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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.

[...]

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.

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When the week following Caitlyn’s visit to the Last Caress arrived, she wished for the days to pass quickly. The moment she stepped out of the Undercity, she knew she would return to that place as soon as she could. All week long, Caitlyn could think of nothing but Vi. Her touch, her scent, the feeling of their bodies pressed together… 

So, when the next weekend came, Piltover’s sheriff found herself restless with anticipation. She spent the entire day preparing to go out at night and, when the clock on the wall struck ten, she headed down to her building’s garage and drove her black Volvo toward the Undercity, crossing the drawbridge and passing under the many neon lights that illuminated Zaun at night. The trip to the brothel was quicker than the first time, since she now knew the way and exactly where to park to blend in among the other cars. 

Walking to the entrance, Caitlyn was promptly allowed inside and went straight to Babette’s office, where the yordle greeted her with a smile. Something told her the madam had already guessed the sheriff would return to the Last Caress sooner or later. The process was the same: Caitlyn handed over a generous amount of money and received a key and a lace mask in return. She thanked Babette and climbed the stairs leading to the second floor. 

When Caitlyn stepped into room 320, the same as before, Vi was already waiting for her. Sitting at the edge of the bed, she immediately rose to her feet at the sight of the sheriff. Their eyes locked, and a few seconds stretched between them as they stared at one another. The tension in the air was palpable. 

There were no formalities when Caitlyn closed the distance between them and was welcomed into Vi’s arms, held firmly at the waist as their lips met. Vi’s tongue was demanding as it brushed against the sheriff’s, guiding the kiss with urgency, silently telling Caitlyn to follow her lead—making it clear she had missed this just as much. Vi’s large hands gripped Caitlyn’s ass as she pulled her closer, drawing a soft moan from her between kisses. 

Within minutes, they were undressing one another while still trading kisses. Clothes were tossed carelessly to the corners of the room. Once they were finally both naked, Caitlyn embraced Vi, pressing their bodies together and feeling her erection against her thigh. The sheriff traced a line of kisses along Vi’s neck until she reached her ear and whispered: 

“I need you so badly , Vi…” Caitlyn’s voice was needy, almost a plea. “I’m so wet for you…” 

Caitlyn had barely finished speaking when Vi lifted her off the floor and took her in her arms, carrying her to the king-size bed against one of the walls. Vi laid the sheriff down carefully, letting her hands roam over Caitlyn’s curves as she trailed kisses and bites across her skin. When she reached Caitlyn’s breasts, Vi squeezed them firmly, filling her palms with the abundant flesh. Caitlyn’s nipples quickly hardened, and Vi admired the sight of those round, full breasts. It was so perfect. She took one of the sheriff’s nipples into her mouth, sucking and licking the soft skin, feeling it stiffens even more against her tongue. After some time, she gave the same attention to the other breast, satisfied to see both marked with her hickeys. 

Vi only pulled back far enough to spread Caitlyn’s legs, nearly drooling at the sight of her pussy already wet, glistening in the soft glow of the lamp that lit the room. Vi used two fingers to part her folds and expose Caitlyn’s cunt even more, the swollen clit practically begging for relief. She dragged a finger along the slickness, making Caitlyn shiver beneath her. When Vi pulled her hand back, her finger was coated in the sheriff’s arousal, and she couldn’t resist bringing it to her lips. 

“Sorry, cupcake, I know what you want.” Vi said, never taking her eyes off Caitlyn’s body.  “But I can’t go on without tasting you first.” 

The pink-haired woman knelt in front of the bed and pulled Caitlyn closer until she was at the very edge of the mattress, legs wide open and raised. Vi muttered something like “fuck” before running her tongue along Caitlyn’s pussy, up and down again and again. The sheriff moaned aloud, rolling her eyes back as her nails dug into her own thighs. God, how she had missed this. Her whole body shivered at the feel of Vi’s mouth on her, that delicious flutter in her belly returning instantly. 

Vi savored Caitlyn’s taste, drinking in every drop of her arousal as it spilled into her mouth. She sucked the sheriff hungrily, wet sounds echoing through the room. Her tongue worked up and down every inch of Caitlyn’s pussy, not leaving a single spot without her attention. Vi moaned against her, clearly enjoying it as much as Caitlyn was, looking utterly intoxicated by the chance to devour her again. 

Caitlyn propped herself up on her elbows to watch what Vi was doing, forcing her eyes to stay open. She noticed the way Vi’s head moved intensely, never slowing down. The pink-haired woman seemed as consumed by the act as Caitlyn herself, barely aware she was being watched by such eager eyes. The sheriff found the sight just as arousing as the act itself. Knowing Vi took such pleasure in giving her pleasure was nothing short of intoxicating. 

Some time later, Vi pulled back briefly from Caitlyn’s hips only to spit a generous amount of saliva onto her pussy. The sheriff let out a loud gasp, probably caught off guard, but Vi noticed how her entrance clenched as the cool spit trickled down to her core. Vi’s cock throbbed at the sight, imagining herself buried inside Caitlyn and feeling her tighten around her like that. 

Vi went back to eating her out, this time giving twice the attention to Caitlyn’s clit. It was so swollen and slick, so sensitive, that the sheriff’s body jolted forward and her back arched as her hands flew to Vi’s hair, tugging and abusing her scalp without mercy. Caitlyn’s moans grew louder and louder, her body writhing under Vi’s hold. Vi had to grip her tightly by the waist just to keep her in place. It felt so good, so overwhelming, that Caitlyn simply couldn’t control herself, couldn’t stay still. The closer she got to release, the more her legs closed in around Vi’s head. 

Vi could feel her face hot and flushed, her lungs aching for air, but she didn’t stop. She kept sucking Caitlyn, tracing circles repeatedly around her clit. The sheriff’s moans were like music to her ears, and Vi continued pleasuring her with skill. When Caitlyn’s nails dug hard into her scalp, shoving Vi even deeper into her pussy, she knew the sheriff had come. Caitlyn’s whole body trembled, and then she collapsed onto the bed, finally releasing Vi from her grip. 

The sheriff lay still for several seconds, eyes closed and breathing heavy. Vi gave her time to recover as she did the same, crawling up onto the mattress until she hovered over the other woman. When Caitlyn finally opened her eyes again, she noticed how flushed Vi’s face was and felt guilty for her recent lack of control. 

“I’m sorry about that.” The sheriff murmured, gesturing toward Vi’s face. 

“Relax, cupcake. It’s not like I didn’t enjoy it.” Vi reassured her. 

Caitlyn pulled Vi closer, locking her hands behind her neck and her legs around her back. She noticed when Vi stroked her own cock, so hard that the flushed tip was leaking pre-cum and her balls was heavy and swollen. Caitlyn wondered how Vi had endured all that time so worked up without a single touch from her. It seemed Vi shared the same raw attraction Caitlyn felt for her. 

Slowly, Vi pressed the head of her cock to Caitlyn’s eager entrance, pushing inside bit by bit. Even though this wasn’t their first time, and Caitlyn was dripping wet, Vi preferred to take it slow, not wanting to risk hurting the sheriff. Caitlyn was grateful for that, because Vi wasn’t small and she always felt as though the other woman could split her in two. But Caitlyn liked it. She liked it a lot, in fact. Because she had never felt so full in her entire life. When Vi finally bottomed out inside her, Caitlyn let out a breath of relief. That feeling of being stretched and filled was just so, so good. 

Vi groaned hoarsely as Caitlyn’s inner walls clenched around her length, pulsing and squeezing her. She was so hot, so wet, that it nearly made Vi throw her self-control out the window and start pounding into her recklessly. Instead, she stayed still for a few moments longer, scattering kisses along the sheriff’s chest and breasts. 

“How can you always be this tight?” Vi whispered against Caitlyn’s ear, making her shiver. “It’s like I didn’t fuck you just last week.” 

Her words sent a jolt straight to Caitlyn’s clit, making her squeeze around Vi again. A sly smile curved the sheriff’s lips as she felt Vi answer with a smack to her ass. 

Sensing the initial discomfort had passed, Vi began to thrust into Caitlyn. At first, she set a slow rhythm, barely pulling out, teasing her for clenching down on purpose. Vi studied Caitlyn’s face, the desire and the pleading written so perfectly there, with her brow furrowed and her lower lip caught between her teeth. Even through the lace mask, Vi could see the lust gleaming in every one of Caitlyn’s features. And she loved it. She adored those piercing blue eyes. 

The mirror was still the best addition to the room. Caitlyn never tired of watching Vi’s strong back in the reflection as she fucked her so well, gripping her tightly by the hips, the muscles in her back and arms flexing with each deep stroke. The sight alone made Caitlyn’s mouth water. She could easily spend the whole night kissing, biting, and licking every inch of Vi’s body. That woman was almost like a monument. 

Vi began to move faster, now pulling all the way out before slamming back in. Caitlyn’s moans grew louder, needier, especially whenever Vi left just the tip inside her, forcing that terrible emptiness on her again. Caitlyn made sure to spread her legs wide, not only to make Vi’s thrusts easier but also so she could see her pussy completely exposed, see how wet she was because of her. See how desperately she clenched when Vi wasn’t inside her. 

Meanwhile, Vi seemed to enjoy playing with Caitlyn’s expectations, sometimes pulling out completely and waiting just long enough to make the sheriff beg for her to return. Vi also loved the sight of her cock coated in Caitlyn’s arousal, shining with slickness. She slid in and out effortlessly thanks to Caitlyn’s abundant wetness. The more pleasure she gave her, the wetter the sheriff became. 

