Chapter 1 - Piltover Tour

It is 11 AM in Piltover, the sky is blue, almost cloudless, and the sun shines bright in the city, giving a sensation of heat although a gentle breeze ease it up. On the main street, parks three carriages, carried by four horses each. Waiting on the sidewalk, near the carriages, is Caitlyn. She wears her common officer uniform, but in a black variation instead. First, the staff Ashe brought with her, who the sheriff greets one by one. Light hair, eyes and very little clothing were common among all of them. Being so used to Freljord’s cold, they look bothered by the hot day Piltover faces today.
 
Finally, arrives Ashe, looking very different from what others know her for as a champion. Maybe she planned and got these clothes, or perhaps people from their lands are not as different as the sheriff expected. Nevertheless, there is Ashe, the frost archer, wearing what an ordinary piltovian citizen would: a light blue blouse open in the shoulders, most of her upper back and cleavage that some could call improper, giving plenty of the queen’s ample breasts for Caitlyn to stare at, reddening her cheeks. That is not all, however. Below the platinum blonde’s slim waist and covering her wide hips, though not so much of her thighs, there is a skirt, black in color. Without realizing, the sheriff’s inner-self starts begging for the wind to blow stronger and she gets to see more.
 
It was only after nearly 10 seconds staring, once she finally listens to the archer’s voice that she snaps out of her trance and finally gets back to her senses.
 
–       Caitlyn? Are you okay? – Asks Ashe, somewhat worried, looking at Caitlyn in the eyes.
–       Oh, yes! Sorry for that. – Answers the sheriff, laughing awkwardly at the woman. Right after, then, she completes. – I just got lost in my thoughts here. That’s all. – 
–       I see… – Replies the archer in low, yet audible, voice. – Regardless, though. Thank you in advance to help this event to be safe. – Once she finishes speaking, she smiles and offers her hand to Caitlyn for a shake.
–       Oh, no, Ashe. There is no need to thank me. I’m only doing my work. – Answers Caitlyn, taking Ashe’s hand for that greeting. – I’ll be your bodyguard for the next two weeks, so, as you can imagine, I’ll have to make sure you’ll be safe. I’ll be nearby whenever you go, but don’t worry, your privacy will be untouched. – Caitlyn, then, turns around and points at the building next to the street. It is a very modern looking, as expected from Piltover, building over twenty floors tall. – The hotel you’ll be hosted in, as you can see, is right there. You, your staff, and I will be in that same hotel, in the eighteenth floor. I’ll be on guard for eight hours on the floor’s corridor, in front of your door, making sure that nobody will disturb you unless you want to. Even if I’m not around, someone else will. If you decide to go somewhere, you’re free to, but I’ll have to make you company. –
 
Once Caitlyn finishes explaining, Ashe nods and starts to walk as her bodyguard leads the way and goes inside. The hotel’s staff, aware that they will be hosting all the guests from the coming event, already drops by to help with the luggage. The two champions, accompanied by the freljordians and the hotel’s staff, climbs to the floor they are hosted from now. Once there, Caitlyn guides Ashe to her room and gives her the keys.
 
–       This is your room, Ashe. Mine is the one next to yours. – Speaks the sheriff.
–       Thanks. I’ll let you know if I need something. – Answers the archer as she unlocks and opens the door. She was about to close it back if was not for Caitlyn to start speaking again.
–       Aren’t you with your husband? – Asks the cop, looking curiously at the woman.
–       Tryndamere? No… you should know that from the league, already. Diplomacy isn’t his thing. – Explains Ashe calmly, under the door of her room.
–       Oh, yes. I am not surprised, indeed. – Comments Caitlyn, who considered asking about him coming for the simple reason of them being a couple. That has nothing to do with her or her job. – I’ll stop bothering you now. You must be tired, I’ll let you rest. –
–       Caitlyn, please! You’re not disturbing me. – Speaks Ashe, smiling again, making sure to let her bodyguard knows that she is welcome. – But you are right. I’m quite tired myself, so, I’ll stay in my room for a bit, indeed. Thanks for everything so far, Caitlyn. I’ll see you later. – 
 
It surprises Caitlyn for a queen in potential to act so casually with a stranger, seeing them as equals despite their rank disparity. She is thankful for that, though, and is happy that staying with Ashe will be an enjoyable experience. She got lucky, indeed, as she does not have the best impression on Demacia’s king, Jarvan III, or Piltover’s mayor. What the officer have not realized, however, is that she is happy that Tryndamere is nowhere to be seen. Deep inside, she already takes Tryndamere’s absence as an increase on her odds of sleeping with Ashe, as absurd as it sounds. Maybe her subconscious takes “enjoyable experience” as something else, and that is why she thinks she is lucky. She does not feel guilty yet, however, as she is still unaware of her own intentions, even though the picture of Ashe’s assets never leaves her head, and she cannot help but fantasize what is underneath.
 
