Caitlyn's Futa Obsession

Karma

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Akali licked the last glob of cum from Caitlyn's cheek, kissed her forehead, and guided her onto her back. "Rest up, okay? You'll need your strength for the rounds to come."

The grass poked Caitlyn's bare back, gentle and damp. While the sun – harsh and dry – soothed her breasts and belly. Yet, she couldn't relax. "I have to accompany you to the door. To not would be rude."

"Don't be ridiculous. Do I look like I care about manners?"

"I care. And so does Ahri."

"We're whores, Caitlyn. I just throat fucked you until you were a slobbery, teary-eyed mess, and glazed your face with a fat load. When were manners ever on the table?"

"But-"

"I'm asking you to rest." Akali knelt and caressed Caitlyn's hand. "Please, it'll make me happy."

Caitlyn chewed her lip. "Well... fine. If that's what you want, I'll rest, even if it'll only be a few seconds until my next partner is ready for me."

"Thank you." Akali kissed her hand. "I'd hate to see you struggling for the sake of politeness. You look so cute when you're calm."

Caitlyn's cheeks burned. She grinned. "Kiss me before you go."

Akali laughed, cupped her cheeks, and kissed her into the grass. The firm, damp earth pressed against the back of her head. Birds sang, the air smelled of sweat and cum, and the wind's long fingers caressed every inch of bare skin.

Her lips smacked when Akali's departed. The light skin of Akali's bare chest glowed beneath the sun's glare. Shadows draped the valley of her breasts. As she turned to leave, she flashed Caitlyn a grin. "That offer to be my clan's sex pet for a few days – it wasn't just pillow talk. When you're done here, the offer still stands."

"I- I'll keep that in mind, Ma'am."

Akali burst into laughter and strolled towards the house. Her ass swayed with a hypnotic grace unbecoming of a warrior. Three words were tattooed above her round cheeks in bold, black ink.

PROPERTY OF AHRI

As butterflies fluttered in Caitlyn's stomach, Akali lifted her hand, and vanished beyond the glass doors.

"Lucky..."

A few agonising moments wracked with insatiable lust passed before a curvy silhouette approached the glass doors. Caitlyn's hand froze between her legs as a woman with hips far wider than her shoulders, dark brown skin, and heavy eyeliner graced the outside world with her beauty. Thick, dark blue robes draped over her hips and hugged her large bust. She smiled at the sun. Birds landed on her shoulder, and nipped at her short, black hair.

"Caitlyn?" she asked, scanning the garden.

Caitlyn tore her hand away from her pussy. "Over here, Ma'am!"

The woman's eyes lit up. She hurried across the marble tiles and lush grass, robes swirling around her ankles. The birds took flight and hurried back to their treetop perches. "Are you well?" she asked in a voice strong with tenor, yet delicate like a mother's. "You look exhausted. Come, I'll take you inside and prepare you something warm to drink. Do you like tea? I know many wonderful brews. Or do you prefer the coffee of the mainland? Oh, how silly of me. Of course you prefer coffee. You're the spitting image of a Piltover girl. High cheekbones and full lips, just like Camille."

Before Caitlyn could even think of refusing, the woman was shepherding her back to the house. Her firm hold on Caitlyn's shoulder and lower back left no room for argument. In a state of bewilderment, Caitlyn allowed herself to be seated on the couch, wrapped in a fluffy blanket, and handed a steaming cup of coffee. The burnt, bitter smell transported her back to the inner city where hundreds of cafes vied for your attention with flashy signs and their unique fragrances.