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It’s not particularly late, just that lazy pocket of time where lunch is well past but it’s not yet evening, and the all-day drizzle has opened up into a proper lash of rain against the windows. Caitlyn is sprawled in her chair, being pleasantly crushed back into it by Vi’s warm weight between her legs, both of them gazing into the fire. They’ve been busy lately and Cait can feel her brain pinging like an overheated engine as she relaxes. All Violet's dense muscle is soft and relaxed against her, chin tipped down to her chest, letting Cait comb the fingers of one hand through her hair, her other arm looped loosely around Vi’s waist, their fingers tangled together.
The mood is quiet and peaceful, but there’s a moment where Cait is nosing at Vi’s hairline, breathing her in, and something in the way Vi shifts against her or the noise she makes tips Cait’s low simmer of attraction into want. Cait breathes out slow and controlled over the back of Vi’s neck and feels the subtle roll of Vi's body flexing all the way down the front of her body, and hears the little noise she makes. Not a moan, but something Cait could turn into one, with a little effort. She rests her chin on Vi’s shoulder, peering at her profile.
“Do you want me to keep doing this, or would you like something more?” she asks, and Vi lets her head fall back onto Cait's shoulder as she pulls their joined hands up to her breast.
Cait can just see her profile out of the corner of her eye, peaceful, eyes shut, a little smile tipping her pretty mouth up. Cait kisses the hinge of her jaw and when she slips her fingers out of Vi’s, Vi just lets her hand fall back into her lap, tired or relaxed enough to be a little more passive than usual, and Cait plans to take full advantage of that.
She wonders sometimes how many people in Vi’s life had ever wanted her for her softness. Powder perhaps, when she was still Powder. From what Vi has said about her time in Stillwater plenty of people had wanted her submission, crudely and cruelly; there were always people eager to break strength where they saw it.
Caitlyn wants Vi happy. Contented, protected, satisfied. If she could ever figure out a way to make Vi feel so good she forgot every awful thing that ever happened to her, Cait would do it faithfully, every day of her life, and be grateful for the opportunity. Right now though, Caitlyn just wants to make Vi come. She slips her fingers under the hem of her shirt and Vi arches to let Cait peel it off her. Her bare back settles back against Cait’s front and Caitlyn is immediately dissatisfied with her own shirt still being on. Before she can do anything about it, Vi gives a little grunt of displeasure.
“Take that off,” she says.
Cait presses her smile briefly into Vi’s shoulder and does what she’s asked. “Good?” she asks, and Vi’s little hum of contentment feels nearly as good as her skin.
Cait slips her arms back around Vi, tracing her fingertips up the soft lines of her stomach. Considering the state Vi had been in when Cait found her again - thin and hard, wary and wounded - her current condition feels like a gift. Scarred but whole, well fed and filled out, not an ounce of tension in her body as Cait runs her hands over skin turned gold both by firelight and from regular time in the sun. There are more freckles springing up across her shoulders and face, and her body has grown denser with proper, regular nutrition, muscle packing on thicker, smoothed over with fat, and Cait has long since stopped trying to make excuses to sink her fingers into Vi’s biceps and shoulders, the meat of her ass, and the swell of her pectorals above the hang of her breasts.
“Pretty girl,” Cait murmurs against the fuzz of Vi’s shorn scalp. The sun has changed her here too, brightening the rich pink of her hair, turning her candy-colored.
“You already got my shirt off, you don’t have to butter me up,” Vi says, eyes still shut, then smiles and squirms away when Cait gently pinches her side.
Cait taps Vi’s fly. “Behave, I’ll compliment you how I like. Now lift up for me,” she says, popping the button and dragging Vi’s fly down.
“On your fancy armchairs?” Vi says, not really protesting, as she braces her elbows on the arms of the chair and lifts her ass up off the seat.
“Mmm,” Caitlyn says, more interested in the ways Vi’s thighs flex as she shoves her pants and briefs down far enough that she can kick them off. The firelight glints off the gold buttons of her boxers, and the gold thread Kiramman crest stitched into the hip. “They’re my chairs, Vi, who’s going to say anything if I want to get you off on them? It can be my little eccentricity; I like my heirlooms better if my girlfriend has come on them.”
Cait is only joking a little. It would hardly make her the strangest noble in Piltover. Frankly the mansion is running out of rooms they haven’t had sex in.
Vi lets out a startled little huff of laughter as she settles back against down and Cait forestalls any other commentary on furniture by trailing a fingertip up her slit, feeling the glide of wetness already. She rakes her fingers through her pubes and up the faint line of her treasure trail. Cait has always loved to see a girl with one of those lovely little directional decorations.
She pats Vi on the thigh. “Open up for me,” she says.
Vi’s jaw shifts like she’s considering a comment, but she just sighs out and hooks her knee over Cait’s, letting Cait spread her wide.
Cait dips her fingers into the scorching wet of Vi’s pussy, parting them to stroke around her clit, spreading her labia and dipping teasingly into her hole. The view down the length of Vi’s flushed and spread open body is incredible, and gets even better when Vi reaches up to clutch fumblingly at the back of the chair. Cait takes her wrist with her unoccupied hand and moves it from the chair to her shoulder.
“Hold on to me,” she says, then adds: “You won’t hurt me,” to forestall any protest.
Vi doesn’t make one, she just clings to Cait, eyes shut. She lets her head fall back when Cait kisses her shoulder, rolling the sweet hardness of her clit under the pads of her fingers while the other plays with her nipples, teasing and plucking, building up to the hard, rolling pressure Vi likes. When Vi comes, arched, breath hissing through her teeth, her nipples are deep pink and stiffly swollen, standing out from her pale chest.
Cait feels innervated, eager and thrilled by all the reactions of Vi’s body, and when Vi goes to sit up, Cait catches a fistful of her hair up close to the scalp and tugs her back down. Vi lets out a sweet, low wavering noise when she comes up against the pressure.
“I wasn’t done with you yet.”
“Oh,” Vi says, surprised, and Cait waits for her approval or denial.
This is slightly unusual for them, as Cait has been, generally, quite happy to let Vi direct these things. Vi’s experience is spotty, not all of it entirely pleasant or without bad feelings attached, and Cait never wants to cause distress in this sort of situation. It’s certainly been no hardship; Cait quite likes the way Vi handles her body, her clever, eager mouth and her strong hands.
Vi glances back at her, a little smile playing around her mouth. “What do you want from me, then, boss?”
Cait rolls her eyes and urges Vi up so she can slip out from behind her, cradling her face for a kiss before pressing her back into the chair. Cait takes her time moving down Vi’s body, kissing her jaw, her throat, taking each nipple in her mouth and sucking until Vi’s sighs turned into moans, high and breathy, her thighs tensing against Cait’s hips.
When Cait settles on her knees in front of Vi she gives a hungry little sigh of appreciation - she’s definitely going to ruin this chair - and leans forward to kiss Vi’s cunt like she did her mouth. She eats Vi out slowly, savoring, swallowing down the slick of her second orgasm and coaxing out more.
