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If anyone asked, Caitlyn has no idea how it came to this. The truth of the matter is that she doesn’t know. Not really.
The day had started off normal, even if slightly annoying.
After bidding Vi goodbye with a heartfelt kiss, Caitlyn had returned to her family study determined to finish off the mountain of paperwork piling atop her desk. She knew it wasn’t a good idea to procrastinate, but Vi had looked so sad the last week, understandably so as it’s been a month since the day she lost Vander for the third time, that Caitlyn couldn’t resist taking her on a trip to the Kirammans’ winter cottage home for some much needed R&R.
(“You listen to rock and roll?”
“It actually stands for rest and relaxation. Though I do listen to The Chem Sisters from time to time.”
“That is single-handedly the hottest thing you’ve ever said to me. Come here.”)
The subsequent snogging against almost every solid surface of the cottage house, amongst the many, ended up lifting Vi’s spirits quite a bit. If Caitlyn does say so herself.
It also helped that on their fifth day on holiday, Vi received a package in the mail with no sender name, just a smudge of blue and pink paint on its corner. Caitlyn had wisely given Vi some time alone, and had come back from a brief shooting test in the back garden to Vi making dinner with the most beautiful smile when she saw Caitlyn, the tear tracks on her cheeks only inviting Caitlyn’s lips to kiss them away.
By the time their airship landed back in Piltover, Vi looked about ready to challenge a bear to a fight. Caitlyn gently urged her to consider better things, and while that did not mean talking Caitlyn into spreading her legs in the cockpit and letting Vi eat her out against the control panel, she isn't dumb enough to complain.
In present day, a week after their vacation ended, Caitlyn is refining the finer details of the new Stillwater prison reform proposal in front of the council. Vi has been on her arse about working too hard, but if she could successfully push this policy forward, then it’d do so much good for the innocent people incarcerated in prison, whether be at her own hands or not.
For today, Caitlyn’s wearing her ceremonial enforcer uniform sans the shoulder pads. It's been a temporary fix after she got rid of everything she wore as Commander Kiramman— too many awful memories, too much blood on her hands and at her sleeves— while waiting for the tailors to finalize the new design for Piltover’s newly-reformed Wardens.
Personally, Caitlyn is so excited to wear pants. No matter how often Vi likes to catcall her when she's wearing the skirt, thus making Caitlyn conflictingly and inappropriately horny, Caitlyn would much prefer the security of long pants stretched tight across her thighs and down her calves.
Vi calls it a gender thing. Caitlyn hasn't quite learned what that meant.
Caitlyn’s making some grammatical edits to her speech when she hears the door knob twisted open. Glancing at the clock, she frowns in confusion as it is not even approaching lunchtime yet, and Vi had told her she probably wouldn't be able to join her for a meal because of her full workload.
Vi currently works 9-to-5 as a teacher in Zaun, teaching both children and adults of the Lanes who don't know how to read and write, and occasionally even dabbles as a cook in various soup kitchens all over the sister cities.
There’s not a day that goes by that Caitlyn doesn't feel incredibly proud and undeserving of Vi, and she hopes she never stops. Thinking of Vi always puts a smile on Caitlyn’s face, and it certainly does so now, softening into what could only be described as a lovesick curl of lips.
Mel had caught onto their latest relationship development in the jail cell with just one glance at Caitlyn’s glowing face, and although slightly mortifying, Caitlyn only feels utter pride and joy at witnessing how loud their love is in the eyes of others.
“Cait?”
Oh, speak of the devil. Who is… home?
Caitlyn frowns, could have sworn she had sat down and worked for only a few hours. A look at the clock confirms she is right, it's barely past lunchtime, and further confuses Caitlyn as to why Vi is home so soon.
Did something happen with Ekko perhaps? Or just general trouble down in Zaun?
Caitlyn isn't blind to her reputation with citizens of the undercity and how it affects her girlfriend’s own. Being Vander’s Daughter helps Vi out plenty, especially in terms of being the middleman between the sister cities and Caitlyn’s prime choice of messenger whenever an occasion that has the need for it arises, but Vi’s history with The Lanes hasn't always been enough to not attract negative attention from the people Caitlyn wronged the most or who just simply hates her entire existence and thus Vi in association.
Caitlyn can't exactly blame them for their resentment towards her, but their mistreatment of Vi hurts her heart every time. It's unfair, and Caitlyn comes very close to hurling herself out of the window every time Vi comes home with that distinctive sad puppy look.
On such occasions, Vi likes some space to process before she comes to Caitlyn. She takes no offense, knowing this is more about Vi’s tumultuous relationship with her home in general, and has learned the best way to deal with the matter is to let Vi approach her all on her own.
Although, technically she called out to her first. It's probably fine if Caitlyn just responds before putting the ball back in Vi’s court.
“I’m in the study!”
There's no reply, but Caitlyn speeds through the rest of the contract held between her fingers anyway, wanting to make sure Vi will have all of her attention if she needs it.
Just as well, because the door creaks open less than a minute later, and Caitlyn’s head is already turning before she's even aware.
What she sees promptly puts a stop to all of her brain functions.
It’s not a secret that Caitlyn is highly attracted to Vi regardless of what she wears. Vi knows it, Caitlyn’s own father knows it, the entire reading population of Piltover Times knows it, hell even Jinx knows it. And it’s not like Caitlyn is ashamed of it— on the contrary, as a matter of fact. Their relationship has overcome too much for something so trivial as societal decorum to be of any importance, and if Vi decided Caitlyn was someone worthy of her love at its fullest capacity, then she is going to flaunt it everywhere for as long as she is allowed.
