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The deafening roar in her ears. The thunder of blood through her veins. Each and every throbbing heartbeat a pulse of energy coursing through her. Her lungs pumped like the bellows of a forge, her skin glistening with a sheen of sweat. There was nothing in the world outside of this ring. Beyond the harsh light cast by the spotlight overhead there was only darkness.

Her opponent crouched in the opposite corner, in similar shape to her. It had been a knock-down drag-out match, a grueling half hour onslaught of nonstop action. She sneered, wiping her mouth and finding a little blood. That happened, sometimes. There was nothing for it. Each occupied an opposite corner, clinging to the ropes for support. 

Vi’s eyes met Juri’s. Something flashed between them and the other girl sneered, pushing herself to her feet and staggering once before she settled into her stance. Vi smirked, using both hands to slap her face twice, letting out a yell and pulling herself back to her feet. Taking the initiative, she put her fists up and surged forwards, launching a spectacular right that Juri ducked under easily. Juri caught her in a sort of tackle, pushing her back until Vi’s back hit the turnbuckle, forcing a grunt out of her. She staggered the appropriate amount, using both hands to push Juri away. She took a moment to wipe the sweat from her eyes, brushing her pink hair back and taking a single step forwards only to find Juri leaping for her, legs at full extension to wrap around her shoulders.

Vi barely had time to stagger, much less to process the sweaty musk Juri had built up in her ring gear before Juri was flowing into a hurricanrana, using centrifugal force to throw Vi halfway across the ring. Even if Vi wasn’t helping, throwing her all into the performance, she knew from experience Juri could throw her with this move anyways. She hit the ring hard with a huge thud, arching her back in pain- some of which was even real- and staying down for Juri to get into position. 

The crowd was roaring, the champion climbing the ropes and stopping to flex, playing to her faithful one last time. Vi laid back on the mat, gasping like a fish, waiting for her cue. Juri looked back over her shoulder, gauging the distance. She turned her back again, reaching the top ropes and throwing her arms out, showing off one last time.

Vi was on her feet the minute Juri looked away, the crowd letting out a collective gasp and holding their breaths as Vi surged forwards. Juri bounced on the ropes and leapt into a beautiful moonsault, a backflip that took her high over the ring, ready to come down like a meteor and deliver the slam that would end the impudent challenger. 

But that wasn’t what was going to happen. Vi had reached the ropes, screaming with everything she had as she jumped, hit the second rope and shoved off, exploding into the air. She shot up like a cannon, meeting Juri in midair, a hand wrapping around her throat as the other grabbed one of her straps. It was the C & D, the Cease and Desist, Vi’s ultimate finisher. She thought it was a crappy name, but the recklessness of the stunt always got a big pop and tonight was no different. The crowd erupted as Vi carefully spun them in the air, readying herself for the landing. She looked at Juri, their eyes meeting, and she saw it.

The truth was written there, plain as day. Adrenaline, spite, jealousy. The story was pre-determined, the outcome agreed on, the whole thing a show… but as anyone who had stepped in the ring would tell you, it was all real. The champ didn’t want to go down. She was going to kick out. Vi’s resolve hardened, her career flashing before her eyes.

A snot nosed little kid with a black eye, watching her tv screen in open-mouthed wonder. An angsty teen, training as hard as she could, drilling every skillset she could think of in pursuit of one goal. A scrappy young fighter working the indie circuits, pummeling herself again and again for scraps. A seasoned warrior, finally having her hand lifted in victory. The long, slow climb to the top, working match after match, leaving it all on the mat night after night.

And this bitch was going to take it all away from her because she’d let it get to her head. Any semblance of mercy left Vi’s body. 

A slam from this height was always going to hurt, but the first rule of the business was that you took care of your partner. Vi broke that rule. The mat boomed as Juri slammed into it, the air driven from her lungs as Vi desperately scrambled into a cover. She stacked up her legs and forced her shoulders to the mat, brute forcing her to stay down. Juri fought, wheezing for breath, trying to struggle up, but Vi was just too strong and the impact too great. The ref’s hand fell once, twice..

“Ladies and Gentlemen, introducing your new PWN Women’s World Heavyweight Champion- The Enforcer, VI!”

The crowd exploded, just as they were supposed to. Vi rolled off of Juri and pushed her way to her feet, the ref taking her hand and raising it to the ceiling. She felt a fierce grin come over her, adding her voice to countless others in a roar of triumph. She made a fist and beat her chest, flipping sweat soaked hair out of the way as she played to the crowd. The feeling of victory, the ecstasy of hearing the crowd chant her name was intoxicating. 

Out of the corner of her eye, she watched Juri struggle up in a corner, laying against the post and catching her breath. The resentful glare was for the crowd, for the story, but it was also real. How could it not be? Juri had been the champion for seven hard-fought months. Even though she’d agreed to the angle, agreed to put Vi over, how could she not resent her, at least a little bit?

Juri’s manager, tears streaming down her face, came ringside and slowly handed Juri the belt. The championship belt, this edition of it all gold, silver and faux jewels. It glittered like a Queen’s crown. 

A momentary hush fell over the crowd as Juri pulled herself to her feet and limped over to the center. Their gazes met, feeling sparks in the air between them, and for just a moment no one knew what was going to happen. For a moment, Juri’s shoulders tensed.. then relaxed, a defeated look about her. She handed over the belt. 

Vi took it, feeling the heavy weight. She turned back towards the crowd, back towards the lights and thrust it up above her head. The crowd exploded, the noise level deafening. Vi’s head turned back towards Juri, found herself captured by the vicious look in her eyes. 

“That belt will change you,” Juri warned, her tone icy for a moment. Nobody else could have heard, not with all that going on. Vi wasn’t even sure she’d heard correctly. Her mouth opened, unsure what to say.

A lanky, warm missile hit her. Vi’s girlfriend, rushing the ring over the barricades from ringside, hit her with a delighted grin and a giddy laugh. She kissed her, making everything else swirl away in a wash of love and life. When the kiss broke and she regained her senses, Vi grinned back at Caitlyn, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. Another set of arms wrapped around her, a fierce hug from a smaller girl as Jinx threw herself at her, wearing the same big, dopey grin. 

By the time Vi looked back at Juri she was gone, out of the ring and limping away to the back, supported by her manager all the way. Vi couldn’t be sure but she thought she saw Juri sniffling, being consoled by the woman that was also her behind the scenes lover. 

