Perhaps it was a risk. So what?
Vi put on fresh black and white clothes, a fancy black hat, and voila. She looked like any normal rich Piltie. A tightness for the hips and ass to show she was a woman and high collar to look rich. The fabric was itself of high quality with the gold accents metallic. Apparently, this belonged to Matias' adopted mother. It was something of a tight fit. Her ass was highlighted in the black pants whereas her top had gold accents and had that Piltover steampunk aesthetic. She pranced through the streets beside Matias. The golden street as it was metaphorically called was somewhat busy. Enforcers to their left and right, talking to people. Vi's body and mind was still hummed from their earlier encounter. She had to find a way to get the Enforcers to look away and that, by experience, was to make it awkward.
The fancy looking Vi grabbed Matias' arm and her lips grazed his ear as she whispered, "You know, I can still feel you inside me. Your cock… it's like it's branded into my body."
Matias glanced at her. Vi didn't miss the way his jaw tightened. She smirked, her hand sliding down his arm to rest on his hip. They walked and walked. Any Enforcer would think they were a happy, affectionate couple.
Her smirk widened. "Already hard for me again? You're insatiable, Matias."
Walking past an Enforcer, Vi pressed her palm against the bulge in his pants, feeling the heat and thickness of his dick through the fabric. She squeezed gently, her breath hitching as she imagined that massive cock filling her again. "I want you to fuck me right here," the muscular fighter murmured, her voice low and sultry. "Right in the middle of the street. Let everyone see how much I need your cock."
Matias's hand shot out, grabbing her wrist and pulling it away from him. His grip was firm but not painful, and he leaned down to whisper in her ear, "Behave, Vi. Or I'll make you wait until we get home."
Vi grinned. She loved pushing his buttons, loved seeing that calm exterior crack under her relentless teasing, and loved using this as a way to ward off Enforcers. They took a glance and did an awkward sort-of glance away. It was psychology. She pulled her hand free and instead wrapped her arm around his waist, her fingers slipping just beneath the waistband of his pants. She felt the smooth skin of his lower back, and she traced small circles there as they walked.
"You're such a tease," Matias muttered, though there was no real annoyance in his voice.
Vi pressed herself closer to him. "And you love it," she shot back. Her hand slid around to the front again, this time slipping inside his pants. Why so publicly? Because a certain pair of Enforcers were right there and she needed an out. Her fingers brushed against the base of his cock and she felt him twitch in response. "Fuck, Matias, you're so hard already. I can't wait to feel you inside me again."
Matias stopped walking suddenly, pulling her into a narrow alleyway between two stalls. The Enforcers walked past them and exchanged certain looks and coughs. They avoided them like the plague. Meanwhile, Matias pinned her against the wall. His hands gripped her hips, and he leaned down to capture her lips in a searing kiss. Vi tangled in his hair as she kissed him back with equal fervor.
When they finally broke apart, both of them were breathing heavily. Matias's eyes were dark with lust as he looked down at her. "You're going to be the death of me, lady."
Vi grinned up at him, her hands sliding down to his chest. "Then let's make it worth it." She reached for the button of his pants, but Matias caught her hand again.
"Not here," he said firmly. "We're going home. And when we get there, I'm going to fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk tomorrow."
Vi shivered at the promise in his voice, but she wasn't ready to give up just yet. She leaned in close, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, "But what if I can't wait that long? What if I need you now?"
Matias bit his bottom lip, his resolve wavering. Vi could see the conflict in his eyes, and she pressed her advantage. She reached down and cupped him through his pants, squeezing gently. "Come on, Matias, don't be a pussy. A hot slut is asking for your cock. Do you want me to say it again? Matias—I need your cock. I need you to fuck me right here, right now."
Matias hesitated for a moment longer before cursing under his breath. He glanced around to make sure no one was watching before pulling her deeper into the alley. He spun her around, pressing her chest against the wall as he yanked her black fancy pants down to her thighs. Vi grinned as the cool air hit her skin, but she quickly forgot about it when she felt Matias's hands on her ass.
He kneaded her cheeks roughly, spreading them apart. Vi laughed, pushing her hips back against him. "You love my ass that much?"
He gave a spank in return. That toned, muscular ass was indeed lovable.
The young male freed his cock from his pants, the thick length of him springing free. He rubbed the head against her entrance, teasing her for a moment before thrusting into her in one smooth motion.
"S-sheesh! Nggghh!" All that cock and and Vi cried out as it filled her completely. Her nails dug into the rough brick wall in front of her. It almost cracked. "F-fuck! This d-d-damn cock!"
She remembered. She remembered why maybe she shouldn't have been so easy. Just by him going inside her, her pussy was tightening up like it was going up against its greatest foe. A type of tightness she thought she brought to her defences in hand to hand combat. Her pussy was tighter and yet unable to stop this cock.
"Fucking hell, you're tight." His hands gripped her hips tightly and he began to move. His first thrust—wham! Vi's eyes rolled back. He didn't give mercy. Indeed, this was about teaching a lesson and he set a brutal pace for it, slamming into her with enough force to make her entire body shake.
"F-fuck! Fuck, fuck, fucccck! This fuckiiing cooockkk!" Vi could do nothing but hold on as he pounded into her, each thrust sending waves of pleasure crashing through her. "I-i-i-it's already making me orgasm! Holy fuuuuuck!"
Good. That was what she deserved for trying to tease him. Or, wait a minute, Matias stopped for the briefest of moments. "Huh, I guess you got what you wanted, huh?"
The pink-haired hot Zaunite heaved and smirked as she looked over her shoulder. She had that Vi-approved-grin. The grin that said, "Gotcha." It was the beautiful grin of a thief that got what she wanted.
In this case—
"Yes! Fuck yes!"
Vi got that good dick. Deep strokes from Matias led to Vi shrieking, her voice echoing off the walls of the alley. She could feel every inch of him inside her, stretching her to the limit and hitting all the right spots. Her legs trembled as she struggled to stay upright.
"I'm not a pussy! Come on!"
Those muscles weren't for nothing. She could take this humongous dick! She could! A sentiment that she lost faith in the more he fucked her.
"Cumming, cumming, cummiiing, cummiiiing!"
A warm chest pressed against her back as this enormous length continued to reach her womb and fuck her hard and deep. His breath was hot against her ear as he whispered, "You like that, don't you? You love being fucked like a slut in public."
"Hngggh! Y-yessshhh! Nggghhh!" Vi nodded frantically, unable to form coherent words. Her mind was consumed by the sensation of his cock pounding into her, by the way he filled her so completely. She could feel her orgasm building, coiling tight in her belly as Matias drove her closer and closer to the edge.
"Come for me, Vi," Matias commanded. "Come on my cock like the good little slut you are."
