Caitlyn's Futa Obsession

Camille

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."