Summary: Vi and Caitlyn were in a heap of trouble. Running away from Piltover's Enforcers, they wind up falling into the balcony of an innocent, well-meaning young man. He believes them at their word and welcomes them to recuperate. Touched but suspicious, the girls start investigating and trying to poke holes in the kind man's demeanor, only to find themselves wanting to do more than just stay.
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The rain was punishing. Not just falling, pelting. The sky and, by coincidence, the Enforcers, had declared war. Lightning flashed in violent strokes, bathing the corner of Piltover in harsh white bursts. Piltover was a heaven, but for a select two tonight, it was their personal hell. Two blurs who leapt at rooftop after rooftop.
Today, the gods—not that they believed in them—blessed them with this hell of thunder and noise and rain. It was a cover in every sense.
The roughneck Vi and her knuckles were scraped raw from climbing gutter pipes and leaping over rusted railings. Caitlyn was a few paces behind, soaked and panting, her elegant blue coat clinging to her like a second skin. Her brimless top hat was gone. She wheezed and chased after the pink blur.
In the distance was an emergency wail. Certain neighbourhoods were getting shut down and run over by Enforcers. Another jump. What the Enforcers did not realize was that their pursuit targets were near the heart of the city. Not on the coast or east. The Clock Tower was to their left. This was Sidereal Avenue.
Sidereal Avenue was rich and plentiful. At night, and moreso at this thunderous weather, it was dark and their one and only option for a city run by Enforcers.
Except doing so in the first place pushed Caitlyn too far.
And the Enforcers were naturally most dense here anyway. They were alerted, they just weren't actively searching for the criminals because they didn't think the pair were stupid enough to come to one of the main streets of Piltover. Where tourism and security was the highest.
"Vi, wait—" Caitlyn hissed, her voice half-swallowed by thunder. It was three or four o'clock, impossible to tell, they had been fleeing for nearly half a day now.
"No time," Vi snapped, jerking her head toward a nearby balcony on the fourth (? - it seemed big so that was what she assumed) floor of a nice-looking store building. Golden in colour with what seemed to be a shop at the base and a dark balcony up top. No lights to read out the store's name or anything. Vi wore a ghost of a smile and pointed. "Look, the upper floor is bare-bones, it might be abandoned!"
Caitlyn was huffing and shook her head. "No, Vi, it's for stores! There's a good chance there's someone—"
"We're not making it another street without getting spotted. It's now or never!"
Sidereal Avenue, "the road paved with gold," or so it was said to every visitor's disappointment. It was a street of merchants and stores. It was where the rich came to experience their life. It was where the Ecliptic Vaults, the most secure bank in Piltover, was located.
To have found an opening, any opening, was a risk. Caitlyn didn't want to do it.
"Come on! Some rich dipshit could just be keeping it empty for real estate reasons, right!? There's your logic," Vi yelled, "so let's go!"
The logic held. Now it was.
They needed to go spring across two more rooftops in order to get close enough for the final jump and they did. The final sprint, the final jump, Vi committed to it first and caught the metal railing of the balcony, and swung herself over in one move. Caitlyn was two seconds behind, a little more graceful and a little more desperate.
They landed hard. Caitlyn staggered, and Vi cursed as her elbow collided with a laundry rack, sending undergarments and bedsheets fluttering like ghost flags around them. Sidereal Avenue was a street of stores with lamps constantly lighting up the street for nightly visitors. Except today with the weather the lamps were turned off. Only the natural light from the stores were on.
This balcony had been among the few to be dark, so they took the risk. And they…paid for it with laundry? It was strange.
"Smooth landing," Caitlyn muttered, pushing soaked strands of hair from her face.
Vi tugged a damp sheet over both of them and crouched low. "The fuck's up with this laundry?"
Vi didn't have that heavy of a mouth. However, desperate times and confusion were a welcome sign to her brain to speak her mind in any capacity. The rain pounded the balcony roof, forming a curtain of sound.
"Oh, shit…!"
Footsteps. From inside. Somebody heard them. They hid behind the laundry and both held their breath. The balcony doors creaked open.
Two seconds later, the laundry was raised above and revealed the two young ladies. Exhausted, they couldn't launch into a fight. If they were caught, then they were caught. There was nothing more they could do. Vi's Atlas Gauntlets were stripped from her and Caitlyn had lost everything but her own name.
"Woah! You two alright?"
It was a young man—maybe early twenties. His hair was shaggy, a dark brown mess that curled slightly at the ends. Warm brown eyes, a clean apron over a tank top, and looked to be tall, probably as tall as Caitlyn and her genetically blessed Kiramman six-foot-one. He had the soft kind of face that made you instinctively trust him. A little too soft for Vi's liking.
Vi and Caitlyn stared back, eyes wide and drenched. A bedsheet fell and suddenly they were half-hidden like kids who got caught sneaking out.
"We're fine," Caitlyn said smoothly, getting to her feet and brushing wet fabric off her arms. "Just…a little lost."
Vi rose beside her, notably shorter than both the young man and Caitlyn, water streaming from her short, choppy pink hair. Her body was built like a fighter but right now she was shivering, and her usual fire was dimmed from exhaustion. Caitlyn, in contrast, had the lean, refined grace of someone born to command. Hell, her navy blue Enforcer outfit still had that charm to it, yet she too was clearly running on fumes, her cheeks pale and her lips tight.
The young man tilted his head. "You sure? You look like you fell out of the sky."
"In a manner of speaking," Caitlyn said, chuckling. "We're, uh…"
"Say no more! Come in, come in!"
Huh? Vi exchanged looks with Caitlyn, then with the smiling young man. "Err…are you sure…?"
"Oh, should I keep this a secret? Should we be quiet?" He looked around, then spoke in a low, secretive hush. "Is somebody still chasing you girls?"
Vi…didn't know what to say and she usually knew what to say. Caitlyn decided to step up and speak for them. "Y-yes. Thank you, sir. Would you mind, ah, giving us your name?"
***
Miraculously, they didn't end up in handcuffs. They ended up in a noodle shop.
The one responsible for the miracle was Matias. See, he lived above a restaurant that he himself owned. A cozy little place wedged between two larger stores. Currently, it was closed due to the weather. He cleared off a back table for them and brought out mismatched towels and piping hot bowls of soup that smelled better than anything Vi had eaten in days.
It…didn't make sense. One second they were running and starving and the next second they were eating a Piltie's food. Matias was in the kitchen, humming, and asked unprompted, "Any refills?"
Vi raised a hand. "I'll take on!"
"Vi," Caitlyn whispered.
"Sorry, but too hungry."
So she ate. As she ate, Vi kept stealing glances at the noodle shop owner. Because come on, a noodle shop? Here? In Piltover? Sounded too poor to be here of all places. "Mmm."
Caitlyn leaned in, whispering again, "He doesn't recognize us. Or, maybe, he thinks we're Enforcers?"
"I think so," Vi whispered back. "But he should recognize us. You're the damn Sheriff of Piltover. And I'm…well, me."
"Could be from outside the city," Caitlyn guessed. "Or he just doesn't keep up with politics and criminals."
"Or he's lying."
They both turned slightly to watch Matias cheerfully chopping scallions behind the counter, humming some tune under his breath.
"Doesn't feel like he's lying," Caitlyn said.
Vi grunted. "That's what makes it worse."
"So…we stick with the plan?"
Vi nodded. "Tell him we're Enforcers. Tracking a thief. Fell from the roof. Make it sound official and exciting."
