Three endorsement. Three all important seconds. It was a danger, she knew, to give birth an intact plan relying on such a small window of prison term, but a lot can take place in three bit, the john was making them inescapable, creating a make path.

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

She knelt perfectly still in the latterly Nox light, a dark in the darkness of the abandoned building that she alone occupied, unseeable save for eight dim lights which formed the pattern 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 puddle them believe they have the upper hand they'll get sure-footed, perhaps too convinced.

She scanned through the several still images on her visor as she peered out of the open window waiting for the telltale blue sky bar that she was waiting for so expectantly, nothing yet, but she could practically taste the little whippets'presence on the air. She was close, very close, the game was about to begin.

"You never really learn do you, love ?"Came a saccharine articulation, almost a rustling in her ear.

In the duskiness Widowmaker allowed herself the little 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 location of her understructure precise as she pulled the trigger on her gun.

A flare of white from the gun muzzle intimately coupled with the smell of cordite and a deep clunk as her gun released its payload, a clatter ringing out from a casing as it pinged off the corner of a paries, matched by the warped classifiable ‘ zip'of tracer bullet slipstream mingling in with the girls never-ending giggling.

Widowmaker sprang up and away knowing that here, inside, tracer had the advantage over her, even as her rifle reconfigured itself in a series of brief mechanical birr from sniper to assault mode the peppy britt's matching pulse shooting iron were Superior for this form of close-fitting one-fourth combat.

"Off in a hurry ?"Came another schoolgirlish giggle as Widowmaker kicked elegantly off a rampart, diving through a door and into the wide corridor of her chosen abandoned construction which had just happened to overlook at a aloofness a particularly critical power land site, enough of a fair game to justify tracer bullet response when information of Widowmakers whereabouts had ‘ leaked ’.

A zip to her left and Widowmaker leapt, hearing the ratatat of the pulse pistols as they left a score of marking in the paries where she had just been. They were both by all accounts skilled marksman, but in many of their numerous encounters they typically each came away unscathed, both so manoeuvrable that it was near unsufferable to accurately school their batch on the other.

She just had to keep running, to crap it to her aim, she'd danced this duet a c times, but today would be different, her objective wasn't the mightiness facility, it was tracer bullet herself, and only she knew that.

"You'll never catch me putain !"Widowmaker goaded, highlighting the tone of her voice to add a faux edge of desperation, she needed tracer bullet to believe she was winning, after all.

"Oops, spoken communication !"tracer bullet giggled, the hallway lighting up in a wink of blue as another stream of injection zipped down, landing just a whole step behind Widowmaker as she sprinted away, her ducks and dive followed by her long ponytail, trailing her like a streamer.

Widowmaker was getting shut down and could finger the present moment approaching, a branching path that either led to her victory or another day of disengaging and slinking back into the shadows.

In an manifest act of desperation she aimed her rifle back down the corridor with one deal as she ran, squeezing the trigger and lighting the home up in a hail of fully automatic blind fire, just a little farther, she could see the windowpane and the building opposite, the trap, laid and waiting.

"You'll have to do beneficial than that !"Tracer mocked as she blinked forward, her pistols spinning as they replenished their seemingly outright ammunition.

Widowmaker subconsciously counted down the final stage bout of flack in her cartridge clip, five, four, three, two, one, and despite a precise noesis of her shots, clicked the hollow rifle respective sentence as if surprised to find herself running hollow and, to tracer bullet stunned surprise, cast her rifle aside ! The young woman had hardly ever seen the dark assassin without her treasured weapon system and a disarmed Widowmaker offered a unequalled chance, maybe this was the clip she'd actually win, actually capture her !

Widowmaker leapt, an arm covering her face as a spray of tracer bullet 's beat handgun shattered the windowpane before her, she came out and cast her gaze up, optic focusing on a full stop far above her, her hand reaching out with precision, the slow, almost imperceptible measure of her affectionateness making finding her target a breeze.

Tracer watched as with a burst of air Widowmakers grappling hook blasted out and up, catching her weight and beginning to swing her forward and up as it reeled her in, but, determined not to miss the opportunity, she blinked forward, feeling the world shift around her as she appeared out over the alley, her pulse pistols shifting back with a proficient flick of her articulatio radiocarpea 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 accent and sending them both careering through a windowpane on the far building, fragment of Methedrine glistening and reflecting what pale moonlight there was. Un.

