Caitlyn’s F*ta Obsession

Caitlyn half dragged, half carried Briar across the smooth, stone basement floor. Her arm was wrapped around Briar’s waist. Briar fought to keep her head up, groaning as she dragged her feet. The gem in her cuffs pulsed crimson.

 

  “Remember our story?” Caitlyn whispered.

 

  “You… edged me?”

 

  “Yes, yes and?”

 

  “When I came, I… uh…”

 

  “Came so hard you passed out.”

 

  “Came so hard I passed out. Right.” Briar managed a half-grin. “I got it.”

 

Caitlyn ran the plan past Briar two more times as they climbed the stairs. It wasn’t a complex plan. She messed it up both times.

 

Ahri awaited them at the top of the stairs. Her nine tails snapped back and forth. A rather confused Graves and a bored Twisted Fate flanked her.

 

  “Men, take Briar upstairs. See to it that she is rested, fed, and re-hydrated. I will speak to our guest.”

 

Graves scratched his head. “In that order?”

 

One look from Ahri, and Graves bolted over to Caitlyn, threw Briar over his shoulder, and hurried through the double doors. Shaking his head, Twisted Fate mozied after him.

 

Ahri’s oppressive glare turned on Caitlyn. “Couch. Now.” Her fangs flashed as she spoke.

 

Caitlyn felt like a schoolgirl in the headmaster’s office as she hurried to the couch. The cushions did nothing to lighten Caitlyn’s anxiety. The gravity of the situation revealed itself like a slap across the back of the head. She’d done much more than break Ahri’s orgasm rule.

 

Ahri loomed over her. “Haven’t you been paying attention, Caitlyn?”

 

  “S- Sorry?”

 

  “You can not lie to me. Your soul is an open book. Emotions, intentions, thoughts – these are my domain.” Blue light flashed in Ahri’s eyes.

 

Caitlyn hung her head. “I’m sorry. Really, I just-”

 

  “Do not speak. Not until I have finished. You have broken one of my rules, disobeyed a direct instruction, and then possessed the gall to lie to me about it. I warned you there would be consequences, and yet it seems you think yourself above such things.”

 

  “I don’t! I just-”

 

  “Did I say you could speak? Do not interrupt me, Caitlyn. Under normal circumstances, such transgressions would have ended your run and rendered your membership null and void.”

 

Normal circumstances? Caitlyn lifted her head.

 

Ahri narrowed her golden eyes. “Yes, normal circumstances. If I banned you now, I’d have a riot on my hands. Plus…” Ahri clicked her tongue and looked away. “Kayle has expressed interest in you. What Kayle wants, Kayle gets. So. You will be allowed to proceed with your challenge, and I will graciously gift you a chance to regain my trust. Let me be clear, this is your last chance. You’re on three strikes. Earn a fourth, and I’ll give you to Kayle, let her have her way, and then toss you back onto the streets. Am I clear?”

 

Caitlyn’s tongue was numb. Her eyes were buzzing. She spoke as if in a dream. “Yes, Ma’am Thank you. It won’t happen again.”

 

Ahri huffed and marched out of the room with an aggressive strut, her tails whipping and snapping with the sway of her hips. The double doors slammed shut behind her.

 

  “Gods…” Caitlyn blew a raspberry and sunk into the couch. “Well, I suppose only one God is relevant here. Or, Goddess. Or Aspect? Isn’t Kayle an Aspect?”

 

  “Same thing.”

 

Caitlyn screamed and fell off the couch in her haste to turn around. A red-haired woman was leaning against the back of the couch, eyebrow raised. A scar cut through the eyebrow. She smirked.

 

  “When did you get here?!”

 

  “Been here the whole time. You got an earful, huh? I thought you were a goner for sure.”

 

  “I- I didn’t see you.”

 

  “No duh. That was the point.”

 

  “But, Ahri…”

 

  “Isn’t a god.” The woman waved dismissively. “There are plenty of ways to mask your soul from soul seers. Oh, I’m Katarina, by the way. You can call me whatever: mommy, ma’am, bitch, slut. Makes no difference to me.” She offered Caitlyn an easy smile. “I reckon your hair would be cute as hell when it isn’t glazed like that.”

 

Offense and flattery clashed in Caitlyn’s gut. “I- Uh- Thank you?”

 

Katarina cocked her head, widened her eyes, and pitched her voice. “You're welcome?”

 

  “Maybe, I will call you bitch…”

 

Katarina laughed and slapped the back of the couch. “You’re too much fun! Really wear your heart on your sleeve, huh? Oh, come on, don’t get all offended. I think it’s cute. You’re good at that by the way.”

