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It was their bust of the year. The big demonstration of the proverbial ‘Progress’ of Piltover. The thing that made headlines in the Gazette for weeks. A project that had years of foundation underneath it and simply couldn’t have a step made wrong when handling it.
So of course, the stress of everything finally coming together caused Caitlyn’s body to delay her heat by nearly two weeks. If she’d just had the damn thing on time like she was planning on it would have been inconvenient, but it would not have been outright disastrous like it was quickly becoming.
Vi, as always, was her faithful early warning system. Caitlyn had watched her mate get increasingly more agitated as a two day stake out quickly turned into three until she’d finally said something.
“You’re awful close, my love,” Caitlyn had said softly, curled in a ball attop a bunk mattress with Vi tightly wrapped around her. Dusty Zaun sun was filtering through the window despite the fact that they were attempting to sleep. The nightlife of the Undercity dictated the schedule. The Deputy and Sheriff really shouldn’t have been sleeping at the same time at all, but that was a gravitational force that no one really felt like fighting with.
“You’re going into heat. You know I can’t stand being apart from you during your cycle. I gotta get my touch in some time." Vi drags her hands up Caitlyn's sides, pressing lightly and rubbing circles with them. "Sucks that it finally came in while we’re out here,” The alpha rubs her face on Caitlyn’s mating mark for emphasis. “Plus I’m possessive, y’know?”
“My poor, sad girl.” She laughs sleepily. “You’re just having an awful time, aren’t you?” Caitlyn cranes her neck to give Vi better access to cuddle into her mark. “I like you possessive. Just have to keep it tame while we’re down here. Get this done so we can go home and you can fuck me into our matress to your heart’s content.”
“Bet.”
Caitlyn lets out a soft chuckle before shifting so that Vi's thigh is pressing between her legs. She grinds down on it, just a little, seeing how sensitive she is. However, she wasn't expecting Vi to push against her, encouraging Caitlyn to grind down on her thigh again.
"Mmh," Caitlyn gasps, finding the answer to her query to be very sensitive.
"You wanna get off like that?" Vi rasps into her ear, quiet. Can't have any of the people just one room over hearing that. "Grind on my leg and make a mess in your panties?"
"I can," Caityn responds, chasing the pressure of toned muscles against her core. "I can cum like this. If I have to. Please?"
"Go on baby. Get yourself some relief for me. I'll help. Here." The alpha pushes the soft meat of her forearm into Caitlyn's mouth, essentially gagging her. "Can't have you letting everyone know. There you go. Fuck yourself just like that for me. Good girl."
-
Vi isn’t especially fond of anyone else being around Caitlyn ever. She can be exceptionally possessive and mean about it. Them getting together in the first place and been such an adjustment at first that it had almost broken them. It took such effort for them to get to a place where catching someone in the station eyeing Caitlyn’s ass didn’t send Vi careening across the room. Or the work contact they were talking to making a lewd comment and receiving a broken wrist as a result. It was something of a proof of concept, watching Vi manage a close quarters stakeout with about ten other people while her mate was in heat for two days (the stakeout dragged on another extra day because of course).
"Violet," Caitlyn scolds while they're out scouting, having deliberately dragged her mate away from the rest of their group. "You have to focus. My chest is not, actually, what we are scouting right now."
"It's not my fault you enable me most of the time, babe. How am I supposed to pay attention to Chem Punks when your poor titties are all swollen like that."
Caitlyn squirms. She'd like nothing more to enable Vi in the same way she always does.
"The same way I am focusing despite said swollen tits being attached to me, and the way you keep looking at me. Please. It's making it difficult to think."
The alpha softens, presses a kiss to Caitlyn's temple. "Yeah, okay. I'll try to keep my eyes in check. This blows."
After they had finished everything, fucking finally, all Caitlyn wanted to do was go home and reward herself and Vi for all that restraint. But that wasn’t part of being The Sheriff of Piltover. She knew damn well that she’d be lucky to make it home by tomorrow. There were damages to assess and triage to coordinate and reporters to deal with. Cogs, the reporters were going to be awful about this one.