“Fucking fuck,” Vi gasps, eloquently. Cait hums in amusement, her lips pressed to Vi’s clit, and gets a moan that’s nearly a squeak, then hitching giggle and Vi’s hand stroking her hair.
“Oh, oh, fingers, give me something to - fuck, yes, fill me up, Cait, yes - oh!”
Vi's mouth works on something she can't get out before her lip curls over her teeth and her body arches in the chair as her cunt squeezes greedily at Cait's fingers. The thick muscles of her thighs flex, and she’s flushed pink here, and on her neck and chest, her open desperate mouth beautiful, and suddenly Cait isn’t fucking her enough, she needs to be in Vi more, in a way she can’t currently articulate. She rests her cheek on Vi’s thigh, breathing through it, considering it, until Vi reaches down to her, and she is very thoroughly distracted for the rest of the night.
“You really like these things, huh?”
Cait looks up from annotating her notes to see Vi staring into the drawer where Cait keeps certain personal items.
“That style is quite pretty,” she says, curious where this is going, besides obvious places. “I like the craftsmanship, and the different ways they all work and feel.” She rests her chin on her hand, watching Vi reach into the drawer. “However if we’re talking pure enjoyment, then I prefer fingers.”
Vi’s shoulders flex up then settle and the hand down at her side curls, fingers tapping the air. “You have six of them.”
Cait has quite a bit more than that. “Mm-hm, I told you why.” Vi still hasn’t looked at Cait, and still has her hand in the drawer.
“Do they feel much different? Than fingers I mean?” Vi asks, the slightest thread of uncertainty in her voice. Cait leans forward, setting her notes aside and capping her pen.
Vi has been very vocally appreciative of Cait’s fingers in her, but has never shown any inclination she’d like to be on the receiving end of Cait’s strap. Cait feels very, very willing to indulge her, if it turns out Vi really does want that.
“Quite. They’re harder, there’s no give to them at all, so they feel bigger than my fingers even if they’re not. It can be overwhelming. Some girls didn’t like them because of that.” Vi's head snaps towards her, and Cait smiles.
“You’ve worn them?”
“Of course,” Cait says, thinking back a few weeks to Vi spread out on the armchair in front of the fire, her need to fuck Vi in a different way, and thinks oh, well of course, then feels a little silly. Maybe she should have brought this up herself? Maybe she’s been too reticent with Vi out of caution.
Vi licks her lips and Cait gets up from the bed. She steps up behind Vi, pressing them together and fitting one arm around her waist, reaching around her to touch the one Vi is inspecting. It's a good cock, thick and curved with a line of small beads and ridges down the inside of the curve. The colorwork is a frozen wave of indigo set deep in slightly clouded sea glass - Caitlyn wasn’t lying when she said she found them pretty - but it’s rather overwhelming for a starter.
“I never used these much, they really are mostly decorative,” she tugs Vi’s hand back by the wrist and opens the drawer under it. These are newer, a flexible silicone rubber with a coating that feels very close to skin. Close enough that she refused to buy any in a flesh-like color – it was just too bizarre.
She unties the little satin bag and Vi pulls out the fake cock. Cait watches the way her fingers close around the shaft and squeeze.
“Huh, it almost feels like skin.”
Cait hums. “When I said I wore them,” she says. “I meant only I wore them.”
Vi stills, then her eyebrows go up, she opens her mouth, closes it. “You never…?”
Cait shrugs trailing her fingers over Vi’s still closed around the cock.“I’ve used them on myself a few times, alone, but I never- it was too much to-”
Submit is the wrong word, that makes it sound like some brothel playacting rather than her bedroom. Feel safe might be close but it feels a little rude to her past partners. It feels colossally selfish and snobby to say the truth, which is that before Vi no one had ever wanted Cait, they’d just wanted a Kiramman. So Cait had fucked them, because she was young and beautiful and so were they, and she’d wanted them but it had never really gone further.
“I just didn’t want it,” she says, finally.
Vi sets the toy down and turns in her arms, pressing close with her hand in the small of Cait’s back. Vi kisses her shoulder and her face is pleased, almost a little shy, before her expression turns sly.
“Well now I gotta let you try them on me.”
Cait’s heart leaps, but she frowns, leaning back a little to look Vi more fully in the face. “You don’t have to, Vi, this isn’t some quid pro quo where I-ah-”
Vi pushes up on her toes, hand cradling the back of her head, her mouth working sweet and hot on her neck, under her jaw, and Cait melts into it helplessly.
“You're ridiculous, you’re so sweet,” Vi says.
Cait protests this but Vi just takes her wrist and tugs Cait’s hand around her waist. Cait splays her fingers over the rise of Vi’s ass and tugs her in tighter.
“I’m not tit-for-tating you, Cait. Do you want to hear about how I jerked off thinking about you fucking me while you were working late last week?”
“Yes,” Cait blurts out. “Later,” she says, pressing Vi’s hips into hers and drawing Vi’s mouth back to her neck.
“Get the - get the toy out,” Vi pants, long minutes later as they stumble towards the bed. “I want to feel it, can you - without the harness?”
“Yes,” Cait says, wheeling around and stumbling back to the dresser, kicking her pants free of her ankle. She doesn’t get the one Vi was handling, instead grabbing a smaller one and shaking it free of its bag.
Back in bed she settles between Vi’s legs and spreads her with her fingers. When she notches the head of the little cock against Vi her hole flexes, dragging across the soft silicone, leaving a gloss of slick. Cait presses a kiss to her clit, slips the head in, and feels the greedy clench of Vi’s pussy through the shaft in her hand. She smiles.
“I’m going to learn what you like,” she says, eyes fixed on the seam of Vi’s body and the black silicone cock. “And I'm going to have one made just for you, just for your cunt.”
Above her Vi swears, laughs, then groans, her hips rising and falling greedily. Cait flicks her tongue over Vi’s clit and fucks her steadily, peering hungrily up Vi’s body to to watch her come. She sees it hit Vi when her body clamps down in orgasm on something with much less give than Cait’s fingers. Something that keeps her spread open and tender inside. Vi’s face crumples, her heels skid on the sheets and the noise that comes out of her is high and wavering. She’s utterly stunning and Cait tells her so as she eases the dildo out of her and crawls up her body to kiss her.
“That was so good,” Vi says, her breathing evening out, eyes warm and bright. “Give me a minute and I’ll return the favor.”
“You don’t have to do anything more for me tonight,” Cait says, and she means it. Right now, if Vi would let her, she’d still pick getting to make Vi come again over her own orgasm.
Vi looks at her, amused and loving, “Tell me that when you’re not dripping on my thigh and I might believe you.”
“Hmph,” Cait kisses her lightly. “It’s a natural reaction, you’re very compelling.”
Vi scoffs, rolls her eyes, and rolls Cait over.
