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It wasn’t that Vi had chosen Caitlyn to lose her virginity to,

…it just so happened the young alpha was available this weekend. 

Vi’s knee wouldn’t stop shaking. Sitting at the bar in the Last Drop finishing homework would normally mellow Vi’s anxiety. But today was a strange one. Vi officially presented as an omega for her 16th birthday. A rare breed for Zaun native. Even Powder was in awe at the reveal. Mylo and Claggor congratulated her as though Vi would now be a brooding mare for the family. Typical beta behavior. They didn’t know the danger Vi could be in. 

Vi glanced up at the clock, and scowled. Nearly another hour until Caitlyn’s recital practice ended. Then she can sneak out and head up to Piltover for—

“You feeling alright, kiddo?” Vander’s voice was supposed to be a tone of comfort and reason. 

Though now the alpha’s voice just aggravated Vi to the core. She squeezed her pencil and returned her attention to her homework, “Fine,” she muttered, “...just doing homework.” Vi even raised her notebook, hoping it would deter Vander from asking anymore questions. 

But the alpha was already leaning close, “You sure ‘bout that? You smell a little upset.”

“I’m fine, Vander.” Vi had to pinch herself from lashing out. 

This wasn’t her. Vi was never the “yell at her family” type angsty teenager. It was just her messed up hormones making her hate anything and everything about Vander right now. His scent was all wrong. Vi wanted to be eased by alpha’s pheromones, yet Vander was mated with Silco—so his scent just made Vi wanna kill someone. 

Vander began wiping down the counter in front of Vi, before tossing the rag over his shoulder. He got that look that always meant a lecture was about to happen. 

Vi’s knee began shaking faster, mentally counting down the minutes—seconds until she finally meets up with the most pretentious princess of Fucking Piltover Academy. With her stupid perky smiles, angelic singing, perfect fucking attitude, and the scent that could—

“I’m just worried ‘bout ya s’all. I know you finally presented, and I bet you would start your… y’know,”

Vi gritted her teeth. Feeling the back of her neck grow warm and itchy.

“...I think it would be best if you allow Silco to have a small chat with you before—”

“I said I’m fine!” Vi snapped.

Loud.

Breathless,

Desperate,

…and irrational.

Fuck, Vi immediately regretted it. Covering her face to calm her breathing, “I’m sorry, Vander, it’s just… not now. I don’t need to hear this. I don’t wanna hear you right now. I know what’s happening to me. I know what you’re trying to say. Sevika already gave me the sex talk.And it was literally just 5 words.”

Use protection. Don’t get pregnant. 

“It was perfect,” Vi mumbled.

Vander stilled, deep frowned carrying the weight of Zaun deepened more, if possible. “Oh I see,” he whispered. He shifted awkwardly where he stood. Looking around hoping Silco would pop up. “Do you… ahem … were you planning on meeting with anyone special for it?”

It being: Vi’s slowly approaching heat. 

The new omega clenched her jaw, shaking her head, “Not that it’s any of your business, but no I’m not.”

Vander held that patient fatherly expression, “Well, I’m only asking because you seem distracted. You smell very irritable with me, and I just wanna make sure you don’t go running off to any alpha and do something stupid.”

Maybe I am stupid. “Who says it’ll be an alpha, alpha?!” Vi began packing her homework, “I gotta go, Vander. Have Mylo take Powder to the Academy tomorrow. I might be home a lil late.”

“Wait, where are you going?!”

“Away from here.” Vi muttered, leaving the Last Drop. “I’ll pull a double shift when I get back.”

Once in a secluded part of the train, Vi pulled out her phone and sent Caitlyn a text.

to Kiramman - 4:27 pm
change of plans im on my way now

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Caitlyn was doing breathing exercises while sitting at the piano bench. 

Focus on the music, but the back of her mind absolutely left the Academy. Playing house with a sumprat who would be caught dead speaking with Caitlyn—let alone planning to copulate with said alpha. Caitlyn presented at a young age. Her long family line of matriarchal alphas was her own assurance that she’d inherit the same gender; and she had. Her family name already caused a ruckus, though now Caitlyn was the most eligible alpha on topside. And a certain Zaunite proposed a temporary union between them. 

