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Saturday morning. Caitlyn could’ve certainly slept in that day, after all, it was the weekend, right? Wrong. She was incapable of staying in bed when a pile of paperwork was waiting for her on the desk in the office next to her bedroom. She felt restless when she didn’t finish her work, almost as if wanting a bit of rest on her day off was some sort of crime.
The sun was just beginning to light up the skies of Piltover when Caitlyn got out of bed. She took a shower and prepared a hearty breakfast, carrying her cup of coffee to the office when she finally sat down at her desk. There were many reports and documents about the cases she was investigating. She needed to analyze them carefully and give them the attention they deserved. She knew that would take her the whole morning.
By the time it was almost lunchtime, Caitlyn received a call from Mel, her best friend, inviting her to have lunch together at their favorite restaurant. Caitlyn knew that Mel wouldn’t take “no” for an answer, so she ended up accepting. Besides, seeing her friend and getting out of the house for a bit would do her good. Her muscles protested when she stood up and stretched her body, feeling tense from the repetitive motions of work.
Caitlyn grabbed her coat from the rack near the door, along with her purse, and left the apartment where she lived. It was in a busy area of Piltover, close to the city center, which meant it would take her less than twenty minutes to get to the restaurant. And it might’ve been even faster if the traffic wasn’t so chaotic during the weekends.
When she arrived at the meeting place, the waiter, already familiar with her, led Caitlyn to the table where Mel was waiting, sipping a glass of wine. Medarda’s face lit up as soon as she saw her friend.
“Caitlyn!” Mel stood up to hug her. They stayed like that for a few seconds before separating and sitting down, facing each other. “It’s been a while, hasn’t it? You look exhausted.”
Caitlyn gave a faint smile, knowing Mel was right. She probably looked awful.
“You’re right. I’m being swallowed by work lately. I can’t even remember the last time we went out like this.” Caitlyn gestured around them.
Mel’s expression softened, almost as if she felt sorry for the Kiramman.
“You worry too much about your work and too little about yourself.” Mel shook her head in disapproval. “You should take a vacation.”
“I can’t. Who’s going to take care of Piltover while I’m gone?” Caitlyn widened her eyes slightly.
“Your subordinates? I suppose there are other Enforcers besides you.” Mel answered as if it was obvious, sipping from her glass again.
“Of course there are. But I don’t think any of them are fit to act as sheriff. Not even temporarily,” Caitlyn shook her head. “There’s no rest for me, Mel. At least not for now.”
Mel stared at her friend over her glass, examining her visibly tired features. Since Grayson’s death — the former sheriff — Caitlyn had taken the role, becoming the youngest person to do so. Since then, the Kiramman heiress was constantly seen working, even at home. The number of times Caitlyn went out with friends or family had dropped drastically. Mel knew there was a certain pressure on Caitlyn to be as good a sheriff as Grayson once was. And, most likely, Caitlyn pressured herself even more to do an excellent job, sacrificing her own desires to dedicate herself to Piltover.
Caitlyn Kiramman needed to relax. She needed even just a single, miserable day of rest. She needed to empty her mind, to stop thinking about her duties as sheriff — just enjoying her own company. Or maybe that of someone else... A knowing smirk crept onto Mel’s face. Maybe she knew exactly what Caitlyn needed right now.
“When was the last time you slept with someone?” Mel asked after a few seconds.
Caitlyn looked at her thoughtfully, as if trying to figure out what kind of question that was and searching for an answer.
“A long time ago. Maybe a year,” Caitlyn shrugged, as if that didn’t matter anymore. It had been so long since she’d felt another woman’s touch that she’d simply gotten used to it.
“That’s way too long,” Mel’s eyes widened in surprise. “Listen, Caitlyn, I know a place where you can go to relax a bit and even find a beautiful woman to spend the night with. It’s in the Undercity.”
