Caitlyn's Futa Obsession

Soraka

An early chapter for you guys, as a treat (and not because I don't have access to a computer on Friday)

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Leona's armour weighed far less than it should. It was solid steel and thick steel at that. Not cheap steel, mind you. Proper steel. The sort the household guards of Piltover's nobility wore. Caitlyn had lifted one of their chestplates before when... well when she was doing something she shouldn't have with one of her household's guards.

Holding his chest plate had felt like holding a stack of bricks. Holding Leona's felt like holding a pillow.

Caitlyn fastened Leona's straps, taking extra care to take as long as was convincing. "What's this made of?"

"That knowledge is beyond me."

"Surely you must have some idea."

"Only guesses."

"Guess then." The buckle fastened. Caitlyn pulled it tight and a little more of Leona's gorgeous, muscled body disappeared.

"Sunlight, Sol's essence, fire, whatever souls are made of; different words that all lead back to the same place."

Caitlyn fastened another buckle. "And that place would be?"

"The unknowable knowledge of gods."

Caitlyn peered out from behind Leona's back and pouted. "That's not fun."

"Well," Leona chuckled. "Let's say it's made of sunfire, shall we? Is that fun enough?"

Caitlyn giggled. "Plenty. Armour made of sunfire will sound a lot better in songs than the unknowable knowledge of gods."

"I've made the lives of singers easier, and I've made a pretty girl laugh. Quite the achievement, I'd dare say."

"Oh please, that's nothing. Even now, I can still feel you inside me. After what Illoai put me through, that's an achievement."

Leona burst out laughing as Caitlyn fastened the final buckle.

"Well... that's it. You're all sorted."

Leona turned around and cupped Caitlyn's cheek. The callouses were smooth like skipping stones, and her plam was the size of an antipasto plate. The kiss she planted on her forehead burned with all the tender warmth of a hearth on a winter's night. "Thank you." Her breath brushed Caitlyn's skin.

Caitlyn stood on her toes and kissed her as hard as she could. She tasted of summer grass, wildflowers and adventure. "I wish you could stay... I wish you could all stay."

"We're not far." Leona caressed her cheek. "Besides, you're in luck. We've still got a minute before Ahri knocks on those doors again."

"A minute. A second. There's little difference."

Leona smirked. "I plan to get the most out of my minute. So, stop you're pouting."

Before Caitlyn could say a word, Leona shoved her onto the couch. Out of pure reflex, Caitlyn spread her legs. Leona dropped to her knees, slipped two fingers inside her pussy and fucked her with a flurry of thrusts. It made a terrific, wet and frantic sound. Like someone plungering a bowl full of jelly.

"Fuck!" Caitlyn moaned. "Is- Is this even allowed?"

"Oh, not at all."

"But... fuck!~ ... But you'll be- be..."

"Punished? Yes, I imagine I'll get a stern talking-to. First offences rarely come with any sort of real consequences."

Caitlyn giggled, and that giggle quickly melted into more moans. She could feel something warm dribbling from her pussy. Squirt and cum, she imagined. Diana's cum. Leona licked whatever it was off of her and then stuck her tongue in her ass.