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Assistant: Title: Heavy is the Crown
        Author: Luna_Monroe undefined 
        Chapter: 15/15 
        Summary: But here and now, her infatuation and endless ire with the woman next to her would only widen, growing to swallow her whole. Her mother seals their fate with a stern, decided gaze. Her mother clears her throat, her cup of tea already half drank in front of her before she speaks.
 
  “In light of yesterday, and with the threat of Noxus looming over us, I’ve decided to appoint Ser Violet to be your sworn protector. Wherever you go, she goes.”
 
  The finality in her tone steals the air from Caitlyn’s lungs. She can feel Vi stiffen next to her, her breathing an increment heavier. Caitlyn dares a side-long glance, anger dancing on the tip of her tongue, and is stunned to see Vi already staring at her, open and almost wild."
 
  
    
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    Vi, a knight of the Queen’s Guard, is personally appointed by the Queen, Cassandra Kiramman, to be the princess’s sworn protector in the wake of a blooming war with Noxus. However, the princess is as stubborn as they come and tries to thwart the knight at every possible turn.
        Contents: Chapter 15: Interlude
    

    


      
        
          Happy Knight/ princess day of CaitVi week <3 I bring you: filthI haven't gotten to edit this much yet so if you see a typo– no you didn't
            
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  Memory is a pale comparison to the way her princess’ lips feel against her own. Dreams of such a deep pleasure, ones conjured in midnight hues are nothing to what Caitlyn’s hair feels like threaded and pulled between Vi’s fingers.

  She tastes of devotion. Velvet petals and so sweet against Vi’s tongue, the flavor even more intoxicating when Caitlyn turns her head, allowing– 
  
    demanding
  
   with an untempered moan– Vi to delve deeper. Caitlyn’s own hands cling and move with a frenzied need, nails raking under Vi’s tunic. The pain is grounding, red marks inking her skin. But her hands keep moving, seeking Vi’s skin, sliding up her arms, squeezing her shoulders before curling around the back of her neck, tugging at the short hairs of her nape.

  Vi sighs into the kiss, warmth curling and spreading between every vein. Caitlyn hums when Vi opens her mouth, wanton heat fusing their mouths together. The aching familiarity of it makes Vi’s chest ache, and her own hands still hold Caitlyn’s face, knowing if she moves her hands  anywhere else on Caitlyn’s body, they would never leave this tomb.

  They kiss like they’ve done it for thousands of years, and yet they explore like only new lovers do. Vi sucks her lower lip in her mouth, sucking and keening at how giving the soft flesh is under her teeth, how delectable the skin tastes under her tongue. Over and over until their teeth clash and their tongues dance. The training yard anew, only this dance is far more enjoyable.

  She isn’t sure who pulls the other in closer, flush and melded like fire meets steel. But Vi hums at the sweet pressure of their hips meeting, of being flush with her like this. How has she ever existed before this? How did she walk away?

  It doesn’t matter. Not when Caitlyn’s tongue licks into her mouth, demanding and urgent in a way that pulls the corners of Vi’s lips up, the smirk only a hint of the reverence in her heart, the joy nestled there so great it almost hurts.

  Their lungs are the only reason they break apart, but they don’t go far. Not at all. Their breaths are ragged pants, their noses and foreheads still pressed close, as though they’re afraid to part at all. Vi knows she’s afraid– has been afraid all her life.

  But when Vi opens her eyes, she can’t contain the shuddered, “It’s you,” against her lips. The truth so quiet, shared just between them but feels like it’s moved mountains and shaken the very core of the earth. 

  Caitlyn’s hands are still carded through her hair, sliding down to cup Vi’s face, thumb stroking the skin of her cheeks. Something wet spreads along her freckles, and Vi doesn’t have the gall to feel shame of the tears. She’s held them back long enough.

  Blue eyes watch her, regard with more unguarded affection, the blue so deep now it could rival the Black Sea. “How long?” Caitlyn whispers, punctuating the question with soft, tender kisses on her lips. But she still pulls back enough for Vi to answer, always keen to get her way, even when Vi chases her. She huffs at the raised brow, the sight of her kiss swollen lips making her dizzy. “Tell me. Tell me I haven’t been alone.”