Back to the point.
Caitlyn is attracted to Vi, that’s obvious, but this particular version of Vi stirs up emotions in her that Caitlyn feels entirely unequipped to handle.
Oil slick midnight hair. Thick black eyeliner. Ruggedly handsome features and even more delicious-looking abdominal muscles out in the open. Not to mention the intense smoulder magnetizing anyone who dares look directly into those light blue eyes, almost ash gray in the morning sun, and the hidden strength coiling underneath her black leather jacket.
Like almost every other event in her life, Caitlyn remembers every vivid detail of their reunion outside of Viktor’s commune.
Caitlyn remembers the yearning, the regret, and most notably, the immediate attraction. It’s her years of training as a future councilor, a Kiramman-to-be, that prevented Caitlyn from spilling them all out, instead giving the floor to Vi and her rich, unhinged mongoose rant.
Till this day, Vi wouldn’t stop calling Caitlyn that whenever she’s being “particularly posh”, which is frankly just a different way of saying Caitlyn is being insufferably ignorant. Vi knows she’s trying though, that’s all that matters to her.
“Cait?”
Caitlyn swallows, a familiar flutter in her chest whenever Vi does anything remotely cute. Simply talking, in this case.
“Hello, I didn't expect you home so early.”
To be clear, Caitlyn hadn't been expecting a lot of things, such as Vi donning this get-up again after so long, Vi looking at her like Caitlyn’s an all-you-can-eat buffet in her simple enforcer uniform, or perhaps most notably, Vi strutting to where she sits by the projector and pulling her in for a hot, needy kiss.
The sudden and abnormal angle means Caitlyn has to crank her neck up and tilt her head back in order to return Vi’s affection, a problem almost immediately solved when she feels rough hands cupping her thighs and lifting her into the air.
Caitlyn’s squeak of surprise is muffled and swallowed by Vi plunging her tongue into her mouth, the swift and effortless motion stoking the fire that went from barely flickering at the sight of Vi to almost crackling in the woods of her belly.
Butt landing softly on the desk, Caitlyn’s remaining brain functions are spent moaning in pleasure at how well Vi is kissing her, and scooching even further back so Vi has room to slot herself in between Caitlyn’s legs.
The moment hips meet hips, friction sending a jolt of electricity to her groin, Caitlyn arches her chest, desperate for more of Vi. Her request is quietly answered, Vi using one hand to tilt Caitlyn’s head, opening her warm mouth up even more for Vi’s pleasure, and taking the other one to wrap Caitlyn’s thigh around her waist.
Closing the distance between them by draping her arms over Vi’s shoulders, Caitlyn’s full chest meets Vi’s almost bare torso. Only a layer of bindings prevents Caitlyn from rubbing her breasts against Vi’s firm pectoral muscles, but even just this alone is enough to send Caitlyn into a dizzy mess.
“Hmm,” Head spinning, Caitlyn finally breaks off the kiss for a gulp of air, the string of spit sticking from her lips to Vi’s making her blush all the way down her arse cheeks. Vi doesn't stop, incessant and insatiable, starts kissing down the lines of Caitlyn’s throat. “Oh darling—”
A growl emits, and suddenly Caitlyn feels a harsh pressure on her skin. It's teeth and mouth working in conjunction to brand her, Caitlyn realizes with a stiff gasp, fingers curling into the tendrils of Vi’s hair to encourage her.
“More. Please, more.”
Vi didn't need it, but Caitlyn can tell she appreciates the verbal encouragement, squeezing Caitlyn’s thighs with her huge palms before ravishing every patch of skin she can reach without the collar ruffle getting in the way.
The ruffle, fuck. Caitlyn is still wearing her uniform.
Caitlyn’s cheeks, already rosy, flush with insurmountable heat at the visual popping into her head, of Vi fucking her mouth in her uniform, of Caitlyn with her legs spread, her chest zipper half-open to reveal her heaving breasts, and Vi’s head ducking underneath her skirt, tongue ravishing her clit and nibbling on the little swollen bundle, hands running up and down her bare thighs and cupping her butt cheeks.
It's blatantly inappropriate, not to mention possibly incredibly conflicting for Vi, but bloody hell Caitlyn can't deny how fucking hot she finds it.
From Caitlyn's throat escapes a long, breathy whimper. Vi smiles at it, Caitlyn can feel the outline of it against her neck, and before she can even process the spectrum of emotions that one singular mental image just took her on, Vi is coming back up to take Caitlyn’s lips for herself again.
This kiss is even more passionate than the last, their lips smacking loud and wet in the calm quiet of the study. Caitlyn keens, almost whines, at how assertive Vi is being, gripping her jaw and keeping her head in place with just two of her fingers, essentially forcing herself onto Caitlyn but with all the approval and consent in the world.
It's hot. It's maddeningly aggressive and uncharacteristic, but fuck, Caitlyn is so flushed she almost can’t open her eye to look at her girlfriend to see what had gotten into her, what drove her to this manic search for pleasure, the type that only Caitlyn can give her.
It's a good thing she did though, because how else would she have noticed the blur of red standing, watching, just outside her door.