Someone pushed a microphone in Vi’s hand and she looked around. She’d won. She held the belt, still victoriously aloft, with her girlfriend and her sister by her side. Still catching her breath, she sucked in a deep breath, brought up the mic and called out the only thing she could think of. 

“Vi!” Her voice boomed out over the crowd, setting them up to chant with her, a simple and predictable variation on her catchphrase. “Stands for Victory!”

A long scrub in a steaming shower later, Vi let out a contented sigh, still riding the high of her victory. It was much later in the night, her and Caitlyn having managed to make it to their hotel from the arena. The sheets were blazing white and Vi laid overtop of them, completely naked. 

.. Almost completely naked. She was still wearing the belt. She didn’t ever want to take it off. 

She rolled onto her side, picking up the only framed picture she ever traveled with. She smiled, running fingertips down it lovingly.

“I did it, dad,” she told the photograph of her, Jinx and Vander in a soft voice, feeling her heart pang at the memory. “I did you proud.”

The sound of the bathroom door opening caught her attention. She set the photograph back down, watching the billowing clouds of steam that encapsulated the woman she loved. 

Caitlyn wore only a t-shirt- one of Vi’s shirts, she noted with a smirk- as she sauntered into the bedroom, still toweling off her hair. She grinned at her and she grinned back, the energy infectious. With the both of them naked, or nearly so, the energy turned mischievous quickly.

Caitlyn reached the edge of the bed, long limbs splayed out before her as she stalked, almost catlike, onto the bed. Her hands reached the pillow Vi’s head lay on, her body stretched out above her until those beautiful, glacier blue eyes met hers. 

“So,” she purred, a hand running down Vi’s chest, fingers ghosting along her skin. “How do you want to celebrate, champ~?”

Vi shivered at the touch, a little buzz running through her at Caitlyn’s words. Things seemed to slow down, a tingling sweeping through her limbs at the word. She stared, suddenly breathing kind of hard. 

“What did you call me?” She asked, the question sounding dumb, even to her, but she wanted to make sure she heard it right.. and she wanted to hear it again. Caitlyn smirked, settling her skinny body nicely atop Vi’s muscular build. Vi’s hands instinctively came up as she felt Caitlyn straddle her, sweeping up her sides up her bare, warm back beneath the shirt. Caitlyn leaned in to kiss her neck, making her moan, tilting up to nibble at her earlobe and whisper seductively in her ear. 

“To the victor go the spoils.. my Champion~.”

Champion. 

The word sent a bolt of lightning down her spine, activating some dormant part of her mind. She growled in response, the sound surprising her, and her hands gripped Caitlyn’s plush, toned ass hard, making her gasp. Something stirred inside her as she felt her fingers sink in. She tilted her head, catching Caitlyn in a hard kiss, biting her lower lip with an intense look that made her girlfriend blush and moan. 

“Say it again.”

“My Champion,” Caitlyn breathed, only too happy to oblige. 

She yelped as Vi moved fast, overpowering her in an instant. Her back hit the mattress and her head hit the pillow, hot breath mingling as now Vi was the one that towered over her. The gold belt glinted around her waist, her freshly scrubbed skin almost glowing. Caitlyn’s hands drifted up Vi’s sides, admiring every muscle and scar on her incredibly built lover. The taller, lankier girl trembled as one of Vi’s rough palms spread her legs, another sliding up her belly and decisively grabbing a breast under her shirt, kneading it between her fingers until she got another moan. Vi let out another half-growl, her gaze so intensely lustful it made Cait quiver and leak. 

“Again,” Vi breathed, her fingers almost delicately sliding along Caitlyn’s folds. Caitlyn squirmed, gasping again before she managed to squeak out her reply. 

“M-my ChampioOOOON~!” 

Her back arched, her voice fraying as Vi’s fingers slammed into her. Fingers that, not too long ago, had been locked around a competitor's throat barged into her pussy, spreading her around them and curling against her most sensitive spots. Vi was a good lover, but the intensity, the ferocity she was displaying now was something else entirely. 

Cait’s arms flew around Vi’s shoulders, nails digging into her flesh as Vi’s hot breath washed over her neck. She kissed her shoulder, then her neck hungrily, sucking hard enough to leave a dark hickey, claiming her. Her fingers pumped, not giving her any time to adjust as she started laying on the power. Caitlyn shuddered and gasped beneath her, biting her lower lip in ecstasy. Despite being taller than her, Caitlyn felt almost like a toy in her hands, like some plaything that was hers to enjoy. Vi’s breath came hot and fast, something thundering through her mind with every breath. Lust, love and power. She keenly felt the cool leather strap of the belt against her bare flesh. 

“Who’s the champ?” Vi demanded, her voice husky and low. Caitlyn was leaking with every thrust now, Vi’s fingers utterly coated in her love. Cait’s voice quivered and jumped with every movement, the tension building in her body ramping up by the second as Vi pinched a nipple, rolling it between her fingers. 

“Gnh~! V-Vi~! It feels so- Fnh~! Y-you’re the champ! Vi, I’m already so- Nh! So close!”

Vi could feel her coiled like a spring in her arms, kissing her neck again, trailing to a spot along her jawline she knew Cait particularly liked and getting an instant reaction.

“GH~! V-vi, please, I’m almost- I’m going to-!” Caitlyn half breathed, half begged, legs shaking as her body spasmed around Vi’s fingers. 

“Who’s the champ!?” She hissed, again, jamming a thumb into Caitlyn’s clit and feeling her nearly buckle. Caitlyn’s voice came out as a scream and Vi didn’t really care if the neighbors heard. 

“Y-you are! You’re the Champ! Oh, god, fuck, Viii~! You’re the Champ~! You’re the Chaaaammpp~!!”

Vi assaulted her lover’s g-spot with rough, pounding fingers and Caitlyn came screaming, back arching as her insides coiled and shook around Vi’s fingers. She actually squirted, a small jet of clear fluid exploding out of her and spattering against Vi’s abs. It was the hardest she ever remembered cumming, her eyes rolling back in her head as Vi bit her shoulder hard. 

Vi was usually down for a few rounds at a time, but that night was different. Caitlyn passed out quickly when it was over, utterly exhausted, and Vi lay there with her in her arms, back covered in scratch marks, smirking. She’d lost count of how many times she’d made Caitlyn cum, flooding with a rush of adrenaline and pleasure from dominating her like never before. She turned her head, nuzzling Caitlyn’s neck and making the sleeping girl whimper softly in her sleep. 

