Caitlyn's Futa Obsession

Zeri

Ahri struck the handcuffs with a glowing finger. The chain shattered and she snatched them up. "Again, awfully sorry, dear. She's usually better than this. I told her, 'Renata if you don't take a break, you'll pass out. But, of course, she'd hear nothing of it. She just had to have one more round with Kayle."

The help - who Caitlyn had come to learn were called Graves and Twisted Fate - carried Renata out by her arms and legs. Her cock hung limp between her legs, and one of her breasts had popped out of her leather dress, but Graves and Twisted Fate didn't stare. They carried her as if they were dockhands carrying a crate as if it were all perfectly ordinary - boring even.

Caitlyn sat up, rubbing her wrists. "It's fine, really." Her whole body hurt. The places where she'd been whipped hurt extra. Pain on top of pain. Yet, the discomfort was nothing compared to the unsettling thoughts that plagued her. Am I wrong to like this? Am I changing for the worse? Should I stop before I lose myself? Is there even anything to lose? Is there anything to keep?

"I shouldn't have invited her at the same time as the others," Ahri said, absentmindedly. Her tails swished about her, exploring the air as Ahri appeared to get lost in thought.

"Who?" Caitlyn asked, half out of curiosity, half for a distraction.

"Kayle, dear."

"She's something special then? Seems everyone's dying to fuck her."

Ahri's tails stopped swishing. She smiled. "It's nothing to concern yourself with, dear. Come, rest up before your next partner." She offered Caitlyn her hand.

"I'm allowed to stop, aren't I?"

Ahri's tails drooped. "You've hit your limit?"

"No... I'm just asking."

One tail began to move again, wagging. "Well then, yes. Just say the word."

"And that word is?"

"I'd like to stop?"

"That's four words."

Ahri giggled. Her nine tails wagged. "Very clever. You know what I mean."

Caitlyn gummed her lips. "Before you leave again, you'll answer one last question."

"How very unlike you to be so demanding. Go on then, you've piqued my curiosity."

"Why do you surround yourself with sex?"

Ahri cocked her head and her left ear bent. "Why do we breathe? Why do we drink? Why do we eat? I just do, dear. For if I didn't, I would see no point in it all."

"In what?"

"Ah, but that is a second question, dear."

"You'll answer it."

Ahri shrugged. "In life dear. Sex is what I love. One must live what they love, for to live a loveless life is to die."

"And you always loved it? Sex, I mean."

"I'm beginning to think you can't count, dear. Are you dyslexic?"

Caitlyn folded her arms.

Ahri did the same, and then scowled, scrunching her nose. It seemed cartoonish, until Caitlyn realised she'd been doing the same, and - in that new light - Ahri's expression went from cartoonish to mockery. Still, Caitlyn did not concede and, eventually, Ahri sighed. She dodged Caitlyn's eye.

"I have loved it since the day I discovered what it meant to love. I found it in his arms. In his smile. In his soul. And I lost it."

Caitlyn unfolded her arms. "Who is he?"