"Got it." Caitlyn stood up and walked over to the counter. She put her elbows down, not intentionally being alluring yet doing it anyway. "Hi, uh—Matias? We just wanted to explain what happened."
Matias looked over his shoulder, smiling. "You don't have to, you know. I've seen stranger."
"I'm sure. But just to be clear, we're Enforcers. From Piltover. We were chasing a suspect across the rooftops when we slipped during the storm."
Matias blinked, then nodded, no trace of suspicion. "That makes sense. You both had that…look."
"What look?"
"The 'I-don't-have-time-for-your-bullshit' look. Classic Enforcer." A beat passed and he laughed. "A joke, by the way. I hope I don't get arrested for that."
"You won't," Caitlyn assured.
Vi chuckled in spite of herself.
"Well," Matias continued, turning off the burner, "you're safe here. You can stay as long as you like. I owe the Enforcers a lot. They…helped me out when I was younger." He headed over to the staircase connecting the restaurant to his personal home. He called the girls over with a gesture, "I'll get the baths ready. I undid the locks too, so feel free to walk wherever you want."
The moment he was out of earshot, Vi turned to Caitlyn. "Okay, what the hell is with this guy?"
Caitlyn sighed and lowered herself back into the chair. "He's too nice. No one's this nice."
"I don't trust it."
"But we kind of have to." Caitlyn stared at the food. "We were sent to prison, starved for two days, went to court, and were about to be found guilty when we escaped. We have nothing on us. We have to be patient."
"I know, I know," Vi grumbled.
Caitlyn looked down at her soup, then at Vi. "No weapons. No HexTech. Not even comms. Our next order of business will be getting supplies. And no, I will not accept stealing from this man in particular. It will only make our situation worse. We need to be inconspicuous."
"I know," Vi said, sharper than she intended. She exhaled. "I know."
They sat in silence for a few seconds.
They heard footsteps coming back down the staircase.
Matias poked his head around the corner. "Alright, ladies! Bath's ready—clean towels and all!" He gave a thumbs-up and vanished again.
Caitlyn looked at Vi and cracked a smile. "Ladies first?"
Vi rolled her eyes, albeit with a certain charming smirk. "Ha. Ha."
***
Shower done.
Vi exited barefoot onto the hardwood of the living room, hair damp, a towel slung lazily over her shoulder. The borrowed tank top hugged her athletic frame, clinging to her still-warm skin, and the shorts Matias had offered hung low on her hips. She didn't bother tying them tighter. She was exhausted, and frankly, kind of enjoying the comfort.
Caitlyn followed a minute later, wrapped in an oversized cream sweater that fell past her thighs and almost covered everything. Almost. Her long legs were exposed, bare, and smooth. She had no choice but to skip panties too. The sweater dipped slightly off one shoulder, revealing a tease of her collarbone and the top swell of her chest. Matias might have been the same height, but as a man, he was broader. In general, Caitlyn was a half-buxom, half-slender figure with flared hips, a big bust, and a not so wide stature. Her walk was unhurried, confident. Even in a stranger's home, barefoot and half-dressed, Caitlyn carried herself like she owned the room.
Well, sort-of. With Vi, being naked and hot was no issue but in a stranger's home. She slowly heated up.
Vi hopped onto a couch, arms wide, and gave a low whistle, acting like a catcaller. "Too much shoulder, don't you think Kiramman?"
Caitlyn shot her a look, cheeks flushing as she tugged the sweater down a little. "I didn't realize how short this thing was."
"I'm not complaining," Vi said, smirking.
They didn't have time to flirt much further. Matias came out of the kitchen, carrying two bowls of a tray with drinks—juice and something faintly sweet-smelling. He was dressed down now too, just sweats and a T-shirt. Still, he paused just a beat too long when he spotted Caitlyn on the couch. She was tugging on his bastard of a sweater.
"Dinner is served," Matias said quickly, clearing his throat and trying very hard to maintain eye contact.
Vi reached over and took one of the slices of shaddock. "Mm, nice!"
"Have a friend who grows them fresh," Matias said, grinning with pride. "By the way, there's a spare room down the hall. You two can crash there tonight. Sheets are clean."
Matias' place was large with a huge living room where the staircase down to the restaurant was placed, a hallway to three rooms, and a couple bathrooms too. Hell, there was an attic too. He must have made good money from his noodle shop if he could own something like this in Sidereal Avenue of all streets.
Caitlyn nodded, accepting her own bowl of fruits, careful not to flash anything. "Thanks again. You've been…incredibly generous."
"Yeah," Vi added. "Really, really appreciate it."
At times like this, it was better to be overly friendly than suspicious. Play it smart, like Vander, Vi thought.
"Like I said, Enforcers did right by me once. Feels good to return the favor. By the way, I hope you don't me asking…" he glanced between them, "are you two together?"
Vi raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"
"I mean…are you dating?" Matias asked, suddenly sheepish. "Sorry, none of my business. Just—you've got a vibe."
Caitlyn nearly choked on her mango bite. Vi gave a bark of laughter.
"Always a vibe, huh?" Vi remarked, slapping her thigh. "Well…" Her eyes flicked to Caitlyn, who shot her a side-glare. "It's complicated."
"We broke up," Caitlyn stated bluntly.
"Ehhh." Vi made a half-half gesture with a hand. "Not really. She confessed right after."
"We were…ugh! Whatever." Back to food it was for Caitlyn.
"Well," Matias said, chuckling, "complicated seems to be the name of the dating scene these days." He stretched, then rubbed his face. "I've got an early start tomorrow. You're welcome to stay as long as you need. Oh, but if you want to talk to some Enforcers, I can—"
"No need," Caitlyn said hurriedly. "We're undercover, you see. Best if you leave us alone and all that."
"Oh, okay then. Got it, cool. Do you mind if I head to bed?"
"Oh, sure."
This dude…
With a small smile, he disappeared into the hallway and his bedroom, shutting the door quietly behind him. The room fell into a calm silence, broken only by the hum of the storm outside and their own munching.
Caitlyn tucked her legs under her on the couch. "Well…he really doesn't suspect anything."
Vi dried her hair with the towel. "That or he's playing the long game."
"You really think that?"
"I don't know," Vi muttered. "But I'm gonna find out."
"Huh?"
"Just wait till he's asleep."
Two hours passed. Vi wanted to be careful. Once they made sure he was asleep (which, come on, when a bunch of strangers were in your home should have been the dumbest thing ever), Vi crept to the latter leading to the attic. It was tucked in the left corner of the living room. A not so obvious secret.
"Lookie here."
The attic was a cluttered office-slash-storage space. Bookshelves, boxes, and a desk. The Zaunite ducked in and started rummaging.
Caitlyn followed moments later, arms crossed. "Vi…"
"Don't start."
"This is crossing a line."
Vi shot her a look. "We've already crossed it. We're fugitives with no tech, no weapons, no backup. You wanna play ethical while we sleep in some stranger's house with a noodle addiction and a suspicious amount of generosity?"
Caitlyn hesitated.
"Exactly," Vi said, turning back to a drawer. "I'm just being cautious."
Vi rifled through some papers, then paused. She pulled something out. A photo album. It was old, leather-bound with edges worn. She opened it, thumbing through pages of photos. Most of them faded with kids and adults. A lot of smiles too. A few old Polaroids that did not remind either of them of Piltover.
"Hold up…" Vi said slowly. "This is Zaun. Look, greenlight signs, that rusted stairwell design. He's from Zaun."