"I-I don't obey the commands of some fucking dude—"
What a challenge. What a woman. To the bitter end, she tried to be a rebel. To get this far against this cock, however, was quite a feat. Vi might have been able to finish those words if not for her thinking somebody saw her and her body instinctively convulsing as an orgasm lit up her nerves. She screamed his name, her walls clamping down around his cock as she came hard.
Her mind went completely white when he dumped his load inside her. Cum spewed out from the point where cock and pussy were connected. It was a mess of pussy juice and a man's gooey seed. He stayed balls-deep for a long minute, both of them panting and trembling as they came down from their highs.
"Phew!"
He gave one last smack to the ass and Matias pulled out of her. Moaning from every disappearing inch, the pink rebel turned around to face him. Her legs were still shaky, but she managed to stay upright as she looked up at him with a satisfied smile. "T-t-that was amazing," she breathed. "F-fuck, I can't even speak properly. This, nnggh, this damn cock…!"
It was dripping wet and pointed downward, semi-erect. He could go for more, however…
Vi practically mewled in disappointment as he tucked his breeding tool back into his pants. "Look, we have to get groceries, remember?"
Vi grinned up at him, reaching out to grab his hand. "Come on, we can go for one more round," she said confidently.
Matias laughed and pulled her close and kissed her deeply before leading her back out into the crowded streets. "H-hey, wait, don't leave me—" Vi groaned and pulled up her pants. Knees wobbling, she chased after him. She tried to look all calm and cool. No more Mrs. Submissive.
Except that became impossible to do when she realized how much cum he jammed into her womb. Very quickly, she realized she needed his arm to keep herself stabilized. Surprisingly, she did not mind it. Neither did Matias. As a matter of fact, he welcomed it.
"Try not to stray too far," he advised as they arrived at their destination.
Vi never thought she'd need a damn shopping list in her life. Especially not one with words like saffron, microgreens, and artisan vinegar. But here she was, in the upper-tier market district of Piltover, clinging to Matias—who looked perfectly at home—and pretending she was not silently judging every oversized hat, lace parasol, and dog in a coat they passed.
Before, she was flirting. Now, she was actually looking at her surroundings. Here was the thing: this wasn't her first time participating in Piltover society. That didn't mean visiting it more times than one changed her thoughts.
"I'm starting to think Piltover people buy food just to look at it," Vi muttered.
Matias laughed, they entered a store, and he scooped up a basket.
Vi eyed a vendor polishing tomatoes with a silk cloth. "Tomatoes, Matias. Silk. Like they're rubies."
"Those are 'sun-bathed heirloom bloodfruit,'" Matias corrected, mock-prim. "Grown at high altitude. Picked at peak moonlight."
Vi snorted. "So, tomato."
This store was the type to host stalls. It was a fancy meetup of merchants, to put it another way. They reached a stall where the vendor wore gloves to handle the produce. Vi watched with poorly masked amusement as Matias politely asked for "two bundles of lemon basil, not bruised." The vendor inspected each sprig like it was an ancient relic.
They walked like that through the crowd: Matias looking like a perfect gentleman, and Vi, very much trying to look dainty, but still moving with the gait of someone ready to knock over a fruit stand if it got too uppity.
As they passed a stall selling crystal jars of pickled roots, a vendor waved.
"Matias! Good to see you again! And who's this?"
Matias opened his mouth, but Vi beat him to it.
"I'm Vi," she said, deepening her voice to mock-fancy. "His companion."
"Oh, a lover! Congratulations!"
Vi could feel the heat creeping up his neck. Or, wait, was that hers? Fuck, it was hard to tell.
The tough girl liked relying on him. The next couple minutes felt like a blur. She looked down at their arms still loosely linked. She wasn't sure when it stopped feeling awkward. But the truth was, she kind of…liked it. Being part of this normal moment. Being teased like she wasn't dangerous. Being seen like she belonged.
Huh. Weird, right? Really weird. She tried to not think about it. After they were done, they stepped onto the golden Hextech-powered tram, bags in hand, headed back to the noodle shop. Behind them, the clean lines of Piltover's market district gleamed under the sun, entirely unaware that their largest fugitive had just made a memory right in its heart.
***
That night, hours after retrieving groceries, Vi took a shower.
"It's working, right?" she murmured. "This whole flirting thing, getting him to tell us where his weapons are and stuff. It's working."
Yeah, it was working, and so was something else. Something deep inside her that she did not think would ever take ahold of her. A fluttery sort of feeling in her heart that made her nervous.
Vi slapped herself.
"Come on, Vi. The mission. The mission."
She told herself that yet proceeded to saunter into the living room completely naked. Broad shoulders tapering down to a narrow waist, her toned abs and firm, round ass drawing every eye in the room. Her perky breasts bounced slightly with each confident step. Her smirk was as sharp as ever, her eyes locking onto Matias, who was seated on the couch, a book in hand.
Caitlyn, perched on the armchair across from him, nearly choked on her tea. "Vi!" she sputtered, her cheeks flushing crimson. "What the hell are you doing?"
Vi shrugged, her smirk widening as she stretched her arms above her head, deliberately arching her back to emphasize her curves. "What do you mean, you know I always this do this after a shower. Sorry, Matias, hope you don't mind."
"T-t-t-that's…"
For his part, Matias was doing his best to keep his composure. His eyes flicked up from his book, taking in the sight of Vi's bare chest before quickly looking away, a faint blush creeping up his neck. He cleared his throat, pretending to focus on the pages in front of him, but the way his fingers tightened around the book betrayed his calm exterior.
'He really is a nice guy,' Vi thought to herself. She noticed, of course. She always did. She sauntered over to him, her hips swaying with every step, and leaned down so her face was level with his.
"Whatcha reading, Matias?" Her boobs were right there. All he had to do was look over his book. "Anything interesting?"
She made it innocent, almost, but come on, this was Vi. Nothing was innocent with her voice and looks.
He glanced up at her, his eyes meeting hers for a brief moment before he looked away again. "Just… a novel," he said, nervous.
"Hmm," Vi hummed, straightening up and walking over to the open space in the middle of the room. She dropped into a deep squat, her toned thighs flexing as she held the position. "Mind if I work out here? I need to stay in shape, you know."
Caitlyn set her teacup down with a clink. "Y-you're unbelievable," she muttered, though her gaze lingered on Vi's body for a moment longer than she'd probably admit.
Vi ignored her, focusing instead on Matias. She moved into a series of squats, the best exercise to tone the ass and thighs. She caught him glancing at her out of the corner of his eye and grinned.
The slit of her pussy as she dropped down. It was a message: I'll drop my pussy down for you.
"You know," Vi said casually, rising to her full height, "I could use a spotter. Care to help me out, Matias?"
Caitlyn groaned, throwing her hands up in exasperation. Vi turned her attention fully to Matias, hands on her hips. The young man himself was staring resolutely at his book, though the tips of his ears were bright red. "Come on, Matias. Don't be shy."
