She could have feel it, the pressure on her chest was not that forceful anymore. She was almost able to move freely. She could have tried to hug the wall, get away from the assailant's gauntlet, and run - but instead she waited.
Wanting to feel this exciting sensation once again, her heart was filled with the need of feeling so defenseless once more. She was looking into her enemy's eyes. Oh, what a sweet tint of blue. The morning sky was nothing compared to criminal's iris color.
"Heh, Piltover's finest." It was a taunt said out loud to make Caitlyn react, and as much as she did not want to say anything, her pride would not approve not getting back on criminal for this.
She opened her mouth to let out a meaningful response. Her title of Sheriff would have never been wiped away so easily, as in this moment. Before she was even able to let out any sound, she had to restrain herself from gasping.
Her great sense has never failed her to predict unwanted movements, yet the thing that happened was different from what she was thinking about. Her mind wouldn't allow to be such a weak person. She was the strongest figure in all Piltover.
This hot sensation around Caitlyn's neck made her go crazy. She almost rolled her eyes, when assailant's breath harmlessly caressed her skin. How she could feel such a pleasure, when it was a criminal who played with her. She was such an adrenaline dependent person.
Anything. Anything was good enough to say it this moment, to break free from this pleasure. She was there to hunt, to get reward – but not this kind of thing.
"How does it feel to lay your dirty hands on someone with police badge?" Just as Sheriff thought of a good comeback, she spat it out, while trying to stabilize her breath. The only thing she couldn't throw away was her pride.
"The top dogs taste the best." Pink haired woman laughed quietly into her neck. Brunette had to think straight. The only thing that passed her thought was...
"Taste?" Saying it out loud was a mistake, she got her answer. Brawler dipped her canines into brunette's skin. The pain made Caitlyn yelp, like a little puppy, bitten to the bone by a stronger dog.
It was serious now. It wasn't the fun part. The feeling of being hurt wasn't connected to gaining pleasure at all.
Her muscles tensed up as she tried to get away from her predator's jaw. But it was almost as hopeless as trying to get away from a choke-hold of a pro-brawler. This was not right, how could she has been so powerless versus such a low-life.
Her will to survive was strong, almost too strong to be broken by just an action like this one. She started panting, moving furiously. It was not the first time she was about to get down, but with all her might she has always fought her demons.
To cleanse her mind – the only option to find a way to get out. Her complicated thoughts wouldn't be stopped, but Vi kept on pressuring her harder with the gauntlet. The assailant wanted to show her dominance, how full of power she was. This should not be enough to break Caitlyn.
Vi let go of her neck, just for a second, before biting her once again. This time lower, on her shoulder, and Caitlyn just didn't know. She wasn't sure if the wet feeling on her skin was the assailant's saliva or her own blood.
This should not be the end. She knew there must be a way to get out. To claim the victory. Before she even tried to think of the last prayer, she gasped. Was it a pleasure, or was it a pain – she didn't know anymore. Brawler's teeth were clenched once again, on Sheriff's delicate skin. She, for sure, already had a bite marks all over her.
No... I have not given up yet. Caitlyn breathed in.
No. This should have not happened in the first place. She tried to stabilize her breath.
No, I am not that weak. This won't break her.
"No!" Her voice finally reached Vi's ears, as she moved her knee and kicked enemy in her crotch. One, two, three. The count of three times should have been enough, – for a male aggressor – but a powerful woman like this pink haired punk was not moved by it at all. She just stopped biting, and her actions changed.
For a second Caitlyn thought that she saved herself. That brawler will show a mercy.
The tongue of a pink haired punk slid from Caitlyn's shoulder, slowly upwards, to her neck. She was sipping the blood from her prey's skin, from Sheriff's skin. As the bites were too forceful – Vi's tongue, was just enough. It was just enough to make brunette hold her breath, as her eyelids close, her teeth clenched. It was a pleasure. The simple movement of brawler's tongue made Caitlyn, for a moment, regret kicking the assailant.
"Poor Sheriff of Piltover, taken down with one hand." Vi purred into Sheriff's ear, making woman shiver.
The earlier thoughts should have been enough to make brunette come back to her senses. Her will to run, or to overpower the enemy, should have been stronger. The person she should have shot between eyes, was standing still right in front of her. There was something not right.
The actions of this violent woman should not let her be in this state. The warm feeling inside her stomach should not exist at all. She would reply, get a hold of herself, but pinkette continued. "About to moan, because of a woman."
Yes, Vi was a woman – Caitlyn was aware of this fact, but maybe because she was a woman Caitlyn just could not resist. She hardly swallowed her saliva.
"Is it your fetish?" The husky voice of predator was just enough to send Piltover's angel into the last ring of the hell. "Maybe it is something you hide, Cop-girl? Your lesbian side?"
She was – or she wasn't. Caitlyn had yet to discover her own desires, but was this little criminal a person to discover it? She never opened up to anyone, not to her friends either.
"Or maybe you want to fuck with every baddie in the town? Oh, what a slut are you!" It for sure excited Vi. She was toying with the most powerful person in the whole city – powerful, yet so defenseless in the grip of a single gauntlet.
Slut. Sheriff froze. This one sentence made Caitlyn come back to her mind. She realized what was happening to her.
The willpower to take down the brawler appeared once again, as she slowly moved her hands. Reached for handcuffs, by just a fingertips. If she could only put them on the forearm of the assailant – she would win. Her new quest was about to start.
Fingers reached the cuffs, her arm bend. Time too catch the criminal has come, but she moaned.
Caitlyn's loud moan echoed in the building, as Vi nibbled her helix. Her lips were so soft, it hit right away the spot, and the only thing that was louder than her voice, was the sound of the metal hitting the ground.
Her lost chance.
"You came here not to catch me, pretty girl." Vi growled into her ear, her face moved yet again so close to Caitlyn's. She looked deep into her eyes.
It was too intense for Sheriff. She wanted to keep her pride, and if not – to die. To lay dead on the ground in the puddle of the blood, her own blood. All that happened in her life, from all that happened – she has never been put into such a humiliating situation.
And she has never thought, she would enjoy it.
Criminal's lips were too close, blue eyes were looking deep into her soul. For a split of second she wanted it. Torn inside, she yearned to touch them, to feel the pressure against her lips.
The husky voice of a brawler, so close to her face. She breathed in the addicting air coming out of her mouth. The kiss was so close, yet so far to reach.
The worst decision of them all, to move her head or to stay still. To wait or to show the last hope for herself. This could have been the final step, to destroy her pride. The flawless Sheriff was in a grip of dirty criminal, and she was about to give herself to this scumbag.
And Vi spoke into her lips, making Caitlyn lose her mind.
"You came there all alone, to become my..."