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

Windowmaker smiled, knowing she was getting to Reaper. His voice straining at a different octaves confirmed it. She took the harsh spanking. She wanted the pain. Somehow, she seemed deserving to have a sting if and when she took joy. Mewl? she scoffed, as she grabbed at the ceiling military mesh while her body got pressed against the wall. Her limbs spread out like a spider stuck to a web. Her inner ramparts throbbed as her body finally edged towards to a nice peek. Intending to use a gentle voice, the pounding forced her to instead grunt out, Now, I, know, you, are, trolling. She leaned her head back to his as if doing so out of love and care. Her hand reached to gently touch the side of his mask. She mocked him, How, about, this? You, have, my, permission, to, come, now. She tried to laugh, but instead moaned and panted. Ah! Oh! Yes. Good, little, boy. She didnt care if she pissed him off. Maybe hed like. She closed her eyes and enjoyed hit a sexual peek. The muscles in her legs went limp, but she still clasped the mesh above. With her legs lowering, her body squeezed him even tighter. At the chateau, Overwatch agents had found and removed the body. It was an active crime scene. Tracer looked around the grounds. She blinked about the topiary to places where she thought she had seen something. Mostly she found bits of trash. She blinked several yards over to a small tool shed. Hmmm, nothing. Mrs. Lacroix how did you leave? She saw a manual push grass cutter and giggled at the ancient equipment. Winston! She blinked to a stone patio area. She whispered, Winston? Blink. In a sharp staccato, as she called in a normal voice, Winston? She opened a heavy painted wood door, built long before people got beheaded for working with French aristocracy. Blink. Wow, she said, seeing the elaborate stonewalls and floors. Cool. Blink. Upstairs, she looked over the railing. She waved at an Overwatch guard. Blink. In the bedroom, she saw yellow numbered markers, tagging various spots in the room where something significant had been removed. Winston? There you are. I checked the grounds, love. I dont see anything through the gardens. Im guessing, Mrs. Lacroix took an extra car left for her. She looked at her companion. He always kept too busy. Still he had always took time for her and she wished she could return the favor. She picked up a scanner to offer him and held it out. She had a crush on the guy and one day, she wanted to make certain he knew it. Do you need this to Go, Fuck, yourself, said Windowmaker, still being pumped. Mewl. Please. Its, too, late, to, troll, me. Im, coming, already. She closed her eyes enjoying the extension to her killers high. Maybe a part of her soul hoped the guy had enjoyed it too. He better have. It had been a tough workout. Then again, if he didnt look out for himself, why should she care? She felt the pieces of her torn uniform. Her hand touched the angry exposed skin that Reaper had cruelly slapped so many times. It made her hum in bliss. He did a nice job. Over by her amo and supplies, she had packed a black catsuit with a red corset. It wasnt her normal outfit, but she could slip it on. She looked at reaper. He could watch too, if he wanted. What she really craved now would take place when they landed. In the darkest corner of her mind, she wanted revenge and she wanted the name or names of the Talon leader that ordered her first hit. It wasnt fair. After all, she still hadnt been paid for that hit after all. Now blood would do. The thoughts of revenge faded away as the sensual sexual state calmed.