The very familiar blur of red, all silky soft even from a distance. The very familiar bulk of shoulder muscles hunching in laughter, always leaving Caitlyn breathless and sickeningly in love. The very familiar curl of a pair of lips, the top scarred and maddeningly attractive and feels expediently good when run over by her tongue.
Caitlyn’s eye narrow, an ominous inkling running down her spines, even as she continues kissing Vi.
It's enough to pull her out of her daze, and when the image finally registers, Caitlyn makes a horrified gasp.
Standing there by the door, watching Caitlyn get ravished atop her desk, is Vi.
Vi, whose lips are curled in a smile.
Vi, whose lips are pressed against Caitlyn’s.
Vi, who is there, but also here, and—
Just what in the bloody hell is going on?
—
So this all has something to do with magic, because of course it is.
“Violet, what do you mean there was a shiny object and you… touched it.”
Now without the haze of surprise and attraction, Caitlyn has no idea how she didn’t see it before.
In the months after the war, Violet has begun to gain weight. Which means her muscles have bulked up and solidified into soft mass that Caitlyn often uses as a pillow. Vi, on the other hand, is all hardened lines and sinewy waist, a byproduct of excessive drinking and poor eating habits, or so Violet has confessed to Caitlyn a few weeks after the battle against Ambessa and Viktor.
“I didn’t lose just you that day in the sewers. Along the way, I lost myself, but it was probably a lot sooner than I care to admit now.”
At Caitlyn’s lighthearted suggestion, Violet also just recently got a haircut, a shaggy bunch of red curls atop clean undercuts that Caitlyn loves running her fingers across.
Vi, to no one’s surprise, still sports the same mullet and jet black bangs that cover almost the entire right side of her face. It’s not gunked with grease though, Caitlyn flushes as she remembers tugging the curls as they kissed.
More than just the visual, Caitlyn doesn’t know how she didn’t notice the different way they look at her. If Violet looks at her like she’s the love of her life, then Vi seems like she’s constantly on the verge of laying Caitlyn out on a table and eating her for breakfast, lunch, dinner, with suppers in between.
“Can you blame her? We had just kissed for the first time when shit went down. I started fighting just so I can forget the taste of you, and you know what they say about absence making hearts grow fonder. Though I think it mostly made me hornier.”
Knowing that’s how Violet felt throughout their months of separation puts a conflicting bunch of feelings in Caitlyn’s chest.
On one hand, she can 100% relate, what with the amount of mindless sex she too had indulged in with the poor, desperate hope to forget the way Violet’s eyes traced her lips with the hunger of a ravenous beast. On the other, Caitlyn feels a significant amount of guilt pouring into her veins, having been the same one who put Violet through all that hardship, so much that she sought out the comfort of being beaten up by day and drinking herself to sleep by night.
Looking up from her hands, Caitlyn meets two pairs of light blue eyes. The twin intensity in the way they look at her stirs up yet another unknown feeling inside Caitlyn’s chest, one that she promptly squashes and sweeps under the rug for later unraveling.
“So?”
Violet, after pointing a comical finger at herself and receiving a nod, ahhs in understanding.
“Well, I don’t know what to tell you, Cait. It was right there in front of me, it was glowing, it didn’t have a warning label, so I just… gave it a noogie.”
At Caitlyn’s furrow of confusion, Vi elaborates. “A nudge.”
“Ah,” Caitlyn huffs, amused and endeared at Violet’s eye roll. “Whatever you ‘nudged’, do you at least know what or who it came from?”
“I can find out?” Violet half smirks, half grimaces, shrugging when Caitlyn levels a glare at her. “Hey, forgive me for rushing home to my girlfriend instead of hanging around near those weirdos. Ekko said he was experimenting with a few things to make sure the Arcane will never be misused again, but you know him, he blabbers even more than you do and definitely not as pretty, so sue me if I started tuning out 5 minutes in.”
There are so many things to address in that entire monologue, notably that Caitlyn doesn’t blabber, she elaborates, but Violet is already continuing before Caitlyn can say anything.
“Also, I’m pretty sure this is a 24-hour thing. That’s usually how magic works, right? Like that one time you got turned into a mongoose by accident?”
Cheeks flushed, Caitlyn adamantly doesn’t glance in either Vis’ direction, preferring to look back down at her lap again.
“We agreed never to speak of that ever again.”
“Says you,” Violet snorts, not at all fazed by Caitlyn’s glare. “I thought it was adorable. I wish I had a camera to show you.”
That, Violet says to Vi. Caitlyn opens her mouth to object, but is once again interrupted. “Don’t worry, I can read your mind just fine.”
Caitlyn’s squeak of shock goes completely ignored, the two Vis only have eyes for each other. Such a gesture usually annoys her, when done by businessmen who think her face and her name meant she had no place in their intellectual conversations, that Kiramman pride occasionally shining through and turning her into more of a brat than she usually is (Vi’s words, not hers).
But for some odd reason, watching Vi repeatedly nod as Violet animatedly gestures without saying a single word, it fuels Caitlyn with intrigue.
If Caitlyn can brush aside the oddness of this whole thing, she will gladly admit the visual isn’t one she can’t appreciate. The term eye candy feels entirely undeserving and underwhelming to describe the women standing in front of her, towering with Caitlyn sitting on her bed.
Wearing her black leather jacket, Vi’s intense gaze periodically flickers back and forth. Caitlyn’s heart jolts every time it lands on her, and briefly the moral conundrum of whether this counts as emotionally cheating, which only makes it worse considering her spouse is standing right there.