Vi’s grip on Caitlyn’s hips grew tighter as her thrusts sped up, each one harder and deeper. Caitlyn could feel her slamming into her to the hilt, the head of Vi’s cock striking that sensitive spot inside her. The sheriff’s body rocked with the bed, the headboard banging against the wall again and again. Her breasts bounced with the rhythm, and Vi thought it was the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen. 

“Don’t stop. Please, Vi. Please. Please.” Caitlyn begged between ragged breaths. Her hair was messy, her face flushed red. 

“Never.” The pink-haired woman growled back. 

Vi pressed their foreheads together, stealing a kiss from Caitlyn while still pounding into her relentlessly. She was so deep that Caitlyn could feel the brush of Vi’s pubic hair against her ass, the cold touch of her piercings against her heated skin as Vi laid her body over hers. Caitlyn wrapped her arms around Vi’s strong frame, completely covered beneath her. Now the sheriff could feel every bit of her strength driving into her and she realized she loved that feeling. She loved to have Vi so close, so intimately near. 

When Caitlyn hit her second climax of the night, she clawed down Vi’s back with her long nails. Her body trembled even harder than the first time, writhing beneath Vi, and she could swear she almost saw stars as her head spun. Vi came shortly after, a guttural groan escaping her as she spilled her load deep inside Caitlyn, filling her with her seed. The sheriff moaned and tried to close her legs at the sudden rush of hot cum flooding her so abundantly. 

They stayed wrapped in each other’s arms for several minutes, recovering from the intensity of their orgasms, trading soft touches. Vi was the first to move, pulling out slowly, which drew a frustrated groan from them both. She watched as her cum spilled from Caitlyn’s entrance, dripping down her ass and pooling on the sheets. Vi lost track of time just staring at the sight, utterly mesmerized. She only realized how long she’d been there when Caitlyn pushed herself up on her elbows to look at her. Seeing where Vi’s eyes lingered, Caitlyn brought one finger to her pussy, scooped up some of the cum, and slid it into her mouth, sucking it clean while staring straight at Vi. 

The pink-haired woman felt her cock start to harden again. 

“Fuck, cupcake.” Vi muttered, turning her gaze away. “Don’t do shit like that unless you want me to fuck you until your legs go numb.” 

“And who said I don’t?” Caitlyn shot back. 

Vi looked at her with one eyebrow raised before slipping away into the bathroom. She turned on the hot water in the jacuzzi tub, letting it fill, then went back to fetch Caitlyn, finding the sheriff sitting on the bed. Vi scooped her up bridal-style, earning a soft giggle from the other woman. 

She carried Caitlyn into the bathroom, setting her gently into the tub before climbing in herself. Caitlyn nestled close against her, welcomed by Vi’s embrace. The water was wonderfully warm, the perfect temperature for a relaxing bath, and Caitlyn couldn’t help but let out a satisfied murmur. Babette had been right. Vi really did know how to take care of a woman. 

When Caitlyn lifted her face to look at Vi, she realized both of them were still wearing the masks provided by the brothel, and suddenly it felt strange. It didn’t seem to make sense to keep hiding after they’d shared such intimate moments. After exposing herself in ways she never had before. And Vi didn’t strike her as the type who would go around revealing Caitlyn’s true identity. No, she was better than that. Besides, it was unlikely Vi even knew who Caitlyn was or what her position in the Upper City entailed. Unless she’d had some run-in with Piltover’s police in recent years. 

So, Caitlyn reached a hand behind her head, untying the knot that held the mask to her face and discarding the accessory. Vi’s eyes widened as she turned fully toward her, watching every movement as Caitlyn tossed the mask to the far side of the bathroom. The pink-haired woman seemed to be memorizing each detail of Caitlyn’s face, studying her so intently that the sheriff had to fight the sudden urge to turn away, feeling shy under her gaze. It was as if Vi were seeing more than just her appearance. As if she were truly seeing Caitlyn. 

“Wow.” Vi finally said, barely blinking. “I figured you’d be beautiful, but I didn’t know it would be like this.” 

Caitlyn felt her cheeks warm and, trying to play it off, gave Vi’s shoulder a light, playful tap. 

“You’ve never seen me before, right?” The sheriff asked. 

“If I’d ever seen a hot woman like you, I’m pretty damn sure I’d remember.” Vi grinned. “But no, cupcake. I’ve never seen you before. And I won’t go around telling anyone at the brothel who you are, if that’s what you’re worried about.” 

Caitlyn exhaled in relief. She knew she could trust Vi. 

“Thank you, Vi. It’s just that… I hold a public position in the Upper City. I don’t care if people know I satisfy my sexual desires, but I do care about losing credibility because of it.” Caitlyn admitted. 

“Don’t worry, princess. Your secret is safe with me.” Vi offered her pinky to seal the promise, and Caitlyn hooked hers around it, finding the gesture adorable. 

By now, the tub was brimming with foam, the water high enough to cover them from the shoulders down. Caitlyn could still feel Vi’s watchful gaze on her, and she found it unfair that she was the only one completely bare. So, the sheriff knelt, swung a leg over, and settled into Vi’s lap. She immediately felt the hard length of Vi’s cock pressing against her thigh, biting her lip as she thought about how much she wanted to ride her again. 

But the first thing Caitlyn did was bring a hand to the knot behind Vi’s head, the one holding her mask in place. Vi didn’t seem to mind, she didn’t even look surprised. Maybe, deep down, she’d already expected it. Or maybe she’d planned on removing it herself. 

“May I?” The sheriff asked softly. 

Vi nodded, and Caitlyn tugged the mask free, tossing it away just as she had her own earlier. Vi’s face was as feminine as Caitlyn had imagined. It was young and rebellious, just as her piercings and tattoos declared. The Roman numeral six inked into one cheek caught Caitlyn’s eye, amused by how it also spelled Vi. Her nose had a sharp bridge, looking as though it had once been broken and set back in place, adorned with a piercing that matched the one on her right ear. A small scar cut across her upper lip, and Caitlyn thought it only made her more attractive. 

“Yeah. I’d definitely remember if I’d ever seen you before, too.” Caitlyn repeated Vi’s words, making her laugh. 

“Pretty unlikely for a piltie like you to have ever crossed paths with me.” Vi teased, and Caitlyn arched a brow at being called “piltie” just as she had been on their first night together. “The fact is, I’ve lived in the Undercity my whole life, cupcake. Chances we’ve ever been in the same place at the same time are slim to none.” 

Caitlyn nodded. She knew it was true, but she didn’t want to prod at the fragility of Vi’s life in the Undercity. So she decided the best way to close that subject was to silence Vi with a kiss. And it was more than welcome. Vi wrapped her arms around Caitlyn’s waist, their tongues meeting with that same urgency as always, the same hunger to touch, to feel, to be close. 

Caitlyn grounded her hips provocatively on Vi’s lap, feeling the woman’s grip on her waist tighten. Her pussy clenched around nothing when she felt just how hard Vi was. In truth, it seemed like she had never been any different in Caitlyn’s presence. As if the mere sight of the sheriff naked was enough to drive her wild. 

“How can you stay hard all the time?” Caitlyn asked once the kiss ended. 

“If you knew how fucking hot you are, you wouldn’t be surprised I’m always hard because of you.” Vi shot back. 

Caitlyn rolled her hips again, this time tearing a guttural moan from Vi. 

“Are you gonna let me ride you, Vi?” Caitlyn whispered in her ear. “Watch me grind while you look me in the eyes?” 

“Fuck, yes.” Vi pushed her hips upward, mimicking a thrust and showing that two could play that game. “I’ll fuck you like the spoiled little piltie slut that you are. After all, that’s how you like to be treated, isn’t it?” 

“You know exactly how I like it,” the sheriff answered, just as Vi smacked her ass. 

Caitlyn grabbed Vi’s shaft under the water and aligned it with her entrance, sinking down with ease until Vi was buried inside her completely. This time it was much easier than the first, because Caitlyn was still wet and already used to Vi’s size. With her hands braced on the pink-haired woman’s shoulders, Caitlyn found her balance to start riding. Vi’s hands remained firm on her waist, keeping her steady and guiding her movements. 

Caitlyn wasn’t careful, nor was she slow when she began bouncing on Vi’s cock. No, this time she wanted to go straight to the point. She wanted to satisfy the craving of feeling that woman inside her again. And Vi seemed just as eager to feed that need, guiding Caitlyn and pulling her back down every time she tried to lift her hips, only to make her take her with twice the force. 

Caitlyn threw her head back and moaned, eyes squeezed shut as she once again reveled in the incredible feeling of being filled by Vi. She clenched involuntarily around the other woman’s cock, unable to control her desperation to have Vi so deep inside her. The sound of the water moving around them was utterly obscene, and a wave splashed against Caitlyn’s ass every time she came back down onto Vi’s pelvis, sending shivers through her body. 

Vi buried her face between Caitlyn’s full breasts, licking her skin shamelessly. She took each nipple into her mouth, one after the other, sucking so eagerly that she left marks behind. She was gripping Caitlyn’s hips so tightly her knuckles had turned white, certain she’d leave bruises there too. The combination of Caitlyn’s tightness and the hot water was maddening. Vi’s mind felt fogged, her senses dulled. All she could focus on was the woman riding her with such perfection it was as if she had been born for it. 

“Who would’ve thought a princess like you would ride me so good, huh?” Vi taunted, meeting her gaze now. “Do your coworkers even imagine this is how you like to be treated?” 

“N-no…” Caitlyn gasped between moans. “You’re the only one who knows what I like, Vi.” 

“Exactly, cupcake. Good girl.” Vi praised her. 