Caitlyn tried not to feel too proud, giddy more like, at the prospect of bedding on Violet R Canes de Hound. Zaun’s own ‘royalty’. 

She played single notes at a time, then lifted her flute to follow. Twisting the head or adjusting the foot to match the tune. She played with the C scale, transitioned to G minor. Going up the scales, pursing her lips the way she practiced.

Her phone buzzed.

It was faint. Still tucked away in her book bag, but everyone knows Caitlyn has orchestra rehearsal in a few minutes. She frowned, reaching over to feel through her book bag, Caitlyn quickly pulled out her phone. She was glad she had. Vi was on her way to Piltover. 

“Hm, desperate or in pain?” The alpha mumbled. Caitlyn glanced at the time, already mentally procuring up excuses for the rest of the evening. She’d need to prepare for the omega. “Nevertheless, I’ll make sure you’re sated, Violet.”

Caitlyn quickly disassembled her flute, packing up her belongings and leaving the theatre just as students began filing in. 

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The bathysphere really was a great way to get a lay of the land.

From industrial skylines, to bland lands, then farm lands, then a hex powered industrial city. Vi was blasting heavy metal. Knee shaking from her nerves once again. It’s just Caitlyn. Someone who had shown Vi around the Academy when she first transferred, someone who offered unconditional friendship when Vi had no one in Piltover, and someone who also seemed to be the center of everything perfect. Everything Vi wasn’t. 

It wasn’t that Vi hated the Kiramman alpha, nah. That’d be too easy to understand. Vi took a liking to the alpha, but it was the pressures from their opposing lifestyles that caused the Zaunite to pull away. 

Vi noticed she was approaching the heart of Downtown Piltover. She grabbed her bag and got up, her exit was coming up. The new omega was chewing her nails, wondering if this was even a good ideal to follow through.

Fuck it. It’s sex. Not a damn marriage contract. Vi had to remind herself she could always leave. Turn around now and never speak of this to anyone. 

Vi stepped off the train and briskly walked in the direction of the Kiramman McMansion.

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Caitlyn was humming her recital piece when she noticed someone standing outside her gates. “Violet?”

The omega stilled, appearing caught, even though they had planned this entire evening. Vi visibility swallowed, “Hey, sorry didn’t mean to rush your practice.”

“No need,” Caitlyn slowed her long strides, enjoying the way Vi was observing her as well. “Rehearsals ran short today. Besides,” she pushed the gate open, “A lady never allows a guest to wait very long.” When Vi didn’t move, Caitlyn offered a warm smile, “We have business, don’t we? After you.”

Business. Good. 

“Yeah,” Vi stiffly nodded, and quickly walked inside. Mentally relieved that Caitlyn was approaching this from a strict physical transaction point of view. 

The two teens walked side-by-side in silence. Caitlyn was still humming under her breath, while Vi was counting the stones on the walkway. Perhaps in another lifetime, they would’ve been close friends, good friends, or maybe even best friends. They have so much in common aside from their backgrounds, but alas. Faux mating will have to do for now. 

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Once inside the giant Kiramman mansion, Vi thought she should just leave.

Everything was just so… neat and perfect. From the design of the foyer, to the chandeliers, and even to the rugs decorating the simple pathway to the main area of the home—everything had a meaning. It was organized to near flawlessness. The emptiness that Vi observed she assumed was normal.

Until Caitlyn spoke up about it,

“Apologies about the gloom. Normally we’d have guests and staff roaming about, but they’ve been dismissed for the evening.” Though Caitlyn seemed to sense Vi’s hesitation, “My parents aren’t home either. They’ll be gone for the weekend.”

It was Friday.

Caitlyn had them both remove their shoes, then the alpha approached the stairs, “Are you thirsty?”

“No,” Vi whispered. 

“Follow me,” Caitlyn led Vi to her room, “It’s just this way,” Up two flights of stairs, around the straight forward hallways . She opened one of the double doors and motioned Vi inside, “Make yourself at home,”

Vi smirked, shaking her head, “Not gonna happen, Kiramman.” Though she entered without complaint.