  But the challenge in Caitlyn’s eyes shoots liquid fire straight to her core, the push and pull intoxicating and thunderous. Familiar and thrilling. So Vi dares to lean forward, her teeth nipping at her bottom lip again before pulling back, her tongue and lips tasting her jaw, nibbling and kissing until she reaches her ear. Caitlyn sucks in a breath, her head turning despite herself and Vi pulls her ever closer, their br@@sts and hips so fused she knows she’ll mourn the separation.

  “Would you let me show you?”

   They don’t need words after that.

  The steep, stone stairs don’t stop them from clinging to each other. Every few steps see them caught in a storm of frenzied kisses and wandering, bold hands. The tunnels swallow the sounds of their swollen lips kissing and tongues seeking, moans she can’t discern whose throat they come from. Vi’s back slams against the wall, the tunnel barely lit but the flickering torches are enough for Vi to see the void of hunger in her princess’ eyes.

  But even blind, Vi can taste it, feel it in the way Caitlyn palms her breast, hips pinning her so painfully hard she keens, yanking midnight strands to pull her head back, lips latching onto her neck. Greed pounds in her chest, and it blooms into a deep red in the shape of her mouth on Caitlyn’s neck.

  Vi grips her shoulders, sucking and lapping at the skin before a guttural moan bleeds onto her skin, Caitlyn’s fingers dipping into the collar of her shirt, pushing under the fabric until she reaches Vi’s nipple, squeezing and pinching while her thigh presses right–

  “F@ck, Cait,” she hisses, biting down on her shoulder and drool fills her mouth at the sensation. She’s certainly been touched before, as fleeting as it was. But just this mere touch from Caitlyn is setting her skin aflame. Caitlyn pinches the pebbled flesh, her lips and teeth just as frantic as Vi’s, leaving her own marks on her jaw, her neck, licking up the column of her throat. “What’re you doing to me?”

  “Do you want me to stop?” Caitlyn husks, her lips sucking Vi’s pierced lobe, her teeth gentle and her tongue warm. Vi can only shake her head because— no. She never wants her to stop. But she needs to see her, to feel the way her bare skin will sear against her own. Right f@ck@ng now. She wants to rip every stitch of clothing from her body, replacing them with her tongue and teeth.

  Caitlyn pulls the jewel pierced through Vi’s nipple, gentle and deliberate. Tugging and twisting until suddenly the distinct sound of cloth shredding echoes off the hidden stone and Caitlyn’s fingers are replaced with her warm mouth.

  Vi shouts out, her body almost sagging against where the princess still has her pinned, the back of her head thudding against the wall. Caitlyn hums against her skin, the loose threads of her tunic flay to the sides and her mouth is so hot and fervent on her skin. Her tongue darts out, swirling and sucking.

  Vi can barely think, barely breathe and her hands twist in Caitlyn’s hair. Her hips jut out as Caitlyn’s tongue works, sparks blooming deep in her lower belly. She wants so desperately to touch her, too. But she’s at the mercy of Caitlyn’s mouth, her flesh puckered and sensitive. Teeth graze her nipple, her tongue pressing along the tip and Vi’s eyes roll to the back of her head when Caitlyn’s other hand finds her other nipple, thumb flicking and rubbing.

  “Your mouth…” Vi gasps, her chest pushing further into Caitlyn’s mouth. She hums in response, her tongue still swirling, surrounding her flesh in wet warmth. “Drives me f@ck@ng crazy.”

  Caitlyn chuckles and Vi pulls her head away from her breast then, groaning when she’s released with a wet 
  
    pop
  
  . “I could say the same of you,” Caitlyn murmurs, mirroring her own words from the library. Vi pushes off the wall, flipping them so she cages Caitlyn with her body, locking her in with a heated kiss.

  “I need you,” Caitlyn husks against her lips, and 
  
    oh,
  
   Vi’s body– no, her f@ck@ng heart– jolts as the words settle over her, almost more intoxicating than what they’re currently doing. Almost. 

