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zeroxxlhero · 17 hours ago

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Beast • Vi

Warnings: 18+ characters, werewolf! Vi, hunter! reader, blow jobs, bondage, teasing, rough fucking, talks of drugging, questionable consent, past established relationship, lingering feelings, slight possessive tendencies, descriptions of Vi having a happy trail, use of the nickname ‘puppy’ ‘baby’ ‘sweet bit,’ mentions of vampire!Caitlyn, power play, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, vaginal sex

Pairings: Vi x You

Fandom: Arcane (League of Legends)

Your job was to hunt monsters—vampires, werewolves, the undead, and anything else that wasn't considered to be human. So what happens when you've got Piltover's most infamous werewolf in your grasp and she can't control herself despite the past that was shared between the two of you?

Vi’s consciousness returned slowly, reluctantly, dragging her up from a heavy, drugged slumber. The first thing she registered was the taste—a metallic tang of blood mixed with the acrid bitterness of drugs. She gagged, her dry tongue scraping against the roof of her mouth as her body stiffened. Her head throbbed a dull, relentless ache that paired cruelly with the chill sinking into her bones.

When she finally cracked her eyes open, the dim light seared into her vision. It flickered weakly overhead, illuminating the damp, cracked concrete of the room around her. It took her a moment to register the tension in her limbs, the cold bite of steel digging into her wrists and ankles. She was suspended against the wall, arms stretched above her head and feet barely brushing the ground. She shifted, testing the bonds, and the rattle of heavy chains echoed in the silence.

Her strength surged instinctively, muscles coiling and pulling, but the cuffs didn’t budge. A sickening realization hit her as her power faltered—it wasn’t just the physical restraints. Whatever alloy these chains were made of, it was suppressing her abilities. The familiar heat of her werewolf strength, the heightened senses, the fire that fueled her—everything felt muted, like a dimly lit flame about to sputter out.

Panic and fury rose in equal measure, but a new sensation cut through the haze. A scent. Sharp, familiar, and infuriating. Her instincts sharpened, and the hairs on the back of her neck stood on end as a low growl rumbled in her chest. Her head snapped to the source, her glowing eyes narrowing as she took in the figure seated a few feet away.

There you were, lounging comfortably in a chair, legs crossed, one hand resting lazily on the armrest. The smirk on your face was maddening, a mixture of amusement and confidence that made Vi’s blood boil. You were watching her like she was an animal in a cage, the flickering light above casting shifting shadows across your features.

“Good morning, sunshine,” you said casually, your voice dripping with mockery. “Did you sleep well?”

Vi bared her teeth, the growl in her chest deepening. “You,” she spat, her voice hoarse but laced with venom. “What the hell did you do to me?”

You chuckled softly, leaning forward slightly in your chair. “Me? Oh, Vi, don’t give me so much credit. You did most of the work yourself.” Your tone was infuriatingly nonchalant like this was just another casual encounter. “You should thank me. It’s been so long since you let the wolf out. I just… helped things along.”

Her jaw tightened, her glowing eyes boring into you as she tugged at the chains again. The metal bit into her wrists, drawing a thin line of blood, but she didn’t stop. She couldn’t stand the smug look on your face, the way you seemed to enjoy every second of her struggle.

“I’m going to kill you,” she snarled, her voice vibrating with rage.

You raised an eyebrow, leaning back in your chair. “Is that so?” you mused, tilting your head as if considering her words. “You seem a little… tied up at the moment.”

The taunt ignited her fury, her muscles straining as she pulled harder against the chains. But the cuffs held firm, their enchanted weight draining her energy with every movement.

“You’re a coward,” she hissed, her teeth bared. “Can’t beat me face-to-face, so you resort to this?”

Your smirk widened, your gaze sweeping over her like she was a piece of art. “Coward? No, Vi. I’d call it… resourceful. You haven’t been yourself lately. Too much time pretending to be human. You’ve forgotten what you are.”

Vi’s growl turned into a snarl, the sound echoing in the confined space. She wanted to tear your throat out, to rip you apart with her claws. And yet, beneath the boiling rage, something else simmered. The heat in her veins wasn’t just anger—it was sharper, hotter, and far more dangerous.

You stood, the movement slow and deliberate, your boots clicking softly against the floor as you approached her. She tensed, her glowing eyes locked on you as every fiber of her being screamed to attack. But the damn chains held her back, leaving her helpless as you stopped just inches away.

“Did you enjoy your little snack?” you asked, your voice low and teasing as your fingers brushed her jaw. She jerked her head away, but the chains didn’t give her much room to move. Your grin widened at her defiance, and your hand trailed downward, your fingers ghosting over the hard ridges of her abdomen visible through her white tank top.