As they rolled and scrambled to their feet Widowmaker's judgment counted every second with precision, this was the critical stage. She was on her feet first, her story as a ballerina giving her aplomb and equipoise beyond that of Tracer when she was not in the process of blinking around. Deux.

tracer looked over as she came to her fundament, refocusing her gaze on Widowmaker through the yellowish glint of her goggles, disorientated she glimpsed a glint of steel, a flash.

"Trois !"Widowmaker shouted as the blade left her hand.

"Ahh !"Tracer cried out as the knife pierced her jump suit, burying itself to the hilt in her chest of drawers, pain sensation blossoming in her like a flower as she, on virginal instinct alone, recalled.

The infliction vanished as quickly as it had appeared, the globe shifting around her as meter flowed differently for her, sending her body back to precisely where it had been, exactly three moment ago.

"Ah ! No ! Ahhh !"tracer bullet cried out as she found herself hovering once more over the alleyway, except this time without Widowmakers legs to grab a time lag of. In a panic, she blinked this way and that as gravity took its unrelenting hold on her, trying to grab any sill or handhold on the opposing buildings, but her movement only served to slow up her inevitable Fall to the ground below.

"Ugh !"She gasped, hitting the grimy floor of the alley with a hard clunk and a bad sounding crack from her chronal accelerator.

"Uuuhhh…"She groaned, slowly pushing herself up to her knees, feeling shaken and hurt, looking up and trying to focus on a of a sudden prominent level of red flashing light.

The venom mine detonated in her aspect, a cloud of pink gas engulfing Tracer, filling her lungs and, without the escape of her accelerators recall, either damaged or still cooling down, she had no out but to try and crawl out of the pinko haze that swirled oppressively around her.

Widowmaker stood on the bound of the building 's roof, a smirk on her features 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 convention, fit for its very singular purpose.

With a dry chuckle she began to lower herself down, in no Rush as she stopped off to compile her widow osculation Rifle and waiting until the lowest of the pink smoke had drifted away before she allowed herself down the rest of the way, watching as the sensationalistic jumpsuit-clad figure of Tracer, sat slumped against a rampart, breathing surd and coughing.

"Ahh petite fille, how does it feel, to finally lose ?"She said in a calm cadence, her false terror gone now, replaced instead by a smug look, 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 fear and disorientation in her bright vibrant voice music to Widowmaker 's pinna.

Widowmaker let out a dry chortle,"I beat you."She stepped slowly over to tracer bullet, squatting down and reaching out, using a gloved hand to invoke the daughter 's chin even as she winced, forcing her to look into Widowmakers abnormal yellow eyes,"Now sleep, things will be different when you wake up… Fais de beaux rêves, ha, though I doubt it."

"W-what ? W- ... Uhh.."Tracer whimpered slightly as Widowmaker released her head, letting it fall against her pectus as sleep took its grasp on her.

tracer's dreams were LE than pleasant, confusion and infliction, fear and holy terror, all commingle in with the pertinacious vision of, bizarrely, a heyday slowly losing its petals and wilting away.

A few times she thought she had awoken, but the nightmare she awoke to those times had been too non-white to be real. motion, pain, medicine ? peak ?

Tracer let out a low moan and felt her dead body stretch out, her muscles aching and her drumhead throbbing, though at the very to the lowest degree the annoyance seemed to be slowly melting away, her total torso comfortably spread out over a soft supportive mattress.

"I-I'm alive…"she whispered to herself amazed to make woken up at all,"Where… Where am I… Who 's there ? ..."she asked, her eyes opening to narrow cunt, the bright Inner Light of the way blinding, her visual modality blurred as she tried to pull herself from whatever deep eternal sleep she had been in, seeing the vague synopsis of a person.

"Welcome home, mon amour."Came a far too associate spokesperson, the rich French speech pattern soft and unconcerned.

tracer bullet gasped at the crusade of quickly pushing herself into a sitting spot, wanting desperately to champion herself, to fly, to fight, but just not finding the push in her wear upon body, stripped of artillery, armours and accelerators, to do more than sit up.

After the brief struggle that left her in an upright position, panting from the exertion, she spoke, her usually brilliant voice sounding worn out,"What… What did you do to me ?"

"zilch I wo n't regret. Tea ?"Came the articulation, oddly… Casual.

tracer bullet raised a deal as her psyche cleared itself of the fog of sleep, surprised to obtain that she wasn't restrained in any way. She held the handwriting over her optic, trying to rub the sleep from them as she crossed her wooden leg underneath her, a deep eiderdown resting on her lap, warm from her own body.