Caitlyn looked at her friend with a suspicious gaze, not quite buying what she was saying. Besides being far from the heart of Piltover, it was a place Caitlyn had never been to. She didn’t know anyone down there.
“It’s safe, I promise,” Mel crossed her fingers for emphasis. “The place is called Last Caress. It’s a brothel where people go to find company for the night. You don’t have to sleep with anyone if you don’t want to. You can just have a drink and enjoy yourself.”
Caitlyn pondered for a few seconds, though deep down, she already knew her answer. She was too prim and proper for something like that. Raised under Cassandra Kiramman’s overprotective wings, going to a brothel was something that had never crossed her mind.
“It’s too risky, Mel. Everyone here knows me and knows who I am.” Caitlyn referred to her position as sheriff. “What if someone sees me there? My credibility would go down the drain.”
“No one will see you there, Caitlyn,” Mel shook her head. “At Last Caress, people wear masks to stay anonymous. Identity doesn’t matter. They just want to forget reality for a few hours,” she explained, trying to reassure her friend. “Besides, do you really think that the Upper City elites don’t frequent Undercity brothels? I could name at least ten who go there regularly. You’d be just one more. And it’s unlikely anyone would speak up if they recognized you. We all keep secrets. Some better than others.”
Caitlyn remained silent, absorbing Mel’s words. Of course, she knew that many of the Upper City bourgeois frequently indulged in the establishments of the Undercity. The difference was that none of them were the daughter of the Council President like she was. Last Caress seemed full of ways to guarantee the anonymity of its clients and workers, even providing masks. That meant people with high positions went there often. She could also command someone to keep their mouth shut if they saw her, but that was a line Caitlyn wasn’t willing to cross.
Finally, Caitlyn let out a sigh, placing her hands together on the polished wooden table. She didn’t yet have a clear answer in her mind, but she’d think about it throughout the day. And when night came, she’d make a decision. Whether to keep torturing herself with more work — or go to the Last Caress.
“I’ll think about it.” Caitlyn assured.
Mel gave her a small smile. Well, it wasn’t a yes, but it was better than a no. She could almost see the gears turning in Caitlyn’s head, caught between her duties as sheriff and her repressed desires as an adult woman. Mel sincerely hoped the latter would win. She wanted to see the sparkle return to her friend’s eyes.
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It was past ten at night, the time when Caitlyn would usually be going to bed, when she chose to leave her building’s garage driving her backup car instead of the usual black Volvo. She figured that way it’d be easier to stay anonymous when she parked at Last Caress. Even though the Volvo was a pretty common car among the people from the Upper City, she didn’t want to risk having her license plate noted down.
By that hour, the streets of Piltover were already starting to quiet down. The City of Progress had a strict sleep schedule. While the upper side of the city operated during the day, the lower side operated at night. Zaun — as it was called by those who lived there — was filled with bars, nightclubs, casinos, dance clubs, and anything else that only came alive after dark. Even the city’s lighting transformed after ten, with neon lights flashing on bright signs.
The trip to Zaun took about an hour, with Caitlyn speeding along empty lanes and crossing the drawbridge that separated the two sides of Piltover. She followed the address Mel had sent by message, driving into the eastern region of the Undercity. She parked in one of the few available spots she could find, nestled between two other cars. Good. That way, it’d be harder for anyone to pay attention to her vehicle specifically.
With her head low, Kiramman walked to the entrance door, which was shut. She knocked twice, waiting to be answered. A pair of narrowed eyes stared at her through the peephole, waiting for her to state her purpose. When Caitlyn said something like “spend the night,” the door opened immediately, without even asking her name or anything else. Mel had been right: identities didn’t matter here.
Caitlyn walked down a long corridor, full of doors and smaller hallways leading to what seemed like private rooms for those willing to pay extra for a specific encounter. The sheriff remembered her friend’s advice and headed to the quarters of Babette, the owner of the place. Contrary to what she had imagined, Babette wasn’t threatening at all. On the contrary, she was an elderly yordle with a friendly appearance.
