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Witches, gnomes, sirens, gorgons, wendigos, vamps, wolves, etc.
There’s not much that those who exist behind the veil can do to avoid overlapping.
The only ones who have maintained their shroud of independence in the twenty-first century are the yeti and well… humans have been fucking that up too. With how quickly the ice caps are melting due to shit like AI or whatever the fuck Powder had been telling her about lately.
So there’s no longer any room or ability to avoid stepping on each other’s toes in the mess of it all. Natural instinct driving them all to be wary of each other’s capabilities but practicality forcing them to admit it more mutually beneficial to not remain actively fighting and ripping one another apart for minor disputes.
Just in case the human population one day wakes up and no longer decides to turn a blind eye to the strange otherness of a world that exists just in their periphery.
With the prevalence of influential names that have persisted for centuries but faces that have never seen the light of day in their blogs. Random animal attacks in woods that haven’t sheltered a beast capable of such destruction ever. Navies and fishermen alike sharing word of mouth about coasts no one should dare touch or wind up with some of their crew going missing, and if found, never being the same again.
It all comes together to force them into a delicate balance on all sides, an annoying one really, but that’s what the Runeterra Coalition was for. A global effort to maintain that equilibrium and try to keep a fair perception of justice so they wouldn’t destroy one another or draw unwanted attention for humans to worry about them going bump in the night.
As Vi smokes her joint, she tries her best to ignore it all, the world at large, if only for a moment.
Midriff warm and comfortable despite the chill in the air that drifted over her stomach, left exposed by her dark crop top. Hefty boot pressed to the side of the cobblestone wall as she leaned back against the outside of the club supernaturally run and predominately populated. The rips of her jeans strained to their limits but she couldn’t be bothered to care as she huffs out more smoke.
Trying to force herself to enjoy her night out and resolutely failing for the most part.
Her efforts are fully shattered once two bodies burst through the door she had made her own way through some time ago. Lazily her grey eyes drift over. Her sight still immaculate despite the dark of night, vision simply more muted in color as she takes in the effectively fused pair.
It doesn’t stop her from drinking in the sight of a taller woman in a frilly blouse that would almost make her appear as if she were dressed up for some horrible pirates costume competition. All big billowy shirt, fine glinting wrist adornments, pants that hugged and complemented her figure with elaborate detailing along her side in an almost serpent like spiral down into gently heeled boots.
It was one of those annoyingly loud in its understated nature outfits that just screamed spoiled with the interwoven finery.
But Vi would be lying if she tried to claim it didn’t work.
Emphasizing a long figure, flowing near black hair that curtains in around the two as she hunched forward, meeting a shorter woman’s lips. The shorter one practically glued herself to the other, with a fullness to her frame practically inviting someone to sink into the soft curves while her messily seeking hands worked their way eagerly into tight pants.
Vi simply opted to take another drag, no intention towards budging an inch as this show played out.
It wasn’t like she’s the perv here. There were perfectly lockable cubicles in the bathroom to use for quick releases and surely they had places to go to or they could pop over to the hotel down the street for a quick hookup if they wanted some semblance of privacy.
She’d made good use of all such options herself quite a few times. So it wasn’t her responsibility to get out of dodge because these two couldn’t manage, plus she had been here first.
“Are you- I mean, would you turn me?”
The words are filled with barely restrained eagerness from the bob-haired woman. Easy enough to tell the thick accented voice had come from her as the words made the taller one go rigid where she’d once been working at the shorter one’s neck. Immediately telling Vi all she needs to know about what bit of entertainment has wandered before her eyes.
Vamps and their fucking groupies.
It makes no shortage of amusement rush through her as she catches the conversation clearly from deeper within the alley. Almost making Vi snicker at the pair of them. She nearly does, before the taller woman’s voice cuts in giving her pause as she registers the steady tenor.
“Maddie, I believe myself to have been quite clear about what this arrangement entailed.”
“Right, of course, but- but I mean eventually. Wouldn’t it be better if I were yours forever? A generation or two sooner and maybe…”
She wilts the slightest bit and Vi can practically imagine wide eyes peering up at the vamp who’s so obviously gone from hot to cold on this whole thing as she draws to her full height.
“Well I guess things would be too different. So really, this way is better, fate even. Because you’d make me just like you and I could really be with you, Caity. I want that, don’t you?”
The sound at the back of ‘Caity’s’ throat makes it clear enough to Vi that she definitely does not want that.
In fact she entirely steps away, and keeps stepping actually. Beginning to pace this way or that, head hung low as she rubs her brow in frustration. Muttering too softly for the hopeful woman to catch, but the words make their way to Vi easily.
“I’m cursed. Well and truly cursed.”
The shorter woman, Maddie, apparently is not interested in getting the message clearly enough, as she speaks up once more.
“I mean, we’ve been doing this for months, and I really like you.”
Is that all it took?
A few months. Really liking someone. And that’s enough to be willing to irrevocably change one’s entire existence?
Yeesh. These types had it bad.
“Maddie, you don’t know what you’re saying.” A harsh voice echoed in the space with no room for negotiation. “Just go, we’re done here.”
“What? No! Caity, please, you haven’t even-“
“Go home.”
She cuts off whatever the shorter woman had been about to utter, voice sharp enough it could’ve sliced through a steel wall.
Maddie stiffens instantly, and Vi knows it’s that little compulsion trick running its course as the woman shuffles away. Maddie’s posture forlorn as her parting words make it clear she doesn’t wish to be made to go as she is. Soundly thwarted in her efforts towards immortality tonight.
Once she’s made her way out of the alley, Vi finally permits herself a wry chuckle as she takes another drag.
The sound catches the taller woman’s attention and she pivots instantly, finally locking onto Vi’s presence amidst that apparent disaster.
Even from this distance and with the darkness of the alley blocking a majority of the moonlight, Vi can make out the blood red of her eyes clear as a drop of ink upon a fresh page.
Hunger.
And the vamp’s meal had just been sent away.
Amusement kept piling on to the absolute treasure trove that had stumbled in front of her.
“What the bloody hells are you doing out here?” A sneer twists at the taller woman’s features, making the frustration coursing through her all too easy to read. Either at Vi’s observing or the loss of her meal or even a fun little combination of the two.
Vi puffs a dramatic billow of smoke out in response with a raised brow, point made plain that she was definitely using the alley for much more tame purposes then the other woman had planned to.
Once her lungs are clear, she speaks with an easy grin.
“Tough break on that one.”
“Oh, please don’t even begin with me, Violet.”
She can’t help but snort in response to the prim way Caitlyn snapped her name out, foreign yet simultaneously all too familiar. She bit her lip gently to stifle the urge to let more laughter free. No more room for pretending she hadn’t known exactly who she was about two seconds from watching do the deed.
Caitlyn Kiramman. Vampire heiress. For all intents and purposes, her counterpart, in the next line of those expected to maintain the veil. Representing their respective species across North America from right here in the overlap of Piltover/Zaun and sit upon the council for their branch of the coalition.
All 6’1 of the cold untouchable princess that Vi couldn’t help but needle at whenever the opportunity arose. Unable to resist the inclination towards clawing some reaction from her, no matter how Vander urged her not to make a scene where she could get in trouble and stir up ire within alliances that were already tentative at best.
A request that should have been simple, considering they most definitely didn’t move in the same crowds in the public’s purview, but again, those behind the veil had their own networks.
Meaning as Vanders' inheritor, she’d been to more than one accord where Caitlyn had been doing the same thing, shadowing her mother. And Vi, ever diligent as the next alpha in line, couldn’t help but try and figure out the woman who basically amounted to vampiric royalty. Appearing out of the blue one day, stood confidently at Cassandra’s side with roaming eyes.
The whispers following her arrival only heighted the intrigue. Talks of her return from abroad, her acclaim as the ‘misfit’ prodigal daughter. Some said Caitlyn had been banished by her exacting mother, others claimed she’d sequestered away, uninterested in the path laid before her. So word of mouth was conflicting at best.
Vi took it all with a grain of salt understanding despite how different they appeared, inner coven business was just as messy as pack affairs. A game at times of sheer politicking and at other moments the delicate flexing of one’s power whenever necessary to snap the ranks back in line.
Either way, Caitlyn had been back now for nearly six months and Vi has self-admittedly been a fair share obsessed.
Which only made her all but chomping at the bit to capitalize upon this golden opportunity even as Caitlyn snarled her name like the bane of her existence and looked across to her like she was the dirt underneath her boot.
A state that would probably spark a reasonable level of fear or at least hesitation from any other wolf, caught alone with a vamp so clearly bordering a tipping point. But for Vi, it only excited her, tugging at her wolf’s attention as if readying for play and not the possibility of bloodshed.
“Woah there, princess, I'm not the one who tossed away your walking blood bag. Did that all on your own. Which is a bold move with the state you’re in. I mean, I’m all for a statement look, but the eyes don’t really suit you.”
“While your stellar observational skills are greatly appreciated, I’m more than aware.”
“M’kay just thought I’d mention it, known for my helpfulness and all,” She shot her a broad grin, her own canines flashing playfully. Not yet lengthened but playful in the further tease. “How ‘bout you just go down to the vault on Fairmont, ‘m sure they got something for your refined palette. Or do you only like ‘em squirming under you? No judgment.”
She threw her hands up almost defensively as if prepared to fend her off or soothe a feral animal. Delighting in the twitch of that usually oh so composed face telling her Caitlyn was not as amused as she was. But her words are genuine. Vi may be getting a kick out of this but she’s not an ass, well, not entirely.
Nevertheless, Caitlyn quite literally needs blood, evidenced by the way her eyes were currently soaked in the last dredges left within her body. Exposing that if she doesn’t feed properly, the likelihood of her body forcing her to overcorrect into that safety mechanism vamps had where they would dip into a bloodlusted frenzy, is uncomfortably high. And Vi genuinely isn’t interested in the fallout for a bounty being placed on her for going rogue.
Caitlyn’s hands twitch into fists at her sides as they thump a jerky rhythm against where they hover by her thigh. Almost as if trying to resist something, as she continues pacing like a caged animal.
