Three seconds. Three of the essence endorsement. It was a hazard, she knew, to have an entire plan relying on such a low window of metre, but a lot can materialize in three seconds, the trick was making them unavoidable, creating a desexualize path.

She would be here soon, Widowmaker had made sure that that, at the very least, was unavoidable by picking a target that couldn't be ignored close to where she knew she was, and this clock time she had planned ahead, really planned ahead.

She knelt perfectly still in the deep night light, a phantasm in the iniquity of the abandoned edifice that she alone occupied, invisible save for eight dim lights which formed the normal of a spiders eyes across her mask.

Before you spring a gob you first have to entice in the prey, a truth Widowmaker knew all too well. And, while drawing them in, if you can make water them believe they have the speed mitt they’ll get confident, perhaps too convinced.

She scanned through the various still images on her vizor as she peered out of the open window waiting for the telltale blueness run that she was waiting for so expectantly, cypher yet, but she could practically taste the slight whippets'presence on the air. She was close, very close, the plot was about to begin.

“ You never really teach do you, lie with ? ” Came a saccharine vocalization, almost a whisper in her ear.

In the darkness Widowmaker allowed herself the modest of smirks despite the surprisal, some days it was just all too easy. She gasped audibly, seemingly startled as she dropped down while spinning, the placement of her invertebrate foot precise as she pulled the trigger on her gun.

A trice of white from the muzzle intimately coupled with the look of cordite and a deep thud as her gun released its payload, a clatter ringing out from a shell as it pinged off the nook of a wall, matched by the warped distinctive ‘ zip’of Tracers slipstream mingling in with the girls constant giggling.

Widowmaker sprang up and away knowing that here, inside, Tracer had the reward over her, even as her rifle reconfigured itself in a serial of abbreviated mechanical whirring from sniper to dishonour mode the peppy Brit’s parallel pulse pistols were master for this form of closelipped fourth combat.

“ Off in a hurry ? ” Came another schoolgirlish giggle as Widowmaker kicked elegantly off a wall, diving through a door and into the wide corridor of her chosen abandoned construction which had just happened to overlook at a distance a particularly vital ability situation, enough of a object to warrant tracer bullet response when data of Widowmakers whereabouts had ‘ leaked’.

A zip to her left and Widowmaker leapt, hearing the ratatat of the pulse pistols as they left a musical score of marks in the rampart where she had just been. They were both by all invoice skilled sharpshooter, but in many of their numerous encounters they typically each came away unscathed, both so manoeuvrable that it was near out of the question to accurately prepare their sights on the other.

She just had to celebrate running game, to make it to her objective, she’d danced this duet a hundred times, but today would be different, her object glass wasn’t the force installation, it was tracer bullet herself, and only she knew that.

“ You’ll never catch me putain ! ” Widowmaker goaded, highlighting the timbre of her spokesperson to add a faux border of despair, she needed Tracer to believe she was winning, after all.

“ Oops, language ! ” tracer giggled, the hallway lighting up in a jiffy of Amytal as another stream of shots zipped down, landing just a tone behind Widowmaker as she sprinted away, her ducks and dives followed by her long ponytail, trailing her like a streamer.

Widowmaker was getting close and could feel the moment approaching, a branching way that either led to her victory or another day of disengaging and slinking back into the shadows.

In an apparent act of despair she aimed her rifle back down the corridor with one hand as she ran, squeezing the induction and lighting the place up in a hail of fully automatic subterfuge fire, just a little foster, she could see the window and the construction opposite, the hole, laid and waiting.

“ You’ll have to do unspoiled than that ! ” Tracer mocked as she blinked forward, her pistols spinning as they replenished their seemingly limitless ammunition.

Widowmaker subconsciously counted down the last daily round of fire in her cartridge clip, five, four, three, two, one, and despite a exact knowledge of her snap, clicked the empty rifle several metre as if surprised to find herself running empty and, to Tracers stunned surprise, cast her rifle aside ! The girl had hardly ever seen the glum assassin without her care for weapon system and a disarmed Widowmaker offered a unparalleled probability, maybe this was the sentence she’d actually win, actually capture her !

Widowmaker leapt, an arm covering her face as a spray of Tracer's pulse shooting iron shattered the window before her, she came out and cast her gaze up, eyes focusing on a gunpoint far above her, her hand reaching out with precision, the slow, almost unperceivable beat of her heart making finding her target a breeze.

tracer bullet watched as with a fit of air Widowmakers grappling hook blasted out and up, catching her exercising weight and beginning to swing her forward and up as it reeled her in, but, determined not to fall behind the opportunity, she blinked forward, feeling the world break around her as she appeared out over the alley, her impulse handgun shifting back with a practiced flick of her wrists into her arm holsters as, arms outstretched, she grabbed ahold of Widowmakers legs.

Widowmaker let out a grunt as she felt the sudden weight, slowing her stress and sending them both careering through a window on the far building, shards of spyglass glistening and reflecting what sick moonshine there was. Un.

As they rolled and scrambled to their feet Widowmaker’s mind counted every 2nd with precision, this was the critical phase. She was on her feet first, her history as a ballerina giving her aplomb and symmetry beyond that of Tracer when she was not in the unconscious process of blinking around. Deux.

Tracer looked over as she came to her foot, refocusing her regard on Widowmaker through the yellowish glint of her goggles, disorientated she glimpsed a glint of steel, a instant.

“ Trois ! ” Widowmaker shouted as the blade left her hand.

“ Ahh ! ” Tracer cried out as the tongue pierced her jumpsuit, burying itself to the hilt in her chest, infliction blossoming in her like a flush as she, on pure instinct alone, recalled.

The pain sensation vanished as quickly as it had appeared, the world shifting around her as time flowed differently for her, sending her body back to precisely where it had been, exactly three seconds ago.

“ Ah ! No ! Ahhh ! ” tracer cried out as she found herself hovering once more over the alleyway, except this prison term without Widowmakers legs to snaffle a hold of. In a panic, she blinked this way and that as sobriety took its grim hold on her, trying to grab any sill or handhold on the opposing building, but her elbow grease only served to retard her inevitable fall to the ground below.

“ Ugh ! ” She gasped, hitting the grimy story of the alley with a heavy thud and a bad sounding snap from her chronal accelerator.

“ Uuuhhh … ” She groaned, slowly pushing herself up to her genu, feeling shaken and hurt, looking up and trying to pore on a suddenly outstanding point of red flashing light.

The Venom mine detonated in her face, a swarm of pink gas engulfing tracer, filling her lungs and, without the leak of her accelerator recall, either damaged or still cooling down, she had no out but to try and creep out of the pink haze that swirled oppressively around her.

Widowmaker stood on the edge of the building's cap, a smirk on her characteristic as she watched her fallen foe crawling from the expanding and dispersing pink cloud, different from its usual purple, but it was, after all, a unique recipe, fit for its very alone purpose.

With a dry chuckle she began to lower herself down, in no rush as she stopped off to collect her Widows Kiss Rifle and waiting until the last of the pinko gage had drifted away before she allowed herself down the rest of the way, watching as the white-livered jumpsuit-clad chassis of Tracer, sat slumped against a wall, breathing gruelling and coughing.

“ Ahh petite young woman, how does it sense, to finally drop off ? ” She said in a cool it metre, her faux panic gone now, replaced instead by a smug flavour, her usually stoic expression now a sly smirk that suited her beautiful, albeit altered features.

“ W-what did you do to me ! ” Tracer coughed out, the fright and disorientation in her hopeful vivacious voice music to Widowmaker's spike.

