Vi's eyes fluttered back in her head, biting her lower lip to stifle a moan. Her hand twitched, clenched a lock of long, blue hair. Vi kinda missed the braids, but had to admit that she looked way hotter without them. Sometimes it was easy to forget that Jinx wasn't a kid, and having her hair down helped with that.

A hot, slick tongue swirled around her glans, sweeping along the sensitive underside of her tip, making Vi growl and lurch, her hips spiking up on their own, cock almost painfully erect. Jinx's violet eyes glittered with lust and she opened wide, letting hot breath out across Vi's sensitive length, then slowly slid down, her tongue sliding along, guiding her cock into hot, wet heaven. Vi couldn't help but moan this time.

Jinx was one of those people that just had a longer tongue than others. It looked a little like a snakes' when she stuck it out, but it felt incredible on her cock. Jinx was bobbing a little now, sinking her tip into her mouth and inch after inch of shaft, sinking a little deeper with every bob, her throat flexing around her as it stretched just a little around Vi's thick length. Her tongue did its best, flicking and rubbing against the underside of her length, but now it was a game of how much could Jinx fit~.

She was struggling a little towards the base, her pace having slowed and her cheeks reddening a little, throat visibly full. She pulled back, releasing Vi with a wet pop, her breath heaving as she wiped her mouth of the collected drool and pre-cum~.

"No use," she said with a dramatic sigh. "You'll have to help~."

Vi would normally banter back, but with that kind of attention she really wanted, needed to cum. She reached over, grabbed Jinx's head with two hands, and yanked her back down, carefully feeding her tip between her teeth and down her throat before leveraging her hips in a powerful thrust down her throat, balls clapping against Jinx's face. The little hellion's eyes bulged, a choking sound escaping before her eyes rolled back in her head, bliss fluttering her eyes.

"Slut," Vi grunted, her hips already in motion, pounding her face greedily. Her tip felt the softness of her lips, the wet length of her tongue, the slight ribbing of her throat all in a rush, over and over again. It was overwhelming. Vi's eyes rolled back in her head as the bliss throbbed in her brain, a heat rushing up the length of her cock, filling her and threatening to burst. She held on as long as she could, wanting to feel more, hear more of those lewd gags, but the beast would not be contained. She tightened her grip and plunged balls-deep into that throat, releasing her just as she started cumming.

Jinx slid off her length in surprise, catching the first rope in her mouth and swallowing it by reflex. The next painted her face, forcing her to close an eye, and the next few covered her pale chest, spattering her small breasts. Vi's length twitched and drooled as it finished, a small dollop of leftover cum forming a drop. Jinx collected herself, rising back up slowly and kissing her tip, grabbing her length with one hand as she cleaned it off, slurping whatever she'd missed the first time out with relish.

Vi felt like her soul had just exited her body. She flopped down on the bed as Jinx stood and wiped her mouth.

"You want a pop?" She asked, a smug look on her face. Vi covered her face with her hand, running her fingers through her hair, and nodded.

"Sure… yeah." Jinx flicked her hair as she turned around, moving out into the kitchen. Vi faintly heard some rummaging around before Jinx returned, two sodas in hand and wearing one of Vi's Piltover PD hoodies. Jinx handed her the coke and cozied up next to her, knowing Vi needed a bit to get recharged.

"Why are you wearing my hoodie?" Vi asked, a little suspiciously. She twisted the cap off with her teeth and took a sip of the fizzy drink.

"I'm cold. Besides, girlfriends do that, fat hands."

"And you're my girlfriend?" Vi asked wryly, propping herself up on the headrest and reaching an arm around her unlikely companion.

"Aren't I?" Jinx asked, her voice sweet, innocent, danger lurking behind that cute facade. Vi knew the tone well.

"Nope. That's one thing, and this-" she swept a hand around, as if to indicate them- "Is another."

"Is that other thing also called being your girlfriend? I live in your house, drink your drinks, and we fuck constantly. Plus, you're in love with me."

"Am not," Vi immediately shot back, getting a little red in the face. Jinx smirked, a hand moving to rub up and down her inner thigh, watching Vi's thick, powerful cock rise up again~.

"Sure you are~. Look at you, fat hands~. That big, fat dick is hard as a rock and I've barely touched it. You loooovee me." She made a kissy face, teasing her. Vi grabbed a handful of blue hair and pulled her in for a powerful kiss, her tongue wrestling Jinx's into submission, crushing her lips to hers until the smaller girl relented, blissfully submitting.