He finally looked up, his expression calm but his eyes dark with something unspoken. "I, uhh, I think you're doing just fine on your own."
Vi pouted playfully but didn't push further. She understood why—it was because of Caitlyn. Her presence and obvious stammering made it awkward. Hot but awkward. Vi continued her workout, making sure to put on a show with every movement. She could feel Caitlyn's eyes on her, a mix of annoyance and something else—jealousy, maybe? Vi didn't care. She was too busy enjoying the way Matias's gaze kept flickering toward her, no matter how hard he tried to resist.
When she finally finished, she grabbed a towel from the side table and draped it over her shoulders, letting it hang loosely over her tits. She walked over to Caitlyn and leaned against the arm of her chair. "So," she said casually, "what's for dinner?"
Caitlyn did not look at her or her tits. "You're the one who got groceries with him," she grumbled.
"I'll make some." Like a bunny, Matias sprung from his seat and bolted into the kitchen. The silence that followed in the living room might have been deafening if not for Vi's chuckles.
"What's your game?"
"My game?"
Now, Caitlyn looked up at Vi. "You're really going to act like nothing happened?" She crossed her arms over her chest. "What is going on with you and Matias?"
Vi's smirk returned, slow and knowing. "Come on, it's all about the mission," she said, glancing over at Matias, who was busying himself with all kitchen-related activities. "And let's just say I've made some… progress with our noodle boy."
Caitlyn put two fingers to her forehead. "Vi, you can't just—"
"Relax, Cait," Vi interrupted, waving a hand dismissively. "It's just a bit of fun. No harm in that."
"W-w-what? Just some fun? That was just some fun!?"
"Yep!" Vi chuckled, pushing off the chair and walking back toward Matias in the kitchen. "Sorry, Cat."
Vi's ass was right there and trailing away from her. She said it was for the mission but it didn't feel like it. A lump appeared in Caitlyn's throat. She wasn't able to understand the lump of emotions inside her. Was Vi really just taking this seriously or…was it something else?
Caitlyn sighed, looked down with her hands together, and swallowed.
"What should I do?"
That night, Caitlyn overheard the elderly couple fucking again. Lying in the living room, a blanket over her, she found herself burning in envy. Strangely, however, she couldn't tell if she was jealous of Vi or Matias.
'What am I doing?' Whether it was Vi or Matias, it didn't—it shouldn't matter.
***
A week had passed since that fake exercise Vi bullshit, and though the danger of getting caught still lingered, life had settled into an uneasy rhythm. More than her, Vi had taken a big liking to Matias. She didn't understand it too much, only that Matias was showered in praise. Sometimes, it felt like it was because of the mission. Other times…
Well, Matias was a great guy so it wasn't like she disagreed. A-and it wasn't like when Matias complimented Vi, she was jealous of her either. It was just…weird. A weird vibe was all.
After deciding not to rob the elderly couple, Caitlyn had taken a particular interest in the attic. A cramped, dimly lit room filled with boxes and bookshelves that smelled of aged paper and dust. Apparently, these books were collected by Matias' adopted mother upon his request.
Tonight, she stood on a wobbly wooden ladder, her long legs bare and her hoodie barely reaching mid-thigh. The explanation was simple: Matias didn't own a single pair of pants or panties that could fit her. And in the whole week, Vi didn't think to go out and buy any for her either. Why? Because reasons. Vi said that going out to shop for panties should be their final trump card in seducing him.
"Haah…"
Caitlyn still wasn't sure she agreed with it.
The noble Kiramman's heart-shaped ass was nothing short of breathtaking. Perfectly sculpted, it seemed to love endlessly as she stretched to reach a book on the top shelf. The hoodie rode up just enough to reveal her hips and the faintest slit of her pussy.
Matias was here too. He was supposed to be organizing a stack of novels on the floor, found his gaze drifting upward. He told himself he was just making sure she didn't fall, but the reality was far more…complicated.
His breath caught in his throat. From this angle, he could see everything. The curve of her ass, the soft swell of her thighs, and—oh. His pulse quickened as he realized she wasn't wearing anything underneath. Her pussy was exposed, pink and delicate, and the sight sent a jolt of heat through his nutsack. He froze, his mind racing even as his balls betrayed him, a flush creeping up his neck.
"Careful," he muttered, looking away.
"Of course, my apologies," said the tall woman. She looked over. "By the way, could you—oop!"
The ladder wobbled dangerously. Caitlyn let out a yelp, her arms flailing as the wooden frame tipped backward. Matias lunged forward, catching her—or at least, trying to. The Enforcer landed on his shoulders and her thighs clamped around his face, her pussy pressing directly against his mouth.
Time seemed to stop. The warmth of her cunt and the way her soft folds brushed against his lips, it was overwhelming. Caitlyn gasped, her hands flying to his shoulders as she realized what had happened. She shifted back and fell over, only for Matias to catch her by the ass cheeks.
Man. What a treasure. This was nothing like Vi's, this was bouncy and soft and…oh, he should probably let go now, shouldn't he?
"Oh my—Matias, I'm so sorry!" Caitlyn stammered, her cheeks turning a deep shade of crimson. She scrambled and disentangled herself. "I didn't mean to—"
Matias took two steps back, his face just as red as hers. "It's…it's fine. Accidents happen."
But this wasn't just an accident. The image of her pussy, so close he could almost taste it, was seared into his mind. He couldn't look at her without feeling the heat of that moment, the way her body had felt against his. Caitlyn, however, seemed determined to make up for her clumsiness.
"I feel terrible," she said, biting her lip. "Let me make it up to you."
"You don't have to—"
"No, I insist!" Caitlyn interrupted. She took a step back, then hopped lightly on the spot, a gesture that would have been innocent if it weren't for the way her hoodie rode up once again, exposing her pussy in all its glory. Matias's eyes widened, his throat going dry as he took in the sight.
Her pussy was like a work of art, pink and glistening. Caitlyn seemed oblivious, her smile bright and genuine as she landed back on her feet. "Ah, there! Remember that book you were looking for? It's right there." She walked past him as if that jump didn't show her pussy, as if all it did was find a simple book.
Matias couldn't speak. His balls were on fire, his thoughts a jumbled mess. He wanted to look away, to preserve some semblance of decency, but he couldn't. Caitlyn was too beautiful, too innocent, and the contrast between her purity and the raw, primal desire she sparked in him was too much to bear.
She was on her toes, she was showing her ass as she retrieved the book. It was an old cooking book he used to teach himself when he was a child. He forgot a certain recipe and wanted to make it for them. The kind-hearted noble got it for him and his balls were worse for it.
"Matias?" Caitlyn's voice broke through his thoughts, her brow furrowed in concern. "Are you okay?"
