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Omegaverse Background

In the world of Arcane College, society is divided into three biological castes: Alphas, Betas, and Omegas.

Alphas, rare and dominant, exude commanding pheromones and possess both strength and primal instincts, with female Alphas bearing both a penis for breeding and a vagina, the latter reserved as a sacred act of submission and love, rarely offered.

Omegas, more common, are submissive by nature, their bodies wracked by monthly heat cycles that ignite an insatiable need to be bred by an Alpha, marked by a claiming bite that binds them to one Alpha for life.

Betas, the majority, balance traits of both, attracted to Alphas but less driven by instinct.

An Omega’s heat scent is intoxicating to Alphas, sparking a primal urge to claim, while a claimed Omega or Beta mated by another Alpha triggers fierce territorial disputes.

Alphas may breed freely, but a marked Omega belongs solely to their Alpha—unless challenged.

Suppressant pills exist to dull an Omega’s heat, but their efficacy wanes against a powerful Alpha’s presence, leaving Omegas like Caitlyn Kiramman battling their biology in a world where control is everything.

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Chapter 1: The Scent That Lingers

Date: September 1, 2025  

Location: Arcane College, Piltover Campus

The lecture hall of Arcane College hummed with the nervous buzz of freshman year. Nestled in Piltover’s gleaming skyline, the prestigious institution was a melting pot of old wealth and intellectual ambition, where Betas and Omegas dominated, and Alphas were a rare, electric force. Caitlyn Kiramman, an Omega born to the powerful Kiramman dynasty, sat ramrod straight in her psychology and criminal studies class, her long dark blue hair pulled into a sleek ponytail, her deep blue eyes fixed on her notebook. Her heat had begun yesterday, a cruel monthly torment since turning 18. The suppressant pills prescribed by her doctor dulled the ache, but her Omega instincts still simmered, threatening to unravel her polished composure.

Beside her, Harley, her Beta best friend since high school, doodled in her notebook with a relaxed grin. Harley’s short, tousled brown hair and warm hazel eyes complemented her easygoing vibe. She’d claimed her Omega girlfriend, Lena—petite, with soft blonde curls and gentle green eyes—last month at a gala, their bond sealed in a whirlwind of scent and desire. Harley’s Beta nature, blending Alpha dominance and Omega empathy, made her a pillar for Caitlyn, especially during her first agonizing heat. Lena sat a row ahead, her soft giggles mingling with the professor’s drone. The trio’s friendship anchored Caitlyn in a world where her Omega biology felt like a curse.

Caitlyn’s pen glided across her notebook, her focus razor-sharp. A straight-A student and champion sharpshooter, her trophies adorned the Kiramman estate, a testament to her discipline despite her Omega traits. But today, her control faltered. A faint scent—musky, electric, *Alpha*—slipped into her senses, stirring a memory from a year ago. At a gala, an unknown Alpha’s scent had overwhelmed her, driving her to lock herself in a bathroom, fingers frantic between her thighs to sate the unbearable need. She never saw them, but the scent haunted her. Now, it was here, in this classroom, stronger, closer, *familiar*. Her body reacted despite the pills—her skin flushed, her thighs clenched, and a soft whimper caught in her throat. *Fuck,* she thought, frustration surging. Her Omega side was her greatest weakness, betraying her elegance.

Harley glanced over, her Beta senses catching the sweet, heady spike in Caitlyn’s scent. “Cait, you okay?” she whispered, concern softening her voice. Caitlyn’s deep blue eyes flickered, her lips pressing into a thin line as she nodded, but her hands trembled, betraying her. The Alpha scent thickened, coiling around her like a chain, her core throbbing with a need she despised. Harley’s brow furrowed. “Your heat’s kicking up, isn’t it? Let’s get you to the bathroom.”

Caitlyn wanted to argue—she *hated* losing control—but the scent was dizzying, pulling her under. She let Harley guide her out, Lena’s worried glance following them. In the bathroom, Caitlyn leaned over the sink, splashing cold water on her face, her breaths shallow and ragged. Her reflection showed flushed cheeks, dilated pupils, and a desperation she loathed. “I took the damn pills,” she muttered, her posh accent tight. “Why is this happening?”

Harley leaned against the wall, arms crossed. “Your scent’s strong, Cait. Like, *really* strong. I can smell it, and I’m just a Beta. If an Alpha’s nearby…” She trailed off, her nose wrinkling as she caught Caitlyn’s arousal, sharp and sweet like ripe fruit. “You need to work it off, babe. It’ll help.”

Caitlyn shook her head, gripping the sink. “I can handle it. I *have* to.” But her body screamed otherwise, her Omega instincts begging for an Alpha’s touch, for release, for *breeding*. The thought made her stomach twist with shame and desire.

The bathroom door slammed open, the sound echoing off the tiles. A figure strode in—tall, lean, and muscular, with short, choppy pink hair shaved at the sides, tattoos snaking across her arms and back. Vi. Her tank top hugged her sculpted frame, her low-slung jeans hinting at the growing bulge beneath. Her powder blue eyes locked onto Caitlyn, sharp and hungry, her cocky grin pure trouble. Her Alpha scent hit Caitlyn like a tidal wave—leather, smoke, and raw power that made her knees buckle. It was *her*, the Alpha from the gala, the one whose scent had haunted Caitlyn’s dreams.

Vi inhaled deeply, her grin widening. “Well, damn,” she drawled, voice low and teasing. “Smells like a fuckin’ dessert in here.” Her powder blue eyes raked over Caitlyn, taking in her trembling frame, the way her elegant blouse clung to her sweat-dampened skin. “You’re the sweetest thing I’ve ever scented, Cupcake. Been driving me crazy since last year.”

Caitlyn’s breath hitched, her body betraying her with a fresh wave of arousal. She recognized Vi’s scent instantly, and the realization hit hard—this was the Alpha who’d nearly undone her. But Vi’s flirty, casual demeanor grated against Caitlyn’s need for control. “Don’t call me that,” she snapped, her posh accent sharp despite the quiver in her voice. Her eyes flicked down involuntarily, catching the unmistakable outline of Vi’s hardening cock straining against her jeans, a clear sign her Alpha biology was reacting to Caitlyn’s heat. Her throat went dry, desire warring with defiance.

Harley stepped forward, protective but wary. “Hey, back off. She’s not some Omega you can just—”

Vi raised a hand, her grin softening but no less mischievous. “Relax, Beta. I’m not here to cause trouble. Just followed the best damn scent I’ve ever smelled.” Her eyes stayed on Caitlyn, softening with awe. “You’re somethin’ else, you know that? Most Omegas would be begging by now, but you’re fighting it. Respect.”

Caitlyn’s cheeks burned, her Omega instincts screaming to submit, to let this Alpha claim her and end the torment. But she straightened, forcing steel into her spine. “I don’t need your help,” she said, voice clipped. “I can take care of myself.” She turned, marching toward a stall, her heels clicking defiantly on the tiles. But her body trembled, her slick pooling between her thighs, betraying her words.

Vi chuckled, low and rough, leaning against the doorframe. “Sure, Cupcake. But that scent of yours? It’s like a damn beacon. Other Alphas’ll come sniffing, and not all of ‘em are as nice as me.” Her tone was playful, but her powder blue eyes darkened with a protective edge. “I’ll guard the door. Wouldn’t want some feral asshole ruining your day.”

Caitlyn paused, surprised by the gesture. Most Alphas would’ve pushed, taken advantage of her heat’s pull. Vi’s restraint—mixed with that infuriating charm—made her heart stutter. She slipped into the stall, locking the door, her fingers already fumbling with her skirt as the need overwhelmed her. Harley followed, standing guard inside, her presence calming.

As Caitlyn’s fingers slid beneath her panties, her breath hitched, her body aching for release. The stall walls seemed to close in, her senses flooded with Vi’s scent lingering outside. She bit her lip, stifling a moan as she worked herself, her fingers slick with her own arousal. Her mind betrayed her, flashing to Vi—those strong, tattooed hands, that cocky grin, the bulge in her pants promising relief. Her Omega side begged for Vi to burst in, to pin her against the wall and knot her until the heat stopped. But Caitlyn clung to control, even as her body shuddered, chasing release alone.

Outside, Vi leaned against the door, her own breath uneven. Caitlyn’s scent was intoxicating, sweeter than any Omega she’d ever fucked. She’d bedded plenty—Betas and Omegas alike, satisfying their heats as an Alpha’s duty—but none had hit her like this. Her cock throbbed, straining painfully against her jeans, and she adjusted herself with a low growl. “Fuck, Cupcake,” she muttered under her breath. “You’re gonna be trouble.”

Harley glanced at Vi through the stall door’s crack, her expression wary but curious. “You’re not like most Alphas,” she said, voice low. “Why’re you being… decent?”

Vi smirked, but her powder blue eyes stayed on the stall door, where Caitlyn’s soft gasps filtered through. “’Cause she’s not just some Omega. She’s *different*. And I don’t fuck with someone who doesn’t want it.” Her voice dropped, a hint of hunger breaking through. “But damn, I hope she changes her mind.”

Inside the stall, Caitlyn’s climax hit hard, her body shaking as she muffled her cry against her hand. The relief was temporary, her heat still simmering, but it was enough to clear her head. She straightened her clothes, her face flushed but composed, and stepped out, meeting Vi’s gaze with a mix of defiance and curiosity.

“You done, Cupcake?” Vi teased, but her eyes held a flicker of respect.

“Don’t call me that,” Caitlyn repeated, but her voice softened, her Omega side still buzzing from Vi’s presence. “And… thank you. For the door.”

Vi’s grin was pure trouble, her powder blue eyes glinting. “Anytime, princess. But you keep smellin’ like that, we’re gonna have a problem.” She winked, pushing off the wall and sauntering out, leaving Caitlyn’s heart racing and her mind a mess of desire and frustration.

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Chapter 2: Paired with Trouble

Date: September 1, 2025  

Location: Arcane College, Piltover Campus

Caitlyn Kiramman slipped back into the criminal studies classroom, her cheeks still faintly flushed from the bathroom encounter. Harley, her Beta best friend, gave her a reassuring nudge as they settled into their seats, Lena’s gentle green eyes flickering with concern from the row ahead. Caitlyn’s long dark blue hair, neatly pulled into a ponytail, swayed as she adjusted her elegant blouse, her deep blue eyes refocusing on her notebook. The release in the bathroom had dulled her heat’s edge, but Vi’s lingering scent—leather, smoke, and raw Alpha power—clung to her senses, threatening her hard-won control. She forced a steady breath, determined to reclaim her composure, her sharpshooter’s precision guiding her pen across the page.

As the lecture ended, Harley and Lena caught up with Caitlyn in the hallway, their hands intertwined, their smiles warm. “You okay, Cait?” Harley asked, her tousled brown hair falling into her hazel eyes. Lena, petite with soft blonde curls, tilted her head in concern.

Caitlyn forced a smile, her posh accent crisp. “I’m fine. Just… adjusting.” She glanced at her friends, their easy affection a quiet ache in her chest. Harley and Lena had been her rock through high school, especially when her first heat hit at 18. The Kiramman name—synonymous with power and wealth—came with expectations. Her mother, Cassandra, an Alpha, and her grandmother, both towering figures, had assumed Caitlyn would follow suit. When her Omega nature surfaced, the subtle disappointment in her mother’s eyes cut deep. Her father, Tobias, an Omega, understood her struggle, his gentle support a balm against Cassandra’s unspoken judgment. Caitlyn pushed herself harder—acing exams, winning sharpshooting tournaments—to prove her worth, but her heat cycles remained a humiliating distraction she despised.

“You sure?” Lena’s soft voice broke through. “You smelled intense back there.”

Caitlyn nodded, her smile tight. “I’ll manage. Go to your next class. I’ll see you at lunch.” She watched them leave, hand in hand, her heart warming despite her turmoil. She loved their support, but the weight of her family’s legacy pressed heavy.

In her psychology class, Caitlyn froze at the threshold. Vi’s scent—leather, smoke, and raw Alpha power—hit her like a punch. Her eyes scanned the room, landing on Vi, slouched in the corner, her short pink hair tousled, tattoos peeking from her tank top, powder blue eyes glinting with mischief. Vi smirked, catching her gaze, and Caitlyn’s stomach flipped. She chose a seat across the room, far from Vi’s intoxicating presence. Her heat was under control for now, but proximity to Vi could unravel her. She pulled out her notebook, forcing her focus to the lecture, but Vi’s scent lingered, teasing her senses.

Vi watched Caitlyn from the corner, her Alpha instincts buzzing. Caitlyn Kiramman was no ordinary Omega. Vi had recognized her in the bathroom—the poised princess from Piltover’s elite, her beauty striking even at stuffy galas Vi attended to support her father, Vander. As Zaun’s underground mafia boss, Vander balanced peace with Piltover’s enforcers, taking down real threats in exchange for his people’s safety. Vi, an Alpha since 15, found the attention from Omegas and Betas overwhelming at first, their scents pulling at her primal urges. She’d grown into it, embracing her role with cocky charm, satisfying those who sought her with unmatched stamina. But Caitlyn’s scent—sweet, addictive, unlike anything else—hit differently. Vi remembered it from a gala a year ago, when she’d left early, restless from its pull. Her sister Jinx, a chaotic Beta with wild blue hair, once teased her about soulmate scents, a rare bond marked by unmatched mutual attraction. Could Caitlyn be that?

Vi’s eyes flicked to Caitlyn, noting the Betas around her stealing glances at her elegant frame. Vi’s own bulge, still lingering from the bathroom, drew stares from half the class. She leaned back, unbothered, her grin daring anyone to challenge her.

Professor Sarah, a stern Beta with sharp eyes, entered and announced a group project, a major component of the course grade. A pairing table flashed on the screen, and Vi’s grin widened. *Caitlyn Kiramman*. Her partner. Across the room, Caitlyn’s brow furrowed, her deep blue eyes meeting Vi’s with a mix of dread and defiance. *I’m fucked*, Caitlyn thought, her heart racing. Vi was trouble—her scent, her attitude, her *everything* threatened Caitlyn’s control. And worse, she feared Vi’s laid-back vibe would tank their project, dragging down her perfect GPA.

The class dragged on, Caitlyn’s notes meticulous but her mind racing. Vi’s presence was a distraction, her scent stirring her heat despite the morning’s relief. When the lecture ended, Professor Sarah instructed pairs to submit a project topic by day’s end. Caitlyn sighed, packing her bag, and approached Vi, her heels clicking with purpose. Vi’s powder blue eyes locked onto her, playful and hungry, as Caitlyn’s nose caught her scent—stronger now, making her thighs clench.

“We need to discuss the project,” Caitlyn said, her voice firm despite the heat simmering in her core. Her eyes flicked to Vi’s bulge, still prominent, and she swallowed hard. “Library, after lunch. We’re both free then.”

Vi leaned forward, her grin all trouble. “Whatever you say, Cupcake. Library sounds cozy.” Her voice dripped with flirtation, her scent wrapping around Caitlyn like a tease.

Caitlyn’s cheeks flushed, but she held her ground. “Don’t call me that.” She turned, striding away, her heart pounding as Vi’s chuckle followed her.

At the cafeteria, Caitlyn joined Harley and Lena, her tray of food untouched as she recounted the pairing. “Vi’s my project partner,” she said, frustration lacing her posh accent. “She’s… distracting.”

Harley smirked. “Distracting, huh? That Alpha’s got you rattled.”

Lena nudged Harley, her voice soft. “Be nice. Cait, you’ll handle her. You always do.”

Caitlyn’s eyes flicked across the cafeteria, catching Vi’s gaze. Vi stood with a group, her easy laugh drawing eyes—Betas and Omegas trailing after her like moths. Vi smirked at Caitlyn, her powder blue eyes glinting, then grabbed a sandwich and left. Caitlyn’s heat stirred, the pills’ effect waning without a second dose. She sighed, noticing Betas around her staring, their gazes heavy but hesitant, likely intimidated by the Kiramman name.

“I need to get out of here,” Caitlyn muttered, pushing her tray away. “I’ll wait in the library. Fewer… distractions.”

Harley squeezed her hand. “You got this, Cait. Call us if you need us.”

In the library study room, Caitlyn settled into a quiet corner, the space nearly empty. Her tablet glowed with notes, earbuds playing soft music to ground her. She forced her focus to the project, brainstorming topics, but her Omega senses prickled. A new scent—Alpha, sharp and aggressive—cut through the air. Not Vi. Her head snapped up, spotting Nathaniel Arison approaching.

Nathaniel, tall with slicked-back dark hair and cold green eyes, oozed arrogance. His family rivaled the Kirammans in wealth and influence, but his reputation as a cruel, entitled Alpha preceded him. He’d eyed Caitlyn since they were 15, his advances relentless and vile. Now, his gaze raked over her, his nostrils flaring as he caught her heat’s lingering scent.

“Kiramman,” he drawled, leaning against the table, too close. “Smelling sweet today. Heat got you desperate?”

Caitlyn’s jaw tightened, her deep blue eyes narrowing. “Back off, Nathaniel. I’m fine.”

He smirked, his hand brushing his crotch, his bulge evident. “Come on, Cait. I can smell your need. Let me help. I’d fuck you so good, end that misery.” His voice dropped, dripping with filth. “You’re not like those other bitches I’ve had. You’re… elegant. I’ve wanted you forever.”

Caitlyn’s stomach churned, a weak Omega pull toward his Alpha scent warring with her disgust. It was nothing compared to Vi’s effect, but biology betrayed her, her heat flickering. “I said back off,” she snapped, her voice firm but her hands trembling slightly. Nathaniel stepped closer, his moan low as he palmed himself, his scent overwhelming.

Her heart raced, nerves creeping in. She was alone, and Nathaniel wasn’t known for taking no for an answer.

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Chapter 3: Edge of Control

Date: September 1, 2025  

Location: Arcane College, Piltover Campus

Caitlyn’s heart pounded as Nathaniel Arison loomed closer, his cold green eyes glinting with predatory hunger. His slicked-back dark hair gleamed under the library’s dim lights, his Alpha scent sharp and aggressive, making her stomach churn. His breath, hot and sour, brushed her face as he leaned in, his hand stroking his bulge through his trousers, a low moan escaping his lips. “C’mon, Kiramman,” he purred, voice dripping with filth. “I could take you right here, bend you over this table, fuck you till that heat’s gone.” His gaze lingered on her breasts, then slid down to her legs, bared beneath her tailored skirt. “You’d love it.”

Caitlyn froze, her deep blue eyes wide with fear and disgust. The study room was empty, the exit a distant hope across rows of bookshelves. She wanted to scream, to run, but her legs felt leaden, her Omega instincts trembling under his scent. “My family won’t stand for this,” she said, her posh accent sharp but shaking. “You touch me, and you’ll regret it.”

Nathaniel laughed, a cruel edge to it. “Don’t care, princess. My family’s as big as yours. And you’re an Omega—you’re *made* to submit, to please an Alpha like me.” He tugged at his belt, the leather snapping free, revealing his hardening cock. His smile was vile as he stroked himself, stepping closer, reaching for her.

Caitlyn’s breath hitched, panic rising. “Back off, Nathaniel!” she snapped, but her voice wavered, her hands trembling. He ignored her, his fingers grazing her wrist, rough and possessive, pulling her toward his exposed cock.

A new scent flooded the room—leather, smoke, and raw, vibrant power. Vi. It was alive, free, warm, a stark contrast to Nathaniel’s oppressive stench. Caitlyn’s body reacted instantly, her heat spiking despite her morning relief, her thighs slick with need. She hated it, the way Vi’s scent unraveled her control, but in this moment, she prayed for Vi’s presence, a lifeline against Nathaniel’s threat.

The study room door burst open, and Vi vaulted in, her lean, muscular frame moving with predatory grace. Her short pink hair, shaved at the sides, was tousled, her tattoos peeking from her tank top, and her powder blue eyes blazed with fury. In seconds, she parkoured over a table, landing between Caitlyn and Nathaniel. Her grip clamped onto Nathaniel’s wrist, her strength forcing him to release Caitlyn with a yelp. Vi’s eyes flicked to Caitlyn, a quick check—*you okay?*—before locking back on Nathaniel, her smirk sharp and dangerous.

“Well, look at that,” Vi drawled, her voice dripping with mockery as she glanced at Nathaniel’s cock. “With a sad little prick like that, you’re lucky your family’s got money and you’re an Alpha. Pathetic.” Her powder blue eyes glinted with mischief, but her stance was coiled, ready.

Nathaniel’s face twisted with rage, Caitlyn’s sweet scent—spiked by Vi’s arrival—driving him feral. He swung a punch at Vi, his fist aimed at her jaw. Vi took it to the stomach instead, absorbing it with a grunt, her smirk unwavering. “You started it, asshole,” she taunted, then retaliated with a swift uppercut, her fist connecting with Nathaniel’s jaw. He flew back, crashing into tables and chairs, books scattering across the floor.

Vi knew Nathaniel—his name was hard to forget, reeking of arrogance. Her father, Vander, had warned her about the Arison family, corrupt leeches who squeezed their workers dry and flaunted their power. Vi had seen Nathaniel at meetings, a spoiled brat with no brains, no threat to her. Growing up in Zaun, Vi was a fighter—elite boxer, strong even for an Alpha, her fists honed from childhood brawls and Vander’s “jobs.” Nathaniel was nothing.

Nathaniel struggled to his feet, pain contorting his face. “You’re just Vander’s street rat!” he spat, his voice shrill. “My family’s stronger, you piece of shit!” But his limp body betrayed his fear, and he stumbled out, fleeing the room with a string of curses.

Vi turned to him, taunting, “Run along, rich boy!” Her smirk faded as she faced Caitlyn, her powder blue eyes softening with concern. “You hurt, Cupcake?” she asked, stepping closer, her scent wrapping around Caitlyn like a warm blanket. “Shoulda waited for me. Told you I’d be here.”

Caitlyn’s breath steadied, Vi’s presence a shield against the lingering fear. “I’m fine,” she said, her posh accent clipped but grateful. “Are *you* okay? He hit you.” Her eyes flicked to Vi’s stomach, where the punch had landed.

Vi chuckled, patting her abs. “Takes more than that to rattle me, princess.” But her grin faltered as Caitlyn’s scent hit her—sweet, intoxicating, stronger now. Her cock twitched, straining against her jeans, the bulge impossible to hide. Caitlyn’s heat was spiking again, her face flushed, her deep blue eyes glassy with need. The air in the study room crackled with tension, their scents mingling like a storm.

“I’m sorry,” Caitlyn whispered, her voice tight with frustration. “I usually control this… but your scent, it’s too much.” Her thighs pressed together, her slick soaking through her panties, her Omega instincts screaming for Vi’s touch. She hated it—hated losing herself—but Vi’s warmth, her protectiveness, made it unbearable to resist.

Vi’s grin softened, teasing but gentle. “You’re killing me, Cupcake. Smelling like that? It’s a damn miracle I’m still standing.” Her voice was playful, but her eyes were dark with hunger, her cock throbbing painfully. She stepped closer, careful. “You need help? I’m not talking breeding—just… an Alpha’s touch. Better than your hand, trust me.”

Caitlyn hesitated, her body screaming *yes* while her mind clung to control. Vi’s restraint, her focus on Caitlyn’s safety, chipped away at her defenses. An Alpha’s touch *would* be stronger, faster. She nodded, her voice firm but trembling. “Fine. But if you try anything more, I’ll make you regret it, Vi.”

Vi’s smirk was pure mischief. “Wouldn’t dream of it, princess.” But her eyes betrayed her desperation, her need to touch Caitlyn burning through her.

Caitlyn led Vi to a secluded corner of the study room, hidden by towering bookshelves. Her heat was a fire now, her body trembling, her slick dripping down her thighs. Vi’s scent—alive, free, safe—pulled her under, her Omega instincts begging for release. Vi’s hands hovered, waiting for permission, her powder blue eyes locked on Caitlyn’s flushed face.

“Okay, Cupcake,” Vi murmured, her voice low and husky. “Let me take care of you.” Her calloused fingers grazed Caitlyn’s arm, sending a jolt through her body, her skin prickling with heat. Vi’s touch was slow, deliberate, teasing as she traced up Caitlyn’s forearm, then down to her waist, her hands strong yet gentle. Caitlyn’s breath hitched, her body arching instinctively into Vi’s touch, her Omega side craving more.

Vi’s fingers slid under Caitlyn’s blouse, brushing the soft skin of her stomach, circling just above her skirt’s waistband. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” Vi whispered, her voice rough with desire. Her thumb grazed the edge of Caitlyn’s hip, dipping lower, teasing the hem of her skirt. Caitlyn moaned, soft and desperate, her hands gripping the table behind her, her knuckles white. Vi’s touch was electric, each stroke igniting waves of pleasure that her own fingers could never match.

Vi’s eyes never left Caitlyn’s face, drinking in every gasp, every flutter of her lashes. “That’s it, princess,” she purred, her fingers slipping beneath Caitlyn’s skirt, brushing the soaked fabric of her panties. “Let me make it better.” She circled Caitlyn’s clit through the cloth, slow and torturous, her touch expert from years of satisfying Omegas and Betas. Caitlyn’s hips bucked, a strangled moan escaping as Vi teased her, pushing her closer to the edge.

“Vi,” Caitlyn gasped, her posh accent cracking, her deep blue eyes pleading. Her body trembled, her heat consuming her, but Vi’s control—her focus on *Caitlyn’s* pleasure—made it feel safe, wanted. Vi’s fingers pressed harder, slipping beneath the panties, finding her slick folds. She stroked with precision, her thumb circling Caitlyn’s clit while her fingers teased her entrance, never pushing inside, respecting the line Caitlyn had drawn.

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” Vi growled, her voice thick with need, her cock straining painfully against her jeans. She leaned closer, her breath hot against Caitlyn’s ear. “You’re driving me crazy, Cupcake. Smell so fucking good.” Her free hand gripped Caitlyn’s hip, steadying her as Caitlyn’s moans grew louder, her body shaking. Vi’s touch was relentless, teasing and firm, pushing Caitlyn toward release.

Caitlyn’s climax hit like a tidal wave, her body shuddering, her cry muffled against Vi’s shoulder as she clung to her, legs trembling. Vi held her steady, her fingers slowing, drawing out every aftershock until Caitlyn slumped against the table, panting, her head clearer but her heat still simmering beneath the surface.

Vi stepped back, her powder blue eyes dark with unspent desire, her bulge obscene under her jeans. “Told you an Alpha’s touch is better,” she teased, but her voice was strained, her control fraying.

Caitlyn’s gaze dropped to Vi’s cock, the outline thick and throbbing. Guilt and desire twisted inside her—she couldn’t owe Vi, not when her Omega instincts screamed to touch, to taste. It was an excuse, she knew, to give in to the attraction that burned hotter than anything she’d felt. “I… I can’t leave you like that,” she murmured, her posh accent soft, hesitant. Her hands trembled as she reached for Vi’s jeans, tugging them down, revealing Vi’s cock—thick, veined, pulsing with need.

Vi moaned, low and rough, as Caitlyn’s fingers wrapped around her, stroking slowly. “Fuck, Cupcake,” Vi groaned, her hips bucking slightly, her powder blue eyes locked on Caitlyn’s flushed face. “You don’t have to—” But her words cut off in a hiss as Caitlyn’s grip tightened, her touch tentative but growing bolder, driven by instinct and the magnetic pull of Vi’s scent.

Caitlyn’s eyes flicked up, meeting Vi’s, a mix of defiance and desire in her gaze. “Shut up,” she whispered, her voice shaky but firm, her Omega side reveling in Vi’s moans, in the power of unraveling an Alpha. She stroked faster, her fingers slick with Vi’s precum, her own heat stirring again at the sight of Vi’s pleasure—her parted lips, her clenched jaw, the way her tattoos flexed with every shudder.

Vi’s hand gripped the table, her knuckles white, her control slipping. “You’re gonna kill me, princess,” she gasped, her voice raw, her cock throbbing under Caitlyn’s touch. The air was thick with their scents, their mutual need a mirror, pushing them both to the edge of something dangerous, something neither was ready to name.

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Chapter 4: Tangled Scents

Date: September 1, 2025  

Location: Arcane College, Piltover Campus

Caitlyn’s fingers wrapped tighter around Vi’s cock, the heat and weight of it overwhelming in her hand. It was… impressive. Thick, veined, pulsing with a raw power that made her breath catch. She’d studied Alpha anatomy in biology texts when her first heat hit, desperate to understand her Omega urges, but Vi’s cock was a masterpiece—far surpassing Nathaniel Arison’s pathetic display. Her deep blue eyes flicked up, meeting Vi’s powder blue gaze, the Alpha’s moans fueling Caitlyn’s simmering heat. The library study room’s air was thick with their scents—Vi’s leather and smoke mingling with Caitlyn’s sweet, intoxicating need. Her strokes were slow, deliberate, driven by an excuse to “return the favor” but rooted in the magnetic pull of Vi’s presence.

Vi’s jaw clenched, her powder blue eyes locked on Caitlyn, dark with lust. “Fuck, Cupcake,” she groaned, her voice rough, hips twitching under Caitlyn’s touch. She’d fucked countless Betas and Omegas, their scents a fleeting thrill, but Caitlyn’s touch was different—electric, unraveling her control. “You’re gonna make me lose it,” she teased, her smirk shaky as she teetered on the edge. With a growl, she pulled back, her cock throbbing, precum glistening. “This’ll never end if we keep this up all day,” she said, gesturing to Caitlyn’s flushed face, her heat scent spiking again. “Not that I’m complaining, princess.”

Caitlyn’s cheeks burned, a tangle of shame, desire, and frustration twisting inside her. Her heat was simmering again, her slick soaking her thighs, her Omega instincts clawing at her control. “Maybe… we should handle it together,” she murmured, her posh accent trembling. “I can’t focus like this.”

Vi’s grin was pure mischief, her hand lazily stroking her cock. “Join me, then, Cupcake. Let’s see who breaks first.” Her voice was a dare, her scent wrapping around Caitlyn like a drug.

They moved to the secluded corner of the study room, hidden by bookshelves, their scents intoxicating each other. Caitlyn’s fingers slipped beneath her skirt, brushing her soaked panties, her breath hitching as she touched herself. Vi mirrored her, stroking her cock, her powder blue eyes locked on Caitlyn’s flushed face, her soft moans driving Vi wild. Caitlyn hated losing control, but with Vi, it felt… right, like her body was meant for this. The attraction was too strong, their scents a perfect storm.

Vi came first, her climax hitting hard, her moan low and guttural as cum spilled over her tattooed abs, her cock still throbbing, veins pulsing. Caitlyn’s breath caught, her eyes glued to the sight—Vi’s strength, her raw beauty, the way her cum glistened against her skin. It pushed Caitlyn closer, her fingers working faster, her moans ragged. Vi stepped forward, kneeling before Caitlyn, her powder blue eyes seeking permission. “Can I, princess?” she murmured, voice husky with need.

Caitlyn’s heat screamed for Vi, her Omega instincts drowning her restraint. She hesitated, then nodded, lust clouding her deep blue eyes. Vi’s smirk was wicked but tender. “Gonna make you feel so good, Cupcake,” she purred, her dirty talk sweet and teasing. She leaned in, her tongue brushing Caitlyn’s pussy through her panties, the fabric a thin barrier. Caitlyn gasped, her hips bucking as Vi’s tongue worked slow, deliberate licks, sucking gently, never crossing the line into penetration as promised. Each flick sent shockwaves through Caitlyn, sensations sharper than anything she’d felt, Vi’s experience evident in every careful, teasing stroke.

Vi savored Caitlyn’s taste, her sweet slick driving her Alpha instincts wild. She kept one finger circling Caitlyn’s clit, slow and torturous, her tongue lapping with precision. “Fuck, you taste like heaven,” Vi murmured against her, her breath hot, her eyes locked on Caitlyn’s flushed face, drinking in every moan, every shudder. Caitlyn leaned into the feeling, Vi’s comforting, addictive scent grounding her as her body surrendered. Her climax crashed through her, stronger than before, her cry muffled against her hand as her body shook, Vi’s tongue riding her through it, drawing out every pulse of pleasure.

Vi pulled back, smirking, her voice playful. “Told you my tongue’s better than my hands, princess.” She grabbed wet tissues from Caitlyn’s bag, cleaning Caitlyn’s slick from her thighs with surprising care, then wiping her own cum from her abs. Caitlyn panted, her head clear, her heat sated for now, the Alpha’s touch more effective than any pill. She felt gratitude—and something deeper, a warmth at Vi’s protectiveness, her restraint, so unlike the Alphas she’d known.

Vi plopped beside her, still panting, her cock still hard, a testament to her unreal Alpha stamina. “Gotta calm this beast down,” she joked, gesturing to her bulge. “Might take a while.” Caitlyn furrowed her brow, Vi’s cock distractingly prominent. She grabbed her cardigan, draping it over Vi’s lap. “We need to start the project,” she said, her posh accent firm, though her eyes lingered on Vi’s tattoos, her strong frame.

Vi chuckled, leaning back. “Yes, ma’am.” To Caitlyn’s surprise, Vi was focused, tossing out sharp ideas for their psychology project on criminal behavior, her cocky jokes peppered between constructive suggestions. Caitlyn’s worries about Vi being a free-rider faded—Vi was no slacker, her Zaun-honed wit shining through. They settled on a topic—analyzing the psychological triggers of territorial Alpha disputes—and outlined research steps, Caitlyn’s meticulous notes pairing with Vi’s practical insights.

Vi stretched, yawning, her powder blue eyes glinting as she glanced at the clock: 5 p.m. Caitlyn emailed Professor Sarah their topic, packing her tablet and notebook. Her gaze flicked to Vi’s lap, the cardigan now covering a calmer bulge, though still impressive. Vi tugged it off, zipping up her jeans. “I’ll clean that for you, Cupcake,” she said, nodding at the cardigan.

Caitlyn snatched it back, her cheeks flushing. “I’ll handle it.” She stood, smoothing her skirt. “Goodbye, Vi. And… thank you.” Her voice softened, gratitude mingling with something unspoken.

Vi grinned, handing Caitlyn her phone. “Gimme your number, princess. For project stuff, obviously.” Caitlyn inputted her contact, her tone clipped. “Don’t text unless it’s important.” Vi’s smirk was all trouble. “Sure thing, Cupcake.”

Caitlyn turned to leave, then paused, glancing back. Vi was tidying the scattered chairs and tables from her fight with Nathaniel, her movements casual but deliberate. Caitlyn rolled her eyes, a small smile tugging at her lips, and walked back to help. “Can’t leave a mess, can you?” Vi teased, her powder blue eyes glinting.

“Someone has to be responsible,” Caitlyn shot back, her posh accent playful. She finished, said goodbye again, and strode out, Vi’s smirk following her. In her fancy car, driving home, Vi’s scent lingered in her mind—not just desire, but safety, warmth, something that made her feel alive. Caitlyn’s heart raced, her thoughts consumed by the Alpha who was unraveling her control.

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Meanwhile, in a lavish Piltover penthouse, Nathaniel Arison stared into his bathroom mirror, his jaw swollen from Vi’s punch, pain radiating through his skull. He hurled a glass to the floor, shattering it, his rage boiling. “That Kiramman bitch rejected *me*?” he snarled, his cold green eyes wild. “I’m an Arison Alpha. And that Zaun trash Vi… she’ll pay.”

He stormed into his bedroom, where a naked Omega girl lay on his bed, her heat scent desperate. Nathaniel shouted, his Alpha dominance cruel as he shoved his cock into her mouth, rough and careless. He pushed her onto the bed, fucking her ferally, her moans tinged with pain as he thrust without mercy. His mind wasn’t on her—it was on Caitlyn, her elegance, her defiance. He’d make her beg for him, fuck her mercilessly one day. He came quickly, unsatisfying the Omega, then tossed money at her. “Get the fuck out,” he spat, his obsession with Caitlyn burning hotter than ever.

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Chapter 5: Whispers of Soulmates

Date: September 1, 2025, 18:30  

Location: Piltover and Zaun

Caitlyn Kiramman stepped out of her sleek car, the Kiramman mansion’s golden lights casting long shadows across the driveway. Her body still thrummed from the library’s heated encounter with Vi, her heat sated but her mind restless, Vi’s scent—leather, smoke, and safety—clinging to her like a second skin. The memory of Vi’s tongue, her careful touch, sent a shiver through her, her Omega instincts stirring despite her efforts to bury them. Elora, the family’s kind-hearted maid, greeted her with a warm smile, her graying hair tucked neatly under a cap. “Welcome home, Miss Caitlyn,” she said, her voice soft as she walked Caitlyn to her bedroom. “Shower’s ready, and dinner’s at seven.”

“Thank you, Elora,” Caitlyn replied, her posh accent gentle. She adored Elora, who’d raised her since she was three, a constant presence when her mother, Cassandra, was consumed by council meetings and business deals. As an Alpha, Cassandra’s power and ambition defined the Kiramman name, but her distance left Caitlyn craving connection. Her father, Tobias, an Omega, understood her better, but even he couldn’t bridge the gap with Cassandra’s expectations.

In the bathroom, Caitlyn stripped, her long dark blue hair cascading free as she sank into the warm bath. The day had been exhausting—her body’s reaction to Vi’s scent had shattered her control, rendering pills and restraint useless. She’d met Alphas before, their pull manageable, but Vi was different—overwhelming, undeniable. Her touch, her tongue, had ignited sensations Caitlyn couldn’t shake. Why was Vi’s scent so potent, so *safe*? Her body ached, still remembering Vi’s calloused fingers, her teasing grin, those powder blue eyes locked on her with care.

Dried and dressed in soft loungewear, Caitlyn paused as Elora entered to collect laundry. The maid reached for the cardigan in Caitlyn’s bag—still scented with Vi’s cum and her own slick—but Caitlyn stopped her, a flush creeping up her cheeks. “I’ll handle it,” she said quickly. Elora nodded, her eyes kind, and left.

