Caitlyn's Futa Obsession

Kai'Sa

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?"