“You’ve kept yourself in good shape,” you murmured, your tone almost reverent as your hand lingered for just a second too long. “I’ve missed this… missed you.”

Her body reacted before her mind could catch up, heat flaring under your touch. She hated it, hated the way her muscles tightened, the way her breath hitched. Her rational mind screamed to lunge for your throat, to end this, but another part of her—the wolf, primal and raw—felt something else entirely. The lines between hatred and something darker blurred, twisting her fury into something volatile.

“Get your hands off me,” she growled, her voice low and dangerous, but there was a tremor beneath it. She hated herself for it, hated the way her body betrayed her.

You leaned in, your breath warm against her ear as you whispered, “Or what? You’ll tear me apart? Do it, Vi. You’re close enough.”

Her teeth clenched, her jaw tight as she fought the conflicting emotions raging inside her. She could do it. She could end this right now. But she didn’t. Something inside her stopped her, held her back, and infuriated her even more.

You pulled back slightly, your smirk never faltering as you met her glowing eyes. “That’s what I thought,” you said softly, your voice dripping with satisfaction. “You can hate me all you want, Vi, but we both know it’s never that simple.”

With that, you stepped back, leaving her seething and breathless. The heat in her veins burned hotter, her hatred for you tangled with something she couldn’t name. And as you turned and walked back to your chair, the sound of your footsteps echoing in the stillness, she realized this was far from over.

Vi’s breath was ragged, her chest rising and falling as she glared at you, her glowing eyes burning with barely contained fury. She struggled against the chains again, the sharp clink of metal filling the room, but it was no use. She wasn’t going anywhere.

“What are you going to do with me?” she snarled, her voice low but shaking with anger.

You leaned back in your chair, arms crossing over your chest as your smirk shifted into something colder, more calculated. “Oh, right,” you began, your voice almost casual, but the undertone of malice was unmistakable. “I’m turning you over to Piltover. They’ve been very interested in getting their hands on you. Seems there’s quite the bounty on your head.”

Vi’s eyes narrowed dangerously, and a string of curses left her lips. “Those bastards are still after me?” she growled, her voice dripping with venom. She tugged at the chains again, her muscles straining uselessly against the unyielding metal.

You scoffed, the sound sharp and dismissive. “Still after you?” you repeated, a mocking lilt to your tone. “You killed three enforcers, Vi. Piltover doesn’t just ‘forget’ about things like that. They want you locked up—like the true beast you are. And once they’ve got you in their cages, they’ll make sure to treat you like the dog you’ve always been.”

The words hit her like a slap, and she felt her anger boil over into something hotter, sharper. Her glowing eyes burned brighter as her lip curled in a snarl. “Watch your damn mouth,” she growled, her voice low and dangerous. “I didn’t kill those enforcers for no reason.”

“Oh?” you said, raising an eyebrow, feigning curiosity. “Any noble reason you had for tearing them apart?”

Her teeth clenched, her jaw tightening as the memories surfaced unbidden. The blood. The chaos. The lives she’d tried to protect, only to end up being painted as a monster. “It wasn’t that simple,” she hissed, her voice thick with frustration. “You don’t know the whole story—”

“Don’t care,” you cut her off abruptly, waving a hand as if brushing her words aside. “Whatever happened between you and Piltover? That’s your mess to clean up, not mine. Save your excuses for them. I’m just the middleman here.”

Her hands curled into fists, the chains rattling faintly as she strained against them once more. “You’re a damn coward,” she snapped. “Selling me out to them like this. Is this what you’ve become? A lapdog for Piltover?”

You laughed, low and sharp, the sound grating against her ears. “Oh, don’t flatter yourself. This isn’t about loyalty. It’s about business. And you?” You gestured toward her with a flick of your wrist. “You’re a very lucrative business opportunity.”

Her growl deepened, reverberating through the room. “You’re scum,” she spat, her voice vibrating with barely-contained rage.

“And you’re staying right here,” you retorted coolly, your tone suddenly devoid of humor. “Chained up, where you belong, until I hand you over to them. Whatever happens after that? Well, that’s between you and Piltover.”

She glared at you, her glowing eyes blazing with defiance. Her body screamed to lash out, to fight, to destroy the chains and rip you apart. But she was trapped, helpless, and for now, all she could do was seethe. “You’re making a mistake,” she growled. “They’ll screw you over just like they screw everyone else.”

“Maybe,” you said with a shrug, unconcerned. “But that’s a risk I’m willing to take.”

You leaned back in your chair again, your smirk returning as you watched her, the tension in the room thick and heavy. “So get comfortable. You’re not going anywhere.”

