NOVEL WEB Senna & Lucian
Amidst the swirling colours of the portal bubble, Caitlyn stood beside Ahri, shuffling her feet. She’d gotten out of hand. Again. It wasn’t just a lapse of strength either. She’d let it happen. She’d indulged. She’d loved every moment.
Ahri’s silence only made things worse. Her mistress hadn’t said more than a couple of words since she retrieved Caitlyn and Nami from the beach alcove. And now, as the bubble whisked them away, she stood between Caitlyn and Nami, arms crossed, jaw set. She looked like Caitlyn's instructor from the academy when he’d discovered recruits breaking the rules. Caitlyn never broke the rules. Maybe, skirted them a little, but never broke them. Not really.
The bubble popped. The basement returned. Dark, dull, and barren. Grey.
The orb that guarded the portal floated over. “Mistress Ahri, Mistress Senna and Master Lucian are ready for their turn.”
“Tell them I’m awfully sorry, and that the wait shouldn’t be more than a few minutes.”
“Yes, Mistress Ahri.”
The orb popped. Little glowing droplets splattered the floor.
Ahri clicked her fingers and pointed at the door. “Nami, upstairs. We’ll talk later. Caitlyn, come with me.”
Nami gave Caitlyn a smile before hurrying off. Her ass bounced as she jogged up the stairs. If Caitlyn’s stomach weren’t tied into knots, she would’ve enjoyed the sight. Ahri followed Nami, walking with her hands clasped behind her back. Her hips lost their characteristic swing, and her nine tails were stiff and pointed.
Caitlyn willed herself to follow, despite her body’s protest. How dare it complain? It was it’s fault they were in such a mess to begin with. Only, it wasn’t. She’d done this of her own free will. She’d indulged. She’d allowed her body to take over. She… She… Gods, no, she couldn’t think about that. She couldn’t.
Once they arrived in the rec room, Ahri turned on her. Her golden eyes pierced Caitlyn. “Why do we have a schedule, Caitlyn?”
Caitlyn bowed her head. “To keep things moving, Mistress?”
“Because these are extremely busy people. They don’t have time to wait around for you to finish making out with every single partner. It’s a miracle they’re all here at the same time, to begin with!”
“Y- Yes, Mistress. Sorry. It won’t happen again.”
Ahri sighed and kneaded the bridge of her nose. “Fuck, I don’t mean to shout. This is all quite stressful, you understand. Surrounded by sex. Unable to take part so that it all runs smoothly. I apologise, dear. It’s not your fault.”
“No, Mistress. It is. I lost control.”
“Nonsense. You’re here to fuck. I’d be concerned if you didn’t lose control from time to time, to be frank. Especially with a sex drive like yours. Twenty-five rounds, and you’re not even tired.”
“I’ll do better, Mistress. I promise.”
Ahri frowned. “As much as I make jokes, dear, this isn’t a competition. You’ve already earned membership. You don’t have to go all fifty-two rounds. Keep going until the idea of another cock makes you feel physically ill. That’s your body telling you it’s had enough.”
What her body wanted didn’t matter. Whores are meant to be selfless. Caitlyn bit her tongue. It wasn’t her place to correct Ahri. “Yes, Mistress.”
Ahri patted her arm. “Shall I send in your next partners, or have you had enough?”
“Not even close, Mistress. Please, send them in.”
“Good girl.”
The swing returned to Ahri’s hips. She opened the double doors and ushered in a black woman and man. They both had dark, black dreads. The man wore him in a short ponytail. He had an angular face, a jaw cut from stone, and the look of a pissed-off sergeant. The woman wore her dreads in thick braids, adorned with iron tips and rings. Black mist rose from her black cloak and white hood. Lucian and Senna, Caitlyn assumed.
As Ahri slipped through the doors, Senna evaluated Caitlyn with her glowing, green eyes. Her plump lips twisted into a grin. “Aren’t you precious?”
Caitlyn bowed her head. “Thank you, Mistress.”
Lucian whistled. “She’s been through it, huh? Look at those welts.”
“Shut up. Go get the portal ready. Main headquarters. Map room. Now.”
Lucian grinned. “Yes, Ma’am~” He scampered off. His long, black cloak flowed after him like a living shadow.
Senna pinched Caitlyn’s chin between thumb and forefinger and tilted it so their eyes met. She turned Caitlyn's head from side to side, looked her up and down, and flicked one of the welts. When Caitlyn stiffened, Senna chuckled. “I think we’re gonna have a lot of fun together, slut.”
“I’ll do my best to please you, Ma’am.”
“Good. And my husband?”