 

Caitlyn deadpanned. “At being cute?”

 

  “Yeah. Cutie. Fuck, I can’t wait to get a hold of that waist.”

 

Despite herself, Caitlyn found herself getting all kinds of flustered. Gods, I’m so easy.

 

Katarina pushed off of the couch and meandered around it. The bottom of her large breasts peeked out of the bottom of her tight, cropped shirt. Her trouser’s waistband skirted dangerously to her crotch – a bulge stretched the hardy fabric. Everything between was painted on a canvas of peach skin and lean muscle: a tapestry of scars, freckles around her belly button, and an ornate tattoo covering her entire left side that flowed like water with the rise and fall of her hip and waist. She gestured to herself with a sweeping motion. “Like what you see?”

 

  “Uh huh~”

 

Katarina pointed at her boots and raised an eyebrow.

 

Caitlyn crawled over and knelt before her. The tattoo skirted around her belly button, leaving a sliver of peach skin between it and the black ink. Something about it completed the beauty of her muscled stomach, like the cherry on a sundae or the bow after a dance.

 

  “Got a thing for muscles?” Katarina ran her fingers through Caitlyn’s crusty hair.

 

  “I’ve got a thing for you.”

 

Katarina gagged. “Cheesy…”

 

  “Oh, and ‘like what you see’ isn’t it?”

 

  “It’s a classic line. Dependable. You sounded like a heartthrob from an imperial play.”

 

  “So what’s your plan? Insult me until I’m weak at the knees?”

 

Katarina gripped the back of Caitlyn’s head and smirked. “Please, I’ve heard enough about you to know what makes you tick. I don’t need words.”

 

  “Give me some credit, I’m more complicated than-”

 

Karatina pushed Caitlyn’s face against her belly. Firm abs touched her lips and nose, radiating heat. Caitlyn’s hands grasped Katarina’s waist as her tongue slipped inside her belly button. She suckled on it, kneading tender muscle as he stared up at the bare underside of Katarina’s breasts.

 

  “See? Not so much as a grunt in complaint. You can’t help but worship women like me.”

 

Caitlyn wanted to retort. She could dominate strong women if she wanted to. Qiyana was proof enough. But… worshipping Katarina’s perfectly sculpted body was so comfy. Why ruin a good thing? She refused to give her the satisfaction of a nod, however.

 

Katarina tapped Caitlyn’s cheek. “Your mouth is so soft. I love it. Feel free to explore. Undress me as you go – oh, but save my cock for last. Don’t think I can’t feel your hands wandering towards it.”

 

Caitlyn’s hands froze inches above Katarina’s waistband. They’d wandered on their own. She sharpened her focus and grounded her sense of self. It wasn’t the time to surrender control. Not yet, anyway.

 

  “Have you got underwear, or should I leave the pants?”

 

  “What kind of psychopath wears tight pants without underwear?”

 

  “No need to be rude.”

 

Katarina chuckled. “Sorry.” She cupped Caitlyn's cheek. “Do you like me sweet? I can do that: shower you with lots of lovely little compliments. Plenty come to mind. However, if we went over them all, the others would get royally pissed. No one likes a guest hog.”

 

Flush tingled beneath the surface of Caitlyn’s face.

 

  “When you blush, you glow. It’s gorgeous.”

 

  “Sh- Shut up.” Caitlyn fought with Katarina’s belt buckle.

 

Katarina laughed. “A girl like you can’t take a compliment? I figured you’d be used to them by now.”

 

Caitlyn tossed the belt aside and wrestled with the pants. They fought her every inch of the way, peeling away rather than sliding off. How did she get them on in the first place?

 

  “I get it. You probably are used to compliments. Just not good ones.”

 

The boots mocked her struggle. After fighting tooth and nail to get Katarina’s pants around her ankles, they refused them passage. When Katarina lifted her foot, the end of the pant leg wouldn’t fit around the boot.

 

  “Am I right?”

 

Caitlyn tugged. “Maybe.”

 

  “Hah! Knew it. Take the boots off first. I like to fuck naked. Fully naked. And yes, boots count as clothes before you say a word. Socks too. Take it all off.”

 

Caitlyn untied the laces, unclasped the buckles, and slipped the boots off without fuss. The pants followed without complaint, followed by the socks. She ran her hands up Katarina’s long legs, tracing scars with her thumbs, and caressing muscle with her fingers. Her thighs fit perfectly in her palms. As she made her way back down, she peppered Katarina’s left leg with kisses, getting onto all fours as she kissed both her feet. Then, she kissed the right leg all the way up to the inseam of her cloth briefs.

