NOVEL WEB Qiyana
Caitlyn wriggled into her officer’s dress. Its internal corset hugged her ribs, the frills tickled her thighs, and the hardy cloth scratched her skin. How odd, after so long with clothes. It was restraining but in a good way. Measured restraint, rather than a forced denial. The dress left her shoulders bare, providing some familiar comfort.
After adjusting her thigh belts, Caitlyn laced her boots and put on her tall hat. “Well?” she asked while turning to face Senna and Lucian. “How do I look?”
Senna lifted her head from Lucian’s cock and scanned Caitlyn with her glowing, green eyes. She shrugged. “Not my type,” she said and went back to sucking Lucian’s cock.
Lucian sat up, visibly fighting a moan. “I think you look…” He shuddered. “G- Great.” With a sigh, he melted into the pillows.
Senna’s dismissal stung, but only for a moment. That was the old her creeping back in; the stupid her, stupidly punishing herself. So what if Senna doesn’t like it? I like it, so that’s all that matters.
“You two had best hurry up. Ahri’ll come for us soon.”
Without lifting his head, Lucian waved her off. “G- Go. We’ll come back later.”
“Won’t the portal disappear?”
“N- … fuck~ N- No, there’s a ring set up here. We can use it to travel to the one upstairs. Ahri won’t mind a- as long as you return in time.”
Caitlyn giggled. “Alright then. Enjoy yourselves. Can’t wait to see you again once I’m done.”
Lucian smiled. “M- Me neither.”
Senna gave her a lazy wave, and with that, Caitlyn left. She retraced their steps through the lonely, brutal stone corridors of the Sentinels of Light’s headquarters, passing no one except for granite statues, and nothing except for countless arched doorways. The portal ring greeted her in the map room with a pulse of blue light and a low hum.
Gingerly, Caitlyn stepped inside the ring. “Um? Return to Ahri’s Mansion. Please?”
A glob of blue light bled from a hole in the ring, falling upwards. It halted at Caitlyn’s eye level and blinked into an eye. “Voice not registered,” it said. “State your name.”
“It’s me, Caitlyn.”
“I can not find a ‘Caitlyn’ in my database.”
“You should. Ahri invited me to her place to fuck all her… friends? I think that’s what they are.”
“Ah. You must be initiate number fifty-three, then. My apologies, Caitlyn. I have registered your voice in my database and mapped your mind to my interface. Please envision the location you would like to visit.”
“Okay…” Caitlyn shut her eyes and pictured the basement in all its dreary glory.
The bubble formed and the map room popped, replaced by swirling colours.
***
Caitlyn climbed the basement stairs two at a time. She’d fucked over two dozen women so far, yet this one put a spring in her step. Ideas, plans and fantasies swam in her head. Pegging would be fun if the girl was submissive. Or even if she was dominant. Hell, that would be twice as fun! After acting like a sex slave for so long, a spot of topping sounded like exactly wha she needed. Although, a good pounding always had its appeals, especially now that it would happen on her terms, not just her partner’s.
The moment she stepped foot into the rec room, the double doors flew open. A short, tanned woman with the widest hips Caitlyn had ever seen, strutted inside as if she owned the world. A golden tiara set with giant, diamond-shaped, purple gems sat perched above the bangs of her silver curls. Checking her nails, she spared Caitlyn but a glance.
“Ready the portal, slave. Ixocan. My chambers. Don’t dawdle, I’ve waited long enough as it is.”
“I’m sorry, but I’m not your slave.”
The princess clicked her tongue. “Oh, you know what I mean. Don’t talk back, just do it.”
“I’m not going to fuck you if you treat me like this, Princess.”
“Excuse me? Princess? Princess? How dare you! I am Qiyana Yunalai, Empress of Ixtal.”
“Okay, Empress. My error. It still doesn’t change the fact that-”
“Why are you addressing me? Are you of royal blood?”
“No, but-”
Qiyana waved her off, like shooing a stray. “Then, go. Prepare the portal.”
Better to be blunt, I suppose. “No.”
Qiyana blinked and cocked her head. “You can’t say no. You’re a peasant.”
“Under this roof, our pasts mean nothing. Those are Ahri’s rules.”
“For the normal people, yes.”