Alone, Caitlyn lifted the cardigan, inhaling Vi’s scent. It was warm, alive, wrapping her in safety despite her hatred for her Omega traits’ betrayal. On instinct, she tucked it under her pillow, craving Vi’s presence in her room. Shaking her head, she walked to the dining room, her heels clicking softly.

Cassandra, her sharp features framed by sleek blonde hair, was mid-conversation with Tobias, his gentle face lined with concern. “The council’s in an uproar,” Cassandra said, her Alpha voice commanding. “A new drug, Siren, is spreading in Piltover. Betas and Omegas drugged, raped—vile stuff.” She looked up as Caitlyn entered, her deep blue eyes meeting her mother’s stern gaze. “Caitlyn, be careful. Stay vigilant.”

Caitlyn nodded, sitting. “I will, Mother.” The news chilled her, Nathaniel Arison’s cruel face flashing in her mind. Cassandra’s gaze softened slightly, catching Caitlyn’s lingering heat scent. “Did you take your pill today? You smell… strong.”

“Yes,” Caitlyn said, her posh accent tight. “Two Alphas at school today… it was overwhelming. I’m fine.” She hesitated, then added, “Could I get stronger pills? Just for days like this. I’d only use them when necessary.”

Cassandra’s brow furrowed, her Alpha disapproval sharp. “You should try harder, Caitlyn. A Kiramman doesn’t rely on pills. Control your heat—it’s tough, but you’re better than that.” Her tone was firm, unyielding.

Caitlyn’s chest tightened, her fork pausing. *She doesn’t understand.* She wanted to explain—the unbearable pull, the loss of control—but the words died in her throat. She ate in silence, excusing herself after finishing, retreating to her room. Tobias sighed, watching her go. “She’s trying, Cassandra,” he said softly. “Being an Omega… it’s not like being an Alpha. Her body reacts, no matter how strong she is. The Kiramman name protects her, but it’s a burden too.”

Cassandra listened, her expression softening but distant. “I know,” she murmured, but her Alpha nature struggled to grasp Caitlyn’s pain.

In her room, Caitlyn curled on her bed, Vi’s scent on the cardigan soothing her. A word echoed in her mind: *soulmate*. She sat up, pulling a dusty book from her shelf—an old Omegaverse text. It described soulmate scents as rare, uniquely intense, drawing Alpha and Omega together with instinctive protectiveness and unbreakable bonds. *Like searching for a grain of sand on a beach*, the book said. Caitlyn’s heart raced. Was Vi…?

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Meanwhile, in Zaun, Vi stepped out of the gym, sweat gleaming on her tattooed arms, her short pink hair damp. Her daily routine—weights, punching bags—kept her sharp, strong, alive. Claggor and Mylo, her adoptive Beta brothers, waited in their beat-up car. Claggor’s stocky frame and Mylo’s lean, wiry build were familiar comforts, Vander’s chosen family. “Yo, Vi!” Mylo called, grinning. “Silco’s at the house with Vander. Serious vibes.”

Claggor nodded, his voice low. “Talking some heavy shit.”

Vi’s powder blue eyes narrowed, intrigued. She hopped into the car, her tank top clinging to her muscular frame. Silco and Vander were like brothers, their bond forged through Zaun’s gritty past. Five years ago, Silco’s Shimmer drug empire ruled Zaun, but Vander convinced him to shut it down, prioritizing peace. Silco took the fall, paid his dues, and now played uncle to Vi, Jinx, Claggor, and Mylo. Zaun had been cleaner since, thanks to Vander’s work with Piltover’s enforcers. What could be so urgent?

At their house—a step up from the slums, thanks to Vander’s efforts—Vi burst through the door, her energy crackling. Jinx, her chaotic Beta sister, leapt from the second-floor railing, landing with a grin, her wild blue hair swinging. “Not so fast, sis!” Jinx teased, blocking Vi’s path to the dining room where Vander and Silco’s voices rumbled. “They’re talking drugs. Some new shit called Siren. Big fat guy stirring up trouble in Zaun and Piltover.”

Vi frowned, her Alpha instincts bristling. “What else?”

Jinx’s eyes glinted mischievously. “Siren’s a seductive. Hits Betas and Omegas hard—makes ‘em weak, horny, easy prey. Hurts Alphas too, weakens their power for a bit. I nabbed a sample from Silco, ran tests. It’s got Shimmer’s base, tweaked with new crap. Stays in the system 24-72 hours, hard to trace. OD’s deadly.” She smirked. “Money, power, control—same old reasons.”

Vi’s fists clenched, anger flaring. Zaun and Piltover had clawed their way to stability. Who’d dare fuck that up? She grabbed food from the kitchen, greeting Vander and Silco briefly—Vander’s burly frame and warm eyes, Silco’s lean, sharp features—then parkoured to her room, Jinx, Claggor, and Mylo trailing. No dinner with Vander tonight, she thought, passing out sandwiches.

Claggor asked about her first day at Arcane College. Mylo teased, “Bet you’re drowning in chasers, huh?” Vi smirked, her mind flashing to Caitlyn—her scent, her touch, her defiance. “Something like that,” she said, then turned to Jinx. “You told me about soulmates once. Spill it again.”

Jinx, mid-bite, narrowed her eyes, then grinned. “Soulmate scents? Rare as hell. Stronger than anything, pulls Alpha and Omega together like magnets. Protective instincts, crazy attraction, bonds that don’t break. Why?” Her grin turned nosy. “Someone special, sis?”

Vi’s powder blue eyes glinted, her smirk coy. “Maybe.” Caitlyn’s scent—sweet, addictive—flooded her mind, her cock twitching at the memory of their library encounter. Was this what soulmates felt like?

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Same time, in a lavish Piltover penthouse, Nathaniel Arison stood over Christine, a Beta from his class, her body limp but writhing with drugged arousal. He’d asked her for sex earlier, only to be rejected for another Beta. “Fucking bitch,” he muttered, his cold green eyes glinting with contempt. “No one says no to an Arison.” In his hand, Siren pills gleamed—his family’s latest creation, cooked up with lab lackeys to bend Betas and Omegas to their will.

Christine moaned, her slick glistening, begging for his cock under Siren’s influence. Nathaniel smirked, thrusting roughly into her pussy, his slaps harsh against her face and ass. “Look at you, cunt,” he sneered, pulling her hair, pinning her to the wall. His cock pounded mercilessly, his mind on Caitlyn—her elegance, her defiance. He’d drug her, fuck her like this, make her beg. He came fast, knotting Christine, his body shaking with sick satisfaction. Her pussy throbbed, unsatisfied, as his knot faded. He shoved her onto the bed, fingering and fisting her brutally, a psycho’s grin on his face, plotting Caitlyn’s downfall.

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Chapter 6:  Flicker of Instinct

Date: September 2, 2025, Morning  

Location: Arcane College, Piltover Campus

Caitlyn Kiramman woke to the quiet hum of the Kiramman mansion, her body still tingling from Vi’s lingering scent on the cardigan tucked beneath her pillow. The memory of Vi’s touch—her tongue, her careful restraint—stirred her Omega instincts, a warmth she both craved and resented. She dressed meticulously, her long dark blue hair pulled into a sleek ponytail, her deep blue eyes shadowed with thoughts of soulmates and her mother’s disapproval. At breakfast, alone, she picked at her food, her parents already gone to an urgent council meeting. Elora, her kind maid, hovered with concern, her graying hair neat under her cap, her soft brown eyes worried. “Miss Caitlyn, you heard about the freshman found this morning?” she said, her voice low. “Christine, from Arcane College. Drugged with Siren, raped, left naked on a Piltover street like discarded trash. Similar cases in Zaun. Your mother’s meeting with enforcers and Zaun leaders to launch an investigation. Please, stay safe.”

Caitlyn’s stomach twisted, her posh accent steady but strained. “I will, Elora.” She swallowed her suppressant pill, its bitter taste grounding her, and drove to campus, her mind heavy with dread. Christine’s face flashed in her memory—her warm smile yesterday in criminal studies class, offering Caitlyn a vitamin drink after her bathroom escape to ease her heat. Christine had been sweet, her brown curls bouncing, her hazel eyes kind as she checked on Caitlyn, sensing her distress. Now, she was a victim, her Beta boyfriend Ethan likely shattered, grappling with the trauma of her assault. The brutality of it—Christine’s body violated, discarded like garbage—chilled Caitlyn. Who could be so monstrous?

In the parking lot, Caitlyn checked her phone, texts flashing in her group chat with Harley and Lena. *Harley: Saw the news. Christine from our class. Ethan’s absent today.* *Lena: It’s terrifying. She was so nice.* Caitlyn’s heart sank, her fingers trembling as she typed, *Stay safe, both of you.* The danger felt too close, Christine’s kindness now a haunting memory. She stepped out of her car, smoothing her tailored skirt, when a loud thud shattered the morning air.

Nathaniel Arison’s sports car screeched into the lot, his door slamming with a predatory flourish. His slicked-back dark hair gleamed under the morning sun, his cold green eyes locking onto Caitlyn like a hunter sizing up prey. His Alpha scent—sharp, aggressive, laced with malice—hit her like a blade, making her skin crawl. He inhaled deeply, savoring her heat scent, his gaze raking over her long legs, her elegant blouse clinging to her curves. In his twisted mind, he was already bending her over his car, thrusting into her tight pussy, her pleas for his cock echoing as he fucked her raw, her slick dripping under his brutal pace. His bulge hardened, straining obscenely against his trousers, and he shouted, “Fuck, Kiramman, you smell like you’re begging for me! Bet you’d scream so pretty, gagging on my cock right here.”

Caitlyn’s deep blue eyes flashed with disgust, her heart pounding as yesterday’s library encounter flooded back—Nathaniel’s vile words, his exposed cock, Vi’s rescue. Her heat scent, though dulled by pills, drew his predatory stare, his voice dripping with menace. “Gonna make you mine, princess,” he sneered, stepping closer, his scent heavy, suffocating. “No one says no to an Arison. I’ll have you screaming, begging for more.” His hand grazed his bulge, a sick grin spreading as he imagined pinning her down, her body yielding to his.

Caitlyn’s pulse hammered, her body betraying her with a faint Omega pull toward his Alpha scent—a biological tick she despised, weak compared to Vi’s electric hold. “Stay away from me, Nathaniel,” she snapped, her posh accent cutting like glass. She strode toward the classroom, her heels clicking faster, her breath shallow as his scent chased her, a predator’s shadow clinging to her. His eyes bored into her back, his low chuckle a promise of pursuit, making her skin prickle with fear.

Panting, Caitlyn entered the criminal studies classroom, her nerves frayed from Nathaniel’s predatory presence. Her pills and self-control held, but that faint pull toward his scent infuriated her—she hated her body’s betrayal, even if it was a whisper compared to Vi’s. Vi’s scent—leather, smoke, safety—had calmed her, made her feel alive, not trapped. She sank into her seat, her mind drifting to Vi, her absence a quiet ache. No trace of her scent lingered on campus today—was she even here? A pang of disappointment surprised Caitlyn, the word *soulmate* echoing from last night’s reading. Why did Vi feel so different, so safe?

Harley and Lena slid into seats beside her, their concerned faces grounding her. Harley’s tousled brown hair fell into her hazel eyes, her voice soft. “Cait, you okay? You’re out of breath.” Lena’s gentle green eyes widened, her blonde curls framing her worried expression.

Caitlyn sighed, her posh accent soft. “Nathaniel… he cornered me in the library yesterday. And just now in the lot. Vi stopped him yesterday, thank god.” She kept the steamy details private, her cheeks warming at the memory of Vi’s tongue, her care.

Lena’s face twisted with disgust. “He’s vile. Always leering at Omegas and Betas like we’re prey.” Harley nodded, her voice firm. “We’ve known him since we were kids. Total psycho. Steer clear, Cait.”

Caitlyn forced a nod. “He won’t touch me. The Kiramman name’s too big.” But doubt gnawed at her—Siren’s spread and Christine’s assault shook her confidence. She warned her friends, “Stay safe, especially at night. Stick together.” Their eyes drifted to Christine and Ethan’s empty seats, heavy with grief. Caitlyn added, “Elora said the council’s investigating with Zaun. Whoever did this will pay.” But her mind churned—Christine’s kindness, her crumpled body on the street, the monster behind it.

As Professor Amelia entered, her stern voice cutting through the room, Caitlyn focused on the lecture, but her thoughts lingered on Vi—her absence, her scent, the possibility of something deeper.

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Meanwhile, in the parking lot, Nathaniel watched Caitlyn’s retreating figure, his hand stroking his cock through his pants, his cold green eyes glinting with obsession. In his sick mind, he pinned her to his car, thrusting into her tight pussy, gagging her with his cock until she begged, her slick dripping as he fucked her raw. He moaned, cumming quickly in his trousers, the mess a fleeting annoyance as he wiped it away with a sneer. *Father says the Kirammans are untouchable… for now,* he thought, smirking. *But Siren’s spreading. Soon, we’ll crush them, and Caitlyn will be mine.* Impatient, he plotted a secret move, his father’s warnings be damned.

Spotting a young Omega boy, his heat scent thick and unmedicated, Nathaniel’s grin turned feral. The boy—slender, with tousled blond hair and desperate brown eyes—stumbled in the hall, his heat making him vulnerable. Nathaniel dragged him into a campus bathroom, pinning him roughly to the tiled wall. “Shut up,” he snarled, thrusting his cock into the boy’s ass, ignoring his pained moans. He slapped the boy’s ass hard, red marks blooming, his grip bruising as he yanked his hair. In minutes, Nathaniel came, his knot swelling briefly, leaving the boy throbbing, unsatisfied, crumpled on the floor. Nathaniel zipped up, shoving him aside, and strode out, his mind still on Caitlyn, his obsession burning hotter. The boy, ass raw with pain, panted desperately, his cock aching for release. His trembling hand stroked himself, cum spilling as he gasped, Nathaniel’s fleeting thrust leaving him unsatisfied, his body still craving more.

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Chapter 7: Streets of Instinct

Date: September 2, 2025, Morning  

Location: Zaun and Arcane College, Piltover

The morning air whipped past Vi as she parkoured across Zaun’s rooftops, her short pink hair, shaved at the sides, catching the wind. Her daily jog was more than exercise—it was a patrol for Vander, her sharp powder blue eyes scanning the streets for trouble. Her muscular frame, clad in a loose tank top and joggers, moved with fluid grace, tattoos flexing as she leapt from ledge to ledge, the city’s pulse thrumming beneath her. The freedom, the rush, kept her strong, fast, alive—Zaun’s streets were her playground, her duty. Yesterday’s library encounter with Caitlyn lingered in her mind—her sweet scent, her defiant moans—stirring a warmth Vi couldn’t shake. The word *soulmate*, Jinx’s teasing, echoed as she ran.

Her eyes caught movement below, instincts flaring. An Omega thug, wiry with matted black hair and shifty eyes, stalked a young Omega girl into a quiet alley, his hand clutching a needle glinting with greenish liquid. Vi’s gut twisted—Siren, the seductive drug Jinx described last night, designed to break Betas and Omegas, weaken Alphas. She crouched on the rooftop, her breath steady, texting Vander: *Omega thug tailing a girl, alley off 5th. Needle with green shit—Siren? Come quick.* She pocketed her phone, muscles coiled, ready to strike.

The thug moved closer, his scent sour with intent. Two more Omega thugs emerged from the alley’s far end, their knives glinting, blocking the girl’s escape. Her panicked gasp echoed, her brown hair tangled as she backed against the wall. Vi’s Alpha instincts roared—she didn’t think, she acted. Sliding down a pipe, she leapt onto crates, then the ground, tackling one knife-wielding thug with a thud. Her fist connected with his jaw, knocking him out cold, his knife clattering. The second thug hissed, swinging his blade at her, wild and sloppy. Vi dodged with cocky ease, grinning. “That all you got, punk?” she taunted, her powder blue eyes glinting.

A scream pierced the air—the girl, pinned by the needle-wielding thug, his arm around her throat, the syringe plunging into her skin. Vi’s heart raced, ignoring the knife swinging at her arm. It sliced a clean cut across her bicep, blood welling, but pain was secondary. She lunged, tackling the needle thug, slamming him to the ground with a bone-rattling thud. He crumpled, unconscious. Spinning, Vi faced the last thug, her fury unleashed. Two quick punches—her boxer’s precision deadly—sent him grunting to the dirt, out cold.

Vi rushed to the girl, kneeling beside her. “You’re okay,” she said, her voice firm but gentle, carefully pulling the needle from her arm. The girl trembled, her brown eyes wide with fear. Vi inspected the syringe—only a small dose injected, thank fuck. “You’re gonna be alright,” she added, her powder blue eyes softening.

The girl’s shaky voice broke through. “Vi… thank you.” Vi recognized her—Anna, the sweet Omega from the bakery, always slipping her extra pastries with a shy smile. Her kind face, now pale, twisted Vi’s gut.

Before Vi could respond, Vander and Silco arrived, their heavy steps echoing. Vander’s burly frame loomed, his warm eyes scanning the three unconscious thugs, then Vi’s bleeding arm. Silco, lean and sharp-featured, raised an eyebrow. “Busy morning, Vi?” he drawled.

Vi grinned, unfazed, explaining the ambush, handing Vander the needle. Jinx, ever the chaos magnet, leapt from a nearby roof, landing with a cackle, her wild blue hair swinging. “Nice work, sis!” she said, snatching the needle to inspect it. Her eyes narrowed, brilliant mind whirring. “Diluted Siren, liquid form. But this needle? Too fancy for Zaun. Shiny, forged metal—Piltover shit. Someone rich is bankrolling this. Siren’s spreading too fast, in Zaun *and* Piltover. Big money, probably lab geeks and Zaun scum working together, sowing chaos.” She smirked, calculating. “Gimme this, I’ll run tests with Ekko.”

Vi’s brow lifted. Ekko, their Beta childhood friend, all lanky limbs and clever eyes, was Jinx’s lab partner—and maybe more, judging by his lingering glances. Vi always suspected they had a thing, though they’d never admit it. “Do your thing, Powder,” Vi said, using Jinx’s old nickname.

Vander nodded, his voice gruff. “We’re meeting Piltover’s council and enforcers now. We’ll handle these thugs. Vi, get that cut cleaned. Jinx, stay safe.” Silco’s sharp gaze echoed the warning.

Vi shrugged, the cut a dull throb. “It’s nothing.” Jinx smirked, tossing her a teasing jab. “Sterilize it, dumbass, or it’ll fester.” She sprinted off, yelling, “Bye, sis!” as she headed for Ekko.

Vi checked the time—fuck, late for class. She turned to Anna, still shaking. “Can’t leave you like this. I’ll walk you back to the bakery.” Anna nodded, gratitude in her eyes. “I can patch you up there,” she said softly.

At the bakery, Anna led Vi inside, the warm scent of bread a brief comfort. She cleaned Vi’s cut with steady hands, bandaging it neatly. Vi didn’t flinch—worse scars littered her body from Zaun’s streets. “Thanks, Anna,” she said, standing to leave, but paused. Anna’s scent spiked, sweet and desperate, her Omega needs flaring. Not a full heat, but the Siren dose was kicking in, her face flushing, her breaths shallow. Her brown eyes met Vi’s, pleading. “Vi… please. It hurts.”

Vi’s jaw tightened, anger at Siren’s makers burning hot. She’d helped countless Omegas and Betas, her Alpha duty to ease their pain, but this was different—forced, unnatural. Unlike other Alphas, who saw Omegas as possessions to fuck and discard, Vi cared. People weren’t things; they had feelings, lives. “Alright,” she said softly, her powder blue eyes warm. “Somewhere private.”

Anna, barely able to walk, led Vi to a small back room, her slick already soaking through her skirt. “I’m sorry… thank you,” she panted, shame mixing with need. Vi smirked, trying to lighten the mood. “No need to apologize, sweetheart. Let’s fix this.”

Anna tugged off her panties, her pussy glistening, hypersensitive from Siren’s cruel grip. Vi’s cock hardened, reacting to Anna’s scent—not as intoxicating as Caitlyn’s, but enough to stir her biology. She pulled down her joggers, her thick, veined cock springing free, already throbbing. Anna’s eyes widened, her need spiking as she nodded, giving permission.

Vi teased Anna’s entrance gently, her touch careful, her powder blue eyes locked on Anna’s for any sign of discomfort. “Tell me if it’s too much,” she murmured, easing her cock inside, the slick warmth making it smooth. Anna gasped, her hips bucking, her pussy begging for more. Vi thrust slowly, rhythmic, her stamina steady, focusing on Anna’s pleasure. Unlike selfish Alphas, Vi’s care defined her—she wanted Anna to feel safe, satisfied.

“Fuck, Vi,” Anna moaned, her hands gripping Vi’s arms, her nails digging in. Vi grinned, her voice playful. “Let go, sweetheart. Cum for me.” She sped up, her thrusts deeper, controlled, Anna’s moans growing louder. With a cry, Anna’s climax hit, her body shaking, slick coating Vi’s cock. Vi rode her through it, slowing until Anna’s last pulse faded, then pulled out, Vi didn't cum, her cock still rock-hard, veins pulsing. No jeans today—joggers were a blessing, hiding her bulge.

Anna panted, shy but grateful. “Thank you, Vi.” Vi handed her tissues, smirking. “Stay safe, alright?” She checked the time—fuck, psychology class with Caitlyn was starting soon. She waved goodbye, parkouring toward campus, her cut throbbing, her cock calming, but Caitlyn’s scent already creeping into her thoughts. *Those Siren bastards will pay,* she vowed, her protective instincts flaring.

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Chapter 8: Burn of Desire

Date: September 2, 2025, Lunchtime  

Location: Arcane College, Piltover Campus

Caitlyn Kiramman sat in the bustling campus cafeteria, her long dark blue hair tied in a sleek ponytail, her deep blue eyes clouded with a quiet ache. The absence of Vi’s leather-and-smoke scent gnawed at her, a void she couldn’t ignore as she bit into her burrito. *Doesn’t she have morning classes?* she wondered, frustration mingling with a sharp pang of disappointment. Yesterday’s library encounter—Vi’s tongue, her gentle care, the electric pull of her presence—had left Caitlyn’s Omega instincts humming, her body craving more despite the suppressant pills swallowed that morning. The word *soulmate* echoed from her late-night reading, stirring a warmth she both craved and resented, her posh composure fraying at the edges.

Harley and Lena, across the table, chatted animatedly about a charity gala on Saturday, September 6, organized by Piltover’s council and entrepreneurs to fund Zaun’s improvements. Their voices snapped Caitlyn back. “You going, Cait?” Harley asked, her tousled brown hair falling into her hazel eyes, a playful grin on her lips. Lena, her blonde curls framing gentle green eyes, leaned into Harley’s side, their love a soft glow that tugged at Caitlyn’s heart.

“Probably,” Caitlyn replied, her posh accent soft but distracted. As a Kiramman, galas were routine, her family’s wealth and influence tied to Piltover’s efforts for Zaun’s peace. Lena and Harley’s families, fellow business elites and Kiramman allies, would likely attend too. Caitlyn sighed—her heat cycle should fade by the weekend, but navigating a gala in its final throes was a daunting prospect, her scent a beacon for unwanted attention. She forced a smile at her friends’ sweet kiss, their bond a quiet envy. “Third wheel alert,” she teased, standing to clear her tray. “See you later.”

Checking her watch—ten minutes until psychology class—she headed to the classroom, craving the focus of her studies to quiet her spiraling thoughts. The room was half-full, students scattered across seats. Caitlyn chose the back row, avoiding attention, her heat scent still a magnet despite her pills. Earbuds in, she opened her tablet and notebook, diving into her revision, the familiar rhythm of academia grounding her restless Omega instincts.

A shadow fell over her, pulling her from her notes. A Beta male, Carl, loomed with a dirty smirk, his lanky frame and greasy blond hair exuding opportunism. His scent, sharp with intent, grated against her senses. “Caitlyn Kiramman, right?” he drawled, plopping into the seat beside her uninvited. “Met you at a gala a few months back. Remember me?” His gaze raked over her long legs, her tailored skirt riding up slightly, his voice dripping with sleaze.

Caitlyn, engrossed in her tablet, barely registered him until his hand reached for her earbud. She dodged, her deep blue eyes flashing with annoyance. “The seat’s taken,” she said, her posh accent clipped, polite but firm, her focus returning to her notes.

Carl’s smirk widened, undeterred, snatching her notebook from the desk. “No one’s here, princess. C’mon, loosen up. You smell like you need a good time.” His teasing turned sharp, his hand brushing her arm, his gaze lingering on her legs with a hunger that made her skin crawl. Caitlyn’s frustration flared, her voice cutting. “Give it back, Carl. I’m not interested.”

Before he could retort, a familiar scent—leather, smoke, alive—flooded the room, strong and fast, like a storm breaking. Vi burst in, parkouring over desks with effortless grace, her short pink hair tousled, tattoos peeking from her tank top, powder blue eyes blazing with protective fire. She landed beside Caitlyn, shoving Carl’s shoulder with playful but undeniable force. “Move it, buddy,” she taunted, her voice low, dangerous, a growl beneath her cocky grin. “Thanks for keeping my seat warm, Cupcake,” she said to Caitlyn, plopping down, her bandaged hand resting protectively on Caitlyn’s thigh, sending electric shivers through her core.

Carl stammered, his bravado crumbling under Vi’s Alpha presence, her scent overwhelming his weak Beta aura. “S-sorry,” he muttered, retreating fast, nearly tripping over a chair. Vi’s smirk sharpened, her taunt following him. “Run along, kid. Don’t mess with what’s mine.” Her tone was cocky, but her grip on Caitlyn’s thigh was gentle, grounding, a silent promise of safety.

Vi panted, not from exertion but from a simmering fury, her protective instincts roaring. Caitlyn’s distress—Carl’s sleaze, a deeper insecurity—hit Vi like a punch, her Alpha senses screaming. She caught a faint trace of Nathaniel’s scent on Caitlyn, her blood boiling at the thought of him near her. *That bastard*, she thought, her hormones buzzing louder than ever, her body hot, unsteady. Why was she so possessive, so *raw* today? Her powder blue eyes flicked to Caitlyn, softening but intense, her heart pounding with an urge she couldn’t name. *Cait… fuck, it’s you. You’re doing this to me,* she thought, her body aching to claim her, but her heart held back—she wouldn’t push Caitlyn, not ever.

Caitlyn’s deep blue eyes met Vi’s, sensing her turmoil, her heat simmering under Vi’s touch, electric and undeniable. “Vi, you okay?” she whispered, her posh accent calming, her fingers brushing Vi’s bandaged arm with concern. She felt Vi’s upset, her protectiveness, a storm beneath her cocky exterior. “I’m fine now. Thank you.”

Vi’s grin returned, shaky but playful, her voice a low tease. “Just don’t like creeps bugging you, Cupcake. Gotta keep my favorite study buddy safe.” But her eyes betrayed her, dark with a hunger she fought to control, her gaze lingering on Caitlyn’s elegant fingers typing, her lips parted slightly. *She’s everything,* Vi thought, her rut stirring, her body screaming for Caitlyn’s touch, her scent driving her wild. She clenched her fists, fighting the urge to pull Caitlyn close, to knot her, to make her hers. *Not like this. She’s not ready.*

To Caitlyn’s surprise, Vi behaved through Professor Sarah’s lecture, jotting notes with focus, her only disruptions a few cocky quips that drew soft smiles from Caitlyn. She caught Vi’s glances, her smirks igniting heat under her skin, her Omega instincts craving more. Class ended, and Caitlyn teased, her posh accent playful. “Well-behaved today, Vi? I’m shocked.” Vi chuckled, her voice low, warm. “Didn’t wanna mess with your A-game, princess.” Caitlyn hesitated, her heart racing, part of her craving Vi’s presence. “I’m heading to the psychology lab for our project. You free?” she asked, her voice steady but her eyes betraying her desire.

Vi’s smirk was pure trouble, her powder blue eyes glinting. “Lead the way, Cupcake.” They walked, Vi’s protective stride close, her scent wrapping Caitlyn like a warm blanket. Vi stopped to buy Caitlyn a coffee, handing it over with a grin. “For you, princess,” she said, her voice soft but teasing. Caitlyn’s scent—sweet, calming, erotic—hit Vi like a tidal wave, her body burning, her cock twitching in her joggers. Her protectiveness spiked, her hormones raging, an unfamiliar heat coursing through her. *Cait’s scent… it’s fucking me up,* she thought, her fingers flexing with restraint, her rut clawing at her control.

In the empty psychology lab, they spread out notes, laptops glowing, but Caitlyn’s eyes caught Vi’s bandage. “What happened?” she asked, concern lacing her posh accent, her fingers hovering over the wound. Vi laughed it off, her grin cocky. “Just a scratch from a morning scuffle. No big deal.” She hesitated, her powder blue eyes searching Caitlyn’s. “You okay, though? I felt… something off with you. Like someone’s messing with you.”

Caitlyn sighed, her voice trembling as she recounted Christine’s Siren-drug assault and Nathaniel’s predatory pursuit in the parking lot that morning. “It’s getting too close,” she murmured, her deep blue eyes haunted, her heat scent spiking with her distress. Vi’s fists clenched, her face darkening, Nathaniel’s name a spark to her fury. *I’ll kill that bastard if he touches her,* she thought, her protective instincts roaring, her rut making her vision haze.

Before she could respond, her body betrayed her. She panted, sweat beading on her brow, her bulge swelling painfully in her joggers, her scent intensifying—leather, smoke, and raw need. Caitlyn stepped closer, her deep blue eyes wide with concern, her heart aching at Vi’s visible struggle. “Vi, are you… in rut?” she asked, her posh accent soft, recalling her biology texts. “First ruts hit hard, triggered by strong attraction—someone special.” Her voice faltered, the word *soulmate* unspoken but heavy, her own heat flaring despite the morning’s pills, her pussy soaking at Vi’s scent.

Vi’s eyes hazed, her voice slurring, her powder blue gaze locked on Caitlyn, a mix of lust and apology. “Rut? Never had one… fuck, is this it?” She yanked at her joggers, stroking her cock desperately, her moans low, pained, her body trembling. “Sorry, Cupcake, I… need this. It’s too much.” Her hormones were a wildfire, her Alpha instincts screaming to claim, to knot, Caitlyn’s sweet scent driving her to the edge. *I want her—fuck, I want Cait so bad. But she’s not ready. I can’t hurt her,* she thought, her heart battling her body’s primal urge.

Caitlyn locked the lab door, her heart pounding, torn between her Omega instincts and her fear of losing control. “It’s biology, Vi. No shame,” she said, her posh accent soothing, though her slick dripped down her thighs, her body aching for Vi. She wasn’t ready for penetration—fear held her back, the line too intimate, too final—but seeing Vi’s pain hurt her too. She knelt, her elegant fingers wrapping around Vi’s cock—thick, hot, pulsing with need. “An Omega’s touch helps,” she murmured, stroking slowly, her touch tentative but firm, Vi’s soft moans sending shivers through her. Her pussy throbbed, her heat begging for Vi, but her mind clung to restraint, her body a battleground of desire and caution.

Vi’s tank top was off, her toned tits and tattoos bared, her powder blue eyes apologetic but burning with lust. “Fuck, Cait,” she gasped, thrusting into Caitlyn’s hand, her stamina unreal, her cock throbbing under Caitlyn’s delicate strokes. “You’re killing me, princess.” *She’s everything—her scent, her touch. I’d give anything to knot her, but not like this,* Vi thought, her rut screaming for release, her heart anchoring her to Caitlyn’s boundaries. Caitlyn’s strokes quickened, her own need spiking, her Omega instincts screaming to give in, to feel Vi’s cock inside her. But penetration terrified her, the line she wasn’t ready to cross, her mind warring with her body’s ache for release.

Without warning, Vi’s control snapped. She pinned Caitlyn to the wall, her lips crashing onto Caitlyn’s in a deep, hungry kiss, her tongue demanding and desperate. Caitlyn, to her own shock, didn’t resist—she deepened the kiss, her hands gripping Vi’s shoulders, her tongue meeting Vi’s with a reckless need that startled her. Vi’s fingers roamed, squeezing Caitlyn’s soft breasts through her blouse, her body pressing close, her cock burning against Caitlyn’s thigh through her skirt. “Want you so bad, Cupcake,” Vi growled, her dirty talk sweet, teasing, her voice thick with rut-driven need. “Gonna make you scream my name, feel so fucking good.”

Vi’s mouth trailed down, licking Caitlyn’s neck, sucking softly, leaving faint marks that sent shivers through her. Her fingers teased Caitlyn’s clit through her panties, slow and torturous, before her lips moved lower, eating her pussy through the fabric. Each suck sent shockwaves through Caitlyn, her legs trembling, her hands grabbing Vi’s pink hair as a moan tore from her lips. “Vi,” she gasped, her posh accent breaking, her body arching into Vi’s mouth, her heat consuming her. Vi’s tongue worked faster, her finger circling Caitlyn’s clit, pushing her to the edge. Caitlyn came hard, her cry muffled against her hand, slick soaking Vi’s lips, her body shaking with pleasure, her Omega instincts reveling in Vi’s touch.

Vi licked her clean, savoring her sweet taste, her cock still throbbing painfully, her rut raging. Her hand tugged Caitlyn’s panties down, her cock poised to penetrate, her powder blue eyes dark with need. But she froze, guilt flashing across her face, her breath ragged. “No… can’t do that to you,” she panted, pulling back, her voice strained with effort. *I’d hurt her. She’s not ready. Fuck, I want her, but I love her too much,* Vi thought, her heart winning over her rut’s primal scream. She grabbed wet tissues, cleaning Caitlyn’s pussy and thighs with gentle care, her hands trembling as she pulled Caitlyn’s panties up. “Sorry… almost lost it. Gotta handle this rut.” She rushed out, her apology raw, promising to reschedule their work, her body a furnace of unspent desire.

Caitlyn stood, panting, her body trembling, her heat sated but her heart racing. Vi’s restraint, her care, deepened her trust, a warmth blooming beyond desire. She wasn’t ready for penetration, her fear a barrier, but Vi’s scent, her touch, felt like home—safe, electric, undeniable. Her absence left Caitlyn aching, her Omega instincts craving more, her mind wrestling with the pull of something deeper, something like *soulmate*. *Vi’s hurting… I want to help her, but I can’t give that yet,* she thought, her heart heavy with care, her body still buzzing with Vi’s touch.

Vi stumbled into a campus bathroom, her cock throbbing, her rut a wildfire consuming her. She stroked frantically, cumming hard after ten minutes, her rough moan echoing off the tiles, but her cock stayed rock-hard, aching for more, her mind screaming to breed, to knot. *Fuck, I need Cait. Only Cait,* she thought, her body burning with a need she couldn’t sate, her heart aching with guilt for nearly pushing Caitlyn too far. She texted Jinx: *First rut. It’s bad. Help.* Jinx replied instantly: *Brothel in Zaun. Omegas’ll help. Someone triggered it—bet it’s your soulmate girl. Few days to settle.* Vi parkoured to Zaun, her body a furnace, her thoughts tangled with Caitlyn’s sweet scent, her distress, her trust. *I want her, but I won’t hurt her. This rut’s for her, but I’ll take care of it elsewhere,* she vowed, her resolve firm despite her body’s screams.

At the brothel, a familiar haven where Vi had eased countless Omega heats, she was greeted with warmth. Sapphire, a young Omega with sleek black hair and warm brown eyes, led her to a private room, her playful grin easing Vi’s tension. “Rough first rut, huh?” she teased, her voice light. “Lie down, Vi. We got you.” Another Omega, Lila, joined them, her fiery red hair cascading over her shoulders, her amber eyes sparkling with admiration. “You’re an amazing Alpha, Vi,” Lila said, her voice soft, sincere. “So caring, not like those selfish bastards. We’re happy to help—for free. You’ve always had our backs.”

Sapphire grinned, pushing Vi to lie down on the soft bed, the room dimly lit with a warm glow. “This’ll take work with your stamina,” she joked, her lips wrapping around Vi’s cock, sucking with practiced skill, her tongue swirling over the thick, veined length. Vi’s moans were raw, sexy, echoing in the small space, encouraging Sapphire’s slick to glisten, her pussy dripping as she worked. “Fuck, Sapphire,” Vi groaned, her hands gripping the sheets, her powder blue eyes half-lidded with lust. *This is duty, they are helping me like I help them. But it’s not Cait—fuck, I want her,* she thought, her rut screaming for Caitlyn’s touch, her heart aching for the connection only Caitlyn sparked.

Sapphire climbed onto Vi, her pussy tight around Vi’s massive cock, moaning at its size. “Goddamn, Vi, you’re huge,” she teased, riding hard, her body trembling as she came twice in fifteen minutes, her slick coating Vi’s cock while Vi remained rock-hard, her rut relentless. *It’s not enough. It’s not her,* Vi thought, her body responding but her soul tethered to Caitlyn’s scent, her defiance, her trust.

Lila took over, her amber eyes locked on Vi’s powder blue ones, her touch gentle but hungry. “You’re too good to us, Vi,” she murmured, straddling Vi, her pussy slick and ready as she eased onto Vi’s cock. “First ruts hit hardest—let us take care of you.” She rode Vi, her moans mingling with Vi’s, her body shuddering with pleasure. Sapphire watched, breathless, joking, “Your stamina’s insane, Vi. Poor Lila’s gonna need a break.” Vi smirked, her voice cocky but warm with gratitude. “You’re both too sweet, makin’ me look bad.” She flipped Lila gently onto the bed, thrusting steadily, her care evident even in her rut-driven haze. Her rhythm was controlled, her focus on Lila’s pleasure, changing positions to keep her comfortable. "You can knot me Vi—I am on birth control." *I’m helping them, like always. But Cait… she’s the one I want, the one I’d knot for love,* Vi thought, her rut a torment without Caitlyn’s touch.

