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Caitlyn gazed out the train's window as the mountainous terrain rushed by at high speed. In the distance, she could already see the capital city of Zaun. The sky above it was shrouded in thick grey smog, and she squinted, trying to spot the royal family's castle.
Today marked one week since she received a letter from her sponsor in which she was politely asked if she would be willing to serve as an Archon for the royal family of Zaun. For the King of Zaun, specifically.
A King. She never wanted to serve a man. She would never choose to serve a man—whether alpha, omega, or beta. But her circumstances were far from ordinary. Caitlyn slid down in her seat, looking at the ceiling and listening to the quiet clatter of the train's wheels. She wasn't worried someone might see her in this "not-so-graceful" position. She was alone in the carriage anyway.
"An Archon is grace, dignity and strength," Caitlyn remembered the motto of the Academy.
She kicked her shoes off and put her feet on the seat before her. It was empty anyway. Grace, dignity and strength - three things that were shoved into her. All her life, she was put into shackles - of the society, of the status of her family, of her position as the Archon.
The invitation to serve her sponsor was an opportunity to shake off at least some of them. Although it came with the weight of serving a man—likely an alpha—she could at least leave the House of Kiramman behind.
It wasn't that Caitlyn couldn't afford her studies. Her house was wealthy and influential, and her mother would gladly pay for her tuition just to have Cait strapped to her skirt for the rest of her life. When the opportunity arose, and the Director came to her with a letter from an anonymous sponsor, Caitlyn accepted it, though not without hesitation. After all, it was a chance to escape, and at fourteen years old, Caitlyn seized it.
This sponsor covered all seven years of her education and every week, she wrote him a letter, telling him about her hardships and accomplishments, about breaking her first gem when it couldn't hold her power, and about her roommate, who was a year older and whom Caitlyn affectionately referred to as her "older sister." Their relationship wasn't exactly sisterly, but the girls had their needs and helped each other more than occasionally.
There were things that she kept for herself, of course. No sponsor should know what she did behind closed doors, but she was generally open and honest. In the end, she crafted an image of this sponsor that was so fatherly she fully saw the King of Zaun as her second dad. She was probably right, as the only Zaun representative she saw at her graduation ceremony was an older man with a crooked nose and kind eyes. He smiled at her, watching her battle dance, and promptly left. She hadn't even had the chance to express her gratitude to him before he was gone.
Perhaps he was her new Master. Caitlyn touched a small golden box that sat beside her. She ran her thin finger over its surface, feeling every bump of its ornate design. Inside were only two items: a ring and a gemstone that would fit into the empty socket of her single earring. The Deadly Dance Amethyst - a purple-coloured gem lying there dormant, waiting to be activated by the King of Zaun and link Caitlyn's life with his forever.
She could only hope that he was a decent human being—someone who wasn't creepy, preferably married, and, ideally, completely uninterested in her. Caitlyn knew some Archons had relationships with their Masters. Some even married theirs. Some Archons even birthed children for their Masters.
However, he was a man, and Caitlyn did not want men in her bed. Regardless of whether she was an omega, not all alphas excited her. She had no intention of entering into a relationship with a male, and the nanomachines that suppressed her pheromones and heats ensured that she couldn't act on her basic instincts, forcing her to think rationally.
She knew that omegas, who weren't so lucky to have nanomachines in their bloodstream, struggled to control themselves during their heats and that some alphas took advantage of this. This world was cruel to omegas, confining them to strict roles that society deemed acceptable.
The fact that Archons could only be omegas was ironic. In a world where her kind was only seen as an incubator for a baby or wife material, the existence of the elite bodyguards - whose bodies were carefully engineered to be perfect killing machines was like a slap in the face for many narrow-minded individuals.
Despite regular protests around the world, the thing remained unchanged: only a female omega could become an Archon. The nanomachines injected into her veins on the first day in the Academy triggered allergic reactions in males. These particles were barely active in female alphas, only slightly raising their strength. In female omegas, the nanomachines produced effects that far exceed scientific expectations.