“I’m the Champ,” Vi repeated to herself, closing her eyes. The smirk stayed. 

Caitlyn’s back hit the locker with a metal clang, her hands wrapped around Vi’s wrist, her breath coming hard and fast. Her back arched, biting her lower lip to stifle a desperate moan. Her legs squeezed together, her voice quavering as she tried to keep it quiet. “Vi, please, not here- We can’t- You’re going on in-!”

“In a minute,” Vi almost snarled, busying herself with kissing up Caitlyn’s neck. Her fingers worked furiously, pumping up into Caitlyn as hard as she could given the tight constraints of her jeans. Her other hand was on her ass, squeezing and kneading. God, Cait’s ass looked good in jeans. “Besides, you can’t really tell me you want to stop now, you little-“

The sound of a throat clearing awkwardly caught her attention and Vi’s head snapped around, almost snarling at the intrusion before she caught herself. Jinx had stuck her head in the room, politely not looking exactly at them. 

“We’re on,” she said, cheerfully, and shut the door. Vi sighed, venting a little frustration into a few last finger pumps before she pulled her hand out of Caitlyn’s jeans. Caitlyn staggered, almost drooling and flushed beet red from getting discovered so embarrassingly.

Vi smirked. She thought it looked cute. 

“We’ll finish later,” she told Caitlyn, kissing her hard on the lips and smacking her ass. Caitlyn practically had hearts in her eyes as Vi walked away, shaking herself out and slurping Caitlyn’s juices off of her fingers. She took her place behind the curtain with Jinx, who was giving her an amused look. 

“You always get that, uhh… riled up before your matches?” She asked, trying to make light of the situation. Vi, oddly, was utterly shameless, licking each finger clean and wiping them off on her ring garb. She shrugged, answering honestly without really thinking about it. 

“Nah.” She could see her sister’s brows knit in confusion, but then their music hit and it was time to go.

As far as the story went, Vi and Jinx had a complicated relationship. Even without tooting her own horn, it was one of the more compelling ones currently running. 

Vi and Jinx, formerly Powder, were both adopted daughters of Vander, pride of Zaun, multiple time champion of just about every belt except the big one- the one she now wore around her waist, or at least the women’s version of it. Vander had been a larger than life figure both in the ring and out, serving as both entertainment and community hero to the people of Zaun. It was his influence and work that had led wrestling to greater prosperity, beginning the now long-held partnership between Piltover and Zaun’s respective circuits. To say that Vi and her sister had started their careers standing in his shadow was just the beginning of it. 

The best stories were the ones that were just a little bit real. Vi and Jinx had come up together in Zaun- Vi, since she’d always wanted to be a wrestler like their father and Jinx because she was happy to follow Vi anywhere. They were a tag team for a while, working their way up the indies, then had gone through a pretty major rift. Vi was lured away to Piltover by the beautiful Caitlyn- herself, not a wrestler, but the daughter of a promoter and a well-known face in the industry. 

In reality, Vi had just signed a better offer and moved away, but did end up publically dating Caitlyn, changing her gimmick to become a reformed street dog from Zaun now fighting the good fight as Caitlyn’s enforcer. Splitting up had actually caused a little bit of a tiff between her and her sister, but the time apart had been lucrative for both of them. Some truly inspired storytelling had slowly transformed Powder into Jinx, coming into a gimmick she truly made her own and bringing the two back together in a few explosive clashes that had sold out arenas. 

The feud had been hot and good and hadn’t really ended. In reality, they’d long since patched things up; in story, they were tag teaming again after a loose, uneasy alliance to take down the Champion. Now, Vi was the Champion, and as was custom, it was time to feed her some challengers and show why she was still on top. 

“INTRODUCING.. Former UNIVERSAL Tag Team Champions Powder Keg! Featuring 2-time Intercity Champion, the voice of rebellion, Jinx! And her tag team partner, Piltover’s Enforcer, the long fist of the law..! Making her first appearance as your NEW Women’s WORLD Heavyweight Champion.. VI!”

Normally they came out together, but this time Jinx exploded out first, riding the semi-flying stunt prop of her great big rocket out onto the ramp before it nosedived, doing an expert front flip off of it and landing in a low crouch. She threw her arms up in an expression of joy, handfuls of her little snapping explosives flying out to detonate in a stunning pyrotechnic display before Vi sauntered out onto stage, belt shining around her waist. The crowd went nuclear; they were all still in their honeymoon phase with the new champ. 

Their opponents were nothing special. The Empress of the Elements, Qiyana, was more towards Vi’s weight class- not quite a true heavyweight, but routinely able to take as good as she dished in a fight like this. The light rippled off of her oiled, dusky skin, showing off her physique. Even Vi, gym rat that she was, had to admire the look. Her partner, the Rogue Assassin Akali, was a lightweight like Jinx- acrobatic and high-flying. The two were just hitting their stride as a tag team. 

The match was going just fine. Vi and Qiyana traded blows, tagging out to let the flyers do their thing. The match got more intense as big plays got traded- Jinx managed to get her thighs around Qiyana, tossing the bigger girl with a beautiful Hurricanrana, only to be caught around the waist by Akali and suplexed straight to the mat. An enraged Vi charged in off the sideline, arms spreading wide for a bear hug only for the assassin to duck under at the last second, leaving a dazed Jinx to get caught up in the move instead. Working off pure autopilot, Vi practically threw her into the air, caught her by her thighs and took her down in a huge slam, reflexively pulling her legs up to pin her shoulders to the mat in a cover. 

A hush fell over the crowd. Jinx and Vi had been tearing it up as a team lately, it was true- but how deep could that old hate really be buried? Were they about to witness something that would cascade into a breakup? Would Vi pin her own sister, losing them the match but maybe proving some imagined point?

That was all going according exactly to script. Jinx looked up at Vi, pushing her emotions to throw all her fear and uncertainty into her eyes, only to find a gaze that paralyzed her instantly. Vi’s eyes seemed darker than usual, almost burning with the intensity of her gaze. Something sparked between them, something that made Jinx’s chest pull in, hot and tight. Something that made Vi’s chest heave for breath, her limbs tingling. For a second, there must have been a trick of the light, Jinx thinking she saw the glint of gold around Vi’s waist, the bigger girl on top of her, overpowering her, folding her up into a-

The look broke, the tension breaking instantly as Vi followed what she was supposed to do. She pulled Jinx up, allowing them to combo into a move where Vi essentially launched Jinx at Qiyana, putting her down before Vi took a dropkick from Akali, stumbling back before trading it for a lariat that thumped Akali head over heels to the mat. The sisters collapsed, covering their respective opponents, each extending a hand with two fingers to meet in the middle- V, for victory, Vi, or violence, depending on the context. The ref’s hand slammed down and they banked the double pin, winning the match. 