She was just glad she was used to this kind of hormonal fridging by now, and knew that eventually they’d make up for lost time.
-
Vi was wound about as tightly as she ever was. Two days of being able to smell Caitlyn perfect and ripe and so in heat while crammed into a safehouse with a fourth of the Piltover Warden Core was something she could safely define as actual hell. Thankfully all of their coworkers knew better at this point than to even let on that they could also smell Vi’s mate, which had made it just ever so marginally easier. Caitlyn and Vi had so much of a relationship between them at this point that there was no part of Vi’s over possessive alpha brain that really saw anyone else as a legitimate threat, it was more a matter of principle.
But still. The blue balls were fucking unreal.
She mostly stays out of the limelight when something like this happens, by choice. She has found that it's much easier for everyone if she mostly just keeps her head down and tucked away as far as the press is concerned. Vi isn't an especially friendly creature when her and her mate are crammed against a wall by a herd of people. Especially this time, with the added hormonal bullshit that has been stringing her up as well. So while Caitlyn handles all of the logistical aftermath, it’s Vi’s job to make sure that when she finally finishes with everything that she can just collapse.
The Sheriff's office is all deep browns, blue, and gold. It smells like sandalwood and Caitlyn and is probably in Vi's top five favorite places in all of Runeterra. They'd fallen in love in this room, cocky flirting turning into good morning coffees and then sloppy kisses that just couldn't wait.
There's pictures of them together placed decoratively around the shelves, and a pair of name plates that sit together on the desk because this had stopped being 'Caitlyn's Office' a long time ago. Vi's everywhere in this room too, and it makes her smile and breathe a sigh of relief.
They probably won't get to go home until tomorrow morning at the very earliest, but holding up in here isn't a half bad alternative. There's already throw blankets and a pair of pillows that live on a small sectional and chaise tucked into the corner where they commonly sleep on work nights that drag on. Vi had insisted on that fairly early into their relationship, had growled about Caitlyn taking care of herself and getting her rest enough that one day that sectional had appeared as a compromise.
Vi shakes her head happily and sets about her chores. Unfolding and spreading out the blankets on the sectional. Using the small kitchenette in the break room to boil some water, dip several washcloths in it, and then put them in a thermos that was subsequently set on the floor by the chaise. Filling a water bottle and setting it next to the thermos. Fishing condoms out of the bottom drawer of the desk and adding the box to the little pile on the floor.
She sighs, finally allowing herself to sink into the furniture. Vi runs the scent glands in her wrists along the blankets, despite the fact that they already smell like her. Alphas don’t nest, but at least for Vi, making one for Caitlyn to use is almost the same process.
An attempt is made for Vi to just go to sleep, take a light nap before Caitlyn gets to the office. But the whole situation is distracting enough that instead she ends up with her dick in her hand, desperately jerking herself off to the thought of her mate. Cumming into one of those washcloths and whining like a desperate, horny little animal because it’s less of a relief and more an overwhelming feeling of more more more. She slumps against the back of the couch in defeat. Her mate can’t appear soon enough.
Vi lets out a forlorn sigh, gets up, tucks her cock back in her pants and sets about replacing the abused washcloth.
-
When Caitlyn finally is free to just go spend a couple of hours in her office, she practically slams the door behind her, locking it for good measure, terrified if it stays open for a single extra moment someone will need her. She notices the smell first, the normal sandalwood incense fragrance of her office mixed with the smell of Vi's pheromones, sharpened by the rut she'd apparently gone into at some point to match Caitlyn's heat.
Her mate is draped over the couch in the corner, boredly fiddling with the knuckle mechanism on one of her gauntlets. Upon noticing Caitlyn, Vi is instantly on her feet, grabbing Caitlyn into her arms and pressing her face into the mate mark on her neck.
"Fucking finally," She growls. "If I had known it was going to take that long I would have stayed with you. I was going out of my mind just waiting."