“For all of us.” Caitlyn turned from Qiyana and gave her a dismissive wave. “Now, go pick out the strap-on you want to be fucked with and meet me in the basement.”
Qiyana scoffed. “Oh yes, very cute. Enough games, I grow tired of waiting.”
Caitlyn clapped her hands. “Come now, chop chop. There’s a schedule to maintain, you know.” Without another word, Caitlyn left a gawking Qiyana behind and descended the basement stairs. She honestly wasn’t sure what she’d do if Qiyana didn’t obey. Bickering with a pompous empress would lose its appeal fast, she guessed. But if she did obey. Well, then things would get quite interesting.
The portal’s glowing sphere awaited her downstairs.
“Portal, can I select a location without activating the bubble?”
“Yes. Say the location out loud and I will log it in.”
“Ixtal, Ixocan, Empress Qiyana’s chambers.”
“I’m sorry, the location ‘Empress Qiyana’s Chambers’, is not an available location. Did you mean, Princess Qiyana’s chambers?”
Caitlyn grinned. “Yes.” What a little liar.
“I see. In that case, your location is ready to go. Please step inside the ring at your leisure.”
“Thank you… uh, do you have a name?”
“Mistress Ahri calls me Orb, but my manufacturing code is 036000291638-EJ2.”
“I think I’ll just call you Orb, Orb.”
“That is acceptable.”
Qiyana strutted down the basement steps, head high, holding a strap-on dildo the size of her arm. With each step, her hips swayed and her thick thighs jiggled. Caitlyn’s groin twisted as she imagined stealing handfuls of them as she rammed the dildo up Qiyana’s royal ass.
“So, you’re capable of listening. Good,” Caitlyn said.
“I have decided to allow you to peg me, peasant.”
“Caitlyn.”
“What?”
“My name is Caitlyn. You know that. Don’t lie.”
Qiyana twitched. “I never lie. Such things are beneath an Empress.”
“You’ll call me by my name, Empress.”
“Whatever. Fine.”
“Your chambers are loaded into the portal. Step inside and we’ll be on our way.”
With a huff, Qiyana stepped inside the portal ring. “So, you’re capable of listening. Good.”
“How original.” Caitlyn stepped inside.
“Ready, Mistress Caitlyn?” Orb asked.
“Ready.”
The bubble formed, the world popped, and everything devolved into swirling colours.
***
Qiyana’s bedroom was bigger than Caitlyn’s entire apartment. Everything was purple and silver; a king-size bed with silk sheets and four sets of goose-feather pillows, a veil of purple beads that covered the doorway to a marble balcony, dressers that could hold all of Caitlyn’s clothes ten times over, and gemstone art pieces embedded in the walls. Spice and wet heat mingled in the air, sharp on Caitlyn’s tongue and heavy in her nose.
“Impressive isn’t it, peasant? Oh no, don’t let me stop your gawking. I understand. It’s not every day someone like you gets to experience culture.”
The room wasn’t that impressive really. Too much pageantry. It insisted upon itself.
“Get on the bed, your highness.”
“Empress will suffice.”
Qiyana crawled across the bed. Her tight black and blue dress did her modesty no favours. It lifted as she bent over, revealing a well-used asshole and a modest, flaccid cock. Grinning, Caitlyn crawled after Qiyana. She seized her wide hips, flipped her over, and pressed their foreheads together.
“Unhand me, peasant!”
“Throw me off.”
“What?”
“If you don’t like it, throw me off.”
Qiyana gawked at her.
Caitlyn traced the princess’s cheeks and the heart-shaped curve of her jaw. It was smooth as silk, and her cheeks were delightfully squishy. “How about we stop lying to each other, princess?”
Heat pressed against Caitlyn’s thumb as a flush flashed across Qiyana’s tanned cheeks. “I- I’m not. And… And I’m an Empress, not a Princess.”
“If you want me to call you Empress, that’s fine, but I won’t unless you’re honest with me.”
“I…” Qiyana avoided her eyes and pursed her lips. “I’m not an empress,” she muttered.
“What was that?”
“I’m not an empress, okay!”
“Much better.” Caitlyn patted her cheek. “Good girl.”
Qiyana’s face turned a darker shade of brown and burned.
“Are you a praise slut, Qiyana? Be honest.” Caitlyn let her fingers wander down Qiyana’s neck.