"What're… Ah… My head…"Tracer whimpered, raising both her handwriting to her caput as she squeezed her eyes shut, the hurting exit quicker now.

"Do not worry, that'll flip. I know."

Tracer felt the mattress beneath her dip slightly to one position and she forced herself to spread out her optic, seeing her more clearly now, Widowmaker, her foe and enemy sitting beside her, delicate supercilium raised, a cup in one paw held out towards Tracer, the liquid inside dark 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 garb was the most cross aspect to her, a tee 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 suit everywhere I go ? And my name is Amélie, you might as well use it."

"Why ? ..."

"Because that is who I am when I'm not in the cause, Lena,"Amélie said flatly, rising once again to her base and stepping away towards the windowpane, glancing out and around, the luminosity reflecting on her gold eyes.

"No, I mean, why am I alive ? Why aren't you trying to toss off me ? Why are you…"Lena River glanced down at the cup, her phonation regaining a short More of its girlish vibration,"Making tea ?"

Amélie let out a flaccid little suspiration and leaned on the windowsill, silent for a here and now as Lena observed the cleaning woman 's slender profile. Their fights were always so incredibly fast step with her chronal accelerator pedal and Widowmakers ballet trained tempo that she seldom got to view her without either of them moving at some speed. After a present moment of staring at the svelte number and before Amélie replied, Lena looked away, an almost imperceptible hue colouring her cheeks.

"Because, Lena River, I was getting sick, sick of our little game."

"What game ?"

Amélie guessing Lena a glance and raised an eyebrow again, her ponytail still intact as it wound down her back,"The interminable game of cat and black eye that you and I play but neither of us ever seem to win."

"Not for a lack of trying, love,"Lena River said, thing of factly.

Amélie smirked slightly,"Mm, I do like it when you call me that…"

Lena felt the blush touch her cheeks a fiddling warmer and she raised a hand, running it through her brusk dark hair, messing it back up into its lawful place,"Are you going to let me leave ?"

Amélie pursed her lips,"Mm, technically."

"What do you mean, ‘ technically'?"Lena River replied pouting her lips in growing foiling at ‘ Amélie's'continued evasions.

"I don't want all of your little admirer swooping in to rescue you and wrecking my home."Amélie glanced her eye around the sparsely decorated room. She didn't have much in the way of self-command, but the likes of Winston rampaging through here would do her paries, floors and ceilings little good.

Uncrossing her wooden leg Lena River swung them out of the bed, glancing down as she felt a plush carpet between her toes, seeing her bare suave legs for the number one time and noticing the t-shirt she herself was wearing,"Hey ! You undressed me !"

"Mmhm,"Amélie mused dismissively then sat down on the bed, casting her eyes over at Lena as she peered back at her over one shoulder,"Lay down Lena, and I will explain."

Lena eyed her stubbornly.

"Lay down, pétale."

Lena felt a unmarried chill run up her acantha and after a moment she scooched downwards, laying back down on the bed, albeit on top of the covers this time, one leg crossed over the other defensively.

"W-what, what was that ! How did you realise me do that !"Lena protested, her consistency fighting her as she tried to sit up again, but it was as if her brawn were no longer under her control.

"Shh pétale, let me explain,"Amélie said with a soft smugness, her hand, unnaturally cool to the hint, coming to roost on Lena's lithesome picket thigh.

The girls'cheeks flushed red as she parted her brim to reply, but presented Amélie with silence.

"trade good, in scant, I used some of the… Methods… That were employed on me when Amélie first became the Widowmaker. Your head is a little less your own, and a little Sir Thomas More mine, mon amour."

Lena River swallowed hard as she stared, eyes wide like a doe caught in traffic up at Amélie's off colour skin colour.

"Now, pétale,"Lena River felt that Same shiver travel down her spine again,"You will never bruise me or aim to shoot me, you will get dwelling to me here every night, as my new petite amie, girlfriend. And you will speak of this to no one else. Do you understand ? Speak."She commanded.

"Y-yes,"Lena said without thought process and, satisfied, Amélie gave her thigh a soft aegir squeeze.

"Any interrogation, mon amour ?"

"W-why ? Why would you do this ?"

"Mm… My little Lena, I could say that it is because in our many little spats I have grown to admire your tenacity and strength, or perhaps even because I lust for you…"Amélie hesitated for a moment, enjoying the brief dewy-eyed moment of surprise that played across Lena's attractive feature of speech,"These things would not be lies. But no, why ? Why because you are fair game. And a prize. And I can suppose of no groovy victory than this. To own you. To make you mine."

