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Vi definitely had a complicated relationship with power. Her whole life had been lived under the heavy mark of power structures bogging her down from all sides. Her family, her friends, her city, her dreams, her livelihood were all under the influence of the system that was surrounding her from all directions. Little to no escape in sight.
She nurtured such deep hate and frustration over her place in the world. It was as if two different forces were pulling at her constantly, one upwards, fueled by her drive and resourcefulness, trying to lift her up, move her beyond, the other downwards, asking her to bow her head, turn the other cheek, accept the status quo and never question its workings. It was exhausting. Sometimes it felt like these two forces were going to split her open, until she finally took residence in one side or the other, no longer anguished by existing at the intersection.
For her, power differences acted viscerally upon her existence. It wasn’t just barriers to social ascension, it was steel knuckles landing heavily on her jaw. It wasn’t just verbal brutality, mere words traveling through air, it was metal handcuffs boring into her wrists, leaving red chuffed indends, pulling her shoulders together during long painful hours.
It wasn’t an immaterial and abstract force hovering above her head. It was an absolutely felt and embodied presence in her life, perpetually accompanying her every move, leaving marks and lashes on her body. The growling sound of her insides when food was scarce, the violent fists of enemies three times her size breaking her skin open during fights for survival, the cold solid barrel of enforcer rifles pointed at her skull. The deafening sound of them being fired, abusing her eardrums. The same sound that echoed the night she lost her parents and countless times afterwards.
Her skin, her muscles, her bones remembered. The cold, the pain, the screeching sounds, the twisting, the yells.
Now she was also an enforcer. When she came home at night, she shed her uniform and let the stiff fabric rest upon the edge of the chair. It was as if even discarded it still maintained its shape, demanding to be worn in only one particular way, to be inhabited only with one end goal in mind. Violence…
NO!
That’s of course not what Vi was doing as part of the force. Things had changed since Caitlyn took over. That’s not what the other enforcers were doing anymore either. Blind systemic hate was closely analysed and sanctioned. But the uniform, the colour scheme, the angularity of it all still held deep echoes of gruesome memories for Vi.
She had to tear her eyes away from it.
She turned around and headed towards the shower.
She had adjusted the uniform to fit her style better. She wore a comfortable top made of soft fabric underneath it that felt good against her skin. She’d played with the lapels and added her own leather accessories and chains. But there was only so much she could do. The outer fabric had an unyielding hold upon her, as if encasing her, limiting her at all times.
She was glad to be out of it at night.
She let the warm stream of water wash down her overworked and stiff spine. Sighing heavily upon the fogging walls of the shower, she wondered when Caitlyn would be home.
Her uniform was uncomfortable, yes. Besides the way it felt on her body, it also represented a whole myriad of ideas Vi tried very hard to push out of her brain whenever they came to the surface. It represented betrayal, of her parents, of all the people of Zaun who were ever abused by enforcers, of her friends, of Jinx, who was the number one target in all their raids in Zaun…
In a way it also represented giving up, resigning to accepting the status quo. Instead of fighting to make her own people stronger, she just joined those who were already strong. All the while people in her home city were still living an existence riddled with suffering and pain, that was all too familiar to her.
Of course, her and Caitlyn had taken major steps into bringing justice to the undercity. They were in the process of working with the Council to grant Zaun its much awaited, much deserved independence. They had restructured the policing institution from the ground up. Things were moving in the right direction, she was doing the right thing. She knew she was, because she trusted Caitlyn to lead them in that direction. She trusted they wanted the same thing.
But sometimes it was moving too slow. Her skin would start to vibrate, a scream bubbling up in her throat, threatening to rip her chest open and tear out through her vocal cords, rupturing the air with its echo. Expose her insides, put her pain out into the world, no longer having to carry it alone every single second of the day. Have someone see it, have someone witness what was inside her. She needed someone to know, to see her guts in plain daylight, unabashed, gruesome as they were, tarnished and battered.
