Caitlyn’s F*ta Obsession

  “Ugh, so lame…”

Every colour possible swirled around Caitlyn. Usually, when she travelled to and fro through the bubble portal she felt invigorated, nervous, excited; eager for the next girl or satisfied after a good fuck. But after Cassiopeia, she felt… bleugh. Bleugh; was not exactly an elegant way of putting it, but bleugh was the most apt way of putting it.

She should have been exciting. The hairs on the back of my neck should have stood on their ends. My heart should have been racing. I should have been a mess of fear and excitement. Instead, I just felt bad for her. Gods, she was pathetic.

One thing was for sure: when she finally got to take part in the orgy she would never let Cassiopeia have a turn with her.

The colours froze, the bubble popped, and the basement appeared in an instant. Caitlyn hurried up the stairs. Whoever was next had to be better than the snake bitch. She plopped onto the couch and waited. And waited. And waited. And waited.

  “What the hell?” Caitlyn said, tapping her foot.

This wasn’t like Ahri at all. Caitlyn got up – slipped a buttplug in for good measure – and yanked open the double doors. “Ahri, I’m ba-” No one. There was no one in the hall. “Ahri?”

Hands on hips, Caitlyn marched into the lobby. The upstairs doors were closed. Moans, groans, cries, and every other sound that came with sex still seeped through them. Caitlyn grinned. Maybe her mistress had learned a lesson and decided to let loose. Who was she to stop her? Waiting a little longer than normal wouldn’t hurt her.

Caitlyn turned back towards the rec room. The upstairs doors flew open. Ahri stormed through the doorway, dragging some sort of goblin-creature by the… handcuffs?

  “What did I tell you?!” Ahri shouted.

  “I’m sorry,” the girl whined. Calling her a goblin had been a touch hasty. She had the pointed ears of a goblin, but she was as tall as an adult where goblins were the size of children, and she had grey skin where a goblin’s was green. A set of giant handcuffs locked her wrists above her head like the shackles of a dungeon. “I didn’t mean it!”

Ahri sighed. Her puffed tails shrunk and relaxed, and her ears drooped. “I know, dear. But you must be more careful.”

The girl bowed her head, silver hair falling over her huge, greyed-out eyes. “I know.”

  “What if you hurt someone?”

  “I know…”

  “Remember what happened- oh. Caitlyn? Oh! My apologies for the wait, dear! I- We-”

Caitlyn waved her hand. “It’s fine. It’s fine. Who’s this?”

  “This is Briar. Say hello, Briar.”

  “Hello…”

  “What’d she do?”

Briar shuffled her feet. “Lost control.”

Ahri nodded. “See these handcuffs, dear?”

  “Kinda hard to miss them.”

  “These limit Briar’s urges. Without them, she’s a creature of pure vice. Anything she desires, she takes. All of it. No matter the risk to others or herself.”

  “Cool.”

Briar perked up and flashed a toothy grin.

  “It is not cool,” Ahri snapped. She prodded a ruby embedded in the cuffs. “Do not break this gem, and do not let her take them off. This is the only weapon I permit within these walls for a good reason. Are we clear?”

Caitlyn bowed her head. To hide her smirk. “Yes, Ma’am.”

Ahri narrowed her eyes. “You can not hide your intentions from me. I am deadly serious, Caitlyn. If you let her take them off there will be consequences.”

  “Y- Yes, Ma’am.”

  “Better. Briar, it’s your turn. Go.”

Briar lost her grin. “Yes, Mistress!”

The smile of a happy mother graced Ahri’s face. “Enjoy yourselves dears.” She snapped on her heels and barged through the upstairs doors. “Katarina! Katarina!”

The doors eased shut.

Caitlyn and Briar stared at each other.

  “Are you a goblin?”

  “... No?”

  “What are you then?”

  “I’m Briar.”

  “Oh. Wanna fuck?”

  “Yes!” Briar hurried down the stairs, hands locked above her head. In place of underwear, she wore strips of cloth wound around her breasts and groin. They conformed to the shape of sizeable breasts and slim hips, like a second skin. “Can I kiss you? No, wait! Let me touch you! Wait… damn cuffs. Uh, press your body up against mine. Oh oh, or I could lie down and you could sit on my hands. Or you could touch me! Yeah, do that! No, wait-”

Caitlyn laughed. “How about we go through the portal first?”

