ALL NOVEL Camille
Orianna’s gears whirred. Her cock retracted inside her body. Silver steel slid into place, sealing the silver mound between her legs. Her iron tutu slid back into place.
“Your next partner is ready for you. I hope your strength recovers quickly. Intercourse with Camille tends to be physically demanding of the unenhanced human body,” Orianna said.
“It is? Why?” Caitlyn asked.
“Camille’s augmented body provides unending stamina that the unenhanced human body often fails to keep pace with.”
“Isn’t the same true for you?”
“Correct. I, however, receive pleasure from the act of intercourse itself. Camille receives pleasure from controlling her partner. She relishes in pushing participants to their limits, especially new participants.”
“So, she’s a dom?”
“Correct.”
Three sharp knocks rapped on the door.
“That is my final warning. I must depart. Goodbye, Caitlyn.”
“Goodbye.”
As Orianna headed for the doors, Caitlyn pondered what she’d said about this Camille person. She’d never reached her limits before. Ahri had come close. She’d left Caitlyn an utter mess in that inspection room. Even so, after a couple of minutes, her strength had returned. What would she look like after Camille was done with her? How would she feel? Would she even be able to feel? Would she even be conscious? Caitlyn’s hand wandered between her legs. She settled into the couch cushions’ gentle embrace against her bare back as she rubbed her clit. Would she even be able to touch herself after Camille had finished with her or would she be too sore? She slipped two fingers inside. The leftovers of Vi and Orianna’s orgasms slicked her fingers to the knuckle. Proof of their pleasure. Proof she really was a good girl. Would Camille fill her too or would she cum somewhere else? Would she call her a good girl? Caitlyn hoped so. A little part of her hoped she’d call her something else. Something meaner.
Camille couldn’t have arrived sooner. She rounded the couch and loomed over Caitlyn, eyebrow arched. Caitlyn stopped her fingering and gawked. Camille’s legs were blades from the knees down. She stood on their fine points, as if perpetually on the tips of toes. The rest of her legs were made of black metal from knee to hip. Above the knee, her thighs widened massively to meet hips wider than her already broad shoulders. From the waist up, she was all flesh. A grey and black skin-tight body suit clung to her toned torso, lean arms and sizeable breasts. The gold and copper trimmings, fashionable in Piltover’s business and political districts, adorned the body suit. Embedded in her chest, a diamond-shaped hextech crystal glowed bright blue. She had white hair tied back in an orderly, low-hanging bun. Long, angular features gave her a stern look even as she smiled, aided by a set of piercing eyes the same colour as her hextech crystal.
She was that Camille. The Principal Intelligencer of Clan Ferros. An elite agent of the law that strikes fear into the hearts of every underground criminal. The Steel Shadow herself. Who would have ever believed the pride of Piltover’s peacekeepers took part in orgies? Judging from what Orianna had said, this was far from her first time on top of that.
“You’re touching yourself,” she noted in a prim and proper accent.
“Oh, I’m sorry.” Caitlyn whipped her hand away. “Is that wrong?”
“So you weren’t doing it with any sort of intent then. Just mindless pleasure was it?”
“Uh- well, yeah, I guess.”
“I see.”
Camille looked her body up and down with an analytical look.
“You’re in shape.”
“I have to be for my job. I’m a-”
“Stop. We do not speak of our lives outside these walls.”
“I’m sorry.”
“You apologise quickly. Good.”
Caitlyn smiled. “Thank you.”
“From the look on your face, I assume you already know who I am.”
“I… yes, I do.”
“I’ll have your name then.”
“Caitlyn.”
Camille nodded. “A proper name. Well, Caitlyn, do you agree to continue or have two been enough? I’ll warn you now, I intend to test you. Make it past me and you’ll encounter those who will coddle you, especially as you weaken. I permit no such nonsense.”
Caitlyn couldn’t keep the dumb grin off her face. She sat up. “I want to continue. Not just with you but all fifty of you.”
“We shall see. Now, let’s lay a few ground rules for your behaviour, shall we? Don’t interrupt, save questions for after. First, you know my name but that does not mean you have permission to use it. From now on, you shall refer to me as mistress and only mistress. Is that understood?”