Caitlyn leaned over her shoulder, eyes widening. "Wait, you're right. And that looks like a migration checkpoint."
Vi turned another page. More photos. A slightly younger Matias, maybe fourteen or fourteen, standing beside an Enforcer in standard-issue armor. The same Enforcer showed up a few times, even out of uniform. In one photo, they were laughing over noodles in a kitchen, arms around each other like family.
"He was taken in," Caitlyn said softly. "This Enforcer… they must've smuggled him up here. Raised him, maybe."
Vi whistled under her breath. "So when he said he owed the Enforcers, he meant it."
Caitlyn stared at the image for a long moment, then frowned. "Wait. That badge, see it? That's a Division-3 senior. I recognize the insignia." The former Enforcer was silent for a moment, then her eyes widened. "I knew her. Officer Thaleen. She passed away four years ago. Old age. I remember reading her records, she was always the charitable type. Too nice for her own good."
Vi closed the book slowly. "So Matias grew up in Piltover, but he's Zaun-born. That's why he talks like a top-sider but doesn't flinch around us."
"Wait, you think…?"
"Once a Zaun, always a Zaun. He's probably pretending not to know for our sake." Vi then considered it. "Probably. Maybe."
"I mean, he's been raised here so maybe he's rusty or something."
Vi stared at the pictures some more. He lived a good life, but he didn't move until he was twelve or so. Twelve years of his life was spent in Zaun. Judging by his looks, that was half of his life. The muscular woman sucked in a breath and placed the album down gently. "Well, now we know. If he turns us in, we've got something to leverage."
Caitlyn bit her bottom lip. "That feels wrong."
Vi's voice softened. "I know. But we're not here on vacation. We can't afford to be naive."
A beat passed between them. Caitlyn looked down. "Let's just not make a habit of it."
Vi gave a small nod. "Deal."
They climbed down the ladder back down toward the living room. The photo album stayed on the desk. Closed. But not forgotten.
***
That morning, the storm left Piltover. Vi had planned to scout the block, just a loop around the shop to make sure no one was sniffing too close. She'd even tied up her hair upon Caitlyn's insistence. Hoodies wouldn't work in Piltover, a disguise in Piltover had to be an actual disguise. Not darkness and coverage. Vi slipped on an old coat Matias loaned her. But halfway down the narrow back staircase, she heard it—voices, clipped and too clean. Not neighborhood chatter.
'Enforcers. Shit, shit…!'
Her feet froze on the steps and she retreated. She dropped into what might have seemed like a push, lowering herself further to press her ear down and listen.
"You sure you haven't seen anyone strange? Two people. One's tall, blue hair. The other's got pink hair, lots of muscle. Kind of a…punch first, ask later type," one of the officers said, half-laughing.
Vi's heart sank. That was them, no mistaking it.
Matias scratched his head. "Strange people? Maybe. I did have a couple stop in last night."
Vi's breath hitched. 'No no no—!'
Caitlyn was asleep and it was only six o'clock. This was bad!
"But," Matias continued with a light chuckle, "they seemed chill. Didn't throw punches or steal anything. One of 'em even complimented the broth. Honestly, you lot describe half the undercity with those details."
The Enforcers laughed.
"Yeah, fair," an Enforcer said. "Sounds like you just met another pair of hungry weirdos. We'll keep looking. Probably hiding in the docks. This was more a longshot."
"Be safe out there," Matias said cheerfully, waving as they walked off.
Vi leaned back against the wall, heart thudding. 'What the hell was that?'
She couldn't tell if he'd just played the Enforcers…or if he believed the whole shit about them being undercover. Either way, he'd just lied to cops for them. That counted for something.
Fifteen minutes later, long after the Enforcers left, she walked down the stairs into the shop's rear. Matias glanced up from the grill.
"You're up early," Matias said. "Coffee?"
Vi put her hands into her—well, his coat, technically. She was trying to play it casual. "I suppose you're used to Enforcers, eh?"
"Oh, you heard? Half my customers are Enforcers with too much time on their hands. You learn to laugh with 'em and keep your head down."
"Gotcha, gotcha." That didn't answer her concerns if she was being frank. The silence stretched on too long and wanting to go outside with potential Enforcers outside in a short ponytail suddenly seemed too risky. Better to wait for things to cool down.
So…if she couldn't scout, then what could Vi do?
"Need help today?"
Matias grinned. "Ooh, I could use it!"
***
Okay. So. Training with Vander? She loved that shit. She loved sweating and bleeding. It made her…feel like her.
So Vi expected store work to be easy. It wasn't, and suddenly, she held a begrudging respect for Matias.
By midday, Vi was sweaty, sore, and still had three table numbers jumbled in her head. Matias ran the entire noodle shop like a one-man army. He chopped, stirred, grilled, poured, all with a rhythm that somehow kept up with the endless orders.
Vi's job became "the muscle," as he jokingly called it: server, busser, occasional table charm. She cracked jokes with customers, carried plates with sizzling pork buns, and wiped down counters faster than she thought she could. The regulars warmed up to her fast, probably helped by the fact she looked like she could snap a countertop in two. As for the Enforcers, the white chef hat did wonders. They did not recognize her at all.
'Maybe it's the stupidity of it. Why would a criminal be cleaning tables in the one place with the highest number of Enforcers.'
Matias was just…amazing. The guy moved with a kind of effortless purpose. His shirt clung to his back with sweat, hair messily pushed back. He was focused, efficient, and damned good at what he did. Damn good looking too.
Vi caught herself watching him when he wasn't looking. Yeah, sweaty. But kind of hot too. It wasn't just the arms or the jawline, it was the capability. Being capable of attractive, come on.
Evening come upon them and everything ended after the rush. Matias did not sit and simply sipped on cold tea, catching his breath.
"You survive?" he asked, wiping sweat from his forehead.
"Barely," Vi replied, huffing. She had to sit, her legs were dying. "Pretty sure I've got permanent noodle smell now."
"Gives you character."
Vii smirked. "I got enough character. What I don't have is any idea how you do this alone."
"You get used to it. Don't underestimate the little people."
Vi crossed her legs and cupped her cheek, smirking. Behind the counter, sitting and just with the two of them, the heat was a comfortable sweat. "Come on, there's gotta be a secret."
"No secret, no secret. And I'm sure you'd do better if you weren't recovering."
"Trust me, this shit wouldn't be easy even if I was at full power. Punches don't mean anything to an old lady who's been waiting for her soup for a minute too long."
"Look at that, attentive! And caring. And superhumanly fast."
"Now you're just flirting."
"I'm serious, you should work under me, Vi."
Vi grinned. Her? Work here? As if. But she didn't mind playing along. "Depends on the benefits package."
"Free soup?"
"Tempting."
That was when Caitlyn walked down the stairs.
She was still in Matias' oversized sweater, legs bare and still no panties. Vi could tell. She scanned the place slowly and waved at her partner.
Vi perked up. "Hey, you finally crawled out of your room."
Caitlyn gave her a look, then glanced at Matias. "Just reading. Thought I'd check in."
Matias waved. "You're lucky. She's got good instincts." He pointed at Vi. "Picked up the noodle flow faster than half the part-timers I've had."
"I'm sure," Caitlyn said, neutral.
Vi wiped her hands and motioned her to the back. "Quick word?"
They slipped into the stockroom, behind crates of rice and boxes of spice tins.
"So?" Vi asked.