Briar’s huge, solid grey eyes blinked. “The portal? Oh, you mean Orb. Nah, screw that. I haven’t got anywhere fun to go. Let’s just fuck on the couch. Oh, or the bed! Or the gardens!”

  “Surely you have somewhere memorable you’ve been.”

Briar pursed her lips. “Just my cell. I hate that place. Oh… unless you have somewhere you’d like to go? Sorry, I forgot to think of that.”

  “Me?”

  “Yeah! I mean, you can use the portal too, you know.”

  “Huh.” Somewhere memorable?

Briar squealed and stomped her feet. “Ah! You’re so so so cute! I wanna gobble you up!” Briar’s voice dropped several octaves, rumbling like thunder. The ruby flashed and she winced. “Sorry…”

Caitlyn’s heart was pounding. The hairs on the back of her neck stood on their ends. She felt like a rabbit corned by a wolf. “Briar…”

  “Uh… yeah?”

  “Fuck the shit out of me.”

Briar smirked. “I can do that. Here?”

  “No.” Caitlyn cupped her cheek and stared into her misty, grey eyes. “I’ve got just the place in mind.”

***

The bubble popped and Caitlyn’s childhood bedroom appeared in an instant. Posters of cute boys from boy bands, pin-up girls, and a dozen different cartoon mascots covered the pristine white walls. White carpet. White bedsheets. White cabinets. White drawers. A white desk. The posters were the only source that she’d ever been allowed.

  “Whoa, those girls are hot. Cool!” said Briar, staring wide-eyed at the posters. When her eyes widened they nearly took up the top half of her face, which was quite the spectacle to behold.

Caitlyn giggled. “I used to tell myself that I just liked their fashion and makeup. Anyway, my parents are away on their summer vacation. And it’s a Sunday, so the staff will all be with their families. We have the mansion to ourselves. Name a room and we can fuck in it undisturbed.”

  “This one.”

  “Oh. Well, this is my childhood bedroom. It’d feel kind of weird to… fuck here.”

  “That’s awesome! You got to sleep here, like, every day?”

  “It was quite dull actually.”

  “What? No way. I can’t imagine sleeping somewhere so bright and vibrant. It’s paradise!”

Gods, her energy was infectious. Caitlyn chuckled. “If you say so.”

Briar grinned, flashing a set of pointed teeth and fangs. “Well, can we do it here? Can we?”

  “I suppose there would be a certain taboo risque that comes with fucking in a place meant to be so pure. So… sure. Why not?”

  “Yes!” Briar pumped her cuffed fists. She pressed her face against Caitlyn’s tits and let out a muffled cry. “So squishy!” Quick as a flash, she was nuzzling Caitlyn’s abs. “So firm!” she squealed.

Caitlyn devolved into wild laughter as Briar scampered around her, nuzzling her thighs, motorboating her ass, and peppering her back with kisses. Tears streamed down Caitlyn’s cheeks, her chest ached, and her belly cramped. Bent over double, she swatted Briar away.

  “S- Stop! I can’t fucking breathe!” Caitlyn wailed between bouts of laughter.

Briar smirked. “Sorry.”

  “I love the enthusiasm, but let’s start a little slower. Okay?”

  “Slow’s good too, as long as I get to explore every inch of you.” A dull gleam pulsed in the gem of Briar’s handcuffs.

Caitlyn elected to ignore it. She cupped Briar’s face with both hands. Her cheeks were as squishy as a pair of tits. “Come here~” 

Briar lunged into a kiss. Their bodies crashed together. Tits against tits. Abs against abs. Mouth against mouth. Bulge against pussy. Briar’s bulge throbbed and grew, warping the bandages, but not breaking.

While sucking on her tongue, Caitlyn seized Briar’s hips, twisted them to face the bed, and collapsed in a heap, kissing her hot mouth and groping her squishy thighs. The white sheets conformed to Briar’s body and outlined her curvy figure, grey against white.

Briar whimpered. “You’re strong~”

  “You like that?” Caitlyn slapped her thigh. It rippled, jiggling.

  “Uh huh~” Briar kissed her.