The pink-haired woman smacked Caitlyn’s ass again before grabbing a handful of her soft flesh. The sheriff kept riding with abandon, eyes shut and expression lost in pure bliss. Subtly, Vi circled Caitlyn’s tight asshole with the tip of her finger, just testing how she’d react. When Caitlyn didn’t flinch or protest, Vi slowly pushed her finger inside. At first, it was just the tip, Caitlyn’s brow furrowing briefly before relaxing again. So Vi kept going until her finger was almost fully buried in her. 

Vi did her best to move her finger in sync with Caitlyn’s bouncing, making the sheriff moan louder and clutch Vi’s shoulders for more support. Caitlyn’s lips kept spilling Vi’s name, as if she were incapable of thinking about anything else but the woman beneath her. She felt so full, so complete with Vi, even more so now. Her entire body was hot, nearly burning. The bathroom was filled with steam, the mirror fogged, and Caitlyn felt like she might burst into flames. 

“You really are a filthy little slut, cupcake.” Vi growled, savoring every second. 

Caitlyn didn’t answer, only quickened her pace and started grinding down on Vi’s cock, knowing that was her weak spot. Vi groaned in satisfaction as Caitlyn rolled her hips in perfect circles, her whole body moving with sensual grace while keeping Vi fully inside her, clenching tight. Caitlyn’s soft skin glistened like diamond in the moonlight streaming through the window, tiny droplets of water sliding down her body. 

Vi kept her finger moving while guiding Caitlyn’s hips. She could feel her climax approaching, just like Caitlyn’s. Both women worked to maintain the rhythm, building an almost unbearable tension in their cores. That familiar tingling spread through their limbs, muscles clenching, a shiver racing down their spines. 

Caitlyn tightened her hold on Vi’s shoulders, burying her face in the curve of her neck. Her eyelids shut tight when she finally came, the release crashing through her like an electric current before her body went limp, strength leaving her limbs. She clung to Vi as the pink-haired woman kept thrusting, cumming just seconds later and spilling herself deep inside Caitlyn, painting her insides with hot streams of release. 

Vi pressed kisses along Caitlyn’s shoulders and neck, caressing her back. She waited until the sheriff recovered before slowly pulling her finger out, then her cock. The bathwater was starting to cool now, and it wouldn’t be wise for them to stay much longer. First, Vi lifted Caitlyn off her lap and got out of the tub. She grabbed a towel from the sink cabinet and dried herself. Then she fetched a fresh one and helped Caitlyn out as well, gently drying her off. 

The two women returned to the bedroom, and Caitlyn suggested they have a drink. Looking in the minibar, the sheriff found only a few options and settled on a berry-flavored drink. Vi accompanied her but chose a lemon-flavored one. Both sat side by side on the bed, their shoulders touching as they sipped and chatted casually. 

“Aren’t you sleepy?” Vi asked, surprised that someone as busy as Caitlyn wasn’t already dozing off. 

“A little. But not enough to actually fall asleep right now,” Caitlyn replied, shrugging. “I guess this is the ‘Vi effect’ on me.” 

“The ‘Vi effect ’?” The pink-haired woman raised an inquisitive eyebrow. 

“Yeah. I don’t feel tired when I’m with you. Everything is just so… so good, so pleasurable. I don’t want to waste time sleeping,” She confessed. 

Vi let out a laugh so delicious that Caitlyn wished she could record it and play it over and over forever. 

“I’m flattered you think that way, cupcake,” Vi nodded to confirm her words. “But I won’t be upset if you just lie down and sleep. You’re a busy woman, it’s understandable to get tired.” 

“Thank you.” The sheriff said with a slight smile. She paused for a few seconds before speaking again: “I don’t think I ever told you my name.” 

“Nope.” Vi confirmed. 

“Caitlyn. My name is Caitlyn .” 

“That’s a beautiful name. It suits you.” Vi said, pointing at her with the bottle in her hand. “You’re a beautiful, successful woman, Caitlyn. I can’t believe no one has ever been able to satisfy you.” 

It took Caitlyn a moment to register the sound of Vi saying her name, and only then did she realize she needed to respond. She had just discovered that she liked it a lot when Vi called her by name. But perhaps not more than when Vi called her things like “ cupcake .” 

“That’s pretty normal, actually. The more you know what you want, the less people know how to satisfy you. Or even try.” Caitlyn replied. “It’s not like I’m easy to please either.” 

“So, you’re demanding?” Vi narrowed her eyes. 

“Yes. Basically.” The sheriff shrugged again. 

“Then why have you never demanded anything from me?” The question was genuine. 

“Because I never needed to. You just know how to please me.” Caitlyn answered sincerely. 

A smug smile appeared on Vi’s lips. 

“Those pilties are really nothing.” Vi teased. 

“You say that with a ‘piltie’ right beside you.” Caitlyn playfully pushed Vi’s shoulder with hers. 

“You’re the only one I like.” The pink-haired woman said, not realizing that this simple sentence made Caitlyn’s heart race wildly, almost as if it would leap from her chest. 

Knowing Vi liked her made butterflies swarm furiously in the sheriff’s stomach. A blush crept up her ears, and she turned her face to hide it. Caitlyn liked Vi too. More than she should, considering that the relationship they had at the brothel was strictly client and employee. However, they had already gone beyond the masks; admitting they enjoyed each other’s company wasn’t a big deal, right? As long as it stayed between them, there was no problem. 

“You’re not too bad yourself, Vi.” Caitlyn said, clearly teasing. 

“You say that after having come three times for me. And that’s just tonight.” Vi replied, her expression one of pure satisfaction. 

“That just proves what I said.” 

Caitlyn leaned in and kissed Vi, her tongue seeking hers without ceremony. Vi gladly deepened the kiss, holding Caitlyn by the nape. The fruity taste in both their mouths made it even better. The bottles of drink had long been forgotten on the nightstand. That familiar warmth began to rise again through their bodies, and they both knew exactly how it would end. 

Vi’s calloused hands moved up and down Caitlyn’s skin, caressing and groping every curve they encountered. Caitlyn sighed into the kiss, pressing one thigh against the other. She could already feel Vi’s erect cock pressing against her stomach. With one hand, she began stroking Vi, drawing circles on her wet glans with her thumb. The pink-haired woman pinched her nipple hard, making Caitlyn pull away and end the kiss only to moan breathlessly. 

“Turn your back to me, Caitlyn.” Vi’s husky voice, with Caitlyn’s name at the end, made it clear it was an order. 

Obediently, the sheriff turned to her side and faced away from the other woman. Vi lifted one of her legs and made Caitlyn hold it up. Then Vi guided the head of her cock to Caitlyn’s entrance, penetrating her with ease. Vi pushed all the way in at once, making Caitlyn moan suggestively. She had never had sex so many times in a single night. And it made sense that the first time this happened would be with Vi, the only one who could make Caitlyn feel so complete. 

Vi held Caitlyn’s waist with one hand while the other stayed beneath her due to their position. She wasted no time and began thrusting, in and out at a moderate pace. Even though this was the third time she had penetrated the sheriff that night, Caitlyn was just as tight as the first time. Vi felt like she was in paradise as Caitlyn’s inner walls gripped her insistently, clenching around her repeatedly. Vi couldn’t understand how anyone could go to sleep without satisfying a woman like Caitlyn. 

By this point in the night, Caitlyn had become completely pliable in Vi’s hands, obeying her every command without resistance. She let Vi decide the position, speed, and rhythm of the movements. And it felt right. It felt right because Vi knew exactly how to satisfy Caitlyn, knew how to treat her. From their first encounter in that very room, the sheriff had never had any trouble giving herself over to the other woman. 

Vi watched with thick lust as Caitlyn’s curves moved with the momentum of her thrusts. The sheriff’s body, with thick thighs, full breasts, and well-shaped hips, moved with voluptuous intent. Her nipples always hard and her skin flushed revealed the intense desire she felt. Her long dark hair was partially wet from the bath, sticking to her skin, making the sight even more obscene. Caitlyn’s face was always expressive, brow furrowed, eyes closed. Sometimes she bit her lips or opened her mouth to moan Vi’s name. 

“You’re so, so hot, cupcake,” Vi whispered in her ear, blowing a few strands of hair with her ragged breath. “So wet and tight… I could spend the rest of the night inside you.” 

Caitlyn shivered, feeling her body scorchingly hot, a nearly unbearable heat spreading across her and focusing in her core. Sweat had begun trickling down her skin again, making it sticky. She pressed her back against Vi’s chest and started moving her hips, intensifying the meeting of their pelvises and grinding against Vi. One of Caitlyn’s hands reached for Vi’s hair, tugging roughly. 

Vi buried her face in Caitlyn’s shoulder, biting the skin and eliciting a strangled moan. Then she licked the bite mark, easing the slight pain. Caitlyn’s skin tasted like a mix of soap and sweat, but it didn’t bother Vi at all, who continued planting kisses along her shoulders and neck. The sheriff’s face was pressed against the pillow, muffling some of her moans and heavy breathing. She simply didn’t have the strength to keep her head up and watch Vi’s movements. 

“Are you gonna let me come inside you again, Caitlyn?” Vi asked, her voice thick with lust. “Is this how you like it? When I make you so full with my cum?” 

“Yes, Vi. Fuck yes.” Caitlyn replied. “Please, I want to feel every drop…” 

Vi obeyed Caitlyn’s plea, pounding her until she reached her peak, spilling thick, long streams of cum inside her. The pink-haired woman moaned deeply, holding the sheriff tightly. Caitlyn climaxed as she felt Vi cumming inside her, trembling violently in the other woman’s arms. She was sure that if she hadn’t been on birth control for so long, she probably would have left pregnant. If Vi ever wanted children in the future, she wouldn’t mind at all. 

Being her fourth orgasm of the night, Caitlyn’s body was weak, completely drained of energy. The post-orgasmic lethargy settled in, making her eyelids heavy with sleep. She felt Vi shifting behind her, preparing to withdraw. With a last burst of strength, Caitlyn gently grabbed her arm and stopped her. 