  So she breaks the kiss, dragging her through the shadows until she finds where the wall shifts, pushing it open. The soft light of dusk bathes Caitlyn’s chambers when they enter, and Vi wants to fall to her knees. 

  Caitlyn wears Vi’s love bites like the finest jewels, the imprint of her mouth painting her skin. Her hair is mussed and wild, eyes dark and cheeks flushed. She would sooner worship this woman than any goddess or mountain peak. And that's exactly what she plans to do. 

  “You’re staring,” Caitlyn says coyly. But Vi doesn’t miss the shyness there, her fingers tapping against the sides of her legs. Vi closes the distance again, slow and predatory.

  “How can I not? You’ve f@ck@ng ruined me.”

  She’s aware of her own exposed body the closer she gets, her tunic still ripped down the middle, br@@sts adorned with wetness and love bites of her own. 
  
    Good.
  
   She hopes they never disappear. But she wants to return the favor now.

  She slides her hands along Caitlyn’s collar, kissing her as she grips the fabric of her red tunic. She’s seen her in this particular shirt more lately, the color bringing out her eyes and some love sick part of her trembles at seeing Caitlyn in red. Lithe fingers grip the edges of her wrists, halting her as Vi starts to tug at the material.

  “Not this one,” Caitlyn pants, pulling back enough to meet her eye. Vi can only quirk a scarred brow before Caitlyn blushes a brilliant scarlet, somehow the shade even deeper than before. “It’s… it’s yours. I quite like it.”

  Vi’s heart is erratic. She knew it looked familiar, knew it did things to her to see the princess in it. But knowing now 
  
    why
  
   makes her core throb. Vi lets go of the collar to bring one of Caitlyn’s hands to her chest, needing her to feel what this is doing to her.

  “Consider it yours, then,” she croaks, hoping she can hear what isn’t said. That Caitlyn can feel just how hard her heart beats under her skin, under Caitlyn’s splayed palm.

  Nothing will ever compare to the way Caitlyn’s bare skin feels against her own. She removes their shirts with a soft reverence, taking care to let her knuckles graze the milky expanse of Caitlyn’s ribs, her br@@sts, until the tunic falls to the rug with a quick swipe. 

  The sight steals her breath. Caitlyn’s supple chest heaves under the sinking sun, the soft light still bleeding past the silk curtains, her hair falling from its tie, drapes of midnight to blanket her skin. She watches as a pretty blush spreads from between her br@@sts, spreading like floral vines up her throat. Vi wants to taste the color, feel the heat under her tongue. 

  So she does. 

  She looks up through thick lashes when she bends down, licking up the valley of her br@@sts, hands gripping Caitlyn’s hips. Caitlyn keeps her eyes on her, and Vi doesn’t stop the soft groan that escapes at finally being able to taste her, touch her, love her the way she’s done for thousands of years it seems.

  “Vi…” Caitlyn whimpers, her hands finding purchase in the muss of Vi’s locks again. Vi keens at the sound, addicted to the way her nipple tastes, the way it feels between her teeth. The flesh is soft and warm, and Vi doesn’t deny either of them the feeling of cupping the other, her thumb delivering the same torture she endured only moments before. 

  Vi kisses and licks her way to the other nipple, sucking harder when Caitlyn’s nails rake over her shoulders, clinging and pulling at her ruined shirt. She releases her nipple, her teeth grazing softly before kissing the puckered flesh. Caitlyn doesn’t let her go far, finishing the job in the tunnels, her shirt ripping down the rest of the way. It slides from Vi’s shoulders, and Caitlyn doesn’t hesitate to follow the path of the garb with her fingertips, running along the chords of her muscles, following the ropes and vines. Inked dragon smoke and a web of leaves.

  Another weight loosens from her shoulders, her back relaxing as the absence of her sword falls away. She can’t wrap her mind around where it’s gone, only that the sound of sheathed steel resting on the ground comes from next to her, her own hands not the culprit, far too consumed with pulling Caitlyn back to her.