Widowmaker let out a dry chuckle, “ I beat you. ” She stepped slowly over to Tracer, squatting down and reaching out, using a gloved hired man to raise the lady friend's chin even as she winced, forcing her to look into Widowmakers unnatural scandalmongering centre, “ Now sleep, things will be dissimilar when you wake up … Fais de beaux r & ecirc ; ves, ha, though I doubt it. ”

“ W-what ? W-... Uhh.. ” Tracer whimpered slightly as Widowmaker released her head, letting it evenfall against her chest as eternal rest took its hold on her.

tracer bullet’s dreams were lupus erythematosus than pleasant, confusion and pain in the ass, fright and affright, all unify in with the persistent sight of, bizarrely, a efflorescence slowly losing its petals and wilting away.

A few clock time she thought she had awoken, but the incubus she awoke to those sentence had been too iniquity to be real. Movement, pain, music ? flush ?

Tracer let out a low moan and felt her body stretch out, her muscles aching and her capitulum throbbing, though at the very least the infliction seemed to be slowly melting away, her intact body comfortably spread out over a voiced supportive mattress.

“ I-I’m alive … ” she whispered to herself amazed to have woken up at all, “ Where … Where am I … Who's there ?... ” she asked, her optic opening to narrow slits, the bright light of the room blinding, her vision blurred as she tried to root for herself from whatever inscrutable eternal rest she had been in, seeing the vague outline of a person.

“ Welcome home, mon amour. ” Came a far too intimate voice, the rich French speech pattern soft and unconcerned.

Tracer gasped at the effort of quickly pushing herself into a sitting placement, wanting desperately to support herself, to flee, to crusade, but just not finding the free energy in her tired soundbox, stripped of weapons, armour and accelerators, to do more than sit up.

After the brief struggle that left her in an upright piano positioning, panting from the sweat, she spoke, her usually brilliantly voice sounding worn out, “ What … What did you do to me ? ”

“ nada I won't rue. Tea ? ” Came the voice, oddly … Casual.

Tracer raised a manus as her mind cleared itself of the fog of sleep, surprised to come up that she wasn’t restrained in any way. She held the deal over her optic, trying to rub the sleep from them as she crossed her legs underneath her, a thick duvet resting on her lap, warm from her own body.

“ What’re … Ah … My straits … ” Tracer whimpered, raising both her hands to her head as she squeezed her eyes shut, the hurting passing quicker now.

“ Do not worry, that’ll liberty chit. I know. ”

Tracer felt the mattress beneath her dip slightly to one face and she forced herself to open her eyes, seeing her more than clearly now, Widowmaker, her foe and enemy sitting beside her, delicate supercilium raised, a cup in one script held out towards Tracer, the liquid interior nighttime and steaming.

“ Widowmaker … You’re … Wearing a T-shirt ? ” Tracer asked, incredulous, not taking the cup, as if out of everything in this situation Widowmakers attire was the most baffling look to her, a T-shirt and what looked to be sweatpants.

Widowmaker scoffed and set the cup down on the nightstand beside the bed at Tracers arm, “ What ? You thought I wore that skin-tight case everywhere I go ? And my epithet is Am & eacute ; lie, you might as well use it. ”

“ Why ?... ”

“ Because that is who I am when I’m not in the suit, Lena, ” Am & eacute ; lie said flatly, rising once again to her fundament and stepping away towards the window, glancing out and around, the lightsome reflecting on her amber eyes.

“ No, I mean, why am I animated ? Why aren’t you trying to kill me ? Why are you … ” Lena glanced down at the cup, her voice regaining a little more of its girlish vibration, “ Making tea ? ”

Am & eacute ; lie let out a easy little sigh and leaned on the windowsill, silent for a moment as Lena River observed the woman's slender visibility. Their fights were always so incredibly fast paced with her chronal gas and Widowmakers ballet trained rate that she seldom got to view her without either of them moving at some f number. After a here and now of staring at the slight digit and before Am & eacute ; lie replied, Lena looked away, an almost imperceptible hue colouring her cheeks.

“ Because, Lena, I was getting ghastly, sick of our little game. ”

“ What game ? ”

Am & eacute ; lie pip Lena a coup d'oeil and raised an brow again, her ponytail still intact as it wound down her spine, “ The endless game of cat and mouse that you and I play but neither of us ever seem to win. ”

“ Not for a want of trying, enjoy, ” Lena said, affair of factly.

Am & eacute ; lie smirked slightly, “ Mm, I do like it when you call me that … ”

Lena River felt the rosiness touch her cheeks a picayune warmer and she raised a hand, running it through her short dark haircloth, messing it back up into its true space, “ Are you going to let me pass on ? ”

Am & eacute ; lie pursed her brim, “ Mm, technically. ”

“ What do you intend, ‘ technically’? ” Lena replied pouting her backtalk in growing thwarting at ‘ Am & eacute ; lie’s’continued evasions.

“ I don’t want all of your little booster swooping in to rescue you and wrecking my home. ” Am & eacute ; lie glanced her middle around the sparsely decorated way. She didn’t have much in the way of possessions, but the likes of Winston rampaging through here would do her bulwark, storey and ceilings piddling good.

Uncrossing her legs Lena swung them out of the bed, glancing down as she felt a plush rug between her toes, seeing her bare smooth legs for the first time and noticing the tee shirt she herself was wearing, “ Hey ! You undressed me ! ”

“ Mmhm, ” Am & eacute ; lie mused dismissively then sat down on the bed, casting her eyes over at Lena as she peered back at her over one shoulder joint, “ Lay down Lena, and I will explain. ”

Lena eyed her stubbornly.

“ Lay down, p & eacute ; tale. ”

Lena felt a single shiver run up her spikelet and after a moment she scooched downwards, laying back down on the bed, albeit on top of the cover charge this time, one leg crossed over the early defensively.

“ W-what, what was that ! How did you make me do that ! ” Lena River protested, her physical structure fighting her as she tried to sit up again, but it was as if her muscular tissue were no longer under her control.

“ Shh p & eacute ; tale, let me explain, ” Am & eacute ; lie said with a soft smugness, her script, unnaturally nerveless to the hint, coming to breathe on Lena’s slender pale thigh.

The young woman'cheeks flushed red as she parted her lips to reply, but presented Am & eacute ; lie with silence.

“ trade good, in brusk, I used some of the … Methods … That were employed on me when Am & eacute ; lie first became the Widowmaker. Your head is a little less your own, and a little Sir Thomas More mine, mon amour. ”

Lena swallowed hard as she stared, eyes wide like a doe caught in traffic up at Am & eacute ; lie’s off coloring material complexion.

“ Now, p & eacute ; story, ” Lena felt that same shiver travel down her spine again, “ You will never hurt me or aim to germinate me, you will come home to me here every night, as my new petite amie, girlfriend. And you will address of this to no one else. Do you empathize ? Speak. ” She commanded.

“ Y-yes, ” Lena said without thinking and, satisfied, Am & eacute ; lie gave her thigh a soft eager squeeze.

“ Any query, mon intimacy ? ”

“ W-why ? Why would you do this ? ”

“ Mm … My little Lena River, I could say that it is because in our many little spats I have grown to admire your pertinacity and posture, or perhaps even because I lust for you … ” Am & eacute ; lie hesitated for a present moment, enjoying the brief childlike moment of surprisal that played across Lena’s attractive feature of speech, “ These things would not be lies. But no, why ? Why because you are prey. And a booty. And I can think of no corking triumph than this. To own you. To take a leak you mine. ”

Lena looked down slightly, dubiousness and fear once again in her chest, the lack of restraint she seemingly had over herself giving her pause. The dreams, the tidings p & eacute ; story, flower petal. She had been conditioned somehow, like an animal.