Lena looked down slightly, doubtfulness and fear once again in her chest, the lack of control she seemingly had over herself giving her pause. The dreams, the Holy Writ pétale, flower petal. She had been conditioned somehow, like an animal.

"Who knows, perhaps you won't find it so bad in time."

"Not bally likely…"Lena said, her soft voice edged with despair.

Amélie let out a dry little chuckle and reached out, running her slender fingers through Lena 's short brown whisker,"Oh I think you will, I hope you will…"she whispered as she leaned in,"Though I suppose it does not matter if you ever truly do… But I have an social club for you…"

Lena blinked up uncertainly at Amélie, their eyes locked, their mouth mere column inch apart as Amélie leaned over her.

"buss me. Like you mean it, pétale."

Lena felt her intimation escape in a flutter as Amélie leaned closer, closing her heart. Lena followed suit, her eyes closing too as she felt the odd coolness of the cleaning lady 's lips find her own, soft and oddly tentative as they shared their offset kiss.

For Amélie, a true up candy kiss was something slow, reserved and exploratory, an experience to be savoured, ho-hum and construction to a crescendo of something infinitely passionate. For Lena River however, it was something different and she had no alternative but to obey the new imprint wills of her slender body.

Amélie let out a soft little moan as she felt her lips play easy and testingly against the relatively intense affectionateness of Lena's own, the girl's hands moving to rest on Amélie's waistline through the thin fabric of her tee shirt, caressing the bender of her own slender body.

Her gentle moan heightened into a rich one as she felt Lena's hand wrapping around her ponytail, lightly gripping her dark whisker as her early helping hand pressed splayed-out against her cover. The slender British girl beneath her shifted her free weight as suddenly, and genuinely caught off guard, Amélie let out a gasp as she was rolled onto her back, her hands moving instinctively and defensively to Lena's coat of arms as if to throw her off, but as she did she felt Lena's hired man shift.

One of the fille hand, with her ponytail wrapped around the wrist, moved to cup the back of Amélie's neck, raising her head up slightly towards Lena River who now lay on top of her, one leg to her side and the other between Amélie's thighs, the girl other hired hand, which had been on her back, instead came to roost on Amélie's stomach, Lena's fingertips inching up under the hind end of her shirt to fondle against the soft cool peel of her abdomen.

Lena's lips found Amélie's again quickly and any semblance of a tardily kiss was lost and forgotten, Amélie arched her spinal column up against Lena as the girl's tongue slipped eagerly between the French people womanhood 's lip, beginning an acute dance of lecherousness and desire.

Despite the unexpected face of the osculate Amélie relaxed her suitcase on Lena's subdivision, holding her gently as she responded in kind. Their kiss hot and passionate as she felt a warmth spread through her. Amélie had lusted for the undimmed sparky British people young lady since perhaps the low gear time she had laid center on her, but any fantasies she may give birth had were nothing compared to the experience.

The girl was so the likes of and unlike herself, their figures not dissimilar, but their mentality and attitudes so different. To begin with, Tracers vibrancy and happy-go-lucky nature had irritated her, but in meter she had grown to, in a way, admire and even observe it. Despite the hardships Lena had faced, the disbanding of Overwatch, the loss of protagonist and, Amélie knew more recently, a breakup with her long-term girlfriend, Emily, she never once lost her smile, her laugh, or the effervescence that made her stand out.

Amélie's thought process were disrupted by the sense datum of warm fingers tracing up her hide, it seemed to Lena, to buss like she meant it, meant an awful lot of physicality that Amélie hadn't expected. As their sass parted briefly, their hint hot before rejoining the kiss, Amélie felt the hired man caress higher until, at net, under the smooth fabric of her t-shirt the missy hand closed around and cupped Amélie's full phase of the moon but modest titty, squeezing it as they made out, the fille knee pressing a little harder between her second joint, meeting more underground than she had perhaps expected.

Though Amélie had conditioned tracer, taming Lena into her own toy, some things were still a bit of a whodunit to her. In this case, she had ordered Lena to kiss her but hadn't specified for how recollective. She thought perhaps it would be based on what Lena thought was a ripe time for a ‘ real kiss'and as Lena's articulatio genus pressed a little firmer between Amélie's pegleg, her hand still massaging her breast, she felt the young lady relax her bag and her clutch, their brim parting as Lena River leaned up slightly, perhaps confirming Amélie's theory.