A simple scouting mission Cait had tapped Vi for ended up turning into a siege, and Cait is furious about it. The atlas gauntlets are scraped and dinged, hissing and popping in the corner of the room as they furiously vent heat, the exoskeleton that sits across Vi's shoulders to support them dropped in a tangle in the corner. Caitlyn is not feeling great herself, her back and shoulders are screaming from the weight of her rifle, and there is definitely a recoil bruise under her shirt. Even with ear protection her ears are ringing and her ammo reserves are…no longer in reserve. Still right now she’s more concerned with the fact that she can see the angry pink of scorched skin peeking over Vi’s arm wraps. Cait presses her to the edge of the bed and grabs the med kid from the bathroom.
“Here, darling.”
It’s a mark of how exhausted Vi is that she just slumps where Cait left her, back bent, broad shoulders caved in.
Cait carefully unbuckles the leather armor, then unwinds the wrapings. It’s upsetting, but not as bad as it could have been. Vi’s arms have been scorched pink and tender, slightly swollen, the wraps carving deep grooves in her skin, but there are no depth burns. Cait hisses in sympathy when she unwraps Vi’s knuckles and finds the tough skin smeared with blood and fluid from broken blisters. Vi is quiet, the pain sitting in the tension of her jaw and forehead. Cait leads her, bare-armed, to the ensuite, and washes her battered arms and hands in cool water as Vi slumps gratefully against her.
Their go-to burn cream has the most unpleasant texture, but it works wonderfully, and Vi sways, her spine straightening a bit with relief as Cait smooths it over her arms, kneading the tired muscles. Cait wipes her hands clean and taps Vi’s side.
“Arms up,” she says, and Vi obeys to let Cait unwrap her ribs and breasts. There are a few bruises, pale blue and red, not deep.
“Nothing’s cracked or busted, I'm pretty sure.” There's a soft roundness to Vi’s words. Cait’s beautiful girl is spent; they both are. Cait rubs her palms over the marks the wraps left over Vi’s ribs and breasts as Vi hisses in sensitivity, skin waking back up, leaning into her hungrily. Despite their exhaustion, Cait presses a kiss to the upper curve of each breast, takes each nipple briefly in her mouth, lays a line of kisses up to Vi’s mouth. They’re both too tired to do anything but she still feels the need to appreciate, to make Vi feel good.
“We’ll get you checked tomorrow, just to be sure,” she says, cradling her face, and Vi nods.
“You too,” Vi says, and Cait smiles.
“I’ll just have an awful head tomorrow, my ears are ringing,” she says, and lets Vi tug her in, pressing a kiss between her eyes. They manage a sketchy wash up before they shed the rest of their clothes and collapse into bed, Vi pressing her back to Cait’s front, Cait tangling their legs together and making sure she’s not aggravating any of Vi’s new bruises.
When the morning sun gets oppressive enough to wake Cait, she presses herself further into Vi’s warm bulk, grumbling, her head and shoulders aching but the rest of her heated and sweet. They shifted positions in the night, pressed front to front, and she nuzzles mindlessly into a collarbone, rocks against Vi and makes a little dissatisfied noise. She hitches a leg over the plush curve of Vi's hip and then comes all the way awake when her dripping pussy comes in full contact with Vi's thigh.
“Good morning, cupcake,” Vi says, amused, her face half buried in the pillow, and a big hand splayed warm and firm on Cait’s back.
Cait’s brain still hasn’t really caught up, so the first thing she says, looking up into her girlfriend’s lovely face in the morning sun is “Gods I want my cock in you.”
Vi laughs at her, and then she makes Cait get out of bed, which is terrible, and brush her teeth, which annoys her shoulders, and shower, which helps enormously. Cait only realizes she’s been moving around with her shoulders bunched up around her ears when they relax under the hot spray and the twanging wires strung across her back finally loosen.
Cait is squeezing the water out of her hair, thinking absently about cutting it, when Vi speaks.
“Did you mean that?”
Cait doesn’t have to ask what she means. It’s a terrible idea, they’re both exhausted and sore, they have to go down the precinct today and complete enormous piles of annoying paperwork.
“Yes, of course.”
Vi watches Cait pull the harness on and adjust the buckle over her hip intently, biting absently at the inside of her cheek. Cait can’t exactly decipher her expression. She doesn’t look nervous exactly but Cait kisses her reassuringly anyway.
“Are your arms up for this?” Vi says, as Cait kneels between her legs.
Cait flexes her shoulders consideringly, then rolls them. “Yes,” she says, settling down over Vi, reaching between them to glide the head of the dildo over Vi’s hot wet slit, nudging at her clit. Vi rocks her hips up into her, a little sigh of anticipation escaping her when Cait fits the head against her eager hole and presses.
“Oh,” Vi says. “You’re so close to me.” Her hands slide up Cait's arms, her thighs hot and soft around Cait's hips, and she laughs a little at herself. “Sorry, that doesn’t even make sense.”
Cait, who has definitely said dumber things in bed, just ducks her head to kiss her.
It is such a brutal, simple pleasure to fuck Vi like this, to feel the squeeze of her body through the base of the strap. To fall into the rhythm of it, watching all her little reactions and coaxing more out of her. Cait watches Vi relax enough to take the cock more deeply, and the way that makes her face crumple up in pleasure makes her think she has missed this so much, and also that it’s never been as good as this before.
Vi’s nails leave stinging pink trails across Cait’s back when she comes and she arches up to bury her face in Cait’s shoulder, staggered whimpers falling out of her mouth. Cait gasps, shocked at how close she is already from just the pressure of the strap. She’s about to pull out, to get her fingers on her aching clit when Vi’s legs tighten around her and her hands curl around Cait’s shoulders.
“Don’t leave yet,” she says. “Stay in, leave it in. God, you feel good, Cait.”
She’s already moving, settling her body on Vi’s to take the strain off her shoulders, Vi catching her face to kiss her deeply, little moans spilling out of her, her body jolting with sensitivity as the strap shifts inside her. Cait’s heart is thumping, her cunt throbs as she presses Vi into the bed, the sweat between their bodies slipping, tongues sliding together.
Cait tries, but eventually she can’t help herself, her hips hitching, rocking and grinding into Vi’s pussy, pressing her into the bed. She buries her face in Vi’s neck, elbows bracketing her head as Vi clings to her.
“Oh, Cait,” Vi says, her thighs pressed to Cait’s hips as she wraps her legs around her. “You’re gonna come like this?”
Cait grunts, mindless, lost in the smell of Vi, her cunt, her sweat, her spit. Vi’s soaked pussy squelches wetly with each thrust of Cait’s hips, her body a solid bulwark under Cait, taking her cock so beautifully. Cait’s breasts ache, her shoulders burn, her pussy is a tight, painful throb and every whimper and gasp that spills out of Vi just winds her tighter. She never wants to stop fucking Vi, her building orgasm makes her feel dizzy with power and affection. Vi’s pussy is so sweet, it takes Cait so well, and Vi begs so easily for Cait’s orgasm. It washes over Cait hotly, prickling her skin, burning in her belly.
Vi whines and shoves a hand between the wet crush of their bodies, rubbing clumsily at her clit. “Fuck, yes Cait, yesyesyes come with me, come on me, you fuck me so good, please, fuck, d-” Vi’s teeth click together and she groans, body jolting under Cait’s with her orgasm.