“Fairmont is…not an option.”
“Okay, sprint over to Karnstein.”
“I cannot.”
“Have you tried Harker?”
“Violet. I am aware of every donation hub. The issue is not location, it's availability.”
Vi shrugged, unbothered at the snapping tone. Simply all too pleased to be garnering much of a reaction at all. Especially considering this was the most they’d truly interacted beyond the scope of official meetings, without overseers and listening ears to subtly redirect either of them away from more casual chatter.
Something she personally felt was happening an unfair amount. Random vampiric lackeys always quick to interfere and isolate the princess away from what they apparently perceived as Vi’s mangy mutt influence.
It only urged Vi to keep seeking her out either way. So perhaps that’s why her wolf was a bit more excited than it should be at the opportunity to tease the woman. Refusing to relent as she kept pressing, to what end she wasn’t even sure but she pushed on regardless.
“I’m just saying, I don’t pay attention to vamps much but I do know when your crowd starts looking like that, shits close to hitting the fan.”
“Another resounding observation, thank you dearly for it.”
“Eh, I try. So what’ll it be, your highness? Fresh or bagged?”
“As I’ve already stated, availability is depleted on both ends.”
Vi smoked down the last of the joint before stubbing it out against the wall. She tossed the nub lazily into the open dumpster on the opposite side of the alleyway without her eyes even swaying. A grin affixed to her face as she made her way over, finally closing the distance between the two supernatural beings.
They hadn’t needed to shout, considering their mutual hearing capabilities, but it would seem the princess was forcing her into an impossible situation. And Vi never had been one for patient outcomes when action served her best.
Plus, a part of her wanted to get a closer look at the way Caitlyn was fidgeting, eyes rolling in derision, and tooth gap flashing as she snarled at Vi as if she were utterly ridiculous.
Caitlyn could think whatever she wanted but under the surface something was clawing at Vi’s gut. Subconsciously telling her not to let this go, not even just to be a bit of a tease but because something was wrong and somehow she was going to fix it. Part of her even felt obligated to.
Which was easy enough to understand. The Kiramman legacy was older than old. Nothing concrete about when or where they originated, just that they had. And been at the forefront of the vampiric coven since alliances had become a thing. Vander would kill her if she didn’t do something for their heir. And as an alpha her job was to genuinely protect, to help, to do what was necessary for the greater good of the pack which in its own way included Caitlyn.
“Caitlyn, I’ve been having a chill night, but if you make me have to babysit you feeding it’s just going to be embarrassing for both of us.”
A look of utter affront soundly conveyed Caitlyn’s feelings about that. “Do you believe I’m being this way purposefully? That I don’t understand the tenuous nature of my circumstances?”
“Not well enough if you’re still here. If you’re that picky I won’t even snitch about you going full bat and taking a little where you shouldn’t, our secret.”
She shot the vampire a conspiratorial wink. The woman only groaned in frustration as her eyes flicked to Vi before hastily snapping away. Over and over she looked, then snapped away like looking at the pinkette burned, just as she would in meetings.
All the while pacing like a well-trained yo-yo. Spiraling in and out of the space Vi had closed in on, but always perfectly maintaining the exact same distance. A predetermined length of chain or line between them, she couldn’t or wouldn’t breach.
“I can’t keep any of it down, okay. Nothing unless it’s a specific type. Of which every hub I’ve already well and truly drained of their supply. Have been for months and I’ve resorted to alternatives, but as you so observed, that has turned to ruin. Now considering the unprecedented nature of tonight’s…hiccup I hadn’t the foresight to make any arrangements.”
Vi turned that over carefully in her head. A little confused and incredibly curious. Each species held their secrets, of course, and she knew vampires could develop preferences but she’d never heard of such a strict diet that they couldn’t manage without a specific blood type.
That sounded kind of bad and it made that feeling in her gut churn with a particularly harsh pang of worry she didn’t have an explanation for. Her joking demeanor fell away slightly as her brows furrowed in confusion. Giving Caitlyn a more thorough glance over but not spotting anything inherently off about her.
“What, you got some vamp superbug? Something finally bit back?”
Caitlyn scoffs.
Exasperated, almost pained.
“No.”
Her reply was curt and not prone to elaboration. Vi tried to work around it.
“Okay,” the word was drawn out as she rolled her head, as if literally rattling her skull for some solution to whatever this was. “How about you just lure your walking blood bag back, make all the sweet promises you need, and maybe tell the council about all this so they can figure it out.”
“No.”
Her wolf piqued anxiously, unsettled by the idea of something being wrong with the vamp. As well as entirely unsure what to do about suddenly becoming acquainted with the ‘misfit’ rumors that meant Caitlyn wouldn’t even bother warning the council something was making her toe the line of delving into feral status knowingly.
She briefly wondered if even Cassandra knew what her daughter had going on.
“Caitlyn, I’m really tryna work with you here. But you’re killing my vibe.”
“And I am devastated to be imposing upon you so, as if I invited any of your input. But unfortunately, I’ve clearly been feeding from Maddie too much. I will not fuel her obsession by continuing with her nor do I wish for her to be a thrall for me as I will never give her what she truly seeks. And regardless my mother is already aware of my…condition.”
Well that at least answered one question. Still, she truly couldn’t help herself as she followed up with the odd wording.
“Ah-hah! So it is a superbug.”
“No, you buffoon. Though you are certainly a pest.”
The last part was a pointless mutter that Vi couldn’t resist snorting at.
“I’m not the one being secretive and extra weird right now. You don’t want to tell me what’s going on, imma just assume you vamps are catching the flu. Which is pretty fucking lame honestly.”
Caitlyn only looks at her incredulously. To which she lazily raises a shoulder before letting it fall.
“It is not about illness it’s a…processing issue making my consumption particular. So if you can find willing AB- I’ll gladly take it, but otherwise your concerns are acknowledged and entirely useless to me at the moment. I’ll be fine, I just- I need to think. And you are not helping.”
Huh.
Vi blinked at the vamp lamely as she scratched the back of her undercut with the words carefully settling in her ears.
What are the odds the solution was that easy?
With a shrug and before even sparing a moment for another thought to filter through her mind, she allowed her clawed index finger to dig into her palm.
On Caitlyn’s next pivot to stalk away, she steps forward reaching out and catching the taller woman’s wrist with her non bloodied hand.
In the next moment Vi’s back is pressed into the walling, with fangs bared in her face as Caitlyn hisses violently. Her own spring free on instinct, that natural inclination to not allow herself to be pushed around forcing her fangs to lengthen.
However as opposed to immediately snapping, her alpha holds back from lunging to snuff out this challenge. Permitting humor to still lace itself through her words as she speaks around the fullness of her mouth.
“Yeah, that hairpin trigger is super convincing. You’re about as ‘fine’, as I am part terrier.”
“Well, you’re certainly as yappy as one.”
A low growl escapes her, warning but not upset. “Hey, just because I said it, doesn’t mean you can pile on. Poor manners, Kiramman, especially when I’m trying to be a good little blood bag for ya.”
The smell of iron wafts into the space between them as she raises her sliced-open palm.
“And the rough handling is sweet and all. Definitely makes me feel warm and fuzzy to be a specialized treat for ya, but I think you might as well drink before you set off another war, Cupcake.”
She bites back, trying to be understanding but she can’t help but be unsettled the slightest bit, her wolf getting a unique sort of rise out of it all.
Nevertheless her focus remains undeterred, locked on the way Caitlyn’s eyes blow wide as she realizes the offering. And suddenly she’s shaking like a leaf in the midst of a thunderstorm.
Which is… okay, a bit concerning, but Vi’s not tainted or anything and despite some myths, biting each other wouldn’t actually be fatal to either of them. In fact when they were at war it was akin to a furry energy drink for a vampire to drink from a defeated wolf.
Their blood held a hyperactive compound that fueled their transformations and healing factor and translated to vampires feeling amped when they stole a taste.
In recent times it was more commonly that of a peace offering, a sign of trust to hand over the occasional vial in a treatise. But other than that no one really engaged with the other side like this.
Making it all too prevalent in both of their minds this is an extreme rarity. So freely granting Caitlyn something packs and covens alike had been obliterated over, yet Vi can’t deny the fact that her alpha is nearly goading her to do so.
Which was beyond weird, but she never made a habit of ignoring that aspect of herself, trusted her wolf implicitly, even if they did get into more than their fair share of trouble as a result at times.
Resolutely, Vi holds true to the course as she shakes her hand as if it were a steak before a starved lioness as her blood flows down to her fingers.
“Offer doesn’t last forever.”
“Violet, you don’t know what you’re doing.”
She puffs lightly at the continued use of her name. Most vampires had that habit, holding so much weight in their names and legacy. Yet it’s always felt that bit different when Caitlyn does it.
“Listen, I get it, age-old enemies. I.e, we don’t really fuck with each other. But we have an accord and this runs both ways. That means keeping you alive through whatever freaky shit this is. So, call me your knight in shining armor, princess. You need a willing blood bag, here.”
Entirely done with arguing sense, she pressed her palm towards the vamps' gently parted mouth, just barely grazing her bottom lip. Taking it as a good sign when those tremors gave way to that signature stillness at the contact, like a pendulum swinging between temperaments.
The air sat still, heavy for a moment before finally a tongue ran up the length of the already healing slit. Slender hand closing around her wrist as Caitlyn moaned into her palm. The sound is visceral and rich, making Vi’s eyes widen in surprise. A state worsened as soft lips framed the cut before Caitlyn sucked at the waning flow of blood greedily. Like a woman stranded in a desert stumbling upon an oasis.
Not entirely surprising when noting how close she had seemed to the edge. But what was unexpected was the way that Caitlyn pressed into her body. Boxing Vi in further, but no longer in that threatening grasp, instead easing into something that made her presence felt but not forceful while suckling on the cut as Vi’s healing fully set in, knitting up the skin.
It was an unnecessary amount of contact that brought the taller woman’s naturally chilled figure in sharp contrast to Vi’s overheated body. But she knew vamps had their own flair about these things, meant to be predators who lured their prey in with sensuality or whatever.