  They’re bare from the waist up, chests pressed together with nothing but the barrier of their skin. And they take a moment, a long moment, to just feel. Time slows as they take the other in, hands roaming and cupping flesh, their lips seeking in soft kisses that don’t lack a frenzied heat, even as they turn slow and languid. Explorative and tender as they finally just 
  
    hold
  
   one another.

  “I’ve dreamt of you since before I can remember,” Vi admits, and Caitlyn swallows the words with a gasp against her mouth, her tongue drawing out the raw admission from her body. A soft whimper she’s never heard herself make. Not from a kiss.

  “Tell me what you dream of,” Caitlyn finally says, their touches growing headier again, daring and bold. Caitlyn’s fingers splay against Vi’s abdominals, the grooves of muscle a canyon for her to roam. And Vi clings to her back, delighted and proud to feel muscle there before she smirks, her c@nt aching dangerously at the idea of finally getting what she wants. 
  
    Who
  
   she wants. She doesn’t have to settle for a cheap look alike. For her imagination, even.

  Vi nips at her jaw, a light growl crawling from her throat when Caitlyn’s fingers toy with the hem of her trousers, the leather holding them up quickly untied and dropped to the ground. Vi bites down on her shoulder, sucking the skin so it leaves a mark, claiming in the only way she can, cupping her ass and pushing a thigh between Caitlyn’s legs. 
  
    Mine.
  

  The gasped moan she gets in response is addictive and she licks and kisses her way back up to Caitlyn’s ear. “I dream of how you taste. What it would feel like for you to come on my tongue,” she whispers, warmth pooling thicker and lower in her groin. Caitlyn hums, her breathing heavy and her nails digging. “What you feel like around my fingers.” She punctuates it with another bite, another mark, soothing the spot with her tongue.

  “I confess I have similar dreams,” Caitlyn says, breathless and airy. Vi smiles against her neck, releasing the skin to leave behind a puckered mark, purple and shaped like her mouth. Goddess, she wants to cover her in them. In 
  
    her.
  

  “I know you have,” she replies cheekily, chuckling but for the blush that heats her face at the memory. Caitlyn c@cks her head, eyes flitting quickly over Vi’s face, her jaw slackening.

  “How–?”

  “You talk in your sleep, Princess,” she says quickly, quietly and not for the sake of mocking her. Never that again. She cups Caitlyn’s neck, her thumbs stroking her jaw, the rhythmic thrum of her wild pulse heady under her fingertips. “It drove me mad.”

  She pushes her tongue in Caitlyn’s open mouth then, the kiss more wanton than the ones before. Caitlyn sucks on Vi’s tongue, and Vi thinks she’ll die if she doesn’t touch her. The tips of her fingers slip beneath Caitlyn’s waistband, digging into the supple flesh of her ass, pushing her warm c@nt down on Vi’s thigh.

  Caitlyn pulls back, spit linking them together, her eyes only holding a sliver of blue. Her lips are parted and her brow furrows, gripping Vi’s jaw with a stern reverence. And Vi fears for a moment she’s gone too far. But Caitlyn brushes their lips together, teeth nipping the divet on her upper lip before she utters, “You don’t get to leave me again.”

  Vi huffs through her nose at the sentiment, crushing their lips together in a promise. She grips the backs of Caitlyn’s thighs, hoisting her up so her legs wrap around Vi’s waist. She throws her arms around Vi’s neck, her tongue now deep in Vi’s mouth, warring and desperate.

   She nearly drops her when she feels Caitlyn’s heat through the cloth of her trousers against her stomach. But she squeezes her ass, keeping their lips and tongues locked as she carries her to the edge of the bed.

  “Swear it,” Caitlyn gasps as Vi’s hands slip beneath the hem of her pants again, lifting her to get the waistband down around her hips. She pauses when they rest around her knees when she sees the serious expression set in Caitlyn’s brow. They watch each other for a moment, and Vi’s chest swells at the knowledge she was just affected by Vi’s  leaving as Vi was. She looks up from where she crouches, her scent and arousal thick between them. 

  But the distinct smell of fear is stronger. 