As she neared climax, Vi pulled out, her hand stroking her cock fast, her moans rough as she came hard, cum spilling onto the floor, her cock finally softening. “Fuck,” she panted, her powder blue eyes clearing, her care for the Omegas overriding her rut’s urge to knot. “Don’t want to push you two too far,” she said, handing tissues to Lila, her grin wide and playful. “You’re lifesavers, both of you.” She paid with generous tips, despite their protests, her powder blue eyes glinting. “Gotta keep my favorite girls happy.” They laughed, their affection for Vi clear—she was their Alpha, not just for her cock but for her heart, a rare protector in a world of predatory Alphas.

Outside, Jinx leapt from an alley, startling Vi. “The fuck, Powder?” Vi yelped, her body still buzzing from the rut’s lingering heat. Jinx cackled, wiping tears of laughter. “You’re a mess, sis! Ekko and I got updates on that Siren needle—fancy Piltover metal, big money behind it. Someone’s playing dirty.” Vi’s powder blue eyes narrowed, her rut calming but her resolve hardening, Caitlyn’s sweet scent and distress still burning in her mind, her protective instincts flaring stronger than ever.

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Chapter 9: Echoes of Soulmates

Date: September 2, 2025, Evening  

Location: Zaun and Piltover

Vi sprawled on her bed in Zaun, her muscular frame sinking into the worn mattress, her short pink hair tousled, tattoos glinting under the dim lamp. Her powder blue eyes stared at the ceiling, her body still buzzing from the morning’s rut-driven frenzy and the brothel’s relief with Sapphire and Lila. Their care had eased her, but Caitlyn’s sweet scent—electric, intoxicating—haunted her, her rut clawing at her even now. *Fuck, it’s her. Always her,* she thought, her heart aching with a need beyond biology, a pull that felt like love, not just lust. Jinx’s voice echoed from earlier, her nosy grin flashing as she’d said she and Ekko would explain their Siren needle findings tomorrow at their lab. Vi’s resolve hardened—those Siren bastards would pay for hurting people like Anna—but her mind drifted to Caitlyn, her defiance, her trust, the word *soulmate* Jinx had teased about.

Her phone buzzed, snapping her from her thoughts. A text from Caitlyn: *You okay?* Vi’s lips curled into a cocky smirk, her fingers typing fast. *Thought you said no texting unless it’s important, Cupcake. Breaking your own rules?* Caitlyn’s reply was quick, her posh tone practically audible: *This IS important. Don’t be smug.* Vi chuckled, her heart racing, her rut stirring at the thought of Caitlyn’s voice. She hit call, her voice low and teasing when Caitlyn answered. “Couldn’t resist me, huh, princess? Gotta check on your favorite Alpha?”

Caitlyn’s laugh was soft, a touch shy, her posh accent crisp despite the warmth creeping through. “You’re impossible, Vi,” she said, her tone mock-indignant, a smile in her voice. “I was worried, that’s all. After the lab…” Her hesitation hung heavy, the memory of their near-sex encounter—Vi’s lips, her restraint—sparking heat in Vi’s core, her cock twitching in her joggers.

Vi’s grin faded, her voice dropping to a raw honesty, her powder blue eyes distant. “I’m… managing, Cupcake. Went to a brothel in Zaun to deal with the rut. Helped, but fuck, my mind was screaming for you. Only you.” She paused, her rut flaring at Caitlyn’s imagined scent. “You’re special, Cait. Sweetest scent I’ve ever smelled, like it’s burned into me. But it’s more—your strength, your control, that posh way you shut me down with one look. You’re beautiful, and I’m falling for you. Can’t pull away, even if I tried.”

Caitlyn’s breath hitched, her heart pounding in her Piltover bedroom, her long dark blue hair splayed across her pillow, the cardigan with Vi’s scent tucked beside her. She lay under soft sheets, her deep blue eyes glassy with emotion, her Omega instincts humming despite the fading heat cycle. “Vi…” she started, her posh accent trembling, “I’ve been thinking about you too. I want you—god, I want you—but I’m scared. Not ready for… everything. Penetration, it’s too much.” Her voice softened, vulnerable. “But I trust you, more than I thought possible. You’re nothing like I first thought—cocky, reckless trouble. You’re protective, strong, you make me feel safe, alive, free. I saw your pain in the lab, but you put me first. I’m… falling for you too. Not just the Alpha pull—it’s *you*.”

Vi’s chest tightened, her rut spiking, her cock hardening in her joggers. “Fuck, Cait, you’re killing me,” she murmured, her voice husky, playful but raw. “You mentioned soulmates before. Lay it on me, princess. What’s the deal?”

Caitlyn swallowed, her posh accent steadying as she explained, her voice fervent yet restrained. “Soulmate scents are rare, Vi. Stronger, special, pulling Alpha and Omega together instinctively. Protective, unbreakable bonds—love that goes beyond biology. The book said it’s like finding a grain of sand on a beach—nearly impossible.” She paused, her heart racing, her fingers brushing the cardigan, Vi’s scent flooding her senses. “I don’t know if we are, but… I feel you, Vi. Like you’re meant for me.”

Vi’s breath caught, Jinx’s words about soulmates echoing in her mind, her powder blue eyes softening. “I feel it too, Cupcake. Every touch with you is electric, like nothing else. I’ve fucked plenty—Omegas, Betas, helping them out, duty call. I rarely cum, rarely feel satisfied. But with you? It’s love, attraction, something crazy driving me. I want you, not just your body—*you*.” Her voice turned teasing, mischievous. “We’ll figure this soulmate thing out together, princess. Our instincts’ll scream it loud enough.”

Caitlyn’s cheeks flushed, her body reacting as if Vi’s leather-and-smoke scent filled her room, her slick pooling despite her fading heat. “Vi… I feel you right now. Your scent. Do you feel mine?” Her voice was a whisper, her Omega instincts surging, her fingers trembling with need.

Vi’s eyes widened, her rut roaring, her cock throbbing painfully. “Fuck, yeah, I do. Sweet as hell, Cupcake, like you’re right here.” She laughed, fascinated, her voice dripping with playful mischief. “Soulmate shit, huh? Smelling each other from miles away? You thinking about me, princess, all hot and bothered in that fancy bed of yours?”

Caitlyn’s laugh was half-indignant, her posh accent sharp but warm. “Don’t get cocky, Vi.” But her fingers slipped beneath her panties, brushing her clit, her breath hitching with a soft moan. Vi’s grin turned wicked, her hand stroking her cock through her joggers, her moans low, sexy, teasing. “Keep making those sounds, Cupcake,” she purred, her voice thick with desire. “Tell me what you’re doing, princess. Paint me a picture.”

Caitlyn’s cheeks burned, her posh restraint warring with her need, her fingers circling her clit, slick dripping down her thighs. She shifted on her bed, her legs parting under the soft sheets, her body arching slightly as she touched herself. “I’m… touching myself,” she admitted, her voice shy but boldening, her deep blue eyes fluttering shut. “Thinking of you, Vi. Your hands, your mouth, the way you make me feel alive.” Her moans grew softer, desperate, her hips bucking against her hand, her fingers teasing her entrance, slick coating her thighs as she imagined Vi’s calloused fingers instead.

Vi growled, yanking her joggers down, her thick, veined cock springing free, pulsing in her grip as she stroked slowly. “Fuck, Cait, you’re so hot,” she teased, her voice sweet and mischievous, her powder blue eyes half-lidded with lust. “Bet you’re all wet, huh? Dripping for me, that posh pussy begging for my touch. Wanna taste you again, lick you till you’re screaming my name, shaking all pretty for me.” Her dirty talk was playful, urging Caitlyn on, her own moans rough as she pictured Caitlyn’s elegant body writhing, her posh composure unraveling under her touch.

Caitlyn’s breath hitched, her fingers moving faster, circling her clit with desperate precision, her slick soaking the sheets. “Vi… god, I want you,” she gasped, her posh accent breaking, her body trembling as pleasure built. “Your cock… I want to feel it, feel you lose control for me.” Her words were clumsy, bold for her restrained nature, and Vi laughed, her voice warm, teasing. “Fuck, princess, that posh dirty talk’s adorable. You’re gonna make me cum too fast talkin’ like that, and I’m supposed to be the one with stamina.”

Caitlyn rolled her eyes, smiling, her posh accent firing back with playful indignation. “Too fast? You’re one to talk, taking forever as usual, you cocky brute.” She leaned into it, her fingers dipping to her entrance, her moans louder, her body arching higher. “Cum for me, Vi. I want to hear you, all rough and sexy.” Vi smirked, her voice a challenge, her hand stroking faster. “Oh, Cupcake, you gotta try harder than that. Tell me how bad you want it.”

Caitlyn’s laugh was soft, her posh accent daring despite her shyness. “I want your cock, Vi, so big, filling me up. I want you to moan for me, lose it because of me.” Her words pushed Vi closer, her rut amplifying every sensation, Caitlyn’s voice a spark to her fire. “Fuck, Cait, you’re too much,” Vi growled, her strokes frantic, her cock pulsing in her grip.

Caitlyn’s climax hit fast, her body trembling, her cry muffled against her pillow as slick coated her fingers, her legs shaking under the sheets. “Vi!” she gasped, her posh accent breaking, her heart racing with love and lust, her Omega instincts basking in Vi’s voice. Vi talked her through it, her voice low, soothing, sweet. “That’s it, princess, let it go. So fucking beautiful, cumming for me like that.” Caitlyn panted, her body shaking, her heart full, her fingers slowing as aftershocks pulsed through her.

“Your turn,” Caitlyn said, her voice shy but daring, her posh accent attempting dirty talk again. “Cum for me, Vi. I want to hear you, all rough and sexy, losing it for me.” She shifted, propping herself on her elbow, her fingers still teasing her sensitive clit, her voice bolder. “I want your cock, Vi, throbbing for me, spilling because of me.” Vi laughed, her voice warm, playful. “Goddamn, Cupcake, you’re getting better at this, but you’re still too posh for your own good.” Caitlyn rolled her eyes, smiling, firing back, “You’re taking forever again, Vi. Don’t make me work harder, you infuriating Alpha.”

Vi smirked, her voice a mischievous challenge. “Oh, try me, princess. Gimme your best shot.” Caitlyn leaned in, her posh accent dripping with want, her restraint crumbling. “I want you, Vi. Your cock, your moans, all for me. Cum, Alpha, let me hear you lose it.” Her words, clumsy yet earnest, unraveled Vi, her rut amplifying the intensity. Vi’s strokes quickened, her moans rough, desperate, her body arching off the bed, her free hand gripping the sheets. “Fuck, Cait, you win,” she gasped, cumming hard, her cum spilling over her tattooed abs, her body shuddering, her rut making the release fast and intense, Caitlyn’s voice the only spark she needed.

They panted, Vi’s voice teasing but warm. “Gotta work on that dirty talk, princess, but damn, you got me good. Cumming that fast? You’re dangerous.” Caitlyn laughed, her posh accent playful, her cheeks flushed. “Says the one who lost it just as quick. I’m not the only one losing control, Vi.” Vi chuckled, her heart full, her rut calmed but still simmering. “Fair, Cupcake. You’re too much for me.”

Her voice softened, serious. “I’m staying away from school for a couple days, Cait. Rut’s not gone, and I don’t wanna lose control and hurt you. Plus, got some work—chores for my dad, bonding with my sis.” Caitlyn sighed, her mind already missing Vi, Nathaniel’s parking lot pursuit flashing with dread, her heart heavy with the thought of unwanted harassment without Vi’s protective presence. “I’ll be okay,” she said, her posh accent hiding her insecurity.

Vi sensed it, her voice firm, protective. “Text or call if anything’s up, Cupcake. I’ll come running, rut or not.” Caitlyn smiled, her heart warming at Vi’s care. “What work?” she asked, curious. Vi grinned, her powder blue eyes glinting in her mind. *She doesn’t know I’m Vander’s kid,* she thought, her identity kept low-key, never flaunted at galas where she’d slip in for Vander and slip out. *Gonna surprise her at that gala,* she mused, imagining Caitlyn’s stunned face. “Just family stuff,” she said vaguely, her voice playful, mischievous. “Stay safe, princess.”

Caitlyn’s voice softened, her posh accent tender. “You too, Vi.” They hung up, Vi smiling, her heart full, her body still buzzing with Caitlyn’s voice, her scent, her love. *Fuck, I’m in love,* she thought, her rut a quiet pulse, her soul tethered to Caitlyn.

Her door burst open, Vi jumping, yanking her joggers up, her cock still hard, calming from the intense phone sex. Jinx bounded in, her wild blue hair swinging, cackling as she plopped beside Vi on the bed. “Eavesdropping, Powder?” Vi growled, swinging a pillow playfully, her powder blue eyes glinting with mock annoyance. Jinx dodged, laughing, her mischievous grin wide. “Soulmate girl, huh? Spill, sis! I heard those moans—gross!”

Vi sighed, her grin softening, her love for her chaotic Beta sister unbreakable. Jinx—once sweet Powder, now wild, unpredictable, a prodigy in chemistry and mechanics—had grown into her bold self, her pranks annoying but harmless. Vi embraced her, proud of her genius, her hacking skills, her sharp shooting for Vander’s jobs. “Yeah, it’s Caitlyn Kiramman,” Vi admitted, her voice soft. “She’s… everything. Strong, beautiful, makes me feel alive. Think I’m in love.”

Jinx faked a gag, teasing, “Gross, sis! You’re all mushy!” But her eyes softened, happy for Vi. “Kiramman, huh? Fancy taste,” she joked, her grin wide. Her eyes flicked to Vi’s bulge, still hard under her joggers. “Still going? Damn, soulmate girl’s got you bad!” Vi laughed, shoving her playfully. “Shut it, Powder. Wanna come to the gala Saturday? Meet Cait?”

Jinx rolled her eyes, grinning. “Maybe, if I’m not bored.” She stood, stretching, her voice turning serious. “Ekko and I’ll show you the Siren needle stuff tomorrow at the lab. Night, sis!” Vi grinned, her powder blue eyes warm. “Night, trouble.”

Caitlyn lay back in her Piltover bedroom, her deep blue eyes soft, her body warm from their shared release, Vi’s scent lingering in her mind. *I’m falling for her,* she thought, her Omega instincts calm but her heart racing with something deeper, something like *soulmate*. She clutched the cardigan, Vi’s scent wrapping her in safety, her posh restraint softened by love.

That night, Caitlyn and Vi dreamed of each other—scents of leather and sweetness, smiles warm and teasing, touches electric and safe. Their dreams wove together, a quiet pulse of their bond, another sign of soulmates, as they slept deeply, hearts entwined across the cities.

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Chapter 10: Traces of Danger

Date: September 3, 2025, Morning  

Location: Zaun and Piltover

Vi woke in Zaun, her body humming from last night’s call with Caitlyn, their confessions and steamy phone sex lingering like a vivid dream. Her powder blue eyes softened, her short pink hair tousled as she stretched, tattoos flexing across her muscular frame. Caitlyn’s sweet scent—electric, intoxicating—had woven through her dreams, their shared warmth a quiet pulse of something deeper, something like *soulmate*. Her rut simmered, a low burn compared to yesterday’s wildfire, but her cock twitched at the memory of Caitlyn’s posh voice, her shy dirty talk, their playful banter. *Fuck, I’m in love,* she thought, a grin tugging at her lips, her heart tethered to Caitlyn across the cities. Jinx’s promise of Siren needle findings pulled her focus—today’s lab meeting with her and Ekko would dig into the drug’s roots, and Vi’s protective instincts flared, thinking of Caitlyn’s distress, Nathaniel’s threat.

She parkoured through Zaun’s gritty streets, her joggers and tank top catching the morning breeze, landing at Jinx and Ekko’s makeshift lab—a cluttered haven of beakers, wires, and blinking screens tucked in an old warehouse. Jinx, her wild blue hair tied back, tinkered with a gadget, her grin chaotic as she tossed Vi a soda. “Morning, lover girl!” she teased, her voice dripping with mischief. Ekko, lanky with sharp brown eyes and dreadlocks swaying, adjusted a microscope, his quick smile warm. “Ready for the dirt, Vi?” he asked, his tone focused but playful.

Vi caught the soda, popping it open with a smirk, her powder blue eyes glinting. “Hit me, nerds.” Her voice was light, her bond with Jinx and Ekko—a chosen family forged in Zaun’s chaos—sparkling with easy camaraderie, their laughter a brief escape from Siren’s shadow. Jinx leapt onto a table, boots dangling, her grin wide. “Sis, you’re gonna love this. We cracked that fancy-ass needle.” Ekko nodded, tapping the microscope. “Extracted a key element—Noxium. Rare metal, shiny, rugged, durable as hell. Only found in Noxus mines. Prolongs Siren’s shelf life, perfect for storage and transport.”

Vi’s grin faded, her Alpha instincts sharpening, her voice dropping to a serious edge. “Noxium? That’s big money shit. Who’s bankrolling this?” Jinx smirked, her eyes glinting with genius. “Only a fat-cat Piltover family could afford it. I’m hacking trade records, money flows, paperwork—someone’s smuggling Noxium from Noxus. No matter how deep they hide, I’ll find ‘em. Hacker shit’s my jam.” Ekko’s smile was soft, his sharp eyes lingering on Jinx with a mix of awe and something deeper, his voice teasing. “She’s a menace, Vi.”

Ekko leaned forward, his tone steady. “Siren’s spreading too fast—Zaun and Piltover. We confirmed it’s built on a Shimmer base, so someone from Zaun’s involved, likely an old lab rat from Silco’s days, high-ranking with access to Shimmer formulas. Maybe they stockpiled before Silco shut it down.” Jinx nodded, her grin sharp. “Not Silco—he’s clean. I’m betting on a former lackey, someone greedy. Got names in mind—Renni, Finn, maybe Sevika. I’ll dig deeper.”

Vi’s fists clenched, her powder blue eyes narrowing, Caitlyn’s face flashing in her mind—her distress from Nathaniel’s pursuit, the Siren assault on Christine. “How long to trace the Noxium?” she asked, her voice low, urgent. “Gimme those names, Jinx. I’ll shake ‘em down for answers.” Jinx laughed, hopping off the table, her voice teasing. “Hot head, Vi! Busting in’ll spook ‘em. We gotta be sneaky—collect evidence, set a trap, catch the whole damn operation.” She smirked, eyes glinting. “Stalking’s my hobby, sis. I’ll find the trail. You and Vander’ll know when I do.”

Vi nodded, pride swelling for Jinx’s genius and Ekko’s calm focus. “You two are too good,” she said, her grin returning, playful but fierce. “Get me answers. Those Siren fuckers are hurting people—*my* people.” Her thoughts flicked to Caitlyn, her protective instincts roaring, her rut a quiet pulse urging her to keep Caitlyn safe. “Keep me posted,” she added, her voice firm, tossing the empty soda can back to Jinx, who caught it with a cackle.

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Same Morning, Piltover

Caitlyn woke in her lavish bedroom, her long dark blue hair splayed across her pillow, her deep blue eyes bright with a rare lightness. Vi’s voice from last night—her confessions, her teasing, their shared release—lingered like a warm dream, her scent pulsing in Caitlyn’s mind. *Soulmates,* she thought, a smile tugging at her lips, her Omega instincts calm but her heart racing with love. At breakfast, Cassandra and Tobias sat across from her in the Kiramman dining room, its elegance a stark contrast to Caitlyn’s inner warmth. Cassandra, her dark hair sleek and sharp features softened by concern, noticed Caitlyn’s mood. “You seem… happy, Caitlyn,” she said, her Alpha voice laced with care, a touch of curiosity. “What’s changed?”

Caitlyn’s cheeks flushed, her posh accent vague. “Just… a good day, Mother.” She sipped her tea, Vi’s playful banter echoing, her heart full. Cassandra’s smile deepened, her eyes warm as she updated Caitlyn on yesterday’s meeting. “The council, enforcers, and Zaun leaders suspect a wealthy Piltover figure behind Siren. Forensic officers collected DNA from Christine—results soon. Stay safe, Caitlyn.” Her voice turned earnest, vulnerable. “I know I don’t always understand you, being an Omega. I’m trying, but know I love you, no matter what.”

Caitlyn’s heart warmed, her deep blue eyes meeting Cassandra’s. “I know, Mother,” she said, hugging her, then Tobias, his gentle Omega presence grounding her. “Thank you.”

At Arcane College, Caitlyn joined Lena and Harley in Professor Amelia’s criminal studies class, her focus sharp but her thoughts drifting to Vi. Christine and Ethan’s empty seats weighed heavy, a reminder of Siren’s cruelty. During a lecture break, two Beta males—smirking, entitled, drawn to her fading heat scent—approached her desk. “Hey, Kiramman,” one drawled, his eyes raking over her long legs. “No Alpha to protect you today? Bet I could help with that heat.” The other leaned closer, his scent sharp, his voice sleazy. “C’mon, princess, let’s have some fun.”

Caitlyn’s deep blue eyes flashed, her posh accent cutting like a blade as she stood, her posture tall and commanding. “Back off,” she snapped, her voice low with warning, every inch a tough Kiramman. “Touch me, and you’ll regret it. My family’s name isn’t just for show.” Her sharpshooter’s precision gleamed in her glare, her hand resting on her bag as if ready to act. The Betas hesitated, her confidence shaking their bravado, then retreated, muttering excuses. Caitlyn’s heart raced, her Omega instincts bristling, but she held her ground, her resolve unshaken.

At lunch, Lena and Harley chattered about the gala—dresses, plans—then suggested visiting Christine in the hospital after school. Caitlyn nodded, her posh accent soft but firm. “She deserves our support.” In Professor Sarah’s psychology class, alone, Caitlyn missed Vi’s presence, her fading heat still drawing unwanted attention. A Beta male lingered near her desk, his smirk smug. “Need company, Kiramman?” he asked, his tone oily, leaning too close. Caitlyn’s glare was icy, her posh accent sharp as she stood, her posture defiant. “I need you to leave. Now.” Her hand twitched toward her bag, her sharpshooter’s focus radiating, and he backed off, cowed by her strength. Twice, she swore she scented Vi’s leather-and-smoke, a faint pulse when her thoughts lingered on her. *She’s thinking of me,* Caitlyn thought, smiling, her heart fluttering with soulmate warmth. Nathaniel’s absence was a relief, but his silence felt ominous, keeping her alert.

After class, Caitlyn drove Lena and Harley to the hospital, her sleek car humming through Piltover’s streets. At Christine’s room, Ethan greeted them, his hazel eyes shadowed with exhaustion, his brown hair disheveled, but he forced a weak smile. “Thanks for coming,” he said, his voice hoarse, before stepping out to get coffees. Christine, pale against the hospital sheets, her brown curls limp, managed a faint smile, a stark contrast to her sunny grin on the first day of school when she’d offered Caitlyn a vitamin drink. “Didn’t expect visitors,” she said, her voice shaky, her hazel eyes glassy with unshed tears.

Lena and Harley sat close, their empathy warm. “How’re you holding up?” Lena asked, her green eyes soft. Christine’s hands trembled, her voice breaking. “Docs say the drug—Siren—takes 24-72 hours to leave my system. They’re giving me fluids, but I’m dizzy, and… my pussy hurts. There’s a tear from… how rough it was.” Her eyes teared, her voice a whisper. “I feel dirty. The pain’s bearable, but seeing Ethan like this… it hurts more.”

Caitlyn’s heart clenched, anger flaring as she knelt, hugging Christine gently, her posh accent soothing. “You’re not dirty, Christine. Those monsters will be caught—they’ll pay.” Her voice was firm, her Kiramman resolve burning. “I want your smile back soon.” Christine calmed, her tears slowing, gratitude in her eyes. Caitlyn squeezed her hand. “If it’s okay, tell me about the drug. My family’s tied to the enforcers—it could help.”

Christine nodded, inhaling shakily. “It’s fine… I don’t remember much. I was walking to meet Ethan for a date, alone at night. Two men grabbed me—strangers. Didn’t see it coming; Piltover’s usually safe. They injected a needle, and I blacked out. I saw… a fancy ceiling, chandeliers, like a mansion. Heard a guy talking, but my mind was gone. Then I woke up on the street, naked, discarded like a used toy, my pussy torn, his cum inside me.” Her voice broke, tears falling.

Caitlyn, Lena, and Harley’s faces darkened, anger simmering. Caitlyn gripped Christine’s hand. “My mother said they found DNA. Reports are coming. You and Ethan stay strong—you’re not to blame.” Her posh accent was fierce, her hatred for injustice burning. “Text me if you need anything, Christine. I’ll help.” Christine nodded, her smile faint but grateful.

Ethan returned with coffees, his face heavy with guilt. “It’s my fault,” he said, his voice cracking. “I should’ve been with her.” Caitlyn shook her head, her voice firm. “No, Ethan. The monster’s to blame, not you. Stay strong for each other.” They sat, sipping coffee, talking softly, their presence a comfort. As dusk fell, Caitlyn, Lena, and Harley hugged Christine and Ethan goodbye, leaving them feeling lighter.

Caitlyn drove Lena and Harley home, a strange unease prickling her skin, like eyes watching from the shadows. She scanned the streets—nothing. *Nerves,* she thought, but her alertness sharpened, Nathaniel’s threat lingering. At home, she bathed, the warm water soothing but not easing her longing for Vi. *A whole day without her… torture,* she thought, her heart aching. She picked up her phone, texting Vi: *Miss you, you infuriating Alpha.* Vi’s reply was instant, teasing: *Miss me already, Cupcake? Thought you were too posh to pine.* Caitlyn smiled, her heart fluttering. *Fuck, I’m in love,* she thought, Vi’s cocky grin, her moans, her massive cock flashing in her mind.

She lay on her bed, sniffing Vi’s cardigan, her fingers slipping beneath her panties, teasing her clit as she opened Hextoys’ website on her tablet. *Vi’s huge… I’m scared, but I want her so bad,* she thought, her cheeks flushing as she scrolled through dildos, her posh restraint crumbling. Her heart raced—impulsive, bold—she selected a set of sleek, graduated toys, clicking purchase before overthinking. *Practice… for her,* she thought, her fingers circling faster, her slick pooling, her body aching for Vi’s touch. *I’m ready to try… for us.* Her posh composure melted, her Omega instincts craving Vi, her love overriding her fear.

Her phone lit up—Vi’s text: *Feeling you, princess. Being naughty?* A photo followed: Vi’s thick, veined cock, throbbing in her hand, then a video, her rough moan of “Caitlyn” as she stroked, slow and teasing, followed by another playful text: *Thinking of you, Cupcake. Bet you’re touching that posh pussy for me.* Caitlyn’s breath hitched, her fingers working faster, Vi’s scent pulsing through her like a soulmate’s call. *God, Vi,* she thought, texting back: *You’re trouble. Yes, I’m… touching myself. Your fault.* Vi’s reply was quick, teasing: *Fuck, princess, tell me more. How wet are you for me?*

Caitlyn’s cheeks burned, her posh restraint faltering as she typed: *Soaked, Vi. Thinking of your cock, your moans.* Her fingers dipped to her entrance, her slick coating her thighs, her moan soft as she texted: *Want you so bad.* Vi fired back: *Damn, Cupcake, you’re killing me. Stroke that clit and moan my name.* Caitlyn’s climax hit hard, her body trembling, her cry muffled against the cardigan, slick soaking her fingers. *Vi!* she texted, her posh accent lost in her moan. Vi’s reply was instant: *Fuck, that’s my girl.* Minutes later, Vi texted: *My turn, princess. Your fault I’m this hard.* A video followed—Vi’s cock pulsing, her moan rough, “Caitlyn,” as she came, cum spilling over her abs. Caitlyn’s fingers worked again, her second climax fast, her body shaking, Vi’s scent electric. *Soulmates,* she thought, their bond pulsing as they came together across the cities.

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Same Night, Piltover

In Nathaniel Arison’s lavish penthouse, his father, Rufus, a hulking Alpha with slicked-back gray hair and cold eyes, shouted into his phone, his voice thunderous. “Get it done! I’ve paid you more than you’re worth!” He slammed the phone down, turning on Nathaniel, who sat quiet, scared, his cold green eyes wide. Rufus strode over, his hand cracking across Nathaniel’s face, again and again. “You stupid fuck!” he roared. “Using Siren to drug a Piltover Beta? Bringing her *here*? Cumming inside her? Your cum’s on forensic records! You’re lucky she’s from a nobody family—I’ve paid off the department head to falsify the report. You’ll ruin my business, you pig!”

Nathaniel flinched, his bruised ego flaring, his voice defiant despite his fear. “We’re Arisons! Raping some girl’s no big deal—we’re powerful Alphas! We do what we want!” Rufus’s fury exploded, his hand striking Nathaniel to the floor. “Siren’s our ticket to surpass the Kirammans! You draw attention, you ruin it! Get out!”

Nathaniel crawled to his room, rage boiling. *Fuck… Caitlyn, that sewer rat Vi, now Father? They’ll pay.* He slammed his bed lamp to the floor, glass shattering. His Omega maid, Gina, a timid girl with short brown hair and fearful brown eyes, entered to clean, her hands trembling. Nathaniel grabbed her roughly, ignoring her soft “no,” ripping her shirt, biting her nipples hard enough to make her wince. “Stroke me,” he growled, shoving her hand to his cock, his ego inflating as if her fear was desire. Gina, terrified, complied, her Omega instincts submitting, her fingers wrapping around his cock, stroking mechanically.

Nathaniel shoved her to her knees, thrusting into her mouth, making her gag, his voice smug. “Yeah, you want this, don’t you? Everyone wants an Arison.” His cock, pathetically small compared to his ego, twitched, and he exploded in under a minute, cum spilling into Gina’s mouth, her eyes wide with shock at his speed. “What, you despise me?” he snarled, catching her glance. Gina choked back a grimace, her expression almost comical in its disbelief. *Already? This guy’s a joke,* she thought, biting her lip to hide a smirk.

Nathaniel, oblivious, stroked himself hard again, his ego demanding more. “You love this,” he muttered, bending Gina over the bed, thrusting into her pussy with a grunt. Her slick was a biological response, but her face stayed blank, her body unengaged. “Everyone wants me,” he rambled, his thrusts frantic, his voice smug. “I get whatever I want.” He came again in seconds, a weak spurt, panting like he’d conquered a kingdom. Gina’s eyes rolled slightly, her thoughts dry. *That’s it? Pathetic.* “Good, huh?” Nathaniel panted, his ego blind. Gina nodded, her voice flat, “Sure,” fleeing the room, her pussy throbbing, unsatisfied. *This family’s sick. No wonder they’re always hiring,* she thought, resigning that night, escaping the Arisons’ twisted world.

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Chapter 11: Pulse of Courage

Date: September 4, 2025, Morning  

Location: Zaun and Piltover

Vi woke early in Zaun, her powder blue eyes blinking against the dawn, her short pink hair tousled from dreams of Caitlyn—her sweet scent, her posh voice, their soulmate connection pulsing like a heartbeat. Her rut lingered, a low hum in her veins, but Caitlyn’s texts last night—flirty, warm, teasing—had left her grinning, her heart full. *Fuck, I’m in love,* she thought, stretching her muscular frame, tattoos flexing under her tank top. Vander’s call snapped her focus: a mission to catch six Zaun thugs robbing across Zaun and Piltover, now fleeing town, holed up at a motel. Vi smirked, nudging Jinx, sprawled on the couch with her wild blue hair a mess. “Race you to the motel, Powder. Loser buys breakfast.”

Jinx leapt up, her grin chaotic, eyes glinting with mischief. “You’re on, sis!” They parkoured through Zaun’s gritty streets, Vi’s joggers and tank top catching the breeze, Jinx’s boots a blur as she swung from pipes and vaulted crates. Vi edged ahead, her Alpha strength carrying her over a rooftop, landing with a cocky grin. “Too slow, Powder!” Jinx pouted, landing a split-second behind, teasing, “Cheater! Your Alpha legs are unfair!” Vi laughed, her powder blue eyes sparkling, shushing Jinx as they spotted the thugs below, leaving the motel, bags heavy with stolen goods, their steps cautious.

Six figures moved through the alley—five lean, one fat, their boss, a gun at his hip, all wary as they fled town. Vi and Jinx crouched on a low building’s roof, their sisterly bond a silent rhythm of trust. Jinx whispered, playful, “What’s the plan, hot head?” Vi smirked, her voice low, mischievous. “Plan? I don't need a plan. Punch first, ask questions later. You zap, I smash—ready?” Jinx’s grin widened, her hand on her electric shock pistol, Zapper. “Typical—Born ready, sis.”

Vi leapt first, a blur of power, landing on a thug with a bone-crunching punch, sending him to the ground, out cold. Jinx followed, her movements fluid, shooting Zapper at another thug, his body twitching before collapsing. “Nice shot, Powder!” Vi called, smirking, already dodging a knife from a third thug. The remaining four panicked, giving the sisters an edge. Vi spun, her boxer’s precision lethal, grabbing the knife-wielder’s wrist, twisting it until the blade clattered. Her elbow cracked his jaw, dropping him. Jinx darted through shadows, her laughter echoing as she dodged wild swings, Zapper humming as she stunned a fourth thug, his knife falling uselessly.

The fifth thug lunged at Vi, his knife flashing, but she ducked with cocky grace, taunting, “Gotta do better than that, punk!” She sidestepped, her knee slamming his gut, her fist finishing with a swift uppercut, sending him sprawling, unconscious. Jinx cackled, “Show-off!” as she vanished into the dark, drawing fire from the fat boss’s gun, his shots wild, missing her. “Mine!” Jinx shouted, claiming him, her voice gleeful.

The boss, sweating, aimed at Vi’s back, his gun trembling. Vi sensed it, spinning to face him, but Jinx materialized first, pressing Zapper to his spine. “Night-night, big guy,” she chirped, shooting. He crumpled, out cold. Vi turned, smirking. “Took you long enough, Powder.” Jinx stuck out her tongue, teasing, “Slowpoke Alpha! I set him up, you cleaned house.” Vi laughed, their teamwork seamless, their bond a dance of chaos and precision.

They tied the thugs, collecting their stolen goods—jewelry, tech, cash. Vi called Vander, her voice steady. “Got ‘em, Dad. Motel alley, six down.” Vander’s gruff voice crackled. “Good work, you two. I’m there in minutes. Leave it to me.” Vi patted Jinx’s shoulder, grinning. “Breakfast time, sis. You’re paying.”

At Jericho’s food stall, munching on greasy wraps, Jinx updated Vi, her eyes glinting with genius. “Went stalking last night—bored, y’know? Found Siren deals at two Zaun nightclubs and a fight club. Shady spots, lowlifes pushing it. I’ll sniff out the connections.” She leaned closer, voice low. “Noxium trace is trickier—buyer’s layered, discreet as hell. But I’m close, maybe a day or two. It’s big money, Vi, Piltover elite shit.” Vi nodded, pride swelling for her sister’s brilliance. “You’re good, Powder. Really fucking good.” Her thoughts flicked to Caitlyn, her protective instincts flaring, the Siren threat a shadow over her. *Gotta keep her safe.*

On their way home, Vi spotted a vendor selling a violet charm, its delicate glow catching her eye, whispering Caitlyn’s elegance. She bought it without thinking, her fingers brushing its smooth surface. Jinx’s teasing was relentless. “Soulmate gift, huh?” Vi surrendered, grinning. “Yeah, for Cupcake—Cait.” Jinx cackled, raising an eyebrow. “Cupcake? Gross, sis! You’re whipped.” Vi bribed her with ice cream, her voice playful. “Help me with my group project? For Cait. Rut fucked up my research time.” Jinx teased, “You, caring about grades? Love’s making you soft!” But she agreed, smirking. “Fine, but you owe me more ice cream.”

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Same Morning, Piltover

Caitlyn woke, her long dark blue hair splayed across her pillow, her deep blue eyes bright with Vi’s lingering scent from her dreams. *Soulmates,* she thought, a smile tugging at her lips, Vi’s flirty texts from last night warming her heart. At Arcane College, Nathaniel’s absence was a relief, but her focus was elsewhere—her Hextoys package. In Professor Amelia’s criminal studies class, she barely noticed Christine and Ethan’s empty seats, her mind on Vi’s absence and the delivery waiting at home. After class, she waved Lena and Harley goodbye, her posh accent rushed. “Got something to do!” No psychology class meant an early escape, her heart racing with nervous excitement for the package.

Caitlyn sped through Piltover, her sleek car humming, her pulse quickening as she imagined the Hextoys box. She strode into the Kiramman mansion, heels clicking, only to freeze as Elora greeted her, broom in hand. “Package came, Miss Caitlyn,” she said warmly, pointing to the hall table. Caitlyn’s eyes widened—Cassandra stood there, holding the Hextoys box, her dark hair sleek, her sharp features framed by a raised eyebrow as she read the label. *Fuck,* Caitlyn thought, her cheeks flaming, her posh composure crumbling.

“It’s… for a project,” Caitlyn stammered, her posh accent faltering, snatching the box with trembling hands. Cassandra’s eyebrow arched higher, her voice dry, amused. “Your heat’s hitting hard, Cait. Take it easy—don’t wear yourself out.” Caitlyn’s face burned, *She knows!* “Yes, Mother,” she mumbled, fleeing to her room, clutching the box like a guilty secret, her heart pounding with embarrassment.

On her bed, Caitlyn unboxed the dildos, her posh seriousness comically intense as she studied the Hextoys instructions like a final exam. She flipped through the booklet, her brow furrowed, muttering biology facts from memory: “*Gradual dilation prevents vaginal tearing… lubrication essential for first-time penetration.*” She held the smallest dildo, its sleek silicone manageable, then the largest, her hands barely circling its girth, her eyes widening. She measured it—two hands for length, her fingers straining. *Vi’s… bigger,* she thought, her cheeks flushing as she recalled Vi’s massive cock, thick and veined, barely contained in her hand in the lab. *This is a long way from her,* she sighed, her Omega instincts stirring, her pussy already slick with anticipation.