“Good evening,” Caitlyn greeted politely. “I’d like to pay for a night in one of your most expensive rooms, please.”
Babette looked at her with amusement, taking the cigarette from her mouth and blowing all the smoke in Caitlyn’s direction, causing her to cough.
“No need for all that formality, girl. You’re not in the Upper City anymore, you can relax,” the yordle smiled briefly. “Any preference for one of our girls?”
“No, I… I’ve never been here before,” Caitlyn answered, feeling her cheeks start to burn.
“Oh.” Babette raised her eyebrows. “Then I think I know exactly what you need.”
Babette got up from her chair and walked to a wall covered with keys hanging on a wooden frame, picking one of them. She returned and handed the key to Caitlyn.
“Room 320. Upstairs. There’s a mask on the nightstand; you can wear it. The minibar is free to use, make yourself comfortable. But know that you’ll have to pay for everything you consume inside, understood?” The yordle asked, receiving a nod in response. “Great. I’ll send one of our best girls to your room shortly. Just be patient and wait a few minutes.”
With that, Babette waved to the door behind Caitlyn, signaling for her to leave the room. Obediently, the Kiramman did so, once again facing the long hallway from before. She walked up the stairs, each step punctuated by the loud click of her heels against the floor. Along the way, she passed by many doors, hearing all kinds of sounds coming from them — or sometimes, complete silence.
Room 320 was the last one on that floor. Caitlyn slid the key into the lock and turned the handle, greeted by a large room with plenty of space. There was a king-sized bed against the left wall, draped with a red silk canopy, and a large mirror fixed to the ceiling, covering almost the entire area above the bed. A minibar packed with drinks stood nearby, along with a small table with glasses and other utensils. On the opposite end of the room, a wooden made X adorned the wall, leather straps fastened to each of its four points. Something told Caitlyn those straps were made to bind someone there.
An armchair, shaped almost like a fainting couch, with one end higher than the other, sat right in front of the X. The room was decorated mostly in shades of red and black. There was another door inside that led to a bathroom with a hot tub. This could easily be one of the most luxurious places in the Undercity.
After the initial awe passed, Caitlyn quickly put on the mask Babette had mentioned. It was lace, covering half her face, leaving only the lower part of her nose and lips exposed. She wondered what she should do while she waited and figured that undressing might be a good start. She took off her coat, then her blouse, pants, and shoes, remaining only in the lingerie and garter belt she’d worn underneath. She briefly checked herself in the bathroom mirror, combing her dark hair with her fingers. Caitlyn looked infinitely more alluring with that mask on.
As she sat in the armchair, a knock echoed at the door. Clearing her throat, Caitlyn gave permission to enter, and her jaw almost dropped at the sight that followed.
It was a tall, strong woman, the muscles in her arms visible since she wore nothing but a cropped top and loose pants. Tattoos marked her body, climbing up to her neck. A wolf-shaped mask was tied at the back of her head, nestled between strands of short, reddish hair. Her nose had a prominent bridge, as if it had been broken and reset, and she had a piercing on the left side, as well as two others in her ear. She looked about the same age as Caitlyn.
The stranger seemed to like what she saw too; her eyes swept over Caitlyn’s body from head to toe, a lascivious gaze that almost burned the sheriff’s skin with its intensity. Caitlyn only realized she was about to drool when the woman approached and stopped in front of her.
“You must be the stressed-out Piltie Babette told me about,” she said, her voice undeniably feminine yet slightly husky, perfectly matching her appearance. “You can call me Vi. I’m here to be your company tonight.”
Caitlyn blinked repeatedly, processing the information while trying not to stare at Vi’s muscles for too long.
“I’m not stressed. And don’t call me Piltie,” Caitlyn frowned, clearly displeased by the nickname.