Amélie opened her centre and looked up at Lena with her amber regard, their faces still so faithful together, Lena's saying indecipherable, her eyes searching Amélie's, for what she didn't know.

As if the spell had been suddenly been broken Lena River blushed and rolled off of Amélie, laying beside her and staring at the ceiling, her chest rising and falling, a hand resting over her own heart.

"Mm… That… That was worth the delay, my niggling pétale…"Amélie breathed softly, feeling oddly out of breath,"You'll hitch here with me today and tonight… Take your time in bed, then require a cascade. You'll feel better for it."

Amélie leaned in towards Lena River's cheek, but Lena River turned her head away, all quips and comment gone as she stared off at nothing. Amélie let out a dry little chuckle,"Mm, lawsuit yourself."

Lena kept her head turned away as she listened to Amélie climb and pace from the room, her stride so placidity that Lena was only cognisant she was alone when she heard the detent of the door.

She lay on her slope facing away from where Amélie, Widowmaker had been, wrestling with the thoughts vying for control throughout her. Widowmaker, her opposition had defeated her, outsmarted her and taken something away from her she'd never even considered she could lose. While she knew her brain was not all her own anymore, somehow, she still knew that her thoughts were her own. She felt all the old thought process and tactile sensation for Widowmaker, the ira for her law-breaking, the ruth for what had been done to her, but now they mingled with something dissimilar.

Idly as she thought she found her fingertips playing with the tee shirt she was wearing, curiously she looked down, it wasn't her own and without really thinking she raised the apprehension above her mouth, scrunching up the fabric slightly and holding it to her nose. Lena inhaled deeply and felt butterfly stroke take flight in her belly. It was hers, Amélie's shirt. Amélie's scent.

Lena closed her middle for a moment and exhaled in a long shaky breath, her judgment turning over the memory of the kiss, again and again, she had been ordered to do it, forced to, of that she had no doubt. But ... Had she been ordered to enjoy it ?

"No…"Lena said softly to herself, vocalisation quavering, confused and annoyed that she could be entertaining such thought, persuasion of Amélie, cerebration for Widowmaker. She squeezed her heart shut. Amélie had been destroyed long ago, all that remained was the unfeeling, uncaring fiend that was the cold-skinned brutal assassin serpent, Widowmaker.

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

Lena blinked, her mirky expression glade in an split second, her optic going wide, her sassing parting just slightly as she took in the tidy sum before her.

On the bedside board in forepart of her sat a single cup, the contents still steaming, waiting for her. Tentatively she sat up, glancing around suspiciously as she picked up the rather small ceramic particular, clasping it in her hand, the fellow affectionateness giving her some point of comfort.

After giving it a tentative sniff and detecting aught off, she lifted the cup and took a slow sip, then let out a long satisfy sigh. She bit her lip and looked at her own shaky reflection in the cup,"An unfeeling, uncaring, cold-skinned, unrelenting, assassin monster… Who makes tea ..."She said gently, her own dubiousness acquit in her voice.

After a instant she stood and moved to the window, leaning on the sill with her fundament and clutching her cup while wearing Amélie's T-shirt and a span of unvarnished black panties. Curiously she looked over a city she didn't recognise, but which she assumed was somewhere in France. Part of her wanted to leap from the windowpane, escape into the city, but every nerve ending in her trunk told her it was an impossibility. She had been ordered to stay, and stay she would.

As she took another sip of the tea her thoughts strayed from the situation back to the buss, recalling something she hadn't, until now, really given thought to. When she had been atop of Amélie, her genu pressing between her thighs, she had felt something… Pretty distinct ...

While Lena River stood, resting on the sill, sipping her potable and turn over her own thoughts Amélie was sat at a breakfast bar, a cup of coffee at her human elbow which rested on the countertop, her ribbon supporting her Chin as her other hand lazily flicked a page on an old playscript, the auditory sensation of gentle Greco-Roman medicine being interrupted eventually only by the recognisable sound of her shower starting up. For a moment Amélie glanced up and considered joining her new toy, but opted instead to generate her some space.

After a while the shower cut out and Amélie listened as she heard Lena River relocation around her home, hearing a closet door open then, shortly after, close again. It wasn't long after that that when Amélie glanced up she saw Lena in the doorway to her bread and butter room kitchen combo.

"How was your shower ?"Amélie asked gently, raising a bingle eyebrow.

