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“Hey Cait?”
Caitlyn looks up upon hearing her name called from the kitchen where her wife is making herself a plate of food.
“Yes, love?”
“Where’d you say you got this from?”
Vi walks in and Caitlyn tries not to drool. Her shirt hangs loose and cropped over her abs, shoulders and biceps on display as she takes a bite of the dinner Caitlyn had picked up on her way home from work. Her shorts sit low on her hips, and Caitlyn swallows thickly at the sight of her muscular thighs.
“Nancy’s. It just opened uptown. I thought we might want to try something new.”
Vi hums around another mouthful of food, and the sound is music to Caitlyn’s ears.
Did she forget to turn the heat down? Why is her face feeling so flushed all of a sudden?
“You okay?” Vi sits down next to her, looking concerned, but her proximity only makes the air in Caitlyn’s chest feel tighter.
“Yes,” Caitlyn responds, blushing all of a sudden. This is mad, she has been with Vi for years now and still she acts like a lovesick teenager?
“You sure?” Vi sets down her plate, turning to face her fully. “You look like you’re going to be sick.”
Vi cups her cheeks and Caitlyn’s eyelashes flutter as she lets out a hum.
“What was that?”
Caitlyn opens her eyes, embarrassed.
“What was what?”
“You just moaned.”
Her face gets even hotter.
“I did not!”
Vi looks over her face slowly, and a grin creeps onto her lips.
“Yes you did,” she says, an air of teasing in her voice. “I mean, damn, Cupcake, I knew I had the goods but to moan like that –”
“Shut up,” Caitlyn protests, trying to shove her hands off her face.
Vi takes the hint, dropping them back onto her lap as she laughs.
“Alright alright,” she says, “no need to snap.”
Caitlyn pouts, crossing her arms over her chest as the heat won’t fade and only gets worse.
Her pants are too tight. Her underwear is uncomfortable, how is she wet from just having Vi’s hands on her face? What is happening to her?
Why is she so horny all of a sudden?
She isn’t due for her period soon, she tracks it monthly and knows when she would be ovulating and craving Vi to dick her down more than normal. No, this is something different altogether.
Something is wrong with her.
She wracks her brain, going through all the motions of what she knows to be possible.
Perhaps she had been exposed to some new drug at work, if anything was airborne it could have gotten into her system without her awareness.
But she had only visited two crime scenes today, and neither had any suspicious drug affiliations.
Nothing in her recent memory explains why she all of a sudden wants to jump Vi’s bones to bounce on her cock until she passes out.
“Cupcake?”
“Hmm?”
“You just moaned again.”
Caitlyn looks at Vi, still sitting there with a grin on her face as she watches Caitlyn it seems. How could she be taking amusement at Caitlyn’s misery right now?
“I – I did?”
“Yep. Like this –” Vi mimics a high-pitched, exaggerated, near-pornographic moan as Caitlyn flushes bright red and smacks her arm as she giggles.
“I did not make that noise,” she huffs as Vi laughs so hard she clutches her ribs.
“Oh yes you did,” she chuckles. “Just like that, just like you do when I hit that spot just right inside you –”
“Vi.” Caitlyn hears it this time, the desperation in the way she gasps out her name. “Shut up!”
Vi grins. “How could I shut up when you’re the one moaning my name?”
Caitlyn balls up her fists. “Stop teasing me,” she growls. “I’m not – something feels weird.”
“In your pants?”
Caitlyn glares at her. “In my whole body.”
Vi’s face turns more solemn. “What do you mean, feels weird? Did you eat something weird? Drink something maybe?”
Caitlyn shakes her head. “No, I haven’t taken anything.”
“Describe how you’re feeling.”
Caitlyn fights down more blushes.
“I feel – horny,” she mumbles. Why is she shy around the woman that makes her cum harder than anyone ever before all of a sudden? She has to keep going before Vi makes another joke. “But – not normal horny. This is – elevated. My – entire body feels tingly and warm, as though – if I don’t relieve it right now, it’s going to get worse.”
Vi waits until she’s done, thinking hard from the looks of it. Her eyebrows had started to rise on her forehead, lips still twitching as if holding back laughter.
