Caitlyn's Futa Obsession

The Demacian Orgy: Shyvana & Morgana

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Shyvana dropped out of the sky. Like a stone, she landed on the tiled roof, yellow eyes piercing against the pitch-back drop of a cloudless night sky. Shards of clay skittered down the roof and rattled on the balcony.

"Shit," she hissed in her deep, rasped voice. "Ahri'll chew my ear off for that."

Caitlyn fought to keep her eyes open. A witty remark or flirty joke was a touch beyond her at that moment. Even a smile seemed monumental; she managed one anyway.

"There's still some life left in you, huh? Good. You had me worried for a moment." Shyvana raised from her crouched position. Silver moonlight painted a voluptuous silhouette. She stepped off the roof and the floor shivered when she landed.

Pale discolouration marked her body where crimson armour had once clung to her breasts and groin. Otherwise, Shyvana's scales were a deep shade of blue from head to toe. Only her horns refused to conform with their hazel hue. And her cock; so pale it threatened to be white.

It stood at attention.

"You... You like a mess, do you?" Caitlyn managed.

Thrill glinted in Shyvana's eyes. "It's liberating."

"It's sticky."

"That's how a proper fuck should leave you. Sticky. Exhausted. Sore for a couple of days at least." Shyvana chucked and flashed her dagger-like teeth. "Otherwise, what's the fucking point?"

Caitlyn shifted into a proper upright position, back flat against the railing, head held high. "No mercy then?"

"Not on your life. Come on, let's get you up. She hates to be kept waiting."

Shyvana stepped over Fiora's limp body, planted her feet purposefully in the growing cum puddle, and scooped Caitlyn up. She didn't grunt, nor groan. In one smooth motion, she lifted Caitlyn as if she were made of air.

Her scales gave off a feral heat. To be near her was to be near an open furnace door, let alone pressed against her chest. It rode the delicate line between discomfort and pain, worming deep into Caitlyn's flesh to lick her bones.

Shyvana huffed. "Ain't as soft as you look. Good for you."

The ground fell. Wind roared in Caitlyn's ears and stroked her with firm, icy fingers. Her stomach flipped as for a moment Caitlyn felt weightless. It flipped again when the marble below the balcony raced to meet them.

Shyvana's feet hit the marble first. She crouched into the impact and her arms acted like an acrobatics safety net. All Caitlyn felt was a slight jolt when she ought to have splattered like a dropped plum.

They'd landed before the deep end of the pool. It shimmered under the moonlight like hammered sterling silver.

"Didn't that hurt?" she asked.

Shyvana rolled her shoulder. "A little."

"Don't worry," a snarky voice said. "She's a massive pain whore, just like you darling."

Across the pool, lounged back on her palms, toes dipped into the shallows, Morgana flashed Caitlyn a sly smile. Purple light pulsed in her eyes, veiling any emotion. Sprouting from her upper back, black feathered wings spread out, each as tall as Caitlyn.

"Show off." Shyvana set Caitlyn down; her legs wobbled, but she forced them to comply.

"I'm stretching, idiot. Railing ungrateful dragon sluts takes it out of a girl." She waved Caitlyn over. "Come, darling. Let's see what we're working with."