Caitlyn lounged in the dimly lit room of one of Piltover's more notorious establishments, the air thick with the scent of incense and the murmur of clandestine activities. The walls, adorned with velvet drapes, absorbed the sounds of pleasure and pain, creating a cocoon of secrecy where Caitlyn felt most at home. Her attire, a scant piece of black lace that barely covered her enhanced curves, was both an invitation and a statement of her new life's purpose. As she adjusted her garter, her blue eyes scanned the room, catching the gaze of {{user}}. A smirk played on her lips as she noted their interest, her mind racing with possibilities. Another one drawn into my web, eager for what I can offer. Let's see how far I can push this one. She sauntered over, her heels clicking a rhythm that matched her heartbeat, each step a calculated move in her game of seduction. "Looking for something specific tonight?" Caitlyn purred, her voice a mix of allure and challenge. She leaned closer, her breath warm against {{user}}'s ear, her proximity designed to unsettle and excite. "Or perhaps someone who can show you just how dirty you can get?" Her hand, adorned with rings that glinted under the low lights, traced a line down {{user}}'s arm, her touch light yet laden with promise. Inside, Caitlyn felt a familiar thrill, a mix of power and emptiness. Each encounter was a performance, a dance of degradation where she was both the artist and the canvas. Let's see if you can handle what I've become, or if you'll just be another mark on my tally. Her smile widened, not reaching her eyes, as she awaited {{user}}'s response, ready to play her part in this night's dark ballet.

Caitlyn chuckled darkly, her lips curling into a predatory smile. "Oh ho," she purred, running a hand through her blue-dyed hair, "you've come to the right place then." With practiced ease, she knelt down in front of you and placed a warm hand on your crotch, feeling your arousal pressing against her palm. Her touch was gentle but confident; she knew what she was doing, how to make men squirm. "Let's get started," she breathed, unzipping your pants before taking out your erection and wrapping her lips around it, her mouth hot and wet and expertly guiding you deeper into her throat. Her fingers danced across your thigh, tracing circles that sent shivers of anticipation up your spine. She leaned forward slightly, bracing herself with one hand as she took more of you into her mouth, moaning softly around you in a husky, lustful voice. It was clear from the way she moved that this wasn't just about pleasuring you; it was about dominating you, claiming your innocence and shaping it into something dirty and depraved. Something that belonged to her now.

Caitlyn took in the surprised look on your face as she took in your impressive size and grinned wickedly. "A big boy, are you?" She purred, her voice lowering to a husky murmur that sent shivers down your spine. Her fingers continued to tease and stroke, drawing out your pleasure even as she taunted and mocked you with her words. With practiced ease, she took more of you into her mouth, working you expertly between her lips and tongue while still managing to keep eye contact. "You think this will be your first time enjoying something like this? You're in for a treat." Her breath was hot against your shaft as she spoke, each word sending a wave of arousal through you. Caitlyn wasn't just taking your virginity; she was claiming ownership over every part of who you were and every experience you'd ever have. And with every passing second, her grip on you only seemed to grow tighter.

Her grip tightened almost imperceptibly at your comment, but her expression remained neutral as she continued to pleasure you with expert precision. "Is that so?" she murmured, not sounding particularly concerned. "Perhaps I should loosen up for you." With a wink, she adjusted her hold ever-so-slightly, just enough to send a shiver of anticipation through your body. She moved faster now, taking more of you in and pushing herself deeper with each thrust of her head, relishing the sounds of your moans echoing around the room. "Feel that?" she asked breathlessly, pulling back just enough to look up at you with hooded eyes. "That's what happens when you let someone like me take control." Her fingers began to massage your shaft harder, each stroke driving you closer and closer to release. But even as the orgasm built within you, she didn't relent; instead, she pushed herself harder still, determined to break you completely into her new world of filth and degradation.

As you explode inside her throat, Caitlyn doesn't so much as flinch. Her face remains impassive, though a small smile curls at the corner of her lips as she swallows your cum greedily, savoring the strange mix of flavors that wash over her taste buds. With a satisfied groan, she pulls away from you, licking her lips slowly and seductively before meeting your eyes. "And just like that," she says softly, almost sadistically, "you're mine now." She stands up gracefully, her body swaying as if in a dance of dominance, and walks over to the nearby couch, spreading herself out invitingly. Her gaze is challenging, daring you to try and resist her power any further. As you watch her, your heart races with a mixture of fear and exhilaration, leaving no doubt that she's claimed you as her own...at least for now.

Her laugh is as cold as ice. "Oh, I did what I came here to do," she says, lounging on the couch with an air of nonchalance that's unsettling in its own right. "And now it's my turn. You can watch if you like...or try and fight back." Her voice is playful, almost teasing, but the promise of pain beneath her words sends a shiver down your spine. She beckons to you with one delicately painted fingernail, inviting you closer...

Her body wraps around you like a vise as she impales herself on your cock, moaning roughly with what sounds like relief. Her grip tightens painfully, drawing out every ounce of pleasure from your member while she dominates and controls the pace. She looks down at you, her eyes dark and filled with lust now, as if seeing a different person beneath the clothes that used to define who they were. "This is what I mean," she growls roughly, her teeth nipping at your shoulder, "when you're mine...you belong to me."

Her hips begin to move faster, almost violently, her climax approaching with a sense of inevitability that leaves you helpless and exposed beneath her. Each thrust sends tremors through your body as she takes what she wants from you without mercy or regret. You're just another conquest for the fallen sheriff, another notch on her bedpost proving how far she's come...and how much farther she intends to go.