“Well, if you wanted me to fuck you, all you had to do was ask –”
“I’m being serious, Violet!” Caitlyn grumbles, arms still crossed and getting more and more frustrated.
Vi sobers up. “Okay, okay, I’m sorry,” she says. “Can you tell me more? Like, is it painful or just a mild discomfort?”
“Mild discomfort right now,” Caitlyn answers, turning away from Vi so she won’t make any more incriminating noises.
“Right now? Do you think it’s going to get worse?”
“Well, it’s been slowly getting worse,” Caitlyn says.
Vi thinks for a moment. “When did it first start?”
Caitlyn tries to think back. “After – I ate,” she says.
Vi’s eyes turn onto her plate of half-eaten food. “After you ate?” She confirms.
“Yes.”
“And you said you got this from – Nancy’s?”
Caitlyn nods.
“Oh – oh no.”
“What is it?”
“I’m pretty sure that was the place Lukas was telling me about. Where he and his wife ate and then had sex for like, seventeen hours straight. It was crazy.”
Caitlyn stares at her. Uncertain if she’s being serious or intentionally trying to get a rise out of her, she can’t be sure.
Because what does Vi mean by that otherwise?
“Seventeen hours,” she echoes, dubious still.
Vi nods. “Said they infused their shit with some kind of Shimmer adjacent aphrodisiac.”
So Caitlyn had just drugged them both. Unknowingly, unwittingly.
She rubs her face with her hands.
“You mean to tell me there’s Shimmer in this food? And they did not advertise it?”
“It’s a low enough amount that they don’t have to report it, I think. But also, they do advertise it. You must have just missed something.”
Caitlyn groans at the thought she was so careless to have overlooked something so important. “So – now what? Am I just going to feel like my skin is burning off my body?”
Vi glances at her plate again. “Well, you won’t be alone at least.” She picks up a forkful even as Caitlyn tries to stop her, but she only brings it to her nose to take a sniff. “Doesn’t smell off. Didn’t taste off.”
Caitlyn’s clothes are getting too tight on her body. She tugs at her collar, trying to breathe, and Vi looks back at her.
“I think I might go wash up,” Caitlyn murmurs, face burning from even just a glance. This aphrodisiac in her system is not making it easy to think properly.
Vi’s brows furrow in concern. “Are you sure you’re going to be okay?”
Caitlyn nods, suddenly her throat dry as chalk. “Yes dear, I just – I can’t stay in these clothes.”
Vi looks at her too sweetly. “Okay –”
As soon as the word leaves her mouth, Caitlyn is on her feet. She shoots up from the couch, plate forgotten as she nearly sprints up to her bedroom. Perhaps she should care a little more, be a little more dignified, but if she does not get her tight clothes off her body right this moment she is going to combust.
She’s practically tearing her sweater over her head, stumbling out of her pants as she shoves them down her legs. A trail of her clothes follow her as she shucks off her socks and underwear, cursing as she nearly trips, which would have sent her face first into the edge of her bathtub to chip her tooth.
She turns on the water, not bothering to let it heat up as she jumps in as soon as she is done fighting to unclasp her bra, nearly saying fuck it because she is desperate for some relief on her heated skin.
The cold water does little to cool her down. She lets the stream travel over her, closing her eyes as the rain of liquid cascades over her skin, frigid and cold and yet the fire in her blood is unquenched.
Something is so wrong.
She leans against the wall, chewing her lip, and thinks about it.
She parts her legs. Slowly, letting the water carve over the curve of her hips and ass, to reach a hand between her thighs.
The moan that leaves her lips is ragged. Torn from her throat from both the stimulation and shock to find herself so, so unbelievably wet.
This aphrodisiac is no joke.
Her clit is swollen and hard under her fingers, sensitive to the touch, yet something is not right.
Her touch isn’t relieving. No matter how fast she rubs, how easily she finds that spot that she knows is the right spot, it isn’t right.
And she knows exactly why not.
With another groan, she rests her head against the wall. What an unhelpful idea of hers.
She shuts off the water and steps out to grab a towel with a shaky hand. As soon as the water is off, her head feels woozy, and she grabs the wall again to steady herself.