They slump there, a wet tangle of bodies, both of them rasping for breath like they just did the rooftop run down into Zaun. When Cait eventually tries to move her weight off Vi, she finds she is not allowed. Vi keeps her legs hooked around Cait’s, and digs her nails stingingly into Cait’s sweaty back. Cait can feel the sulk in her body.
“Alright, sweetheart,” she murmurs, a little amused, mostly tender. She settles back down, cock still buried in Vi’s cunt, and Vi nuzzles into her neck with a sweet sigh, her fingertips smoothing soothingly over the red crescents her nails left.
To Cait’s surprise they both drift off a little, pressed together like that. Or maybe not surprising – they’re exhausted, and Vi came twice. They laugh at each other when they awaken and peel their sticky, battered bodies apart, and Vi’s giggles go hitching and gasping as Cait eases the dildo out of her pretty, swollen cunt, dripping wet and lovely, pale smears of her cream streaked along the black toy.
Cait settles back on her knees with a sigh, vertebrae popping as she arches her back, shutting her eyes in satisfaction. Then Vi’s hand lands on her hip, and Cait opens her eyes to see Vi propped up on her elbow, wrapping her hands around the base of the dildo still jutting from the harness.
“Can I?” she says, already doing what she wants, red mouth parting over the slick black head of the cock.
Cait can’t catch her breath, frozen and watching. Vi doesn’t try to take it deep, just pressing mouthing kisses along the length, her pink tongue darting out, exploring with a thoughtful little line in her brow. Vi lets the head slip from her mouth with a little sigh and Cait clamps down hard on the urge to take the cock in hand, open Vi’s mouth back up and see how good the sleek black head looks on her tongue. Vi kisses her thighs, across belly, pulling herself up to continue her trail of kisses up Cait’s body, cradling her breasts and pressing her face into Cait’s neck.
“You made me feel so good with this, Cait,” Vi says, quiet and sincere, one hand on the back of Cait’s neck, the other pressed to her belly, over the harness. “Thank you.”
Cait kicks the front door shut with the back of her heel, wishing she could somehow seal away all of Piltover until she feels ready to deal with it again. She washes her hands in the kitchen sink, splashes some water on her face and then regrets it when she has to fumble for a towel. Then she heads upstairs to look for her girlfriend. When Cait finds her in their bedroom, she smiles, feeling the day slough off her shoulders.
“Having a good day, are we?”
Vi, naked in their bed, glances up, setting her little blue book aside. “I’m about to,” she says, letting one of her knees fall to the side, displaying the glossy shine of her wet cunt for Cait, her messy fingers.
Cait is across the room, hand between Vi’s open legs immediately.
Vi is drenched, and clenches greedily around Cait’s fingers. She fucks her fast and hard with two, while Vi arches and gasps.
“You’re a mess, darling,” Cait says, leaning over Vi hungrily, sweat and fluids smearing on her uniform. “What have you been doing all day?”
“Waiting,” Vi says, a sharp and wicked smile on her face as she fumbles in the bedsheets for something, then shoves the harness against Cait’s chest.
“Put it on, cupcake. Over the uniform.”
Cait does, fingers clumsy with lust as Vi takes a thick cock from the drawer and slips it through the o-ring for Cait, kissing her, jacking the cock, tugging at the harness and setting Cait’s nerves jangling.
Vi leads her to the bed by the cock, pushes her down on the mattress and straddles her, her body flushed and glorious, her pussy dripping down her thighs as she holds the base of the cock and settles down on it with a pleased sigh. Cait runs her hands up her thighs and splays her hands over her hips before sliding round to grip her ass.
“Oh, you’re gorgeous," Cait breathes, digging her fingers into the meat of Vi’s ass. “Take what you want, bounce on it.”
Cait slides her hands up from Vi’s hips, over the flexing muscle of her sides to catch her bouncing tits in her hands, rolling the nipples against her knuckles with her thumbs. Vi gives her a hot, helpless look, almost betrayed at the overload of her sensitized body, but she arches her back, pushing her tits into Cait’s hands as she works her pussy hungrily on Cait’s cock. Cait pinches her, holds the pressure, and Vi cries out then whines, hunching forward and grinding frantically in Cait’s lap. Cait starts to ease up and Vi’s hand comes up to grab Cait's hand and press it hard against her breast. Cait pushes with her thumbs, slowly rolling Vi’s nipples along the hard edge of her knuckles. Vi’s stuttering cry is beautiful, as are the noises her cunt makes as she rocks her hips, fully seated in Cait’s lap. Her stomach is folded, her thighs bunching, pink, her whole body flushed hot, seemingly incandescent with pleasure.
“Do you need my fingers to come?” Cait asks, tugging at her nipples, twisting them. Vi shudders, her mouth works, face crumpled, finally she manages to speak.
“Yes, yes please.”
Cait leaves off torturing Vi’s tits with one hand and slips her fingertips between their bodies, her short nails catching on the detail of her uniform, to roll Vi’s stiff little clit under the pads of her fingers while Vi shudders above her, losing rhythm as she falls apart over and around Cait.
“Are you going to let me take this off any time soon?” Cait asks, since, as lovely as the view is, she is feeling a little stifled, still fully buttoned into her uniform.
In response Vi shifts up, dragging her cunt across Cait’s belly, smearing the froth of her arousal across the gold buttons and detail of her uniform. The responding urge bypasses her brain entirely, and Cait’s palm cracks down on her ass without hesitation. Vi yelps and laughs, still terribly smug.
“You brat!” Cait says, laughing with her, half sitting, up propped on one elbow to grab Vi by the chin. “Is this the thanks I get?”
Vi just grins at her, unrepentant. Cait braces her feet on the bed, hooks an arm under her thigh, and flips them over.
Vi, grinning wildly, catches her face, tugs her up for a kiss. “That’s the spirit, Sheriff - ah!”
Her teasing ends in high pitched little yelps as Cait reaches between them to slap the head of the cock sharply against Vi’s swollen clit. Vi’s hands tighten around her shoulders, her body curling into Cait’s hard enough to lift her sweaty back off the sheets. Cait catches her chin again, presses her back down.
“Open your mouth,” Cait says, coolly.
Vi does, tongue peeking over her bottom lip, and Cait spits on her tongue.
“Swallow.”
Vi’s throat works, eyes wide, and Cait smiles fondly.
“Look at that, you can be taught manners,” Cait says, gentle condescension curling through her tone. “There’s a good girl. Now roll over.”
Vi obeys, and because Cait believes in positive reinforcement, she rewards this by planting her knees on either side of Vi’s thighs and sinking the full length of the strap into Vi’s open, waiting cunt.
Vi squeals, hips jolting back. “Gorgeous thing,” Cait says, running appreciative palm over the flexing muscle of Vi’s back. “You can just ask for more cock you know, there’s no need to defile my uniforms.”
Cait makes sure of her aim - she’s quite familiar with how this angle is shallower, how it will drag against the front wall of Vi’s cunt, and when Cait finds it, Vi keens. Cait feels a dizzying pride, in herself, in Vi, as the arch of Vi’s back deepens, her tattoo shifting over the thick muscle bracketing her spine and her ass jiggling with every impact of Cait’s hips.
