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

Reaper would be the only man to ever tug on her Windowmaker ponytail and be allowed to live a second longer. She decided to grant him such a harsh use her trusses because she actually loved some good hair pulling. She didnt smile or say a word as her head pulled back, leaving her neck fully exposed. She certainly didnt like just giving in to such a weak pose, open to an easy deadly strike. She swallowed and with the neck kinked back, her throat gulped, but not out of fear. It all made her heart beat so hard in her chest. Beat, as in once. Her latex gloved hands slid up the sides of her outfit to the deep plunging neck. Her fingers slipped under the opposing diagonals. They glided up to the sides of her bosom, stopped, and slowly drew away making the V wider. The outfit strained to keep her modesty. It finally gave and popped her breasts free, exposing so much more of her blue skin. The silent act had to be the clearest indication of her mindset with Reaper. Amlies hands grabbed at the bed sheets and twisted them around her wrists. She couldnt be more turned on. Her heart beat faster and faster. She felt guilt just lying back enjoying herself so much. It was him that she wanted to please, but maybe this too made him happy. Im ready. Please, lay on top of me. Let me feel your full weight. Im craving it too much. She hugged his upper back with her stocking covered legs. She had lost one high-heeled shoe somehow. Normally the straps held on annoyingly well. Maybe it was the rush in the bathroom that made her miss tightening the clasp. Maybe they broke a strap. She wiggled the other foot, but of course that heel remained locked on good and tight. Her hands rummaged through his hair as he continued to use his tongue to explore in newer ways than she was used to having. Now, she wished she hadnt said anything. She didnt want him to move. The idea of climaxing right there intoxicated her. Her dark said, promised to take over when she did. Dont make me come just yet. She worried the second shed come, shed kill him like a black widow spider should, but Windowmaker respected Reaper, and she promised herself to let him live after they had some fun. Her hands slid across the dark body armor. She licked the tip of her gloved index finger and touched the exposed skin on his arm.
Thread: Overwatch, Reaper and Windowmaker (Vulgrim x allycat)

Gerard smirked in to Amelie's sacred place, not moving an inch from where he lay with his face between her heavenly thighs. The man's hand raised, and he gripped at one of his wife's pert breasts, fingers closing in around the supple flesh. He could feel that it was still wet with his spit, his lips and tongue having left no place untouched. Her husband's wet appendage thrust itself between her tiers and explored her womanly tunnel, and Amelie's sweet moans were all he needed to keep going. But when she pleaded with him not to make her cum just yet, he lifted his face and looked in to her eyes, thinking to himself. No, she was right. The were meant to do that together. He chuckled at his wife in a teasing way, climbing back on top of her again. Gerard kissed her chest, her sternum, her neck, and then her lips, allowing the woman a small taste of herself, still fresh on his tongue. Not yet, mon amour , he purred, reaching down to finish unbuckling his pants. They came loose around his waist, and he guided Amelie's hands to his hips so that she could help him pull them off. With a bit of shuffling, they were discarded easily, and, bare to his wife now, he took his position on top of her once more, the crown of his impressive shaft poking at Amelie's slick folds, requesting entrance. He held his breath and pulled back slightly to stare in to the woman's eyes as he plunged in to her, pushing his length halfway. Amelie, he sighed, swallowing hard. Again, the man kissed her. Again, Reaper rumbled. He watched the little spider as she reached up to expose herself to him, shapely breasts spilling from the confines of her tight body suit, freed to the air and to his gaze. The assassin reached down and took one in to his grasp, giving it a sharp squeeze. Her warm flesh felt cold in his clawed hand, and when she ran her hands over his armor, she could feel his smirk, though Widowmaker couldn't see it at all behind that eery mask of his. The man chuckled, reaching down to his belt. It came undone and fell to the flooring with a heavy clank. That seemed to be some sort of invitation, then -- or some silent command, instructing Widowmaker to finish the job he'd started for her. A simple tug down on the front of his pants stood between her lips and his cock, which she could already see an impression of, slowly forming beneath the material of his trousers. Behave yourself, spider, he warned, wise to her tricks. Your venom's no good on me. Reaper peeled the visor from the top of Widowmaker's head, gently tossing it down on to the seat just beside her so that it wouldn't get in the way. He pushed a few strands of strangely-colored hair from her strangely-colored face, staring down in to those strangely-colored eyes of hers. The two were certainly discovering interesting things about each other. Widowmaker's heart had a beat, after all -- and though it wasn't quite certain who or what Reaper was beneath that mask of his, there wasn't any doubt that the man was living, given the compelling amount of evidence he had tucked away behind his trousers.
Thread: Overwatch, Reaper and Windowmaker (Vulgrim x allycat)

