Caitlyn's Futa Obsession

Zyra

Glazed from chest to belly and naked, Caitlyn walked beside Ahri through the jungle. Ahri's fox ears twitched at every chirp and whistle from the multi-coloured birds. She licked her plump lips.

"Don't tell me you eat birds," Caitlyn said.

"Alright, I won't."

Caitlyn gagged.

Ahri rolled her golden eyes. "Oh please, you lost your gag reflex a while ago."

"The point still stands."

"You eat chickens." Ahri leapt on top of a fallen tree.

Caitlyn scrambled after her. Her hands and feet slipped on the tree's thick, wet moss. "Not the same."

Ahri offered her a hand. "They're both birds."

"I eat dead chickens." Caitlyn accepted the help. "And they're cooked too."

Ahri gagged.

"If I can't gag, you definitely can't."

"Are you calling me a whore?"

"You're the queen of the whores."

Ahri giggled and leapt off the tree. She landed on the carpet of fallen leaves, on the balls of her feet without so much as a hint of sound. Her nine tails flicked and swished. "Not a queen. No, more like a manager."

Caitlyn held onto a branch and eased herself onto the leaves. "Same difference."

Hands on hips, Ahri faced Caitlyn. "My, you've certainly grown bold since the last time I saw you. And what's this I hear of you pegging Qiyana?"

"Eh. I don't know why it's such a big deal. She was clearly desperate for it."

Ahri smirked. "Well, let's see how you fare against Zrya, shall we?"

"Is she a brat too?"

"Far from it. Zyra does not bottom. Not even for Illaoi."

"I'll top her."

"Will you?" Ahri crossed her arms. "Care to make a wager?"

"I will. What are the terms?"

"Your next region is Noxus. If Zyra cums while being topped, I will revoke the one orgasm rule for all of your Noxus partners. If she cums while topping, however, you will be limited to anal sex for all seven of your Noxus partners."

Caitlyn winced. "Seven? Why the hell are we jumping from four to seven?"

"The original members of our club hail from Noxus, Ionia, and Demacia. I only branched out recruitment to other regions recently. Surely seven isn't a problem for you. Aren't you going to fuck all of us anyway?"

"I am. Fine. Deal. It won't matter anyway because I'll win."

"So confident." Ahri pressed her chest against Caitlyn's and grabbed her waist. "I like that."

Caitlyn brushed her fingers across Ahri's whisker tattoos. "Yeah? Do something about it."

Ahri slammed her against the fallen tree, kissed her, and stole handful of her ass. Caitlyn grinned against the kiss. She tasted like blood. Her hands wandered beneath Ahri's red, silk skirt, cupped her balls and squeezed her tip.

Ahri gasped and pulled away. "You little slut. How dare you tempt me."

"You started it."

"Y- Yes, but that does not mean... you shouldn't..." Ahri cleared her throat. "We mustn't keep Zyra waiting. Come."