“Y- You’re husband?”
“Yes. The man you just saw. My husband.”
They’re married? Why would a married couple be… here?
“I don’t like repeating myself,” Senna said.”
“Sorry, Mistress! Um… what exactly will he be doing?”
“Watching. Might even get a turn with you once I’m done, depending on how I feel. That a problem?”
“Of course not, Mistress!” More watching. “Not a problem at all!” More eyes on me. Just like before. Just like when I… when Ahri…
“Good. I’d hate to disappoint him. After all the things we’ve heard about you, he’s been dying to watch me rail you. Real hard too. He was very specific.” Senna stroked Caitlyn’s cheek and smiled. “Ah, the things I do for love. Come on, let’s not keep him waiting.”
Senna made her way downstairs, and Caitlyn chased after her. “So – if you don’t mind me asking, mistress – Master Lucian wants to watch?”
“Yeah. It’s a kink of his. It’s kinda like watching porn, but of me, in person. I don’t really get it, but who am I to judge?”
Caitlyn smiled. “So, it’s consensual?”
Senna stopped at the bottom of the stairs and raised an eyebrow. “Of course it is.”
“Good. Good…” Caitlyn felt half as heavy.
With a spring in her step, she followed Senna and Lucian into the ring. The bubble formed, the basement popped, and colours swirled.
***
The bubble portal brought them to a spherical room. Caitlyn needed to crane her neck to see the ceiling. The sphere wrapped all the way around, diving beneath a steel, grate floor. A map of Runeterra was carved on the stone. Four catwalks connected the steel, grate floor to four arched doorways, and in the centre rows upon rows of shelves huddled on a circular platform. They housed thousands of scrolls. In the centre of a circular platform, a pedestal displayed a globe made of dazzling, white light.
Everything was lit by glowing orbs. Pale and light blue, they floated about aimlessly like insects. Their light was chilled. It paired well with the whistling breeze that made Caitlyn’s nipples perk up.
Senna slipped her arm around Caitlyn’s waist. “Lucian, be a good boy and clear a space for us.”
“Yes, Ma’am!” Lucian ran off and disappeared amongst the shelves.
Senna guided Caiatlyn after him at a sauntering pace. An electric thrill buzzed in her chest. It tingled the ends of her fingers and made her want to pin Senna down there and then, and fuck her brains out. Suppressing it was like swallowing a stone.
Senna brushed a welt on her hip. “You want me to heal those for you?”
“No thank you, mistress.”
“Because they’re a mark of pride?”
“Well, yes, Mistress.”
Senna rolled her glowing eyes. “Bottoms…”
“I- If they displease you then I’d be happy to let you heal me.”
“Relax. It’s fine. I was just offering is all.” Senna raised an eyebrow. “You’re as tense as a spring. You okay, hun?”
“Perfectly fine, Mistress.” Caitlyn gave Senna her best smile.
Senna seemed unconvinced, but she let the issue drop.
The pedestal in the centre of the platform was much larger up close. If it were a table, it could have seated a thousand people easily. A circular desk engulfed it, covered in maps, pencils, quills, inkwells, piles of books, compasses, and all sorts of stationery.
Lucian had cleared a wide space on the desk. He awaited them on a chair to the side, beaming. “Is that enough room for you, Ma’am?”
“Plenty. Good boy.” Senna pecked him on the forehead.
The globe made of pure light loomed above Caitlyn like a tower in the heart of Piltover. The glowing orbs seemed to avoid it, not that it needed any help lighting up the platform.
“Slut, undress me,” Senna said.
Caitlyn started. “Y- Yes, Mistress!” Idiot, you shouldn’t let yourself get distracted like that.
Senna wore only a few layers. A black cloak with a white hood. A black, leather tunic that revealed a touch of midriff. A pair of tight trousers that clung to her wide hips. And, of course, her underwear. Caitlyn folded it all and organised it into orderly piles.
Underneath, Senna was muscles, curves, and scars. Rock hard abs and lean arms. Nasty, twisted black scars from head to toe. Sizeable breasts – although, far from the biggest Caitlyn had seen so far – and an enormous cock. It grew upon release, lengthening and thickening until it was longer and thicker than Caitlyn’s forearm. A dark brown tip poked above the cut foreskin.
Lucian eyed it hungrily. He sat forward on his chair, eyes glued on the cock. When Senna flexed it, the front of his trousers shifted. Caitlyn should have felt the same way. Instead, she felt numb. Good, it seems my body has learnt its lesson.
“May I touch myself, Ma’am?” Lucian asked.
“No.”
Lucian shifted in his seat. “Yes, Ma’am.” He eyed Caitlyn and bit his lip.