With a simple kiss on the earring, Archon's powers could be activated by her Master. Nanomachines allowed them to materialise their armour and weapons, making them stronger than an army. That was the purpose of the Archons; - hundreds of years ago, millions of humans lost their lives in warfare. After the Academy was established, most conflicts were resolved through battles between Archons, who acted as champions for their countries, saving countless lives.
Although being an Archon was an elite and desired position, it came with limited options. An Archon could either stay in the Academy as a professor or serve her Master, who could be a family member or someone else able to afford a companion.
Caitlyn blinked at the ceiling, suddenly remembering she would be the only Archon in Zaun. This country had been poor for centuries, nestled in the mountains and ruled by leaders who failed to lift it out of poverty. Only in the last few decades had Zaun begun to grow, building factories and mines and finally earning the status of a developing country. Only now, the King of this nation could afford to have an Archon.
The view outside the window was better than Caitlyn had expected, yet still fell short of her hopes. The train slowed down as it passed through the city. The smog was thicker on the outskirts, where most factories were located. The town itself appeared… unimpressive. Grey, tall apartment buildings with simple architecture lined the densely populated, narrow streets, giving off a somewhat dull initial impression. However, the small bazaars and colourful shops added a touch of charm.
Caitlyn interlocked her fingers on her stomach, trying to look at the city with an open mind. This place would be her home until she either fell in battle or followed her Master's natural death, so there was no point in being overly critical of it.
The train came to a sudden stop, and Cait sighed. She removed her legs from the seat, sat upright, and slipped her feet back into her shoes, assuming a more respectable pose. Caitlyn ran her hand over the red velvet of the seat and picked a golden box up just as two men entered the carriage.
One of them, short and thin with thick eyebrows and a nifty outfit, cleared his throat. Caitlyn smiled, slowly turning her head to meet his gaze. She deliberately did it slowly, her eyes wide open, her lips stretched into an unnatural, eerie smile.
He jolted, taking a step back, and it amused her. She had been bored out of her mind during these thirteen hours of travel, sitting idly and doing relatively nothing. She could have read a book, but her scattered thoughts disrupted her concentration, leaving her to gaze out the window for hours as the train carried her to a distant land into the arms of someone she didn't know.
"M-m-miss Archon!" a lanky man finally squeezed out, trying to evade the intense gaze of Caitlyn's piercing eyes. "We had arrived. P-p-please, prepare to meet the King!"
"I don't see the castle," Caitlyn tilted her head to the side, still peering into the face of the thin man whose face was coloured in various shades of red.
"We will need to drive for a while," a tall, big man adjusted his glasses, easily meeting Caitlyn's gaze. She smirked and hummed, finally blinking. At least this one had some balls. Impressive for a beta boy.
Indeed, a car was waiting for them outside the train station. Still, Caitlyn needed to walk through the platforms where the people hurried about their business. She gathered a small stadium of onlookers while walking through the building.
"Look! It's the Archon!"
"She looks like a regular girl."
"Whoah, she's beautiful!"
These were the positive commentaries. But Caitlyn's sharp eyes caught some irritated gazes, her sharp hearing detecting angry whispers.
"There are still people starving in the streets and the King spending money on dressed-up bitch."
"What's the point of having her? We can deal with our shit ourselves!"
"I bet one of her dresses costs as much as the yearly salary of a factory worker."
Caitlyn met the eyes of the one in the front rows, who threw angry gazes at her and smiled. It startled the poor gentleman, and he stepped back into the crowd. Little did he know that at this point, without her gem, Caitlyn was just a little bit sturdier than a regular human.
If they were a little smarter, they could take her down right here in the middle of the train station, and their taxes would be a bit safer. Caitlyn shook the intrusive thought off and dived into the car.
The drive was short enough for her not to start overthinking and falling into anxiety. But long enough to regret that she doesn't have her powers yet and can't shut Mylo up. He read through the contract so many times that even Claggor, who sat quietly beside him, started sighing loudly and rolling his eyes.
