Caitlyn's Futa Obsession

The Demacian Orgy: Quinn & Sona & Lux

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Quinn's balls were a perfect fit for Caitlyn's mouth. Big enough to flatten her tongue, but not so big as to knick her teeth. Caitlyn suckled on them, squeezed the inside of her cheeks against their sides, and bit down with gummed teeth ever so gently, just enough to make Quinn gasp. And laugh. She liked to laugh.

"Caitlyn you're such a slut!" Quinn exclaimed. She lolled her head back against the couch between Kayle's knees, and mussed Sona and Lux's hair.

A sheen of sweat glistened across Lux's soft, petite body. Sona's giant breasts squished beneath her chest against the carpet, ballooning out under her arm pits. Under the golden lamp light, their porcelain pale skin took on a warm glow.

They attended Quinn's tip. Laid prone on the bellies, propped on their elbows, they locked lips around Quinn's cut tip. The pink, sleek flesh was visible only through fickle gaps between their hungry lips and swirling tongues.

Gods it must have felt good; not that Caitlyn knew what it felt like to have two gorgeous women make out with her cock between their lips, but the sight alone spoke of a unique sort of heaven. You wouldn't know it by watching Quinn.

Not once did she moan. Not even a whimper. No, Quinn laughed and egged them on.

Fiora's accented moans dominated in Quinn's absence. She called out Shyvana and Morgana's names, begging to cum, for cum. They granted her neither request as the two enormous women took turns railing her ass, each turn shorter than the last. The usual elegance of Fiora's accent was robbed by her shrill, hoarse plees.

Quinn slapped the back of Caitlyn's head. Her ears rang and a pulse of dull pain bore into the back of her skull. Sweet pain, how I've missed your tender embrace. Just as Caitlyn was about to beg for cock, Quinn pressed Sona and Lux's head together, as if to make two dolls kiss.

"Aww, do my sluts love each other?"

Quinn's cock muffled Lux's giggles. Sona closed her baby-blue eyes, grasped Lux's face, and got lost in her mouth. A sigh escaped Quinn's mouth, ragged, as if daring to bubble over into a moan. She grinned lazily and shut her eyes.

"How about you, Caitlyn?" Quinn asked. "Are all my sluts in love, or just these two?"

Caitlyn lifted head, and Quinn's balls popped out of her mouth. Strands of crystal-clear spit clung to them. "I love you all, Ma'am. How could I not? You're so much fun." She squeezed Quinn's balls.

Quinn gasped. Her lips trembled. She swallowed, sat up, and stared into Caitlyn's eyes with a wild gaze. Thrill danced a tango with Awe; warm on cool; swirling.

Caitlyn raised an eyebrow and cupped Quinn's balls proper.

Quinn nodded.

Caitlyn squeezed. A breathless moan trembled out of Quinn as she clenched her fists and curled her toes.

A silent laugh broke Sona's exploration of Lux's mouth. Well, not wholly silent. Her breath brushed past her lips, like a sensual whisper. It shook her squished breasts.

Caitlyn hooked her free hand around the back of Sona's left breast. Smooth. Soft. Perfect. And far to big to grab. Even when she spread her fingers until the webbing complained, Caitlyn came nowhere near close. It was like trying to grab a beachball with one hand. Only a giant could ever hope to hold her breasts.

Sona's lips curled into a half-smile and she arched her light-blue eyebrow.

Caitlyn shrugged. "Can you blame me?"