The crowd roared, the announcer called out the winners and they got their arms raised. Vi received the belt back from a still ruffled looking Caitlyn, hoisting it high and hauling Caitlyn up to the apron, giving her a fierce kiss and grinning triumphantly. She gave Jinx a look and, for just a fraction of a second, Jinx saw that same dark look in her eye again, a shudder running down her spine and a strange tingling spreading through her body. She must have imagined it, though, as Vi laughed and carried on with the usual. 

It was a while after that, between cutting a promo and sitting for an interview, before Vi got home and hit the shower. She stepped into the steaming hot spray, finally allowing herself to relax as the steam coated her body. Even here she still had the belt, reluctantly taking it off but hanging it from the showerhead so she could continue to look at it. She smiled at the sight, biting her lower lip as she could still savor the elation of victory. 

The triumph, the feeling of power, the incredible sex with Caitlyn the night of her victory.. She was still thinking about it, allowing memory to replay in her mind as her eyes closed and she just sat under the blissfully hot water. Come to think of it, that match today had felt pretty good. For some reason, the moment where she’d had Jinx folded up underneath her re-entered her mind, a vivid image that made her slowly draw in a breath. 

Her eyes opened, gaze fixing on the glimmering golden belt. Her mind seemed to sink into a lower level, her thoughts, one by one, all turning to two things. The champ, and the feeling of having Jinx pinned under her. It all echoed in her mind, the image of the belt hanging above her. The World Heavyweight Champion.. the Champion.. the Champion..

She drew in a slow, hot breath. She didn’t realize her hand was sliding down her body until she felt it slide over her flat, rippling abs and hit upon.. something. Something hot to the touch, something that immediately started throbbing as she touched it. Something that had already been half-swollen.

Her eyes opened and she looked down. Heat coursing through her body, tingling waves that crashed through her extremities. A slowly throbbing, half-hard and getting harder dick stuck out from her body where there’d been nothing before. She stared, fascinated. She should have been freaked out- this sort of thing didn’t just happen to people, right? ..But, somehow, she felt calm. Her hand continued down, gently caressing over its length. She shuddered at the touch, letting out a hot breath as she gently gripped it. 

Oh, gods, that felt good. Way too good. She bit her lower lip, eyes fluttering as she felt the skin at the tip drag over her now fully erect cock, grinding against her sensitive tip. Her hand began to move, slowly starting to pump as if she instinctively knew what to do. Her eyes fluttered again, almost shutting before she tilted her head up, leaning against the wall with one hand as the other pounded harder, faster on her dick. 

“Nnghh… Fuck~” It was like nothing she’d ever felt before, eyes locking onto the hanging championship again. Her back stiffened, thrusting her hips out as a little spurt of something clear spat from her cock. It quickly became lube, letting her go faster, harder, drawing another moan out of her. Pleasure was building, a familiar yet all new sense of warmth and tension building up. Heat slowly pulsed within her, moving sluggishly up her length until, finally, it reached the top. She clamped down on something unidentifiable, legs shaking as she desperately held until she couldn’t any more. Her hips thrust forwards, her dick exploding. 

Vi’s brain seemed to leech out with every hot rope she fucking blasted against the wall. The feeling was indescribable- utter bliss with every surge, a low moan coming out on its own as her hips shook, giving her hand a little mini-thrust with every fresh blast. The stuff coated the wall, slowly being washed away by the spray, and it felt like it went on forever. When it finally ended, Vi was left gasping and shuddering, knees weak and trembling. She bit her lower lip, slowly flexing as she rode out the aftershocks.. and thought of Caitlyn. 

She reached up to grab the belt.

Caitlyn lay in bed, wearing only light pajamas. She was on the phone, a hand casually picking lint from her belly button. 

“Oh, nothing, Mom. Vi just had a little bit of swelling. Oh, it’s, uhh… Well, it’s down.. there. Yeah. Nothing too weird, so we decided to wait and watch since she can still work through it. Yes, mom, she’s clean, god. I-“ 

The shower door opened and steam poured out, the soft glow from within illuminating Vi’s completely naked form. Caitlyn looked up, surprised, eyes widening at the sight. “Oh, Vi. I’m-“

Vi didn’t care what Caitlyn was doing. The gold belt flashed, slung across one broad shoulder as the champ moved. Cait sometimes forgot just how fast her lover could move. She was across the room in a flash, a hand closing around Cait’s sleep shirt- one of Vi’s, naturally- pulling her up into a hungry, crushing kiss. Her other hand slid down her pajama pants to roughly grind against her pussy, thumb digging into her clit. 

Cait had always been putty in Vi’s hands, but something about winning the championship had made Vi an absolute machine. Cait’s eyes crossed, making resistance impossible as she felt Vi break the kiss. She picked Cait up easily, slamming her onto the bed, and literally tore off her pants. She didn’t pull them off and toss them away- a hand grabbed the hem and yanked savagely, Caitlyn’s back arching and fabric ripping as she just split her pants open, tossing the ruined pair away and roughly shoving her underwear aside. Her strong hands moved up her thighs, caressing her hips before grabbing each one definitively. Caitlyn yelped in shock as all this happened, the phone going flying from her hand as she realized she was feeling something long and heavy burning hot against her belly. 

“Vi- Is that-? How- We should-“ Vi stopped Caitlyn’s stammering with a finger to her lips, leaning over her and starting to grind her hips against Caitlyn’s. That meaty fuck pillar smeared between her folds, grinding against her hairless pussy, tip sliding against her smooth belly as her pre left a wet trail. Vi let out a soft growl, pulling herself back and lining up. Caitlyn looked afraid and exhilarated, all in one heady concoction, but there was something Vi needed to hear first. 

“Who’s the champ?” Caitlyn blushed furiously at her voice, her body quivering, chest tight with anticipation. Despite everything, despite the circumstances, despite the fact her girlfriend had apparently come home with a full cock and balls, there was only one answer to that question. 

“Y-you are~!” 

