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Vi, sprawled out against sheets with an absurd thread count, bored, waits for her…wife.
It feels like all of it happened faster than Vi could even think to protest. She was one of the many sad sacks thrown into Stillwater after Noxus allied with Piltover, and Ambessa took an unfortunate liking to her. Ambessa has taken it upon herself to try and stamp out the bonfire behind Vi’s eyes, she supposes. The general should get in line.
Vi’s cut her losses – her predicament is fairly lucky, other people’s situations considered. She’s really just a trophy for Ambessa. The older woman hasn’t done much other than tug her around and keep her hovering around the palace grounds in too-thin clothing. Vi’s used to being ogled in a variety of ways from her pit fighting days, so that wasn’t all that much to get used to.
It’s times like now, though, when she realizes she can’t really feel her body all that much, either.
Today’s a better day than most – she’s not totally numb. She should probably want to roll all over these sheets more, their thread counts disgustingly high, but it doesn’t seem worth it. She feels cold. Somehow, her skin almost…itches, especially with the stupid lace panties that Ambessa picked out for her hugging her hips. Even her shirt, made of soft cotton and fitted nicely to her sculpted form, feels like it’s hugging her in every place she doesn’t want it to. But all of that is unimportant. She’s surviving. She’s getting through this. She’ll get through this –
Ambessa enters the room, startlingly gentle, yet Vi stiffens as she slips in.
“Hello, darling,” she sighs, sparing one extended look at Vi’s frozen form before padding further into their shared bed chambers. Vi doesn’t answer her, and instead looks away at a point of nothingness near the chamber doors.
“When I speak to you, I expect a reply, Violet.”
Vi rolls her eyes as hard as possible and indulges Ambessa’s request with a scoff. She doesn’t quite match Ambessa’s look, but the woman doesn’t even break in her momentum as she begins removing her jewelry to set it on the metallic tower atop her chest of drawers. Vi rolls over, looking to the other wall as she hears the fabric of Ambessa’s clothes shifting.
“Fix your attitude before I finish freshening up,” Ambessa says simply, and Vi hears a door open behind her that doesn’t close. She closes her eyes, Ambessa’s words floating away in her brain easily. What the fuck ever.
Vi vaguely registers a rush of water coming on…then later shutting off, and the air growing slightly wetter and warmer at her back. She swallows down a sigh as she hears footsteps approach behind her.
“You’re in a worse mood than usual.”
Vi shakes her head a bit. She’s always in a bad mood. Ambessa just isn’t particularly perceptive when it comes to her playthings. That’ll come in handy when the time is right.
Vi hears the sound of a drawer opening, and her gaze lazily tracks up to Ambessa after a long pause ensues. The elder is clad in absolutely nothing shy of a towel over her shoulder, and Vi blinks, blank-brained. She’s seen Ambessa naked before – the commander isn’t shy about her body – but she’s now looking thoughtfully into the drawer longer than she ever does at her night clothes. Without fanfare, she pulls out an ornate harness Vi has never seen before. Vi furrows her brows, and then –
“So am I. Urging you into the throes of pleasure will help us both.”
Vi snorts, more incredulous. “You wanna fuck the attitude out of me? Really?” she sighs, rubbing at her eyes in exasperation. “Right.”
“You’re free to stop me if you wish,” Ambessa says, her voice annoyingly light. “Have I ever gone against your desires in the bedroom?”
Vi swallows. Shrugs, and then… “...no,” she admits, reflecting on the first time Ambessa made a move.
Vi had stiffened then, gasped out a wait, no, so strangled it had barely sounded like her. Ambessa had done the exact opposite of what Vi assumed she’d do – she withdrew her hands with a nod and a simple I understand, and carried on with her nighttime routine, leaving Vi to regather her bearings.
The last few times have been clear nos as well, though Vi’s panic has lessened exponentially each time, realizing that Ambessa will back off with a simple push to her chest, a shake of Vi’s head, even an admonishing furrow of the younger woman’s brow. For someone imperceptive enough to not notice the tension haunting Vi’s body with every step, Ambessa grew instantly accustomed to Vi’s sexual rejections, even as they grew in subtlety.