“No. Stay, please,” the sheriff whispered. 

Vi immediately relaxed, remaining still behind Caitlyn, just holding her by the waist. Their bodies stayed pressed together, sharing warmth. Vi wasn’t opposed to staying inside Caitlyn longer; on the contrary, she enjoyed it as much as Caitlyn liked feeling filled by her, hating the emptiness that came when she left. 

So they snuggled close to each other, and a few minutes later, they fell asleep. Caitlyn slept first, as usual. Being a Saturday night, there was no worry about waking up early the next day. Caitlyn had paid 320 for the room for the entire night. Being bourgeois had its perks, after all. In her sleep-addled mind, on the verge of unconsciousness, Caitlyn considered meeting Vi outside the brothel. After all, having revealed their true identities to each other, nothing prevented them from crossing a few more boundaries. Caitlyn’s house was big enough to host Vi. She would definitely think more about that later. 

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It had been exactly a month since the last time Caitlyn had seen Vi. Over the past few days, the Sheriff of Piltover had been extremely busy, always with one thing or another to do, a criminal to arrest, or an enormous stack of paperwork to fill out. It seemed that the more time and experience she gained in the position, the more responsibilities piled onto her shoulders. 

It had become difficult even to relax. Caitlyn’s nights had grown shorter, with fewer hours of sleep. Hot showers after an exhausting day helped a little, but they weren’t enough. Still, despite everything, Caitlyn genuinely liked being a sheriff. And she also liked the not-so-modest salary that came with it. 

Whenever she had a bit of time to herself and could afford to spend a few hours thinking, Caitlyn thought of Vi. She thought of the last night they had spent together at Last Caress, of Vi’s voice, her scent, her touch, her body… And that was how Caitlyn often ended up going to bed even later on some random Wednesday night, after spending several long minutes touching herself while thinking about Vi. The upside was that, in those moments, after an intense orgasm, her body truly relaxed, and she fell asleep quickly. 

So, when Caitlyn found herself missing Vi so much, not just the sex, but the company of the pink-haired woman to an almost unbearable degree, she called the brothel and was answered by Babette. Without beating around the bush, the Sheriff of Piltover asked for Vi’s phone number, and the brothel owner gave it to her without hesitation or questioning why Caitlyn wanted such a personal piece of information. 

After that, Caitlyn spent a few more days brooding over her actions, wondering whether she should really message Vi or if she had already gone too far by intruding into the pink-haired woman’s personal life. In the end, on a night full of longing and short on reason, Caitlyn gave in to her most intimate desires and sent Vi a message. She was polite and explained how she had gotten the number. Vi, in turn, seemed to find the whole situation amusing and reassured the sheriff that it was perfectly fine. 

The two of them spent an entire week just exchanging messages, talking throughout most of the day. Caitlyn found herself growing anxious as she waited for a reply from Vi, her attention drifting away from the pile of reports in front of her every five minutes as she checked her phone, searching for that little envelope icon that meant Vi had answered her last message. And when it did happen, Caitlyn’s chest felt as though it might burst with excitement. The pink-haired woman, for her part, seemed just as engaged in the conversation, doing her best to reply as quickly as possible. 

As they kept texting, Caitlyn began to feel more comfortable and confident. That was why, after a week of messages, she finally worked up the courage to invite Vi over for dinner at her place. Vi accepted without a second thought, and the sheriff sent her the address. Caitlyn also offered to pay for a taxi, given the considerable distance between their homes, but Vi immediately refused and told her not to worry about it. 

And now that Friday night had arrived, Caitlyn felt euphoric at the thought of seeing Vi again. She had gotten home from work a few hours earlier and immediately taken a shower. She chose to leave her dark hair loose and put on a black dress with thin straps that fell to mid-thigh, leaving a generous amount of skin exposed. The V-neckline added an air of elegance and sensuality to the look, traits that were unmistakably Caitlyn’s whenever she wanted to impress someone. And she definitely wanted to impress Vi. 

After lining her eyes with a black eyeliner and painting her lips with dark red lipstick, Caitlyn went around the apartment to make sure every corner was tidy and ready to receive Vi. Then she headed to the kitchen to cook one of the few dishes she knew how to make: spaghetti carbonara. Caitlyn wasn’t the best cook in the world, nor did she know how to prepare a wide variety of meals, but the ones she did know, she made with care. 

She left the pasta cooking while frying the bacon, checking her phone frequently. When she finished plating the two dishes and added a light layer of grated cheese on top, Vi sent a message saying she was getting into the elevator of Caitlyn’s building. The sheriff hurried to the hallway mirror and checked her appearance, just to make sure nothing had gone out of place while she was cooking. 

A surge of euphoria hit her again when the doorbell rang. Doing her best to keep her balance in her heels as her legs suddenly felt weak, Caitlyn walked to the door and opened it without even looking through the peephole. She knew exactly who it was. 

Vi’s reaction to seeing Caitlyn after an entire month apart did not disappoint. The pink-haired woman looked utterly enchanted, her eyes roaming over Caitlyn’s tall, slender figure in the tight dress again and again, lingering meaningfully at the neckline of her breasts. Caitlyn felt almost as if Vi could see straight through her soul through that dress, which made her feel both satisfied and shy. In turn, she let her own gaze travel over Vi’s appearance, thoroughly enjoying seeing her in more casual clothes. 

The pink-haired woman wore black combat boots, loose dark pants, a white tank top, and a denim jacket. Caitlyn thought the outfit suited Vi perfectly and found herself examining her more than once as well. 

“Good evening, cupcake. You look… beautiful. Absolutely beautiful,” Vi said, nodding as if agreeing with herself. “I thought we were just having dinner at your place. I didn’t know we were attending a high-society Piltover event.” 

“Good evening to you too, Vi.” Caitlyn rolled her eyes, though the smile on her lips was unmistakable. She could barely contain herself. “Am I not allowed to dress elegantly to receive a guest?” She asked rhetorically as she stepped aside to let Vi in. 

“On the contrary, of course you are. And please, do.” Vi clasped her hands together as if pleading, then stepped past Caitlyn at the doorway, entering the penthouse apartment. 

When Vi stopped in the entry hall, their conversation paused as the pink-haired woman turned her head from side to side, taking in Caitlyn’s apartment. The sheriff waited in silence as Vi’s stupor slowly faded. She almost found the surprised, awestruck expression on the other woman’s face amusing. 

“Wow…” Vi murmured. “I’m pretty sure your apartment is bigger than Last Caress. And that place has, like, twenty or thirty rooms.” 

“Thank you… I think.” Caitlyn laughed, walking past Vi—who was still standing in the hall—and heading to the kitchen. “You can come out of the hall now, Vi. Unless you’d like to have dinner there.” 

She heard Vi mutter something like “tsk, pilties” before following her into the kitchen. Caitlyn watched Vi’s grayish eyes examine the room just as Caitlyn herself had done minutes earlier with the living room. 

“Now I understand why you like being sheriff so much,” Vi commented, leaning against the kitchen island as she watched Caitlyn finish setting up dinner. 

“I don’t do it for the money,” Caitlyn shook her head. “The high salary is a bonus, of course, but I genuinely like being sheriff.” 

Caitlyn placed the two plates on the large square table at the other end of the kitchen. Two lit candles and two empty wine glasses sat on the table. She pulled out one of the tall, cushioned chairs and gestured for Vi to sit and make herself comfortable, which she did. Caitlyn disappeared from view for a few seconds and soon returned holding an unopened bottle of red wine. 

After opening it, the sheriff poured a small amount of wine into both glasses and sat down in the chair beside Vi. Since the table was quite large, she figured they’d be too far apart if she sat across from her. 

“So when and how did you decide you wanted to be Sheriff of Piltover?” Vi asked, reaching for the cutlery beside her plate. 

“When I was a child, my parents wanted me to practice some kind of sport. I was always interested in learning how to shoot, so they asked the former Sheriff of Piltover, Grayson, to give me shooting lessons every week,” Caitlyn explained. “Grayson was an exceptional markswoman. It was easy to see why she had gotten the position so easily. Over time, I grew up and became a great shot myself. I joined the Piltover police as an Enforcer and worked alongside the sheriff.” She took a bite of the carbonara and continued after swallowing. “A few years ago, Grayson died during an operation. She was already advanced in age, but we expected she’d stay on as sheriff for a few more years. Before she died, Grayson left a will naming me as her successor. And I couldn’t refuse, of course. My admiration for her is still the same.” 

Vi listened quietly to the entire story while eating and watching Caitlyn talk about her past. It was clear that Caitlyn had been born into a wealthy family, so having shooting lessons was entirely plausible for someone like her. Still, despite her family’s money and influence in Piltover, Caitlyn wasn’t arrogant or condescending, on the contrary, she seemed kind and easy to be around. Vi could see that in the way Caitlyn’s eyes lit up when she talked about Grayson or her work as sheriff. She truly loved what she did. 

“I see,” Vi said after a moment. “Grayson must have been very important to you.” 

“She was. And she still is. I still carry many of her lessons with me,” Caitlyn nodded. “When I was a child, there were days I spent more time with her than with my parents. My mother is a Councillor and my father is a doctor. They didn’t have much time for me. And as an only child, I didn’t have kids my age to play with or even just talk to. So my shooting lessons with Grayson were the best part of my day.” The sheriff traced the rim of her wine glass with her index finger, her gaze distant and thoughtful. 

Vi placed her hand over Caitlyn’s on the table, giving it a gentle squeeze. 

“I’m really sorry about Grayson, cupcake. I’m sure she’s very proud of you, wherever she is,” Vi said, trying to convey as much comfort and support as she could through that simple touch. 

