Caitlyn’s F*ta Obsession

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.”

 

Caitlyn stepped out of Shyvana’s warmth into the frigid air. Each step beckoned a dull pulse deep in her groin. When her soles met the marble, the jolt was like a punch to the gut, no matter how light she trod. I’m getting so bloody spoiled tonight.

 

Slick and shrivelled, Morgana’s cock was as pale as the rest of her. It twitched as Caitlyn stood beside her. She grasped Caitlyn’s hand, yanked her onto her lap, and squeezed her breasts from behind.

 

  “Oh yes.” Morgana slapped Caitlyn’s abs. “Quite nice.” She spread Caitlyn’s vulva and traced a circle around the rim. “Ahri… where do you find them? Isn’t she wonderful, Shyvana? Made for cock, I’d say.”

 

Caitlyn bit her lip. Morgana made her feel like a cut of meat at a butcher’s. Something to be used and discarded after.

 

She nuzzled her back against Morgana’s massive tits. Soft and warm like heated pillows. Gods, she could just melt.

 

  “Why must Demacia go last? We hardly ever get to fuck the newbies. And when one does make it to us, they’re hardly worth a damn,” Shyvana said.

 

Morgana licked Caitlyn's cheek. “There’s more of us. It’s only fair. Besides, you must learn to enjoy the delicacy of a weather mortal body. It’s when they’re at their very limit that they truly shine.” 

 

Caitlyn tried to kiss Morgana’s plump, painted lips but fumbled and kissed her chin. Gods, it’s like I’m drunk. If Shyvana’s scales were polished stones, Morgana’s skin was hind-end silk. The kind noble ladies with more money than charm coveted.

 

  “There’s no fun in fucking a dead fish. Sex should be war. You know, fucking fun.”

 

Caitlyn locked eyes with Shyvana across the pool. “I can be fun.”

 

  “In the state you’re in, a breeze would knock you out.”

 

  “Nope.”

 

  “Nope?”

  

  “Nope. Rail me with everything you’ve got. It’ll be you bent over double, eyes rolled back, blowing ropes while I hop onto the next cock, right as rain.”

 

Shyvana laughed. “You’re fucking crazy! Finally! Ahri found someone worth a damn!”

 

Morgana watched the exchange with an elated grin. “Oh, this’ll be fun. With the sorry state she’s in, the last thing I expected was for things to get even the slightest bit wild.” She slipped a finger inside Caitlyn’s pussy. “How hard should we go, Shyvana?”

 

Caitlyn swivelled her hips around Morgana’s finger. It hurt like hell. But the pain made her alert, active, raring. Like a second wind in a marathon.

 

Shyvana began to round the pool. Her hips swayed with the lengthy strides of her long legs. “Didn’t you hear her? She wants everything we’ve got.”

 

  “Surely you don’t mean everything.”

 

  “Everything.” Shyvana tilted Caitlyn’s head back, slapped her, and shoved her cock down Caitlyn’s throat without a moment’s concern for the stars in her eyes.

 

As the stars faded, Mogana’s cock grew. It prodded the rim of her asshole. A slight adjustment was all it needed to slip inside.

 

  “Ooo, isn’t she warm?” Morgana asked.

 

Shyvana grunted. “L- Like, a dragon. Fuck.” She stole fistfuls of Caitlyn’s hair and facefucked her; every thrust like a punch. “Fuck!”

 

Caitlyn’s head rattled like a bobblehead caught in a hurricane, or at least her brain did – Shyvana's grip kept her still as a statue. Her vision swam and a dull, throbbing headache set in. Before the thought crossed her mind, her hands were on her clit; frantic and desperate.

 

Morgana’s hands slithered from her breasts to her waist. Her small, supple fingers dug in. And lifted her without a care. Faster than should be possible, she bounced Caitlyn on her cock.

 

Two bulges ravaged Caitlyn. One behind her belly. One in her throat. All the instincts that ought to have made her panic were dead; forgotten. If she’d been able to smile, her stretched lips would have been ear to ear.