Which meant it was natural the way her veins thrummed to life in a manner she only experienced under full moons. Roaring just under her skin while her pulse raced at the feel of those lips pressed to her, her wolf all too attentive to every slight adjustment and point of contact.
A totally instinctive, unavoidable response. Surely.
A fact she tried to force her reasonable mind to remember considering that taste had been just that. A sample, a bit of proof Vi was fine with Caitlyn taking what she needed as long as it kept her from spiraling.
Vi just needed to remain mindful of the reality of what this exchange was and keep that curling warmth coiling lower at bay. Which would be made all the easier once the vampire finally just bit her wrist, got her fill, and then they could part ways for the night.
However Caitlyn didn’t move on with the wound healed over.
No, she continued after every drop, trailing her tongue along Vi’s palm. Following the path of stray blood that had trickled to her fingers.
Said digits were suddenly caught in the comfort of Caitlyn’s mouth as her tongue swept over them with intention. Swirling around their length as she swallowed them to the knuckle and allowed her tongue to dip through the gap between Vi’s fingers. No inch left without her meticulous attention as she swallowed them without a single pause.
And well, Vi had offered out of the pure and noble intent of a concerned bystander, but now she was harder than anyone ought to be when they were, for all intents and purposes, a meal.
It definitely didn’t feel that way now with her fingers growing all too familiar with the wet warmth of Caitlyn’s mouth encompassing her so smoothly.
“Uhhh.”
Okay, maybe her brain ran a blank, but she had genuinely wanted to say something. She was sure of that much, however she soundly found under current circumstances she couldn’t manage much of anything.
Caitlyn’s eyes flicked up before releasing the wolf’s digits with a slick pop. Something decisive and dangerous and still so hungry almost pulsing in her eyes.
Her other hand drifts to Vi’s jaw, but it’s not harsh or forceful instead her hold was almost coaxing. A gentle brush of cool skin meeting her face in a way that has Vi all too eagerly leaning into it despite herself. Driven by the instinct of her wolf, suddenly pressing into the forefront as if ready to burst from her skin.
Her wolf wants something from Caitlyn. Or perhaps it is trying to take something. She’s not too confident there’s a difference to those options. All she can feel is the urgency, the building demand and unrest.
Leaving her more than a fair share scattered. Lost between the feelings welling up inside with an appetite of its own and Caitlyn’s less than clear words.
Caitlyn was twisting her in knots and she hadn’t even been bitten.
Fuck, maybe Vi had judged the vamp groupies too harshly.
All the same, she tilts accordingly, baring her neck. Makes a brazen offering as her initial intention to simply let the taller woman take from her wrist wanes with the need to have her lips, her bite much closer than that.
Which is…fuck- maybe she’s gone a bit insane. Because no alpha ever bares their neck unless in the most sincere efforts.
At this stage, even Vander couldn’t force such a position upon her, yet the gentle brushing of a cool palm upon her jaw had her caving like a pup who’s never known the touch of a woman and that was not an image she wanted to let stand.
Before she can attempt to wrap her head around it all Caitlyn lets out a breath that should be purely illusory, a mimicry of humanity that helps best maintain her cover.
Yet in Vi’s ears it sounds weighted.
Not an exhale of necessity but an expelling of something, an acceptance settling over this moment as she touches Vi gentler then the wolf remembers anyone ever handling her.
With fingers almost dancing against her, rhythm smoothed out into a proper tune from when she’d been jerkily tapping against her own thigh earlier. The gentle tap-tap falling in sync with the steady th-thump pounding of her own heart now.
“My reckless pup, what a mess you’ve made, dooming us so.”
The words themselves lilted off her tongue in a raspy admonishment but the way they settle around Vi leaves her not caring all too much, at least not about the majority of the words.
However, if there’s anything strong enough to cut through whatever haze she’s sunk into, it’s anyone daring to call her a pup.
Her lips curl in offence as her eyes snap to awareness, away from whatever near tranquil state she was lulling into. The clarity allows her to find Caitlyn’s gaze fully, seeing the way that pulsing is growing worse around her irises, almost like they’re changing.
She can’t focus on it as her tongue leaps to rebuff.
“I’m not-“
Her protest is stolen from her as Caitlyn dips into her, fangs suddenly ghost over her throat before sinking in without another moment’s hesitation. Perfectly framing her scent gland and making her grunt softly as her knees threaten to give.
But Caitlyn is there. One hand wound around her nape and the other rapidly hooked at her waist. Positioned as if she knew the shockwave she was about to set off through Vi as she aligns perfectly as if it were a mating bite and claims Vi’s throat.
Vampire bites don’t do this. Don’t make people crumble to their knees. And Caitlyn definitely shouldn’t be garnering such a response in the form of Vi’s alpha thoroughly flying off the leash. Her ears elongating, fuzzy and large, tail quick to unfurl from the exposed small of her back.
Vi should be pissed, furious even at a bite upon her throat, in that spot in particular, when Caitlyn could’ve opted for anywhere. But instead her wolf howls from within as she groans further. A desperation escaping her throat as she feels her eyes shift into their own vibrant red hue.
All at once disorienting and undeniably odd even for a vampire feeding on a wolf. Yet her hands that dig and scrape along Caitlyn’s form aren’t pushing her away, too occupied with an urgency to draw her impossibly closer in at the bite upon the sensitive prized flesh.
It’s a lot to have burst forward. A battle on seemingly every front she feels she’s waging endlessly with nowhere to shelter from the mayhem and instead only being capable of standing amongst the wreckage and weathering the storm.
All her useless mind can really catch on in the surge is the way she finds herself mildly impressed that Caitlyn is pulling much of anything. Considering the way all blood feels like it’s rushing decidedly lower as Vi haplessly bucks and moans. Overheating and fluctuating all over as her wolf and human self seem to shift and overlap as if her body can’t decide on anything besides being way too into this.
It makes her pant and wriggle under Caitlyn’s hold, but still she doesn’t fight it.
Caitlyn pulls away just enough to moan against her. Lips brushing the punctured skin with every word. “You’re so maddening, I can’t stand it.” Before she latches back.
…rude.
The way an affronted scoff breaks off into a feverish pant probably doesn’t exactly convey that sentiment but she certainly feels it.
Vi was going through a crisis and she definitely hadn’t known what she was getting herself into. Hadn’t been anywhere near prepared, nor high enough to understand the way everything currently shifts on its head and the world as she once knew it turns upside down.
Something bizarre happening as her wolf is no longer nudging or urging, it is howling and slamming against its well kept confines. That separation that usually made both parts of herself so manageable blurring into uselessness as her alpha flexes through the anchors that Vi has spent years honing to a fine control.
All of it dwindled to less than nothing but ash and dust within seconds of Caitlyn’s fangs sinking into her, setting her alight all over.
Need.
Her wolf needs something from Caitlyn needs to take a chunk out of her just as she has Vi and it seems her alpha is no longer content with just waiting as some boundary is irrevocably broken.
No, she needs to make her presence felt now, already having permitted the vampire to take her fair share of whatever is simmering under the surface. Because the wolf has yet to be sated, yet to ease that ache that’s developed and she finds it’s not blood she hungers for.
Her eyes waver over that thought, of having the princess and swallowing her whole. It makes her vision pulse wildly.
She’s not blacking out, not shifting, at least not fully, and her eyes have already forced their way into their red tinge. But some new color creeps in, transforms her muted colorblind vision into a clarity she’s never seen through her human or wolf’s eyes and her vision swims from a red coloring into a vibrant purpling hue.
**POV Shift**
Caitlyn wishes to drown.
Hates and curses the fact she cannot.
All the same she drinks down the ambrosia of Vi’s blood with a greed that makes her feel it’s blessedly possible.
And she shouldn’t be, she knew that. Had tried to resist falling to the temptation of the wolf currently caught underneath her fangs.
But fate was a fickle mistress. Guiding her like a poor lamb to the slaughter into this calamity of circumstance to have her here and so willing to fill in the gaps as Maddie ruined Caitlyn’s one fixture of prevention before succumbing to this tragic inevitability.
All her and her mother’s efforts to keep her away, to stave off this utter mess, rendered futile with one chance run in.
Faintly she hears the way the side of the building they’re pressed against gives under their combined weight pushing the structure beyond its limits.
It wrenches her from her thoughts and forces her to pull away from the flow of Vi’s blood, warm, perfect, and all too addictive in the way it coats her mouth.
“Violet,” She breathes the word with a plethora of meanings that sits harshly upon her throat. Too much and not enough colliding and collapsing upon themselves. Leaving her with no choice but to merely exist in this moment still impossibly desperate for more like finally being bestowed fresh water after a never ending drought. “We have to move before we take the building down.”
Caitlyn draws herself further away, looking at Vi severely, her jaw clenching as purple meets purple.
The bonds influence undeniably spreading. Permanently altering the both of them in inexplicable ways.
Forcefully she shakes her head and looks away to avoid throwing caution to the wind. Instead she all but grabs Vi by her scruff as she mutters.
“We’re going to mine.”
In the next heartbeat they’re moving in a blur, wolves aren’t as fast as vampires, just as vampires aren’t as strong as wolves in turn, but Vi keeps pace with Caitlyn’s grip as they move through the night.
The blip only makes her reflect upon how they’d gotten here.
**
Caitlyn’s return to Piltover after her much needed break from the expectations of it all was planned out long ago. A result of a mutual agreement with her mother that they were closer to a breaking point in their own relationship than a path forward that would please either of them.
Fortunately they both had the luxury of time.
So a hundred years away for Caitlyn to ‘find herself’, as her mother had called it with poorly contained derisive snark, had been good. But there was no illusion on her end that it didn’t hold this exact outcome, of her finally setting foot within her home once more.
She found herself finally arriving at the coalition building after holding brief check ins with the evolved status of the clinics and safe havens she’d helped establish long before her departure. Causing her to be further behind schedule than intended but just in time to catch wind of a wolf, blood pumping with the waning rush of adrenaline, carrying in another wolf.
