Caitlyn's Futa Obsession

Kindred

Caitlyn walked back along the street. Cold mud. Cold air.

Caitlyn walked back through the manor. Dusty floorboards. Dusty air.

The bubble made of light grew around her. Swirling colours. A collage of everything and anything. The bubble popped.

Caitlyn stood in the basement. Naked. Mud and dust outside. Cum inside. Cum outside, hidden beneath the filth.

Evelynn taped the side of Caitlyn's head. She was saying something to her. Caitlyn said yes and thank you when appropriate. That satisfied her mistress, who turned to leave.

At the top of the basement stairs, the door flew open. Ahri marched down them, seized Evelynn by the ear, and dragged her away. Their lips moved. They must have been saying something. It didn't concern her. She waited for someone to come tell her what to do.

Ahri took a while to return. How long, Caitlyn didn't know because it didn't concern her. She met Ahri's eyes when her mistress lifted her chin. Ahri looked concerned.

"I'm fine," Caitlyn made herself say.

Ahri's lips moved.

"Yes, I can continue."

Ahri cocked her head and moved her lips again. Had that not been the right answer? Perhaps she could listen then. Very well.

"Sorry, can you repeat that, Mistress?"

"Caitlyn. Did you. Hit your. Head?"

"I don't think so, Mistress. I don't remember."

Ahri pursed her lips as she felt Caitlyn's head. Her elegant, long fingers combed through hair mud-slick hair. They traced every inch of her scalp. When she stopped, her lips were still pursed.

"What's your name?"

"Caitlyn."

"What's my name?"

"Ahri."

"Where are you?"

"Your mansion."

"Which is where?"

"Piltover."

"What day is it?"

"Saturday... I think. We did start on Friday evening, didn't we, Mistress?"

"We did. Caitlyn... do you feel okay?"

"Of course, Mistress. Why shouldn't I?"

"Evelynn can be a lot. With your love for pain, I thought you could handle her. I should have known she'd do something like this." Ahri sighed and ran her hand over her face. "How many fucked you?"

"I'm sorry, Mistress. I didn't count."

"Did you want it? Be honest with me, Caitlyn."

"Always, Mistress. I wanted it. Evelynn wanted it, so I wanted it."

A voice said something in the back of her mind.

"Did you want it, Caitlyn? Regardless of Evelynn."

"Yes, Mistress."

"They didn't use protection, I assume. No of course they didn't. Condoms out in the sticks of Demacia? What am I thinking? Come, Caitlyn. I'll..."

The rest of the words didn't matter. Caitlyn followed her Mistress up the stone stairs, across the carpeted rec room, and into the kitchen. Ahri fetched a spherical flask from a high-up cabinet. After filling it with water, she mixed various ingredients into it, boiled it on the stove, and then touched it with glowing fingers. Blue bolts exploded through the liquid. They swirled as if being mixed, and dissolved. The liquid turned white. Not white like milk; white like light.