A/N: Story is tagged non-traditional omegaverse for the various similarities to those established canons, but nontraditional because they have their own terms, lore, and differences that are not derived from omegaverse.

For simplicity's sake:
Femme= have vaginas, go into heat
Studs= have dicks, do NOT knot, do NOT rut

Above, I tagged 'alpha' vi and 'omega' Caitlyn merely to help the mind transition which is which based on generally understood lores. The terms do not exist within this story.

There are a myriad of other distinctions you will learn along the way, and my lore only "omegifies" females, not males. Enjoy, my darlings.

Chapter Management

The wooden door burst open, and behind it, an annoyed and angry femme stormed in.

"Vi!" An angry hiss followed, raising the heads of almost everybody in the bar to glance up at the furious intruder. Following her, but seeming more tentative than the fearless sheriff, two armed Piltover guards cautiously stepped in after her. "We need to talk."

The enraged sheriff didn't even pause to take in the curious eyes around her, gaze trained only on the relaxed redhead behind the bar.

Slouched in a chair behind the bar with her feet up on the table, Vi tilted her head as the hothead approached, her blue hair fluttering out behind her as if carried on a breeze. Raising her hand, Vi waved off Sevika as she stood from the barstool in front of her.

"Well, if it isn't the Cupcake Sheriff. What can I do for you today, sweet muffin?" Vi lazily drawled as Caitlyn reached the bar and slammed both fists down on it, striking the wood so hard, the glasses upon it trembled.

"In the back. Now."

Her tone icy, her eyes even colder, Vi made sure to hold that stony gaze directly. She smiled and lifted her legs from the bartop. Getting to her feet, she gestured to the back cubby of the bar where she, Clagger, Mylo, and Powder all used to share a comfortable bedroom together. After a few renovations, the basement had been expanded and adjusted to home Vi and her siblings these days. "After you."

Caitlyn signaled her guards to stay and Vi nodded to Sevika that she could do the same before following the angry sheriff. Securely shutting the door behind them, she turned around to see Caitlyn was already halfway down the stairs. Vi grinned and descended after her. When she reached the ground floor, she found Caitlyn scanning the entrance room as if suspicious someone had followed them. Vi playfully reached out a hand that had only just barely grazed her ass when Caitlyn spun on her and pushed her against the wall.

"You asking to be shot?" she snapped, those brilliant blues alight with rage.

"You mean that wasn't all just foreplay up there?" Vi joked. She was rewarded with a pistol muzzle that appeared so quickly under her neck, she hadn't even seen Caitlyn pull it.

"I should shoot you," Caitlyn snarled, her pretty face twisted in genuine rage. Vi wracked her brain for what she or her people could have done that had ticked off the usually-amiable sheriff like so, but she couldn't come up with anything heinous they'd done of late. "You and that cackling, smarmy little asshole who lives for nothing but to make my life difficult."

So it was something Powder had done, Vi reasoned, and then wondered what her sister had gotten up to that had ticked Caitlyn off this badly.

"How about we take a breath, kiss and and makeup, then start the night over?" Vi suggested, and was rewarded with the cocking of the hammer on Caitlyn's pistol as she shoved it further into Vi's neck. "Or we could talk about what's upset you instead," she corrected herself, lifting her hands in surrender.

"Your sister- " Caitlyn began, but was interrupted as a bullet slammed into the barrel of her pistol, slapping it out of her hand. The bullet ricocheted into the wood a few feet from Caitlyn's foot.

"Present!" Powder answered, dropping down from somewhere in the dark rafters to casually lean against the opposite wall. Before Caitlyn could turn on her, Vi wrapped two warm arms around the sheriff's waist and hugged her tightly, bringing their lips together for that kiss she'd been daydreaming of since the last time they were together.

She knew Caitlyn was genuinely angry, but it helped perpetuate the facade that Vi had carefully crafted over their various encounters. Besides, her warm body usually calmed Caitlyn. Perpetually heated and emitting a soft heat around her skin, Vi's unusual body temperature stemmed from her unique genetics that made her something more than human, the pieces that made her a stud.

That, and she really wanted to kiss the gorgeous, enraged sheriff.