Caitlyn opened the Hextoys tutorial video, her posh nerdiness absurd as she watched like prepping for a lecture, taking mental notes: *“Apply lubricant generously… start slow.”* She lubed the smallest dildo, her hands trembling with inexperience. *Here goes.* She pushed it in, wincing—*Fuck, it hurts.* Her pussy tightened, nerves spiking, her breath hitching with pain. She stopped, her heart racing, *Too tight.* She grabbed Vi’s cardigan, inhaling her leather-and-smoke scent, the warmth calming her instantly. Opening Vi’s texts and video—her rough “Caitlyn” moan, her throbbing cock—her body relaxed, slick pooling, her pussy softening. *Vi,* she thought, pushing the dildo again, slower. It slid easier, pain fading, pleasure blooming as her pussy welcomed it, throbbing for Vi.

Her fingers worked the dildo deeper, her other hand teasing her clit, imagining Vi’s massive cock filling her, her calloused hands roaming her body. “Fuck, Cait, you’re so tight,” she pictured Vi growling, her powder blue eyes blazing with lust, her cocky grin wide as she thrust gently, claiming her. Caitlyn moaned, her posh accent lost, her hips bucking. “Vi, yes,” she gasped, imagining Vi’s hands squeezing her breasts, teasing her sensitive nipples, her hot breath on her earlobe, whispering, “You’re mine, Cupcake, gonna make you cum so hard.” Vi’s tongue licked her neck, her thrusts slow but deep, her face flushed with desire, her moans rough and sexy. Caitlyn’s fingers circled her clit faster, the dildo moving deeper, her pussy stretching, pain gone, pleasure overwhelming. “Want you, Vi,” she moaned, picturing Vi’s reaction—her grin, her eyes darkening, her cock pulsing inside her. Her climax hit hard, her cry muffled against the cardigan, slick soaking her bed, her body shaking, her pussy pulsing around the dildo. *It’s a start… but Vi’s cock… a long way,* she panted, her heart racing, her fear easing, her love for Vi burning.

Her phone lit up—Vi’s text: *Feeling you, princess. Being naughty again?*

Caitlyn smiled, *Soulmates.* Vi was thinking of her.

*You’re trouble,* she texted, her posh warmth shining.

Vi’s reply was flirty: *Miss you, Cupcake. Back tomorrow—rut’s stable. Meet after class?*

Caitlyn’s cheeks flushed, texting: *Miss you too, infuriating Alpha.*

Vi sent project notes, Jinx’s work evident. *Silly Vi, caring about my grades,* Caitlyn thought, texting: *We can meet… for other things.*

Vi teased: *Oh, Cupcake, you’re begging for trouble. Gonna make you moan.*

Caitlyn smiled, her heart full, Vi’s care making her feel safe, taken care of, her Omega instincts basking in their bond.

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Chapter 12: Shadows of Justice

Date: September 5, 2025, Morning  

Location: Piltover

Caitlyn Kiramman woke in her lavish Piltover bedroom, her long dark blue hair splayed across the pillow, her deep blue eyes heavy with a delicious exhaustion from last night’s indulgence. Round after round, she’d fucked herself with the Hextoys dildo, her body burning with horny need, driven by vivid thoughts of Vi—her massive, veined cock, her powder blue eyes glinting with mischief, her teasing voice whispering sweet, dirty promises in their texts. Each climax had left Caitlyn trembling, her slick soaking the sheets, her Omega instincts craving Vi, her soulmate, as she practiced to prepare for her, her heart racing with love and anticipation. Two days without her handsome face… I miss her like crazy, she admitted, her Kiramman pride crumbling under the weight of her feelings. I’m so in love. Her heat cycle had ended, but Vi’s leather-and-smoke scent lingered in her dreams, their soulmate bond a quiet pulse that made her feel alive, free, safe.

She rose, her silk pajamas clinging to her flushed skin, and froze at the sight of her bed—a chaotic mess of slick-stained sheets, the dildo tucked beneath the pillow next to Vi’s cardigan, its leather-and-smoke scent a guilty accomplice to her fervor. Her cheeks burned, her posh composure crumbling as she hurried to clean up, her hands trembling with shy embarrassment. God, what a mess I made, she thought, her face hot as she gathered the sheets, the sweet scent of her slick lingering like a confession. She washed the dildo meticulously, her posh seriousness almost comical as she followed the Hextoys instructions with the precision of a scholar, scrubbing it under warm water, her cheeks still flushed. She tucked it and the other toys into their box, hiding it deep in her closet, her heart pounding with the secrecy of her indulgence.

Calling Elora, her kind maid with graying hair and soft brown eyes, Caitlyn’s voice was soft, flustered. “Elora, could you… change my sheets, please? I, um… spilled something.” She paused, her eyes darting to the cardigan, its scent a lifeline to Vi. “But don’t touch the cardigan on my bed, please. It’s… important.” Her voice trembled, her posh restraint faltering, her cheeks burning as she clutched the fabric briefly, Vi’s scent grounding her. Elora’s warm smile was knowing, catching the leather-and-smoke trace, her nod silent but understanding, no words needed as she left to fetch fresh linens. Caitlyn’s flush deepened, her Kiramman dignity bruised by the evidence of her horny, Vi-fueled night, the cardigan now safe beside her pillow.

Freshly bathed, Caitlyn headed to the Kiramman dining room, its gleaming elegance a stark contrast to her inner glow. Cassandra and Tobias sat at the polished table, Cassandra’s dark hair sleek, her sharp features softened by a mother’s concern, Tobias’s gentle Omega presence warm with quiet understanding. Caitlyn greeted them, her posh accent bright but tinged with shyness as she sat, her thoughts tangled with Vi’s imagined thrusts—deep, powerful, her thick cock stretching her tight pussy in her fantasies last night. Cassandra’s keen Alpha senses caught a lingering sweetness in Caitlyn’s scent, her eyebrow raising, her voice laced with love and worry. “You’re glowing, Caitlyn,” she said, her tone gentle but probing. “Your scent was… intense last night, spiking for rounds. You’re a virgin—fucking yourself that much could wear you out. Take it slow, please.”

Caitlyn’s cheeks flamed, her posh composure crumbling as she pinched her thighs beneath the table, trying to banish the vivid image of Vi’s massive cock, her calloused hands, her powder blue eyes blazing as she thrust into her in her mind. *God, Vi,* she thought, her heart racing, her face hot with embarrassment. “I’m fine, Mother,” she mumbled, her posh accent faltering, her eyes darting to her plate, her fork trembling slightly in her hand. Cassandra’s eyes narrowed, her voice softer but curious. “I saw that Hextoys box yesterday—dildos, Caitlyn? They’re… practical, I suppose, for practice, especially with your heat hitting so hard. But don’t push yourself too far. Your body’s still adjusting as a virgin, and I don’t want you hurting yourself.”

Caitlyn’s flush deepened, mortified that her mother knew, her posh restraint barely holding as she recalled the box’s bold logo, her impulsive purchase driven by Vi’s size. *She saw it,* she thought, her face burning. “Yes, Mother,” she whispered, her voice small, her heart pounding with embarrassment. Tobias’s gentle smile was knowing, his soft brown eyes twinkling as he leaned forward. “You’ve been… different, Cait,” he said, his voice warm, encouraging. “Your heat’s been intense these past days. Is there someone special?” His Omega empathy caught the love radiating beneath her restraint.

Caitlyn’s deep blue eyes flicked between her parents, her cheeks flaming, her Kiramman pride warring with her heart’s honesty. “Yes,” she admitted, her posh accent trembling, vulnerable. “An Alpha girl at school.” She didn’t say Vi’s name, her restraint holding back, but her voice softened, raw with emotion. “She makes me feel loved, safe, protected, respected… free, alive. She’s caring, unlike any Alpha or Beta I’ve met. I thought she was trouble at first—cocky, reckless—but her actions show who she is. She puts me first, always. I trust her… and I think she might be my soulmate.”

Cassandra and Tobias froze, their eyes widening, shock flickering across their faces. Soulmates were a myth in their elite circle, a rarity whispered in old texts. Cassandra’s voice was soft, almost disbelieving. “Soulmates? That’s… extraordinary, Caitlyn.” She paused, her own memories stirring—her first rut as an Alpha, feral, overwhelming, fucking her Omega lover with barely controlled desire, ancient history now. “Have you… had intercourse already? You’re a virgin, Caitlyn. I’m worried someone’s taking advantage of you.”

Caitlyn’s heart pounded, her fingers tightening around her teacup, Vi’s face flashing—her cocky grin, her powder blue eyes, her protective strength. “No, Mother, we haven’t,” she said, her posh accent firm but shy, her honesty raw. “She respects my boundaries. Even in her rut—her first, in so much pain—she stopped, didn’t push me. She won’t do anything I’m not ready for. She makes me feel safe, protected, loved.” Her voice softened, her eyes glassy. “Everything’s different with her. My body reacts, even with pills, like they’re useless. Her scent’s the sweetest I’ve known, and I feel her when I think of her.”

Cassandra’s eyes softened, a rare vulnerability for her commanding Alpha nature. “A first rut is rough, Caitlyn. Very rough. I… struggled to hold back then,” she admitted, her voice low, her memories of her own feral desire surfacing. “If she stopped for you, respected you despite that pain, she’s a special Alpha. Her love for you sounds real.” Tobias nodded, his smile warm but awed. “How strong is this attraction?” he asked, his Omega empathy sensing her truth.

Caitlyn’s cheeks flushed deeper, her posh accent trembling as she spoke, her heart spilling over. “Her scent’s like part of me. I feel her when I think of her, and she feels me. Our bodies react so strongly, even with pills…” She stopped, her face burning, realizing she’d said too much, her posh restraint faltering as she recalled Vi’s touch in the lab, her tongue, her restraint despite her rut. “It’s… different,” she finished, her voice barely a whisper, her deep blue eyes glassy with love.

Cassandra’s lips curved, her eyes softening, no judgment in her gaze. “She sounds remarkable, Caitlyn. Introduce us. I want to meet this Alpha girl who’s captured my daughter’s heart.” She smirked, teasing lightly, her voice warm. “I won’t bite. I’ll be nice, I promise—just want to see who’s making my baby girl so in love.” Tobias chuckled, his gentle nod encouraging, his eyes twinkling with pride.

Caitlyn hesitated, her heart fluttering, a shy smile breaking through. “Okay,” she said, her posh accent soft but warm, her mind racing with Vi’s grin, her protective care. They finished breakfast, Caitlyn’s thoughts a whirlwind of love and anticipation as she changed into a tailored blouse and skirt, her long dark blue hair pulled into a sleek ponytail. She skipped her suppressant pills—her heat cycle had ended, but her longing for Vi burned brighter, her soulmate bond a steady anchor.

As she strode toward the mansion’s door, her heels clicking with purpose, she froze, her hand on the handle. Grayson stood there, her broad build imposing under her enforcer’s uniform, her short gray hair neat, her weathered features stern yet kind, her presence radiating resolve. As Caitlyn’s mentor since her teens, Grayson had taught her sharpshooting, instilling a passion for justice—*“My weapon’s for protecting people, bringing justice, not personal gain. What are you shooting for, Cait?”* Those words had shaped her, driving her to study criminal studies, to protect those she loved in the future. “Caitlyn,” Grayson said, her voice gruff but warm, hugging her tightly, the familiar scent of gun oil and resolve grounding her. “Got updates to share with your mother.”

Caitlyn’s deep blue eyes lit up, her respect for Grayson deep, her posh accent firm. “Good to see you, Grayson.” She glanced at her watch—still early for school. “I’ve got time,” she said, her posh accent sharp with curiosity, her heart racing with the weight of the Siren threat, her mind flickering to Vi’s protective strength, her soulmate’s warmth steadying her. She led Grayson toward the living room, her heels clicking, ready to hear whatever Grayson had come to share.

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Chapter 13: Fires of Instinct

Date: September 5, 2025  

Location: Piltover and Arcane College

Caitlyn’s heels clicked through the Kiramman mansion, her heart racing with curiosity as she led Grayson to the living room, her posh accent sharp but warm. “Mother’s this way,” she said, her deep blue eyes flickering with the weight of the Siren threat, Vi’s protective presence a steady anchor in her mind. Grayson’s broad build filled the doorway, her short gray hair neat, her weathered features stern yet kind, her enforcer’s uniform crisp with the scent of gun oil and resolve. Cassandra rose from a velvet sofa, her dark hair sleek, her sharp features softening as she greeted Grayson with a nod. “Good to see you,” Cassandra said, her Alpha voice commanding but warm. “What brings you?”

Grayson’s gruff voice was steady, her eyes serious as she sat, spreading case files on the table. “Updates on the Christine assault case. Forensics found DNA, but the report points to a Zaun tramp with a string of assault records.” Caitlyn interrupted, her posh accent sharp, her detective mind sparking. “That doesn’t make sense.” Cassandra’s eyes flicked to her, a proud smile curving her lips. Grayson nodded, her weathered face approving. “Keep going, Cait. What’s wrong with it?”

Caitlyn’s brow furrowed, her deep blue eyes dead serious as she leaned forward, clutching the report, the suspect’s grizzled face staring back. “Christine remembered a fancy ceiling with chandeliers—likely a Piltover mansion. Even if that’s a Siren-induced hallucination, a Zaun tramp couldn’t carry her across town and back without notice. No car, no way he’d pull it off unseen. And Christine said two men approached her, looking normal, so she ignored the danger. This tramp—” she tapped the photo—“screams danger. No way she wouldn’t notice. And now it’s just one man blamed?”

Grayson’s eyes gleamed, testing her. “Your conclusion?” Caitlyn’s voice was firm, her posh accent cutting. “Someone falsified the report. The tramp’s a cover. Only someone with power and wealth could pull this off—and there’s corruption inside the department. It’s more complicated than we thought.” Grayson nodded, impressed. “Good instincts, Cait. You’re sharp.” She reached into her briefcase, pulling out a sleek case. “This was meant for your birthday in January, but things are getting tricky.” Caitlyn opened it, revealing a custom pistol, her initials and the Kiramman crest lasered on its gleaming surface, its beauty striking. “For your safety,” Grayson said, her voice gruff but warm. “Shoot to protect, like I taught you—yourself and others.”

Caitlyn’s fingers lingered on the pistol, her deep blue eyes admiring its craftsmanship, her heart swelling with Grayson’s care. “Thank you,” she said, her posh accent firm, the weight of justice grounding her. Cassandra nodded at Grayson, her voice resolute. “There’s work to do—investigate the department, find the corruption. This won’t stand.” Grayson’s eyes flicked to Caitlyn. “Stay quiet on the corruption part, Cait. We don’t want to alarm anyone yet.” Caitlyn nodded, her resolve sharp.

At Arcane College, Caitlyn joined Lena and Harley for lunch in the bustling cafeteria, her tailored blouse and skirt pristine, her long dark blue hair sleek. Lena’s blonde curls bounced as she leaned forward, her green eyes worried. “Heard about Christine?” Harley’s hazel eyes darkened, her brown hair tousled. “She’s still in the hospital.” Caitlyn’s posh accent was firm, her voice low, honoring Grayson’s secrecy. “Grayson briefed us—Siren’s behind the assault, likely tied to a Piltover elite pulling strings. Stay alert, don’t go out alone. It’s dangerous.”

Lena’s eyes widened, Harley nodding grimly. “We’ll stick together,” Lena said, her voice soft. Caitlyn’s heart ached for Vi, her absence a quiet void, but a familiar leather-and-smoke scent hit her, her soulmate bond flaring. Vi strode in, her short pink hair tousled, tattoos peeking from her tank top, powder blue eyes locking onto Caitlyn with a cocky grin. “Miss me, Cupcake?” she teased, plopping beside her, her hand brushing Caitlyn’s thigh, sending electric shivers through her.

Caitlyn’s cheeks flushed, her posh accent playful but sharp. “Terribly, you infuriating Alpha.” Their heat and rut had faded, but their attraction burned, a soulmate pull beyond biology, their scents entwining. Vi’s voice softened, her powder blue eyes searching Caitlyn’s, her hand squeezing hers gently. “Missed you like crazy, princess. Two days was torture. You okay? Any trouble?” Her care wrapped Caitlyn like a blanket, her heart soaring. “Just creeps at school, but I handled them,” Caitlyn said, her posh accent warm, her eyes glassy with love. “Grayson warned about Siren—tied to someone powerful. It’s dangerous.” Vi’s fists clenched, her eyes darkening. “Those bastards’ll pay,” she growled, her protective instincts flaring, her touch steadying Caitlyn. “I’ve got you, Cupcake.”

Lena and Harley exchanged smirks, Harley teasing, “Your Alpha’s intense, Cait.” Lena giggled, “Whipped.” Caitlyn rolled her eyes, her posh restraint hiding a smile, her heart swelling with Vi’s presence, their bond deepening with every glance, every touch, their love a pulse stronger than biology.

In Professor Sarah’s psychology class, Vi and Caitlyn sat close, their project notes ignored as their eyes met—Vi’s powder blue gaze mischievous, Caitlyn’s deep blue eyes shy but warm. Vi’s fingers brushed Caitlyn’s under the table, her smirk teasing. “Caught you staring, princess.” Caitlyn’s cheeks flushed, her posh accent sharp. “You started it, Vi.” Their stolen glances sparked, their bond pulsing, memories of their phone sex and confessions igniting desire, their fingers intertwining briefly, a quiet gesture of love.

After class, Vi insisted on walking Caitlyn home, her protective stride close, her voice soft with care. “How you holding up, Cupcake? Two days without me—any more creeps?” Her powder blue eyes searched Caitlyn’s, her hand reaching for hers, fingers intertwining carefully, a sweet gesture beyond physical need. Caitlyn’s heart fluttered, her posh accent warm. “Missed you terribly. Just… handled some Betas with sharp words. Your absence was the worst part.” Vi’s grin was cocky but gentle. “That’s my girl. Tough as hell.” Their fingers stayed laced, their bond deepening, love pulsing through every touch, their soulmate connection undeniable.

At the Kiramman mansion, Vi slowed, ready to say goodbye, her powder blue eyes soft. “See you tomorrow, princess.” Caitlyn hesitated, her deep blue eyes bold, her posh accent trembling with longing. “Wait, Vi. I… want you longer.” Vi’s grin widened, her voice teasing. “Greedy, huh, Cupcake?” Caitlyn’s cheeks flushed, but she led Vi to the backyard, the pool glinting under the afternoon sun, the estate empty—her parents out, Elora inside. “They’re gone,” Caitlyn said, her voice soft, vulnerable. “Just… stay with me.”

They sat at the pool’s edge, feet dipping in the cool water, their shoulders brushing, the air charged with their closeness. Caitlyn’s voice trembled, her confession raw. “I love you, Vi. My heat’s gone, but it’s you—your heart, your care, your strength. You’re everything to me.” Vi’s powder blue eyes softened, her grin warm, teasing. “Fuck, Cupcake, you’re making me blush with that posh honesty.” Her voice dropped, sincere, her gaze locked on Caitlyn’s. “I love you too, Cait. More than anything. You’re my everything.” Caitlyn smiled, feeling Vi’s genuineness, pulling her close for a lingering kiss, their lips soft, then hungry, tongues tangling with desperate need.

Their bodies reacted instantly, hands roaming, Vi’s fingers sliding under Caitlyn’s blouse, teasing her skin, squeezing her breasts through her bra, her thumbs circling her nipples. Caitlyn moaned softly, her slick pooling despite her heat’s end, her posh restraint crumbling. “Vi,” she gasped, her voice breaking, her pussy throbbing. Vi’s voice was husky, teasing. “So wet already, princess? Wanna make you cum right here.” Her hand slid under Caitlyn’s skirt, fingers teasing her clit through her panties, Caitlyn’s legs trembling. Caitlyn’s hands roamed to Vi’s joggers, her fingers brushing the outline of Vi’s cock, impressive but soft beneath the fabric. Her deep blue eyes widened, a nerdy amusement flickering as she recalled biology texts—*“Erection results from increased blood flow, engorging the penile tissue, triggered by arousal.”* Her posh curiosity sparked as she tugged Vi’s joggers down, revealing her cock, its shape striking—thick, veined, smooth, and soft but heavy in her hand. Caitlyn’s fingers traced its length, her breath hitching as it grew under her touch, swelling, veins popping along its shaft, the tip flushing red, hot, and throbbing, transforming into an erect masterpiece that made her heart race. “God, Vi, it’s… incredible,” she murmured, her posh accent tinged with awe, her amusement nerdy yet reverent. “So beautiful, so… big.”

Vi grinned, her voice rough. “Like what you see, princess?” Caitlyn smirked, her posh accent daring. “Maybe.” Vi slid into the pool, her grin mischievous, her wet hair slicked back, her powder blue eyes locked on Caitlyn’s flushed face as she sucked her toes, sending shivers through her. “Wetter than me, princess?” Vi teased, her voice wicked. Caitlyn’s panties soaked, her moan soft, her posh protest cut off as Vi pulled her closer, spreading her legs gently, leaning in to eat her pussy through the fabric, her tongue flicking with slow, torturous precision. Caitlyn’s legs trembled, her hands gripping Vi’s wet hair, her moan louder. “Vi, god,” she gasped, her posh accent breaking, her body arching into Vi’s mouth.

Caitlyn, bold, slid into the pool, surprising Vi, who grinned. “Look at you, Cupcake, getting wild.” They kissed, deep and hungry, Caitlyn’s hands returning to Vi’s cock, now fully exposed from her half-down joggers, stroking with slow, deliberate pumps, her fingers tracing the veins. “Want you,” Caitlyn whispered, her posh accent sultry, her strokes teasing, circling the tip with her thumb. Vi moaned, her voice rough, teasing. “Damn, princess, you’re full of surprises—gonna make me lose it like that.” Caitlyn smirked, firing back, “Try keeping up, trouble,” her posh boldness sparking, her strokes steady, drawing out Vi’s pleasure.

Footsteps crunched—Elora’s voice calling, “Miss Caitlyn?” watering plants nearby. Caitlyn panicked, pushing Vi underwater, hiding her, her posh composure fraying. Vi grinned mischievously, holding Caitlyn’s thighs, her mouth licking and flicking her clit, her finger circling faster. Caitlyn’s voice shook, answering Elora, “Just… relaxing by the pool!” Elora’s concern grew, her steps closer. “You alright, Miss?” Caitlyn glared at Vi underwater, who winked, working faster, pushing her limit. Caitlyn’s voice trembled, “Fine, Elora, just… enjoying the sun!” As Elora turned away, Caitlyn came hard, her body shaking, legs weak, her cry muffled against her hand, slick soaking her panties. Vi held her steady, gently lifting her to sit back on the pool’s edge, then resurfaced, brushing her wet hair back, catching her breath. Her powder blue eyes locked on Caitlyn’s flushed, cumming face, admiring her for a moment, her grin soft. “Fuck, Cait, you’re gorgeous,” she whispered, leaning in to lick her pussy clean through her panties, savoring her sweetness, riding her through the pulsing wave, still in the pool.

Caitlyn panted, playfully scolding, “You’re impossible, Vi!” Vi grinned, teasing, “You love my mischief, princess.” Vi pushed herself up, muscles flexing, sitting beside Caitlyn on the pool’s edge, water dripping from her tank top, her joggers still halfway down. Caitlyn’s deep blue eyes flickered with boldness, her heart racing with love and desire. Feeling daring, she leaned in, her fingers brushing Vi’s hard cock, its veins pulsing under her touch. “Need you again,” she murmured, her posh accent sultry, her strokes slow and teasing, circling the tip with her thumb, a new move she’d practiced in her mind for Vi.

Vi moaned, her voice rough, teasing. “Fuck, Cait, you’re driving me wild with that touch.” Caitlyn’s boldness surged, her love for Vi overriding her restraint. She pushed Vi down gently, Vi’s back against the pool’s edge, her grin intrigued. “What’s this, Cupcake?” Caitlyn’s cheeks flushed, her posh accent daring. “Something new.” She straddled Vi’s thighs, her soaked panties brushing Vi’s cock through the fabric, her hips moving slowly, her pussy feeling Vi’s heat. Vi moaned instantly, her strong arms holding Caitlyn’s waist, keeping her steady. “Fuck, Cait, you’re killing me,” she growled, her powder blue eyes dark with lust.

Caitlyn’s hips rocked, her pussy throbbing against Vi’s cock, her posh accent teasing. “Can’t handle me, Alpha?” Vi laughed, her voice husky. “Goddamn, you’re getting cocky—love it.” Caitlyn’s tension built, her voice playful. “Your stamina’s unreal—annoying, but impressive.” Vi teased, her grin wicked. “Gotta keep up with you, princess.” Caitlyn came first, her body shaking, Vi’s arms steadying her, her hips moving through her climax, Vi’s cock burning hotter against her panties. Caitlyn leaned in, whispering, her posh accent daring, “Cum for me, Vi. Want your cock to lose it, all for me.” Her hands teased Vi’s nipples, pinching lightly, Vi smirking, her moan rough. “Fuck, Cait, you’re too much.” Vi came hard, a thick, sticky load spilling over her stomach, her moan guttural, Caitlyn riding her through it, their eyes locked, Vi’s powder blue gaze soft with love.

Caitlyn’s eyes flicked to Vi’s load, almost leaning in to lick it instinctively, her posh restraint stopping her shyly, her cheeks flaming. Vi caught it, teasing, “What was that, princess? Hungry for me?” Caitlyn rolled her eyes, her posh accent sharp. “Don’t get cocky.” Vi sat up, holding Caitlyn in her arms, panting, her voice warm. “Only cum this hard for you, Cupcake. You’re special.” She planted a soft kiss on Caitlyn’s forehead, sweet and loving, then another on her cheek, her care grounding Caitlyn. She grabbed a towel, Caitlyn reaching for it first, her fingers brushing Vi’s, her cheeks flushing at the contact. Vi teased, her voice playful, “Saving that towel like the cardigan, huh? Naughty.” Caitlyn’s cheeks burned, knowing Vi had caught her keeping the cardigan for its scent, her posh accent sharp. “Hush, you.” Vi laughed, gently wiping Caitlyn’s body first—her arms, her chest, her legs—her touch tender, lingering on her skin, before carefully cleaning Caitlyn’s pussy and thighs, her fingers slow, ensuring every trace of slick was gone. “Gotta take care of my girl,” Vi murmured, her voice soft, her powder blue eyes warm with love. She kissed Caitlyn’s lips gently, whispering, “I love you, Cait.” Caitlyn’s heart swelled, her posh accent trembling. “I love you too, Vi.” Vi then wiped her own cum from her stomach, her grin playful but caring.

Vi stood, helping Caitlyn to her feet, her voice soft. “Hot bath, Cupcake. Don’t catch a cold.” Caitlyn’s voice softened, her playful glare fading. “You’re impossible,” she said, but her tone betrayed her love. “You’re staying soaked—that’s your punishment for being so mischievous when Elora was here.” Vi laughed, shrugging, her wet tank top clinging to her muscles. Vi smirked, thinking Caitlyn was genuinely mad, her powder blue eyes flickering with concern. *She’s cute when she’s mad,* Vi thought, her heart warm.

As Vi turned to leave, grabbing another towel to dry her hair roughly, Caitlyn hesitated, her heart racing. She darted inside, returning with dry clothes—a loose shirt and pants from the house—her deep blue eyes soft, her posh accent firm. “Found these. They’ll fit,” she said, shutting Vi’s teasing grin with a glare, then softening as she handed them over. Vi’s eyes lit up, recognizing Caitlyn’s care despite her words, her voice warm. “Knew you couldn’t stay mad, Cupcake.” Caitlyn kissed her softly, her posh accent warm. “I’d love to see you tomorrow, but I’ve got the gala.” Vi grinned, hiding her surprise plan, her voice tender. “I’ll miss you, princess.” She changed, kissed Caitlyn’s cheek, and parkoured away, leaving Caitlyn smiling, her heart full, her body still buzzing with Vi’s touch, Vi’s care a quiet promise she’d always be there.

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Chapter 14: Pulse of Absence  

Date: Saturday, September 6, 2025  

Location: Kiramman Estate, Piltover  

Morning light spilled through Caitlyn Kiramman’s bedroom windows, casting soft gold across her pale blue walls. She stirred under silken sheets, her dark blue hair spilling over the pillow, her deep blue eyes blinking open, heavy with dreams of Vi—her cocky grin, her protective warmth, her scent sparking a soulmate ache. Yesterday’s poolside encounter—Vi’s lips on her pussy, their whispered “I love you”s, her massive cock pulsing under Caitlyn’s touch—lingered like a fever, their bond deepening. Today was the gala, a Piltover-Zaun fundraiser for Zaun’s infrastructure, a fragile symbol of peace. As a Kiramman, Caitlyn’s duty was clear, but her heart clung to Vi, consuming her thoughts.

She rose, silk pajamas clinging to her flushed skin, and gazed out at Piltover’s spires, so different from Zaun’s gritty pulse. Her fingers brushed Vi’s cardigan under her pillow, its scent stirring her omega instincts, a quiet hum of longing. Their poolside intimacy, had eased her fear of penetration through Hextoys practice, but the line remained uncrossed, her love for Vi burning bright. After bathing, warm water soothing her, Caitlyn dressed in soft leggings and a sweater, craving comfort, and descended to the dining room.

The Kiramman dining room gleamed: a mahogany table, crystal chandeliers, and a breakfast spread of Piltovan croissants and Zaunite spiced jams. Cassandra, focused at the table’s head, scribbled in a notebook, her alpha presence commanding. Tobias sipped coffee beside her, his omega warmth gentle. “Morning, darling,” Cassandra said, glancing up, her voice warm but distracted, catching Caitlyn’s lingering glow. “Sleep well?”

“Well enough,” Caitlyn replied, her posh accent crisp, sliding into her seat and reaching for a teacup. “Your speech, Mother?”

Cassandra’s smile tightened, eyes sharp with purpose. “The gala’s tonight, Caitlyn—unity with Zaun. Vander, Silco, and Tenner will be there. My speech must carry that hope.” She tapped her notebook. “Tobias and I are heading to the venue before noon to meet them and prepare. Rest this morning. The tailor and the hairdresser will arrive at one. Thomas drives you at four to join us before the gala starts at five.”

Caitlyn nodded, spreading spiced jam on a croissant, its tang evoking Zaun. “I understand.” Galas were duty—smile, charm, represent—but exhausting, their sensory chaos testing her omega senses, unwanted advances a shadow. Her heat’s end and suppressant pills would help, but without Vi’s presence, the night felt hollow. “It’s important,” she added, her posh accent resolute. “I’ll support you, Mother.”

Tobias’s eyes crinkled. “You always do, Cait.” Cassandra’s gaze softened. “Rest well—you’ll need it.”

Caitlyn finished breakfast, the jam’s heat lingering, and excused herself, heels clicking as she returned to her room. Her sanctuary—pale blue curtains, canopy bed, cluttered desk—welcomed her. She sank onto the bed, her phone buzzing with Harley and Lena’s group chat.

**Harley**: Yo, Cait, hyped for the gala? I’m hitting the dance floor and stealing Zaunite desserts!  

**Lena**: Harls, you’ll flirt first. Cait, you good? Bet your gown’s stunning. 😍  

**Harley**: Spill the vibe! Surviving Kiramman duties?  

**Lena**: Save us canapés, Cait! We’re hyped!  

Caitlyn smiled faintly, fingers hovering. Harley’s reckless energy and Lena’s playful warmth, bonded lovers, thrived at galas, unlike Caitlyn’s reserved duty. The sensory storm—alpha, beta, omega scents—would overwhelm, despite her faded heat. She hoped creeps like Nathaniel, whose pursuit chilled her, stayed away, perhaps restrained by his father’s reprimand, but her wariness lingered, Siren’s threat a shadow.

**Caitlyn**: Sapphire gown, you’ll see it. No food fights, Harls. Managing… barely. Save me a dance.  

**Harley**: We got you! Lena’s plotting a dessert heist.  

**Lena**: You sound off, Cait. We’ll rescue you from councilors. Stay safe!  

Her smile faded, a wistful ache settling in. Harley and Lena had each other, their bond a spark in the gala’s chaos. But Caitlyn’s heart clung to Vi, a longing stealing her breath. She missed her—her grin, her warmth, her scent. A memory hit: a gala a year ago, Vi’s scent overwhelming, driving her to a ladies’ room stall, her pussy slick, fingers frantic as she moaned for an unknown alpha. Vi had left early, but now, she was Caitlyn’s—her soulmate, her love, unraveling her restraint.

Her thighs clenched, heat pooling, omega instincts flaring despite her heat’s end. Disappointment stung—Vi’s vague “family stuff” left her gala attendance uncertain, her tie to Vander unclear. Without Vi, the night felt empty. Her gaze flicked to the closet, Hextoys hidden inside, her practice for Vi easing her fear. She locked the door, heart pounding, and shed her loungewear, bare skin prickling. Retrieving the smallest dildo, its silicone smooth, she settled on her bed, thighs parting, slick pooling as Vi’s scent filled her mind. Lubing the toy, she recalled the Hextoys tutorial—*“Apply generously… start slow”*—and grabbed Vi’s cardigan, inhaling deeply, her pussy throbbing with desperate need.

“Vi,” she gasped, posh accent trembling, pressing the dildo to her clit, its cool touch sparking a moan. That gala’s scent had consumed her, her pussy soaked, fingers desperate. Now, Vi was real—her pink hair, powder-blue eyes, scarred lip smirking. The dildo teased her clit, circling slowly, her hips bucking, slick dripping down her thighs. She pictured Vi in the library, tongue teasing her pussy, restraint a gift despite her rut. “Fuck, Cait, you’re so wet,” Vi had growled, eyes locked on her. Now, Caitlyn imagined Vi above her, her massive cock—thick, veined, pulsing—rubbing her clit, not entering, hands gripping her hips. “Want you, Cupcake,” Vi would purr, breath hot, cock sliding against her folds, promising love.

Her fingers worked her clit faster, the dildo sliding to her entrance, pushing in, a low moan escaping as her pussy stretched, pleasure searing. She saw their poolside moment—Vi’s lips sucking her, moans rough as Caitlyn stroked her cock. “You’re mine, Cait,” Vi had gasped, cum spilling, care grounding her. Now, Caitlyn pictured Vi’s cock rubbing her pussy, teasing her entrance, thrusts gentle, eyes blazing. “Vi, fuck,” she moaned, posh accent shattering, hips grinding, pussy pulsing around the dildo. Her free hand squeezed her breasts, pinching her nipples, imagining Vi’s lips sucking, teeth grazing, voice husky. “Gonna make you cum, princess,” Vi would growl, cock sliding against her, never crossing her boundary.

Slick coated her thighs, her moans desperate, restraint crumbling as she thrust the dildo deeper, her pussy clenching, craving Vi’s cock. She pictured Vi’s tattoos flexing, moans rough, “Caitlyn” gasped in that sexy drawl, her cock spilling for her. “Want you inside me,” Caitlyn whimpered, bold despite her fear, fingers frantic on her clit, dildo thrusting hard, pleasure overwhelming. Her climax crashed through, body arching, cry muffled against the cardigan, slick soaking her fingers, pussy pulsing, legs trembling. She rode it out, heart racing, Vi’s scent consuming her, love and lust a wildfire. A second wave hit, her moan louder, “Vi, please,” imagining Vi’s cock rubbing her, her body shaking, slick dripping onto the sheets.

Disappointment hit as the afterglow faded. Vi might not be at the gala, her absence a void. *I need you, Vi,* Caitlyn thought, omega instincts aching. She rose, legs shaky, and washed the dildo, warm water soothing her flushed skin, Vi’s scent lingering. Dressing in fresh leggings and a sweater, she sat at her desk, opening her sketchbook. Her pencil traced Vi’s face—scarred lip, “VI” tattoo, powder-blue eyes. Each stroke captured Vi’s grin, her tenderness. *I miss you,* she thought, smiling softly.

The morning blurred, the doorbell chiming at one. Elora’s voice greeted the tailor and hairdresser. Caitlyn set her sketchbook down, Vi’s face lingering, and headed to the dressing room. Elora, maternal and kind, smiled proudly. Marcus, the quiet tailor, revealed a sapphire gown—low-cut, arm straps accentuating her cleavage and waist, a side slit showing her long legs, silk shimmering with Piltovan-Zaunite embroidery. Clara, the hairdresser, prepared her tools, smiling warmly.

Elora fussed as Caitlyn slipped into the gown, its fabric hugging her curves, the slit baring one leg elegantly. “Miss Caitlyn, you’re a beautiful, amazing woman,” Elora said, eyes shining, hugging her tightly. She snapped a photo, winking, “For your mother.” Caitlyn’s cheeks flushed, her posh accent soft. “Thank you, Elora.” Clara wove her hair into an updo, tendrils framing her face, while Marcus adjusted the hem.

By four, Caitlyn’s reflection was Kiramman elegance—poised, daring, her eyes longing for Vi. Elora squeezed her hand. “You’ll shine, Miss.” Caitlyn nodded, duty firm, Grayson’s pistol in her clutch a reminder of Siren’s threat. She descended the staircase, gown swishing, meeting Thomas, whose smile warmed. “A vision, Miss Caitlyn,” he said, opening the car door.

Caitlyn slid in, gazing at Piltover’s spires fading into dusk. The gala—a luxe venue, scents, unity—awaited. Her heart clung to Vi, a quiet hope. *Be there,* she thought, fingers brushing her clutch, resolve steadying her.