Violet is more subtle, but her eyes are bouncing between Vi and Caitlyn also. Her arms are crossed over her chest, define biceps bulging thanks to her sleeveless tank and being generally threatening to Caitlyn’s mental wellbeing, as she raises a meaningful eyebrow at Vi.
Caitlyn realizes their quiet discussion must’ve just come to a stop, a question raised from the Vi who she got back and an answer expectant from the Vi sho she let down.
It’s a lot. Caitlyn doesn’t have the emotional maturity to process everything she is feeling in rapid speed, but she’s self-aware enough to know the flare of double attraction burning in her guts is horrible timing at best and downright inappropriate at worst.
Seriously, what is the moral argument for being attracted to your girlfriend’s alternate, magic-induced self? Caitlyn is floundering over here.
“We have a proposal.”
Caitlyn blinks, cheeks instinctively flushing when she feels the mattress dip with the weight of two Vis. Her Violet is on Caitlyn’s left as she likes to be, and Vi is on her right. Caitlyn only has one eye, so she addresses Violet first.
“With how long you’ve been talking amongst yourself, I thought you’d come up with a way to send Vi home.”
Caitlyn doesn’t forget sparing Vi a glance, making sure she isn’t hurt by anything Caitlyn doesn’t mean, but her worries are for nothing, it seems. Vi only has eyes for her, lingering on her face and making her blush deepen.
Violet unknowingly saves the day, wrestling Caitlyn’s attention back to her.
“She’ll go whenever, but since she is already here, we figured we could do something for you.”
Caitlyn raises an eyebrow, more in response to both Vis scooching to sit closer to her. Caitlyn can feel their heat radiating onto her now, quietly cursing the perpetual flush on her cheeks that just won’t die down.
Clearing her throat with a soft cough, Caitlyn tries to keep the conversation going. “What did you have in mind?”
Violet hums, closing the gap and touching her shoulder with Caitlyn’s. “I’m certain it’ll be something you enjoy, but I want to make sure you’re okay with it first.”
“I would trust both of you with my life.” Caitlyn says easily, her voice steady like she’s stating an obvious, universally accepted fact. She is.
For the first time since she set foot inside the study, Caitlyn sees Vi’s face softening. “Yeah?”
Flustered, Caitlyn reaches for Violet’s hand, and after a second, grabs Vi’s too. They don’t feel the same, Violet’s soft with Caitlyn’s stubborn care and Vi’s roughened up like they’ve been in another fight.
Caitlyn feels her heart clench, knowing that’s probably not too far off. Not wanting to spiral, she squeezes both hands in hers, eyeing both Vi with an intensity that conveys nothing but pure, unadulterated trust.
“Do whatever you want with me.”
Again, Caitlyn has no idea what those words would lead to. If asked, she wouldn’t even be able to answer just exactly what she expected to happen, her curiosity to know what her Vis are cooking too much and overpowering her rational thoughts.
Which is why Caitlyn is so entirely caught off guard by the sudden but ferocious attacks of lips attaching themselves to her neck.
Her back arches on instinct, a strangled moan escaping at the slightest hint of teeth grazing her skin. There’s a hand sliding underneath her chin, keeping her in place, and another casually finding its place on her thigh, treading the line between saucy and lewd with how precariously close it is to the hem of her enforcer skirt.
“Doing alright, Cait?” Violet’s voice is like silk in her ear, confirming Caitlyn’s theory that the hand on her face is hers. “Say the word and we’ll stop.”
A rush of fond affection sneaks its way into Caitlyn’s mix of emotions, the growl lowly murmured in her other ear shooing it away as quickly as it came.
“You’ll have to tear me away.” Vi’s suction is a bit harder than Violet’s, sparse in quantity but will definitely leave a bruise. “You taste delicious, Cait. I just knew you would.”
Caitlyn’s breath hitches, starting to go delirious with pleasure. But not enough to not notice Violet has paused in her ministrations and is boring her concerned gaze into the side of Caitlyn’s face.
Not for the first time, Caitlyn curses Ambessa Medarda to hell and back for taking away her left eye. She doesn’t regret the sacrifice one bit, but fuck Caitlyn would’ve given everything to be able to keep an eye on both her Vis right now.
“I’m alright, darling,” Another low growl before teeth sink into her skin, spurring a quiet moan from Caitlyn’s throat. “I said whatever you want. I meant it.”
Something flashes in Violet’s eyes. Caitlyn doesn’t have the time to process what group of emotion it might have been in before soft lips press against hers, taunting her into a kiss that’s all mouth.
On her neck, Vi continues to ravish her, making a delighted noise when she yanks Caitlyn’s choker off and throws it somewhere across the room. Caitlyn moans into Violet’s mouth, the hand tucked under her chin tilting her head for a better, deeper angle. It morphs into a whimper when Vi’s hand finally slithers in between her thighs.
Peeking, Caitlyn’s breath catches in her throat at the visual of Vi’s large palm snug and cradling her inner thigh, the gentleness of her strokes against bare skin so close to her heat a direct contrast to her mouth essentially mauling Caitlyn’s throat and jawline like there’s no tomorrow.
“Can we take this off?” Violet asks, pawing at Caitlyn’s belt all the while continuing kissing Caitlyn.
