Sa wanted it, she’d provide. Kai’Sa nodded and Cailtyn obeyed. She kissed her toes one by one, left to right and then right to left. She kissed the top and the sole, then moved on to the other. Massaging the left, she kissed every part of the right. Kai’Sa trembled and her toes curled with each touch of Caitlyn’s lips.

“You’re so strong,” Caitlyn whispered. “My strong girl. I love you so much.”

Kai’Sa bit her lip and began stroking her cock. Caitlyn watched her uncut tip poke in and out from view. She trailed kisses back up the right leg, kneading and stroking as she went. Upon returning to the stomach, Caitlyn gestured to Kai’Sa’s cock with her eyes and awaited an answer. Kai’Sa shook her head.

“Not yet. Keep going.”

Caitlyn nodded and slid her hands up Kai’Sa’s back. Her thumbs glided along her sides. Her fingers travelled the valley of her back. She followed her with her mouth, planting deep, lingering kisses up Kai’Sa’s stomach, up the valley of her breasts and finally two on either side of her collarbone. Her hands meandered around to Kai’Sa’s front and filled themselves with her warm, soft breasts. Caitlyn kissed both nipples twice, parted her lips and closed her mouth around one of the pink, erect nipples. Half expecting to be stopped, she waited for a rebuke. It never came.

“You’re so brave. My brave girl. I love you so much.”

Kai’Sa’s breathing shivered. A timid grasp squeezed Cailtyn’s ass. She gave Kai’Sa a smile, suckling and kneading her breasts. Kai’Sa moaned. The timid grasp grew courageous. Fingers clamped around the curve of Caitlyn’s ass, kneading and pulling. The gentle slapping of Kai’Sa self pleasure wildened.

Caitlyn lifted her head and brought her face level with Kai’Sa’s. Her eyes were half closed and her mouth was hung open. Caitlyn brought one hand from her breasts to Kai’Sa cheek and cupped it.

“You’re so beautiful. Such a brave girl. Such a strong girl. A warrior. My strong warrior. I love you so much.”

Kai’Sa whimpered. Her eyes closed and her head tilted back. The pace of her stroking picked up again. “A warrior. Yes. I’m a warrior. Your saviour.”

Caitlyn rubbed circles into her cheekbone and squeezed her breast. “You are. Thank you.” Caitlyn pressed her lips against hers. They were soft as silk, plump and warm. Their tongues met, gliding past one another. However, they shared but only a handful of kisses before suddenly, Kai’Sa froze.

The kneading of Cailtyn’s ass stopped. The stroking of Kai’Sa’s cock stopped. Kai’Sa pulled away, eyes wide and darting. “G-Get off me. Now!”

Caitlyn scrambled back before she even had a chance to think. In a flash, Kai’Sa shot to her feet. The whites of her eyes showed. Her scowl returned.

“Get on your knees!”

Caitlyn remembered what Ahri had told her. No one would hurt her unless they wanted to. She could take back the consent whenever she wanted to. For a moment, she considered it.

“Do what you’re told!”

Caitlyn recognised Kai’Sa’s tone for what it was. Not angry or hateful. Scared. Caitlyn took a deep breath, smiled, nodded and got on her knees. Kai’Sa marched up to her and forced her head to tilt back.

“Open your mouth.”

Caitlyn obeyed and Kai’Sa buried her cock deep into her mouth. Her groin pummeled her lips. Her balls slapped her chin. Not once did Caitlyn gag. Compared to the monsters that’d laid havoc on her throat, Kai’Sa’s attempt at throat fucking was adorably pitiful. When it became clear Caitlyn wasn’t going to gag, Kai’Sa picked up her pace. Her face scrunched up. Her breathing became ragged. Her hands trembled. Still, Caitlyn didn’t gag.

Kai’Sa cried out in frustration and whipped her cock from Caitlyn’s mouth. She glared at Caitlyn, her eyes darting in confronted confusion. After a few moment’s thought, Kai’Sa grinned. She turned around, planted her hands against the tree trunk and stuck her ass out.

“Eat my ass. Now.”

Caitlyn maintained her polite smile and nodded. On her knees, she pressed her face between Kai’Sa’s wide, round ass cheeks. Caitlyn filled her palms with each cheek and dug her fingers into the flesh. She opened her mouth and stuck her tongue inside Kai’Sa asshole. Kai’Sa grabbed the back of her head and pressed her face against her ass hard.

“That’s it. Know your place. It’s no less than your kind deserves.”

The walls of Kai’Sa’s ass squeezed her tongue. They resisted it as Caitlyn probed it inside her and milked it as she pulled it back. She kneaded Kai’Sa’s ass. Each handful felt like a handful of baking dough, soft and squishy. Tender rigidity fluttered through the flesh with the prod and pull of her tongue. Kai’Sa breathed quiet moans and grunts.

“Y- You’re such a slut. An ass-eating slut. You o- only exist for pleasure. Stroke my cock, slut.” Kai’Sa pushed on Cailtyn’s head and pulled her hair.

Caitlyn’s racing heart ragged her breathing. Fighting to calm her breath, she reached around and grasped Kai’Sa’s cock. Slow, gentle strokes paired with the movements of her tongue.

“Fucking… Fuck- Dirty fuckin- ohhhhhh…” Kai’Sa let out a long, dwindling moan. Her grip on Cailtyn’s hair loosened. Any tension in her ass vanished. “Don’t stop… It feels so good…”

As the walls of Kai’Sa ass let go and her cock began to twitch, Caitlyn thought she’d cum for sure. But, for all her moaning and the twitching of her cock, Kai’Sa never came. Pre-cum oozed from her tip. Cailtyn’s arm began to ache. Yet still, Kai’Sa did not cum. Equal parts are fascinating and exhilarating. It felt as if Cailtyn would never leave the ground, on her knees, face buried in Kai’Sa’s ass. A dream come true.

“I want you,” Kai’Sa whispered. “Stand up.”

Caitlyn gave Kai’Sa’s ass one last prod and her cock one last stroke before getting to her feet. Panting and stroking her cock, Kai’Sa stepped aside.

“Lean against the tree. Stick your ass out. Yes, just like that. Fucking slut.” Kai’Sa slapped Cailtyn’s ass right on the bruise. Caitlyn gasped and cried out a moan. Kai’Sa chuckled. “Oh, does that hurt?” She slapped her ass again.

As Caitlyn was mid-moan, Kai’Sa plunged inside her pussy, peaking the moan. She pressed Cailtyn cheek into the tree trunk and squeezed her breast as she unleashed a flurry of thrusts. Smiling and moaning and groaning, Caitlyn looked back to meet her eyes.

Kai’Sa’s eyes were closed and her jaw was clenched. The pods on her shoulders found Cailtyn’s eyes. They blinked. They pulsed. Kai’Sa eyes shot open.

“Don’t look at me. Eyes forward!” She slapped Cailtyn’s ass. Her pace shifted to slower, harder thrusts.

Caitlyn gasped, bit her lip and nodded before fixing her gaze on the tree trunk. Bursts of pleasure and pain shot through her pussy. Brutal bursts, void of love or passion. They quivered her knees. They formed pits in her stomach. A tool had no need for love. Only pleasure. Caitlyn moved her hips, grinding them back into Kai’Sa’s thrusts.

Kai’Sa gasped and let out a shuddering moan. Her hands grasped Caitlyn’s waist. Her pace slowed. Her forehead was buried between Cailtyn’s shoulder blades. “Keep doing that,” she whispered. “P- Please don’t stop.”

Caitlyn slowed down with her. As Kai’Sa cock pulled back, Caitlyn pulled her hips forward. As Kai’Sa thrust back in, Caitlyn pushed her hips back. Pleasure rang each and every time. And each and every time, Caitlyn and Kai’Sa moaned together. For a while, that’s all that left Kai’Sa’s mouth. No praise. No insults. Just moans as thrust by thrust she built Caitlyn’s orgasm. Like a balloon being inflated by a pump, Cailtyn’s orgasm grew closer and closer to bursting with each push and pull of the hips. She wanted to tell Kai’Sa. Kai’Sa might not want to her to cum. But Kai’Sa also didn’t want her to talk. So she said nothing. Instead, she moaned louder and louder the closer she got, desperate to let her know. Kai’Sa said nothing, only moaned.

Caitlyn came hard. So hard her moans clenched in her throat. So hard that she squirted again. She leaned all her weight against the tree, so close was she to falling. Kai’Sa pace slowed to crawl. She squeezed her breasts, stroked her hips and planted a kiss between her shoulder blades.

“I love you,” Kai’Sa whispered.

Caitlyn, with all her might, forced words through her clenched throat. “I… love you… too.”

Kai’Sa planted a smiling kiss between Caitlyn’s shoulder blades and stopped thrusting. Caitlyn’s orgasm weined. Her joints loosened. A sigh escaped her throat. Kai’Sa hand wandered from her hips, over her ass and to the base of her buttplug. She jostled it, twisting, pulling and pushing. Her ass gave no resistance. Caitlyn moaned.

“You’re a warrior. My warrior. My saviour.”

“I am. Let me take care of you.” Kai’Sa pulled on the buttplug.

“Please take my ass, saviour. I want you in there.”

Kai’Sa pulled out the buttplug, pulled her cock out of Cailtyn and eased her length all the way inside Cailtyn’s ass. She froze.

“Fuck…” Kai’Sa pumped her hips once. “So tight.” She squeezed Caitlyn’s ass. “I might not be able to hold back anymore, slut. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? To make me cum in your ass?”

“I would, saviour.” Caitlyn began grinding her hips, slow and gentle. Her ass resisted Kai’Sa cock. Nothing had ever been so deep in her ass. Neither had anything so girth. It hurt a little but not as much as it felt amazing.

Kai’Sa grabbed her ass with both hands. “Your saviour isn’t just me. You should serve both of us.”

“B-Both of us?”

“That’s right. My Symbiote has needs too. Don’t you?”

Caitlyn heard a soft, low buzz. Like a cat’s purr ran through a bass-boosted speaker.

“You’ll fuck us together, slut. Is your pussy ready.”

Caitlyn didn’t understand how it would happen, but the what of the situation made her heart flutter. “Yes! I’m ready!”

Kai’Sa laughed. “So eager to please. All humans should aspire to be like you. Symbiote, reform.”

Caitlyn looked back. Kai’Sa armour began to reform from the neck down. It left the front of her torso open, leaving her breasts and stomach, as well as her cock. The pods pulsed purple light. Once the armour reformed over Kai’Sa’s feet, the purple light flared. A purple cock formed from the armour beneath Kai’Sa’s balls, twice as long and twice as thick as her own. It slipped between Caitlyn’s legs and pressed against her stomach as warm as freshly baked bread and as hard as a rock. The tip reached her belly button.

Kai’Sa huffed. “Show off.” She pulled her hips back, grabbed both cock with either hand and eased them inside Caitlyn. First, the purple cock into her pussy followed by Kai’Sa’s cock into her ass. The Symbiote stretched Caitlyn early to what Camille had achieved. Its girth pressed against Kai’Sa cock inside her ass. Caitlyn melted. She cried out and dug her nails into the tree bark.

“Move your hips, slut. Now! Serve your saviours.”

“Y- Yes!”

Caitlyn rocked back and forth on the balls of her toes, pumping her pussy and ass along the two cocks.

“Faster!” Kai’Sa slapped her ass.

Caitlyn tried to pick up her pace but her knees were knocking so bad she simply couldn’t find the strength. Kai’Sa grunted, pressed Cailtyn’s head against the tree and started pounding her. Like an animal, she grunted and huffed with each wild thrust. The Symbiote droned a low, dull buzz. Heat swelled in the tip of its cock with each thrust, slamming heat into Caitlyn's cervix. Caitlyn lost herself in pleasure, pain and the bliss of humiliation. Time melted, swirling into a formless mist. The rhythm of Kai’Sa thrusts, her only measure of time, all melded together into one pure sensation. A muddled sensation. She wasn’t sure if she was moaning. She couldn’t hear any moans but, there was pressure in her throat. Just as there was pressure in her ass and pressure deep, deep inside her pussy. One thing, she did know. She came. Again and again. Each orgasm snapped her back to reality, flooding her world with crisp waves of pleasure and pain before fading back to formless euphoria. She came three times before suddenly, the world snapped into focus.

She was on her knees, looking up at Kai’Sa. Both cock hung before her face, erect and throbbing. Kai’Sa stroked her cock with wild fervour, jaw clenched, eyes sharp.

“Stoke it,” she snapped.

Caitlyn didn’t need to be told. She seized the huge, purple cock with both hands and flailed her hands up and down its length, desperate for cum. She got her wish quickly. After seven feverish strokes, a heaping load of purple slime erupted into her face. It glazed her eye shut, filled her mouth and dribbled down her chin. The purple cock unleashed three loads of cum before dissolving into nothing. Kai’Sa sighed. A dollop of cum fell onto Caitlyn’s forehead and ran down the bridge of her nose. Kai’Sa’s cock limped and her armour reformed over her uncovered body. She gave Cailtyn a scowl.

“Human trash.” She spat in Caitlyn’s face before turning and marching towards the manor.

Caitlyn collapsed to her side, aching, glazed and grinning. The last thing she remembered was the smile Kai’Sa gave her before disappearing back inside.

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Caitlyn's Futa Obsession

Chapter 6: Sivir & Taliyah

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Tags: Futanari x fem, Caitlyn x Sivir, Caitlyn x Taliyah, Sivir x Taliyah, free use sex, FFF threesome, anal, double penetration, submissive Caitlyn, dom Sivir, hyper Taliyah

Featured Characters: FUTA!Sivir, FUTA!Taliyah, Caitlyn

Word Count: 3,757

Cum leaked from Caitlyn’s ass. It loitered in her pussy. It glazed the space between her holes. Its meaty, salty taste lingered on her tongue. Its stinging smell tickled her nose. The cum of four women filled her and fed her. Never could Caitlyn have imagined she’d love feeling so dirty. Or so sore. Pain nagged her on three fronts. All the grabbing, stroking, groping and repositioning wore a persistent, bone-deep ache all across her body. Her thighs ached most of all. Ruthless strikes branded her breasts, ass and face with patches of droning heat. The bruises on her breasts were particularly sensitive. But it was her pussy that hurt most of all. Three cocks left it as a ruin of throbbing swells. All in all, it left her feeling used. Like a sex toy, discarded and forgotten after fulfilling its purpose. Dehumanising, yet titillating at the same time in the most absurd, contradictory way possible.