He swallowed hard, forcing a smile. "Yeah, I'm fine," he lied. "Just…be careful, okay? I don't want you getting hurt."
Caitlyn's expression softened, and she took a step closer, placing a hand on his arm. "You're so sweet," she said, warm and sincere. "Thank you for looking out for me."
Matias nodded, his heart pounding in his chest. He knew he should say something, but the words wouldn't come. All he could think about was her—her ass, her pussy, the way she made him feel. And as she turned back to the ladder, her hoodie once again riding up, he realized he was in far deeper than he'd ever intended to be.
The tension between them was palpable, a silent undercurrent that neither of them dared to acknowledge. But as Caitlyn reached for another book, her body stretching in a way that made Matias's breath hitch, it was clear that this was far from over.
"I-I should go and make dinner."
Caitlyn flashed him a smile, not understanding why he was leaving in such a hurry. See, she had been walking around with no panties for so long that it had become natural.
***
Matias had always found solace in the kitchen. The rhythmic chopping of vegetables, the sizzle of oil in a hot pan, the comforting aroma of spices, it grounded him. But today, as he stood beside Caitlyn, the kitchen felt anything but calming. She sat on a stool, her long legs crossed beneath her, the oversized hoodie she wore slipping down one shoulder. She chased after him once she found a certain book to read, and when she was done with that, she started watching him.
It was not easy on his dick.
"So, how do you know when the noodles are just right?" Caitlyn asked, leaning forward slightly as she pointed to the pot simmering on the stove.
Matias swallowed hard, forcing himself to focus on the task at hand. "You… uh… you just kind time it," he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. "They should be tender but still have a bit of bite to them."
Caitlyn nodded, her eyes wide with fascination. As a rich girl, she didn't cook much in her own home. Servants did for her, up until now. Now it was Matias and his food was made with something else. A key ingredient that made it so much more delicious.
"Can I try?" she asked.
"Sure," he said, stepping aside to let her take the wooden spoon. "Just be careful. It's hot."
She hopped off the stool, her bare thighs brushing against his as she moved past him to the stove. Matias felt his breath catch in his throat, his body frozen in place. Focus, he told himself. Just focus. But it was impossible. The way her hips swayed as she stirred the noodles, the way her ass pressed against the fabric of the hoodie, the way her pussy was on display whenever she moved too much—it was driving him insane.
"Is that right?" the noblewoman asked, turning her head to look at him over her shoulder.
"Uh… yeah," he managed to say, gulping. "Perfect."
Caitlyn smiled, clearly pleased with herself. "This is fun," she said, taking a step back. "Maybe one day I'll be as good as you."
Matias chuckled nervously. "One day but not today, ma'am," he said, trying to lighten the mood. The tension between them grew when she turned to face him. Her body was suddenly so close that he could feel the heat radiating from her skin. "I don't think so," she said softly, her eyes meeting his. "You're amazing, Matias. Really."
Was this about the mission? Was this about something else? Unlike all the other times, Caitlyn recognized the opportunity. What a strange woman, no? Must be the nobility in her.
The ordinary young man felt his cheeks flush. Here he fucked Vi in the morning. Here he was with Caitlyn at night. What was this? What was up with his luck? "Thanks," he murmured, his gaze flickering down to her lips.
For a moment, neither of them moved. A magnetic pull seemed to draw them closer and closer. And then, without warning, Caitlyn went beet red, exploding in embarresment, and turned right back around. Except by doing that, her ass brushed against his crotch as she reached for the spoon again.
Matias's breath hitched, his body reacting instantly. He felt the unmistakable swell of his erection pressing against the fabric of his pants, his mind clouded with hunger and guilt. 'Oh fuck,' he thought, trying to step back. But Caitlyn didn't seem to notice.
"What's next?" she asked, hiding her stammer.
Matias opened his mouth to respond, but no words came out. His entire body was on fire, his control slipping with every second that passed. 'Fuck, fuck, she's been blueballing me all evening and now—'
His cock twitched in his pants. He could feel it reaching for her booty, for the treasure that was Caitlyn Kiramman. And then, before he could stop it, it happened. A shudder ran through him, his baby batter spilling into his pants as he let out a quiet, desperate groan. If Vi could do it, so could Caitlyn: making him bust in his pants.
Caitlyn froze, her eyes widening as she turned to look at him. "Matias?" she asked, her voice filled with concern. "Are you okay?"
He couldn't speak, couldn't move. His cock was taking every bit of thought and rationality and energy. A trembling, deep, guttural gasp escaped his lips as if he'd been kicked in the balls. His cheeks burned with humiliation and his hands instinctively clutched at the counter for support. "I… I'm sorry," he stammered, his voice barely audible, but it was drowned out by the sound of his own ragged breathing and his cumshots.
Caitlyn's gaze flickered downward. That was when she noticed the growing wetness seeping through his pants.
'Holy…'
Her heart skipped a beat. She hadn't expected anything like this. The sheer volume was staggering, his pants were soaked and it didn't seem to stop. She could see his ankles leaking with his cum. No question, his cumshots were massive, fighting against his pants, nearly tearing right through it, and it just kept coming, as if it had been building up for weeks. She could see the fabric clinging to him, the outline of his huge balls still twitching faintly beneath the wet material.
"Oh," the noble whispered, her hand flying to her mouth in slow realization. "I… I didn't mean…"
Matias let out another strangled gasp, his annoying, stupid premature dick jerking slightly as the last pulses of his release finally subsided. He looked utterly wrecked, his face pale and his legs wobbly. "S-sorry…"
All because of this woman's amazing ass. Because of that natural arch to her body. Because she blue-balled him in nothing but a hoodie.
Caitlyn had a woman's curves. She had the height, she had the innocence and the sexy accent. Could anyone blame a man for nutting? Her gorgeous dark-blue hair was long and smooth like nothing he had ever seen. Indeed, for somebody like her to become an Enforcer was seen as a waste. Caitlyn Kiramman could collect a harem if she so chose. But she didn't. She chose justice.
And justice led her to this man. This stud with a cock so big that it boggled the mind. With cumshots so obscene that it made her as stiff as a statue.
Her cheeks flushed a deep red. She couldn't speak.
The room fell silent, the weight of their embarrassment hanging heavy in the air. Caitlyn tugged at her hoodie, her pussy once again on display as she shifted uncomfortably. Matias forced himself to look away, everything burning with regret and shame. He could still feel the wetness clinging to him.
"I'll… I'll clean up," he said quietly, turning towards the sink, his movements stiff and awkward. His legs felt like jelly, and he had to steady himself against the counter to keep from collapsing.
But this…
For Caitlyn, this was a chance to get closer. To learn more about him. To seduce him.
However, unlike Vi, she couldn't go through with it. This tightness in her womb…fuck, it made her not want to comfort him but go further. Her heart was pounding and she couldn't tear her eyes away from the mess he'd made.