Clearly returning from whatever scuffle they’d found themselves caught up in as she watched the pink haired one’s nude form bolster through. Thick tattooed arms cradling the much worse injured wolf close, red eyes heated and angry but face set in a calm seriousness that left no question about the power she held and her presentation as an alpha on a mission.
Upon Caitlyn’s return she was meant to report to her mother’s office promptly and pick up her duties as to get back in line accordingly.
But that scent.
It sent an odd tingle to the back of her throat.
Blood was everything to vampires, to catch wind of any that smelled so incredibly enticing meant Caitlyn had found herself following before she even realized.
No rush or hurry in her movements, simply trailing like a shadow in the dark. Watching that alpha, Vi, she heard the weak form grumble only to be instantly hushed and told not to worry.
Reassurance flowing smoothly from a jagged throat and mouth still full of too-powerful teeth that told him that they were safe, that whatever transgressor had apparently interloped had been handled with a growl in her voice that left no room for question or doubt.
Caitlyn found herself only further intrigued by that. The assured nature about the rumble in the wolf's throat. Something about the confidence of her stride just as alluring as her scent was. That made her draw ever closer, quite taken with observing the oddity of this woman.
And Caitlyn knows it’s not the other wolf, a smaller man with large eyebrows and the blood of something playful like green apple and cinnamon that makes her keep following.
Instead it’s more subtle.
As a result of the simple fact alphas healing is much better than betas so it remains shrouded underneath her skin mostly. Beckoning Caitlyn in with the barest ebbs of where it still trickled from the alpha as Caitlyn lurks just out of sight.
She’s not sure what makes her stay, all too invested in watching every move this woman makes.
It’s not the nudity. Wolves in general had little care over such things, as their clothes were a frequent sacrifice to their lupine form. Meaning while it wasn’t preferable, at least beyond their wing, it wasn’t unfamiliar.
It’s simply inherently something about her that draws a focus that Caitlyn and her inquisitive mind can’t help but to chase after.
It’s how she’d passed the time in Europe. Following every glancing mystery that crossed her path and chasing the whys of the world.
However in an entire century nothing had leapt at her as commanding as this wolf did.
It’s exactly her extensive time away spent indulging that impulsive nature that she finds to be her downfall.
Once the frail beta was passed off to urgently moving medical staff, Vi had only opted to wipe a towel at some of the deeper wounds that still sluggishly ebbed from her. Before she was carelessly abandoning the stained rag without any further attention as the pinkette then marched from the medical hall.
The urge to follow her still lurched forward but simultaneously Caitlyn found herself unable to resist the way the discarded fabric practically pulsed in her vision.
The alpha’s blood left so thoughtlessly amidst Caitlyn’s prowling.
She’s surging forward and seizing it the moment there’s a spare opening. Like a rat darting across a counter after something much too fragrant and enticing to leave well enough alone. Scampering back out of sight just as fast to nestle in an alcove a ways away for some privacy.
A bit of precaution as she goes about inspecting her newly acquired forbidden fruit. Smelling that enticing scent deeply, turning it over to observe the way it’s absorbed the splatter like a hypnotizing tapestry, tries and fails to cobble together why it seems so direly important.
She can identify the type based on the inherent iron level undercutting Vi’s scent, AB-, an uncommon treat but not completely foreign or special beyond its rarity.
Yet it smells unfairly good, tempting.
Either way she’d gone so far as to steal it, so what harm was there in a little sample? Perhaps it would serve to grant her proper insight into why she felt her body tremor as she clutched it close to herself, almost in anticipation of something exhilarating.
The reasoning of a child with a stolen toy, but there’s no room to correct, not with her caution already worn inexplicably razor thin.
So she raises the object of her infatuation. Her tongue flicking out, dabbing along the surface gingerly.
Immediately a shock surges through her, rattling her mind as she flinches back, stumbling uncharacteristically. Her knees give somewhat and she desperately grabs for a nearby ledge of a window to keep her upright as opposed to crumbling at the way her entire being goes through something inexplicable.
All at once finding her body disoriented with a breathless gasp, vision blurring with a strange hue like she’d touched her tongue to a live wall port and received the shock of her life.
Jarring in a way she had no explanation for, but then again she’d never tasted a wolf’s blood.
She supposed perhaps that was part of the high that past vampires experienced when they did as much during the countless clashes between wolves and vampires, unlocking an enhanced berserk type state.
It was certainly intriguing to say the least, but she didn’t dare for another proper taste. Already feeling the flavor sitting heavy on her tongue and drowning out the bag of her favored B+ she’d indulged in upon her arrival to town.
Beyond that startling instance of something inexplicable, she hadn’t lingered over it. Merely securing her acquisition to take back to her own abode before she forced herself to continue on her way as she’d been intending to before she’d been derailed from her journey.
She hadn’t known it then, the simple truth that between the pair of them, Caitlyn had actually been the one to trap them in this dance the second she had tasted the lycan woman’s blood.
Incidentally rewriting her own body with the taste of Vi allowed to coat her tongue however slightly. Because her body had swiftly begun to reject everything else.
A fact she came to realize after she’d jumped from hub to hub tasting any bag she could get her hands on until she’d noticed only a certain type at least allowed her to feed without immediately expelling it swiftly after. But even if she held it down it never satiated, as if she were gorging upon a buffet but tasting nothing but gruel.
Perplexing in every way but she hadn’t said anything until the speed which she was guzzling through the supply was brought forth.
A litre or two typically enough to sustain her through a month even though she knew some certainly fed more often. She never saw the point, that is until it was no longer filling.
Leaving her eyes roaming beyond her control when she was at the Coalition building. Directly to the wolf, the pink haired alpha, who would occasionally catch her and shoot her a sharp dangerous smirk. An edge and unapologetic nature to her only proven further as she didn’t shy from Caitlyn’s cool demeanor and instead met her head on. All barely peeking fangs, glinting steel piercings, and scar at her lip making the looks all the more daring.
Caitlyn didn’t know what was wrong but she had to feed and she felt bottomless. Escalating to weekly feedings where she’d drain five litres and still crave despite the lackluster taste.
When Orianna, one of the overseers of supplies, had tentatively come to her. Eyes fleeting and just a bit scared, as most vampires were when it came to addressing one of her lineage. The poor girl had to tell her she was depleting reserves at a rate that they couldn’t handle. Leaving her at a point where she knew she had to inform her mother.
Not because she wished to, but because she knew once one of the coven noticed something off about her, it wouldn’t be long before other prying eyes took note as well. Best for whatever troubling development this was to come from her own lips as opposed to another.
So she’d gone to her mother and admitted the disturbance of routine, the fact that she couldn’t feed sufficiently, the simple fact she felt like she was starving. Only to be met with a concerned look and a soft touch she hadn’t been subjected to since she was a small girl that hid in her mother’s skirts.
She found herself questioned with a soft urgency when it had begun and as a result been helpless to permit the honesty about her every step since she’d arrived a month ago at that look of worry that warped her mother’s features.
Which had led to news she hadn’t anticipated, cut off before she’d even finished embarrassingly recounting her arrival. Her mother having stopped her after her hasty admittance of stealing a taste of wolfs blood and experiencing that jolt that made her body give and vision shift.
Something which was apparently not typical at all.
Her mother had hurriedly marched her through their family estate alcoves, collecting books that seemed on the cusp of vanishing into the very dust that caked their surface in order for Caitlyn to receive a history lesson of sorts.
In a world of vampires, witches, shifters and more, soulmates was the thing that made all their supernatural abilities pale in comparison to the strength of its call and was long fabled to have died out in such a vast world.
But history was long and her mother’s access to knowledge even longer.
Which is how she’d known exactly what was wrong with Caitlyn after she’d brought up her concerns, the unrest she’d been feeling, the odd flares in her vision, and the fact she couldn’t hold anything down beyond a certain blood type.
That’s how Caitlyn became acquainted with the tale of a time before borders and strict distinctions. Where humans and the supernatural had worked in harmony with each other and the earth. Roaming the world, not exactly in peace but with a tranquility to the natural flow of existence.
Balance.
A time when a much more powerful connection to what some called the arcane was at its peak and the things that empowered them were that much more potent.
It also enabled a sort of mystification, connection, and fostered the original understanding of soulmates.
Two beings intrinsically intertwined, meant for one another.
For humans it was like finding another half, a completion of another set of limbs and mind that shared their intent and love. For supernaturals it was that and more, made them more potent, dangerous.
A tether and bond that permitted their abilities to bleed over to the other and become all the more heightened and overwhelming. Held the capability to make even their already unnatural lifespans seemingly never ending, but it also made them volatile.
Humans worried about dying of heartbreak when their other half died. For the supernatural, they went mad.
Tore settlements and people and the world apart like they were nothing, became creatures of catastrophe. Unmoored without their anchor and still overly powered to a point it made them beyond difficult to subdue. Rampages the stuff of legend. Drowning whole bodies of land in their grief, destroying lumps of people in fell swoops.
All bonds weren’t necessarily triggered in the same manner, nothing predictable about them beyond the purple hue of their eyes and otherwise leaving all other aspects a matter to be discovered and understood by every pairing in their unique relationship.
But Caitlyn is a vampire and she’d tasted her soulmate, the wolf, the alpha.
In tasting Vi, she had trapped herself in the way her body would only ever truly thrive with her at Caitlyn’s side.
Entirely unprecedented in this era and while power sounded great, in the world they lived it was a double edged sword that would have unfathomable impact. A threat to have both the future lupine and vampiric council members intertwined so and just as vulnerable in case of the worst coming to pass to launch their tentative world into utter disarray.
Bad.
Unacceptable.
Outright disastrous.
Something she never would have even known if she’d just left well enough alone. Her mother didn’t say as much but they both knew it to be true.
The best they could do was try and hold the bond to where it was, not permit it to progress and be grateful Caitlyn could at least still stomach others of the same blood type.
When her mother had hardened to resolutely state she was forbidden from going near the wolf for fear of it worsening. Caitlyn hadn’t even argued against the concept of being forbidden from something as she usually would.