Senna leaned back against the desk. Its lip squished the underside of her ass, lifting the muscle. She gave Caitlyn a smug look. “Slut, put your mouth to use and suck me off.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
Caitlyn went to kneel, but her body protested. Great… Try as she might, she couldn’t get herself to kneel. Her heart raced. Cold sweat clamed her palms. It was as if she were face to face with a wild animal. Which was ridiculous. It was just a cock.
“Caitlyn?” Senna lost her smug look. “What’s wrong?”
“N- Nothing. I’m… just stunned. By how big it is. Mistress.”
“Figured you’d be used to it by now.”
“How could I?”
Senna shrugged. “They are pretty wild, I guess. But that’s no excuse. Come on, on your knees before I lose my boner.”
“Yes, Mistress. Sorry, Mistress.”
Caitlyn bowed her head and forced herself to kneel. Whatever was happening to her, was just a sensation. Sensations alone couldn’t harm her, not when they came from something abstract. They could be ignored. So, she did.
Senna’s cock bulged her throat. It tasted earthy. Her balls rested against her chin, the size of baseballs. The tip bulged deep in Caitlyn’s gullet as Senna let out a husky moan. She ran her fingers through Caitlyn’s hair.
“Fuck… Hold it there. Just like that. So fucking good~”
Caitlyn did as she was told, ignoring her lungs’ demands for air. She felt Lucian’s gaze bore into her. This is as much a performance as it is a service. Caitlyn let herself gag and splutter for his sake. He puffed a wavered exhale as spit and tears streaked her face.
Senna groaned. A long, deep groan. It soared, peaked, and dwindled. She took a handful of Caitlyn’s hair. “Good girl. Good fucking girl.” She slapped Caitlyn lightly. “You like it, huh? Sucking me off. Being a little slut. Fucking whore. This what you’re made for, isn’t it?”
Caitlyn nodded. Not just because it’s what she should do, but because what Senna was true. She wasn’t an officer of the law in that moment. She was a whore, and whores were made for pleasure.
“Fuck her throat,” Lucian whispered. “Please, Ma’am.”
The lack of air made Caitlyn’s head spin, not that she complained.
“Bold of you to make demands,” Senna grunted and shifted her cock. “But yes, I think I will.”
Senna drew her cock back, allowing Caitlyn a brief gasp of air before plugging her throat again. Slowly, they repeated the process. She never committed to a rhythm or any sort of pulse. Sometimes Caitlyn would fight for the next breath, and sometimes she’d need to take it before she’d finished the last. It was as if Senna treated it like a fight, and was testing her opponent’s reflexes.
Lucian tapped his foot. His cocked bulged through his pants, clear as day. Although, it didn’t seem all that big.
Senna plugged Caitlyn’s throat, sighed, and smiled. “Get your cock out, Lucian. Show Mommy how much you love watching her use sluts.”
“Yes, Mommy! Thank you!” Lucian frantically undid his trousers. His cock sprung out. It looked to be about three times smaller than Senna’s. He stroked it patiently, working the tip with his thumb.
“Don’t you cum, baby boy.”
“I won’t, Mommy. I promise.”
“Good boy.” Senna stroked Caitlyn’s hair. “Now, as for you. Let’s give that pretty little mouth a proper fucking, shall we?”
Caitlyn nodded. Senna grinned, and her eyes pulsed with green light.
Senna showed Caitlyn’s throat no mercy. Each rapid thrust rocked her body. Her balls slapped Caitlyn’s chin, wet with sweat. Spit foam bubbled from her nose and the corners of her mouth. She gagged, for Lucian’s sake, and made herself moan; or rather, gargle. Senna had quickly settled into a steady rhythm, making breathing a breeze. It all felt like riding a bike. So easy, she didn’t even have to think.
Only, her thoughts didn’t wander. Nor, did her mind go blank. Senna’s cock, the way it rammed down her gullet, and filled her mouth, and hurt; it filled Caitlyn’s mind. It became Caitlyn’s whole world, and it was terrifying. It shouldn’t have been. It wasn’t. But, for some stupid reason, it was. It made her feel powerless. Utterly robbed of agency. While Senna’s cock filled her throat, she had no control over her situation or body.
That should have been exhilarating. But it wasn’t. Why? Why wasn’t it? She was a whore. Whores are supposed to love cock. They’re supposed to be sex-addicted, brainless drones who live to suck and fuck cock. They are. They are. She was a whore. She was.
Tears streaked down Caitlyn’s face. She gagged as her throat clenched of its own accord. A whiny gargle forced its way around Senna’s cock as her face scrunched up. What am I doing? Am I… Am I crying? Why? I have nothing to cry about.
