As she saw Sheriff open her mouth, she knew – Caitlyn was just in the grip of her hands. Her strength was enough to make this person swallow the air, and she needed to know that someone can react to her like that.
While slowly moving her head near Sheriff's neck, she listened to her prey's sounds. It was so beautiful to hear as the exemplary police officer was on the edge of either struggle or pleasure. The words she heard almost made her stop.
"How does it feel to lay your dirty hands on someone with police badge?" The proud tone of brunette made Vi realize - it wasn't exactly hatred that Vi felt, but rather a strong feeling of being cast aside by everyone and everything that mattered to her. In all her twisted life, she was surrounded by enemies. Two-faced beasts feeding on her emotions.
She never thought of herself as a dirty person. She was helping the police, she was never a villain. Everyone was just using her to avoid dirtying their own hands.
She still remembered the first time she arrived in Piltover. She met an outstanding woman, the so-called Sheriff of this City of Progress. At that time, Vi was broken down by her past, chased by thoughts of being used yet again. Their meeting left her confused, as her broken self was driven to madness.
She was crying, yet no one could notice her tears on that rainy night. All her comrades left her, threw her out as if she was some kind of trash. Instead of being a hero, she was an outcast. Rescuing poor mine workers from a miserable death, following them all way to the Piltover. There was no way to come back to Zaun as she betrayed her crew – or rather, she was betrayed.
On that rainy night, the person to find her was Caitlyn. At first, she wanted to help poor Vi, but she left a bad impression by treating her as a homeless beggar. This was something to make the pink haired woman hurt. They had an argument,one that Caitlyn would never remember.
Vi laughed off the proposition made by the Sheriff. She wanted to change things with her own hands, to get a grip of her own destiny, of her own so called 'peace'.
This always bugged the brawler, as she was seeing Caitlyn from afar. She was helping, she wanted to make things easier for them all. Maybe only for both of them. The hate she felt wasn't exactly hate. Her thoughts were complicated.
Maybe she just wanted to feel needed, but she never was. She wanted to have something, she would never get. This has driven her mad.
"The top dogs taste the best." She laughed, slightly amused. Caitlyn smelled as great as she looked, making Vi close her eyes to lose herself in her own thoughts.
"Taste...?" She was waiting for this question while longing to touch the skin of moving perfection. Her tongue carefully moved on her lips to wet them before making an impact.
She exposed her canines and with all the desire that grew inside, she bit Caitlyn's neck. Vi was waiting for a cry, a sign of begging to stop. Like an aroused hound, she had bitten her yet again, repeating this as if she was hungry for her flesh, forgetting all her humanity for the moment.
Destroying this perfect woman was almost more satisfying than actually banging her. Vi, with her own canines, ripped the pure skin soiled with blood. The yelps weren't enough to make her stop. She lost herself in this pleasure.
"NO!" The cry finally reached her ears as she realized what she has done. Part of Sheriff's neck and half of her shoulder were covered in the blood. Wasted as if Vi did this with a knife, not her teeth.
The pain in the crotch made her realize - she was kicked. But, lost in her own amusement, she almost didn't feel the pain. What did you feel then, little puppy?
Restraining herself from harming her favorite nemesis, she put her tongue out. Gently caressing her wounds, licking off the red liquid. She was cleaning her own, dirty, Sheriff. Apologizing.
The reaction was great, and Vi could feel Caitlyn's body responding to the final pleasure. Now, both of them felt it, the desire to spice the things up. Pinkette wanted more of this angelic body, and she desired to see the seraphim falling into her Hell.
"Poor Sheriff of Piltover, taken down with one hand." She said with a smirk on her mouth, as she moved closer to Caitlyn's ear. Purring into it, teasing her weak opponent. She noticed it, brunette was weak to Vi's voice. "About to moan because of a woman."
She never looked at men the same way she looked at women, and now she wasn't pushed away. The curiosity might have killed the cat, but the satisfaction bought it back. Caitlyn was all hers. The person she would never get was opening herself to the pleasure.
"Is it your fetish?" She wanted a response. She wanted to tease her prey and to see the reactions. "Maybe it is something you hide, cop-girl? Your lesbian side?"
Still no word from this beautiful mouth was spoken. She should be able to find a thing to finally move Sheriff. There had to be a sentence to make her react...and she found it.
"Or maybe you want to fuck with every baddie in the town? Oh, what a slut are you!" This changed everything in a blink of Vi's eyes. Caitlyn froze, and brawler had to restrain herself from laughing. So that's it...
Pinkette noticed that her prey was trying to move her hands. So you have something on me, huh?
To prevent anything from happening, Vi gently caught Sheriff's helix into her mouth, guessing another weak spot. She finally heard it, the loud moan. The thing she needed. For this moment nothing mattered more than hearing Caitlyn screaming for more.
"You came here not to catch me, pretty girl." She continued the torture, with a growling voice. Vi backed a little to see the front of Sheriff's face.
You can endure lot of things, good girl. As if she was looking at the well trained dog, the brawler put into her smile all the warm emotions. She stared deep into brunette's eyes, waiting for more to come. Her head moved closer, about to decide – to tease this woman or to stop.
"You came there all alone, to become my..." These words were meant to finish their play. Vi was about to stop, and put these things to an end. She knew Caitlyn wasn't meant to be hers. She was a villain there and that should not change.
Vi didn't realize that brunette's arms could move so freely, as she was almost not moving at all. Confused, deeply baffled by what happened, Vi, at first, couldn't react. Their lips locked in agreedy kiss. Caitlyn's tongue almost dominated the insides of brawler's mouth, yet, as Vi realized what was happening, she instantly put Sheriff back to her place.
Pinkette's let go of brunette for a second to release palms from the gauntlets, as she had to feel Caitlyn's skin. Her fingers moved under the dress, caressing thighs, grabbing hips, pulling Sheriff closer. Her skin was so hot on this cold day.
For a moment she broke the kiss to look again into her prey's eyes. The smirk appeared on her face.
Perfection.
"FINALLY SOME ACTION! I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS WAY TOO LONG!111!2
Sincerely, Everyfuckinone"
- Dusk
(I HAD TO ADD IT, AS HE EDITED THIS PART AND WROTE THIS)
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