Caitlyn pinned her head against the bed with a deep kiss. She massaged Briar’s cock through her bandages. It found a home in her palm, the perfect size. Her hand could envelop the cock with a sliver of tip to spare. Bigger than Cassiopeia, not by much, but also by leaps and bounds. 

She rubbed the tip with her thumb, melting Briar’s face. “You want me to suck your cock?”

Briar moaned and nodded.

 

  “Yeah? You want to fucking milk you with my pretty, little mouth?”

  “Please…”

  “Oh, good girl.” Caitlyn nipped her lip. “So polite. What shall I do after? Shall I pin you down and bounce on your cock?”

Briar nodded frantically.

Caitlyn giggled. “I look forward to it, but first…” She searched for the end of Briar’s bandage wrap. To no end. The bandages went on and on, looping around on themselves, perfectly smooth as if they were a proper garment rather than a long string of cloth. “Gods… what the hell?”

Briar giggled. Her eyes gleamed. She flexed her arms. Click. The handcuffs cracked open ajar and a pulsing, red light flared in Briar’s eyes. Her silver hair stood on the ends as if she were underwater. With a single hand, she tore off her chest wrap as if it were tissue paper, followed swiftly by her crotch wrap. Click. The cuffs closed, her eyes dulled to grey, and her hair abruptly fell.

Briar winked. “Don’t tell Ahri.”

Caitlyn smirked. “I’ll count that as an exception.” She gave Briar’s tits a squeeze. Shivers ran up her spine. Nothing could compare to the feeling of a squishy pair of tits between your fingers. Nothing.

She spent an eternity squeezing Briar’s tits and sucking on her nipples. An eternity, and also no time at all. The call came too soon. A call from deep within her groin. The primal urge to fuck and conquer. To make a cute girl whimper and moan. To control.

  “I’m gonna suck your cock, Briar. Be a good girl and don’t cum, yes?”

Briar’s drooped eyes perked open. “Y- Yes, Caitlyn. I will- I mean, I won’t! I mean… I’m confused.”

  “That’s okay, sweetheart. Don’t think. Enjoy yourself. I’ll stop when you’re close.”

  “Okay~” Briar smirked and looked at her cock over the top of her tits.

Caitlyn kept their eyes locked and she scooted down the bed. She lay at a vertical intersection with Briar’s crotch, resting on one elbow. With her free hand, she fondled Briar’s smooth, grey balls. Each squeeze big and small earned her a gasp and moan. For a while, she played with Briar’s balls as she inched ever closer to her grey, uncut tip.

Cocks were so beautiful. The skin was thicker and smooth, with a spongey texture, like rubber. Little bumps covered the bottom of the shaft; the sight alone made Caitlyn’s ass quiver. And they were so warm. Towels fresh from the dryer. A hot bath on a cold evening. A lover’s embrace. Cocks made Caitlyn so fucking happy.

Grinning ear to ear, she gummed her lips, and slipped Briar’s cock inside her mouth. It tasted of ass and pussy and… perfume; fruit perfume. I supposed that’s what happens when you spend so much time naked. Smells cling to unusual places. What do I taste like? …

Briar stole fistfuls of the pure, white sheets. “Mmm, so good!” 

A firm squeeze of her balls combined with pressure from Caitlyn’s mouth made Briar moan like a whore. Caitlyn revelled in it, made her do it again and revelled some more. She played with her food for a bit before getting tucked in. A steady, slow pace would do. The bobbing of her head synched with the squeeze and release of her free hand. And together, they synched with the moans and whimpers of Briar.

Real moans – not the stuff you see in porn – don’t accompany every motion. True moans build. As pleasure racked Briar, she tensed. Her throat clenched, trapping her moans. Pleasure built and built, and she tensed tighter and tighter. Until it became unbearable. All at once, she let go and, with a whimper, moaned long and loud like a good slut should. And Briar was a good slut. Nothing beats a loud moaner.

Knocks pounded the bedroom doors. Caitlyn and Briar froze.

“Hello?! Hello?! Mistress Caitlyn is that you?!” yelled a man’s voice.

Francois. She knew that voice better than some of her aunts and uncles. He’d been a guard for her parents since before she was born. Caitlyn pulled up and replaced her mouth with her free hand.