“So stop me if you’d like,” Ambessa says – purrs, nearly, as she pulls out a bottle of clear fluid – and a matte black toy that stops Vi’s lungs. It’s thick as fuck. No fucking way – is she serious?
“That thing is not going in me,” she laughs, a little breathless at the commander’s audacity. But Ambessa pauses and tilts her head, eyeing Vi carefully in a way that makes her stomach flip.
"I’m not a brute, Violet. I don’t enjoy seeing my partners suffer in the bedroom,” she says, slowly pushing the drawer closed but not closing the distance between them. “You’d stretch open wonderfully for me. However long it takes for you to take this without pain is how long I’ll be spending on your body.”
Vi swallows. She hates herself deeply for how something crackles its way throughout her chest, striking down into her gut, heat pulsing curiously between her legs. It’s been…a while, to put it lightly, since she’s been able to get a moment alone, a moment to relax, relieve some of the tension that a few of her fingers used to take care of summarily. When Ambessa first captured her nearly half a year ago, it was like her sex drive withered completely, which she was, frankly, perfectly fine with. She didn’t feel much of anything. But now, she…she’s feeling unpleasant things again, and among those unpleasant things are annoyingly routine pangs of arousal, unanswered for so long and now caring far less about her circumstances. Now that she’s, Janna forbid, adapting to her environment, new shit has to come out of the woodworks for her to deal with.
It’s not like Ambessa is…unattractive, either. She’s fiercely protective, logical, strong. Very strong, and in more ways than one.
If Vi thinks about Ambessa’s characteristics for too long, she gets reminded of Caitlyn. She usually doesn’t dwell too long when she’s appraising the general.
The hesitation that lingers in the air between them isn’t surprising to her, though. She’s gotta do something about it – simply say no. She can practically hear Ambessa licking her chops at the new silence between them.
“I – will you…” Vi starts instead, immediately clamping her mouth shut. She glances up at Ambessa and knows that she’s flush in the face, her bodily embarrassment betraying her immediately. Ambessa tilts her head just slightly, but her expression betrays nothing. Fuck.
“‘Will I’ what, Violet.” It’s barely a question.
Vi looks away. She sighs. Her breath shakes. “Will you stop if I – if I tell you to? After you get started?”
“Always.”
No hesitation, no eager tilt of her voice – just the eerie evenness of a military strategist. It pisses Vi off just as much as it makes shivers threaten to wrack her body from the neck down. And then a thought blasts into her head that nearly makes her beam with amusement – what if she’s a terrible fuck?
That’d make her fucking night. Ambessa Medarda, a terrifying Noxian warlord, having to pay for ass wherever she goes because she’s never bothered to learn how to make anybody come and never had to. Vi’s seen some of the spindly guys she tugs around. They’re all obvious escorts; the woman is rich and dangerous, so Vi gets wanting to be on her good side, even if it means tolerating a dearth of sexual skill.
The prediction is making it hard for Vi to try not to burst into laughter. She does try though, because she’s not looking to piss Ambessa off this early. “Knock yourself out then,” she says, her voice less fragile than earlier.
Ambessa’s brows raise a bit, ever so slightly, but she makes her way closer to the bed, prowling. She tosses the harness, toy and container onto the soft sheets. Vi briefly watches the cock roll across the bed, and not so briefly notes that it’s just as monstrous as she thought it was from afar. But then the visual of Ambessa fumbling with her fingers, trying to get Vi excited enough to take it and ultimately failing, makes her laugh under her breath.
“Something funny?” Ambessa says, eyeing Vi carefully. It just makes the smile Vi’s struggling to control wider, and she shrugs.
“Little bit,” she says, unable to help herself. “I just think it’s funny that you think you can get me wet enough to take your fuckin’ pinky, let alone whatever that is.”