Vi rubs her face into the pillow, and Cait’s breathing stutters when she sees the shine on Vi’s chin, the damp stain on the pillow. She drooling, she’s - Cait fucked the swallow out of her, her cunt throbs sharply, nearly tipped into pain.
There are noises spilling out of Vi in a constant stream, sweetly pitched little ‘ahh’ and ‘mmh’s that just make Cait want to fuck more of them out of her, and when she bottoms out again Vi lets out a stuttering wail that nearly has Cait pulling out to check in on her until Vi fumbles a hand back and grips her thigh tightly, wounded little breaths blowing out of her as she digs her forehead into the mattress and says the thing that takes Cait so hotly, so directly right in her chest.
“Daddy, stay in me, stay in me, you’re so much, fuck,” Vi says, soft and round and sweet.
Cait feels light-headed as she ducks her head to kiss the sweaty back of Vi’s neck. “Is that how it is, hmm?”
Vi blinks at her, brow furrowed, then seems to register what she just said. Her face flushes darker and she turns her head but there’s nowhere for her to go, pinned on her belly and full of Cait’s strap.
Cait scrapes her teeth lightly over the back of Vi’s neck. “Well darling? Who’s Daddy?”
“You are,” Vi says, one hazy grey eye peering up at Cait, so open and trusting, so fully lost in her body. Cait presses her into the bed to kiss her cheek and the corner of her mouth. “Oh, you are, Cait,” Vi says, her face pained with need, “Please, keep fucking me, Daddy –”
Cait loses it a little, under the hot roar of arousal through her body. She hooks her hands under Vi's hips to pull her incredible ass back into Cait’s thrusts, cunt dripping down her thighs. Vi’s cunt is drooling so much the harness is soaked as Cait drives into her greedily.
“Tell me,” she pants, hunching over Vi. “I want to hear it, please.”
Spit slicks Vi’s chin, her expression feverish, the rhythm of her voice broken by Cait’s thrusts. “Yes Daddy, please, god, I love you, Daddy, I love your cock, I - oh fuck - Daddy!”
“Oh, there you go sweet thing, Daddy’s got you,” Cait croons when Vi comes, slowing down her thrusts, changing the angle so she’s not rubbing directly against the tender front wall of Vi’s cunt. She doesn’t stop, she’s not sure she could without a direct request, she’s so turned on her blood is fizzing.
Vi’s sweet, open pleasure, her slurring words, thanking Daddy for what she’s getting, only winds Cait higher.
Cait cuddles into Vi afterwards, drawing trails through the sweat on her back and her shoulders, kissing her face and mouth. Vi soaks in all of the attention so sweetly, but Cait feels full of hungry, restless energy. She takes inventory of herself as she holds Vi. It’s not that she hasn’t come yet, Cait thinks - it’s Vi, Cait wants to make her come again much more than she wants to come herself. And, if she’s being entirely honest with herself, she wants to see if Vi will say it again.
As if she’s reading Cait’s mind, Vi speaks up.
“Is it too much, that I want that? You - I felt like you liked it but I wanted to ask.” Vi’s voice is even, but she’s been clinging to Cait since she came for the last time.
Cait runs a hand through her hair and gives Vi a little tug until Vi’s eyes rise past her collarbones. “Not at all,” Cait says, kissing Vi lightly on the mouth. “I’m glad you felt you could say it.”
Vi’s face is flushed from more than exertion and she swallows uncertainly. “Are you- is it okay that I’m - that I put that on you?”
Cait dislikes that the language implies her assuming that role for Vi would be some kind of burden, instead of a gift.
“It’s more than okay, Vi.” She kisses Vi again more firmly. “Let me show you how much. Let Daddy take care of you.”
Vi lets out a whimpery little breath, her eyes wide and soft, and Cait presses her shoulder until Vi rolls onto her back and kisses down her chin, her throat. Vi leans into Cait’s mouth on her neck with a hungry sigh but jolts when Cait cups her breasts, her nipples stiff, angry red, Cait can practically feel the heat coming off them. She kisses the dip of Vi’s pectorals, gently scraping her teeth over the full softness of Vi’s breasts while Vi breathes shakily over her.
Cait draws back, biting her lip, considering Vi’s abused nipples before gathering the saliva filling her mouth and spitting directly onto one. Vi’s whole body jerks and she lets out a little uh noise like Cait had struck her, her hips rolling up against Cait’s body.
“Thank you, Daddy,” Vi sighs, her head falling back, her back arching, presenting her lovely tits.
“My good girl,” Cait says.
She drags the soft wet inside of her lips over Vi’s nipples, only pulling back to spit again, keeping things frictionless, wet. When, eventually, she just has to suck on them, she keeps the pressure of her mouth very light. Even so it makes Vi’s spine lift off the bed and her face screw up, lashes damp and spiky. Pleas of ”Daddy Daddy Daddy, yes,” fall out of her mouth as Cait’s saliva runs down the curves of her tits, onto her ribs, into her armpits. Vi is whimpering, sweet and cracked in the back of her throat and her hands are running over Cait’s back and shoulders, Cait can feel the encouraging edge of her nails on the back of her neck and the warm breadth of her palms.
“Pleasepleaseplease, Daddy, Daddy please, you’re gonna kill me, please fuck me.”
Cait looks down and breathes out hungrily. Violet is soaking the sheet under them, thighs shining nearly down to her knees, long strands of wet connecting her swollen cunt to the sheets under her as she squirms. Cait gathers her dripping wetness on her fingers and licks it off.
Her cunt is so swollen, clit standing out fully from its hood, and she’s so pretty Cait can’t help the little croon she makes before she kisses it, sucks it into her mouth. A sob bubbles up in Vi’s chest and Cait glances up to see her arm thrown across her eyes, other hand splayed over her heaving belly as she pants, open-mouthed and helpless. She’s fully flushed all over, abs standing out hard as she gasps for breath and she’s so magnificent, Cait’s big, pretty girl.
Cait spreads Vi with one hand and slips three fingers into her with the other. Cait’s fingers slide in slick and frictionless as deep as she can get them. Vi’s ass and abs clench and she’s panting, whining on every exhale.
“You’re so open from Daddy’s cock it's beautiful, Violet,” Cait says in wonder and Vi takes in a great sobbing breath, her heels sliding on the sheets and her hips pressing down on Cait's fingers so hard Cait’s first two knuckles disappear into her cunt.
Cait licks up and swallows all her gathered arousal, fucks more out of her with her fingers pressed deep, curling - gently, Vi is so soft inside, so well-fucked - and swallows that too as Vi comes again, body wracked with jerky shudders, her moans high and broken in the back of her throat.
She eases off her swollen clit slowly as Vi comes down, removes her fingers slowly, carefully. She doesn’t need to be told to stop, she can see the shine of tears on Vi’s cheeks and hear her teeth chattering on every exhale. Cait sheds her thoroughly ruined work jacket quickly, and her belt and boots, anything that could feel harsh to Vi, and gathers her close, pulling the comforter over both of them.