 

Her mind was in tatters. Her body is on the verge of collapse. Houdned by the inhuman pace of the two monster cocks. Yet, Shyvana and Morgana made only the occasional moan. Exaserabated, shocked moans, but infrequent all the same. If her throat wasn’t clogged, Caitlyn would have been making an utter racket.

 

I’m so weak. A little mortal whore. Brittle clay in the hands of giants.

 

Caitlyn searched for Shyvana’s and Morgana’s balls. Her pleasure didn’t matter. An orgasm was inevitable. No, her Mistresses deserved as much pleasure as possible.

 

First, she found Shyvana’s. Soft and hot for the most part, not to mention huge. Leathery scales covered the sides of the sac; lukewarm and squishy. She gave them an insistent squeeze. Shyvana swore in a tongue that sounded more like a series of snarls than words, and doubled her speed.

 

Morgana’s were tricker to find, requiring an awkward, crab-claw position of her wrist to reach. They were bigger than Shyvana’s – Caitlyn’s hand couldn’t accommodate them – but cooler too. Too cool. They lacked the ferocious heat Caitlyn had become accustomed to. When she squeezed them, Morgana bit her shoulder. Hard.

 

The sharp stab was the final shove. Caitlyn toppled over the cliff and careened into the murky depths. The world faded into mist, sound and all. Euphoria remained. Coming and going in its towering waves.

 

After an eternity, it faded and the world returned piece by piece. Caitlyn expected to find herself in a new position.

 

Shyvana’s scaled groin rushed to meet her. She tasted of smoke, meat, and sweat. Morgana’s teeth sunk deeper into her muscles. The wet slaps of her throat and ass being sealed and unsealed filled the otherwise silent night air. The smell of cock warmed her nose.

 

Their moans were the same; elated, but not desperate. And their pace was the same brutal stampede. Have mercy, they’re not done. They’re not even close.

 

Caitlyn’s hands fell away from their balls. No. Her head weighed twice as much. Stop that. Quivers turned her muscles to jelly.

 

Shyvana sighed. “Look. A dead fish. What did I say?” she said without a moment’s break in her pace.

 

Morgana lifted her face from Caitlyn’s shoulder. “She’s only mortal.”

 

  “I’m mortal.” 

 

  “Shyvana…”

 

  “Just saying… Fuck~” She pulled Caitlyn’s hair.

 

Morgana giggled. “Not bad for a dead fish, hey?”

 

  “Sh- Shut up.”

 

  “Mmmm~ Such a tight, warm hole. E- Exquisite really. I wonder how her pussy feels?”

 

  “I’m not falling for that.”

 

  “Come now. If you let her breathe properly, she’ll probably get some strength back.”

 

  “Fine!” Shyvana whipped her cock out of Caitlyn’t throat like a ripcord, and slapped her with it. Heavy breaths heaved her shoulders and breasts. “Fine.”

 

Caitlyn gasped, spluttered, and gasped twice as hard. Pulses of dull pain gripped her throat from the inside out, deep into her chest. Time perfectly with the slap of her ass against Morgana’s plump thighs.

 

Casually, Morgana hooked her arms under Caitlyn’s knees and lifted them to her shoulders, folding her in half. “Say the world, darling. And we’ll settle down. Shyvana’s all bark and not bite, I’m afraid. She’ll fuck you like a princess if it means so much as a heartbeat inside you.”

 

  “Bullshit,” Shyvana huffed.

 

  “Ever since she laid eyes on you, it’s all she can talk about.”

 

  “Not true.”

 

  “You’re her type, you see.”

 

  “Lies.”

 

  “Petite. Athletic. Feminine. It’s a wonder she didn’t just barge in and take you first; the mortal-obsessed little dragon slut.”

 

  “Oh, would you shut the fuck up already?” Shyvana grasped Caitlyn’s waist, bent her knees, and rammed her cock inside Caitlyn’s pussy at a rather awkward angle. Only the tip made it in.