A mere second after their lips touched, a second, third, fourth and fifth shot rang in quick succession, ringing a small halo around Caitlyn's head, each bullet mere millimeters from her skull and safely too high up to put Vi in any danger.

Caitlyn ripped herself from Vi's arms and rounded on Vi's little sister. "That ricochet could have struck me!"

"It could have," Powder admitted. "Sadly, it didn't."

Vi pushed off the wall and wrapped both arms around the sheriff before Caitlyn could lunge at Powder.

"Easy now," She soothed, hugging Caitlyn tightly to her body, the sheriff's arms locked in the warm embrace. "Powder's shots are very precise and her mind works like magic. She probably had the bullet's exact trajectory mapped out even before she shot."

"Actually, ricochets are very sporadic and it could have killed her if she had made the slightest adjustment," Powder supplied unhelpfully, smiling all the while. "But that's what she deserves for charging down here, trying to seduce you again."

"You maggot," Caitlyn growled, straining with all her great might against Vi's hold. Caitlyn was a rare breed, what old legends called a femme, descended from the same line that made Vi so warm bodied and gave her a cock. But unlike her, Caitlyn was purely feline. She was a lot stronger than most human women, but each femme's talents evolved a bit differently, and whereas Vi, a well-hung stud of the same elite race, had inheritted the greater strength of lions, Caitlyn had taken on the switftness of mountain cats with a calculating mind that rivaled Powder's.

She just wasn't showing very much of that feline grace at the moment.

"Let go of me, Vi!" She snarled, stomping her foot atop Vi's, causing a sharp spike of paint to jolt through Vi's foot, but Vi held on even as Caitlyn followed the stomp with a harsh elbow to her gut.

"What happened?" Vi questioned, hugging the lithe, cozy body of the sheriff tightly. She had to stand on her tippy toes to do so, but she glanced over Caitlyn's shoulder at her amused sister.

"What. Happened." Caitlyn snarled the words, finally resigning herself to Vi's unbreakable embrace. "Is that the gremlin you call a sister intercepted and destroyed an expensive personal import into the city and I've had to spend the last five hours convincing an enraged council that the Undercity isn't trying to start a war for our trade goods!"

Vi frowned. "A highway robbery of trade goods could have been any bandit. What makes you assume it was Powder?"

"SHE SIGNED IT," Caitlyn thundered, and Vi checked over Caitlyn's shoulder again to see Powder scratching something on her nail with the barrel of her cocked and loaded pistol, looking bored.

"I could have been set up," she suggested, and Caitlyn threw herself against Vi's arms so suddenly in a desperate grab for the younger girl, she almost broke Vi's hold. "Oh, settle down, Sour Grapes. It was only wine!"

"It was Salo's wine," Caitlyn roared. "His illegal import that no one outside the council knows about and she dumped it on the citadel during a sacred pilgrimage in front of thousands!"

Vi snorted back a chuckle and before she even knew when it had happened, Caitlyn had somehow wriggled free enough to spin in her grasp and slapped her. Still pressed close by her encircling arms, the slap came accompanied by the cold press of a second pistol barrel against her lower abdomen that, unlike humans, covered and protected her balls. She sobered at that.

"If you shoot those, I'm not going to be able to relieve your tension for weeks until they heal," Vi pointed out.

"If you shoot those, I'll shove a rocket up your vag," Powder added.

"Do you have any idea of the diplomatic nightmare that you've put me in?" Caitlyn asked, completely ignoring the threatening sister. "Salo wants someone hung and he- " she was cut off when Vi pressed their lips together and kissed her again, this time with all the pent-up affection she had for the sheriff since she had last seen her days ago. Vi's hot body warmed even more and she felt all the tension built up in Caitlyn's angry shoulders simply melt away. The femme removed the gun from her lower abdomen and wrapped her arm around Vi's back instead, leaning into the stud she greedily kissed.

It did things to Vi, feeling that instantaneous response.

"Eww," Powder complained loudly. "Vi, she's violating you."

Vi felt Caitlyn's fingers digging into her back as the tension returned just as quickly to the sheriff's frame. Vi didn't fight Caitlyn as she pulled away, her lover's jaw set in strict displeasure despite having warmly received Vi's intimacy.