So quietly, clearing her throat, Caityln waddled away. Matias stood there, his mind spinning, his body still humming with unspoken desire. He knew he should follow her, should apologize again, but he couldn't bring himself to move.
Instead, he stood there, his hands gripping the edge of the sink, his breath coming in short, uneven gasps. And as the sound of Caitlyn's footsteps faded away, he realized just how much he'd screwed up.
"Man…"
As soon as he turned to go after her, he collided with something—someone. "Whoa there, hotshot," a familiar voice purred.
Vi. It was the pink-haired warrior, standing there completely nude, her toned body on full display. Her breasts were perky and firm, her nipples hard in the cool air. She smirked at him, her pink hair damp and tousled. She'd just come out of the shower.
"Uh… Vi…" Matias stammered, his face heating up instantly. His body reacted before he could stop it, his cock twitching to life despite the fact that he'd just cum moments ago. "Finished showering?"
Vi's smirk widened, her eyes flickering downward to the damp spot still clinging to his pants. "Woah there, hotshot. Finished nutting in your pants?"
Matias' jaw tightened, his frustration simmering just beneath the surface. Her arrogance, her daring smirk, it all fueled something primal in him. His cock, still throbbing from earlier, twitched back to life, straining against the fabric of his pants like it was trying to break free. Something snapped.
Something snapped in him. He kissed Vi, pushing her to the kitchen table, away from the sink. She was shocked by the sudden strength and aggression. "Mmpph!? W-wait!" She pulled out of the kiss, albeit with a smirk. "What's this? All hot and horny—?"
He unzipped his pants. His wet, dripping cock plopped out. Her eyes widened and her smirk grew as he throbbed to greater heights.
He didn't let her speak. His mouth crashed against hers in a kiss that was all teeth and tongue, silencing her mocking words. Vi's hands flew to his chest, not to push him away, but to grip the fabric of his shirt. His cock rubbed up and down her abs, standing up proud and straight. Pre-cum oozed out and Matias' hands squeezed her firm ass until she moaned into his mouth, her pussy bucking against him.
When he decided, and only when he decided, he grabbed her thighs and spread her legs wide. He didn't bother with foreplay, didn't waste time teasing her. He lined himself up with her wet, dripping pussy and thrust inside her in one brutal stroke.
Vi's head snapped back, her mouth open in a silent scream as her walls stretched to accommodate his massive cock. She gasped for air as he bottomed out inside her, his pelvis grinding against her clit. The table shook.
"Fuck! Fuck! That's—ah!—too much!" He started to move, pulling out almost completely before slamming back into her with enough force to make the table legs sound like they were breaking. Somehow, it was hot. Her voice broke. "Fuuuuck! FU—"
He cupped her mouth. "Not so loud, Caitlyn will hear."
And he said that while fucking her senseless. While making her eyes roll back. While making her orgasm repeatedly. The counter was the better place to fuck. It was more stable, obviously, whereas the table could be shaken. It made noise.
Matias was doing this on purpose. He wanted Caitlyn to return and investigate.
Honestly? Vi didn't how to feel about it, except that it was so fucking sexy. This aggression, this dominance—whether Caitlyn caught her or not didn't matter. Not in this cock-addicted state.
"F-fucking unfaiiir!" she said in a muffle. He smacked her ass. An order to cover her mouth. An order to listen and obey. She did. With a proud smirk, she cupped her mouth and screamed into it.
Matias snarled, his hands gripping her hips so tightly she'd have bruises tomorrow. "You wanted this, remember? Begging for it like a whore."
"I—ah!—I am! I'm your whore!" Vi moaned, her eyes rolling back as he pounded into her, his cock hitting that spot deep inside her that made her toes curl. "Fuck me harder! Break me! I'm nothing but your fuck toy!"
Matias didn't hold back. He fucked her with a ferocity that left her gasping, her screams echoing through the kitchen as he drove into her again and again. Her pussy clenched around him, trying to milk his cock as she came, her orgasm crashing over her in waves that left her trembling and moaning his name into her mouth.
"F-fuck! Fuck! Fuuuck! W-what brought this on!?"
No response. Just more fucking. The table legs were shaking.
"Nngghh~! Hngghh! I-is this about Caitlyn?" That smirk again. "Are you gonna fuck her next!?"
Wham! That was his answer. Yes. Yes, he fucking was. Perhaps it was his male instincts at play. Perhaps it was agitation and the sheer amount of blue balling. Or maybe it was Vi's little smirk, as if saying, "You can't do it."
He could. He would.
"Matias! Fuck! Don't stop! Don't fucking stop!" Vi heaved and clung to him. "Cum inside me! I want to feel you fill me up!"
He picked her up from the counter, getting a nice firm grip of her ass, and carried her over. CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! Her legs clung to him. Her pussy clung to him. Vi was a changed woman. She let herself be put into the sink. She let herself get crumbled up.
Matias put her strong legs on his shoulders and let his balls get going. He needed this. He needed this tightness, this wetness, and this arrogance turned submission. Vi already knew what was coming up. Her arms were untangled and without a muffle, she shrieked.
"Yes! Yes! Give it to me!"
He got her eyes rolling. He got her completely smitten. His cock pulsed as he released his cum, filling her to the brim. Vi's womb shuddered, her legs trembling atop his shoulders. She felt so fucking pathetic and meek, and somehow, she liked. She liked the warmth spreading inside her. She liked the hot cock throbbing inside her.
He pulled out slowly, watching as his cum dripped out of her gaping pussy, pooling into the sink beneath her. The five-foot-seven muscled woman lay in there, panting and trembling, her body limp and spent. Her eyes were half-lidded, her lips parted as she struggled to catch her breath. She couldn't move, couldn't even lift a finger as Matias stepped back, zipping up his pants without a word.
He didn't look back as he walked away, leaving her heaving and nearly unconscious and creampied. The Zaunite's mind was a fog of pleasure and exhaustion. She couldn't chase after him, couldn't even form a coherent thought. All she could do was lie there in the sink, her legs spread wide, his cum dripping out of her as she drifted in and out of consciousness.
Vi had become his certified cum dumpster.
Matias was already halfway down the hall, heading for the shower, his mind clear and his frustration sated. He didn't need to look back. He knew exactly what he'd left behind—a trembling, gaping mess of a woman who'd never forget the way he'd fucked her like he owned her.
Matias pushed the bathroom door open, steam rolling out in thick, obscuring waves. The scent of lavender and something faintly floral—maybe jasmine—hit him like a wall. He blinked, his vision adjusting to the haze, and there she was. Caitlyn Kiramman. In his hot tub.
'W-wait, she's…'
It was her, the secret noblewoman's head tilted back against the edge, her dark hair slicked back and clinging to her neck. The water rippled gently around her, her pale shoulders glistening with condensation. She looked like something out of a dream. Matias froze in the doorway.
