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

For Widowmaker, the grip on the back of her head tightened and it thrilled her. It felt so dangerous and out of control for her to submit so willingly. The man dictated the speed and he made it clear that sex with him would not go the way of a black widow spider. She would be the one to be in danger. And she loved it. If fate killed right then and there, it was fate. Nothing she could have done would have changed it. There was anger in his sex play. She felt it in his hip thrust against her. Suddenly her blowjob ceased movement. She was trapped. When she opened her eyes, she saw the skull mask looking down at her. His hand prevented any movement. She couldnt even gulp. If he came now, shed choke. It turned her on. She thought, Let fate happen. She had nightmares that got her off like this. Her fingers dug into his hips. A challenge was being made here. She just didnt understand it. But did it matter? She never felt so aroused. Her heart pulsed. She knew it burnt more oxygen, but she had no control. Her body was giving in and her soul wanted more. Whatever he searched for, he could have as far as she was concerned. His shaft blocked any relief for her burning lungs. Minutes seemed to have gone by. Her nose and mouth couldnt take in air. She looked defiantly back. Her vision tunneled as the oxygen in her blood lowered to about where shed pull the trigger for the most accurate of long distance shots, the ones that required deep meditation and gyroscope stabilizers. Most snipers had to coordinate breathing and heartbeats to the pull of the trigger. She always went further than that. But now she knew the lightheaded feeling was going too far. Her hands dropped to her knees. She wondered if hed climax in her mouth before she passed out. She hoped so. She had put some effort into all, and it peeved her if her time had been wasted. But then again, maybe he had no further use for her. She felt anger and rage that she had been so foolish, but she held still because she just felt so turned on by it all. This kind of sex hit a deep chord inside her. Her heart gave one last large pulse. She knew that was it for air. Even her cold body couldnt last longer. The faint feeling made her close her eyes and enter a happy bliss. Amlie screamed. She had climaxed and now her body sweated, her heart raced, and her lungs begged for air. Dont get too comfortable. Ive been fantasizing too long about something to let you off so easily. She pushed him over and rolled on top of him. Then she just collapsed. Just give me a minute. Im, Im, yeah. Fantasies can be too demanding. Inside her head, she was not relaxing. Panic and fear shook her need to get more time as she fought a dark voice pouring into her sexual high and dancing with delight. She concentrated to hold back whatever plan it had for her husband. Suddenly her body, without her consent, climbed forward. Her nipples tantalized her husbands face. She flexed her long legs, swinging them around as she sat on his chest. The dark voice completed its total control and smiled down at Grard. Im ready, her voice said in the sweetest most loving tone. I need this. Really. She pealed off a stocking and tied his wrist to the headboard. She peeled off the other and tied the other wrist. She smiled down the line of her cleavage right into his eyes. I love you, Grard. Always, remember that and cherish our time here. She slid forward and pushed herself over his mouth. Do me. Ive been wanting this so bad. She leaned back to reach behind and massage his resting manhood. Her hand felt the wetness and used it to lube her motions. Her thighs squeezed his head and every muscle flexed as hard as she could to hold him right in place. She then slid a bit further forward covering both his mouth and nose. She stroked his shaft faster. Yes! she screamed. The act turned her dark side on like nothing else, but her true soul screamed for mercy for him and for her. Her very being begged for the act to stop, but the dark voice abused the trust the gullible man had placed in a lover once captured by Talon. She wouldnt let up, especially when he would start to figure out that the love making had ended at the climax. This act wasnt love. Windowmaker always wanted to know what that man had thought and as she felt faint, maybe now she got a glimpse. She deserved it if this was the last time she felt any thrill at all. She opened her eyes and stared at the mask, but they began to glaze over.