They finally arrived, and Caitlyn fought the urge to jump out of the car and run away as fast as she could.
The castle was as unimpressive as the other parts of the city, but the stumpy building looked cosy. Its warm, brown colour calmed the eye, and the main entrance was adorned with purple flowers. Violets. Someone made an effort to remember Caitlyn's favourite plants. Perhaps she had mentioned them in one of her letters. Or had she?
The ceremony was as pompous as it was meant to be. Claggor opened the car door for Caitlyn, and she slowly ascended the stairs, her heart pounding in her ears. This was it—her destiny would be sealed in just a few minutes, binding her to someone she had never seen. Caitlyn swallowed hard, squeezing a small golden box in her hands.
It took her a minute to finally look up and meet the gaze of the King of Zaun. She gathered all her strength so as not to let out the longest, loudest sigh of relief when she saw the face of her new Master.
The King was an alpha woman. She was slightly shorter than Cait and built like a Goddess of War. Her short, pink hair was tied into a bun on the back of her head. She was clad in simple metal armour, and her long, deep red cape hung heavily behind her back.
Caitlyn lowered onto her knee before the King of Zaun, suppressing a smile. The day suddenly became brighter, and Cait's heartbeat drowned in the loud roar from the streets when the people saw the ruler of their country.
She heard Mylo approaching, unrolling a letter that he had transformed into a scroll on his way to the castle. The King's alpha pheromones were thick and tart with emotion, engulfing Caitlyn in a strange, trance-like state. She knew that the nanomachines in her blood buzzed, neutralising the response to the King's alpha, but she still felt slightly more… bothered than she should have been. Maybe these weren't pheromones. After all, the King was extremely handsome.
"... and with this pact, Caitlyn Kiramman, the gracious Archon, offers her life to Violet Lanes, the King of Zaun," Mylo finished and squeezed the paper so hard it almost crumpled in his hands. He gasped for air before continuing, his voice trembling. "Do you agree to serve Zaun, its King, and its people, Archon Kiramman?"
"I do," Caitlyn answered simply, her voice strong and steady.
She felt the King kneeling before Cait. With slightly shaky hands, she took the gem and put it into the slot in Caitlyn's earring, her calloused fingers brushing over the omega's delicate skin. Cait followed, placing a ring on her new Master's finger.
A shiver went down her spine when she kissed the gem on her new King's ring, sealing the pact forever. The buzz deep in her bones wasn't painful, but she felt a slight change in her body when the nanomachines rearranged, programing her body to serve the Master and linking their DNA. Would she die, Violet will die with her, their bodies evaporating into a mist.
The simple and short ritual that looked so much like a marriage was more than that. It was a link stronger than anything that existed in this world, stronger than fleeting feelings between two humans. Only death could separate them now.
Caitlyn stood up, finally taking a good look at her Master. It seemed like the King had exactly the same thought, and they peered at each other for a minute, ignoring the cheers from the crowd.
Violet had a pair of beautiful powder-blue eyes that darted between Caitlyn's face and the swell of her breasts under her deep blue dress. She was built nicely—strong, wide frame, thick biceps that stretched the fabric of her red shirt. Black leather and metal armour plates covered her torso, highlighting the width of her shoulders and the narrowness of her hips.
Caitlyn caught the King gawking back at her and smiled, showing her teeth. She knew she also looked impressive - tall, slender, gorgeous. Her dark blue silky hair contrasted nicely with her pale skin and piercing sapphire-blue eyes. Her curves were highlighted by an artfully crafted knee-high deep-blue dress adorned with white frills and golden embroidery.
Cait remembered her disappointment when given an Amethyst instead of Sapphire, which would look much better with her eye colour. But the blue gem wasn't strong enough to hold her power. Cait went through seven gems while in Academy, which had happened before with other Archons but still was considered a rare show of power.
