Caitlyn's Futa Obsession

The Demacian Orgy: Sona & Fiora

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A red light blinked on the camcorder. Blink. Blink. Blink.

"Are you... recording?" Caitlyn asked.

Fiora pulled the camcorder back. "Is that a problem?"

Is it? As the paralysis of disbelief faded, curiosity crept in to replace it. Once, during the academy, when her body was halfway between soft and toned, she'd considered porn. Not for money. No, that she never struggled with. Instead, to be seen; to show off; to feel proud of her hard work.

However, she never got past setting up the camera. The record button illuded her. Shame and Guilt forbade it.

"It'll stay with me," Fiora said. "I won't upload it. These tapes are for my records."

"Records?"

Lux groaned. "She..." With a sigh, Lux flopped onto her back and yawned. "She thinks she's a connoisseur of sex."

"I am a connoisseur," Fiora said. "The world has much to offer. Why not experience as much as you can?"

"Don't gotta record to experience stuff."

"Ah, madamé Crownguard, that's your shame talking."

Lux deadpanned. "Do I look like I have any shame?"

"Well-"

"You can record. It's fine," Caitlyn said. Heat burned her cheeks.

Fiora perked up. "Magnifique!"

The camcorder's lens tightened like a pupil in sunlight. With a surgeon's precision, Fiora scanned Caitlyn up and down. Awe sparkled in her eyes.

Sona, as smooth as flowing water, slipped away, spooned Lux from the side, and caressed her soft belly. Love welled in her eyes as she locked and unlocked their lips. Lux surrendered to the embrace of her arms and lips. She melted.

"So fit," Fiora muttered. "Is it that simple? Mere physicality? No..."

"Is what so simple?" Caitlyn asked.

Fiora stood up and took a few steps back for a wide shot. "Your secret."

"If I have a secret, I'm afraid I don't know what it is."

"How many cocks have you taken so far, Caitlyn?"

"I've honestly lost count."

Lux giggled. "It's 46 if you don't count double-ups."

"46 then," Caitlyn said.

"And yet you are making these quips and speaking as if today is just another Sunday." The lens honed in on Caitlyn's face. "How? You have no magic of technological enhancements. A normal person should have passed out hours ago."

Caitlyn shrugged. "Dunno. Guess I just really want it."

"A secret even to yourself..." Fiora furrowed her brow. "How frustrating."

Caitlyn sat up and drew a deep breath of the crisp night air and the pungent smell of a thoroughly pounded pussy. "All kinds of things come out during sex. Maybe we'll find the answer when I'm double stuffed up to my belly button."

Sona lifted her head. A thread of spit connected her and Lux's bottom lips. Her cock flexed between Lux's thighs, heaved, and grew to full size. The pink tip peeked out from behind her foreskin.