Caitlyn's Futa Obsession

The Demacian Orgy: Fiora

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Thump. Sona dropped onto the couch beside Lux.

Caitlyn wrenched Fiora's hungry lips away. They smacked. "Rest up, okay?" she called.

Sona gave a thumbs up over the back of the couch.

Fiora knocked Caitlyn's hand away, pinned her by the shoulders, and swallowed her tongue. Nimble hands danced up and down her body. They grabbed her hips, pinched her tits, and slapped her thighs.

It was nice to experience a body similar to her own; petite, toned, and subtly curved. Not that you'd ever hear Caitlyn complain about a huge pair of tits or a fat ass or a soft belly. But the familiarity proved a well-needed comfort for her weary body.

There was nothing to learn; as if she knew it like her backyard.

Caitlyn ran her fingers down the groove of Fiora's chiselled back, lingering on that spot.

A smirk interrupted Fiora's sloppy smothering. "Cheeky, mon cheri. That tickled."

"Oh no." Caitlyn touched it again.

"You must like my back to spend so much time there. Are muscles your poison?"

"I'm not sure I have a poison. But your back is great. I can feel every hour of blood, sweat, and tears in every ripple and knot."

Fiora sat up and straddled Caitlyn. Her cock and balls flopped onto her belly, radiated by lust's heat. "You must a poison. Everyone does." A little bit of leftover cum dribbled from her foreskin.

Caitlyn wiped it up and sucked the tip of her finger clean. "I'm a fan of everything and everyone so far. Well, almost everything."

"And as a connoisseur of the flesh, I relate. Yet... there must be a reason you came here, no? Or a reason to stay?"

Caitlyn's cheeks burned. "I guess... Vi is my poison. That's not the right thing to call her though. She's not bad for me. Quite the opposite really."

Fiora smirked. "Your ambrosia then."

"Yes! Much better!" Caitlyn pulled Fiora into a kiss.

They rolled over and ended up with tangled legs and curious hands settled on hips. Fiora's cock throbbed against Caitlyn's pussy. And it throbbed right on the back.

"What's your ambrosia?" Caitlyn asked during an eventual lull in their frantic exchange of spit.

Fiora propped up on her elbow. "I came for the pursuit of excellence. To conqueror the discipline of pleasure. But I stayed for the love of film." Love danced in Fiora's eyes and her tone softened. "I'd never seen a film before coming to Piltover."

"Really? Never?"

"They don't have them in Demacia. A shame. At first, I used it for its practical function; to get an outside view of my performance. Mistakes jump out at you that way. Yet soon, I found myself trying new angles, lenses, lighting, and locations. And before I knew what was happening I fell in love." Fiora rolled onto her back and gazed at her camera."

Caitlyn sat up. For the first time tonight, she took in the state they'd left the bed in. Tangled, stained sheets. Tossed about pillows. Matted carpet. At some point, someone had even slashed through the duva with their nails. "You know..." Caitlyn checked under her nails. Clean. "We could do with a change of location."