“Wow, so many demands,” Vi chuckled, amused by her indignation. “Are you sure you’re not stressed? Or at least tense?” She pointed at Caitlyn’s lap.
Only then did Caitlyn notice how tightly she was clasping her own hands, her nails digging into her palms. Almost as if she’d been shocked, she immediately hid her hands behind her back, taking a deep breath to appear calmer.
“What’s wrong? Scared someone will see you here?” Vi pressed. When she got nothing but silence, she knew she was right. “I’m guessing you’re probably from Upper City. Someone important up there?”
“As far as I know, revealing my identity isn’t part of the house rules,” Caitlyn snapped, her voice sharp. She had come to Last Caress to relax, not to be interrogated by temptation herself. One of the reasons she’d been clenching her fists was because of Vi.
Vi laughed again, more genuinely this time.
“I know, cupcake. I’m just trying to help you relax,” she replied, cupping Caitlyn’s chin between her fingers, making the sheriff look into her eyes. “I can help with that. May I?”
A shiver ran down Caitlyn’s spine when she heard the nickname Vi had called her. Without thinking twice, she nodded her consent.
Vi pulled her up from the armchair, crashing their lips together without ceremony, kissing Caitlyn with fervor, her tongue teasing and exploring while her large, calloused hands roamed over the sheriff’s curves. Caitlyn couldn’t help but gasp into the kiss, moaning softly every time Vi squeezed her ass with desire. Her nails scratched the back of Vi’s neck as their kiss deepened, urgent, as if this was their only chance to touch each other.
Vi ended the kiss by sucking Caitlyn’s bottom lip, making her feel her panties grow wetter by the second. She trailed kisses down Caitlyn’s neck, inhaling her sweet scent. The sheriff’s skin was soft and delicate, without a single scar. A perfect invitation for Vi to mark her. She kissed, bit, and sucked her skin, fully intending to leave her mark. Caitlyn couldn’t have cared less. She’d worry about the consequences later.
Vi moved down to Caitlyn’s chest, burying her face in her ample breasts, breathing deeply like she could devour her then and there. Her skilled fingers unclasped the bra, removing it. She paused to admire the sight in front of her; round, heavy breasts, curves in all the right places. Vi couldn’t believe a woman this gorgeous had to come to Last Caress to find some pleasure. Whoever had neglected her like that was a fool. Vi was determined to give Caitlyn exactly what she deserved, to be the best she’d ever had.
Caitlyn moaned audibly when Vi began to suck one of her nipples, circling her tongue around it until it hardened. One of Vi’s hands tended to the other breast, kneading the soft flesh. Caitlyn dug her nails into Vi’s nape, scratching hard, and Vi seemed to enjoy it, a husky sound escaping her throat. Caitlyn shivered when Vi’s teeth grazed her skin.
When Vi thought she’d given enough attention, she moved to the other breast, leaving it flushed and the nipple stiff under her care. As she pulled back, she noticed Caitlyn’s blue eyes clouded with the same lust she herself felt. With clear intent, Vi brought her mouth close to Caitlyn’s ear to whisper:
“Get on all fours for me. On the armchair.”
Caitlyn obeyed immediately, kneeling on the armchair and leaning against the back. She stuck her ass out as far as she could toward the other woman, her lace panties making little effort to hide her folds. Noticing the way she was arching her body, Vi slapped the sheriff's ass, eliciting a surprised hiss from her. Slowly, Vi grabbed the sides of Caitlyn's panties and pulled them off. Seeing her completely naked, Vi felt her cock harden even more, straining against her pants. She gripped Caitlyn's hips and rubbed her erection against her ass, simulating a thrust.
Caitlyn could have sworn she would have come right then and there if the pink-haired woman continued.
“Hot,” Vi said, landing another slap on her ass. “You're so perfect... I can't believe they've never treated you like you deserve.”