As heavy as the uniform weighted on her mind, she couldn’t deny it also made her feel… good. Powerful. She hated that she had that feeling. She hated that after everything the uniform represented, she still, somewhere, deep in her mind, felt good putting it on every morning. It felt like a sort of armor. You don’t have to run from enforcers anymore if you’re one of them…
But most of all, she liked that it meant being by Caitlyn’s side. Liked being her right hand, liked being so close to her, being closely involved in the important decisions. Liked that Caitlyn respected her the way she did and took her words to heart, putting her suggestions into practice and having her contribute as a true equal partner.
But Caitlyn always remained the Sheriff and Vi her officer.
Caitlyn never abused her power though.
She never disregarded a point of view for the simple reason of wanting to exercise her authority. She didn’t impose her own ways only to engorge her ego. She looked for the best solutions that would benefit the most people. Caitlyn was a fair and just leader.
But sometimes she did impose. Sometimes she did inflate her chest, raise her voice, plant her heels in the floor and look above the heads of her team. When the situation asked for it, she did dominate the space. And got what she wanted done.
And Vi couldn’t contend with that part of her brain that made her leak in her pants when she saw Caitlyn like that. It was intrusive, it was inconvenient, and most importantly, Vi hated what it said about herself.
As she rubbed soap into her armpits, she remembered with a pang of embarrassment the meeting from earlier that day. How she had to adjust her position in the chair because of how uncomfortable her underwear had become while Caitlyn was speaking. The way arousal shot straight to the forefront of Vi’s consciousness like a piercing sudden scream she couldn’t ignore.
She tried to. She really did. Wow, especially in a debriefing session after a particularly challenging raid, that was definitely not what she was supposed to be thinking.
But right now, surrounded by the steam of the shower, there weren’t as many distractions she could use to push her thoughts away. Not as many other priorities to demand her attention. Alone, in the foggy and damp bathroom, she found her most uncomfortable thoughts clawing their way from the deep corners of the mind where she’d pushed them to, filling her active consciousness and insistently demanding her attention. She was starting to feel her center become slick with a different kind of wetness than the water surrounding her.
“Fuck..” she whispered to herself.
Caitlyn was supposed to be home any time now. She had stayed at the precinct after the meeting was finished, running over some last details with the heads of the teams that were going to do a follow up on the case tomorrow.
Vi remembered the exact moment during the meeting when the feeling rushed to her head. And pussy.
Caitlyn had listened to the proposal of one of her officers with her hands intertwined in front of her face, covering the lower part of her features. The officer had presented a plan that was cautious, aiming to minimise the impact on their already dwindling resources. Vi felt a rush of frustration coursing through her, because even though she understood the point of view and partially agreed with it, the inactivity was driving her mad. Something needed to be done to push things further, to get a breakthrough, to trigger a change. They needed to be bold.
Caitlyn seemed to have shared her thought process as she was listening to the officer. When he was done, she broke eye contact with him and paused for a few seconds. She let her hands part, planted her elbows firmly on the table and spoke clearly as she tilted her chin up.
“Thank you for the exposition, officer Archibald, I do echo the majority of your points. However, the new direction will have to take a slightly more offensive approach. Our priority is to ensure peace to both the citizens of Piltover and Zaun, and every waking moment spent in hesitation is one more chance for underlying conflicts to fester and aggravate.”
Then she continued detailing a much more straightforward and bold approach after which the meeting was adjourned, the team members acknowledging their tasks and starting preparation.
Vi watched quietly from her chair, not intervening, and to her dismay, realising she couldn’t even if she wanted to because the whole meeting was one big blur in her head. She had barely filtered out what had been said.
She lowered a hand down to her core and let out a half annoyed, half extremely wound up sigh as she realised how wet she had become just replaying the earlier events of the day. She toweled herself off and went to lie in bed.
It’s not that Vi had an issue with Caitlyn being dominant during sex. That wasn’t it.