Vi’s smile lingers – then falters, seeing Ambessa’s mouth curl into a smile of its own. There’s something in her eyes that’s too relaxed. A pang of doubt goes through Vi’s body – “Sure,” Ambessa says, “that’s funny.”
Without elaboration, she climbs onto the bed and tugs Vi down by her ankles, eliciting a small gasp from the muscular yet smaller woman. Vi’s heart rate picks up slightly – shit, she must’ve gone too far – but Ambessa’s hands gently slip under her calves to push and run up the backs of Vi’s closing thighs. “Let me in, Violet.”
Vi blinks, something in her brain shorting a bit at the feeling of Ambessa’s palms spanning…what is that, half of her fucking quads? “I…don’t like your tone,” Vi manages, coming back online, and Ambessa chuckles, surprisingly good-natured.
“Please, my love,” she says, a touch playful, though her voice drops a key. “Better?”
Vi tries not to squirm and shrugs instead. That’s not hot, shut the fuck up, she thinks, and she’s not sure who in the room she’s telling it to. “...Whatever,” she mumbles, spreading her thighs enough for Ambessa to slowly part them.
Vi swallows audibly at the sight of the commander between her legs. Vi knows Ambessa is large, but they haven’t been close exactly like this before, ever. It’s a different experience than being Ambessa’s public plaything – nobody’s here to see the play taking place. It’s weird; she feels even more on display like this than she has since stepping foot in the palace.
Ambessa simply slips her hands further down, slowly working them over Vi’s clothed abs, the pads of her fingers gently touching Vi’s V-line before starting to push the fabric up slightly. She seems more interested in just touching, though – her movements are steady, hands admittedly warm and light. Vi watches and feels her own abs being exposed, the length of Ambessa’s palms running over them, slowing even further near her breasts. She reminds herself to keep her breath from catching after a moment.
Her breathing stutters anyway when Ambessa’s fingers reach her ribcage and nearly touch the underside of her tits, only for the older woman to lean down, unhurried, to press a disarmingly soft kiss to Vi’s forehead. It catches her off guard enough that her heart fucking palpitates. She forgets to choke back a gasp when Ambessa’s hands slide down her torso softly and she lowers herself to brush her lips against the underside of Vi’s jaw.
Vi begins to feel Ambessa’s tongue peek into the kisses against her skin, and the shiver down her back is nearly violent. It does the second job of pushing Vi into an arch, her body leaning into Ambessa’s lips and hands. Another softer gasp slips from Vi without permission.
Ambessa hums, sounding a little hoarse. “Sweet thing,” she murmurs, just running her nose against the length of Vi’s neck, smelling her unabashedly in a way that gets a noise out of Vi. She’s trying to go for a groan, she thinks – not even sure why she’s having to “try and go for” anything – but it ends up sounding more like a touch of that and mostly a whine, terribly enough. It’s confusing – Vi’s had plenty of women hungry for her, so that’s not the issue. She’s had desperate and eager to please – but plainly subservient, looking to her for guidance and not…whatever this is. Nobody comes to her for this – to have her laid back, waiting to be taken apart, waiting to be spread wide –
“Breathe, darling.”
Vi does, realizing she’s simply stopped. The breath she sucks in is ragged.
Ambessa lifts her hands, head raising as well to look down at Vi and massage along her arms, shoulders to wrists before kissing her left knuckle. Her lips leave a trail there and along the skin of her collarbones not covered by her shirt, hands following closely behind to continue their working of Vi’s admittedly stiff muscles. Vi forgets herself again halfway through it and sighs blissfully – it feels…nice, honestly. She’s just been really tense, getting shitty sleep, and this…massage, is nice.
When Ambessa’s hands drop, they push Vi’s shirt up just atop her nipples with purpose, and she shivers again as Ambessa doesn’t hesitate to lick her abs, turning them into sensual kisses at every turn. She feels Ambessa’s lips getting closer and closer to her tits, and absently, she realizes she’s not all that quiet anymore. Little puffs of air, too noisy to be simple breaths, escape her. The occasional whimper keeps getting trapped in her throat. Worst of all, she’s still arching into Ambessa’s lips, following them, and she has to consciously remind herself to stop lifting her feet because she’s doing it only to squeeze her thighs around the general’s waist.