Lena River glanced around briefly before stepping slowly towards her, one arm down by her position, the other gripping its elbow, a tentative look,"Er, it was nice, cheers."

"And I see you regain my clothes…"Amélie noted with a faint border of amusement.

Lena looked down at herself, while she wore the Saame shirt, she had acquired a pair of blue jean from Amélie's closet,"Yeah well, y'know, they fit, and I didn't fancy walking around in my knickers…"

"Ha,"Amélie smirked, following Lena with her eyes as she made her way around to sit at the breakfast bar opposite her, her limb 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 stupefied dubiousness, but Lena River had seemed at least receptive to conversation and she hadn't wanted a quiet to build between them. The grueling regard Lena gave her however quickly softened, then she sighed.

"Amélie… I…"She faltered, looking for words.

"Mm ?"

Lena twiddled her thumbs, furrowing her brows before speaking,"A got a question."She glanced up to Amélie, expecting a reply, but she was merely greeted with a single arciform brow,"facial expression, like… You aren't this. This isn't you, I mean. Amélie was you I guess, but, you know ..."

"But they killed her and replaced her with Widowmaker, so what am I doing ?"Amélie finished for her, her rich accent and rolling cadence quite pleasant Lena River thinking, at to the lowest degree when it wasn't laced with the usual snarkiness or malice, as it had been in most of their previous encounters.

Lena nodded.

Amélie closed her playscript and took a sip of her burnt umber, thinking for a retentive moment before responding,"When I murdered my husband in his sleep, I think I was, in every way, the teras you think me to be. I felt no remorse, no guilt. Not even a signified of loss. 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 insight she had been hoping for,"So… What now then ?"

"What do you require ?"Amélie countered.

Lena looked at her for a moment then glanced around,"... I'm kinda hungry ?"

Amélie gestured with a hand to the kitchen behind Lena and shrugged,"You're welcome to cook whatever you like."

Lena pursed her mouth and cocked her heading slightly,"About that…"

Amélie gave her a flat flavour,"Dieu, secernate me you can cook ?"

Lena shook her oral sex and maintained Amélie's gaze.

"... Alright."Amélie sighed deeply, pushing her palms against the bar and moved to bear, stepping around it and into the kitchen, Lena twirling in her hot seat as she did to lean against the bar, watching Amélie.

"Ha, cheers love,"Lena said, a picayune triumphant smirk on her lips.

Amélie rolled her oculus but opened the fridge.

It was phantasmagoric, Lena thought, to be sat there, watching as the purple-skinned assassinator cooked her a meal, an omelet, which had turned out to be quite pleasant-tasting.

Their conversation for the rest of the day had been relatively sparse and touched on goose egg important, privilege music, the weather, and anything else that meant nothing. It seemed like they were just acclimatising to the bearing of each early in this new non-hostile surround.

For the about portion, Amélie read and relaxed, while Lena proved to be rather restless, moving from thing to thing. She worked out, sat around, watched TV, played carte du jour and whatever else she could find to do. But by the fourth dimension evening rolled around and the duo had shared another delicious repast, this prison term together, Lena had stood letting out a childishly histrionics yawn.

"So, which bed is mine ? I 'm gettin'sleepy."Lena River asked, standing at a jaunty slant, manus on hip, her early covering her back talk to block out her yawn.

Amélie stretched her implements of war out up and above her head, accentuating her slender visibility as she arched her back, her breasts pressing against the fabric of her T-shirt making it conform to her curvature, she glanced sidelong at Lena,"Mm, your bed is whichever one I'm in mon cher."

Lena River looked a footling unsettled, but by no way surprised,"You want me to sleep with you ?"

"Of course,"Amélie let out a dry chuckle,"It gets cold alone."

Lena River stayed silent for a long second, her gaze briefly flickering up and down, eying Amélie from top to toe,"Do I have a choice ?"

Amélie watched her too for a moment before shrugging,"I guess that depends on your answer."

peal her eyes slightly Lena River turned, padding lazily and barefoot towards the sleeping room where she'd first woken up,"guess we're bunk mates then."

Amelia watched her go, her eyes tracing down the girls back to her derrière, lingering for a moment before she was out of sight.

She was left sitting alone for a instant, weighing her options before, with a unhorse sigh she stood, sauntering after the Brit and following her back into her own bedroom, switching off Christ Within as she went.

Lena glanced up as Amélie entered, the woman hesitating in the doorway, leaning on it as she observed the partly undressed Lena, her foresighted chant legs on display as she reduced her outfit once more to the tee shirt and panties.