  She kisses the tops of Caitlyn’s bare thighs, breathing all of her in as she travels up, leaving small kisses on her chest, her throat, her chin, nuzzling their noses together as she murmurs, “I swear, Cait. Not even death can take me away from you again.”

   

  Caitlyn's palms brush errant hair from Vi’s face, and she murmurs against her lips, “If you don’t f@ck me right now I will see that we both meet that end.”

  Vi barks a laugh, the sound apparently contagious and Vi wants to bottle the sound of her princess’ laughter, devoting the way her mouth looks when she smiles to memory. And a selfish, greedy part of her revels in that she’s the cause. 

  “I am at your service, Princess,” Vi quips playfully, nipping her lips again, kissing and biting her way down.

  And the truth of it is enough for both of them as Vi finally gets Caitlyn’s goddess damned pants off her ankles, both of them chuckling when they get stuck on her feet.

  Caitlyn leans back on her elbows, indenting the bed with her bare body, the sun finally sinking behind the clouds, swallowed by the city below. And Vi thinks she likes it better like this, when the moon paints her in the hues of midnight. Like watching a goddess to her true form. She shivers at the thought, still not quite having come up from what lies below. The way she’s bound to her in more than just a vow makes her feel so much needier, the same pounding thought that’s haunted her for years– 
  
    mine.
  

  And in equal parts, she wants to 
  
    be
  
   Caitlyn’s too.

   Vi stands, needing to take her in, to see the way Caitlyn’s arousal is slick and glistening under the soft glow of the torches and stars outside, thick curls damp and Vi wants to go hunting. Caitlyn spreads her legs, and Vi’s mouth waters so much she has to swallow, her hands hovering, not sure what she wants to touch. But 
  
    needing 
  
  to so f@ck@ng bad.

  “You look nervous, Ser,” Caitlyn quips, her tone affectionate and her gaze soft. But Vi freezes, her breath hitching. 

  Her knee dips into the mattress and she crawls up Caitlyn’s body, her thigh grazing her wet heat. But she doesn’t press further, swallowing the princess’ gasp with a fevered kiss. Searing and frantic enough for their teeth to clash. But she pulls away quickly, pushing her clothed thigh against her soaked c@nt, both of them groaning at the contact.

  “Please don’t call me that. Not here. Not now,” she pleads, pulling back enough so Caitlyn can see the need in her eyes, Vi long beyond hiding it. Caitlyn takes her lower lip beneath a canine as she studies her, eyes no less darkened with want, but still pensive and open.

  “What should I call you?”

  “You know what to call me.”

  Caitlyn doesn’t waste a moment. She cranes her neck up, lips ghosting Vi’s as she coos, “Do you want to taste me, my Violet?”

  
    F@ck.
  

  Vi goes without question then, licking and kissing her way down, savoring the mole under her left breast, suckling her brown nipples one more time for good measure. Caitlyn squirms under her touch, her head thrown back, digging into the duvet.

  When Vi reaches her center, she stands again, squeezing Caitlyn’s hips when she whines at the loss. But she needs to see her work, see the way milky skin is covered in red and violet. Covered in 
  
    her.
  

  She must take too long, because her princess, her lover, lifts her head, eyes dazed and a frustrated huff blows loose strands from her face.

  She leans down, kissing her pubic bone, so close to where they both f@ck@ng ache. But she lifts up, looking at her through her lashes, a smirk pulling at her lips.

  “I’m going to ruin you for anyone else. Just like you’ve done for me,” she promises, leaning down again to blow air through damp curls, her chest blooming when Caitlyn’s hips jut upward.

  
    “Violet. 
  
  What’s taking you so lon– 
  
    ah!”
  

  She drags Caitlyn’s hips to the edge of the bed and kneels, the rug cushioning her knees. She spreads Caitlyn’s legs, pulling them over her shoulders, and finally, she swipes her tongue through soaking wet folds.

  
  

   

  “F@ck.”

  Vi’s voice rumbles against her c@nt, her tongue and lips slow in their movements.

  Warmth envelops her and she has to hold herself together so as not to come too quickly. She needs this to last as long as possible, before the sun or some distant evils rips them apart.