 

A big bulge throbbed behind the tight constraints of its thin bindings. Not huge. Or small. But, big. By normal standards, at least. I’ve been spoiled, haven’t I?

 

  “Uh uh. Not yet, you’re not done,” Katarina said.

 

Caitlyn smiled. “Yes, Ma’am.”

 

A smile shaped Katarina’s mouth into a pleasant shape. Caitlyn raced to kiss it. She eased to her feet, sliding her hands up the sides of Katarina’s curves as she left a trail of kisses up her abs. 

 

Cords bound the cropped top in place, like those of a corset. She released their hold with quick, precise movements. The top fell, Katarina’s tits bounced free, and Caitlyn attacked them, claiming a mouthful of her fat pink nipple and snatching the other breast with curled fingers.

 

Katarina’s breaths sharpened. She slapped Caitlyn’s ass with both hands and pulled their bodies together. Her tits flattened against Caitlyn’s face, Caitlyn’s squished the bottom of her ribcage, and her bulge throbbed against Caitlyn’s belly.

 

Their eyes locked. Confidence met confidence; green against blue.

 

Caitlyn nipped her nipple.

 

  “You bitch,” gasped Katarina. “What happened to all this ‘ooo please compliment me, mommy’ stuff?”

 

The fat, hard nipple left Caitlyn’s mouth with a pop. “Don’t know. Just felt like it.” She squeezed Katarina’s bulge.

 

  “Oh ho, I am going to fuck the shit out of you, you little slut.” Katarina slipped a finger inside Caitlyn’s asshole.

 

Caitlyn massaged the tip. “Even though I’ll need my strength for all the anal to come?”

 

  “Should have thought about that before being such a brat.” Two fingers.

 

The cock slipped free. “Would you like me to be a good girl, Ma’am? I can be whatever you want.” Caitlyn massaged Katarina’s cut tip with a twisting grip.”

 

  “Fuck~ No way, keep being a brat.” Three fingers. “I fucking love it.”

 

Caitlyn pouted. “Finger me harder. I can hardly feel anything!”

 

  “Only if you say please.”

 

  “No. Finger me.”

 

  “Caitlyn.”

 

Caitlyn nipped her nipple again.

 

  “You little bitch!” Katarina forced her to her knees.

 

The carpet crashed a jolt up her legs which she felt in her chest. She’s stronger than she looks. Caitlyn hid the pain and scowled instead. “I won’t suck your cock until you finger me.”

 

  “You’ll do as you're told, that’s what you’ll do.”

 

When Katarina forced her head to tilt back, Caitlyn huffed and stared daggers, but didn’t put up any real resistance. The same as how Katarina didn’t really force her head to do anything. There was something so calming about being manhandled gently. It was like being held in an embrace, but the opposite, but also the same.

 

Katarina’s cock would have made her gag a dozen or so rounds ago. She gagged anyway, and when that made Katarina’s emerald eyes flare, she tightened her throat and gagged for real. Spluttering felt so alien. Her instincts screamed for her to pull away, but she ignored them for the nuisances that they were.

 

A good throat fucking set her right. The plodding rhythm added some consistency to the splutters, which placated her instincts. All the choking made her feel like a virgin all over again.

 

  “That’s better, cutie. Keep smiling for me. You’re so pretty when you’re happy.”

 

Am I smiling? Dammit, I am! Caitlyn flipped Katarina off.

 

Katarina laughed. “You’re not getting out of it that easy. Go ahead and bring me to the edge. After that, we’ll head downstairs and have some real fun.”

 

She made it sound so easy. It took ages for her cock to so much as twitch. Ages and ages of spit dribbling down her chin, burning the back of her throat, and bubbling out of her nose. Tears were in her eyes – good tears – by the time Katarina pushed her away, and all the dried cum that clung to her chin, neck, and chest had been washed away. Not cleaned, mind you, washed away and replaced with sticky wet.

 

  “Whew… Almost had me there. Damn, your throat feels nice. Come on.” Katarina turned around, presenting Caitlyn with her round, heart-shaped ass, and that little thigh gap kept hidden by her cock and balls. “You like fucking outside?”

 

  “Will people be able to see us?”

 

  “Nah.”

 

  “Then yes.”

 

  “I’d say to put some clothes on so you don’t get dirty, but it’s a little late for that, huh?”

 

Caitlyn stood. “Does it bother you? I can wash up.”

 

  “Filthy sex is the best kind of sex. Right now, you’re nasty. And it makes me so fucking horny~”

 

  “I can get nastier.”