In fact, they had slipped pretty easily into their current roles where Caitlyn would take control and dictate the pace of their intimacy most of the time. It hadn't come immediately though. In fact, in the beginning of their relationship, as they were exploring and trying to find out what worked best for them, they had naturally gravitated more towards having Vi in a giving position, taking the lead. They’d steered towards that side as a result of learned behaviours, they assumed. Maybe it was because of their physical presentation to the outside world, maybe because of Vi's more abrasive and direct personality in contrast to Cait’s more guarded and calculated one.
It didn’t take long however until they furthered their explorations and other preferences came to the surface. It started relatively innocently, with Caitlyn breathlessly whispering to her one night “that’s it, darling, you’re doing so well” as she lay splayed out on her back, taking three of Vi’s fingers into her soaking pussy.
Vi didn’t know exactly what it was that hit her, it’s not as if Caitlyn was guarded with her words during their loving making. She had been praised before, her lover always eager to show her how much she was enjoying herself, how much she treasured their time together.
It was the way she said it this time, the implication. Even in a position that was supposed to be almost entirely receiving, it’s as if she had turned the whole thing around with just a few words.
It’s as if she was now simply using Vi as a device for her own pleasure. As if she was merely giving Vi a performance review on how well she was getting her off. So invested in her own pleasure, all that mattered was Vi doing it well for her. Doing it the way she wanted it. There was no variation needed, nothing to think about, no creativity to strive for. Just one correct way to do it, and all she had to do was find it and enact it. No choices to make.
Her lover’s perceived self obsessedness, her own retraction into anonymity, the object like quality of her new role, it all led to something clicking in Vi’s brain.
Caitlyn had of course noticed Vi's ragged involuntary moan and the way she crunched in on herself, losing her pace.
“Hmm, you liked that” she whispered with a tint of mischievousness. Vi couldn’t form words, couldn’t think of a comeback to try to hide the visceral reaction that had unexpectedly overwhelmed her. All she could think was that she had to continue driving her fingers in and out of Caitlyn. She had one role to fulfill and she knew what it was.
“You’re fucking me so well, Vi” Caitlyn egged her on, moaning breathily in her ear. “I love how your fingers stretch me. My own personal fuck toy to use whenever I please”.
There was nothing Vi could do to stop her hips frantically begin to grind on Cait’s thigh. She buried her head in her shoulder and let go of any weak attempts to reign her thoughts in, letting the new consuming feeling take over.
“I love being fucked by you, Vi. I love how you look at me when you want to fuck me, I want to open my legs for you whenever you look at me like that”.
That just about did it for Vi who violently came convulsing and screaming against Cait’s shoulder from the brief stimulation against her thigh.
Utterly dumbstruck by the force of the orgasm and the unexpected nature of it, she hadn't even realised she had stopped getting Caitlyn off. So when she was finally able to crack her eyes open, she was met with a sight that almost did her in on the spot all over again. Caitlyn had taken it upon herself to finish herself off, watching Vi as she was basking in the afterglow of her orgasm.
Since then, they continued exploring with each other, up until today, when Caitlyn was almost exclusively taking control during sex, except for days when she was too tired after a long day at work. Then they would usually slip into a soft, gentle type of love making that typically ended with Vi eating Caitlyn out and both of them going to sleep in each other’s arms.
However, the arousal Vi was experiencing at the moment didn’t feel like it usually did. It wasn’t just that her girlfriend was hot when bossy and in control. This time the feeling seemed to be of a different nature, thornier and darker than normally. That was maybe the reason Vi instinctively wanted to push it down.
It was the feeling that she would’ve found Caitlyn’s attitude in that meeting hot… even if it wasn't Caitlyn. Even if it weren’t her sweet, caring and attentive girlfriend who she knew loved her beyond belief and would never even think of hurting her. It was the feeling that if the Sheriff of Piltover was a faceless, nameless woman who had acted just like Caitlyn did, she would’ve destroyed her underwear just as bad. Just something about that authority and display of power..
“Fuck, that’s bad” Vi whispered to herself in annoyance, covering her eyes with her palms and pushing her head back into the pillows as if wanting to banish her thoughts with brute force.
“Darling?” Caitlyn’s voice came from the front door.