Caitlyn doesn’t answer, only nods. Every word she had hopes of forming is shoved right back in her throat when she feels Vi fiercely tugging the accessory off of her, so strong and demanding but never once hurting her.
“Fuck, your waist,” Vi’s hum of appreciation is muffled against Caitlyn’s earlobe, her other hand previously cradling the lower part of Caitlyn’s back moving to squeeze her tiny waist. “I’ve dreamed about holding it while you ride my strap.”
Caitlyn’s moan is loud and lewd, her eye popping wide open as a sign of overstimulation. Violet graciously breaks off their kiss to give Caitlyn a moment, but her lips don’t stay idle, going right back to Caitlyn’s jaw.
A hand crawls over Vi’s holding her waist, reaching the small hidden zipper of her uniform’s torso. Caitlyn’s mouth has just barely formed her consent before it’s engulfed in a much harsher, much wetter kiss by Vi.
Unlike Violet and her soft but devastating technique, Vi kisses Caitlyn with just her tongue. Their mouths hardly move at all as Vi manhandles Caitlyn, pries her mouth open for her to explore, to play with, practically fucking Caitlyn using nothing but her tongue.
It’s so hot, so hot Caitlyn can’t do anything but close her eye and squirm in the deliciousness of it all. Wetness pools in her panties. There’s so much of it, might even be leaking into Violet’s hand joining Vi’s in between her legs.
Emboldened by twin bodies of desire sandwiching her, Caitlyn takes the hands gathering near her pussy and moves them to her heaving breasts.
The resulting twin moans are wondrous, practically glorious. Violet has never once made it a secret how much she loves Caitlyn’s chest, now gently kneading the flesh and finger expertly finding the hardened nipple underneath the fabric.
Vi takes a different approach, borderlining fondling Caitlyn’s breast like playdough. It doesn’t hurt, it actually feels really good.
“Fuck, darlings…” Caitlyn swears, wanting more, arching and pushing more of her heaving breasts into those strong hands.
Violet grunts, appreciative, tugging the protruding nipple like a fidget toy and rubbing it between her fingers. Meanwhile, Vi throws all decorum out of the window by ducking down and swallowing Caitlyn’s clothed tit in her mouth.
The whole wing could hear the guttural moan Caitlyn makes. She opens her eye to gawk, to see for herself if what she felt was true.
And oh if the visual isn’t even more delicious than the sensation.
“It’s criminal for your boobs to look so hot in this outfit,” Violet says with a playful tone, continuing playing with Caitlyn’s left nipple and jiggling the underside of her breast. “We both thought so from the day we met.”
Vi hums in clear agreement, sticking out her tongue and flattening her warm wetness onto Caitlyn’s right nipple. She flicks it back and forth, left and right, even going as far as using her teeth to tug the cloth and the tit into her mouth. It doesn’t feel as weird as she thought it would, only further stoking the fire of arousal burning deep in Caitlyn’s belly.
“I wanted to fuck you…” Vi confesses, cheeks flushed pink. “Every time you wear this outfit, even when you’re just sitting there doing your duties as leader of House Kiramman, all I wanted was to swipe all the stupid condolence letters on your coffee table, lay you down atop the glass and wrap your thighs around my head, and fuck the responsibility out of your brain.”
It’s Violet’s turn to hum, only this time she does it into Caitlyn’s swollen mouth again. If any one of them is expecting Caitlyn to do anything but moan and whimper at appropriate moments while being ravished by two handsome, magnificently assertive butches, they have another thing coming.
“Let’s take your top off.” Violet suggests, smiling when Caitlyn wordlessly nods. “I want to show Vi what I’ve been enjoying.”
The fabric pools gently down to her skirt, Caitlyn now bare from the waist up wearing only her bra and her eye patch.
Caitlyn makes a pathetic whimper when Vi pulls back from her tit, gray eyes taking in her almost naked torso with the hunger of a starved man. Violet snickers, clearly amused and sympathetic, places her palm over one of Caitlyn’s bra-covered tits.
“My girls,” Violet says sweetly, licking a line up Caitlyn’s throat and behind her ear as she squeezes the boob. Caitlyn can never get over how well they fit in Violet’s huge hands, always having thought she won’t ever find someone who can handle how big they are. “Your bra, Cait?”
It’s Vi who moves forward, teeth hovering near the claps but unmoving further. Awaiting instructions.
Caitlyn takes advantage of the brief respite to recenter, to calm her thundering heart, before she nods. Vi grins a wicked smile, Violet kisses her cheek in thanks, and before Caitlyn can even blink, they both have grabbed a side and, together, torn Caitlyn’s bra in half.
The ripped pieces fly across the room, but Caitlyn only has eyes for Vi sucking a bare, hard nipple into her warm mouth. Violet isn’t far behind, taking the other one in between her teeth.
Caitlyn’s hips begin to grind, frustration rising when she can’t find a single pressure to relieve the building arousal. Both Vis are amused by this, but they don’t offer her any help, too immersed in playing with Caitlyn’s magnificent tits.
It’s a beautiful image, Caitlyn’s breasts in two different mouths. One flicks and swirls their tongue flat against her nipple, and the other practically swallows the whole thing inside a warm cavern of spits before letting go and smiling at the loud pop echoing inside the room.
As if that’s not enough torture, Vi and Violet take turn.
“Can’t leave the other one lonely,” Violet says with a grin, and Vi laughs for a millisecond before taking Caitlyn’s breast hostage again.