  “No need to yell, Francois. Yes, it’s me. What is it?” 

Caitlyn’s hand proved to be as good as her mouth, as it forced Briar to chew on her lip to stop a moan.

  “A- Apologies, my lady. It’s just… we weren’t expecting you back so soon. Or at all, for the foreseeable future. Is something amiss?”

Caitlyn added a twist to her strokes, which Briar loved. “No no, I insist I must be the one to apologise, Francios.” Briar was kicking her feet. “I was feeling nostalgic, you see. So, I dropped in when Master and Lady Kiramman would be away, so as not to disturb any business. I trust I’m not barred from childhood home?”

  “Of course not, my lady! Do you… have a friend over?”

Caitlyn winced. “A work colleague from the force.” Sorry, Francois. “I would appreciate it if we weren’t disturbed. Could you be a dear, and clear the second floor of guards?”

  “Yes, Mistress Caitlyn. At once.” The bow bled through his proper, prim voice. His no doubt finely polished boots clicked and clacked away down the hall.

Briar burst out laughing. “What was that? You sounded like a baroness!”

  “Shut it, or I’ll shove my fist so far up your ass it’ll make Illaoi’s cock seem like a chode.” 

  “Oh no. Please don’t. I’d hate that.”

Caitlyn lunged and pinned Briar’s shoulders against the sheets. “Say one more word and I’ll pound your cock until it’s black and blue.”

Briar touched her chin and hummed. “Hmmm… One more word.”

Caitlyn slipped off the bed and got onto her feet.

Briar tensed. “Caitlyn?”

The carpet was squishy. It cushioned her feet as she crossed the room and opened the draw of her bedside table. Are they still here?

Briar’s wide, grey eyes darted back and forth. “What are you doing?”

Ah, excellent. A dozen black hair ties occupied the drawer. Caitlyn triple-tied her long blue hair into a ponytail. “Make yourself comfortable, Briar.”

  “O- Okay!” Briar scuttled backwards until her cuffs touched the head of the white bedframe. The sheets bunched beneath her ass, wrinkling. They glowed in contrast to the dull grey of Briar’s skin.

In one smooth motion, Caitlyn knelt on the bed, swung her leg over Briar’s stomach, and mounted her. A crevice rutted Briar’s smooth, flat belly. Caitlyn ran her finger down the crevice from the bottom of her ribcage to the top of her belly button. Shrivers washed over Briar.

  “Tense for me,” Caitlyn said.

Briar nodded and clenched her stomach. Abs rose on either side of the crevice, pushing six hills through the grey skin. Caitlyn ran her fingertips over the rises and falls, over the hills and into the valleys. Firm. Smooth. Soft.

  “Such a pretty girl,” Caitlyn whispered as she planted her hand against the pillows beside Briar’s head. She kissed one breast. “So pretty.” Then the other. “So cute.”

Briar squirmed. Caitlyn smirked.

  “Oh? You like compliments?”

Briar bit her lip and nodded.

Caitlyn leaned over Briar. Her pussy pressed against Briar’s smooth belly. Their hot, wet breath mingled. Briar’s throbbing tip pressed against her asshole.

  “Of all the girls I’ve fucked so far.” Caitlyn kissed her pulsing neck. Briar shivered. “And I’ve fucked a lot.” She kissed her flushed cheek. Briar squirmed against her cuffs. “You’re the most adorable by far.” She locked their lips. Their tongues glanced. A moan vibrated through Caitlyn’s mouth and down her throat.

Revelling in her power, Caitlyn fought the sabotage of a grin as she reached back with her free hand. As easy as breathing, she slipped Briar’s cock inside her ass. It whispered throbs against her walls. She clenched. The throbs shouted, worming up her spine as delightful pulses of pleasure. Briar’s cock trembled, and the tremble washed over the rest of her body.

Caitlyn smothered Briar’s gasp with a kiss. The kiss shoved her head down into the pillows. Soft as clouds, they enveloped their heads. Hot breath from Briar’s nose blasted Caitlyn’s face in rapid pulses.

Gods, she’s acting like she’s about to cum already. I haven’t even started moving yet. Best to slow down for now.

Caitlyn broke their kiss. “Does that feel good, cutie?”