“Yes…”
“Does it make you feel big?” Caitlyn traced her collarbone, left bare by the shoulderless dress.
“It does…”
“Does it make you feel important?” Caitlyn hovered her hand above Qiyana’s breast.
Qiyana bit her lip and eyed Caitlyn’s hand. Caitlyn raised her eyebrow. Qiyana groaned.
“Say it,” Caitlyn said.
“It makes me feel important. I… I love it.”
“Good girl. So honest.”
As Qiyana pepped up, Caitlyn gave her a breast a squeeze. Even with the restriction of the dress’s contour, Qiyana’s breast moulded to the whims of her fingers, like putty. It drew a sharp gasp from Qiyana, which she smothered with a kiss. A long, deep kiss. The princess tasted royal. Flowers, fruits, and perfume.
Caitlyn intended to break off the kiss early, tease the slut a little longer, and make her beg, but her body’s will took over. She let it lead. They melted into the kiss, rolling onto their sides as their fingers wandered over bare skin. The callouses on Qiyana’s fingers traced loose patterns on Caitlyn’s shoulders and thighs. Caitlyn’s body dared to be bold and slipped her hands underneath Qiyana’s dress to give it a a double-handed squeeze. She smirked against Qiyana’s lips as she gasped.
“So fucking big. And is that all muscle?”
“It is. Do you like it?”
“I love it. You’re so hot.” Caitlyn gave her ass another squeeze. It resisted her fingers, like a good ass should.
Qiyana kissed her with a smile. “Could I fuck you a little before you peg me?”
“Promise not to cum?”
“Promise.”
“Hmm, well then I’ll consider it.
“My stamina is unmatched.”
“Is that more royal arrogance I hear?”
Qiyana stiffened. “Is that bad?”
“You know, for some reason, I like it now. Be confident, Empress. It’ll make it all the more satisfying when I ruin this gorgeous, fucking, ass.” Caitlyn accented the last three words with a slap each.
Qiyana laughed, grinning ear to ear. “Yes, Mommy.”
“Oh, I fucking love that. Say it again.”
“Mommy.”
“Again.”
“Mommy!”
Caitlyn stole handfuls of Qiyana’s ass and pulled her enormous cheeks apart. “Fuck! Such a good girl. Let’s get you out of this fucking dress. I need all of you.”
An excited tremble shivered across Qiyana’s body. “Th- There’s a zipper on the back.”
Frantically, Caitlyn searched for the zipper. When her fingers found it, she yanked it open and peeled the dress off. Every inch of skin revealed was a wonder, from her perky breasts and fat nipples to her tiny waist and rock-hard abs. Best of all, however, were the scars. She only had a few. One split her belly button diagonally, a second ran down her side and over the curve of her hip, and a third small one on her breast.
“I bet these have stories.” Caitlyn tossed aside the dress and kissed the scars one by one.
Qiyana shrugged and pointed to them from top to bottom. “Training accident. Rengar. Assasiantion attempt.”
Caitlyn lifted her head. “Assasiantion attempt?”
“Someone tried to kill me for money.”
“Yeah, I know what an assassin is. Someone hired an assassin against you?”
“My eldest sister, I assume.”
Caitlyn blinked. “Sounds like a shitty sister.”
“Oh, she’s not that bad. The attempt was a formality, I suspect. I mean, she hired some backwater cutthroat from Bilgewater. If she really wanted me to die, she’d have sourced locally.”
“Right…”
“They’re not ugly are they?”
“Huh? Sorry, what?”
“My scars.”
“O- Oh. No, of course not! They’re beautiful, just like you, Empress.” Caitlyn pecked Qiyana on the nose, earning a delightful, tinkling giggle.
Qiyana’s cock pressed against Caitlyn’s stomach, hard and throbbing. It tripled in length and doubled in girth. Caitlyn’s insides shuddered.
“Such a pretty cock~”
“Thank you, Mommy.” Qiyana pulled her in for a kiss. Her tongue flicked Caitlyn’s teeth. When she pulled away, a thread of split connected their lips. “Could you please suck it?”
“If you beg.”
“But… I just did.”
“That? That wasn’t begging. That was a question. Beg properly, you little slut. I know you know how.”