She was home. Right. Get a fucking grip, Vi, she thought to herself as she sprung from the bed and went to meet her girlfriend.
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After sharing dinner and freshening up, they were now both lying in their bed, closely cuddled into each other, eyes on the show they used to put on sometimes when neither of them had any brainpower left to make conversation or watch something more intelligent.
Vi was closely tucked into Caitlyn’s side, head on her shoulder, mind in a completely different place than the screen. Cait was absentmindedly running the fingers of her left hand through Vi’s hair and holding her girlfriend’s palm over her chest with the other.
It felt good. Feeling Caitlyn’s warmth so close, hand curled around her back, holding her head in such a tight and loving embrace.
Vi lifted her chin up slightly to run her eyes over the defined line of Caitlyn's sculpted and angular jaw. She did her best not to stir, hoping Caitlyn wouldn’t notice and she could admire her girlfriend unbothered.
But Caitlyn did notice, of course. She turned her head slightly towards Vi, meeting her gaze and smiling gently.
“Tired?” she asked, bringing her hand up to stroke her jaw.
Vi simply looked up at her without saying anything. Her eyes went to her lips and back up in a split of a second, but Cait had already taken the hint and cradled her jaw, bringing their lips together.
She kissed her gently, without intention, only wanting to communicate her love. And Vi wanted to relish in this sweet and warm feeling forever.
Except her body had other plans. Her hips started very slightly bucking forward, rubbing themselves against Cait’s side. She wanted to be closer, she wanted to be held. She wanted to be loved by her girlfriend.
“Is there something you would like, sweetheart?” Cait whispered against her lips, smirk apparent in her voice. Vi’s disguised but obvious need combined with her bashfulness send a warm pulse of fire directly to Caitlyn’s core.
Vi didn’t respond again, just continued kissing Caitlyn more intently.
As if with a mind of its own, Vi’s hand moved to where Caitlyn was cradling her jaw, and brought her hand between her legs, where she was now insistently rubbing against Cait’s thigh.
“That is one way to answer, I guess”, Caitlyn chuckled against her mouth without malicion, intent to give her girl whatever she wanted.
She rubbed over Vi’s sweatpants for a few seconds, before she was overcome by the sudden urge to feel Vi’s skin on her fingertips. She slipped her hand into Vi’s underwear and soon she could feel the slick already gathered at Vi’s core. She couldn’t help but let out a moan of her own at the feeling. She loved when her girl was this eager for her, wanting her so much and so undeniably. All she wanted to do was give her all that she needed, take her, show her how much she was loved.
“Fuck, I love when you get like this”, she whispered above her head, tucking Vi’s scalp under her chin, as if wanting to shield her entire body into the safety of her embrace.
“What were you thinking that made you so wet, darling?”
Vi only buried her head deeper into the crook of her neck at that. She didn’t know if she was ready to share this part of herself with Caitlyn right now. Hell, she wasn’t sure she wanted to share that part of herself with herself even. If she was honest, she wanted to shove it as deep as possible back into her brain, seal the lock shut and never have to look at it ever again.
The thing is, that’s not how arousal works, and the mere thought of the impropriety of it only served to make her even wetter.
Caitlyn felt it. Felt the extra gush of cum drip into her hand.
“Mmm, there it is again baby”. She started applying more pressure to her clit. “You don’t want to tell Mommy? She really wants to know what’s got her little girl so wound up.”
The sound of the words richoched against all corners of Vi’s brain, flooding her with a renewed rush of warmth. She started pushing herself even harder into Caitlyn, rocking her hips into her hand, trying to beckon her in. She wanted her inside.
“Fuck, you really want it, darling”. Caitlyn moaned against her, feeling her own pussy clench at the sight of Vi so aroused. She turned onto her side, adjusting Vi so she was tucked even closer into her, and started drawing circles at Vi’s opening, understanding Vi's unspoken wish.
She was so sensitive, she could feel how Vi’s lips vibrated with her every touch.
“You’re so responsive to me. Do you want me inside, sweetheart?” She knew the answer but wanted Vi to hear herself say it out loud.