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Chapter 15: Heat of Anticipation  

Date: Saturday, September 6, 2025  

Location: Vander’s House, Zaun  

Morning light crept through the cracked blinds of Vi’s bedroom in Zaun, painting jagged streaks across the worn wooden floor. Vi stirred on her lumpy mattress, rubbing her powder-blue eyes, her short pink hair a tousled mess. Her joggers tented with morning wood, a familiar throb that pulsed harder as Caitlyn’s sweet scent flickered in her mind, their soulmate bond sparking like a live wire. Last night, she’d stayed up late, sprawled on her bed, watching Piltovan dance tutorial clips on her phone—stiff, fancy steps that felt alien to her chaotic Zaunite swagger. But for Caitlyn, she’d learn, picturing her posh Cupcake’s stunned face when Vi swept her onto the gala’s dance floor. A cocky smirk tugged at her scarred lips, her heart racing with love. *Fuck, Cait, you’re gonna lose it when you see me tonight.*

The gala—a Piltover-Zaun fundraiser for Zaun’s infrastructure—wasn’t Vi’s scene. Too formal, too fancy, boring-ass councilors droning on. She’d attended a few for Vander, scarfing down the food and drinks (the only perks), then sneaking out early. But tonight was different. Caitlyn would be there, her sapphire eyes and posh accent unraveling Vi’s restraint. Vander had rallied the family last night—Vi, Jinx, Claggor, and Mylo—insisting they show up to support Zaun’s cause and meet Piltover’s big names. Jinx had whined, her wild blue hair bouncing as she pouted, but the buffet bar won her over. Claggor and Mylo, eyes gleaming, were pumped for the food and mingling. Vi didn’t care for the pomp, but Caitlyn? *God, I love her so much,* she thought, her smirk softening, her heart a warm ache.

Yesterday’s poolside moment flashed—Caitlyn’s bold moves, her posh dirty talk, her fingers teasing Vi’s cock, that mad-cute glare when Elora nearly caught them. Vi’s morning wood throbbed harder, her joggers straining. She glanced at the clock: 10:30. Her stomach growled, but she’d save room for the gala’s spread. Stretching her muscular frame, tattoos flexing under her tank top, she headed to the bathroom, splashing cold water on her face, the shock barely dulling her arousal. Then it hit—Caitlyn’s scent, sweet and intoxicating, flooding her senses like a soulmate’s call. *She’s being naughty again,* Vi thought, smirking, her cock pulsing, reacting to Caitlyn’s distant desire.

Vi’s eyes fluttered shut, her breath hitching as she sensed Caitlyn’s heat, their bond pulsing across the cities. Her joggers hit the bed, her cock springing free—thick, veined, pulsing with need, the tip flushed red and glistening with precum. She stood in the cramped bathroom, tiles cool under her bare feet, and let her hips thrust into the air, her body moving on instinct. In her mind, Caitlyn was there, sprawled on her bed, her sapphire eyes glassy with lust, her long legs parted, slick dripping as she touched herself. “Vi,” Caitlyn’s posh voice moaned, her fingers circling her clit, her pussy soaked, imagining Vi’s cock. Vi growled low, her hands gripping her cock, one stroking the shaft, the other teasing the tip, her hips thrusting in rhythm, mimicking fucking Caitlyn.

“Fuck, Cait,” Vi groaned, her voice rough, her powder-blue eyes half-lidded as she pictured Caitlyn’s gown from her texts—sapphire, low-cut, hugging her curves, baring her legs. She saw Caitlyn at the gala, pulling her into a dark corner, her posh restraint crumbling. “Want you so bad, Cupcake,” Vi imagined growling, pinning Caitlyn against a wall, her lips crashing onto hers, tongue tangling, hands roaming her breasts, squeezing through the gown. Caitlyn’s moans would be soft, desperate, “Vi, please,” her pussy slick against Vi’s thigh, her fingers tugging Vi’s hair. Vi’s strokes quickened, her cock hot, veins pulsing, precum dripping as she thrust harder, imagining Caitlyn’s hands on her, stroking her cock, her posh voice whispering dirty pleas. “Fuck me, Vi,” Caitlyn would gasp, her hips grinding, though Vi held back, respecting her boundary, rubbing her cock against Caitlyn’s clit instead, teasing her folds, making her tremble.

Vi shifted, leaning against the sink, her hips thrusting faster, one hand stroking her cock’s length, the other cupping her balls, squeezing gently. Her moans grew louder, rough and sexy, echoing off the tiles. She pictured Caitlyn’s pussy, glistening, her fingers frantic, her moans breaking as she came for Vi. “Cait, you’re so fucking hot,” Vi growled, her cock throbbing, her strokes desperate. She switched stances, bracing one foot on the toilet, her hips angled, thrusting into her hands, imagining Caitlyn’s thighs wrapped around her, her slick coating Vi’s cock as she rubbed against her, never entering. “Cum for me, princess,” Vi would purr, her lips sucking Caitlyn’s neck, leaving soft marks, her cock sliding against her pussy, driving her wild.

Her climax hit hard, her body shuddering, a guttural moan tearing from her throat as cum shot out, aimed for the sink but—*fuck*—the bathroom door burst open. Jinx’s voice rang out, “Yo, Vi, where you at?” Vi panicked, slamming the door shut, but her cum sprayed everywhere—splattering the wall, pooling on the floor, a sticky mess. Her face flushed, her cock still twitching, she leaned against the door, panting. Jinx’s cackle echoed from the bedroom, her nose catching Vi’s scent and the faint trace of Caitlyn’s soulmate pull. “Oh, gross, sis! Jerking off to your Cupcake again?” Jinx teased, mischievous glee in her voice, her wild blue hair probably bouncing as she smirked. “Smells like a fucking bakery in here!”

Vi groaned, annoyed but playful, firing back through the door, “Shut it, Powder! Ain’t your business!” Her powder-blue eyes rolled, her smirk returning despite the mess. Jinx laughed harder, her voice sing-song. “Better clean that up, horny Alpha! And wash those hands—don’t wanna braid my hair with *that* on ‘em!” Vi sighed, opening the door a crack, glaring at Jinx, who stood by the bed, eyeing Vi’s discarded joggers with a grin. “Help me braid, huh?” Jinx said, twirling a strand of blue hair. “Unless you’re too busy fantasizing about your posh girlfriend.”

“Fuck off, trouble,” Vi shot back, her tone light, grabbing a towel to wipe her hands. Jinx cackled, darting out, yelling, “Clean that bathroom, sis!” Vi stared at the mess—cum dripping down the wall, pooling on the tiles. *This’ll take a while,* she thought, shaking her head, her smirk softening as she pictured Caitlyn’s face at the gala, stunned to see her in a tailored suit, a hint of cologne she’d bought just to make her drool. *Worth it for you, Cupcake.*

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I'm still working on the rest of the Gala.

Here's a small piece of Cassandra and Tobias, for those who have mommy issue一Enjoy. 😉

Chapter 16: Whispers of Unity  

Date: Saturday, September 6, 2025  

Location: Gala Venue, Piltover  

The gala hall sparkled under crystal chandeliers, their prisms dancing across marble floors and gilded walls. Tables brimmed with Piltovan caviar and Zaunite spiced pastries, the dance floor shimmering, ready for the evening’s waltz. Booths showcased hextech gadgets and Zaunite street art, a fragile bridge of unity. At 4:00 PM, the hall stood pristine, the organizers’ meticulous work evident—flowers perfectly arranged, lights glowing, music tuned. Guests would arrive in half an hour, but Cassandra Kiramman led Vander, Silco, Tenner, and Raven to a plush VIP room upstairs for a brief respite, the air warm with camaraderie.

The VIP room was intimate, velvet sofas circling a mahogany table set with crystal glasses, a bottle of chem-tech wine breathing nearby. Cassandra, her alpha presence commanding, settled at the table’s head, her dark hair sleek in a chignon, her smile diplomatic. Tobias sat beside her, his omega warmth gentle, eyes crinkling with quiet pride. Vander, burly and warm-eyed, sprawled in a chair, his alpha aura steady. Silco, lean and sharp-featured, sipped wine, his gaze thoughtful. Tenner, a beta with slicked-back blond hair and a charismatic smile, exuded charm in a tailored suit, his warm demeanor radiating goodwill.

Tenner had risen as a Zaun leader over the past few years, his charitable work and peacemaking efforts alongside Vander and Silco earning him respect. Once a subordinate in Silco’s old business, he’d pivoted to diplomacy after its shutdown, his ambition and thirst for power and wealth cloaked in kindness, his two-faced nature driving his climb to influence.

Raven, his 19-year-old alpha daughter, sat poised, her red-dyed hair cascading over one shoulder, dark grey eyes cool but friendly, a small fang glinting in her charming smile, dimples softening her mysterious beauty.

A lifelong lone wolf, Raven’s emotionally detached nature—opposite to empathy—kept her isolated, her heart numb to others’ feelings, except for her loving, protective mother and Vi. At 11, she met Vi, whose loyalty and care drew her into her inner circle with Jinx, sparking rare feelings—a subtle possessiveness, possibly romantic, possibly not, Raven unsure what love felt like. Vi’s alpha traits at 15, with her hormones and popularity, intensified Raven’s fixation, a quiet pull she couldn’t name. At 16, her mother’s illness drove her to Noxus for high-paying jobs, alone with no friends or family, sending money home. There, she honed a poker face sharper than her father’s, mastering two-faced charm to survive, her cunning outpacing Tenner’s. Her mother’s death at 17 hardened her heart further, her alpha traits emerging, prompting her red-dyed hair. Returning to Zaun, she supports her father, her motives veiled, her subtle fixation on Vi a quiet flicker.

Cassandra raised her glass, her posh accent warm. “To our shared efforts,” she said, eyes sweeping the group. “Your work today, making this gala a symbol of unity, is remarkable. Vander, Silco, Tenner—your roles in forging peace between Piltover and Zaun are vital. Raven, your coordination of the booths was seamless.”

Vander’s warm eyes crinkled, his voice gruff but kind. “Tenner’s been a blessing, stepping up to make Zaun better alongside us.” He nodded at Tenner, whose smile widened, his beta charm effortless, his power-hungry heart buried deep.

Silco’s lips curled into a wry smirk, his voice smooth. “Tenner worked under me in the old days—ambitious, even then. Went his own way when I shut things down, and now he’s a leader.” His tone was fond, trusting Tenner’s facade.

Tenner’s laugh was warm, disarming. “Learned from you, Silco. Vander’s right—Zaun’s stronger for our work together.” His eyes sparkled with sincerity, his two-faced ambition invisible.

Vander’s gaze shifted to Raven, softening with nostalgia. “And Raven—hardly recognize you, kid. Grown into a stunning alpha. Still remember you, Vi, and Jinx running wild, thick as thieves, like it was yesterday.” His chuckle was fatherly. “The kids’ll be here soon. Gotta be excited to see your old friends, yeah?”

Raven’s dark grey eyes flickered, her smile small but charming, a fang glinting, her voice smooth with a subtle possessive edge at Vi’s name. “Vi’s… special. Always was. Noxus sharpened me—two years working there, alone, building connections. Zaun’s home, though.” Her poker face, sharper than Tenner’s, hid her quiet fixation on Vi.

Cassandra’s eyebrow arched, impressed. “You’re sharp, Raven. Your work today showed it—organizing with precision. Your father must be proud.” Tenner’s smile was warm, paternal. “She’s the smartest girl I know. Always a step ahead.” His voice carried pride, no hint of his reliance on her cunning.

Silco laughed, his tone playful but fond. “Smart, sure, but Jinx might edge her out. My favorite troublemaker’s mind is unmatched.” His eyes gleamed, Jinx’s genius his pride. Vander chuckled, catching the fatherly rivalry. “Easy, Silco. Both girls are brilliant. No dad-off needed.” Tobias’s soft smile diffused the tension, while Cassandra’s lips curved, amused. “The kids can meet later—proper introductions. Let’s ensure tonight shines.”

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At 4:30 PM, the hall hummed as guests trickled in, their scents—alpha, beta, omega—swirling in a heady mix. Caitlyn Kiramman stepped from the car, her sapphire gown shimmering, its low-cut neckline and arm straps accentuating her cleavage and waist, the side slit baring one long leg. Her deep blue eyes scanned the hall, longing for Vi’s scent, her heart tethered to their soulmate bond. She joined her parents in the VIP room, Vander, Silco, Tenner, and Raven already gone, mingling below. Cassandra and Tobias turned, their eyes widening, pride radiating. “Caitlyn,” Cassandra said, her alpha voice warm, “you’re stunning.” Tobias’s omega eyes gleamed. “Our beautiful girl.”

Caitlyn’s cheeks flushed, her posh accent soft. “Thank you.” She helped Cassandra rehearse her speech, the words flowing with conviction—unity, hope, progress. Cassandra nailed it, her alpha presence commanding. “Stay with me at six, Cait,” she said, gesturing to the second-floor balcony stage overlooking the hall. “Watch from my side—this could be your future.” Caitlyn nodded, duty weighing heavy, her sharpshooter’s resolve steady but her thoughts on Vi, hoping she’d be here.

At 5:00 PM, her phone buzzed with Harley and Lena’s group chat. **Harley**: Cait, we’re here! Where you at? Ready to dance! **Lena**: You must look gorgeous. Save us canapés! Cait excused herself, her posh accent light. “I’ll find my friends.” Cassandra’s smile was proud, Tobias’s eyes warm as she left, her gown swishing.

In the hallway, Tobias’s omega eyes turned heated, glinting like a cat in heat, Cassandra’s dominance sparking desire. She smirked, her alpha voice low and bossy, eyes glinting with command. “Twenty minutes, Tobias. Don’t mess my hair.” She led him to a private alcove, her strong hands pinning his wrists against the wall, her lips crashing onto his, hungry and commanding. Tobias moaned softly, his body yielding, her alpha scent—sharp, commanding—overwhelming his senses, his omega instincts flaring with need. “Cassandra,” he gasped, his voice trembling, her dominance a fire in his veins.

She tugged open her tailored trousers, revealing her cock—big, thick, not monstrous like Vi’s but impressive, veins pulsing, the tip flushed and glistening with precum. “Suck it,” she ordered, her voice sharp, bossy, her hand guiding Tobias to his knees with a firm tug. Tobias’s eyes widened, his omega arousal spiking at her command, his lips parting eagerly. He took her cock into his mouth, his tongue swirling over the tip, savoring her alpha musk, his moans muffled as he sucked, slow and deliberate, his hands gripping her thighs. The heat of her cock filled his mouth, its girth stretching his lips, the veins pulsing under his tongue, her precum a sharp tang that made his cock twitch in his trousers. “That’s it, Tobias,” Cassandra growled, her fingers tangling in his hair, her hips thrusting gently, controlling his rhythm with unyielding authority. “Take it all, my good boy.”

Tobias’s eyes fluttered, his omega instincts reveling in her bossy tone, his body trembling as he sucked harder, his throat relaxing to take her deeper, her cock sliding smoothly, filling him with heat. He moaned, the vibrations teasing her, his hands roaming her hips, desperate but reverent, her dominance fueling his desire. Cassandra’s breath hitched, her hips bucking slightly, her voice sharp. “Don’t make a mess, Tobias—suck it right.” Her command sent a shiver through him, his omega need surging, his tongue swirling faster, teasing the sensitive underside, drawing a low moan from Cassandra. “Fuck, you’re perfect,” she purred, her hand tightening, guiding him with bossy precision, her alpha control unyielding. She pulled back just in time, her cock glistening, her smirk wicked as she zipped up, leaving Tobias panting, lips swollen, eyes glassy with unspent need. “Later, love,” she teased, adjusting her chignon, her alpha command intact. Tobias rose, his omega warmth softened by arousal, his voice husky. “You’re cruel, Cassandra.” Her laugh was low, bossy, as they returned to the gala, their stolen passion a fierce, fleeting flame.

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Chapter 17: Sparks of the Night  

Date: Saturday, September 6, 2025  

Location: Gala Venue, Piltover  

The gala hall buzzed at 5:00 PM, chandeliers casting golden prisms across marble floors, the air thick with alpha, beta, and omega scents. Caitlyn Kiramman descended from the VIP room, her sapphire gown shimmering, its low-cut neckline and arm straps accentuating her cleavage and waist, the side slit baring one long leg. Her deep blue eyes scanned the crowd, longing for Vi’s scent, her heart tethered to their soulmate bond. She spotted Harley and Lena near the buffet bar, their laughter a beacon. Harley’s reckless energy sparkled, brown hair tousled, hazel eyes glinting, while Lena’s playful warmth glowed, blonde curls bouncing, green eyes soft. They waved Caitlyn over, their families trailing—Harley’s beta parents, warm and chatty, and Lena’s omega mother, gentle but poised.

Caitlyn nodded politely, her posh accent warm. “Good to see you both.” She greeted their parents, exchanging pleasantries, then joined her friends at the buffet, piled with Piltovan canapés and Zaunite spiced pastries. Harley grinned, popping a pastry in her mouth. “Cait, you’re killing it in that gown—total goddess!” Lena nodded, her smile sweet. “Stunning, Cait. Bet everyone’s jealous.” Caitlyn’s cheeks flushed, her posh accent soft. “You two look amazing too.” Harley’s sleek black dress hugged her curves, Lena’s emerald gown flowing elegantly. They sampled dishes, giggling over a Zaunite spice that made Lena cough, Harley teasing, “Lightweight!” Their hands brushed, Harley stealing a quick kiss, Lena blushing, their love a quiet spark that warmed Caitlyn’s heart but deepened her ache for Vi.

“You okay, Cait?” Lena asked, her green eyes soft, noticing Caitlyn’s distant gaze. Harley nudged her, playful. “Missing someone, huh? Spill!” Caitlyn’s smile faltered, her posh accent soft. “Just… wishing Vi was here.” Harley slung an arm around her, reckless energy lifting. “Come on, let’s hit the booths—cheer you up!” They wandered to the exhibition area, marveling at hextech gadgets and Zaunite murals, their chatter easing Caitlyn’s longing, though Vi’s absence lingered.

Across the hall, chaos erupted at the buffet bar. Jinx, wild blue hair swinging, led Ekko, Mylo, and Claggor, their laughter loud and unfiltered, drawing eyes. Jinx, her genius mind buzzing, shoved a pastry at Ekko, her beta lab partner, his lanky frame and sharp brown eyes alight with amusement. “Told ya to come, nerd!” she teased, her voice mischievous. Mylo and Claggor, lean and stocky, piled plates high, flirting with Zaunite girls nearby. Their energy—alive, free—caught Caitlyn’s attention, her eyes flicking over. She smiled, drawn to their vibrant chaos, sharing a glance with Jinx, whose mischievous smirk sparkled. Jinx knew Caitlyn was Vi’s soulmate—everyone recognized a Kiramman—but Caitlyn had no clue who they were, only feeling their infectious freedom.

As 6:00 PM neared, Caitlyn excused herself, her posh accent light. “I need to join my parents for the speeches.” She climbed to the second-floor balcony stage, where Cassandra and Tobias waited, pride in their eyes. Downstairs, Vander and Silco rounded up their kids, Jinx raving through pastries with Ekko, Mylo and Claggor charming girls. Vander’s warm eyes narrowed, his voice gruff. “Where’s Vi?” Jinx cackled, her smirk teasing, eyes darting to Caitlyn on the balcony. “Jumped outta Claggor’s car on the way. Forgot something for her *Cupcake*.” Vander’s brow raised, confused. “Cupcake? Vi’s seeing someone?” Jinx’s grin widened, playful. “God, you’re slow, Dad. She’s in *love*.” Vander frowned, curious. “Who’s the girl?” Jinx chuckled, dodging. “You’ll see.” 

At 6:00 PM, the music softened, and Cassandra stepped to the balcony’s edge, her alpha presence commanding, her dark hair sleek. “Good evening,” she began, her posh accent resonant, filling the hall. “Tonight, we celebrate Piltover and Zaun’s shared vision—a future of unity, progress, and hope. Your support funds Zaun’s growth, bridging our cities. Let’s build together.” Her words were polished, fervent, the crowd applauding. Caitlyn stood beside her, her sapphire gown catching the light, duty heavy but her heart on Vi.

Below, Rufus Arison, hulking and gray-haired, stared up, his cold eyes deadly. “Should’ve been me,” he muttered, his alpha voice low, bitter. Nathaniel stood beside him, quiet, behaving, his bruised ego stinging from Rufus’s slaps that night. His gaze locked on Caitlyn, dirty thoughts swirling—her curves in that gown, her bare shoulders, neck, legs, cleavage. In his mind, he pinned her against a wall, fucking her hard, her posh voice begging, “Nathaniel, please,” her pussy slick for him, her body yielding under his alpha dominance. His cock throbbed in his trousers, his hand brushing it lightly, stroking through the fabric, eyes never leaving her, his mind consumed with her curves, imagining her moaning, her slick coating his cock as he thrust deep, claiming her. As Cassandra stepped aside, Vander and Silco took the stage, Caitlyn beside her mother, Nathaniel’s gaze burning, his strokes growing desperate, his cock pulsing with need.

Vander’s voice boomed, warm but firm. “Zaun’s come far, thanks to nights like this. Piltover’s our partner, not our rival. Together, we rebuild—stronger, freer.” Silco’s tone was sharp, sincere. “Unity’s our strength. Let’s honor it.” The crowd clapped, Jinx hopping onto the balcony railing, grinning down, her wild blue hair swinging.

Nathaniel stopped stroking, his cock twitching, dangerously close to cumming, his face flushed with sweat. He glanced forward, spotting Tenner with a red-haired girl—Raven. He approached, his voice oily, dripping with false charm. “You must be Raven. Our dads meet often, heard about you from Tenner, but didn’t know you’re *this* beautiful.” His eyes raked over her red hair, her cool dark grey eyes, the fang glinting in her subtle smile, his cock throbbing harder as he imagined fucking her, her mysterious allure fueling his dirty mind. Raven’s gaze was unreadable, a chilling void, her voice a low whisper, sharp with disdain. “You should know better than to approach me in public like this, Arison.” Her poker face was flawless, hiding her contempt—*stupid pawn, can’t even stay discreet*—her cunning sharper than Tenner’s. Nathaniel’s cock pulsed, cumming in his trousers, a wet stain spreading, his face burning with embarrassment as Raven’s glance flicked to it, her fang glinting in a cold, knowing smirk, her unreadable eyes piercing him. He stammered, a few guests noticing, and bolted to the restroom, his ego bruised but his lust ignited by her mystery.

In a stall, Nathaniel yanked down his trousers, his cock still hard, precum dripping, his hand stroking fast. His mind swirled with Caitlyn’s curves—her cleavage, her legs, her pussy begging as he fucked her hard, her posh moans echoing. Then Raven, her red hair, her unreadable eyes, her chilling smirk as he imagined pinning her against the wall, her body yielding, her pussy slick under his thrusts. “You want me, don’t you?” he muttered, his ego swelling, convinced everyone desired him, his alpha dominance unmatched. His strokes quickened, his cock pulsing, veins throbbing, picturing Caitlyn’s slick coating him, Raven’s fang glinting as she moaned his name. His climax hit in a minute, watery cum spilling into his hands, splattering the stall, his panting ragged, his ego blind to Raven’s disdain, fueled by the fantasy of conquering them both. He cleaned up, still flushed, his mind smug.

Jinx, perched on the balcony, spotted Raven below, her eyes narrowing. *Raven’s back?* She hadn’t recognized her at first, the red hair new. Then she saw Nathaniel’s fumble, Raven’s unreadable glare. *Interesting. They know each other?* Her genius mind whirred, calculating like a supercomputer. Raven back from Noxus… Noxium… Tenner’s her dad. Jinx had long suspected a Zaunite tied to Siren, someone from Silco’s old crew. Tenner seemed nice—Vander and Silco bought it—but Jinx’s hacker dives, fueled by boredom, uncovered his dirty underground dealings, small-time thug stuff she’d ignored. Her Noxium traces led to the Arisons, layered and discreet, with papers pointing to Renni, another ex-Silco lackey. Siren’s spread in Zaun’s clubs—Tenner’s turf—felt too neat, records cleared like someone was a step ahead. *Raven,* Jinx thought, her smirk sharp, sharing a glance with her old friend, Raven’s cool eyes meeting hers. Growing up, Jinx always sensed Raven’s psychological “off” vibe, mirroring her own instability. 

The speeches ended, music blasting, guests flooding the dance floor. Vander briefly introduced his kids—Jinx, Mylo, Claggor, and Ekko—to Cassandra upstairs. Caitlyn greeted them, her posh accent warm, smiling as she recognized their chaotic buffet energy. Jinx’s mischievous grin sparkled, knowing Caitlyn was Vi’s soulmate. Cassandra and Tobias swept to the dance floor, their elegance commanding. Mylo and Claggor joined the Zaunite girls they’d flirted with, laughing. Ekko pulled Jinx into a dance, her cackle echoing. Caitlyn descended the stairs, her heart warming at Harley and Lena twirling together, their love a glow. But Vi’s absence ached, heavy and sharp.

She sat at the bar, gazing at the dance floor, pulling out her phone to text Vi: *Miss you.* Her fingers trembled, her posh restraint faltering. Then, Vi’s scent hit—leather, smoke, alive—flooding her senses. Caitlyn stood, scanning the crowd instinctively, her heart racing. *Is she here?* Footsteps approached from behind. She turned, stunned, her breath catching.

Vi stood there, breathtakingly handsome, her alpha allure commanding the room. Her white suit was unbuttoned, bare underneath, revealing her toned abs and breasts, the sleeves rolled up slightly, showcasing her strong, tattooed forearms. White trousers hugged her muscular legs, a hint of cologne sharpening her scent, her pink hair slicked back, powder-blue eyes locking on Caitlyn with a fire that promised everything. Guests stared, omegas and betas drooling, whispers rippling—Who’s that alpha? Vi smirked, holding up her phone, Caitlyn’s Miss you text glowing. “Miss you too, Cupcake,” she said, her voice husky, flirty, dripping with love. Her gaze raked over Caitlyn’s gown, lingering on her cleavage, legs, curves, her eyes darkening with desire. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous, princess. That dress is killing me—gonna have to fight off half this room for you.”

Caitlyn’s cheeks flushed, her posh accent playful but trembling with need. “Vi… you’re irresistible. White suit, bare, cologne, slicked hair—this is all for me, isn’t it?” She stepped closer, her heart pounding, her slick pooling, her love for Vi a wildfire—she’d defy every Kiramman rule to be hers. “Felt you this morning, Cupcake,” Vi teased, her smirk wicked, leaning in close, her breath hot against Caitlyn’s ear. “Being naughty, thinking of me, huh? Got me all worked up in Zaun.” Caitlyn’s face burned, her posh accent sharp but fond. “You’re impossible, Vi! How did you—” Vi’s grin widened, her finger brushing Caitlyn’s lips, silencing her. “Soulmate shit, princess. I feel you everywhere.”

Caitlyn’s eyes sparkled, heart-shaped, her posh restraint melting. “Why are you here?” she asked, her voice soft, desperate for Vi’s answer. Vi’s smirk softened, her powder-blue eyes glowing with love. “For you, Cait. I’d crash a hundred boring-ass galas for you.” She leaned in, kissing her softly, teasingly, lips warm, pulling back just enough to make Caitlyn chase her. “Dance with me, Cupcake?” Caitlyn’s smile was radiant, her love overwhelming—she’d run to Zaun’s depths for Vi. She offered her hand, her posh accent warm. “Lead the way, trouble.”

Vi guided her to the dance floor, her hand firm on Caitlyn’s waist, their bodies pressed close, scents entwining like a storm. The music shifted to a slow Piltovan waltz, strings blending with Zaunite percussion. Caitlyn moved with professional grace, her gown swishing, while Vi, practicing from last night’s tutorials, kept pace, her parkour agility shining. Their bodies molded together, Vi’s hand sliding lower, fingers grazing Caitlyn’s hip through the slit, her bare abs brushing Caitlyn’s gown, breasts tantalizingly close, sparking heat. Caitlyn’s arm draped around Vi’s neck, fingers brushing her slicked hair, their thighs grazing, her slick pooling as Vi’s scent overwhelmed her suppressants. Vi dipped Caitlyn playfully, her grin cocky, Caitlyn’s laugh soft as her leg flashed through the slit, their lips nearly touching. “Not bad, Alpha,” Caitlyn teased, her posh accent warm, her eyes burning with desire. “You practiced—for me?”

Vi’s eyes darkened, flirty, her voice husky. “All fucking night, princess. You’re worth every second.” Her forearm flexed under Caitlyn’s touch, tattoos shifting, her love a vow—she’d tear down Piltover’s spires for Caitlyn. “Bet you’re still thinking about this morning, huh? Felt you moaning my name.” Caitlyn’s cheeks flushed, her posh accent sharp but playful. “You’re insufferable, Vi! Keep teasing, and I’ll make you regret it.” Vi’s laugh was low, her hand tightening on Caitlyn’s waist. “Oh, Cupcake, try me. I’d do anything for that posh glare.” Their sweet talk flowed, bodies swaying, Vi’s thigh brushing Caitlyn’s, heat sparking with every touch. As the music ended, Vi pulled Caitlyn close, kissing her deeply, lips hungry, tongues tangling, hands roaming, the crowd fading as their soulmate bond glowed, their love a fire that burned away the world.

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Chapter 18: Flames of Devotion  

Date: Saturday, September 6, 2025  

Location: Gala Venue, Piltover  

The gala hall pulsed with music, the dance floor alive with swaying bodies, chandeliers casting golden light across marble floors. Across the floor, Raven stood poised, her red-dyed hair shimmering, dark grey eyes unreadable, a small fang glinting in her subtle smile, her beauty a quiet storm, mysterious and magnetic. She watched Vi and Caitlyn, their bodies pressed close, Vi’s white suit unbuttoned, bare abs and breasts flashing, strong forearms flexing. Caitlyn’s sapphire gown hugged her curves, her leg baring through the slit as Vi dipped her, their kiss a spark of love. Raven’s heart flickered—Vi, more attractive than she remembered, stirred a feeling she couldn’t name, maybe romantic, maybe not, a rare pulse in her numb emotions. Caitlyn’s closeness to Vi, their intimacy, sparked a quiet jealousy, a subtle possessiveness she masked with a flawless poker face.

A Piltovan omega, Daphne, approached, her dark curls bouncing, hazel eyes sparkling with heat, drawn to Raven’s alpha allure. “Dance with me?” Daphne purred, her voice flirty, her scent sweet with need. Raven glanced over, spotting Nathaniel weaving through the crowd, his eyes oily. Uninterested but strategic, Raven flashed a charming smile, her voice smooth and sultry. “How can I say no to a beauty like you?” She led Daphne to the floor, her movements fluid, leaning into Daphne’s shoulder, breathing softly against her ear. “You’re bold, asking an alpha like me,” Raven teased, her dark grey eyes glinting, her charm intoxicating. Daphne shivered, blushing, her hands tugging Raven’s waist. “Heard you’re from Zaun—makes you even hotter.” Raven smirked, her beauty magnetic, her voice low. “Careful, sweetheart, I might steal more than a dance.” Daphne’s laugh was soft, her cheeks flushed, melting under Raven’s mysterious gaze, her hands clinging tighter. Raven’s eyes drifted to Vi and Caitlyn, her jealousy a quiet pulse, her charm masking it as Daphne swooned.

Cassandra and Tobias twirled nearby, their elegance commanding. Cassandra’s sharp eyes caught Vi and Caitlyn, her alpha instincts sensing their soulmate bond. “That’s her alpha,” she murmured to Tobias, her voice warm with pride. Tobias’s omega eyes gleamed, a knowing smile spreading. “Cait’s in love,” he said, their shared glance soft as they danced, their bond a quiet glow. On the balcony, Vander and Silco leaned against the railing, sipping wine, watching Jinx and Ekko dance in their chaotic, unique way—Jinx’s wild blue hair swinging, Ekko’s lanky frame spinning her. Vander laughed, his voice gruff. “Jinx, always chaos.” Silco’s smirk was fond. “My favorite troublemaker.” Their eyes drifted to Mylo and Claggor, charming Zaunite girls, then to Vi, her white suit striking, dancing with Caitlyn Kiramman. Vander’s brow raised, shocked. “Caitlyn Kiramman? Vi’s got game.” Silco chuckled, his voice sharp. “Our alpha daughter snagged the Piltovan princess.” They clinked glasses, reminiscing their brotherly bond, old times in Zaun’s gritty streets, their laughter warm.

The slow music faded, and Vi led Caitlyn to the buffet bar, her hand firm on her waist. “Haven’t eaten since breakfast, Cupcake,” Vi said, her voice husky, piling a plate with pastries. Caitlyn watched, her deep blue eyes soft with love, smiling at Vi’s unpolished hunger, her suit bare, abs flexing. *I’d cross oceans for you,* Caitlyn thought, her heart full, her desire simmering, jealousy prickling from the gala’s eyes on Vi—though she’d never admit it. She leaned closer, her posh accent teasing. “Why didn’t you tell me you’d be here, trouble?” Vi’s smirk was cocky, her powder-blue eyes glinting. “Wanted to surprise you, princess. Worth it for that look on your face.”

Before Vi could say more, Jinx and Ekko bounced over, Jinx’s wild blue hair swinging, her grin mischievous. “Sis!” she yelled, slinging an arm around Vi’s shoulder. Ekko, munching a dessert, grinned. Vi groaned, playfully shoving Jinx. “Get off, Powder!” Jinx cackled, teasing, “Too busy with your *Cupcake*?” Vi’s eyes flicked to Caitlyn, her smirk softening. “Vander’s my dad,” she said, her voice warm. Caitlyn’s nerdy side whirred, her posh accent curious. “Vander? The Zaun leader?” Ekko, oblivious, offered Vi a cupcake. “Try this, Vi—best thing here.” Vi’s grin turned wicked, her eyes locking on Caitlyn. “Already tasted the sweetest thing, Ekko.” Caitlyn’s cheeks flushed, her posh accent sharp. “Vi!” Jinx faked a gag, laughing. “Gross! C’mon, Ekko, let’s hit the booths.” She dragged him away, her smirk knowing.

Raven approached, sliding beside Vi, her hand brushing Vi’s arm, her red hair catching the light. Vi startled, turning, her powder-blue eyes widening. “Raven? Shit, that you?” She playfully nudged her, grinning. “Red hair’s new—looks good.” Raven’s smile was small, her fang glinting, her voice smooth with a subtle possessive edge. “Staying in Zaun for a while. We should catch up, Vi.” Her dark grey eyes flickered, her poker face hiding her unnamed feelings. Vi nodded, her vibe playful, seeing Raven as a childhood friend. “Hell yeah, be like old times.”

Caitlyn watched, jealousy simmering under her posh restraint, her omega instincts flaring at Raven’s touch, the gala’s eyes on Vi fueling her need to claim her. Raven turned, her gaze cool but charming. “Caitlyn Kiramman, right? I’m Raven.” Caitlyn nodded, her posh accent tight. “Pleasure.” Raven’s smile was unreadable. “How do you and Vi know each other?” Before Caitlyn could answer, Vi cut in, her voice firm, fingers intertwining with Caitlyn’s. “She’s my girlfriend, Raven. Real special to me.” Vi’s eyes glowed with love, her thumb brushing Caitlyn’s hand, grounding her. Caitlyn’s heart soared, her jealousy easing. Raven’s smile didn’t falter, her voice smooth. “Lucky girl. See you around.” She excused herself, her poker face masking her flicker of jealousy.

Vi turned to Caitlyn, her smirk playful, sensing her insecurity. “Jealous, Cupcake? You’re cute when you’re all posh and pouty.” Caitlyn’s cheeks flushed, her posh accent sharp but teasing, her desire burning. “Since when am I your girlfriend, trouble? And don’t think I didn’t see those eyes on you out there.” Vi’s grin was cocky, her voice low. “Since now, if you say yes. And those eyes? Don’t care—only want yours, princess.” Caitlyn’s smile softened, her eyes heart-shaped, her desire ignited by Vi’s care and her omega jealousy, wanting to claim her. “You’re insufferable,” she teased, leaning closer, her voice sultry. “Keep talking, Alpha, and I’ll make you beg.”

Vi reached into her pocket, pulling out the violet charm, its delicate glow catching the light. “Got held up grabbing this,” she said, her voice soft, genuine. “Forgot it at home—had to go back.” She stepped behind Caitlyn, fastening it around her neck, her fingers brushing her skin, sending shivers. “Ain’t fancy like your Piltovan stuff, but it’s you, Cait. You’re my everything.” Vi’s eyes locked on hers, powder-blue and full of love, her voice a whisper. “Be my girlfriend, Cupcake?”

Caitlyn’s heart pounded, her love and desire a wildfire, her omega instincts screaming to claim Vi, jealousy flaring at the gala’s stares—she’d mark her as hers, though she’d never admit it. “Vi…” she breathed, her posh accent trembling, needing her *now*. She grabbed Vi’s hand, leading her to the ladies’ room, her gown swishing, her heart racing. Inside, she pulled Vi into a stall, closing the door with a click. Caitlyn pushed Vi onto the closed toilet, straddling her lap, her lips crashing into Vi’s, hungry and desperate, hands roaming Vi’s bare abs, fingers tracing her tattoos, squeezing her strong forearms. Vi reacted instantly, her hands gripping Caitlyn’s hips, kissing back with fire, tongues tangling, moans muffled, their bodies pressed tight, Caitlyn’s breasts brushing Vi’s chest through the gown, her slick pooling, her pussy throbbing under Vi’s scent.

“Fuck, Cait,” Vi growled, her voice rough, her cock hardening in her trousers, throbbing with veins pulsing, her desire spiking. Caitlyn, bold and shy, tugged down her gown’s neckline, exposing her full, bare breasts for the first time—smooth, pale skin glowing, their perfect curves soft yet firm, nipples hard with arousal. Vi’s eyes widened, her breath catching, her powder-blue gaze reverent, drinking in their creamy expanse, the delicate shape, the faint flush of Caitlyn’s skin. “Fuck, Cait, those Kirammountains are perfect,” she murmured, her voice thick with awe, realizing this act was love, trust—*Caitlyn’s heart bared to her*. Vi leaned in, sucking a nipple, her tongue swirling, teeth grazing softly, savoring the silky texture, the faint pulse of Caitlyn’s heartbeat. Caitlyn moaned, her posh accent breaking, “Vi!” her hands gripping Vi’s slicked hair, her desire surging, jealousy fueling her need to claim her. Vi’s hands roamed Caitlyn’s breasts, squeezing gently, her thumbs teasing the other nipple, her lips trailing to suck the second, her moans vibrating against Caitlyn’s skin. “You’re so fucking beautiful, princess,” Vi whispered, her love overwhelming, her cock throbbing harder, veins pulsing vividly.