Senna and Lucian froze. “Caitlyn?” Senna asked.
Caitlyn fought to stop. Her stupid body was ruining everything again. It was killing her Mistress’s mood. She couldn’t let that happen. She couldn’t!
“She’s crying,” Lucian said.
“No shit.” Senna pulled out and took a step back, eyes wide.
Caitlyn slapped herself. Stop! But she didn’t. The sobs poured out of her, draining her strength. She hunched over, clutching her belly as it clenched with the sobs.
Lucian shot to his feet, hastily buckling his trousers. “I- I’ll go get Ahri.”
“No,” Caitlyn whispered.
“Y- Yes. Yes, Ahri. Get Ahri! Now!” Senna knelt and took Caitlyn by the shoulders. “What’s wrong? Caitlyn, did I do something? Did I hurt you?”
Lucian ran off to ruin everything.
“NO!” Caitlyn screamed.
Senna flinched. Lucian ground to a halt. They gawked at her.
“Not Ahri… Please, if she sees me like this, sh- she’ll make me stop. I’ll fail. I don’t want to fail. I can’t. I promised.” Another round of sobs forced their way out.
“Okay okay, no Ahri.” Senna shot Lucian a nervous glance. “Let’s get you somewhere more private. Okay?”
Caitlyn nodded and allowed herself to be led away.
***
Senna and Lucian’s bedroom was as simple as the rest of the stronghold. Bare, stone walls. A small window overlooking a sheer plunge to a restless sea. Practical candle holders fixed on either side of a standard, oak door. One double bed with thin sheets, shallow pillows, and a bare-bones mattress. It was a room for sleeping, and little else.
It reminded Caitlyn of her academy barracks. They too had been barebones and utilitarian. The memory of them made her sick.
Caitlyn sat alone in the bed, hugging her knees, sheets tucked under her chin. Her body didn’t want to be seen, and she hadn’t the strength to deny it. At least she’d stopped sobbing. That she would control.
“Do you, uh, want something to eat?” Senna asked.
Senna stood in front of the doorway, like a student summoned to the principal’s office. She was dressed again, if somewhat sloppily. The black mist that billowed from her body hugged her. It veiled her form.
“No thank you, Mistress.”
Senna winced. “You don’t have to call me that. Especially not now.”
“I should. It’s the proper thing to do.”
“It isn’t. I’m telling you not to.”
Caitlyn hugged her legs tighter. “Okay. Sorry.”
“Shit, no… I didn’t mean to…” Senna sighed and glanced at the door.
Lucian had left to fetch Caitlyn's clothes. It wasn’t necessary. She didn’t need clothes to fuck them, but when Senna had given Lucian the order, Caitlyn hadn’t been in the right state of mind to tell them that.
“Look, are you sure you don’t want me to get Ahri? I’m not equipped for this sort of thing. This isn’t the sort of thing I’m good at.”
“You don’t need to do anything except lay on you’re back. I’ll ride you, and Lucian if you’d like.”
“Hun, I don’t think you’re in the right state to be having sex right now. It’s nothing to be ashamed of. How long have you been going, like a day and a half? That’s more than most of us could handle.”
“I promised I would go all the way.”
“We all say that. When you’re high on all that euphoria it makes you say crazy things.”
“I can’t break a promise.”
“Sure you can. It’s just words.”
“I shouldn’t. It isn’t right.”
“Okay, again. Just words. It’s a stupid promise anyway.”
Caitlyn shook her head. She shouldn’t contradict her mistress, but her body demanded she speak up. “Promises are like laws. Break one and you spit in the face of everything it stands for.”
Senna rolled her eyes, but before she could respond, Lucian barged in. Huffing and puffing, he placed Caitlyn’s officer uniform on the end of the bed. Caitlyn shied away from it.
“I c- can’t wear that,” she said.
Lucian looked devastated. “These aren’t your clothes?”
“No, I’m sorry. Not anymore they’re not.”
“I can go back. What clothes do you want?”
“It’s okay. I’m here to serve you two. Clothes would just get in the way.”
“No way. Not while you’re like that.”
“Do I displease you? I can be better. To suit your needs.”
Lucian took a step back. “Senna, I think she’s cracked.”
“Not yet. She’s on the way though,” Senna said.
“Evelynn’s work?”
“Evelynn behaves around Ahri. Besides, Evelynn breaks her toys. She doesn’t leave them like this.”
“Then what? Too much sex, not enough rest?”
“Maybe.”