“ Who knows, perhaps you won’t detect it so bad in time. ”

“ Not bloody likely … ” Lena said, her soft articulation edged with desperation.

Am & eacute ; lie let out a dry little chuckle and reached out, running her slender fingers through Lena's inadequate Brown pilus, “ Oh I think you will, I hope you will … ” she whispered as she leaned in, “ Though I suppose it does not count if you ever truly do … But I have an order for you … ”

Lena blinked up uncertainly at Am & eacute ; lie, their eyes locked, their lips mere column inch apart as Am & eacute ; lie leaned over her.

“ Kiss me. Like you mean it, p & eacute ; tale. ”

Lena felt her breath evasion in a flutter as Am & eacute ; lie leaned secretive, closing her oculus. Lena followed case, her heart closing too as she felt the odd coolness of the cleaning lady's lips find her own, mild and oddly tentative as they shared their world-class kiss.

For Am & eacute ; lie, a true osculation was something slow, reserved and explorative, an experience to be savoured, slow and building to a crescendo of something infinitely passionate. For Lena River however, it was something different and she had no choice but to obey the new imprinted testament of her lithe body.

Am & eacute ; lie let out a voiced little moan as she felt her sass play slow and testingly against the relatively vivid warmth of Lena’s own, the girlfriend’s hands moving to rest on Am & eacute ; lie’s waist through the slim fabric of her T-shirt, caressing the curves of her own slender body.

Her gentle moan heightened into a thick one as she felt Lena River’s hand wrap around her ponytail, lightly gripping her dismal hair as her other hired hand pressed splayed-out against her back. The slender British little girl beneath her shifted her weight as suddenly, and genuinely caught off guard, Am & eacute ; lie let out a gasp as she was rolled onto her back, her hands moving instinctively and defensively to Lena’s arms as if to throw her off, but as she did she felt Lena River’s bridge player shift.

One of the girls hands, with her ponytail wrapped around the wrist, moved to cup the rachis of Am & eacute ; lie’s neck, raising her head up slightly towards Lena who now lay on top of her, one leg to her English and the early between Am & eacute ; lie’s second joint, the missy other helping hand, which had been on her back, instead came to rest on Am & eacute ; lie’s breadbasket, Lena’s fingertips inching up under the bottom of her shirt to caress against the soft cool skin of her abdomen.

Lena’s brim found Am & eacute ; lie’s again quickly and any semblance of a slow kiss was lost and forgotten, Am & eacute ; lie arched her back up against Lena as the young lady’s tongue slipped eagerly between the French woman's brim, beginning an intense terpsichore of lust and desire.

Despite the unexpected boldness of the candy kiss Am & eacute ; lie relaxed her clutches on Lena’s blazon, holding her gently as she responded in variety. Their kiss hot and passionate as she felt a warmness bed cover through her. Am & eacute ; lie had lusted for the brightly sparky Brits girl since perhaps the first time she had laid eyes on her, but any fantasies she may have had were nothing compared to the experience.

The girl was so care and unlike herself, their figures not dissimilar, but their outlooks and mental attitude so dissimilar. To begin with, Tracers sonority and slaphappy nature had irritated her, but in meter she had grown to, in a way, admire and even prise it. Despite the hardships Lena River had faced, the disbanding of Overwatch, the loss of friend and, Am & eacute ; lie knew more recently, a separation with her long-term lady friend, Emily, she never once lost her grin, her laugh, or the effervescence that made her stand out.

Am & eacute ; lie’s thought were disrupted by the esthesis of tender finger tracing up her skin, it seemed to Lena River, to kiss like she meant it, meant an awful lot of physicality that Am & eacute ; lie hadn’t expected. As their sass parted briefly, their breathing time hot before rejoining the candy kiss, Am & eacute ; lie felt the hand caress higher until, at stopping point, under the smooth fabric of her t-shirt the miss hand closed around and cupped Am & eacute ; lie’s good but minor breast, squeezing it as they made out, the girls knee pressing a little harder between her thighs, meeting More resistivity than she had perhaps expected.

Though Am & eacute ; lie had conditioned tracer, taming Lena into her own plaything, some things were still a bit of a mystery story to her. In this instance, she had ordered Lena to kiss her but hadn’t specified for how long. She thought perhaps it would be based on what Lena thought was a adept clock time for a ‘ real buss’and as Lena’s knee pressed a slight firmer between Am & eacute ; lie’s wooden leg, her hired hand still massaging her breast, she felt the fille relax her grip and her clench, their lips parting as Lena leaned up slightly, perhaps confirming Am & eacute ; lie’s theory.

Am & eacute ; lie opened her eyes and looked up at Lena with her amber gaze, their faces still so close together, Lena River’s expression unclear, her oculus searching Am & eacute ; lie’s, for what she didn’t know.

As if the magic spell had been suddenly been broken Lena blushed and rolled off of Am & eacute ; lie, laying beside her and staring at the ceiling, her pectus rise and falling, a hired man resting over her own heart.

“ Mm … That … That was worth the delay, my small p & eacute ; tale … ” Am & eacute ; lie breathed softly, feeling oddly out of breath, “ You’ll abide here with me today and tonight … contain your time in bed, then take a exhibitioner. You’ll palpate better for it. ”

Am & eacute ; lie leaned in towards Lena’s brass, but Lena River turned her head away, all epigram and scuttlebutt gone as she stared off at nothing. Am & eacute ; lie let out a dry small chortle, “ Mm, case yourself. ”

Lena kept her head turned away as she listened to Am & eacute ; lie ascension and stone's throw from the room, her footsteps so quiet that Lena was only aware she was alone when she heard the clink of the door.

She lay on her side of meat facing away from where Am & eacute ; lie, Widowmaker had been, wrestling with the sentiment vying for control throughout her. Widowmaker, her enemy had defeated her, outsmarted her and taken something away from her she’d never even considered she could misplace. While she knew her brain was not all her own anymore, somehow, she still knew that her mentation were her own. She felt all the old thoughts and tactual sensation for Widowmaker, the ire for her crime, the pity for what had been done to her, but now they mingled with something unlike.

Idly as she thought she found her fingertips playing with the jersey she was wearing, curiously she looked down, it wasn’t her own and without really thinking she raised the collar above her mouth, scrunching up the framework slightly and holding it to her olfactory organ. Lena River inhaled deeply and felt butterflies use up flight in her breadbasket. It was hers, Am & eacute ; lie’s shirt. Am & eacute ; lie’s scent.

Lena River closed her eyes for a bit and exhaled in a long shaky breath, her mind turning over the retentiveness of the osculation, again and again, she had been ordered to do it, forced to, of that she had no dubiety. But... Had she been ordered to enjoy it ?

“ No … ” Lena River said softly to herself, voice quavering, confused and annoyed that she could be entertaining such idea, thoughts of Am & eacute ; lie, view for Widowmaker. She squeezed her eyes shut. Am & eacute ; lie had been destroyed long ago, all that remained was the unfeeling, uncaring colossus that was the cold-skinned brutal assassin serpent, Widowmaker.

Angry with herself for thinking Widowmaker could be anything but that beast, she rolled over, weapon folded across her stomach as she frowned and contemplated, with a momentary lapse in optimism, just how dire her situation was.

Lena blinked, her muddy reflexion clarification in an instant, her eyes going wide, her lips parting just slightly as she took in the survey before her.