Caitlyn bit her lip, gripping the chaise tighter. Under other circumstances, Vi's comment would have embarrassed her, but now all she could feel was arousal. She almost whimpered in discontent as Vi pulled away, taking her heat with her. But when the woman spread her legs and touched her with her tongue, Caitlyn forgot any complaints she might have been making. Vi's mouth covered Caitlyn's entire pussy, not wanting to leave a single inch untouched. Her tongue caressed it, moving up and down at a moderate pace. The sheriff squeezed her eyes shut, moaning louder than before.
Vi's large hands cupped Caitlyn's buttocks, spreading them as wide as she could, exposing Caitlyn to her. The sheriff's soft pussy was so wet that Vi made a point of swallowing every drop that fell into her mouth, drinking Caitlyn in eagerly. And the more Vi sucked, the wetter Caitlyn seemed to get, unconsciously satisfying Vi's desire for more of her taste. The sheriff buried her face in her arm, feeling her legs grow weaker and weaker.
When Vi paid special attention to Caitlyn's clitoris, stroking it with circular motions of her tongue, Caitlyn's body involuntarily jerked forward, and she tried to close her legs due to the extreme sensitivity of the area. Vi was unfazed by this and once again spread Caitlyn's legs with her own hands, stimulating her clitoris with an almost devotional dedication. The sheriff not only moaned but whimpered at the intense touch in her most sensitive area. Vi could feel Caitlyn's clitoris swelling, begging for relief. And she desperately wanted to provide that relief, but not yet.
Vi moved her tongue up and down Caitlyn's pussy again, until she reached her entrance. Provocatively, Vi slipped the tip of her tongue in, feeling Caitlyn's vagina contract almost instantly. She squeezed the flesh of the sheriff's ass; certain she would leave a handprint there. Caitlyn didn't dare open her eyes, certain her vision would be blurry from the disconcerting pleasure of the moment.
Vi decided to take a little more risk, knowing she might get a negative reaction from the dark-haired woman. Moving her tongue further up Caitlyn's slit, Vi circled her asshole carefully, only testing the touch, while stimulating Caitlyn's clitoris with her fingers. She noticed the sheriff's body tense for a few seconds, but then relaxed again, as if she was caught off guard. When moans returned to Caitlyn's mouth, Vi knew everything was fine and continued her caresses. Caitlyn's anus was as tight as her pussy, contracting every time Vi's tongue touched it.
The pink-haired woman felt her own erection through her pants, feeling uncomfortably hard. She knew she couldn't go much longer without penetrating Caitlyn, so she decided to slowly end her oral sex, placing a kiss on Caitlyn's back before rising. She watched the sheriff compose herself for the next minute, seemingly finally coming to her senses after so much stimulation. This secretly boosted Vi's ego. After all, she knew she was good at what she did, which was exactly why Babette had specifically assigned her to Caitlyn, but seeing a woman like that so disconcerted by her touches was simply wonderful.
Still sitting in the armchair, but now facing Vi, Caitlyn watched as she removed her own clothes. First her top, revealing her small breasts with pierced nipples, then her pants and boxers. Vi's erection was large, larger than Caitlyn was used to, and it pointed straight up, so hard it seemed to be begging for release. Precum was already dripping from the red head, and her swollen balls told Caitlyn that Vi was ready to cum a lot. Looking at her now, completely naked, Vi's body was like a monument: tall, strong, ripped, and large. She was almost like a force of nature.
When Vi pumped her own penis, masturbating in front of Caitlyn, the sheriff had to press her thighs together, feeling her pussy contract in anticipation.
“Can I suck you?” The question left Caitlyn's lips automatically, almost as if her desires were taking over her thoughts now.
Vi looked at her with slightly wide eyes, as if she hadn't expected a “piltie” like her to care about someone else's pleasure, especially one working at Last Caress.
“Sure, princess. Go ahead.” Vi replied a few seconds later.