Widowmaker used a relaxed stroll over to her duffle bag and amo cases as a way to dismiss most of Reapers rant. Taking a wide stance, she bent over at the hips. Her quick fingers opened the cloth bag and extracted a tiny black catsuit. She also mined out a red corset. Peeling herself of her purple latex scraps down to her boots, she dislodged her lower legs. At one point she raised a hand to gesture a talking puppet, mocking Reapers little speech. A cable-free grappling hook lodged into the wall next to Reapers head just before he could say her birth name. Dont even, she said, as she stretched black latex up her naked body. I already answered that. Her arms strained into the suit. She aimed her torso at him, paused, and then zipped her bare breasts up into a shiny black sheen. Bowing, limber and quick, she grabbed the red corset. She didnt look forward to donning all the rest. Loading up the bombs onto her hips and hiding the other weapons took so much time. It all reminded her just how much effort sex required to free herself from her equipment. She pulled-in the laces behind her. Awe. Dont look so glum. Tracer handed the scanner over to Winston. Her gloved hands lingered on his large fingers. She clearly didnt care about the device. She woke herself up from her trance and blinked away to the other side of the room, to sit on a cabinet with her legs in a pretzel. She has a almost a full day lead on us, said Tracer. You know its now a wait and see. If you find a clue as to where shes going, you know its gotta be a red herring planted by her. I vote we send one of others to double-check anything we find here. Itll be a dead end waste of time, unless you found some radioactive isotope to track her with. You guys didnt put a tracker on her did you? Sometimes, I wonder if Overwatch secretly She blinked right by Winston, do things they technically shouldnt. She whispered, Is she? Tracked? Is a radar screen somewhere got a little blip going? Her hand rubbed the covered arm of his jetpack suit. Nothing of his fur showed except around his face. The bulletproof power suit was all she could lean against. Its always great working with you, especially during such tough times. She looked up at him literally and figuratively. Did he feel the same way though? It was tough reading Winston. The guy could always hide behind his work. Eating peanut butter seemed the only time he honestly stayed in the moment and did not let so many other things distract him away into a cloud of R and D. We should stay here tonight. The carriage house has a roomy garage with a couple of empty tractor tires inside. Perfect, aye? Just a bit rustic and dirty. Wed have to rough it, here together and all. She wondered if they did it, where would she sit or lay when it came to oversized tires. Tires were his furniture of choice at his lab. Not exactly comfortable. Speaking of which, heading back to his lab worried her. He was talking about her timepiece again. She was certain he would just get distracted there. Maybe if she batted her eyes a bit more, hed notice her.
Thread: Overwatch, Reaper and Windowmaker (Vulgrim x allycat)

OOC Im wondering if you look at 209 in Recall, if the man on the far left is Reaper. . Hey, maybe it is. Someone else drew this As the last nurse left, Amlie grabbed the door just before the magnetic lock took hold. Wearing a business dress with long sleeves and just above the knee skirt, the outfit sheathed her perfectly. She could be on a board of directors, a naughty but still politically correct one. Her high heels click-clacked on the hospital buildings hard floors. With her hair up, she looked very official and few people, even security questioned her presence pretty much anywhere. Even at an Overwatch base, she once got in to see her husband without ID. The guards just typically stared, tried to talk about something with her, and very kindly breached security by opening doors for her especially if she carried a filing box. Dressed as she was, she was the equivalent of a man with a tool belt, who could go anywhere only no one would remember the man. She would always be remembered. So shed have to hurry. In the last room, she found Dr. Angela Zieglers lab. Mercy? A tall blonde woman in a lab coat looked over a computer next to an electron microscope. She was beautiful, and Amlie didnt know why, but the woman seemed so alluring. It was almost like Amlie had a sudden crush on her. With all the guilt swirling around her head, how could she be thinking such school emotions? She tried to set the notions aside, but she couldnt. Somehow the need for help was turning on parts of her brain. She pursed her lips and her sad puppy eyes welled up in tears. She started to fear that she had been mentally altered to not only kill but to also seduce, anything for the mission. Her current self-imposed mission was to get help. Sexuality answered. At that moment it seemed to be kicking into overdrive. She bit her lower lip and walked over to the blonde. I really need your help, something awful, horrible happened. Tracer giggled at how clueless Winston could be. Were not getting drunk tonight well, not as goal! I have other ideas. She held onto the rim of his battlesuits neckline. Pulling her self up to his face, she kissed. Were alone. Just to make that fact known. Sometimes I dont think you put two and two together unless there is an integral squiggle in there. She kissed again. How do you unbolt out of this? Do you need help? Its been so long since Ive seen you out of this thing.
Thread: Are you ready for some Textual Intercourse?

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Thread: Are you ready for some Textual Intercourse?

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Thread: Are you ready for some Textual Intercourse?

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Thread: Are you ready for some Textual Intercourse?

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Thread: Are you ready for some Textual Intercourse?