"Am not," Vi muttered as she broke the kiss, rolling over and on top of Jinx. The little hellion's pale cheeks burned red from the deep kiss, her pink eyes locking with Vi's, making her start with surprise.

"What?" Jinx asked, after Vi didn't move for a second. The pink haired girl shook her head, leaning down and kissing Jinx's neck, hard, leaving a bright red mark that slowly faded into a purple hickey, making her squeak in pleasure.

"Nothing," Vi growled, heaping more of the same up her neck, along her jawline, nibbling on her earlobe as her hips lined themselves up, finding Jinx's tight, dripping slit. She didn't bother taking off the hoodie; she didn't need to, as jinx was naked below the waist anyways. Her tip slid up and down those folds, her hips trying to push into her and slipping away. Vi reached down, held herself in position, and pushed powerfully in.

Ecstasy replaced doubt, at least for a little while, but Vi laid awake long after Jinx passed out happily, her slit oozing with Vi's latest offerings, wondering about things. It was stupid to think of Jinx as her girlfriend… but, then again, it was stupid not to, given the current circumstances. She eventually groaned, stuffed her head under a pillow and banished her thoughts from her mind.

The next morning dawned earlier than Vi wanted. She winced as she came back to conciousness, sunlight stabbing her brain. She turned over, finding Jinx's sleeping form on the bed next to her. She was… oddly peaceful, when asleep, but Vi had been seeing more of that side of her. She was used to crazy, and the way Jinx looked when she was horny was pretty close to that, but… she'd never thought of Jinx being soft before. Vi reached out, playing bright blue hair over a hand, and caught herself smiling.

She felt too lazy to get out of bed just yet, so she lazily wrapped her arms around Jinx, pulling her close and burying her head in her hair. Somehow that scent erased her worries, purged her doubts. She fell into a light doze.

She woke when she felt cold, and realized Jinx was gone. She heard the muffled sounds of her stereo pumping out some kind of hip hop overlaying the clanking of pots and pans. She groaned as she rose, stretching and scratching her ass before shrugging on a t-shirt and panties to go out into the front room.

The music was a lot louder once her door opened, and Vi winced at the sound. Not her thing; never had been, but she paused in the doorway to watch Jinx. She hummed and moved to the music, her hips swaying to the beat as she scrambled some eggs. Vi gave a little grunt, mostly to herself, and crossed into the main room, turning down the knob. "The neighbors will complain."

"They can suck a fat one," Jinx replied lightly. "Or they could if it wasn't MY job~."

"Don't remind me. I think I lost a few pounds to your slutty throat." Vi flopped down on the couch, kicking her feet up on her coffee table and turning on the tv, flipping through the morning news, scanning for anything interesting.

"Cum's measured in quarts, dingus." Vi rolled her eyes, looking around the front room.

"Hey, did you get the paper?"

"And set foot outside with the second most recognizable face in Piltover? Fat chance, fat hands." Vi sighed, hefting herself to her feet and opening the door. She bent down to pick up the paper; something caught her eye as she straightened up. A symbol had been graffiti'd on the wall of the central hallway in her building- that was unusual, as she lived in a nice neighborhood.

She figured it was some punk kid, studying the symbol. Her blood ran cold as distant, faint memory surged forwards- it was a marker, the symbols criminals in Zaun used to communicate with each other. This one was more obscure, not covered in the few police courses she bothered to attend.

"Snitch," she muttered, leaning out the doorway to glance both directions down the hall. It wasn't like her reputation wasn't known, by now; ex-Zaunite turned to the side of the angels. But, still, what were the odds that some Zaun punk had come all this way and broken into her building just to tag the wall? Slim. Very slim.

She shut the door and locked it, even threw the deadbolt. She slowly turned around, her face a mask as she processed the information.

She didn't like it.

Not one bit.

"I find your actions unnecessary."

The boy glanced at his companion and sighed.

"Did you really have to come along?" He complained, adjusting his necktie. He hated wearing it, but the best way to go undercover in Piltover was to look like a Piltie, and that meant dressing up- at least, it did today. Their employer insisted.

His companion made do with a trench coat and a hat, making him look like a detective from a comic book, but there was little else that could be done to disguise the mostly mechanical form.

"I go where I am ordered for the sake of the Revolution," the muffled, mechanical voice admonished, accent thick. "Have you given any more thought to your own augmentation? I could make far more efficient use of your time technology."