Now, looking into Vi's eyes, she thought that Amethyst was probably given to her by destiny itself. A perfect mix of their colours - pink and dark blue. Maybe it didn't go as nicely with her eyes and dress, but it was perfect for them as an Archon, and her Master and Cait made instant peace with the purple gem.
She saw the King swallowing thickly when her eyes fell on Caitlyn's lips, her strong neck bobbing. They both were unmarked, and Caitlyn felt strange relief washing over her. It's not like she wanted a chance with this woman anyway. No, she was trained to be a professional. Caitlyn followed the King towards her throne to stand beside it.
The main hall wasn't very large, and the throne itself looked more like a glorified armchair, its deep red velvet worn out by generations of royal asses brushing against it.
Caitlyn stood beside the throne, her hands clasped behind her back. She could hold this position for hours, silently observing the people around her. Thanks to the nanomachines coursing through her veins, she didn't tire as quickly as a regular human, allowing her to remain still while her blue eyes scanned the faces of the crowd that had gathered to greet and congratulate the King.
Violet was different. She managed to sit upright for only a few minutes before slumping down on her throne and crossing her foot over her knee. She nodded to some people with a distant and composed demeanour while greeting others with a warm, familial smile.
Caitlyn could see why - the people of Zaun were nothing like those in Piltover. Some appeared decent, dressed in simple clothes that bore the marks of hard manual labour and countless battles. Others looked as if they had emerged from the chem labs, covered in tubes with liquid that looked like it was taken from a bucket of toxic waste. Caitlyn could smell intoxicating substances coming from them.
They looked at her with the same suspicion. A yordle who wore prosthetics to make him look taller spat on the ground, looking her straight in the eyes. The spit was bright purple.
"It's nice to finally see you home, Miss Kiramman. "A wide frame obscured her view of the monstrous yordle.
It was the same man who Caitlyn mistook for a King. Tall, kind face, crooked nose. He smiled at her and extended his hand to shake Caitlyn's. He was warm to the touch, the skin on his palms as calloused as Vi's.
"I have seen you at the graduation ceremony. I thought you were the King," Caitlyn looked into his eyes, searching for the answers, but he laughed.
"Are you disappointed?" the man gave a thunderous chuckle, throwing a mischievous look at Violet, who blushed deeply.
"No, on the contrary," Caitlyn gave him a small smile, lifting her chin. "I am happy I will serve her Majesty, but I will not lie. I was confused at first."
"My apologies, Miss Kiramman. I will make it up to you somehow," the man said, giving her a small, respectful bow. "My name is Vander. I am the King's advisor and Right Hand."
"It's nice to meet you, Advisor Vander," Caitlyn gave him a respectful bow.
"Take good care of Violet, Miss Kiramman," Vander nodded back at her. "Our King is quite reckless."
"You can send me to the battlefield, you know, Your Majesty?" Caitlyn sounded offended.
She stood there for a week, being beautiful beside the King's throne. For a week, she saw people coming and bringing news about new attacks on the city. For a fucking week, she watched her King giving her bashful, longing gaze before sending her to "relax because she will be back soon".
For a damned week, she watched Vi take her huge mechanical gauntlets and storm away, only to return battered and beaten but, thankfully, victorious.
"Why would I do that if I can handle it myself?" The King looked baffled, and Caitlyn rolled her eyes.
"Because you spent a shit ton of money just to make me finish my education? Because I agreed to link my life with yours and fight in your stead so you could, finally, focus on your duties as a ruler of this country," Caitlyn gave Vi an angry gaze, folding her arms over her chest. She saw Vi's eyes fall on her breasts when she pushed them up with the movement and bit her lower lip. "Because I kneeled to you, offering my soul and body."
"I…," the King stammered, looking everywhere but not into Caitlyn's eyes. "I can't. I treasure you too much."
"Why?" Caitlyn froze, watching the King of Zaun with disbelief.