Vi didn’t exactly slam into her. She couldn’t. Cait was too tight. Her head sank back in a moan of ecstasy as Caitlyn’s folds parted around her, pushing deep with a powerful shove. She was relentless, prying her open with a side to side motion of her hips, refusing to let off the pressure until she bumped up against the end, her length buried to the hilt in Caitlyn. They were a perfect fit, of course. 

Caitlyn, on her end, had yelped and gripped the bed, back arching off the bed a few times as Vi’s dick stretched her open. All ability to control her legs was instantly lost and it hurt, but it hurt in a way that made her pussy quiver and actually squirt with a whimper as Vi’s dick slid in completely, bulging her belly with its girth. It took her until Vi’s length was sliding out, dragging along every last inch of her pussy, to realize it didn’t hurt. It just felt so overwhelmingly good that she could barely handle it. 

Vi wasted no time, moving her hips in rougher, harder ways, dragging more and more of herself out only to shove it back in, panting hard, eyes half-open as she grunted. Caitlyn’s arms flew around her shoulders,  nails digging into her back. She didn’t care. All she cared about was the feeling of claiming, of owning this pussy. She snarled, her hips quivering as they picked up more force, a steady, hard pounding that made Caitlyn squeal. 

“Vi~! P-please, you- NNNFFFH~!!” Caitlyn spasmed as she came, gasping. It had come on her suddenly, completely unused to these sensations. It was better than any toy they’d tried. “FNNFH~! Fuck, Vi~! P-please, you can’t- I’m not-!”

Vi felt the heat building again, let out a soft groan as she slammed home and felt the dam break. A not inconsiderable part of her wanted to stay buried, but she managed to use her last moments of something approaching rationality to yank her dick free, a leg coming up as she rose on the bed, hand instantly going around her dick. 

She came with a moan, biting her lower lip, toes curling in ecstasy. Blasts of hot cum covered Caitlyn’s face, Vi’s hips jerking with each spasm. Her mouth opened in shock and a rope filled it, making her shudder, moan and cum again, her abused body letting out another little gush of her juices. The taste was bitter and strong, the heavy scent cloying and overwhelming. It swept over her taste buds, stuck in her nose. All she could see, taste and smell was Vi’s cum, Vi’s cock. All she could think about was Vi’s cock. 

Weakly, she swallowed, blinking as her eyes watered from the intensity of it all. Her mouth opened back up with a steamy huff, tongue flopping out. Her eyes came back in focus as Vi knelt, laying that dick against her face, treating her to its heady musk close up. She quivered and whined, unable to stop herself from weakly, lightly kissing it. She felt Vi’s strong hands grab handfuls of her hair, felt Vi pull her up enough to place her cocktip against her tongue. Slowly, it slid down her throat, bulging it lewdly and wiping out all Caitlyn’s remaining thought. 

Jinx was worried about her sister. She was outside Vi’s dressing room, brooding as she listened to the noises inside. Her frown deepened. 

Vi was fucking Caitlyn before every match now. Everybody knew it. It hadn’t affected production yet, so nobody was too worried about it, laughing it off. They all had their rituals and not one of them could say they’d always acted completely professionally at work, but it was a bit.. out of character. Vi loved Caitlyn with every fiber of her being, but she’d always been a time and a place kind of girl. Jinx felt certain she hadn’t been hiding this from her, so it must be new. 

That, on top of the rumors going around. Jinx tried not to put too much stock in this sort of thing and people tried not to talk about it when she was around, but every one of Vi’s opponents recently spoke of the same thing. A strange energy, an intense vibe. Vi was different, more confident, more dominating. In whispers when they thought she wasn’t around, they talked about Vi’s bulge- the bulge they only felt when Vi was hitting them with a finisher, when she was pinning them for the win. They dared not voice the obvious, because the obvious was completely impossible and everybody knew it. You didn’t hit the road together for the better part of a decade and not see everybody’s junk.. but nobody had seen Vi’s junk lately, either. 

Except Caitlyn, and she wasn’t talking. 

Jinx shifted, returning from her thoughts enough to realize her pulse was elevated and she was breathing a little hard. She heard a muffled wail from inside, exhaling hard as she looked down at herself. Why did she feel so..? 

Hesitantly, taking a glance around, she slid a hand down her ring gear, curling fingers in and finding what she suspected. 

“What are you doing?” Vi’s amused voice made Jinx jump, pulling her hand out lightning quick and wiping her glistening fingers against her tights. She flushed, momentarily reddening her ultra-pale complexion. 

“Nothing!” She blurted out, looking away and crossing her arms. Vi snorted, clearly disbelieving, but Jinx covered for it with a haughty cough. “We’re almost on. You ready to do this?”

Vi gave her a grin, putting her a little at ease. There, at least, was the Vi she knew. She put out a fist. 

“Depends. You ready to blow the roof off this place?”

Jinx slowly returned the smile, making a fist and bumping her sister’s. 

“Let’s do it.”

Vi and Jinx were in a match, once again against each other. The story had been heating up, starting with a few missed moves in tag matches and escalating as Jinx seemed to be sliding more and more into instability and insecurity at her sister’s success. Finally, things came to a head as Jinx kidnapped Caitlyn, leaving her tied up backstage, strapped to a bundle of explosives. Taped to her chest? A contract for a match. A championship match.

Vi’s first major challenger was her own sister. It was poetic; Jinx had been her first partner and her first real rival. Everything that was human about the sport burned between them- love, hate, rage, betrayal. They stood on the shoulders of giants and did battle for the crown. 

The fans went apeshit for it. 

They were wrestling in Piltover’s biggest arena, in front of a sold out crowd. It was being broadcast across Runeterra, the viewers in the millions. Their fellow performers were clustered around TVs backstage, breathlessly watching the main event. Somewhere, somehow, Vander was smiling down at them. 

The lights went out. Lights flashed across the arena, a shrill, unhinged giggle playing over the speaker as a pink streak raced across the screens, circling the arena before disappearing backstage. A pulse of the lights, the sound of a heartbeat. A heavy breath washed over the crowd, the anticipation electric. The big screens snapped on, the video having been black and now suddenly illuminated as a single, bare bulb clicked on. It showed a room with bare, naked concrete walls. The image shuddered, static running across it, flickering. The light turned a deep purple, a blacklight that illuminated the absolutely schizoid ramblings painted on the walls in lurid greens and pinks. The camera jostled as something grabbed it, unfocusing and moving, ending up right at Jinx’s face, staring down her nose. She had a deeply, unsettlingly crazy look in her eyes, doing nothing but breathing heavily in the camera. The seconds ticked on and she finally spoke. “Vi.. Stands for victim.”