 

Morgana burst out laughing. “And what do you hope to accomplish like that?”

 

  “Well stand up then.”

  “I think we’re rather comfortable here. Aren’t we Caitlyn?”

 

Caitlyn swallowed a moan, but it refused to go down. It fought against any attempt to speak. “I… I… I…”

 

  “Don’t be such a bitch. Give me that.” Shyvana dug her fingers into Caitlyn’s waist. Their iron grip prodded deep into the muscle. She yanked Caitlyn out of Morgana’s grasp and off her cock.

 

Morgana’s cock popped out. Caitlyn gasped. Her ass spluttered. Of their own accord, her legs flung themselves around Shyvana's waist.

 

Shyvana smirked over the top of Caitlyn’s head as she slid her cock deep, ever so deep into Caitlyn’s ass.

 

  “Yes, yes. You’re so clever and strong,” Morgana said. “Such a child.”

 

  “And what does that make you?”

 

  “Hold her still.” Morgana’s arms slipped around Caitlyn’s waist. She caressed her abs. Her breasts squished her shoulder blades.

 

Morgana’s thick, throbbing cock forced its way inside Caitlyn’s ass.

 

  “Fuck!” Caitlyn screamed. She buried her face into Shyvana’s huge, leathery breasts as the monster cock threatened to rip her in two.

 

Shyvana slapped her ass. “What’s wrong? You said everything.”

 

  “Again, say the word darling and we’ll-”

 

  “Stop fucking talking and rail me!”

 

Silence.

 

Do I have to do everything? Caitlyn wrapped her arms around Shyvana’s neck, squared her shoulders, stuck out her ass, and pulled with all her might. The cocks drew out of her down to their tips. Morgana and Shyvana sighed moans, and whimpered when Caitlyn dropped down to their shafts.

 

Deep inside her gut, they throbbed as one. Frantic throbs like the pulses of bass at a rave. In contrast, Caitlyn took it nice and slow; it’s all her ravaged body would allow. Although, she didn’t skimp on power. Each slam of her hips flailed her tits, clapped her cheeks, and made her mistresses exclaim some rather creative curses.

 

  “Th- That’s more fucking like it.” Shyvana held on to Caitlyn’s ass for dear life.

 

Morgana buried her face in Caitlyn’s hair. “I told you,” she said, voice muffled.

 

With a clenched jaw, Caitlyn held her moans in. The tension injected energy into her blood. A rising pressure; its only escape through the colossal effort of lifting her body weight with two cocks the size of baguettes balls-deep inside her ass.

 

  “May… Maybe she’ll be a match for Kayle after all,” Shyvana slurred.

 

  “A- As if.”

 

  “Are you not feeling what I’m fucking feeling?” Shyvana slapped Caitlyn’s ass with both hands. “FUCK!”

 

Caitlyn’s head was whipped back.

 

Morgana had her hair wound around her hand.

 

First, the moans escaped. Long, desperate wails; shill and wavered. As they faded into whimpers one by one, words formed. “You’re… You’re so… Oh my fuck~”

 

Morgana pulled harder, locking eyes with Caitlyn. “Got something to say, you little welp?”

 

  “You’re both so fucking biiiiig!”

 

Shyvana laughed and kicked up into a gallop of a pace. The first slam of her cock stole what little strength remained. And the rest of her fury sapped her dry.

 

Meanwhile, Morgana stayed perfectly still. “That’s right. You’re just a tiny… mortal… whore who’s in over her head. She could fuck you for weeks – months. I could fuck you for a century without so much as a bead of sweat on my brow. Filthy insect. How dare you think to challenge us.”

 

  “I… uwahhh~ ... I’m sorry, G-Goddess. I- I’m yours to use. Nothing more!” The last word tumbled out of her mouth as Caitlyn’s tongue suddenly weighed a ton. Chills ran mischief up and down her body, deep in her gut, and all over her skin.

 

Shyvana let out a half-moan half-roar. “Fuck, you were right! This is kind of fun! Look, you can see her mind melting all over her face.”