Caitlyn laughs happily as Vi tosses her onto the sectional and follows her down. "You could have taken care of it yourself. You know I don't mind, and you smell like you're about to go feral."
"I did. Didn't help. Just made me want you worse."
"Mm, that kind of desperate, are we?" Caitlyn snuggles into the blanket under her, spreading her legs so that Vi can slot between them.
"I'm out of my mind, Cait. I honestly can’t believe that you aren’t. Do I need to step up my game?” Vi’s hands are wondering, tugging at Caitlyn’s coat.
“Honestly I think I’m just adjusting,” She responds. “I’m not used to just being unable to do anything about it. Let you do something about it. I’m sure it’ll kickstart once I’ve got you like this a little longer.”
Caitlyn raises her arms for Vi to slip the jacket off. Her mate makes a satisfied noise, tears off Caitlyn’s cravat with her teeth, and takes a deep breath. Enjoying being able to press her face into the soft give of Caitlyn’s swollen scent glands without the barrier of clothing.
“Fuck, baby. I’m never taking my hands off of you again.” Vi sighs, slipping a hand under Caitlyn’s undershirt to press against the plane of her stomach.
“Don’t, then.”
The two of them lay like the for a moment, breathing in each other’s scents and basking in the skin contact.
“Violet,” Caitlyn purrs. “Why do I still have clothes on?”
Vi lets out a breathy little chuckle. “I’m just savoring you. My perfect omega. All mine.” She mouths at Caitlyn’s mate mark for emphasis. “Gonna' fuck you so well in just a minute. Promise. I just missed this. Being able to touch you like this, intimate, you know?”
“Yes, I know. I missed you too. My alpha.” Caitlyn reaches out and runs a had along Vi's face, caressing her jaw.
Vi kisses her palm sweetly. Moves the hand that was on Caitlyn's stomach to tug at her shirt, sliding her hands up to take her bra with it. Caitlyn shuffles out of the garment and feels a deep delight at the way the alpha's pupils blow at the sight of her heat swollen breasts.
"Look at you, all soft and supple," Vi murmurs darkly. She takes one of them in her hands and squeezes it harshly, fingers digging into soft flesh.
Pain sears through her chest, causing Caitlyn to gasp and squirm, shirking away from Vi's harsh attentions.
"Tender, sweetheart?" Vi asks with a mock saccharine tone. She squeezes Caitlyn's tit again, just as hard, proving her concern insincere.
"Knock it off. They hurt." Caitlyn protests, despite the fact she knows it's useless. Vi won't listen, and Caitlyn wouldn't want her to. "Usually you've sucked them out half a dozen times by the time my heat's this far along. Imagine having a boner for three days. That's what it feels like."
Vi breaks for a moment, a grin lighting her face as she laughs. "You're supposed to go to a doctor way before it lasts that long, baby."
"It was a figure of speech!"
"Mmm," Vi hums, centered on target again. She flicks at Caitlyn's nipple and watches it tighten.
Caitlyn looses her ability to wait. "Alpha please, they're so full and tight, it hurts, please suck them for me, please."
Vi tilts her head, assessing her mate. "You're cute when you beg." She says, teasing, before dipping her head down. Caitlyn closes her eyes in anticipation, pushing her chest up so Vi can access it better.
Before Vi shifts and apparently skips right past her previous target, instead pressing her lips to Caitlyn's ribs.
"Shit, Vi. You can have the rest of me as much as you want later. I need your mouth. I'm serious. Please."
Vi sucks harder on the skin beneath her teeth, almost certainly leaving a bruise, before pulling away with a 'pop'.
"You usually don't get this desperate until I'm toying with your pussy. It's that bad, huh?"
"It's atrocious, as are you. Please, baby. I need it."
Vi huffs, amused. "Fine. I'm so damn easy for you."
Caitlyn had been embarrassed, with previous partners and the first time she and Vi had spent one of her heats together, of the lactating. Of course, it was a normal process of an omega’s heat, a byproduct of the extra hormones flowing through the body. But Caitlyn’s could be quite excessive, and, well, she couldn’t find it in herself to blame anyone who found it off putting.