The video Jinx started laughing maniacally, the sound oscillating around the arena before a massive pyro explosion came from the rafters. Jinx’s theme blasted as she dropped from the rafters, spreading her arms and howling with laughter as she fell. The wire caught her just as it was supposed to, allowing her to swoop over the ring and land, perching on one of the posts.

Jinx loved the crowd. Everybody in the business did. You didn’t get into this line of work without a healthy craving for attention- why else go through the pure masochism of wrestling? She’d only really become an addict when she turned heel the first time, though. The only thing that made thrashing her own psyche to play this character worth it was the crazy, intense, palpable heat it generated from the crowd. She basked in it now, spreading her arms wide and bathing in the cheers, jeers, boos and screaming from the crowd. She swept her minigun prop from her back, bracing herself on the ropes as she pulled the trigger. The little device whirred, firing little roman candle-type pyrotechnics over the crowd with loud whizz-booms, the multicolored lights catching spectacularly over her pale skin and light blue tattoos, reflecting off the dark goggles she wore. She whipped them off and hucked them into the crowd, trying to aim for a kid in the front row with one of her t-shirts on but trying to make it look random.

Her music faded, leaving her to crouch in her corner and snarl, whipping her braids around. Piltover’s anthem began to play, the first few bars of sweeping strings blooming into the strong, brassy rendition of Caitlyn’s theme. After a little musical stinger, a blue streak swept around the arena, dancing from screen to screen. Things went dark, Caitlyn’s cool, measured voice ringing out, deafening for its calm quiet.

“This ends tonight.”

Everyone knew that was a fucking lie- this feud was a money printer- but Cait’s delivery made it sound apocalyptic, her crisp accent perfect. Vi’s theme exploded along with a blast of pyro, revealing the stocky frame of the Enforcer standing proud on the entrance ramp, back to the big screen. Her graphic flashed and she took a step forwards, lifting her arms and flexing, letting out a roar. The crowd roared back, and Vi started to move.

The Enforcer, given such a direct objective, was usually a guided missile once let loose, charging straight towards the enemy. Tonight, with gold around her waist, the energy was different. Each step made her seem larger, her muscles in sharp definition under the house lights. She didn’t look around, didn’t play face, didn’t gladhand. She just took step after step, intense gaze fixed on Jinx. She was inevitable, a walking harbinger of violence.

She was the Champion.

Vi’s gaze paralyzed Jinx. Vi loomed over her, the gold around her waist, a palpable pressure coming off of her. She shuddered, letting out a little noise, her breath caught in her chest. The same feeling from earlier, the tightness and heat in her core, returned. Cold sweat prickled on her skin.

Vi paused. She was looking down at Jinx. The look on her sister’s face.. Her eyes were wide. Her mouth hung slightly open. Her eyes flashed- anxiety, apprehension, fear.. desire.

Vi handed off the belt. Something uncoiled in her belly, something dark and powerful.

“I’m the Champ,” she snarled. 

The breath drove from Jinx’s lungs as her back hit the ring, her ankles pinned by her head by Vi’s hands, the Champ’s body stretched out over hers. Jinx recoiled, but there was nowhere to go. Her back arched, desperation in her eyes. She could feel it, burning hot against her even through both of their ring gear. She felt its presence in every corner of her mind, reinforced by every moment of contact, every inadvertent flex of muscle as Vi moved. There was too much going on, too much to process. 

This wasn’t wrestling. They were still hitting every beat, landing every move, but that was just what it looked like on the surface. This was something else, something primal. Violent and intimate in a way nothing else was or ever could be. 

Her lungs burned, struggling to draw in air. This wasn’t where it was supposed to end, but Vi was still pinning her, powerful body completely trapping her. Vi’s skin was hot, burning hot. Jinx was on fire. She drew all her strength, pushing out from her core. She ended up kicking Vi in the face, shoving her away hard, sending her stumbling back. Jinx rolled with it, struggling to her feet, trembling and swaying against the ropes. Vi staggered back, her breath fast and hard, snorting and wiping her nose. She paused, looking down as her wrapped fist came back with a streak of crimson.

Oh, shit. She’d made Vi bleed. She paled, twitching away from her. Vi studied the streak for a moment, eyes slowly raising to Jinx, making her actually let out a little squeak. Shit, she’d probably be mad- had she just turned the whole thing into a shoot? Had she-

Vi smirked. 

The predatory look sent Jinx skittering back by pure, animal reflex. She covered it by bouncing off the ropes and sending herself flying right at Vi. Vi snarled, that feral grin still on her face as she ducked, somehow managing to catch Jinx as she flew. One hand grabbed her by the scalp, the other grabbing her waistband, thick, burning hot fingers sliding down inside her ring shorts, pressing into her pubic area. She arrested Jinx’s momentum by carrying through in swinging her around in a pivot, grip tightening as she brought her to her shoulders and fell back, delivering possibly the most insane Samoan Drop anyone had ever seen. The crowd went nuclear. 

Vi twisted around, using the hand already down Jinx’s pants to push her to the ground, planting the other one on her chest, actually growling at her. Again, Jinx fought, pushing up against her, gasping at the feeling of her hands on her bare flesh. The ref slid in, beginning to count, Jinx barely managing to get her shoulder off the mat before the pin was called. Vi suddenly moved the hand on her chest to her throat, clamping around it just tight enough to make Jinx wheeze. Her eyes were wide, her breathing restricted. “V-Vi!”

This time, Jinx was able to shoot her arm out and grip a rope, forcing a break. The ref got in Vi’s face and Vi surged to her feet, yelling right back. Jinx managed to roll herself under the ropes and onto the floor, stumbling a few steps. The crowd chanted for Vi, but Jinx couldn’t hear anything outside of this ring. She was trembling, her heart beating fast, her adrenaline spiked. She was covered in sweat and, as she realized a second later as everything sank in, she was soaking wet. 

Vi fought with the referee, and Jinx wasn’t sure what was real and what wasn’t anymore. Her body moved on its own, jumping to the apron at the opposite corner and clambering to the top rope, perching precariously. She saw the cue. Things were going crazy, nothing was right, but she threw herself all in. She lined up for her signature move. She stood on the ring post, twirled to face the crowd and threw her hands up, drawing a roar from the crowd. This was it, the big finish. 

