Caitlyn's Futa Obsession

The Demacian Orgy: Kayle

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An hour. Caitlyn sat in the patchy moonlight shadow of the grand oak's canopy for an hour, and Kayle never came to get her. The moon was lingering above the mansion's peaked roof when Morgana blew her load. Now, it was gone and the dulcet tones of twilight were piercing the pitch veil of night.

Is this what makes her infamous? Her cruelty? Is forcing the exhausted girl to walk all the way across the garden after fucking more than four dozen cocks par for the course with her?

No. Then why would Riven sing her praises? She doesn't seem like the masochistic type. Nor Gwen.

Caitlyn drew a deep breath of the frigid air. The shivers overwhelmed her locked joints, tender muscles, and heavy eyelids for a few blissful seconds. Perhaps it's just as simple as that she's good at sex. The best, even.

"Y- You're not... I'm... Majesty..." Morgana murmured. Her face twitched, screwed up, and then melted back into the innocent beauty of sleep. Deep, laboured breaths heaved her heavy chest, flaking off the crusted backsplash from her breasts.

The best of the gods? The same gods who claim to have seen it all. To be above us, mere mortals. Caitlyn felt her groin. Centimetres separated her pussy and ass. Ravaged, they fluttered closed and bled raw heat at the lightest touch. What makes someone the best of the best; good enough to humble the unbound pride of gods?

Another deep breath. Another distraction. This one long enough to get her back on her feet. Seeds pricked her soles, but she didn't so much as flinch.

Over the top of the colour hedges and marble water fountains, a mountain loomed. Sloped, covered in scales, and giving off heat waves, Shyvana's silhouette heaved as snores rattled the gravel path.

The grass cushioned her feet. For one step. Next, they cushioned her knees, and then her ass.

Caitlyn hammered her thighs. "Get a move on. We've only got one left. Suck. It. Up."

Smiles looked odd on a dragon's face. Their faces weren't made for it. Yet, it still looked just as peaceful as Morgana's. And Sona's. And Lux's, Fiora's, Quinn's, and Vayne's. Bodies littered the lawn. Naked and slick with sweat and gods knows what else. Pools of cum were soaking into the dirt.

Caitlyn couldn't help but chuckle, despite her raw throat. "Bunch of sluts the lot of you..." How easy it would be to join them.

But no. The door was right there. A few more steps and she could take a crack at this mystery. Caitlyn could never abide an unsolved mystery. It's what made her a good police officer. Would have...

One last deep breath. The accumulated body heat dampened the chill. Her eyes welled as she stood, leaning on Shyvana's spiked knee. Step by step, wince by wince, she approached the marble.

I can't give up. After this will be the worst moment of my life. The shame of seeing the disappointment in their eyes – the men and women who worked so hard to train me – when I tell them what they did. The humiliation of the internal investigation, and de-badging ceremony to follow.

The marble hurt her bones.

What will Mother think?

The golden lamp light stung.

What will Father think?

The pounding of her heart drummed her temples.

What will Vi think?