“You will soon enough.” Caitlyn licked her lips, matching the energy, 

Once inside the alpha’s room, Vi felt—sated. Her irritable mood was still present, but there was a soft blanketing calm: safety, a promise of protection, and just a damn great aroma to the room. Vi purposely inhaled, hoping to gather more of it. But it would be more difficult not to swallow Caitlyn’s scent raw. Vi was surrounded by an ocean of pure alpha. An alpha wasn’t grating on Vi’s nerves. This room was drenched in Caitlyn's pheromones. Goddess, Vi had to be careful, she could see why certain omegas from her school revert to feral lunacy once in the presence of an alpha—especially an omega in heat. 

Vi licked her lips for now, swallowing and mentally compartmentalizing the flavor. “Should I have showered before I came here?”

“You can shower now if you want. It’s just through that door over there. My own private bathroom. No one will bother you there.” Caitlyn loosened her school tie, trying to distract herself. “Though I will be honest, I had this evening planned a little differently, however, I’m open to the practice of improvised courting.”

“You planned something? With me?” Vi dropped her bookbag on the floor, marveling at this giant waste of space for a bedroom. “Geez, did your parents leave enough space for your ego to fill?” Her eyes looked everywhere until her attention eventually fell on the heir of the mansion.

Caitlyn was standing all prim and proper with her hands folded in front, smiling her amusement, “Not quite, but it’ll do.”

Vi rolled her eyes, “Of course.” She saw an assortment of snacks, pretty much full meals on one of the tables. The omega approached them, “What the hell is all this? Tryna dine and wine me?”

The alpha chose to simply observe the Zaunite, “Perhaps,” Caitlyn’s eyes roamed over Vi’s body, “Was that not something you wanted for your first time?”

Vi scowled, “Seems like you didn’t care enough to ask,”

“I’m asking now,”

“A little late dontcha think?” Vi’s tone was weak, not able to fully bring herself to snap at an alpha. God what are these hormones doing to me?!

But at least Caitlyn had the decency to recognize her error, “You’re right. I should’ve asked beforehand. I apologize.” She shifted nervously, “Although, if you weren’t expecting a grand engagement with me, what exactly did you tell your father before coming here?”

Vi froze at the forward question, “Um, well—,” she approached Caitlyn’s bed and sat at the foot, “...nothing. Vander doesn’t know I’m here. Why? Did you tell your parents?”

“Well, of course.” Caitlyn stated as a matter of fact. “That’s why they’re gone.” Confused as to why Vi hadn’t told her fathers.

“You told your parents?!”

“I had to in order to get time off school tomorrow.” Caitlyn was laughing, “Knots aren’t entirely regulated during our youth. We could be stuck for hours and would need plenty of rest afterwards.”

Knotting.

Fuck. 

“If we even get there, cupcake.” The omega deeply inhaled, they were really gonna do this, huh? Vi pressed her legs together at the thought. Her nerves weren’t going away any time soon. 

Vi slowly blinked. She shook her head in disbelief, “Wow, so your parents knew you brought a Zaunite fleshlight for the night.”

“Vi—,” This time, Caitlyn appeared slightly angry, “Please don’t refer to yourself in that manner ever again. At least not in front of me.”

“Sorry,” Vi whispered, leaning back on the soft sheets, feeling dizzier by the second. “Soooo, do we just uh—get started? Take off our clothes and start banging and rearranging my guts?”

“Depends,” Caitlyn kept her distance, leaning against one of the desks, crossing her arms while observing the omega, “How do you feel?”

Vi shrugged, “I don’t know. Like I’m running a fever without the sickness behind it.” She tugged at her collar the moment she brought it up. Her body temperature had risen more and more the second Vi was around Caitlyn. The more Vi focused on her own body, the more she began to feel what others meant when they said: first heats are always the worst.

“Hm,” And yet, Caitlyn was comfortable being around the pheromones. “So your heat isn’t fully present, yet?”

“And how would you know?”

Caitlyn scratched her nose, hiding a wide smile, “Well, you’re holding a fairly reasonable conversation with me. Whereas normally you’d be behaving much more—”

“Horny?” Vi prompted,

The alpha nodded, “That’s a more eloquent way to put it. Yes.”

Vi was picking at her nails, looking over Caitlyn’s uniform. “Um, yeah. It’s hard to feel horny when—,” she trailed off, hoping to find the words that weren’t outright insults. 