“Yes, mistress.” Simply saying the word twisted Caitlyn’s stomach into knots.
“Good. Second, you will do as I say, when I say it. No dawdling.”
“Yes, mistress.”
“Good. Third, you will not cum unless given express permission.”
“Y-Yes, mistress.” Caitlyn bit her lip.
“Stop that stammering, speak clearly or not at all.”
Caitlyn’s chest clenched. She took a deep breath and nodded. “Yes, mistress.”
“Finally, if you fail to follow my rules you will be punished.” Camille touched Caitlyn’s cheek with her palm. “A swift strike wherever I deem fit. Multiple strikes for violating rule three. Enough to sting but not enough to break the skin. I assure you, I’m quite practised, I’ll not wound you. Do you consent to this?”
“I do, mistress. I’ll do anything for your pleasure.”
Camille’s eyebrows raised and she blinked at her. “Ahri wasn’t exaggerating after all, it seems…”
“What did she say, mistress?”
“It doesn’t matter. Stand up. Let’s have a look at you.”
“Yes, mistress.”
Caitlyn hopped off the couch and stood, coming face to face with Camille’s chest. Caitlyn had to tilt her head to meet Camille’s eyes.
“You’re quite short aren’t you?” Camille began circling her, strutting on the tips of blades. Her eyes scanned every inch of Caitlyn’s naked body. Gloved fingertips traced the curves of her hips and the valley of her back.
“I think you’re just tall, mistress.”
“Perhaps.” Camille spread Cailtyn’s cheeks. The soft leather point of a gloved finger prodded her asshole. “Lots of resistance. You’ve never done anal before have you?”
What sort of person could tell that by a single touch? Caitlyn flushed. “I’ve used buttplugs mistress.”
“Big ones?”
“No, mistress.”
“As suspected. Very well, I’ll leave your ass alone then. You’re not ready for my size.”
“You can use my ass if you want, mistress. I don’t mind.”
“There’s a difference between being submissive and being stupid, Caitlyn. I want to believe you have some brains in that pretty head of yours. Stop giving me reasons to doubt that.”
“Yes, mistress.” She had a point. That was a stupid thing to say. “Sorry, mistress.”
“Very good.” Camille circled back in front of her. “You see these two latches?” Two copper latches secured two arching hinges that traced the V of her hips and groin.
“Yes, mistress.”
“Open them.”
“Yes, mistress.”
Caitlyn took hold of Camille’s enormous hips and flipped the latches with her thumbs. With a pop and a hiss, a metal plate fell away from her groin onto the carpet. Beneath was bare, pale flesh that travelled up and beneath Camille’s body suit. A pair of smooth, shaved balls and an unerect cock flopped out, as long and thick as a sausage, pale and uncircumcised. Camille turned around. Caitlyn stared at her ass, a set of wide, round cheeks, each bigger than her head.
No sooner than the desire to touch them entered Cailtyn’s mind, did Camille speak.
“You haven’t earned the privilege to touch that yet. Perform well and you will be granted permission. Now, unzip me.”
“Yes, mistress.”
Caitlyn reached for a zipper between Camille’s shoulder blades and unzipped it. Camille touched a button on her shoulder. Her armoured shoulder pads popped free of her body suit. She lifted them over her head and then shrugged out of the body suit. Black studs the size of cookies trailed down the valley of her back, starting between her shoulder blades and finishing between the dimples of her lower back. Rippling muscles flexed all along Camille’s back as she rolled her shoulders.
Camille turned around. Above her heaving breasts, the hextech crystal remained embedded in her chest. Glowing wires, like blue veins, spread across her collarbone and over her bulky abs, branching off like the roots of a tree.
“Do my augments frighten you?” Camille asked as she slipped off her gloves.
“No, mistress. I love them. They’re the pride of Piltover.”
Caitlyn’s head snapped to the side. She heard the crack of flesh on flesh and felt the sharp, biting sting. The world spun. Searing heat blazed on her cheek. Yet, she did not cry or scream. Instead, her heart fluttered, her groin quivered and a smile spread across her lips.
