Thread: Overwatch, Reaper and Windowmaker (Vulgrim x allycat)

The sexy assassin slipped down along the rough black Kevlar of the dark figure. Her tiny hands clasped at his hips and then slid under the waist and forced the heavy coarse clothing free. She paused to look up at his mask. Typically a man needed a smile at this point to reaffirm and encourage and to build passion. To the deadly itsy bitsy spider, this was just sex. Her knees touched the floor and her hands tugged at the pants, releasing him right in front of her face. She clasped the shaft at the base and kissed the tip with her blue tinted lips. The rounded end felt so soft and slippery smooth. The musky scent filled her nose. She hadnt experienced the pleasure of that manly fragrance since Oh god! screamed Amlie, her dark voice wanted her to be loud so things would progress faster. She, herself, wanted to take it slower for fear this could be the last time. Hold my wrists down. It sounded fetish and sexual, but it was her only way to maybe give Grard a chance. Her dark voice burned in her head as punishment. Weeks earlier, Amlie couldnt move her bound body. She looked up at a dark shadow and spat. Ill never kill him. You might as well give up now. At the chateau, pinned under her husband, she moaned as she felt him slide in and out. Her body ached and begged with each withdrawal. Then when he pushed in, a void mentally and physically felt satisfied and giddy. Then it all repeated again. She moaned, knowing it would only hurry them both to the end. She didnt know what the dark voice inside her head had in mind. There was nothing she could do about it. Her blissful state brought her closer to her subconscious than ever before. Still she could get no answers, nor say anything to warn him. Faster, Grard, she said, unless you need more time. Take me there now. It was the dark voice that made her say that last bit. Her eyes darted around the room, looking for weapons and laying out a plan. She screamed silently in her head, No! Windowmakers gloved hand encircled the base of the shaft. She loved the scent of men. She gently licked the tip to savor it. She then did an odd action of putting her nose by the base and slowly sliding her face along the shaft, quietly inhaling along the way. Mmm, she moaned, surprising herself with the vocalization. The traces of muskiness were so precious. The moan bothered her. It wasnt right for an assassin to express so much. She fell silent, but still smirked when she realized how the long drawn out inhaling probably looked like she had just sniffed a Cuban. There was a time when she would have giggled like a little girl at such silly thoughts, but such trivial notions just wasted her time now. The shaft showed defiant confidence all by itself. She could take her time and it would stand just as firm. She liked that, and licked it, and wrapped her lips around it, pushing in, taking it into her mouth. It took effort to blow a man properly. The angle, holding the lips to keep the teeth away it all took care. So the bastard better make some noise if she was going to work him like this. She adjusted her legs and raised her hips to give the maximum movement for herself. She began now in earnest. Her mouth slowly sucked him in and then she gingerly flexed her arm muscles to carefully withdraw the shaft to the tip. Her forearms pressed against his thighs, giving her a good base. Her biceps gave her a machine like precision. Now she moved faster. Her tongue felt the convex surfaces of the veins. Her nose became overwhelmed with his scent. Her view was limited to just his belly. It blurred as she bobbed. She was putting trust in him as she limited her defenses. That really bothered her, but she continued to work him. She wondered if he would stop her half way and then do her fully. She felt conflicted. Maybe she wanted to swallow him. The idea of getting him all the way there turned her on. With so many options, theyd have to do it all again. She pistoned her head faster and faster. If he wanted an adjustment, a good hair tug or forceful head grab would always be appreciated. It would be an affront to her to have worked so hard and not feel that she reach a maximum potential for lack of feedback. Shed have to kill then. For now, she prayed he would break his silence and moan. Her bobbing workout deserved some encouraging noises.