 

Katarina groaned. She snatched Caitlyn’s wrist and dragged her towards the basement. “Come on, you little cock tease. I’m gonna fuck you stupid.”

 

*** 

 

The bubble portal brought them to an expanse of rolling, grassy hills. They stood on a muddy trail barely wide enough for one person. As the grass danced in a gentle, warm breeze it tickled Caitlyn’s belly. Giggling, she took a step back, only for it to brush against her ass.

 

Orb spoke. “Once again, Mistress Katarina, I am obligated to warn you that this is the domain of High Major Kled, Commodore of the First Legion Third Multiplication Double Admiral Artillery Vanguard Company. If you are discovered-”

 

  “I could kill Kled with one arm tied behind my back, let buck ass naked. I don’t care, portal.”

 

  “As you say, Mistress Katarina.”

 

  “You’re sure we won’t be discovered?” Caitlyn asked.

 

  “Yes yes yes, now get on all fours. I’m dying here!”

 

Caitlyn giggled. After a quick scan of the empty horizons, she got on her hands and knees. Her knees sank into the mud as it squelched between her fingers and toes. It was cold and wet and it clung to her like glue.

 

Katarina slapped her ass. “Look at you, down in the mud and filth. You’re like a fucking pig.”

Something churned inside Caitlyn. “C- Can you call me that again?”

 

  “Ohhh, you like that, huh? Pig? Little piggie?”

 

  “Yes, mommy. I’m a little piggie.”

 

  “Oink for me.”

 

Caitlyn burst out laughing. “What?”

 

  “Suck in air through your mouth and nose at the same time. Like this.” Katarina’s nose wrinkled and she made a sound exactly like a pig’s oink.

 

One oink was all Caitlyn could manage before collapsing into giggles. “O- Okay, no more pig stuff! I’m gonna laugh the whole time otherwise!”

 

Katarina giggled. “Fair enough.” She knelt behind Caitlyn and spread her cheeks. “You like being in the mud though?”

 

  “Yes! It’s strange, I know. But it makes me feel, like, worthless. Like I’m a piece of trash you stumbled upon in the street – or the field, I guess. And you’ve decided to have your way with me. Does that make sense?”

 

  “Oh yeah. Perfect sense. I’m gonna fuck this piece of trash, pump her ass full of cum, and dump her where I found her. In the mud. Where she belongs.” Katarina’s tip circled her asshole. “Ready?”

 

Caitlyn lay her cheek against the mud and got comfy. “Uh huh~” The grass was tickling her hips.

 

Katarina’s hands slid up Caitlyn’s sides as her cock slid inside her ass. She licked the groove of Caitlyn’s spine. Smooth, soft balls pressed their heat against her pussy. “You taste like cum and sweat, you filthy slut.”

 

  “Fuck me, mommy~”

 

  “Say please.”

 

  “Just fuck me already!”

 

  “Fine!”

 

Pleasure melted Caitlyn’s insides as Katarina pounded her. She rocked back and forth with the slams of Katarina’s groin, clawed the cold mud, and kicked. Ecstasy filled her lungs with laughter. Gods, she felt alive! She bucked against every thrust like a good whore. The moans it got out of Katarina were sweet music to her ears.

 

It would have been so easy to knock her over and bounce on her cock, to fuck her into the ground, and make the cocky slut her bitch, but… then she wouldn’t be in the mud. Katarina wouldn’t be able to squeeze her tits from behind or bite her nape or play with her clit (gods must’ve crafted her fingers).

 

Awful words whispered in her ears. Cruel names, skin-crawling promises, and vile insults that made her feel so small. Surely, if it hadn’t been for the inflection of Katarina’s smile, quite a few of the awful words would have reduced her to tears. Instead, Caitlyn wept tears of joy as she came on Katarina’s hard cock again and again and again. Really, the way she played with her clit was straight-up cheating!

 

Katarina slowed her pace to a crawl and let out a long, wavering sigh. “Fuck… your ass is as tight as it is sexy. So glad I got to you before LeBlanc. You wouldn’t so much as close around me after a session with her.”

 

A grunt was all Caitlyn could muster.

 

  “Don’t tell me you’re – shit, I’ve gotta stop~” Katarina froze balls deep. “Don’t tell me you’re stupid already. I’m nowhere near done.”

 

  “I’m… still here,” Caitlyn muttered. Even breathing was a chore.

 

  “Good. Lie on your back. I’ll eat you out for a bit while we cool down. Nothing intense, just enough to keep your blood pumping.”