She couldn't understand this woman. Throughout her life, everyone had wanted something from Cait —whether it was her status as the daughter of House Kiramman or her powers as the Archon. Even her own mother viewed her as a tool for trade and control.
For perhaps the first time in her life, Caitlyn felt a sense of relief. The constant tension remained, but the burden of expectations was slowly lifting from her shoulders. She felt a warmth pooling low in her abdomen and cursed herself internally. Her body had a ridiculous tendency to react like this to even the smallest acts of kindness. It was pathetic. She felt miserable, almost like a touch-starved stray animal leaning into any sign of affection.
Caitlyn was far from being a virgin. She didn't lack physical interaction between herself and her multiple lovers. These relationships were fleeting, though, based either on empty lust or mutual attraction that never went anywhere.
The Academy always encouraged sexual relationships between its pupils, believing that it could reinforce friendships between the girls and lower the possibility of a young undergraduate, filled with power and energy, running away in search of an adventure for her sore cunt. Caitlyn never lacked in this department - and the Archons in their enclosure became quite artsy in bed.
What she lacked was someone who truly cared for her. She had never had anyone who looked at her in awe, not because she was an elite omega filled with nanomachines, but because they felt something for her as a woman, as a human being—even though she hardly considered herself one.
"Because I like you, Caitlyn," the King affirmed her suspicion. "And I don't want to lose you. This is my war. Silco is my problem. His spreading influence is the fault of my arrogance. I am not going to put you in danger because of this deranged asshole and his inhuman experiments."
"Vi," Caitlyn sighed, but her voice bore no irritation. She saw the hairs on the King's forehead moving under her breath and only now understood how close their faces were to each other. "I am made for fighting. I was created so I could do it for you, to minimise the human losses."
"You are also a human!" The King frowned, but Caitlyn saw faint signs of blush when she heard the omega calling her by the nickname.
"Hardly," Caitlyn laughed. "That's why you can use me. I am almost unbreakable, faster than most, stronger than most. My body can take more than any human's."
"You are human, Cait," Vi touched Caitlyn's cheekbone, rubbing her calloused finger over the omega's soft skin.
How could the hands of the King be so rough? How, at the same time, could these huge hands be so gentle? Caitlyn leaned into the touch, taking in the warmth of these big, wide palms. She let out an involuntary whine and gritted her teeth, immediately pulling out of the touch. She really is pathetic.
Vi didn't let her back away too far, her hand slipping on the back of Caitlyn's neck. She paused momentarily, watching Cait's face closely, letting the omega know she could pull away at any time. But Caitlyn stayed, engulfed in the King's warmth and musky scent of arousal, her jaw slightly agape, her eyes darting from blue-grey eyes to scarred lips.
The kiss they collided into was raw and rough, Vi's tongue pushing Caitlyn's lips apart, intruding into her mouth. Cait sucked on it, making Vi moan and grind her hips into Caitlyn's in a heated desperation.
Vi touched the swell of Caitlyn's breasts still hidden under her dress, cupping soft flesh with her palms as if she wanted to size them. Caitlyn arched into the touch, but the stiff material of her dress was too thick to allow her aching body to feel anything but the rubbing of the gritty texture over her sensitive skin.
She whined, disappointed, trying to find any friction against Vi's broad body, and it seemed that the alpha felt the same frustration, her hands leaving Caitlyn's breasts and slipping down behind her back. She gave Caitlyn's ass a good, firm squeeze before reaching for the bow on her lower back and untying it.
"Wait, it's just an accessory," Caitlyn laughed, pulling away from Vi's lips.
She stepped back, unclasping a hidden fastener on her shoulders and letting her dress slip to pile around her ankles. She wanted to lean back into Vi's touch, but the King was frozen in place, her eyes wide open, her pupils enlarged, her gaze straight on Caitlyn's breasts.
Vi swallowed thickly, tearing her eyes off Caitlyn's chest with difficulty, her gaze now on her hips, her toned stomach, her thighs. Her pupils flared even larger when her eyes fell on Caitlyn's pink cunt, already glistening with slick.