  
    My Violet.
  

  Hers. Just hers.

  Caitlyn grips the crown of Vi’s head, her hips rising and falling, Vi’s strong forearm wrapping around her waist, pushing her deeper into the mattress. Every sensation borders on overwhelming and yet it’s not enough.

  Her tongue takes long strokes upward, brushing her throbbing cl@t before she recedes, diving into her entrance, her walls daring her tongue to go further, begging to grip onto something. The pattern is f@ck@ng torture, death by fire and yet she never wants to stop burning.

  “Violet, oh my goddess, you feel so–” she moans when Vi hums, and she can’t help but be reminded of how Vi eats. Appreciative and focused. Now is no different. She hums against her c@nt, her jaw and tongue still working, lapping and teasing her cl@t, her lips finally closing around the bud. 

  She comes against her better wishes, the release so sudden and powerful, a sudden high pitched moan— a quick staccato keen escapes her lips, the pleasure of Vi fully surrounding her too much to hold back what her body has waited centuries for.

  Her legs pull Vi more flush with her soaked folds, the knight not seeming to mind, albeit she jolts and moans in surprise before sighing softly. She opens her eyes, still sucking gently on her cl@t while watching each shockwave of pleasure ripple through her body, like she’s waited lifetimes to see just this.

  She expects Vi to release her, to climb back up her body. But she doesn’t. Her thumbs rub her hip bones, mouth still working in softer strokes around her cl@t. When she does release her, she doesn’t go far. Her tongue moves to her entrance again, lapping at her flushed out arousal, the sounds lewd against her skin and the hungry grunts from her knight vibrate through the wetness.

  She stays there, her warm, calloused hands leaving her hips to run up her ribs, the gesture so comforting and the cool silver of her rings are warm now against the divets in Caitlyn’s skin. Caitlyn’s own hands leave the forest of her hair, stroking her forearms, her wrists still bound in leather.

  She wants it off. She wants her knight bare and splayed out just as she is, but she’s still so dizzy from the @rg@sm, and Vi’s tongue and contented hums haven’t stopped, minding the overstimulation, working Caitlyn back up again. Oh. 
  
    Oh,
  
   she sees where this is going now.

  
    I’m going to ruin you.
  

  A vow sealed the moment her knight’s knees met the floor.

  It isn’t long before the embers of her heart and core are rekindled, burning her from the inside out. Vi keeps her eyes on Caitlyn’s when she finally swipes her tongue up again, her cl@t still throbbing against the skilled muscle.

  “Keep your eyes on me, Princess. I want to see you when you come again.”

  “Vi— 
  
    hah
  
  ! Oh!”

  Her knight doesn’t tease her this time, taking her cl@t in her mouth and sucks. Hard. It’s everything and yet something is still missing. But she can’t vocalize anything that isn’t a whimper, the sound nearly turning to a shout when a knuckle breaches her, testing and stretching.

  She throws her head back, her mouth hanging open and all she can think now is—

  “More- please, Vi I need— yes!” 

  She’s so wet the rest of Vi’s finger sinks in, the pressure so perfect and when Vi groans again, loud and unabashed, Caitlyn has to steel herself, the next @rg@sm threatening to flood her.

  A sudden sting at her inner thigh makes her yelp, stops her fervent squirming and look down at where Vi kneels.

  “Watch me while I f@ck you with my tongue, Cait. Eyes on me,” she demands, but there’s no punishment in her tone. The words strum against her folds, and she knows she’ll never be able to train with Vi again and not end up right here.

  Vi waits to move again, her fingers still buried in her c@nt and she hovers with her mouth. Waiting for Caitlyn to meet her eye.

  “Good girl,” she murmurs, and her fingers curl in time with her tongue.

  But then the pressure— the fill— is gone, replaced with Vi’s tongue again. Good. She needs this to slow down while she works for a plan to get more of what she wants. Of what she wants to give.

  Vi keeps licking and sucking, her rhythm stuttering and Caitlyn can feel her knight’s shoulder move under her calf. She moves her head to the side, her mouth hanging open before she presses soaked kisses to her inner thighs, drowning the high pitched keen from her throat.