Caitlyn held up the journal. "Officer Thaleen wrote a lot. Not about Matias specifically, but enough. She didn't just raise him, she trained him. He was supposed to become a junior Enforcer. Didn't work out."
"Why?"
"Too nice."
Vi snorted.
"And the officer got sick and retired before she could push for his employment."
Vi nodded slowly. "That tracks. Makes sense why he respects the badge, even now. And his body."
"...body?"
Vi pretended she didn't flush. "He's pretty ripped under there and he had a good sense of balance. Didn't fall once, even when he had a whole stack of bowls and plates."
"Okay…well, that's not the big thing," Caitlyn whispered. "Officer Thaleen left him a safe. Hidden under a loose plank in the shop floor. I-I don't know which one but I assume he does. It's for emergencies only. Weapons a-and probably comms too."
Vi raised a brow. "Damn. So we've got a potential arsenal ten feet from the noodle pots."
"Exactly."
Vi leaned back against the wall. "So what's our move?"
Caitlyn's expression hardened. "We earn his trust. Fast. We need access to that safe. If things go bad, it might be our only shot at fighting back."
Vi nodded. "And we're sitting ducks without HexTech."
"Matias doesn't know who we are. But he does think we're Enforcers. That gives us a chance to build rapport."
Vi looked toward the kitchen. "You think he'd give us the code?"
"Probably. Maybe. They're emergencies and one of her last words, so…"
"Scouting is out of the question too. Today alone I served twelve Enforcers."
"W-wait—!?"
"Don't worry," Vi put a hand to Caitlyn's lips, "they didn't recognize me. Bounced around too much to get a good look and I put on a posh accent."
"You mean my accent?"
"Yep. It worked. Look, point is, there's too many out there for us to beat up. We got lucky and lucky, we found Matias but we're in the one street that is super high on alert."
"It's the one street they can't afford to be in chaos," Caitlyn muttered.
"Exactly. So I'll keep working," Vi said. "I think he likes me."
Caitlyn rolled her eyes. "Of course he does."
Vi grinned. "Can't help it if I've got charm."
"You've got something, alright," Caitlyn muttered. "Just don't get distracted."
Vi's expression shifted, more serious now. "Hey. I know what we're doing. He's kind. Honest. But we have to survive. If we need that safe, we'll get it."
Caitlyn hesitated. "Even if it means lying to him?"
Vi grimaced. "Yeah. Even then."
They shared a quiet moment and couldn't quite look at each other. Then they stepped out, back into the glow of the kitchen.
Matias stood at the sink, humming, scrubbing a massive pot, blissfully unaware.
***
Day two of hiding out.
It was early morning, five o'clock. The noodle shop opened up at six or seven depending on the day. Caitlyn walked into the living room with a cup of tea and the softest expression she could muster. Vi decided to go down and open up the shop and maybe do some scouting. Maybe. Caitlyn told her not to do anything stupid. Like Vi would listen.
That left Caitlyn with her moment with Matias. She didn't tell Vi.
Matias was lounging on the couch, feet propped up, reading a newspaper. He looked up as Caitlyn approached.
"Hey," Caitlyn greeted smoothly. "Mind if I join you?"
He gestured to the seat across from him. "Always."
She sat down, folding her legs under her, sweater slipping a little off one shoulder. They hadn't been able to find new clothes yet, because, well, they couldn't leave and they weren't sure how to tell Matias to get clothes for them. It'd seem suspicious if they couldn't even go get their own clothes, right? So it was better to pretend Caitlyn enjoyed wearing hoodies and going commando.
She didn't. But, again, they had no choice.
"So…" Caitlyn began, sipping her tea, "I've seen photos of a woman. Your mother, I presume?"
At just the mention of her, Matias lit up.
"Not my mother, but…yeah, she was."
"An Enforcer too?"
"Yep! Tough as nails but kind. The kind of person who'd scold you for bleeding but patch you up anyway. She, uh…adopted me. I was lucky."
Caitlyn smiled genuinely. "I can see that. I also presume you inherited this place from her?"
"Yes, yes! You're observant, aren't you? But yeah, this was her family's shop, actually. She became an Enforcer and never had kids so she gave it to me when she passed. When she wasn't on patrol, she taught me how to run the place."
"And to fight?" Caitlyn tried to buy an excuse for her prodding. "My family was also full of Enforcers."
"Haha, then you know. If I ever had to hit someone, I should make sure they stayed down. That was what she said."
A chuckle from the Kiramman. "My family was the same."
Not…really.
As he kept talking, full of warmth and nostalgia, Caitlyn leaned slightly forward, reaching for her tea, and the fabric hiked up just a little higher. Matias' gaze faltered for a split second—eyes flickering downward—before snapping back up.
She caught it. She drank her tea and then she pushed just a little more. She adjusted her posture, raising her arms to stretch casually, letting the hoodie lift nearly to her navel. No shorts. No underwear. Creamy, long legs out and nude.
Then Caitlyn Kiramman recrossed her legs.
Pussy fully out.
Matias' voice cracked mid-sentence. He coughed, turning his head sharply. "Excuse me—uh, I—I need to use the bathroom. Be right back."
He bolted like a man escaping a burning building. As the bathroom door clicked shut, Caitlyn slumped back, face flushed with color.
"Damn it," Caitlyn whispered, yanking the sweater back down over herself. "Too far."
Caitlyn sipped her tea in silence, heat crawling up her cheeks. She was supposed to be the elegant one, the calm one. That little stunt was…well, let's just say her pride took a small but critical blow.
They needed his truth. They needed the safe.
***
Later that day, Vi took her shot.
She'd been quiet about her own approach. Hadn't mentioned a thing to Caitlyn, but she had a plan. She was going all in.
From the guest room, she called out with perfect timing, just as she heard Matias walking past.
"Hey, Matias? Mind helping me out real quick?"
The door opened hesitantly. "Yeah?"
He stepped in, then froze.
Vi stood near the window, bathed in daylight, completely nude except for a loose towel draped around her shoulders like a cape. The rest of her was bare, solid muscle, not-so-smooth skin, and the dripping arrogance of someone who knew they looked good.
The side of her breasts, her thighs, and the tiniest hint of her pussy. It was a towel that did not help as much as it should have.
Vi beckoned him over with a sultry finger. "Sorry about all this. See, Cait, she's an amazing sewer," complete lie, "and she's gonna thread me some clothes."
Matias opened his mouth. Nothing came out.
"Problem is—" the hot Zaunite dropped the towel. Her tits were suddenly out and she held up a measuring tape she'd swiped from a drawer, "I've dropped weight. You'll need my new measurements."
How the fuck was somebody supposed to react Violet "Hot Prison Girl With Tattoos and Scars" Vi. For a hot-blooded male, it was an instinct that shot down his soul.
Vi sauntered up to him and placed the tape gently in his hand.
He blinked. "Vi, I—uh—I don't—"
"Relax," Vi said, lips twitching. "You're doing me a favor. Just start with the bust."
Matias stood frozen, the measuring tape dangling limply from his fingers. His eyes flicked down to Vi's bare chest, then snapped back up to her face, his cheeks flushing a deep crimson. She smirked, her lips curling with a mix of mischief and confidence.
"Relax," she repeated, like honey poured over gravel. "It's just measurements. And tits. Not a big deal for a big boy like you."
Big boy. Fuuck, when Vi said it, it naturally got Matias' blood rushing. He swallowed hard, his throat dry. "Uh… right. Bust. Got it."
He took one step and Vi decided to tease by poking his chest. "You're not gonna faint on me, are you? Big guy like you?"