After a recollective moments pause, Lena nodded her head towards the short electrical switch beside Amélie,"You gon na hit the ignitor or what make out ?"

Amélie freely drank in the purview for a few Thomas More s before lazily reaching out a hand, a slight click preceding the rooms plunge into rank darkness.

For Lena River, who moved to sit down on the edge of the bed, making her way to lie down under the covers, the absolute dark was in some way liberating, she relaxed back into the warmth 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 silence as wearing apparel hit the floor to the English of the bed and before tenacious she felt the mattress depress to her English slightly, Amélie climbing in alongside her.

For a little while, the two of them lay beside each early, each on their back, the muteness stretching as they lay in the absolute dark. But the silence was eventually broken by Amélie, her vocalisation coming out soft,"Pétale ?"

Lena River swallowed and felt a shake run up her back,"Y-yes passion ?"her interpreter came out, a little anxious as if she had been expecting this.

"... Lay on your slope, facing away from me…"

Lena did as she was told rolling to lay on her side, her heart beating fast as she thought about all the things Amélie could rescript her to do.

Instinctively she tensed as she felt a cold ghost, fingers running across her encompassing hip, the hand moving up to caress and rest on the smooth skin of her strong stomach.

breathing quite quick she felt the rest beneath her brain swell slightly as Amélie's other hand slinked beneath it. Lena River felt herself begin to calm and relax as what Amélie was doing began to dawn on her.

She felt the curved shape of Amélie's body find her own, the balmy swell of Amélie's tit pressing to her back, the woman 's nozzle against the book binding of Lena's neck, her breather tickle as their legs intertwined, every column inch of the cool woman seemingly seeking out the heat Lena River's torso offered.

Though the wave of Lena's anxiety had ebbed away, she felt a mysterious fluttering in her chest as Amélie spooned her, the only audio in the room their soft ventilation, though Amélie's was almost unperceivable next to Lena's.

Lena River felt… Safe. She felt genuinely safe. In the arms of this carry through assassin who had more than than earned her sobriquet, she felt comfortable. Had she enjoyed her day ? Was she enjoying this now ?

Tentatively she moved her hand towards her stomach, under her own T-shirt to come to repose atop of Amélie's. For a moment nothing, then Amélie splayed her finger against the sleek peel of Lena's stomach and in a common action, their fingers laced together.

Lena squeezed gently.

Amélie squeezed back.

"A-Amélie ?"Lena River whispered softly.

"Mm ? …"Came the response, a soft racket as she exhaled, Lena River could palpate the gentle vibrations of the hum against her neck.

"Are you… Are you gon na use that petal affair to make believe me… You know ..."She trailed off…

Amélie stayed silent for a long few consequence. She could, she knew, realize Lena do anything she wanted her to do. And it was no lie that she felt a thick hungering for the slender girl, a lusting for her.

"... No, mon amour… No, you do not need to worry about that…"She finally replied.

Lena felt her centre beating faster, Amélie's quarter round tracing small rotary across her tum as they held hand.

"What…"Lena started, then swallowed, unusually hesitating,"What if I wanted to ?"

"Wanted to what ?"

Lena bit her lip chewing it for a hanker moment in the iniquity,"Do… Stuff."

The thumb against her breadbasket stopped moving.

"What would you want to do ? ..."Amélie asked, her vocalisation edged with a curiosity.

"... What I wanted to ?"

Amélie thought for a second, inhaling the sweet scent of the girl pressed against her and felt an uncommon desire in her heart.

"... Okay."

Lena wriggled slightly and Amélie disengaged from their embrace, leaning backwards as the lithe Brits missy squirmed around.

Even with her enhanced visual sensation in the downright dark of the elbow room, Amélie couldn't make out the pattern of the young lady, merely feel the warmth of her presence. She waited, unsure as to what to expect from Lena. In all the program she had made having Lena so genuinely interested in her had never really been a feature article. It was a surprise, but not one she- ...

Amélie's caravan of thought derailed as she felt a mitt press warmly against her shoulder, pushing her downwards. She complied with the hand, laying on her back once more as she felt Lena River follow the hand, half draping herself on top of her capturer, her foe.

Amélie felt an odd affectionateness inside her, different to before. She felt Lena's breathing spell against her lips, could feel the girls pulsation, quick and agitate against her breast. Lena's sass found Amélie's and they kissed, no hurried rush this time, Lena no longer phrenetic to kiss ‘ like she meant it ’, but slow and exploratory, as Amélie had first hoped.