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Thread: Are you ready for some Textual Intercourse?

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Thread: Are you ready for some Textual Intercourse?

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Thread: Are you ready for some Textual Intercourse?

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Thread: The Elf and the Goblin {darkest_fate&AvalonsGuardian}

The words kept sort of echoing in Bright Rock's mind. Something about eyes or holes or tribes or holy tribes or rocky holes or something along those lines. He kept blinking his eyes, wishing that they'd better adjust to the light around him. It probably didn't help that he really thought he'd somehow ended up outside as opposed to in, and most goblins had some sort of protective eyewear on when they did that. Plus there was the whole throbbing in his chest which made thinking about anything else more than a little difficult. Eventually his vision cleared, showing him the striking maiden standing above him. He had to blink a few more times, not quite believing what he was seeing. An elf? This far... west? North? Okay, maps were not Bright Rock's strong suit, since they weren't really needed. But she was definitely an elf. Sure, she was thin, but damn did she look good. Bright Rock could feel his member twitching, likely disturbing the loincloth he wore draped around his hips. While the elf might be tall and willowy, as mentioned earlier, Bright Rock was most definitely small and a little scrawny. He did have something of a belly, all made of stretched dark green skin. He also had pointed ears, which he supposed might make him slightly more appealing to the elf. Hers looked better than his nobody had taken a bite out of the left one. At least he had all his teeth, even if they were mostly yellowed fangs. His sinewy tongue moved to lick them now as he tried to figure out what this female was doing here. An artifact. What the hell was... oh, valuables. Right, adventurers sometimes called them that. Not lot go on, Bright Rock said, squinting. He scratched his chest, realizing that he did at least still have his vest. He spread the ragged hide a little to expose his chest and sure enough there was the item he'd seen. It glimmered in his chest, its color most definitely standing out against the green skin. It look like this? the goblin asked, tapping it and looking up at the elf. See, this is why you had to be careful when touching things. Stupid Bright Rock had just been a hurry. Still, if it got him the attention of a pretty elf, well, his pulsing member let him know that couldn't be all bad.
Thread: The Elf and the Goblin {darkest_fate&AvalonsGuardian}

Ah, so the goblin was in fact alive, and did, to some extent, recognize that she was speaking to him, and even better, he seemed to understand the words themselves. Not that that necessarily meant he would be any help, but it was better than nothing. Judging by how he kept blinking to clear his eyes, she had to assume that he had either just woken up from a nap, or he was somewhere he didn't expect to be and, as a result, was adjusting to the bright light shining down on them. It was early in the day yet, but that just meant that the sun was on its rise, and at the angle it was currently at in the sky, no doubt it was rather unpleasant for Bright Rock. She cocked her hips to one side, her unoccupied hand resting on her side as she quirked an eyebrow at him, looking him over while waiting for him to finally speak up. Well, she certainly wouldn't, contrary to how he viewed her, describe him as attractive. If he took a bath, it would at least be an improvement, and she could, if she was feeling generous, at least say that his belly wasn't obscenely large, and he had all of his teeth, that she could see from where she stood as he licked them. That being said, with the little green creature wearing little more than a vest and a loincloth, one that seemed to be twitching suggestively, at that, she wasn't overly inclined to stare for that long. At least, she wasn't, until his vest opened a bit as he shifted it, revealing the very artifact that she was looking for embedded in his chest! That was unexpected, to say the least, though at least she could say that she had succeeded at her quest. Whatever deities were looking over her clearly had seen fit to deliver the object of her search directly onto her, if perhaps in a slightly less than conventional manner. At any rate, it was more than enough for her to make do with. Yes, it looks like that. She actually allowed herself a slight smile, crouching down to loom over the goblin and angling her blade so the point was hovering a few inches over the gem, wondering if she could pry it loose. That notion died as quickly as it had come, however, as she could hardly risk damaging or disturbing the artifact, much as she'd like to. With that in mind, she reluctantly averted her blade, standing and sheathing the weapon and then beckoning him to his feet. Alright, goblin, on your feet. We're going to throw you in a river to get clean and then you're coming with me. She explained to him. Obviously whether or not he wanted to wasn't really a factor, she would see this through, no matter what it took.
Thread: The Elf and the Goblin {darkest_fate&AvalonsGuardian}