Matias shook his head quickly, his dark hair falling into his eyes. "No. No, I'm good. Just… uh… let's do this."
Violet. Vi. Pink hair, alluring, dominant, the type that every man wanted to fuck but knew they couldn't.
Except for Matias. His balls were churning. Vi could tell. Her years of understanding/beating/killing the human body weren't for nothing.
This man was attracted to her.
Vi tilted her head slightly, her gaze never leaving his as he fumbled with the tape. His hands trembled as he brought it up to her chest, his fingers brushing against the soft curve of her breast. She didn't flinch, didn't move away. Instead, she leaned in ever so slightly, her breath warm against his neck.
"Careful," Vi murmured, her voice a whisper that sent shivers down his spine. "Don't pull too tight. I like my clothes snug, not suffocating."
Matias nodded, his pulse racing as he wrapped the tape around her. His thumb grazed her nipples. He tried to focus on the numbers.
"Thirty-six," he muttered.
"Double sure?"
He checked again. He had to go around her a little, thumb and index finger on her underboob. "Y-yeah. Thirty-six."
Vi's lips twitched. "Good. Now the waist."
He moved the tape lower, his hands hovering just above her hips. She shifted slightly, her body pressing closer to his. Her shower scent was all over her, surprisingly musk, earthy, with a hint of something sweet. His fingers brushed against her skin again and he felt a jolt of electricity shoot through him and down to his crotch.
"Twenty-four," he said, his voice strained.
Vi's eyes gleamed. This was working. "Perfect. Now the hips. You better do it from the back."
"S-sure."
Matias hesitated, his gaze dropping to her lower half. Her hips were wide, curving out in a way that made his mouth go dry. He had never done this so he listened. He went behind her and measured from there. He was taller so he had to drop his knees. The fabric of his pants felt uncomfortably tight and he shifted his weight, trying to ease the pressure.
Vi noticed. Of course she did. She leaned back against him, her ass pressing into his crotch. He froze, his breath catching in his throat. She was warm, firm, and unbelievably soft all at once. Her ass was round and full, the muscles beneath toned from years of fighting and training. It was the kind of ass that could stop traffic, and Matias was completely at its mercy.
"Closer. Higher," Vi purred, her voice dripping with mock innocence. "You need to see the numbers, right?"
Matias nodded dumbly, his hands tightening on the tape. He leaned in, his dick pressed flush against hers. He could feel every curve, every inch of her against him. His cock twitched, straining against the fabric of his pants, and he bit back a groan.
Vi smirked, grinding against him ever so slightly. "Thirty-eight," she said. "I see it. Did you?"
"Y-yeah." He lied. His jaw was clenched tight. He could feel the heat building in his balls, the pressure becoming almost unbearable. He needed to get out of there before he did something he'd regret.
Vi gave mercy, taking two steps forward, not looking back, and grabbing her towel. No need to look at his throbbing boner. She knew she had him. Casually, as she wrapped herself, Vi remarked, "Thanks, Matias. You're a lifesaver."
"N-no problem. Hopes this helps Caitlyn!"
She turned on her heel, wanting a good look at his cock. Alas, Matias all but sprinted from the room, muttering apologies and bumping into the doorframe on the way out.
As he hurried down the hallway, he could still feel the heat of her body against his, the memory of her ass grinding into him burned into his mind. His cock throbbed painfully, and he knew he wasn't going to last much longer.
Vi watched him go, a satisfied smirk playing on her lips. "Don't need to see it to feel it. It worked."
She turned back to the window, the sunlight streaming in and highlighting every curve of her body. She stretched lazily, her muscles flexing beneath her skin. This had been fun, but it was only the beginning
Matias stumbled into the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind him. He leaned against the sink, his breathing ragged. His cock was rock hard, straining against the fabric of his pants. He could still feel Vi's body against his, the memory of her ass grinding into him driving him wild.
He reached down, his fingers trembling as he undid his belt. He needed relief, and he needed it now.
It was impossible. Man or woman, it was impossible to shake away the image of Vi standing there, completely naked and utterly confident and…and…
Coming onto him!
Matias stared down at his raging member and the red tint it had taken on. Vi…
She was dangerous, sexy, and his balls couldn't wait to pour a load down her pussy.
"C-calm down, Matias. Maybe…maybe she was just being weird."
Maybe?
As if.
***
Indeed, Matias very quickly realized there was no weirdness or maybe. Vi was coming onto him.
The young woman of twenty-four years had always been comfortable in her own skin. Modesty wasn't exactly in her nature. Growing up in Zaun, crammed into tight spaces and chaotic bunk rooms, there wasn't time or space to be precious about nudity. If people had a problem, that was their problem.
So when she started showing up to breakfast in nothing but an old towel or walking around his home shirtless while drying her hair, she expected the occasional reaction.
She lived for it, actually.
Matias, bless his awkward soul, handled it with the patience of a monk and the panic of a teenager. He'd flinch, blink rapidly, smile like everything was normal, and go back to whatever he was doing, boiling broth, folding napkins, or adjusting his pants.
Vi would saunter by the kitchen in shorts that barely clung to her hips and no shirt, arms up in a stretch that was absolutely not necessary.
"You good, Matias?" she'd ask casually, glancing back.
"Y-yeah. Just…getting ready for the day and, uh, lost a spatula," he'd mutter, face red.
Work was somehow worse.
Sometimes she'd lean over the counter on purpose to reach for something, making sure her back and toned ass was arched just so. The first time she did it, Matias dropped an entire bowl of chopped green onions.
"Oops," Vi said, not even bothering to hide the grin on her face. "Clumsy today."
"I-it's okay."
Truth was, teasing him was fun. Harmless, sure, but fun. He was sweet. Too sweet. The kind of sweet that didn't exist in Zaun. She liked getting under his skin, making him squirm a little. And even Caitlyn had noticed.
"Are you seriously trying to get him to crush on you!?" Caitlyn had whispered one night.
Vi just smirked. "We don't have time, so yeah."
"Sex appeal isn't everything! It won't work."
Hypocritical considering Caitlyn secretly tried it too. Then again, she was coming from an angle where she seemingly failed. Seemingly.
"Isn't it?"
But everything changed one evening.
Matias had just finished closing the shop, sweat glistening at his collar.
"Hey, Vi, mind if you finish up washing the dishes?"
"Sure, sure. Where ya going?"
"Shower."
Matias stretched, walked up the stairs to get to the upper floor home, and headed toward the bathroom at the end of the hallway.
Vi, grinning, decided it was time to escalate. Just a little.
She washed the dishes as quickly as she could and then ran up the stairs. Caitlyn was asleep. The woman needed her beauty sleep. Vi could get away with this with zero repercussions.
She waited until she heard the water running, then knocked once on the half-closed door. "Yo, Matias, you in there?"
"Yeah?" came his voice over the sound of the tap. Ooh, she heard it! The crack of anxiety!
Vi pushed the door open a crack, smirking. "Don't mind me, just—"
And stopped cold.
There he was.
Naked.
Full-frontal. Water showered over him. He was standing in the shower, hands through his suddenly majestic brown hair, and everything was right there.
Vi's smirk vanished. Her face did something it hadn't done in years, it went completely crimson. Her mind stopped. Her eyes locked. Her confidence crumbled like a brittle biscuit.
"Ohmygod—I—sorry—!" Vi blurted, voice cracking halfway through. She slammed the door shut and backed away like she'd just looked into the sun.