Vi however adored it. She treated nursing on Caitlyn’s tits like her personal mission. There were treatments for dealing with excessive milk during heats, but Caitlyn no longer bothered with it, to her mate’s delight.
Vi latches her mouth on, licks Caitlyn’s nipple reverently, and moans. It hurts, that pulsing, pulling feeling of Vi suckling her, but in the same way a nice thick cock does, heady and addictive despite the pressure.
“Shit, yes, just like that. Good girl.” Caitlyn gasps, threading her fingers into the long side of her alpha’s hair and pressing her head down. Vi headbutts into her gently, acknowledging the praise.
Vi is ravenous as always, sucking, licking and making happy, sloppy noises as she works. When she does pull her head up, it’s only to take a couple of shallow breaths and then switch to Caitlyn’s other teat. She brings her hand, still covered in the leather half-glove she wears under the gauntlets, up to massage at the abandoned nipple. Caitlyn doesn’t usually lactate unless a pretty direct and specific pressure is applied, but the omega can absolutely feel her overfull and excited breasts leaking onto Vi’s fingers and down her side.
"Vi," Caitlyn gasps lightly, dragging her thigh along the obnoxiously hard bulge at Vi's apex. "You're going to ruin your work pants."
The only response is a muffled "'M busy," before the pressure of the suction and teeth on Caitlyn's nipple are redoubled.
Caitlyn whines. "You could be busy knocking me up, though."
Vi lets out a feral snarl and pulls her head up, spit and froth coming away in strings.
"You serious?" Vi's eyes are wide and a little wild. There's trails of fluid running down her chin that Caitlyn can't stop staring at.
"I mean, we could. If you wanted." It's shy, and admission of something Caitlyn had been thinking about for too long, really. Before it was reasonable.
Vi blinks down at her, bewildered. "I, uh. Shouldn't we like, talk about it before? Isn't that the morally correct thing to do?"
Caitlyn squints at her lover. "What do you mean? We have talked about it. We want kids. And I… I don't know. Have been thinking about it."
"No, yeah of course I want a baby with you," Vi corrects. Caitlyn feels a small burst of relief at this. "But like, aren't responsible adults supposed to like, go to a doctor about it beforehand and plan when they want the baby born?"
"I don't know, Violet. I'm sure some people do. It's not like it's guaranteed to take. There will be plenty of time to figure out logistics later. If you're concerned just put a condom on and we'll talk about it later."
Vi gets this wistful look in her eyes and runs her hands down Caitlyn's ribs, over her stomach and down to squeeze at her hips.
"You'd look fucking amazing pregnant. All well bred and full of my pup. Shit, baby."
"So breed me, then." Caitlyn has her hand on Vi's cock, rubbing at it through it's restraints.
The alpha makes a 'hmph' sound, but she bucks into the touch just enough for her omega to feel it.
"It's just like I said." Vi says, reaching to finally unzip her pants. "You get whatever you want, don't you? I could have you tied up and completely at my mercy and it would only be because you asked, huh?"
"Obviously." Caitlyn says, grinning cheerily at her mate. Reveling in their play. She missed this. "Speaking of what I want, throat fuck me first."
Vi lights up in a grin to shoot right back. "Yeah? Want me to fuck your throat? Have you all stupid on my cock? Thought you wanted me to breed you up?"
"I happen to know that you're capable of cumming more than once, actually. Throat fuck me first."
Vi groans and hurriedly finishes tossing her pants off. She presses a hand into Caitlyn's hair at the roots, pulling gently. The pressure isn't hard enough to do anything but make her scalp tingle pleasantly as Vi pushes Caitlyn onto her back and kneels over her.
Vi is diamond hard and Caitlyn can tell she has been for a while, flushed and needily twitching into the even the smallest touches.
The omega raises an eyebrow at her mate. She raises a hand to touch and then does when Vi nods in assent at her. The ready cock practically jumps into her hand, and Caitlyn tuts.