Caitlyn focused on Vi and smiled, squeezing her hand in return. 

“Thank you, Vi. I’m okay,” Caitlyn nodded, as if to emphasize her words. “But what about you? How did you decide what you wanted to do for work?” 

The moment the question left her lips, Caitlyn realized the mistake she had made. Vi worked at Last Caress. She probably hadn’t chosen that job. Life’s circumstances must have led her to Babette. Biting her lip, Caitlyn closed her eyes in regret, mentally calling herself an idiot over and over. She only snapped out of her thoughts when she heard Vi chuckle softly. 

“No one’s ever asked me that before,” the pink-haired woman said, still amused. 

“I know, I’m sorry, Vi. I didn’t—” 

“It’s okay, cupcake,” Vi interrupted. “You were just being polite by asking about my job. And honestly, I don’t mind sharing that with you.” 

Caitlyn simply nodded and stayed quiet, waiting for Vi to continue. 

“Actually, my job at Last Caress isn’t my main source of income. I started working there a few times a week as a way to earn some extra money,” Vi explained, noticing Caitlyn’s blue eyes widen. “During the day, I work as a personal trainer at a gym in the Undercity. Last year, my dad had a heart attack, and the doctor recommended that he stop doing any kind of physical effort and rest. So all of our household debts became my responsibility. I have a younger sister, she’s a little science genius and got a scholarship to a university here in Piltover. So, so she can focus on her studies, I committed to covering all the household expenses. To do that, I needed extra money. That’s when I talked to Babette, an old acquaintance of my dad’s, and she got me a temporary job at Last Caress. I usually only work there on weekends. I also have plans to buy a better house for my family, so…” 

Caitlyn’s eyes were even wider after hearing Vi’s entire story. She had been right to assume that the job at Last Caress was a result of Vi’s circumstances, but she hadn’t imagined that two other people depended on her. Everything made sense now, especially the fact that Vi was always at the brothel on weekends. Still, Caitlyn never would have guessed that Vi’s steady job was as a personal trainer. Of course, one could assume something like that just by looking at Vi’s sculpted physique, but Caitlyn had thought it was simply the result of intense gym sessions, not an actual profession. 

“I… I’m really sorry about your father, Vi,” Caitlyn said softly. “How is he now? And what’s his name?” 

“Relax, cupcake. He’s doing fine now. He’s a bit stubborn and hardheaded, always finding something to do and never really resting, but his health has improved a lot. His name is Vander. My younger sister’s name is Powder.” 

“I can see where you get it from,” Caitlyn laughed, nudging Vi’s hand. 

“That’s what everyone says,” Vi shrugged. “And your parents? Do you still talk to them?” 

“Yes, sometimes we talk on the phone. I’m closer to my father than to my mother. We see each other in person at family gatherings at the Kiramman mansion.” 

“You grew up in a mansion? Wow,” Vi raised her eyebrows, impressed. 

“It was so big it echoed. I felt lonely most of the time,” Caitlyn shrugged. 

“That’s a shame,” Vi replied. 

Caitlyn smiled at Vi, as if to say it didn’t matter anymore, and stood up from the table. She gathered the wine bottle and glasses and placed them in the sink. Before she could return for the plates, Vi brought them over as well, setting them down beside her. Caitlyn thanked her. 

Standing there in the middle of the kitchen, facing each other, Caitlyn finally did what she’d been wanting to do for a month: she hugged Vi. The pink-haired woman hugged her back instantly, pressing her lips to Caitlyn’s forehead. The embrace was tight and long, neither of them wanted to let go. 

“I missed you,” The sheriff confessed; her voice muffled against the other woman’s chest. 

“I missed you too,” Vi replied. “Why didn’t you come back to Last Caress?” 

“I’ve been busy this past month. A lot of work,” Caitlyn said, and Vi could hear the exhaustion in her voice. 

Vi lifted Caitlyn’s chin with her fingertips, looking deeply into those blue eyes, trying to convey her affection before pressing her lips to Caitlyn’s. Caitlyn was quick to respond, urgently seeking Vi’s tongue, having craved that contact for so long. The pink-haired woman’s hands slid down to the sheriff’s waist, squeezing her and pulling her closer until their bodies were flush. Caitlyn’s fingers tangled in the short hair at the nape of Vi’s neck, scratching lightly. The kiss was long and full of barely restrained caresses, and they only pulled apart when their lungs demanded air. Vi brushed her nose against Caitlyn’s. 

“I think it’s time for dessert,” the pink-haired woman whispered against the sheriff’s lips. 

“I didn’t make any—” 

“I think you know exactly what kind of dessert I’m talking about, cupcake,” Vi interrupted, biting Caitlyn’s lower lip. 

Caitlyn felt a shiver run down her spine and immediately kissed Vi again, making sure to press her body against hers. Vi returned the kiss and Caitlyn pulled her by her jacket, guiding them through the kitchen and living room until they reached the counch. The sheriff pushed Vi and she fell seated on the counch, with Caitlyn in her lap. They continued kissing while Caitlyn began to grind against the pink-haired woman’s lap, tracing circles with her hips over the erection that was beginning to form inside Vi’s pants. The sheriff moaned in delight at how hard Vi already was. She could feel her own pussy contracting around nothing and getting wetter and wetter. 

Vi ran her hands up Caitlyn’s body until she reached her breasts, which she squeezed tightly over the tight dress. The sheriff’s back arched in pleasure and she grinded even more intensely, showering kisses on Vi’s neck. 

“I want you,” Vi whispered in her ear. 

“I want you even more,” The sheriff replied, her voice thick with lust. 

Vi slid the thin straps of Caitlyn’s dress down her arms, exposing her large, round breasts. Vi wasted no time in taking one in her mouth, licking and sucking Caitlyn’s nipple until it was hard, while squeezing the other breast with one hand. The sheriff writhed in her lap, pushing Vi’s head even closer to her breasts. Caitlyn moaned softly against Vi’s ear, making the pink-haired woman even more excited. 

“Please, Cait… let me feel you,” Vi pleaded, pulling her face away from Caitlyn’s chest to look at her. The sheriff nodded. 

“But I want to do one thing first.” Caitlyn gave Vi a brief kiss on the lips before getting off her lap. 

After removing her dress, Caitlyn knelt before Vi, who spread her legs to accommodate her. The sheriff removed Vi’s pants along with her underwear. Vi’s penis sprang out of her underwear, already fully erect and with the glans leaking precum. Caitlyn held the phallus with one hand, making up-and-down movements. Even though this wasn’t the first time for either of them, Caitlyn would always be impressed by how big the pink-haired woman was. 

Vi bit her lip, watching the scene greedily. The sheriff brought her lips close to her penis, placing kisses along its length and leaving Vi impatient for what was to come. Then, Caitlyn’s tongue licked the pink head, tasting the bittersweet taste of Vi’s precum. The pink-haired woman’s skin was warm, almost as if it were on fire under the sheriff’s touch, and this was the final spark she needed. 

Little by little, Caitlyn took Vi’s penis into her mouth, taking in as much as she could. Without wasting time, the sheriff began to move her head up and down, sucking Vi with all the desire she had stored within her. With her hands resting on Vi’s thighs, she kept her eyes fixed on the pink-haired woman, never looking away, wanting to observe and memorize every reaction, like a scene she would love to rewind over and over again. 

Vi found the way Caitlyn looked at her with pure lust extremely erotic, and for that very reason she held the sheriff’s gaze, making her aware of all her desire. Vi had never slept with someone who provoked such genuine reactions in her. Who was so willing to give her pleasure as Caitlyn was. Generally, the people who sought her out at Last Caresses were only concerned with themselves, looking for some kind of relief after a turbulent day. But Caitlyn was different. And she seemed to genuinely enjoy the connection she had with Vi, the way their intimate nights were truly intimate. 

The sheriff purposefully pressed her tongue against the glans of Vi’s penis, often almost bringing her to orgasm. Caitlyn made sure to go as deep as she could, her nose touching Vi’s pelvis when she managed to get it all in her mouth. Her movements were repetitive, but now at a faster pace, completely covering Vi’s penis with her saliva. The pink-haired woman’s precum spilled onto Caitlyn’s tongue more and more, indicating how close to climax she was. 

Vi groaned hoarsely, the muscles in her legs tensing as she felt extremely close to orgasm. So, she grabbed Caitlyn’s hair and began thrusting into her mouth, going all the way in without worrying about how much the sheriff could take. Caitlyn let Vi control the movements for a while, feeling her eyes water and her throat burn with the intensity of the thrusts. Vi seemed so lost in the moment, with such a frantic expression on her pretty face, that Caitlyn could tell with certainty that she seemed very eager to come. 

However, the sheriff had other plans for her. Therefore, Caitlyn removed Vi’s hands from her hair and slowly withdrew her penis from her mouth, a strand of saliva still connecting them. She almost laughed when she heard Vi let out a dissatisfied groan, her moment completely ruined. The sheriff masturbated Vi while sucking on her swollen balls, feeling her pussy get wet at the thought of the large amount of sperm the pink-haired woman was holding. She was careful not to go too far and pulled away when she felt it necessary. 

Before Vi could react, Caitlyn positioned the other woman’s penis between her full breasts, moving and pressing them around Vi’s length. Vi threw her head back, completely speechless, only able to groan loudly. That sensation was like paradise for Vi, only not better than being inside Caitlyn, of course. But the sheriff was a pleasant box of surprises, always proving she could be as dirty as possible. 

The mixture of Caitlyn’s saliva and Vi’s precum helped make the movements easier, with the sheriff moving her breasts up and down around Vi’s penis with ease. The flesh of Caitlyn’s breasts was so abundant that it perfectly enveloped Vi’s cock, almost making it disappear. It was soft and warm, making the pink-haired woman crave more and more, her lower abdomen tingling and orgasm drawing ever closer. 