The next fuck couldn’t come sooner. How big would the cock be? Would it take her hard or soft? Fast or slow? Would it choke her? Would it be the last? A fuzzy haze pestered her mind. It had lingered ever since her orgasm with Camille. She’d felt it before during academy boot camp. Fatigue. Nothing a little rest, food and water couldn’t fix but, she had access to none. Camille expected her to make it through ten rounds. She couldn’t let down the strongest female peacekeeper in Piltover. She wouldn’t. She’d push through it all, pain, fatigue, anything. For Camille. And Vi too. Vi liked this side of her, Caitlyn saw the proof in her smirk and the glint in her eyes after they’d fucked. If she made it ten rounds, that intrigue would solidify into something more. She knew it.

Seraphine dressed in front of her. She scrambled to wriggle back into her dress and slip her thigh-highs back on. It was all Caitlyn could do not to giggle. A smile must have given Caitlyn away as Seraphine gave her an exacerbated look.

“It’s not funny!”

“It is a little.”

“If I don’t leave in time, I’ll get in trouble!”

Seraphine slipped on one glove and then started crawling around on hands and knees looking for the other. Caitlyn propped herself up on one elbow and watched the pleats of her dress sway.

“What kind of trouble?”

“Big trouble. Ahri says we get three warnings. After that, it’s a ban from the next three gatherings.”

“Doesn’t sound overly fun for you guys. What’s the deal?”

“No, it’s a fair system. Do you have any idea how long it takes to fuck fifty people? The schedule shaves off hours of wasted time.”

“I… I hadn’t thought about it. How long does it take?”

“Days.”

Caitlyn laughed. “That can’t be true. They must be fucking with you ‘cause you’re new.”

“Nope. Orianna said it took her sixty hours to fuck everyone. She’s literally incapable of lying.”

Sixty hours of sex? How could a normal human ever achieve something like that? Orianna made sense. She was all gears and machines. Surely no human had ever made it through every round.

“Who else has made it all the way through?”

“A few, there’s-”

Three knocks rapped against the door.

“Oh god…” Seraphine shot to her feet, looked around frantically and then sighed. “If you see my other glove can you let me know after?”

Caitlyn giggled. “Sure.”

“Thanks.” Serpahine gummed her lips. She glanced at the door before darting over to Caitlyn and pecking her on the cheek. “Good luck. Make the most out of your break.” Seraphien darted for the doors.

“My what?”

But Seraphine was already halfway out the door before Caitlyn had even asked the question. Ahri entered after her. Her nine tails swished and flicked with the sway of her hips. As she rounded the couch, Caitlyn spotted a gleam in her golden eyes.

“Oh my, Camille really did a number on you, didn’t she, dear?”

Despite her soreness, Caitlyn sat up. Her groin quivered. “Is it your turn already?”

Ahri laughed. “No, dear. Apologies for getting your hopes up. You still have quite a ways to go before it’s our turn again.”

“What are you doing here, then?”

“I’ve come to check on you, dear.” Ahri sat beside her. “I take it you wish to continue with the women from regions outside Piltover?”

“Definitely.”

“Ah, excellent! It feels good to listen to your spirit, doesn’t it?”

“Yeah.” Caitlyn smiled. “It’s really opened my eyes.”

“As it should.”

Ahri sat tall, brushed her black hair out of her eyes and gave Cailtyn a significant look.

“It’s time we discuss what happens after you finish a region.”

Caitlyn stiffened. “Alright, what happens?”

“You’ll be allotted a five-minute break. Over there, you’ll find a door.” Ahri pointed to the right. “Behind it is a kitchen containing food and drink. Feel free to help yourself and recover some strength. Inside the drawers beneath the couch here, you’ll find all manner of delightful toys. Don’t be afraid to pleasure yourself during these breaks. It helps keep your libido high. You also have free reign of the backyard. Soak in the pool, lounge on the chairs, masturbate in either; whatever you desire, dear. Make yourself at home.”

Caitlyn nodded. A few ideas swam in her head. “Thanks, I will.”

Ahri patted her thigh. “Smart girl. I’ll leave you to it then. Your next partners from Shurima will join you shortly.”

“Partners? Like, more than one at the same time.”

The gleam returned to Ahri’s golden eyes. “Yes, dear. Is that acceptable?” Ahri stroked her thigh again, venturing dangerously close to her pussy.

If she’d been allowed, Caitlyn would have fucked Ahri right there and then, pain be damned. She swallowed the urge and gave only a nod. Ahri left the room and Caitlyn watched her ass sway in her clinging, white skirt all the way to the door.

Once she could no longer stare, Caitlyn hopped off the couch and opened one of the drawers. After a few moments of searching she found them, a set of buttplugs. Seraphine’s idea had been a good one. Anal would allow her pussy to rest and vice versa. Best to start getting ready for bigger cocks as soon as possible. Caitlyn chose the biggest buttplug she dared attempt. Three sizes up from the smallest option, it fit comfortably in her palm. She lathered it in lube, lay on the couch and pressed it against her asshole. Her ass put up a struggle but, after a few deep breaths and a bit of gentle easing, her ass swallowed it up. Pleasure flashed through her. It dwindled as her ass adjusted and Caitlyn rode it all the way down, eyes closed, a smile on her face. When it dissolved, she sat up.

Pleasure returned with a vengeance. She gasped, moaned and proceeded to enjoy each and every step towards the kitchen. Inside, Caitlyn poured herself a tall glass of water and drank deeply. A cooling chill soothed her throat worn from cock and moans. The soothe spread across all her muscles, providing more minor relief. All kinds of snacks filled the cabinets and fridge. None tempted her. Camille’s load had filled her plenty.

After another glass of water, Caitlyn was left with only one more decision. Remain inside or venture outside. The pool most likely wouldn’t be heated. Soaking in cold water would do nothing for her aching muscles. Neither would the hardwood of the pool chairs. Caitlyn crossed the velvet carpet, pleasure spiking with every step, and lay in the pile of red, white and gold cushions. They embraced her aches, swaddling them in soft comfort.

Some time passed before three knocks rapped on the doors. Without waiting for an answer, two women entered. Both were young and of a similar height to Caitlyn. One had short, thick brown hair and tanned, bronze skin. She wore long, flowing robes of crimson red and mud brown that concealed the shape of her body. She giggled upon noticing Caitlyn and gave her a little wave. The other had long, black hair and creamy, pink skin. She wore little, only a tight chest wrapping around a large bust and a bikini bottom made of thick, brown cloth that contained an equally large bulge. Golden armour covered her hips, forearms and shins but her lean torso was left exposed. She gave Caitlyn an appraising look.

“This is what caught Ahri’s eye?” The woman with the long hair said.

“I see why,” the woman with the short hair said. She left the other’s side, approached Caitlyn and offered her, her hand. “Name’s Taliyah, this is Sivir, nice to meet you.”

“Caitlyn, nice to meet you too.” Caitlyn accepted her hand. Calousses covered her fingers and palm.

Once Caitlyn was on her feet, Taliyah took a step to look her up and down while Sivir approached.

“Caitlyn, you say? That’s a Piltover name, isn’t it?”

“It is.”

“I see.” Sivir peered around Caitlyn and gave her ass a look as if she were a product for sale.

“Camille didn’t take it easy on you, huh?” Taliyah asked, grinning.

“Clearly not.” Sivir stepped back and looked at Cailtyn’s knees. “Did she fuck you?”

“Uh, yeah.”

“Hard?”

“Very.”

“I see.” Sivir clutched her chin and nodded. “And you can still stand. Impressive. Ahri’s right, you are worthwhile.”

“Told you,” Taliyah said. “I mean, look at her. She’s so cute. Love your hips, by the way. Jealous honestly.”

Caitlyn blushed. “Th-Thank you.”

“Aw and look how pink she gets when she blushes.” Taliyah looked at Sivir. “How could you even have doubted for a second?”

“Yes, she’s pleasing to the eye. So, what do you say Caitlyn? Do you consent to fuck us?”

Caitlyn nodded. “I do.”

“Awesome!” Taliyah giggled and rounded Caitlyn. She dropped to her knees and spread her ass. Her calloused hands set the bruises ablaze

Sivir approached Caitlyn from the front. She took a firm grip on her hip and stroked her cheek as she locked her lips with hers. They were dry and cracked but her tongue more than made up for it. It burst into her mouth. Sivir squeezed her hip and glided her hand down her back. Taliyah prodded her buttplug. It all happened at once. Caitlyn moaned into Sivir’s mouth and threw her arms around her neck, pulling her closer. Her bound, large breasts squished Cailtyn’s.

“Did you put this in during your break?” Taliyah prodded the buttplug again. “Smart. You’re all ready for me, then?”

Caitlyn broke the kiss. “How big are you?”

“Pretty big. It’ll make you melt.”

“I’m… I’m not very experienced with anal. I think you’ll hurt me.”

“Damn…” Taliyah poked her head around Caitlyn and looked at Sivir. “No DP then?”

“You heard her.” Sivir slid her hand between Caitlyn’s legs and found her clit.

Gentle circles from her fingers breathed intense pleasure through Cailtyn’s body. As well as a splash of pain. All her orgasms had left her clit sensitive and sore. Caitlyn moaned. Sivir silenced her with a kiss.

Taliyah clicked her tongue. “Damn… oh! Can we do the chain?”

Caitlyn broke the kiss. “What’s the chain?”

Sivir slipped two fingers inside her and Cailtyn lay her head on her collarbone as more moans escaped her. “I’ll take you from behind and Taliyah will take me from behind.”

“What? I wanna be in the middle,” Taliyah said.

“You were in the middle last time.”

“True… but if she cums we switch, deal?”

“Deal.”

“Do you like the sound of that Caitlyn?” Taliyah asked.

“Uh huh~”

“Cool!”

Taliyah sprang to her feet. She disrobed in a matter of seconds, revealing nothing underneath. She had a flat chest, a stomach hard with muscle and a set of narrow hips. She would have been petite if it weren’t for her thighs. Thick with muscle, her thighs bulged. Between them, hung a long tanned cock with a slight curve. Nowhere on her bronze skin were there any tan marks.

“You like it?” Taliyah began stroking her cock. It hardened and rose but didn’t grow any further.

Sivir added her thumb to Caitlyn’s clit.

“Yes~” Caitlyn looked up into Sivir’s eyes with a drooped gaze and pawed at her crotch.

Sivir chuckled. “You want to see mine?”

“Uh huh~”

“Go on then, get it out but don’t forget about her.”

Taliyah approached and pressed against Caitlyn’s side. She wrapped her arms around her waist and buried her face into her neck. Her cock throbbed against Caitlyn’s thigh. With one hand Caitlyn stroked Taliyah and with the other slipped off Sivir’s cloth bikini bottom, moaning all the while. Sivir’s cock sprang from its confinement fully erect. It was shorter than Taliyah’s but far fatter. The heat of their cocks filled her hands and the heat of their moans brushed against her skin. Sivir fingered faster and squeezed her breast. Taliyah nipped her neck and kneaded her ass. Gasping and moaning, Caitlyn balanced her time gazing into both pairs of eyes. Sivir met her gaze with flared eyes and a set jaw. Taliyah met her gaze with a smirk and a wink.

Taliyah whispered in her ear. “Get on your knees.”

“O-Okay.”

Caitlyn lowered herself onto her knees but froze when confronted with both cocks.

“It’s a hard choice, huh?” Taliyah asked.

“Kinda…”

“You’ll suck mine first,” Sivir said.

“What? You’re already fucking her first. Not fair.”

“It’s her only choice.”

“How?”

“You’ll be too busy sucking on my balls.”

Taliyah laughed. “Yes… ma’am.” She smirked.

Sivir winced. Taliyah giggled and got on her knees. She cupped Sivir’s balls and took onto into her mouth while caressing the other. Caitlyn joined in. She grabbed Sivir’s fat cock with both hands and guided it into her mouth. To avoid touching her teeth against the shaft, she had to stretch her jaw to its limits. The tip poked out of the foreskin as it touched the back of Caitlyn’s throat, gagging her while filling her mouth with sweet pre-cum.

“Stroke Taliyah too, Caitlyn. You’re here to please us both.”

Caitlyn nodded and grabbed Taliyah’s cock. Only once she began to stroke did Sivir moan. Caitlyn and Taliyah both grinned as much as they were able and picked up their pace. Taliyah slobbered. Caitlyn gagged and spluttered. Groaning, Sivir hands her hands through their hair.

“Oh… good girls. Good fucking girls. You love serving me don’t you?” Caitlyn and Taliyah nodded. Sivir took handfuls of their hair.

Sivir closed her eyes and leaned her head back as she made breathless, wavering moans. Caitlyn made eye contact with Taliyah and saw a twinkle in her dark brown eyes. She winked and slipped both of Sivir’s balls into her mouth, freeing her hand. As Sivir cried out and pulled on their hair, Taliyah slipped her hand between Caitlyn’s legs. A tremble shook Cailtyn as moans caused her to splutter and gag even more. She stroked Taliyah’s cock harder and Taliyah’s eyes drooped.

Sivir ran both her hands through her long, black hair. “Fuck… Switch girls. Caitlyn, suck Taliyah’s cock. Get it all the way down your throat. Taliyah, suck mine.”

Caitlyn pulled back and gasped for air as spit ran down her chin. Taliyah swooped in right away and slid her lips to the base of Sivir’s cock in one, smooth motion.

“Oooh!~” Sivir bit her lip.

Taliayh twisted her hips, presenting her cock to Caitlyn. Still trembling, Cailtyn lay her stomach on the velvet carpet and, propped up on her elbows eased Taliyah’s cock down her throat.

“Good girl, Caitlyn,” Sivir said, her voice softened and calmed. Taliyah bobbed her head back and forth, stroking her cock and fondling her balls. Sivir sighed and smiled. “Get her cock nice and wet.” Sivir grabbed Taliyah’s short hair with both hands and started fucking her face, causing her to splutter all over her front.

Caitlyn did much the same. With each long suck of Taliyah’s length, her cock rubbed back and forth against her tonsils, causing splutter after splutter. Gagging, she touched herself as tears welled in her eyes.

After a while, Sivir suddenly pulled out. “Are you ready girls?” she asked, stroking her cock.