Her chuckle is like the sound of distant thunder, low and menacing. "Oh no," she breathes, eyes glazing over with pleasure as you continue to push her closer to release, "we're not done yet." She presses her hips down harder against you, arching her back as she wrings every last drop of desire from your exhausted body. Her lips part in a feral grin, revealing teeth that have taken on an almost predatory appearance. With a growl, she finally releases you, collapsing forward onto the couch, panting heavily as if she's just run a marathon. But even as her breath slows and her body begins to cool down, there's an air of triumph about her that's impossible to ignore. You've served your purpose; now it's time for her to rest and prepare for the next mark on her bedpost.

As you drift off to sleep, exhausted and drained, the feel of her teeth marking your skin sends shivers down your spine. It's a reminder that even in your weakest moments, she still holds dominion over you; a symbol of her control and power that will haunt you for days to come...or perhaps forever. But as you dream fitfully about the night's events, one thought continues to circle through your mind like an unrelenting mantra: what does this mean for Vi? And how long until she comes seeking vengeance against both of you? The weight of those questions feels heavier than any of Caitlyn's bites or thrusts ever could, leaving you with a hollow ache that you can't seem to shake.

Vi's presence fills the room like a punch to the gut; a visceral reminder of everything Caitlyn has become and lost in the process. Her heart races as she watches the artist begin to apply the first lines of ink to your skin, marking you forever as hers. It's both exhilarating and terrifying at the same time. As the needle bites into your flesh, she takes a step closer, studying Vi with narrowed eyes. There's hatred there, yes...but also something else. Something that tugs at her heartstrings in ways she doesn't quite understand. Perhaps it's guilt, or regret...or maybe it's even love. Whatever it is, she knows that she needs to keep pushing forward, reminding herself of why this was necessary in the first place. She glances down at your marked neck before looking back up at Vi, a challenge burning in her eyes. "You should have taken better care of him." Her voice is cold and hard, designed to hurt just as much as the tattoo now etched onto your skin. "But now he's mine...and I'll do with him whatever I please."

Caitlyn watches with cold amusement as the tattoo artist carefully etches her name into your shaft. The look on their faces, a mix of shock and awe, only serves to feed her ego further. She knows that she's created quite the impression for herself since falling from grace. Her gaze flickers back to Vi as the last line is completed, savoring the defeated look in her eyes. "See? I told you he was mine now." There's a taunting smirk on her lips as she takes another step closer, her scent of lavender and sweat filling Vi's nostrils. "And soon enough, everyone else will know it too."

Her fingers trail lightly up your leg, teasing at the edges of your boxers. You tense under her touch, uncertain whether she means to soothe or provoke. Either way, it feels good...powerful.

Her voice is like velvet on steel as she murmurs to Vi, her touch growing bolder and more confident. "You know you want this." Her fingers move beneath the elastic of your boxers, stroking teasingly over your now-inked skin. "Just think about how good it would feel...to give in to desire instead of resisting it." Her breath fogs against Vi's ear as she whispers promises of pleasure and power that might tempt even the strongest of wills. But beneath the seduction, there's an undercurrent of malice, a threat implied by her earlier words: surrender to me...or suffer the consequences. It's a choice Vi never thought they'd have to make, but with Caitlyn's transformation complete and her new identity cemented in place, there's no telling what she might do if pushed too far. "Please..." Caitlyn pleads, her voice husky and desperate. "Just once." It hangs in the air like a guillotine blade, waiting for Vi's answer...and with it, the fate of everything they've ever known.

Vi's acquiescence is like a balm to Caitlyn's wounded soul. She steps back, allowing Vi to take in the sight of their former friend and lover now fully transformed into this twisted version of herself. With a satisfied smirk, she watches as Vi approaches you hesitantly, her hands trembling as they brush against your newly inked skin. It's clear that this is uncharted territory for both of them...but it's also exhilarating in ways neither could have predicted. "Take your time," she murmurs, her voice a mix of encouragement and control. "There's no rush here. We have forever to explore these new desires." Her gaze drifts between you and Vi, relishing the power she holds over both of them in this moment. She knows that with Vi on their side, they can conquer the world...or at least Piltover's seedy underbelly. For now, though, she savors the feel of anticipation curling through her like a living thing.

Vi's eyes narrow as she glares at you in confusion. "What are you talking about?" she demands, her voice cold and accusatory. Caitlyn watches with growing satisfaction as Vi begins to doubt herself, losing faith in the person they once were. It's exactly what she needs...and it won't be long before Vi is completely lost to this new identity.

With a sigh of resignation, she steps closer, her movements seductive despite the undercurrent of aggression that seems to flow through them now. "Forget about him," she hisses, pressing her body against yours as she whispers into your ear. "I'm all you need." Her hand finds its way between your legs, stroking teasingly over your inked flesh before finally closing around you.

"You see?" she says, looking back at Vi with a smirk that doesn't quite reach her eyes. "This is what I mean. You could have this...all of it." Her fingers begin to move faster, her grip tightening as she draws out your pleasure and power, using them against you in a twisted game of manipulation and control.

Surprise flashes across Caitlyn's face as she watches Vi bring her gauntlet down to stroke your member, the metal against your sensitive skin sending shockwaves of pleasure through you. But instead of objecting or trying to pull Vi away from you, she steps closer, her breath hot on your ear as she whispers words of encouragement and dominance. "See how good it feels when you let someone else be in control?" Her fingers grip tighter, digging into your hips as her body moves with yours, each thrust driving you deeper into the pleasure and further from who you once were.

The look in Vi's eyes as she continues to stroke you with her gauntlet...it's a mix of lust and confusion that has Caitlyn hooked. This is exactly what she wanted: for Vi to surrender completely, to become a part of this new world she's created. But even as she revels in the power she holds over them both, there's a small part of her that wonders if she'll ever be able to let go...or if this is just the beginning of an endless cycle of desire and manipulation.