"Fuck, you are beautiful," Vi exhaled in admiration, her eyes finally on Caitlyn's face.
"I know," Caitlyn shrugged, giving Vi a sly smile.
"I love your confidence," Vi laughed, touching Caitlyn's stomach. Her fingers slipped lower and lower until her fingertips brushed against Cait's clit, swollen in arousal.
"Don't you want to fuck the brat out of me?" Caitlyn purred, looking straight into Vi's eyes, her thighs parting under Vi's teasing touches.
She had plenty of sex in her life, probably more than many other omegas. She fucked alphas too, but there were no feelings behind it, at least not from Caitlyn's side. Vi made her feral like no one did before. Maybe these were nanomachines working, making her feel more than a simple attraction for this woman, who she was linked to. But she didn't care. The feeling was too strong to battle, and Caitlyn gave in, spreading her legs wider so Vi could dip her finger into her soaking pussy.
She gasped when Vi pushed one finger inside, then the second, curling them inside. She obviously knew what she was doing, and Caitlyn squirmed, her hips bucking towards Vi's hand, trying to down herself deeper onto these thick, rough fingers.
"I thought you were a virgin," Vi chuckled into Cait's open mouth, catching her lower lip and sucking on it. It could leave a bruise, but Caitlyn's body was filled with nanomachines for a reason, and the swell and redness subsided a few seconds after Vi let go of her lip.
"Are you disappointed?" Cait moaned out, watching Vi's hand working between her thighs.
The King fingered her slowly, rotating her wrist and spreading Cait's cunt apart, her fingers curling right when and where it was needed. Caitlyn watched her own thighs trembling, Vi's fingers making her stay on edge when she rubbed some spots in her cunt that Caitlyn was never aware of. Vi saw her gasping and shaking and slowed her pace, keeping Caitlyn right where she wanted to - on edge, but not enough to reach the desired release.
Cait thrust her hips towards Vi's hand, trying to impale herself deeper onto these thick, long fingers, but Vi grabbed her ass and steadied her. Cait whined in disappointment, her gaze hazy on Vi's face. She opened her mouth, asking for a kiss and as soon as Vi's tongue was in her throat, she kicked her heels off and cut these three inches off her height, finally pushing herself down onto Vi's fingers. The King chuckled in surprise when she felt her knuckles drowning into the Archon's needy, wet cunt.
"You are crafty, aren't you?" Vi dry-humped against Cait, who was trashing on her fingers, moving them both closer to the bed. Her breaths were laboured despite her amazing self-control. Any alpha would fold already, watching a beautiful omega opening up like this before them, but Vi was made from stronger substances. "You will never disappoint me, baby. Never. It's good that you aren't a virgin. You would have a harder time taking me if you weren't."
"Bragging, aren't we?" Caitlyn breathed out, riding the remains of her orgasm off on Vi's fingers. She knew Vi didn't lie; even the scent of her thick pheromones gave her an idea of how gifted the alpha was, and then there was this bulge on her pants that mesmerised Caitlyn even when Vi wasn't hard. She still teased, dancing on Vi's fingers.
She saw an alpha slowly losing her mind, watching Cait's hips rotating on her fingers.
Caitlyn put her hand on Vi's bulge, dragging her fingers over the thick length of her cock, which twitched under her touch. Cait's walls clenched around Vi's fingers when she felt that, and the King growled, pushing her fingers deeper inside as if she wasn't already knuckles deep into the drenched hole.
They stumbled closer towards the bed, Vi finally pulling her fingers out of Caitlyn's cunt. The Archon whined from the loss of touch and warmth, suddenly feeling absolutely, devastatingly empty. Vi dropped the omega on her back, crawling on top of her, her mouth on every inch of Caitlyn's body. She sucked the trail of small hickeys down her throat, nibbling and biting on the tender flesh that healed immediately after the blood pooled under the broken skin.