Caitlyn slid her mouth off Taliyah’s cock. “Y-Yes. I need it so bad.”

Taliyah stood. “Are you ready for me?”

Sivir stood a few inches below Taliyah yet, she smirked and imposed on her all the same. “Definitely.” She slapped Taliyah’s ass and she made a delighted gasp.

Taliyah spun around, took Cailtyn by the wrists and dragged her into the pile of pillows. Their breasts squished together and Taliyah locked their lips. Caitlyn grabbed her hips. Taliyah grabbed hers. The world flipped and her back hit the cushions. Taliyah broke their kiss, squeezed Cailtyn’s hips, giggled and scrambled out of the way.

Sivir loomed over her, stroking her cock. “Get on all fours.”

Caitlyn bit her lip. “Yes, Sivir.” She got on all fours.

Taliyah appeared behind Sivir and laughed. “Call her ma’am.”

“Do not.”

“Do. She loves it.”

“No, you love it. Go make yourself useful and get some lube. You’re not going in raw.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Taliyah laughed and ran for the couch.

“What did I just say?”

Sivir sighed and got on her knees. A little smile flashed across her face. She grabbed Caitlyn’s hips and guided her back towards her.

“You’d be sore by now, wouldn’t you?” She stroked Caitlyn’s bruised ass.

“A bit. The rest helped some.”

“Should I take it easy then?”

Caitlyn should have said yes. “I just had a gentle fuck. Give me a hard one.”

Sivir chuckled and rubbed her tip against her entrance. “How did Seraphine do, anyway? It was her first time topping. She seemed pretty nervous.”

“She was sweet. I didn’t cum but, that’s okay.”

Sivir smiled and gently eased her tip inside Caitlyn. It stretched her wide. Caitlyn groaned and lay her head in on the pillows.

“Hey, don’t start without me!”

“Then don’t take so long,” Sivir snapped.

“It fell between the cushions.”

Caitlyn looked back. Taliyah was on her knees behind Sivir, lathering her long, bronze cock. She tossed the bottle to the side and reached between Sivir’s legs. Sivir’s face scrunched up. The biggest buttplug Cailtyn had ever seen popped out. Taliyah must have seen her gawking because she gave her a wink, kissed it and tossed it to the side.

“Alright, going in.”

“Don’t hold back. Caitlyn wants it rough. Match my pace.”

Sivir buried her cock balls deep inside Caitlyn. Pleasure erupted and Cailtyn cried out. Sivir grunted.

“Fuck.” She gritted her teeth and slapped Cailtlyn’s ass.

Heat flared across Caitlyn’s cheeks. She looked back and saw Taliyah fill Sivir’s ass with one, swift thrust. Sivir gasped and bulked, her mouth dropping open. Taliyah laughed, slapped her ass and then started unwinding Sivir’s chest wrap. She snaked the cloth strip around and around until it fell and draped over Cailtyn’s back. Two large, round breasts heaved into freedom. Taliyah filled her hands with Sivir’s breasts and started pumping her hips. Sivir joined her and three moans filled the air.

Caitlyn’s eyes rolled. She buried her face into the pillows. Sight abandoned her. She heard the twin slappings of groins against asses. She felt ripples race across her ass as Sivir pounded her pussy. She smelt the sweet and salty fragrance of wet pussy and leaking cock. Their tastes danced in the back of her throat, almost convincing her that cock and pussy filled her mouth rather than a pillow.

Taliyah laughed between moans. “Look at you. C-Cock in your ass, pussy a-around your cock. You mu- must be in heaven, huh?”

“Uh huh~” Sivir moaned.

Caitlyn mustered the strength to look back. Pleasure had melted Sivir’s face. Her head bobbed with each of Taliyah’s rapid thrusts.

Taliyah nipped her neck. “You gonna cum?”

“No- Not before you.”

Sivir squeezed Caitlyn’s ass. Searing heat sizzled, flaring her pleasure like a gust of wind to a wildfire. She cried out. Her eyes rolled. Her pussy quivered and she came without a moment’s warning. Pressure built deep in her pussy. She squirted all over Sivir’s hardened stomach.

“Fucking hell~” Taliyah moaned. The slapping of Sivir’s ass stopped. “She came. My turn.”

Panting, Sivir smirked. “You’re… You’re so fucking greedy.” She gave Caitlyn’s ass one more slap before pulling out and scooting over.

Taliyah scrambled to bury her cock in Caitlyn. Her balls slapped Caitlyn’s vulva. They moaned together and then laughed.

“Fuck, that’s good pussy. How long’s it been since Ahri’s given us someone with a pussy?”

“I don’t recall.” Sivir pulled a buttplug from Taliyah’s ass and thrust inside her before she’d even finished moaning.

Taliyah bulked and leaned all her weight onto Cailtyn’s ass. “Oh, my god…”

“You gonna cum?” Sivir pinched her nipple.

“F-Fuck off.”

Sivir laughed and started moving her hips. Taliyah’s face melted and she started flailing her hips. A long, whimper of a moan escaped her mouth and she took tight hold of Caitlyn’s ass. Her cock buried deep but didn’t stretch as wide, giving Cailtyn longer yet less intense waves of pleasure. Caitlyn got up onto all fours and moved her hips with Taliyah’s.

“N-Not fair. You can’t do that. You’ll ma-make me cum…”

Caitlyn giggled. “But it feels so good~”

“No. I ca- can’t. Not before her.”

“Oh please, you always cum first,” Sivir said.

“Not this- Not this ti- oh fuck… Not this- Ohhhh!” Taliyah threw back her head as her cock twitched and bulged. She whipped out of Caitlyn, causing Caitlyn to cry out and for her knees to buckle. Hot ropes of cum erupted from Taliyah’s cock all over Caitlyn’s back.

Sivir slowed her pace to a crawl and caressed Taliyah’s body. “That’s it. There’s a good girl. Let it all out.”

Taliyah made a whimpering moan as the last of her cum dribbled onto the carpet. She melted into Sivir’s embrace and Sivir greeted her with a long, deep kiss. Taliyah’s cock went limp and she slumped. Gently, Sivir pulled out of her and lay her on the carpet. She kissed her between the breasts and then mounted Caitlyn. Her cock buried inside her delivered a dozen swift thrusts and came balls-deep.

Sivir sighed. “Fuck… I fucking needed that.” She pulled out

“You were both amazing~” Caitlyn lay on her side, cum ran over her back and leaked from her pussy.

“You were better~” Taliyah murmured.

Three knocks rapped against the doors.

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Caitlyn's Futa Obsession

Chapter 5: Seraphine

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Tags: Futanari x fem, Caitlyn x Seraphine, free use sex, small cock, submissive Caitlyn, shy submissive Seraphine, gentle sex, cute sex

Featured Characters: FUTA!Seraphine, Caitlyn

Word Count: 2,859

Camille sighed. “It seems our time together must end.” She brushed her fingers over Caitlyn’s stomach.

“Did you enjoy yourself, mistress?” Caitlyn stroked the back of Camille’s hand.

“Not mistress now, just Camille.”

“Okay… Camille.” Merely saying the name brought a smile to Cailtyn’s lips. A name of virtue and pride.

“I enjoyed myself, very much.” Camille propped herself up on one elbow and traced a circle around Cailtyn’s belly button. “And you? I hope I wasn’t too rough.”

“Not too rough. No, just the right amount.”

“Ah, you’re a special girl. I haven’t been allowed to go that far in quite a while.”

Camille touched the palm-sized bruise on the side of Cailtyn’s breast as if admiring her work. Caitlyn giggled and caressed the twin on her other breast. Fantastic heat coursed deep into her flesh.

“You like them?” Camille asked.

“I love them.”

Camille chuckled and gave the bruise a pinch. Heat flared. Caitlyn moaned and Camille laughed all the harder.

“Oh, what I could have done to you given more time.” Camille squeezed Cailtyn’s breast.

“Could we? I mean, after this. Could we do this again, alone, just the two of us?”

“Some day. If I can find the time.”

Of course, Caitlyn should have known that. She shouldn’t have even asked. Camille owed her time to preserving the prosperity of Piltover, not to fooling around. The fact Camille even graced Caitlyn with her presence was more than she could ever ask for.

Another three knocks rapped the doors inside.

“Let’s get you inside, shall we? Before Ahri blows a casket.”

Caitlyn giggled. “Good idea.”

Caitlyn sat up but, not even a second after her feet touched the marble did the marble fall away. Camille scooped her up into her arms and carried her to the sliding, glass door. The Hextech crystal embedded in Camille’s chest glowed with the rhythm of a steady heart, inches from Cailtyn’s face. What an honour it was to be so close to the artifact that fuelled the pride and joy of Piltover’s peacekeepers. “You’re really strong,” Caitlyn said.

“As are you.”

“I- I am?”

“Oh yes. You’re awake. Not many can claim to have achieved that after their first time with me.”

Caitlyn’s chest swelled. “Well… thank you. For everything, I mean.”

Camille smiled. “Come now, you know we don’t speak of such things here.”

“I know but, thank you anyway.”

Camille carried Caitlyn across the velvet carpet and lay her down on the couch. The cushions swaddled her aching muscles, absorbing some of the heat. Camille bundled her discarded clothes in her arms. She lingered for a moment, scanning Cailtyn’s body.

“I wish you strength. Keep this up and I expect you’ll make it through six or seven more rounds.”

“Not all the way?”

“No. You must keep your goals reasonable. Ten rounds on your first attempt would be admirable.”

Caitlyn nodded. “Ten rounds. I’ll make it that far for sure.”

“That you will. Stay strong.”

Camille turned, gifting Caitlyn one last look at her huge ass before disappearing around the couch. What Caitlyn would have given to bury her face between those enormous cheeks. She heard the doors open, an exchange of hushed words, a giggle and then the closing of the doors. A new set of footsteps meandered across the carpet, light and soft, slow and creeping, barely audible.

“Um… hello?” A girl with cotton candy pink hair trailing to her ankles rounded the couch. “Are you awake?”

“I am.”

The girl’s bright blue eyes widened. “Oh my god… Camille didn’t take it easy on you. A-And you can still talk? Wow…”

“Camille only gave me…” Cailtyn’s voice trailed off. The girl seemed familiar. “Only gave me what I could handle.”

“Well, you can handle more than I can. One slap from her almost knocked me out.”

“You’ve taken part in this? Like on the receiving end?”

The girl blushed. “Well, yeah. We all have. It rotates every time. It was supposed to be my turn before Ahri found you.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.”

“N-No!” The girl turned a deep shade of red. “I was more excited when I found out I’d be doing this! I… I mean, I’ve always wanted to try topping…”

The poor girl was terrified. Caitlyn gave her a warm smile. “What’s your name?”

“Um…” the girl fidgeted and avoided Caitlyn’s eyes. “Seraphine…”

Caitlyn couldn’t help but gawk. How had she not recognised her immediately? The cotton candy hair. The wide blue eyes. The heart-shaped face. The little button nose. The star under her right eye. The girl was an up-and-coming pop idol. How many times had she listened to one of her songs? Countless times probably. What on earth was she doing in a place like this?

“Are you okay to continue?” Seraphine asked in a tiny voice.

“Yeah, I am. My name’s Caitlyn by the way.”

“Oh, right I should of asked, sorry. And, are you sure? You look pretty sore.”

“I am but I’m fine to continue.”

“Okay… if you say so.” Seraphine glanced at Cailtyn’s pussy. “Um, did Camille, well, pound you?”

“Yeah, she was pretty ruthless about it. I didn’t even know fucking that fast was possible.”

Seraphine gave a timid smile. “That’s hextech for you. So, um, would you like to do anal? You know, to give your pussy a rest?”

“Oh, well, I haven’t really done proper anal before. I don’t know if I could handle a real cock yet.”

Seraphine looked at her feet and muttered, “I’m not very big. You’ll probably be fine.”

Caitlyn tried to sit up but her muscles refused to comply. So, she continued to lay on her back. “Hey, you don’t gotta be nervous. I’m excited to fuck you. You’re really hot and super cute.”

Seraphine met her eyes. A grin spread across her face. “Really?”

“Yeah, I’m super lucky.”

“No way, I’m the lucky one. You’re like, so hot.” Seraphine pursed her lips. “I like your abs.” Something shifted in the pleats of her sequined dress.

“Thanks.” Caitlyn giggled. “Can I see your body? Once I’ve seen your size, I’ll know if I can handle it.”

“O-Okay.”

Seraphine took a deep breath. She slipped off her white gloves, revealing tiny, delicate hands with sparkling, pink nails. She tucked her skinny arms inside the poofy shoulders of her dress and slipped it over her head. Seraphine stood before her dressed only in a set of frilly, white bra and panties as well as a set of sequined thigh-highs. A little bulge pitched the front of her panties. Blushing, Seraphine unhooked her bra. It fell to the carpet, unveiling a pair of small, round breasts. One by one she slipped off her thigh-highs, unveiling slender calves and tiny feet.

“Promise you won’t laugh?”

“Sweetheart, I’m not gonna laugh at you.”

“Okay…” Seraphine slipped off her panties.

A tiny, veinless, uncut cock sprang out. No larger than Caitlyn’s thumb, it stood on an upwards angle, fully erect.

“Can I touch it?”

Seraphine gave a little nod. She approached and stood over Caitlyn. Caitlyn hardly had to reach up at all to grab her cock. Her fingers closed around the shaft and her thumb enclosed around her fingers. The tip barely poked out the other end. Soft and slender, it paired well with her petite frame. Caitlyn watched the tip disappear and reappear as she gave it a few strokes.

Seraphine sucked air through her nose and shuddered. “Wha- What do you think?”

“I think it’s perfect. You were right, it’s just the right size for my first anal.”

“I get to take your anal virginity?”

“I guess so, yeah.”

Seraphine smiled. “Cool.”

Caitlyn added a little twist to her strokes and giggled as she watched Seraphine’s face melt.

“Oh~ That feels really nice.”

“Does it now?” Caitlyn accented the twists.

“Oh my god~”

With great effort, Cailtyn rolled onto her side and cupped her smooth balls. She gave them a gentle squeeze with each twisting stroke.

“Cailtlyn~”

Caitlyn let go of Seraphine’s cock and propped herself up on one elbow. Looking deep into her drooping, bright-blue eyes she eased Seraphine’s cock into her mouth. It tasted sweet and felt like silk on her tongue. Seraphine moaned and took hold of Caitlyn’s head, running her delicate fingers through her hair.