Vi’s chest heaved, her breaths coming faster and more ragged. A faint sheen of sweat began to form along her brow, trailing down her temples and dampening the fabric of her white tank top. The scent of blood and drugs still lingered in her mouth, but it wasn’t what consumed her senses now—it was you. That damn scent of yours, so sharp, so familiar, was seeping into her nose, drowning her in memories she didn’t want to recall.

Her beastly instincts stirred, clawing their way to the surface. She clenched her jaw tightly, willing herself to focus on anything else, but her body was betraying her in the worst possible way. The heat pooling in her chest, spreading lower with every second you remained in her line of sight, her cock reacting at the sight of your presence—only fueled her frustration. She strained against the chains again, desperate for some kind of outlet, her glowing eyes flickering wildly between fury and something darker.

You, of course, noticed. How could you not? The subtle shifts in her breathing, the flush rising to her cheeks, the tension radiating off her body like a storm waiting to break, and the fucking bulge in those jeans that hugged her strong thighs and calves—it was all too deliciously obvious. You leaned forward in your chair, resting your chin lazily on your hand as your lips curled into a wicked smirk.

“Oh, what’s this?” you purred, your tone dripping with mock concern. “You’re looking a little… flushed. Is something wrong?”

“Shut up,” she snarled, her voice hoarse and cracking with barely-restrained anger. Her head whipped toward you, her glowing eyes blazing, but the sight of your infuriating grin only made her heart pound harder.

You chuckled softly, the sound low and teasing as you tilted your head, studying her like a predator watching its prey. “Oh, come on now, puppy,” you said, your voice a cruel mix of taunt and amusement. “Don’t tell me you’re getting all worked up because of me.”

Her reaction was immediate. The chains rattled violently as she threw her weight against them, her teeth bared in a feral snarl. “Don’t call me that!” she snapped, her voice rising to a furious roar that echoed in the room.

But her outburst only made your grin widen. You stood slowly, your movements deliberate as you crossed the short distance between you and her. The tension in her body grew sharper, her breath hitching as you stepped close enough that she could feel the warmth radiating off you.

“Puppy,” you repeated, your voice soft but dripping with condescension. You reached out, your fingers brushing lightly against her jaw. She jerked her head away, but the chains limited her movement, leaving her vulnerable to your touch.

“Don’t touch me,” she growled, but her voice wavered, betraying the turmoil raging inside her.

You leaned in closer, your lips curving into a smirk as you whispered, “Why not? Afraid of what might happen if I do?”

Her breath hitched again, and she cursed under her breath, her glowing eyes locking onto yours with a mix of rage and something far more primal. Her body was at war with itself, the beast inside her clawing for control, driven wild by the maddening combination of your scent, your presence, and the infuriating smirk that made her want to rip you apart—and maybe something else entirely.

“Shut up,” she growled again, her voice shaking as much with frustration as with effort to suppress the wolf inside her.

But you weren’t going to let up. The way her body tensed, the way her glowing eyes flickered with barely-contained chaos—it was far too entertaining. “Oh, I see what’s happening,” you said, your tone low and teasing as you leaned in just a fraction closer. “The big bad wolf can’t decide if she wants to bite… or beg.”

Her snarl was immediate, her teeth snapping at the air between you as she strained against the chains again. “I’ll kill you,” she spat, her voice trembling with the intensity of her emotions.

But you didn’t flinch, didn’t so much as bat an eye. Instead, you laughed—a soft, almost pitying sound—as you leaned back, letting your gaze sweep over her once more. “Oh, Vi,” you murmured, your voice dripping with amusement. “You’re a mess. But don’t worry…” Your smirk deepened as you took a step back, leaving her panting and glaring at you. “I like my puppy messy.”

Her growl was guttural, feral, and filled with unrelenting fury, but no matter how much she fought, she couldn’t escape the chains—or the maddening effect you were having on her. And it didn’t make it any better when you were on your knees in front of her, unbuckling that hideous brown, leather belt that she liked to wear and slipping it off.

Vi huffed and snarled with a predatory tone, a deep rumble settling in her chest as she watched you pull her jeans down to her knees, her cock jumping out in an angry flush of red. It twitched and throbbed with every angry pulse that ran through it, two visible veins running up the sides. The base of her cock held a tuft of dark hair that trialed from her crotch up to the middle of her stomach, an opposite contrast against her pale skin. And it was so much of it.

She never shaved. She had no use for it because the hair would just grow right back in a day or two and besides, Vi with a happy trail was the best Vi.

You licked your lips in anticipation. "Don't you fucking dare," Vi snarled, but her hips betrayed her by nudging forward slightly as if encouraging you to go ahead.

“Aww, puppy, why didn’t you just say this is what you wanted? I might’ve indulged if you played nice the first time.”