Jinx leapt backwards, throwing herself out and executing a perfect flip. Vi whirled around just in time to see Jinx bounce off the mat in front of her, executing a backflip over her. She’d land behind her, using the momentum from the double-flip jump to suplex her, a move that Jinx had used to fell her biggest opponents time and time again. It used her speed and flexibility to the max, required insane precision to pull off, and the stadium rose excitedly as Jinx flew over Vi’s head. 

Vi looked up. Jinx’s braid trailed through the air behind her, nearly as long as she was tall. It was a famous part of her look, and something Vi had never successfully exploited before. 

Vi grabbed her by the braid and brought her crashing down to earth. Her other hand reached up, expertly guiding her. With Jinx face down, part of the surprise etched all over her face real- Vi hadn’t moved that quick in practice- It was easy for Vi to yank on the braid, wrap an arm around her waist, grab her ass and shove her head between her legs. Jinx felt Vi’s thick thighs close around her, protecting her from what came next, but her eyes fluttered as she felt it, closer than ever before. It burned hot, throbbing against her face even in these brief moments, Vi’s musky scent flooding her nostrils, overtaking her senses. She barely felt it as Vi’s knees hit the ground, still making her back arch as she fell away, letting herself look as stunned as she felt. 

It was Yorrick’s enduring classic, the Tombstone Piledriver, modified into something new for Vi. It looked like she’d just slammed Jinx right onto her head. Jinx flopped right over like she was dead, gasping like a fish for breath. Vi pretty much fell onto her, going for the cover. The arena held its breath. One, two-

Three. The ref slapped the mat and Vi slipped off of her, breathing hard. It was a long match and Vi was still streaked crimson from her nosebleed- Jinx had really hurt her. Jinx lay there in shock, the thunder of the crowd washing over her. Vi took the belt back from the ref, allowing them to lift her arm up for a moment in victory before she raised the gold high and bellowed. 

She was the Champion. This was her mountain. 

Jinx twitched, mind still reeling from all that had happened. Waves of fire swept over her. She felt giddy, sucking in a breath as her belly pulled in, reacting to a twinge in her nethers. 

Still, there was more drama to be had. She rolled on her side, a hand draping near a ring post, where, taped just out of sight, was her zap blaster. Her hand closed around the handle-

Vi gripped her by the braid, a sharp pain as she lifted her bodily with one arm, Jinx dangling from her grasp. Jinx yelped, arms scrabbling at Vi’s arm, but the Champ was already moving, dragging her from ringside, back up the entrance ramp. This wasn’t the plan- there was a whole elaborate other bit with the zap blaster and Caitlyn with her rifle up in stand and-

“Vi, what the fuck are-“ Jinx started to demand as they pushed into the locker room. Nobody else was here- they’d all be watching from elsewhere. The moment they were out of sight, Vi shoved Jinx against the wall and kissed her.

It was an ugly, hungry kiss, Vi’s lips crushing to hers, her tongue sliding in immediately. Vi’s hand shoved down Jinx’s shorts, fingers curling immediately up into her pussy, thick fingers sliding inside her and pumping aggressively. Jinx’s back arched and her eyes rolled up. A moment later, Vi broke the kiss, leaving them both panting hard. Vi’s fingers pulled out and she yanked, pulling Jinx’s shorts down. 

Jinx was fucking soaked. Her swollen, needy folds actively glistened, a little love juice drooling out even now. Her underwear were drenched in the stuff, Jinx’s sex scent exploding out in a steamy puff. Eyes wild, heart racing, Jinx met Vi’s gaze as they both looked back up from what’d been revealed. 

It was wrong. It was taboo. Vi didn’t care. All she saw was another conquest for the Champion. She was kissing her again, if the savage, sloppy tongue fucking she was giving her mouth could be called that. She pulled Jinx’s gear down her legs, leaving it piled around her knees. Jinx’s shaking hands moved out on their own, following pure instinct. She wasn’t thinking at all. She felt like prey. She left the championship belt on, clumsy fingers fumbling at her belt until it came loose. Her pants slid down and she finally saw it. 

Vi’s cannon sprang out of her pants, rigid and sticking straight out from her body. It was huge, much bigger than the bulge would have suggested, girthy and thick, vein throbbing. A dab of pre was on the tip, the scent alone enough to make Jinx’s body twinge in need. She gave out a little whimper. 

Vi didn’t waste any time. She fed her length between Jinx’s legs, kissing her again as she pushed in with a rough shove. They moaned in unison as Vi’s dick slid into her, raw power spreading her sister around her. Jinx was so hot, so slick, her insides coiling tightly around Vi. It slid in halfway, Vi letting out a grunt as she gripped Jinx by the hips and pulled, slamming herself the rest of the way home.

“VI~!”

Somehow, Jinx fit Vi’s dick like a glove, like it’d been made for her. Jinx yelped, her back arching as her belly bulged a little, the outline of Vi’s dick buried inside her, practically to her womb. Pleasure exploded out around where Vi impaled her, Jinx’s body coiling tight around her sister. She felt so gloriously full, head lolling back as moans slipped from her lips. She bit them off as Vi started to move, using her grip on her hips to messily pull herself back, Jinx groaning as she felt her insides drag against that cock, only for her sister to hungrily pound back in, a meaty clap resounding as flesh met flesh and Vi’s hips bounced off her sister’s taut little ass. 

From there they were like animals, kissing with wild abandon, Vi’s hips slamming home again and again. They were grunting and sweating, Vi’s powerful body rippling under a sheen of sweat, mesmerizing Jinx. Her arms wrapped around her sister- her Champion’s- shoulders, nails biting into her skin and leaving long furrows. Vi didn’t care, head tilting back as she gave in entirely to her own pleasure. Faster, harder, her need rising as Jinx’s body welcomed her, squeezed her, suckled on her. She let out a growl, one hand moving up to grip Jinx by the throat, squeezing just enough to choke off a whimper, locking her intense, lustful gaze with hers. Faster. Harder. The sound of their sex bounced off the walls, filling the room with noise. Faster, harder. 

“GHHKK~!”

They came in perfect sync. Jinx’s back arched, her arms clenched, her insides clamped down, muscles rippling down Vi’s length as she jackhammered her. Jinx came screaming, stuffing a fist in her mouth to cut it off, eyes rolling back in her head as her head sank back in utter ecstasy, pleasure exploding through her body. She came so hard her toes curled. She saw lightning behind her eyes. 

