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

Widowmaker's memory would fade away as she left Gerard's still-warm corpse behind, the poor man left tied to his bed, naked and spent, for the guards to find. There wouldn't be any denying what had happened to him. No hiding it, no trying to spin some lie like she did her webs. Gerard had been known as a caring man, as a heroic man, pure of heart and soul. He would have never turned to some other woman for his own desires, and everybody knew that. So when they found him the next morning, and when they found his wife mysteriously gone, well, there wasn't any guessing as to what'd happened to the man and why. Talon must have corrupted her. But that was it, for this story -- though, of course, Widowmaker had a complicated and extensive past. There was always that time with Mercy... Before she next thought could begin, Reaper snapped his new 'girlfriend' if she could be called that from her memories with a loud spank on her thick ass again. When she egged him on, he growled audibly at her, frustrated by her constant challenge. He smacked her flank again and again, his claws digging in to her tender flesh until her cheeks were left more red than they were blue, and still she begged for it, bouncing up and down on his cock like some kind of trampoline, impaling herself on to his impressive length every time. He wasn't sure what'd suddenly brought on this side of her. Did she just get off on pain and self-loathing, or did this go deeper than that? When the woman twisted, his girth still very much buried inside of her, Reaper let out his first real moan, his voice an octave higher than his previous grunts and groans of pleasure. Agh, he grumbled, placing his hand on the small of her back as she turned to let him fuck her sideways. Beneath his mask, the man grit his teeth and scowled, but he wouldn't pass up this opportunity to explore the insides of her pussy in new and interesting ways. The assassin placed one hand beneath the backs of her knees and raised her legs in to the air, thighs forced tightly together. He could feel her walls squeeze around him, and Reaper's other hand wrapped around her torso, hugging her tits close to his face as he quite literally pulled her off of his fuck-stick only to force her back down on top of it again. This went on for a while, until she twisted on top of him entirely -- and when she assumed the position of reverse cowgirl, Reaper was certain that he was beginning to lose his damned mind.... You damn spider, he swore sharply at her, giving her ass another hard thwapping. From this angle, he could watch it bounce with the motion, and Reaper found that so much more satisfying. Still, he grew tired of this 'Queen of the Mountain,' and without warning, the man stood, forcing Widowmaker up with him, though he didn't pull himself from her at all. An arm wrapped around her front to keep her back pinned to his broad chest, and he quite literally lifted the woman from the floor, suspending her in the air with his sword still hilted deep inside. Twisting, he pushed Widowmaker's naked front up against the cold steel of the wall, gripping her beneath the thighs and splaying her legs apart from behind. With her tits mushed against the bulkhead, and with her feet off of the ground, the camo netting above them was really the only thing to grasp at for support as he proceeded to fuck the poor spider from behind, pushing against her in an undoubtedly awkward and uncomfortable way, though he was able to reach even deeper than ever before, his front pressed hard against Widowmaker's back still. A hand reached around to grip her chin, and he forced her to look over his shoulder and directly in to his mask, their 'noses' touching. Mewl for me, he commanded, though he didn't sound too threatening -- could it be that Reaper was actually lost in passion? He couldn't quite kiss her, but that didn't stop the man from bringing his face in close to her own. The wet sounds of sex filled the bay of the dropship as he continued pummeling in to her, and Reaper could feel that he was nearing his end, but he wouldn't stop until he'd at least heard the blue-tinged woman say something lewd and nasty again.