No, she had agreed and even done her part to curb the draw. Found a nice girl who had recessive wolf genes, short enough hair, light enough eyes, and the perfect blood type.
Just good enough.
All so that Caitlyn could pretend like she wasn’t internally aching to know why the universe, fate, the arcane, whatever- thought her perfect other half was an audacious wolf that seemed committed to hounding at her heels every time their paths crossed.
She hadn’t even been able to tell the other woman to leave her be at the first instance before one of her mother’s personal assistants had intervened with the interaction.
Exposing a secret mandate that had been spread without her knowledge, but became prominent with every following attempted approach of the pinkette and the consequential shutdown.
Again, she’d like to have mustered some incredulous feeling about it, but her mother was unfortunately vindicated in such foresight. As whenever the wolf got within a certain distance, Caitlyn found her mouth watered with the desire to feel the way the alpha’s pulse would feel underneath her lips as her fangs bit into the cog around her throat, her senses heightened letting her smell the rich concentration of Vi’s presence from the metal of her piercings to the woods she traversed through, Vi’s entire being pulsed enticingly making her catch on every detail with decided focus, even just her body thrummed in her vision as if Caitlyn could see every vein flowing with the wolf’s blood.
Caitlyn lost herself every time without fail. Staring with intensity, nose flaring, vision on the cusp of fluctuating until she was swiftly dragged away.
Months she endured it. Retreating to ease her bubbling plight with Maddie after meetings. Feeling no better then an animal as she craved and drank and fucked while imagining another woman.
Her mind, her body, her very soul—that this entire ordeal of having a soulmate seems to prove she possessed despite her nature—all betraying her and leaving her with no means to stop it beyond their meager efforts.
**
All for nothing it would seem as she and Vi found themselves rushing into Caitlyn’s penthouse now. The door hardly clicking shut before her grip on Vi was soundly broken as Vi snarled and jerked out of the hold.
The sudden departure grants her a moment where she realizes all at once she has no play book for this.
For a wolf nor what this bond is doing to Vi.
She’s not allowed to think about it before a large hand, claws extending at the nails, fur coating Vi’s knuckles grabs around her neck as Vi has now grown, stuck in some half shift as she towers over Caitlyn with her ears and tail twitching rapidly.
She leans in a snarling drool beginning to dribble at the fullness of her mouth. Caitlyn’s own pointed ears flick, unable to avoid the way she’s suddenly all at once excited and nervous.
“I said you could drink from me, not that you got to treat me like I'm one of your little helpless subjects for you to handle however you want.”
Despite herself and being soundly caught in the position of a half turned alpha already with her throat in their claws, Caitlyn can’t help but scoff. Decidedly not taking the road of caution surrounding this implosion.
“Well for all your concern about appropriate public behavior I didn’t think you’d want to be out there like this.”
Her eyes sweep pointedly over where Vi’s clothes hold on by strands, her boots having given way along the journey to leave her standing on paw pads at an awkward angle with the way she maintains her bi-pedal state.
Caitlyn can’t help the way her eyes linger, in all her years she’s never seen a wolf stuck in such a state.
Vi in this form is apparently no longer amused as she snarls firmly, like a correction. But Caitlyn isn’t a wolf and while she can just make out the pheromones Vi is flooding the space with, she won’t bow to her alpha no matter if she can feel a situation developing in her own pants at being caught here like this.
So she can’t help slipping in another sly remark.
“But if you’re going to be so abrasive about relocation at least be sure not to drool on me, and certainly don’t expect any compliments about what big fangs you have while you huff and puff in my face.”
She intones in an almost melodic voice, like the very fairytale of little reds and big bad wolves.
She found herself all too drawn to the fact Vi managed to be both wrapped into one as she pinned Caitlyn in place. Leading the bluenette unable to refrain from goading at it for whatever reason she can’t explain nor temper. Be it her falling once more to her inquisitive nature of how far Vi could be pushed or something about their bond and opposing natures as vampire and wolf making it all too fun to rile the other up.
“For the spirit's sake, are you serious?”
“What, now you can't take the heat? As if you haven’t been hounding me all over the coalition building. As if you weren’t the one lurking on me in alleyways? And I certainly don’t recall permitting you to handle me so callously.”
Okay, maybe a few cheap shots on her part, but still. Pleasantries were well and truly out the window, nothing to quell the barreling train of this encounter that raced upon the tracks of fate. And Caitlyn ached to dig, to know, to needle this woman until she understood.
“Yeah? Is that the sort of lies you spin to your coven when we both know it’s you who’s always starting it. Looking at me, fuck, even tonight. You bit me-”
Caitlyn scoffs, her eyes rolling even as her belly flips with the need to do so again.
“Yes as you all but threw yourself at me and I soundly told you it was unwise to do so.”
Heat washes over her as Vi puffs out a breath harshly through her nose. “Yeah my fucking bad than, huh? I could go back to my place, leave you to it, you’ve already gotten your fill right? I’m sure I won’t get a call about you going on a little spree, will I? Because you won’t manage to spin that to be my fault.”
And that makes Caitlyn seize somewhat. Not at the idea of losing control, but the very concept of Vi leaving her.
She couldn’t. That’d be wrong, so incredibly wrong for her to abandon her like this. Yes she’d given Caitlyn a sip but she needed so much more than that, needed so much more of Vi.
She reaches for the wolf hurriedly, as if she’d flee before her very eyes. Not grasping the hand clamped at her throat but the shredding expanse of Vi’s shirt. Latching upon the material and the, remarkably soft, tufts of fur peeking over from the tops of her breast that are beginning to burst free as her vision pulses in the purple tinge.
Vi can’t leave.
She can be a pest, a nuisance for all Caitlyn cares, but leaving? It’d be more merciful to snap her throat and leave her to heal before actually walking out that door.
But she can’t quite articulate that appropriately, her mind surging with impulses she has no room or time to parse through. Just knows she draws Vi all the closer with her own grip.
“Don’t you dare, don’t you fucking dare after you started this.”
Again the misplaced blame. She knows it and doesn’t care.
Vi huffs, a near chuckle behind the sound. That amusement finding its way back to the surface somewhat, decidedly mocking.
“Sure, what I started by trying not to let you get yourself torn apart and left to burn. The next vamp I see spiraling out I won’t be so kind to offer, trust me.”
And somehow Caitlyn’s back finds itself pushed up against her bedroom door. Leaving her unsure who guided them there, be it her own unconscious backpedal to keep Vi deep within her home or Vi somehow scenting out the most concentrated source of her scent at her bed and urging them on.
It doesn’t much matter as she’s caught between a half shifted alpha and the rich mahogany of the door waiting to be opened.
But Caitlyn is too distracted to bother reaching for the handle as her mind lances as if struck by Vi’s words. The thought of anyone being offered Vi’s blood as freely as she has been granted tonight, it makes fury and indignation roar up within.
And she wasn’t proud of it, but she always had a possessive streak, liked owning and claiming and having. It felt worse then a spit it the face for Vi to insinuate that she, her wolf, her alpha, her soulmate would be permitted to offer the elixir of warm smokey amber dabbed with a heady mixture of ginger and honey that was Vi’s blood to any other beyond Caitlyn.
“Never,” and it’s like she’s reaching for her compulsion, wiping the very thought from Vi’s mind. In response the lycan shakes as if ridding herself of the attempt as Caitlyn’s hands grasp at her fully. “You’re mine.”
She pulls Vi to her all the harsher and they fully crash through the suddenly splintered door.
Which is resoundingly a problem, ridiculous in fact, because this was Caitlyn’s place, specially outfitted for supernatural peculiarities. But they crash through her door like paper mache. Neither of them fully capable of pausing to focus on the ease which they’ve done so.
Too consumed in snarling and growling and tugging at one another in this odd exchange that neither of them can calm from fueling one another’s desperation and indignation in a self-fulfilling cycle. Like a mad snake consuming itself in its hunger.
“You think you get to own me because you’ve bitten me once?” The tone that reverberates from Vi’s throat is all snarl, oblivious to the truths just beyond the surface of this encounter.
Caitlyn would laugh in her face if she weren’t so preoccupied rising to the unintentional bait.
Her instincts flaring drives her to have and devour every drop of ichor in Vi’s veins, her fangs bared, top row protruding as a raw hiss of offence escapes at the insinuation of a contrary truth.
Vi is hers.
Just as Caitlyn is Vi’s.
Proven by the way Vi’s eyes flash with that purple surge, her own fangs top and lower rows bared in what feels just short of roaring in her face. And she hates that she loves it, that Vi can meet her with her own ferocity. But she won’t let her know as much so easily.
“It’s not mere thought that tells me all I need to know about our place in this world, but if you find yourself needing more time to catch up, allow me to help you along.”
If Vi thought one bite wasn’t enough she was happy to oblige, as such, she surges forward. Forcing herself at Vi’s grip, using it even, as she pressed forward before sinking into the extended bulk of bicep with her fangs.
Muscle in general was a poor place to aim, not as tender, and odd to slice through, but all of Vi looked unbelievably enticing and it was available.
Vi’s jaw snapped around a harsh groan as Caitlyn bit her again. Decidedly less tender than before as she began sucking and drinking and moaning at the satisfaction building lower in her belly as well as admittedly everywhere in a way she’d never experienced before no matter where she drank from.
Instantly, a sort of relief washes over her as she tastes Vi upon her tongue and feels her so undeniably caught between her teeth like a prize labored after and now irrevocably caught.
Delicious.
Perfect.
Hers.
And she’d bite her wolf as many times as necessary to make that clear. To ensure Vi knew that there was no edge of the country, the earth, the universe that Caitlyn wouldn’t shred in her wake before allowing anyone else the false belief otherwise.
“Shit, you’re so fucking greedy.”
She can’t retort, can’t deny as she feels the blood she draws trickle in her throat making her moan further. A hapless addict too preoccupied getting a fix to defend her own honor.
“Greedy and making all that noise, careful, Princess. I just might think you want more than my blood.”