“We do not speak of the outside world, Caitlyn. You’ll do well not to forget again.”
“Yes, mistress. Sorry, mistress.”
“Get me erect. Stroke my cock. Fondle my balls. Suck on my breast. Now.”
“Yes, mistress!”
Caitlyn popped Camille’s fat nipple into her mouth. She pressed her tongue flat against it and it grew hard between her lips. Locking her eyes with Camille’s, she reached down, grasped her cock and cupped her balls. She stroked Camille’s length with long, slow strokes, squeezing her balls for the same duration as each stroke. Her cock throbbed into Cailtyn’s hand. Camile inhaled sharply and made a gentle, husky moan. Her cock grew hard and… no. No, it couldn’t be. Her cock started to grow but, she was already so big. How could a cock get any bigger? Soon, Cailtyn’s fingers failed to reach each other around the girth and each stroke began to take half a second longer. Caitlyn sneaked a look. Camille’s cock had almost doubled in length and girth. Caitlyn froze. Could she even take such a monster?
A slap across the ass buckled Cailtyn’s knees and split the air with a piercing crack. Caitlyn gasped and braced herself against Camille’s chest, removing her hands from Camille’s cock. Camille’s palm slammed her other ass cheek, rocking Cailtyn to her core. Her groin screamed, demanding pleasure. Caitlyn bit her lip hard.
“Did I ask you to stop?” Camille asked.
“N-No, m-”
A third slap cracked her ass in the exact same spot. The heat flared in throbbing pulses. Her legs trembled. It took every ounce of Cailtyn’s willpower not to plunge her fingers inside herself.
“Don’t stutter.”
Caitlyn swallowed. “Sorry, mistress. No, you didn’t ask me to stop.”
“No, I didn’t. However, I suppose you did achieve your objective.” Camille stepped back, leaving Cailtyn to struggle to remain standing. “Follow me.” She turned and strutted off across the room atop the points of her blades.
Caitlyn scampered after her, racing to keep up with her brisk pace. Each step flared the heat on her ass cheeks, making it harder and harder to resist the calling of her groin. It raged and ranted, demanding attention. The sway of Camille’s ass only worsened the problem yet, Caitlyn couldn’t look away for the life of her.
“You’ll not pleasure yourself without permission, is that understood?”
Caitlyn groaned. “Yes, mistress.”
Camille led her to a glass, sliding door along the back wall. She led Caitlyn through it, outside to the marble terrace surrounding the pool. The marble warmed the soles of her feet. The summer sun flushed her cheeks and lingered in her hair. A sea breeze chilled her skin, causing her nipples to stand on end. A tall fence encircled the space, blocking the windows of the surrounding houses. A small voice in Cailtyn’s mind wished the windows weren’t blocked. She ignored it. It must have been the dumb, horny part of her brain talking.
Camille crossed the marble, her blades clicking and clacking with each step. Several pool chairs were lined up along the poolside, each paired with an umbrella. Camille swatted an umbrella aside, removing its shade and lay on the pool chair. Her cock stood tall, twitching and throbbing.
“Get between my legs.” Camile spread her legs, revealing a pink, puckered asshole. “And eat my ass.”
“Yes, mistress.” Caitlyn hurried to get in between her legs.
On her hands and knees, at the foot of the pool chair, Caitlyn froze. The edge of Camille’s blades gleamed in the midday sun. Realising her mistake, Cailtyn braced for a slap but, cautiously relaxed as one didn’t come.
Camille smiled at her. “I wear a dull pair when I’m off duty. You’re perfectly safe so as long as you avoid the points. We wouldn’t want you taking an eye out, now would we?”
“N-No, mistress.”
“I’ll allow that one. Once. Now, get your tongue in my ass and be quick about it.”
“Yes, mistress!”
Caitlyn crawled in between Camille’s legs and lay flat on the foot of the pool chair. Camille’s cock towered above her head, standing without assistance. She took hold of it with one hand and supported herself on Camille’s smooth, steel thigh with the other and pressed her open mouth against Camille’s asshole. Soft and smooth, like a second pair of lips, Camille’s asshole kissed her back. Caitlyn prodded it with her tongue and it parted with little resistance. Its warm, wet walls hugged her tongue. It tasted salty, a stronger salt than cum, a wonderful taste.