Ambessa kisses the underside of her right breast, and Vi throws her head back, hands twitching, itching to move Ambessa’s head…up? Down? She’s not even sure, she just – there needs to be – she doesn’t fucking know. Her breath stutters again when Ambessa presses her lips to her left breast, still away from her angry, pebbled nipples poking through her shirt.
Ambessa's breath ghosts against her abs, moving downwards, and Vi’s breath grows so shallow it’s embarrassing – until the elder skips over her core to run her lips against Vi’s inner thigh, teeth flashing and biting playfully, painlessly. Vi’s so off her mark that she actually fucking squeaks, and now Ambessa’s the one laughing under her breath. She can’t really find it in herself to care at this moment. Gods, she’s more pent up than she thought.
"Fuckin’ – get on with it,” she breathes, irritation and desperation battling for control of her voice.
Ambessa hums again, and her rich, velvety timbre goes straight down Vi’s legs. “Patience.”
Vi tries to swallow down a whine and slams her head back in frustration. She’s so incredibly fucking warm all over, almost feverish, and Ambessa’s still rubbing at her thighs, her calves, kissing the balls of her feet instead of –
“Look at that,” Ambessa murmurs, and Vi blinks dazedly up at her, trying to think through Ambessa still massaging her outer thighs. “You’ve drenched these.”
Vi’s briefly confused, and then Ambessa rests her hand on Vi’s mound almost possessively, over the lace of her underwear. The younger woman isn’t all that sure what to do with her body – it’s like she short circuits. A pathetic, weak please leaps from her throat before she can veto it, and Ambessa actually coos at her.
“Yes, I know,” she says, and Vi watches greedily as Ambessa slips a hand under the small of her back and pulls her shirt up over her tits completely, rucks it up to her neck. It’s stupid to deny how sexy Ambessa’s hands look running down her body, especially when her fingers flick over Vi’s hard nipples for the first time. She sees black for a split second before her vision comes back, and then Ambessa’s tucking her fingertips under her flimsy panties. It’s ridiculous, how Vi’s heart rate picks up, how fast she lifts her calves to help Ambessa slide them off her hips and legs.
"Oh,” she breathes, watching strings of pussy juice snap off of the panties as they’re taken off her legs and tossed aside to a place Vi’s eyes follow, staring at the embarrassing wet patch and sheen still glistening there. “‘m wet,” she whispers, forgetting to keep the words behind her tongue. She sounds oddly fragile.
Ambessa gives her a soft mm-hm, sounding slightly sympathetic, at least. She looks down just in time to feel Ambessa spreading her pussy apart, and her hands dart down to…to – she doesn’t know, touch what she can of Ambessa’s fingers, try to ground herself.
Ambessa sighs, and Vi looks up at her just in time to see her wetting her scarred, plush lips, ogling her body without shame. Vi follows her arm’s movement watching as she grabs something above Vi – a pillow, she realizes, one that she nestles underneath Vi’s hips while lifting her by the small of her back just slightly. And then she shifts, hands moving to push Vi’s thighs back and her body lowering, letting Vi’s legs rest atop her shoulders before she sucks Vi’s clit.
Whatever brain activity Vi had left seems to cease, really. Ambessa’s doing this thing with her tongue – rolling it, almost – Vi doesn’t fucking know, doesn’t care – all she knows is that the relief is unlike anything she’s ever felt in her fucking life. Vi gasps, loud, and when Ambessa’s arms reach up, perfectly in the position to run her thumbs over Vi’s nipples – Vi realizes this is bad, very bad, and not for Ambessa.
"Oh,” Vi tries, feeling her own cunt juices dripping down to the sheets below her. “Oh, Amb–” and she can’t finish, voice dying off, vision going dark as she tries her best to not embarrass herself. Ambessa’s noisy, and Vi’s not sure if it’s because she’s a messy pussy eater or if Vi is just that soaked.