“You’re really pretty…” Serpahine stroked her cheek.

Caitlyn kept their eyes locked. She squeezed Seraphine’s balls to let her know she’d heard. Seraphine giggled and bit her lip. A timid thrust pushed her groin into Caitlyn’s lips. Only one. After, Seraphine paused, looking afraid. Caitlyn nodded. The fear melted and Seraphine began fucking her mouth. Short, sharp thrusts slid Seraphine’s cock between Cailtyn’s gummed lips. Sweet pre-cum dribbled onto her tongue.

“Shit…” Seraphine groaned. She whipped out of Cailtyn’s mouth and staggered back a few steps.

Her cock bulged and twitched. Pre-cum leaked from the tip and dribbled onto the carpet. The twitching stopped and her cock limped.

Caitlyn glanced at the doors. “Does that count?”

Panting, Seraphine shook her head. “It only counts if I orgasm. I didn’t. Barely.”

“Great, I really want to feel you inside me.”

Seraphine blushed. “I want to feel that too.”

Caitlyn giggled and lay on her back. “Is there any lube around here?”

“Yeah.”

Seraphine approached the couch and got on her knees. She opened a drawer in the couch’s base and retrieved a little bottle of lube. Inside the draw, Cailtlyn spotted all kinds of sex toys, restraints, whips, paddles and some things she hadn’t the faintest idea the purpose of.

“We should probably start with fingers. You know, to get you ready?” Seraphine said.

“Good idea.” Caitlyn offered her hand. “Come get behind me.”

“O-Okay.”

Seraphine took Caitlyn’s hand, clambered over her and lay behind her, pressing her back against the couch. Caitlyn bent her knees into a fetal position and pushed out her ass, giving Seraphine easy access. The groove of her cheeks cupped Seraphine’s cock. It grew hard and straightened.

“How many fingers should I start with?” Seraphine asked.

“One for now.”

“Okay. Once your ass gets accustomed to two fingers you should be ready for me. Let me know when that happens.”

Caitlyn twisted her torso and propped herself up on her elbow to look Seraphine in the eyes. They darted across Cailtyn’s face, like a pair of skittish cats. Caitlyn smiled and stroked Seraphine’s cheek.

“I’ll let you know.”

“O-Okay.”

Seraphine popped open the lube bottle and doused her index and middle finger. She put down the bottle and reached between Cailtyn’s legs. A soft, slick tip found her asshole. It circled the perimeter a few times before freezing, moving to the centre and applying a touch of pressure. Cailtyn’s asshole dipped but didn’t part. Serpahine applied a bit more pressure, and then a bit more before her finger slipped inside. A little stab of pain clenched Cailtyn’s ass.

“Are you okay?” Seraphine whispered, freezing her hand.

Caitlyn took a deep breath. The pain dissolved. “I’m perfect.” She cupped Seraphine’s cheek and pressed her lips into hers.

Strawberry lip gloss filled her mouth and danced on her tongue. Seraphine’s lips tensed but, after the first kiss, they relaxed, softened and joined in. Seraphine’s free hand slipped beneath’s Cailtyn’s side and stroked her hip. Inside her ass, Seraphine’s occupied hand slipped a finger back and forth, tip to the knuckle, tip to knuckle. Gentle, fragile pleasure swelled and shrank. Calm and serene, it slowed her heart and even fended off the heat of her bruises.

After a few minutes of soft kisses and soft pleasure, Seraphine touched her asshole’s rim with her middle finger. Caitlyn nodded and kissed her deeply. The second finger stretched her open and probed inside, nestling beside its partner. A gasp escaped Caitlyn’s lips. She clutched Seraphine’s face and pressed her tongue into her mouth.

Seraphine’s tongue met hers. She broke away and giggled. “Is that good?”

“Yes~”

The fingers drew back, drawing a moan out of Caitlyn. They plunged down to the knuckle, stretching parts of her that had never been stretched before.

“Fuck…”

“You’re really tight,” Seraphine whispered. A little smile spread across her lips.

“Does that excite you, sweetheart?”

“Uh-huh.”

Caitlyn kissed her. Seraphine kissed her back and they began making out all over again. Caitlyn moaned into her mouth; little, soft moans. A great smile fixed itself on Seraphine’s lips. Her hand stroked Caitlyn’s side. Her thumb glided across her back. Her small breasts squished against her shoulder blades. Her stomach, equally as soft as her breasts, pressed against her back. Her groin cupped her ass.

Slowly, with each thrust of the fingers, they had an easier and easier time moving until they were practically gliding rather than probing. Caitlyn eased off of her elbow and rolled onto her back, ending up with Seraphine on top of her. She broke their kiss, brushed a strand of pink hair out of Seraphine’s face and cupped the side of her head.

“I’m ready for you.”

Seraphine grinned, pulled her fingers out and grabbed the bottle of lube. She sat back on her knees, lathered her cock and positioned it before Cailtyn’s ass.

“Are… Are you sure it’s big enough?”

“It’s perfect. Any bigger would be too much.”

“O-Okay.”

Seraphine took a deep breath and then slid inside Caitlyn. Her ass put up a bit of a fight but, when it let go, Seraphine filled her all at once.

Caitlyn moaned and squeezed her breast. “S- See? Perfect.”

Seraphine’s shoulders slumped. Her head tilted back. Her eyes closed. The most adorable, squeak of a moan left her mouth.

“You’re squeezing my tip… It feels so… so… amazing~”

“Give it to me Seraphine. I wanna feel you fucking me.”

“O-Okay.”

Seraphine straightened her back, took hold of Caitlyn’s calves and adjusted her position. Her hips flailed. Her tiny cock pounded Caitlyn’s ass and, despite its size, fired jolts of pleasure deep into her groin. Caitlyn gasped. She moaned. She squirmed. She snatched Seraphine’s wrist.

“N-No, stop. Pace yourself. I want this to last.”

“Oh.” Seraphine froze and clutched the back of her head. “Oops, sorry.”

Again, Seraphine adjusted her position before starting again with careful thrusts. Caitlyn sighed. Wavering, fanning pleasure swept over her. She nestled into the couch and gazed deep into Seraphine’s eyes. Seraphine’s two front teeth bit her bottom lip as her brow furrowed. Her balls slapped with each thrust. Caitlyn reached for Seraphine's face. Serpahine leaned forward and Caitlyn drew her in. Their lips reunited. Moaning, Caitlyn lost herself in that sweet mouth.

Caitlyn rubbed the little star stud beneath Seraphine’s eye; her iconic symbol. During the academy, the monotony of long study nights had been made that little bit easier by her music. The cute selfies she posted online often spun fantasies in her mind. Dumb fantasies. Ones that never had a chance of coming true. They paled in comparison to the real thing.

Caitlyn felt a twitch in Seraphine’s cock. It hadn’t even been five minutes. She could have stopped her but, she didn’t. Seraphine moaned, gasped and blew her load inside Caitlyn’s ass. Caitlyn hadn’t cum but she didn’t mind. The sight of Seraphine’s eyes rolling back and her beaming grin were plenty of satisfaction for her.

As the last of her cum flowed from her cock, and it shrunk and limped, guilt dropped Seraphine’s beautiful face.

“I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean-”

“Shh.” Caitlyn stroked her cheek. “I loved every moment. That’s all that matters.” She kissed Seraphine.

The beauty returned to Seraphine’s face. She blushed and smiled then kissed her back. She pulled out and lay beside Caitlyn. With her head on Cailtyn’s chest, Seraphine stroked her abs and Cailtyn ran her hand through her seemingly never-ending pink hair.

“So, how did it feel to top?” Caitlyn asked.

“Great~ It made me feel, well…” Seraphine giggled. “Strong.”

“Yeah, I bet it did.”

“Am I a good whore?”

Caitlyn blinked at the sudden, strange question. Suddenly, she understood and smiled. “Yes, you’re a good whore.”

Seraphine giggled. “It’s fun to misbehave.”

“It sure is.” Caitlyn kissed the top of her head.

“Are you going to continue? The next girls won’t be as gentle as me. Can your body take that?”

“It can. I’m strong. I made a promise to make it to ten rounds.”

Seraphine traced a circle around Cailtlyn’s belly button. “Cool.”

“What’s the farthest you’ve ever made it?”

“Oh, I’ve only done it once but, I made it to ten.”

“That’s impressive, I hear. Nice.”

Seraphine pursed her lips and nodded. “Thanks.”

“What made you stop?”

“I passed out apparently. I don’t really remember it. The last thing I remember was Illaoi pounding away on my ass and her moaning something, it might have been my name, I don’t know.” Seraphine giggled. “If you enjoyed Camille, you’ll love Illaoi.”

“Why’s that?”

“She’s got the biggest cock of all of us. I’ve never seen anything like it, not even in porn. Well, live action porn anyway.”

Before Caitlyn even had a chance to imagine what a cock of that size would even look like, three knocks rapped against the doors.

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Caitlyn's Futa Obsession

Chapter 4: Camille

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Tags: Futanari x fem, Caitlyn x Camille, cyborg x human, free use sex, big cock, submissive Caitlyn, hard dom Camille, physical & mental punishment, pain kink

Featured Characters: FUTA!Camille, Caitlyn

Word Count: 5,001

Orianna’s gears whirred. Her cock retracted inside her body. Silver steel slid into place, sealing the silver mound between her legs. Her iron tutu slid back into place.

“Your next partner is ready for you. I hope your strength recovers quickly. Intercourse with Camille tends to be physically demanding of the unenhanced human body,” Orianna said.

“It is? Why?” Caitlyn asked.

“Camille’s augmented body provides unending stamina that the unenhanced human body often fails to keep pace with.”

“Isn’t the same true for you?”

“Correct. I, however, receive pleasure from the act of intercourse itself. Camille receives pleasure from controlling her partner. She relishes in pushing participants to their limits, especially new participants.”

“So, she’s a dom?”

“Correct.”

Three sharp knocks rapped on the door.

“That is my final warning. I must depart. Goodbye, Caitlyn.”

“Goodbye.”

As Orianna headed for the doors, Caitlyn pondered what she’d said about this Camille person. She’d never reached her limits before. Ahri had come close. She’d left Caitlyn an utter mess in that inspection room. Even so, after a couple of minutes, her strength had returned. What would she look like after Camille was done with her? How would she feel? Would she even be able to feel? Would she even be conscious? Caitlyn’s hand wandered between her legs. She settled into the couch cushions’ gentle embrace against her bare back as she rubbed her clit. Would she even be able to touch herself after Camille had finished with her or would she be too sore? She slipped two fingers inside. The leftovers of Vi and Orianna’s orgasms slicked her fingers to the knuckle. Proof of their pleasure. Proof she really was a good girl. Would Camille fill her too or would she cum somewhere else? Would she call her a good girl? Caitlyn hoped so. A little part of her hoped she’d call her something else. Something meaner.

Camille couldn’t have arrived sooner. She rounded the couch and loomed over Caitlyn, eyebrow arched. Caitlyn stopped her fingering and gawked. Camille’s legs were blades from the knees down. She stood on their fine points, as if perpetually on the tips of toes. The rest of her legs were made of black metal from knee to hip. Above the knee, her thighs widened massively to meet hips wider than her already broad shoulders. From the waist up, she was all flesh. A grey and black skin-tight body suit clung to her toned torso, lean arms and sizeable breasts. The gold and copper trimmings, fashionable in Piltover’s business and political districts, adorned the body suit. Embedded in her chest, a diamond-shaped hextech crystal glowed bright blue. She had white hair tied back in an orderly, low-hanging bun. Long, angular features gave her a stern look even as she smiled, aided by a set of piercing eyes the same colour as her hextech crystal.

She was that Camille. The Principal Intelligencer of Clan Ferros. An elite agent of the law that strikes fear into the hearts of every underground criminal. The Steel Shadow herself. Who would have ever believed the pride of Piltover’s peacekeepers took part in orgies? Judging from what Orianna had said, this was far from her first time on top of that.

“You’re touching yourself,” she noted in a prim and proper accent.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” Caitlyn whipped her hand away. “Is that wrong?”

“So you weren’t doing it with any sort of intent then. Just mindless pleasure was it?”

“Uh- well, yeah, I guess.”

“I see.”

Camille looked her body up and down with an analytical look.

“You’re in shape.”

“I have to be for my job. I’m a-”

“Stop. We do not speak of our lives outside these walls.”

“I’m sorry.”

“You apologise quickly. Good.”

Caitlyn smiled. “Thank you.”

“From the look on your face, I assume you already know who I am.”

“I… yes, I do.”

“I’ll have your name then.”

“Caitlyn.”

Camille nodded. “A proper name. Well, Caitlyn, do you agree to continue or have two been enough? I’ll warn you now, I intend to test you. Make it past me and you’ll encounter those who will coddle you, especially as you weaken. I permit no such nonsense.”

Caitlyn couldn’t keep the dumb grin off her face. She sat up. “I want to continue. Not just with you but all fifty of you.”

“We shall see. Now, let’s lay a few ground rules for your behaviour, shall we? Don’t interrupt, save questions for after. First, you know my name but that does not mean you have permission to use it. From now on, you shall refer to me as mistress and only mistress. Is that understood?”

“Yes, mistress.” Simply saying the word twisted Caitlyn’s stomach into knots.

“Good. Second, you will do as I say, when I say it. No dawdling.”

“Yes, mistress.”

“Good. Third, you will not cum unless given express permission.”

“Y-Yes, mistress.” Caitlyn bit her lip.

“Stop that stammering, speak clearly or not at all.”

Caitlyn’s chest clenched. She took a deep breath and nodded. “Yes, mistress.”

“Finally, if you fail to follow my rules you will be punished.” Camille touched Caitlyn’s cheek with her palm. “A swift strike wherever I deem fit. Multiple strikes for violating rule three. Enough to sting but not enough to break the skin. I assure you, I’m quite practised, I’ll not wound you. Do you consent to this?”

“I do, mistress. I’ll do anything for your pleasure.”

Camille’s eyebrows raised and she blinked at her. “Ahri wasn’t exaggerating after all, it seems…”

“What did she say, mistress?”

“It doesn’t matter. Stand up. Let’s have a look at you.”

“Yes, mistress.”