“No, it can’t be. Remember Seraphine? When she cracked, she became completely unresponsive. Caitlyn’s still talking and aware of her surroundings.”
Senna grunted and nodded. She eyed Caitlyn’s uniform. Her eyes widened. “Caitlyn, why don’t you want to wear your uniform?”
This was stupid. They were interrogating her when they should have been fucking her. But it wasn’t her place to say that, no matter how much her body wanted her to.
“I’m not worthy of it anymore,” Caitlyn said.
“So you’re a cop? This isn’t a roleplay outfit?”
“Of course it is,” Lucian said. “Look at it. What sort of cop dresses like that?”
“The ones in Piltover…” Caitlyn said.
Lucian ran his fingers through his dreads and dodged her eyes. “Oh. Right.”
Caitlyn hunkered down. “We shouldn’t talk about this. We’re not meant to. It’s against the rules. We should just fuck. Please let me pleasure you.”
“Why aren’t you worthy of your uniform anymore?” Senna gained an edge to her voice.
“I can’t say.”
Senna approached the bed, looming. “Answer my question, Caitlyn.”
“We’re not supposed to talk about our outside lives.”
Senna’s eyes burned, radiating green light. “Why aren’t you worthy?”
Caitlyn held her head. “Please, please don’t upset Mistress Ahri.”
The black mist raged, twisting and snapping, ballooning like a storm cloud. “You will tell me. Now.” Green light flashed inside the mist.
“Because I… I…” Caitlyn fought words. She couldn’t say them. If she did, they became true.
“NOW!”
“Because I broke the law!”
The black mist retreated. Senna’s eyes returned to a gentle glow. She cocked her head. “What?”
“Public indecency. Conduct unbecoming of an officer. Sexual misconduct. If any of my superiors discover what I did with Mistress Ahri in that inspection room, they’ll strip me of my badge. As they should. I’m a criminal.” Tears flowed again. “All the people that used that room after us… If they knew what had gone on in there they’d be disgusted.”
“Did you, uh…” Lucian glanced at Senna, who shrugged. “Did you clean up after yourself?”
Caitlyn sniffled. “Y- Yeah.”
“Then what’s the harm?”
“I broke the law.” Caitlyn shook her head. “I- I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have spoken to you like that, Master Lucian. Please forgive me. I’m such an idiot.”
Lucian sat on the side of the bed, smiling. Despite suffering such an insult. “You’re not an idiot, Caitlyn.”
“I am. I’m an idiot whore who couldn’t control the stupid urges of her body.”
“Well, I’m sorry, but I have to disagree. You didn’t do anything wrong.”
“I did.”
“Why is stealing wrong, Caitlyn?”
Caitlyn blinked. “What?”
“Hear me out. Why is it wrong?”
“From a store?”
“Sure.”
“Because the owner paid for the product. When someone steals it from the store, the owner can’t sell it. They’ll lose money. Money which they need to provide for themselves and their family.”
“Okay, but let’s say the thief replaces what they stole with exact replicas. The owner can still sell it. No money is lost. No one goes hungry.”
“It’s still stealing. If the thief had exact replicas they wouldn't need to break the law. Breaking the law is wrong. It’s always wrong to break the law. Always.”
“Because breaking the law hurts people?”
“Yeah…” Caitlyn avoided his eyes.
“But no one was hurt.”
“… Yes they were.”
“Who?”
“Th- The shop owner?”
“But he didn’t lose money.”
“Then the customer. What if they wanted the product the thief stole?”
“They can buy the replica. It’s exactly the same.”
Caitlyn found herself lost for words. Her mind rummaged through the scenario. Someone had to have been hurt. It was a crime. Crimes hurt people. Maybe it hurt someone down the road? Or hurt someone without them knowing? Maybe-
“You cleaned up after yourself, right?”
“Huh? Oh, yeah. I did.”
It had something to do with violating. But Caitlyn couldn’t pinpoint what exactly. It was an abstract harm, a-
“So if someone used the room after you, they have no way of knowing what you’d done?”
“Yes.”
“So, where’s the harm?”
The pieces connected in Caitlyn’s mind. She beamed. “It’s a violation! The thief violated the owner’s privacy by taking something from his private property without permission, doubly so if he broke in. The product is his property. He has a right to decide who to give it to.
“Same goes for the inspection room. A suspected criminal who is being forced to comply with a search has a right to a room that hasn’t been used for sex. It’d be like if someone fucked in your bed without you knowing. There’s no physical harm done, but it still violates your autonomy.”
Senna scoffed. “And a forced search doesn’t?”
“That’s a necessary evil. It keeps people safe.”