Cait sighs in relief as the manor door shuts behind her, and she hangs her coat and scarf up. Her briefcase she drops unceremoniously by the hall table. There’s paperwork in there she simply doesn’t want to think about until she gets the decompression she’s been craving all day.
“Daddy’s home,” she calls, lightly; Vi is usually downstairs in the afternoon. Belatedly, she hopes Ekko isn’t over. He'd looked rather traumatized the last time.
He isn’t, and Cait follows the sound of Vi’s answer to the kitchen, where she slumps against her girlfriend’s strong back with a sigh of relief.
“Long day?” Vi says, amused, reaching back for her. Cait grumbles, leaning more heavily on her back, and Vi laughs, setting her tea on the counter.
“I bet I can help with that,” Vi says, turning in Cait’s arms, warm hands cradling Cait's face before sliding back to gently free her hair from the neat bun, strong fingers massaging her scalp. Cait leans back into her hands with a contented groan.
“Honestly you could just do this and I’d be blissful.”
“Just this, Daddy?” Vi says innocently, her lips brushing Cait’s throat, and it’s truly amazing how her exhaustion just vanishes.
Cait considers how energetic she feels tonight; she was at her desk most of today, she wants some exercise tonight, Cait thinks. She hums thoughtfully, her arms coming around Vi's waist, and tips her head down again to meet Vi’s gleaming eyes, warm and mischievous. There are still dark circles lingering under them, and Cait frowns a little.
“If you come to sleep early I’ll have you now, and in the morning before work.”
Vi takes a quick little in and out breath, eager. Cait has learned that Vi likes to feel she’s earned things - as if she ever has to earn anything from Cait - but it makes Vi happy. She kisses Vi, lingering.
“Pick what you’d like while I clean up, sweet girl."
In the bathroom Cait sheds her work layers, clips her hair up and dips briefly into the shower to rinse the day off her skin. She feels energized, half satisfied already.
When she comes back into the bedroom wrapped in a robe, Vi is sitting on the bed as usual, naked, the harness on the bed but no toy chosen. Cait comes over to stand between her knees, cradling her face and kissing her lightly.
“You didn’t choose a cock for yourself darling, did you want something else?”
Vi undoes Cait’s robe, warm hands sliding in, over her ass. “Mm-mm, just wanted you to pick today, Daddy.”
Cait hums fondly, dropping a hand between Vi’s spread legs to play with her cunt, tweaking her clit, dipping a single finger into her wet hole. Vi gets in deeper moods sometimes, needier, Cait thinks, unwilling or unable to make decisions. It used to make her prickly, before both of them fully understood what they wanted. Now, while sometimes Vi does need to go off on her own to regulate her feelings, mostly she presents herself to Cait to be taken care of, much to Cait’s constant delight.
She rolls Vi’s clit between her fingers, making her jolt and shiver, then withdraws her fingers and licks them clean. “I want you over the edge of the bed,” she says. “Stack that pretty hole up for Daddy.”
Vi arranges herself comfortably as Cait pads to the drawer. She already knows what she wants and she grabs it quickly, holding it out of Vi’s sight as she steps into the harness and slips it though the ring, appreciating the weight of it dragging at the straps when she lets it go. She wants Vi to feel it before she sees it.
Cait presses a kiss to the steaming vent inked between Vi’s shoulder, follows the twisting path of the ink up with her tongue, and nips Vi’s ear. “Take a deep breath, darling.”
Vi does, and it catches in her throat with a high, tender gasp as Cait presses in, slides her hand up the shaft to correct where it’s bowing under the pressure, and slips in. Vi’s wail of ”Daddy!” is raw and sweet and drives Cait’s hips forward as Vi writhes under her, hands sliding over the sheets like she can no longer remember how to grip them.
“Daddy, Daddy! Yes, please oh, oh fuu-uk,” Vi chants desperately. “Your cock is so big, Daddy.”
Base pride and hunger lick up Cait’s spine and she flattens herself to Vi’s back adoringly, her hips working in little circles, Vi still too tight for proper thrusts. Nevertheless, she squirms under Cait, rolling her hips back hungrily. Cait slides one of her arms under Vi’s, catching it in the hook of her elbow and bringing her hand up to grip the back of Vi’s neck, locking her there.
“Stop that, don’t I always take care of you?” Cait says, kissing Vi’s bunched shoulders. “Relax for Daddy.”
Vi sighs, and some of the tension drains out of her
Vi doesn't lift her head when Cait lets her out of the arm lock, limp and keening, all tension pounded out of her, drool pooling under her open mouth, eyes glazed and lashes spiked with tears. Cait digs her fingers into Vi’s hips and drives into her loosened cunt fast and deep, the hardware of the harness jingling, the slap of her hips against Vi’s ass making the lush curve of it shake. Spread out for her, Vi wails incoherently for her Daddy and it spurs Cait, who bares her teeth and grips Vi’s hips hard enough to lift her heels off the rug as Cait yanks her back onto every stroke of her cock deep into Vi’s guts.
“Just like that,” Cait pants. “Oh, you perfect little hole, you good girl.”
Vi throws her head back, face agonized and the next slap of Cait’s hips against her ass is a distinct splash, wet squirt running down Vi’s shaking thigh and splattering Cait, soaking her belly and the harness.
Cait groans with a hard rush of triumph. This is not always something she can give to Vi, and that makes it even better when she manages. “My perfect girl, oh Vi you’re incredible, so good for Daddy.”
Vi is utterly incoherent in her response, her thighs shaking so hard her knees buckle as her fucked out cunt does it’s best to clench down on her Daddy’s strap as she comes. She can’t, and the white trickle of her cream escapes slide down her leg with the fluid of her squirt. Cait stays buried in her, know it would only be upsetting for Vi to immediately be empty, then snuggles into her back, arms wrapped around Vi’s waist, cheek on her hair, murmuring sweetly to Vi as her breathing regulates from the hard-bottomed hitching near-sobs of her orgasm to something more normal.
“Fuck, Cait,” Vi says, rough and impressed. Cait laughs and presses her nose into Vi’s neck, she is overburdened with love, something hot and rough still sliding through her veins.
“Do your legs work yet?” Cait teases.
Vi groans. “Maybe?” she says, and holds out a hand, wiggling her fingers at Cait.
Cait helps Vi up onto the bed properly, finally slipping the cock free of her cunt. She runs a gentle hand through Vi’s hair, then takes a handful of it as she rises up to kneel over her face. She shifts her grip to arrange Vi’s head between her legs. Vi is a picture beneath her, flushed, streaked with sweat and tears and drool, her eyes sparkling as her eyes flicks between the wet strap heavy between Cait’s legs and her pussy then up to meet Cait’s gaze.
“Go ahead, baby, Daddy needs her cunt eaten.”
Vi’s mouth kicks up on one side in delight and her hands splay on Cait’s ass as she dips her chin, eyelashes fanning on her cheeks as she presses a soft, clinging kiss to Cait’s clit. Then she glances up and winks as she opens her mouth and licks the dildo base to tip, pressing a playful, noisy kiss to the head.