Vi whipped her head away like she didn’t want to be a part of the situation, her ears and cheeks betraying her feelings about the entire ordeal. “Shut up.” She snarled. A grunt stops in the back of her throat when she felt your tongue run up the underside of her cock, before you planted a wet kiss on the tip, teasing it with the point of your tongue in teasing, sexy licks.

"Mmm, you can't hide how much you want this," you murmured, your hot breath ghosting over Vi's sensitive flesh. You flicked your tongue out to taste the leaking pre-cum from her tip, savoring the salty flavor.

Vi's chains rattled as she strained against her bonds, a low growl rumbling in her chest. "Fuck you," she spat, but her voice wavered with barely-contained need.

You smirked up at her, maintaining eye contact as you slowly dragged your tongue along the underside of her shaft again. Vi's eyes flashed with a mixture of anger and arousal, her muscles tensing as she fought against her baser instincts. "Just give in," you cooed, swirling your tongue around the swollen head of her cock. "You know you want to."

You take a deep breath, preparing yourself before diving in. With a wet pop, you release Vi's cock from your mouth, firmly pumping it with your hand instead. You can see the frustration in her eyes at the loss of contact, and a sadistic part of you relishes the power you have over her. But you can't tease for long, not when the sight of Vi all tussled up and desperate is driving you wild.

Without warning, you take her again, your lips stretching obscenely around her girth as you push forward, swallowing her down as much as you can in one fluid motion. Vi's back arches off the wall, a strangled moan escaping her lips as you engulf her.

You hold yourself there for a moment, savoring the feeling of fullness in your throat, before pulling back slowly. You dive in with a punishing pace, your head bobbing up and down Vi's dick with gusto. You can feel every thick vein and ridge dragging against your tongue, the taste of her pre-cum coating your taste buds with each stroke. Your cheeks were hollow as you applied more suction, determined to wring every last drop of pleasure from Vi's quivering form.

Her chains rattle and clank with the force of your movements, the sound of a debauched accompaniment to your lewd slurps and gags. Vi's hands ball into fists above her head, her muscles bulging and straining as she fights the urge to reach out and grab your hair, to control the pace of your assault. But the chains held her back, leaving her helpless to do anything but endure the blissful torment you're inflicting on her.

You can taste the telltale hint of Vi's impending release on your tongue, the subtle shift in her flavor signaling her growing arousal. But before she can crest that final peak, you pull off with a wet pop, her cock slipping from your mouth with ease.

Vi's angry growl echoes off the stone walls, her hips thrusting forward involuntarily to seek out your welcoming heat. But you deny her, settling for a few slow pumps of your fist along her cock instead. You can see the anguish in her eyes, the physical manifestation of Vi's need. She's so close, teetering on the razor's edge of ecstasy, yet you cruelly keep her there, suspended in limbo, unable to find completion.

"Oh Vi," you purr around her throbbing cock. "What would your little vampire girlfriend think? Is she on your mind right now, even as I'm giving attention to you like this?" You pause, pumping her dick slowly as you gaze up at her with hooded eyes.

"Tell me, what's she doing while we're playing over here, hmm? Probably chained up, helpless... just like you."

Vi struggles to form words, her chest heaving as her pupils blow wide with lust. Guttural moans spill from her lips as your skilled mouth continues its sensual assault, all thoughts of Caitlyn rapidly fleeing her pleasure-addled mind. She can only focus on your hot, wet tongue worshipping every sensitive inch of her engorged flesh, driving her higher and higher with each flick, suck, and lick.

You move closer, your lips brushing against Vi's sensitive flesh, your tongue darting out to lap at the weeping tip. Vi moans brokenly, her body shuddering as you tongue-fuck her tip, probing for more of her.

At the same time, your hand never falters in its movements, pumping her shaft with increasing speed. You twist your wrist on each upward stroke, applying just the right amount of pressure to the sensitive underside of Vi's cock to drive her wild. Your mouth is soon joined by your lips, sucking hard at the engorged head of her cock. You hum around her length, the vibrations adding a new dimension to her pleasure.

And just like that, Vi's resolve shatters, the final threads of her control snapping like overstretched rubber bands. With a hoarse shout, her back arches, tendons, and muscles straining against the chains as her climax barrels into her at full force. Thick, heavy ropes of her seed arc through the air, painting your heaving chest with cum.

You can feel the heat of her release, and see the raw, unbridled passion contorting her features as she rides out the crest of her pleasure. Vi's fingers dig deep into her palms, almost drawing blood as her hips spasm and twitch, wringing out every last drop of her climax. Your pussy throbs in time with Vi's orgasm, the sight of her coming undone at your hands stoking the flames of your desire to new heights.

You slowly pull away, a triumphant grin spreading across your face as you rise to your feet. Vi pants heavily, still trapped in the throes of her climax, her hips twitching with the aftershocks of pleasure.

