Caitlyn's Futa Obsession

Sivir & Taliyah

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.