Vi nodded against her neck and that’s all Caitlyn was waiting for to dip her fingers deep into her warmth.
“Fuck, you’re so open for me”. She let out a deep sigh, giving herself a moment to adjust to the exquisite feeling of Vi walls enveloping her hand. She felt her own cunt throb in her pants.
Vi liked penetration from time to time but it was definitely not her go to. She often had trouble opening up and many times it ended up being an unpleasant and even painful experience for her. That’s why Caitlyn did it only when directly requested.
But now.. she was so open that her middle finger was slipping in and out without any resistance.
“Hold onto me and breathe, darling”. As Vi did exactly as asked, Cait slipped a second finger in, reaching even deeper into her lover’s pussy.
“Agh, Caitlyn… yes” Vi moaned against her, throwing her head back, pushing herself onto the safety and comfort of Caitlyn’s palm that was still cradling the back of her skull gently.
“Yeah, you like that? You’re so open, my love, fuck. You feel so good inside, so warm…” Caitlyn pressed her cheek into the top of Vi’s head and laced her fingers through her hair, pulling slightly and bringing her closer.
“You.. I was, I was… aghh” Vi babbled from underneath her.
“What was that, love?” Caitlyn pulled Vi’s head slightly away by her hair so she could look at her face, all the while never letting up on the movement of her fingers.
“I was.. I was thinking of you” Vi managed to get out between moans.
“Yeah? Is that right?” A wicked grin spread over Caitlyn’s lips as she started increasing the pace of her hand and slightly pushing Vi’s legs further apart for better access. Better access to what was hers.
“And what exactly about me were you thinking, darling?” Fuck, she really wanted to know now. She felt Vi’s walls flutter around her and decided her girl needed more. So she pulled slightly out, met immediately with a whine of frustration from Vi, only to add a third finger and push herself even deeper into the pussy of the woman she loved.
“That’s it baby, good girl, look at you, so fucking open for me” Caitlyn breathed against her. She started rocking against her, the movement of her hips now adding even more force to her thrusts.
“I want to know, darling. Mommy wants to know. Tell me. Be a good girl and tell Mommy what you were thinking about her that made you this fucking wet.”
Her voice only made Vi sink deeper and deeper into this flowy state in which she didn’t have very good access to her words. She felt herself progressively relinquish more and more control over the situation, over her body, over Caitlyn. The strongest feelings coursing though her were trust, want and more. She only wanted Caitlyn to get closer and closer to her, to reach into the depths of her, to take her apart piece for piece, word for word.
All of a sudden, she felt a hard stinging pain at the crook of her neck, and when, disoriented, she opened her eyes, she felt Caitlyn biting hard on her throat. Fuck if the pain didn’t send shockwaves directly to her pussy, which made her start to rock herself even faster and wilder in Caitlyn’s arms.
“Let me help you” Caitlyn said as she soothed Vi’s reddening skin with her warm tongue. “Were you thinking about getting railed into the mattress tonight, baby? Is that it?”
“Nhg..” Vi shook her head, even though that was not not it.
“Were you thinking about having me ride your face while you touch yourself, like the helpless little girl you are?”
“Ngh.. no..”
“Oh reaaaally…” Caitlyn drew out. “I know how much you like that. I could’ve bet that was it. Oh, maybe you wanted to crawl at my feet once I got home and eat me out like you do so often?”
Vi’s mouth was watering just imagining all these different scenarios. Her pussy was milking Caitlyn’s hand, trying to take her deeper, always deeper into herself. And Caitlyn obliged, she pushed her hand so far until her knuckles met Vi’s opening. She didn’t remember a time when Vi had been this open for her before. Fuck..
She grabbed Vi by the collar of her t-shirt, forcefully pinning her to the bed and climbing on top of her, never taking her hand out of her pussy.
She pushed her body against her while pulling on the fabric of the t-shirt, giving her a piercing and dangerous look. She pushed her fingers up further into her cunt to the point Vi had to lift her hips off the bed to meet her hand, and stopped moving.