Ambessa laps up some of her pussy juice, rolls it and her own saliva over Vi’s clit, and everything’s hopeless. “‘m gonna…”
The elder hums against her cunt but doesn’t stop her ministrations, and it’s over. Vi locks up, finally threads her fingers through Ambessa’s hair like she’s needed to, and goes dead silent as her clit bounces in Ambessa’s mouth. Ambessa just eats her through it, so dedicated that she doesn’t stutter even when Vi starts shaking. She only stops when Vi gasps, a flurry of noises escaping her as she weakly pushes Ambessa’s head away and counterproductively tries to squeeze her legs shut to stop Ambessa from overstimulating her.
When Vi’s vision unblurs and she’s trembling from the aftershocks, Ambessa’s pulling her legs apart again and wiping Vi’s come off of her chin and cheeks with her thumb to lick it clean, swallow, and lick her lips like she’s merely finishing a meal. “Good girl.”
Vi groans weakly, but her clit twitches because of course it does. Ambessa runs her hands over Vi’s stomach and tits with gentle hands as her shaking begins to slow down. Eventually, Vi’s breath evens. Her eyelids start to stick together, but Ambessa tuts at her. Vi feels something at her lips before correcting her vision.
"Open,” Ambessa murmurs, running two fingers against Vi’s bottom lip. Vi thinks her brain might be partially liquid at this point. She lets Ambessa’s digits in, sucking on them with a little blissed-out sigh as her eyes close again. She hears Ambessa rumble approvingly before slipping her fingers out, and Vi’s manages to kind of watch where Ambessa’s hand is going next –
"...Oh,” Vi gets out slowly, dumbly, feeling Ambessa rub Vi’s collected spit over her hole. Ambessa’s fingers are a lot thicker than hers, which is a needless observation, further away than Vi thinks it should be…
…but when Ambessa lavishes her tongue back over Vi’s slightly sensitive clit and slips one of her big fingers in, Vi’s fingers are tangling back into Ambessa’s hair, no less frantic.
Vi refuses to let an encouraging little yes! slip from her as Ambessa thrusts a finger in and out of Vi’s slit, barely stretching with how excited Vi is below her waist. The general is more lazy with her tongue, slow and aimless like she’s playing with Vi’s clit for her own sake more than anything else. It’s shy of hurtling her towards orgasm like her earlier ministrations, but enough to get Vi wriggling around in a pitiful amount of time, knees attempting to push Ambessa’s head around without success, her hands tugging petulantly at Ambessa’s silver-struck strands.
The elder pulls back minimally, glancing up at Vi with her pupils blown and eyes hooded as she looks over her body. “Poor thing,” Ambessa murmurs, slurping at her clit enough to truly satisfy, just for a moment, before returning to her indulgent pace. She kisses Vi’s clit almost chastely, and Vi watches her gaze at the little button as it jumps right before her eyes, and the groan Ambessa lets out is profoundly humiliating and stupidly hot. A second sticky finger slides slowly into Vi’s hole, and the stretch has Vi sighing like she’s sinking into a steaming bath, her hips rocking forward. Her own ears burn at the noise her cunt makes around just two of Ambessa’s fingers.
“Has nobody done this to you, love?”
“Ugh, no?” Vi admits clumsily, too hazy-brained to feel appropriately conflicted about Ambessa’s pet names. Ambessa settles a hand against Vi’s stomach to keep her from moving around too much, pinning her to the comfortable bedspread. “Not – like this."
Anbessa hums curiously, but returns to massaging Vi’s clit with her tongue.
Her steady pace increases just enough, fingers starting to really pump Vi’s slit. Vi whines again, louder, her legs struggling around Ambessa’s head – her fingers are…ugh, two of hers would be around…three of Vi’s? Maybe more? She’s so wet it’s not an issue, but she’s trying to get used to the feeling of her pussy fluttering around the girth there. It feels…nice in a way she’s just not familiar with.