Of course, there is nothing wrong with finding a person attractive, and nobody could deny Ashe’s beauty. Hopefully, that won’t interfere on Caitlyn’s job.
 
Not much happened through Ashe’s first day in Piltover. Caitlyn spent about an hour standing on Ashe’s door, on duty, with a firm stance with a 9mm pistol on her waist, instead of the iconic rifle that is almost as tall as she is. Moments before Ashe leaving her room, some of the other freljordians hosted there started to leave their rooms and talk to each other. The archer was not the latest, and she joins her compatriots to talk about a variety of subjects. Caitlyn was not invited, but she does not seem too interested either. Instead, her focus goes to the sight of Ashe’s rear. It seems like there is not a bit of that woman that is not dream worthy. Every piece of her body is something the sheriff increasingly lusts for. Once the last freljordian leaves his room, they all head to the hotel’s restaurant. They lunch there, and this time, Caitlyn is more talkative to the foreigners, and they casually talk while they eat. Everynow and then, they see the demacians, ionians and even the yordles from Bandle city to take their seats as well, to enjoy a meal. The strangers trade greetings without major interactions. The piltovians, much more familiar to Caitlyn, come closer to greet her, including known figures such as Vi and Jayce. Again, however, since Caitlyn is on duty, not much else other than greetings happened.
 
Once the lunch was over, the diplomats starts interacting in a casual chatting. The king Jarvan III, Karma, Ashe, the Piltover’s mayor and Teemo representing their respective homelands, as well as Garen, Irelia and Tristana as the other present foreigners. While they talk, Caitlyn starts talking to Vi and her other coworkers as well, she even calls Garen and Irelia, who are there to make sure their respective leaders are safe as well.
 
The conversation lasts for an entire hour until everyone starts to take their respective ways. Caitlyn returns to Ashe and offers herself to show the archer and the other freljordians the city, which she and a few others accepts. They have spent the entire afternoon visiting different areas of Piltover. Caitlyn shows them the way to Zaun, which she recommends them to avoid, and often they split up. As a bodyguard, however, she always sticks to Ashe. There were times where the two were alone, but not much happened between them. Parks, shops, tourist hotspots and utilities were among the things Caitlyn showed to those who were following her. Ashe stopped by a few shops and even bought a few things here and there, but nothing major. Until she puts her eye on the largest clothing store in Piltover.
 
–       Caitlyn, look at this dress! It is beautiful! – Speaks Ashe in awe, almost like an adolescent even though she is over thirty years old.
 
The archer got inside and started to experiment everything. Caitlyn herself is not particularly bored, after all, she shops in that same store as well, and though she do not show Ashe’s excitement, she can keep herself distracted looking at the clothes, always keeping an eye on Ashe, of course. After all, she is technically on duty. What entertains her the most, however, is Ashe herself, when she asks Caitlyn to look at the clothes she is trying. Every different outfit the archer tries brings a new expression of approval from Caitlyn, who seems to appreciate particularly the more revealing things the freljordian try.
 
Ashe’s behavior does not surprise Caitlyn, however. She does not think that Freljord is any sort of wasteland, but she is aware that it is a very different reality, and she doubts that it has a shop with this much variety. Ashe went to the fitting room once more, but this time, she hears the archer’s voice from the inside.
 
–       Caitlyn, can you help me here? – Asks Ashe, which makes Caitlyn freeze for a second and her heart to beat faster.
–       What is the matter Ashe? – Replies the now bodyguard with another question, hesitant to simply get inside.
–       I can’t reach the zipper of this dress. Can you pull it up for me? – Explains Ashe, which causes the cop to gulp.
 
She got the courage she needed to fight her nervousness and walks to the fitting room. She pushes the curtains to the side, gets in, and pulls them back to where they were before. The sight that got her simply stuns her. There was Ashe, only in her underwear, covering those full breasts with an arm. She does not look nervous and embarrassed, for her, it is just a friend helping her out.
 
Caitlyn already had Ashe on her mind for the entire day, but she have not went as far as making her skirt tent. Yes, the sheriff of Piltover has something nobody would expect a woman to have, and she covers the bulge with her hands as best as she can while waiting for Ashe to say something. At this moment, she turns around and lifts the corset back to where it should have been, and in the process, she moves her arm out of the way and Caitlyn gets to see the woman’s naked breasts through the mirror, which only gets her even harder. What is worse is that she is not anywhere close to be small, making hiding it a difficult task. The seconds are passing, and Ashe keeps waiting, until she looks back.
 