 

Morgana let go of Caitlyn’s hair, and her face crashed into Shyvana’s bust. They swallowed her head. Bouncing, they rubbed against her face, and afforded her minuscule gaps to gasp for air. Morgana started up a slow pace, utterly off beat from Shyvana’s pounding.

  “You’re quite the beast. Aren’t you, dragon slut?”

 

  “You fucking know it!”

 

  “Not very Demaican of you. Or has the etiquette changed since I left? It had been quite some. Not that I paid it much mind.”

 

Shyvana’s pace turned savage; lopsided and powerful, but slower. It afforded Caitlyn blissful moments of respite, at the cost of thumping her raw, ravaged muscles and bones. Tears welled in her eyes and a smile tugged her lips.

 

  “How unusual. You have nothing to say.”

 

  “Shut it.”

 

  “The prince permitted you citizenship, yes? Handsome little thing. Or so I’ve been told. Would he let you fuck him like this?”

 

  “Just fuck her and shut up!”

 

  “No, no, of course. He would fuck you. No Deamcian man worth his salt would bottom for their mistress. No matter how progressive their tastes in whores are.”

 

  “SHUT THE FUCK UP!”

 

Heat pulsed through Shyvana’s body. And remained. Steam rose from her skin. Morgana yanked Caitlyn off her cock just as the air wrapped and a red glow illuminated her from the inside; growing, every growing.

 

Caitlyn could only stare and fight for air. Words were too much. Even the basic thoughts needed to stay functional grated her foggy mind.

 

Morgana gripped her throat from behind. “You wanted everything? Here it is.”

 

The glow reached its peak. Shyvana’s body morphed like wet clay. Taller. Taller. Taller! Wings sprouted from her back. Her arms turned into legs; her nails into claws, her face into a snout. The red glow snapped away with a hiss and a sizzle to reveal a dragon.

 

A giant… fucking… dragon. With a cock twice as long as Caitlyn was tall. It lifted its head to the moon and spewed a torrent of flames. Orange light banished the silver moonlight.

 

Morgana flicked her wrist. A dark violet chain erupted from it, snaked across the terrace, and vanished inside. Through the glass, Kayle watched the spectacle with a neutral gaze. The chain returned wrapped around a spherical flask of blue liquid.

  “Bottoms up. You’re gonna need it, little whore.” Morgana tilted her head back and poured the potion down her throat.

 

Caitlyn made no effort to resist. Not that she could mind you. But still, she didn’t exactly feel like being split in two.

 

As the tingles set in, Shyvana approached. Her footsteps jostled the ground. Tiles slid off the roof. The deck chairs hopped across the marble. Boom. Boom. Boom. Cracks of thunder.

 

  “LAWN. NOW.” Shyvana’s breath was a desert wind.

 

Caitlyn blinked.

 

  “Better listen. Dragons aren’t known for their patience. Well, not this kind.”

 

  “ALL FOURS. AND YOU. STAY.”

 

  “You got it.” Morgana sat on a deck chair and stroked her cock with slow, deliberate pumps.

 

***

 

Caitlyn planted her hands on the cold, wet grass. No matter what she did, thought, or believed, they trembled. Stupid, really. It wasn’t like she hadn’t been skewered before. Illaoi’s ethereal tentacles had passed through her, ass to mouth, but those were just… just ghosts or something. This was real. And at least twice as big.

 

Shyvana let of heat like a sauna as she loomed overhead. When she breathed, the tips of the grass blackened and embers twinkled like orange stars. Her cock hovered above Caitlyn’s naked back, unbearably hot.

 

She lay it on her; the bottom half that it. It weighed a ton. Caitlyn’s arms buckled and the dirt punched her forehead. Face down, ass up, she slumped under its impossible girth.

 

  “BWAHAHA! TOO BIG? HUH? TOO BIG FOR SMALL SLUT?”

 

  “Don’t crush her, dear,” Morgana called with a skip and a hop in her voice.