The door creaked—someone entered the restroom, footsteps echoing. Caitlyn froze, her posh restraint flickering, but Vi’s smirk didn’t falter, her voice a whisper. “Quiet, Cupcake, or they’ll hear how bad you want me.” Caitlyn’s cheeks flushed, her omega instincts wild, her pussy throbbing, her breasts bare and tingling under Vi’s gaze. Caitlyn shifted, standing, her hands tugging Vi’s trousers down, freeing her cock—thick, veined, throbbing, veins stark against the flushed skin. She straddled Vi again, her panties brushing Vi’s cock, not entering, her pussy slick against it. Vi groaned, her hands guiding Caitlyn’s hips, rubbing her cock against her panties, teasing her clit. “Fuck, you’re so wet, Cait,” Vi growled, her dirty talk sweet and rough. “Want you so bad—gonna make you cum for me.” Caitlyn’s moans grew desperate, her hips rocking, her pussy throbbing as Vi’s cock slid against her, the friction electric. “Vi, please,” she gasped, her posh accent shattering, her hands gripping Vi’s shoulders, nails digging in.

Vi stood, lifting Caitlyn in the air, her strong arms holding her up, Caitlyn’s legs straddling her waist, her pussy pressed against Vi’s cock through the panties. Vi thrust hard, her cock throbbing, veins pulsing, sliding against Caitlyn’s slick folds, never penetrating. “Cum for me, Cupcake,” Vi whispered, her lips sucking Caitlyn’s earlobe, her dirty talk relentless. “Love how you moan, all posh and desperate for me.” Caitlyn’s climax hit, her body shaking, her pussy pulsating with a strong, rhythmic throb, Vi’s cock feeling the intense pulse through the panties, her slick soaking the fabric, her moans muffled against Vi’s shoulder, “Vi!” Vi held her steady, riding her through it, her cock throbbing but holding back, her love overriding her alpha need.

Caitlyn slid down, pushing Vi back onto the toilet, her hands stroking Vi’s cock, fingers squeezing her balls gently, her breath hot against Vi’s ear. “Want you to cum, Vi,” she whispered, her posh accent sultry, licking Vi’s earlobe, her tongue teasing. “Lose it for me, Alpha—moan my name.” Vi groaned, her voice rough, “Fuck, Cait, you’re too much,” her cock throbbing, veins pulsing, her unreal stamina stretching the moment. Caitlyn’s strokes quickened, her fingers gripping Vi’s cock tighter, her thumb circling the tip, slick with precum, her other hand squeezing Vi’s balls rhythmically, whispering, “Cum for me, Vi, you’re mine.” She bit Vi’s earlobe softly, her breath hot, her dirty words relentless, “I want your cock spilling for me, Alpha, all for me.” She pressed her bare breasts against Vi’s chest, her nipples grazing Vi’s skin, her possessive claim—fueled by jealousy—pushing Vi over. Vi’s climax hit hard, her cock pulsing, veins throbbing, cum spilling over Caitlyn’s hand, splattering the stall, a guttural moan escaping, “Caitlyn!” The restroom door creaked again, footsteps fading, their world only each other.

Vi panted, her powder-blue eyes glowing with love, grabbing tissues from her pocket. She wiped Caitlyn’s thighs and pussy with tender care, cleaning every trace of slick, her touch reverent, actions speaking her devotion. She kissed Caitlyn’s forehead, her voice soft. “You okay, princess?” Caitlyn nodded, her posh accent breathless. “More than okay.” Vi’s smirk returned, playful. “So, that a yes?” Caitlyn blinked, panting, her posh accent teasing. “What?” Vi grinned, leaning close. “Girlfriend, Cupcake?” Caitlyn’s smile was radiant, her heart full. “Yes, Vi.” They kissed softly, their love a quiet vow, the gala fading beyond the stall.

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Guys I'm not updating till weekend, so I make this chapter longer than usual.

And for a certain someone who requested a scene of Vi watching Cait playing with herself, here you go! 

I also add a bit of Cassandra and Tobias "unfinished business" and a bit on Raven.

Tell me what you think一Enjoy😉

*Would love some feedbacks from readers, so I could do better in future, readers feel free to leave small requests, may pick a few to add into the story if it fits.

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Chapter 19: Embers of Intimacy  

Date: Saturday, September 6, 2025  

Location: Gala Venue and Kiramman Mansion, Piltover  

Vi and Caitlyn emerged from the ladies’ room, their faces flushed with afterglow, hands intertwined, their soulmate bond a radiant pulse. They settled at the bar, Vi’s hand resting on Caitlyn’s thigh, her powder-blue eyes glinting with love. “Still glowing, Cupcake,” Vi teased, her voice husky, fingers brushing Caitlyn’s gown. “Bet you’re ready for round two.” Caitlyn’s cheeks flushed, her posh accent playful, her hand grazing Vi’s forearm, squeezing gently. “Incorrigible, trouble. Keep that up, and I’ll make you blush first.” Vi’s smirk widened, leaning closer, her breath warm. “Try me, princess—I’d do anything for that posh glare.” Caitlyn’s smile softened, her deep blue eyes heart-shaped, her love a fire. “And I’d defy every Kiramman rule for you, Alpha.”

Cassandra and Tobias approached, their elegance commanding. Cassandra’s sharp eyes softened, her alpha voice warm. “You must be Cait’s alpha.” Caitlyn’s cheeks burned, her posh accent quick. “Mother, this is Vi—Vander’s daughter.” Tobias’s omega eyes gleamed, a knowing smile spreading. “You make her happy.” Vi grinned, playful. “Hope so, sir. Cait’s my everything.” Cassandra’s eyebrow arched, amused. “Our kids falling in love—a Zaunite alpha and Piltovan princess. Quite the story.” Caitlyn’s posh accent was shy. “Mother!” Vander joined, his warm eyes crinkling. “Vi, you didn’t tell me about this.” Vi shrugged, her grin cocky. “Didn’t wanna jinx it, Dad.”

Jinx bounced in with Ekko, her wild blue hair swinging, her grin mischievous. “Speak of the devil!” Vander chuckled, gesturing to Cassandra. “Vi and Jinx help a ton with my work—fighting bad guys, keeping Zaun safe. Jinx’s digging into the Siren case, got some leads. We’ll set up a meeting soon.” Jinx nudged Ekko, teasing. “Ekko helps too. Vi’s been slacking, all lovey-dovey.” Vi fired back, playful. “Says the one glued to Ekko’s side, Powder.” Caitlyn flushed, feeling the warmth of Vi’s chaotic family, her heart swelling. Ekko grinned, munching a pastry, oblivious.

As the gala ended, Silco gathered Jinx, Ekko, Mylo, and Claggor, heading home. Vi and Vander stayed to help wrap up with the Kirammans. Vander teased Vi, his voice fatherly. “Saw how you look at Cait, kid. You’re in deep.” Vi smiled, heartfelt, her voice soft. “I’m in love, Dad. She’s it.” Vander’s eyes softened, proud. Caitlyn tugged Cassandra aside, her posh accent shy, hesitant. “Mother… I said yes to Vi—she’s my girlfriend. Can she stay over tonight? I need her close, just today.” Cassandra paused, her alpha gaze searching Caitlyn’s, then nodded slowly, her voice warm. “I see your love, Cait. She can stay.” Caitlyn’s smile was radiant, hugging her parents tightly, then rushing to Vi.

“Vi!” Caitlyn called, her posh accent bright. “Stay over tonight?” Vander shrugged, grinning. “Go, kid.” Vi’s eyes lit up, her grin cocky. “Hell yeah, Cupcake.” They piled into the Kiramman car, arriving at the mansion, its golden spires gleaming under moonlight, a stark contrast to Zaun’s gritty pulse. Vi whistled, taking in the marble floors, crystal chandeliers. “Damn, princess, this place is fancy as hell.” Cassandra smiled, her voice warm. “Rest well, kids—today was exhausting. Vi, join us for breakfast and lunch tomorrow, if you’d like.” Vi grinned. “Count me in.”

Cassandra turned to Caitlyn, her alpha voice serious but caring. “Cait, you’re a virgin. The toys you’ve been practicing with—they’re not the same. No intercourse tonight, be gentle with whatever else you plan. I don’t want you hurt.” Caitlyn’s cheeks burned, her posh accent panicked. “Mother!” Cassandra’s eyebrow arched, teasing. “You’re not discreet, darling—I’ve scented you a few times in this house.” Vi’s eyes sparked, intrigued. “Toys? What kinda toys we talking about?” Cassandra smirked, darting to Caitlyn. “Ask her about them later.” Caitlyn’s face flushed deeper, shy and embarrassed. Cassandra’s gaze softened, locking on Vi. “I trust you, Vi, because Cait says you love her with care. That’s why you’re staying.” Vi nodded, her voice firm. “Won’t do anything she’s not ready for.” Cassandra nodded, her smile knowing. “Rest well, Cait—if you can.” She winked, her eyes lingering on Tobias, her alpha desire flaring subtly, then led him down the gilded hallway, their “unfinished business” a smoldering promise.

Vi turned to Caitlyn, her smirk playful. “Your mom’s something, Cupcake.” Caitlyn sighed, grabbing Vi’s hand, her posh accent soft. “Come on, trouble.” She led Vi to her bedroom, pale blue curtains swaying, canopy bed draped in silver, desk cluttered with books. Vi investigated, spotting the cardigan under Caitlyn’s pillow. She chuckled, picturing Caitlyn touching herself, sniffing it. “Naughty, princess,” she teased, her voice husky. Caitlyn’s cheeks flushed, her posh accent sharp. “I need a bath, Vi—behave!” Vi’s grin widened, leaning close. “Bet you’re thinking of me in there.” Caitlyn shoved her playfully, darting to the bathroom, her heart racing.

Vi wandered the room, spotting Caitlyn’s morning sketch of her—scarred lip, “VI” tattoo, powder-blue eyes. *She really loves me,* Vi thought, her heart swelling, their passionate moments echoing tenderly. Her mind flicked to Cassandra’s words—*toys, practice*. Caitlyn emerged in a bathrobe, her hair damp, her scent sweet. Vi’s smirk returned, her voice teasing. “So, what’s this practice your mom mentioned? Spill, Cupcake.” Caitlyn’s cheeks burned, her posh accent shy. “I’ve been… practicing with toys. Stretching for you, Vi… because you’re *huge*—monstrous. Even my biggest one’s smaller.” Vi’s eyes lit up, her alpha scent spiking, her voice warm. “You did that for me?” Caitlyn nodded, embarrassed but bold. “Show me the toys,” Vi said, her tone flirty but loving.

Caitlyn sighed, retrieving the Hextoys box from her closet, setting it on the bed. Vi slid beside her, their thighs brushing, her eyes hungry as Caitlyn opened it. Caitlyn held the smallest dildo, her voice shy. “This one… it hurt at first, but my pussy’s adjusted to it.” She showed the others, pulling out the largest. “This one’s a long way off… and you’re bigger.” Vi’s breath hitched, her voice husky. “How’s it feel inside you, Cupcake?” Caitlyn’s cheeks flushed, her posh accent soft. “Tight at first… now it’s good, but… I want you.” Vi’s alpha scent spiked, picturing Caitlyn fucking herself, her horny scent flooding the room. Caitlyn sensed it, her own desire flaring, her pussy throbbing.

Caitlyn leaned into Vi, whispering, her posh accent sultry. “I fucked myself thinking of you, Vi—made me crazy.” Vi groaned, her voice rough. “Fuck, Cait, you’re killing me.” Caitlyn pulled back, her deep blue eyes locking on Vi’s, lust and love burning, her pussy throbbing for her alpha. She leaned in, kissing Vi softly, then deeper, a third time, tongues tangling, hands roaming. Vi grabbed a silk scarf from Caitlyn’s desk, her smirk wicked. “Wanna make this hotter, Cupcake?” She tied it gently over Caitlyn’s eyes, her voice soft. “Trust me, princess.” Caitlyn’s breath hitched, her posh accent trembling. “Always, Vi.”

Vi whispered against her ear, “Show me, Cupcake.” Caitlyn nodded, shy but eager, slipping off her soaked panties, revealing her pussy—lasered, smooth, juicy—to Vi for the first time since Vi’s rut, when she’d barely looked. Caitlyn’s hand covered it, her shyness flaring, her posh accent hesitant. “Vi… it’s…” Vi’s voice was soft, coaxing. “Show me, princess—you’re beautiful.” Caitlyn’s cheeks flushed, her hand lowering, revealing her glistening pussy, trembling under Vi’s gaze. Vi’s breath caught, her voice reverent. “Fuck, Cait, it’s perfect.”

Caitlyn’s fingers teased her folds, roaming slowly, her touch deliberate, warming up her pussy, her breath hitching as she grazed her clit, squirming with shyness, her thighs trembling, her body shaking softly. “Like this, Vi?” she purred, her posh accent sultry, her blindfold heightening her senses, her fingers circling her folds, teasing deliberately to drive Vi wild. “Getting ready for you.” Vi’s cock hardened in her trousers, throbbing, veins pulsing, her voice rough. “What’s in your head, Cupcake? Tell me so I can stroke to it.” Caitlyn’s moan deepened, her fingers roaming her folds, teasing her entrance, her posh accent teasing. “You… fucking me, your cock so big, filling me.” Vi tugged off her trousers, her cock springing free—thick, veined, throbbing, veins stark against the flushed skin. She stroked it with desire, her eyes hungry, watching Caitlyn’s fingers, her voice husky. “Fuck, Cait, you’re so hot—keep going.”

Caitlyn slid the dildo against her clit, her hips rocking slowly, deliberately, squirming as her pussy throbbed, her moans louder, her thighs shaking. “You’re moaning my name, Vi… wanting me,” she whispered, her posh accent sultry, her hips bucking, teasing Vi with every slow thrust. Vi’s strokes quickened, her cock pulsing, veins throbbing, her alpha scent intensifying as she inhaled Caitlyn’s sweet, heady omega scent, her eyes locked on every thrust, Caitlyn’s pussy glistening with slick, her face flushed, lips parted, moans soft and desperate, breaths shaky. Vi’s desire surged, her voice rough. “Goddamn, princess, picturing fucking you so hard—your pussy’s killing me.” Caitlyn pushed the dildo in deeper, her pussy stretching, her moans growing louder, her body trembling, deliberately drawing it out, teasing Vi with every slow, deliberate thrust. She quickened her pace, fucking herself faster, her pussy throbbing, her hips bucking harder, her moans desperate, her thighs shaking. “Want your cock, Vi,” she gasped, her posh accent breaking, her pussy pulsating, her Kiramman pride flaring as she grew bossy. “Stroke harder, Alpha—think of me.” Caitlyn’s climax hit hard, her pussy pulsating, slick soaking the dildo, her body shaking, her cry muffled, “Vi!” She circled her clit with her fingers, spreading her pussy open, revealing its glistening contractions to Vi, each pulse visible, driving Vi wild. Vi watched, her cock throbbing, veins pulsing, stroking faster, her desire feral, wanting to fuck Caitlyn hard, her alpha scent overwhelming.

Caitlyn panted, removing the blindfold, her deep blue eyes meeting Vi’s, bold but shy, her Kiramman pride shining. Vi leaned in instinctively, eyes searching for approval. Caitlyn, growing bossy, pushed Vi’s head down to her pussy, her posh accent commanding. “Taste me, Vi.” Vi’s tongue met her bare pussy, hot and electric, no fabric barrier, licking deep, savoring her juicy sweetness through her pulsating orgasm. “So fucking sweet, Cupcake,” Vi growled, her tongue teasing every fold, licking her clean, Caitlyn’s slick coating her lips, her body trembling under Vi’s touch. Caitlyn pulled Vi up, kissing her deeply, tasting herself, her moan soft, her thighs shaking. Vi smirked, her voice husky. “Told you, princess—sweetest thing.”

Vi’s fingers teased Caitlyn’s entrance, pausing. Caitlyn whispered against Vi’s ear, her posh accent bossy. “Fuck me with your fingers, Vi.” Vi’s eyes darkened, her voice gentle. “You sure, princess?” Caitlyn nodded, her trust absolute. Vi slid one finger inside, gentle and caring, feeling Caitlyn’s tight warmth, her pussy pulsing around her. “Fuck, Cait, you’re perfect,” Vi murmured, her dirty talk sweet, adding a second finger, curling softly, her thumb brushing Caitlyn’s clit. Caitlyn’s moans grew desperate, her hips rocking, her body squirming, “Vi, yes!” Vi’s lips sucked her neck, her voice soft. “Love you, princess.” Caitlyn, close, pushed Vi’s hand away, panting, her posh accent breathless. “Not yet… want this to last.”

Caitlyn leaned in, kissing Vi deeply, her hands playing with Vi’s cock, admiring its thick, veiny length, nothing like her toys. “So beautiful, Vi,” she whispered, her posh accent sultry, gripping Vi’s cock, feeling its pulse. She licked it like a popsicle, her tongue tracing the veins, eyes burning with lust and daring, her body trembling with boldness. Vi’s breath quickened, her control slipping, her voice rough. “Fuck, Cait, your mouth…” Caitlyn pulled back, her posh accent bossy, Kiramman pride shining. “Behave, Alpha—don’t cum yet.” Vi groaned, her stamina unreal, her cock throbbing.

Caitlyn leaned in, kissing Vi deeply, her voice sultry. “I want your cock, Vi—not inside, but on my pussy, bare.” Vi lost control, pushing Caitlyn onto the bed, her cock sliding against Caitlyn’s bare pussy, rubbing her clit, veins pulsing, slick coating her. Caitlyn moaned, her posh accent breaking, her body squirming. “Vi, yes!” Vi held Caitlyn’s long legs up, thrusting hard, her cock teasing her pussy, never penetrating, the wet sounds filling the room. “Fuck, Cait, listen to that,” Vi teased, her voice rough, savoring their connection, her love and trust glowing. Caitlyn’s climax hit, her pussy pulsating, slick soaking Vi’s cock, her body shaking, her moans muffled, “Vi!” Vi slowed, riding her through the pulse, her voice soft. “You did great, princess.”

Vi lowered Caitlyn’s legs, stroking her cock with both hands, feral, desperate like a dog in heat. Caitlyn pulled Vi close, her posh accent sultry, bossy. “Come here, Alpha.” Vi pressed her burning cock against Caitlyn’s lower belly, Caitlyn’s hands covering it, guiding her to thrust, mimicking fucking her pussy. Vi thrust hard, her face flushed and sexy, her powder-blue eyes half-lidded, her moans rough, her hot breath grazing Caitlyn’s neck, sending shivers through her. Caitlyn watched, her deep blue eyes burning with lust, her nerdy side captivated, her posh accent teasing. “God, Vi, that stamina—taking forever as always, you gorgeous beast.” Vi’s smirk was cocky, her voice desperate. “Fuck, Cait, you’re too much—driving me wild.” Caitlyn’s hands guided Vi’s thrusts, her fingers squeezing her cock, tracing its pulsing veins, her voice sultry. “This cock, Vi—look at those veins, like a damn hextech circuit.” Vi’s moans grew louder, her body trembling, her cock throbbing, veins stark as she thrust harder, panting, her hot breath tickling Caitlyn’s skin, her face a vision of raw desire. Caitlyn’s nerdy awe mixed with lust, her posh accent playful. “Such a marvel, Alpha—engineered to ruin me.” Vi’s laugh was rough, her voice desperate. “Fuck, Cupcake, only you’d nerd out now—gonna cum for you.” Caitlyn kissed her deeply, her hands stroking Vi’s cock, her voice dirty. “Cum for me, Vi—spill that big cock all over me.” Vi’s climax hit, her cock pulsing, veins throbbing, cum spilling over Caitlyn’s belly in hot, thick streams, splattering her skin, a guttural moan escaping, “Caitlyn!” Caitlyn’s hands kept stroking, milking every drop, her posh accent sultry, teasing. “Finally, trouble—your cock’s a masterpiece. Love you, Alpha.” Vi panted, her smirk playful, her face still flushed, sexy. “Love you too, Cupcake. Bath time—again.”

Vi scooped Caitlyn up like a bride, laughing, her voice teasing. “My girlfriend’s a mess.” Caitlyn giggled, her posh accent warm. “Your fault, girlfriend.” They entered the bathroom, the tub steaming with hot water. Vi set Caitlyn down, their hands gentle, washing each other’s skin, Vi’s fingers tracing Caitlyn’s curves, Caitlyn’s hands cleaning Vi’s abs, their love a quiet glow. They kissed softly, calling each other “girlfriend,” their bond unbreakable.

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Cassandra led Tobias down the mansion’s gilded hallway, her public restraint—posh, polished, commanding—slipping as they reached their bedroom, her alpha desire a hungry beast awakening. Tobias’s omega eyes gleamed, his body trembling with need, still thirsty from their gala encounter, his cock twitching from unfulfilled desire. “Cassandra,” he whispered, his voice shaky, his omega scent spiking. She shut the door, her dark hair loose, her tailored suit accentuating her power, her smirk wicked. “Needy, love?” she purred, her posh accent sharp, dominant, a little mean but dripping with love. She pushed him against the wall, her hands pinning his wrists, her lips grazing his ear. “You’ve been aching since the gala, haven’t you?” Tobias moaned, his body squirming, her confidence igniting him.

Cassandra pulled back, her eyes glinting, her voice commanding. “Touch yourself, Tobias—show me how much you want your alpha.” Tobias obeyed, his hand stroking his cock through his trousers, his moans desperate, his thighs trembling. “Cassandra, please,” he gasped, his omega need raw. Her smirk widened, her cock hardening, throbbing, veins pulsing, hungry for him. “Good boy,” she growled, her voice biting, stripping his shirt, her fingers teasing his nipples, her dominance fierce but loving. “You’re mine—don’t forget it.” She guided Tobias to the bed, her hands rough but careful, laying him down. “Spread for me,” she ordered, her posh restraint gone, her voice a hungry snarl, unzipping her trousers to reveal her cock—big, thick, veins pulsing, not monstrous like Vi’s but commanding.

Cassandra thrust into him, her cock filling his omega warmth, her hips driving hard, claiming him with every stroke, her moans rough, her love fierce despite her mean edge. Tobias’s body shook, his moans loud, his hands clutching her shoulders, her dominance overwhelming. “Fuck, Tobias, you’re perfect,” she growled, her dirty talk biting yet loving, her cock throbbing inside him. She teased his nipples, her voice sharp. “Beg for your alpha.” Tobias’s voice broke, “Cassandra, please—more!” Her thrusts quickened, her cock pulsing, her love a fire as she fucked him, claiming him fully. Tobias’s climax hit, his body trembling, cum spilling over his stomach, her dominance driving him over. Cassandra followed, her cock spilling inside him, her moan low, her love unwavering, kissing his forehead tenderly, her beast sated but her heart full.

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Across Piltover, Daphne led Raven to her family’s lavish estate, its marble halls rivaling the Kirammans’, a testament to her wealth like Harley and Lena’s families. Daphne’s dark curls bounced, her hazel eyes sparkling with heat, her omega scent sweet and overwhelming, her sex drive fueled by an intense love for Raven’s mysterious charm, sparked at first sight during their gala dance. Raven followed, her red hair shimmering, dark grey eyes unreadable, her subtle jealousy for Vi and Caitlyn’s intimacy lingering, a quiet pulse she couldn’t name. Daphne’s heat ignited Raven’s physical needs, her alpha instincts stirring despite her emotional detachment, her beauty a quiet storm, her fang glinting with every calculated smile, her voice a velvet blade, her presence magnetic.

Daphne took the initiative, her hands tugging Raven’s waist, her lips reaching for a kiss, her hazel eyes pleading. Raven’s smile was small, her fang glinting, her voice smooth but firm. “No kisses, sweetheart—let me taste you elsewhere.” Daphne’s face fell, disappointment flickering, but Raven’s charm was lethal, her hands guiding Daphne to the bed, her voice sultry. “Lie back, let me show you.” Daphne moaned, her body trembling, as Raven’s lips kissed her “other lips”—her pussy—her tongue teasing her slick folds, savoring her heat, making her crazy, her needs spiking. “Raven, oh god,” Daphne gasped, her omega need raw, her hands clutching the sheets. Raven’s tongue swirled her clit, her charm intoxicating, her dark grey eyes glinting with detached allure, driving Daphne wild.

Raven’s cock hardened, throbbing, veins pulsing, slightly above average but beautiful, its flushed skin captivating. Daphne’s hands reached for it, stroking gently, her voice sweet. “You’re so gorgeous, Raven—I’ve wanted you since I saw you at the gala, your mystery pulling me in.” Raven’s eyes glinted, her voice dirty. “Keep stroking, sweetheart—make me feel good.” Daphne lay on her back, Raven thrusting against her pussy, not entering, her cock sliding against her clit, slick coating her, driving Daphne wild, her moans desperate, her body squirming. “Raven, please,” Daphne gasped, her voice sweet. “You’re perfect—I’m yours.” Raven’s thrusts were precise, her voice rough. “Take it, sweetheart—feel me.” Daphne, her need spiking, initiated the shift, rolling to her knees, guiding Raven’s cock inside her pussy, so wet and thirsty for it. “Fuck me, Raven,” she begged, her voice raw, her pussy pulsing around Raven’s cock. Raven thrust hard, her roughness perfect, her voice dirty. “Good girl, so tight for me.”

They switched to doggy style, Raven’s hands gripping Daphne’s breasts, her hot breath on Daphne’s neck, sending shivers through her. “Fuck, you’re so wet,” Raven growled, her dirty talk sharp, her physical need driving her, her charm drawing Daphne deeper. Daphne’s first climax hit, her pussy pulsating, her body shaking, her moans loud, “Raven!” They shifted again, Daphne climbing atop Raven, riding her cock, her pussy taking it deep, her hips grinding, her voice sweet. “I love you, Raven—you’re everything.” Raven’s voice was dirty, her charm masking her detachment. “Ride me harder, sweetheart—make me feel it.” Daphne’s hips quickened, her moans desperate, her body trembling, her sweet talk relentless. “Your charm owns me, Raven—so beautiful.” Daphne’s second climax hit, her pussy pulsating, slick soaking Raven’s cock, her body shaking, her cry sharp, “Raven!” Raven pulled out, her cock throbbing, veins pulsing. Daphne leaned in, instinctively eating Raven’s cock, hungry, her tongue tracing the veins, guiding Raven to thrust slightly in her mouth. “Cum for me, Raven,” Daphne murmured, her voice sweet. Raven pulled out, stroking herself, her climax hitting, her cock spilling over Daphne’s thighs in hot streams, her voice rough. “Good girl, sweetheart.” Daphne licked her clean, her tongue savoring every drop, her hazel eyes adoring.

“Stay the night?” Daphne asked, her voice soft, her hazel eyes pleading. Raven’s smile was small, her voice smooth, her mysterious charm a quiet enigma. “Sure, sweetheart.” She held Daphne close as she drifted to sleep, Daphne’s body curled against her, sleeping soundly, her heart full. Raven’s arms were steady, but her mind remained bland, her jealousy for Vi a faint flicker, her agreement to stay indifferent—it didn’t matter to her, yes or no.

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Ok...shit...I know I just said the next update will be in weekend. But i just got all horny reading the past chapters. So, I wrote another one, this one will explain more on the biology of a female alpha for my omegaverse.

Enjoy, horny people一All for Science am I right? 😉😉😉

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Chapter 20: All for Science  

Date: Sunday, September 7, 2025  

Location: Caitlyn’s Bedroom, Kiramman Mansion, Piltover  

Vi and Caitlyn lay spooning on Caitlyn’s canopy bed, bare skin warm from their shared bath, the pale blue curtains swaying softly in the moonlight. Vi’s muscular arm draped over Caitlyn’s waist, her breath steady against Caitlyn’s neck, their soulmate bond a quiet glow after their passionate night. Caitlyn’s deep blue eyes drifted downward, her nerdy brain sparking as she noticed Vi’s groin—smooth, a subtle slit where her cock usually emerged, and, just below, the faint outline of a vagina, unique to female alphas in their omegaverse biology. *It’s hidden again,* she thought, her curiosity flaring, fueled by her admiration for Vi’s strength and their tender moments. Every time she’d seen Vi’s cock, it was already hard, throbbing, veins pulsing—never from the start. Her omega instincts mingled with her scientific mind, eager to explore every inch of Vi’s body and unravel her alpha anatomy up close, aware of the private, submissive nature of a female alpha’s vagina.

“Vi,” Caitlyn murmured, her posh accent soft but curious, turning to face her, her fingers brushing Vi’s abs, tracing her tattoos. “Your… cock. It’s hidden now, isn’t it? And your vagina… I’ve never seen it properly. Can I make them… come out? And… examine all of you? For science.” Vi’s powder-blue eyes blinked open, a playful smirk curling her scarred lip. “Curious, Cupcake? Wanna play scientist with every bit of your alpha?” Caitlyn’s cheeks flushed, her posh accent teasing, her nerdy side shining. “Purely scientific, trouble. I need to observe… every reaction.” Vi chuckled, her voice husky. “Scientific, huh? Bet you’re just itching to mess with me.” Caitlyn shoved her playfully, her posh accent sharp. “Behave, Alpha, or I’ll chart your every reaction in my journal.”

Vi grinned, rolling onto her back, her arms behind her head, her tattoos flexing, her abs taut. “Go ahead, princess—play with me. Examine all you want.” Caitlyn’s eyes sparkled, her nerdy curiosity taking over, her fingers trembling with excitement as she knelt beside Vi, her gaze roaming Vi’s body—shoulders, biceps, abs, and beyond. “Tell me how it works,” she said, her posh accent eager, her omega scent spiking with arousal. Vi’s smirk softened, her voice warm. “Female alpha thing, Cupcake. Cock and balls stay tucked in a genital slit when I’m not ready. Arousal makes ‘em pop out—gets hard, knots if it’s intense. Got a vagina too, usually dry, super private ‘cause it’s tied to submission—not something alphas offer. But when I’m *really* aroused, it can get slick. Retracts when I’m done, takes a while to calm down ‘cause mine is a beast. Your move, scientist.” Caitlyn nodded, her deep blue eyes wide, her posh accent nerdy, her awareness of Vi’s privacy guiding her touch. “Let’s test every part, Vi.”

Caitlyn’s exploration began, her fingers brushing Vi’s broad shoulders, feeling the muscle tense, her posh accent curious. “Strong here,” she noted, her lips kissing Vi’s biceps, drawing a soft chuckle. “Feels nice, Cupcake,” Vi murmured, her body twitching slightly. Caitlyn’s fingers trailed to Vi’s collarbone, tracing the bone, her lips grazing the sensitive skin, Vi’s breath hitching, a low moan escaping. “Collarbone’s… ticklish,” Vi gasped, her body trembling faintly. Caitlyn’s hands moved to Vi’s sides, teasing the ribs, noting Vi’s squirm, her posh accent playful. “Ribs are sensitive, aren’t they?” Vi’s laugh was rough, her body shaking. “Fuck, Cait, you’re torturing me already.”

Caitlyn’s touch moved lower, tracing Vi’s slit, her posh accent sultry. “Let’s see you, Alpha.” She leaned in, kissing Vi’s inner thighs, her lips soft, her omega scent—sweet, heady—flooding Vi’s senses. Vi’s breath hitched, her alpha scent—leather, smoke, alive—flaring, her slit parting slowly as Caitlyn’s fingers stroked, coaxing Vi’s cock to emerge, soft at first, then hardening in Caitlyn’s hands, veins pulsing, thick and beautiful, her balls descending, tight with arousal. Caitlyn’s fingers wrapped around it, feeling it grow, the skin stretching, veins swelling under her touch, the heat pulsing from soft to rigid. “Fuck,” Caitlyn breathed, her posh accent trembling, her hands exploring every inch, the texture shifting, the veins pronounced. “It’s… incredible. The strength, the veins—so alive.” Vi groaned, her hips twitching, her voice husky. “Fuck, Cait, your hands—feeling me up like that’s killing me.”

Caitlyn grabbed her Hextoys box from the bedside, pulling out her largest dildo, her posh accent nerdy. “Let’s compare, Vi.” She held Vi’s cock in one hand, the dildo in the other, feeling the weight—Vi’s heavier, warmer, pulsing with life. “Yours is… monstrous, so much thicker,” she murmured, her fingers tracing Vi’s veins, the dildo’s synthetic texture dull in comparison. “The feel, the heat… you’re superior.” Vi’s smirk was cocky, her voice rough. “Damn right, Cupcake—my cock’s the real deal.” Caitlyn’s laugh was playful, her posh accent teasing. “For science, of course.” She set the dildo aside, focusing on Vi’s cock, playing with it—light strokes, then firm grips, teasing the tip with her thumb, circling the knot base with both hands, feeling it throb. “Such a reaction,” Caitlyn noted, her posh accent nerdy, her fingers varying pressure, drawing sharp moans from Vi. “Fuck, Cait, you’re gonna break me,” Vi gasped, her body trembling, her cock pulsing harder.

Caitlyn’s eyes subtly glanced at Vi’s vagina, just below, its folds dry but faintly glistening with rare arousal, her nerdy awareness keeping her touch discreet. “Your anatomy… it’s beautiful,” she murmured, her posh accent nerdy, her fingers brushing near the vagina’s sensitive folds while kissing Vi’s cock, drawing a sharp moan from Vi. “Sensitive as hell, Cupcake—careful, that’s private,” Vi gasped, her body trembling, her vagina slickening slightly from her super-aroused state. Caitlyn’s touch remained subtle, grazing only briefly, noting the rare lubrication, her posh accent curious. “The duality—alpha cock and private vagina—it’s fascinating.” She focused on Vi’s cock, her fingers tracing every vein, the pronounced ridges pulsing under her touch, her eyes flicking to Vi’s face—flushed, sexy, powder-blue eyes half-lidded, breaths shaky. “The veins are so alive,” Caitlyn noted, her posh accent teasing, her omega desire spiking. “Like a… biomechanical marvel.” Vi’s moan was rough, her body squirming. “You’re killing me, princess—playing with me like that.”

Caitlyn’s fingers grazed the base of Vi’s cock, where the knot would form, her posh accent bossy, her Kiramman pride flaring. “I need to study the knot, Vi. For science.” She leaned in, kissing the sensitive spot, her lips soft, worshipping it with slow, deliberate licks, her tongue tracing where the knot would swell. Vi’s cock throbbed harder, her moans desperate, her body trembling. “Fuck, Cait, licking my knot—gonna drive me wild.” Caitlyn’s smile was sly, her posh accent sultry. “Patience, Alpha—I’m conducting research.” She edged Vi, her fingers stroking slowly, stopping as Vi’s hips bucked, her knot starting to swell. “Not yet,” Caitlyn teased, her voice commanding. She kissed the knot again, her tongue swirling, edging Vi closer, then pulling back, her hands slowing to prolong the torment. Vi groaned, her voice rough. “Goddamn, Cupcake, you’re cruel—want you so bad.” Caitlyn’s fingers kept teasing, circling the knot, kissing it again, her tongue lingering, edging Vi further, making her work for it, Vi’s stamina unreal.

Caitlyn’s exploration continued, her fingers returning to Vi’s cock, playing with different touches—light flicks on the shaft, firm squeezes at the base, teasing the knot with both hands, noting Vi’s sharpest moans at the knot. “Knot’s the winner,” Caitlyn murmured, her posh accent nerdy, her fingers lingering, drawing desperate gasps. She kissed Vi’s inner thighs again, her lips brushing near Vi’s vagina subtly, respecting its privacy, then returned to Vi’s balls, feeling their weight, squeezing gently, drawing a sharp moan. “Your body’s a masterpiece, Vi,” she murmured, her deep blue eyes burning with love and lust, her omega scent overwhelming Vi’s senses. Vi’s breath hitched, her voice desperate. “Fuck, Cait, you’re driving me insane—wanna fuck you so hard.”

Caitlyn’s fingers returned to Vi’s cock, stroking faster, her posh accent sultry. “Show me how you cum, Alpha.” She kissed the knot again, her tongue swirling, edging Vi closer, then pulling back, her hands slowing to tease, making Vi’s stamina stretch. Vi’s moans grew louder, her body trembling, her cock throbbing, veins pulsing. “Cait, please,” Vi gasped, her face flushed, her alpha desire feral. Caitlyn’s smile was wicked, her posh accent bossy. “Beg for it, trouble.” Vi’s laugh was rough, her voice desperate. “Fuck, princess, please—make me cum.” Caitlyn stroked harder, her fingers tight, her lips sucking the knot, her voice dirty. “Cum for me, Vi—let me see it.” As Vi neared climax, her hands grabbed Caitlyn’s, guiding them to stroke faster, her hips thrusting into Caitlyn’s grip, her cock pulsing harder, veins stark. “Fuck, Cait, like that,” Vi growled, her thrusts desperate, her face flushed, sexy.

Vi’s climax hit, her cock pulsing, veins throbbing, cum spilling in hot, thick streams across her abs, splattering Caitlyn’s hand, her moan guttural, “Caitlyn!” Caitlyn’s hands, guided by Vi, kept stroking, milking every drop, her posh accent teasing. “Such a specimen, Alpha—perfectly engineered.” Vi panted, her face flushed, sexy, her cock still hard, throbbing faintly, not retracting immediately, her unreal stamina holding strong as always. Caitlyn watched, her nerdy side captivated, her posh accent curious. “Still hard, Vi? Your stamina’s… extraordinary.” Vi chuckled, her voice husky, her body still trembling. “Takes a bit to calm down, Cupcake—your fault for being so damn hot.” Caitlyn’s fingers traced the still-throbbing veins, teasing lightly, her posh accent playful. “Good. Gives me more time to study this marvel.” Vi groaned, her smirk cocky. “Keep that up, princess, and I’ll be hard again.” Caitlyn laughed, her posh accent sultry. “Tempting, trouble, but let’s see you retract first.”