“People shit in public bathrooms. Doesn’t that violate my autonomy to use a clean public bathroom?” Lucian asked.
“No, because you can choose not to go in. Bathrooms are made for shitting. When you go into one, you go in knowing that someone had probably shifted there.”
“Do you use anal cavity searches when searching people?”
“Sometimes. But that’s not the same as sex.”
“It’s pretty close,” Senna said.
“But it’s not the same. There’s no cum involved. No juices. No sweat.”
Lucian sighed. “But Caitlyn, you didn’t hurt anyone.”
“It doesn’t matter. I violated the autonomy of others and the sanctity of the space.”
“The sanctity of a fucking inspection room. Oh no,” Senna said.
“And so you’re a criminal for that?” Lucian asked.
“I am.”
“And reducing yourself to a robotic, sex machine is an appropriate punishment? Do you deserve to break your mind because you violated the abstract notion of some imagined person’s autonomy? Caitlyn, what you’re doing is like whipping yourself because you littered. Isn’t justice meant to be about proportionate punishment? Because this isn’t it. You don’t deserve to be miserable because of one mistake.”
The hairs on the back of Caitlyn’s neck stood on ends. “B- But, I… the law… what about… but, the autonomy…”
Luian shuffled across the bed. He took her hands into his and looked into her eyes with a gentle tenderness. “If a thief steals a book, should he never be allowed to read again?”
Those words. They drove a steak through Caitlyn’s resolve. It shattered, falling to pieces, peeling away like the shattered shell of a hardboiled egg. Piece by piece, she was freed of its weight until she was light enough that her smile was no longer weighed down.
“I can be both, can’t I? I can be an officer and a whore.”
“Hun, you can be whatever you want,” Senna said.
“As long as I admit to my superiors what I did, and serve their punishment, justice has been served.”
“Let the law decide your punishment,” Lucian said. “You’re not the law, are you, Caitlyn?”
Caitlyn’s smile broadened. “I’m not. No one is. The law is bigger than any one person.” She broke out in laughter. Happy tears streaked down her cheeks. “Gods, what was I thinking? I’m such an idiot!”
Lucian chuckled. “Yeah, just a little.”
Caitlyn threw her arms around him and buried her face into his chest. It was hard with muscle and warm as a radiator. “Thank you.”
Stiffly, Lucian patted her back. “Uh, you’re welcome.”
“So you’re all good now?” Senna asked.
“Perfect. Better than perfect! I feel… I feel brand new!”
“Let’s get you back then. We’ll tell Ahri you made us both cum without faltering. She has to take our word on it. Outside the mansion, she has very little power.”
“Don’t you dare.”
Senna sighed. “You don’t gotta pleasure us. It’s okay.”
“I know, because…” Caitlyn took a deep breath and sat up tall. “We’re here to pleasure each other, and ourselves. You’re both not leaving here without making me cum at least twice.”
Lucian laughed. “Yes, Ma’am!”
“Lucian,” Senna hissed.
“Oh come off it, honey. Look at her. She’s sincere.”
“She was just bawling her eyes out and rocking back and forth not ten minutes ago. She shouldn’t fuck anyone for a while, let alone me.”
Caitlyn shrugged. “You can watch instead if you want.”
“Excuse me?”
“Lucian says he wants to fuck me. If you don’t want to join in, I won’t force you. I just figured you might want to watch it. That way you can still be involved.”
Senna crossed her arms. “Lucian isn’t going to fuck you. Isn’t that right?”
“Well…” Lucian grinned sheepishly. “We did agree that anyone is fair game during the weekend with Ahri. I reckon that includes Caitlyn.”
Caitlyn leaned her head on Lucian’s shoulder. Stroking his chest, she gave Senna an evil grin. “Don’t worry, I’m quite experienced. He’ll have a great time.”
“Oh please,” Senna snapped. “With your tiny tits and skinny hips you couldn’t make him cum in less than an hour, tops. I know every inch of the man. I could make him cum ten different ways before you could even get him hard. In fact, move over.” Senna threw off her cloak and started undoing the buttons of her tunic. “I’ll show you just how out of your depth you are, you little slut.”
Caitlyn giggled, slipped out from beneath the covers, and lay on her back. “I think Lucian wants my pussy first. Don’t you, Lucian?”
Lucian raised his hands and chuckled. “Ladies please, there’s no need to fight.”
“No, you fuck her pussy.” Senna slid off her pants, releasing her cock. “Show her how unequipped she is.”
Lucian hurried to undo his pants.
“I could make him cum before you get so much as a tip inside his ass,” Caitlyn said.