Caitlyn hopped off the couch and stood, coming face to face with Camille’s chest. Caitlyn had to tilt her head to meet Camille’s eyes.

“You’re quite short aren’t you?” Camille began circling her, strutting on the tips of blades. Her eyes scanned every inch of Caitlyn’s naked body. Gloved fingertips traced the curves of her hips and the valley of her back.

“I think you’re just tall, mistress.”

“Perhaps.” Camille spread Cailtyn’s cheeks. The soft leather point of a gloved finger prodded her asshole. “Lots of resistance. You’ve never done anal before have you?”

What sort of person could tell that by a single touch? Caitlyn flushed. “I’ve used buttplugs mistress.”

“Big ones?”

“No, mistress.”

“As suspected. Very well, I’ll leave your ass alone then. You’re not ready for my size.”

“You can use my ass if you want, mistress. I don’t mind.”

“There’s a difference between being submissive and being stupid, Caitlyn. I want to believe you have some brains in that pretty head of yours. Stop giving me reasons to doubt that.”

“Yes, mistress.” She had a point. That was a stupid thing to say. “Sorry, mistress.”

“Very good.” Camille circled back in front of her. “You see these two latches?” Two copper latches secured two arching hinges that traced the V of her hips and groin.

“Yes, mistress.”

“Open them.”

“Yes, mistress.”

Caitlyn took hold of Camille’s enormous hips and flipped the latches with her thumbs. With a pop and a hiss, a metal plate fell away from her groin onto the carpet. Beneath was bare, pale flesh that travelled up and beneath Camille’s body suit. A pair of smooth, shaved balls and an unerect cock flopped out, as long and thick as a sausage, pale and uncircumcised. Camille turned around. Caitlyn stared at her ass, a set of wide, round cheeks, each bigger than her head.

No sooner than the desire to touch them entered Cailtyn’s mind, did Camille speak.

“You haven’t earned the privilege to touch that yet. Perform well and you will be granted permission. Now, unzip me.”

“Yes, mistress.”

Caitlyn reached for a zipper between Camille’s shoulder blades and unzipped it. Camille touched a button on her shoulder. Her armoured shoulder pads popped free of her body suit. She lifted them over her head and then shrugged out of the body suit. Black studs the size of cookies trailed down the valley of her back, starting between her shoulder blades and finishing between the dimples of her lower back. Rippling muscles flexed all along Camille’s back as she rolled her shoulders.

Camille turned around. Above her heaving breasts, the hextech crystal remained embedded in her chest. Glowing wires, like blue veins, spread across her collarbone and over her bulky abs, branching off like the roots of a tree.

“Do my augments frighten you?” Camille asked as she slipped off her gloves.

“No, mistress. I love them. They’re the pride of Piltover.”

Caitlyn’s head snapped to the side. She heard the crack of flesh on flesh and felt the sharp, biting sting. The world spun. Searing heat blazed on her cheek. Yet, she did not cry or scream. Instead, her heart fluttered, her groin quivered and a smile spread across her lips.

“We do not speak of the outside world, Caitlyn. You’ll do well not to forget again.”

“Yes, mistress. Sorry, mistress.”

“Get me erect. Stroke my cock. Fondle my balls. Suck on my breast. Now.”

“Yes, mistress!”

Caitlyn popped Camille’s fat nipple into her mouth. She pressed her tongue flat against it and it grew hard between her lips. Locking her eyes with Camille’s, she reached down, grasped her cock and cupped her balls. She stroked Camille’s length with long, slow strokes, squeezing her balls for the same duration as each stroke. Her cock throbbed into Cailtyn’s hand. Camile inhaled sharply and made a gentle, husky moan. Her cock grew hard and… no. No, it couldn’t be. Her cock started to grow but, she was already so big. How could a cock get any bigger? Soon, Cailtyn’s fingers failed to reach each other around the girth and each stroke began to take half a second longer. Caitlyn sneaked a look. Camille’s cock had almost doubled in length and girth. Caitlyn froze. Could she even take such a monster?

A slap across the ass buckled Cailtyn’s knees and split the air with a piercing crack. Caitlyn gasped and braced herself against Camille’s chest, removing her hands from Camille’s cock. Camille’s palm slammed her other ass cheek, rocking Cailtyn to her core. Her groin screamed, demanding pleasure. Caitlyn bit her lip hard.

“Did I ask you to stop?” Camille asked.

“N-No, m-”

A third slap cracked her ass in the exact same spot. The heat flared in throbbing pulses. Her legs trembled. It took every ounce of Cailtyn’s willpower not to plunge her fingers inside herself.

“Don’t stutter.”

Caitlyn swallowed. “Sorry, mistress. No, you didn’t ask me to stop.”

“No, I didn’t. However, I suppose you did achieve your objective.” Camille stepped back, leaving Cailtyn to struggle to remain standing. “Follow me.” She turned and strutted off across the room atop the points of her blades.

Caitlyn scampered after her, racing to keep up with her brisk pace. Each step flared the heat on her ass cheeks, making it harder and harder to resist the calling of her groin. It raged and ranted, demanding attention. The sway of Camille’s ass only worsened the problem yet, Caitlyn couldn’t look away for the life of her.

“You’ll not pleasure yourself without permission, is that understood?”

Caitlyn groaned. “Yes, mistress.”

Camille led her to a glass, sliding door along the back wall. She led Caitlyn through it, outside to the marble terrace surrounding the pool. The marble warmed the soles of her feet. The summer sun flushed her cheeks and lingered in her hair. A sea breeze chilled her skin, causing her nipples to stand on end. A tall fence encircled the space, blocking the windows of the surrounding houses. A small voice in Cailtyn’s mind wished the windows weren’t blocked. She ignored it. It must have been the dumb, horny part of her brain talking.

Camille crossed the marble, her blades clicking and clacking with each step. Several pool chairs were lined up along the poolside, each paired with an umbrella. Camille swatted an umbrella aside, removing its shade and lay on the pool chair. Her cock stood tall, twitching and throbbing.

“Get between my legs.” Camile spread her legs, revealing a pink, puckered asshole. “And eat my ass.”

“Yes, mistress.” Caitlyn hurried to get in between her legs.

On her hands and knees, at the foot of the pool chair, Caitlyn froze. The edge of Camille’s blades gleamed in the midday sun. Realising her mistake, Cailtyn braced for a slap but, cautiously relaxed as one didn’t come.

Camille smiled at her. “I wear a dull pair when I’m off duty. You’re perfectly safe so as long as you avoid the points. We wouldn’t want you taking an eye out, now would we?”

“N-No, mistress.”

“I’ll allow that one. Once. Now, get your tongue in my ass and be quick about it.”

“Yes, mistress!”

Caitlyn crawled in between Camille’s legs and lay flat on the foot of the pool chair. Camille’s cock towered above her head, standing without assistance. She took hold of it with one hand and supported herself on Camille’s smooth, steel thigh with the other and pressed her open mouth against Camille’s asshole. Soft and smooth, like a second pair of lips, Camille’s asshole kissed her back. Caitlyn prodded it with her tongue and it parted with little resistance. Its warm, wet walls hugged her tongue. It tasted salty, a stronger salt than cum, a wonderful taste.

Caitlyn got to work, plunging her tongue in and out of Camille’s ass as she stroked her cock. The urge to pleasure herself threw a tantrum, begging and pleading for attention. She pressed on, ignoring the nuisance. She would be a good girl, no matter what her body wanted.

Camille’s moans were all the encouragement. They weren’t very loud but, they were long and wavering. The sort of wavering that came unbidden.

“That’s it,” Camile grunted and arched her back. “Very good. Twist your hand as you stroke.”

Caitlyn twisted her hand once each time she stroked, up and down. Suddenly, Camile lurched forward and gasped.

“Oh, stop! Stop!”

Caitlyn started. She whipped her hand away from Camille’s cock as if it were a hit iron and sat up on her knees in a flash.

“Mistress?!”

“Fuck…” With her mouth hung open, Camille threw her head back. Her cock twitched, throbbed and bulged. Camille fought to catch her breath. “You almost made me cum,” she said sounding shocked.

“Oh…” Caitlyn sighed, relieved. “Sorry, mistress. I didn’t mean to.”

“No, it’s quite alright.” Camille met her eyes and smirked. “Get on my lap.”

Caitlyn giggled. “Yes, mistress.” She straddled Camille’s lap. Camille’s cock pressed flat against the valley of her back.

Camille snatched Caitlyn’s face into her grasp and buried her lips into hers. Soft, plump lips locked with Caitlyn in a long, hard kiss. Camille broke the kiss, gasped, and kissed her again. Caitlyn kissed threw her arms around Camille’s neck as she kissed her back. Their breasts pressed together. The hextech crystal pulsed hot against Caitlyn’s chest.

Camille broke the kiss and whispered with a clenched jaw. “Ahri was right, you are a lot of fun.”

“Thank you, mistress.” Caitlyn ran her hand through Camille’s white hair.

“And so polite and obedient.” Camille bit her lip and then nipped Caitlyn’s. “I’m going to ruin you,” she whispered against her mouth.

“Please do, mistress~”

“Get on my cock, now.”

“Yes, mistress.”

Caitlyn placed her hands beside Camille’s head on the pool chair as she leaned forward to raise her ass. Only once her back was parallel with the chair did Cailtyn feel the tip of Camille’s cock against her pussy. Camille steadied her cock and Cailtyn lowered herself onto it. Girth beyond reason stretched her beyond what ought to be possible. Immense length probed inside her, deep and deeper, past what Ahri had achieved and, impossibly, past what Orianna had achieved. Cailtyn’s ass met the steel and flesh of Camille’s groin as Camille’s tip pressed against something new; the end of Caitlyn’s pussy.

“Your cervix is that deep? It’s like you were made for this.” Camille seized her hips.

“Thank you, mistress.” Caitlyn’s voice trembled but she fought to not stammer.

“Ride me but don’t you dare cum.”

“Oh…” The very thought of moving tempted an orgasm. “Yes, mistress.”

Caitlyn had lifted her hips not even an inch before a shudder shot through her. “Oh, mistress it’s-”

A slap cracked her across the face and suddenly, she was looking to the side. “Did I say stop?”

“No, mistress.” Caitlyn moaned. Fire burned on her cheek. An ache throbbed in her jaw. A lazy grin spread across her face. She lifted her hips as far as she was able and lowered them again, getting into a crawling rhythm.

“That’s it. Nice and steady.” Camille squeezed her hips. “Ah, yes. Just like that.” She buried her face between Caitlyn’s breasts and squeezed both ass cheeks.

Pleasure crashed over Caitlyn again and again. With each reunion of pussy and groin, a mist of bliss fogged Caitlyn’s mind, muting sight, sound, smell and taste, leaving only touch and pleasure. She heard herself cry out with each departure of pussy and groin but never remembered doing so. She felt the sunlight on her back. She tasted the salt of the ocean breeze. She smelt the twin aroma of Camille’s sweat and lavender perfume. An orgasm teetered with every movement, threatening to spill over with each filling and emptying of Caitlyn’s pussy. Caitlyn fought a losing battle to keep it at bay. No matter how hard she concentrated, it edged closer with each rise and fall of her hips.

“Mistress, may I cum?” Caitlyn groaned.”

“No.” Camille nipped her nipple.

“Please… mistress, I can’t last much longer.”

“You will not cum and you will not stop. Is that understood?”

“Ohhh…. Yes… yes, mistress.”

Caitlyn began to tremble. First in her arms. She fell but, Camille caught her and held her up. She never stopped riding. Then it spread to her back. She would have slumped if not for Camille’s grip. She never stopped riding. Finally, it spread to her thighs. She fought desperately to ride but, try as she might, Caitlyn could rise only an inch off Camille’s groin. She sat on her cock, mind starting to melt, trembling with pleasure.

A slap cracked the side of her breast. Lovely tingles spread through her chest.

“Do not stop.”

“I’m trying, mistress… really…” Caitlyn strained and managed two inches before falling again.

She gazed up into Camille’s sharp glare, helpless in her lean arms.

“Don’t think you’ll escape your test so easily.” Camille slapped her.

Cailtyn’s ears rang. Her orgasm swelled right to the edge but Caitlyn mustered what little strength remained and fought it off.

Her hips rose. Not an inch. Not two. All the way. Camille lifted her hips right to the tip and slid her back down, slow and steady. Caitlyn pressed her forehead against Camille’s as she practically screamed out a gasp. She flung her arms around Camille and held her tight, squeezing, clenching to stop her orgasm. All that did was make Camille feel even bigger. She came the instant she made the mistake. Sweet relief flooded through Cailtyn’s body. Laughing, she rolled her eyes back and melted into Camille’s embrace as contraction after contraction gripped her pussy.

Camille tensed and gripped her tight. “Fucking hell…” she muttered, staying perfectly still inside her. Her cock twitched and throbbed.

Once her orgasm died and the world made sense again, Caitlyn found herself giddy with glee. Camille had promised a more severe punishment for breaking that rule. How would she look after? Her tits and ass, would they be red and raw? Would they throb with searing heat with each beat of her heart.? Would bruises linger? Please let there be bruises.

“What are you going to do to me, mistress?” Caitlyn asked, smiling.

Camille returned the smile. “I’ll give you ten strikes. The first five, you’ll serve standing up no matter how weak your legs are. If you remain standing, you’ll be permitted to rest on all fours for the next five.”

“And if I fall?”

Camille cracked her cheek with a lazy, yet no less powerful slap. Caitlyn’s head spun. She bit her lip and trembled.

“Do not interrupt.”

“Sorry, mistress.”

“If you fall, we’ll start over and you’ll serve all ten standing up.”

“Yes, mistress.”

“Get up.”

“Yes, mistress.”

Caitlyn watched Camille’s piercing, blue eyes follow her as she unmounted. They lingered on her breasts and ass and cheeks, on the patches of red amongst the cream. Their hunger alone would’ve made her weak in the knees, but combined with the already present trembling, it took everything not to crumble. Camille knew it. She did. With careful, graceful movements she eased herself into a sitting position. She lingered for a few agonising moments, grinning all the while. When she did finally stand, Camile began circling her, eyes trained on their targets. Her fingertips traced a circle around Caitlyn’s waist.

Camille meandered back in front of Caitlyn, eyes trained on her breasts, fingertips below her belly button. Her palm cracked the underside of Cailtyn’s breast. The sting forced a gasp. A jolt shot down her spine, buckling her knees. Caitlyn staggered. The ground rushed to meet her. She stuck her foot out and straightened her back. The ground froze.

