Caitlyn's Futa Obsession

Seraphine

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.