She turned, slapped both hands to her face, and staggered her head into the hallway wall.
'What the hell was that?!'
Her heart was pounding like she'd just sprinted from a Chembaron's goons. She wasn't shy. She'd seen naked bodies before, plenty in prison. And she sure as hell didn't blush when she walked around naked.
But this?
This hit different.
"Holy shit, holy shit, that was his cock!?"
She didn't see it before; she saw it now.
She remembered she once got her ass smacked in the shower by a eight-foot tall behemoth of a man. He had the biggest penis she had ever seen. The behemoth arrogantly thought she'd fuck him for his size alone, so she twisted his nutsack and told him to leave her alone.
Noodle boy was bigger. Somehow. He was ten inches flaccid a-and as thick as her fucking wrist! He wasn't even hard yet!
Then there was his face. His mild surprise, like he hadn't realize she saw.
There was something about the fact that he hadn't meant to be seen. That he wasn't trying to show off. That he was just there, unbothered, real, and way too hung to be working in a noodle shop. Because yes, that bastard was hung like a damn horse. It was a schlong that was slightly beige in colour and very much dangling. Hanging.
So many words. So many thoughts. Vi pushed her head off the wall and decided to cool down down at the noodle shower.
"I never understood the term hung until now," Vi murmured.
The image of the monster schlong was burned into her brain.
"Okay, Vi. Get it together. It's just a guy."
She rubbed her face as she went down the stairs. Her ears still burned. For once, no witty comeback and no teasing. Just panic and a high-pitched apology that made her sound like a…
Like some girl.
"Great," Vi muttered. "Real smooth."
She stopped. She closed her eyes and listened. Water splashed. She could almost hear Matias letting out a sigh, probably as flustered as she was.
'Seducing a cock like that…'
This was going to be something, alright.
***
It was officially day seven at Matias'. A week.
The storm outside battered the windows of Matias's small noodle shop, the sound of rain drowning out the world as Vi and Caitlyn huddled inside. Weeks had passed since Matias had taken them in, unaware of their identities or the chaos they were running from. And in those weeks, Vi had grown… interested. Matias was quiet, unassuming, but there was something about him that made her want to push his buttons, to see just what lay beneath that calm exterior.
Oh, and yes, his massive fucking schlong. Vi was thirty degrees interested in that.
Tonight, there was no work. Thunderstorms were going crazy this time of month. It was going to be loud. It was going to put Caitlyn to sleep.
It was going to be an opportunity for another strike. The door to the bathroom was unlocked. Matias was going to take a shower. After spending so much time living alone, he didn't bother to lock the door.
'Great for me!'
No hesitation and no time to react, she turned the knob and opened the door.
"Hello there~!"
"W-woah!"
Vi found herself leaning against the bathroom door frame. Matias was tall, shirtless, and had a rocking hot bod. Pants weren't off yet. Too bad.
"You gonna shower, Noodle Boy?" Vi asked. She'd taken to calling him that, a nickname that amused her more than it probably should have.
"Y-yes. Um…"
"Can I join?"
"Umm…" A woman like Vi? Matias gulped. "S-sure."
"Showers are great with a little company, no?"
Into the bathroom she went, closing the door behind her. Matias paused, his hands on the waistband of his pants, and for a moment, Vi thought she'd pushed too far. But then he chuckled, shaking his head.
"Y-yeah, it can be, uh, fun," he muttered, but there was no annoyance in his voice. If anything, he sounded… intrigued.
Vi took that as permission and started stripping off her own clothes. When she wanted something, she got it. Her tank top hit the floor, revealing the toned muscles of her torso, her breasts full and firm, her pink nipples already hardening in the cool air. She kicked off her pants, standing there in nothing but her black panties, watching Matias's eyes flicker over her body.
"Like what you see, Noodle Boy?"
Matias didn't answer, but his gaze lingered, and that was all the encouragement Vi needed. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties, sliding them down her legs and stepping out of them, completely bare now. Her pussy was neatly trimmed. Naturally, Vi and her cool six-pack was a testament to years of Zaun, prison fighting, and training.
Every curve, every muscle, and every scar made Vi who she was today.
Matias wasn't sure what to look at her: her thicc thighs which were made for battle, her delicious, tongue-wanting abs, or her lovely, narrow and sexy face.
"Not gonna look at my tits? I know they're no Caitlyn but they're a solid C-cup."
She made a show of it by groping her breasts, stretching them and showing how gropable and fuckable they were. This woman was taunting him. This woman wanted him. In that moment, she saw the bulge in his pants.
Step one of her plan was already working.
But then it was her turn to stare. As Matias finally pulled down his pants, Vi's eyes widened. She saw it once so she thought she wouldn't show surprise again. She was wrong.
'Holy shit.'
Men. They meant nothing to her. Seeing their feeble ball bags in prison served to intensify her yuck. A kick to their precious sack and they were down. A touch and their sausages got rock hard. The male specimen, she was attracted to them, but she just didn't care for them.
Thwap!
She licked her lips.
She did care for this.
Even flaccid, his cock was massive. Thick and heavy, it hung between his legs, easily ten inches long, the head already starting to swell as blood rushed to it. Vi couldn't help herself, she let out a low whistle. Her eyes were glued and double-checked if she was dreaming. She wasn't.
"Well, Noodle Boy, looks like you've been holding out on me." Hands on her hips, there was a natural husk to her.
Matias chuckled, but there was a nervous edge to it now, his cheeks flushing red. His dick swayed. His balls swayed. Instincts told him to cover himself. To hide that amazing sack and weapon of mass pussy destruction. Her smirk grew.
"Don't jerk off often? Is that why your balls look so damn full?"
"N-not…"
"Or what? You're a healthy young man that jerks off at the regular?" Complete with eye contact and a smirk, she made a masturbation gesture. Hands in a loose underside grip and jerking it to and fro.
"Er…"
"My secret?" Vi walked up to him, all casual and smirking. She went around him, checking out his tight ass and double-checking that she could see his dong from behind. She whistled. Impressive. "I finger myself every night. Got a super high libido, ya know?" She said as she returned in front of him. She cocked his head, trying to be all cute.
"Not exactly something I advertise," he muttered, but Vi wasn't listening. She reached out, her fingers brushing against his length, and he inhaled sharply.
What a twitch.
"V-Vi…" he breathed, but she cut him off with a grin.
"You're not getting off that easy," she said, her hand wrapping around him and giving him a slow, teasing stroke. "But I'll admit, I'd rather skip to the main event. Jerking you off is fun and all, but I really want to feel this inside me."
Matias swallowed thickly, his cock already hardening under her touch, growing even thicker, even longer. Vi's pussy clenched at the thought. Like walking a dog, she walked him to the shower stall. And while still holding it, she turned on the water. Under the water, she turned to face him. She smirked and released his cock. Vi inched closer until they were nearly kissing, face to face, her hands on his chest and her breasts pressed against his.
'After this, there's no way he won't trust me.'
"You're not scared, are you?" Vi asked, her voice a low purr as she looked up at him. Matias's hands slid down to her hips, his grip firm.
"Honestly? Not anymore," he replied. Vi smirked and her lips found his in a searing, aggressive kiss. Their tongues tangled, their bodies pressing together, the water cascading over them as the tension between them finally snapped.
Vi backed him against the wall, her hand wrapping around his cock again, stroking him as she kissed him with everything she had. Matias groaned into her mouth, his hands gripping her hips tightly, his cock throbbing in her hand. She broke the kiss and looked down.