"Matias?" Caitlyn's voice was soft, almost tentative, but it carried enough weight to snap him out of his daze. She turned her head slightly, her blue eyes locking onto his. There was a flicker of something in them—shyness? Guilt?—and then her cheeks flushed a deeper pink.
"S-sorry, I didn't…"
The gentle, romantic atmosphere was egregiously interrupted by a horny, moan-like, "Oh fuuuuck!"
On instinct, Matias shut the door behind him.
"W-was that Vi?" she asked after a beat.
"Must have been stretching," he said quickly. In reality? She was still reeling from the creampie. Trying to move, only to get rattled by an aftereffect. Maybe he should have gone easier on her…
"So, um…"
Oh. Right. Whoops, he just closed the door. His hand rubbed the back of his neck. The memory of ten minutes ago of how embarrassingly quick he'd come undone burned in his mind. He'd been a fucking wreck since, his jeans still damp and sticky, his pride bruised. But now, staring at her like this, he wasn't sure if he was ready for whatever this was.
Caitlyn shifted slightly in the water, her arms crossing over her chest in a half-hearted attempt at modesty. "I… I wanted to apologize," she started, her voice trembling just enough for him to notice. "For earlier. I didn't mean to… cause that."
Matias let out a low chuckle, though it lacked humor. "That was, ah, my fault. Really."
Her lips parted, then pressed together in a thin line. She looked away, her fingers tracing idle patterns on the surface of the water. "Right, right," she murmured, her tone quieter now. "She hesitated, biting her lower lip before meeting his gaze again. "Hey, so, um, if you want—only if you want—you could join me."
The invitation hung in the air, heavy and tempting. Matias stared at her, trying to process what she'd just offered. Join her. In the hot tub. Where she was naked. His cock twitched in his pants, a visceral reaction he couldn't control. Fuck.
"Are you sure?" he asked. He didn't want to push her, didn't want to ruin whatever fragile dynamic they had. But damn if he wasn't tempted.
Caitlyn nodded, her gaze steady despite the flush spreading across her chest. He could almost see her nipples. "I'm sure."
Matias exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. "Alright. Just… give me a second."
He turned away, quickly stripping off his shirt and tossing it onto the counter. His pants came next and he hesitated for a moment before pulling them off completely. He could feel her eyes on him, watching his every move, and the thought sent a shiver down his spine. When he turned back to her, he was down to his boxers, but they weren't doing much to hide the obvious bulge straining against the fabric.
Caitlyn's eyes widened slightly, her gaze darting down before snapping back up to his face. Her cheeks were practically glowing now, and she looked like she was holding her breath. "Oh."
He stepped closer to the hot tub, his heartbeat pounding in his ears.
"I… I didn't expect…" She trailed off, her gaze dropping again, this time lingering on his boxers. Her lips parted slightly, and she looked… awed. "You're… bloody huge."
Matias laughed softly, though it came out more like a nervous chuckle. "Flattered, but I'm not exactly at full mast right now."
Caitlyn's eyes snapped back up to his, and he could see the disbelief in them. "What…?"
Growing confident, he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers, hesitating for just a moment before pushing them down. See, Caitlyn was different than Vi. Vi had this kind of natural eroticism and aggression to her. If she wanted to see a big cock, it was obvious. But Caitlyn? It was different. The vibe was almost…sincere. A tinge less sexual.
Caitlyn's breath hitched audibly as the supersized cock came into view, thick and heavy even in its flaccid state. Her eyes widened, her lips parting in a silent gasp. "Oh my god," she breathed in awe.
Cock dangling like a grandfather cock, he put one foot forward, then the other on the tub. Her eyes were glued to the floppy thing. A third step and the warm water enveloped him. He sank down across from her. "Sorry if it's a bit much," he said, his cheeks were burning just as much as hers. Again, it was different from Vi. It just was.
Caitlyn shook her head, her gaze still fixed on him. "N-no need. Really," she insisted, her voice husky. "I've never… I mean, I've seen pictures, but…" She trailed off, her eyes meeting his. "It's different seeing it in person."
Matias chuckled softly, though his heart was racing. "Well, I hope it's not too intimidating."
Caitlyn smirked, a hint of her usual confidence returning. "Intimidating? Maybe. But also bloody impressive." That elitist Piltover accent. Phew, it was hot.
They sat in silence for a moment, the steam rising between them. Matias swallowed thickly, unsure how much longer he could hold back. Caitlyn shifted in the water, her legs brushing against his under the surface. The contact sent a jolt through him, and he could see the way her breath caught.
"Matias?" Caitlyn called out in a tender whisper.
"Yeah?"
"Would it… would it be okay if I came closer?"
His breath hitched and he nodded slowly. "Yeah. That's… yeah."
Caitlyn moved closer but didn't end at just that. Her fingers reached out for him. This…it was a half-expected measure and when her hand closed around his cock, they both froze. She started at the tip. Then slowly, her grip adjusted, her eyes were laser-focused, and her hand stroked back down to base.
Caitlyn had the softest pair of hands he had ever felt. A simple stroke felt like heaven.
The hefty member reacted. Caitlyn's hand flinched back. "S-sorry," they both said at the same time. A beat passed.
They laughed.
"I've never, I mean…it's so big and I thought…" Caitlyn laughed again, a finger near her lips. "You're hung like a horse, aren't you?"
"Eh, I wouldn't say that."
"Come on, you're huge. I once saw my father's thing in the bathroom. He doesn't come close to you."
"It's just a lucky draw."
"Same way with women and their breasts?" Matias put a hand to his mouth and suppressed a laugh. Caitlyn gave him a look. "What? Am I right or am I right?"
"No comment."
It was like the atmosphere of awkwardness dissipated. Caitlyn swam over and tucked herself beside him. Equal in height, her eyes kept drifting down. "So, like, what's the pants arrangement?"
"I could ask you the same thing with your dumptruck ass."
"H-hey, that's…okay, fair point." A pause and a buzzing gaze. "Can…can I touch it again?"
"By all means, Caitlyn."
Her grip came quick. She did that ultra soft, ultra slow stroke again. The young man bit his bottom lip, his cock writhing and peaking out of the water. The noblewoman could see the official beige cock tone again. Her lips curved into a shy smile, her thumb brushing over the head of his cock. "I think I'm the lucky one here," she whispered, her eyes locking onto his.
The water rippled around them, steam rising in lazy curls. Matias smiled. "I'm honoured."
Caitlyn's breath hitched, her fingers still going faster and faster. Her eyes wouldn't leave his hardening cock. "H-how big does it get?"
His heart raced, his dick aching with need. He wanted her to jerk him off faster. "Pretty big," he replied.