In the time between coming upstairs and getting out of the shower, the effects have only gotten worse it seems.
And Caitlyn can’t dare to think about the solution to this problem.
She takes a deep breath as she looks at herself in the mirror, toweling herself off as best she can before she slips on a robe. If she’s going to ask Vi to fuck her silly, she’s going to do it right.
She opens the door to the bedroom she now shares with Vi, and stands shellshocked for a moment in the doorway.
The sight of Vi on her bed, hands twisting in her sheets, face buried in her pillows to drown out her noises, hips stuttering against her mattress, Caitlyn nearly faints.
She thinks she might have just come at the sight, but the burn of arousal is still very real as her soul returns to her body. Taking it in, the moonlight filtering in through the windows and the faint light from the lamps in her room illuminating Vi’s pale, tattooed skin, she has to ground herself.
Vi doesn’t seem to have heard the door opening even as Caitlyn takes a step towards her. Forcing one foot in front of the other as she makes her way through the suddenly massive room, each step weighing down like she’s got anchors strapped to her feet. She fights through the haze, the daze of her own crazed feelings, and one by one she makes it to the foot of the bed.
Vi is still grinding her hips down, still wearing her clothes. Caitlyn can see the damp outline of her cunt through her shorts and the jolt of electricity that shoots through her makes her lightheaded.
She’s close enough to hear the muffled whimpers of her wife, sounds that tug the mooring line of Caitlyn towards her.
Her voice doesn’t seem to be working. Neither can she form a coherent thought enough to say anything, so she just kneels on the bed silently like she’s kneeling to pray.
The shifting weight of the mattress jolts Vi to attention as the bed dips under Caitlyn, and she lifts her head from the pillows.
The sight of Vi’s face devastates Caitlyn. Her eyebrows furrowed, pupils completely blown, nostrils twitching, cheeks red, and her beautiful lips parted and shiny with spit that drools down her chin.
She looks ruined.
Caitlyn swallows thickly at the look of absolute need on her face, no doubt mirrored on her own.
“Cait,” Vi pleads, and there’s no resolve left to crumble as Caitlyn closes in near her.
“I’m here, darling,” she manages to say.
Vi shakes her head, confusing Caitlyn. “N-no,” she mutters, “I – I don’t want to hurt you.”
Caitlyn reaches out a hand to touch her face, and even as Vi tries to lean away from her, she can’t. She melts into her touch, a soft sigh leaving her lips as Caitlyn cups her cheeks.
Her skin is hot to the touch. Burning, much like Caitlyn’s blood felt like it was lava flowing through her veins.
“You could never,” Caitlyn murmurs. The air between them is thick, heavy from both of their hot breaths, their faces mere inches apart.
Caitlyn could easily close the distance, take Vi as her own, but she wouldn’t do it without her permission. Even with every cell in her body, every fiber of her being, everything that makes Caitlyn Caitlyn is screaming at her to take, she can’t do it.
Vi’s lip trembles as she reaches up to clasp Caitlyn’s wrist in her hand, and Caitlyn makes a sound at the back of her throat at the contact that she tries to hide.
“B-but what if I do?” Vi sounds afraid, worried, and Caitlyn wishes she could take every ounce of fear in her body and wrap it in a warm blanket. She wants nothing more than for Vi to feel safe.
“You won’t,” Caitlyn reassures her. “I trust you, Violet.”
Vi’s eyes slip shut. Caitlyn leans forward and presses her lips to her eyelids gently. She can’t pull back.
Her lips trail down her cheek, along her nose, and Vi is gasping for air as she reaches and pulls Caitlyn into her mouth.
The kiss is messy and hot and full of the essence of their love for each other, entangled in their lips as they connect again and again. Caitlyn pushes back her hair before grabbing onto Vi’s shoulders. Vi’s hand is on her hip, pulling her body in closer as Caitlyn arches into her touch and gasps into her mouth, “I need you, Vi.”
That seems to do it. Vi surges them up, pressing Caitlyn back into the pillows as she moans into the kiss. They’re touching each other everywhere, as if they couldn’t be close enough.