Cait’s hand tightens in her hair as her heart gives a little extra thump, and Vi arches into the pressure, looking so very pleased with herself.
“I see getting your pussy filled wasn’t enough for you.” Cait says fondly.
“I see you still think I can get enough of you,” Vi says in a terrible imitation of Cait’s accent, and pulls against Cait’s grip on her hair to flick her tongue against the head. “Daddy.”
Cait’s blood thrums in her ears and she has to bite her lip to keep her smile under control. This woman! Cait is so lucky, she is so privileged. She grips the base of the cock.
“Open your mouth, then. Give Daddy your tongue, my good girl.”
Vi does, bright-eyed and eager, and Cait sits back enough to shift her grip from Vi’s hair to chin, and slap the head of the cock on that offered tongue. Cait rubs it there with a sigh, so dreamy with pleasure she imagines she can feel it through the black rubber. She spits on the head of it and feeds her spit to Vi like that, rubbing into her soft palate, her cheeks, slaps her tongue with it some more, pulls it away to spit directly onto Vi’s tongue and smears it around her mouth with the cock while Vi squirms under her, kneading at her ass and thighs and making small eager noises until Cait sinks half the cock into her mouth and Vi’s muffled moan vibrates loudly between them.
This is a bad position to get any depth to her thrusts and Cait has no intention to hurt or gag her so she keeps her fist around the dildo as she feeds it past Vi’s red lips. It’s thick; spit slides from the corner of her mouth to trickle down her cheek and there’s a little furrow of focus between her brows. It is abruptly too much for Cait and she pulls it from Vi’s lips with a pop. Bubbly ropes of spit connect the silicone to Vi, Cait wipes it clean on her panting mouth and Vi swallows without having to be told.
“That’s quite enough, I think,” Cait says breathlessly, mostly talking about herself, though from the hot glaze over Vi’s eyes she’s still appreciating the condescension that’s crept into Cait’s tone, and she whines when Cait pulls the dildo out of reach of her greedy mouth. “Give me your tongue again.”
“Please, Daddy,” Vi slurs, and obeys immediately.
Without thought, Cait is curving her body down, holding Vi by the hair and cradling her jaw to spit again into her willing mouth. Vi blinks slow, luxuriant and satisfied and it goes a tiny way towards satisfying the painful need in Cait to fill her up, to somehow occupy every inch of Vi.
She sits back and brings her aching cunt down on that eager, messy tongue. She rides Vi’s face artlessly, not yet letting her do anything but hold her tongue as something for Cait to rub the tight, painful throb of her clit across. She’ll let Vi eat her out properly later, right now Cait needs to come as vitally as she needs to breathe.
After she takes the edge off herself, then lets Vi have her fun and get her off again, Cait dismounts her and settles a pillow under Vi’s hips before she sinks into her again with a shaky sigh. It’s even better now, the blunt pressure of the strap against her cunt, still tender from orgasm.
Vi is similarly overwhelmed, taking quick, shuddery, open-mouthed breaths, kneading at her tits with one hand while her other dips between her swollen labia, stroking either side of her distended clit. The pink curls of her pubes are flattened down dark and her cunt and thighs are glossy with slick, Cait’s juices smeared across her mouth and chin, dripped down her cheeks, and her whole body is flush with arousal. Cait could worship her for the rest of her life. She sinks the full length of the fat cock into Vi’s pussy and watches her eyes roll back under her fluttering lashes.
“Oh, you’re so beautiful, Vi, there you go, I've got you. That's Daddy’s good pussy.”
Vi nods frantically, throat working. “Nnnh-, yes yes yes. A-aah! fuck!” Her eager whines shudder in her throat. “Fuck me deeper, just like that. Oh, I love you, Daddy!” she pleads, nails slipping in the sweat on Cait’s shoulder.
Cait drops to brace her elbows on either side of Vi’s head, kissing her messily, her aching breasts crushed to Vi’s, their sweat, their sopping cunts soaking both of them, everything humid and slippery and increasingly frantic as Cait does her best to pound Vi through the mattress.
Vi lurches against her body when she comes, one hand working frantically between them and her other tight around Cait’s waist, strained broken cries spilling out of her. Cait can practically taste how overwhelmed she is, and props herself up on one arm to cradle Vi’s face and kiss her and stroke her trembling jaw. Cait tells her how much she loves her, what a good girl she was for her daddy, how good her beautiful cunt feels, how good it makes Cait feel to make her feel good. Vi breathes shakily, running her hands all over Cait’s skin, her expression peaceful and sweet.
Eventually she relaxes enough that Cait feels she can move away, that she can remove the heavy girth of the dildo without causing Vi discomfort. Cait cups a gentle hand over Vi’s twitching pussy, her cream spilling from her open hole and trickling down her ass. There are fine tremors still running through the thick muscle of her thighs. Cait sheds the harness and gathers Vi to her, letting her cling as her body settles down.
When she’s ready, Cait runs them a bath, settling into it with Vi against her front. Cait washes her thoroughly, shampoos her hair, her mind quiet, her heart full. Vi turns in her arms after, water sloshing against sides of the tub, and gathers Cait in her arms, arranging her in Vi’s lap. There’s a crooked, pleased smile on her face as her fingers slip between Cait's legs, into her, and Cait sighs hungrily, her head falling backwards as she strokes Vi’s wet hair, her thick shoulders, rocking in her lap, her simmering arousal flaring up fast.
“I love you,” she sighs. “Oh, I love you, Vi.”
Cait wakes up pressed to Vi’s back, warm and content and nuzzles her face into the messy fall of Vi’s hair, sliding her hand down the dense muscle of Vi’s belly to cup her cunt. Cait breathes in the smell of Vi’s skin, her light sweat, the shampoo Cait used on her hair. Then she slips out of bed, plucks the harness from the bedside table and pads to the toy drawer. She did promise Vi would get her in the morning, as well.
Cait wants something bigger, both because she'll be taking Vi from behind and because she’d like to leave an impression while she’s gone today. Besides, Vi is always particularly inspiring with her words when Cait fills her belly.
To make sure the thick shaft goes in as easily as it can Cait slicks the length of it with lube before slipping back into bed. She slots herself in behind Vi, leaving the sheets pushed back so she can see the way the lips of Vi’s pussy hug the fat head of the cock as it parts them. The tip notches into her hole, and the pressure it takes to pop the head in makes Cait’s blood burn.
Vi comes awake with her consonants all confused, her breath hitching and catching in her chest and her hips shoving back confusedly. Cait wraps an arm around her top leg and kisses her cheek.
“Good morning, darling.”
“Oh, God,” Vi says.
Cait laughs and pecks her on the cheek again, sinking another few inches of cock into Vis’s pussy
“Not what you usually call me.”
“Fuck off!” Vi gasps, but, if Vi is awake enough to talk, Cait wants to hear it.
She pulls out until only the head is still in, hearing the sloppy mess that arousal and lube has made of Vi’s cunt and snaps her hips up.
“Fuck!” Vi shrieks, flailing a hand out to clutch at the sheets, and Cait puts her back and ass into it, driving into her steadily as Vi wails and twists in her grip, her chest and neck flushing blotchily.
