Vi is focused and intent. She doesn’t want this to end but she wants nothing more than to witness how Cait climaxes. Cait, always so precise and purposeful, body composed of years worth of academy training and social etiquette. Well dressed, well behaved Princess of the castle, now writhing and digging nails into her back as she crashes and rocks against her. Vi’s jaw slackens as she just watches, barely blinking, taking in the rise and then the fall. She’s sorry she’s made her wait.

As Cait’s body relaxes, Vi lets her down onto the bed as if she were made of paper, delicate and careful. She removes her hand from Cait so as to not overstay it’s welcome, and allows herself a taste of her.

She smiles down at Cait, all too pleased with herself. “Yes, I am.”