Without a word, you turn and hook a finger in the waistband of your pants, pulling them down to your ankles in a single fluid motion. Your dripping pussy is now fully exposed to Vi's heated gaze.

"Looks like you’re ready to go again," you purr, and with a coy glance over your shoulder, you line yourself up with Vi's cock. You bite your lip, keeping eye contact as you start to sink, impaling yourself. You can feel every ridge and vein dragging along your inner walls, the delicious friction quickly stoking the embers of your need into a raging inferno. By the time you're fully seated, your walls are fluttering and grasping at the thick cock stretching you open. You pause there, savoring the feeling of being so utterly filled. Then, with a throaty groan, you start to move, rolling your hips in a sensual rhythm as you chase your pleasure.

The chains clank and rattle with your movements, the sound of a debauched accompaniment to the lewd slapping of flesh on flesh. You lean forward, giving yourself the leverage to take Vi deeper. Your breasts sway with each bounce, your nipples pebbled and straining for attention.

"That's it, puppy. You’re doing so good," you encourage, reaching down to rub tight circles around your clit. Your fingers dance over the sensitive bundle of nerves, sending jolts of electricity straight to your core with each touch.

Vi can only watch with half-lidded eyes as you take your pleasure from her, her hips bucking up involuntarily to meet each of your downward thrusts. She tugs at the chains, desperate to touch you, to feel the soft skin and firm curves of your body beneath her fingers. But they hold steady, keeping her bound and helpless against the wall.

Her frustration manifested in a low growl that vibrated from deep within her chest, her canines glinting menacingly as she lunged at the restraints binding her. "Let me out," Vi rasped, her voice raw and gravelly, filled with an almost palpable urgency. "I need to feel you."

You glance back at her over your shoulder, a wicked grin playing at the corners of your mouth. "What's the matter, big bad wolf? Can't get free?" You punctuate your words with a particularly hard thrust, grinding yourself down on her dick until you can feel the head bump against the entrance to your womb.

"Fuck you," Vi snarls, her face contorting with a mixture of rage and lust. "Just sit still and let me fuck you already." She tries to rock her hips, to drive herself deeper, but the chains restrict her movements, leaving her unable to do much more than meet your thrusts with an awkward jerk.

You let out an exaggerated tsk, shaking your head slowly as if deeply wounded by her eagerness. A playful smirk dances on your lips as you lean slightly, your voice smooth and laced with feigned sweetness. “Patience, puppy,” you purr, each word dripping with mockery. “There’s no need to be so... impatient.” The air around you seems to crackle with a blend of amusement and teasing authority, making it clear that this little game is far from over.

To drive home your point, you slow your movements, rolling your hips in a maddeningly slow circle. Each rotation grinds your sensitive clit against Vi's pelvis, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through your core, but leaving her frustratingly unfulfilled.

"Beg for it," you demand, your tone leaving no room for argument. "Beg me to let you fuck me like the desperate dog you are."

Vi’s muscles quiver with the strain of her restraint, the tension evident in every sinewy fiber of her being. Her eyes blaze with wild, untamed fire, narrowed and fierce as they fixate on you. Behind her fierce gaze, you can almost perceive the primal beast lurking just beneath her skin, thrashing against the confines of her control, yearning to break free and unleash its raw power upon the world.

“P-Please," she chokes out, the word foreign on her tongue. "Please, let me fuck you." She strains against her bonds, her movements jerky and uncoordinated in her eagerness to be granted release.

But even as she begs, Vi knows you hold all the power here. You are the one in control, the one dictating the terms of this dance. And she hates it, hates the way her body reacts to your dominance, hates the way her cock twitches and throbs at your every command. But she also craves it, craves the way you make her feel, the way you push her to her limits and beyond.

"More," you encourage, your free hand moving to squeeze your nipple. "Tell me how badly you want to feel me tight and hot around your cock. Describe every dirty, depraved thing you want to do to me."

Vi's breath comes in harsh pants, each exhale hitching as she struggles to find the words. But you won't relent, won't give her the satisfaction of release until she bares her deepest, darkest desires. "I want to fuck you," she growls, her voice low and guttural. "Hard and fast, until you can't walk straight. I want to bend you over and pound into you until you scream. Until my name is the only thing you can remember."

Her hips twitch with each filthy promise, her cock pulsing inside your clenching heat. You can feel her getting closer, her body tensing as she teeters on the precipice of climax.

But still, you hold off, determined to draw out her pleasure, to make her beg and plead for every thrust. You slow your movements, each stroke languid and deliberate, designed to drive her out of her mind with lust. "Then what?" you taunt, your breath low enough to be a shell of a ghost. "What will you do once you have me at your mercy?"

