Caitlyn's Futa Obsession

Miss Fortune

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.