“You won’t make him cum by the time I come back with lube. He’s a cock whore. Pussy alone won’t be enough. Especially not yours.” Senna snapped on her heels and marched away, violently taking off her bra and panties.
The moment the door slammed shut, Lucian pounced on Caitlyn. Giggling, Caitlyn accepted him with open arms. They locked lips, hands exploring, as Lucian eased inside her.
“Fuck~ How are you this tight after so many cocks?” Lucian pumped Caitlyn’s pussy with a hungry pulse.
“Because I’m perfect.”
Caitlyn kissed him. He tasted like cock. The thought of a man gagging on one of the monster cocks Caitlyn had handled, awoke something within her. A surge of feral energy. She wrapped her legs around Lucian’s waist. With a twist, she threw him onto his back.
Lucian looked up at her, mouth open, eyes wide. A submissive look that practically begged for a good fucking. Caitlyn slipped free of his cock, tore his pants off and pushed his thighs down flat beside his torso. She mating pressed him like an out-of-control machine. Fast. Efficient. Uncompromising.
Pitiful moans escaped Lucian’s moans, submissive whimpers and delicate groans flavoured by the bass of his masculine voice. Something about a man moaning like a girl drove Caitlyn wild. She fucked him good. So good, she struggled to compose herself. She moaned with him, plagued by quivers.
However, no matter how good she fucked Lucian, he refused to cum.
“Cum for me, Lucian!” Caitlyn cried.
“S- Sorry, I’m not close yet!” Lucian’s moans made him near incomprehensible.
Laughter shattered Caitlyn’s concentration. Lucian slipped out of her, and her balance abandoned her. As the mattress slapped her side, Caitlyn saw Senna in the doorway, lubing up her cock.
Senna tossed a huge bottle of lube to Lucian. “Lube up, babe.”
Lucian fumbled the bottle. “Y- Y- Yes, honey.” Fighting for a breath, he scrambled to retrieve the lube.
“Hold on, I’m not done,” Caitlyn said.
“You’re done when I say you’re done.” Senna marched up to the end of the bed. “Keep me hard while he gets ready. Suck my balls.”
Caitlyn huffed. “If you wanna stay hard, fuck me. Otherwise, you’re on your own.”
“As if I’d soil myself with you. Look at him. He deserves the best. You want my cock, slut? Behave, and you might get his sloppy seconds once I make him cum.”
“He deserves as much pleasure as possible, right?”
“Of course. And he won’t get it from-”
“Let him fuck me while you fuck him.”
“What? No. How dare you-”
“Lucian, does that sound good to you?”
Lucian paused. He was naked, on his back, legs spread as he lubed the inside of his shaved asshole. He gave Senna a shy smile. “Yeah. It does.”
Senna rolled her eyes. “Unbelievable. You’re both such sluts.”
Lucian’s cock twitched and Caitlyn felt a twang in her gut. How had she ever forgotten the bliss of degradation? It made her feel all bubbly inside.
“Says you,” Caitlyn said.
“Me? Oh please, I’ve heard the stories about you. Illaoi practically reduced you to a living cock sleeve. I topped her. That’s the trick you know. She’ll let you take control if you’re bold enough. Not you though. No you fucking liked being used like that, didn’t you? Fucking whore.”
Caitlyn’s insides melted. Like an uncaged animal, she pounced on Lucian, pinned his wrists above his head, and slammed his cock back inside her. Lucian laughed, but she put a stop to that with a savage kiss.
“You bitch!” Senna said. The bed shifted as she mounted it.
Caitlyn didn’t give her the courtesy of waiting. She ground her hips, massaging the tip of Lucian’s cock inside her pussy. His cock hardly made a ruin of her like some of the monsters she’d taken. It was nice, though. Admirable. An underdog holding his own in an arena of giants.
A slap cracked her ass. It burned wonderfully.
“Hmph, I suppose you’ve got enough for a decent jiggle.” Senna spread Lucian’s legs. “Ready, baby boy?”
Lucian muffled a yes from underneath Caitlyn’s sloppy kisses. His eyes bulged. Their kiss broke and a primal moan escaped his lips. Caitlyn felt his stomach bulge against hers as his cock went limp inside her.
“Hey, no fair,” Caitlyn said.
“You can get him hard again. Well, you could, if you were more than a second-rate, amateur whore.”
Normally, she would have just asked Lucian what he liked. But, Lucian wasn’t home anymore. Eyes rolled back, mouth hung open, he was for all intents and purposes, dead to the world.
