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Hextech was a revolutionary piece of technology, but drawbacks were becoming apparent. Most people were fine. The gates, weapons, tools, no one was seeing issues with these. The issues were coming with bionics.
Bionics were a relatively new field of hextech, but after Cait’s injury she had been chosen to wear a hextech contact lens in her injured eye. At first it was great. Her eye had faded in color and the lens could fix that when she was out in the world (though Vi always asked she turn that off at home). It allowed her now severely impaired vision in that eye to be fully fixed. And beyond that it allowed her eye to advance in ability, able to see farther distances, making aspects of her life even better.
But having a tiny crystal in the contact having direct contact with her body was having unforeseen consequences. She went to a researcher, Dr. Simons, who was an expert in both the magic and the tech sides of things, as she was starting to experience interesting side effects.
“It’s called a hex curse,” Dr. Simons told her, nervously tapping her pencil, “We’ve started to see them with bionics. Some people can live with them, some can’t. But even if you take off your lens, it will take a while to fade.”
“A curse?” Cait asked. It was ridiculous, but she had seen the crazy things Hextech could do. Why would this be so far-fetched. She took a breath and approached it analytically. “What is the curse?”
“That is the fleeting nature of magic I’m afraid, Ms. Kiramman. We can’t know for sure. Everyone is different. I can tell you now all of them have been at the most inconveniences, never harmful or fatal. We will have to observe you and find out. Can you tell me about your symptoms?”
Cait blushed. Over the next couple of months she and Vi would record what Cait was feeling, and a few other patients coming forward with Dr. Simons got the diagnosis together.
What Cait had was being called a Moving Erogenous Zone, or MEZ. Some days, after Cait woke up, she would have a part of her body that had suddenly become sexually charged and, when touched or stimulated, would pleasure Cait as if she was being touched between her legs. She had first noticed it one day out on a walk with Vi and holding her hand. As their hands pressed together she felt an intense desire, and then, actual sexual gratification.
That first time it had been her right palm. Since then the MEZ had been many places all over her body. There were only two ways to get rid of the MEZ. The first was to just live with it. If she went back to sleep it would go away and she rarely got it two days in a row. The second way was faster, but more cumbersome. It was to deal with it. To pleasure it and have an orgasm, though sometimes it took more than one to wear it away. If that was done then she could go on with her day without having to wait for sleep to reset it.
It was a strange way to live. They had been dealing with the curse and Cait wondered if she would want to take the lens back and live with the curse indefinitely. Cait had abandoned the lens for now, but the curse would remain for at least two months according to Dr. Simons.
The only saving grace through all of this had been Vi. Her girlfriend had been there to support Cait in whatever she needed. If Cait had a hard day because her MEZ was on her thigh and her pants leg had rubbed against it all day, working her up, Vi was there to hold her and help her relax. And, on days when Cait just couldn’t take it, Vi was there to deal with it. The best part about Vi in these moments was she could switch back and forth in a moment’s notice. Caring and sweet to passionate and spicy. She took Cait’s little curse and helped her have some fun with it.
One day Cait woke, checked the clock, and realized she was going to be late for a call for work. She bounced out of bed, moving fast but also knowing in the back of her mind that a MEZ may present itself as she hadn’t had one the day before. It usually wasn’t obvious when she woke up, but slowly presented itself over the first few minutes of being conscious.
Some days the MEZ was easier than others. If the spot wasn’t receiving stimulation it would be okay. Ironically, once it had been on her clit and Cait had simply worn a skirt and gone commando and it was mostly fine. Then other spots that should be easier were much harder. One day it was the bottom of her foot and she was all but immobilized as she wasn’t about to let Vi near it to get rid of it that way (though she figured there was a decent portion of the population who would have loved that).
“Have one?” Vi asked as she walked into the bathroom, yawning and stretching. Cait shook her head as she brushed her teeth. She looked at the tank top ride up and expose Vi’s stomach. She was a little horny, but she figured it may be because her hot girlfriend had just walked in. She didn’t have time for any of that. Her call with her boss was in a few minutes and after that she would need to run to work where she annoyingly had to give a presentation to some merchants on dock safety. Cait finished brushing and rinsed her mouth once, then again-
“Ah…” Cait let out a small moan and spit out her water. She blinked a few times, wiping her lips with a towel. No sensation there. She looked at Vi, eyes wide. Vi put a hand on Cait’s shoulder.
“It’s okay,” Vi said, “Let’s figure out where.” Cait looked in the mirror. She had a suspicion, but she didn’t want it to be there. She poked her cheeks and neck. Tapped her fingers about. Nothing. Then she sighed, opened her mouth, and touched a finger onto her tongue.