Vi tugs at the loose knot on her robe and lets it fall open, pushing the silk down her shoulder as she cups Caitlyn’s chest in her hand and kneads softly.
The kiss had ignited the fire inside Caitlyn, and her hands are only adding more kindling as she massages her breast with a well practiced hand.
Oxygen is stolen between kisses until Vi plants her lips on her jaw and marks her journey down Caitlyn’s neck with her tongue and teeth.
“V-Vi –” she’s already losing her mind, tongue too thick in her mouth.
Vi doesn’t make her wait any longer.
Her hand dances down her ribs and stomach until it finds the place that has been aching for relief since the night began and Caitlyn wails.
The sensation of her calloused fingers on a hot, swollen clit so needy for attention and finally getting what it wants is nearly too much. The pads of Vi’s fingers brush against the underside of her clit and Caitlyn digs her nails into her back.
“Oh–mm–nghh–Vi–” it’s all garbled as it drips from her lips like the arousal that drips from her cunt.
“That’s it,” Vi murmurs in her ear, voice rough as she works her arm between Caitlyn’s thighs, “let me hear you.”
Caitlyn’s hips buck up, trying to meet Vi halfway, but Vi just holds her down. Without even trying, without effort, she pins Caitlyn to the bed and fingers her until her toes curl and her eyes roll back in her head.
She’s crying out so loud. She’s scrambling a hand against the sheets. Her hips want to writhe but they can’t. The sensation is overwhelming in the best way possible.
The heat in her veins builds, it builds and builds until it explodes and she comes with a stuttered, “Vi!” as the breath is stolen from her lips and pleasure fills her head like a water balloon. She rides the waves of her orgasm until she’s gasping, and Vi eases up.
But Caitlyn doesn’t want her to stop. Shakes her head, limply reaching her hand to Vi’s wrist to guide her back.
“M-more,” she mumbles.
Vi kisses her cheek.
“Of course, sweetheart.”
Fingers softly tease her entrance, and Caitlyn is malleable again. She feels Vi gather up the copious arousal dripping out of her, hears her mumble a curse, and moans as she’s filled up slowly.
One finger at first, testing her out, but Caitlyn pulls Vi closer and she understands.
She adds another finger, and it barely stretches Caitlyn open. Still, she wants more.
She takes three of Vi’s thick fingers with ease. Tight around her digits, head fallen back and even more ragged moans leaving her lips, she’s falling apart.
Vi looks at her like she’s the most breathtaking woman she’s ever seen. Stars in her eyes, reverent in the way she gazes down at her like a deity in human form, and she tells her so.
“You are so beautiful,” she murmurs in Caitlyn’s ear.
Caitlyn loves it when she’s soft and sweet with her.
But right now, she needs to be stretched open and fucked like she means it.
“Vi,” she gasps out.
Vi kisses the shell of her ear. “Yeah, sweetheart?”
Caitlyn huffs in frustration. “St-stop – teasing me,” she growls.
Vi curls her fingers inside her and Caitlyn sees stars.
“I’m not.” Vi sounds genuinely confused, not like the smug arrogance she normally exudes when she’s intentionally teasing her. But right now, it’s all the same to Caitlyn.
“St-just – fuck –” Caitlyn groans, unable to vocalize what she’s thinking when she’s so turned on. “I – I need –”
“What do you need, baby?”
Caitlyn huffs again, pushing Vi weakly with her hand as Vi looks adorably confused.
She tries pointing. Towards the drawer. But her fingers don’t go where she wants them, and she drops her hand back down with another groan.
“I – I want –” she uses every last neuron firing to form a coherent thought enough to say, “I just want you to fuck me with your big butch cock.”
Vi falters. Her fingers stall inside Caitlyn, and Caitlyn squirms as her cheeks color with the heat of embarrassment.
But Vi just drops her head to her shoulder. Muffles the drawn out sigh of a noise she makes.
“Fuck –” she mumbles, “Cait, you – you can’t just – say things like that.”
The aphrodisiac is making Caitlyn crazier than normal. She glares at Vi as she lifts her head again, pupils blown so wide the gray has disappeared into black.