"Someone's sensitive. Did I leave you waiting for too long, my love? Hands not good enough, have to have something warm and wet to fuck?" Caitlyn croons up at Vi, knowing that her lover really doesn't need to be riled up and more but enjoying the process nonetheless.
"Quiet, brood bitch." Vi grits down at her, apparently done playing nice.
A trill runs up Caitlyn's spine. Perfect. That rough, faux aggressive attitude was exactly what she had wanted. She always gets what she wants.
Vi grabs her hair again, rougher this time. Bearing those sharp alpha fangs like a dare. "Be a good little slut and open your mouth like I know you want to. 'M gonna split you open and fuck you until you can't think of anything but how much you love my dick."
Caitlyn does as she's told. Opens her mouth and demonstratively sticks out her tongue. Her mate assesses her for a moment, making Caitlyn watch as she runs her hand over her erection a few times before shifting her hips forward and laying her cock on Caitlyn's face. Grinding on her lightly. Caitlyn is suddenly surrounded by the taste and smell of her mate's cunt, buried in it by the action. She moans in an odd mixture of pleasure and surprise. Vi grinds harder, and Caitlyn gets the hint and begins to eat her out, completely unable to breathe.
"Mmmph!" The omega protests, squeezing her top's thigh and squirming, trying to get somewhere she can breathe. Vi pulls her hair harshly and lifts her hips, leaving Caitlyn's face covered in slick and with just enough space to get air.
Well fuck. Caitlyn loves when Vi's mean like this, too feral to be a dom and nowhere near the service top she naturally trends towards.
"Remember not to get cocky, sweet thing," Vi murmurs at her, mocking. "I know how much you like mine but it's not the only thing I can choke you with."
All Caitlyn manages is a breathy ‘Fu-uck,’ before Vi has her jaw grasped between her thumb and index finger and is pushing the head of her cock into Caitlyn’s waiting mouth. She swirls her tongue around, eager both for Vi to give her more and to taste the precum leaking from it.
“There’s my good girl,” Vi croons, relaxing the hold of her hand in Caitlyn’s hair to stroke it comfortingly. “Just like that. You tell me if it’s too much, yeah?”
The omega can only bob her head in assent as she feels the resistance in her throat give as Vi fucks into it. She focuses on breathing through her nose and calming her gag reflex while Vi waits for her to get used to the sensation, before beginning to slowly drag herself through Caitlyn’s throat.
Caitlyn loves this more than Vi does, and often has to be the one to request it. She likes the way it feels, to be made to just lie back and take something, to be held in such a way that there’s an illusion of not having a choice. It makes her brain numb and floaty, to focus on breathing and swallowing and making Vi feel good.
Vi sheath’s herself fully into Caitlyn’s mouth and grunts when her mate swallows around her.
"This what you wanted?" Vi pants, speeding up until she's well and truly fucking Caitlyn's throat. She can't really do much more than moan, head pinned beneath thick thighs and mouth full of cock. But again, Vi knows the answer, she's just talking because they both like it.
The alpha twists and plants one of her hands on Caitlyn's cunt, rubbing it through her leggings. It's almost overestimating, the dual sensations of her mate's dick bullying her larynx and getting pussy played with.
"Mhh,” Vi husks, breath and strokes becoming erratic. “So perfect- mmm, ‘gonna make me cum. You want it, sweet thing?”
Caitlyn bobs her head, the little that their position allows, and Vi growls appreciatively at her. The alpha cums after a few more desperate thrusts of her hips, pumping her seed down her omega’s waiting throat.
Vi pulls most of the way out to keep from choking Caitlyn, who in turn sucks off the last spurts of her finish. She likes the way her mate tastes, not the sweet candy of adolescent fiction, but salt and musk that all the same is enjoyable to have in her mouth.
The alpha lets a ragged breath and slumps back against the sette. She isn’t spent, Caitlyn knows her mate much better than that, but simply catching her breath. She looks amazing, a deep fuck-blush coloring her from the bridge of her nose and down her neck until it’s hidden by her blouse. Caitlyn knows from experience that it goes all the way down her chest. She leans closer, tucking her face into Vi’s neck and nuzzling her rut swollen scent glands.