A quick flash of pleasure went through her. That feeling of good that was so hard to describe. Cait pulled her finger back. “Oh no,” she said, then clapped a hand on her mouth. The MEZ was on her tongue, that much was clear. But what she hadn’t expected was talking. The word ‘oh’ had been fine, but her tongue tapped the top of her mouth when making the N sound in ‘no’. It wasn’t a lot, not at all, but there had been a faint pleasurable feeling when she had said that.
“Talking?” Vi asked, concerned.
Cait’s phone began to ring. They looked at each other for a moment. All Vi could really do was give Cait a reassuring squeeze on the shoulder and Cait left.
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The day was exhausting. Cait often had work days where she could mostly avoid talking. But today, of all days, it was call, presentation, meeting, call, on and on it went. A torturous day of perpetual arousal. She even avoided eating, opting instead for meal replacement smoothies that she could drink quickly. The straw attached to each smoothie was, admittedly, a bit fun to have in her mouth.
She made it home late just wanting the day to be over. Her plan was to take a sleeping pill and pass out so she could wake up free of it all.
Cait could hear the shower when she walked in. Like clockwork Vi must have been back from her run and in the washing off. On the kitchen counter was a note saying a plate of food was left for her in the fridge and a half-drunk glass of wine that Vi always forgot to put away. Cait took it without thinking and had a sip.
“Damnit,” Cait muttered after she swallowed the drink, having been quiet long enough to have forgotten her tongue was still hyper-sensitive. She became aware once more of how wet she was, her panties having been soaked over and over all day. Cait looked at the glass, the dark purple liquid spinning in it. She took a breath. Fuck it. She downed the rest.
She let the wine rest on her tongue, making her steps uneasy. She made her way to the bedroom and into the bathroom, stripping pieces of clothing as she went. She made it to the shower in just her panties and stepped in. Vi jumped a little, having not noticed her. Her eyes traveled down Cait’s body and it only lit the fire inside Cait more.
“Hey, how was your-” Vi was interrupted by Cait wrapping her arms around Vi’s neck.
“Help me,” Cait said, the L in ‘help’ making her skin tingle. Vi bit her lip as they stood their, water taking Cait’s body, her grey panties soaking. Vi’s hands traveled up from Cait’s waist and over her breasts, squeezing them. Cait moaned, her whole body on high alert after the day of being on edge. Vi cupped her cheeks and ran her thumbs over Cait’s tongue. Cait tried to lick them, but Vi pulled them away and leaned in.
They kissed gently at first, though for a very, very brief moment. Vi held Cait’s face possessively. Their lips opened. They had made out in an aggressive manner before. Full of tongue and messy. But usually it was something they built towards. Tonight, Cait had been building to this all day. She was ready to skip right to it.
Vi didn’t just kiss Cait, she invaded her. Her tongue marched in and laid claim to Cait’s. At first contact Cait felt the sensations travel across her body. Her nipples hardened. Her skin prickled. Her knees went wobbly. Her clit, completely untouched, pulsed. Not in desire, but in satisfaction. It was as if she was being pleased all over just by her and Vi entwining their tongues, kissing hungrily. Cait was thankful for the falling water as it washed away just how sloppy they were being.
“Ah!” Cait moaned into Vi’s mouth. She gripped Vi’s ass and brought their bodies closer. Vi put a hand back into Cait’s hair and gripped it, holding her in place, while the other wrapped around her waist. She held Cait still, wrapped her lips around Cait’s tongue, and sucked.
Cait started to cum immediately. The day of torturous lead up, as if an invisible force had been teasing her with every word spoken, all culminated in her girlfriend sucking on her tongue. Her body convulsed in satisfaction but Vi held onto her tight, even as the waves passed through her and made her crash. She would have fallen to her knees without Vi, but Vi was too intent on making Cait feel good. She sucked Cait’s tongue, swirled it with her own, backed up, away, kissed her, then sucked on it more. She paused and let her spit fall onto Cait’s tongue. Just a drop, but it was like a meteor. It made impact and Cait’s body cratered. She could feel Vi’s arms flex as they worked to hold her in place. Soon it was too much and Cait began to crumble. Vi lowered her down, kissing her more gently, and then, finally, pulling away.
Pushing away gently, Cait went to her hands and knees, panting. Vi put a hand on her back, kissing her shoulder. “You’re okay,” Vi said.
“No,” Cait whined, “It’s not gone.”