But Caitlyn seemed to understand. “This is your first time, huh?” she asked, not truly an answer. “We don’t actually have to do anything you’re not comfortable with. Me being here, you smelling me while you touch yourself has helped—so I’ve heard, if that’s something you’re willing to try?” Caitlyn grabbed the desk from behind, knuckles turning white, “I don’t have to touch you. I can smell you now. My blankets are affecting you already.”

Vi wanted to feel pissed, but the offer was meant in good faith. “No offense, Kiramman, I didn’t come here to masturbate on your bed while you watched me. I think I need a lil bit more than that. Don’t act like a dick, just give me yours.” Goddess, just saying those words caused Vi’s body temperature to spike. There was an ache in the pit of her stomach.

The omega pressed her legs tighter together, whimpering. “Fuck,” Vi sat forward, pushing her hips hard against the bed, seeking any kind of friction. Enjoying the way her pants tightened near the crotch area.

Caitlyn’s eyes darkened while her nostrils flared. “There you are,” she whispered. 

It was like a drug Vi took hours earlier had finally reached its high. 

Caitlyn was pacing the floor next to her bed, waiting, watching, wondering what Vi’s tastes like. “Vi,” she tried to get the omega’s attention. 

Vi was rubbing her face, slowly glancing up. “I need to use your bathroom.”

Caitlyn pointed towards the door from earlier. “Take all the time you need.” She loosened her tie enough to yank it overhead.

Vi watched her movement. “Give me your shirt,” She mumbled, “Please?”

As an answer, Caitlyn quickly unbuttoned her uniform. Not wanting to waste Vi’s precious seconds to do god knows what in the bathroom. Left in only a tank top and uniform skirt, she tossed her shirt at Vi. “Here.”

Vi looked down at the shirt and stiffly got up. 

She didn’t know how she ended up in the bathroom, but Vi was now leaning against the closed door. It was a large oak door that slid closed. Vi immediately buried her face in Caitlyn’s shirt. Groaning in pain. Beautiful pain. A burning ache that could only be soothed with touches, kisses, and maybe even vaginal penetration. 

“Dammit,” Vi quickly took off her own shirt and bro before sliding on Caitlyn’s. 

Going off omega instincts was hard, and Vi needed to know not to be ashamed of them. She wanted to be wrapped up in nothing else but Caitlyn. Vi underdressed in the privacy of the bathroom. Kicking them off and not bothering to place them neatly anywhere. Vi closed the middle two buttons before walking back out.

Caitlyn was still fully dressed, waiting for Vi to make any move. Though the put together alpha appeared to be struggling to remain so distinguished than before. Caitlyn swallowed when she noticed Vi’s clear nudity beneath her shirt. “Janna,” she mumbled, “You look—,”

Vi inhaled sharply as Caitlyn quickly crossed the room. Appearing in front of her.

Caitlyn’s hand hovered over Vi’s hip, “May I touch you?”

Vi wanted to roll her eyes, “If you don’t touch me, I’ll find someone else who will.” but her tone sounded pathetic. Needy.

She hated it,

But Caitlyn moaned her approval, “I’d like to see how that will play out for you.” She pulled Vi closed, pressing their bodies together, “If you feel like stopping—”

“Just fucking touch me, already. This isn’t a church.”

Vi didn’t expect the kiss. This was far from Vi’s first kiss. She’s not that much of a virgin. Making out and grinding in her bedroom is the farthest she’s gone. Although, Vi expected Caitlyn to continue this charade of what a gentle alpha should be. But Caitlyn opened her mouth right away and deepened the kiss. Taking control immediately. 

Caitlyn did gently cup Vi’s face. Guiding her. A small thumb stroked Vi’s neck in a teasing manner. Tilting her head back just a bit. Using her barely there height as a tool to silently command Vi’s position. 

Vi’s body was already on fire, so she instantly pulled away, “Wait, why are we kissing?” her words were breathless. 

“Getting you comfortable.” Caitlyn’s eyes were nearly black, she leaned back in, choosing to kiss Vi’s chin, her cheek, then her neck. “Getting familiar with your flavor.” She stopped to lean back. “Unless you don’t want my mouth on you?”

Vi audibly swallowed, “Um, can we take it one touch at a time, Caitlyn?”

“Of course, we can.” Caitlyn stepped away at the request and began removing her own clothes. “How about I start with matching your state of undress?” 