Qiyana’s cock twitched. “Please suck my cock, Mommy.”
“Pathetic. Try again.”
“Please, Mommy! I want you to suck my cock so bad!” Qiyana’s voice gained a whiny tone.
“Do better. Last chance.”
Qiyana knelt and bowed her head. “Please please please please please suck my cock, Mommy!”
Caitlyn touched her chin as she put on an evaluating look. Qiyana raised her head, eyes wide, brow drooped. She fidgeted. The longer Caitlyn held the look, the more Qiyana squirmed.
Caitlyn opened her mouth.
Qiyana perked up.
“No.” Caitlyn spread her legs. “You’re going to tongue fuck my ass, Empress.”
“B- But-”
“Uh! Good girls do as they’re told. Do you want to be a good girl?”
“Yes!”
Caitlyn tapped her pussy. “Well, go on.”
Qiyana scrambled in between Caitlyn’s legs, assuming a face-down, ass-up position. Her small, calloused hands took hold of her hips as she stuck her tongue deep inside Caitlyn’s ass. The pleasure was hardly significant, but the satisfaction of such a pompous bitch sticking her royal tongue up her ass more than made up for it.
Caitlyn ran her fingers through Qiyana’s silver locks, caressing her scalp. “This is where you belong, isn’t it? While you strut about, barking orders at your servants, you dream of being used. Look at you. You’ve got your tongue up my ass. A peasant! And you fucking love it.”
Qiyana nodded as she sucked on Caitlyn’s ass. The change in pressure made her clit tingle. Caitlyn slid her hand over her pussy and rubbed slow circles into it. Tingles built into dull, gentle pleasure. A sigh escaped her lips.
Sunlight filtered through the beaded veil of the open, balcony door. It cast swaying strips of golden light and black shadows across the giant, heart-shaped silhouette of Qiyana’s ass. Caitlyn’s body took over. Her free hand snatched a handful of a cheek. The silky smooth, tanned skin and tender muscle bulged between her fingers. She couldn’t feel bone, only tender muscle and squishy fat.
“What I wouldn’t do to get a few hours alone with you and Gwen…”
Qiyana let out a muffled giggle.
A surge of primal rage swept through Caitlyn. Gritting her teeth, she slapped Qiyana’s ass. A slap like a steak flopping onto a plate split the air. Qiyana gasped. Ripples raced across the surface of her cheek. Both cheeks jiggled independently of one another. Caitlyn stared in awe as they crawled to a standstill. A red handprint branded Qiyana’s left cheek.
“Holy shit,” Caitlyn said, breathlessly. “Inside me. Now!”
Qiyana lifted her head and smirked. “Yes, Mommy~”
Not even bothering to undress, Caitlyn hurried onto all fours. Thank the gods she’d had the insight to forgo panties. The handful of seconds it took for Qiyana to get into position was torture enough.
Qiyana eased her cock inside Caitlyn’s pussy. Her walls stretched without so much as a quiver. That wonderful, familiar bloated feeling returned as her belly bulged. Tip met cervix, and Qiyana grunted.
“You’re too small, Mommy. I can’t fit it all.”
“That’s alright, sweet girl. This will do plenty.”
Qiyana pressed her thumbs into Caitlyn’s hips. “Can I start?”
“Yes, but slow. Nice and slow.”
“Okay, Mommy. Thank you.”
Qiyana’s grip tightened. Her cock withdrew, shooting waves of pleasure up Caitlyn’s spine. They forced a lingering moan from Caitlyn. She clenched fistfuls of the silk sheets and moved her hips in time with Qiyana’s.
Qiyana moaned. Her hands fell to her sides. “Mommyyyyy…”
“Th- There’s a good girl, keep that pace up. Thrust.”
The thrust hit her like a truck. Caitlyn sputtered and fought against her wobbling arms. Slow, deliberate thrusts magnified the already unmatched pleasure of a giant cock. It was agony. Sweet, gorgeous agony.
“So tight.” Qiyana clenched her jaw. “So fucking tight.”
A crisp slap cracked Caitlyn’s ass. She gasped. Stinging tingles danced on her skin in the shape of a handprint. Qiyana yanked Caitlyn’s hips, ramming her cervix.
“You’re mine, Mommy.”
“N- Now, Empress. Let’s not get carried away. You don’t want to cum yet, do you?”