Caitlyn’s so fucking turned on it’s crazy. At this point, she’s going to come without either Vi touching her. Caitlyn’s embarrassed at her own neediness, but her hips are moving without her consent, grinding hard against the mattress and moaning when a semblance of release explodes stars behind her eyelids.
Stars become supernovas when Violet’s hand deftly slides underneath Caitlyn’s pussy, lending a solid base for Caitlyn to grind against. Then Vi’s joins too, and somehow Caitlyn has a whole landing pad for her to reach her first climax.
Her breasts are still in both Vis’ mouth when the aftershocks run through her body, making her tremble. Caitlyn’s sputtering moan ricochets back up again at the sight of Violet replacing her hand with her head, easily removing Caitlyn’s ruined panties and shoving her tongue inside her aching pussy.
After helping Caitlyn move to the edge of the bed, giving Violet more room to drill her tongue and her fingers inside her, Vi situates herself behind Caitlyn. One of her hands is back on Caitlyn’s spit-covered tit, and the other tucking her chin and pulling her in for a kiss.
It’s less of a kiss and more of Caitlyn moaning into Vi’s mouth, Violet’s tongue working her up too well. But Vi doesn’t complain, kisses every bit of Caitlyn she can reach, nibbling the corner of her mouth, her jaw, her nose.
Caitlyn’s mind chooses now to be introspective, putting forth an image of Caitlyn in her undone enforcer uniform with her naked breasts hanging out and covered in spits. Caitlyn with her mouth occupied by a tall, dark, handsome almost stranger while her pussy is being ravished by the love of her life.
“Oh, oh… like that, just like that…”
It’s too much. Entirely too much, and soon Caitlyn reaches climax for the second time.
The thighs wrapped around Violet’s head are shaking terribly, but she pays it no mind, crawling up Caitlyn’s torso and wrenching Caitlyn’s head away from Vi to get her turn to kiss her stupid. The subtle possessiveness makes Caitlyn moan again, her naked back reclining against a broad chest as Violet leaves remnants of Caitlyn’s wetness on her own lips.
Behind her, Vi dutifully kisses the back of her neck, not at all minding the slick wet of sweats and Caitlyn’s frazzled hair sticking to her skin like well-done spaghetti. Consumed by Violet’s kiss, Caitlyn is only mildly aware she is being stripped, the last piece of her uniform falling off her limp body and joining its sisters.
Caitlyn will probably never look at that uniform the same ever again.
“My gosh…” She pants, sighing in pure relief and content when a hand gently dabs against her sweaty forehead. “I must say, when I saw you two in a heated discussion, I certainly didn’t expect you had this in mind.”
Violet chuckles, placing chaste kisses along the lines of Caitlyn’s bare thighs. Leaving the rest of her for Vi to pamper.
“Your dad said you’ve been working way too hard and deserve some rest. So.”
“My love,” Caitlyn coos at Violet, palm cupping her cheek. Behind her, Vi makes a low, jealous growl. It pleases her more than she can say, moving her other hand that Vi automatically falls into as well. “You just gave me 2 orgasms in the span of 10 minutes. I don’t think this is what my father meant.”
“What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.” Vi jokingly huffs, nibbling Caitlyn’s earlobe.
It’s supposed to be playful, but all it does is make Caitlyn horny again. Violet notices, a wicked grin spread all over her handsome face.
“I was thinking,” Caitlyn swallows, barely resisting the urge to moan as Vi’s teeth nuzzle her skin. “We could wear the strap.”
Vi blows into her ear, evidently smiling too. “That’s a great idea. I’ve been thinking about you riding me for a very long time, Cait. Would that be something you’re interested in?”
But Caitlyn’s brain is fried and is still hung up on the overall implication of the question.
“Wait, would you… would both of you wear it?”
Her little stutter is downright adorable and entirely unbecoming of a Kiramman. Her mother would roll in her grave if she knew, but Caitlyn wasn’t exactly going to tell her she is engaging in a threesome with her Zaunite girlfriend and her alternate self made by magic now, was she?
“That is what we meant, sweetheart.” Vi punctuates the pet name with a smacking kiss on her cheek, not at all minding how wet it is with tears and sweat. “She already got to fuck you, but I’m feeling generous enough to share.”
“And I’m generous enough to let her go first.” Violet kisses her bare knee, Caitlyn can feel the indent of her smile against her skin. “Only if you agree, cupcake. No pressure. We just want to make you feel good.”
“Feel loved.” Vi repeats, with ten times the emotion and twenty times the yearning. Caitlyn’s heart, stubborn little thing, aches again. “I want you to feel how much I love you. How much I’ve missed you.”
Weirdly, Caitlyn’s first instinct is to tear up.
They haven’t had an in-depth conversation about the months they’ve been separated, mostly because Vi is worried Caitlyn would spiral into a pit of depression, something Caitlyn wholeheartedly believes she deserves, once all her wrongdoings are spread out for everyone to see.
To hear the version of Vi that she created saying she missed her, saying she loved her, is almost too much for Caitlyn’s heart to bear without breaking in half.
Feeling like no words are enough, Caitlyn gets up. Both Vis allow her all the freedom she needs, would never hurt or restrain her against her will, and Caitlyn takes advantage of that to plop herself into Vi’s lap and kiss her senseless.