  “M- mhmm~”

  “Aww, look at you. You can’t even talk. That’s okay. You just relax and enjoy yourself, okay?”

Briar gave a weak nod. She pouted with wide, desperate eyes.

  “Do you want me to start, cutie?”

Briar nodded and moaned.

  “Okay, but I’m afraid I promised to, uh, fuck your cock black and blue. I take promises quite seriously, you see. You aren’t going to cum are you?”

Briar shook her head.

  “Are you sure?” Caitlyn massaged her fat, dark grey nipple between her thumb and finger. “Don’t lie to appear strong. It’s okay. I can wait until you grow accustomed to me.”

Briar swallowed and clenched. “I- I won’t cum, mommy…”

Caitlyn’s heart fluttered. “Say that again.”

  “M- Mommy?”

  “Yes, that.” She pinched Briar’s nipple. “Again!”

  “Mommy!” gasped Briar.

Caitlyn burst out laughing. “Gods, no matter how many times I hear it, it never gets old!” She planted both hands beside either side of Briar’s head, taking handfuls of her silver locks spread across the pillows. “Ready?”

Briar clutched the sheets and nodded. Caitlyn tasted the cum, cock, and ass on Briar’s tongue as she lifted her hips. The throbbing cock pulled out of her, sending shivers up her spine and-

It slipped out.

  “Oh. Sorry.” You’re not dealing with a monster, you amateur. Caitlyn pecked Briar with a departing kiss and sat up. With a gentle touch, she guided the normal cock back inside her. Her ass yawned and swallowed her whole, tip to the base of her shaft. Briar’s silky groin and soft balls pressed against Caitlyn’s ass cheeks.

Caitlyn arched her back and bounced, using her thighs and the balls of her feet to ride Briar’s normal cock. And to be fair, for a normal cock, it felt pretty bloody good. Caitlyn’s breathing became husky and drawn out, teetering on the edge of a moan. Her chest didn’t swell and her insides didn’t churn. Instead, they were calm. Blissfully so, as if they were floating in a hot spring.

An easy smile spread across Caitlyn’s face as she settled into a gentle, plodding rhythm.

Her cheeks clapped. Briar groaned. The bed squeaked. Pictures of idol boys and pinup girls shook. Caitlyn’s and Briar’s breasts bounced as one. Mother and Father would be mortified if she knew how the perfect room for their perfect daughter was being defiled. Good thing Francois knew how to keep a secret.

Briar’s lips trembled. “M- M- M…”

  “Say it,” Caitlyn grunted.

  “Mo- Mo- Mo…”

  “Say it!” Caitlyn slapped Briar’s tits. They jiggled side to side.

  “M- More!” Click. “I want more!”

White light flashed in Briar’s eyes. Her hair floated like it was underwater. She snarled, bearing fangs. Then, she blinked, grunted and swallowed. Click. Her eyes returned to grey, her hair fell, and her teeth dulled.

Caitlyn froze but forced a chuckle. “Control yourself, silly. We wouldn’t want to upset Ahri, would we?”

Briar’s cheeks flushed a dark grey. “Sorry. I… I lost it. But it won’t happen again! Promise!”

  “Do your cuffs not have a key?”

  “Not anymore.”

  “Ah.”

  “Yeah.” Briar bit her lip. “Can we keep going? Slow, I mean. It felt really good…”

Caitlyn giggled. “Of course.” She pecked Briar’s lips and gave her tits a squeeze. “Now, where were we? Ah yes, I remember. Something like this.” Caitlyn bounced her hips as if in slow motion, savouring every rise and every fall. She added a subtle swivel to her hips, grinding her insides against Briar’s tip.

Briar’s tongue lolled. “Fuck~”

Pleasure trembled through Caitlyn. Gentle, timid pleasure. There could be more. Her pussy screamed for pressure, for penetration. Caitlyn pinched Briar’s nipples to distract herself. She could watch the little slut squirm and moan for hours.

It wasn’t all play, however. The nips of pain kept Briar’s open. Deep inside those murky pools of grey, Caitlyn spotted the occasional white spark. Whenever a spark flared, she slowed to an absolute crawl, stroked Briar’s cheek, and whispered against her lips.