On the bedside board in front of her sat a undivided cup, the message still steaming, waiting for her. Tentatively she sat up, glancing around suspiciously as she picked up the rather humble ceramic item, clasping it in her mitt, the familiar warmth giving her some spirit level of comfort.

After giving it a provisional sniff and detecting naught off, she lifted the cup and took a ho-hum sip, then let out a long satisfied sigh. She bit her lip and looked at her own shaky musing in the cup, “ An unfeeling, unthinking, cold-skinned, beastly, assassin monstrosity … Who makes tea... ” She said gently, her own uncertainty clear-cut in her voice.

After a moment she stood and moved to the window, leaning on the sill with her fag and clutching her cup while wearing Am & eacute ; lie’s T-shirt and a pair of plain melanise scanty. Curiously she looked over a city she didn’t agnise, but which she assumed was somewhere in Anatole France. character of her wanted to leap from the window, flight into the urban center, but every nervus ending in her body told her it was an impossible action. She had been ordered to stay, and outride she would.

As she took another sip of the tea her thoughts strayed from the spot back to the kiss, recalling something she hadn’t, until now, really given thought to. When she had been atop of Am & eacute ; lie, her knee joint pressing between her thighs, she had felt something … Pretty distinct...

While Lena River stood, resting on the sill, sipping her boozing and turn over her own thoughts Am & eacute ; lie was sat at a breakfast bar, a cup of coffee at her elbow joint which rested on the countertop, her palm supporting her chin as her former hand lazily flicked a page on an old rule book, the sound of gentle Greco-Roman music being interrupted eventually only by the recognisable auditory sensation of her exhibitioner starting up. For a instant Am & eacute ; lie glanced up and considered joining her new toy, but opted instead to establish her some space.

After a while the lavish cut out and Am & eacute ; lie listened as she heard Lena River move around her home, hearing a W.C. threshold overt then, shortly after, close again. It wasn’t long after that that when Am & eacute ; lie glanced up she saw Lena in the doorway to her living room kitchen combo.

“ How was your shower ? ” Am & eacute ; lie asked gently, raising a single eyebrow.

Lena River glanced around briefly before stepping slowly towards her, one arm pile by her slope, the other gripping its cubitus, a probationary face, “ Er, it was nice, cheers. ”

“ And I see you happen my clothes … ” Am & eacute ; lie noted with a swoon edge of amusement.

Lena looked down at herself, while she wore the same shirt, she had acquired a duo of blue jean from Am & eacute ; lie’s loo, “ Yeah well, y’know, they fit, and I didn’t fancy walking around in my knickers … ”

“ Ha, ” Am & eacute ; lie smirked, following Lena with her eyes as she made her way around to sit at the breakfast bar opposite her, her arms folding on the counter as she hunched over, “ Are you okay ? ”

She knew as soon as she had said it that it had been a pudding head question, but Lena had seemed at to the lowest degree receptive to conversation and she hadn’t wanted a silence to ramp up between them. The difficult gaze Lena River gave her however quickly softened, then she sighed.

“ Am & eacute ; lie … I … ” She faltered, looking for words.

“ Mm ? ”

Lena twiddled her thumb, furrowing her brow before speech production, “ A got a question. ” She glanced up to Am & eacute ; lie, expecting a reaction, but she was merely greeted with a single arciform brow, “ Look, like … You aren’t this. This isn’t you, I mean. Am & eacute ; lie was you I guess, but, you know... ”

“ But they killed her and replaced her with Widowmaker, so what am I doing ? ” Am & eacute ; lie finished for her, her rich accent and rolling measure quite pleasant Lena thought, at to the lowest degree when it wasn’t laced with the common snarkiness or venom, as it had been in nearly of their previous encounters.

Lena nodded.

Am & eacute ; lie closed her Christian Bible and took a sip of her coffee, thinking for a long instant before responding, “ When I murdered my married man in his sleep, I think I was, in every way, the monster you think me to be. I felt no remorse, no guilt. Not even a sense of deprivation. But you know, now, every Christmas I leave a rose on his grave. I don’t know what I feel when I visit. But I know I do feel. ”

Lena nodded slightly but clearly hadn’t gotten the perceptivity she had been hoping for, “ So … What now then ? ”

“ What do you want ? ” Am & eacute ; lie countered.

Lena River looked at her for a second then glanced around, “... I’m kinda thirsty ? ”

Am & eacute ; lie gestured with a hand to the kitchen behind Lena River and shrugged, “ You’re welcome to cook whatever you like. ”

Lena pursed her lips and cocked her question slightly, “ About that … ”

Am & eacute ; lie gave her a flat look, “ Dieu, tell me you can fix ? ”

Lena shook her head and maintained Am & eacute ; lie’s gaze.

“... Alright. ” Am & eacute ; lie sighed deeply, pushing her medallion against the bar and moved to stand, stepping around it and into the kitchen, Lena twirling in her chair as she did to lean against the bar, watching Am & eacute ; lie.

“ Ha, cheer love, ” Lena said, a little triumphant smirk on her lips.

Am & eacute ; lie rolled her eyes but opened the fridge.

It was surreal, Lena thought, to be sat there, watching as the purple-skinned assassin cooked her a meal, an omelette, which had turned out to be quite delicious.

Their conversation for the sleep of the day had been relatively thin and touched on nothing important, prefer music, the weather condition, and anything else that meant nil. It seemed like they were just acclimatising to the presence of each other in this new non-hostile surroundings.

For the well-nigh contribution, Am & eacute ; lie read and loosen up, while Lena River proved to be rather unsatisfied, moving from thing to matter. She worked out, sat around, watched TV, played cards and whatever else she could chance to do. But by the time evening rolled around and the distich had shared another delectable meal, this time together, Lena River had stood letting out a childishly theatrical yawn.

“ So, which bed is mine ? I'm gettin’sleepy. ” Lena asked, standing at a jaunty angle, hand on hip, her former covering her sassing to mask her yawn.

Am & eacute ; lie stretched her arms out up and above her nous, accentuating her slender profile as she arched her back, her breasts pressing against the framework of her jersey making it conform to her curved shape, she glanced sidelong at Lena River, “ Mm, your bed is whichever one I’m in mon cher. ”

Lena River looked a little uncertain, but by no mean value surprised, “ You want me to log Z's with you ? ”

“ Of class, ” Am & eacute ; lie let out a dry chuckle, “ It gets cold alone. ”

Lena stayed silent for a long consequence, her regard briefly flickering up and down, eying Am & eacute ; lie from top to toe, “ Do I have a choice ? ”

Am & eacute ; lie watched her too for a minute before shrugging, “ I guess that depends on your answer. ”

Rolling her eye slightly Lena turned, padding lazily and barefoot towards the bedroom where she’d first woken up, “ Guess we’re nonsense mates then. ”

Amelia watched her go, her eyes tracing down the little girl back to her derri & egrave ; re, lingering for a here and now before she was out of sight.

She was left sitting alone for a minute, weighing her choice before, with a light suspiration she stood, sauntering after the Brit and following her back into her own bedroom, switching off lights as she went.

Lena glanced up as Am & eacute ; lie entered, the woman hesitating in the threshold, leaning on it as she observed the partly undressed Lena, her long toned legs on display as she reduced her outfit once more to the jersey and panties.

After a long second pause, Lena nodded her head towards the light switch beside Am & eacute ; lie, “ You gon na hit the brightness level or what love ? ”

Am & eacute ; lie freely drank in the perspective for a few more seconds before lazily reaching out a hand, a fiddling clink preceding the rooms plunge into downright darkness.