Her eyes flash open from where they’d closed in pleasure. Darting to Vi, who’s already watching her intently, lips curling in a dangerous smile as she swallows thickly. The motion is not solely fueled by the blood she’s draining. By the way a spark of realization gleams in Vi’s vibrant eyes once their eyes connect. She’s certain some part of the bond must be telegraphing the sort of rush incited by Vi’s words.
“You do, don’t you? You want my blood and you want my cock? Here I thought you were just a perfect little princess. Now I find out you’re actually a needy slut too, thinking you can claim me all for yourself.”
So much confidence, too much confidence.
Caitlyn shouldn’t let it stand.
No one has ever spoken to her in such a way, no matter if she had a tendency to act in a less-than-proper manner with a special few who’d been permitted in her bed on multiple occasion.
But Vi doesn’t care, no caution for the obscenity on her tongue nor weariness about who she’s speaking to.
And Caitlyn is stuck, between the way she likes it, the plainness that Vi speaks, leaving her unable to force her fangs to release to refute. Which only emboldens the purple in Vi’s eyes to flash in victory.
Her grip, which has thus far plainly gone unchallenged upon Caitlyn’s throat, flexes. Teasing her by drawing such a fact into stark attention.
“Don’t worry, I don’t need you to say it,” her voice dips as she leans into Caitlyn’s side profile, nose brushing along her ear, making her swallow thickly at the sensitive contact. “I can smell it on you.”
There’s suddenly the feel of Vi’s other claw, scratching along her back, shredding her clothes viciously. The wolf’s nails leave a faint set of marks along Caitlyn’s back. Not breaking skin but making her entire body tingle with the graze of them down her spine.
The shock is enough to finally jar her loose as she gasps and arches, her bra and shirt falling in tatters to the floor.
“Are you insane?”
The words leap from her. Unbidden.
She knows the truth. Understands even.
That doesn’t change this odd struggle between them, nipping at one another, every slight act begetting a response.
Her words get their own answer in the way she’s met with the feel of Vi’s hand leaving her throat.
Only to swiftly grasp around her hips.
Both hands find purchase on her pants before there’s a sharp tear, her bottoms deftly torn apart before she can make a case against such. The remains left to fall uselessly from the wolf’s claws before they grab at her, molding to her form and swallowing her figure with their large grip.
All while the look upon Vi’s face was much too pleased at her handiwork.
“No, I just don’t feel the need to pretend like you do. You want to claim me? You have to earn that and actually take me. No more hiding behind your servants, no flowery words, no smoke and mirrors. Being someone’s for a wolf isn’t dragging them off in the night. So what’ll it be, cupcake, do you really think you can handle that?”
The wolf’s hips jog lightly while urging Caitlyn to meet her movement. Bringing forth a new sensation as something hard presses against Caitlyn’s bare skin, her traitorous eyes fall to the source.
Finding Vi’s cock large and imposing, not quite standing as it curves downward under its own weight. With a pointed head into a softly flared sheath that’s long enough for both her hands to comfortably wrap around with space to spare.
Of course, she’s absurdly huge, rivaling her largest of toys. The sort reserved for when Caitlyn feels a craving that only the feel of her cunt being stuffed fulfills. Just suited to everything Caitlyn would never speak of craving. A firmness that would surely threaten to claim her throat, to split her cunt in half. All in an effort to take and satisfy the length and the way veins throb along the stretch of it, making it twitch with Vi’s need.
Caitlyn’s body is a traitor.
A useless vessel.
Which is her excuse for the way she finds herself pushing into the contact, the feel of Vi against her hip so near where Caitlyn clenches with want and drips with arousal along her thigh as she grinds against Vi, feeling her uninhibited.
This bond, this clash, this meeting of forces. Caitlyn knows she can claim Vi, knows it as her right and purpose. So she can certainly manage both, to bite her as befitting a vampire, to claim her as understood by a wolf. Whatever was needed to keep her, her body was eager to permit without any coherent thought on her end, all instinct fueling her in this heated exchange.
At least that’s the majority of her excuse for why she gives in to the not-so-subtle proposition. Her lips fall over the towering wolf, across her chest and fur, urging the stray tatters of her clothes out of the way fully as she kisses down her body. Needing to get her mouth on her, needing to taste where all that blood is rushing and practically illuminating her cock like a prize before her eyes as she sinks to her knees.
There’s a rough chuckle above as a clawed hand gathers her hair. But she can’t be bothered right now, not as she trails her lips down Vi’s thick happy trail, fangs teasing just at the edge, following the veins that she can see like golden rivulets of ambrosia flow lower and lower.
She admittedly finds herself a tad distracted, following a trail down towards her thigh where cords of blood flow intersect right beside her apex and Caitlyn’s fangs no longer tease along but sink in once more. Stifling that amusement as Vi lurches roughly but doesn’t deter her.
From the lycan’s neck to her bicep and now right by her core, Caitlyn can’t help herself as she gorges upon the perfection of Vi coating her entire being. Staining her mouth, cascading along her lips it's nothing short of pure bliss here. Vi practically bursts on her tongue like a perfect little dessert. Exploding with that delightful flavor of her scent combined with the proximity to her arousal that has Caitlyn’s eyes rolling with pleasure as she tastes Vi’s desire.
It’s why vampires were such seductive creatures, meals made infinitely better when they flowed with endorphins, and Caitlyn was hooked on the seemingly endless stream of Vi’s.
Suddenly, the hand in her hair does wrench her away, decidedly indelicate, making her fangs tear at Vi and leave loose blood ebbing from her. Which is…well more than a little upsetting as her eyes snap upward with no shortage of indignation.
Vi meets her, unbothered.
“If you’re gonna be down there sucking me dry, make sure you aren’t just teasing.”
The words are followed by the obscene tap of Vi’s cock to her lips. As if she were a fool that needed to be guided to it so as not to stray again.
Maddening, and growing worse by each passing second spent in the wolf’s company, yet she never wished for the feeling to fade. Indulging in it, the rare instance of someone making demands of her, of challenging her, instead of merely permitting her leave to do as she wished because of her status.
Her mouth parts even as her eyes narrow defiantly. Giving in, but only just so as her lips wrap around the tip, but she doesn’t quite do much else as Vi works more of her length into Caitlyn’s mouth.
“If you can’t handle this, if you decide you’ve had enough, you’ll tap my thigh. Otherwise, I’ll assume this is exactly what you wanted after dragging me all the way back here.”
She’s a tad preoccupied, still pouting over Vi making her spill, as well as deciding just how to get back at her for such offense to bother acknowledging the words.
But then Vi draws back while tugging at her scalp, forcing her focus as she stares with her grumpy demeanor.
“Am I clear?”
She huffs sharply through her nose but meets her gaze regardless, nodding mildly with the tip still caught between her lips
It’s ludicrous, some part of her knows that, but no part of her cares as she’s practically fed more of Vi’s cock once more. Caught between offense and pleasure as more works its way down her throat with Vi holding her steady.
At the moment, Caitlyn decides her best manner to communicate her stance of indignation is to let Vi work for her release all on her own. It felt just, Caitlyn thought in all her petulance, ignoring the slight giddy bubbling feeling in her chest at being handled so crassly.
Instead, she focused on the fact that it wasn’t her fault the wolf had such little patience. Leading them to this position as Vi worked herself in and out of her mouth.
If she wanted Caitlyn’s contribution as she would have gotten to, eventually, then she should have waited.
It’s a rebellion that clearly is not at all subtle as Vi inevitably catches on, pausing in her exploration of Caitlyn’s throat. Her head tilting in exasperation at Caitlyn's still pouty demeanor, or as much of it as she could manage.
“Oh, come on, princess, don’t hold back on me when your mouth was so greedy earlier.”
The tone is so obviously unimpressed.
It feels like victory, like just maybe she’s wrangling back some portion of control in this whirlwind they found themselves in. Working her way back to a semblance of control. Even if on her knees, there’s a power she’s long learned to wield no matter her position.
But then Vi gets a particularly wicked curve to her lips. As if adapting in real time, adjusting to what’s offered and piecing together how to extract exactly what she wants. Not permitting Caitlyn a moment to rally that authoritative state properly with the way Vi’s hand winds around her hair firmly as if she’d been given too much free rein and tightening the leash.
“Here, let me help you put that pretty mouth to some actual good use instead of just sneering at me.”
Oh.
Vi no longer holds her steady and instead begins to use her. Encouraging her to meet every one of her thrust now in a decisive rhythm. And she could do a number of things to fight it, to resist, to not permit such an audacious act. The ability to tap out plainly within reach as Vi no longer explores her openness but expects it, demands it.
Instead of flinching away, she finds her demeanor slacking. Shoulders easing, arms unfurling from where they’d practically crossed to instead grip at Vi’s powerful thighs. One of her hands not only landed upon thick corded muscle, but a sticky trail of trickling blood.
Ugh.
Utterly filthy.
Inexplicable.
Her body betrays her stubborn efforts to act like it's not also impossibly enticing, moaning into it. Throat ravenous as it squeezes the length that is pumped into her.
And Caitlyn can not drown.
Fact.
Her lungs do not expand with a need for air, merely for the enjoyment of it, the habit of blending in. Therefore the flood of Vi filling her mouth does nothing more than expose her capacity to be used as a slick hole, agape for Vi’s liking.
She can’t drown but her throat flexes around Vi regardless as she gurgles and spit unspools at the edge of her lips secured around Vi. Body craving the way she’s made to take it all as if that’s all she was meant for, the reason she was created the way she was. She can’t drown, and so Vi can use her at her leisure.
“Better, fuck that’s better, look at that pretty mouth go.”
Vi puffs out the words almost in awe. She shouldn’t feel so good about being made to behave as another saw fit. But she can’t deny the way they make a wave of pleasantness unfurl in her chest at the approval.
“You like this, like being handled, don't you? Just a princess who wants to be treated like the slut she is and fucked senseless. I should’ve known that’s why you kept looking at me.”
She’s so painfully wrong. Well, at least partially, in the senses that truly matter beyond relentless desire.