“Did that feel good?” Caitlyn asks quietly, teasing. She runs her hand up her mate’s sides, under her shirt, pulling it off. Exposing hard abs intercostals for her to run her hands over.
Vi gulps down a breath of air before responding. “Yeah. So good. I’ve needed to cum in you for days. Was it good for you?”
“Of course. You always are.”
Wrapping her arms around her mate, Vi rests one hand on Caitlyn’s hip and uses the other to roughly grip and massage her ass. The hand on her hip slips a few fingers under the elastic waistband of Caitlyn’s leggings and snaps it against her skin, making the omega wince and push into the contact.
Vi lets out a mean, gruff little laugh at her. The errant hand moves down, dragging the pants off of Caitlyn’s ass. Tiring of the teasing, Caitlyn grinds the very wet center that’s at this point very poorly concealed by her panties down against her alpha’s lap.
“Ah,” Vi gasps, her hips lifting into the contact. “Someone’s real wet. You want fucked or something?”
“Oh, I don’t know, how about you tell me?” She grinds again for emphasis.
“You’re the detective, love. They just keep me around for the muscles.”
Caitlyn giggles, planting a sweet, chaste little kiss on Vi’s lips. “You’re so much more than muscles, Violet.”
“Well, you keep me around because I give good head and have a fat cock.”
“Vi.”
The accused laughs, ruffling Caitlyn’s hair. “Sorry baby. I think I’m funny.”
“Crudeness and humor aren’t the same thing, you know this.”
“Yeah, sure, but you send mixed messages,” Vi has her hand on Caitlyn’s pussy again, easily piercing the fabric barrier with her index and middle finger. Then spreading her omega’s outer labia with her fingers, running through the slick. “Like, if I say-” She leans in close to her mate’s ear and lowers her voice, “-that I’m gonna lay you out and split open that pretty, tight cunt of yours until I knock you up.” She backs away again, once again completely unphased. “That breaks your brain and makes you soak my leg. But I can’t make jokes. See what I mean?”
Vi’s good at acting unaffected when they’re like this, but she’s hard again, pressing against Caitlyn’s stomach. Caitlyn is not good at acting unaffected, especially when her mate talks like that, and then presses two of her fingers into her in one fluid motion. So instead she whines desperately, rocking into Vi’s hand.
“So needy, my sweet thing.” The alpha chuckles, moving her thumb to rub lazy circles into Caitlyn’s aching clit.
The omega keens, suddenly unable to stand not having her lover’s tongue in her mouth, and shifting to kiss her. Vi reciprocates with gusto, opening her mouth for Caitlyn to take whatever she wants.
Those circles around Caitlyn’s clit tighten and speed up as Vi fucks her, thrusts moving faster.
“Fuck,” Caitlyn growls, shifting so she’s once again laying on her back. “Cock. Fuck me. Right now.”
Vi smirks down at her. “There’s my girl.”
She’s very quickly on top of Caitlyn, replacing her hand with her dick. They share a moan of pleasure, and the alpha’s hips snap forward in a way Caitlyn can tell is involuntary. She doesn’t mind a bit. Vi bottoms out easily, both Caitlyn’s heat and just how desperate she was after the stake out making her wet beyond reason. The alpha growls and grabs at her mate’s legs, lifting them over her shoulders, forcing herself deeper.
It’s all Caitlyn can do to gasp and dig her nails into the blanket, hanging on for dear life as Vi reminds her where the word ‘rut’ comes from.
“That’s it, that’s it, take it baby. Fuck you’re wet.” Vi sounds feral, her words coming out in pants as she fucks Caitlyn into the cushions. She wobbles after a particularly deep thrust and shoots a hand out to the armrest to steady herself.
“Don’t you dare fall on me.” Caitlyn warns.
“Shut up,” Vi moans, half exasperation and half affection. “Why are you always incapable of speech until I show weakness?”