Caitlyn remained seated in the armchair as Vi approached her, stopping in front of her. With one hand, Caitlyn caressed Vi's erection, making sure to keep her fist tightly around it. With the other hand, she played with her testicles, gently stroking them. A loud sigh escaped Vi's lips as she watched the scene with a frown, as if she were concentrating solely on the pleasure she was receiving.
The sheriff kissed the head of Vi's cock, tasting the taste of her precum filling her mouth. She peppered a few more kisses along the length of her shaft before finally sucking on the glans, slowly inserting the length into her mouth. When she'd gotten as far inside as she could, she used one hand to stimulate what was left. Caitlyn began to move back and forth, her head moving with constancy, slowly at first, but increasing the pace as she got used to the sensation.
Vi watched it all with nothing but pure malice in her eyes. Her eyes were closed and clouded, her lips parted, releasing heavy breaths and hoarse moans. She could feel Caitlyn's cheeks growing redder as she worked harder at sucking Vi. With her fist clenched in a fistful of the sheriff's hair, Vi began to fuck her mouth, controlling her movements as she pleased. She couldn't help but throw her head back, grunting as she tried to control herself from spilling all her cum into that tempting mouth.
Caitlyn held onto Vi's shapely thighs, clinging to them for dear life. Tears welled in the corners of her eyes, and her throat began to burn from the intensity of Vi's movements. Her oxygen was also becoming scarce, forcing Caitlyn to remove Vi's hand from her hair and, slowly, stop what she was doing. When she pulled away from Vi's penis, a string of saliva still connected them. Vi's cock was shiny with a mixture of her own precum and Caitlyn's saliva, who was breathing heavily as she looked at the other woman.
Vi kissed Caitlyn's lips, both tasting each other in their mouths, before picking her up and carrying her to the king-size bed on the other wall of the room. Vi carefully laid Caitlyn on the bed, leaning on top of her. The mirror above their heads reflected every tiny movement they made, and Caitlyn found herself enjoying the reflection of Vi's muscular back and arms. She could finally see the complete design of the tattoo now; several interlocking gears. And she found it incredibly sexy.
Vi ran her hands over Caitlyn's body, caressing her skin. They kissed again as Vi held her own cock, rubbing the glans against Caitlyn's wet pussy, sending shivers down their spines. With the sheriff's legs draped over her shoulders, Vi kissed her left foot, looking into her eyes.
“Do you want to continue?” Vi asked, wanting to ensure she had the sheriff's full consent to proceed.
“Yes,” Caitlyn replied without much thought.
The smile Vi gave her was enough to set Caitlyn's body on fire again. She seemed to be experiencing as much pleasure as the sheriff, taking advantage of the situation as well.
“And how do you want to do it, cupcake?” Vi asked again. “Any specific positions you want to try? Any fetishes? I'm here to fulfill your every desire tonight.”
Caitlyn shook her head.
“My only desire now is to feel you inside me,” she replied. “As deep as you can. Don't hold back. I want everything you have to offer me.”
Caitlyn's words seemed to be the last encouragement Vi needed, as she quickly aligned the head of her cock with Caitlyn's entrance, slowly pushing herself inside. The sheriff sought support in the other woman's strong arms, feeling the muscles tense under her touch. It had been a while since Caitlyn had been fucked, and Vi's large size didn't make it any easier. She bit her lip to keep from making too much noise as she adjusted to Vi's size.
When Vi managed to fit her penis completely inside Caitlyn, she felt absolutely over the moon. Caitlyn was so tight, so warm and soft. Her inner walls seemed to yearn to feel every inch of her cock, as they contracted frequently around her. Vi held the sheriff's legs still on her shoulders, doing her best to avoid moving or touching her while she waited for her to adjust to her size. Vi kissed Caitlyn's ankles, trying to bring her some kind of comfort.