Caitlyn’s fingers lingered on Vi’s cock, feeling it slowly soften, the veins less pronounced, the knot never fully swelling. “It’s retracting now, isn’t it?” she asked, her posh accent nerdy, her fingers tracing the slit as Vi’s cock and balls began to retract, the skin smoothing over, her vagina faintly visible below, now dry again. “Fascinating… the biology’s incredible,” Caitlyn murmured, her nerdy side glowing. Vi pulled Caitlyn close, her voice warm, teasing. “Only you’d nerd out post-cum, princess. When’s my turn to examine *you* for science, huh?” Caitlyn’s cheeks flushed, her posh accent flustered, a shy giggle escaping. “Vi! Behave, you incorrigible Alpha!” Vi’s laugh was husky, her arms tightening around Caitlyn. “Love you, girlfriend.” Caitlyn nestled into her, her posh accent soft. “Love you too, girlfriend.” They kissed softly, their bond unbreakable, the room quiet except for their steady breaths.

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As midnight struck, Vi slept soundly, her breath even, her body relaxed against Caitlyn. Caitlyn, unable to sleep, felt heat pooling between her thighs, her omega scent spiking as she recalled their biology session—Vi’s throbbing cock, her desperate moans, the knot’s heat under her lips. Her pussy throbbed, hot and bothered, her nerdy mind replaying every detail. Vi stirred in her sleep, a soft moan escaping, her hips thrusting gently, her slit parting as her cock emerged, hardening, veins pulsing, fucking the air in a hot dream. Caitlyn’s eyes widened, a quiet chuckle escaping, her posh accent teasing. “Oh, Vi, even in your dreams? You’re insatiable.” The sight was hot as fuck, Vi’s cock thrusting endlessly, her moans soft, her face flushed in sleep, sexy as hell. Caitlyn couldn’t look away, her pussy slick with desire, sleep impossible with Vi like this.

Caitlyn gently ringed her hands, forming a loose circle, positioning them for Vi’s thrusting cock, her posh accent a hushed gasp. “God, Vi, you’re unreal.” Vi’s cock grazed her hands, the heat and throb intense, her dream-thrusts steady. Caitlyn grabbed the larger Hextoys dildo, already out from the box, its size closer to Vi’s but no match. She slid it into her pussy, wincing at the initial pain as it stretched her, her body adjusting to the bigger size. Her eyes stayed locked on Vi’s cock, thrusting endlessly in her hand-circle, so hot it made her pussy relax, the pain easing into pleasure. She fucked herself with the dildo, her pussy stretching, slick coating it, her hips rocking in time with Vi’s dream-thrusts, struggling to muffle her moans, the pleasure overwhelming, her body trembling. Caitlyn’s climax hit first, hard, her pussy pulsating, slick soaking the dildo, her moans barely muffled, her cry sharp, “Vi!” Her body shook, pleasure pulses fading as she panted, her deep blue eyes locked on Vi’s thrusting form.

Caitlyn focused on Vi, her hands tightening the circle around Vi’s cock, stroking gently to get her off, her posh accent soft. “Your turn, trouble.” Vi moaned louder, her thrusts quickening, cumming weakly in her dream, a soft spurt landing on Caitlyn’s hands. Caitlyn grabbed a tissue, wiping it gently, her posh accent teasing. “Even asleep, you’re a mess, trouble.” She leaned into Vi, her hand resting on Vi’s hard cock, feeling its throbs and heat, the veins still pulsing, gradually softening, then finally retracting into the slit. Caitlyn smiled at Vi’s sleeping face, nuzzling into her chest, inhaling her alpha scent—leather, smoke, alive—calming her racing heart. Vi, still in her dream, turned instinctively, hugging Caitlyn protectively, her arms tight. Caitlyn drifted to sleep, their bond a quiet fire in her heart.

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Chapter 21: Wildfire Practice

Date: Monday, September 22, 2025

Location: Piltover University, Psychology Class, Science Lab, and Cafeteria

Two weeks after the gala, Vi and Caitlyn’s bond blazed like wildfire, their sneaky moments at Piltover University igniting sparks—stolen kisses in stairwells, Vi’s hand grazing Caitlyn’s thigh in lectures, Caitlyn’s flushed glances stoking the heat. At night, Caitlyn practiced relentlessly in her dorm, stretching her pussy with Hextoys dildos, her nerdy precision logged in a notebook: “September 20: 11 cm girth, minimal discomfort, slick optimal.” Her omega heart pounded, picturing Vi’s monstrous cock, determined to be ready.

In psychology class, Vi’s alpha presence dominated, her muscular frame and powder-blue eyes a protective shield around Caitlyn, scaring off classmates. She slouched in her seat, tattoos peeking from her leather jacket, pink hair messy. Caitlyn sat beside her, navy blue hair sleek, her posh accent sharp as she scribbled notes. Vi’s foot nudged Caitlyn’s under the desk, her voice a husky whisper. “Lookin’ cute, Cupcake.” Caitlyn’s cheeks flushed, her posh accent teasing. “Behave, trouble, or I’ll assign you extra reading.” Vi’s smirk widened, her scarred lip twitching. “Make me, princess.” Caitlyn’s glare was bossy, her Kiramman pride flaring. “Focus, Alpha.” Vi chuckled, raising her hands. “Yes, ma’am.”

Their group project on omegaverse bonding thrived, their chemistry electric in debates. As class ended, Caitlyn’s deep blue eyes burned, Vi’s teasing leaving her hot and bothered, her pussy throbbing under her skirt. She grabbed Vi’s wrist, her posh accent commanding. “Lab. Now.” Vi’s grin was cocky, her voice low. “Bossy today, huh? I’m in.” They slipped through campus to their secret hookup spot—a quiet science lab, tables cluttered with beakers, the air sterile but crackling with their heat.

Caitlyn pushed Vi onto a lab table, her lips crashing into Vi’s, hungry and urgent, her hands roaming Vi’s chest. Vi laughed against her mouth, her voice husky. “Someone’s in a hurry, Cupcake.” Caitlyn’s posh accent was sultry, her hands rubbing Vi’s crotch hungrily, feeling her cock harden through her jeans. “Your fault, trouble—teasing me all class.” Vi’s eyes darkened, her alpha scent—leather, smoke, alive—flaring, her cock throbbing under Caitlyn’s touch. “Fuck, Cait, you’re killing me.” Caitlyn pulled back, her posh accent casual but bold. “I’ve been stretching for you, Vi. Notebook says 11 cm girth—almost ready for you.” Vi’s smirk was feral, her voice rough. “Nerdy and hot as fuck, princess. Show me.”

Vi’s hands slid under Caitlyn’s top, pulling it up, unhooking her bra, revealing her soft breasts. “Fuck, these are perfect,” Vi growled, her thumbs teasing Caitlyn’s nipples, drawing a sharp moan. Caitlyn’s posh accent teased, her Kiramman pride bossy. “Focus, Alpha—my turn to lead.” She unzipped Vi’s jeans, freeing her cock—thick, veiny, throbbing at 17.5 cm girth, balls tight with arousal. Caitlyn’s breath hitched, her pussy soaking, her posh accent nerdy. “Still… monstrous.” She stroked it, feeling its heat, veins pulsing under her fingers. Vi groaned, her hips twitching. “Goddamn, Cupcake, you’re gonna break me.”

Caitlyn, emboldened, straddled Vi’s lap in a Pulsing Lotus pose, her skirt hiked up, her pussy slick against Vi’s cock. “I want to try you, Vi,” she whispered, her posh accent trembling, guiding the tip to her entrance. She winced, pain flaring as the tip stretched her, her pussy too tight for Vi’s girth. Vi’s eyes widened, her voice urgent. “Fuck, Cait, you okay?” She pulled back immediately, her hands cupping Caitlyn’s face, her voice soft. “Don’t rush it, princess—you’ll hurt yourself.” Caitlyn sighed, her posh accent frustrated but warm. “You’re too big, trouble.” Vi kissed her forehead, her voice husky. “We got time, Cupcake. I’ll help you practice.”

Caitlyn pushed Vi to lie back on the table, her posh accent bossy. “Fine. Grind instead.” She straddled Vi in a cowgirl pose, her pussy sliding along Vi’s cock, not entering, the slick friction electric, her clit throbbing against Vi’s veins. Vi groaned, her hands gripping Caitlyn’s hips, her voice dirty. “Fuck, Cait, feel that—your pussy’s so wet.” Caitlyn’s moans grew louder, her hips rocking, her posh accent sultry. “You’re… perfect, Vi.” They shifted to a missionary pose, Vi flipping Caitlyn onto her back, her fingers teasing Caitlyn’s entrance. “Gonna stretch you, princess,” Vi growled, sliding two fingers inside, curling gently, her thumb circling Caitlyn’s clit. Caitlyn’s pussy pulsed, slick coating Vi’s fingers, her body trembling. “Vi… more,” she gasped, her posh accent breaking, her Kiramman pride commanding.

Vi added a third finger, stretching Caitlyn slowly, her voice husky. “Like that, Cupcake? Helping you practice.” Caitlyn’s moans were desperate, her pussy relaxing, slick dripping. “Yes, Vi… perfect,” she panted, her body squirming. Vi’s cock throbbed against Caitlyn’s thigh, her alpha desire feral. They shifted to an Omega’s Throne pose, Caitlyn sitting on Vi’s face, her pussy grinding on Vi’s tongue, aiding stretching by relaxing her muscles. “Fuck, Cait, you taste so sweet,” Vi growled, her tongue swirling Caitlyn’s clit, her hands gripping her ass. Caitlyn’s moans were sharp, her posh accent sultry. “Vi… you’re too good.” They moved to a side-lying spooning pose, Vi lifting Caitlyn’s leg, her cock sliding against Caitlyn’s pussy, rubbing her clit, not penetrating, the wet sounds filling the lab. Caitlyn added her own finger alongside Vi’s cock, stretching herself, fucking her pussy as Vi thrust, her voice sultry. “Vi… keep going.” Vi’s voice was rough. “Fuck, Cait, you’re driving me wild.”

Caitlyn’s climax hit first, her pussy pulsating, slick soaking Vi’s cock and her own finger, her body shaking, her moans barely muffled, “Vi!” Vi slowed, riding her through it, her voice soft. “Fuck, princess, you’re gorgeous.” Caitlyn panted, her posh accent bossy. “Your turn, Alpha.” She stroked Vi’s cock, her fingers tight, guiding it along her clit, Vi’s thrusts quickening. Vi’s hands grabbed Caitlyn’s, stroking faster, her hips bucking, her cock throbbing, veins stark. “Fuck, Cait, like that,” Vi growled, her face flushed. Vi’s climax hit, her cock pulsing, cum spilling in hot streams across Caitlyn’s thigh, her moan guttural, “Caitlyn!” Caitlyn milked every drop, her posh accent teasing. “Perfect specimen, trouble.”

They panted, Vi’s cock still hard, her stamina unreal. Caitlyn grabbed her notebook, her posh accent nerdy. “Progress: 11 cm girth, three fingers, minimal pain. Vi’s 17.5 cm girth, 21.6 cm length… ongoing.… ongoing.” Vi laughed, her voice husky. “Nerdy and hot, Cupcake.” Vi gently wiped Caitlyn’s thighs with a tissue, her touch tender, helping her adjust her skirt and bra, their clothes slipping back on. “You okay, princess?” Vi asked, her voice soft. Caitlyn’s posh accent was warm. “Better than okay, girlfriend.” They kissed softly, their bond blazing.

In the campus cafeteria, Vi and Caitlyn sipped coffee, their hands brushing, Vi’s alpha scent calming Caitlyn’s nerves. A beta Zaunite boy, Mike, approached, his brown eyes nervous but earnest. “Vi, it’s Zoe—my omega sister. She’s in heat again. Needs your help.” Vi’s expression softened, her voice steady. “She okay, Mike?” He nodded, his voice grateful. “You’ve taken care of her before during heats—our family’s thankful. Zaun’s got no fancy suppressant pills like Piltover. Omegas either lock up for five days till the heat is gone, or risk predators outside.” Vi nodded, her jaw tight. “You and Zoe are my people, Mike. I get it...It’s how I grew up—my duty.”

Caitlyn’s heart clenched, jealousy spiking, her posh accent hesitant. “Vi…” Vi’s eyes met hers, seeing the pain, her voice soft. “Cait, you’re my everything. This is just duty—nothing like us.” Caitlyn’s deep blue eyes wavered, her love for Vi’s caring nature warring with her struggle. She understood—Vi’s selflessness and caring for the people was one of the reasons she fell for her. Swallowing hard, her posh accent firm, she said, “I’ll come along… for biology and science.” Vi’s smile was knowing, her voice warm. “See right through you, Cupcake. Thank you for trying.” She kissed Caitlyn deeply, her voice earnest. “This is just helping my people—nothing like what I feel for you. If you’re not comfortable, I’ll find another way. You're my first priority.” Caitlyn shook her head, her posh accent resolute. “How? Not until Zaun gets better, until everyone can afford those pills, right? These are your people Vi. I know you'd hurt too seeing they hurt... don't let me stop you. Do your thing.” Vi’s eyes softened, her hand squeezing Caitlyn’s. “Love you, girlfriend.” Caitlyn’s posh accent was soft. “Love you too, trouble.” Their bond held strong, a wildfire tempered by trust.

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Chapter 22: Duty and Devotion  

Date: Monday, September 22, 2025  

Location: Piltover University, Zaun Streets, and Zoe’s Home  

Time: ~12:15 PM, shortly after Mike’s departure  

Vi’s phone buzzed as she and Caitlyn stepped out of Piltover University’s cafeteria, the late September sun casting long shadows across the campus. Mike’s message glowed: *Zoe’s address—Undercity, Lane 7, near Rusty Brew. She’s bad. Hurry.* After Mike parted, his brown eyes grateful but urgent, Vi’s powder-blue eyes darkened, her jaw tight, her alpha scent—leather, smoke, alive—flaring with duty. Caitlyn’s deep blue eyes wavered, her navy hair catching the light, her posh accent silent but heavy with complicated feelings. Jealousy twisted her gut at the thought of sharing her alpha, yet her brilliant mind reasoned: *This is Vi’s duty, helping Zaunites like Zoe. It’s who she is.* Their fingers intertwined as they left campus, walking toward Zaun, but their silence was heavy, hearts burdened.

Vi’s boots scuffed the cobblestones, her tattoos flexing under her jacket. She broke the silence, her voice husky but soft. “Cait, you sure about this? I can tell Mike no if you’re not okay.” Her scarred lip twitched, sensing Caitlyn’s distress despite her omega’s proud facade. Caitlyn sighed, her posh accent strained, her Kiramman pride warring with her heart. “Of course I’m not comfortable, Vi. Sharing you… I hate it.” She squeezed Vi’s hand, her voice softening, eyes glistening. “But I don’t want you to change because of me. Zaun needs you—those omegas need a protective alpha like you.”

Caitlyn’s nerdy mind kicked in, her posh accent precise. “Young omegas like Zoe prefer alphas your age—pheromonal compatibility, stronger for heat relief. Vander and Silco help mature omegas, but they’re older, less stamina, busy leading Zaun. Alphas are scarce here, especially trustworthy ones who won’t exploit a heat.” Her voice cracked, jealousy raw. “You’re needed, Vi. I get it… but it kills me.” Vi’s heart tore, her voice low, rough with emotion. “Fuck, Cupcake, I don’t wanna hurt you. This is what I’ve always done—my people, my duty. But you’re my everything now.” She stopped, turning to face Caitlyn, her eyes earnest, hand cupping her cheek. “Tell me to stop, and I’ll figure something else out for Zoe.”

Caitlyn’s deep blue eyes softened, her posh accent resolute despite the ache. “No, Vi. Go. They need you.” Her love for Vi’s selflessness burned brighter than her jealousy, but the thought of Zoe’s scent on Vi stung. Vi sighed, her voice torn. “Okay, princess. But I’m doing this different—for you.” She paused, scratching her neck, voice hesitant. “I wanna use a condom. Never used one—too fancy for Zaun. Don’t know shit about ‘em. But I heard these hextech ones block scent exchange—keeps my cock from smelling like Zoe, keeps her off me. Least I can do, knowing you’re struggling.” Caitlyn’s cheeks flushed, her posh accent warm, a spark of relief in her eyes. “You’re trying… for me. Let’s get them, trouble.” She smiled faintly, her pride softening, and took Vi’s hand, leading her to a Piltovan apothecary shop, its neon sign glowing with hextech flair.

Inside, Caitlyn scanned the shelves, her posh accent muttering, “Most are below 14 cm girth—laughably insufficient.” She approached the beta clerk, her tone precise, Kiramman confidence sharp. “Hextech condoms, largest size—17.5 cm girth, 21.6 cm length.” The clerk’s jaw dropped, eyes darting to Vi’s muscular frame, pink hair, and scarred lip radiating alpha swagger. “That’s… insane,” the clerk mumbled, lowkey checking Vi out before scurrying to the storage room. Caitlyn pulled out her phone, opening a Piltovan safe-sex tutorial video, her posh accent nerdy but sultry, her eyes glinting. “Let’s learn, Vi. Condoms need precision—pinch the tip, roll it on, no air bubbles.” Vi leaned in, powder-blue eyes narrowed, brow furrowed like she was studying a fight plan. “Pinch, roll, no bubbles—fuck, this is serious,” Vi muttered, nodding intently. Caitlyn chuckled, her posh accent teasing, eyes twinkling with heat. “Your focus face is adorable, trouble.” 

Vi grinned, her voice cocky, but her hand grazed Caitlyn’s hip, sparking a shiver. “Gotta get it right for my omega, Cupcake.” Caitlyn’s breath hitched, her fingers brushing Vi’s pants, feeling the bulge stir. “Let’s practice,” she whispered, her posh accent husky, pulling Vi to a quiet corner. She ripped open a sample condom, her fingers trembling with desire, and slightly pulled down Vi’s pants, revealing her cock—hardening, but far from fully erected, the sample condom barely fitting the tip. Vi fumbled, nearly rolling it on backwards, her voice a sheepish laugh. “Fuck, Cait, I’m a dumbass.” Caitlyn’s fingers grazed Vi’s cock, the searing heat scorching her skin for a split second, her posh accent gasping, “Careful, trouble.” She guided Vi’s hand, rolling the condom on correctly, their fingers brushing, heat flaring between them. Vi’s eyes darkened, her voice rough. “Fuck, Cupcake, your touch…” Caitlyn smirked, her posh accent teasing. “Focus, Alpha.” As they hear footsteps, Cait pulls up Vi's pants and walk to the counter.

The clerk returned, holding a small box, voice sheepish. “Largest we’ve got—16 cm girth, 20 cm length. A couple left. Your size… it’s too rare. Might need custom-made, special order.” Caitlyn’s frown deepened, her posh accent frustrated, the thought of Zoe’s scent on Vi’s cock twisting her gut. “That’s inadequate. Misfit condoms risk tearing, compromising safety and scent-blocking.” Vi grabbed the box, her voice calm but firm, tossing it in her hand. “It’ll do, Cupcake.” Caitlyn’s eyes narrowed, her posh accent sharp, jealousy flaring. “Explain, trouble. This won’t fit your measurements!” Vi leaned close, her voice earnest, low, eyes locked on Caitlyn’s. “I don’t get my full size for duty—never fully aroused, not like with you. It’s smaller—still fucking monstrous, but not like with you. Don’t know the exact numbers, but my cock feels… different with you. Throbs like crazy, veins pulsing, never felt so alive, so hungry. I don’t knot or cum for them—just fuck to make ‘em cum hard, end their heat, then pull out and let the beast calm down. Jerk off later if I need it. But you, Cait? You make me lose it. Only you.”

Caitlyn’s eyes widened, her posh accent nerdy, excitement bubbling over her jealousy. “Arousal-specific engorgement! I read about it—rare, but your unreal stamina makes it possible. I’m the only one who gets your peak size?” Vi nodded, her voice rough, eyes soft. “Only you, princess. My soulmate. You make my cock fucking sing.” Caitlyn blushed, her heart swelling, jealousy easing as trust bloomed. “So… these condoms fit your duty size?” she asked, posh accent curious, holding the box. Vi smirked, her voice cocky. “Yeah, Cupcake. I guess so. Covers the smaller size I get for duty. Keeps it clean—no scent on me, none on Zoe.” Caitlyn’s posh accent softened, a smile breaking through despite the lingering sting. “You’re mine, trouble.” Vi kissed her deeply, her voice rough. “Only you, Cupcake. My omega.”

They walked to Zaun, the air growing grittier, the streets narrower, reeking of rust and sweat. Eyes lingered on Caitlyn—a beautiful Piltovan omega, her elegance a beacon in the undercity’s gloom, her navy hair shimmering under flickering streetlamps. Hungry gazes from around sparked Vi’s instincts, her muscular frame stepping closer, shielding Caitlyn, her alpha scent flaring—leather, smoke, alive, sharp with protective menace. Caitlyn leaned into Vi, her posh accent soft, her breath catching. “I feel safe with you, trouble.” Vi’s scarred lip twitched, her voice low, a growl edging it. “Always got you, princess.” Her scent enveloped Caitlyn, calming her racing heart, while scattering onlookers, their stares retreating into the shadows.

At Zoe’s address, a ramshackle building near Rusty Brew, the air thickened with Zoe’s heat scent—a suffocating, musky haze, sweet and primal, pulsing with desperate need, so potent it slammed into Caitlyn’s omega senses, her skin prickling, her nose twitching at the syrupy, floral tang laced with a bitter edge of torment. Even Vi’s alpha frame tensed, her breath hitching. Mike greeted them at the door, his brown eyes heavy with worry, rimmed red. “Vi, thank you,” he said, voice breaking, nodding to Caitlyn. “And you—for understanding.” He swallowed, his voice raw. “Zoe’s real bad. She had a boyfriend who helped her heats, but they broke up. This cycle’s hitting harder, and seeing her hurt like this… it breaks my heart.” Vi’s hand rested on his shoulder, her voice steady. “We got her, Mike.” Caitlyn’s posh accent was gentle, her hand touching his arm, eyes soft with empathy. “We’ll help, Mike. I’m sorry she’s suffering.” Mike nodded, opening the door, staying outside to guard. “Thank you both.”

Inside, Zoe’s scent was a relentless storm, a cloying, musky wave that scorched the lungs, thick with raw, aching desire, its sweetness laced with a jagged sting of pain, like overripe fruit on the verge of decay. In her small room, lit by a flickering bulb, Zoe lay sprawled on a worn bed, her body writhing uncontrollably, slick gushing from her core in glistening torrents, soaking the tattered sheets into dark, sodden pools that shimmered in the dim light. Her skin glistened with sweat, flushed a feverish crimson, her breaths ragged, punctuated by sharp, keening moans that clawed at the air, echoing off cracked walls. Her eyes, glazed with desperate, animalistic need, rolled back, pupils dilated to black pools, tears streaming down her cheeks. Her fingers moved frantically, nails clawing at her slick-drenched thighs, digging into her trembling flesh, trying to quell the unbearable heat, each touch only sharpening her whimpers, her hips bucking wildly against her hand, chasing relief that wouldn’t come. The air pulsed with her scent, a suffocating floral musk that clung to the throat, dizzying Caitlyn, her omega senses reeling with shared pain.

Zoe sensed Vi’s alpha presence, her head snapping up, eyes locking on Vi with a frantic, ravenous hunger, her moans turning to desperate gasps, her body arching toward Vi like a magnet. Then she froze, spotting Caitlyn, her voice a hoarse, broken rasp, barely audible over her pained cries. “You… brought someone?” Caitlyn stepped forward, her posh accent soft, empathetic as an omega, her heart twisting at Zoe’s suffering, though distress at sharing Vi burned in her chest. “I’m Caitlyn, Vi’s girlfriend, Zoe. Here to help. I can leave if you’re not comfortable.” Zoe shook her head, tears spilling, her voice trembling with gratitude amidst her torment. “No… stay. Thank you… I know sharing an alpha’s tough.” Caitlyn’s heart softened further, her posh accent gentle, eyes glistening with shared omega pain, seeing Zoe’s agony. “I know how heats hurt without suppressants. We’re here for you.” She kept talking, her voice a soothing balm, calming Zoe’s trembling, gesturing Vi closer.

Vi’s eyes met Caitlyn’s, pride swelling, her heart aching with love. *Cait’s special, caring for my people even when it kills her.* Vi knelt by Zoe, her voice soft, steady. “You okay, Zoe? I got you.” Zoe nodded, her body shuddering, her scent overwhelming, a raw plea for relief. Vi inhaled, her cock stirring under her pants, the biology kicking in. She pulled down her pants, releasing her cock—still monstrous, but not the same throbbing, vein-pulsing beast Caitlyn drew. Caitlyn’s nerdy precision caught the difference, her posh accent silent but sharp: *Smaller than with me… Vi wasn’t lying.* Zoe’s glazed eyes fixed on Vi’s cock, her hunger ravenous, her moans escalating to frantic whimpers, her slick gushing faster, her hips grinding against the air, desperate for Vi’s touch. Vi stroked herself, her hand firm, coaxing her cock to harden enough for duty, veins taut but subdued compared to Caitlyn’s effect. She ripped open the hextech condom with focused precision, nearly rolling it on backwards before catching herself, her voice a sheepish chuckle. “Fuck, almost botched it.” Caitlyn’s hand guided hers, their fingers brushing the searing heat of Vi’s cock for a split second, sparking a shiver. Vi rolled it on, brow furrowed like in the tutorial video, and glanced at Caitlyn, eyes seeking approval. Caitlyn nodded, her posh accent silent, her heart torn between distress and empathy, trusting Vi’s love as they faced Zoe’s desperate need together.

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Chapter 23: Heart of the Heat  

Date: Monday, September 22, 2025  

Location: Zoe’s Home, Zaun  

Time: ~12:50 PM 

Zoe’s desperate voice sliced through the suffocating haze of her cramped room, her heat scent—a cloying, musky storm of overripe sweetness—clinging to the air like a vice. “Please, Vi… your cock… I need it,” she begged, her body writhing on slick-soaked sheets, thighs trembling, slick gushing in glistening torrents that pooled beneath her, shimmering in the flickering bulb’s dim glow. Her flushed, sweat-drenched skin glistened, her breaths erupting into sharp, keening moans that clawed at the cracked walls. Vi, condom just rolled onto her monstrous duty cock—smaller than Caitlyn’s peak but still formidable—knelt by the bed, her powder-blue eyes soft with care, shadowed with conflict. Caitlyn stood nearby, her navy hair catching the dim light, her deep blue eyes tight with subtle pain, her Kiramman pride a steel cage around her heart. Jealousy burned like a quiet ember, a subtle ache buried deep, but empathy for Zoe’s omega suffering—raw, familiar—surged stronger. She nodded, her posh accent silent, granting Vi approval, her heart twisting with love and sacrifice.

Vi’s voice was steady, soothing, her scarred lip gentle. “Zoe, I got you. Let me know if you feel any discomfort, alright?” She glanced at Caitlyn, her eyes searching, voice low, trembling with worry. “You good, Cupcake?” Caitlyn’s nod was firm, her posh accent clipped, masking the quiet ache inside. “Go, trouble.” Vi’s hand brushed Caitlyn’s wrist, fingers lingering, her alpha scent—leather, smoke, alive—soothing Caitlyn’s distress like a warm tide. Vi positioned herself between Zoe’s quivering thighs, easing her condom-clad cock into Zoe’s slick-drenched pussy, the wet squelch loud and obscene as her tip breached the tight, pulsing entrance. Zoe’s moan was guttural, her pussy clenching instantly, slick coating Vi’s cock in a glossy sheen, her thighs spreading wider, hips bucking to meet each thrust. Vi’s thrusts were slow, deliberate, then faster, her muscular frame taut, sweat beading on her tattooed arms, hips rolling with pinpoint precision to stroke Zoe’s inner walls, hitting her g-spot with devastating skill. Her face stayed neutral, no pleasure flickering, just focused duty—no kiss, no sweet talk, a stark contrast to the throbbing, vein-pulsing passion Caitlyn ignited. Vi’s hand stayed on Caitlyn’s, squeezing gently, her eyes flicking to her, whispering, “You’re my everything, princess,” soothing Caitlyn’s subtle pain with every glance.

Caitlyn’s heart clenched, a quiet storm raging inside as she watched Vi’s cock plunge deep, the condom glistening with Zoe’s slick, each thrust a masterful symphony—slow, then surging, stretching Zoe’s pussy, her walls gripping tight, slick gushing in rhythmic spurts that soaked the sheets in a glistening cascade. Zoe’s body arched, her moans raw, primal, her thighs trembling, nails clawing the bed, her pussy pulsing with each precise thrust, Vi’s cock slamming with relentless accuracy, sending pleasure to Zoe's body. Caitlyn longed to feel Vi like that, her own pussy—still at 11 cm girth comfort—aching from the lab’s failed tip attempt, a subtle sting in her chest. Jealousy simmered, a quiet burn beneath her proud facade, but Zoe’s relief softened it. She understood Vi’s duty, admired her stamina—relentless, a machine of pleasure—but wished it was her taking Vi’s monstrous full length, throbbing with hunger. Vi’s eyes met Caitlyn’s, her voice a soft growl. “Still with me, Cupcake?” Caitlyn’s posh accent was steady, masking her ache. “I’m fine, trouble. I… I’m glad you can help her.” Her empathy for Zoe’s suffering battled her jealousy, her love for Vi’s selflessness blazing brighter, though Zoe’s pleasured moans—desperate, grateful—stirred her own desire, her pussy tingling faintly, betraying her.

Vi shifted Zoe into a missionary pose, lifting her legs to hook over her shoulders, her cock driving deeper, each thrust a wet, forceful plunge, stretching Zoe’s pussy wide, slick spilling in torrents, her walls spasming around Vi’s girth. Zoe’s cries escalated, primal and pleading, her hips bucking to meet Vi’s rhythm, her clit pulsing under Vi’s precise angles, her pussy clenching tighter with each stroke. Vi’s stamina was godlike, her sweat-slicked muscles rippling, hips a blur, no trace of pleasure on her face, just duty. Zoe’s body shook, her climax shattering the air, a guttural cry as her pussy clenched vise-tight, slick flooding the sheets in a glistening torrent, her moans trembling with relief. Vi slowed, thrusting gently to prolong Zoe’s pleasure, her hand squeezing Caitlyn’s, eyes checking her distress, whispering, “You’re my heart, princess.” Caitlyn’s faint smile hid her inner ache, her empathy anchoring her love.

Zoe panted, her heat easing but not gone, her eyes glassy with lingering need. “It’s… worse this time,” she rasped, voice broken. “My boyfriend… he left...broke up with me...tough... Used to help my heats, but now…” Her fingers reached for Vi’s cock as Vi pulled out, her touch desperate, slick dripping. “One more… please, Vi.” Vi froze, her eyes darting to Caitlyn, helpless, heart torn between duty and Caitlyn’s quiet pain. Caitlyn’s chest tightened, jealousy a subtle blade slicing her insides, but Zoe’s agony—body shuddering, moans pained—mirrored her own omega struggles, her empathy overwhelming. She nodded, her posh accent soft, resolute. “Give it to her, Vi.” Vi’s eyes searched hers, raw with doubt. “You sure, Cupcake?” Caitlyn’s hand brushed Vi’s cheek, her posh accent steady despite the ache. “I’m okay, trouble. Help her. I love you.” Vi’s eyes glistened, her voice a rough whisper, her hand stroking Caitlyn’s arm. “Love you, Cait. So fucking much.”

Zoe bent over in a doggy pose, her slick-drenched thighs quivering, her pussy pulsing with need, slick dripping onto the floor. Vi’s cock slid in, slow at first, then surged, each thrust a deep, forceful plunge, stretching Zoe’s walls, slick gushing with every stroke, the primal slap echoing like a heartbeat. Vi’s hips angled with masterful finesse, slamming Zoe’s g-spot, her pussy clenching tighter, her moans frantic, grateful, her body rocking with Vi’s relentless rhythm. Caitlyn’s mind slipped into a vivid, sensory fantasy—herself bent over, Vi’s full 17.5 cm girth, 21.6 cm length cock breaching her pussy, its searing heat stretching her tight walls, veins pulsing against her slick folds, each thrust a fiery jolt, slamming her g-spot with devastating precision. She imagined her slick gushing, coating Vi’s cock, her pussy clenching tight, her moans raw and pleading, echoing Zoe’s, Vi’s powder-blue eyes burning with feral hunger, her scarred lip growling, “You’re my only, Cupcake,” her body trembling as Vi’s cock filled her completely, her climax building in a white-hot wave. Zoe’s piercing climax—a shattering, guttural cry—snapped Caitlyn back, her pussy spasming wildly, slick spilling in a torrent, her heat calming. Caitlyn’s heart twisted, jealousy burning subtly, but Vi’s neutral face—no pleasure, just duty—reassured her. Vi’s hand squeezed Caitlyn’s, her voice a soft growl. “You’re my only, princess.” Caitlyn’s posh accent was steady, her empathy anchoring her love.

Vi pulled out, her cock still rock hard, the condom empty—no cum, no knot, as promised. Her heart churned with relief—Zoe was safe—but guilt gnawed at her, the weight of Caitlyn’s pain a quiet storm in her chest. She hated this, hated that her duty hurt Caitlyn, her soulmate, the one who made her cock throb with life. Vi’s eyes locked on Caitlyn, her voice rough with love, her hand stroking Caitlyn’s arm. “I’m yours, Cupcake. Always.” She handed Zoe wet wipes, her voice gentle, basic care only. “You good, Zoe?” Zoe nodded, voice weak but grateful. “Thank you, Vi… Cait.” She turned to Caitlyn, eyes soft. “Zaun’s rough. No money for pills—too expensive. Yesterday, a beta stalked me home, just ten minutes out for food. Lucky Mike was at home... My heat scent… draws predators. I can’t go outside—it’s too dangerous. Most think omegas are just… for satisfying others.” Caitlyn’s heart ached, her posh accent soft, pain subtle behind her pride. “I know, Zoe. Being an omega… it’s cruel, the lack of control.” Her own urges, a quiet battle, weighed heavier, her empathy for Zoe’s pain a mirror to her own, her body tingling faintly with unwanted desire.

Vi scented Caitlyn’s distress, her alpha scent flaring—leather, smoke, alive—wrapping her in a tight hug, her hand stroking Caitlyn’s back, fingers tracing soothing circles, her lips brushing Caitlyn’s temple. “I got you, princess. You’re my everything,” Vi whispered, her voice rough with love, guilt lacing her tone for causing Caitlyn pain. Caitlyn leaned into her, her posh accent soft, pride holding her steady. “You’re my anchor, trouble.” Zoe’s faint smile mirrored them. “You’re lucky to have each other. Cait… you’ve got a big heart, letting Vi help omegas like me.” Caitlyn’s posh accent was honest, her eyes locked on Vi. “I hate it, Zoe. But I understand—more now, seeing you. Vi’s the one with the big heart, caring for her people... Keeping them safe.” Vi’s scarred lip trembled, her eyes glistening, her hand cupping Caitlyn’s cheek, voice a hoarse whisper. “Fuck, Cait, you’re my whole world.”

Caitlyn’s eyes caught Vi’s cock—still rock hard, pressing against her in their hug, its heat searing through her skirt. She blushed, her posh accent teasing, desire flickering. “Trouble, pull up your pants.” Vi smirked, her voice cocky, stroking Caitlyn’s hip, her touch lingering. “Like the view, Cupcake?” She tugged up her pants, winking, her hand resting on Caitlyn’s back, soothing her lingering pain. Caitlyn’s chuckle was soft, her heart swelling with love. They stayed, ensuring Zoe’s heat had calmed, her breathing steady, her scent softer. Vi tossed the condom—empty—into a bin, her hand stroking Caitlyn’s arm, whispering, “You’re my only, princess.” Caitlyn kissed Vi softly, her posh accent warm. “You did good, trouble. I’m proud of you.” Vi’s grin was tender, her heart heavy with relief and guilt, but Caitlyn’s love anchored her. “Couldn’t do it without you, Cupcake. Love you.”

As they left, Caitlyn hugged Zoe goodbye, her posh accent firm, resolute. “I’ll find a way to improve Zaun’s life, Zoe. Suppressants for everyone—I promise.” Zoe smiled, hope flickering in her tired eyes. “Thank you, Cait.” Vi and Caitlyn said goodbye to Mike, his gratitude heavy. They stepped into Zaun’s gritty streets, hands intertwined, the air thick with rust and sweat. Caitlyn’s heart was heavy, her empathy for Zoe and love for Vi a wildfire battling her subtle jealousy, but their bond burned brighter, tempered by trust.

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Chapter 24: Streets and Sanctuary  

Date: Monday, September 22, 2025  

Location: Zaun Streets and Vi’s Home  

Time: ~2:00 PM, after leaving Zoe’s  

Vi and Caitlyn walked quietly through Zaun’s gritty streets, hands intertwined, the air thick with rust, sweat, and the faint hum of machinery. Caitlyn sighed, her navy hair swaying in the breeze, her deep blue eyes clouded with subtle pain, her Kiramman pride masking the ache inside. Vi’s powder-blue eyes snapped to her, alert, worry etching her scarred lip, her alpha scent—leather, smoke, alive—flaring protectively. “You okay, Cupcake?” Vi’s voice was low, rough with concern, her thumb brushing Caitlyn’s knuckles. Caitlyn’s posh accent was soft, steady, but heavy with emotion. “Watching you with Zoe… it hurts, Vi. I knew it would, but seeing it…” She paused, her voice faltering, pride holding her together. “I’ve struggled with heats—unexpected, uncontrollable, drawing eyes I didn’t want. Even with my Kiramman name, my wealth… I hate losing control to biology. But I’m Piltovan. I’m safe. Zoe… Zaunite omegas… they’re not.”