Caitlyn liked how immediately rough the alpha was with her, how she was spread under her. How Vi's strong hands pushed her thighs wide apart. She rubbed her bulge over Caitlyn's pussy, the rough material of her pants soaking with omega's juices. Cait felt the thick cock twitching, but Vi wasn't eager to take it out, instead dry-humping into Cait and savouring her body with her lips.
It felt like a reward when Vi finally pulled her cock out, hard as a rock and rubbed its veiny length over Caitlyn's clit. It was impressive - almost as thick as Caitlyn's wrist, with signs of an even thicker knot swelling near the base of the shaft. The broad tip was glistening with pre-cum that Vi rubbed all over Caitlyn's spread, puffy cunt.
"Why do you think that I could be a virgin?" Caitlyn asked, trying to get herself distracted from watching the thick string of pre-cum stretching between the reddened tip of Vi's cock and her swollen clit.
"Because when I asked for you, your director sent me a whole book about how to handle an Archon." Vi sucked hard on Caitlyn's neck, right under her ear and pulled away, watching the large bruise healing right before her eyes. "The underline was that you all were pure and gentle, and I assumed the Academy raised you like a nun in the secret order or some shit."
"Oh, That's for the creeps," Caitlyn breathed out, bucking her hips to meet the thickness of Vi's cock. "We fuck. A lot."
"Mhm. I can see that. Your little pussy looks so innocent, so small, but she clenches so greedily around my fingers," Vi sucked another hickey under Cait's sharp jaw, and it made her let out the loudest moan, her legs spreading apart wider.
"I am not loose," Caitlyn gasped, feeling the tip of Vi's cock over her entrance.
"You are just right for me, cupcake," Vi pushed her cock inside, slowly stretching Caitlyn apart.
It felt like fireworks in her head, and Cait arched into the initial thrust with hunger. They stayed locked like this for a moment, kissing before Vi started moving, slowly at first, gradually upping the tempo. Caitlyn was wet enough to let it all in, lewd, sloppy sounds and the stench of sex filling the room. She wanted to give herself up to her alpha, her blunt nails digging into Vi's tattooed broad back.
She felt Vi's teeth grazing over her throat, leaving swiftly healing marks all over her chest and neck. Caitlyn wanted Vi to mark her as hers, but she understood it wasn't possible. At least not right now, when they barely knew each other. She didn't even know if Vi wanted her as her partner for life or if she was just a fun fling, a co-worker with benefits.
She whined when Vi's teeth left her throat and moved to nibble at the tender skin over her clavicles, then lower, marking the skin on her chest, on her breasts. She sucked Cait's nipple in, rolling her tongue over it, making Caitlyn's back arch into her mouth.
Vi fucked Cait into the mattress with slow, strong thrusts, making the bed move under them. Caitlyn felt Vi's fist clenching the sheet over her head, her face firmly against her throat. Vi moaned, bottoming out, her swelling knot pressing hard over Caitlyn's entrance. She rested for a bit before resuming her thrusts, her balls slapping on Cait's ass wetly.
"S-stop," Cait suddenly pushed her hand against Vi's chest, stalling her.
"What's the matter, baby? Am I too big?" Vi's face was full of concern, her eyes darting over Cait's with worry.
"Ah, don't flatter yourself," Caitlyn giggled, locking her long legs around Vi's waist and pushing her deep inside to reassure the King that it was not out of discomfort but out of concern. "My nanomachines make sex more or less safe, but I still can get pregnant."
"Oh," Vi relaxed.
Cait saw Vi's face going from anxious to tense, her cock twitching inside her pussy. She felt warm cum filling her and sighed, hoping that her nanomachines would play their part in saving her ass from unwanted pregnancy. These were safe days for Cait, but you'll never know.
"I'm sorry!" Vi looked terrified, pulling her cock out with a sloppy, wet sound.
"It's okay. I am sure nanomachines will do their job, but your Highness, you are easily excited, aren't you?" Caitlyn gave Vi a sly smirk and pressed her opened palm on Vi's chest, making her roll over to lay on her back.
