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

Thats so good, said Amlie, stroking her husbands hair as she road high on his body and his face planted firmly against her breasts. As she looked down at the top of his head, she felt the tongue swirls going around her plump nipple. As he then shifted his mouth to the other, her eyes helplessly closed and her head fell back as she enjoyed the passion that she invoked in her lover. She had made him launch into such a furious series of passionate moves. The dance was lost to instinct now, but she had ignited it. And he deserved it. A part of her had a dark reason for him to enjoy this one night. The rest of her just wanted love. A breast tinged with a sharp ache from a playful squeeze. Ah! She gave his shoulder a frisky slap. Youre so bad. When he started carrying her over to the bed, she panicked a little bit, cranking her neck about, worried that she extended too high up. She checked if she might hit the ceiling fan. Oh! She lowered her head, but he leaned back a bit more as they went under. Hopefully, he thought she just moaned. Suddenly feeling her body trampoline on the bed, her exhilaration shot up with the initial bounce of her body. With him pushing back down, pinning her to the bed, she loved feeling his weight across her whole figure. The pressure dominated her and let her give into notions that there was nothing she could do to stop him. She lifted a knee and rubbed that one free leg against his side. A dark voice inside her yelled for her to act. She defied it. Nothing would stop her from letting him have one last moment of love with her. She vowed to let him have his way with her and then she would listen to the voice hiding inside, only then. The angry murmur droned in her head, but she ignored it and faked a happy moan. She felt the passion, but happiness could never be genuine with a darker half fighting over her soul. The dark voice spoke again as Widowmaker retorted, I only kill the assignment. If Tracer had been official support, if she had been more than a bystander, I would have taken the extra effort. The assassin stood and steadied herself on the moving aircraft by raising an arm to grab an overhead camouflage mesh. Her long ponytail swayed with the ships sudden turns. Allowing her hips to move a bit with the momentum was her making a clear signal to him. The subtle shift in her weight was her coldblooded bodys idea a blatant flirtation. She had hoped the man would be present to watch her work. Now having seen her succeed again, did the kill get his exhilaration going like it did her? She wasnt certain about his motives. For her, when a deadly steel kiss touched its target, she wanted to extend the high. She hoped to make the most of her restrained excitement. After all, she could feel her heart pound once inside her chest. She closed her eyes and waited a second. Another strong ferocious heart pound hit again. It amazed her how fast and how strong it was going now. Looking right at him, she really was turned on now. Pound her heart throbbed once again. Amlie pulled her body back over the bed. She tugged at the nightie tangling around her hips. She wanted to show Grard her powder blue colored panties and garters. She wanted the visual to burn into his mind of her bare chested body and the panties waiting for him to pull them off. She was all for him. She existed only for him. Her whole soul held control until she made him happy. Then she would have to give him over to her dark voice. She had no choice.