Caitlyn's Futa Obsession

Sejuani & Ashe & Lissandra - Part 2

Caitlyn clapped her hands. All three pairs of eyes snapped onto her. She let the silence linger for a few moments.

"Right. You've made quite a mess of the bed. Let's move somewhere else."

Lissandra lost her grin. "We'll fuck you where we please, whore."

"We'll fuck where we all please or we won't fuck at all."

Lissandra huffed and folded her arms.

Sejuani arched an eyebrow. "Where do you have in mind?"

"Somewhere soft, Warmother. And elevated. I imagine you'll want to fuck me all at once, yes?"

"Correct."

Ashe shakily met Caitlyn's eye. "Have... Have you got access to the basement yet?"

"There's a basement?"

Ashe nodded, then collapsed onto her puddle of cum.

"It's quite fun," Lissandra said.

"We'll fuck on the couch," Sejuani said. She nodded at the couch Elise had fucked Caitlyn on. "That one."

"Yes, Warmother," Caitlyn and Lissandra said at the same time.

Ashe groaned and gave a ghost of a nod.

A grin split Lissandra's face. "Come on, you. Up at it." She grabbed Ashe by the ankle and dragged her off the bed.

Ashe hit the carpet with a heavy thud. Her head bounced, but if she'd felt it, it hadn't hurt enough for a yelp, not even a grunt. She left a streak of cum behind her, like a creampied snail.

Caitlyn remembered Ahri's scowl. "Will Mistress Ahri mind the mess we're making?"

"Nope." Lissandra tossed Ashe onto the couch.

"But-"

"Graves and Twisted Fate will clean it up." Sejuani slid off the bed and loomed higher than life.

"Who?"

Sejuani gave her a gentle smile. "Mercenaries. Ahri hires them as maids."

Lissandra cackled. "Made them dress up once! Suited Fate better than it did Graves~"

"Graves liked it," Ashe murmured. "He just couldn't admit it is all."

"No, he didn't, stupid. He just liked the right old fucking we gave him."

"He gave us."

"Whatever. Same thing."

Before Caitlyn could so much as process any of that, Sejuani threw her over her shoulder and melted her mind. You'd think it'd be like carrying a sack of flour over her shoulder. Caitlyn was light and all but, not that light. And yet, Sejuani walked as if she weren't carrying her at all.

Caitlyn giggled stupidly. She couldn't help it. Something about a woman strong enough to break her in two reduced to a stupid, giggling girl. It earned her a firm slap on the ass.

"Lissandra, lay down," Sejuani commanded. "Ashe, stand behind the armrest. Caitlyn, brace yourself."

"W- Why, Warmother?"

Lissandra giggled. "I'm quite cold, if you recall."

Sejuani set her down on Lissandra's belly. It's muscle pressed cold against her pussy. The cold shot through her, up her spine into her belly. It wasn't like Kalista. It wasn't a stab, an assault. It was a mirror held to warmth; utterly the opposite, but also the same. The cold settled inside her, clutching her in a firm, icy embrace.