Caitlyn got to work, plunging her tongue in and out of Camille’s ass as she stroked her cock. The urge to pleasure herself threw a tantrum, begging and pleading for attention. She pressed on, ignoring the nuisance. She would be a good girl, no matter what her body wanted.
Camille’s moans were all the encouragement. They weren’t very loud but, they were long and wavering. The sort of wavering that came unbidden.
“That’s it,” Camile grunted and arched her back. “Very good. Twist your hand as you stroke.”
Caitlyn twisted her hand once each time she stroked, up and down. Suddenly, Camile lurched forward and gasped.
“Oh, stop! Stop!”
Caitlyn started. She whipped her hand away from Camille’s cock as if it were a hit iron and sat up on her knees in a flash.
“Mistress?!”
“Fuck…” With her mouth hung open, Camille threw her head back. Her cock twitched, throbbed and bulged. Camille fought to catch her breath. “You almost made me cum,” she said sounding shocked.
“Oh…” Caitlyn sighed, relieved. “Sorry, mistress. I didn’t mean to.”
“No, it’s quite alright.” Camille met her eyes and smirked. “Get on my lap.”
Caitlyn giggled. “Yes, mistress.” She straddled Camille’s lap. Camille’s cock pressed flat against the valley of her back.
Camille snatched Caitlyn’s face into her grasp and buried her lips into hers. Soft, plump lips locked with Caitlyn in a long, hard kiss. Camille broke the kiss, gasped, and kissed her again. Caitlyn kissed threw her arms around Camille’s neck as she kissed her back. Their breasts pressed together. The hextech crystal pulsed hot against Caitlyn’s chest.
Camille broke the kiss and whispered with a clenched jaw. “Ahri was right, you are a lot of fun.”
“Thank you, mistress.” Caitlyn ran her hand through Camille’s white hair.
“And so polite and obedient.” Camille bit her lip and then nipped Caitlyn’s. “I’m going to ruin you,” she whispered against her mouth.
“Please do, mistress~”
“Get on my cock, now.”
“Yes, mistress.”
Caitlyn placed her hands beside Camille’s head on the pool chair as she leaned forward to raise her ass. Only once her back was parallel with the chair did Cailtyn feel the tip of Camille’s cock against her pussy. Camille steadied her cock and Cailtyn lowered herself onto it. Girth beyond reason stretched her beyond what ought to be possible. Immense length probed inside her, deep and deeper, past what Ahri had achieved and, impossibly, past what Orianna had achieved. Cailtyn’s ass met the steel and flesh of Camille’s groin as Camille’s tip pressed against something new; the end of Caitlyn’s pussy.
“Your cervix is that deep? It’s like you were made for this.” Camille seized her hips.
“Thank you, mistress.” Caitlyn’s voice trembled but she fought to not stammer.
“Ride me but don’t you dare cum.”
“Oh…” The very thought of moving tempted an orgasm. “Yes, mistress.”
Caitlyn had lifted her hips not even an inch before a shudder shot through her. “Oh, mistress it’s-”
A slap cracked her across the face and suddenly, she was looking to the side. “Did I say stop?”
“No, mistress.” Caitlyn moaned. Fire burned on her cheek. An ache throbbed in her jaw. A lazy grin spread across her face. She lifted her hips as far as she was able and lowered them again, getting into a crawling rhythm.
“That’s it. Nice and steady.” Camille squeezed her hips. “Ah, yes. Just like that.” She buried her face between Caitlyn’s breasts and squeezed both ass cheeks.
Pleasure crashed over Caitlyn again and again. With each reunion of pussy and groin, a mist of bliss fogged Caitlyn’s mind, muting sight, sound, smell and taste, leaving only touch and pleasure. She heard herself cry out with each departure of pussy and groin but never remembered doing so. She felt the sunlight on her back. She tasted the salt of the ocean breeze. She smelt the twin aroma of Camille’s sweat and lavender perfume. An orgasm teetered with every movement, threatening to spill over with each filling and emptying of Caitlyn’s pussy. Caitlyn fought a losing battle to keep it at bay. No matter how hard she concentrated, it edged closer with each rise and fall of her hips.