“Tell. Me. Now.” she said punctuating every word with a slight thrust forward.
“I .. I …” Vi mumbled, too delirious to form any coherent thought with the way Caitlyn’s fingers were driving up into her soul. She could say her safeword, of course. It crossed her mind, and then Caitlyn would stop immediately, like she always did. But something inside her pushed her to want to say it. To want to get it out. To be seen. As she was. Bare and naked.
“I was thinking of how hot it is that you are the Sheriff and you’re my… agh.. my girlfriend…” Vi’s words were cut short by her own moans as Caitlyn’s hand started to stroke inside her again. “That you have all this power over all.. aghh… over all these people and could basically choose anyone… anyone you want… aghh.. nghh.. and still you.. you choose me.”
That was it for Caitlyn. She couldn’t control the immense urge that came over her at those words and violently drove forward smashing Vi’s lips to hers, kissing her deliriously. All Vi could feel was teeth and tongue lavishing over her mouth as if she was being devoured.
“Fuuuuck baby, you turn me on so badly” Caitlyn hissed against Vi’s skin as she pushed her hand up deeper into Vi, her body tightly crushing Vi into the mattress. “You were probably thinking about it during our meeting today, weren’t you? I saw how you were squirming in your chair, plus it’s not like you to be so quiet during meetings”.
She brought her thumb over Vi’s clit, now using her whole hand to pleasure her lover. Vi saw stars. “That’s what my baby was thinking while she had to focus on the most important mission we had in months. She was thinking of getting fucked”.
Caitlyn was now almost talking to herself, getting off on how badly this turned her on. “No, correction. She wasn’t thinking of getting fucked. She was thinking of getting fucked by the Sheriff of Piltover”.
Current shot directly to Vi’s cunt upon hearing that and she violently came all over Cait’s hand, without warning for either of them.
Cait fucked her all the way through, easing up on the talk and showering her with praises instead, until ultimately stilling her hand and pulling out with few more gentle strokes over her cunt.
“Stay still.” Caitlyn said, squeezing slightly at the sides of Vi’s throat, her eyes narrowing in warning.
She got up and started removing her clothes, then went to their drawer and got out their biggest dildo, the one that they very rarely used. It was black and veiny and had an insertion for the wearer to grind on. Vi watched with rapt attention as Caitlyn put it on and turned to face her. Normally this would be the time for some teasing, cracking a joke or two about the harness, bantering around in anticipation.
Not this time. Something had been broken loose. In both of them. There was no joke in Vi’s mind, no mental space to think of a snarky comeback, no desire to utter even one word. All she wanted was to be had. To be entered. By Caitlyn.
By this powerful woman who was looking at her as if she was about to eat her whole. She almost stopped being Caitlyn in her mind. She became a force, a feeling, a want.
And Caitlyn felt the same. She of course maintained control over her own body and situation, she was never going to harm Vi in any way. But she felt the source of her desire shift. She felt she wasn’t wanting Vi as she usually does. As her lover, her baby, her girlfriend. She wanted her in a way that was almost unfamiliar to her own self. She wanted her from the depths of her guts, with an energy that was burning up inside her, driving her hips forward.
The strap often felt weird between her legs. She could never really fully get used to it, and everytime she put it on she felt a certain degree of goofiness with it comically dangling around.
Not this time. This time it felt entirely right. At home between her legs. As if it had always been like that and that’s how it was meant to be.
She climbed onto the bed and forcefully pushed Vi’s legs apart, her mouth watering at her girl’s already destroyed cunt dripping all over herself from the violent orgasm she just had. She lined up the massive black cock with Vi’s entrance and started rubbing her with the tip.
“Hmm baby, now you’re gonna feel what it means to be fucked with the cock of the Sheriff of Piltover.” And as she said that she pushed herself all the way in with one long stroke, reaching the hilt as both of them moaned one long drawn out exhale coming from their very innermost pits.
“Oh my fuuucking gods…” Vi drew out angling her hips to receive her better. All she wanted was to be taken, there was no other part of her present in her consciousness at this moment, she had one purpose and one purpose only. One singular desire.