"The council wants her locked away." Caitlyn told Vi, still ignoring the petulant sister behind her. "Salo wants her dead. I can't go back empty handed this time."

"We have a guy who can take the blame," Vi answered quickly. "A criminal."

"She's a criminal," Caitlyn answered hotly.

"So is Vi," Powder supplied unhelpfully. "But you don't seem to mind that when you're humping her, Sheriff."

Vi winced only because Caitlyn was tense enough to actually shoot Powder should her sister poke the sheriff the wrong way.

"And she signed it," Caitlyn reminded again. "With her freaky little pictures in the sky."

Vi glanced over Caitlyn's shoulder again to her sister with a questioning eyebrow and Powder shrugged.

"An artist must claim her work."

Grimacing, Vi lowered herself to flat feet again and asked, "Could you make the excuse that her fireworks were stolen fly again?"

"No one buys that," Caitlyn stressed. "And if I keep giving fallmen instead of results, they're going to replace me. I will not sacrifice my integrity for that ingrate you call a sister."

"But you will for my sister's coc- "

"We'll figure something out," Vi loudly overran her sister's words before the shooting could start again. "Powder, why don't you go out the back there, don't disturb any enforcers, and Caitlyn and I will figure out how to rectify this unfortunate mishap, hmm?" She gave Powder a meaningful look and Powder grumbled, but turned around to go.

"Yeah, 'talk' it out with the sheriff. Freaking Piltie enforcers and their stud-hungry boss, ravaging my sister…" her voice trailed off as she ducked into the tunnel Vander had made when they were younger in case an emergency exit was in order.

Vi refocused her attention on the narrow-eyed sheriff in front of her.

"Caitlyn-"

"Don't try to sweet talk your way out of this. She's a menace and we both know it."

Vi looked at her pleadingly. "All I said was your name."

Caitlyn drew in a breath. Her fingers in Vi's back shook, she was so angry.

"Vi, you know I don't mind shoving Undercity criminals away for Powder's crimes. We have a nice arrangement. You get to put away criminals Piltover would otherwise ignore and I get you keeping the Undercity under control with your donations to Hextech. It's not official, but we have a working relationship. It's the closest thing that we've had to peace in a century, but it only works if I can reliably pin Powder's crimes on other criminals. She can not go around signing her destruction, and above all, she can not go after council members. I'm on thin ice, Vi. If you can't get her under control, I'll have to take her in."

"I'll take care of it," Vi promised, scanning her femme's taut and stressed features. Lifting her hands to Caitlyn's shoulders, she gently gripped the sheriff and rubbed her fingers into the stiff muscles of her back. "She won't sign her pranks anymore, I promise." Vi hesitated a couple of seconds and then added. "Is there anything I can do about this latest stunt?"

"Do you have a fall guy who will reliably confess and never recant or appeal his conviction?" Caitlyn asked, and the way she said it, Vi could tell the good sheriff was being sarcastic.

"Actually…"

"You're kidding me," Caitlyn said, her voice incredulous. "He could never, ever breathe a word about it, not even years down the road. It would put me out of a job and probably land me in prison if he did."

Vi smiled. "Let me show you what I have in mind."

XXX

Striding into the council chambers, leading her bound captive by the shoulder, Caitlyn thrust the man forward into their midst, causing at least half of the council members to squeal and balk.

"I found the perp," she announced to the councilors, two enforcers flanking her, but not moving to join them in the midst of their ranks. "Because his crimes were so egregious and aimed at one of our own, I've brought him here first before taking him to the courts for sentencing."

Salo was the first to recover himself, somewhat, and he balked, gesturing dramatically. "This isn't that devious, blue-haired woman!"

"No," Caitlyn admitted, not bothering to correct his mistake about Powder's identity. "He's one of Silco's old followers, a revolutionist who's been trying to provoke war between Piltover and the Undercity for years. The fireworks we saw yesterday were of his own creation in an attempt to mimic the Undercity's leading family and push us where we're sore to stoke war between our nations. You can question him if you'd like."

"He has no jaw!" Salo said, stricken and gesturing to the gaping absence where a gold-plated, half-mechanical jaw used to exist.