 

Shyvana let out a low snarl. It rumbled Caitlyn’s chest. “I KNOW!”

 

  “And don’t forget to make sure the potion worked. Ahri would be most upset if we broke her new toy.”

 

  “I KNOW!” 

 

The weight vanished. Caitlyn groaned and collapsed on her side. This is it. It’s over. Who was I kidding?

 

  “stupid morgana… telling me what to do…” Shyvana prodded Caitlyn with a claw as big as a sword. Caitlyn flinched. It should have pierced her thigh, bone and all. She hardly felt it. “YOU AWAKE? HUH? AWAKE?”

 

I may as well pretend to pass out. “Yes…”

 

  “HMPH. OKAY.” 

 

Shyvana’s ribbon-like tongue slithered between her jagged fangs. It buried between Caitlyn’s cheeks, swirled around her gaped rim, and penetrated. Vague, numb sensations pinched and prodded her insides; her groin, belly, chest, throat, and then mouth. The pink, forked tip slunk out of Caitlyn’s mouth and licked her cheek, leaving behind a trail of slobber.

 

  “Fucking hell~” Morgana squeezed her breast. The pale, flawless flesh bulged between her fingers.

 

Caitlyn fought off the urge to hyperventilate as Shyvana’s tongue wriggled backwards. “Will this hurt?”

 

Morgana laughed.

 

Shyvana’s tongue retreated back inside her mouth. “DO YOU CARE?”

 

  “I- I guess not.”

 

  “DON’T GUESS.”

 

  “I- I- I…” Caitlyn drew a shaky breath. “Please be gentle.”

 

Shyvana groaned. The pool’s flawless surface rippled. Leaves rained from the trees. Shivers coursed through the dirt. “FINE. humans…”

 

I’m not being a good whore. At least smile. Gods, I’m pathetic.

 

Caitlyn wrestled her stubborn muscles and got back on all fours. She looked over her shoulder, smirked, and smacked her ass. “Come on then. I’m waiting.”

 

Thrill erupted in Shyvana’s eyes. Trails of rainbow flame whipped above her head. She bore a jagged grin and crawled over the top of Caitlyn. Her tip slammed into Caitlyn’s ass, luckily hitting her cheek rather than punching inside. It wasn’t bulbous like you’d expect, but narrower than the shaft. Without a clear indicator of where the tip began and the shaft ended, it was a one, sleek member.

 

  “SORRY.”

 

  “No worries, sweet heart. You’re excited. I get it.”

 

  “I’M NOT EXCITED!”

 

  “Of course no- OH!” Caitlyn collapsed like a puppet without strings.

 

It was inside her. Barely five inches. But what was five inches compared to the girth of a watermelon? She dreaded to think of what her ass looked like. Warped beyond its means. Quivering. Raw from gods-know how many poundings.

 

Shyvana grunted; frozen in place.

 

  “What’s wrong dragon slut? Is our tiny little mortal too much for you?” Morgana said.

 

  “NO! SHE’S JUST… TIGHT~” Shyvana’s explosive voice melted in a bassy moan. Vibrations tore from her. Twice as powerful as any vibrator.

 

Caitlyn came before the moan left her mouth. As her body and mind turned to water, she squirted all over Shyvana’s boulder-sized balls.

 

  “S- SORRY, BUT I NEED TO- OHHHH~”

 

Ahead, fuzzy as if at the edge of misty haze, Shyvana’s claws dug into the dirt. They raced towards Caitlyn. Grass and dirt scraped her belly and tits. Shyvana’s cock rammed chest-deep up her ass

 

Black. White. A laugh. An explosive curse. Colour returned, meek as a mouse in a tiger’s cage.

 

  “IS SHE GOOD?”

 

  “Ooo, yup. Yup, she’s good. You’re good right, darling?” Morgana asked. From her chair. Her hand was still on her cock.

 

  “Uh-huh.”