Feverous lips returning her kiss with no hesitation, Caitlyn threads her fingers through jet black hair. The sensation of Vi’s tattered pants against her bare skin only elevates Caitlyn’s attraction and affection, urging her to grind down.
Violet chuckles lowly behind them, perfectly content to just watch. “I never get the chance, but by Janna, you look so hot from this angle, Cait.”
Caitlyn hums in appreciation, rising in pitch when Vi’s rough hands come to caress her butt cheeks. Violet makes several noises of approval as Vi kisses and gropes Caitlyn harder, even laughs when Vi playfully spanks her arse.
“You like that, Cait?” Vi murmurs when they break apart to breathe, her smile audible even almost overpowered by Caitlyn’s panting. “Her watching me spanking you? Her watching me shoving my tongue down your throat? Do you like being watched?”
Caitlyn whines, aching to be kissed again. “No, I… I wouldn’t if this wasn’t you…”
“Good answer.” Violet growls darkly. “I don’t want anyone else to see you like this either.” Then, when Vi has her mouth glued to Caitlyn’s once more, Violet says. “You mind keeping her occupied while I get the cocks?”
At the promise of what’s to come, Vi’s hips thrust upwards. Caitlyn’s bare pussy makes direct contact with the fabric of her jeans, sending jolts of pleasure to her brain. She doesn’t hear Violet say anything else, too busy moaning at Vi groping her breast and pinching her butt cheek all at the same time.
“Fuck, princess…” Vi kisses down her jaw, almost munching on the one particular spot that makes Caitlyn whine all high-pitched, like a brat. “You moan so pretty. I thought you would, I dreamed you would. There wasn’t a day that goes by that I didn’t think about you.”
Embarrassingly, Caitlyn can feel herself starting to cry. “Vi, I’m— I’m so sorry. I love you, I loved you then too.”
“Prove it.” Caitlyn questions with a slight head tilt, her eye on the ceiling as Vi’s voice sends vibrations down her chest where her breast lies waiting to be sucked. “Prove that you love me. Let me fuck you with this.”
At some point Violet must’ve returned and helped Vi put on the dildo of choice. Caitlyn doesn’t even bother checking what size or length Violet has chosen, only caring that it needs to be inside her right this second.
“Easy, sweetcheeks.” Vi laughs as she spanks Caitlyn’s arse, this time much louder and surely will leave a handprint for Violet’s spectating delight. “You ready?”
Caitlyn hadn’t been expecting anything different from all the other times that Violet fucked her with a strap on. Ever since the war ended, they’ve taken every opportunity to be alone and dedicated the majority of them to exploring each other’s bodies and affection in a way that the universe has been entirely opposed to in the past.
On the list of bedroom activities and second on Caitlyn’s most favorite, only after eating Vi out, is Caitlyn riding Vi’s strap.
Caitlyn should’ve expected the ferocious craving and utmost yearning. Caitlyn should’ve expected Vi to be a lot rougher than Violet, the former a mere abstract and cumulation of all of Vi’s feelings for Caitlyn without any other external factor such as duty or guilt. Caitlyn should’ve expected something else, but she didn’t, and so from her throat rips out a moan so loud it almost ricochets off the walls.
If any of the help has any doubt about whether the heiress is getting thoroughly fucked now, they sure as hell wouldn’t now. Thankfully, Caitlyn has pardoned them all home for the holiday weekend.
She can moan Vi’s name for as loud and as long as she likes.
“Fuck! Fuck, Vi!”
Practically manhandling Caitlyn’s hips up and down the silicone dick, Vi’s thighs are also straining with every slam of Caitlyn’s entire body meeting her lap. There’s an obscene wet sound whenever she is slammed down on Vi’s lap, Caitlyn’s cheeks exploding with heat and color when she realizes she is already soaking Vi with her cum.
“Fuck, you're so pretty. So pretty riding me. Taking my cock.”
Every encouragement feels like an extra match to the flame, Caitlyn incapable of doing anything else but following the wordless commands of Vi’s strong hands. The dildo slides in and out of her with comical ease, its more than average size stretching Caitlyn so good.
Even through her haze, Caitlyn doesn’t forget about Violet.
She looks over her shoulders, legs still working on fucking herself on Vi’s cock, and smiles at the look of unadulterated desire visible on Violet’s face.
“You like watching me, darling?”
“Fuck yeah,” Violet gulps, eyes not at all on her face but on her pussy, hypnotized by the slick wet cock pounding in and out of Caitlyn. “So pretty…”
Caitlyn whines in ecstasy, sprawling her fingers around Vi’s head. Her demand is met, Vi ducking to swallow one of her tits and flicking her tongue against the swollen nipple.
“How do I look? Am I pretty, bouncing on your cock?”
Caitlyn isn’t even sure who she just asked that to, but it doesn’t matter, for it gets both Vis to sandwich her anyway.
There’s another plastic cock rubbing at her cheek. Caitlyn’s mind is slowly connecting the dots, spurred on by Vi wrapping her arms around Caitlyn’s shoulders to pull her down. Mid-bounce, Caitlyn tries to hold herself up by the forearms and not smother Vi with her tits, but it doesn’t look like Vi is complaining either way.
Behind her, there is a low grumble, before Caitlyn feels a second cock slowly but tenderly sliding into her.
“Oh fuck!” Caitlyn screams, not out of pain but surprise.