“Muzzle me, then.”
Vi gets a dark look in her eyes and a feral snarl rips out of her, before she’s pressing the thumb on the hand that isn’t holding her up into Caitlyn’s mouth to hold her tongue down.
“Remind me that we need a proper-” She gives a particularly hard pump for emphasis. “-muzzle in your naughty little desk drawer, but this will do for now. You’re going to have to touch your clit, though.”
Caitlyn lets out a pleased, affirmative sound, before reaching a hand down to do exactly that. Cogs she’s wet. She’d sigh at herself in different circumstances. Instead she’s approaching an orgasam, Vi’s relentless fucking and the minsrations of her own hand coiling her like a spring.
And apparently Vi can tell, because suddenly she completely stills. Bitch!
Caitlyn whimpers and squirms, fighting the digit in her mouth.
“Does my little whore think she gets to cum?”
All Caitlyn can do is look at her mate with desperate, pleading need and rub her clit harder for some sensation. She definitely wouldn’t get to come if she bit her alpha’s finger.
“You’re going to wait,” Vi growls. “Until I tell you. I wanna feel your pussy going tight while I’ve got you stuck on my knot. And if you don’t, you’ll spend the rest of your heat as empty as you were before.”
Caitlyn wonders about the validity of that threat, but the point is made clear, nonetheless. She nods, meeting her mate’s eyes. Vi smirks and lowers her head to give a ruthless little pull on Caitlyn’s nipple, making the omega mewl and squirm under her. She returns to thrusting her hips, with a force that makes the omega gasp and sink her nails into tattooed shoulder blades.
Vi grunts at the contact, and Caitlyn feels her shudder.
“Fuck, you’re not gonna’ have to wait long,” She slurs against Caitlyn’s chest, the pattern of her hips starting to become slightly erratic. Sure enough, Caitlyn can feel the swell of a half formed knot pressing against her, and she keens. She nibbles on the thumb in her mouth, not anywhere near hard enough to hurt but just enough to let the alpha know that she wanted it out. Vi complies without a word, understanding the signal.
“Please alpha,” Caitlyn gasps, taking full advantage of her newly returned speech. “Give me your knot, please I want it. Wanna’ make you cum and tie and breed me- fuck - please, baby.”
“D-don’t gotta beg, sweetheart, you’re going to get it no matter what. That’s what you want, isn’t it? Want to cum on my knot and take my seed? Make a baby for me? Be my good little brood bitch?”
Caitlyn doesn’t respond, preoccupied with trying not to cum while her mate says things like that while her cock repeatedly brushes her cervix.
Vi pushes her omega’s legs apart just a little bit more, and in a couple of quick thrusts has Caitlyn split open on the swell of her knot. The alpha gives a couple more quick pumps, pushing them as deep as the knot will allow, before she makes a gutteral noise in the back of her throat and pitches forward. Caitlyn can feel the hot pressure of the cum spilling into her, and lets that sensation drag her over the edge, stars dancing behind her eyelids as she cums.
She comes back to Vi pressingsweet, slow kisses onto her mouth and the bridge of her nose. Caitlyn can taste her milk on her lover’s mouth, and smiles at her.
“Hey, you.”
“Hey.”
Vi places another kiss, before hesitating and then speaking. “Did you mean all that stuff? About wanting a pup? Because I–,”
“I meant it.” Caitlyn summons the deepest sincerity she can muster, making direct eye contact with her mate. “I wouldn’t have let you rawdog me if I didn’t. I’m sorry for springing it on you like that. But it’s something I’ve been hesitating pursuing for a while, and not being able to be with you when I wanted really strangled my self control.”
“Okay.” Another kiss, to her forehead this time. “Good. Because I meant it. Every word. I really love you, y’know?”
“I know. I love you too, so much. Now, lets get up and clean up our mess so you can go home and nut in me some more.”
Vi giggles, nuzzling into her mate. “What about the reporters? And damage reports?”
“I’m sure they’ll be here when I get back on Monday. Some things are just more important, don’t you think?”