“Mistress, may I cum?” Caitlyn groaned.”
“No.” Camille nipped her nipple.
“Please… mistress, I can’t last much longer.”
“You will not cum and you will not stop. Is that understood?”
“Ohhh…. Yes… yes, mistress.”
Caitlyn began to tremble. First in her arms. She fell but, Camille caught her and held her up. She never stopped riding. Then it spread to her back. She would have slumped if not for Camille’s grip. She never stopped riding. Finally, it spread to her thighs. She fought desperately to ride but, try as she might, Caitlyn could rise only an inch off Camille’s groin. She sat on her cock, mind starting to melt, trembling with pleasure.
A slap cracked the side of her breast. Lovely tingles spread through her chest.
“Do not stop.”
“I’m trying, mistress… really…” Caitlyn strained and managed two inches before falling again.
She gazed up into Camille’s sharp glare, helpless in her lean arms.
“Don’t think you’ll escape your test so easily.” Camille slapped her.
Cailtyn’s ears rang. Her orgasm swelled right to the edge but Caitlyn mustered what little strength remained and fought it off.
Her hips rose. Not an inch. Not two. All the way. Camille lifted her hips right to the tip and slid her back down, slow and steady. Caitlyn pressed her forehead against Camille’s as she practically screamed out a gasp. She flung her arms around Camille and held her tight, squeezing, clenching to stop her orgasm. All that did was make Camille feel even bigger. She came the instant she made the mistake. Sweet relief flooded through Cailtyn’s body. Laughing, she rolled her eyes back and melted into Camille’s embrace as contraction after contraction gripped her pussy.
Camille tensed and gripped her tight. “Fucking hell…” she muttered, staying perfectly still inside her. Her cock twitched and throbbed.
Once her orgasm died and the world made sense again, Caitlyn found herself giddy with glee. Camille had promised a more severe punishment for breaking that rule. How would she look after? Her tits and ass, would they be red and raw? Would they throb with searing heat with each beat of her heart.? Would bruises linger? Please let there be bruises.
“What are you going to do to me, mistress?” Caitlyn asked, smiling.
Camille returned the smile. “I’ll give you ten strikes. The first five, you’ll serve standing up no matter how weak your legs are. If you remain standing, you’ll be permitted to rest on all fours for the next five.”
“And if I fall?”
Camille cracked her cheek with a lazy, yet no less powerful slap. Caitlyn’s head spun. She bit her lip and trembled.
“Do not interrupt.”
“Sorry, mistress.”
“If you fall, we’ll start over and you’ll serve all ten standing up.”
“Yes, mistress.”
“Get up.”
“Yes, mistress.”
Caitlyn watched Camille’s piercing, blue eyes follow her as she unmounted. They lingered on her breasts and ass and cheeks, on the patches of red amongst the cream. Their hunger alone would’ve made her weak in the knees, but combined with the already present trembling, it took everything not to crumble. Camille knew it. She did. With careful, graceful movements she eased herself into a sitting position. She lingered for a few agonising moments, grinning all the while. When she did finally stand, Camile began circling her, eyes trained on their targets. Her fingertips traced a circle around Caitlyn’s waist.
Camille meandered back in front of Caitlyn, eyes trained on her breasts, fingertips below her belly button. Her palm cracked the underside of Cailtyn’s breast. The sting forced a gasp. A jolt shot down her spine, buckling her knees. Caitlyn staggered. The ground rushed to meet her. She stuck her foot out and straightened her back. The ground froze.
“One,” Camille said.
Panting, Caitlyn straightened and stood proper. The moment her feet were side by side. A slap cracked the side of her ass. Heat raged on the skin’s surface and buried deep into the muscle. A moan escaped her lips.
“Two.”