Vi looked back at Caitlyn, almost melting with lust as she noticed how her nipples seemed even harder now that they were in contact with her cock. Vi’s mind was already clouded with pleasure when she gripped Caitlyn’s shoulders and began to thrust her hips against her breasts, increasing the frequency of skin-to-skin contact. The head of her cock was so red that any touch would bring her to climax. 

When a twinge in her testicles made Vi squeeze Caitlyn’s shoulders tighter, the sheriff realized the woman before her was almost there. So, the sheriff lowered herself and took Vi’s cock into her mouth again, eagerly sucking it once more. Seconds later, Vi ejaculated slowly onto Caitlyn’s tongue, spilling long jets of semen, which the sheriff gladly received. Vi shuddered and groaned, her muscles finally relaxing. She watched as Caitlyn pulled away and opened her mouth, only to show her tongue stained white with Vi’s cum. Then she swallowed it all and opened her mouth again, just to show that she had swallowed. Vi felt her penis harden again at the sight. 

The pink-haired woman grabbed the sheriff’s chin and pulled her close, kissing her and tasting her own lips. 

“I want to pound you as deep as I can.” Vi had said, whispering against the sheriff’s mouth. 

“Please.” Caitlyn replied, making her desire clear as well. 

Vi stood up and made Caitlyn lie down on the counch, her back against the upholstery. She placed a hand on each side of the sheriff’s head for support as she lay on top of her. Vi removed Caitlyn’s lacy panties and spread her legs, sighing at the sight of the woman’s wet pussy. Slowly, Vi pushed herself inside the sheriff, encountering little resistance this time. Still, Caitlyn held onto Vi’s strong arms, seeking support as she felt the length of the pink-haired woman filling her, provoking in her that pleasurable sensation of being so full of Vi. The initial discomfort had become small now, compared to the immense pleasure she felt. 

Once Vi was completely inside Caitlyn, she waited a few minutes until the sheriff was comfortable with the sensation. Even though, after having sex so many times, Caitlyn was used to Vi, the pink-haired woman still thought it was best to wait. She didn’t want to accidentally hurt Caitlyn by going too fast right at the beginning. And the sheriff was grateful for that, because Vi wasn’t small and she always felt like she could easily be torn in half by the other woman. 

Little by little, Vi began to thrust into Caitlyn, going in and out at a moderate pace, but not too slow. The sheriff’s pussy was so hot, so wet and tight, that Vi had to hold back as much as possible to avoid coming too soon and ruining the moment. It required all her self-control not to give in to the sensation of Caitlyn’s inner walls contracting around her and squeezing her greedily, as if wanting to drain every drop of her sperm. It was almost impossible for Vi not to think about the consequences if she ended up getting Caitlyn pregnant one of the nights they spent together. There would definitely be many. 

The sheriff rested her legs on Vi’s shoulders, spreading them as wide as she could, leaving her wet pussy completely exposed to the other woman. Caitlyn’s clitoris was so swollen that it was almost a sin to leave it untouched, but Vi’s thrusts did a good job of drawing pleasure from her. The sheriff held onto the pink-haired woman’s strong arms for support, feeling her muscles tense under her touch. The expression on Vi’s face was so good to see that Caitlyn found herself hypnotized by the scene. With a furrowed brow and parted lips, Vi stared intently at the sheriff’s pelvis, seemingly watching with longing as her pussy swallowed her cock completely. 

“I missed this so much, I missed you,” Caitlyn said, her voice breathless and unsteady. 

“I know. I can feel it in the way you keep contracting around my cock like a desperate little slut,” Vi replied smugly. 

As a form of provocation, Caitlyn purposefully tightened her pussy around Vi, eliciting a hoarse moan from her. The pink-haired woman gripped the sheriff’s hips and began thrusting harder, going as deep as she could inside her, only to withdraw almost completely, leaving just the head inside, and then thrusting forcefully again. Caitlyn’s reaction was to roll her eyes and throw her head back; such was the pleasure she felt. Her body moved with the impact of Vi’s movements, her full breasts swaying obscenely. 

Vi, seeing that sight before her, slapped one of Caitlyn’s breasts, pinching her nipple between her fingers. The sheriff writhed and groaned louder, feeling every part of her body shudder. Then, Vi’s hand moved to Caitlyn’s neck, squeezing the area with moderate force, exerting a bearable pressure that served only to tell the sheriff who was in charge. The rhythm of Vi’s thrusts was much faster now, causing such a pleasurable friction between their bodies that it was almost maddening. Both were already beginning to feel that familiar tingling in their lower abdomens, indicating that orgasm was near. 

“I’m going to fill you with all my cum. That’s what my little slut wants, huh? That’s why you waited a month to see me, isn’t it?” Vi teased, whispering in the other woman’s ear with her husky voice. 

“Y-yes, Vi,” Caitlyn replied between moans. “I want it all inside me, please.” 

Watching Caitlyn beg was always a turn on, but it was even more so when she begged for her sperm, making Vi groan at the sound of her whimpering. The pink-haired woman felt almost a primal instinct to mark Caitlyn with her seed, to fill her to such an extent that she would produce heirs. To signal to the world that this woman was hers, that she was the only one capable of giving the sheriff so much pleasure. That was the closest Vi had ever come to completely losing control and surrendering to her impulses. 

“Please, Vi, fill me with your cum. I want to be filled with your pleasure,” Caitlyn continued moaning. 

That was enough for Vi to give up trying to hold back any longer. She pressed her forehead against Caitlyn’s and hugged her while cumming long jets of sperm inside her, remaining there for quite some time while continuing to expel more and more loads. The sheriff whimpered and shuddered, feeling a shiver run down her spine as Vi had the biggest orgasm of her life inside her, eventually causing Caitlyn’s own orgasm as well. The two remained embraced, surprised every time, after a few minutes without anything, Vi released another load inside Caitlyn. It was almost as if she couldn’t stop. And, for a moment, Caitlyn wondered if they weren’t taking too many risks doing this. She didn’t know how far the contraceptives would hold up, since she had never been with someone like Vi. 

“You were really holding back,” The sheriff commented, stroking Vi’s hair. 

“You have no idea how much,” Vi replied, laughing lightly. “You’re the hottest woman I’ve ever slept with, Caitlyn Kiramman.” 

“Oh, please. No flattery,” Caitlyn joked. 

“No, seriously,” Vi said, lifting her face to look at her. “I think you wouldn’t doubt me if you could feel how good it is to be inside you.” 

Caitlyn bit her lip, holding the other woman's gaze. 

“Then I can say the same about you, Vi.” 

They exchanged a long, meaningful kiss, with Vi tasting herself in Caitlyn’s mouth. After the kiss ended, the pink-haired woman slowly withdrew from the sheriff, causing a large amount of her own cum to spill out as she did so. A long, thick white line ran from Caitlyn’s pussy towards her anus and onto the counch beneath them. With one hand, Vi slid two fingers across her pussy, spreading her sperm across the area, leaving her completely covered. 

“Damn, look at this, cupcake.” Vi clenched her jaw, feeling her cock begin to harden again. 

 “You were so good, Vi. You fucked me so right.” Caitlyn replied seductively while feeling the other woman’s touches on her. 

Vi loved when Caitlyn used that seductive voice; it was worthy of a slut begging to be fucked, and it turned her on even more. That’s why the pink-haired woman knelt in front of the sheriff and spread her legs wide, keeping them apart. She spat a generous amount of saliva onto Caitlyn’s pussy before burying her face between her thighs. Vi moaned pleasurably as she tasted her own flavor mixed with Caitlyn’s on her pussy, swallowing every drop of their orgasm that fell onto her tongue. The more she sucked, the more white streaks of her semen oozed from inside the sheriff. 

“Oh my God, Vi...” Caitlyn groaned. “You’re insatiable.” 

“And you love it,” Vi replied, lifting her eyes only to see the eager expression on the sheriff’s pretty face. 

Caitlyn didn’t answer, only buried her fingers in Vi’s hair and began pulling at her locks, pushing her closer and closer to her center. The pink-haired woman slid her tongue all over Caitlyn’s pussy, sometimes teasing her entrance by inserting just the tip and then withdrawing again. The sheriff’s legs insisted on automatically trying to close around Vi’s head every time a shiver ran through her body, causing Vi to use more force to hold Caitlyn’s legs apart. 

The sheriff’s moans soon became more frequent, filling the room. That made Vi suck even harder, licking and drooling over Caitlyn’s pussy with the same fervor as someone thirsty. The wet sounds the contact generated were as exciting as Caitlyn’s moans, quickly making Vi’s cock hard again. So hard it almost hurt. And it had only been a few minutes since she came. 

When Vi moved her tongue up and focused her caresses on the sheriff’s clitoris, the latter writhed on the counch, arching her back and digging her nails into Vi’s scalp. The pink-haired woman made sure to give all her attention to the sheriff’s swollen clitoris, making her see stars with the intensity of the stimulation on such a sensitive point of her body. The caress was so pleasurable that Caitlyn’s voice disappeared for a few moments and she found herself unable to do anything but pull Vi’s hair very hard. Caitlyn’s chest rose and fell frequently due to her panting breath, and her face was contorted in a grimace, with her eyes tightly closed and her brow furrowed. 

Vi took advantage of the intense pleasure the sheriff was experiencing to carefully slide the tip of her finger into her anus, remaining still for a few moments before slowly sliding the rest in. When her finger was almost fully inside Caitlyn, Vi began to move the digit at a slow pace, just testing Caitlyn’s reactions and getting her used to the sensation. 

