Caitlyn's Futa Obsession

Riven

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As her heart raged in her ears, Caitlyn stomped up the grey concrete basement steps. Each stomp shot a jolt through her shin; wonderful, powerful jolts. She wanted to get her hands on something, tear it to shreds, burn the shreds to ash, and grind the ash to paste.

Ahri was waiting at the top of the stairs with an expectant scowl. Her trails stopped swishing at the sight of her, and her ears perked. "What's ever the matter, my dear?"

"It's nothing." Caitlyn stormed past her, threw herself onto the couch, and sighed.

Ahri glided over and peered down at her. "And where is Samira?"

"Swain's room," Caitlyn muttered, staring at the ceiling.

"Jericho Swain?" Ahri giggled, covering her mouth. "That was certainly risky."

"It's not funny!"

Ahri steeled her laughter. "I see. I'll let the others know not to fuck you in other people's bedrooms. I apologise for Samira's behaviour."

"That's not the problem! Well... it is, but there's a- she tried to cum a second time, Ahri! As if she thought she owned me, and not in a pretend, sexy way either. Like, she had no regard for anyone other than herself!"

"And did she?"

"Of course not! I'd never let that happen!"

Ahri's eyes widened.

Caitlyn winced. "I- I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be disrespectful."

"N- no, dear. You're fine, it's just... your soul."

"What about my soul?"

Ahri clicked her tongue. "How to explain it? It's as if it screamed. No, no screamed; shouted. Ah, that doesn't capture it either! A warcry, maybe? Yes, but many of them, hundred even. For a moment your soul was like a field of frenzied reavers screaming their heads off at the enemy."

Caitlyn touched her chest. "My soul did that?"

"Your soul is in your head, dear."

"Oh... Is it bad if my soul does that?"

Ahri smiled gently. "All it means is that whatever you just felt, you felt it with the conviction of an army. Such passion is rare in mortal souls. Why, only one man comes to mind... ah, but I say too much. Best to leave pillow talk between the sheets. Besides, we're straying off-topic." Ahri scowled. "Samira will be dealt with."

"Will she be kicked out, like Kalista was?"

"No, but this is her last chance. Hopefully, this serves as a wake-up call. I'd hate to kick her out. We have such few members as it is."

Caitlyn scoffed. "There are fifty of you."

"A drop in the ocean."

"A drop you can barely manage on your own. How do you plan to take on an ocean?"

Ahri stiffened and clasped her hands behind her back. "You're not off the hook either, dear."

"But I-"

"Yes, you obeyed me once, yet three times you defied me. Once with Nami; twice with Briar. Three acts of obedience are required at minimum." Ahri strolled to the doors, light on her feet, hips swaying. She opened them, and looked over her shoulder. "Clean up, dear. Your next partner is somewhat... martial."