“Sure,” Vi turned around. Not wanting to see Caitlyn’s skin being revealed in this manner. They weren’t girlfriends, they were hardly friends, Vi was only here to bust a nut a leave afterwards. She chose Caitlyn since the alpha’s notorious for being emotionally distant to marital prospects, choosing education and the future of her house instead of a love life. Sleeping with omegas for solely the relief it immediately causes during a rut. Gone the next morning without a trace. And that’s exactly who Vi needs right now. 

Vi doesn’t want lovey dovey or soppy romance.

She just wants to get this over this obstacle of her glaringly obvious virginity.

And Vi knows Caitlyn hardly has friends to gossip with. So the omega assumes this little get together will be kept just between Vi and Caitlyn. 

Vi crawled onto the bed. Feeling her mind get cloudy more and more. “Ahhh!” She whimpered, pressing her face to the soft comforter. Licking the material and moaning when she could taste Caitlyn from it. She wanted to snap out of it, but goddess Janna the more Vi licked at the comforter the more she wanted to behave like a fucking desperate omega. On her hands and knees, rubbing her face in Caitlyn’s blankets as though attempting to scent-mark the alpha as her own.

Vi’s for the evening.

Hers for the weekend.

“Caitlyn,” Vi gasped when she felt warm hands on her backside. She pushed backwards, having an entire bodily reaction when she felt a large erection press against her asscheek. “Fuck, you’re—”

Huge. 

“...hard,” Vi ended up saying, like a real needy omega. 

Caitlyn was only caressing Vi’s available skin. “Mhm,” she hummed, “I have been since you walked into my bedroom. It was difficult not to be. Not with such an amazing omega pretending to be the owner of said bedroom.”

Vi’s eyes rolled back when she felt the head of Caitlyn’s cock dip between her legs. Aimless. Just there like a third band mate forgotten on bass while the drummer and lead singer entertained the crowds. She closed her legs around Caitlyn’s erection, trapping it there. 

If only Vi could see the appreciative grin Caitlyn wore. Rocking her hips back and forth. Moaning loudly at the barely there friction. The alpha pressed their hips firmly together, humping Vi’s ass. 

Vi was nearly in tears at this point. They were barely touching, but feeling Caitlyn’s cock between her legs, rubbing her most intimate part, caused the omega to throb uncontrollably. And possibly even come with the kind of touching. 

Vi had to stop it.

“Wait,” Vi swallowed hard, grateful as Caitlyn pulled away. She rapidly blinked back her senses, shaking her head of the fog, “I don’t want to be fucked like this.”

“I wasn’t planning to,” Caitlyn simply answered, still caressing the back of Vi’s very muscular thighs, “I’m going at your pace, Vi. Whenever you want, I’m here. Are you sated with my scent now?”

As her answer, Vi pulled away and rolled onto her back. Swallowing hard as she stared between Caitlyn’s legs, “Sheesh, Kiramman.” Vi rubbed her face, just imagining that thing inside her. “Being Piltover’s richest princess wasn’t enough, huh? You needed to have the rod of the gods, too?”

The alpha grinned, coyly. “Well,” Caitlyn flipped her hair over her shoulder, “It is a Kiramman trait.”

“Not what your mother said last night—ow, ow!” Vi laughed as Caitlyn pinched her thigh, “Okay, low blow, sorry.”

Caitlyn rolled her neck, briefly annoyed, “I’d rather not hear about my mother right now.”

“No mama jokes. Got it.” Vi leaned back against the pillows, looking over Caitlyn’s body. 

She had such an awkward build, but it was the type that Caitlyn would most definitely fill out in a few years. The alpha had a failed dancer’s build. Too tall to keep dancing, too thin to play any rough non-regulated sports, and rather focuses on music or that ridiculously large rifle. Caitlyn reached between her legs, squeezing the base.

Her face was completely flushed by now. Caitlyn let go, using her hands to soothe Vi’s legs. “Can we kiss again, or is that completely off the table?”

Vi tried to get more comfortable, still having a staring contest with Caitlyn’s snake. “Um I guess we can, but why do you wanna kiss me?”

The alpha shuffled forward, leaning over Vi, “I suppose we don’t have to. Although it can help with you to relax while I enter you.”

