Caitlyn's Futa Obsession

Qiyana

Caitlyn wriggled into her officer's dress. Its internal corset hugged her ribs, the frills tickled her thighs, and the hardy cloth scratched her skin. How odd, after so long with clothes. It was restraining but in a good way. Measured restraint, rather than a forced denial. The dress left her shoulders bare, providing some familiar comfort.

After adjusting her thigh belts, Caitlyn laced her boots and put on her tall hat. "Well?" she asked while turning to face Senna and Lucian. "How do I look?"

Senna lifted her head from Lucian's cock and scanned Caitlyn with her glowing, green eyes. She shrugged. "Not my type," she said and went back to sucking Lucian's cock.

Lucian sat up, visibly fighting a moan. "I think you look..." He shuddered. "G- Great." With a sigh, he melted into the pillows.

Senna's dismissal stung, but only for a moment. That was the old her creeping back in; the stupid her, stupidly punishing herself. So what if Senna doesn't like it? I like it, so that's all that matters.

"You two had best hurry up. Ahri'll come for us soon."

Without lifting his head, Lucian waved her off. "G- Go. We'll come back later."

"Won't the portal disappear?"

"N- ... fuck~ N- No, there's a ring set up here. We can use it to travel to the one upstairs. Ahri won't mind a- as long as you return in time."

Caitlyn giggled. "Alright then. Enjoy yourselves. Can't wait to see you again once I'm done."

Lucian smiled. "M- Me neither."

Senna gave her a lazy wave, and with that, Caitlyn left. She retraced their steps through the lonely, brutal stone corridors of the Sentinels of Light's headquarters, passing no one except for granite statues, and nothing except for countless arched doorways. The portal ring greeted her in the map room with a pulse of blue light and a low hum.

Gingerly, Caitlyn stepped inside the ring. "Um? Return to Ahri's Mansion. Please?"

A glob of blue light bled from a hole in the ring, falling upwards. It halted at Caitlyn's eye level and blinked into an eye. "Voice not registered," it said. "State your name."

"It's me, Caitlyn."

"I can not find a 'Caitlyn' in my database."

"You should. Ahri invited me to her place to fuck all her... friends? I think that's what they are."

"Ah. You must be initiate number fifty-three, then. My apologies, Caitlyn. I have registered your voice in my database and mapped your mind to my interface. Please envision the location you would like to visit."

"Okay..." Caitlyn shut her eyes and pictured the basement in all its dreary glory.

The bubble formed and the map room popped, replaced by swirling colours.

***

Caitlyn climbed the basement stairs two at a time. She'd fucked over two dozen women so far, yet this one put a spring in her step. Ideas, plans and fantasies swam in her head. Pegging would be fun if the girl was submissive. Or even if she was dominant. Hell, that would be twice as fun! After acting like a sex slave for so long, a spot of topping sounded like exactly wha she needed. Although, a good pounding always had its appeals, especially now that it would happen on her terms, not just her partner's.

The moment she stepped foot into the rec room, the double doors flew open. A short, tanned woman with the widest hips Caitlyn had ever seen, strutted inside as if she owned the world. A golden tiara set with giant, diamond-shaped, purple gems sat perched above the bangs of her silver curls. Checking her nails, she spared Caitlyn but a glance.