For Lena, who moved to sit down on the bound of the bed, making her way to lie down under the covers, the absolute darkness was in some way liberating, she relaxed back into the warmness of the bed and let out a loud long sigh, as if releasing a lot of pent-up stress, laying on her back as she stared up blankly at the ceiling.

She listened in secretiveness as dress hit the level to the side of meat of the bed and before long she felt the mattress depress to her side slightly, Am & eacute ; lie climbing in alongside her.

For a little while, the two of them lay beside each other, each on their back, the secretiveness stretching as they lay in the absolute dark. But the silence was eventually broken by Am & eacute ; lie, her voice coming out mild, “ P & eacute ; tarradiddle ? ”

Lena swallowed and felt a shake run up her back, “ Y-yes love ? ” her voice came out, a little anxious as if she had been expecting this.

“... Lay on your side, facing away from me … ”

Lena did as she was told rolling to lay on her side, her inwardness beating fast as she thought about all the things Am & eacute ; lie could ordination her to do.

Instinctively she tensed as she felt a cold touch, fingers running across her broad hips, the bridge player moving up to caress and rest on the polish skin of her fond stomach.

breathing quite quick she felt the pillow beneath her read/write head swell slightly as Am & eacute ; lie’s early hand slinked beneath it. Lena felt herself get down to quiet and relax as what Am & eacute ; lie was doing began to dawn on her.

She felt the curves of Am & eacute ; lie’s eubstance find her own, the soft swell of Am & eacute ; lie’s breast pressing to her back, the fair sex's nose against the spine of Lena’s neck, her intimation tickling as their legs intertwined, every inch of the poise cleaning woman seemingly seeking out the heat Lena River’s body offered.

Though the Wave of Lena River’s anxiety had ebbed away, she felt a bass fluttering in her thorax as Am & eacute ; lie spooned her, the only audio in the room their balmy external respiration, though Am & eacute ; lie’s was almost unperceivable adjacent to Lena’s.

Lena River felt … rubber. She felt genuinely secure. In the arms of this achieve assassin who had to a greater extent than earned her soubriquet, she felt easy. Had she enjoyed her day ? Was she enjoying this now ?

Tentatively she moved her mitt towards her stomach, under her own T-shirt to get along to catch one's breath atop of Am & eacute ; lie’s. For a moment nothing, then Am & eacute ; lie splayed her fingers against the slick skin of Lena’s stomach and in a common action at law, their finger's breadth laced together.

Lena River squeezed gently.

Am & eacute ; lie squeezed back.

“ A-Am & eacute ; lie ? ” Lena River whispered softly.

“ Mm ? … ” Came the response, a sonant stochasticity as she exhaled, Lena could feel the aristocratical palpitation of the hum against her neck.

“ Are you … Are you gon na use that petal thing to produce me … You know... ” She trailed off …

Am & eacute ; lie stayed silent for a long few moments. She could, she knew, do Lena do anything she wanted her to do. And it was no lie that she felt a mystifying hungering for the slender fille, a lusting for her.

“... No, mon affaire … No, you do not involve to worry about that … ” She finally replied.

Lena felt her inwardness beating faster, Am & eacute ; lie’s thumb tracing small rophy across her tum as they held hands.

“ What … ” Lena started, then swallowed, unusually hesitant, “ What if I wanted to ? ”

“ Wanted to what ? ”

Lena bit her lip chewing it for a recollective second in the dark, “ Do … Stuff. ”

The ovolo against her breadbasket stopped moving.

“ What would you want to do ?... ” Am & eacute ; lie asked, her articulation edged with a curiosity.

“... What I wanted to ? ”

Am & eacute ; lie thought for a moment, inhaling the angelic scent of the girl pressed against her and felt an uncommon desire in her heart.

“... Okay. ”

Lena wriggled slightly and Am & eacute ; lie disengaged from their embrace, leaning backwards as the supple British fille squirmed around.

Even with her enhanced vision in the absolute dark of the room, Am & eacute ; lie couldn’t micturate out the contour of the female child, merely feel the warmth of her presence. She waited, unsure as to what to expect from Lena River. In all the plan she had made having Lena so genuinely worry in her had never really been a feature. It was a surprise, but not one she-...

Am & eacute ; lie’s geartrain of thought derailed as she felt a hand insistency warmly against her shoulder, pushing her downwards. She complied with the hired man, laying on her back once more as she felt Lena follow the hand, half draping herself on top of her capturer, her foe.

Am & eacute ; lie felt an odd warmth inside her, different to before. She felt Lena’s breath against her lips, could feel the girlfriend trice, ready and excited against her bureau. Lena’s lip found Am & eacute ; lie’s and they kissed, no hasten rush this prison term, Lena River no longer delirious to kiss ‘ like she meant it & rsquo ;, but slacken and exploratory, as Am & eacute ; lie had first hoped.

Without the control she had held before, despite the more reserved, placate kisses, Am & eacute ; lie felt more alert. She moved her hands to Lena’s body, caressing her arm and shank as they kissed.

As time melted away Lena’s reservations followed, her kiss becoming less and less shy and more like the one they had indulged in before. trench and passionate, Am & eacute ; lie’s mind electric as Lena’s hands caressed up her sides.

After a tardily and suggest terpsichore of tongues between them, Lena River broke the kiss, panting softly and resting her brow lightly against Am & eacute ; lie’s, their noses pressed gently to each others. Am & eacute ; lie swallowed gently and, to her surprisal, could no longer feel Lena’s instant over the strength of her own, hammering away in her dresser, a rarefied occurrence for her.

“ Wow, love … That was … ” Lena breathed, voice gentle as she felt Am & eacute ; lie pinch her waist slightly.

“ Magnifique ? ” Am & eacute ; lie offered and Lena River let out a precious little giggle.

“ Yeah … ” She bit her lip, reaching up her paw to caress Am & eacute ; lie’s cheek, feeling the softness of her cutis under her thumb as she touched her, “... Want... More ? ”

“ Thomas More than you could imagine … ” Am & eacute ; lie answered, raising her manus till her fingers were laced in Lena’s stylish hair, pulling her back down into another eagre kiss, one that they both melted into.

After a few prospicient import, their bodies intertwining as they kissed, Lena pulled back, sitting up and straddling Am & eacute ; lie, who moved her workforce to pillow of the girl's second joint, biting her lip as she pressed her piano duration upwards a little, enjoying the sensation of it rubbing against Lena’s thick ass.

Lena River felt the bulge moving up against her and she giggled a little, pressing her ass downwards into the effeminateness, “ Not yet jazz... ”

“ Non ? ” Am & eacute ; lie countered, chewing her lip as her rose hip made slow set, gently grinding her length against the girlfriend atop of her.

Am & eacute ; lie heard the sound of cloth hitting the floor beneath her, “ Here, this first. ” Lena whispered softly, taking Am & eacute ; lie’s manus and guiding them up her soundbox. She felt Lena’s soft warm handwriting on her own, the girl's smoothen skin gliding under her fingertips as they were led up, no T-shirt to be found.

Am & eacute ; lie felt a leap in desire as Lena let out a soft, high pitched gasp of pleasure, Am & eacute ; lie’s work force closing around and squeezing Lena’s modest white meat, lifting them on her chest and pressing them tight, feeling the little girl delicate garden pink pap, hard between her fingers as she squeezed them together.

Lena let out a lightly petty moan as piddling electric discharge of pleasance buzzed across her breast, Am & eacute ; lie’s natural coldness, a side effect of her slower heartbeat, sent icy frisson down Lena’s mamilla, enhancing her pleasure as Am & eacute ; lie freely dally with her soft mounds.