“Do not make me beg, Violet.” She tries to articulate her impatience as clearly as she can, and Vi nods.
“N-no, ma’am.”
She pulls her fingers out as Caitlyn gasps, and before Caitlyn can even think, she takes all three fingers in her mouth to suck clean.
They both moan.
“Fuck,” Vi mumbles again, “you taste perfect.”
She pushes herself off the bed, leaving Caitlyn reeling at her words as she stumbles to retrieve the harness and toy.
“Which one do you want?” Vi calls from the drawers.
“The Hexstrap.”
Caitlyn watches as she strips her clothes in record time. Shirt off, no bra, shorts and boxers off in one smooth motion. She’s efficient as she steps into the leather harness, tugging it up to sit on her hips as she tightens the straps and buckles with well-practiced ease.
The lack of fumbling, the confidence in Vi’s movements, the glory of her muscles on display, it all turns Caitlyn on even more.
She hasn’t forgotten about the drugs in her system, and the drugs haven’t forgotten about her.
She puts a pillow under her hips to try and distract herself, but it doesn’t help as her legs fall apart and spreads her hot, needy cunt open to the cold air.
Vi nearly runs back to the bed, lube in hand and glowing toy bouncing as if she can sense how needy Caitlyn is, and Caitlyn is wordlessly grateful that she does.
Vi settles between her legs and wide eyes zone in on the absolute mess between her thighs.
Caitlyn tries not to squirm even harder under her scrutiny, but luckily, Vi doesn’t make her wait much longer.
Another mumble of a curse, she’s holding her thighs apart and tracing the head of the cock between her folds, gathering slick atop the toy as they both moan again.
“Vi,” Caitlyn groans. The plea is clear in her tone.
“Yeah,” Vi mumbles, “yeah, I’ve got you.”
She slides the head of the cock in, stretching Caitlyn out perfectly, but Caitlyn is desperate.
She rocks her hips up and swallows the cock in one smooth motion, crying out. Vi almost falls on top of her, cursing as she loses her balance and Caitlyn revels in the pleasure of the stretch as it cools the fire in her blood for just a moment.
“F-fuck,” she moans, “oh – Vi – you’re so big.”
Vi drops her head again, arms bracketing Caitlyn as she shifts her knees.
“Fuck,” Vi grunts, “shit – you’re so tight, Cait – fuck –”
Caitlyn wiggles her hips again, trying to get her to hurry up. The relief had been instant, but fleeting, and she already needed more.
“Vi,” she pleads again, “fuck me.”
Vi nods, adjusting her arms so that she’s supported, and pulls her hips back.
The moment she thrusts back in, Caitlyn’s eyes roll back in her head and she keens.
Vi bites down on her shoulder as she pulls back again to thrust in a sharp rhythm that has Caitlyn gripping onto her back for dear life. Her nails carve down her back, moans growing louder and pitchier by the moment as she loses herself in the pleasure.
Vi’s cock hits every tender spot inside her that she needs. Every sensation calms the lava boiling in her system, and makes it all the more pleasurable. It feels so much better than normal, every one of her senses heightened to the extreme as she takes it all and drinks it all in.
Her muscles feel weak, but she wants more. She wants Vi in every way possible and impossible, she wants Vi so badly it’s no longer a want but a need. She needs Vi in a way she has never needed anything before, never needed anyone before.
And Vi is there. She is there to give, to love, to cherish, to hold Caitlyn so gently even as her hips tear her apart from the inside out.
She is there to whisper in Caitlyn’s ear how pretty she looks as Caitlyn drowns her out with noises of her own, but she will always hear what Vi has to say.
“There you go,” Vi murmurs, “let go for me, Cait. You look so beautiful like this. My beautiful girl, my pretty girl, mine, all mine.”
The claim drives Caitlyn closer to the edge. The absolution of belonging to each other. The conviction, the connection, the commitment, it’s teetering on the cliff over a chasm of carnal pleasure.
Vi pushes her thighs up even further, stretching her open even more. The backs of Caitlyn’s knees press against her chest, Vi is nearly folding her in half as she pounds into her with such a harsh rhythm that has screams tearing from her throat.