The world spun. A slap cracked, faint as if against carpet. Heat burned her cheek. Someone moaned. It sounded like her but it couldn’t be. She hadn’t.
Sound sharpened.
“Three.”
As a fuzzy cloud cleared in Cailtyn’s head, Camille began another circle. Her blades clicked on the marble. Her fingertips traced Caityn’s waist. The clicking stopped. A slap cracked her ass in the exact same spot as before.
“Fuck!” Caitlyn cried out.
“Four.”
Heat blazed. She clenched her ass. Her legs threatened to betray her again. A slap cracked her tensed ass. The impact shook her, punching deep into her tense flesh. Caitlyn balled her fists and locked them to her side. She wouldn’t touch herself. She would obey.
“Five. You may get on all fours now.”
Caitlyn wanted to scramble onto the pool chair but, each step threatened to betray her. She took them slow and practically glided across the marble. Her knee pressed against the hard, polished wood of the chair. Composure became a distant memory. She scrambled onto the chair, getting onto all four.
“Eager, are we? Do you enjoy being punished?”
“I, uh-” Caitlyn sensed a trap. “No- I mean, yes, mistress.”
“Well, it’s not much of a punishment, is it then? Perhaps I must come up with something new.”
“No!”
A slap smashed her ass. Her arms buckled before she even had the chance to fight it. Warm, polished wood flattened her cheek.
“No, what?”
“No, mistress! Sorry, mistress!” All the heat started to brim tears in her eyes while a huge grin spread across her face.
“Why shouldn’t I? It’s not a punishment if you’re enjoying yourself.”
“You misunderstood me, mistress!” Caitlyn scrambled for words. “I… I don’t enjoy it, I only meant that I enjoy the reminders. Yes, the reminders! I enjoy the reminders! I love how the pain reminds me of my mistakes. They help me be obedient and to please you, mistress! Please, don’t stop. I’ve been bad, I need a punishment.”
Camille chuckle. She pressed her palm against Caitlyn’s raw and tender ass and rubbed a circle into the flesh. “I won’t stop, then. In fact, I’m going to make sure these next five hurt even more. Does that sound acceptable?”
“Will the skin break, mistress?”
Camille paused. “... Only if you want it to.”
“I… I don’t, mistress.”
“Then, no. The skin will stay in contact.”
Caitlyn looked back. Camille’s pale skin and white hair glowed golden under the midday sun. Caitlyn got back up onto all fours and presented her ass to Camille.
“I’m ready, mistress.”
“Keep your mouth closed, I don’t want you biting off that pretty little tongue.”
“Yes, mistress.” Caitlyn closed her mouth.
And a good thing too. The first crack of Camille’s palm rocked Cailtyn, forcing her to lunge. Every muscle in her body tensed and then screamed as one in a euphoric symphony of dull, throbbing heat. The second crack arrived quicker than the last, striking while the heat rose to it’s peak, phishing it even beyond. Caitlyn screamed a clenched, wavering moan as tears trickled. She needed Camille inside her again. Nothing mattered more. The third crack arrived as Cailtyn’s moan dwindled. Again, Cailtlyn lurched and again the heat rose but, Camille’s hand remained rather than slip away. It took a handful of Caitlyn’s throbbing ass, forcing her face back down onto the warm wood. Caitlyn could only muster a groan as she sunk further and further into bliss. The fourth dragged her to the surface. She screamed aloud, laughing and moaning as the heat soared.
“Close your mouth.”
“Yes, mistress~...”
Caitlyn closed her mouth. A wait ensued. The longest wait of her life. Her ass screamed for more heat. Her pussy screamed for cock. Her mind begged for pleasure. When it seemed like it’s never arrived, the fifth crack came. It slammed her with such force that it drove Caitlyn’s face further into the poolside chair. Her body gave out and, like a puppet without strings, Caitlyn slumped onto her side.
“Have you learned your lesson?” Camille asked, tracing a circle onto Caitlyn’s burning ass with a fingertip.
“Yes, mistress…”
“And what lesson would that be?”
Cailtlyn searched for words in her mind’s haze. “Only cum when mistress says to.”
“Good girl, that’s right.”