"Yes or no questions," Caitlyn clarified. "The Undercity reached him first and they have their own mis-led sense of justice… but they're also the ones who turned him over to us this time. We've interrogated him already and he gave us a signed confession including details that we didn't release to the public. He's our man, but I thought you especially would like to see or question him, Councilor Salo, as the offended party."

Salo looked at the pitiable man on the ground, his face pale and sickly.

"I want nothing of the sort!" He declared. "Get this filth off our marble chambers, Sheriff, and put him away for the rest of his life! I never want to see this deformed creature again!"

"As you say, Councilor," Caitlyn said with a nod, and then both enforcers did move into the circle to take him by either shoulder. "I apologize for the disruption."

Hurrying, but careful not to show it, Caitlyn turned her back on the council and followed her enforcers out.

XXX

"How the bleeding fuck did you manage to pull that off?" Mylo asked incredulously. "She literally signed her tags in the sky!"

Vi grinned, the motion lazy, practiced, and easy as she poured her foster brother a stout beer from the tap. "Guess I have the magic touch."

"Or the magic cock," Mylo grumbled. "Shit, you'd think they don't have studs up there at all, the way she dances around for your dick. That's seriously impressive, Vi."

"Maybe they don't," Claggor suggested. Sitting on the stool next to Mylo, he licked his fingers clean of some grub juices that had clung to them after eating. Compared to the lanky man beside him, Claggor's girth took up the whole stool and part of the one beside him. Although some of the youthful chub of his early days had become muscle, he more accurately took after Benzo than his adoptive father. "Femmes and studs are extremely rare to begin with. Makes sense to me that Pilties don't produce them very often. They're too soft for it."

"Maybe," Mylo admitted. "Or maybe she's just a greedy little sheriff as corrupt as the rest of them. What kind of shit are you doing to her anyway, Vi? Gotta be something pretty fuckin' amazing to have her groveling this hard for you."

"Boys, boys," Vander's soothing voice came from behind them all as he stepped in behind his two adoptive sons. "Let's not insult the hand that helps us. Vi does a lot of negotiating to keep us safe and unaffected down here."

"Negotiating," Mylo scoffed.

Vander looked over them at his eldest, his gray eyes soft and kind as the corner of his mouth turned up in a smile. "I'm proud of you, Vi."

Vi's heart pulsed painfully, and not without some effort, she smiled back at him.

"Thanks, Dad."

XXX

Hours later, Caitlyn glanced up to the door of her bedroom as Piltovan Councilor Mel strode in.

"That was barbaric, the stunt you pulled in the chambers today."

Caitlyn returned her gaze to the papers she had spread out upon the bed.

"Did it work?" she asked absentmindedly, her thoughts elsewhere on everything that needed to be wrapped up.

Mel didn't answer for a long moment. Caitlyn took the time to sort through the proceedings that would take place tomorrow before they could imprison Finn, but before she could finesse everything, Mel appeared at her side. She put a hand on Caitlyn's shoulder, turning her face upwards, a rare thing for a six foot femme, and laid ravenous lips against her own.

Caitlyn blinked, taking a step back as Mel pushed her until she was flat against the back wall.

She closed her eyes, hands raising to the slender femme's hips as Mel made feverish and insistent love to her lips. Caitlyn's heart fluttered and her body warmed. She kissed back, her pulse picking up speed until Mel pulled back, her dark eyes hooded and wanton.

"You're acting like them," she hissed, her words quiet and dangerous. "The more you fraternize, the more I see it. The others will see it too, eventually."

"You don't seem to be complaining," Caitlyn pointed out and then gasped when she felt Mel's hand slide into her loose shorts. Two fingers slid inside her and Mel thumbed her sensitive clit right as it emerged. "Oh," she breathed, twitching under the sudden, but not unwelcome onslaught. "M-Mel," she stuttered as the other femme went straight for her weak spots. She gripped the councilor tighter as her legs quivered once.

"When did you start wearing shorts like this?" Mel demanded, and Caitlyn's head swam with the sudden wet flush between her legs.