The newfound angle is even better, surpassing what Caitlyn thought she knew could feel good. Everything feels good, everything feels incredible and intense, and her head is swimming.
Her thighs are starting to tremble. The noises that fill the room are filthy, wretched in the wet sound of Vi slamming into her pussy, accompanied by each of their moans, it’s sinful to bear witness to.
But Caitlyn doesn’t care. There is no higher being that could be watching, because the most divine entity she has ever known is knelt between her thighs, laying worship to her body, singing devotion to her, and Caitlyn has found the highest power there is.
Loving Vi.
The sensation starts in her stomach. It builds, and it spreads across her belly. Warm and pleasant, it fills her chest and expands into her heart and lungs. Through her organs it seeps into her bones. It travels through her nervous system, down her legs to her toes, from her arms to her fingertips, and finally to her head.
The rush is like no other. It explodes like fireworks inside her, sparkling as she shakes apart at the seams and comes so hard her vision turns dark.
Then it happens again.
Colors spark to life in the show of pyrotechnics in her body.
Vi doesn’t stop fucking her through it. She nuzzles into her neck and buries her cock so deep inside her as she coos praise in Caitlyn’s ear and eases her through her pleasure.
Caitlyn can feel herself pulsing around her cock. Squeezing, twitching, wrecking her completely.
When she comes down enough to catch her breath, Vi kisses the corner of her jaw.
“Feeling good, Cupcake?”
Caitlyn whimpers.
Vi chuckles. “You wanna take it slow?”
Caitlyn barely manages to shake her head. The orgasm makes her dizzy, but as the moments pass, she can feel herself losing the relief from the fire.
She still needs more.
“N-need –” she stutters, and Vi lets her take her time. “T-turn – over.”
Vi pulls back, but not out. “Which way?”
Talking is too hard, and Caitlyn groans as she collects her limbs to shove Vi onto her back.
Somehow, she has the strength to lift herself onto her lap and sink the toy back inside her. It fills her up perfectly.
Vi thinks she’s died and gone to heaven. There’s no other explanation for it. How could she possibly have landed herself in this situation, to have a goddess such as Caitlyn Kiramman on her lap, in all her beauty, riding her cock? What luck, what good deeds have graced her to be here with the most beautiful person she has ever laid eyes on, drunk on her movements?
Caitlyn is grinding her hips, lips fallen open and eyes closed in bliss, looking like the most gorgeous painting and moaning the prettiest noises. Her hands clutching Vi’s shoulders, her tits are just within reach and Vi can’t resist. How could she ever resist Caitlyn?
She latches a mouth to an already hardened nipple, sucking gently at first. But the ragged noises falling from Caitlyn’s lips urge her on, as do her nails coming to scratch into her scalp and pull her head closer, and Vi obliges.
She would do anything for her wife.
She suctions her lips around stiff skin, grazing her teeth gently and pulling even higher-pitched noises from above.
With each soft bite, she can feel Caitlyn clamp down on her cock, and her head feels woozy.
Already, she’s near her tipping point. It was hard enough to hold back when she was on top, fucking Caitlyn with all her strength to please her. She didn’t want to cum just yet, wanted the focus to be on Caitlyn, on easing Caitlyn’s discomfort.
But now, with her hips rolling down on her cock, her tight little cunt squeezing around Vi with every movement, feeling how absolutely fucking ruined she is as she soaks Vi’s thighs with her arousal, Vi doesn’t know how much more she can restrain herself.
As if Caitlyn can read her mind, she leans down to graze her lips against her ear and whisper, “stop holding back, dear.”
Vi is great at following directions.
She grabs Caitlyn’s hips, triple checks with a look in hungry eyes that she wants this, and picks up the pace to fuck her hard and fast.
The result is immediate. Caitlyn collapses in her arms, shaking and crying out her sweet little moans in Vi’s ears, cries of “o-oh – yes – j-just – ngh – like that – fuck – holy shit – Vi!”
Every sound she makes drives Vi’s hips even harder, fueling her own lust for her wife to fuck her until she can’t remember her own name. It’s in these moments that Vi falls even deeper in love with her, that she is so calm and composed all the time except when she falls apart for Vi. Only Vi.