Looks like... so he had whatever it was this pretty elf wanted literally stuck inside him. Bright Rock watched the elf carefully, every instinct he had telling him to get up and run away or maybe dig into a hole until there was just no way that someone as large as her could possibly find him. Except... except another one of his instincts was kicking in as well. How many females had he gotten to spread their legs for a shiny they wanted? The chieftain's middle daughter, who happened to be passingly pretty for a goblin, had once let Bright Rock stick his cock inside her back door for a particularly shiny necklace he'd found once. They often came back when he actually did his thing, but sometimes all it took was the right shiny. Maybe... maybe elf females would be the same way? She'd gone from threatening to kill him to threatening to bathe him. Sure, he wasn't exactly thrilled at the prospect of being thrown into the water and losing his protective cover of dirt, but it definitely beat getting stabbed or sliced to death. Most adventurers didn't talk about taking a goblin with them. The handful who were into slaves did, but most of those weren't elves. Something about respecting life. So... Can't walk, the goblin tried, kicking his legs feebly. Got all spinny 'cuz of thing, he tapped his chest, then looked up at the girl, smiling. Plus, there be big swelling, make it hard to walk. Sometimes the girls got that particularly joke. Lot of the female goblins laughed Bright Rock doubted the pretty elf would. Still, he supposed it was worth a shot. He could use a chuckle after seeing the bodies of his people piled up and chopped to pieces and all. And he could really use a tumble.
Thread: The Elf and the Goblin {darkest_fate&AvalonsGuardian}

Whether her sense of humor was lacking or she had simply chosen to allow the joke to pass her by, Alanis did not seem particularly amused by the goblin's joke, if she even understood it. Of course, perhaps it was just the fact that she had only found out moments ago that the artifact of ancient power that she had been looking for had wound up embedded in the chest of a goblin, and that she had to take him with her. As if that wasn't enough, it seemed like he wasn't in any shape to walk either, so she would have to carry him. Hopefully he wasn't too much heavier than his size indicated. While she wasn't exactly weak, the lean muscle that she did possess wasn't entirely well suited towards hauling heavy objects, which he might very well classify as. Well, she was going to find out one way or another, she supposed, looking over him one last time with a frown before sighing and stopping down to scoop him up. She grunted a bit with the effort, but managed to haul him up and onto her back, leaning forward so she was essentially giving him a piggyback ride. Hold on. She instructed him, silently threatening to find a less pleasant way of carrying him if he didn't manage that much. She was going to make good on her former threat, however, as if she was going to be traveling with this goblin, he was at least going to be clean. Not that she was entirely convinced that would do much for his appearance, but it could hardly hurt things, at least from where she was standing. She was less sure now that this was an outright blessing from the gods, starting to suspect that instead it was a trial, but it was one that she intended to pass, that she might be the one to bring back the sacred object that had for so long been lost. With a slight grin on her face, she made for a nearby river, where she had stopped to get water not all that long ago, carrying Bright Rock to the edge of it and then turning so her back, and him upon it, was to it. That was a little foreboding, and it probably wouldn't be improved when she instructed him, with perhaps a bit too much enjoyment in her voice, to take a deep breath before dropping him into it. It was deep enough to cushion his fall, but not enough so that he would risk staying under, and, for all the elf seemed to be displeased with the current situation, she did at least stay at the riverside to haul him up so he was only partially submerged instead of fully. There was a tumble for him, though the elf, not privy to his desire, was tragically unaware of the irony that presented. If she was lucky, the water would help clear up some of the spinny feeling that Bright Rock described, but if not, she would at least be carrying a clean goblin from then on.
Thread: The Elf and the Goblin {darkest_fate&AvalonsGuardian}

A piggyback ride? Bright Rock nearly laughed aloud as the elf literally bent over and effectively hauled him onto her as though he were a backpack. She'd surely feel his arousal pressing against her back, particularly because Bright Rock so no reason not to grind his hips subtly against her, using the friction of her body to get a little bit of satisfaction at the least. Either she didn't notice or didn't care or maybe she even wanted it a bit. In Bright Rock's experience, most females actually wanted that sort of attention. They just had to act like they didn't, otherwise the other females would get upset and the males would just be riding them all the time. But oh boy, they were still heading for that river. Bright Rock nearly sighed, knowing full well that there was little he could do. Well, maybe she'd be more inclined toward his suggestions after she'd dunked him in the water. All he could do was make sure to take the deep breath at just the right moment, letting the water rush over him, cleaning his scaly, almost hairless body of a good deal of the filth. A veritable cloud of mud and who knows what formed around where the tiny creature had hit the water. It rushed away quickly enough with the flow of the water. The goblin very nearly did as well, but the elf pulled at him, and he found himself sputtering and spitting. No like! he said, waving his hands in her direction. Water cold! Hurting! which was definitely true. Plus he could feel all those layers being wiped of him. He almost wanted to go down and cover his tender bits, since those were obviously most important. Why pretty elf being so mean to poor little Bright Rock? he tried looking up at her, even pouting a little. Hey, sometimes the big ones just wanted to see your eyes get big and your voice get a little whiny. Bright Rock had at least some experience with that. he was already wondering how he could turn this to his advantage, but first, first he needed to see if his suspicions about the pretty elf and the thing in his chest were correct.