“God, Caitlyn, can you speak normally for one second?” Vi rapidly blinked, “Just put it in. Give me your seed, come, fuck it—whatever you want to call it. I just need to be ready.”

Caitlyn silently nodded, choosing to go off actions than her strange way to talk Vi through it. 

Vi closed her eyes as Caitlyn rested on top of her. Not completely. But she was light enough for it to not bother Vi at all. Vi instantly tensed when she felt pressure at her entrance. “Fuck,” 

Caitlyn whispered something encouraging, “There, so good.” now kissing and licking Vi’s neck to distract the omega. 

Vi hissed when the pressure before too much for a second. “Wait, stop.”

Caitlyn’s hips stilled. Though she kept her mouth busy on Vi’s throat. “Mm,” the alpha moaned, trying not to shake from how tight Vi was. “Goddess, you’re tight.”

Vi grunted, “Must be nice for you, huh?” She pushed her hips, silently urging for Caitlyn to keep going. Her legs fell open just a bit more, allowing Caitlyn more room to work with. “So easy for you guys. No strange invasion up your—” Vi gasped when she felt Caitlyn’s firmly pressed against her own. “How the fuck did you get that in there?”

Caitlyn laughed breathlessly against her neck, “Getting you to be quiet was out of the question, so letting you ramble away your nerves gave me a window to—” she grunted with pleasure, “...fill you up.”

Vi pushed her hips, now annoyed, “Well, you’re in there. Now fuck me, Caitlyn.”

“Mhm,” The alpha heard the request, and treated it as such. 

Still pumping her hips at snail pace. Vi opened and closed her legs, like flapping wings—flightless, yet it helped to get Caitlyn to fall deeper into her cunt. 

Goddess Janna, once the initial discomfort dissipated, Vi was in absolute heaven. Grabbing Caitlyn everywhere. Going off the appreciative sounds the alpha released as Vi touched, groped, and kneaded supple flesh in her greedy hands. 

Caitlyn was nearly hyperventilating, “Oh Vi,” her rhythm was slightly off, but there was a power behind each thrust that sent Vi into orbit. 

Blissed out among the stars and still floating, that carnal desire to wear her alpha’s scent everywhere wasn’t even shameful anymore. 

“Mine!” Vi growled, filled with greed. Licking Caitlyn’s delicate neck, missing the knowing smirk, “All mine,” Vi panted, bucking her hips to match Caitlyn’s slow rocking. 

Caitlyn pressed their foreheads together, “Easy, now.” She groaned, “Keep that up and my knot will arrive faster than normal.”

“Just knot me already.” Vi whined, reaching down to grab a handful of Caitlyn’s ass. Forcing the alpha flush against her. “Fuck!” Vi yelled, thrashing, “It’s happening—oh fuck!”

“Already?” Caitlyn was clearly amused, “And here I thought I would be the one to prematurely spill.” Her brows knitted tightly together, “Oh goodness, you’re squeezing me. Oh no—,”

Vi could see Caitlyn’s tiny muscles strain to hold herself up, so Vi did what she assumed any omega would do. She roughly grabbed Caitlyn’s shoulders, pushing up—

“Oh!” Caitlyn gasped her delicate surprise.

Hair splayed out on her perfect pillows as she looked up at Vi. Her rosy cheeks darkened more if that were possible. 

“Sorry, Kiramman,” An alpha caught by sheer confusion spurred Vi on to rock her hips hard and fast. Finally able to enjoy the way Caitlyn was just rubbing her walls just right. “I said I wanted you to fuck me.” Vi got into a good position to just fuck herself on the alpha’s cock. 

“Vi!” Caitlyn was still much smaller, so Vi had to be careful. 

Not using her full weight, but pretty just hopping up and down on Caitlyn’s dick. Enjoying the squeals from the princess. It only took seconds for Caitlyn to gather her bearings, now completely delighted at the change of position. Caitlyn’s hands held onto Vi’s waist, watching herself disappear. Not caring about her soon to be bruised thighs from the powerful fucking. Caitlyn was smiling the way Vi always wanted to see an alpha express; complete loss of self-control. 

“Oh goddess, oh wow, oh shit!” Caitlyn, the refined perfection of Piltover aristocracy, was now a bumbling mess. Her tiny fingers were digging into Vi’s sides, trying to keep up. 