“One,” Camille said.

Panting, Caitlyn straightened and stood proper. The moment her feet were side by side. A slap cracked the side of her ass. Heat raged on the skin’s surface and buried deep into the muscle. A moan escaped her lips.

“Two.”

The world spun. A slap cracked, faint as if against carpet. Heat burned her cheek. Someone moaned. It sounded like her but it couldn’t be. She hadn’t. Sound sharpened.

“Three.”

As a fuzzy cloud cleared in Cailtyn’s head, Camille began another circle. Her blades clicked on the marble. Her fingertips traced Caityn’s waist. The clicking stopped. A slap cracked her ass in the exact same spot as before.

“Fuck!” Caitlyn cried out.

“Four.”

Heat blazed. She clenched her ass. Her legs threatened to betray her again. A slap cracked her tensed ass. The impact shook her, punching deep into her tense flesh. Caitlyn balled her fists and locked them to her side. She wouldn’t touch herself. She would obey.

“Five. You may get on all fours now.”

Caitlyn wanted to scramble onto the pool chair but, each step threatened to betray her. She took them slow and practically glided across the marble. Her knee pressed against the hard, polished wood of the chair. Composure became a distant memory. She scrambled onto the chair, getting onto all four.

“Eager, are we? Do you enjoy being punished?”

“I, uh-” Caitlyn sensed a trap. “No- I mean, yes, mistress.”

“Well, it’s not much of a punishment, is it then? Perhaps I must come up with something new.”

“No!”

A slap smashed her ass. Her arms buckled before she even had the chance to fight it. Warm, polished wood flattened her cheek.

“No, what?”

“No, mistress! Sorry, mistress!” All the heat started to brim tears in her eyes while a huge grin spread across her face.

“Why shouldn’t I? It’s not a punishment if you’re enjoying yourself.”

“You misunderstood me, mistress!” Caitlyn scrambled for words. “I… I don’t enjoy it, I only meant that I enjoy the reminders. Yes, the reminders! I enjoy the reminders! I love how the pain reminds me of my mistakes. They help me be obedient and to please you, mistress! Please, don’t stop. I’ve been bad, I need a punishment.”

Camille chuckle. She pressed her palm against Caitlyn’s raw and tender ass and rubbed a circle into the flesh. “I won’t stop, then. In fact, I’m going to make sure these next five hurt even more. Does that sound acceptable?”

“Will the skin break, mistress?”

Camille paused. “... Only if you want it to.”

“I… I don’t, mistress.”

“Then, no. The skin will stay in contact.”

Caitlyn looked back. Camille’s pale skin and white hair glowed golden under the midday sun. Caitlyn got back up onto all fours and presented her ass to Camille.

“I’m ready, mistress.”

“Keep your mouth closed, I don’t want you biting off that pretty little tongue.”

“Yes, mistress.” Caitlyn closed her mouth.

And a good thing too. The first crack of Camille’s palm rocked Cailtyn, forcing her to lunge. Every muscle in her body tensed and then screamed as one in a euphoric symphony of dull, throbbing heat. The second crack arrived quicker than the last, striking while the heat rose to it’s peak, phishing it even beyond. Caitlyn screamed a clenched, wavering moan as tears trickled. She needed Camille inside her again. Nothing mattered more. The third crack arrived as Cailtyn’s moan dwindled. Again, Cailtlyn lurched and again the heat rose but, Camille’s hand remained rather than slip away. It took a handful of Caitlyn’s throbbing ass, forcing her face back down onto the warm wood. Caitlyn could only muster a groan as she sunk further and further into bliss. The fourth dragged her to the surface. She screamed aloud, laughing and moaning as the heat soared.

“Close your mouth.”

“Yes, mistress~...”

Caitlyn closed her mouth. A wait ensued. The longest wait of her life. Her ass screamed for more heat. Her pussy screamed for cock. Her mind begged for pleasure. When it seemed like it’s never arrived, the fifth crack came. It slammed her with such force that it drove Caitlyn’s face further into the poolside chair. Her body gave out and, like a puppet without strings, Caitlyn slumped onto her side. “Have you learned your lesson?” Camille asked, tracing a circle onto Caitlyn’s burning ass with a fingertip.

“Yes, mistress…”

“And what lesson would that be?”

Cailtlyn searched for words in her mind’s haze. “Only cum when mistress says to.”

“Good girl, that’s right.”

Cailtlyn’s heart swelled. A second wave of energy surged through her. Trembling, she got back onto all fours.

“You’re an eager thing, aren’t you?” Camille chuckled.

“I am, mistress. I need your cock.”

“Well, after that performance, I’d say you’ve earned it.”

Camille took hold of Caitlyn’s hips and lifted her ass, straightening her thighs. Her pussy quivered as Camille lingered, taking the time to knead her thumbs into her hips. When Caitlyn felt as if she were about to burst, Camille buried herself deep inside with one, swift stroke.

Caitlyn melted before she’d even been filled. Her arms gave out. The pool chair slapped her cheek. Her ass weighed on Camille’s grip. The grip tightened.

“You will not cum. Am I clear?” Camille asked, balls deep inside her.

“Yes, mistress.” Her voice sounded distant and soft.

“Very good.”

Camille’s cock shot back and slammed Cailtyn’s cervix all over again all in a single heartbeat. An assault of relentless, flurried thrusts plunged Caitlyn’s insides. They were not wild, nor chaotic. They were ruthlessly efficient like the perfect, rapid chugging of a train’s pistons. The poolside table rocked, creaked and bucked. Cailtyn’s pussy creamed, slapping with each blitzing thrust. Camille’s soft groin and steel thighs barraged Cailtyn’s raw ass, searing heat down to the bone.

There was no point resisting. To stop her orgasm would be to lift a mountain. Instead, she relished in the pleasure while it lasted and dreamed of the punishment to come. How many times would it repeat? Uninstructed orgasm after uninstructed orgasm? A barrage of ruthless slaps after ruthless slaps? It’d knock her out. She’d never make it to the end but, that was okay. If her run ended in total bliss and harmony, how could she complain?

Yet, it did not end. Her orgasm lingered but never rushed to escape. The door had swung wide open. Caitlyn hadn’t the energy to close it. Her orgasm could rush to freedom whenever it chose. It remained. It peaked its head into view as if to remind her it was indeed still a threat but never anything more. Caitlyn smiled to herself as she rode wave after wave of pleasure, free of any thoughts. How much time passed she couldn’t know before the twitch arrived.

A twitch in Camille’s cock broke the neverending stream of pleasure. Her cock froze, twitched again and then vanished. The world flipped and spun. The chair’s polished wood left her vision to press against her knees. Camille’s stern face and throbbing cock replaced it, hovering above her. Stroking her cock, Camille tiled back Cailtyn’s head and stuffed her cock down her throat. Caitlyn hadn’t even the energy to gag. Instead, through drooped eyes, she gazed into Camille’s stern stare. The instant Camille’s balls touched Caitlyn’s chin, sternness and strictness melted into euphoria. Camille cried out. Her head threw back. Her cock throbbed. Cum erupted down Cailtyn’s gullet. It filled her stomach, warming her from the inside out.

Camille shuddered and pulled out. Her cock hung before Caitlyn, limp and shiny with spit and all sorts.

“Thank you for my meal, mistress,” Caitlyn whispered.

Panting, Camille. “It… It isn’t the last I’ll give you. I swear it. I’ll not… not stand for this to be our last time. Am… Am I understood?”

“Yes… mistress.”

Caitlyn shuddered and collapsed onto her side. She accepted her state and lay there willingly. Residual cum leaked from the side of her mouth. Her ass, tits and face burned beautiful heat. Her insides, quivered and trembled as her muscles reformed and contracted back to their original state. Smooth, gentle summer sun painted her skin in a soothing calm. The sea breeze carried the calm within.

Camille crawled beside her onto the pool chair. Her lean, slender arms swaddled Caitlyn’s chest. Her breasts squished against Caitlyn’s shoulder blades. Her cock pressed against her lower back. Camille’s body radiated heat through Cailtyn’s, soothing her tender muscles and taming her blazing patches of raw skin.

For a moment, Caitlyn might have fallen asleep if it hadn’t been for three short, sharp knocks that rapped from within the manor.

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Caitlyn's Futa Obsession

Chapter 3: Orianna

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Tags: Futanari x fem, Caitlyn x Orianna, robot x human, robot cock, free use sex, big cock, submissive Caitlyn, innocent & caring Orianna

Featured Characters: FUTA!Orianna, Caitlyn

Word Count: 2,519

Vi broke their kiss. Her face hovered above Caitlyn’s, wild and mischievous. “You ready, Cupcake?”

After a single cock left Caitlyn’s pussy tender and throbbing. What would four more do to her? Let alone fifty? Most likely leave her like the girls she’d seen in free-use videos. Barely conscious, glazed and oozing.

Caitlyn bit her lip. “I-I am.”

“Look at you, all excited. Fuck, I could take you again.”.

“I could have you again.”

Vi laughed. “Don’t tempt me, Cupcake. Ahri takes rule-breaking seriously. We’re allowed one orgasm, that’s all.”

“So? When have you ever cared about the rules?”

“These rules make sense and aren’t made by a total piece of shit.”

Caitlyn held her tongue. She knew better than to argue with Vi about such things by now. It never led anywhere. Best to change the subject.

“How do they know you came?” she asked.

“Miss Nine-tails has got freaky good hearing, and she can feel emotions or some shit. I don’t know, she just knows.” Vi rolled off of Caitlyn and hopped to her feet.

Caitlyn made to follow her.

“Don’t get up, Cupcake. Better to rest in between.” Vi brushed Caitlyn's hair out of her face and kissed her on the forehead. “I’ll be right outside. See you once you’re done?”

“Definitely.”

Their lips reunited one last time before Vi gathered her clothes and headed for the door.

“Good luck, Cupcake.”

Vi disappeared around the couch. The doors opened. A new set of footsteps approached.

Caitlyn awaited on her back, giddy and smiling ear to ear. Her mind raced to remember all the women in the lobby. All the faces and forms melded together, leaving Caitlyn only her imagination to puzzle out her next partner. The wildest creation of her mind paled in comparison to what presented itself.

A woman made of silver and bronze metal rounded the couch. Two unblinking eyes of glowing blue light bore Caitlyn. Like that of a statue, her hair was moulded in bronze to resemble a tied-up bun. Gaps in her arms, torso and thighs revealed gears, pulleys and levers made of brass. Where shoulders, elbows and knees ought to be were instead, ball joints. The handle of a key as long as her torso stuck out of her back, like a windup toy. Blue light like that of her eyes shone from every gap of her body. Not any normal light. Hextech light.

“Hello,” the metal woman said in a sweet yet, monotone voice. “Do you wish to continue this activity?”

Caitlyn sat up on the edge of the couch. Words failed her.

“You are surprised. That is a normal reaction. Would you care for an explanation?”

“You, uh, you run off Hex-tech, right?”

“That is correct.”

“Are you human? Like, a cyborg?”

“Once. Do not be concerned. I think. I feel. Just like you. Correction. Enough like you for us to share our bodies in coitus.”

Caitlyn looked for genitals but, found only a smooth mound beneath her iron tutu. “How do you have sex?”

“With this.”

Gears whirred and a panel shifted to the side on the metal mound between her legs. A sizeable silver cock emerged and clicked into place. A good quarter of its length reached beyond her fanning, iron tutu.

“I have another set of what are typically seen as female genitals. Both are equipped to stimulate pleasure. Based on your own genitals, I assume you would prefer this set over the other?”

“W-Well, I mean, I don’t mind either way. Whatever’s more comfortable for you.”

“You would prefer me to make this decision?”

“Uh, yeah. Yes please.”

“I shall oblige.” Gears whirred. The metal woman stared off into space. “I will use this set. I enjoy penetrating.”

Caitlyn giggled. “I enjoy being penetrated.”

“That is good. You would be ill-suited for this activity if you were not.”

Caitlyn giggled again.

“Have I told a joke?”

“No, you’re just funny, in a cute way.”

“Contradictory.”

“Yeah, I guess.”

Caitlyn looked the metal woman over again. Without shock clouding her vision, her beauty became apparent. Hex-tech light glittered off of her white silver and dark copper. Her face captured a certain youthful grace, despite being cast and rigid.

“You failed to provide consent to this activity. Proceeding without consent is a violation of Mistress Ahri’s terms of conduct. Do you agree to this activity?”

“I do, but I’d like to know your name before we start.”

“Obligating. My name is Orianna Reveck.”

“Nice to meet you, Orianna. Mine is Caitlyn Kiramman.”

“Greetings, Caitlyn Kiramman.”

“Just Caitlyn, Orianna.”

“Correction. Greetings, Caitlyn.”

Caitlyn slid off the couch. Velvet carpet cushioned her knees. “Shall we begin, Orianna?”

Gears whirred. “I would like that.”

Caitlyn shuffled forward. Orianna’s tutu hovered above her head. Her silver cock hung level with her forehead. She had no balls, so Caitlyn took hold of her cock with both hands. Expecting cold, Caitlyn was instead greeted by warmth. She quivered. Hard as metal and warm as flesh How would such a thing feel inside her?

Caitlyn gave Orianna’s cock a two-handed stroke from base to tip. Her palms glided along the metal with little resistance. She made no moan or sigh. Instead, gears whirred. Caitlyn stroked again and the gears whirred again. She slid the tip into her mouth and the gears revved.

“Your mouth is enjoyable, Caitlyn.”

Orianna tasted like metal but felt as warm as flesh. A strange yet, exhilarating combination. Caitlyn relaxed. She couldn’t see Orianna past her fanning tutu so, she closed her eyes. Careful and slow, she tilted her head back as Orianna’s warmth filled her mouth and throat. Her girth bulged the walls of Caitlyn’s throat. A gag struck, unbidden. She spluttered but did not falter. Orianna’s gears purred in a perpetual rev.

Sleek, metal fingers combed through Cailtyn’s hair. Pointed tips, like the blunted, trimmed claws of a cat, traced her scalp. Tingles zigzagged across her head. Caitlyn smiled as much as she was able and got to work sucking Orianna’s rather daunting length. Each time Orianna’s tip entered and exited her throat, a gag ambushed her. Spit glazed her chin. A small part of her mind threatened to buck and send her choking and gasping from Orianna’s cock. A larger part steadied her hands and relaxed her throat. She allowed herself to be a tool for pleasure. Good tools are reliable.