Faster, faster, faster. Her hand went from base to tip and the water began making splashes. At long last, he was at full past, his cock completely rising past the waters. It was proud and long and oh-so wet. It was a glorious member of unparalleled proportions.
From the male's perspective, her eagerness led to her breasts floating on the water. They were D-cups, no doubt, with a side of small nipples. She maintained the perfect hourglass figure, the kind models yearned for. Caitlyn had it naturally. The benefits of nobility. They were truly perfect, as if blessed by the gods.
The more she jerked him off, the greater confidence she earned. The noblewoman's lips curved into a shy smile, her fingers tightening around his cock, until she slowed and stopped at the glans. Her thumbs drew circles on his pre-cum leaking cockhead.
"Incredible…"
Her words sent a surge of desire through him, his cock throbbing in her hand. He turned to face her. "So…what's it gonna be?"
"I…" Oh god, that cock! It wouldn't stop throbbing in her hand! She gulped. "I'm so wet for you."
He reached forward and his fingers trailed down her body, tracing the curve of her tits, her waist, and the softness of her hips. He slipped his hand between her thighs, finding her slick and dripping, her folds swollen with arousal. "Jesus," he muttered. "Is it just the water or are you soaked?"
Caitlyn whimpered, her hips arching into his fingers. He was only using two fingers, curling around and being gentle. A sign for things to come. "W-well…" She hesitated, only to be reminded of what she was going to get fucked by. This cock. Her breath hiccuped when his fingers went in deep. "O-okay, fine. Let's…let's do it."
Caitlyn decided to push herself and climb on top of him. Her hands settled on his shoulders, the tip of his massive cock brushing against her soaked entrance. He hesitated for a moment, his eyes locking onto hers. "Tell me if it's too much," he said softly.
It was strange. One second, she was bathing and the next second she was mounting the biggest cock she had ever seen. It didn't feel uncomfortable, only new. All the tension from weeks past, it was tipping over. Her pussy was gushing, and no, it wasn't because she was in a hot tub.
"Just… go slow."
"I will."
Matias eased into her, the head of his cock stretching her tight pussy, and Caitlyn gasped. "Oh goodness…!" That was only one inch. One fucking inch and she was already moaning. "S-so thick! I-it's like nothing I've ever—ngghh!"
Two inches and then inch number three. He paused, giving her time to adjust, his hands gripping her hips gently. "You okay?" he asked, his voice strained with the effort of holding back.
Caitlyn exhaled, her eyes fluttering open to meet his. "Yes," she breathed. "Just… keep going."
Matias pushed forward slowly, inch by agonizing inch.
"J-just how many inches…! Just how much—!?" Her eyes rolled back. Her grip on his shoulders tightened. "Oh gooodnesss! Oh goddd!"
She…
"I-I-I think I'm cummiiiing!!"
Halfway inside and her pussy tightened hard. Surprisingly, she wasn't as tight as Vi, but certainly wetter. She heaved and her orgasm cut itself short, reminded of his cock. Matias noted the differences in his head.
"O-o-okay," Caitlyn stammered, mustering a smile formed from sheer will. She was sweating. Trust Matias when he said that the water running down her temple did not come from the bathtub. "I can keep going."
"You're doing great." That smile of Matias comforted her. She saw nothing but a man that wanted to please her. In turn, Matias saw the most beauty-centric face he had ever seen: sharp with angular facial features, bright blue eyes, pale lips, and fair skin. Vi had this ferocious sexiness about her. Caitlyn…Caitlyn was simply breath-taking. Her figure and her face, it gave a different kind of stir to his balls.
The woman's hiccups and whimpers and light moans were cute. The more of his cock he put in, the louder she became, until he was fully sheathed inside her and she went all quiet.
"O-oh goooddd…! Y-you're so deep…!" She whimpered. Her forehead went down and rested against his. She needed the support. "I…I think I'll cum when you move. Can…can you please give a second?"
He did. Matias was kind like that. With Vi, he fucked her like he owned her. But Caitlyn? Not yet. Not now. Not when she was still getting used to this supersized cock. Her pussy walls had never felt so fucking stretch. They knew instinctively that after this—
"There's no going back," Caitlyn murmured.
Matias pulled back slowly, his cock dragging against her walls, before thrusting back in, eliciting a sharp gasp from Caitlyn. He set a steady rhythm, his hands gripping her hips firmly as he fucked her, the water sloshing around them with each thrust.
Caitlyn moaned repeatedly, he hands clutching at his shoulders. "Y-you feel SO good. I can't—I can't—I can't stop cummiiiing!"
Caitlyn's breath hitched as Matias's lips met hers, tender at first, a gentle exploration of shared warmth. Her hands slid up his shoulders, fingers tangling in the damp strands of his hair, pulling him closer. His hands, calloused yet incredibly gentle, settled on the swell of her ass. He squeezed, feeling the soft, pliant flesh mold perfectly against his palms. Her ass cheeks were firm yet yielding, the perfect balance of softness and strength, and he couldn't resist kneading them as their kiss deepened.
Keeping that cock inside and that ass groped. Caitlyn didn't realize why women loved to fuck men until this moment. It wasn't only the passion, it was the subtle things.
Their lips moved in sync, the kiss growing hungrier with each passing second. He thrust into her again, slow and deliberate, his cock dragging against her sensitive walls. She broke the kiss, gasping for air, her forehead resting against his. "Matiiiass~! Oh good! You feel… too good. I can't—I can't stop cumming."
"And you're so tight," he murmured. "Every time you cum, it's like your pussy's trying to milk me dry."
Caitlyn whimpered, her nails digging into his shoulders as another wave of pleasure crashed over her. Her breasts pressed firmly against his chest, the softness of her tits contrasting with the hard planes of his muscles. The sensation was intoxicating, the friction of their bodies heightening every sensation. Matias couldn't resist dipping his head to kiss the hollow of her throat, his tongue darting out to taste the salt on her skin. Her fingers tightened in his hair, urging him closer, and he obliged, trailing kisses down her collarbone before capturing one of her nipples in his mouth.
She arched into him, a cry escaping her lips as he teased her sensitive tit with his tongue. Her hands clutched at his head, holding him in place as he lavished attention on her breasts, alternating between gentle nibbles and soft sucks. His hips moved in time with his mouth, each thrust drawing another gasp from her lips.
"S-so this is a man's cock. Oh goddd, it's sooo deep! It feels so god! I feel so full! Nggghh! I love ittt!"
Restraint slipped when his focus shifted from her D-cups to her pussy. He thrust into her harder. Her pussy clenched around him, her walls tightening in a way that made his head spin. He gritted his teeth, fighting to hold on, but the feeling of her warm, wet heat was too much.
His hands gripped her hips and they fell into a rhythm that was both frantic and sensual. Caitlyn's moans grew louder and pleasure consumed her. It didn't make sense. "How can a cock feel soooo good! I don't get it! I don't get ittt!"