Vi felt arrogant. Sitting up and sensually rocking her hips, “Is this good for you, alpha?”

Caitlyn’s mouth hung open, though she nodded rapidly. Muttering quietly, “Yes!” When Caitlyn’s eyes slid shut, pure euphoria written on her expression, 

Vi leaned down to kiss her. 

Mainly to taste the alpha again. To inhale the drug of breeding pheromones for the first time. Needing to sate her feral omega as she rode Caitlyn to completion. 

Caitlyn bucked up then stilled, neck widening, “It’s coming! I’m coming!”

When Vi first felt the initial swelling, she came. “Unnngh!” Though she didn’t expect herself to clamp. Vi’s experienced orgasms before. 

Fingering herself or using alpha shaped toys was hardly anything new. 

However, this was something entirely different. 

Vi slumped onto Caitlyn. 

Vibrating.

Fucking shaking like she was having a seizure, but it was just the most powerful orgasm Vi’s ever experienced in her life. It never stopped. It peaked, and then went higher—still going and dragging Vi’s vagina with it. Once it finished, Vi had never felt so empty. 

Needing more.

Wanting more.

Vi also didn’t expect to cry. 

Pleasured tears poured down Vi’s face as she sobbed. “Cait—,” coming and coming and coming. 

Caitlyn was soothing her hands over Vi’s back. Never saying a word, letting these new emotions and strange omega flavor pheromones guide Vi while she stayed clamped on Caitlyn’s dick. Even when it all subsided, and Caitlyn’s cock fell out—still firm as ever, followed by the pool of seed, Vi wanted more. 

But more importantly, she craved it specifically from Caitlyn. 

Through impressive silent communication, Caitlyn reached between and angled herself so she could slide back into Vi. 

Vi groaned her appreciation, hiding her face in the crook of Caitlyn’s neck while the alpha took charge and slowly pumped into the omega. Vi wasn’t sure if Caitlyn could even orgasm again, or she was still hard because Vi kept wanting more from her. 

Suddenly Vi felt embarrassed. 

“Sorry,” she mumbled, possibly hours later, after the countless orgasm settled, “I can’t stop coming.”

Caitlyn sighed, understanding. “S’alright. I’m here for you, not the other way around.” Hair long since dried from their sweaty activities, she looked as put-together as Vi imagined. And the omega hated it. “You can keep using me as long as you’d like.”

Vi’s throat was dry as she tried to swallow. She hated herself for wanting to ask this, “Can I blow you?”

Caitlyn pushed on her shoulder, needing to gauge Vi’s expression, “You want to give me a blow job?”

Vi nodded, “Yeah. I don’t even care if you don’t come. I think I just want to taste you.”

“I mean,” Caitlyn stretched her legs as Vi got off, “I can come in your mouth if you’d want. Though, you may taste yourself more than me.” She got more comfortable. “I also give good head—so I’m told.”

Vi ignored that last part. “Sure,” she slid down Caitlyn’s body and went straight for the gold. Not teasing, not playing banter, just opening her mouth and taking as much of Caitlyn’s cock in her mouth as she could. 

Caitlyn bit her lip, “Oh yesssss, you’re really good at that.” She reached down massaging Vi’s hair.

Even if Caitlyn was lying and Vi gave horrible head, it was the words followed by the alpha’s possessive pheromones that caused Vi to clench. It turned her on.

Vi released Caitlyn’s dick with a plop, “Wait, I want you to come inside me.” Her body vibrated again. “Please, I need it, or I’ll die.”

“I can do that,” Caitlyn didn’t question the ridiculous excuse Vi gave. She must be used to useless and illogical thinking omegas.  

Vi was laid on her back, staring up at Caitlyn as she pumped herself before lining up her cock with Vi’s entrance. She roughly slid in and began bucking with the kind of force that caught Vi off guard.

“Holy fuck!” Vi yelped, “Oh shit, god damn, Caitlyn—”

Caitlyn offered a crooked smile, “You’ve had your fun. Now allow me to have mine.”

Caitlyn had given Vi the kind of bruising fuck, she’d sure as hell no one would believe her.

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Vi woke up to the smell of tea, hotcakes, and something sugary. 

But she didn’t have the energy to even open her eyes. Vi wasn’t sure if it was the following morning or even days later. She snuggled deeper into the plush pillows. Content to inhale Caitlyn and exhale utter relaxation. 