"I, uh…, I will be more careful, Cait," Vi said, wrapping her hands around Caitlyn's snatched waist and engulfing it in her grip. "I will wait until you want to have a baby with me, princess."
"I am not a princess," Caitlyn laughed. She suddenly felt warm inside, watching Vi's eyes on her, filled with so much adoration it was slightly overwhelming, and she averted her gaze, instead shifting her attention to smearing her slick over her ass and Vi's cock.
"I can make you one," Vi gasped, feeling Caitlyn putting the tip of her still-hard cock against her tight ass. "I-if you want to, of course."
"Oh, shut up," Cait leaned in to kiss Vi and drown her stuttering.
It wasn't a conversation she was ready for. Instead, Cait sat up and slowly lowered herself on Vi's cock, stopping only when the swell of the King's large knot hit the rim of her ass. She felt her empty cunt clenching around nothing, but the thick cock in her ass felt no less pleasant, and she started moving up and down, slowly at first, letting herself adjust to the King's girth.
She sank on Vi's cock, burying it deep inside, her clit touching the happy trail on the King's lower stomach. Cait let herself rub against it to subside the burning in her needy, empty cunt. She wouldn't be against something as thick and long in her other hole, but the cock in her ass felt good enough, and she put her hand on Vi's chest to lean on it and help herself move.
"I'm gonna…," Vi whined, catching Caitlyn's jumping breasts into her hands and squeezing her nipples.
"Don't be shy, Your Majesty," Caitlyn grinned, impaling herself deep onto the swelling cock, feeling the knot pulsing against her entrance. "Use me. My body can take it."
Vi didn't think twice now. She took Caitlyn's waist into her grip and plummeted Caitlyn's ass with reckless abandon, making her titts jump right over the King's face. She let Cait's waist go, grabbing her ass instead and spreading her apart, her cock thrusting into Cait's hole in powerful, fast movements.
"You can come inside," Caitlyn dropped on Vi's chest, unable to hold herself upright on her trembling arms. "You can knot my ass. I can take it."
"Cait," the King grabbed the back of her neck, baring her throat and sinking her teeth into the tender flesh right over Caitlyn's scent gland.
Cait came hard while Vi was marking her - or at least trying to, because the bite healed instantly. Vi bit again, breaking the skin and sucking Caitlyn's blood. She pushed her cock inside in one powerful thrust that made Caitlyn come again, howling in pain and pleasure. She ground the orgasm off on Vi's happy trail, the hairs giving her some friction against her swollen clit.
She felt Vi filling her ass with hot, thick cum, coming out in powerful, short spurts. The King grunted, burying the knot deeper into Cait's ass, making her arch into the last thrust, kissing along her already healed neck.
"Fuck, you are beautiful," Vi gasped when Cait sat upright and rotated her hips on Vi's cock. She knew she looked fine and allowed Vi to admire the view and run her hand along her curves.
Vi's palm lingered over Caitlyn's lower stomach, swollen with cum and knot, a shadow of longing marring her features. Cait couldn't help but run her thumb over Vi's lips, the scar on her upper one, and the freckles on her cheekbones.
"Will you let me fight now, my King?" Caitlyn pushed her hips against Vi's, taking her cock even deeper. Vi gasped, jerking her hips to meet the sudden movement.
She shot another unexpected spurt of cum, her hands all over Caitlyn's body, but when their eyes met, Vi still had a shadow of doubt seated deep in her gaze.
"Should I fuck this distrust out of you?" Cait leaned over, catching Vi's lower lip between her teeth and biting hard, leaving a reddish bruise on her skin.
"Well, try it out, cupcake, and then we can talk,” Vi rolled them over, dropped Cait on her back, and loomed over her.
They giggled, colliding into the raw, bruising kiss, the room slowly drowning in darkness. Soon, the knocking of a bedframe against the wall resumed, the air filling with scents of heated sex and thick pheromones.