Her eyes met Vi’s, raw with empathy. “Seeing her pain today, how predators stalk her, how she can’t afford pills… it hit my heart. There shouldn’t be class divisions, Vi. No one should be born feeling… less.” Her posh accent hardened, resolute. “I promised Zoe affordable suppressants, and I’ll make it happen. Until then…” She squeezed Vi’s hand, her voice trembling but firm. “If omegas come to you for help, do it. Just… tell me first. It hurts, but I trust you.” Vi’s eyes softened, glistening with awe, her heart swelling with pride and guilt. Caitlyn’s sacrifice—her willingness to share despite the pain—cut deep. “Fuck, Cupcake,” Vi whispered, her voice rough. “You’re too perfect. I wanna keep you safe, happy… and you’re still letting me do this for my people.” She stopped walking, pulling Caitlyn into her arms, hugging her tightly, her alpha scent enveloping Caitlyn like a warm shield. “I love you so much.”

Caitlyn hugged back, her face buried in Vi’s shoulder, Vi’s scent calming her racing heart, grounding her pain. “I love you too, trouble,” she murmured, her posh accent soft. Vi pulled back, her scarred lip twitching, voice earnest. “I’ll only help if they got no other options, Cait. I’ll tell you first, and you can come along if you want to—always.” Caitlyn kissed Vi’s forehead, her posh accent warm, sensing Vi’s own struggle. “I know you’re torn, too, between me and your people. Thank you, Vi.” Their eyes locked, their bond a wildfire of trust and sacrifice.

Caitlyn’s posh accent brightened, a spark in her eyes. “I want to stay with you a bit longer. It’s still early.” Vi’s grin was cocky, heartthrobbing, her pink hair catching the sunlight. “Hell yeah, Cupcake. Let’s show you Zaun’s heart.” She led Caitlyn to Zaun’s busiest street, a chaotic sprawl of life—vendors shouting over sizzling meat skewers, the smoky spice of fire-roasted peppers and charred lamb thick in the air, stalls brimming with mismatched trinkets, leather straps, and glowing hextech scraps. Caitlyn’s eyes widened, drinking in the vibrancy absent from Piltover’s sterile elegance—graffiti murals splashed across crumbling walls, bold reds and blues depicting Zaun’s rebellion, street musicians pounding drums, their rhythm pulsing through the crowd like a heartbeat. Vi’s voice was playful, teasing, her arm slinging around Caitlyn’s shoulder. “Not your fancy Piltovan tea parties, huh?” Caitlyn chuckled, her posh accent light, eyes sparkling. “It’s… alive, Vi.”

Vi tugged her to a food stall, her grin cocky. “Try this—Zaunite fire skewers. Burns your mouth, warms your soul.” Caitlyn bit into the spicy meat, her eyes watering, her posh accent gasping. “Goodness, Vi, it’s like swallowing a hextech flare!” Vi laughed, her voice heartthrobbing, tossing a coin to the vendor. “Told ya, princess. Zaun’s got bite.” They wandered, Vi pointing out a street artist carving hextech gears into a mural, her voice proud. “That’s Zaun—grit and art, making something outta nothing.” She led Caitlyn up a rickety metal staircase to a secret spot—a weathered rooftop overlooking the bustling street, the skyline jagged with smokestacks, their silhouettes glowing against the hazy, amber sunset. The air buzzed with distant clanks, vendor shouts, and the faint wail of a street violin, a living pulse of Zaun’s spirit.

Vi leaned on the rusted railing, her voice softening, baring her heart. “Zaun’s been through hell, Cupcake. But it’s rebuilding—slow, messy, but it’s happening. Vander’s out there, fighting for us. Even Silco, in his twisted way, pushes for change. And Piltovans like your family, the Kirammans, who actually give a damn… they’re helping.” Her powder-blue eyes burned with love for her city, her voice fierce, cracking with resolve. “This is where I grew up, Cait. It’s rough, scarred, like me. I’ll protect it at all cost. Those Siren fuckers, poisoning my people with their shit? They’ll pay.” Caitlyn leaned in, resting her head on Vi’s shoulder, her navy hair soft against Vi’s jacket, her posh accent resolute, a quiet fire matching Vi’s. “Yes, they’ll pay. We’ll make sure of it.” Vi’s eyes softened, gazing into Caitlyn’s, her heart swelling with love. She reached into her pocket, pulling out a violet flower pendant—etched with Zaunite runes, a twin to the violent charm from the gala—bought sneakily at a vendor stall just now. “For you, Cupcake,” Vi said, her voice sweet, slipping it into Caitlyn’s hand. “Saw it and thought of you—matches that gala charm, matches your fire, your heart.” Caitlyn’s smile was radiant, her posh accent warm, heart glowing. “You’re too much, Vi.”

She leaned in, kissing Vi on the rooftop, her lips soft, lingering, the city’s pulse fading into their shared warmth. Vi deepened the kiss, her hand cupping Caitlyn’s neck, fingers tangling in her hair, their breaths mingling, heat rising until they broke apart, gasping, nearly suffocated. Vi’s grin was cocky, her voice teasing. “Money well spent, huh?” Caitlyn nudged her playfully, her posh accent laughing, eyes sparkling. “Incorrigible, trouble.” Her curiosity flared, her posh accent playful. “Show me where you live, Vi.” Vi’s grin widened, her voice teasing. “Wanna see my chaos, huh?”

They walked to Vi’s home, a weathered building tucked in Zaun’s alleys, its walls scarred but warm with life. Inside, it was empty—Vander out on Zaunite business, Mylo and Claggor likely causing trouble somewhere around, Jinx unpredictably absent. Caitlyn’s eyes roamed, catching cute details—a mismatched mug with Jinx’s doodles, a worn boxing glove on a shelf, a faded photo of Vi and Powder as kids, grinning in the streets. “It’s not fancy like your place, Cupcake,” Vi said, her voice soft, a touch shy. “But it’s alive.” Caitlyn’s smile was warm, her posh accent tender. “It’s you, Vi.”

Caitlyn’s eyes sparkled, her posh accent curious. “Your room, trouble?” Vi’s grin faltered, her voice a sheepish laugh, eyes widening with panic. “Uh, fuck, it’s a disaster zone!” She bolted to the door, blocking Caitlyn with a dramatic arm, her voice a mock shout. “Gimme a sec, princess, don’t look!” Vi darted inside, a whirlwind of chaos—kicking a pile of dirty socks under the bed, nearly tripping over a hextech wrench, shoving crumpled shirts into a drawer with a grunt. A stray sock flew into a lamp, knocking it askew, and Vi cursed, “Oh, come on, you piece of shit!” She dove for a rogue beer bottle, slipping it under a pillow, then tripped over a skateboard, yelping, “Fuckin’ hell, why’s my life a landfill?” Caitlyn stifled a laugh, leaning against the doorframe, her posh accent teasing. “Very graceful, trouble. Need a maid or a bulldozer?” Vi spun around, red-faced, dusting a cushion with exaggerated flair, bowing like a showman. “All clear, your highness!” She opened the door, inviting Caitlyn in. The room was small, cluttered with punk posters, a battered guitar in the corner, and a bed with mismatched sheets, but it screamed Vi. Caitlyn sat on the cushion, her posh accent warm, heart glowing. “It’s perfect, Vi.”

Caitlyn’s eyes caught the guitar, her posh accent curious, a spark of surprise. “You play, trouble?” Vi smirked, her voice cocky, sitting on the bed and grabbing the guitar, her fingers brushing the strings with a lover’s touch. “Yeah, Cupcake. Wanna hear?” She strummed a raw, soulful melody, gritty and defiant, her voice low and husky, singing a Zaunite ballad that pulsed with her spirit:

“Born in the smoke, where the streets don’t sleep,

Scars on my knuckles, promises I keep.

Rust in my veins, fire in my soul,

Zaun’s my heart, it’s what makes me whole.”

Her powder-blue eyes locked onto Caitlyn’s the whole time, burning with love, each note raw, unpolished, yet tender, echoing Vi’s rebellion and loyalty. Caitlyn’s heart raced, her deep blue eyes captivated, her posh accent silent as Vi’s voice filled the room, rough yet achingly sincere, like a blade wrapped in velvet. As Vi finished, she set the guitar aside, her voice teasing, a shy edge. “Good or what, princess?” Caitlyn’s posh accent was playful, her eyes glinting with heat. “It’s hot, trouble.” She leaned in, kissing Vi, her lips soft, lingering. “Payment for the show,” she murmured. Vi’s smirk widened, her voice cocky. “One kiss? Nah, Cupcake, not enough.” Caitlyn smiled, leaning in for another, deeper kiss, her lips warm, teasing.

Vi pouted, her voice a mock protest, eyes twinkling. “That’s it?” Caitlyn chuckled, her posh accent sultry, moving closer, arms ringing around Vi’s neck, her desire simmering like a smoldering ember. Her lips brushed Vi’s ear, her breath hot, whispering, “What would you like from me, trouble?” Vi’s smirk was wicked, her voice a low growl, eyes darkening. “You’re playing with fire, Cupcake.” Their eyes locked, tension crackling like a live wire, Caitlyn’s gaze darting to Vi’s lips, her heart pounding. In a split second, their lips crashed, a hungry, searing collision, Caitlyn crawling onto Vi, legs straddling her waist, her skirt riding up, exposing her thighs. Vi’s hands gripped Caitlyn’s waist, firm and possessive, the other roaming her back, fingers tracing her spine, dipping low to graze her hips, sending electric shivers through Caitlyn’s body. Their scents spiked—leather, smoke, and Caitlyn’s floral musk—igniting a wildfire of desire, their breaths ragged, tongues tangling in a desperate dance.

Caitlyn took control, pushing Vi to lie back on the bed, kisses unbroken, her lips trailing down Vi’s neck, slow and deliberate, sucking gently at her pulse point, then kissing her collarbone, each touch a spark that drew soft, needy moans from Vi. Caitlyn’s fingers grazed Vi’s shoulders, her touches like magic, igniting Vi’s skin, her body trembling under the onslaught. Vi’s cock hardened under her pants, building a prominent tent, straining against the fabric, its heat pulsing through. Caitlyn’s posh accent was a sultry whisper, teasing, her lips brushing Vi’s jaw. “Someone’s eager, trouble.” Vi’s moan was low, her voice rough, eyes burning with hunger. “Fuck, Cupcake, you’re killing me.” Caitlyn’s lips curled into a smirk, her hands sliding down Vi’s chest, fingers teasing the edge of her shirt, her kisses deepening, her body pressing closer, their desire a blazing inferno, unstoppable.

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Chapter 25: Fire of Us  

Date: Monday, September 22, 2025  

Location: Vi’s Room, Zaun  

Time: 3:30 PM

Vi lay sprawled on her mismatched sheets, her muscular frame taut, pink hair splayed across the pillow, her powder-blue eyes hazy with desire, pupils blown wide, glinting with a primal, desperate hunger. Caitlyn straddled her, legs gripping Vi’s thighs, her skirt hiked up, navy hair catching the dim light filtering through Vi’s cluttered room. Her deep blue eyes burned with hunger, a wicked smirk curling her lips as she teased the edge of Vi’s shirt, fingers slipping beneath to graze the taut, heated skin of Vi’s abs, tracing slow, deliberate circles that sent Vi’s nerves sparking. Caitlyn’s kisses trailed down Vi’s throat, torturously slow, her lips sucking hard at the pulse point, teeth grazing the sensitive skin, the vibration of her posh accent whispering, “You’re trembling, trouble,” sending electric shivers rippling through Vi’s body. Vi gulped, her breath ragged, her alpha scent—leather, smoke, alive—spiking with raw, animalistic need, her heart pounding like a Zaunite forge, her muscles trembling under the strain of restraint.

Caitlyn’s hands roamed, sliding under Vi’s shirt, fingers teasingly grazing her breasts, circling her nipples with featherlight touches, then pinching gently, hardening them to peaks that ached with sensitivity. Vi’s hand shot up, grabbing her pink hair, tugging with a desperate edge, her voice a breathy moan, raw and fractured. “Fuck, Cupcake, you’re killing me.” Her cock throbbed under her pants, aching, straining against the fabric, its heat pulsing like a live wire, every nerve screaming for Caitlyn’s touch. Caitlyn’s smirk widened, her posh accent sultry, dripping with control. “Oh, I’m just getting started.” Her fingers slid down, grazing Vi’s cock through the pants, feeling the searing heat, the throbbing veins beneath, tracing its outline with agonizing slowness, lingering on the crown, teasing the sensitive tip with a featherlight brush. Vi’s hips bucked, a low groan tearing from her throat, her voice ragged, her skin prickling with sweat. “Cait… you evil fuckin’ tease.” Caitlyn chuckled, her lips brushing Vi’s ear, breath hot and taunting. “I love it, Vi—watching my protective alpha tremble, flushed face, chest heaving, that throbbing, veiny cock pulsing… only for me.”

Caitlyn’s lips crashed into Vi’s, biting her lower lip with deliberate intent, teeth sinking in slowly, pulling back with a teasing, torturous tug that drew a desperate, guttural moan, her tongue plunging deep, tangling in a hungry, languid dance, her eyes locked on Vi’s face—flushed, sexy, hers alone. Jealousy simmered in Caitlyn, a quiet ember from Zoe’s duty sex, fueling her need to claim Vi, to revel in every detail only she drew out. Vi’s cock, throbbing under her pants, was nothing like the mechanical duty for Zoe—Vi was alive for her, only her. Vi sensed the jealousy, guilt and playfulness swirling in her chest, her powder-blue eyes softening. “Fuck, Cait, you’re cute when you’re jealous,” Vi murmured, her voice breathy, a cocky smile breaking through despite her trembling frame. “Only you make me like this, Cupcake. I love you so fucking much.” Caitlyn leaned back, sitting up, legs straddling Vi’s thighs, her eyes blazing with hunger and lust, her posh accent low, commanding. “Show me, Vi.”

Vi’s hands fumbled, pulling down her pants just enough to free her cock—17.5 cm girth, 21.6 cm length, redder than ever, throbbing, veins pulsing like a living beast, a stark contrast to the duty size for Zoe. Caitlyn’s eyes widened, her posh accent catching, her nerdy precision noting every detail: the flushed, engorged head, slick with pre-cum, the thick veins snaking along the shaft, pulsing with Vi’s desire, alive only for her. “It’s… so big, alive... Vi.” Caitlyn whispered, her fingers tracing the throbbing veins, hands softly grasping the shaft, feeling its searing heat and girth, her touch torturously teasing, slow and deliberate. Vi’s breath hitched, hips bucking slightly to Caitlyn’s touch, her muscles quivering, nerves alight with desperate need, her voice a ragged moan. “Fuck, Cait, you’re gonna break me.” Caitlyn’s smirk was wicked, her posh accent sultry, leaning back to free Vi’s cock, drawing a desperate, shuddering groan. “How bad do you want me, trouble?” she purred, her fingers slipping beneath her skirt, flicking her own clit through her slick folds, eyes glinting with heat. “Do you jerk off alone, thinking of me, Vi? Tell me.”

Vi’s eyes hazed, her voice rough, breaking, her body trembling with sensory overload. “Fuck, yes, Cupcake, every damn time. Always you.” Her cock throbbed harder, hungry for her omega, aching for Caitlyn’s touch, her skin flushed with heat, sweat beading on her brow. Caitlyn’s posh accent dropped lower, teasing, her fingers circling her clit, slick seeping through her skirt, her pussy pulsing. “Show me, Vi. Stroke that big cock for me.” Vi’s hand wrapped around her cock, stroking slow at first, then faster, her voice a dirty growl, thick with lust. “I imagine you bent over, Cupcake, your tight pussy dripping for me, tempting me to fuck you deep. I’d slide in slow, feel your walls clench tight, so fuckin’ wet, hear you moan my name, beg for more. I’d pound you, hit that sweet spot, make you scream, fill you with my knot.” Caitlyn’s breath hitched, three fingers slipping deep into her slick folds, fucking herself slowly, then faster, her pussy throbbing as Vi’s fantasy fueled her. “Keep going, trouble,” she purred, her posh accent sultry, eyes darting between Vi’s flushed face and her throbbing cock, parted lips panting, soft moans escaping. “Tell me how you’d fuck me, Vi.”

Vi’s voice was a guttural rasp, pre-cum glistening, her hips humping the air with wild, frenzied desperation, cock twitching uncontrollably, jerking in feverish arcs as if chasing Caitlyn’s phantom touch, her muscles quaking, nerves screaming with need. “I’d spread your thighs, Cupcake, bury my face in your pussy, taste your sweet slick, suck your clit till you’re shaking. Then I’d fuck you raw, my cock stretching you, veins dragging against your tight walls, making you scream my name, cum so hard you see stars, knot you till you’re mine.” Caitlyn’s moans grew louder, her three fingers plunging deeper, slick dripping onto Vi’s thighs, her pussy spasming as she imagined Vi’s cock filling her, her posh accent a breathy taunt. “More, Vi. Make me feel it.” Vi’s hips bucked wildly, humping the air with primal, uncontrollable jerks, her cock throbbing, her voice breaking, eyes burning with hunger. “I’d pin you down, Cupcake, fuck you so deep, my knot swelling, your pussy milking me till I cum inside you, screaming my name, shaking under me.” Caitlyn’s body shook, her climax hitting hard, a piercing cry as her pussy pulsed uncontrollably, slick dripping onto Vi’s thighs, her fingers slowing, fucking herself through the waves until it faded, her parted lips panting, eyes locked on Vi’s flushed face and throbbing cock, red and pulsing as Vi kept stroking, moans raw.

Caitlyn leaned in, kissing Vi deeply, her lips hungry, her posh accent ragged. “You’re mine, trouble.” She crawled higher, kneeling near Vi’s face, her skirt hiked up, a drop of slick falling onto Vi’s cheek, near her lips. Vi licked it, her eyes blazing with hunger, Caitlyn’s hazy gaze commanding. “Clean me.” Vi smirked, her voice a low growl, her body trembling with sensory desperation. “Fuck, I love you bossy, Cupcake.” She pushed herself up slightly, angling to face Caitlyn’s pussy, her hips humping the air with frantic, primal desperation, her cock twitching wildly, jerking in feverish, uncontrollable arcs, her muscles quaking, sweat dripping down her back, nerves alight with aching need. The sweetness of Caitlyn’s slick—the sweetest thing Vi ever smelled—flooded her senses, addictive, intoxicating, driving her wild. “You're so pretty, Cupcake… I could do this all fuckin’ day,” Vi rasped, her hands gripping Caitlyn’s thighs, holding her steady. Vi’s face pinned to Caitlyn’s pussy, her tongue licking slow, deliberate strokes along her slick folds, sucking her clit gently, then harder, flicking the sensitive bud with relentless precision. Her tongue dipped deep, curling into Caitlyn’s pulsing core, lapping up every drop with greedy hunger, her lips kissing the tender inner folds, then sucking the clit again, alternating soft and hard, teasing and forceful, her teeth grazing lightly to spark shivers. Vi’s hips bucked wildly, humping the air with frenzied, desperate thrusts, her muffled moans vibrating against Caitlyn’s pussy, her sensory desperation fueling her ravenous technique.

Caitlyn’s hand brushed Vi’s pink hair, the other on Vi’s chest, steadying herself as she ground her pussy against Vi’s mouth, her hips rocking, chasing the pleasure. She leaned her head back, eyes closing, the sensation amplifying—Vi’s tongue a relentless spark, igniting her core, so fucking good, waves of pleasure crashing through her. “Vi…” Caitlyn moaned, her posh accent breaking, her moans growing louder, her pussy pulsing harder. Vi’s grip tightened, holding Caitlyn steady as her body trembled, her tongue flicking faster, sucking harder, dipping deeper, swirling inside her folds, tasting her sweetness with ravenous devotion, her hips humping the air with frantic, uncontrollable jerks, her cock twitching desperately, nerves screaming. Caitlyn’s climax hit, a shattering, guttural moan of “Vi!” as her pussy spasmed uncontrollably, slick flooding Vi’s mouth in a torrent, her body shaking with an intense, white-hot pulse that left her wrecked, her vision blurring with stars, her core throbbing with violent aftershocks. Her legs weakened, but Vi’s strong arms held her, her mouth working relentlessly, sucking softly to prolong Caitlyn’s pleasure, licking her clean as the orgasm faded, Caitlyn’s breath ragged, her body trembling with aftershocks.

Caitlyn pushed off Vi’s chest, collapsing beside her, eyes locking, panting, her posh accent a wrecked whisper. “You’re… incredible, trouble.” Vi cupped Caitlyn’s face, kissing her gently, letting her taste her own slick, her voice soft, rough with love, her body still trembling with desperate need. “You’re so sweet, Cupcake. You okay? That was fuckin’ intense.” Caitlyn kissed back, her posh accent warm, a radiant smile. “I’m feeling fantastic, Vi. I love you.” Her eyes darted to Vi’s cock—still rock hard, red as ever, throbbing, humping the air with frantic, frenzied jerks, aching for her, nerves alight with sensory overload. Vi’s grin was tender, her voice a low growl. “All for you, princess. I love you.” Their bond burned, a wildfire of love and desire, ready for more.

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Chapter 26: Burn of Us  

Date: Monday, September 22, 2025  

Location: Vi’s Room, Zaun   

Caitlyn collapsed beside Vi on the mismatched sheets, panting, her body trembling from the shattering orgasm in Vi’s mouth, the strongest she’d ever felt, her navy hair clinging to her sweat-slicked brow. Her deep blue eyes darted to Vi’s cock—17.5 cm girth, 21.6 cm length, redder than ever, throbbing desperately, veins pulsing like a living beast, slick with pre-cum. Caitlyn noticed a faint glistening on Vi’s pussy, a sign of hyper-arousal, just for her... Her heart softened, guilt flickering—shit, her cock’s so red, all for me. Her nerdy mind kicked in: peak arousal engorgement, blood dilation making Vi’s cock flushed, hypersensitive, pulsing only for her omega.

Vi’s ragged pants filled the room, her powder-blue eyes hazy with need, locked on Caitlyn. “Fuck, Cupcake…” she whimpered, wincing, her cock twitching, aching for release. Caitlyn’s posh accent was soft, guilty, her eyes tender. “You’re hurting, trouble. I teased you too long.” Vi leaned into Caitlyn’s chest, nuzzling deep, her soft moans vibrating, desperate for touch. Caitlyn kissed Vi’s head, her posh accent warm. “You did so good, Vi. Let me help you now.” Vi’s panting grew heavier, her cock throbbing, her voice a broken growl. “Fuck… Cait, it’s so intense…” Caitlyn reached for Vi’s cock, her fingers grazing the searing heat, feeling the pulsing veins, hotter than usual, hypersensitive from peak arousal. She stroked gently, her touch deliberate, drawing an immediate moan from Vi, whose head nuzzled deeper into Caitlyn’s chest, her body trembling stronger than ever. “Cait…” Vi gasped, her hips thrusting into Caitlyn’s hand, the cock’s redness amplifying every sensation, Caitlyn’s touch a pleasure Vi’s own hands could never match.

Caitlyn felt the veins pulse under her fingers, almost like a heartbeat, her nerdy precision noting the engorgement, the slick warmth of Vi’s cock alive for her. Vi begged, her voice urgent, hazy eyes pleading. “More, Cupcake… please, I can’t hold it.” Caitlyn kissed Vi deeply, her posh accent soft, apologetic. “I’m sorry for teasing you, trouble.” She moved lower, her mouth hovering over Vi’s cock, too big to fit fully, but she licked the flushed, engorged tip, sucking gently, tasting the salty pre-cum. Vi stopped thrusting, her hips freezing, worry flashing in her eyes—afraid of hurting Caitlyn or making her gag. Caitlyn noticed, her heart swelling at Vi’s care, every action screaming love. She smiled, planting soft kisses along the shaft, kissing the throbbing veins gently, then licking the cock like a lollipop, her tongue swirling slow, teasing, fingers grazing the crown, circling the sensitive tip with torturous precision. Vi moaned louder, her hand grabbing her pink hair, tugging, her powder-blue eyes darting down, drinking in Caitlyn’s mouth on her cock. “Fuck… Cupcake, your mouth… so fuckin’ good,” Vi rasped, her breath ragged, her flushed face and trembling abs a vision of desperation.

Caitlyn’s eyes flicked up, checking Vi’s reactions, her posh accent silent as she worked, wanting to pleasure her alpha. Her mouth focused on the tip, sucking harder, her tongue flicking the slit, both hands stroking the shaft, fingers tracing the pulsing veins, feeling the heat and girth. Vi’s breath grew shallow, her abs quaking, her voice breaking into desperate, begging moans. “Cait… fuck, I’m gonna cum…” She gently pushed Caitlyn’s head back from the tip, her cock erupting, shooting hot, thick cum in hard, shattering spurts, the hypersensitive redness making each pulse a white-hot wave. Vi screamed Caitlyn’s name, “Cait! Fuck, Cait!” her cock throbbing, cum splattering across her abs, some reaching her shoulder in a messy arc, her body shuddering with intense aftershocks, her nerves screaming, every touch electric, her moans raw, pleading for Caitlyn. Caitlyn’s eyes locked between Vi’s flushed, cumming face and her pulsing cock, her hands stroking slowly, milking every drop, feeling the heartbeat-like throb under her fingers. Vi’s moans faded, her body trembling, post-orgasm sensitivity making her wince, her voice a wrecked whimper. “Fuck… Cait, you’re everything.”

Caitlyn crawled up, meeting Vi’s face, kissing her passionately, her posh accent a playful whisper. “Look at that mess you made for me, trouble.” Vi deepened the kiss, her tongue tangling, then suddenly flipped Caitlyn over playfully, pinning her to the sheets. “Fuck, Cupcake, my cock still needs more… your fault for teasing me,” Vi growled, her voice cocky but tender, her powder-blue eyes glinting. Caitlyn smiled, her posh accent playful. “Fine, I deserve it. Do whatever you want.” Vi smirked, her voice teasing first, “Oh, I’m gonna make you pay, princess,” then softening with care. “But you sure? Your orgasms were intense—I don’t wanna wreck my favorite omega.” Caitlyn pulled her arms around Vi’s neck, eyes locking, her posh accent warm, exhaustion lacing her tone. “I’m pretty spent… but let’s find out.” Vi’s eyes darkened, her hands roaming, caressing Caitlyn’s long legs, fingers tracing her thighs, her touch gentle yet hungry, their scents spiking—leather, smoke, and floral musk—igniting a new waves of desire.

Vi’s lips kissed Caitlyn’s, soft and hungry, her voice a low growl. “I love you so much, Cupcake. You’re driving me fuckin’ crazy.” She moved down, sucking Caitlyn’s breasts, her tongue swirling around a nipple, then sucking gently, her powder-blue eyes darting to Caitlyn’s face, drinking in every moan and gasp, each sound spurring her to pleasure Caitlyn more. Vi’s voice was playful, her smirk cocky. “Your Kirammountains are fuckin’ beautiful, princess.” Caitlyn’s brows furrowed, her posh accent laughing. “Are you calling my breasts Kirammountains?” Vi grinned, her voice teasing. “Yeah, and you’re my favorite meal, Kirammeal.” Caitlyn chuckled, her heart swelling. “You’re so silly, Vi… I love you.”

Vi kissed Caitlyn again, her hands moving to Caitlyn’s pussy, pulling her panties aside, fingers gently flicking and circling her clit, slick coating her touch. Vi leaned in, kissing Caitlyn’s neck, her voice a soft growl. “Your pussy feel good, Cupcake?” Caitlyn nodded shyly, her posh accent a whisper. “Yes, Vi.” Vi slipped one finger inside, curling gently, stroking Caitlyn’s walls, sparking pleasure. Caitlyn leaned back, her breath hitching, feeling the sensation ripple through her core.

Suddenly, footsteps thundered, running toward the door, the doorknob rattling—locked, thanks to Caitlyn’s foresight. Jinx’s voice pierced through, chaotic and teasing. “Yo, Vi! Borrowing your skateboard!” No response. She banged again. “What, you jerking off to Cupcake again?” Caitlyn raised an eyebrow, her posh accent amused, glancing at Vi. Vi’s face flushed, her voice a playful shout, annoyed. “Fuck off, Jinx!” She scratched her neck, muttering to Caitlyn, “She won’t leave without it.” Vi grabbed the skateboard, opened the door a sliver, just enough to shove it out. Jinx sniffed, her voice loud. “Ugh, Vi, your scent’s a rut biohazard! Clean the bathroom this time, don’t leave it like your cum-fest last week!” She paused, scenting Caitlyn’s floral musk, giggling. “Oh, Cupcake’s here! Eating dessert, Vi, or vice versa?” She launched into tips for alpha-omega intimacy, her voice mischievous. “Gotta keep your omega happy, Vi—slow licks, lots of—” Vi shouted, playful but exasperated, “Get lost, Powder!” slamming and locking the door.

Jinx laughed, shouting, “Have fun, lovebirds! I’m out, keeping Mylo and Claggor away—no one needs your sex stench!” Vi crawled back onto the bed, sighing, then bursting into laughter. “Fuck, she totally ruined it, right?” Caitlyn smiled, her posh accent warm. “Your family’s something, Vi.” She kissed Vi’s forehead, eyes darting to Vi’s cock, still rock hard, red as ever, throbbing. “Let’s get back to business?” Vi smirked, her voice cocky. “Thought you’d never ask after that.” Caitlyn’s posh accent was playful, pulling Vi closer. “I owe you, trouble.”

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Note: I planned to finish their sex in just one chapter...but fuck... it ended up with 3... No more updates today, enjoy.

Chapter 27: After the Burn  

Date: Monday, September 22, 2025  

Location: Vi’s Room and Bathroom, Zaun  

Vi smiled, her powder-blue eyes blazing with love and mischief, leaning in to kiss Caitlyn softly, her scarred lip brushing Caitlyn’s with tender heat, her alpha instincts surging—protective, possessive, aching to claim her omega. “Lay down, Cupcake,” Vi murmured, her voice a husky growl, thick with devotion. “Relax—let me take care of you, my everything.” Caitlyn’s deep blue eyes sparkled with exhaustion and longing, her omega instincts flaring—surrendering to Vi’s warmth, “You’re insatiable, trouble,” she whispered, her posh accent trembling with need, her heart racing with love. Vi chuckled, her hands gentle on Caitlyn’s hips, guiding her to the edge of the bed, placing pillows to lift her head, ensuring her comfort, her alpha need to protect overwhelming. “Can’t help it, princess—you’re my heart, my fire,” Vi whispered, her voice cracking with emotion.

Vi knelt on the floor, her muscular frame flexing, her mouth diving to Caitlyn’s pussy, her tongue licking slow, deliberate strokes along her slick folds, sucking her clit gently, then harder, flicking with precision, each move driven by her alpha instincts to cherish. Caitlyn sighed, her posh accent a breathy moan, her omega instincts melting under Vi’s touch, her body arching, craving more. “I was supposed to help you, trouble… but fuck, Vi… your mouth…” she gasped, her voice raw, her hazy eyes locked on Vi, her hand grabbing Vi’s pink hair, gently pushing her closer, trusting Vi’s love. Vi’s eyes darted up, drinking in every moan and gasp, her alpha heart swelling—Caitlyn’s pleasure was her purpose. She added two fingers, slipping into Caitlyn’s slick pussy, fucking her slow, curling with exquisite skill, her left hand stroking her own cock, hips thrusting, inhaling Caitlyn’s floral musk, her red-hot cock throbbing. Vi growled softly, her voice raw. “Only you make me feel this… Cupcake.”

Caitlyn’s breath quickened, her omega instincts surging—her pussy pulsing under Vi’s tongue, her body surrendering to her alpha’s love. “Vi… you’re my everything,” she moaned, her voice trembling with raw confession, her love consuming her. She pushed Vi’s head away, sitting up, panting, her posh accent shaky. “Vi… I’m too close… I’ll cum again.” She took deep breaths, steadying herself. “This’ll never end if I cum now.” She pulled a confused Vi into a hot kiss, tongues tangling, then led her to lie down, Vi spooning her back. “Thrust me instead, you silly… I need you close,” Caitlyn whispered. Vi chuckled, nuzzling Caitlyn’s neck. “Fuck, Cupcake, your moans own me—eating you’s my life.” Caitlyn chuckled, her posh accent teasing. “Shut up and start working, trouble.” Vi hugged Caitlyn tight, licking her ear, then her neck, her voice a dirty growl. “Gonna grind your pussy till you’re screaming, Cupcake—my omega, my only one, feel my cock burn for you.”

Vi positioned her red-hot cock at Caitlyn’s pussy, thrusting externally, grinding with relentless intensity, the tip sliding along her slick folds, rubbing her clit with searing, electric precision. Caitlyn moaned, her posh accent breaking. “Vi… so fuckin’ good… I’m yours, always,” her voice a raw confession, her omega instincts craving Vi’s dominance, her scent, her love. She turned slightly, kissing Vi, their faces flushed, breaths hot, the intense friction sending white-hot jolts through their cores, Vi’s hypersensitive cock throbbing wildly, Caitlyn’s pussy pulsing with desperate need. Their emotions surged—Vi’s alpha protectiveness, her need to claim, intertwined with Caitlyn’s omega surrender, her trust in Vi’s care, their bond a wildfire of devotion. The grinding was electric, Vi’s cock searing against Caitlyn’s slick folds, each thrust a pulse of raw connection, their bodies trembling with shared ecstasy, their love bared in every moan. Vi thrust fast and furious, her cock aching, moans spilling into Caitlyn’s mouth. “Fuck, Cupcake, your pussy’s my home, my soul,” she growled, her voice cracking with love, her alpha instincts roaring.

Caitlyn steadied her hand near her pussy, fingers brushing Vi’s cock with each thrust, the added touch sending Vi wild, her hypersensitive cock throbbing intensely, the redness amplifying every searing pulse, her heart pounding with possessive adoration. Vi’s other hand cupped Caitlyn’s breast, circling her nipple, pressing, then pinching gently, each touch sparking waves of pleasure. Caitlyn squirmed, kissing Vi hotter, her tongue plunging, her love consuming her. “Vi… you’re my fire, my heart,” Caitlyn gasped, her voice trembling with raw emotion. Vi sensed Caitlyn’s closeness, thrusting faster, her tip grinding Caitlyn’s folds and clit with masterful skill, the wet slap of their bodies echoing like a primal rhythm, their moans and hot breaths filling the room. Caitlyn came hard, a shattering cry of “Vi!” her body trembling uncontrollably, slick flooding warm onto Vi’s cock, the intense sensation gripping her core, her heart soaring with love. “Fuck, Cait… you’re my soul,” Vi growled, her second climax hitting, strong as hell, cum shooting uncontrollably, her cock throbbing under Caitlyn’s pussy, splattering across their thighs. Caitlyn looked back, drinking in Vi’s sexy, cumming face—hers alone, a vision of raw devotion.

Their breaths ragged, Caitlyn turned, facing Vi, cupping her face, kissing softly, her posh accent a wrecked whisper. “I love you, Vi… you’re my forever, my only alpha.” Vi smiled, her voice a tender whisper, eyes glistening. “You’re my everything, Cupcake—fuck, I’d die for you.” She glanced down, chuckling at their cum-and-slick-covered bodies, the bed a wreck. “Need to take care of that…” She checked Caitlyn, her voice soft, her alpha instincts shifting to nurturing care. “You okay, princess? That was intense.” Caitlyn nodded, panting softly. Vi grabbed a sports drink from her room, opening it and handing it to Caitlyn, her heart swelling with protectiveness. Caitlyn sipped, then passed it to Vi, her posh accent teasing. “Your aftercare, Vi… makes me love you more.” Vi caught Caitlyn’s eyes, smirking, teasing. “Can’t resist me, huh, Kiramman?” Caitlyn’s Kiramman pride flared, her posh accent playful, refusing. “Not so fast, trouble.” Vi scooped her up, heading to the bathroom, her grin cocky but tender, her alpha heart aching to nurture. “Gotta clean you up, Cupcake.” Caitlyn yelped, her posh accent laughing. “Vi!”

Inside the bathroom, Vi’s cock was still hard but paler after her releases, no longer the fiery red of peak arousal. She undressed Caitlyn with gentle care, her alpha instincts guiding every touch, then herself, tossing their slick-soaked clothes into the washing machine, starting it with a playful nudge. “No evidence, princess,” she teased, her voice warm with love. She opened the shower, testing the water until it was perfect, her powder-blue eyes soft with devotion. “Come here, Cupcake,” Vi murmured, inviting Caitlyn inside. She bathed Caitlyn with meticulous care, her hands gliding over her skin with a warm cloth, washing away cum and slick, her touch tender, devoid of lust, only love and protection. She massaged Caitlyn’s shoulders, easing her tension, her fingers gentle, her voice a soft whisper. “You’re my world, Cait… I’ll always keep you safe.” Caitlyn smiled, her omega instincts basking in Vi’s care, her posh accent a whisper. “Vi… I’m so in love with you.” Vi’s emotions churned—relief Caitlyn was safe, pride in pleasuring her, a fierce need to nurture, her heart aching with adoration.

Vi quickly showered herself, her movements efficient but gentle, then grabbed a fresh towel, wrapping Caitlyn warmly, her hands lingering to ensure she felt secure. She took another towel, drying Caitlyn’s navy hair gently, ruffling it with care, her powder-blue eyes soft. “Can’t have my princess dripping,” she teased, her voice tender, soothing Caitlyn’s exhaustion. Vi’s cock was calming, going limp, but her heart still raced for Caitlyn, her emotions a mix of tenderness and awe. She dried herself briefly, ruffling her pink hair, then led Caitlyn out, scanning the room for a clean spot. She placed a clean pillow on a chair, guiding Caitlyn to sit, her touch protective, her voice soft. “Rest here, Cupcake.” Vi’s aftercare was a ritual of love—checking Caitlyn’s eyes for exhaustion, brushing her hair back, whispering, “You’re perfect, Cait… I’m so fuckin’ lucky you’re mine.” Caitlyn’s smile lit up the room, her posh accent soft, her omega heart surrendered. “And I’m yours, Vi… forever, my alpha.”