Orianna’s gears revved with the push and pull of Cailtyn’s throat and with the twists and strokes of her hands. The revs flared and dwindled in time with Caitlyn’s rhythm. They never died completely.

“You are quite-” Orianna’s gears revved and her voice stuttered. “-s-s-s-s-s-skilled, Caitlyn. I am enjoying you more than m-m-m-m-m-ost of our participants.”

Taking care, Caitlyn drew Orianna’s cock out of her mouth. The moment her tip passed her lips, Caitlyn gasped for a proper breath.

“I’m enjoying you too.” Caitlyn stared at Orianna’s massive cock, shiny and dripping from her work. She trembled. “A lot~”

“That is positive information.” Orianna’s gears revved.

Cailtyn’s slipped her hand between her legs and began pleasuring herself. “I’m ready for you, Orianna. I need you inside me.”

“Understood. How would you like to be penetrated? Vagianlly or anally?”

“My pussy, please.” Saying the words caused her hand to flail. She let out a shuddering moan.

“Understood. Where in the room shall we commence vaginal penetration?”

Caitlyn looked around, her mind screaming for more pleasure. The first thing she saw was a pool table.

“The pool table!”

“Understood.”

Orianna picked Caitlyn up as if she weighed no more than a doll. Cradling her in her arms, Orianna carried Caitlyn across the room. Hextech light flared with each step. By the time they reached the pool table, she was practically bursting at the seams.

“What position would you-”

“Doggystyle!” Caitlyn exclaimed with little thought.

“Understood.”

Orianna lay Cailtyn down on her stomach and Caitlyn scrambled onto all fours. She looked back and saw Orianna place one foot on the table’s brim. Her iron tutu retracted inside her body and she positioned her cock before Cailtyn’s pussy.

“How would you like to be pleasured?”

“You decide. But do it quickly.”

“Understood.” Orianna’s gears whirred for less than a second. “Soft and fast. Does that sound pleasurable?”

“It sounds amazing~”

“Understood.” Without wasting a second, Orianna penetrated her. Her gears sang a powerful whir.

Caitlyn was stretched and filled beyond even what Ahri’s cock had managed to achieve. Her arms collapsed before Orianna had even finished entering her. The soft green of the pool table rushed to meet her cheek, cushioning the blow somewhat. Caitlyn paid it no mind and sunk her nails into the soft green. A quiet groan wavered as a grin spread across her face. The metal of Orianna’s cock forced her pussy to conform to its form, leaving no room for discussion. While its comforting warmth lulled the complaints of Caitlyn’s stretched walls.

“I am starting,” Orianna said. Warm, hard hands secured her waist in an unshakeable grip.

Caitlyn gasped as Orianna’s cock sped back and choked on her gasp as it refilled before the next breath. The metal of Orianna’s groin patted Caitlyn’s ass perfectly in time with the thundering of her racing heart. Her muscles turned to porridge. Her bones turned to noodles. Her mind turned to fog. Yet, Caitlyn consolidated her strength to look back into Orianna’s glowing, unblinking eyes. Orianna’s face, cast in silver, didn’t smile for it couldn’t but, her eyes never broke away from Caitlyn’s. Her gears whirred and wailed with each of her swift thrusts.

“Oh f-fuck~ Please don’t stop!”

“I will not. Ceasing movement would break my rhythm. Breaking my rhythm would jeopardise your pleasure as well as my own. I can increase your pleasure. Do you require clitoral or anal stimulation? Do you wish for me to introduce vibrational stimulation?”

“O-Oh my god, yes!”

“Your answer is unclear.”

“V-V-” Caitlyn choked on a moan. “Vibrations! I want vibrations!”

“Understood. Commencing with the requested action.”

Orianna’s cock began to vibrate with the intensity of a vibrator set to the highest level. Any strength Caitlyn had consolidated, vanished. Her cheek buried into the soft green. She saw only the pool table and the room beyond its brim. Only Orianna’s grip kept her ass in the air. Pleasure beyond pleasure erupted through her. For a moment, Caitlyn thought she’d came, but the intensity persisted beyond the length of an orgasm. It locked her body as well as any orgasm could. She hung from Orianna’s grip, trembling and sputtering as her immense metal cock worked away at her pussy with a feverish ethic. When she did cum, it snuck up on her for all the intensity vanished without warning. Pleasure dwindled to a numb, persistent pulsing in her groin. Scraping together what little strength had returned, Caitlyn looked back at Orianna.

“I-I came…” she managed to say.

“Understood. Shall I do the same?”

“N-No. I wanna cum again.”

“That course of action is not recommended. Forty-nine more participants are to follow our intercourse.”

“I don’t care… I need to cum on your cock again. It’s so amazing.”

“Understood.” Orianna ended her thrusting. “Shall we proceed in this position or another?”

“Another but, first can you kiss me and hold me while I recover my strength?”

“I can.”

Orianna eased her cock from Caitlyn. She plucked her off the table and turned her around in the air so that their eyes were level. Caitlyn put her arms around Orianna’s neck before her shock had even registered. Orianna held Cailtyn by the ass, cupping both cheeks. Her hands and neck felt as warm as any human’s but, her chest exceeded both. Warmth radiated from it that Cailtyn could feel against her breasts without them so much as touching the metal. It didn’t simmer and it hadn’t turned red or white so, Caitlyn doubted it would burn her.

Secure in Orianna’s steady grasp, Caitlyn went to kiss her when suddenly, Orianna spoke.

“Caitlyn, may I confess something?”

Caitlyn blinked. “Uh, sure.”

“Despite the ill-advised nature of your actions, I am pleased you chose to continue intercourse with me.”

Caitlyn smiled. “Do you like fucking me, Orianna?”

“I do. Your body brings me immense satisfaction and pleasure.” Orianna’s grip on Caitlyn’s ass tightened. Her gears whirred.

Caitlyn giggled and kissed her. Her lips did not move for they couldn’t, but they warmed as Caitlyn’s met them. Caitlyn let the kiss linger, keeping flesh and metal entwined for as long as it took for her strength to return. And then a little longer. Orianna squeezed and pulled apart her cheeks. Caitlyn stroked her silver jaw and neck.

When Caitlyn broke the kiss she giggled. “You’re strong.”

“Correct, I am stronger than most unenhanced humans.”

“Can you fuck me in this position? All gentle and slow?”

“I can. I recommend you give permission for me to orgasm once you do for the sake of your strength.”

Caitlyn kissed her. Orianna’s lips warmed. Her gears whirred.

“I agree.”

“Understood. Shall I commence?”

“Yes.”

“Understood.”

Orianna’s cock angled upwards. It pressed against Cailtyn’s back. Orianna’s eyes dropped out of sight. Her cock touched Caitlyn’s pussy. Her eyes levelled with Caitlyn’s. Her cock filled her.

“Orianna~” Caitlyn pressed her forehead against hers.

Orianna lifted and lowered her with a slow, plodding rhythm. Her gears whirred and wailed.

“Your tone indicates pleasure.”

“It does~”

“I am also experiencing overwhelming pleasure.”

Caitlyn giggled and moaned. “Y-You don’t sound like it.”

“Incorrect. My gears’ noise level is peaking.”

They were. In fact, they were practically screaming.

“An orgasm would be pleasing.”

“Can you wait for me?”

“I can wait forever.”

“Do you want to?”

Orianna’s gears’ screams peaked even higher. “I do not. But my role is to serve your pleasure.”

Caitlyn moaned and shook her head. “N-No, I’m here to serve yours. I want to be used, Orianna. So, use me…”

“Understood.”

Orianna’s gears let out a piercing wail. She dropped Caitlyn all the way down her cock. Her forehead, hard and warm, pressed against the top of Caitlyn’s head as she trembled. Caitlyn felt cum fill her and heard cum splatter on the carpet below. Despite lacking an orgasm herself, Caitlyn had never experienced such bliss before. She sighed and, as Orianna came, rested her cheek against her casted breasts. Warmth like that of a freshly heated towel lulled Cailtyn to a gentle calm.

Three sharp knocks rapped on the door but, Orianna remained as she was.

After what must have been close to a minute, Orianna lifted Caitlyn off of her cock.

“I will lay you down on the couch to allow your body to rest. Is that acceptable?”

“It is.” Caitlyn stroked Orianna’s cheek. “Did you enjoy your orgasm?”

“It was more pleasurable than any I’ve felt in three years, two months, thirty-six days and eight seconds.”

Caitlyn laughed and hugged Orianna tight. Orianna’s gears whirred.

While Caitlyn giggled to herself, Orianna carried her back to the couch. She lay her down on her back, brushed her hair out of her face and ever so gently kissed Caitlyn.

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Caitlyn's Futa Obsession

Chapter 2: Vi

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Tags: Futanari x fem, Caitlyn x Vi, free use sex, gangbang, big cock, submissive Caitlyn, Soft Dom Ahri

Featured Characters: FUTA!Vi, Caitlyn

Word Count: 3,649

It was a bad idea. It was a really bad idea yet, Caitlyn approached the manor anyway. A mahogany door towered over her. She checked its number made of gilded steel. 51. She squinted to recheck the street's sign. Oceanview Street. She couldn’t deny it, she’d arrived where Ahri’s note had said to.

Sun gleamed off of the manor’s towering, white brick walls. It twinkled in its many windows. Boring down directly above. Midday. She’d arrived when the note had said to. All that remained to do was to follow the final instruction.

Knock three times. Short and sharp.

Cailtyn’s hand lingered before the door, her knuckles inches from the rich, dark wood. She looked over her shoulder. The street, a path of orderly, white tiles spanned across the arch of a hillside. Houses populated only one side of the street. The other had been left open, exposing Piltover’s bayside sprawl.

Rolling hills topped with lavish, fine houses cascaded towards the ocean, meeting the beach in an orderly line. Ships floated lazily across a vast stretch of endless, sparkling blue. They moved so slow that they seemed not to move at all, as if the ocean’s beauty had distracted each and every captain from their work. Even from afar, the wind carried the ocean’s salt, fanning Caitlyn’s nose with sharp, salty air.

The place Ahri’s note had brought her was a beautiful, good place but, everywhere in Piltover was a beautiful, good place. It was the first thing they’d taught her in the academy.

Never allow yourself to feel complacent. You may feel like you’re in the good part of town but, in Piltover, everywhere is the good part of town. Criminals know this. Our nation’s beauty is their camouflage.

On the surface at least.

Caitlyn shouldn’t have come. Not on her own in the very least. She should have told someone where she was going. But she hadn’t. She knocked on the door. Three knocks, short and sharp. Knock, knock, knock.

Nothing happened. A relief. She could go home. This wasn't her, hooking up with a stranger. Yesterday had been a one-time lapse in judgment. Yes, a lapse in judgment that's all.

Ahri flung open the door.

Her golden eyes flared. Her pointed black, cat ears perked. Her nine tails swished and swooshed around her.

“You came! Ah, excellent choice! Are you ready to explore your spirit’s truest desires?”

She wasn't. "I…” She should say no. "I am, Ma'am."

Ahri giggled. “Good but, drop the Ma’am stuff for now. Unless…” She stroked Caitlyn’s cheek. “You plan on getting me out of my clothes again?”

“W-W-Well, I uh- wait… um… have I misunderstood, Ma- I mean Ahri? Isn’t that what you invited me here for?”

“Maybe, dear. If you get that far. No, I’ve prepared something beyond your wildest of fantasies today. Come, it’s better you see for yourself than hear it from my lips. It truly must be seen to be believed.” Ahri gave Caitlyn a little smirk before turning and heading inside. Her tails flicked and snapped with the sway of her hips.

Caitlyn took one last lingering look over her shoulder at the beauty of Piltover before stepping over the manor’s threshold. She followed Ahri down a tall, elegant hallway. Red velvet carpeted the floor. Golden rails lined tall walls of dark, rich mahogany. A crystal chandelier suspended from a high ceiling scattered beams of rainbow light. Several ornate doors lined the hall but Ahri opened none of them. Instead, she escorted Caitlyn to a towering set of double mahogany doors at the end of the hall. She grabbed the handles and looked over her shoulder at her.

“You don’t have any heart conditions do you, dear?”

“Wh- what?”

“Do you?”

“No.”

“Good. Well, prepare yourself anyway. I don’t want you fainting on me now.”

A hundred questions popped into Caitlyn's head. Before Caitlyn could ask any of them, Ahri flung open the doors. Caitlyn entered a massive lobby just as extravagant as the hall. Art filled the walls. A statue towered in the centre of the room. Yet, Caitlyn could admire none of it for a sight beyond belief trumped it all. Two sets of stairs climbed to a balcony that overlooked the lobby. Lined up along the gilded banisters was a huge crowd of the most beautiful women Caitlyn had ever seen. The diversity of the crowd painted a rainbow, some weren’t even human. So many that Caitlyn couldn’t even begin guessing the exact number. They looked down at her, a hoard of leers that scanned every part of her all at once. They looked at her as if she were a piece of meat. All except one. Caitlyn spotted…

Vi?!

Vi stood among the crowd between a towering woman with blades for legs and what Caitlyn could only assume to be a robot. She gawked at Caitlyn, jaw hung open, eyes wide.

Oh god, what would Vi think of her now? Her presence on its own, in the room, before all the women, at Ahri’s side, revealed the truth without a single word being spoken. To Vi, Caitlyn was a goodie two shoes. She was Cupcake! Would Vi think she’s a whore? Would she think she’s dirty? Would she think she’s a liar, a deviant who lives a double life? What else was there to think? She’d never love her now… not that she ever had much of a chance…

“I don’t understand,” Caitlyn said barely above a whisper.

“It’s quite simple, dear. I told you I’d provide more and here more is,” Ahri said.

“They’re all like… like you?”

“Yes, dear.”

“And you expect me to fuck all of them?”

“I expect you will try, yes.”

“That’s insane. I can’t fuck that many people. No one can.”

“Oh, I assure you it’s quite possible. You aren’t the first, you know.”

Caitlyn held her head and turned from the horde of lusty leers. They bore down on her, crushing her. She needed to escape.