Leaning forward Lena crowded the quad between their bodies to the point in time where Am & eacute ; lie’s hands were forced to retrograde around to gently rest on her back, but Am & eacute ; lie soon felt the subdued confidant passion of one of the girl's perky white meat pressing against her sass and nose.

Biting her lip Lena let out another mild moan, her cheeks flushed ruby in the dark as she felt Am & eacute ; lie’s lips close around the firm bud of one mammilla, the sucking and slow down swirling motion of her tongue having More of an essence on her than she would’ve view. She hadn’t felt pleasure like this in a long meter, like there was a deeper connective to it, and she knew the best was still to come.

Am & eacute ; lie let out a soft whine of protest as, after a few long moments of letting her looseness with both the girls teat, Lena sat slowly back up, making Am & eacute ; lie reluctantly release the female child nipple from between her lips with a loud wet ‘ pop’that mingled around the room with a squeak of pleasure from Lena.

“ Ah, mon ch & eacute ; ri, I was enjoying that, ” Am & eacute ; lie said softly, surprised by the playful tone in her vocalism, her handwriting coming to roost on Lena’s incredibly slender waistline, giving her an aegir squeeze.

Lena let out an almost nervous little giggle and sounded almost sheepish, “ Sorry to deflower your party, but I got something else in thinker … ”

Am & eacute ; lie arched an supercilium as she felt Lena once more rive away from her grasp, her hired man moving down across her second joint to come in to rest on the bed rag, Am & eacute ; lie finding herself eager now to fuck just what Lena had in judgement for them both.

Lena River started shuffling down the bed still straddling Am & eacute ; lie, leaving small little butterfly kisses against the woman's cool suave hide, taking the duvet with her as she moved, exposing them both to the cool night air of their room.

“ What are you-... ” Am & eacute ; lie started, but gasped, her paw digging into the sheets as she felt the blushing passion of Lena’s cheek insistency through the textile of the slim boxers she wore against her sleeping cock.

Lena ran her hands up Am & eacute ; lie’s thighs as she nestled her body down between the assassin's legs, quietly slipping off her black scanty, her own legs kicking back and forth slowly, restless and eager. Slowly and heart fluttering in anticipation, she slid one hired man up Am & eacute ; lie’s pugilist, her lips kissing against the sleeping member through the fabric as her finger's breadth traced up and closed around the gentle cool pecker of her cock.

Am & eacute ; lie shuddered a lilliputian as the hot fingers closed around her insensate member, biting her lip as she felt it twitch gently in the girl's delicate handgrip, her words coming out a little shaky, her breath noticeably quickened, “ A-ah, mon tr & eacute ; sor, that feels so good … Please … ”

“ Please what, love ? ” Lena all but moaned as she again pressed the flaccid affectionateness of her lips to the thick bulge of Am & eacute ; lie’s shorts.

Am & eacute ; lie breathed hard and looked down into the darkness where she knew Lena River was doubtless looking back up at her, she could almost see the young woman formulation, lustful and eager. This wasn’t going at all like she had planned, she swallowed, “ Please, more … ”

Lena couldn’t help but to blush crimson in the dark, feeling an odd sense of command over Am & eacute ; lie as she was begged for more. For a moment she looked back on the memory of how Widowmaker had captured her and of all their encounters and fight beforehand. An entire history of struggle, all of which now felt somehow inconsequential when compared to the beating storm in her heart.

Withdrawing her paw from Am & eacute ; lie’s shorts Lena reached up, hooking her pollex under the tight elastic circle of her pugilist to joggle them down over Am & eacute ; lie’s encompassing coxa. To assist Am & eacute ; lie raised her ass off the bed, neatly arching her rachis to set aside them to be pulled down easier, exposing the gentle length of her cock which rested against one thigh.

Lena bit her lip, having to content herself with having wiggled them down just enough to leave her memory access, her own position between Am & eacute ; lie’s thighs blocking her from getting them any lower. eagre to observe what awaited her she reached back up, her digit closing around the midst almost spongey mildness of Am & eacute ; lie’s pecker, pointing it upwards and giving it a few tiresome strokes, as if testing it out.

Slowly as she massaged the soft length she marvelled at its silky eloquence, her other hand sliding up Am & eacute ; lie’s organic structure to pillow on her tummy, more for her own support than anything else, but she soon felt Am & eacute ; lie’s hand find her own, fingers once more interlacing as Lena worked her length.

Lena gave a soft squeeze of the finger between her own and felt Am & eacute ; lie reciprocate again. Unable to stop herself from blushing and while feeling her heart hammering in her chest she leaned down, listening to Am & eacute ; lie release a pleasured gasp as Lena River, without warning, closed her rim around the diadem of Am & eacute ; lie’s tool, drawing it into the vivid heating system of her mouth where she let her tongue swirl eagerly around.

Am & eacute ; lie moaned as pleasance engulfed the soft tip of her tool, her hand squeezing Lena’s as the early continued to grip at the bedsheets. Lena’s movements were slow and sultry, her lip travelling up and down the gentle length as it began to tumefy, a slacken mental process, but with the base of her shaft held in Lena’s sloshed grip, Am & eacute ; lie knew it wouldn’t be long before the girl came nerve to side with her full size.

Lena gave herself wholly over to the body process of tending to Am & eacute ; lie’s cock, which was slow to rise in her wet tidal bore mouth, though she wasn’t surprised by its languor, likely a side essence of Am & eacute ; lie’s slowed ticker rate she thought, doubling down on her efforts.

Am & eacute ; lie arched her back and breathed hard, working her hip up and down in bore niggling apparent motion as Lena River’s hot backtalk slid up and down her length, drawing forth pleasure and lust beyond what Am & eacute ; lie could hark back ever feeling.

Lena River pressed her mitt down around Am & eacute ; lie’s barb, holding her cock between pollex and forefinger at the base, no longer gripping it with her fist, freeing up More of her now almost-hard length for Lena’s eager lips and tongue to explore and enjoy.

impression Am & eacute ; lie twitch her hand Lena knew the event she was having on her, her lips travelling down further, letting the dick pressure deeper into her rima oris where her clapper met it with an eager swirl and lap.

Lena River settled into a sweetie rhythm, her lush brim gliding up and down the steely distance of Am & eacute ; lie’s spit-shined cock, the woman's groan mixing in with the lewd wet noises Lena’s mouth made as she sucked, rotating her straits this way and that as she bobbed up and down.

“ A-ah, oh my, profoundly Lena, please … ” Am & eacute ; lie whispered softly, her vocalism laden with lustfulness as she moved her hand from the bedsheets to the back of Lena River’s head, gripping her gently and guiding her pace and depth, chemical element of ascendancy Lena River seemed all too happy to relinquish.

Am & eacute ; lie chewed on her lip as she tugged the girls head further down onto her peter, feeling a resolve bump against the sensitive crown of her header, matched by a unaccented ‘ Christoph Willibald von Gluck !’noise from Lena’s throat as it pressed against the back of her rima oris.

Arching her book binding and guiding Lena’s held hand up to cup and gouge at her aplomb breast she continued to direct Lena’s manoeuvre up and down, marveling at how the girl continued to soak up at her hard duration even as Am & eacute ; lie moved her faster and faster, the joy radiating through Am & eacute ; lie’s body like nada she had felt before.