"Sorry. I'm all natural," he answered, blowing him off as he always did. He glanced back at the building, nudging his companion around a corner as a pink-haired girl burst out of the building, looking around. He kept walking. "It's not about what's necessary, Vik. It's about sending a message. There are rules where I come from."

"I find that hard to believe."

"Man, how can an emotionless robot be so snarky?"

The pair continued along, strolling leisurely as a police car cruised right by, looking straight through the two wanted felons.

"What's she need Jinx for, anyways?" He continued, giving the mechanical man a sharp glance. He seemed to mull over his answer, his third arm emerging from the coat to scratch his chin before darting back inside.

"For her own evolution."

Vi stepped into the station, sipping from a cup of coffee. She was thirty minutes late, but that wasn't exactly unusual for the Enforcer. She enjoyed a… loose interpretation of the rules. She smiled at the cute desk sergeant, walking into Cait's office without knocking. "Yo."

Caitlyn's board had the current case on it; the pictures of Lonny Fargo. Mugshot, crime scene, autopsy. Vi's specialty was more the punching people kind, but she still looked over the carefully arranged scenes before glancing at the desk.

Caitlyn looked up, sharp blue eyes piercing her very soul as usual. She had a thick file on the desk with a single letter as the title: C.

"Not this again," she said, a resigned tone to her voice. Caitlyn nodded.

"This again." Vi plopped herself down in a chair after leaving her gauntlets in their docks by the door.

"Don't know what we can go over that hasn't been done to death already, Cait. Guy's a ghost unless some new info shows up."

Caitlyn sighed, shutting the folder and slotting it back in its position in her desk. She refused to archive the damn thing. She rubbed her temples and drank from her teacup.

"I know. It's just… frustrating. I can't help but feel there's some… some bloody tiny detail we've overlooked. What does C mean? Why kidnap my parents? Why make it so easy to find everyone else involved?"

"Worry about the cases you can solve, Cait. What's up with Lonny?" Caitlyn swivelled her chair around, flourishing a laser pointer.

"Besides a terminal case of death?" She gave a rueful smile, switching to what Vi thought of as briefing mode. "Lonny Fargo: small time hustler. Sometimes drugs, sometimes weapons. Never very successfully, but this guy moved a lotta product in his time. Had connections, too. Chem barons in Zaun, Demacian Mafia, even a suspected Noxian spy. No, not that one. Physically, he took some kind of drug that flooded his body with adrenaline, causing increased reaction times, heightened strength and endurance, and, as you could no doubt tell, heightened aggression."

Vi's fingers ran over the stitches along her forehead.

"Regardless, it proved too much for him, and his heart overworked until blood vessels ruptured. His heart collapsed in on itself and he died, painfully. We have a sample of his blood, and it doesn't match any drug known to us- which is saying a lot, as we know a lot of drugs. Working theory is its something new, dangerous, out of Zaun."

Vi got up, strode over to the board, examined the pictures. "Do we have any camera footage of him before he died?" She asked, remembering something she'd seen during the fight. She didn't like the implication, but it was a lead, at least.

"Probably. One moment." Caitlyn typed at her computer, pulling up camera feeds related to the incident collected by beat cops. She pushed back, gesturing for Vi to have at it. A lot of it was grainy stuff, and the best shot of his face had been while he was running and happened to look directly at a camera. She blew up the shot, studying his face on the screen.

"During the fight, right at the end, I noticed something weird," she began, studying the black and white, fuzzy picture. She indicated his eyes. "It's far from proof, but you can see his eyes look strange, even in black and white. When I fought him they looked like… like a kaleidoscope. Many colors swirling around. Like Shimmer."

"You're saying he was wearing Shimmer on his eyes?" She asked, raising an eyebrow.

"No. Just that it looked similar." Vi shrugged, returning to her seat and putting her feet up on Caitlyn's desk, earning herself a glower, but the sheriff leaned back, studying the image.

"Hmm… It would have registered as Shimmer if it was Shimmer, but maybe its just different enough to avoid the computer. I'll have Jayce take a look at it."

"You sure that's a good idea?" Vi asked, frowning. She didn't much like the Piltover genius.

"Whatever his flaws, he's the biggest brain in the area. He'll be able to tell if its derivative. That's a good catch, Vi. We'll make a detective out of you yet."

Vi snorted and waved the comment off, using the time to check out Caitlyn's ass from behind the safety of her sunglasses as the sheriff turned back towards the board.