The sheriff threw her head back and pushed Vi’s face even closer to her center, causing the pink-haired woman to bury her face completely in her pussy, Vi’s nose also touching her clitoris. Still, all of that didn’t seem enough for Caitlyn. She felt as if her body was on fire and she was about to combust. A great tension grew more and more in her lower abdomen, making her writhe against Vi’s face. 

The pink-haired woman continued the stimulation with her tongue and finger, doing her best to satisfy the sheriff. She wouldn’t lie: it was incredibly exciting to see a woman as proper as Caitlyn, an authority figure in the city of Piltover, completely lose control in her hands. Vi doubted anyone else besides her had ever seen Caitlyn so surrendered and submissive like that, almost on the verge of collapse because of her tongue. Vi was certainly skilled at what she did, but things went to another level with Caitlyn, a much higher one. The connection between them was incredible. 

Some time later, the sheriff’s entire body trembled and lurched forward as she pulled Vi’s hair with twice the force, intensely climaxing in the other woman’s mouth. Vi drank every drop, willingly swallowing the mixture of her orgasms. Gradually, Caitlyn calmed down and her body relaxed, her hands releasing Vi’s hair and her legs weakening and falling onto the counch. The pink-haired woman delicately moved away from her pelvis, removing her finger from her anus as well. Caitlyn remained still for a few minutes, just recovering, and Vi waited patiently. 

“You have such a beautiful pussy,” Vi said, seeming to speak more to herself than to the sheriff. 

“You really like my pussy, don’t you?” Caitlyn replied, finding the sudden comment amusing. 

“You have no idea how much,” Vi’s words were sincere. 

The pink-haired woman slid her tongue over Caitlyn’s pussy one last time, as if to prove what she was saying, and then placed a kiss on one of her thighs before standing up. Vi clung to the sheriff, supporting herself with one arm on each side of her head. Vi’s cock was so erect that Caitlyn felt it poking her stomach, and she automatically reached for it, beginning to masturbate it. It was so thick that it was difficult to close her hand around it, and this realization caused Caitlyn’s pussy to contract around nothing. 

“Do you trust me, cupcake?” Vi asked, whispering against the sheriff’s dark hair. 

“Of course I do,” Caitlyn replied without hesitation. 

“Then get on all fours in front of me, okay?” she asked. 

Caitlyn placed a quick kiss on Vi’s lips before pulling away and turning her back, supporting herself on her knees and hands, sticking her ass out towards the pink-haired woman as much as she could. Vi quickly grabbed Caitlyn’s buttocks, spreading them apart to get a full view of her tight asshole. The sheriff heard Vi curse and mutter something before landing a solid slap on one of her buttocks, leaving a reddish mark. 

Vi held her cock and rubbed it a few times against Caitlyn’s pussy, wetting it with the sheriff’s juices. Then, she slowly inserted just the head into Caitlyn’s anus, feeling her contract strongly around her penis. Vi remained still and waited calmly until the sheriff told her she could proceed. Gradually, she pushed herself into the other woman’s orifice, pausing throughout the process to let Caitlyn adjust to her size. 

The sheriff closed her eyes, squeezing her eyelids shut and gripping the back of the sofa tightly. The pain she felt wasn’t as bad as she had imagined, but, on the other hand, there was an uncomfortable burning sensation that made penetration more difficult. It was Caitlyn’s first time having anal sex, and, luckily, the pink-haired woman was nothing but patient with her. And that was precisely why Caitlyn had agreed to it, answering so confidently that yes, she trusted Vi. 

The pink-haired woman remained motionless for a few more minutes after being completely inside Caitlyn again, holding her by the hips to keep them both in place. Caitlyn’s ass was even tighter than her pussy, probably because she had never done this before. Vi felt a great deal of pressure around her cock, the sheriff’s inner walls squeezing her insistently. The heat around her was also considerable, and it made Vi control herself as much as possible so as not to spoil the moment. 

After some time, when Caitlyn was more comfortable, Vi began to thrust slowly into her, establishing a calm rhythm, barely pulling her cock out of her before thrusting again. The sheriff moaned softly because, despite the burning sensation, she was enjoying this new feeling. It was another way to feel Vi filling her so well. 

“Your cock feels so good, Vi...” Caitlyn said between moans. “I feel so full...” 

Caitlyn’s words massaged Vi’s ego, and she began to thrust faster into the sheriff, going deeper as well. Caitlyn whimpered with the force of Vi’s thrusts, tilting her head back. 

“You’re so perfect, so tight...” Vi replied, grunting as she felt Caitlyn contract around her again. “You feel like a virgin whore.” 

“Would you like that? Would you like to have been my first?” Caitlyn asked, opening her eyes to look at Vi as best she could in that position. 

“Without a doubt.” Vi smiled maliciously, as if all the most obscene thoughts in the world were going through her head at that exact moment. “If I had been your first, I would have treated you right. I would have given you everything you wanted. I would have fucked you so good that you would never want to sleep with anyone else.” She whispered each of those words close to Caitlyn’s ear. 

The sheriff bit her lip, looking at Vi with a feigned innocence that only served to turn Vi on even more. The pink-haired woman grabbed Caitlyn’s hair and pulled her head back, thrusting even harder into her ass. Vi’s cock went so deep inside Caitlyn that the sheriff was almost seeing stars. Her body was covered in goosebumps and her nipples were extremely stiff, showing how excited she was. Caitlyn repeated Vi’s name over and over in her moans, almost as if she were incapable of thinking of anything else but that woman. 

With the growing tension in their bodies and the characteristic tingling in their lower abdomens, both knew they were close to orgasm. Therefore, the sheriff brought her right hand to her pussy and began to caress herself, while her other hand remained on the back of the counch for support. Caitlyn’s slender fingers traced insistent circles on her swollen clitoris, feeling her digits quickly become wet with her own pleasure. She tried to match the rhythm of Vi’s thrusts, who was pounding into her with great desire and vigor. 

When she felt she was about to climax, Vi released Caitlyn’s hair and embraced her body, burying her face in the dark locks and inhaling the sheriff’s sweet scent. She thrust a few more times and then climaxed, releasing her orgasm slowly inside Caitlyn, filling her with more and more loads of her cum. The sheriff moaned with delight as she felt the other woman spill inside her, and continued to caress her own clitoris until she also climaxed, her anus contracting around Vi’s penis one last time. Their bodies still gave small spasms as they remained still in that position for some time, waiting for the ecstasy of the orgasm to pass. 

Afterwards, Vi carefully withdrew from Caitlyn, watching her sperm drip from both of the sheriff’s holes, now making her extremely wet. Vi couldn’t help but feel very, very satisfied with that scene. It was almost as if she were marking Caitlyn with her seed, filling her to such an extent that she would never forget who she belonged to. It was beautiful to see a woman like that with her disheveled hair and the marks of Vi’s hands and mouth etched all over her skin. 

The pink-haired woman snapped out of her trance when the sheriff’s legs gave way and she fell seated on the counch, breathing heavily and looking at Vi with half-closed eyelids, still harboring that same lust as before. 

“That was... intense,” Caitlyn had said. 

“I hope it was as good for you as it was for me,” Vi replied, and she was being sincere. Her main goal was to give Caitlyn pleasure. 

“You shouldn’t even worry about that. There hasn’t been a single time I’ve been unsatisfied after having sex with you,” The sheriff assured her, smiling slightly. “You make me feel so good, it’s so good... I don’t want to stop.” 

Caitlyn’s confession was accompanied by a giggle that made Vi laugh too. 

“No way,” Vi agreed, giving the other woman a quick kiss. “We’re sweating profusely. We should take a shower.” 

“I completely agree,” Caitlyn nodded in agreement. “There’s a bathroom downstairs. We can shower there.” 

Before Caitlyn could say anything else, she was surprised by Vi’s strong arms wrapping around her and holding her in the other woman’s lap, carrying her to the bathroom like a bride on her honeymoon. The sheriff laughed with genuine amusement at Vi’s gesture, causing her cheeks to turn red. Vi found it adorable. 

When they both reached the bathroom, Caitlyn turned on the hot water tap in the shower and soon they were both under the crystal-clear cascade. They showered together, or rather, tried to shower together, since having each other’s naked bodies so close was too tempting. They exchanged kisses and caresses, leaving it at that for now, but things soon escalated and they found themselves having another round of sex. Vi fucked Caitlyn with the same intensity as always, thrusting hard into the sheriff until she came inside her once more. And Caitlyn felt like she was in paradise. Having sex with Vi in the comfort of her home, without having to worry about leaving the Last Caresses room in time and without the fear of being seen and recognized, was much better. That encounter had certainly been the best she’d ever had. 

[...] 

After much insistence, Vi finally accepted Caitlyn’s ride. They argued for a few more minutes before reaching an agreement. Vi claimed that if Caitlyn went down to the Undercity, she might be recognized by someone. The sheriff, in turn, replied that she didn’t care about that, because she couldn’t very well let the other woman go home alone so late at night. 

Now, the two of them were crossing Piltover’s bridge, with Caitlyn behind the wheel and Vi in the passenger seat. The sheriff noticed that the pink-haired woman had left the window beside her rolled down, seemingly enjoying the night breeze as it brushed coldly against her face and tousled her short hair. Caitlyn could understand just how liberating that sensation could be, especially if you spent most of your days holed up in an office at the city’s police station. 

The drive to the Undercity had been calm, marked by a comfortable silence between them, Vi watching the scenery while Caitlyn focused on the road. When the neon lights came into the sheriff’s line of sight, she knew they had reached the Undercity. And, in a way, that realization made her heart sink, because it meant she would have to say goodbye to Vi. And she didn’t know when she’d get to see the woman again. 