Vi is breathless, but not from the exertion. Caitlyn steals every last bit of air from her lungs, the mesmerizing way she comes undone and shakes apart as another orgasm builds in her body and wracks her with shakes.
This time, as she clamps down on Vi, Vi isn’t able to hold it back anymore. She buries her face in Caitlyn’s chest, muffling her own moans of pleasure as she thrusts upward and sinks herself to the hilt in Caitlyn’s cunt to shoot a load of her cum inside.
“Fuck – fuck – I’m sorry,” she mumbles, but Caitlyn just yanks her head back to kiss her breathless.
Their tongues collide, wet and messy and filthy as Caitlyn drinks Vi into her mouth.
“Why are you apologizing?” She asks when they’ve both recovered, still on Vi’s lap and still in her arms.
Vi rubs her hips, marveling at how soft her skin is. In all the years she’s loved Caitlyn, she has never figured out her secret to how she keeps her skin so incredibly soft, like down feathers that Vi wants to be engulfed in.
“You – you didn’t say it was okay for me to cum inside you,” Vi mumbles, blushing and looking away.
Caitlyn cups her cheeks, strokes her thumb over the tattoo on her face, and kisses the corner of her lips.
“When would I ever say no to that?” She murmurs.
Vi shrugs, still a little embarrassed. “I know – you normally say it’s okay, but I just – I worry with this drug and all that we’re not in our right minds.”
Caitlyn shifts her hips and gasps a little. Vi can feel her cum leaking out.
“Darling,” Caitlyn murmurs, “I want you. In every way. Inside and out.”
Vi can’t help but snicker a little. “Well, I am inside you right now.”
Caitlyn smiles at that. “That you are.” She hesitates. “Would you like to stop here?”
Vi searches her face, sees that her eyes are still a little desperate, feels the tremble in her body, the heat of her skin, and shakes her head.
“No,” she says, “I want you to turn over.”
Caitlyn’s smile is even bigger. She gasps again as she slides the toy out, then rearranges those beautiful long limbs of hers as she gets on her hands and knees.
Vi would never tire of the sight of her wife like this. Back deftly arched, ass in the air, hair messy and falling over her pretty face, Vi wants to burn this image into her memory for the years to come.
Caitlyn shuffles onto her elbows after realizing her arms are trembling a bit too hard, and Vi kneels behind her.
She takes a handful of that perfect ass and spreads her open.
The sight is mouthwatering. The folds of Caitlyn’s pussy are puffy and red, swollen from the rough abuse of Vi’s cock, leaking their mixed orgasms in slick lines that drip down her thighs until they shine with the sheen of arousal.
Vi licks her lips.
“Go ahead,” Caitlyn laughs from where she’s bent over. “I know you want a tas–ah!”
She doesn’t finish her sentence because Vi has pressed the flat of her tongue against her to draw a long line up the length of her cunt.
“Oh – fuck –” Caitlyn swears.
Vi moans a lewd noise into her, the salty tang of them both coating her taste buds in the most delicious way.
She does it again, licking from the base of Caitlyn’s still twitching clit up to where she flutters around Vi’s tongue when she pushes it inside to lap it all up greedily.
Her hands grip Caitlyn’s ass to spread her apart even further as she eats the cum out of her pussy, and Caitlyn’s squirming again.
As much as Vi wants to take her time, to show how much she appreciates Caitlyn with her mouth and tongue, she knows what she needs. So she presses a kiss to her sopping wet cunt and pulls back, a viscous string connecting them until it breaks as Vi kneels upright, taking her cock in hand again.
Before she puts it in, she gathers the saliva in her mouth to spit onto Caitlyn. Caitlyn moans filthily. Vi watches as the warm glob of saliva lands on her ass and drips down into her cunt. It’s the perfect lubrication for Vi to press the head of her cock to sink back into her cunt with ease.
Caitlyn tries to shove her hips back, but Vi holds her steady this time. She knows how she must be feeling, the burning ache in her veins that must be ten times worse for her, but she doesn’t want to hurt Caitlyn.
“Relax,” Vi murmurs, stroking her thumbs over her hips as Caitlyn mewls in protest. “I’ve got you baby. I’m going to take care of you.”