Vi's tongue lolls out, her eyes hazy and unfocused as she struggles to concentrate. But your question breaks through the fog of desire, igniting a fresh wave of need. "I'll fuck you in every hole," she snarls, her words punctuated by the clank of the chains as she strains against them. "Until you're dripping with my cum. Until everyone knows my fucking name." Your pussy flutters at her promise, your core clenching around her as you imagine the scene she paints.

You grind your hips down hard, relishing in the feeling of Vi's thick dick stretching you wide. Each circle of your hips drags your sensitive clit against her pelvis, sending jolts of electricity straight to your core. "Yes, that's it," you encourage, your voice high and breathy with pleasure. "Show them all what a good little fuck toy I am for you."

Vi's nostrils flare at your words, a low growl rumbling in her chest. You can almost picture it—you, bent over and presented like a bitch in heat, Vi's hips snapping as she takes you from behind, her teeth sinking into the flesh of your shoulder as she marks you for all to see.

The mental image is enough to send you careening towards the edge, your climax rushing up to meet you like a freight train. You fuck her hard and fast, your hips moving in a frenzied pace as you chase your release.

Just before you hit that sweet spot, before the stars explode behind your eyelids and your vision whites out from the force of your orgasm, you pull off abruptly. The sudden loss of Vi's cock leaves you empty, your pussy clenching around nothing but air. You can feel your juices trickling down your thighs, your core aching to be filled again.

But you deny yourself, instead reaching behind to give Vi a few rough pumps. The slick sound of her pre-cum coating your fingers fills the room, mixing with your labored breaths and Vi's pained grunts of overstimulation.

"Please," Vi begs, her voice raw and broken, "I need to cum. Need to be inside you again." Her eyes are wild, the beast within her rising to the surface, no longer content to be denied its prize.

You bite your lip, considering for a moment before giving a single, sharp nod. You turn back around, bracing yourself against the wall once more. Without a preamble, you sink onto Vi's dick, taking her to the hilt in one smooth motion. You don't give yourself time to adjust, instead starting to move immediately, your hips rising and falling in a rapid, steady rhythm. Each downward stroke grinds your clit against Vi's pelvis, the added stimulation quickly pushing you toward the brink. You can feel Vi's cock twitching and pulsing inside you, her release just as close.

You reach down, your fingers finding your swollen nub and rubbing in tight, fast circles. Your moans echo off the stone walls, mingling with Vi's growled curses and grunts of pleasure.

The feeling of Vi's cock twitching and throbbing, her sharp exhales and low moans, send you hurtling over the edge. Your orgasm crashes into you like a tidal wave, your vision whiting out as pleasure courses through your veins. Your walls clamp down around Vi's cock, milking her for all she's worth. With a hoarse shout, Vi slams into you one final time, her back arching off the wall as she hits her peak.

You can feel her coming inside you, her hot seed flooding your core. It's almost too much, the sensation of being so deeply filled, so thoroughly stuffed. You don't let up, your hips continuing their relentless pace even as you ride out the aftershocks of your climax.

And you're not about to let Vi rest, not when your lust has yet to be sated. You continue to fuck her, each roll of your hips wringing another choked moan or gasp from her slack lips. Even as her cock sputters inside you, you persevere, your greedy cunt clenching around the semi-hard dick in a desperate attempt to coax out another load. Your juices mingle with the mess of your last release, easing the way for your frantic movements.

You can feel every ridge and vein rubbing against your sensitive inner walls, each pass sending sparks of overstimulation shooting up your spine.

Vi's eyes are glazed, her tongue lolling out as she struggles to form coherent sentences. "Nuh- uhh- I ca-can't," she slurs, her words coming out in short, choppy bursts between panted breaths. You can see her pulse hammering in her neck and can hear the harsh sawing of her breath as she tries to regain control of her body.

But your relentless assault on her still-twitching dick makes it impossible. Each movement jolts a fresh wave of sensation through her nerve endings, each drag of your hips blooming heat in her wake. "P-please, you've- I've already..." She trails off, unable to finish the thought as another tremor wracks her frame.

Each stroke brings you closer to the edge, the dull ache of overstimulation blossoming into a supernova of pleasure. Without warning, you hit your peak, your walls clamping down around Vi's cock in a vise-like grip, again. Your orgasm crashes into you, the force of it making your vision go white. You have to force your legs to hold yourself up, gasping and shuddering as you ride out the aftershocks.

But Vi is too far gone to notice your own pleasure, her own climax rushing up to claim her.

With a strangled shout, Vi erupts inside you, her seed flooding your already-full pussy. The sensation of being so thoroughly claimed, so completely marked by her essence, sends you spiraling into another mind-numbing orgasm. Your cunt clenches around her spurting dick. Wave after wave of pleasure washes over you both as you come undone by each other’s touch. You can feel Vi's thick ropes of cum sloshing inside you, her release spilling over to trickle down your trembling thighs.