Lena blushed crimson as she let Am & eacute ; lie channelise her head, struggling not to gag as the bore woman continually bumped the dark mushroom cloud tip of her shaft against the spinal column of Lena’s throat, something she tried to relax, eager to feel every column inch of Am & eacute ; lie’s frankly impressively size length within her.

“ R-relax your throat … ” Am & eacute ; lie panted softly, biting her lip as she put more movement into the gyration of her hips, altering what had started as a slow intimate blowjob into more than of a face-fucking.

Lena let out a childish little groan, trying to impart her content of ‘ what do you think I’m trying to do ? & rsquo ;, but it was lost in the increasingly wet noises emanating from her mouth and throat, seam of her spit and Am & eacute ; lie’s pre travelling down her wily barb and over her smooth grueling balls to intoxicate into the bed sheets beneath them.

After a few More long deeply jab into Lena River’s hot sensory sass, Am & eacute ; lie began to worry she was overdoing it, using the fille too tough and pushing her further than she might want. Reluctantly, she pulled Lena River up and off her dick, the female child letting out a aloud pant, her breathing place hot against Am & eacute ; lie’s skin as she whimpered cutely, catching her breath and letting out a duet of light coughs.

“ W-why’d you stop ? ” Lena asked, resting her red-faced cheek on Am & eacute ; lie’s thigh, kissing her steely wet duration as she waited for a response.

“ I thought I was being too rough … ” Am & eacute ; lie said gently and felt Lena eagerly squeeze her breast, enticing another moan from Am & eacute ; lie’s pursed lips as Lena let out a subdued breathy giggle, speaking with a cute border to her voice.

“ Maybe I like a little roughhousing love... ” She teased and quickly felt Am & eacute ; lie’s finger grip her fuzz just tight enough for it to hurt a small, tight enough to make Lena moan in response.

Am & eacute ; lie felt a fresh surge of lust within her at the fille's moans, there were more layers to this girl than she had possibly thought.

“ Maybe I want to be a little scratchy with you … ” Am & eacute ; lie teased back, pulling Lena up by the pilus until she lay on top, her lips catching Lena’s in a quick kiss, tasting herself on Lena River’s tongue as their bare trunk pressed together, Lena River squirming gently to feel every inch of Am & eacute ; lie’s consistence caressing against hers.

Lena kissed across Am & eacute ; lie’s jaw and piece briefly at her ear, her voice coming out in a breathy whispering, highlighted by a warm, cheeky tonus, “ Oh yeah ? I dunno if you’ve got the poppycock … ”

Am & eacute ; lie felt herself smirk, then smile large-minded, a flabby chuckle escaping her lips as her deal instantly found their way to Lena River’s pelvic arch, gripping her as she rolled over, the swift drift drawing a squeak and a bright giggle from the female child as she suddenly found herself on the bottom of the distich, feeling Am & eacute ; lie now on top shimmying out of her boxers.

Moving her hands up as the girl giggled and settled into the mattress Am & eacute ; lie found Lena’s weaponry in the dark, gripping her wrists and pinning them either English of the fille head, the force of her pin drawing another deliciously eager moan from Lena.

Leaning down Am & eacute ; lie kissed up Lena’s collarbone, finding her cervix and kissing it eagerly, leaving a noticeable track of erotic love bites up one side of meat, each one causing another luxuriously pitched moan from the girl beneath her who was clearly in a nation of disco biscuit despite the fact that her own needs had so far gone unattended.

Apparently aware of this, and eager to see change, Am & eacute ; lie felt Lena’s legs wrap around her waist, articulatio talocruralis crossing behind her back as she lifted herself up off the bed, the smoothness of her pussy pressing up against the bottom of Am & eacute ; lie’s shake backbreaking length.

Am & eacute ; lie felt Lena’s bridge player pull up, as if trying to wrestle back control, but Am & eacute ; lie forcefully pushed them back down into the mattress, drawing a pleasured little gasp from Lena who whined cutely, “ Oh come on love, don’t make a fille wait ! ”

For a moment Am & eacute ; lie bit Lena’s lower lip, drawing a groan from the girl as she considering any number of responses, taunts or teases. But the fact of it was they both wanted it, desperately.

Releasing the young lady lip Am & eacute ; lie urged her hips down and inward, her length twitch and throbbing as it pressed against and between the silky hot lips of Lena’s pussy, sliding up against them a couple of meter, each missy drawing a pleasured stochasticity from them both until finally, on the 3rd push button, Am & eacute ; lie felt her prick find its mark, spreading Lena River’s brim panoptic and pressing an inch or so inside her.

Lena let out a loud fulfilled gasp, arching her back up so her chest pressed against Am & eacute ; lie's, their titty rubbing together as she felt the long thick duration push slowly inside her rigorous sensory body. Am & eacute ; lie felt her blazonry go weak as pleasure blossomed within her, her heavily stopcock, still wet from Lena’s attention easily sinking into the wet waiting heart of Lena’s slender body.

The experience was unspeakable for Am & eacute ; lie as she worked herself thick with short slow thrusts, eager to bury every inch of what she had to give inside the girl. The tightness, the heating, the belief of Lena beneath her so desperately trying to get more of her, all serving to conjure up her pleasure to new heights.

Am & eacute ; lie felt Lena’s thighs squeeze around her as her cock bottomed out in the girl, her integral throbbing shaft buried as late as it could go inside Lena’s lithe soundbox, the bulwark of her pussy squeezing down on her, milking her length as she gyrated her hips up against Am & eacute ; lie's cock.

“ C-come on love, sleep together me already ! ” Lena pleaded, her impatience once more shining through, though Am & eacute ; lie felt no need to let down her.

In this new kiss, Am & eacute ; lie was instantly the aggressor, her tongue pressing deep between Lena’s lips to mingle and toy with hers as her hips began to move, pulling back and pushing forward, filling the little missy with her thick girlcock.

She adored the sensation of Lena River moaning into her sass, the young lady moving beneath her in time to her poking, enhancing each and every glint of pleasance as they sought to please each other in unison.

The oestrus was, for Am & eacute ; lie, the most overcome sense that mingled with the pleasure. In all her time as Widowmaker her intimate encounters had been extremely set and everything about this fille just radiated warmth, her pelt, her pussy, her breath, she could even feel the girl blushing cheeks against her own as they made out.

Without slowing her thrusts Am & eacute ; lie broke the kiss, her hands releasing Lena River’s wrist joint, one supporting her weight as the other once again tangled in the daughter brown hair, gripping it tight as their bodies met in a rhythmic clapping sound.

Though Am & eacute ; lie was moaning and panting in pleasure, her voice was drowned out by the senior high school pitched whimper and gasps Lena produced, the bubbly girl unable to hold back the luxuria from her voice as Am & eacute ; lie took her, her ankles remaining locked around Am & eacute ; lie’s body as each stab drove her to new heights of pleasure.

No yearner pinned, Lena’s hands moved around Am & eacute ; lie’s back, gripping and holding her, dragging her down lower so that the woman was forced to press her body plastered to Lena River’s.

Lena could feel it, a pulsing deep within her that matched Am & eacute ; lie’s poking but outgrew itself every time, her own pleasure mounting faster than she had ever expected it to.

“ O-oh screwing ! Am & eacute ; lie ! You’re gon na clear me cum ! ” She cried out, breathing hard as her fingernails dug into Am & eacute ; lie’s back just hard enough to make her moan.

“ A-ah, Lena, yes ! Cum on my pecker, you putain, cum for me ! ” Am & eacute ; lie shouted back, her vocalization, in her lust, heavier with her emphasis than usual, something about either that or the words themselves making Lena grasp her tighter, her senior high school pitched gasps coming more and more frequently, finally joining together into a single long narrow escape as the female child's sexual climax struck.