  “Are you touching yourself?”

  Vi stops altogether then to lift her head, her eyes hooded and her mouth and chin drips with everything that is 
  
    Caitlyn
  
  .

  A possessive flame burns and licks up her spine at the sight. 

  “Come here.”

  Vi huffs, giving one last kiss to her p@ssy before rising to her feet. Caitlyn sits up quickly only to yank Vi down by her belt loops, tasting the small gasp when she kisses her knight. Vi lands between her spread legs, their chests colliding and Caitlyn realizes this is closer to what she craves.

  She wants to be consumed. Surrounded and cloaked.

  Caitlyn licks her c@m from Vi’s chin, delving into her mouth. They both moan as Caitlyn tastes herself on Vi’s tongue.

  “You’re far too overdressed, my love,” she heaves, and she watches the endearment slip from her lips and land on her lover’s heart, a whimper she wants to hear over and over again. Silver eyes widen, her pupils swallowing the color she loves so much. But she loves this just the same.

  It’s work to get Vi’s pants off, both of their hands shaking and trembling over the other. But once Vi is finally bare, Caitlyn feels like she could cry.

  She’s dreamt of this. Yearned for it and waited for it. And goddess, she’s so f@ck@ng impatient now, the need warring with wanting to trace every crevice and muscle of Vi’s entire body with her tongue, marking and claiming her with deep scratches over intricate ink. 

  Vi must sense it, this bond they share unfurling like liquid gold in her veins. She kisses her softly, the act so tender in lieu of what they’d just done.

  “I’m yours, Princess. I’ve only ever been yours,” she sears the words into Caitlyn’s skin with harder kisses, the taste of her pleasure still heady and strong on Vi’s tongue. “Tell me what you want.”

  Caitlyn wants to shout her affections, to coat her in praise and loving words, lustful in nature too. But more than anything, she wants what no other woman can have.

  “I want to take care of you, too,” she croaks, her thighs squeezing Vi’s hips, their shared warmth fusing their bodies together.

  Vi sucks in a breath, her arms twitching where they bracket Caitlyn’s head and her hips push down into Caitlyn’s pubic bone. “Please.”

  Caitlyn begins to pull Vi forward, dragging her up the canvas of Caitlyn’s body.

  “Cait, what’re you—?”

  “Is this alright?”

  Strong thighs bracket her face and damp— 
  
    drenched
  
  — red curls tickle her nose. She wants to reach up, dip her tongue in what hovers above her. But she keeps her eyes on Vi’s hazy irises and a slack jaw. She won’t move until Vi allows it, the choice to surrender in her calloused palm. And it’s at this moment, she remembers the crown below, the golden wings upon a mane of red hair. Who is Caitlyn to deny this woman a throne any longer?

  “Would you prefer a different way?” Caitlyn asks, her hands coming up to caress Vi’s hips, running up her thighs and curving around her ass.

  “I don’t- I don’t know, I just want—”

  “What do you want, love?” She kisses her inner thigh, massaging the thick muscle of her ass and hips. Goddess, her smell.

  Vi whimpers again, squeezing her eyes shut and her hands reach down, threading through Caitlyn’s hair.

  “Your mouth on me. But no one's done this… I’ve not let… mmm, Cait, I—I want you to.”

  Caitlyn hums, understanding, her chest blooms and her core unfurls, walls clenching around nothing as she listens to Vi’s admission. The trust not something to toy with.

  She kisses her other thigh, her tongue darting out to taste the sweat and arousal that’s dripping from her knight’s c@nt.

  “Cait,” Vi whispers, almost more to herself.

  “I’m here. I’m yours too.”

  Vi opens her eyes, blinking and staring down at where Caitlyn lies. She lowers herself slowly, painfully slow, stopping just as Caitlyn’s nose tilts up, breathing her in.

  “Will I hurt you?” she asks shyly, her hips spasming, jerking when Caitlyn lets out a long breath. 

  “Do you trust me?” Caitlyn breathes, tilting her chin up.