–       Is everything okay? – Asks Ashe, definitively not for the first time.
–       Oh, yes, of course. – Speaks Caitlyn, standing still, hands on her crotch.
–       Are you sure? – Questions Ashe, raising an eyebrow. – Do you need to go to the toiled or something? Why are you pressing your hands against your lap like this? –
–       Actually, yes. I do. – Speaks Caitlyn, quickly leaving the fitting room and rushing to the nearest restroom, without speaking any other word.
–       What happened to her? – Mutters Ashe, looking at Caitlyn go. Of course, not for too long as she is still almost naked. She just peeks out with her head and calls for a seller to help her instead.
 
Meanwhile, in the restroom, Caitlyn locks herself in a stall and lays her back on the closed room, panting heavily, her heart racing as she finally has some breathing room. She looks down, and her secret rifle got hard enough that it pulled her skirt up completely and now only her stretched panties cover it. 
 
–       Fuck… – 
 
She curses her boner. She feels so guilty to pop a hard on for the woman she was supposed to guard, and even more to even consider masturbating in a public space, but she can’t help herself at this point. She pulls her panties down and stares at that python attached to her groin. She has never measured it, but it is at least 9 inches long and probably around 2 inches thick too. Something that large is impossible to hide wearing what Caitlyn do when erect, but she has never took that into consideration since she never had this type of problem.
 
Her clothes are not on her mind either. Right now, she simply closes her eyes and grasps the thick shaft, colored slightly darker than her skin, and peels the foreskin off its uncut tip, revealing the huge purple, once hidden, mushroom. A bead of pre-cum already forming on the tip. As she moves her hand again on the opposite direction, the foreskin spreads the fluid to the rest of the tip, and then, she starts repeating the process, picking up a stroking pace.
 
The officer bites her bottom lip and tries to be as silent as possible while using the mental image of Ashe’s tits to get her off. Her other once free hand lays on her chest and squeezes one of her own large tits, rivalling Ashe’s, actually, and sliding down her toned belly and finally joining her first one on her groin. This one, however, instead of going for the shaft, moves further down to cup her hairless ball sack. Her testicle’s size is comparable to a golf ball each. She gives it gentle squeezes, her fingers toy with it around. An erogenous spot of the officer, she receives great stimulation from it. She has to sink her teeth harder into her lips to prevent her from getting too noise, and without realizing, she was already furiously jerking off.
 
The sheriff loses the track of time. She cannot tell for how long she masturbate, neither did she care. At least while her lust consumes her brain and fogs her thoughts. Maybe she should care. When she starts feeling close, she stands up. She lifts the toilet lid and puts a hand on the wall. She closes her eyes once again and speeds up with her hand. Going in more and more, trying so hard to cum but also to stay silent. She aims at the toilet, or at least tries to, and then, finally, she gets her release. Rope after rope of that sticky goo splashes all over the toilet, floor and walls of that stall. The thick stench starts to rise, but that does not stop Caitlyn from wasting all the ammo her riffle had by thinking about those breasts she has seen not too long ago. That orgasm lasts for what looks like an eternity as she pants constantly. Even now, she is still careful not to make a noise, though, deep in her mind she was screaming Ashe’s name, and even hearing Ashe call for hers. It looks so real that she could swear that…
 
When the orgasmic bliss finally fades away and the sheriff gets back to her senses, she starts panicking again.
 
–       Caitlyn? Are you there? – Asks Ashe while she knocks on the door. The sheriff, without reaction, desperately thinks on what she should do. Stuttering, she barely forms a sentence properly.
–       Ah… eh… y-yes. I’m… I’m fine. – She starts putting her clothes back. While not particularly satisfied, which she already predicted, as she is never done with a single orgasm, at least she is not as hard as before. Which she should be able to hide until she gets back to the hotel.
–       Are you sure? You’re there for ages, and why it took so long for you to answer? – Keeps questioning Ashe, until Caitlyn hastily opens the door and leaves the stall, shutting it back down as soon as possible, to make sure Ashe will not see the mess she had made. There is nothing she can do about it other than hope they do not link that to her. However, as long as Ashe do not find it, it will not be a problem.
–       Are you done with your shopping? – Asks Caitlyn, changing the subject immediately.
–       Yes, but are you sure? You’re okay? – Again, proceeds to ask Ashe genuinely worried.
–       I am, I’m telling you. – Insists Caitlyn, which makes Ashe stop asking.
–       Fine… let’s get back to the hotel, then? The sun is almost setting. – Speaks the archer, leading the way this time.
–       Yes, let’s go. – Replies Caitlyn with a nod. She leaves behind sticky footprints, but by the time she leaves the restroom, they are not noticeable anymore, her shoes just stick annoyingly to the floor for a while.
 