Because the lycan woman remains clueless about the fundamental aspects that make it so that Vi is digging into Caitlyn’s desires as if she’s reading her mind not because she is some sly detective, but due to the fact that their connection is simply exposing both of them. Making them call to these greedy desires with their own nature and instincts slipping wildly from their control and reaching out to respond.
Opposing forces of the world, like oil and water, decided by fate that they could strike the perfect balance of emulsion to become entirely new beings.
Something she could attempt to explain but she’s much too distracted with the need to gurgle a half-hearted rebuttal to Vi’s perception of her being like a dog in heat seeking out some random alpha to have a dalliance with.
An effort that surely would have been more effective if the tip of Vi’s cock wasn’t quite literally making its impression felt in her throat.
And from the way Vi’s hips work, tongue lulled out and panting, she suspects the message is not adequately conveyed in the necessary derisive intent.
No, if anything, that presence of her pheromones that had coaxed Caitlyn before had transformed from that of a pestering but swattable bee into something larger. Settling in her mind and whispering so sweetly for her to just submit to the alpha above. Urging an honesty from her as they forced her to give over her inhibitions in the wake of the alpha above her.
It perhaps was more than a tad effective in getting her to clutch at Vi all the more desperately as her cunt drooled and she worked herself down Vi’s length with her own eagerness.
“Haah—there you go, princess, just needed to have your throat properly fucked, huh? Ugggh—made to take it the way only a slut like you could.”
Her efforts earned her a broken set of moans above as Vi’s grip wavered before firming again. But as opposed to trying to command the pace, Vi's hand focused on simply being along for the journey as Caitlyn obsessed over the feel of every inch and every vein that twitched against her voracious tongue.
Growing comfortable with the heft and pressure as she swallowed down Vi with fervor. That ache in her gums soundly eased and was replaced by the much more pleasant sting of her jaw being left wide to accept Vi’s cock over and over.
“So good- swallowing my cock.” Vi’s breathing stuttered over the words. “I’m gonna cum, gonna fill your pretty little mouth,” a thrill worked through her at the promise, especially as Vi’s hips grew sporadic, accompanied by growls slipping through her teeth. “Do me a favor and make sure not to waste a drop.”
Offence flares in her chest at the last sentence, the order as if she were the wasteful one and the reason for the drying blood under her palm.
Her sound response is to force herself down to the base. Nose pressing flush to the thick bush where Vi smells the most potent and Caitlyn can hear the rush of blood roaring like a waterfall. She swallows around her heartily, practically craving the challenge to take all of Vi and everything she has to give.
On her knees she may be but Caitlyn was formidable in her own right, and she’d be damned before she allowed Vi to think otherwise, to think her incapable of satisfying.
Vi jerks as if there is any possible way to get deeper, huffing and puffing before she peeks with an honest howl. Releasing with a gushing wave that Caitlyn refuses to relent in the face of.
A sole woman against the torrent of Vi’s cum pouring down her throat with every twitch that she swallowed around without hesitation.
An obscene little cycle as she continued sucking her cock, refusing to shy away from the amount pouring forward at her continued behest, even as Vi’s hips slowed.
“Holy fuck, Caitlyn, you’re gonna drain me dry.”
Vi growled out, shifting away finally. Caitlyn licked her lips, mouth soaked in an obscene mixture of cum, spit, and blood dripping all over her chin. She clears her throat primly, all too smug in such a position as she meets Vi’s eyes with fire as words leave her in a gravelly purr.
“From what I recall, pup, you’re the one who offered. What happened to all that confidence?”
It’s actually more than a little insane to still speak so boldly with her hair wound in Vi’s grip, her mouth poised before her still hard cock.
Vi chuffed in offence at the nickname.
“Fuck you, princess.”
That has her shifting, tongue swiping eagerly against her fang just for the pleasure of the sting as her thighs press together and she still acts as if she’s not dripping with want.
“Oh, would you like the privilege to do so? I think you ought to beg for it, as rude as you’ve been.”
Vi’s eyes rolled so hard they were likely near falling out of her head as she shifted forward.
Her other hand reached out as she leaned down, gripping Caitlyn by the waist and lifting her as if she weighed nothing. Only to deposit her belly down upon her own bed like a plaything. Seizing her hips before firmly dragging her back to the edge of the bed. Her body bowed forward, ass prompted in the air, knees spread already in anticipation for Vi.
A filthy position, fit for nothing but allowing Vi to dominate and rut to her heart’s content while having Caitlyn take it all. Her bottom lip caught between her teeth to contain the half-mad grin that played at her lips as Vi wrangled her about.
Perhaps fate had been onto something when predestining her for someone with such relentless strength.
“I’m not begging you for shit, but feel free to lead by example. Since it’s on your mind and all.”
Her words were almost distracted as she shifted Caitlyn into a better angle while she reached for her cock, lining up to Caitlyn’s soaked entrance and pressing in with ease.
No preamble, no pretending as if Caitlyn weren’t already gushing along her thighs. Vi pushed in with full confidence as if Caitlyn's cunt was all hers, made to be taken whenever she deigned fit.
“Fuck,” Caitlyn pressed her temple into the bed at the overwhelming stretch. “You’re so rough, no finesse.”
The comment was surely meant to be judgmental but the effect was decidedly lost as Caitlyn’s cunt gripped at Vi in return, hips bucking back wildly as she spasmed and twitched eagerly, meeting her with equal force.
“I don’t think someone who got caught in an alley gives a shit about finesse, princess. So be a good little slut and take what I give you.”
The words, in tandem with the way Vi draws back, letting the tip rest against the edge of her entrance before once again burying within her with a clap of their skin meeting with the force of Vi’s thrust, is unfair.
Renders her sharp tongue useless as she moans and her hands scramble for purchase within the sanctity of her own abode.
Vi’s length had already been a task to get her mouth around, and now, taking her like this, she feels impossibly larger. Hitting deep and rearranging her insides to contort, conforming to be a perfect cocksleeve for her mate, as Vi’s grip promised to leave perfect indents upon her hips as she continued fucking into Caitlyn. Even the claws upon her pawed feet were leaving their mark as they audibly dug into the flooring with the way she pounded into Caitlyn with vigor.
“Nnhg—you’re so tight for me, feel so good with your cunt practically begging for my cock.”
The words sent a shiver down her spine. Ecstasy rushing through her uninhibited as she took inch after inch with a pace that left little room to think beyond the feeling of Vi pressing along her walls.
Cock curved perfectly as to brush along that sensitive spot inside that made noises of pleasure flow from her like the steady stream of a river.
“Look at how well you take me, princess. Bent over for me just like a good little omega would.”
A snarl of her own escapes, eyes flashing dangerously as she flicks her gaze over her shoulder. Too distracted to care about the way claws make a debut appearance along her fingers. Ripping through the bedding with ease as fury boils up inside in a strange dance with the pleasure Vi bestows upon her. An odd, infuriating mix.
“Hah ah—don’t- don’t you dare- compare-“
Her words are half choked out and ultimately incomplete as she cries out at a particular deep thrust as Vi grants her no reprieve to make her indignant rebuff known. The merciless thrust makes her more a trembling mess than a woman with the capacity to rip beings asunder.
Vi irrevocably picks up on her fumbling efforts.
“What’s wrong, princess? Don’t compare you exactly to what you smell like, to what you act like. A needy slutty omega. Don’t pretend you didn’t know what being claimed by an alpha meant, not when you knelt for me, not when you’re taking me like this.”
There was no reason nor necessity for the vulgar announcement. Not when Caitlyn was so thoroughly aware. Her core fluttering around Vi’s length, almost clenching like a vice to keep her inside as Vi’s hips worked with devastating efficiency. Leaving Caitlyn blissfully split as she struggled for any means of purchase against the feeling and the way Vi’s words bore down upon her like a wolf firmly having caught a wandering bunny between its teeth.
Because she had known, knew better than Vi even about the depths of this. Especially as she growls and whines in a pitch no vampire could manage naturally. But the point of the bond isn’t to break who they are, it merely demands that someway, somehow they will slot together. No matter rhyme or reason.
Of which reason is firmly sailing out the door as Vi hikes a leg up, paw pressing into the bed. Strokes devastating and long as she fucks her with abandon. Letting her feel everything, including the telltale way a bulb-like presence began to press along her folds. The addition knocks stars into her vision as it bumps against her clit before Vi adjusts just right.
“You want to leave your mark on an alpha, princess? Let me show you what it means to be bred like an omega.”
She grits out the words, their bodies crashing like thunder, the bed rattling dangerously as a result. Slamming dents into the wall the headboard rests against as Caitlyn continues clawing through her precious bed, desperate, greedy, starved for more as Vi presses the knot against her folds. Working her impossibly wider as she takes and takes and takes until, with a growl combined with just the right stroke of Vi’s hips and pull of her hands, Caitlyn cries out around the way it sinks into her cunt.
Body spasming around the feeling as she cums, only held together by Vi’s grip upon her as the following shallow thrust makes her feel as if she genuinely might suffocate around the height of bliss. Drool escapes her own panting mouth as she’s rendered a mass of pleasure, doubly so as Vi reaches her own peak with praise on her lips and chants of yes, yes, yes, telling plenty of how the bond is wrapping around both of them, ravaging their senses.
Warmth encompasses her back as Vi folds over her, granting her the feel of that scar upon her top lip as kisses up her nape. Heated contact making her shudder through the aftershocks.
“You get 20 minutes, then you’re mine all over again.”
Fuck.
And Vi holds true to that confident assurance.
Once her knot had deflated enough, Vi pulled out, allowing the slick combination of their orgasms to spill over. Turning Caitlyn over and only causing it to dribble down and lewdly gather underneath her and soaking down to the bed.
Sensitive, delirious, but still holding onto the frayed edges of her perpetual snark, Caitlyn tsks faintly.
“So messy.”
Vi chuckles, as if she’d said something funny and was not lamenting the continued ruin of the sanctity of her typically pristine space. Something she fears she’ll have to grow all too accustomed to now with the wolf.
“If you wanted me to clean you up, all you had to do was ask. Just make yourself useful and hold yourself open for me. I like room when I eat.”
Vi finishes her statement with a grin while pushing Caitlyn’s legs upward.