An idea struck Caitlyn. Caressing his waist and hips, she sucked on his dark brown nipples. It hardened against the flicks of her tongues, and each caress made his cock twitch. Just as she was starting to make progress, Senna started fucking him. Each slow, extended thrust undid all of her work.
Caitlyn lifted her head. “You’re doing that on purpose.”
“Shut up, slut.”
“Fucking bitch.”
“Whore.” Senna slapped her ass again.
Caitlyn melted. With a moan, she settled back into sucking Lucian’s nipples. Even if it didn’t make him hard, it added spice to his moans. They peaked when she applied pressure, and pitched. Also, his body felt amazing.
A lot of her partners were athletic so far, but they were women. For some reason, it was different with a man. It shouldn’t be. Muscles are muscles. And yet, it was. Lucian didn’t have curves to explore or squishy bits to grab. His hips were narrow, and he was all muscle, little fat. However, broad shoulders, powerful arms, and rock-hard pecs were just as wonderful. Caitlyn lay on his chest, sucking his nipples, basking in the masculine power of his body.
When his cock slipped out of her, she let it be. Obviously, she couldn’t pleasure him better than Senna. Senna probably knew him like the back of her hand. She’d known that from the start. The competition had been to get Senna riled up, and well, she was riled up.
Senna fucked Lucian slow, yes, but hard. Really hard. As if she wanted to break him just to get back at Caitlyn.
While Lucian moaned and groaned, Caitlyn watched Senna’s cock come and go from his ass. If only that were her ass, or pussy. Or even her mouth. Senna had such a pretty cock. Sure, it was big, but it was also veiny. The monster cock throbbed as it fucked, bulging, reminding Caitlyn that if it so chose, it would ruin her.
Still lying on Lucian’s chest, Caitlyn gave Senna a submissive look. “You’re so impressive, Mommy.”
Huffing and puffing, Senna smiled. “I am, aren’t I?”
“So big and powerful. I can’t compete with that.”
“You can’t.” Senna clenched her jaw and squeezed Lucian’s thighs. “You’re my bitch.”
“I am, Mommy.”
“Lay beside him. He’s close, I’ll have you next.”
Caitlyn couldn’t spot any twitches from Lucian’s cock, or a growth in his moans, but she took Senna’s word for it and lay beside Lucian. She spread her legs without needing to be told.
“S- Senna~” Lucian mumbled.
“Shhh. I know. It’s okay, come for Mommy.”
Lucian gave a weak nod and deflated. Cum exploded from his limp cock. The initial blast hit him in the face, while the weaker ones that followed glazed his chest and abs. Senna pulled out, wiped her brow, and set her sights on Caitlyn.
Caitlyn bit her lip, staring at the glistening, slick cock. “Can I have it in my ass, Mommy?”
“No.” She spat on Caitlyn’s pussy. “I’m going to breed you.”
“Yes, Mommy.”
Senna wasted no time, not even to catch her breath. She seized Caitlyn’s hips and penetrated her. The monster cock buried deep, ramming her cervix. It hurt like hell, and made her squirt instantly.
Senna’s stern, serious look shattered. Her hands flew to her mouth, and her glowing green eyes lit up as she stifled a laugh. “Are you serious? That’s all it took?”
Caitlyn’s spinning mind forbids her from forming words. Instead, she grunted and shrugged.
Senna ground her hips. A quarter of her cock wasn’t inside her. “Mmmm, so fucking tight. And after all those cocks? No wonder everyone makes such a fuss over you.”
“Amazing, huh?” Lucian asked, breathlessly.
“Understatement of the fucking century.”
Senna fucked Caitlyn into the bed. With both knees to the left of her head, ankles crossed, Caitlyn gazed desperately into Senna’s eyes. Her cock dominated her. It owned her. Every inch, inside and out. For a few blissful minutes, Caitlyn belonged solely to Senna and Senna alone.
And then Senna came. She collapsed in a puddle on top of her, gasping as wave after wave of hot cum filled and overflowed Caitlyn’s pussy.
“F- Fuck,” Senna said. “Sorry. After him, I guess I just… He was… You’re both so…”
Caitlyn giggled. “It’s okay, silly. No one’s perfect.”
“Once you’re done, I’ll…” Senna’s eyes drooped. Their glow dimmed. “I’ll make it up to you…”
Caitlyn touched her lips, and kissed her forehead. “I look forward to it. Now, get some rest. After everything you’ve done for me, you’ve earned it.”
Senna smiled, nodded, and rolled onto her back, passing out. As Lucian cuddled up to her, Caitlyn collapsed with a sigh. She was exhausted in the best way possible. The sort of exhuation that drained everything from you in the moment, but promised to rebuild you stronger than ever after.
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