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Outside her bedroom, a lightning strike had cracked the sky in two, the bright flash briefly illuminating each and every surface and zapping through Caitlyn’s dream like a bullet through a bubble.
She’d barely opened her eyes when she heard the thunder chasing after it, a booming rumble so loud she had to sit up to make sure it wasn’t an earthquake.
A glance at the window immediately quashed the idea: Caitlyn could clearly see Piltover’s many distant skyscrapers disappearing into the grey clouds above, their gloomy darkness promising nothing but rain for the rest of the day.
Caitlyn looked down to the passed-out woman beside her, entirely oblivious to the epic weather events happening beyond the walls. The stars could literally be falling through the ceiling and Caitlyn was sure Vi would barely move an inch.
Reminiscent of a locomotive, Vi’s snoring was giving the thunder a run for its money. Her position was certainly not helping. Caitlyn always warned her that it could lead to spinal pain, but no matter how many times they fell asleep like a couple of spoons in a cutlery drawer, somehow, Vi always ended up lying belly-up in the morning.
But Caitlyn didn’t mind. Not when the sight she woke up to every day was this beautiful.
A shiver wracked Caitlyn’s naked, exposed body, and she quickly swooped back under the covers and into Vi’s side. Skin to bare skin, the warmth quickly spread through the Sheriff and she sighed into Vi’s neck, planting lazy kisses all over the industrial design tattooed there while she inhaled her natural scent of salt and iron.
She couldn’t blame Vi for sleeping in. She must be exhausted, what with all the work she’d put in last night.
Caitlyn smiled into Vi’s collarbone as she recalled the recent events. They’d waited until the evening to test out the upgrades; Caitlyn had them installed mere hours after she’d heard of the breakthrough in Hextech research.
Those scientists that had taken their talents to the sex toy market had finally done it. A strap-on that not only stimulates the wearer as though it were the real thing, but reacts to an orgasm in exactly the same way.
At first, Caitlyn wasn’t sure if it was worth the hefty price tag. But after last night’s debauchery, she would happily sell her soul for it.
Vi had been behind her, the mattress sinking beneath her knees while Caitlyn was bent over in front, gripping the pillow for dear life. Around her tiny waist were Vi’s hands, making it seem even more miniscule in her grip.
Effortlessly, Vi had been pulling Caitlyn back and forth onto her strap, like she was nothing but her personal cock sleeve: just as Caitlyn had asked. After some time, she heard Vi’s moans pitch high like they always did in the moments before climax; her thrusts turned shallow and desperate.
Through the staggered panting, Caitlyn had heard Vi trying to form a sentence. “Cait… please, can I- hah… please…”
As adorable as it was to hear Vi’s inability to even speak while she was this deep, whatever it was Vi needed, Caitlyn wanted to hear her ask before she could give it to her.
“Use your words, darling,” she’d purred, briefly looking back to watch her girlfriend’s geometric yet curvy silhouette fuck her from behind. It was too dark to see her face, but Caitlyn had seen her in this state enough times to know what she looked like. Wide-eyed, open-mouthed, utterly stunning.
Then Caitlyn’s head was forced into the pillow once more as Vi buried herself fully within her. She drove her hips down and leaned over, words hot and heavy against the shell of Caitlyn’s ear as she asked, no, begged.
“Can I cum inside you?”
The desire in her voice; it was like Vi had never wanted anything more in her life. And once she granted her permission, a series of unladylike noises escaping her throat as Vi filled her to the brim, Caitlyn wasn’t sure if she’d ever want anything more ever again.
Even the memory of it was making Caitlyn feel feverish. She was kissing Vi’s neck with vigor now, as though it might provide some relief to the dull ache at the part of her where her body split.
She’d have to wait for Vi to be awake to ask for what she really wanted. At least, that’s what Caitlyn thought until she spotted a movement in the corner of her eye.
The duvet further down had been pitched up ever so slightly, like someone had tried to build a tent but gave up halfway. Caitlyn paused nipping at Vi’s neck for a moment, slowly trailing her hand down the cobblestones of Vi’s solid abdomen, then through the jungle of coarse hair between her navel and her crotch until finally, the unmistakable weight of the strap was in her palm.
Of course, she’d kept it on. It wasn’t an uncommon occurrence: sometimes, Vi just couldn’t be bothered to remove it before she succumbed to exhaustion. Other times, especially during these cold Winter months, Caitlyn liked to keep all of Vi warm while they slept.
But Caitlyn knew neither scenario was the case. A cheeky smile spread across her lips as she remembered Vi calling out to her before she got in the shower last night. A request to be woken-up in the best way possible.
Slowly, Caitlyn slipped beneath the duvet, trailing a line of wet kisses down Vi’s chest. She didn’t normally do this; Vi’s natural taste would forever be her preference.