 

  “Uh-huh. Okay…”

 

Caitlyn flopped onto her side with a splash, and rolled onto her back. Rolling in the mud… she saw why pigs loved it. The cool, sticky mud smothered the searing beneath her skin like a wet towel on a summer’s day. It cooled her side, back, knees, cheek, even her hair. “I look disgusting, don’t I?”

 

  “The perfect amount of disgusting.” Katarina lay on her chest between Caitlyn’s legs, careful to keep her ass in the air and her cock off the ground. Mud squelched her tits. “What’s your poison? Tongue fucking or…?”

 

Caitlyn nodded. “If you lick my clit I’ll cum buckets. It’s so fucking sensitive.”

 

  “Well, now I wanna.”

 

  “Don’t you dare.”

 

A grin split Katarina’s face, but she did as she was told and slowly tongue fucked her. There was little rhyme or reason to her pace. It meandered; fast here, slow there. Like a stroll in the woods, she concerned herself with the here and now rather than what awaited around the next bend.

 

The erratic bursts of pleasure were calming, like a massage, but on the inside. Caitlyn settled her head back against the muddy trail and watched the sky. Clouds drifted lazily above the birds, the birds played chase in the breeze, and the breeze whistled a happy tune.

 

Something about fucking amidst nature felt right. Proper, and not in an elitist way, but in a primal way. Birds were meant to fly, clouds were meant to drift, and people were meant to fuck beneath an open sky.

 

Caitlyn sat up and Katarina’s emerald eyes greeted her with a knowing flare. She ran her hand through tangled ropes of blood-red hair, slick with mud. “Make me cum, please~”

 

How she did it, Caitlyn would never know, but Katarina flicked her tongue against Caitlyn’s clit in just the right way to make her squirt like a burst pipe. Her laughter faded into the background as the world fuzzed.

 

When the world snapped back into focus, Caitlyn was sitting on Katarina’s cock, looming over her. She sat up and held her head. “Did I pass out?”

 

  “Pass out? You just wrestled me onto my back!”

 

  “Sorry…”

 

  “Don’t be! It was so fucking hot~ B- But don’t get a big head. You caught me off guard is all. If I hadn’t been blind with tears and fucking pussy squirt, it’d be you in the mud!”

 

Caitlyn smirked. “Bet I could deadlift more than you.”

 

  “Bet I could pin you in my sleep, officer.”

 

  “Bet I’ll make you cum before me.”

 

  “Oh, you are not fucking me, you little bitch.” Katarina grasped Caitlyn’s ass and used it like a fleshlight.

 

Caitlyn bit her lip and looked over her shoulder. Her ass was jiggling as it bounced on Katarina’s cock. It added to the squelching of the mud as it slapped Katarina’s sweaty balls. After so many orgasms, the pleasure felt muted, but the sight got her blood pumping. Her jaw clenched. “Fucking use me, mommy. I’m yours~”

 

  “You are!” Katarina broke her rhythm to slap her ass.

 

The jiggle made Caitlyn’s heart leap. She attacked Katarina with a kiss. Their breath mingled, their tits squished together, and their hearts beat as one. Katarina flipped her over and fucked her into the mud, yet their kiss didn’t break. She rolled them onto their sides and fucked her up against the grass, and still their kiss didn’t break. Caitlyn wrestled Katarina onto her back and flailed her hips as if she were the one with a cock, and their kiss still didn’t break. In fact, it grew fiercer, rougher. Teeth nipped lips. Nails dug into skin, and groin crashed against groin.

 

Suddenly, Katarina relented with a gasp. “Caitlyn!”

 

  “Shhhh.” Caitlyn kept up a brutal pace. “Enjoy yourself. You’ve earned it.”

 

Katarina squirmed. “Mmm, tell me I’m strong…”

 

  “You’re strong, sweetheart.”

 

  “Tell me I’m the best you’ve ever had…”

 

  “You’re the best, sweetheart. You feel so good.”

 

  “T- Tell me I’m your treasure… that you love me… that you’re p- proud of me…”

 

  “You’re my treasure.” Caitlyn kissed her forehead. “I love you, Katarina.” Then her mouth. “I’m so proud of you, darling.”

 

Katarina whimpered, locked up, and blew her load deep inside Caitlyn’s ass. Cum pooled on top of her balls, sticking to Caitlyn’s ass crack. A unified sigh bled the tension from the air, Caitlyn rolled them onto their side, and swaddled Katarina in her arms. The gorgeous redhead mumbled something with a smile as she nuzzled Caitlyn’s cheek before dozing off.