 

Shyvana growled and Caitlyn came within an inch of another orgasm. “NOT WORKING. TOO WEAK. TOO TIGHT.” Her claws lifted from the earth. Dirt and shorn grass rained from their razor tips as they approached Caitlyn. Gentle as can be, Shyvana grasped her waist.

 

And rolled over. The cloudless, pitch sky greeted Caitlyn as her back fully embraced Shyvana's warmth. She braced to be seared like a skillet but found it muted. More like a warm towel.

 

  “READY?”

 

  “Yeah.” Caitlyn smiled. “Use me like a sex toy. Pump me up and down your beautiful, giant cock.”

 

Morgana laughed. “Are you gonna let a mortal tell you what to-”

 

  “SHUT THE FUCK UP MORGANA!” Caitlyn yelled.

 

Shyvana burst out laughing. A pathetic, splutter of an orgasm tickled Caitlyn’s ruined pussy. 

 

  “FUN AFTERALL!” 

 

Shyvana lowered Caitlyn. Her cock rose from her mouth. Higher. Higher. Until it towered over them as tall as a person, slick with spit and gods-know what. 

 

Caitlyn’s hands played with her clit; no thought required. Pleasure stormed, but only from the belly button down. Everything upwards to her gaped mouth tingled. Only tingled. She would have been amused by that if Shyvana pulling her up didn’t make her cum all over again.

 

  “She’s like a fucking geyser!” Morgana said.

 

Shyvana moaned. Desperate and vulnerable. She focused on her tip, jostling Caitlyn up and down 12 or so inches at a time rather than the full 10 feet. Her cock heaved with every thrust, growing somehow even wider for seconds at a time.

 

  “So big…” Caitlyn said. It’s all Caitlyn said. All she could say. Over and over, mumbled and slurred.

 

Shyvana’s moans trembled. 12 inches became 15, and 15 became 20, until her tip was bulging Caitlyn’s throat.

 

  “SO GOOD~ OH, SO FUCKING GOOD. MY WHORE. MY PRECIOUS WHORE. Y- YOU’RE THE BEST I’VE EVER HAD!”

 

Caitlyn groaned. With her last ounce of strength, she managed half a smile. She went limp, arms and legs dangling. However, the word didn’t fade again. If anything it sharpened.

 

Shyvana’s heartbeat pounded like a drum, thrumming through Caitlyn. It was in synch with her own. In synch with their breaths. In synch with the tempo of Shyvana’s cock.

 

Secrets lurked between Morgana’s soft moans; whispers. How badly she wanted to be where Caitlyn was. How much she loved Shyvana and all the other girls. How she hungered for Caitlyn.

 

Sona’s throat clacked as a silent moan gripped her. Lux thanked her for her cum. Over and over.

 

Vayne and Quinn’s lips smacked. “I love you,” they whispered, breathless.

 

  “Focus on the task at hand,” Kayle said.

 

Caitlyn started. With a jolt, she was back. Alert. Raring. Was that real? No time to think; Shyvana’s face was scrunched up. Facial expressions were odd on a dragon’s face, but it didn’t take an empath to tell what was about to happen. Her cock spoke for her.

 

  “CAITLYN! CAITLYN! CAITLYN… caitlyn…” Shyvana sucked air through her teeth, clenched, and sighed.

 

A rope of cum as thick as Gwen’s thighs erupted from Caitlyn’s mouth. It washed over her tongue; sweet, and a little spicy. It rained on her face. Thick globs the size of golf balls. In the blink of an eye, she was soaked head to toe.

 

And then the second rope erupted. And a third. Fourth. Fifth. Shyvana’s just couldn’t stop cumming. Her moans never petered or faded. She roared, flames dancing in the corners of her perpetually open jaws.

 

Caitlyn spat out a mouthful of cum as thick as glue. “Holy shit!” Cum filled her mouth again.

 

  “You did ask for everything,” Morgana said. She wiped Caitlyn's eyes. Black wings flapping, she hovered in front of her, stroking her thick cock.  It heaved, bulged, and dumped a load onto her forehead.

 

Shyvana erupted again.