“Vi, please, you know what I want to hear,” Cait pants raggedly in her ear, grazing her neck with teeth before sinking them in and sucking a mouthful of skin tender and bruised.
Vi arches her neck for Cait’s teeth, arches her back to push her lush ass into the cradle of Cait's hips, the better to offer Cait her perfect little hole. Then, best of all, opens her mouth to give Cait exactly what she wants.
“Oh-oh god, Daddy, you fuck me so good,” Vi whines. “I’m yours, I’m yours, Daddy –”
“More,” Cait pants, pathetic with desperation, lust and command heavy and wet in her belly, this position, this angle shockingly good for her. She’ll have to take Vi like this more. ”Daddy’s going to come with you, do you want that, lovely girl?”
“Yes Daddy, yes Daddy, oh, yes Daddy,” Vi pants, moans spilling out of her, and Cait changes her thrusts to short and fast, buried deep and staying there. Vi rubs her own clit desperately, writhing in Cait’s arms. Cait fucks her through her orgasm, past it, her forehead pressed to the back of Vi’s neck, her breath sawing in her chest.
Cait keeps Vi in her arms until she really does have to get up, despite her girl’s grumbling complaints. She slips out of the harness, leaving Vi full, and pulls out of her grasping hands, laughing and protesting, and escapes to the bathroom to clean herself up.
Vi sighs loudly and theatrically when Cait pulls her shirt on, and Cait looks back at her, utter temptation in the sheets. Her body flush with exertion, eyes bright and amused, her thighs spread to show her labia bulging around the bulk of Cait’s cock still buried in her.
“Oh, darling,” Cait says with false sympathy, patting her cheek. “Not all of us can be spoiled little Daddy's girls.”
“Are we pretending Daddy needs to work for a living?” Vi says dryly, hooking a finger in Cait’s waistband. Cait removes her hand firmly. She cannot be hours late for work. Again.
Vi grins, well aware of what she’s doing, and when she crooks a finger Cait leans down for a brief kiss.
“Okay, go, save the city from itself. I’ll be here, keeping your cock warm.”
Cait rolls her eyes and drags a pillow over Vi’s face, pushing it down on her muffled cackles as she turns and leaves.
“Daddy’s home!” Cait calls lightly. Spring has come and there’s no overcoat for her to hang up, though her briefcase is, as usual, dumped unceremoniously by the sidetable.
“In the living room!” Vi calls, and Cait kicks her boots off in relief and follows the sound of her wife’s voice.
When she finds her, she leans a shoulder against the door frame and tilts her head.
“I see the assignments don’t stop when I come home from work,”
“I’m your favorite task on your to-do list, cupcake.”
Vi gives her a toothy little smile, settled comfortably on her knees, naked and impossibly lovely, settled before the couch where, on a cushion, is the harness and a strap she particularly likes lately.
Cait pads over and strokes Vi's hair, cups her chin to inspect her, then bends and kisses her deeply. “Just look at you, Daddy’s lovely girl. Are you wearing anything at all?”
In response Vi leans forward and folds her arms on the couch cushion, knees spread and back arched, displaying the metal flare of the plug in her cunt, the engraved Kiramman crest shining with her juices.
“Gorgeous,” Cait murmurs. “Stay just like that for Daddy while I wash up.”
Vi obeys beautifully, of course, her face dreamy and content when Cait comes back in, her eyes roving hungrily over her good girl, waiting so patiently as Cait lets her hair down, sheds her clothing, and buckles the harness on.
“Sit back, pet,” Cait says. “Daddy had a long day. Come here, won’t you?” She fists the curved black cock loosely, knees spread.
Vi starts at the inside of her right knee, eyes lidded, scattering kisses and soft wet bites up the insides of Cait’s thighs, rubbing her cheek against the strap like a contented cat. She mouths along the line of harness, kisses the moles decorating Cait’s stomach before licking slowly through her labia, spreading the gathered wet. She presses teasing, sucking kisses to Cait’s clit, and continues it up the shaft of the strap, laving her tongue up the underside, sucking sweetly on the head.
Arousal builds and her tension ebbs and Cait sighs contentedly, guiding Vi with a loose fist in her hair. Her whole body feels pleasant, unspooled and heavy like a well-fed snake. She holds the base of the strap loosely, angles it to make it easier for Vi to swallow and praises her when her lips kiss Cait’s fist. When Vi lets the head rest on her tongue, mouth open and waiting, Cait spits on it and feeds it down her throat, hips rocking off the couch with her thrusts. Vi pulls off with a whine after that and buries her face in Cait’s pussy, licking and sucking, and Cait holds her there with a fist at the back of her head until she comes all over that perfect face.
Vi catches her breath slumped against Cait's thigh, eyes closed and a little smile playing around her mouth, voice rough as she answers Cait’s questions about her day.
She visited the Firelights, she got lunch with Ekko, she did some shopping and got a new shirt, and she came home to get ready for Daddy.
“Wonderful, that sounds like a good day,” Cait says, fondly, tugging lightly at her hair. “Come up here, pet.” Vi rises up smooth and easy, the bunching of her shoulders and thighs stunning as she settles on Cait’s lap, kissing her eagerly her hips already rocking, rubbing her cunt over the length of the dildo.
Cait kisses her back, slipping her fingers between them and pinching Vi’s clit to get her to arch up, breaking the kiss with a gasp. Her clit feels swollen and hard between Cait's fingers and she rolls it consideringly, wondering if Vi got off at all, or if she’s been saving it.
Vi whines, rising up on her knees, but there’s nowhere for her to go. It does put her breasts right in Cait's face, but the angle she has to turn her head is awkward.
“Hold these up for Daddy,” she says and Vi lets go of Cait’s shoulders to cradle her tits, presenting them for her Daddy as asked, who plays with her pierced nipples, biting them cruelly and sucking until her mouth tastes like metal and sweat. She plucks and twists her clit the whole time, not consistent or direct enough to make Vi come, but enough to wind her up tight and keep her there.
“Daddy, Daddy, please Daddy, oh-ah! Please, I’ve been waiting, please, I want your cock, Daddy,” Vi babbles, still holding her tits for Cait, dripping all over her fingers, her lap.
“Eager thing, trying to get on Daddy’s dick when you’re already full,” Cait says, gently mocking as she lets go of Vi’s clit with one last tweak and slides her fingers back, petting the body-hot engraved metal base of the plug, rocking it within Vi, who lets out a shaky breath.
“Oh god,” Vi pants eagerly. “It’s not as good as your cock, Daddy.”
“Spoiled,” Cait says, indulgently, and pulls the plug free. Vi cries out, the slick she’s been soaking the fat little metal cock in spilling out all down her thighs, over Cait’s hand and drips into her lap. Cait sets the plug on the side table and guides Vi down onto her cock, kissing her whimpers of relief off her lips. Vi’s arms come around her shoulders and as she starts to bounce her strong, thick body on her Daddy’s cock, Cait thinks that Vi was utterly correct, she is Cait’s favorite task.