"Relax for me,” Ambessa murmurs, then rolls her tongue with more urgency, fingers surging deep into Vi’s wet, hot cunt. Vi’s able to keep herself mostly quiet for about a minute, and then she groans, broken, feeling her orgasm creep up far too quickly again. Ambessa starts to do something with her fingers that makes Vi’s stomach flip – and panic settle into her body –
"Ah – w-whoa, wa–it,” she stammers, and Ambessa’s fingers slow to a stop as she pulls away just enough to look up at Vi. She raises a sculpted brow, and the corner of her lip twitches like she knows something. All Vi can do is catch her breath.
"You’re all right,” Ambessa coos, and Vi sighs, shaking her head minutely.
"I was – you were doing something, and…I was gonna…” Vi tries, too embarrassed to fully explain. Ambessa gives her a gentle mm-hm and another kiss to her clit, fingers starting to move again but their intensity pulled back just slightly. “I told you to relax, Violet. Give me everything."
Vi blinks, but is unable to think as Ambessa gradually works her back up. It seems like that weird feeling is back in her stomach in no time – and she recognizes what it is now, completely. She’s going to fucking pee if Ambessa doesn’t stop doing whatever the hell she’s doing.
Distantly, she realizes that maybe it’s something else, that she’s gotten a similar reaction from some past flings who get shy and try to stop something natural. But this is – no. She’s never done that before – it’s not something she can do. This has to be something different, this is…
“Ambessa – ‘m gonna – something’s – ‘mgonna pee,” Vi breathes, voice pinched, but Ambessa just chuckles into her pussy, still going, fingers rubbing in an exact, devastating way that’s going to make her –
She gasps, hearing a small splash and feeling her pussy spray down to the sheets, just in a moment. Ambessa moans into her cunt, her fingers deep in Vi’s pussy, all the way down to the knuckle while Vi feels herself uselessly gush over them. Vi hates how good it feels, how it’s another type of release, how she sighs shakily and clenches around Ambessa’s fingers even as another orgasm approaches –
Coming catches her off guard – so off guard that she moans, long and loud as her contractions hit her like a train. She can feel her cunt spilling around Ambessa’s fingers, and she’s so soaked it’s starting to get hard to feel them between contractions.
“Fuuuck,” she breathes, finally done – and Ambessa squishes in a third finger, much more of a stretch now. Vi mewls, wiggles her hips in a lost attempt to ease the new digit in, and Ambessa shushes her, kissing her waistline as she lets Vi get used to the feeling of her pussy being spread this wide.
“Gorgeous,” Ambessa murmurs after a minute or so, and Vi lets her head loll forward, a broken little questioning noise leaving her. “So swollen.” The words sound like they’re more for herself than Vi, and the younger woman groans as Ambessa laps at her oversensitive clit, starts to twist her fingers gently, fucking Vi open completely.
Vi doesn’t know how much time passes when Ambessa slips her fingers out and lifts herself up, her entrance pulsing weakly around nothing. She’s too weak to keep her eyes open, but she manages to get a few glimpses of the commander once she hears the sound of something slipping against skin, adjusting. She blinks, brain empty as she watches the harness tighten against Ambessa’s powerful quads. Idly, she notices the wetness streaking down between Ambessa’s thighs, and Vi’s hypnotized by the arousal drooling directly down from the general’s cunt.
“You’re going to take my cock wonderfully,” she says, not a trace of doubt in her voice as she knees back onto the bed, long limbs stretching to grab the still enormous-looking toy and settle in front of Vi’s planted feet.
She tugs at her harness, letting Vi watch as she slips the dildo through the ring before letting it snap to her mound. She tightens it even more securely, and Vi sucks in a breath, staring at the cock as it begins to move with Ambessa seamlessly.
The elder swipes up the bottle, having rolled near Vi’s hip over time, and clicks it open to generously drench her cock in the slick substance. Vi relaxes a bit more seeing it and reminding herself of just how open she is after Ambessa’s fingering. It’s getting a little bit easier to believe that Ambessa truly wants her in no pain.