"They're Vi's," she confessed, her eyelids fluttering as she struggled to maintain some kind of cognitive focus under Mel's quick and efficient administration. Mel rarely worked this quickly, but she knew all the ways to unwind Caitlyn, and that seemed to be the goal tonight.

"I thought so," Mel whispered, the words almost a snarl. "Is she here?"

When Caitlyn didn't answer quickly enough, Mel rubbed her clit in such a sensual way, it activated the small device on her ring that caused the slender finger beneath it to start vibrating.

Caitlyn choked, inadvertently bucking, and Mel forcibly pushed her back against the wall, long fingers still dancing within her.

"Is. She. Here?" She repeated.

"She's… coming…" Caitlyn said, closing her eyes as the femme continued to stroke her methodically, her long fingers finding her most sensitive points easily, which she teased with loving strokes. Mel bumped her long fingers against her inner walls again, triggering the vibrations of the digits inside her as well, and then some kind of heat function began, one that Caitlyn hadn't experienced with Mel before. It felt so similar to the natural heat of Vi's cock, she trembled. Her core turned molten and wept. "Mel-"

Mel silenced her with the hot press of her lips, igniting every point of contact between them. Without meaning to, Caitlyn bucked again after a particularly agonizing stroke and she felt Mel's lips twist into a smile upon her own.

Mel abandoned her mouth then, lips trailing up her cheek. Caitlyn wanted to kiss her again, but couldn't voice her protest, she was so breathless and startled and aroused, it was all so sudden and complete. Mel's hot breath hovered over her ear. She thumbed Caitlyn now, applying pressure to the most sensitive part of her body, pressure that vibrated, and Caitlyn gasped.

"You're Piltovan first," Mel whispered, the words reverberating through Caitlyn's entire body. "Mine first." Caitlyn shuddered. Her knees trembled and she wasn't all that sure she could hold herself up much longer. Instinctually fearing that, she gripped the corner of the windowsill behind her, the other hand lifting to clutch Mel's shoulder for support. "Make sure Vi remembers that."

Caitlyn choked as Mel's agonizing and wonderful administrations at her core redoubled, and then she felt that hot breath against the side of her neck. Mel parted her lips and laid her teeth against the soft skin of Caitlyn's neck. The sharp incisors of Mel's eyeteeth grazed her skin and Caitlyn's knees buckled as twin points pierced the skin on either side of her neck. At the same time, Mel pressured her clit with that devastating tremor and Caitlyn shrieked as the pleasure that had so quickly mounted within her body exploded all at once. She would have collapsed if Mel hadn't pressed against Caitlyn bodily to stop her fall.

Caitlyn gasped as it rolled through her like a cascading wave, almost too delirious to breathe. She allowed Mel to do with her as she wanted at that point because she couldn't stop the older femme even if she had the will to. She barely noticed when Mel slid her fingers free and was only vaguely aware of movement happening behind her eyes, Caitlyn whimpered, so incredibly wet, she could feel the sticky heat between her legs even in the height of pleasure. Her heart pounded upon an anvil and she couldn't hear anything beyond the hum of her orgasm.

Caitlyn felt one last movement as Mel's warm body left hers, and then it stopped altogether. She panted, her heart racing and her body incredibly raw. She felt like she could feel every gentle press of the air around her as her chest heaved, drawing in breath as if she'd been drowning.

When she finally managed to open her eyes again, Caitlyn saw the familiar ceiling over her bed and realized she was lying on the papers she had been trying to organize not so long ago. She was too satisfied to care.

"What was that about?" she asked, her breath short and spent. Her eyes roved the bed until she found Mel sitting on the foot of it, one long finger in her mouth as she cleaned free Caitlyn's lust from the digits.

"Hmm?" Mel asked, and Caitlyn couldn't tell if it was actually absentminded or faked. "I figured you needed some tender love and care after the day you've had, dear."

"That was tender?" Caitlyn balked, lifting a weak hand to the side of her neck where blood trickled out of the fresh wound where Mel had bitten her.

"Would you like me to demonstrate 'rough'?" Mel asked, her tone dancing with amusement and cheer.