It had taken her many months to even agree to these more compromising acts. For a long time, Caitlyn seized control in every aspect of her life, from the Council chambers to the bedroom.
But with Vi, something had changed. Caitlyn couldn’t be satisfied with just using Vi as her plaything, as she had treated her former partners. No, Vi was different. She wanted something more.
It wasn’t just her raw power. Although Caitlyn did certainly appreciate that. She lingered a while at Vi’s core, running her tongue through the divots between each muscle.
Vi was patient with her. Even on the nights early into their relationship when Caitlyn froze up, unable to relinquish the authority that had been placed on her from birth, Vi was always there to comfort her, stroke her back, comb her hair. Vi was always willing to try again.
Now, Caitlyn couldn’t even imagine always being in charge. Not when Vi had so eagerly accepted the role Caitlyn allowed her to step into, mastering it so well that Caitlyn not only didn’t mind allowing herself to be vulnerable, she craved it.
The faint blue glow of the Hexstrap illuminated the darkness beneath the sheets, allowing Caitlyn to expertly navigate the beautiful expanse of Vi's torso even in the shadows. She nestled into a prone position between Vi's thighs that was familiar to her; but she had no rifle in hand, no target set for elimination.
The only thing she was sniping for right now was already close enough that she could smell the intoxicating musk of it. She watched the mystical runes dance along the shaft, not quite yet fully erect, but not far away.
Not that it would take Caitlyn long. Her tongue briefly parted her lips as she eyed up her prize, pupil dilating more and more with each of the many inches she admired. She exhaled slowly, just her warm breath alone already firming up the magical material.
She couldn’t wait any longer. She couldn’t even be bothered to tie up her hair; it spilled in deep blue waterfalls over Vi’s hips as she bowed down her head.
Bracing her fingers on the soft skin of Vi’s magnificent quads, Caitlyn gently took the tip into her mouth, suppressing a moan as she felt Vi stiffen even more. She was still asleep; even under the covers and the quiet pitter-patter of rain on the roof, Caitlyn could hear her snoring away.
But before long, all that was audible was the lewd noise of wet lips sliding and slurping, along with Caitlyn’s own needy sounds as she took more and more of the strap.
She knew Vi liked to call it her cock. And at first, Caitlyn had dismissed the notion. She’d been hesitant to wade too far into the waters of opposite-sex fantasies, but it hadn’t taken much convincing for her to come around to the idea.
Plus, it was Vi’s cock. That was the only reason Caitlyn could perform such vulgar acts for her. Her singular functional eye closed in tranquility when Vi started throbbing, hard enough to cut diamonds at this point.
It couldn’t have been anyone else, no. Caitlyn’s past lovers had been lucky if she ever let them touch her. Penetration had always been absolutely out of the question.
But with Vi, every boundary Caitlyn had rigidly defended had come tumbling down.
She still wasn’t entirely sure why. Maybe she appreciated having someone to lighten the load, to fuck the sense out of her after a long day of keeping Piltover safe.
Maybe she just liked seeing Vi so worked up. It was certainly a sight to behold; the woman who struck fear into the hearts of anyone stupid enough to challenge her, completely at her mercy.
She hoped she’d get to see that signature look on Vi’s face before she came. That devotion in her eyes, completely absent of any thoughts that didn’t involve Caitlyn. In those moments, if Caitlyn asked Vi to run out and rob the nearest bank, she’d do it in a heartbeat.
As if on cue, the duvet was suddenly peeled away, and Caitlyn could once more see the bedroom, and the naked girl lying above her.
Caitlyn lifted her head ever so slightly - only wanting to say good morning - but a firm hand landed upon soft blue locks and held her in place.
She was unable to contain the pleasured noise that resulted when Vi gently pressed her back down onto her shaft.
“Please don’t stop, Cupcake.”
Even after all this time, the pet name still made Caitlyn’s heart skip a beat every time she heard that rugged yet feminine accent say it.
And she loved how even the ill-mannered, foul-mouthed Zaunite she’d managed to tame always remembered to address her with respect.
Caitlyn watched Vi prop herself up on the pillows, one hand behind her head and providing an excellent view of that bulky bicep, while the other continued guiding Caitlyn’s mouth up and down the length of her cock.
Vi’s hair was still tousled from last night’s affairs: a shaggy red mullet poking out from behind broad shoulders while her jagged fringe scratched across her face. She was looking down at Caitlyn with a focused gaze: heavy eyelids revealing only silver half-moons, tired smile curling the scar in her upper lip.
She was gorgeous. The sight of her imbued Caitlyn with confidence, a need to satisfy her, and she pushed herself up enough on her hands to take the rest of Vi, the pair of them moaning in tandem when the tip bumped the back of her throat.
Caitlyn didn’t have her eyepatch on, but even without it, her sight was still half of what it used to be. She mourned her vision frequently, but times like this were perhaps when she missed it the most: what she would give to see with full clarity as Vi craned her neck back, the cool air condensing above her mouth as she whined in unrestrained want.