When she received a nod from the sheriff, Vi began to move slowly, thrusting into her with slow movements. Each time her cock left Caitlyn's heat, Vi made a point of thrusting as deep as she could, yearning to feel her heat surrounding her again. Little by little, Caitlyn's pussy grew accustomed to Vi's cock, no longer offering any resistance. The cum dripping down Caitlyn's slit also helped make penetration easier, making Vi almost drool at the sight of her so wet for her.
“You're so tight, cupcake...” Vi murmured against the skin of her legs. “While I was sucking you, I wondered if you'd be able to take all of me inside you.”
Caitlyn felt almost challenged by that comment. If Vi had known how attractive she was and how much pent-up lust Caitlyn had, she would never have doubted her.
“You like it,” the sheriff replied, a mischievous smile on her pretty lips. “When have you fucked someone this hot, huh?”
Vi laughed, a laugh full of ulterior motives, seeming to enjoy her answer.
“You're right, I do like it,” Vi agreed. “And I like it even more because it's a hot little brat like you who's here, submissive to me.” She bit Caitlyn's leg, as if to emphasize her point. “Should I thank the sucker who fucked you so badly for bringing you to me?”
“Shut up.” Caitlyn pushed Vi's face with her foot.
Vi was amused by the sheriff's attitude, but the humor quickly dissipated when she began to thrust harder into Caitlyn, removing her cock almost completely, leaving only the tip inside her, and thrusting again in one go, going all the way in. She watched the sheriff's every reaction, delighting in seeing her flushed cheeks beneath her mask, her expression contorted with pleasure, and her hair completely messy, sticking to her skin from the sweat covering both of their bodies.
Caitlyn moaned loudly and dug her nails into Vi's arms. She refused to close her eyes for even a second and lose sight of the scene reflected in the ceiling mirror. She could see Vi's monumental body above hers, almost covering her entirely. The muscles in Vi's strong, tattooed back, as well as in her arms, tensed with every movement, matching the firmness with which she moved and held Caitlyn. Seeing her own reflection, so messy, was also quite arousing. Caitlyn had never been like this on a date before, even if it wasn't a date. No one had ever been able to elicit so many reactions from her. To give her so much pleasure.
Caitlyn's body had become completely malleable in Vi's hands, doing what she wanted and getting the reactions she expected. And, by the way, Vi did it masterfully. She played Caitlyn as if she were her favorite instrument and Vi a very skilled musician. It was almost as if their bodies knew each other from other lives. As if they were made for each other. The way Vi's penis fit so perfectly in Caitlyn's pussy, filling her so well, told them it could easily be true.
Caitlyn came out of her stupor only when Vi stopped moving, her body suddenly leaving the mirror's reflection. The sheriff quickly propped herself up on her elbows, searching for the other woman with her eyes.
“Relax, princess. Let's just change positions.” Vi winked as she lay down on the bed next to Caitlyn. “Ride me? I want to see your tits bouncing while you do it.”
Caitlyn rolled onto her side, draping one leg over Vi and straddling her. She fitted Vi's cock into her entrance, slowly sliding down. Now that she was used to it, it was much easier and more comfortable. Caitlyn made sure to spread her legs wide, exposing her wet pussy as she started to ride Vi fervently, looking into her eyes. Even though she didn't have the stimulation of the mirror anymore, the sight of Vi beneath her was enough to turn her on.
Vi held Caitlyn's hips firmly, helping her with her movements. The sheriff was riding Vi's cock forcefully, feeling every inch of it inside her. Meanwhile, Vi herself was mesmerized by the image of Caitlyn upon her, her full breasts bouncing with the intensity of her movements. She took one of Caitlyn’s nipples into her mouth, sucking eagerly. They were so beautiful and soft, easily one of the most beautiful things Vi had ever seen. Just like Caitlyn herself.
The sheriff placed both hands on Vi's chest, pushing her back onto the bed. Caitlyn began grinding on Vi's cock, making torturously slow circular movements with her hips. She swayed skillfully, grinding herself against Vi every time she reached the base. The pink-haired woman moaned audibly, slapping her ass.