She hasn’t ever done this before, but it’s not to say that she hasn’t ever thought about it after seeing the act done in several pornos. They never specified how good it feels though, and Caitlyn suddenly grows a fond appreciation for magic.
It didn’t even hurt, that was what surprises Caitlyn so much. Being penetrated in two holes like this, there should be discomfort, especially seeing as it’s her first time, but nothing of the sort is felt as Caitlyn looks down into Vi’s gray eyes and looks over her shoulder to find Violet’s equally as blue ones.
Oh well. No way to go but forward.
“That feels good…” Caitlyn moans, the only encouragement both Vis need to get going.
As if they’ve done this a million times before, the trio soon find a trio that optimizes pleasure for each and everyone of them.
While Vi has shifted enough so that her mouth was able to latch on and suck each of Caitlyn’s nipples in turn as they heaved up towards her face, Violet’s strong hands are on Caitlyn’s narrow hips, helping push her back and forth with each thrust going a little faster and smoother.
“Oh! Yes! Yes, yes, yes…”
There’s no other words to describe this other than that Caitlyn is in pure bliss, Vi fucking into her wet pussy while Violet guiding the entire length and grit of the dildo into her arse. Caitlyn feels so tight, clenching on both cocks, and so incredibly stuffed they will surely leave her empty when they’re done.
“It’s so good!” Caitlyn screams, urging both Vis to move faster, harder. “Fuck me. Fuck me just like that. Oh yeah, just like that.”
In response, Vi thrusts wildly upwards into her cunt, while Violet maintains a steady rhythm that she knows will give Caitlyn what she wants in due time.
That doesn’t mean she goes all quiet, depriving Caitlyn off the one thing she adores most when it comes to Violet in her bedroom.
“You’re so beautiful.” Violet groans, spiking harder into her arse, clearly affected by the way her cheeks ripple with every thrust. “You take my breath away.”
“You have no idea what you do to me, love.” Caitlyn moans back, even throwing a wink over her shoulder before her face crumbles into an incoherent mess of pleasure.
Vi has gone back to licking and fondling Caitlyn’s breasts, her fixation and adoration of them undeniable. There’s not enough room for her to thrust entirely up into Caitlyn’s pussy, but she is still doing an admirably good job of fucking Caitlyn’s brain out, pushing the entire length of the dildo in her dripping pussy.
Violet, observant as ever, picks up on Vi’s rhythm as they go and time her thrusts properly, pounding in Caitlyn from behind whenever Vi pulls back out. Giving Caitlyn no time to breathe, no time to even think about the heavenly pleasure she is receiving.
“You're incredible," Vi grunts, her hands gripping Caitlyn’s tiny waist so hard they’ll bruise. “So good. Taking us so good.”
“You both feel so good inside me!” Caitlyn practically begs, ripping off her eye patch finally so she can cry tears of orgasmic pleasure without hindrance. “Please, I’m so close…”
It’s only a matter of minutes before Caitlyn reaches her orgasms, only this time dragging both Vi and Violet with her. Three individual sets of moans echo loudly in the room, further plunging it into sex dungeon territory, especially with Vi and Violet having decided Caitlyn should be fucked more, not less.
Looking back, Caitlyn can only describe it as playing out like a movie.
First, Caitlyn is removed from their cuddle pile and manhandled into an upstanding citizen position by Vi. She is promptly being fucked while lifted into the air with Violet placing tender kisses on her back and her neck.
Next, Caitlyn drops down on her knees and sucks both Vis off, alternating between two cocks and delighted in watching Vis’ faces crumble in pleasure.
Third, Caitlyn is being moved back on the bed, this time on her hands and knees. Vi is the first to pound her cock inside Caitlyn again, while Violet pampers her mouth and her aching breasts with deep, plunging kisses.
There are probably more, one definitely featuring chocolate syrup for some reason, but Caitlyn has had a long, incredible but still, day, and so she promptly passes the fuck out.
By the time Caitlyn regains her consciousness, the sky has darkened and there is only Violet left on her bed. With just one look, Caitlyn is told that Vi is gone, that she went with a smile and a burning hope for the future where they’ll get to reunite.
The knowledge soothes Caitlyn’s heart just as much as Violet’s sweet smile, handing over a cold water bottle and helping wipe Caitlyn’s sticky body with a wet towel. Affection floods her insides, Caitlyn gently tugs Violet in for a sweet, tender kiss, conveying all the gratitude and love she couldn’t ever hope to express in just one lifetime.
They don’t linger, Caitlyn especially needing oxygen to breathe, and Vi takes the opportunity to speak.
“You love me.”
Caitlyn’s smile is bright and soft. Finally Violet gets it. “I do. I loved you then too. Every version of you.”
Violet’s eyes shimmer with unspoken feelings, leaning in for a peck. “Hmm, every version? How about me with a mohawk?”
Caitlyn laughs, squatting her shoulder. She’s so silly. “Violet.”
“No? How about bald? I think I can pull off being bald.”
No one can pull off being bald, but Caitlyn is not interested in the finer debates of Violet’s handsome features and what devastating feat they can pull off.
“Violet, for the love of Janna, please shut up and kiss me.”
Violet smiles, like she knows she is being the most perfect, most adorable nuisance, and that Caitlyn is so in love with her.
“You’re so hot when you know my culture.”
Caitlyn is so in love with her. Once she gets feelings back in all her limbs, it’ll be her turn to prove it.
She just needs to pay Ekko a visit.