"Yes," Caitlyn answered almost automatically and then stiffened as Mel glanced at her. "I mean no," she corrected quickly. "Vi's coming, that was just…"

"Amazing? Incredible? Better than risking your entire reputation to get a taste of some Undercity cock?" Mel asked. "I know it was, darling. I keep hoping one of these days I'll fuck the sense back into you."

"You're welcome to keep trying like that," Caitlyn answered, and though it wasn't what her best friend wanted to hear, the femme smiled at her anyway, even if it was a little tight.

"Will you be alright, my dear? I came to talk, but seeing as you have company, that will have to wait."

"Vi?" Caitlyn's eyes widened and she looked to the second window where a hunched figure sat perched like a gargoyle on the sill. In her delirium from Mel's sudden, vicious and welcome assault, she hadn't even noticed her favorite Undercity stud and wondered how long Vi had been there.

Vi took the question as an invitation to enter and hopped inside the room. "Cait," she answered, and Mel scowled at the stud's familiarity with her. "Mel," Vi nodded to her next, but looked at Caitlyn when she asked. "Should I come back another time?"

Caitlyn's heart fluttered again excitedly, the sensation rapidly spreading through her chest.

"No, no," Caitlyn objected, waving the question off. "Come in, Vi. Have you been there long?"

"A little bit," Vi answered, and Caitlyn felt her cheeks warm a little because Vi hadn't seen Mel do that to her before. "I figured you might need some relief after the day Powder caused you."

"I thought the same," Mel said, standing as Caitlyn patted the bed beside her for Vi to join. "Well, you two enjoy yourselves."

"You won't stay?" Vi asked, drawing Mel's eye. She scanned Vi for a moment, seeming to search for something, and then finally said.

"Not this time," Finally tearing her eyes away, she glanced towards Caitlyn. "Caitlyn, we'll talk soon," she promised, and then as if she hadn't just pleasured Caitlyn within an inch of her life in record time, she walked off, carrying with her a regal air that only Mel seemed able to hold.

Caitlyn turned her head, refocusing her attention as the bed depressed under Vi's heavy muscles. Before she could so much as look the stud in the eyes, Vi guided their lips together with a gentle hand on her cheek. Her body's natural warmth flooded over her and Caitlyn sighed, relaxing into the heated contact as the door to her bedroom shut soundly.

Vi lingered, her skilled lips caressing Caitlyn in such a tender fashion, anyone else would have never known she was capable of it. Caitlyn knew, though, and she relished it, gladly taking command of the kiss and Vi didn't fight her.

When they finally parted, Vi stared at her through those pretty gray eyes, her warm hand still caressing Caitlyn's cheek, the touch as soft as a feather carried on a breeze.

"I'm sorry about today," Vi apologized unexpectedly, her words as light as her touch. "Let me make it up to you?"

"I'd like that, Vi," Caitlyn said honestly, still a little breathless. "I've been waiting for you tonight." She confessed, and then saw Vi's eyes briefly flick over the sore spot on her neck. She actually flushed, at a loss of what to say about that, so instead she lifted a hand over Vi's on her cheek, catching those soft gray eyes that stilled her. Staring into those eyes, the pressures of the day seemed to melt away as her pulse slowly resumed a regular pace.

Vi held her gaze for a long moment, the stud's usual bravado when they were in the Undercity diminished in the private quarters of Caitlyn's home. Caitlyn didn't know if Vi became this gentle with all of her lovers or if she simply understood what Caitlyn wanted, but Caitlyn appreciated the conversion. She and Vi had shared rough sex before, certainly, that was how they had begun this little arrangement in the first place, but Vi always seemed to be able to tell what she was craving every time they shared a bed.

Vi raised a hand to the hem of her shirt, but paused on the lip of the boyshorts she wore, eyes dipping from Caitlyn's face to take in her clothing. A small smile tugged at the corner of the stud's lips. Caitlyn licked her own greedily, seeing a light come to her lover's eyes.

"You like it when I wear them," she observed, having picked up on the kink a couple of times previously.

Vi's eyes flashed back up to Caitlyn, her expression hungry, her pupils expanded.

"I do," she confessed, her voice quieter than usual. Her hot fingers dug into Caitlyn's hip, but the thumb on her cheek remained gentle. All around her, the heat of Vi's body warmed the air between them, the natural effect of her body creating a pleasant temperature for lovemaking.