Watching Ambessa stroke her cock with a large, calloused hand, all the way down to wet her balls, makes Vi’s stomach flutter a little bit. Sure, she’s strapped girls before, but from what Ambessa’s shown her so far, she’s a little self-conscious about her own sexual history. Other women have drenched Vi’s hands and dick, but Ambessa’s doing shit she didn’t even know was possible. Vi’s the one who spends time on other women, and she’s always enjoyed doing it. She preferred – or, rather, prefers it, she thinks, but all of this is doing very strange, confusing things to her brain that she hopes isn’t permanent.
Another harrowing fact is that she’s never been on the receiving end of a strap before. Surely, this won’t do anything irreparable to her head either. She’s…certain it won’t.
“We’ll go nice and slow,” Ambessa encourages, and Vi knows her nerves are showing on her face. Ambessa’s left hand hooks under Vi’s right knee, pushing her leg back while Ambessa settles herself flush against Vi’s ass. She grips her cock – and slaps it against Vi’s fattened up clit, ignoring how Vi’s hips jump and she lets out a gasp of shock. The visual is obscene: shiny silicone bouncing against Vi’s clit, Ambessa’s hand making Vi’s muscled thigh look much smaller underneath her strong grip.
“It’s smaller than it looks, love.”
“Don’t lie to me,” Vi blurts, nervously glancing up at Ambessa, but the older woman’s soft smile doesn’t falter. Ambessa shushes her a little, aiming just slightly upwards of her slit to slide her cock against Vi’s wet, messy pussy, cockhead catching on Vi’s clit with each slow thrust. After a few catches, Vi feels her hole clenching instinctively against the length of the cock like it’s trying to pull it in, which is incredibly embarrassing. It’s even worse when Ambessa’s cock slips too low and the head squishes against Vi’s stretched hole. Vi sighs, shaky, as her slit flutters, pulsing, only for Ambessa to push her cock up again, sliding sloppily against Vi’s clit once more.
Vi whimpers after a couple more thrusts – and feels a splash of pure pussy juice coat Ambessa’s head. Fuck, she loves to tease, doesn’t she?
"Just – c’mon, give it to me,” Vi rushes out, sounding a little too hungry. Ambessa chuckles, well-humored, but she listens.
Vi’s eyelids flutter as Ambessa’s dick starts to sink into her. “Oh,” she says for the umpteenth time – as she realizes that Ambessa was right. It’s smaller than it looks, but it’s still filling her up in a way she has to admit is pretty fucking good.
Ambessa’s other hand perches on her left thigh. An overwhelming, filling sensation overwhelms Vi’s lower body, encroaching further and further inside of the younger woman, and it’s not painful, but –
“‘s it all in?” Vi says after Ambessa pauses, sounding a little lightheaded, but it’s hard to give a fuck about anything except handling whatever is in inside her. She’s just trying to get used to how this feels – it’s not quite like fingers, slightly firmer than that, giving her cunt something to bear down on.
“Nearly,” Ambessa replies, and Vi shivers, clamping her lips shut to keep from making any dumb noises about her predicament. “It’s still long,” Vi tries, and Ambessa hums at her, rubbing over her stomach right over where her cock is nestling.
“Does it hurt?”
Vi wriggles, sighs, but – “No, just…”
“Mm-hm,” Ambessa coos, before her hips push forward impossibly, and Vi has to chew at her cheek to keep silent. She doesn’t totally succeed, a little squeak hiccuping out of her – Ambessa presses forward, far enough that Vi makes an absolutely withered noise, and when Ambessa’s balls squish up against her perineum it feels like her dick is nearing Vi’s lungs.
“There you are,” Ambessa coos, running her palms over Vi’s breasts soothingly. “I can feel your cervix suckling my cock through the harness,” she chuckles, and Vi furrows her brows at her, trying not to focus too much on how hot she feels throughout her entire body.