  “Shhhh. Mommy’s here.”

  “You’re Mommy’s pretty girl.”

  “Your lips are so soft. I love kissing them. 

  “I love all of you. Every inch.”

Compliments worked best. They brought a smile to Briar’s lips. Smiles and laughter were the bane of whatever power lay dormant within her.

Pleasure complicated things.

Briar’s cock twitched and throbbed. Caitlyn’s ass clenched and her pussy quivered. They tiptoed around the edge, caught in a steadfast breeze. The closer they got, the stronger the sparks flared. Caitlyn whispered every compliment under the sun. She cradled Briar’s face, massaged her hips, and peppered her with kisses. And yet, the sparks burst like fireworks.

They were dazzling. Brilliant. Art in light form. Yet, they had so much room to grow. How beautiful would they be if she just… let go?

Caitlyn sighed and slumped. Her pussy dribbled, fluttering. Briar’s cock heaved as it slipped free. Hot cum splattered the arc of Caitlyn’s back. It flowed down the rut of her spine. Beads of it dribbled down the sides of her waist. Together, they sighed.

  “So good~” Caitlyn murmured.

  “So…” Briar twitched. Her cuffed hands clenched. “So…” The gem shone. “So…”

Caitlyn nuzzled Briar’s shoulder. “Just give in, Briar. It’s inevitable at this point.”

Click.

Briar suddenly sat up, tossing Caitlyn to the side. Her back hit the sheets and she bounced. With a grunt, Briar tossed her cuffs aside. White flames engulfed her eyes. Her hair paid gravity no mind. She flashed a jagged grin at Caitlyn. “So pathetic!” Her voice boomed like a war drum.

Caitlyn smirked and opened her legs. “Well, don’t just sit there. Fuck me, whore.”

Briar snarled. She leapt on top of Caitlyn, crushed her throat in a vice-grip, and dug her nails in. “I am not whore! You are! I am Briar! You are mine! You are whore!”

The sudden lack of oxygen made Caitlyn’s head spin. She nodded, grinning ear to ear.

Briar licked Caitlyn’s face. Her tongue was sandpaper against her lips, nose and brow. Nails dug into her waist. A monster rammed her clit. When did that happen? Caitlyn strained to get a peek, but her tits blocked her view.

  “Please, fuck me,” Caitlyn wheezed.

Briar laughed. “See! Whore!” She smiled, nodded, and slammed her cock inside Caitlyn’s pussy.

It bored and bored and bored. And stretched and stretched and stretched. It easily matched Illaoi’s, but at this size, all monsters felt more or less the same. A curve to the right set this monster apart, however. Oh, and what a wonderful curve it was. It had Caitlyn’s pussy squirting and spasming before it even filled her. When her balls did slam her asshole, Caitlyn came again.

More from the total and utter domination than anything else. She was nothing with Briar’s monster inside her. Small. Insignificant.

Briar eyed her like the piece of meat she was as she ploughed Caitlyn’s pussy. The bed slammed against the wall, groaning and creaking. Idol boys and pinup girls fell off the walls. Pillows were knocked aside and the sheets – stained with sweat, cum, and squirt – bunched up under Caitlyn’s ass.

She didn’t moan or whimper. She didn’t scream or shout. She stared at the blank, white ceiling with a blank, glassy stare, and a blank, toothy grin. Off in the distance, she was vaguely aware of her tits bouncing and the ripples spreading through her ass and hips. Of a tremendous weight crashing into her, and manic laughter beside her ear. None of it mattered. Only the pleasure mattered. Wild, electric pleasure that tossed her about like a hurricane.

Pleasure was her master. She came at its beck and call. Never questioning or thinking. Simply doing, like a good slave.

Alas, good things don’t last forever. The world returned and she found herself on her knees in her… parent’s bedroom. Briar’s fat, grey cock hung above her head. She was stroking it like a mad woman. It bulged, the hole yawned, and a heap of cum showered onto her face. Hot, sticky, yummy cum drenched her from head to toe, staining her parent’s perfectly steamed carpet.

They fucked in three different rooms before Briar passed out, and by then Caitlyn felt as if she’d been dunked in a vat of glue. Enough cum to feed five people. She ate until she felt like bursting, and then some.