"W-wow, what the hell!" She half-laughed, half-huffed. Her eyes were wide and thrilled. "What the fuck is this thing?"
A fourteen inch pipe that was pressed to his own stomach from sheer delight and excitement. Vi suddenly realized how short she was—or rather how fucking big his cock was, because it touched the underside of her breasts.
A five-foot-seven woman trying to dominate a six-foot-one male. She had the strength. But something inside her was telling her to submit.
Vi didn't. She refused. A rebel to the end, she jumped over, legs around his chest, and positioned herself over him, her pussy already wet and ready.
"You ready for this, Monster Cock?"
She was teasing, but—fuck, but Vi herself was trembling. Matias nodded, his eyes dark with lust, and Vi didn't wait another second. She sank down onto him in one smooth motion. The stretch was intense, his cock filling her in a way she'd never experienced before, and she let out a long, loud moan.
"F-fucking hell, Matias…! F-fuck! Fuck!"
The more inches that went down, the slower the smooth entry went. The louder she swore too.
"Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck—!"
Vi gasped. This…this was a cock. Her first cock. Not a toy—god, those things seemed feeble in comparison. She almost whimpered. H-how the fuck was this possible!? Vi didn't whimper!
"F-fuck! How deep does this thing go?"
In turn, Matias found her ridiculously tight. What else should a man expect from a woman with tight abs and muscles? Her pussy gripped him like an animal.
"Fucking heelll! This damn dick! N-no fucking wonder chicks love it! Fuuuck!"
How deep did he go? How deep could he go? Because the length kept fucking sliding in. Her pussy gripped more and more and her womb…
Fuck.
Suddenly, she could feel it. An end she didn't know existed. An end that felt SO fucking addicting to have kissed.
'Cooock! Cock! This fucking coccckk!'
Her eyes rolled back. She grinned. At long last, he was inside and at long last…she could fuck a man and not feel disgusted. She could fuck a man and feel pleasure in every capacity.
"Y-you're so tight, Vi!"
Step one: seducing Matias. Check. Step two: taking his cock fully inside. Check. Step three…
"I…" The grin on her face was animalistic. "...am going to fuck you until you're begging me to stop."
Wham!
Her ass schliicked five inches up and down bounced back down. There was no jiggle, this was a booty that was toned. This was a booty meant that was thicc and made of pure muscle. The same could be said for her cunt.
Vi was a rebel. Vi dominated. That was how she was and always would be.
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
"V-Vi, hold on—!"
"As if!"
Her grin and her base instincts were taking over. Her nails dug into his shoulders. Matias groaned, his hands gripping her hips tighter. Vi gasped. "F-fuck! This damn is already gonna make me—!"
She slowed down and rocked against him, still taking every inch of him inside her. The water poured over them, the sound of their skin slapping together echoing in the small room.
Vi was just riding this man. Fucking him like he was her husband and she was a horny, needy wife. Her head fell back, her moans growing louder.
"Holy fuck, holy fuck, holy fuuuuuck!"
T-this was it! This was fucking IT! This cock! This cockkkk!
Her thoughts and her voice were suddenly one. Her planes and her own desires blurred.
"I'M CUMMIIING~! YOUR FAT, FUCKING COCK IS MAKING ME ORGASM!!!"
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
Did she stop? Hell fucking no. Her hole, rearranged into an O-shape, was dripping with her needy juices. She wanted more.
"More, more, MORE! GIVE ME MORE COCCKKK!"
Poor Matias could only hold on. Vi was a monster in the sheets and a bigger monster in the sheets.
But he had to respond.
"Nnggh!"
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
"YES, YES, YESSS~! HNNGGHH~! DICK ME DOWN! DICK MY FUCKING PUSSY DOWN~!"
This wasn't submission, this was a challenge. As a man, he just had to respond. He grabbed her ass cheeks, gripped them tight, and hurled himself upward. His feet left the shower tiles. Vi's expression fundamentally changed.
"Oh fuck," she realized. She was cumming. Her world went white and all of a sudden—
"You're such a slut, aren't you! Coming onto me! Grinding your ass against my cock! Fuck, fuck!"
Matias was absolutely destroying her pussy. There was nothing like it. Fingers couldn't compare. Her world went white over and over again. Her legs—
SCHLAP—! SCHLAP—! SCHLAP—! SCHLAP—! SCHLAP—! SCHLAP—!
"Nggghhh~! M-Matias! You hung BASTTAAARD~!"
It was a miracle she was hanging on. It was a miracle she had the strength to keep him pinned to the wall. Legs around his waist and her fingers down on his shoulders, pushing him back, denying him complete dominance.
They looked each other in the eye until Vi could no longer.
"CUMMIIIIINNNNG—!"
Again and again. It didn't make sense, was cock just this fucking good? Did she deprive herself of heaven in prison?
No. No, she didn't. Matias, this hung bastard, was the only reason why this was as good as it was. Vi tightened up and slammed down on his dick.
"Ngggh~! Hgngghhh!" Her nostrils flared hard. Her cheeks were nearly as pink as her hair and her breasts jiggled. They weren't massive like Caitlyn yet they were perfect rubbing against his chest. "A-as if I'm going to lose! I won't! Not like this!"
Eye to eye once more. Competing once more. Fucking her pussy till it was a different shape entirely. That was what was happening.
"I-I can feel it! I can feel you, Matias!" The grin on her face was purely primal. "You're gonna cum soon~!"
His balls thrummed. Matias grunted, never breaking eye contact. This chick was right, he was. This might have been her first time with a cock but any rational being could deduce that the hot volcano pulsing inside her womb meant release. "You gonna sugarcoat my pussy, huh!? Then do it! Let's see if you can keep fucking me after that!"
Her hands decided to go from gripping his shoulders to hanging onto them. She smirked at him. She wanted him to give everything he had.
With every thrust, she gasped. With every thrust, her smirk grew. With her every thrust, she felt her self-control slipping and her eyes rolling back.
"This cock… you're fucking destroying me, Monster Cock!"
Raw and desperate. She never thought a man's dick could ever do this to him yet here he was. Vi could feel herself losing control, her hole tightening around him, the pleasure unbearable.
"MATIIIAS! MATIAS!!! YOU STUD! YOUR BIG FUCKING COCK IS MAKING ME—" A hiccup in the form of a gasp. "CUMMIIIINNNG~!"
Her orgasm hit her like a freight train. She couldn't hold on anymore. Luckily for her, the man that she was fucking could lift her weight no problem. Gripping her ass, balls-deep, and with a mass inside her that was more than capable of keeping her upright. She didn't hear him announce it. Maybe he did, maybe he didn't. Regardless, the next white space was accompanied by a warm filling.
'He's cumming inside.'
Inside.
Every woman in Zaun was taught not to let a man stay inside them for too long. Now, Vi understood why. And how. And why so many women got pregnant.
It was addicting. Having his cock pulse and burst her walls with cum. Having a sticky, warm liquid fill her up and make her womb tighten and moan. It was like she was made for this.
Vi didn't realize she passed out for a good minute until one last spurt of cum blasted her womb. She didn't realize that Matias held her close, his cock still buried deep inside her, the water washing over them.
"H-hey, you awake? You were gone there for a second."
What a gentle voice. Vi could feel her strength returning simply in wanting to obey it. She smirked, her legs suddenly wrapping around his waist.
"Well, Noodle Boy, can't really stand upright when I have the biggest cock in history plugging up my cunt, can I?"