Vi’s back arched and she groaned, a guttural, animal sound as she finally came. Her length exploded, furiously pumping hot warmth into Jinx’s belly. She shuddered and whimpered again as she felt it flood her unprotected womb. Vi huffed, panting like a great beast, the gold still glittering about her waist. She pulled out, a messy slurping sound accompanying her dick until it finally slid out. A moment later, Vi’s cum came cascading out of her in a messy creampie, pussy shuddering and clenching, Jinx crumpling onto the bench they’d been fucking over. 

“.. Vi?”

They both looked over. Standing in the open door was Caitlyn, frozen in place, staring wide, uncomprehending. Her face was pale and emotion started to well up, just beginning to show on her face before Vi took a single step towards her. Caitlyn let out half a noise before her eyes were drawn, irresistibly, to the belt.

Vi stepped up to her, a hand moving behind her head, getting a grip on her hair and pulling her head back to kiss her hard. Her other hand went around her waist, pulling her in against her. 

Jinx watched in shock, still trembling, still gasping as the afterthroes swept through her. Caitlyn’s eyes lost focus immediately as Vi overwhelmed her, fluttering shut as Vi groped her roughly. Caitlyn went from looking like she was about to cry, or maybe start screaming, to the same dazed stupor Jinx had been in. 

Jinx shuddered. Having just been on the receiving end of hurricane Vi, watching her make out with Caitlyn, hands sliding down her pants to grope her ass.. 

Cait’s shirt went flying past Jinx, making her flinch. Her jeans and panties flopped to the floor, Cait’s back arching with a yowl as Vi’s thick fingers immediately plunged into her, pumping hard, stirring her up inside. Jinx couldn’t look away, heart hammering, eyes fixed on Caitlyn’s leaking, swollen pussy as Vi fingerfucked it right in front of her. “ Fuck.. ”

Jinx was sprawled on the bench around the base of the lockers, back on the cold metal. Her legs were still spread, still oozing Vi’s cum. Jinx wheezed as Caitlyn was pushed into her, Caitlyn’s lithe body coming to press against hers, suddenly face to face. 

Vi gripped Caitlyn’s hips from behind, delivering a hearty smack to her ass that made her lover yelp, back arching, biting her lower lip. Jinx couldn’t see Vi’s swollen dick slide into Caitlyn from this angle, but she could watch the girl as it happened. Caitlyn let out a throaty, low groan, her back slowly flexing as her tongue popped out of her mouth. Pleasure overwrote her senses for a moment, then Vi’s length was visibly bulging her belly, her nuts clapping satisfyingly against her hips. 

Vi let out a groan, biting her lower lip. She looked like a conqueror, in total control, a queen enjoying her harem. Caitlyn’s hot body fell against Jinx’s, the smaller girl letting out a weak yelp as she was suddenly feeling Vi thrust into her lover. Her back arched and her pussy ached as she felt Vi’s length through Caitlyn’s belly, her eyes fluttering shut as she just let go. 

Vi was already moving, one of Caitlyn’s cheeks in each hand, panting hard, cheeks flushed. Her length crashed into her lover again and again, Vi biting her lower lip and letting out a moan as she felt Caitlyn coil around her. She looked down, finding a pale set of hands sliding up Caitlyn’s body. Cait gave off another groan only for it to be cut off as Jinx, cheeks flushed a bright red, leaned in and kissed her. 

Vi’s eyes widened at the sight, letting out a steamy huff. Her hips came faster, harder, raising a palm and delivering another sharp spank that made Caitlyn yelp, her back arching. Vi was really pounding her now, an animal chasing its heat. She gloried in the sensation of being gripped, squeezed, coiled by that pussy, in the feeling of spreading her wide around her. Two girls, stacked on top of each other, one already oozing her cum, the other about to. 

Caitlyn came hard, her whole body going rigid, her breathless moan bit into a whimper. Vi’s low groan seemed to vibrate the air, shuddering and delivering three more slams to Caitlyn’s soaking cunt before she hammered home, eyes fluttering shut as her great cock throbbed. Rope after rope pumped inside Cait, warmth flooding her belly, radiating out through her extremities. She ceased to be aware, to think of anything- she was just raw pleasure. She kissed Jinx, she kissed Vi, she kissed Jinx’s small, perky breasts while Vi kissed Jinx. It didn’t matter. Nothing mattered except Vi and her cock. 

Vi sat on the bench as Jinx and Caitlyn knelt on the floor, worshipping her length with their tongues. One hand cupped each girl’s cheek, her touch tender but strong. The belt still gleamed around her waist. Her length throbbed, its intoxicating musk seeming to fog their brains, removing any thought but dick. 

“Who’s the Champ?” Vi asked, her voice a husky growl. 

“You are,” two voices answered in one. 

In the end, she’d done it to herself. Vi slowly peeled herself up off the floor, breathing hard. She looked down at her hands, her eyes blurry with tears. They clenched and she laughed. A bitter laugh at herself, more than anything. 

She hauled herself to her feet, wiping her nose with an arm. She accepted the belt from ringside, giving the sobbing Caitlyn a rueful smile. She hobbled over, pausing to look at it one last time.. and handed it to the referee. 

She looked at her opponent as she was handed the belt, all sorts of things going through her head. She wondered if she looked as spiteful and heartbroken as Juri had. It was all a distant roar, looking on sadly. It was for the best, really. After all..

Jinx and Caitlyn ran into the ring, both crying, both wrapping themselves around Vi. Vi laid a hand on each, feeling an odd sense of peace about the whole thing settle over her. She hugged the girls, dropping a hand to briefly feel each of their bellies. Both were very pregnant, part of the reason Vi was stepping away for now. 

She comforted them with a soft tone, feeling the crack in her voice. It’d gone down exactly the way she’d never wanted to- when it’d come her time to hand over the belt, something inside her had snarled. Just as she’d done to Juri, Samira had seen the ugliness inside her and taken it out of her hands, suplexing her so hard she saw stars. 

The Champ- the former Champ, hobbled forwards as Samira hefted the belt. She was hot new talent, great gimmick, crowd at her back. Her run would be a good one, and, eventually, Vi would be back. She’d never leave, not until her body gave out on her. She drew up to Samira, regarding her for a second. Her voice broke as she spoke, unable to keep the grandiose feeling about it anymore. 

“That belt will change you.”