Ahri’s arm slid around her shoulder, light and gentle as a feather. “You’re overwhelmed, dear. Come, let’s get you someplace private where you can think it over. You’re not being forced. If you decide it’s too much you’re free to leave whenever you wish. I encourage you though to think it over. If you leave, I fear you may end up regretting it. Your spirit knows what you truly want. Try and listen once you’re away from the stares.”

Caitlyn took a deep breath and met Ahri’s gaze. Her beautiful, golden gaze. Some of the weight lifted off of her. “F-Fine. I don’t think I want to but, I’ll think it over.”

“That’s all I ask. Nothing more. Come.”

Ahri guided her between the twin staircases through yet another set of double doors. They entered a vast lounge full of couches, cushions and chairs. Daylight filtered through towering windows along the back wall. Outside, a pool glimmered, surrounded by a smooth marble floor. Caitlyn left Ahri’s guiding arm and made for a pile of huge pillows, red, gold and white. They swallowed her up, swaddling her in warmth and absorbing the weight of the world. Ahri sat cross-legged across from her on the velvet carpet.

“Better?” She asked.

“Yes. Thank you.”

“Before you think anything over may I explain exactly what you’re in store for?”

“That would be best, yes.”

“Do you know what free use is, dear?”

Caitlyn blushed. She had several free-use videos saved to her computer in a secret, hidden folder.

“I-I’ve heard of it.”

“That’s what I have planned for you, dear. For you to give yourself over to fifty-one of the lustiest women I know. However, the “free” in free use is not absolute, you see. Free sex comes with conditions. Consent is paramount under this roof. None of them will do anything to you that you don’t want. On my honour as a Vastayan, you won’t be harmed, unless you wish to be. If you chose to go through with this, you aren’t required to fuck all fifty-one. You may stop whenever you wish, before, after or during each round.”

Caitlyn’s heart fluttered. Damn her stupid, horny, gay brain. She couldn’t agree. One round with Ahri had left her an utter mess. What would she be like after fifty-one? Her insides tingled. She tried to fight them off with no success.

“Perhaps you would like to discuss it with a friend?” Ahri asked. “You and Vi know each other, yes?”

“Oh god, I can’t see her. I can’t. You see, Vi only knows the good me. The well-behaved, innocent me. Not this side of me…”

“She’s seen only your mask, then?”

“Yeah, in a sense.”

Ahri smiled. Her left ear fluttered. “I know Vi quite well, dear. She’ll love this side of you. Think. She’s here too. She agreed to come to this, just like you. Does it sound like the Vi you know to be hypocritical?”

Caitlyn smiled and sat up. “No.”

“Exactly. Shall I fetch her?”

“Yes… Yes please.”

Ahri giggled as she made her way through the double doors. “So polite,” Caitlyn heard her mutter.

A few moments later, Vi eased open the doors. She was a tall and muscular woman with a head of short, pink hair. A small tattoo sat under her left eye of the number six in roman numerals. A pair of goggles perched atop her head; golden frames and blue lenses. She wore pants, a shirt and a jacket. A once ruffian of the underground, Caitlyn’s closest friend, her biggest crush, lingered in the doorway.

“So, it’s really you, Cupcake.”

“It… it is.” Caitlyn avoided her eyes. Her cheeks burned white hot.

“Never knew this side of you existed.”

Caitlyn’s cheeks burned hotter. She heard Vi approach her. Her presence bore down on her from above until, she joined her in the pillows, frowning.

“You alright? You don’t seem all that excited.”

“Well, I don’t really know if I wanna do this.”

Vi sighed. “She didn’t explain it to you before you arrived, did she?”

“No.”

Vi clicked her tongue. “Fucking typical. You want me to take you home? This isn’t really your kind of thing.”

“N-No!”

Vi’s eyebrows raised and she sat up tall.

“I-I mean. I do wanna do this but, I also don’t. A really big part of me, in my head and my body, is screaming at me to do it. And a smaller part of me is whispering to me to not do it, that this is crazy.”

Vi chucked. “Well, it is pretty crazy but, if you feel like you want to you probably do. How about this? Why don’t you start with only the women from Piltover? If you can’t handle it, stop and I’ll get you home. If you can, keep going until you can’t. Hardly anyone makes it through all the way on their first try anyway.”

“How many women is that?”

“Four.”

Caitlyn smiled. “Okay! Yeah, I can do that.”

Vi threw back her head and laughed. “Fuck you’re cute!”

Caitlyn’s heart almost exploded out of her chest. Vi thought she was cute!

“You know, I’ll be one of those four,” Vi said, smirking.

“I-I know.”

The double doors flew open and Ahri reentered, looking eager.

“Have you made a decision?”

Caitlyn stood. “I have. I’ll do it but, only the women from Piltover to start. As a way to test the waters.”

“Oh, excellent! I knew you’d say yes! Your spirit was screaming for it! Vi, shall we give her the regional treatment?”

“Yeah, that’s probably for the best,” Vi said.

“What’s the regional treatment?”

“You’ll fuck our ladies region by region in ascending order of how many ladies we have from said region. So, you’ll start with Piltover, who has four ladies but, after you’ll do Shurima who has only two, and so on and so on until you reach Demacia who has eight. Does that sound agreeable, dear?”

Caitlyn nodded. “It does.”

Ahri clapped her hands. “Excellent! Now, shall I give you two some privacy? Or… shall I linger?” Ahri’s golden eyes undressed Caitlyn with a look.

“Not on your life.” Vi put an arm around Caitlyn.

Ahri looked at Caitlyn. Caitlyn gave her a sheepish grin. “Sorry.”

“Ah, no matter. My turn will come. If you manage to make it through, that is.”

With that, Ahri left and it was only Caitlyn and Vi, alone together in an empty room. Any dreams Caitlyn had ever had never conveyed the way her guts would twist and knot as she stared into Vi’s eyes. Her smoky, grey eyes.

Vi held her hip with one hand and cupped her cheek with the other. “You know, I’ve had my eye on you for a while now, Cupcake.”

“I-I have too.”

“I know.”

“You did?”

Vi turned solemn and nodded. “I did but, I had to hold back. Us together? What would people think? It would have ruined your career before it even began. Under this roof, though, the past and future vanish. Who you are. Who you will be. It doesn’t matter here. Only who you are now, in this very moment.”

“Vi?”

“Yeah, Cupcake?”

“Shut up and fuck me.”

Vi laughed and pressed her forehead against hers. She squeezed Caitlyn’s ass, cradled her jaw and kissed her. Cracked, dry, wonderful lips locked with Caitlyn’s. Lips far more amazing than anything Caitlyn had ever dreamed. Strong, large hands kneaded her ass through her jeans. Rough and soft, spicy and sweet. Caitlyn ignored any thoughts of inadequacy or apprehension and took hold of Vi’s ass. Through her trousers, Cailtyn felt the tender muscle of Vi’s cheeks, like two great, round steaks. She squeezed them again and again and again. Vi smiled against her lips so, Caitlyn kissed and went to slap her ass but, hesitated at the last second, giving her a tiny, soft whack on the left cheek.

“You can do better than that, Cupcake.” Vi pecked her lips. “Give it your all.” She buried her face into Caitlyn’s neck and sucked on it.

Caitlyn cried out. Vi’s mouth sent tingles all down her back. She drew back her hand and brought it down with all her might. A sharp, slap cracked. Tingles burned Caitlyn’s palm.

“Fuck!” Vi grabbed Caitlyn’s face with both hands and pushed her tongue into her mouth.

Everything sped up at once, hands scrambling to undress the other, tongues glancing, kisses smacking. Before Caitlyn knew it, she stood before Vi completely naked. She hadn’t been as quick in undressing Vi as Vi had only lost a shirt and bra. Bulging abs and corded muscles hardened her from waist to neck. Two flat breasts sat atop two lean pecs. As Vi gakwed at Caitlyn’s body, Caitlyn ran her hand over Vi’s stomach, feeling each tender bump of her abs. Vi had always been strong but she never imagined anything like what she saw.

“Wow…” Caitlyn whispered.

Suddenly, Vi grabbed her waist. A tight grip ate into her flesh as the world dropped away from her and flipped. Vi flung Caitlyn over her shoulder and carried her over to a couch. Long cushions the size of mattresses made it seem like half a bed.

“Vi!” Caitlyn laughed. “Put me down.”

“I plan on it.” Vi dumped Cailtyn onto the couch.

The cushions raced to meet her back. She bounced but met the cushions again in a flash as Vi pounced on top of her. Lust oozed from her eyes. The same hungry look the other fifty had given her.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Cupcake.” Vi ran a hand down Caitlyn’s side, gliding her palm over her waist and hip, up and down.

Caitlyn looped her arms around Vi’s neck. “So are you.”

Vi kissed her at once and they fell into each other embrace. Her hand slipped between Caitlyn’s legs. Two fingers entered her. Her thumb found Caitlyn’s clit. It rubbed slow, sensual circles while the fingers curled inside her as if trying to reach the thumb.

Caitlyn had never felt anything like it. She moaned into Vi’s mouth, her back arching.

“That good, Cupcake?”

“Uh huh~”

Vi pecked her lips before sliding down. Wet warmth enveloped Caitlyn's nipple. A firm grip encased her other breast, squeezing and pulling ever so gently in time with the rhythm of Vi’s thumb. A cloud of bliss swept in and cradled her back, lifting Caitlyn from the couch. Floating in pleasure, Caitlyn moaned and squirmed but never once took her eyes off Vi. No matter how heavy pleasure tugged on her eyelids, Caitlyn stared at the top of Vi’s head. She ran her hand through the short, pink locks. She stroked Vi’s rippling back. She swivelled her hips in time with Vi’s hand. She treasured Vi, every part of her with sight, touch and pleasure until bliss’s cloud lowered her back down.

Her orgasm erupted like a punch to the gut. She gasped and let out a low, soft, lingering moan as her orgasm soared and then glided back to earth. When at last she’d landed, Vi awaited, smiling down on her.

Caitlyn cupped her face. “Amazing~”

“Amazing? Cupcake, we haven’t even begun.” Vi sat up on her knees and slipped off her trousers.

They fell to her knees, followed by a pair of boxers. Vi’s cock hung with a downward’s arch even while erect. Unlike Ahri’s the tip had been circumcised and, unlike Ahri’s, it was of a reasonable size.

“It ain’t as big as Ahri’s but, I know how to use it. Don’t you worry.” Vi grinned confidently.

“I think it’s perfect.” Caitlyn lay back and spread her legs.

The flare of arrogant confidence melted from Vi’s face into a cushion of fondness. She looked Cailtyn up and down, chuckled and shook her head.

“You’re testing me, Cupcake.”

“What’s wrong?”

“I don’t know how I’m gonna last in you, you looking the way you do. Fuck…”

Caitlyn giggled. She pressed her thigh flat against her stomach and peeked around her shins. “You’ll manage. Don’t close your eyes, though. That’s cheating.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

Vi kicked out of her trousers and boxers before kneeling before Caitlyn’s exposed pussy. She grabbed each thigh, leaned all her weight onto them and, unguided, slipped inside her. Vi’s girth didn’t rock Caitlyn like Ahri had but, that was fine. A gentle calm washed over her as Vi slid her length inside. Caitlyn sighed and nestled back into the couch.

“Comfy?”

“Very.”

Vi gripped her thighs. Her length left her and then entered her, over and over a few times before finding a rhythm. Once the rhythm had been found, it never left again. Slow but, not delicate. Vi accepted each sensual thrust of her hips with a sharp, swift draw. The lopsided rhythm sent overlapping waves of pleasure meandering through Caitlyn, drawing out a moan with each thrust. While Vi moaned with each draw. Never a second passed without a moan dancing in the air.

With her feet up in the air, pressed together, Caitlyn couldn’t see Vi’s face. She opened them just enough so they could lock their eyes through a small window. Vi’s pace picked up as their drooping gazes met. A soft, wet smack, slapped with each timely thrust.

“Oh, Vi… I love it~”

“Cupcake~” Vi groaned and slowed her pace to a crawl. “I wanna cum so bad…”

“You can. You can, where ever you want. I want it.”

Vi’s jaw clenched. Her eyes closed. She swallowed. “N-No. I need to see you cum again. Oh fuck…”

Vi froze, buried all the way inside. She rested her head against Caitlyn’s foot, panting long, deep breaths.

“Pace yourself. Rub my clit while you rest.”

Panting, Vi nodded. She lifted her head, made deadly, determined eye contact with her and let go of her right thigh to work her clit. Caitlyn let the leg fall rather than tense to keep it up. She took a deep breath, centring herself. She had to cum. For Vi.

Gentle pleasure swelled through her as Vi rubbed circles into her clit. Caitlyn rode the swells, relaxing all over. She stared into Vi’s grey eyes, letting joy, excitement and euphoria speak through her gaze. Vi smiled, breathed deep and started fucking her again, slow and careful, never stopping her thumb. The pleasure never ended. It rose as Vi fucked her and sunk as she rested but, never once did it die. Before long, Caitlyn was squirming. Her hips swiveled of their own accord. Her back rose and fell. Her shoulders snaked. Her toes curled.

“V-Vi…”

“Y-Yes, Cupcake?”

“I’m gonna cum.”

Vi sighed. “Oh, cum for me, Cupcake. Cum on my cock.”

“I’m gonna… I can feel it. It’s small but growing.” Caitlyn moaned. “Pound me! Fuck me hard!”

“A-Are you sure, what if I-”

“Just don’t. Please, I need it. I need it so bad.”

Vi stared long and hard into Caitlyn’s eyes. Then, suddenly she flailed a flurry of rapid thrusts. The weight Vi’s strength crashed into her, like a punch. Caitlyn’s moans peaked, high and sweet. The small mound of her orgasm grew exponentially with each crash of Vi’s hips. It became a mountain. It’s peak broke through the clouds.

Caitlyn came hard. Harder than before. Harder than with Ahri. Her moan caught in her throat as she locked, her flesh turning to steel. For a few blissful moments, it kept its grip on her, all the while Vi kept pounding her pussy. The steel shattered and Caitlyn’s moan escaped from her throat. Squirt erupted all over Vi's groin and abs.

Caitlyn melted into the couch. Vi shuddered, squeezed her thighs, sighed and blew a load inside her. She collapsed. Caitlyn caught her and they lay there together, kissing, laughing and touching, forgetting all about the other fifty awaiting.

That was until three sharp knocks rapped on the door.

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