He smiled, relieved to hear her full confidence. "Still want to call me that?" he asked, his voice teasing. Vi smirked and wrapped her arms around him. God, she felt like such a girl.
"Nah, you're right." She inched closer, lips almost touching. "You're definitely Monster Cock from now on."
She could feel him throbbing inside and all that sticky cum leaking out. Vicious and in a slow, greedy slush. Her pussylips were painted white.
As though instincts were taking over, she rose her ass, grabbed the base of the monster cock, and slipped it out. He was still fully hard and dripping. Peering down her shoulder, she smirked.
"Well, well, well…"
The shower cleaned up the fluids. So this wasn't a matter of cleaning. This was just a feeling. A need.
Her feet planted against the wall and she proceeded to back-flip off of him. Matias recoiled in shock. Even after draining his balls inside her, she still had him pressed to the wall. Vi planned to keep that way. She dropped to her knees, the water cascading over her toned body, and crawled over like a slut.
'In all that is holy and smoky, this thing looks ferocious,' she thought, her mouth watering at the sight of it. Flaccid, it was already the biggest monster she had ever seen—but fully hard, it was a weapon of pure lust. Face to face with it, it couldn't be compared. No toy or man could compare to this thing.
"Uh, Vi?"
"Don't worry, oral is oral. Man or woman," she clicked her tongue, "it's all about making the other party wanting more."
One final smirk.
"I told you, I'm going to make you beg to want more."
Her lips parted and she took the tip into her mouth. Should she use her tongue? No. No, this was going to be raw. This was going to be how tight her throat was. Matias groaned, his hands instinctively tangling in her pink hair.
Vi's eyes flicked up to meet his, a spark of defiance in her gaze. She grabbed the base of his cock with one hand, squeezing lightly, and took more of him into her mouth. She gagged slightly, her throat stretching to accommodate his girth, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she pushed herself further, taking him deeper and deeper.
"Mmmffph!"
'Just how much is there!?'
She didn't think, she just did. That was Vi's principle. Keeping pushing unless there's nothing left to push. The warrior born in Zaun did just that, her nose brushing against the coarse hair at his base. Her other hand slid between her legs, her fingers teasing her own cunt.
Matias' grip tightened in her hair. Vi made eye contact again. She had fully deepthroated him. What was next?
"That's up to you."
Okay. "Okay," he heaved out. The young man began to thrust into her mouth, his movements slow at first, then more forceful. "Take it," he commanded. "All of it."
He kept thrusting. Vi kept taking. She was here for his satisfaction. That was what oral was all about.
Her eyes watered as those fourteen inches pounded at her throat. It was a tight fit. Drool spilled down her chin, mixing with the water from the shower, but she didn't stop. Her body was on fire, every nerve alive with the challenge of pleasing him. Her fingers worked faster between her legs, her hips rocking slightly.
Her fingers, they weren't enough. She wanted more. She wanted his cock inside. Only way that was happening now was by getting him to cum right here and now.
'I'm going to please him—!'
The cumshots came out of nowhere. Matias must have either not expected it because he grunted and slammed his balls against her chin. He put in everything and just made her swallow.
For him, she did it. She forcibly swallowed every last splash of his baby batter.
"Hngghhh!"
Vi didn't realize how fucking much he had in him. He nutted for a solid minute before stopping, sighing in relief, and then pulling out.
His still hard cock glistened with her spit, only to be cleaned by the shower water. Vi gasped for air, her chest heaving, her lips swollen and red. "H-holy fuck…!"
"You did you this was all about me," Matias said sheepishly.
"So then…what next?" She rose to her feet, his thick globs of seed plopping from her pussy. It still wasn't an ooze. That was how viciously he creampied her. "Wanna keep going?"
The pre-cum dripping from his cock was answer enough, and no, it wasn't cum from the previous orgasm. Vi could just tell. Call it a woman's instinct.
The eager lucky male grabbed her by the shoulders and spun her around, pressing her against the tiled wall. Her hands splayed out for balance, her back arching as he positioned himself behind her. His cock brushed against her soaked pussy, and she let out a needy whimper.
Wait, a whimper—!?
"Look at you, you're fucking dripping for me."
"Y-you sure are getting—"
She couldn't finish her sentence after he slammed into her in one fierce thrust.
A shriek launched from her lips. Vi hardly recognized it as herself. The tiles cracked as he filled her completely. Her pussy clenched around him. Her pussy shuddered.
"YES! Oh gods, YES!"
Matias set a brutal pace—no, the right pace. For Vi, rough sex was the best sex. She didn't mind gentle. She didn't mean roleplay. But the art of just wanting to fuck the living shit out of the other person, to make their brains melt…!
"YES, YES, YES, YESSSS! THIS IS IT! THIS IS SEX! THIS IS A REAL FUCKING COCCKKK!"
His hips hammered against her ass with a wet smack that echoed through the bathroom. Vi's breasts bounced and she found herself pressed up against her. All her sther nipples hard and sensitive as they rubbed against the cool tiles. Her moans grew louder, more desperate, her body writhing as he pounded into her.
"This cock… THIS COCK!" Vi screamed, her voice breaking. "YOU FAT FUCKING COCK! YOU'RE STRETCHING MY CUNT!"
Her words—
"FUCK!"
— were punctuated—
"DON'T STOPP!!"
By each and every thrust.
Matias leaned over her, his chest pressing against her back. One hand slid over to grope her breast, the other gripping her hip hard enough to maybe leave bruises. Honestly, who the fuck cared? Vi was a fast healer.
Womanly, unrecognizable womans flooded from her throat. Her head fell back against his shoulder. "Yes… YES! Fuck me harder, Monster Cock!" she begged. "FUCK ME HARDDERRR!"
She was slamming back into him too. It wasn't a one-way train, this giant cock was getting clamped down and forced to fuck by this pussy. That was Vi's way and Matias accepted it.
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
The sound of their bodies meeting filled the room, the slap of skin on skin, the slickness of her pussy, the primal grunts leaving his lips. Vi's legs trembled, her orgasm rolling into her brain. He could keep going on, but Vi? She was losing it. Her own memory, why she was here, and why the fuck she didn't meet this cock sooner?
Her thoughts dimmed. Her rationality no longer existed. No birth control, no protection—nothing, and she let this stranger flood her womb and her eggs with his seed.
A second time…
A second time might lead to what all the women in Zaun warned her about: an unwanted companion.
"I'm gonna cum," Matias growled, his voice strained. "Where do you want it?"
All that training. All that talk from Vander. All that disgust toward the opposite gender.
Vi's answer was immediate.
"INSIDE ME! FILL ME UP!"
With Matias, none of this fears came alive. She wanted it and so she let her passion speak for her.
He buried his monster cock deep inside her and his monster balls did the rest, thick ropes of cum filling her as Vi's own orgasm tore through her.
For once, both of them seemed to be shaking and going white. Her pussy, it became so fucking tight that he had no choice but to nut inside. This woman's body spoke before her mind. That was just the way it was with Vi. Punches before speech. Pussy before romance.
Exhausted, his cock pumping her hole until it was dripping once again, Vi twisted herself over, grabbed his waist, and pulled him into a kiss.
He pumped her and kissed the muscular woman until his balls and lungs needed the air. They stared at each other, sweating and drained in so many different ways.
"Bed. Now."
Yet no matter the exhaustion, both wanted more. His cock hadn't softened for a reason. Her pussy didn't let go of him for a reason.
More.
More.
Until they could no longer recall their own homes.
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