Caitlyn glanced down, and with a start, she realized Vi was aroused already, her cock full and swollen, concealed but not hidden beneath the tight pants she wore. The mere promise that bulge held summoned a deep, yearning ache within her. How long had it been since she had taken Vi last? Was it two days? Three? It felt like an eternity ago.

"Cait," Vi said, and the way her name rolled off her tongue in Vi's husky voice had her salivating. It was ridiculous, this powerful effect Vi had on her body, but it was something Caitlyn relished.

"Vi," she answered, having missed the rest of what Vi had said. She shook herself lightly, raising her eyes up from Vi's crotch to find those gray eyes scanning her.

"You're tense," Vi said or repeated and it still took Caitlyn a few seconds longer than usual to register the words. "Do you have that lotion you like?"

"You're going to give me a massage?" she asked and Vi shrugged.

"I don't mind touching you," she answered with a playful smile, and though the words were light, Caitlyn warmed at the thoughtful sentiment behind them. Aside from Mel, none of her past lovers ever volunteered massage services. Caitlyn either had to ask them from Mel, where they usually came at a price for a favor, or pay for her own, and in both cases, neither of them felt as marvelous as when Vi kneaded those strong fingers into her tight muscles.

Caitlyn grabbed the stud by the shirt and dragged Vi close enough to kiss. She felt the stud's amused smile as she savored the spicy taste of Vi on her lips. Even more thrilling, as Vi moved in against her, Caitlyn felt the gentle scrape of her lover's giant cock through their layers and she had to suppress a goan as noticeable warmth oozed between her legs.

Caitlyn had little time to focus on how embarrassingly reactive she was to the slightest intimacy with Vi, though, because Vi's second hand dropped from her cheek to join the first at the hem of her camisole. Vi began lifting the garment, and gasping a little, Caitlyn parted from her long enough to raise her arms so Vi could remove it entirely. The papers scrunched under their knees as Caitlyn moved back in to resume kissing Vi.

This time, when Vi touched her, it was flesh to flesh. As Vi laid hands upon her bare back, Caitlyn bit the stud's lip, almost dizzy with her desire for more. Her breaths came ragged when she remembered to breathe, the action hardly automatic when she was busy doing other things with her lips. Vi's strong hands gripped her back and Caitlyn was satisfied to hear a gutteral rumble rise in her lover's chest.

She gripped Vi back tightly with one hand, the other lifting to tangle in the short, red flop of hair that suited her perfectly. Too enticed by Vi's glorious body, she forced herself to pull the stud's hair, effectively separating them as Vi's hungry jaw snapped shut with the tug away.

"I will get my cream," Caitlyn said, half breathless. "You stay here and… and gather up these papers," she panted, gesturing to the half-crinkled and crushed papers scattered beneath them and all over the bed.

"Sheriff," Vi affirmed with a mock salute, and by the Goddess, she was sexy even when she was being a shit.

Caitlyn tugged Vi's hair once more, not terribly hard, but enough to straighten the stud's posture with the abrupt tilt of her head.

"Don't let me find you in clothes by the time I get back," she ordered and Vi grinned.

"My lady," she replied, sending pleasant shivers down Caitlyn's spine. She was loath to leave, even for a moment, and she lingered an extra one, running her thumb over the name etched into Vi's cheek, but finally, she forced herself away.

The bathroom was connected to her room, so it wasn't far, but Caitlyn's senses protested every step away from her waiting beast in the bed. It was literally painful.

By the time she reached the bathroom, Caitlyn had the good sense to realize she needed this breather. Whether it was from Mel's earlier and sudden finger banging or because she was already dripping thanks to Vi, both her panties and boyshorts were soaked and Caitlyn pulled both off, grateful she'd had the chance to do this in private because it really was ridiculous how incredibly affected she felt already.

Caitlyn cupped a couple handfuls of warm water and splashed it between her legs in a vain attempt to appear more presentable. She patted the area dry with a towel, then caught sight of herself in the mirror. She cursed the bruising spot on her neck that Mel had bitten and wiped away a few more trickles of blood, hoping that her hair had hid it, but there was nothing to be done for it now. Vi would smell any makeup she used to cover the area and didn't like it anyway.

