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

Amlie held firm for several minutes after her husband stopped moving. She didnt dare let up. Her thigh muscles burned and she made them squeeze even harder. She had to be certain he was dead. Then she fell back and rolled off the bed. She had done her job. But just to be certain, she crawled back up to the bed and checked his pulse. Nothing. Yes, she had the horror of what she had done hit her so hard. She knew that in her mind lurked some dark presence. Given how Overwatch didnt trust her, they would now surely assume the worst now. Her heart raced again for terrible reasons now. Any joy evaporated. Who would believe a person could be programmed? She needed help. Logic and shock mixed as she tried to avoid thinking of what she had done. She only knew of one person who might be able to restore her normal mind. At an Overwatch campus, Mercy did so many medical miracles. But could Amlie make it to Zrich? Rather than let grief flood her thoughts, Amlie used her new cold hearted skills to avoid thinking about her husband. She blamed the Talon. She needed answers. She stood by the bedside and vowed with all her heart to find out who exactly ordered the death of her husband and shed kill them too. No, she wouldnt just let herself be arrested and locked away. Shed do something about it. Shed confront the bastard who really did this and make them Spank, harder, I, need, it, to, hurt, screamed Windowmaker, burning her leg muscles as she road Reaper like a stolen horse. More, she ordered. She felt him grope her breasts and the squeezing of her soft flesh helped. But it didnt hurt enough. It didnt punish her enough. She missed the notion of feeling a mans weight lie over her body. She missed feeling warmth and companionship. As quickly as she craved those notions, she rejected them. That wasnt her anymore. At the moment, she needed to feel more intensity to maintain her high from the kill. She searched constantly for ways to hold that wonderful feeling of elevated life. For her pain and pleasure went together in sex. Guilt made that happen. She felt she didnt deserve sexual bliss without pain. She needed to punish herself anytime she orgasmed. Deep inside, she blamed her sexual desires on ruining her life. If she had only held back that fateful night, her husband might have lived. The guards would have returned and she could have confessed to harboring a dark soul. Amlie had been so trusting and now, Windowmaker dug her fingers into Reapers shoulder. Harder! Her hips rose and fell faster. Her eyes locked on the mask and then shed look away to feel him inside her. She alternated her gaze to him and her inner sensations, as she gave herself a ruthless pumping. On one down stroke, she lifted a leg, using a hand to keep it straight as she pressed its knee by her shoulder. One the next down stroke, she rotated her torso. She intended to do an about face, but the girth inside her slowed her down. She now had both legs over Repears right thigh. She had lost all leverage. Lift me and lower me. Again. Again. Mmmmm. Ok. Im going to complete the turn now. She wanted to face away. The shaft would feel different and hit new spots inside. Also Repear could watch her rear bob, as she pressed both hands down on his knees for leverage.