“I want to fuck you.”
Qiyana shoved Caitlyn’s face into the sheets and whipped her cock free. Caitlyn cried out, sucking in a mouthful of silk. Spluttering, she twisted her head to the side so that her cheek pressed against the sheets. The base of Qiyana’s palm pressed against her cheekbone.
“This is not good girl behaviour, Qiya-”
Caitlyn cried out as Qiyana rammed her cock up her ass.
“Oh, shut up, Mommy. I know you love it.”
With her guts twisting to accommodate Qiyana’s cock, Caitlyn could only muster a grunt.
“Say it.” Qiyana slapped her ass. “Say you love it.”
“I- I love it~”
Qiyana slapped her other asscheek. “Louder!”
“I love it!”
Both ass cheeks, crisp and sharp. “More enthusiasm, Mommy!”
“I love it I love it I love it! I love giant cock in my ass! I love being pounded like a slut!”
“Fuck! Yes!” Qiyana leaned all of her weight onto Caitlyn’s face as she pounded her with the full length of her giant cock.
Each rapid thrust rocked the bed. It squeaked. Caitlyn moaned. Qiyana shouted. Their racket eradicated silence, filling the peaceful space with the sort of pandemonium only sex could provide. Raw, primal, chaos. Unhinged indulgence. They fucked and moaned like animals.
Panting and drenched in sweat, Caitlyn came after what felt like hours. Her body locked up, spasmed, and cut off her moans. Qiyana’s cock felt twice as big as her ass clenched it in a vice grip. Waves of pleasure came and went. She soared and fell, soared and fell, and soared and fell, whimpering and groaning.
When the last wave of euphoria let her go, Caitlyn collapsed in a heap. She slipped free of Qiyana’s cock. Her ass felt hollow. Sputtering, it opened and closed like a gaping mouth. Qiyana slipped a few fingers inside.
“I wanted to fill you up, Mommy. But I didn’t.”
“Good girl,” Caitlyn managed.
“Is it my turn now?”
Caitlyn swallowed and gasped. “H- Hold on. Gods, how aren’t you exhausted?”
“My royal blood.”
“N- No, really.”
Qiyana shrugged, slipped her fingers out of Caitlyn’s ass, and tasted them. “I work out.”
“I work out…”
“Since you could walk?”
“Well, no…”
“There we are then. It’s okay, Mommy. I’ll wait as long as you need.”
Qiyana lay beside Caitlyn. After a moment of looking into each other’s eyes, they found their way into each other’s arms. Their lips locked, their hands wandered, and Caitlyn lost herself in Qiyana’s curves.
“Undress me,” Caitlyn whispered against Qiyana’s lips.
Qiyana trembled. “Yes, Mommy~”
As Qiyana’s fingers worked the laces of Caitlyn’s officer dress, she played with her hips and ass. An ass like that was made for fucking. No wonder it was gaped. The other girls probably lined up to take a turn with it. Caitlyn closed her eyes and imagined the twenty or so girls she’d fucked so far crowded around Qiyana, jerking off as they watched her get railed, eager for their turn.
The moment her dress fell away from her body, Caitlyn pounced. She grabbed Qiyana by the shoulders, spun her around, and pinned her chest to the bed. Qiyana looked back at her, lust swimming in her yellow eyes.
“Stay there and look pretty,” Caitlyn said.
“Y- Yes, Mommy.”
“Good girl.”
Qiyana beamed as Caitlyn fastened the strap-on straps. The straps clung to her thighs, bulging the muscle, and the cock threw her off balance. It was as if a third arm had sprouted from her groin. It hung under its weight and swayed as Caitlyn approached Qiyana on her knees.
“Ready, Empress?” Caitlyn prodded her gaped asshole with the tip.
Qiyana’s asshole quivered. “Yes, Mommy.”
Caitlyn stretched her ass ever so slightly before pulling away, again and again. The desperate look Qiyana gave her, swelled Caitlyn’s chest.
“Are you gonna cum for Mommy?”
“Only if you say so…”
“Right answer. Good girl.”
Caitlyn rewarded her with a slap on the ass. Her cheeks and thighs jiggled. Oh, what she wouldn’t do to get Qiyana in a pair of thigh highs.