The lewd sound of your combined fluids gush from your stuffed hole with each twitch of Vi's cock, the obscene noise mixing with your cries of ecstasy to fill the room. It's filthy, depraved, and utterly delicious.

As Vi slumps against the wall, her chest heaving and her limbs trembling from the force of her release, you pull off her dick with a wet pop. Her cock, still half-hard and slick with your combined juices, slaps against her belly as you move, the sound obscene in the heavy silence of the room but you don't give her time to catch her breath, immediately dropping to your knees in front of her.

You take Vi's spent flesh in your hand, giving it a few firm strokes before wrapping your lips around the head and sucking hard. Despite her best efforts to push you away, Vi's hips twitch forward, seeking more of your warm, wet mouth.

"Ah- ungh- that's- fuck!" she gasps, her head falling against the stone as you take her deeper.

You ignore her pleading, your mouth sliding down her length to take her to the root. Your nose is buried in the coarse hatch of hair at the base of her cock, the musky scent of sex and sweat filling your nostrils. You can feel Vi's pulse hammering against your tongue, her veins hot and throbbing against the sensitive muscle.

With a low hum, you start to move, your head bobbing up and down her cock in a steady rhythm. Each pass of your lips wrings a fresh moan or gasp from Vi's parted lips, the sound spurring you on. You can taste the salt of her skin, the tang of her release on your tongue. It's intoxicating, and addicting, and you can't get enough.

You continue your assault on Vi's dick, your mouth never breaking suction as you pump her towards another release. Each flick of your tongue, each scrape of your teeth, sends her closer and closer to the brink.

"Please, please, ah, oh, god!" she chants, her words no longer coherent as the pleasure mounts. Her back arches, her nails digging into her palms as she tries to find purchase. But there is none, no escape from the overwhelming sensation of your lips wrapped around her. With a sound between a moan and a howl, Vi's head snaps back, her throat bared to the ceiling. Her release hits her like a freight train, her whole body going rigid as she comes.

You can feel her pulsing against your tongue, the hot spurts of her cum flooding your mouth. You swallow greedily, relishing the taste of her on your tongue.

But even as Vi spasms and twitches, you don't relent, your mouth continuing its sensual assault. Each suckle draws another strangled cry from her lips, her voice raw and hoarse from overuse.

You can feel her softening against your tongue, yet still, you persevere, determined to wring every last drop of pleasure from her exhausted body. It's only when Vi goes limp, her knees finally giving out beneath her, that you release her with a final, loving kiss to the tip.

You rise to your feet, stepping back to admire your work. Vi is slumped against the wall, her eyes glazed and unfocused, her chest heaving with each breath. Your legs feel like jelly, and your knees are weak from the intensity of your shared pleasure.

With a final, satisfied smirk, you turn and saunter away, leaving Vi to bask in the afterglow.

The world around Vi was hazy as she blinked herself awake, the edges of her vision blurred by exhaustion. Her muscles ached with every movement, and even after what felt like a long sleep, a bone-deep fatigue clung to her like a second skin. The soft fabric of a fresh tank top brushed against her skin, and she realized her filthy clothes were gone. She glanced down at the dark blue jeans and black socks that had replaced them. Someone had changed her while she was out cold, a realization that made her chest tighten with unease.

Her head turned slightly, scanning the room. No chains bound her wrists or ankles anymore, but the faint smell of iron—the memory of restraint—lingered. Another scent hit her nose, one she couldn’t ignore. You. It was subtle yet overwhelming, woven into the very air of the room. Her senses sharpened, and her instincts screamed to get up and find you.

Vi swung her legs over the side of the bed, every movement heavy and deliberate. She braced herself against the mattress, her breaths measured as she tried to push through the soreness. Her amber eyes darted around, searching for any sign of you. Her ears perked at the faint sound of running water, the steady rhythm of it muffled behind a door.

She was about to stand when the bathroom door creaked open. Steam curled out into the room like a misty shroud, and you emerged, dressed casually, your face damp. A toothbrush and toothpaste were in your hand, your other hand tugging a towel from your neck. Your skin glowed faintly with the freshness of a shower, and Vi’s nose twitched at the clean, soapy scent mingling with your natural musk.

Her breath hitched for a moment as a sudden memory—a wild, visceral flash—forced its way into her mind. She remembered you kneeling in front of her, sucking her cock, and fucking yourself against her until she was seeing the stars. The way you’d handled her yearning—her stamina, her size, her libido. It was overwhelming in its sense.