Vi went into immediate action. She turned off the water and stood Cait up. Then she lifted her up and Cait’s sour mood at still having her MEZ was alleviated as she giggled with Vi carefully stepping out of the shower and carrying her all the way to the bed, grabbing a towel on the way. She laid the towel down, then Cait down on it and laid herself on Cait at the same time. The whole motion made Cait want Vi even more.
As Vi laid on her and kissed her neck, Cait desperately tried to pull Vi’s lips back up to her own, but Vi seemed to have other plans. She was pulling Cait’s panties off her legs and pulled them up to their mouths. She laid them on Cait’s lips and kissed her through them, Cait running her tongue through the fabric, feeling dirty and alive, her brain receiving millions of pleasure signals at each swipe of her tongue across the cloth. Vi tossed it away.
Vi climbed up the sides of Cait’s body with her knees. She dipped two fingers into Cait’s mouth, pressing on her tongue. Cait’s back arched, sucking on Vi’s fingers wantonly as searing heat spread throughout her body. Then Vi pulled them away. “Please,” Cait begged. Vi was far away now, straddling Cait’s neck. Then she lifted herself up and over Cait. A shadow fell over Cait’s face as she stared between Vi’s legs. She understood. She nodded eagerly. “Please,” she echoed, but for something else.
Vi descended onto Cait’s face. Cait’s tongue came out to play immediately, accepting Vi’s pussy onto it. Her fingers and toes shot out as the ecstasy hit her, the taste of her love and the pressure on her tongue making her insane. She licked for a while, tasting Vi, drinking her and her moans in. But soon it became too much. Cait prided herself on her ability to please Vi like this but today it was too much. Her legs twisted and squeezed below. She couldn't resist taking her panties back and rubbing herself with them hard. Her tongue got lazy, but then she lost some of the pleasure, so she started again, but then it got lazy again. A vicious circle.
Vi took over. She put a hand in Cait’s hair and locked eyes with her. “Tongue out, cupcake,” she said and Cait had never obeyed anything faster. Then, Vi rode.
It was the most breathtaking view to watch. Vi’s body, moving so fluidly. Her hips swaying back and forth as she rode Cait’s face, using her tongue. Vi’s eyes drifted closed, her mouth hung open. “Cait…’” she whispered as her moans got quieter…”Cait…” Her abs tensed and relaxed. Her hand tightened in Cait’s hair. She pinched one of her own nipples.
Cait didn’t even know when she started to cum, she was so busy watching this breathtaking woman on top of her. Cait stared so long a tear rolled down her cheek, though that may have also been from the absolute force of her orgasm pounding into her body. If the first one hit her and made her body go haywire, this one simply shut it down. The pleasure was so intense all she could do was let out soft, stuttering moans into Vi.
Vi came much louder as Cait felt her MEZ fade. She finally got her wits about her and was able to do more. As Vi had to stop her humping while pleasure took her, Cait was able to take over, eating Vi out with sniper precision and making her girlfriend crumble on her face, soaking it and filling Cait with a delight. With relief. With...more emotions than she could process.
As usual, Vi’s sensitivity hit a wall and she pulled away suddenly, panting to keep regain her composure. She dismounted Cait’s face and laid beside her, pulling her in for a few quick kisses. Then Cait laid her head on Vi’s chest and they both took deep breaths.
A few moments passed. Then, Cait started to shake, a tears coming forward in her eyes. She didn't understand why. The orgasm after the whole day of being so, so pent up had just released a burst of emotions into her system and set her feelings on fire. She had a million worries and a million reliefs.
“Baby?” Vi asked, whispering in her ear. “You’re okay. Talk to me.”
Cait took a moment, shaking through a few light sobs. Vi didn’t push her, just held her. Then Cait took a breath. “I strangely miss it. I guess I got used to it and that…that was so good. I’m worried I need it now or something.”
“Hey,” Vi said, “You can keep having it if you want. That’s up to you. But you also don’t need it. I think I was doing a pretty good job with that body of yours before, wasn’t I?”
Cait grinned. “You know you were.”
“And I’ve watched you take care of yourself. You’re just as good.”
“Right,” Cait blushed, remembering when Vi had watched her touch herself in the past, “That’s true too.”
“So don’t worry,” Vi said, “But maybe next time we talk about it for a second before indulging like that, yeah?”
“Yeah,’ Cait said, “Talking was just hard today.”
“Right,” Vi laughed.
Cait sniffled and snuggled more into Vi. They held each other. “You’re too good to me,” Cait said.
Vi laughed, “Right back at you, cupcake.”
They laid there and, soon, fell asleep.
End