Sighing, Caitlyn ran a quick brush through her hair. She removed her bra, which felt much tighter than usual, and grabbed the scented lotion Vi had mentioned.

With one last glance in the mirror, once again grateful that femmes and studs didn't have to keep up with unattractive hair growth beneath the neck as humans did, Caitlyn exited the bathroom. Her eyes found Vi in an instant, drawn to the stud who lay casually sprawled on her side, one arm bracing her head, naked from the waist up, her giant cock still hidden, but straining against the confines of her jeans. The papers were gone off the bed, neatly stacked on the nightstand beside it.

Caitlyn could feel her body warming again without even being close to Vi and felt ridiculous for it. The Undercity stud hadn't even fully stripped. Partially annoyed with herself, the other part hungry, she stalked to the bed, her steps long, feminine, and deliberate in the way Mel had coached her shortly after her very first attendance at the council as Sheriff. She felt Vi's eyes upon her and reveled in it as the cocky stud shifted at her approach.

Good, Caitlyn thought. She shouldn't be the only one this incredibly aroused. Besides, Vi… Vi wasn't Mel.

"I thought I told you to strip," she said, pleased when her voice came out unbroken and seemingly unaffected as she approached the bed.

Vi adjusted a second time, which satisfied Caitlyn to no end, and to her absolute delight, the strong stud fumbled. "I…" she started to say and trailed off as Caitlyn smoothly slid into the bed opposite her. "Wow," she ended lamely, her breath hitching on the word.

It was a side of Vi that Caitlyn rarely saw outside of their bedroom. In her world, the leader of Zuan who had established a pact between their two nations, Vi was confident, proud, and undaunted. She fearlessly sicced herself into combat that far outweighed the odds and emerged the proud and fearless victor of the brawl. But here, alone but for Caitlyn laid bare in private, Vi was hers. And she squirmed.

Caitlyn held the enchanted notion that, even with her multitude of other lovers, she was one of very, very few that made Vi fumble.

Caitlyn lay across from her now, also on her side, and she extended a hand to Vi's chin to click her lover's jaw shut.

"This relationship won't work if you can't listen," she chided, feeling much more comfortable as the stud opposite her swallowed, tried to say something, and then swallowed again. At least she wasn't the only one this ridiculously aroused, Caitlyn mused. At least she could still talk. She smiled and Vi's eyes, already half swallowed by the pupil, glossed over. "I expect better next time. Understood?"

Vi licked her lips as if to say something, but then only nodded. Caitlyn's smile grew and she scanned Vi's taut, muscular body with her eyes, drinking in the sight of the strong, handsome stud. Those arms, so thick with muscle they bulged, the perfect sculpt of her shoulders and abdomen, the perfect angles of her face… The stud that quaked for her. She tried not to let her eyes linger, wary that she was already starting to ooze between the legs again, and then lifted her second hand towards Vi, the one that held the cream.

"You're beautiful," Vi murmured. It was a compliment Caitlyn had heard a dozen times over before, but coming from Vi in a tone obviously so affected, her stud's eyes glossy with adoration… coming from Vi, it felt special. The stud didn't need to butter her up, they were going to spend this night and many more together anyway. The words feel real when Vi said them.

"So are you," Caitlyn easily returned because it was truer beyond measure. Of everyone Caitlyn had or was currently sleeping with, Vi stood out. She wasn't the most refined beauty Caitlyn had ever taken to bed- Mel easily took that title- nor the most curvaceous or feminine or a half a dozen other things, but she was the most handsome, rugged, and if she was being honest, her most favorite lover of all that she'd had.

Vi reached out for the cream and put a hand over the jar, but before she could pull it away, Caitlyn leaned in once more and caught the surprised stud's lips in a tender, caressing embrace. Though not as uncontrollably passion-fueled as their last, the sensual touch had her aching. Her heart fluttered and her body throbbed. When she finally pulled back, she caught the barest hint of a whimper from her lover. Vi looked dazed.

"Take those off," Caitlyn ordered, gesturing to her pants as she rolled away from Vi onto her stomach. "And give me that massage you promised."