Caitlyn's Futa Obsession

The Demacian Orgy: Morgana

Apologies for the delay. Expect delays for Kayle too. It's turned out longer than usual, so Kayle's chapter may be two or so weeks late

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The pool's crystal-clear surface slapped Caitlyn's chest and belly. Her tits stung as she sunk. Weightless, her exhausted body got a much-needed break submerged in the icy embrace. Calm spread through her, soothing her throbbing muscles and stiff joints.

Nothing good ever lasts forever. Her lungs demanded air. Caitlyn ignored them as long as she could before she broke the surface.

Caitlyn gasped. "You didn't have to throw me you know."

Morgana shrugged. Refracting off beads of sweat, the moonlight twinkled across her pale, curvy body. She pruned her black wings for stubborn patches of dried cum. Shyvana's mountainous silhouette loomed behind her.

Orange flames flickered from Shyvana's snout as fog-horn snores shook the earth and rattled the windows. Her leathery wings wrapped around her like a cocoon. She was like a scaled boulder; oblivious to the world and unmoveable by mortal hands.

Caitlyn climbed the pool's stairs and lay on its rim. The moon smiled at her. Without the support of the water, her body weighed as much as Shyvana's. However, nowhere was heavier than her bloated belly. She held it and groaned.

"Shouldn't you be used to a belly full of cum by now?" Morgana asked.

"Doesn't matter how much you train, you'll always be tired after a marathon."

"Right. I'll pretend to understand your mortal metaphors, and you pretend to be full of energy." Morgana folded her wings. "Come now, let's not dilly dally." She snapped on her heels and walked into the garden.

Morgana's ass was the moon. Full, round, and pale. Her balls cast her thigh gap in shadows.

Caitlyn closed her eyes. Exhaustion is just a sensation. Pain is just a sensation. They aren't real, but you are. With a belly groan, Caitlyn dragged herself to her feet and skulked after Morgana down the garden trail.

They passed hedges shaped like gods, a dragon water fountain spitting foam, and rows upon rows of pink flowers. Above them all, the grand oak loomed. And it grew larger with every step.

Morgana approached its base where Caitlyn had worshipped Kai'sa and danced with Irelia. Cum matted the petal-covered ground. Yet, Morgana paid it no mind and planted her ass on the crust. "Kneel."

"Yes..." Caitlyn swallowed a groan. "... ma' am." She knelt.

Morgana inspected her black nails. "Do you think you can all the way?"

"Yes."

"But, do you deserve to?"

"I... what?"

"To conquer my sister is to make a statement. 'I am the greatest of you all.' Is that you? Are you the greatest slut of all?"

"I try to be."

Morgana flicked her wrist. A black chain coiled around Caitlyn's neck. She clenched her fist and it squeezed. "It would be quite rude to make such a statement and then flake on us."

Caitlyn resisted the urge to slip her fingers between the chain and her throat. "I won't, ma'am. How could one visit satisfy me? How could it satisfy anyone?"