The wild, timeless encounter the two of you had shared flashed vividly in her mind—the way you moved, the way you handled her, the way you’d managed to put a werewolf like her down to rest. She hated admitting it, but there was a strange satisfaction in knowing that someone had finally given her a challenge. Her lips parted slightly, her breath hitching as she tried to suppress the emotions bubbling up inside her.

“Still tired?” you asked casually, your voice cutting through her thoughts. You leaned against the doorframe, drying your hands with a towel. That smirk of yours—it was infuriating and smug as if you could read her every thought.

Vi exhaled deeply, shaking off the weight of her grogginess. “So, what’s the deal?” she asked, her voice gruff. “Are Piltover’s officers coming to get me, or is this just some elaborate game you’re playing?”

You tilted your head slightly, that ever-present smirk tugging at the corner of your lips. “You’re sharper than you look,” you said, your tone dripping with playful sarcasm. “But I’ll tell you this much—your shoes are at the edge of the bed, and the door’s unlocked.” You motioned toward the far side of the room, where Vi’s well-worn brown loafers rested neatly side by side.

Vi frowned, her eyes narrowing as she tried to gauge your intentions. Your words were casual, almost dismissive, but the way you carried yourself—the glint in your eyes, the confidence in your posture—told her there was more to this than you let on. She was free to leave, but something about the way you’d said it made her hesitate.

“You’re serious?” she asked, her voice low but skeptical.

You shrugged nonchalantly, crossing your arms. “I’ve got no reason to keep you here if you don’t want to stay. Go ahead, Vi. The door’s right there.”

Vi stared at you, her instincts warring with her logic. Everything about this situation felt off, like a trap she couldn’t see. Yet, there was no denying the temptation of freedom. Still, your calm demeanor made her chest tighten with suspicion.

Her gaze lingered on you, and for a brief moment, the room was silent. She could still smell you in the air, a scent that clung to her senses and stirred something primal deep within her. It made her uneasy, but it also made her curious.

“I don’t buy it,” she declared, her voice steady as she crossed her arms tightly over her chest, a defiant gesture that drew attention to her unwavering stance. A flicker of suspicion danced in her eyes as she leaned slightly forward, challenging you with her gaze. “What’s your angle? You expect me to believe you’ll just let me walk out of here after all of that?”

You took a deliberate step forward, your boots softly thudding against the ground as you closed the space between you. Vi stiffened at your approach, her body tensing like a tightly wound spring, ready to snap at any moment. But before she could respond, you gently raised your hand, fingertips grazing her cheek, the warmth of your skin contrasting with the cool air around you. Leaning in, you felt the subtle charge of the moment, suspended in an intimate stillness that enveloped you both.

Before she had a chance to fully grasp the moment, your lips brushed against hers with a tenderness that sent a spark through her. It wasn’t a forceful kiss, nor was it a hurried peck. Instead, it unfolded like a delicate whisper—intentional, gentle, and infused with warmth. The kiss lingered, a sweet imprint that hung in the air, capturing the heartbeat of the moment, before you finally drew back, your hand falling softly to your side.

“I’ll see you around,” you murmured, your voice a smooth whisper that danced through the air, playful and teasing, as your eyes sparkled with a hint of mischief.

And just like that, you vanished from her sight. With each deliberate step, your presence seemed to float away, subtle yet impactful. As you glided past her, the air around you shifted, carrying an unspoken sense of resolve. The door creaked softly as you pushed it open, and with a final glance over your shoulder—your expression unreadable—you stepped through the door, leaving her enveloped in a silence that felt both heavy and unresolved.

Vi stood there, rooted to the spot, her body tense as her mind raced in turmoil. Her fingertips grazed her lips, still warm and tingling from the unexpected kiss, while her piercing gaze flicked anxiously toward the slightly ajar door. The realization of what had just unfolded began to wash over her, each wave of emotion crashing against the shores of her stunned consciousness.

It took her a moment to pull herself out of the haze that enveloped her. With a low, guttural growl escaping her lips, she pivoted back toward the bed, the heavy weight of exhaustion pulling at her limbs. She reached for her shoes, their worn leather cool against her fingertips, and slipped them on, feeling the familiar snugness encasing her feet. Though the soreness of her muscles throbbed like a distant echo, it wasn’t nearly enough to hold her back. She felt a fire flicker to life within her, propelling her forward despite the lingering fatigue.

She stepped out into the brisk, invigorating morning air, each breath forming a delicate plume of vapor that danced in the soft glow of dawn. The ground was blanketed in fresh snow, its surface crunching rhythmically under her sturdy shoes as she paused to glance back. A flicker of hope sparked within her, a silent wish that you would emerge from the warmth of the indoors to join her in this serene winter wonderland.

But maybe not this time.

But there was no doubt that she'd see you again.

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