And what she wanted, Caitlyn was more than happy to provide. She kept her tongue pressed to the front of Vi’s shaft as she lovingly sucked her cock, the gap in her teeth scraping the back of it whenever she got too greedy. And she always did. She could do this all day if Vi would let her.
But that was not to be. Instead, she got the next best thing.
Beneath her, Caitlyn felt Vi shudder violently, strong fingers twisting into her hair as she was shoved down. Without the duvet between them, Caitlyn could hear Vi loud and clear as she cried out. It was like music to her ears, and she couldn’t help but echo it with her own satisfied groan as Vi flooded her throat with thick, artificial cum.
Once she was sure she was completely drained, Caitlyn made sure Vi was watching while she retreated back to the tip; committing the enamored look on Vi’s face to memory as she swallowed every last drop.
“Fuck, Cait…” Vi’s voice was raspy and dry.
She was entirely undone. And Caitlyn knew why. To the public, the Sheriff maintained a professional front: she was a cold, calculated leader. A member of a prestigious elite that was by all accounts, untouchable.
But here, under the cover of their shared bed; Caitlyn would reduce herself to a blushing, panting mess. Performing these filthy acts with such expertise, it was like she was made for it. All for only one woman. Her woman.
The swollen head of Vi’s cock separated from her lips with a wet pop. Caitlyn lifted her upper body up with one hand, using the other to rub the copious amounts of saliva and sparkly fluid off of her chin, swiping away the damp hair stuck to it. The look in her eye was devious: challenging Vi to comment further on her post-blowjob glow.
As expected, Vi seemed at a complete loss for words. “You sure that stuff is safe?” she managed after a while.
The fact that Vi was concerned about her wellbeing of all things made the butterflies in Caitlyn’s stomach flutter rapidly.
“Of course it is. I read all the relevant documentation,” she confidently explained, crawling up Vi’s chiseled body until she was atop her.
“You’re so smart, babe,” Vi breathed.
Caitlyn only kissed her, slick lips instantly wetting Vi’s, dry and chapped from open-mouthed sleeping. The fact that Vi didn’t mind where Caitlyn’s mouth had just been, her essence still lingering on her tongue, was enough to make Caitlyn swoon.
Vi’s hands found Caitlyn’s hips as if by muscle memory, guiding her into a straddling position atop her abdomen, which was soon drenched with liquid desire.
“Fuck, you’re soaking already,” Vi gasped between the breathless mixing of tastes.
Hungry hands were touching Vi everywhere: fingers dipping into the crimson mane atop Vi’s head, over the metal rings pierced through her ears, along the arch of her tattooed neck, and down the peaks of her breasts.
Caitlyn waited for Vi to pull away from the kiss, a goal which was achieved when she framed a nipple between two long fingers and Vi simply had to lay her head back.
“What did you expect?” Caitlyn teased, rubbing her thumb over the soft bud. “I love you.”
Caitlyn knew how easy it was to melt Vi into a puddle with the sappy stuff. Vi loved when that posh, uptight accent slipped into something more relaxed; still elegant, but dripping with lust. And like clockwork, the big tough brawler was blushing like a schoolgirl, the ink in her cheek spotlighted by a burning red.
“Thank you,” Vi muttered, pulling Caitlyn back down into a deep kiss. “I love you too.”
Even the scourge of Zaun knew manners were important. Caitlyn had been thorough when she’d taught her that.
Just so you're aware. When a girl makes you feel as good as I do, you should always speak nicely to her.
That was back when Caitlyn held all the power in their relationship. She certainly still called the shots; even their friends cracked the odd joke here and there about who ‘wore the pants’. But even though Caitlyn was the more dominant one in life, that didn’t mean she couldn’t enjoy submitting in the bedroom every now and again.
Like last night. Like this morning. Like what she wanted to do right now. Badly.
“I trust you enjoyed that,” Caitlyn whispered once they’d parted, smiling down at her girlfriend’s awestruck expression.
“Yes. Fuck yes, that was amazing.”
“Good. Now I want you to do something for me.”
“Anything,” Vi blurted out, eager as a puppy watching a ball being shaken. “Anything you want, princess.”
Caitlyn pushed her hips back as she lowered herself further towards Vi, a long finger drawling lazy circles into her chest.
“Do you remember last night?” she asked, her playful smirk soon mirrored by Vi’s as she recalled the messy lovemaking in question. “When you…”
She trailed off, uncharacteristically nervous to say it. Probably because it was so new. Probably because it was so dirty.
“Oh yeah.” Vi’s silver eyes were shimmering with anticipation. Something wet, warm and heavy twitched against Caitlyn's inner thigh, and she bit her lip once she realized what it was. “You wanna do that again?”
Thank the stars they were on the same page. Caitlyn would forever wonder how she got so lucky.
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