This was the best decision Vi’s made in a long time. 

Caitlyn Kiramman can fuck.

Leaving Vi a sobbing mess again. Kind enough to wipe Vi clean before whispering, I’ve got to shower. I’ll return shortly.

Before Vi fell into a coma or awoke in her next life. 

Vi barely remembers hearing piano, a flute, or even melodious violin accompanying each other. It was when the omega heard hushed chatter that she opened her eyes. Vi saw the table spread first, followed by her own clean and pressed uniform from the night before. Taking that as her silent cue, Vi reluctantly got up to shower. She knew she was going to be sore, but whatever her body was going through felt otherworldly. Vi could barely shampoo her own hair, her arms were giving out. 

As Vi was weakly pulling on her pants, the door opened and Caitlyn walked in. Appearing refreshed.

Her gaze fell on Vi, she smiled, “You’re finally awake.” Caitlyn was carrying her violin case. She placed it on the floor, “I’m glad.”

Vi stopped struggling and yanked her pants up, “Yeah,” god even talking was exhausting. “How long was I out?”

Caitlyn checked the clock, “About 18 hours now.”

Vi nearly choked on her own air, “How long?!”

Caitlyn nodded, “Any longer and I thought I’d have to send for a doctor.” She nodded towards the table, “This meal’s fresh. You should eat it all before you leave. You’ll need your strength.” 

Vi felt her chest tighten as she got up, “Yeah. I will.” Caitlyn was sitting at her desk, reading through something while Vi walked behind her. “Sorry,” she muttered, “I didn’t know how long I'd be out for.”

Caitlyn’s attention immediately snapped up, “I did.” Her countenance was that of a worried friend, “Although usually, you lot move around during your post nesting period. But you stayed in the same spot for hours.” She swiveled her chair around to face Vi, “If I were strong enough, I’d try flipping you over. But my father warned me that disturbing an omega's first heat rest could be detrimental. So I allowed you to rest like the dead.”

“Oh.” Vi whispered, then shoved a huge piece of pork in her mouth.

“How’re you feeling?” 

Vi sighed, focusing on her meal.

As much as Vi wished Caitlyn was gone and completely out of her life after this… thing they had, it was nice having someone here. “Fine. Just tired.”

Caitlyn slowly nodded, “You know you don’t have to leave right away. You can stay in our guest rooms through the weekend.”

Vi shook her head, reaching for some buttered buns, “Is that where your other conquests stay afterwards?”

Caitlyn made a strange noise, then chuckled, “I’ll have you know, you’re the first to spend the night.”

Vi didn’t care.

“Also,” Caitlyn continued, “You’re only number 2.”

Upon hearing this, Vi frowned, she looked over her shoulder. “No way.”

Caitlyn made a strange face, “No way? What do you mean by that? Do you truly think I’m bedding half my class? You believe those horrible rumors?”

“Are they really horrible? Sounds like you have game.”

“They make me sound cold and heartless and only after one thing.” Caitlyn now appeared sad, “Wait… is that you asked me to help you?”

Now Vi was getting pissed off, “It doesn’t matter why I asked you.”

Caitlyn got up, “It actually does, Vi. If you believed the horrible things our classmates whisper about me, then why ask me to help you in something so vulnerable, and wonderful, and—”

“Maybe because we’re not friends, and I didn’t want you to ask questions.” Vi quietly snapped. She gripped the side of the table. “I didn’t want to be vulnerable with someone I—” cared about, “...only to fuck things up afterwards. I wanted quick and easy, and you were the perfect choice.”

When Caitlyn said nothing, Vi risked a glance and immediately regretted it.

Caitlyn was holding herself, crying. Or trying not to. Blinking rapidly. Sniffling. Angry at herself. “If that’s the way you feel, then perhaps you should leave.”

Vi frowned, “Wait, what did you think last night was about?”

Caitlyn looked everywhere but at Vi.

“Caitlyn?”

Caitlyn wordlessly left the room. 

But in the distance a door slammed. 

Vi blinked, “What the fuck just happened?” she whispered to herself, wondering if she may have potentially ruined something great.

They weren’t friends, were they?

Vi left the Kiramman Mansion in silence, never to return again.