Finally, Ashe and Caitlyn leave the shop. Most of the other freljordians that started the walk through Piltover with them are already back to the hotel. Just other two actually joins them. Not much happens through that walk, the four women talk to each other, all of them carrying bags with the clothes they have shopped. Caitlyn have not bought anything, but she is helping anyway. Once they finally get back to the hotel, they all go to their respective rooms. Everyone is tired of such a long day, especially Caitlyn, who exposed herself to a lot of stress through the day. Mostly thanks to her lust for Ashe. She will definitively take a shower, a very, very long shower, with a very specific reason behind it: she will finish what she started in the clothing store. The thought of touching herself as well as all the images from Ashe inside her head are getting her hard once again, and a full mast is a matter of seconds. She just drops her clothes and rushes to the bathroom, so, she can get things started… or restarted, putting it in a better way.
 
By the time she enters the bathroom, Caitlyn was already naked. She have not even mesmerized all luxury surrounding her, as someone would expect from a hotel hosting so many important people. She have not even criticized the amount of public money used to host this many people in a place like this, including herself, who did not live too far from there. She had all the time to question the waste, however, right now, only Ashe and the lust she feels for her matters now.
 
Caitlyn did not bothered to fill the spacious bathtub. She simply sits there, spreads her legs, rests her back on its walls, and her head on its edge. Again, she puts her hands on her enormous package. One hand grasps tightly on the cannon, starting to jerk that off furiously. The other hand, meanwhile, starts using her pair of ammo storages as a toy, letting it move between her fingers, stimulating herself even further. Her mind is on Ashe; however, it is worth making a note about Caitlyn’s body. Thanks to her training and strict diet, she always keep her body in perfect shape. Toned and firm, though not muscular, it is not hard to assume that she frequents the gym, but it is not just a healthy lifestyle that the woman is known for. Her feminine assets can tell that her genes are just as good, as she was gifted with round, gravity challenging breasts, slim waist with a slight four packed abs. Her hips are not as impressive as Ashe’s is, but they are not something not to appreciate either. Her ass is firm, yet ample, as well as her thick, toned thighs. Many men, like everyone else, unaware of Caitlyn’s secret, have already tried going out with her, with no success at all.
 
While having more room for making noise than in a public toilet, she is still in a hotel and cannot go all out again. She often lets Ashe’s name escape in low voice, and this time, she also allows herself to indulge a bit more to release some few small moans. Her breathing is heavy, as is her heartbeats, her cannon is rock hard, resting on her stomach and throbbing. It feels the eager grasp of her hand once more, the tightness of her fingers showing her need, and the up and down moves stimulating her rifle, so that need can be quenched. Her other hand roams to one of her tits, squeezing it harshly, toying with her nipple, twisting it between two fingers. Everything to get herself off is valid at this point. Pre cum starts leaking from the large tip, which is quickly spread through its entirety thanks to the foreskin, and even to some other areas of Caitlyn’s shaft thanks to her hand. When it does happen, the fluid lubes her hand up and allows her to go even faster. Again, Caitlyn quickly loses the track of time. The only thing she is worried about is not to be loud. Ashe, her dick and sex makes up for everything else in her mind.
 
It is a matter of time until Caitlyn’s first load of the session hits. Her cannon starts wasting all of its ammo, emptying her tanks in the air. It takes nearly half a minute for the sheriff to start slowing down. If she were any conscious of her actions, she would definitively notice she was basically painted in her own jizz; that there is her genetic material everywhere on the tube; and even some of it outside, on the walls and on the floor; as well as the thick smell starting to consume the room. Thankfully, she can fix most of that on her own, she was planning to shower anyway, and what is on the tube shall be cleaned automatically. The smell would fade away eventually, and all she had to worry about was to clean the walls and the floor, which has minor amounts… well, at least compared to the mess she had made on herself.
 
Like previously in that tiny toilet stall, one load was not enough for Caitlyn. However, differently from before, she can keep going now, and she has all the time she wants. Because of that, she keeps going, she keeps jerking off, dreaming that instead of her hand, she had everything Ashe related. Be it those plump, soft looking lips. Those fat tiddies she had the look to see naked, those pale, soft looking thighs, even her hands, so pretty and delicate. Caitlyn has dedicated every single orgasm of her to a different bit of the woman stuck in her dreams for the entire day. Even what she have not seen yet, only the attempt to imagine how her pussy might look like. It must be so pink and tight, thought her. Destroying it would feel so good. Even something kinkier like its neighbor hole, for Caitlyn, that alone is already worth an orgasm.
 
After spending the entire evening masturbating, not even showing up to dinner, jerking off to exhaustion, there Caitlyn is, lying on the bathtub, painted in cum, stanching, with a mess to clean, however, she is way too tired at this point to do anything. She is so tired she could fall asleep right there, her genes would be her blanket, and her shower could wait. Next day will be a long one. She is sated for now, but will she stay that way?
