Caitlyn's Futa Obsession

Nami

Caitlyn bowed her head. "I hope you had a good time, Mistress. Wolf."

Lamb stood before the grand double doors of the rec room, Wolf hovering at her side. Black cum matted her fur in patches all over her body, like blotches of ink or the spots of a Dalmatian. She cocked her head.

"A truth?" Lamb asked. "Mmmm. Not quite, but close."

Caitlyn's breath caught in her throat. "You did enjoy yourself?"

"Mmmm?" Lamb cocked her head to the other side.

"Foolish mortal, she was referring to your statement," Wolf said.

"Oh." Caitlyn relaxed. "Sorry for my ignorance, Wolf."

Wolf groaned. "You actually mean that."

Lamb nodded. "A truth."

"Whatever it is that has torn your mind to ribbons, however beautiful it may be, do get it fixed before you die. Only one of us can take you. Don't make us argue. It's tiresome."

"I enjoy debate," Lamb said.

"Your love of mortal folly disturbs me, Lamb."

"A truth," Lamb said, sounding pleased.

They exited the rec room, leaving Caitlyn to stand at attention for her next partner. She allowed herself a twinge of pride at having satisfied two gods at the same time. Not many whores could boast of that.

However, she only let the pride last for so long. Pride had gotten the better of her with Wolf, up in the air. Ordering Wolf around. Letting her desire dictate her partner's actions. Not putting in any work. That wasn't what whores did. Whores serve and please, they're not selfish.

That voice tried to whisper something in her mind again, but she shut it out. It was the animal part of her brain talking. The part that didn't understand responsibility, or anything civilised like that. It only wanted pleasure, everyone else be damned.

The double doors opened and a woman with green skin walked in. A mermaid, but with human legs instead of a tail. Scales, green like emeralds, covered her from shoulder to wrist and thigh to ankle. Frills like the fins of fish formed a v-shape from shoulder to belly button, exposing her human torso – green and smooth, with a pair of sizeable breasts. It looked like she'd been stuffed into a fish, and a cut a slit down the front so she could still show off.

"Evelynn really didn't hold back, huh?" The fish woman asked.

"No, mistress."

"Please, no 'yes, mistress,' this, or, 'no, ma'am,' that. Just call me Nami."

"Y- Okay, Nami."

As Nami looked her up and down, she thumbed a long necklace. It draped over her breasts; a chain decorated by three blue gems of decreasing size. They pulsed gently, like a heartbeat. At a closer look, Caitlyn noticed a thin veil of light the same colour as the gems shimmering over Nami's scales. The light was more prominent around the gills down the sides of her neck.

"You're quite pretty, aren't you?" Nami began to circle Caitlyn.

"Yes, I've been told so before, M- Nami."

Nami traced her fingers over the curve of Caitlyn's ass, underneath the dress Lamb and Wolf had picked out for her. They were rough. Each scale felt like the tip of a fingernail. She lifted Caitlyn's dress, lifted her cheeks, dropped them, admired the jiggle, and did the same with her breasts. "Humans... you're all so squishy. Oh! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be rude. It's just- well, here, feel me and you'll see." Nami puffed out her chest.