“Did it always turn you on that I come from Piltover and you from Zaun?” Caitlyn whispered in her ear as she started firmly but slowly sawing in and out of her.
This was so out of character for Caitlyn, it made the whole experience feel even more debauched and surreal. Cait was usually so mindful of their inherent power differences due to their place of birth and family background. She fought tirelessly for Zaun and wanted nothing more than its people to have the same privileges as Piltovans.
“That you’re a mere gutter rat and I’m the princess of Piltover, hmm? Is that what you think about while I fuck you every night?” She rasped against her ear, licking long stripes all over her face as if she owned her. Not kissing, not lovingly pecking. Licking, owning, as you do with an object that’s yours, that needs no regard for their feelings.
“That I am, and have always been, your superior and you’re a mere officer under my command? You are under my control at all times, you know that, right? I decide what happens to your career, I’m the reason you’re accepted in Piltover’s circles, I’m the reason you got out of prison…”
Fuck, that last one might’ve been too much, Caitlyn thought, feeling Vi twitch underneath her. She tried to reign herself in. Beyond her enourmous arousal, the last thing she wanted to do was take things too far, hurt Vi in a way that was destructive, that would generate new and devastating traumas.
What she wanted instead was to crack her traumas open, lay them bare and have them both play in the eroticised space that was created. The condition was the immense trust and vulnerability they shared with each other.
Her doubts quickly dissipated when she pulled back and saw Vi’s face contorting in all manner of expressions, none of which signaled distress. She could read her lover perfectly, having trained her eye to know what to look for after so many years together.
She felt Vi’s hand tug at her shoulder weakly.
“What’s the matter, darling, do you like this too much? Are you terrified I finally found out who you really are?” Vi opened her eyes and took a deep breath to try and bring some semblance of self sovereignty back into her body. She was utterly departed from this earth. But she did want one other thing.
“Do you want to ride me?” Caitlyn asked in amused realisation. She tried schooling her laughter back but it still came out as a mocking chuckle.
Vi didn’t care.
She mustered up her strength and pushed Caitlyn on her back. Caitlyn let her.
“Ok, love, let’s see what you’ve got. Let’s see if you’re worthy of the cock of the Sheriff of Piltover.” Hearing the words again had Vi instantly starting to drive her hips down onto her lap. All she could think was this is the cock of the most powerful woman in Piltover, and I’m the one who's riding it. It’s all for me. She’s chosen me.
“Yeah baby just like that. Milk it, that’s it.” Caitlyn watched with savage eyes as Vi used her cock to fuck her pussy open. “You’re only able to do that because I let you. A no name from the undercity, to sleep in the bed of Piltover’s Councillor’s daughter? Do you understand what privilege that is? How lucky you are?”
Vi started driving her hips even stronger down on the cock, as if afraid that Caitlyn was going to take it away suddenly. Pull out of her and leave her utterly empty and dripping miserably with nothing to fill her. Withdraw this favour she was doing her. Exercise her power over her and treat her like topsiders have always treated her. Use her, mock her, hurt her and laugh in her face.
That Caitlyn continued to stay burried inside her, letting her ride her big girthy cock, was clearly a favour she was doing her. There was no other logical explanation why someone like Caitlyn, the literal commander in chief, would choose someone like her.
“You know how many people would die to use my cock like that, Vi? You know how many people would crawl at my feet for me to simply look at them?” Vi felt her flesh burn as Caitlyn sank her nails into the plush skin of her thighs, pushing her deeper down onto her cock, spreading her legs even further apart.
There was nowhere Vi could go, caged into the grip of her partner. Her legs were wide open, her pussy split apart on the cock of the woman who both loved her more than anything and also mercilessly took deprived twisted pleasure in enacting her full and utter superiority over her.
“All these nights that I make you come, I could be fucking the entirety of Piltover and certainly anybody in Zaun. Yet I’m always busy with you, my cock is always yours. Does that make you feel good? Does it make you feel good to rub yourself on my power for those brief few moments? To fill yourself with the very source of my power?”