He leaned forward, capturing her lips in another desperate kiss, their tongues tangling as their bodies moved together. Fucking and kissing, fucking and kissing, all while seated tightly in the bathtub.
"You're so deep, Matias." Another orgasm and she needed the air. She broke the kis and her pussy clenched around him, her walls pulsing with the force of her release. He groaned, his hips stuttering as he felt himself teetering on the edge.
"Caitlyn…" he growled, his voice strained with the effort of holding on. "I can't… I can't stop."
"Don't," Caitlyn pleaded, her eyes locking onto his. "Fill me. Please."
That was all it took. With a roar, Matias slammed into her one last time, his cock pulsing as he released deep inside her. Caitlyn cried out, her body shuddering as she felt him flood her with hot, thick cum. The water…the water was a non-factor. She could feel the gushing yogurt that was his cum, ruining her pussy. Creampieing her pussy.
"Oh god, oh god, oh goddd—! This is the first time ANYONE HAS CUM INSHIIIDE ME!!"
She was losing it and so was Matias. His thrusts slowed, their breaths coming in ragged gasps as they clung to each other. Caitlyn's breasts pressed against his chest, her heartbeat racing in time with his. Matias leaned down, capturing her lips in a tender kiss, their bodies still entwined as they came down from the high of their passion.
The water around them was warm, the air thick with the scent of their desire, and for a moment, everything else faded away. It was just the two of them, lost in the heat of the moment, their bodies and souls intertwined in a way that left them both breathless.
And as their kiss deepened, Matias couldn't help but think that he never wanted to.
He stood up. Her legs wrapped around him and with a small jerk of the hips, his cock plopped from her pussyhole. It was a gaping, creampied mess, diluted ever so much from her fluids and the water.
"How about the other hole?" Matias suggested.
"Godd…if my mother was here…" She smirked. "She'd be so happy."
"Then let's make her happy." He pressed the tip of his cock against her tight hole, the pressure making her gasp."Relax, Caitlyn. Just relax and let me in."
She nodded, still wearing that smirk, and he pushed forward, the thick head of his cock stretching her tight ring of muscle. She gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders as he began to slide inside her, inch by inch, filling her completely.
"Oh my god," she whispered. "You're so big… so fucking big…! Nggghh!"
Cue the rolled back eyes. Cue the smirk from Matias.
Grinning, he rammed his full length inside her. Caitlyn felt like her world had changed. This time, it wasn't just the cock but the smack of the balls. He thrust a second time, deeper, and he stretched her tight little hole to its limits.
"OH MY FUCKING GOD—!"
Caitlyn couldn't believe the divine pleasure from this. She threw her head back and her lips went into an O-shape. From shock. From rapid orgasms seeming like one. From his cock sliding in and out of her with slow, deliberate strokes. From his balls slapping against her ass.
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
"Thiscockthiscockthisfatcock—!" She mewled. "I love this! I love being your anal slut!! Oh my days! Oh my goodness! You're going to make me cum! You're going to make me cum AGAIIIIN!"
So effortless. It wasn't like he was going crazy like he did with Vi. Caitlyn was just more sensitive. Each thrust rewrote what she ever knew about sex. Every inch of his cock fucked her ass with a rhythm that drove her insane.
"God! Fuck! Oh goddd! I-I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry! I can't control myself! I CAN'TTT!"
She was shrieking. She was tightening up. He grinned, his hands tightening on her hips as he increased his pace, his cock slamming into her ass with hard, deep thrusts. The water sloshed around them. Caitlyn's cries grew louder. All she could do was cling to him. All she could do was throw her head or glance at him briefly only to orgasm and lose all focus.
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
"Is this the best sex you've ever had?"
"Yes! Yesss! By far! By fucking faarrrr!" Her hands clung to his shoulders. A pathetic, weakly method of trying to steady herself. "You're so deep." But she kept gasping. She kept whimpering. "I can feel you everywhere. Oh god, Matias, I'm going to cum again!"
How could a virgin woman ever handle this? Technically, she had been with Vi but this…this was different. A cock was hotter, better, and reached so much deeper than a toy or some fingers. Everything she had experienced up until felt amateurish. Compared to this, compared to these toe-curling orgasms—
"I'M CUMMIIING!"
Caitlyn could never turn back. She could never go back to a life of not having this cock inside her. Grinning maniacally, her eyes half-lidded with exhaustion and pleasure, she heaved out, "I've never had anyone like you! Nevvverrr!"
Their lips met again in a tender kiss, their bodies still intertwined as they reveled in the aftermath of their passion. She knew she'd never be the same after this—Matias had ruined her for anyone else. And as he kissed her again, she realized she wouldn't have it any other way.
And when Matias finally spilled inside her for the second time, she knew she'd found something she'd never let go of—a connection so deep, so primal, that it had forever changed her.
Her tight little hole clenched around his cock. He filled her up like it was nothing. Standing like this, his balls slapping loudly for the cumshots, it was a whole new world. This was what a real orgasm felt like. This was real sex.
Her world went white. She could still feel everything, but she felt that embracing white that took every man and woman when they climaxed intensely. That brief moment, now stretched to seconds from this legendary cock.
Thirteen inches, all inside her.
Thirteen inches, sliding out of her, hot cum gushing from her well-used pussy in thick, creamy rivulets. Her thighs trembled, locked around his waist. Both her womb and her anus was unable to contain the sheer volume he'd pumped into her. Those fat balls had given everything and then some.
Plop!
When his softening schlong finally left her, her body felt utterly transformed, every inch of her thrumming with the echoes of their passion. Semi-flaccid but still impossibly thick, the monster cock was pointed down and glistening with a mixture of their fluids. More cum dribbled from her freshly creampied asshole, the sensation foreign yet oddly satisfying.
Caitlyn's fingers traced lazy circles on his back, her breath slowly returning to normal.
"Stay with me," she whispered in contentment, cradled in his shoulder. She didn't look up. She couldn't. "Just… stay."
His hand moving to cup her ass cheek, his fingers sinking into the soft, supple flesh. He kneaded her gently. God, her ass was perfect—round, firm, and just the right amount of jiggle. He'd never felt anything like it. He smacked twice, one cheek at a time.
The stud had done it. He had conquered the hottest Enforcer duo and he didn't even know it.
Inside the sink of the kitchen was Violet "Vi" of Zaun, moaning and groaning, legs dangling out and her pussy oozing with thick baby batter.
Inside the tub of the bathroom, held up by the stud responsible, was Caitlyn Kiramman of the noble matriarchal clan. Both holes were plopping with thick, creamy baby batter.
In both cases, a seemingly ordinary young man had fucked them to the point of being nearly unrecognizable. In both cases, their eyes were misted with a new kind of lust and love for their hung lover.