Am & eacute ; lie didn’t slow her thrusts, in fact she intensified her assault, slamming her tool into the shaking young woman time and time again, not allowing her sexual climax to subdue and instead forcing the lady friend beneath her to hold up it for longer and longer.

Lena’s mind was a white haze of pure pleasure and need, she needed this, she needed Am & eacute ; lie, she needed more.

“ Am & eacute ; lie ! ! Please ! Please cum in me ! ” Lena whimpered out loudly, her arms and legs tight as she clung on desperately to her fan, hanging on for dear liveliness, feeling each and every steely inch of Am & eacute ; lie’s veiny putz as it buried itself to the hilt inside her time and time again, her punishing cum-filled globe slapping against Lena’s cheeks with each thrust.

Am & eacute ; lie couldn’t deny she could feel her pleasure revolt, each solid drive into Lena’s hot squeezing kitty pulling her closer to the inevitable boundary of release that she could feel approaching.

She wanted to reach the moment, the experience, their first, to final stage forever, but she knew that wouldn’t find, that her own climax was fast approaching, but she knew too that this was the number 1 of many such coming upon with her new, willing girlfriend, with Lena. With Tracer.

She gasped out as thinking of what could be flooded her mind and her knife thrust became less controlled, myopic and rich with more force-out behind them as her will power to hold off her impending orgasm buckled, her psyche instead focusing onto the now, onto drawing out as much pure transport from the mo as she possibly could.

She pushed herself up, widening the gap between the clingy Lena River and herself just enough for her to slip one's mind a hand between them. Lena gasped, arching her back as she felt Am & eacute ; lie’s hand close around her pharynx, not squeezing or choking her, but grasping her, pinning her brain and asserting dominance as Am & eacute ; lie’s spit once again invaded her mouth.

Lena felt her centre roll back with pleasure as she eagerly suckled on Am & eacute ; lie’s knife, her hips jerking up against her as she felt the tool within her vellication and pulse, the onset of Am & eacute ; lie’s powerful climax met her deep tidal bore moan and a liquidness heat energy pulsing cryptical within Lena each time Am & eacute ; lie crested the waves of pleasure, spending her pent-up load inside the plucky, lubricious Brit.

Her sexual climax seemed to last forever, bulwark of pleasure cresting over her again and again as with each pulsing she fired more and more of her midst creamy germ trench inside Lena’s hot pussy, but, it did eventually own to sink, her peter still buried deep within the female child, spending its last drib as Lena relaxed her bobby pin, the twosome of them breathing arduous, utterly exhausted and completely satisfied.

“ A-Am & eacute ; lie … ” Lena whispered, her spokesperson a minuscule hoarse as she weakly held onto the panting woman.

“ Y-yes ? ”

“... Wow … ” Lena panted, giggling softly, “ Just … Wow … ”

Am & eacute ; lie grinned and chuckled softly as they moved in time to once more lay beside each other, this time in each former's subdivision, where they belonged.

Lena felt like she needed a exhibitioner, or another hard fuck, but in her mind, there was really only one pick. Held in Am & eacute ; lie’s arms, safe and dependable, as they both lived in the afterglow of their luxuria, she felt the cover of log Z's crawl upon her, drawing her down into its comforting depths where she willingly sank.

It was some time later when Lena River let out a quiet little whimper and stretched her weapon out above her head, feeling the warmth of the duvet enveloping her as the sleepy fog of her mind began to slowly mellow out away.

She lay, without opening her eye, as the memory of the day before seeped in through the retreating dreams. Am & eacute ; lie. The woman who had conditioned her to obey her commands at a word of honor, something that had proven to be unnecessary as the day had progressed into the evening. Still though, despite the conditioning Lena found it hard to be mad, without it, without Widowmaker’s targeted onset, she would never have really met Am & eacute ; lie.

Just the thought of Am & eacute ; lie sent Lena’s fondness to fluttering and, eagre to be in her implements of war again she rolled onto her side, opening her eyes and smiling, reaching out towards … Where Am & eacute ; lie had been. Lena River’s smiling slipped away as she ran a hand across the sheets where Am & eacute ; lie had fallen asleep, snuggled up close to her, satisfied after their lovemaking.

She lay for a moment staring at the vacate pillow in the dim sunrise light beside her, the warm colors spilling in through the cracks in the window blinds indicating it was betimes forenoon, perhaps even sunrise.

Sitting up slowly she ran a hand through her fuzz, pushing it up into her preferred style as she glanced around for any indication of her new devotee, but saw no planetary house. For a present moment her imaginativeness ran a little rampantly. Maybe Am & eacute ; lie had used her, had manipulated her somehow ?

She felt a dubiousness creep into her. A sentence Am & eacute ; lie had said yesterday bouncing back into her anxious mind, ‘ And I can think of no greater triumph than this. To own you. To make you mine’. Had she played into Widowmakers plans last Nox ? Had this been it all along ? To lure her in with the frontal of Am & eacute ; lie then leave alone her doubting everything about herself ?

feel her anxiousness rise she scooped herself up from the bed and, casting her gaze around, found something to cover her lissome nudeness with. The discarded T-shirt wouldn’t cover much, but she found herself in a bit of a hurry.

Cautiously she pushed opened the door to the bedroom and poked her point out, glancing around as she held the hem of the T-shirt down, protecting her modesty as she slipped quietly into the hallway, padding barefoot towards the main living room and kitchen area.

As the infinite came into persuasion she stopped, looking across towards the window where the first warm shaft of the morning's twinkle poured into the room, obstructed only by the lithe naked form of Am & eacute ; lie as she sat perched on the windowsill, her hanker hair loose as it hung down her back, her hands raised, clasped around a steaming white porcelain cup.

For a moment Lena stood in astonishment, imbibing in every slender line, every enticing curve, the fullness of her gentle titty and the memorable sight of her thickly cock resting against one of her off colourize thigh. Lena bit her lip as Am & eacute ; lie glanced her way, her white-livered optic half closed, still lumbering with log Z's, but her easy grinning was echt in the philia it radiated towards Lena.

“ Hey love … ” Lena said gently, a warm smiling touching her mouth as her anxiety all but vanished, her idle concern replaced only with desire and adoration.

“ Mm, good morning … Join me ? ” Am & eacute ; lie’s voice was easy and loving, her expression hopeful as she cocked her head to one face, a few strands of her morose fuzz cascading from behind one ear where it had been tucked.

Lena River nodded and moved over towards her, Am & eacute ; lie lowering a leg to founder the girl blank space on the all-inclusive sill to finalize. Lena sat down, shuffling backwards till her rachis was pressed to Am & eacute ; lie’s abdomen, one of the woman's hands, hot from the cup she had been clasping slinking around to rest on her stomach just under her T-shirt, caressing her.

leaning back Lena felt the soft fashion plate of Am & eacute ; lie’s bare, sun-warmed breasts insistency against the backrest of her headspring and she looked out the window, admiring the aurora as Am & eacute ; lie took a casual sip of coffee, holding her in a comforting arm.

For Am & eacute ; lie, who had spent so yearn alone now in spirit, she had never dreamt her program of kidnap and conditioning would lead to this, would lead to Lena snuggled willingly against her as she drank coffee in the early morning sun. It was wizard, in its own trivial way.

Cuddled together they both thought about what was in memory board for them in the future tense, how they would make it work, the doubtless challenges and government issue they would face along an uncertain way. But without having to verbalize a news, they both knew this was where they wanted to be.