“Is that how you like it?” Caitlyn whispered in the other woman's ear.
“Fuck, yes,” Vi grunted. “Faster, cupcake.”
Caitlyn increased the intensity of her movements, grinding faster now. Vi didn't take her eyes off Caitlyn for a second, always drinking in every inch of her body, just as Caitlyn herself did with Vi. Their peak was near, and they could already feel it. The sheriff strove to maintain a steady rhythm, not wanting to break the tension building in their bellies.
“Open your mouth,” Caitlyn said, her authoritative side emerging for the first time that night.
Contrary to expectations, Vi obeyed without resistance, parting her lips. Caitlyn placed her own mouth over Vi's, as if to kiss her, but then spat a generous amount of saliva into the other woman's mouth. Vi swallowed willingly, baring her teeth at Caitlyn in a wicked smile.
“I had no idea you were such a dirty girl, cupcake.” Vi slapped her ass again.
Caitlyn continued to ride, her moans echoing through the room. A familiar tingling settled in her belly as her body began to tremble and her legs became wobbly, losing much of their stability. She held onto Vi tighter, while Vi tightened her grip on her hips. Both their minds were a complete mess, devoid of rational thought. It was impossible to focus on anything other than the way their bodies fit together so perfectly.
“Cum inside me, please,” Caitlyn whimpered in Vi's ear, lying on top of her and being greeted by a hug from the other woman, who pulled her close.
“You don't even have to ask for it, princess. It's all yours already,” Vi replied, panting.
Vi began thrusting into Caitlyn, wanting to accelerate their climax. The sheriff reached orgasm first, her entire body shuddering in Vi's arms and her pussy contracting against her cock. Caitlyn's muscles relaxed almost instantly, causing her to become something very much like a rag doll on top of Vi. A common lethargy overcame her, along with a typical post-orgasm drowsiness. Vi came a few seconds later, spurting large amounts of cum inside Caitlyn, eliciting soft moans from her as she felt Vi's warm cum fill her abundantly. She was almost certain some drops were running down her thighs.
Vi gently lifted Caitlyn off her, laying her down on the bed next to herself and cuddling her, spooning her comfortably. The sheriff was clearly tired, and Vi thought it best not to disturb her, so she remained still, simply stroking her damp hair.
“Can we sleep here?” Caitlyn asked sleepily, the words coming out more like mumbles.
Vi knew she was referring to the establishment. She wanted to know if it was allowed to sleep at Last Caress after sex.
“Not exactly,” Vi replied quietly, avoiding disturbing her. “But there's no rule against it either. Most clients leave around dawn.”
Caitlyn forced her eyes open briefly, just to see the time on the bedside clock. It was almost three in the morning. The next day was still Sunday, Caitlyn's second day off. Which meant it was okay if she didn't come home until morning.
“Wake me up around six?” Caitlyn asked again.
“Sure,” Vi agreed gently. “Sleep well, cupcake.”
Since she was already used to work during the night, Vi's schedule was completely reversed. She slept during the day and woke only at night. So she stayed awake, watching Caitlyn sleep. The sheriff was delicate and elegant even when she slept, not making a sound or moving much. Vi continued to hold her as Caitlyn snuggled closer in her arms, their bodies pressed together. Vi didn't complain. In fact, she rather enjoyed all this contact with Caitlyn, even though it was outside the rules of Last Caress.
Vi was certain Caitlyn was a fantastic woman and that she most likely had a busy life in Piltover, which explained her immediate fatigue. She thought it wouldn't hurt to offer the sheriff some comfort while she slept. But secretly, deep down, she wished Caitlyn would return to Last Caress more often. Vi would gladly serve the sheriff. Maybe she would even ask Babette to assign Caitlyn's client only to her. But just maybe. It would all depend on Caitlyn's next steps.