“Where do you want me to drop you off?” Caitlyn asked, slowing the car as she drove through Zaun’s streets without a specific destination. 

“You can drop me off at the brothel’s parking lot. That way you won’t have to go too far into the Undercity. And besides, you already know the way,” Vi replied, seeming genuinely concerned about not inconveniencing Caitlyn. 

“I don’t mind driving around Zaun, Vi. I can take you closer to your place, if you want.” 

“The brothel is fine, cupcake.” 

Caitlyn simply nodded and accepted Vi’s answer. She knew the pink-haired woman was stubborn, and that arguing would be pointless. So the sheriff drove to the brothel’s parking lot within a few minutes, and when they arrived, she pulled into a random spot just so Vi could get out of the car. 

“Thank you for tonight, cupcake. You’re truly an incredible woman. I already knew that, but tonight I got to see it with my own eyes,” Vi said, making Caitlyn’s cheeks flush lightly. 

The sheriff cleared her throat before replying. 

“Thank you for accepting my invitation, Vi. I know it’s not the kind of thing you do at the brothel, but I really wanted to see you outside of work, talk like two normal people and all that. I hope it was a good experience.” Caitlyn smiled without showing her teeth. 

“It was a great experience. I’d never been inside a house in the Uppercity before. And your place is exactly how I imagined a Piltie’s home would be,” Vi teased, nudging the sheriff and earning a pinch in return, making them both laugh. 

Vi looked out the window and then sighed, unbuckling her seatbelt. Caitlyn watched her with a pang of anguish, knowing that now they’d have to say goodbye. When Vi turned back to her, the sheriff was caught off guard as the pink-haired woman cupped her face, pulling her closer. Vi pressed her lips to Caitlyn’s, kissing her with the same familiar hunger, almost as if she needed it to keep breathing. Soon their tongues met in a sensual, eager dance. 

Caitlyn also unbuckled her seatbelt and rested one hand on Vi’s thigh, noticing the way the other woman shuddered at the touch. As her hand slid higher along Vi’s thigh, Caitlyn felt how Vi was hard again, all because of a kiss. A shiver immediately ran down the sheriff’s spine, and she pressed her legs together, feeling her entrance tighten in anticipation. When the air in their lungs began to run out, they pulled apart and broke the kiss. 

“Do you have a few more minutes for me?” Caitlyn whispered. 

“Always.” Vi replied, almost like a growl. 

Caitlyn got out of the driver’s seat and sat on Vi’s lap. She pulled a lever next to the pink-haired woman and reclined her seat, making them more comfortable. The sheriff placed both hands on Vi’s strong shoulders and began to grind against her lap, feeling the fabric of Vi’s pants rub directly against her vulva because she wasn't wearing panties under her black dress. Vi’s erection was so hard it was almost immobile beneath her. Caitlyn moaned loudly as she felt her clitoris rub against Vi’s cock, teasing the other woman with her moans and movements. 

Vi’s hands went directly to Caitlyn’s hips, making her rub even more intensely. 

“I never imagined the sheriff of Piltover would be such a dirty little slut,” Vi said, looking directly into Caitlyn’s eyes. 

“Watch your words, Vi. Or I might handcuff you right here,” The sheriff replied, whispering against the other woman’s lips.  

“I’d pay to see that,” Vi smirked. 

“I know you enjoy every second of it, precisely because you’re the only one who sees me like this.” 

“And you have no idea how exciting this is.” 

Caitlyn unzipped Vi’s pants and pulled them down along with her underwear. Vi’s cock sprang out, pointing straight up, so hard and erect. The sheriff wasted no time and lifted the hem of her dress with one hand, while the other guided Vi’s cock to her wet pussy. Caitlyn slowly lowered herself onto Vi’s penis, accommodating its entire length little by little. She could feel Vi’s cock throbbing inside her, seeming as desperate as she was. 

The pink-haired woman bit her lip as she gripped the sheriff’s hips tightly, using all her self-control to remain still as she felt Caitlyn’s pussy squeezing her so insistently. After a few seconds, Caitlyn began to move, riding Vi’s cock with the same mastery as a slut. Caitlyn’s already wet pussy made the movements much easier, perfectly fitting Vi’s cock inside her. 

Partially lying on the passenger seat, Vi had an excellent view of Caitlyn riding her with such desire. The sheriff’s blue eyes were fixed on Vi’s, while she moaned softly in the woman’s lap. With both hands, Vi completely removed the dress that still covered half of Caitlyn’s body, pulling it over the sheriff’s head and dropping it on the seat beside her. Now, with Caitlyn completely naked in her lap, her dark hair spread over her shoulders, her eyes clouded with desire, and her round, soft breasts moving with the intensity of her movements, Vi felt like she was in paradise. Caitlyn looked like a goddess there. And she had to make a great effort not to drool at that sight. 

Noticing how Vi seemed almost hypnotized by her figure, Caitlyn began to grind against Vi’s cock, eliciting a hoarse moan from the other woman, causing Vi to grip her hips twice as tightly. She knew that was Vi’s weak spot and took advantage of it. The sheriff threw her head back, resting on Vi’s legs and exposing her naked body even more to her. Caitlyn rided obscenely, making circular movements with her hips, completely captivating Vi’s attention. 

The pink-haired woman grabbed Caitlyn’s hair with one hand, pulling hard. The window beside them was open, and anyone passing close enough to the car could easily see and hear what they were doing inside. But neither of them could care less at that moment. The adrenaline of the risk of being caught made everything even more exciting. 

“Moan louder for me,” Vi said, her breath ragged. “I want everyone to listen while the Piltover Sheriff ride my cock like a slut.” 

Immediately afterward, Vi began to push her own hips upward, intensifying Caitlyn’s movements. The sheriff did exactly as the pink-haired woman instructed: she moaned even louder as she felt Vi’s cock go so deep inside her. With her eyes closed, Caitlyn gripped Vi’s shoulders again, seeking greater support. 

“Don't stop, Vi, please... I'm so close.” Caitlyn said between moans. 

Vi continued thrusting into Caitlyn, matching her movements with hers. A tingling sensation was already forming in both of their bellies, and a great tension dominated their bodies, indicating that orgasm was very near. Vi took one of Caitlyn’s breasts in her mouth, greedily sucking the swollen nipples, almost as if she could draw milk from it. In response, Caitlyn’s pussy contracted around Vi’s cock one last time as she reached orgasm. The sheriff’s body trembled completely as she reached her climax, squeezing Vi’s penis and trapping it inside her, causing Vi to also climax, releasing all of her cum inside Caitlyn, filling her with her hot seed. The sheriff moaned with satisfaction as she felt Vi spill every drop inside her, filling her completely. Caitlyn continued to slowly grind on Vi’s lap while milking up as much of her sperm as she could. 

Vi kissed Caitlyn’s shoulders, her neck, and her lips. They exchanged a much calmer kiss this time, full of affection and other unspoken things. 

“I think you’re the insatiable one here,” Vi said teasingly. Caitlyn laughed. 

“You can’t blame me when you’re just as hot and insatiable as I am,” Caitlyn replied, giving Vi a quick peck on the lips. “And well… I don’t know when I’ll be able to see you again. My workload at the precinct just keeps increasing.” 

“Hmm, what a difficult woman… So busy and so demanding,” Vi said with a wink, earning another pinch from Caitlyn. “You have my number, cupcake. We can text while we’re not seeing each other in person. You can call me too, if you want.” 

“Really? It wouldn’t be ‘too much’ if I did that? I don’t want to bother you and—” 

“Cait, we’ve already crossed every boundary of my job,” Vi interrupted. “And I’d even say I’m not doing this for work anymore.” She gestured between the two of them and the situation they were in. “And if I’m giving you permission to call me, then it’s obviously not a bother.” 

Caitlyn stared at Vi’s face for a few seconds, feeling her own cheeks grow warm. There were things lodged in her throat that she desperately wanted to say, but she held back, afraid she’d be going too far. She thought about inviting Vi to stay the night at her place, but feared the pink-haired woman might think she was getting too emotionally invested. Having Vi’s number and seeing her outside the brothel already felt risky enough. 

“Thank you, Vi. Truly. You’re very kind to me,” The sheriff said sincerely. 

“It’s nothing more than what you deserve, cupcake.” 

Caitlyn finally slid off Vi’s lap. Both of them groaned in displeasure at the feeling of their bodies parting. Caitlyn slipped her black dress back on while Vi adjusted her own pants. Then they shared one last kiss before Vi got out of the car. The sheriff watched her until the pink-haired woman disappeared around a corner further ahead. Sighing, Caitlyn fastened her seatbelt again and drove back toward the bridge that led to the Uppercity. The car was saturated with the scent of sex, and Caitlyn could feel Vi’s cum trailing down her thighs. Yeah, she would definitely need to take the car to the car wash the next day. 

But that was nothing compared to the overwhelming sense of longing blooming in the sheriff’s chest. At the same time that she felt happy for having seen Vi and spent time with her, she missed the other woman the moment they parted. Maybe things were going too far. Caitlyn knew she had crossed the final boundary of a “worker x client” relationship when she invited Vi to her home that night. They were already far too intimate. They knew each other far too well. Vi knew her full name, where she worked, where she lived, and what she did. Just as Caitlyn had learned more details about Vi’s life over dinner. Still, Caitlyn would be lying if she said she wanted to stop. As much as she knew that distancing herself from Vi was the right thing to do—before things became complicated—she couldn’t. Was it selfish? Yes. But Caitlyn had never met anyone like Vi before. The pink-haired woman seemed to understand her perfectly, and she was always so gentle, understanding, and respectful… It was already too late. Caitlyn was far too involved with Vi. And she wouldn’t be able to pull away from her, no matter how hard she tried.