Qiyana giggled. “Thank you, Mommy.”
A sudden thrust wiped the smile off Qiyana’s face. While Caitlyn felt no pleasure as she plunged inside her guts, Qiyana whimpered. Her cock twitched, her eyes rolled back, and her tongue hung out of her mouth. With a grunt, she collapsed in a heap, but her ass stayed up. In fact, the change in position allowed Caitlyn to plunge a little deeper. As her belly touched Qiyana’s giant ass, Qiyana let out a long groan.
“Is that good, Empress?” Caitlyn kneaded her ass. Soft. Squishy. Perfect.
“Uh huh~”
“Use your words.”
“Y- Y- Yes, Mommy…”
“Good girl. Such a good, pretty girl.”
A loose grin lifted the corners of Qiyana’s mouth. Caitlyn rid it with a single, smooth motion. As she drew her ‘cock’ out of Qiyana’s ass, the princess wailed. Music to her ears. She settled into a plodding rhythm, marching to the beat of Qiyana’s wails and groans. A groan in. A wail out. A grunt when she filled her. The sight of her belly bulging almost distracted Caitlyn from her ass.
Almost.
Gods, it was a work of art. Her hands couldn’t get enough. They grabbed, and pulled, and pinched, and spanked. Each little jiggle and ripple gave Caitlyn butterflies. If her body had its way, it would have been enough to send her into a primal frenzy, but she contained herself. This needed to last.
Although all Qiyana had to do was lie there and take Caitlyn’s cock, her hands didn’t remain idle. They grasped handfuls of the silk sheets, untucking them from the mattress as she squirmed. They pounded the bed with fists. They stroked her cock.
Caitlyn huffed. “Greedy slut. You’re insatiable.”
Qiyana whimpered.
“Words, Empress. Good girls use their words.”
“P-” Qiyana groaned, grunted, and wailed. “Pleasefuckmeharde-” Groan. Grunt. Wail.
Caitlyn burst out laughing and picked up her pace. She slapped Qiyana’s ass with both hands. “Alright alright, no more talking. It’s just cruel at this point.”
Qiyana grinned as she moaned, and let go of her cock. It heaved and rocked with the rhythm of Caitlyn’s thrusts. The stubborn cock still stood erect, despite the ruin Caitlyn sewed in Qiyana’s gut. Well, if it was a challenge it wanted, a challenge it would get.
Caitlyn leaned forward, bracing herself on the side of Qiyana’s face as she built her pace to a controlled frenzy. Consistency is king. No wild failing or sloppy pounding. No, a princess deserved the best. She fucked Qiyana like a machine; an angry machine, but a machine nonetheless. It reduced Qiyana to a brainless fuckdoll.
Is that what I looked like? That’s so fucking hot.
With glassy eyes, Qiyana stared off into space as her head jostled back and forth. No groans or wails, only the occasional grunt. The smile remained, however. As much as it pained her, Caitlyn shut her eyes and focused on her breathing. Her lungs screamed at her, and her hips weren’t much better, but pain was only a sensation. The wet slap of Qiyana’s clapping ass cheeks made it all worthwhile.
Without pleasure to carry her away, time elongated rather than fuzzed. It stretched on and on. Seconds passed like minutes. Beautiful, angelic minutes. A second wind faded her pain to the back of her mind, and Caitlyn fucked her princess with the diligence she deserved. Yes, her princess.
Her cock lay claim to Qiyana’s perfect ass. It controlled her every action, from the largest of spasms to the tiniest of quivers. It controlled her every breath, her every thought. It even stole her thoughts. By virtue of the pleasure she bestowed upon Qiyana, Caitlyn owned her wholly and completely.
A shrill cry shattered Caitlyn’s fugue state. It thrust her back into reality. A good thing too, for she returned just in time to see Qiyana’s limp cock bust a fat rope of cum all over her royal sheets. Those sheets probably cost more than the average person would make in ten years, and Qiyana was soiling them with a heaping load of cum. Caitlyn pulled her hair and ravaged her spoiled, royal asshole for as long as Qiyana came. She would have kept going too, if reality hadn’t caught up with her.
Fatigue punched her in the gut. She couldn’t move. She couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t think. Glassy-eyed, she collapsed in a heap on top of Qiyana, grinning.
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