Sweat drops gathered on Vi’s forehead from the sheer effort of the passionate and almost desperate pace she was setting. It felt like she couldn’t stop even if she wanted to, like all her life energy was coiled up in her pelvis, commanding her entire being.
“Think of all those people who would rather be in your place. All those people who look up to me, who crave me, who lust after me for years.”
Vi fell forward, her knees unable to support her any longer. She never stopped the roll of her hips, her clit now deliciously also rubbing on Caitlyn’s stomach with every movement. “Does the scent of that power feel good in your veins, huh… does the fullness of it feel good against your hungry little pussy?”
Caitlyn bared her teeth as she spoke, roughly pulling at Vi’s ear and jaw.
“Is that what you live for? For the brief moments of tasting how that power feels like? Does it hurt when it’s finished and your cunt is empty again, crying for my cock?”
Vi propped herself up in one hand, looking straight into Caitlyn’s eyes for the first time since this started. And then she saw it. She saw it clearly. Caitlyn meant it. This was real, it came right from the depths of Caitlyn. Fuck, she was going to come.
Caitlyn must’ve sensed her reaction because she brought her arms up to envelop her back, stroking reassuringly along her spine.
“I love that you get to live in my house. How surprised you are sometimes at how clean things are here. How fast you eat as if somebody is going to take it away from you. The Sheriff of Piltover must not be so pure herself since she has these vile thoughts huh?” She said with a slight scoof, pulling her closer by her hair. “I love how outraged you are sometimes at all the wealth in this mansion, just because it feels so scandalous in comparison to where you come from.”
They were barely moving now, so closely coiled together into each other, the press of Caitlyn’s cock inside Vi’s pussy now almost exclusively an emotional sensation between the two of them.
“Oh my love, I even love how I get to buy the clothes you wear. Makes me feel like I own you”.
That was it, Vi started violently arching in on herself, her voice dying on her lips, her eyes rolling in the back of her head, as she convulsed forcefully on Caitlyn’s cock. Caitlyn felt her own orgasm rip through her, triggered by Vi’s own.
Vi rocked her hips in Caitlyn’s lap, trying to take her in deeper, her pussy almost trying to absorb Caitlyn inside herself. And Caitlyn obliged, she planted her feet on the bed and drove up into Vi’s pulsing cunt with all the love and force she had to give.
They collapsed onto each other when the moment was spent and neither of them could utter words for a good ten minutes. They just laid there in silence, after Caitlyn had caringly pulled the covers over Vi’s back so she wouldn’t get cold. She stroked her back, her hair, her forehead and face, looking at her baby with all the gentleness in the world.
They both sensed something special had happened. When Vi could finally lift her head up, dildo still buried in her, she tried to focus her fuzzy vision on her girlfriend who smiled warmly at her.
“Hey” Caitlyn said, brushing a strand of hair away from Vi’s face.
“Hey” Vi smiled back drowsily.
They continued looking at each other without speaking for a few long moments. They knew. Both of them felt it. What had happened was a privilege. To be able to peek into the soul of the other so fully, with such raw force. And to come face to face with one’s own darkness. Vi felt this huge warmth and gratefulness overcome her. Gratefulness at feeling so safe and seen in such a deep and meaningful way by her partner. She felt like Caitlyn had looked directly into her soul and had opened hers in return for her to see.
It was beautiful.
“Thank you” was all Vi could conjure and she hoped it was enough to convey the mixture of feelings that was rousing inside of her. She hoped Caitlyn understood.
“I know” Caitlyn said. “Thank you” smiling with a glow that warmed the depths of her heart.
Another time they will debrief and talk about how it felt to be taking their degradation play to this level. They will analyse and discuss and share feelings and thoughts and feedback. Another time, over a drink, they will discuss how interesting it is that power structures remain embedded in our psyche and tend to come out in their most unadultareted forms primarily through sex. No matter how politically correct and ethical of a person one is.
Another time.
Now it was the time to lie together, soaking in the feeling of deep love and trust that they built with each other.