Caitlyn's Futa Obsession

Xayah and Rakan

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Looking over her shoulder, Caitlyn was watching her back in the bathroom mirror as she wiped off the last dribbles of cum with a towel. Not the most exciting way to clean such a mess. But what choice was there? She tossed the soaked towel into the corner and re-entered the bedroom.

Karma was still asleep, flat on her back. The last golden rays before dusk filtered through the open, glass sliding door. They painted Karma's rich, dark skin in gilded tones, and shadows draped over her curves. Wind licked Caitlyn's sweaty skin with a chill-tipped tongue, whistling through the banister's ornate, wooden balusters. It rusted Karma's crop of black hair.

Caitlyn slunk onto the bed, sat against the headboard, and admired Karma's delicious body; her huge breasts, fat cock, and the elegance of her peaceful sleeping face. She stretched her tired legs. The tendons in her thighs tensed and wrung out the soreness. For a brief, blissful moment her legs were jelly rather than wood.

Three knocks wrapped the doors downstairs, yet Karma didn't so much as twitch.

I should probably wake her. Ahri will think we've started round two... but she's so peaceful... like a baby lamb. To think someone so gentle and beautiful inspired so much change in the world. The faces in history books are often plain and fierce. Her's would be more at home in a fairy tale.

Footsteps pounded up the stairs. Caitlyn braced herself for fury, but met ecstasy instead. Calm and Passion swam in Ahri's eyes and softened her subtle smile. Her tails danced without a particular rhythm in mind. And her ears were drooped ever so lightly. "Couldn't bring yourself to disturb her, dear? I can't say I blame you."

"Yeah... she's beautiful."

"You all are." Ahri snapped her fingers, and a blue veil enveloped Karma. It lifted her and guided her into Ahri's arms.

Caitlyn swung her legs off the bed. "She's okay, right?"

"Everything's fine, dear. She isn't the first to lose their battles with stamina today. The second day will do that to you."

Caitlyn chuckled. "Let me guess. Seraphine, Gwen, and Neeko."

"More than that. And not Gwen. Almost every mortal-bodied member is tucked away safe and sound under the covers in various states of filth. The evenings of day two and three belong to gods, the magically inclined, and resolves of steel." Ahri smirked. "Which are you, I wonder?"

"That's a... joke right?"

Ahri giggled. "Yes, dear. I think I'd know by now if you were a god or magic user."

"Right... sorry, I guess exhaustion is catching up to me too."

"So, the wonder girl isn't infallible after all? So much for powering through to the end."

Caitlyn shot to her feet. "I'm still gonna make it! Even if I'm half-conscious and aching head to toe. I'm getting that wish out of you."

A glint of ecstasy Caitlyn didn't recognise flashed in Ahri's eyes. Close to Thrill, but not quite. "Ah yes, our deal. Do you know what you'll ask for?"

"No idea."

Ahri burst into laughter. Her ears shook. Tails whipped into a frenzy. "Better give it some thought. When your mind isn't soup and pudding, that is."

"I'll figure it out when I get there. Now, if you'd follow me, your next partners are-"

"Daaaarliiiing," sang a man's voice.