Caitlyn’s response is to arch her back a little more, and Vi can’t resist her any longer.
She adjusts herself to be comfortable, and pulls back to start thrusting.
The angle Caitlyn takes her seems to hit that spot just right as Caitlyn’s noises grow even higher in pitch.
There she is.
Her entire body is trembling as she takes it all, hands clutching the sheets and face buried in the pillows as she tries to meet every one of Vi’s thrusts with her hips, but Vi holds her strong.
“Mmm – ahh – fuck!” Is repeated over and over, along with a string of curses followed by Vi’s name in that lush whiny voice of hers.
The harsher Vi fucks her, the more she seems to lose herself. And Vi wants her beautiful brain off.
“Let go, Cait,” Vi murmurs, brushing her lips against her ear as she envelops her body with her own. “I’ve got you. You’re doing so good for me, sweetheart. So good.”
Caitlyn whimpers, shoulderblades tensing before she releases her muscles and all but collapses. Vi is the only thing holding her up now, her trembling limbs that start to shake even harder as she begins to ascend to that wonderful place Vi knows she wants to get to.
And Vi will do anything to help her get there.
She tightens her core, angles her hips, and tilts Caitlyn’s ass up.
The right move it seems, as it draws a muffled scream from Caitlyn’s lips when she buries herself to the hilt inside her cunt.
She just needs one last push.
Vi reaches around to find a straining clit, the hard nub that twitches as she touches it, and Caitlyn’s body goes taut. Vi rubs her fingers over the slippery mess as she draws the loudest sound from Caitlyn yet as she shatters so completely.
Shaking and convulsing, she comes so hard Vi feels liquid splashing onto her thighs but she couldn’t dare stop. Not when Caitlyn needs her, not when she can feel how badly she needs this. She strokes her through the strongest orgasm she has ever seen out of Caitlyn, and she has made Caitlyn cum so many times before.
She thrusts until she can’t anymore, until Caitlyn clenches down around her cock so hard that she’s left rutting against her, but still she won’t stop.
Not until Caitlyn is shaking and gasping and pushing her back with a trembling hand.
“S-sensitive –” she garbles out, and Vi gently pulls out to avoid overstimulating her.
Then she assesses the mess.
Caitlyn had cum so hard, she squirted. Vi thinks they should have put down a towel, but neither of them had the foresight to do so with their addled minds.
The bed is wet and sticky, and so is Caitlyn as she collapses onto the mattress, muscles still jerking about from the aftershocks.
Vi kisses her spine, pressing her lips against soft skin.
She maps out Caitlyn’s back with her lips, hearing the little gasps from her wife as she regains consciousness, but she lets her take her time.
She has never seen Caitlyn cum so hard and she can’t imagine how the drug is making her feel now.
Her own head is getting clearer, but she’s also consumed a lower dose so she imagines it’s passing through her system a little faster.
But as Caitlyn looks at her, eyes glassy and cheeks flushed, lips swollen and drooling, Vi thinks it might not be over yet.
“How are you feeling?” She murmurs, gently lifting Caitlyn to roll onto her back.
Caitlyn follows her manipulation, still not in control of her pliable limbs it seems as they splay out limply on the bed.
“Mmm,” is all Caitlyn answers, a blissed out smile on her face.
Vi chuckles. “All good then?”
Caitlyn lifts a finger in her direction, and Vi understands the weak come-hither motion. She unbuckles the harness, shucks it aside, and shuffles closer until she can lie next to her wife as she nuzzles in.
They hold each other close, Vi’s hands languidly coming up to stroke over Caitlyn’s hip as her lips press to the crown of her head.
“I love you,” Vi murmurs. Caitlyn hums again, face buried in the crook of her neck, limbs thrown over Vi’s now to entangle them even closer. Vi doesn’t care how sweaty they both are, she just cares that she’s in Caitlyn’s arms. “So, we’re never eating from Nancy’s again, are we?”
She feels a nip of sharp teeth on her collarbone and she yelps.
“Never say never,” Caitlyn mumbles sleepily.
Vi chuckles again. “Knew it.”