Cailtlyn’s heart swelled. A second wave of energy surged through her. Trembling, she got back onto all fours.
“You’re an eager thing, aren’t you?” Camille chuckled.
“I am, mistress. I need your cock.”
“Well, after that performance, I’d say you’ve earned it.”
Camille took hold of Caitlyn’s hips and lifted her ass, straightening her thighs. Her pussy quivered as Camille lingered, taking the time to knead her thumbs into her hips. When Caitlyn felt as if she were about to burst, Camille buried herself deep inside with one, swift stroke.
Caitlyn melted before she’d even been filled. Her arms gave out. The pool chair slapped her cheek. Her ass weighed on Camille’s grip. The grip tightened.
“You will not cum. Am I clear?” Camille asked, balls deep inside her.
“Yes, mistress.” Her voice sounded distant and soft.
“Very good.”
Camille’s cock shot back and slammed Cailtyn’s cervix all over again all in a single heartbeat. An assault of relentless, flurried thrusts plunged Caitlyn’s insides. They were not wild, nor chaotic. They were ruthlessly efficient like the perfect, rapid chugging of a train’s pistons. The poolside table rocked, creaked and bucked. Cailtyn’s pussy creamed, slapping with each blitzing thrust. Camille’s soft groin and steel thighs barraged Cailtyn’s raw ass, searing heat down to the bone.
There was no point resisting. To stop her orgasm would be to lift a mountain. Instead, she relished in the pleasure while it lasted and dreamed of the punishment to come. How many times would it repeat? Uninstructed orgasm after uninstructed orgasm? A barrage of ruthless slaps after ruthless slaps? It’d knock her out. She’d never make it to the end but, that was okay. If her run ended in total bliss and harmony, how could she complain?
Yet, it did not end. Her orgasm lingered but never rushed to escape. The door had swung wide open. Caitlyn hadn’t the energy to close it. Her orgasm could rush to freedom whenever it chose. It remained. It peaked its head into view as if to remind her it was indeed still a threat but never anything more. Caitlyn smiled to herself as she rode wave after wave of pleasure, free of any thoughts. How much time passed she couldn’t know before the twitch arrived.
A twitch in Camille’s cock broke the neverending stream of pleasure. Her cock froze, twitched again and then vanished. The world flipped and spun. The chair’s polished wood left her vision to press against her knees. Camille’s stern face and throbbing cock replaced it, hovering above her. Stroking her cock, Camille tiled back Cailtyn’s head and stuffed her cock down her throat. Caitlyn hadn’t even the energy to gag. Instead, through drooped eyes, she gazed into Camille’s stern stare. The instant Camille’s balls touched Caitlyn’s chin, sternness and strictness melted into euphoria. Camille cried out. Her head threw back. Her cock throbbed. Cum erupted down Cailtyn’s gullet. It filled her stomach, warming her from the inside out.
Camille shuddered and pulled out. Her cock hung before Caitlyn, limp and shiny with spit and all sorts.
“Thank you for my meal, mistress,” Caitlyn whispered.
Panting, Camille. “It… It isn’t the last I’ll give you. I swear it. I’ll not… not stand for this to be our last time. Am… Am I understood?”
“Yes… mistress.”
Caitlyn shuddered and collapsed onto her side. She accepted her state and lay there willingly. Residual cum leaked from the side of her mouth. Her ass, tits and face burned beautiful heat. Her insides, quivered and trembled as her muscles reformed and contracted back to their original state. Smooth, gentle summer sun painted her skin in a soothing calm. The sea breeze carried the calm within.
Camille crawled beside her onto the pool chair. Her lean, slender arms swaddled Caitlyn’s chest. Her breasts squished against Caitlyn’s shoulder blades. Her cock pressed against her lower back. Camille’s body radiated heat through Cailtyn’s, soothing her tender muscles and taming her blazing patches of raw skin.
For a moment, Caitlyn might have fallen asleep if it hadn’t been for three short, sharp knocks that rapped from within the manor.
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Apologies for last chapter's blurb, I got the chapter order confused. Seraphine is actually the next chapter this time haha