  “Sh@t,” Vi trembles above her but Caitlyn sees her nod.

  “Then sit.”

  Vi lets out an indignant huff, the eye roll affectionate but quickly turning into something headier when she lowers all the way, meeting Caitlyn’s tongue.

  Her taste is heaven in flesh. Strength and savory. She wants to taste nothing else. She laps and sucks the tender, slick folds. Over and over, holding Vi’s firm hips in her hands, guiding her into a rhythm, slow and gyrating across her tongue.

  She can barely hear Vi’s babbling above her, but the grip in her hair is sharp. Grounding. And she wants more. Her own core throbs, her c@m still staining her thighs, but all she cares about is seeing what Vi looks like when she’s over the edge. What sounds will her beautiful voice make?

  Vi’s hips stutter above her, bucking and riding the flat of her tongue with a more frenzied pace, her full weight still not compounding or crushing her. She holds the ornate headboard, the wood creaking under her grip. Caitlyn pulls her down more, dipping her tongue in her entrance, swiping up until her nose and chin are drenched.

  “Caitlyn, I’m gonna— f@ck I— mmm,” Vi croaks, one hand still tangled in Caitlyn’s hair, the grip somehow tender and her thumb brushing her crown.

  “You taste so good, Violet,” Caitlyn hums, and Vi keens and whines, so vocal. So expressive. The song becoming one of her favorites.

  But then Vi lifts her hips, panting and eyes wild. Caitlyn opens her mouth to protest, her hands gripping hard muscle, trying to pull her back down. But then Vi cups her jaw, thumb swiping at the mess she’s left behind on Caitlyn’s lips. “I want you to come with me.”

  Caitlyn can’t even reply before the warmth of her inked thighs are gone, Vi twisting so their bodies press and meld together and her c@nt is brought back where it belongs.

  And Vi’s hot mouth consumes Caitlyn’s c@nt, sucking and lapping again and the warmth makes her buck her hips, her cry muffled in Vi’s folds. But then Vi grinds down, her strong arms wrapping around Caitlyn’s hips, rolling them to the side.

  The angle is equal parts lewd and invigorating. She holds onto her knight’s thighs, her mouth still working while Vi is relentless, humming contentedly now. “Much better,” she husks, again more to herself before she sends Caitlyn’s hips jolting, chasing Vi’s lips.

  She’s never felt this in all her life. Pleasuring her lover this way, while she too is at her knight’s mercy. Vi stutters against her too, taking deep, labored breaths between licking and sucking, kissing her inner thighs, her teeth sinking into flesh when Caitlyn takes her cl@t in her mouth. She isn’t sure who comes first, only that she needs to hear the sound of Vi coming over and over again. 

  She comes like she sings. Beautiful and melodic, her whole body shaking around Caitlyn’s, thighs squeezing her ears and hips jutting and rocking with every shockwave. Caitlyn keeps her tongue flat, hands rubbing Vi’s hips and thighs, the gesture a coaxing one. But the surge of wetness on her nose and tongue sends her over a second time, elation of knowing she brought her there sends white hot pleasure down her spine, a final brick of cemented gold tying them together. A bond she’s ignored for too long is too powerful to dismiss now.

  She is Vi’s, and Vi is hers.

  She hears her name being called, softly and repetitively. A mantra and a prayer. It inks her skin in the shape of Vi’s teeth, painted with their combined wetness. They disentangle, meeting in the middle with a messy kiss, the taste of themselves and each other enough to build her back up again. But truthfully, she just wants to be close.

  Vi must have the same idea. She pulls Caitlyn into her lap, hugging her close as they both come down. Their bodies stick together with slick and sweat, and Caitlyn wraps her legs around her knight’s waist, every inch of them pressed together.

  Vi tucks her face in the crook of Caitlyn’s neck, peppering kisses along the column there, her hand coming up to cup the back of her neck, the other trailing down her spine. Caitlyn clutches to the inked expanse of Vi’s back, her insides finally satiated for now, content just to be held by her. And she realizes, at the end of everything, this is all she’s ever wanted.

  
  

    
      
        
        
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