“It – can’t do much else,” Vi says shakily, her hand curling loosely around one of Ambessa’s wrists. “Holy shit.”
“Slowly, now.”
Ambessa rescinds her hands to keep both of Vi’s legs back. Her hips start undulating, achingly slow, and Vi is soaking her cock so badly and gripping around it that each movement in and out of her sounds nasty. Vi lets her eyes close and a deep breath eases out of her as she gets used to the feeling of Ambessa bottoming out in her, ignoring how warm her ears are.
There’s a certain point when Ambessa’s hips are swinging steadily enough that it’s hard for Vi’s eyes to maintain focus on anything for too long. With Ambessa folding her in half, she can get a brief, clear view of cream-covered silicone sliding smoothly in and out of her pussy before her eyes inevitably roll back. The toy squelches louder and louder, and Ambessa’s groan is a little shaky as her pace picks up.
Vi wishes she had some sort of smart comment or snarky quip in her back pocket, but she’s hopeless. “Fuck," she gasps, starting to rock with Ambessa’s thrusts, skin and silicone slapping wetly together. There’s that feeling again, like she’s going to make a horrible mess everywhere if Ambessa doesn’t slow down, and it’s ramping up every time Ambessa’s cock knocks at her cervix.
“Holy shiiit," she whines, long, loud and hopeless – the sticky, filthy gush of her cunt is even stronger than earlier, louder too as she’s piledriven by Ambessa’s strap. Ambessa lets out a satisfied grunt, still pounding her. “Touch yourself, darling,” she whispers, and Vi takes a trembling hand and moves it down to circle her clit gently.
“‘m gonna come – again, sorry,” Vi gets out all at once, only for Ambessa to tut at her admonishingly. “Don’t apologize for making me happy,” she rumbles, simple, hips picking up just slightly. Vi whimpers and watches her own cunt spray so hard it splashes up into Ambessa’s trimmed pubes before dripping back down onto her swirling fingers and the cock dislodging her brain cells, now covered in a translucent sheen of froth.
“Oh –” Vi starts, and her hand stutters as she comes on Ambessa’s strap for the first time. It’s like her cunt is trying to devour her cock, suck it in even deeper, somehow. Vi distantly notes, after a while, that she’s been coming for a lot longer than she usually does. When Ambessa growls hungrily, hips pounding into her with even more fervor, Vi just rubs at her own raw clit with a swirling stomach, staring up at Ambessa’s predatory eyes for mercy that she doesn’t find.
By the time Ambessa’s done destroying her cunt, Vi is drooling all over herself and she’s pretty sure she’s rolled right into another orgasm, her hole contracting violently around Ambessa’s slowing dick – and she sucks in a breath, squirming, hands splaying against Ambessa’s breasts and legs trying to escape from the elder’s grasp.
“Fuck – oh shit, wha’?” Vi breathes, every word trembling. She’s not really sure what’s happening at all – for some reason there’s wet near her eyes, which is confusing and she’s not sure how it got there. She’s also pretty sure she’s going to die if Ambessa doesn’t cradle her in the next five seconds, so –
She tugs at Ambessa, breath hiccupping for some reason and Ambessa’s face softens entirely. With quickness, she spreads Vi’s legs enough to lower them, lets her feet rest on the bed before gathering the woman up, now frail. Vi doesn’t hesitate to wrap her arms around Ambessa’s back, and she feels serene in a matter of seconds. Everything’s made even better when Ambessa kisses her temple before nosing and chuckling into the crown of Vi’s mullet. “You’re okay, shh. I’ve got you.”
Vi makes some sort of noise that sounds just barely alive, and Ambessa laughs earnestly, strong arms wrapped around Vi’s body as it comes back to its usual rhythm.
“What’d y’just do to me?” Vi mumbles sleepily after a while and Ambessa makes a noncommittal noise before grinding slightly into Vi’s pussy. Her own abs grind into Vi’s clit, and Vi nearly forgets she said anything at all, until –
“Fucked the attitude out of you,” she says, simply, and Vi can’t even find it in herself to quip back.