So crude.
She does it, of course, permitting herself to almost fold in half as she grasps under her own thighs.
Unable to resist the fresh wave of arousal at the words, a state only worsened as Vi sinks down between her legs and Caitlyn feels the first swipe gathering the combination of their fluid upon her tongue.
Oh.
That’s certainly going to be a problem for her sanity and for literally every manner of bedding in her possession in terms of dooming them to falling victim to being soaked through masses of cloth.
The additional fur sprouting over Vi’s body, the fangs, even the shape of her cock, that was all obvious about wolf and person blurring into one. But Caitlyn hadn’t anticipated her tongue to be another giveaway.
She certainly notes it now. Impossible warm and an unusual, though not unpleasant, roughness to its wet extensive length as she laps along Caitlyn’s entire slit without struggle.
Instinctively, she goes to reach for Vi’s head, to hold her there at her core. However, the second she releases, allowing her legs to move, Vi pulls back and bites her.
A strangled cry of offence escapes her as fangs sink into the soft expanse in reprimand. Followed by the force of Vi shoving her legs back into place.
“I said hold yourself open for me, learn to fucking listen, princess.”
And it causes a war to rage as the words ring with authority. Almost hypnotizing in the way her pheromones had tried to be earlier. But this power, the authority, is embedded in Vi’s words, turned thicker, heavy and undeniable. Which shouldn’t be possible, but they land and seize her. Rendering to a state where she’s nodding, resuming her own grip upon herself, nails biting into her own flesh as she obeys the command urgently.
Compulsion.
Oh, that simply wasn’t fair at all. How greedy of Vi to be hoarding in their bond like this. To have shaken off her efforts to do the same to the wolf, only to steal the ability for herself.
She’d like to throw a fit about the very audacity, but then Vi rumbles in approval. Unknowingly cutting through her intent to draw it to her attention with a sound that makes Caitlyn shiver with pleasure before Vi’s tongue dutifully returns to her cunt. Delivering long, thick, and pleasantly coarse laps along her as she tastes Caitlyn’s folds, lapping up their cum with a ferocity that makes her groan. Cleaning her up while simultaneously making more of a mess as she can feel the arousal leaking under her to the sheets, drenching them.
There’s no avoiding it as she feels Vi’s tongue everywhere. Parting her and traveling upwards. Winding around her clit like a vice and fucking her with that odd curl that ripples up and down the nub.
And she’s already cum, experienced an orgasm like no other. That clearly doesn't matter as it seems like Vi is happy to make her endure a new sense of pleasure as the illusion of cleaning gives way to fucking Caitlyn into oblivion again.
Strong arms scooping under her and raising her to Vi’s mouth as her breaths go ragged in the way it fans across Caitlyn's all too warm core.
Vi feasts upon her, thoroughly displaying what need she has for so much access as her tongue strokes along her as every measure of her necessitates unyielding focus.
Making Caitlyn writhe desperately as that tension builds within her, but she can’t manage to break her form.
Compulsion is a manner of focus, of intent. Followed to an expectant end, and Vi’s order had been fairly loose.
But the will behind it doesn’t bend. Because Vi is all too locked into her task. So Caitlyn is rendered useless at the mercy of her hold, both literally and beyond, as she cries out and moans from the attention.
Succumbing to the pleasures all over again as that ruinous tongue flicks and sucks and coils around her with deft expertise. Causing her head to fall back with a moan as she quakes and cums once more.
Her clit throbs with her release in a way Vi can undoubtedly feel as she groans with pleasure into Caitlyn's core. Hold and contact easing carefully as she dips down to properly taste the fruit of her labor with pleased hums of her own.
Caitlyn feels the way the hold slips and so she releases her legs. Hands instantly burying into Vi’s silly on-brand wolf cut hair and draws her deeper into her cunt. Hips bucking as she grinds upon Vi’s tongue greedily with her waning release. Returning the favor of earlier as she uses Vi’s face to wring the orgasm for all its worth with a surge of foreign strength that has Vi moaning desperately into her.
Once the last of it worked out of her system, only then does she relent. Permitting Vi to part with a kiss to her puffy folds. Face still impossibly smug, making her roll her eyes.
“I’m unsure what you’re grinning about. All you’ve done is leave me in more of a mess.”
“Jeez. No thank you, no appreciation. Such a princess.”
“You’re the one so prone to address me as such, I don’t know why you feel inclined to begrudge it now.”
Vi shakes her head, purple eyes practically gleaming in amusement.
“Not complaining, just uhh- what did you call it? Part of my stellar observational skills. Here, let me save you from your own mess.”
Another comment is already building in her throat when Vi quite literally moves her once again.
Manipulating her about until somehow Vi works her way underneath Caitlyn’s back. Firmly becoming a warm, partially furred barrier between Caitlyn and the wetness of the bed.
Well, she says somehow as if it wasn’t clear Vi was handling her any which way at this point, using her as she wished, and so no, it wasn’t a mystery how Vi had practically laid Caitlyn atop her like a blanket. Her own knees, raised as her paws planted in the bed, allowing her to keep Caitlyn spread wide as her hand reached down. Grasping herself to begin teasing her cock along Caitlyn’s cunt lewdly. A slick sound punctuated the space following every connection as she tapped along her folds with promise. The brief flicks landed across her engorged clit, making her grind and search for more contact until finally Vi lined up once more and firmly thrusted up into her, a hiss and groan slipping from them in tandem as they fully took one another once more.
“How are you so fucking tight? It’s like you’re begging me to breed you.”
The words were almost like a thought slipping free without her wherewithal as Vi worked them through the new position. Happily taking on the brunt of Caitlyn’s weight without question. The bed creaked as she set them into a steady rhythm with her huffing directly into Caitlyn’s ear. Letting every stray noise sink through her and straight down to her core as she continued gushing atop Vi’s cock.
Caitlyn’s arm reached up, hooking behind Vi’s neck like an anchor against the bouncing pace as she was fucked into with a relentless bounding of her hips causing Caitlyn to moan and nod. Already full of Vi but unable to feel like it was enough as her other hand reached blindly for Vi’s free hand, the one that had started this all with a slice in the palm. She feels both impossibly weak and stronger than she’s ever been as her teeth sink into her wrist hungrily.
Vi’s hips snap harsher at yet another bite.
Both their eyes flashing in unison as a surge of vicious delight flowed wildly between the bond.
“My perfect little slut, you wouldn’t even care, would you? So long as you got to sink your fangs in me, you’d let me breed your belly full, round you with my pups. My own vampire princess, a fucked out needy slut who wants my cock to keep her full. Marking you as all mine.”
Delirium, that’s what Caitlyn must’ve slipped into because no matter how ludicrous, the words sound utterly divine to her as she’s stretched upon Vi’s length. Taking her relentlessly, arousal drooling from where their cores meet, only adding further to the smell of sex and blood sitting heavily in the air and making her choke on the way their want feasted upon one another.
“Mhm—go ahead then, baby, keep clenching around me, show me how badly you want my cum.”
It’s the fastest climax yet, but it’s also the first time she’s drinking from Vi while taking her so. An unfair combination that twists up her insides with too much ecstasy, her own overlapping with Vi’s, coating her tongue brilliantly. And in this position, it’s infinitely easier to feel that knot inflate and awaiting her.
It’s also easier for her to sink upon it, a smoother bit of contact as if her cunt had grown familiar after only the first introduction. Welcoming an old friend and hungrily swallowing it on the second thrust of Vi coaxing it against her folds.
However, the ease of taking it doesn’t soothe away the intensity of the fullness, her body jerking wildly as a heavy wave of release squirts from her as Vi fills her all over again. Their combined movement finally causes her purposefully reinforced bed to give, collapsing to the floor in their flurry.
It doesn’t matter, it doesn't even register.
They’re much too lost in one another to spare it a thought as they’re lost to another ocean of pleasure with the way Vi returns the favor her teeth finding a spot that suddenly feels impossibly sensitive making her keen and draw her deeper into it, instinct driving her to push out this odd call, a beckoning of want without words until finally Vi bites her, shredding through the skin and leaving her mark of Caitlyn’s throat in return.
Once they’ve worked their way through a few more orgasms. Thoroughly having demolished the bed, tatters of fabric and the innards of her once cushy bed holding their bodies in a hazardous nest of fluff and cushioning as they curl in. Only then, as they face one another, does the bond fully cement itself.
It had been writhing, lashing at them like a wild beast. Inviting them into an unknown mayhem that drew out their nature, brought forth a raw desperation driven by sensuality and pleasure in the dead of night.
But with the soft tendrils of morning stretching in from the slight gaps of her curtains. Their foreheads rested against one another like puzzle pieces finally coming to rest to complete the picture.
There are no words spoken, simply the hold of purple on purple as their hands, gentler than the wind ruffling the trees, caress one another, and they close that last gap, sealing themselves together.
Not with a bite but with a kiss.
A connection that, while perhaps the most tame thing they’ve engaged in doing in hours, simultaneously exists as the most intimate with soft breath and gently brushing lips. All the debauchery in the space, even left on their tongues, resolutely mellowed to something impossibly sweet as they cradle one another close. Basking in the proximity as Vi drowsily melts fully back into her human form.
It’s ridiculous for this to be the moment of impact, the true realization making its home in the unbeating cavern of her chest to make clear this is her forever, their forever.
So perhaps it's time to share some of the burden.
Fate has already decided what will be and they’ve undoubtedly ventured to the point of no return with the pinpricks of Caitlyn’s fangs refusing to heal over on Vi’s throat, and Vi’s own claim upon her–proud and unrelenting.
“Violet,” The word escapes her, soft, delicate. Draped in care and an inevitable lifetime of love, laughter, and sincerity. As well as just a smidge of apology, as she can clearly see the way Vi’s suspended state within the partial shift has exhausted her. Still, there’s much to discuss, and unfortunately for both of them, there’s a council meeting today that will beckon their presence, leaving nowhere to hide what’s unfolded here. Meaning they must get themselves in order before they take on the outside world together. “What do you know of soulmates?”