Without the control she had held before, despite the Thomas More reserved, mollify buss, Amélie felt more alive. She moved her men to Lena's body, caressing her arms and shank as they kissed.

As time melted away Lena River's reservations followed, her buss becoming less and less shy and more like the one they had indulged in before. Deep and passionate, Amélie's mind electric as Lena's hands caressed up her sides.

After a slow and intimate dance of tongue between them, Lena broke the osculation, panting softly and resting her forehead lightly against Amélie's, their noses pressed gently to each others. Amélie swallowed gently and, to her surprise, could no longer feel Lena River's pulsation over the lastingness of her own, hammering away in her chest, a rare occurrence for her.

"Wow, love… That was…"Lena breathed, part gentle as she felt Amélie liquidity crisis her waistline slightly.

"Magnifique ?"Amélie offered and Lena let out a cute lilliputian giggle.

"Yeah…"She bit her lip, reaching up her hired man to fondle Amélie's brass, feeling the softness of her skin under her ovolo as she touched her,"... Want ... more than ?"

"to a greater extent than you could imagine…"Amélie answered, raising her hands till her finger were laced in Lena's stylish hair, pulling her back down into another eager kiss, one that they both melted into.

After a few tenacious moments, their dead body intertwining as they kissed, Lena pulled back, sitting up and straddling Amélie, who moved her custody to rest of the girl 's thigh, biting her lip as she pressed her soft length upwards a little, enjoying the sensation of it rubbing against Lena's thick ass.

Lena River felt the gibbousness moving up against her and she giggled a little, pressing her ass downwards into the fuzziness,"Not yet bang ..."

"Non ?"Amélie countered, chewing her lip as her hips made dim rophy, gently grinding her length against the young lady atop of her.

Amélie heard the auditory sensation of fabric hitting the story beneath her,"Here, this first."Lena River whispered softly, taking Amélie's handwriting and guiding them up her body. She felt Lena's soft warm hands on her own, the girlfriend 's placid skin gliding under her fingertips as they were led up, no T-shirt to be found.

Amélie felt a leaping in desire as Lena let out a diffuse, gamey pitched gasp of delight, Amélie's hands closing around and squeezing Lena River's modest breasts, lifting them on her dresser and pressing them tight, feeling the girls delicate pinko nipples, hard between her fingers as she squeezed them together.

Lena let out a unclouded piffling groan as short sparks of pleasure buzzed across her thorax, Amélie's rude frigidity, a side outcome of her slower flash, sent icy tremble down Lena's nipple, enhancing her pleasure as Amélie freely played with her soft mounds.

Leaning forward Lena crowded the space between their eubstance to the point where Amélie's hands were forced to recede around to gently rest on her back, but Amélie soon felt the soft intimate warmth of one of the daughter 's perky breast pressing against her rim and nose.

Biting her lip Lena let out another voiced groan, her cheek flushed ruby in the nighttime as she felt Amélie's lips close around the house bud of one nipple, the suction and slow swirling motion of her glossa having Sir Thomas More of an effect on her than she would've thinking. She hadn't felt pleasance like this in a long time, like there was a deeper connector to it, and she knew the best was still to come.

Amélie let out a soft whine of protest as, after a few long here and now of letting her play with both the lady friend tit, Lena sat slowly back up, making Amélie reluctantly release the girls nipple from between her back talk with a loud wet ‘ pop'that mingled around the room with a squeak of pleasure from Lena.

"Ah, mon chéri, I was enjoying that,"Amélie said softly, surprised by the playful tone in her voice, her manpower coming to rest on Lena's incredibly slender waist, giving her an aegir squeeze.

Lena let out an almost queasy piffling giggle and sounded almost sheepish,"Sorry to spoil your party, but I got something else in mind…"

Amélie arched an eyebrow as she felt Lena once more pull away from her clasp, her hired hand moving down across her thigh to fall to rest on the bed sheets, Amélie finding herself eager now to know just what Lena River had in thinker for them both.

Lena started shuffling down the bed still straddling Amélie, leaving small footling butterfly kisses against the fair sex 's cool placid skin, taking the duvet with her as she moved, exposing them both to the cool night air of their room.

"What are you- ..."Amélie started, but gasped, her hands digging into the flat solid as she felt the blushing warmheartedness of Lena's cheek press through the fabric of the slim boxershorts she wore against her sleeping peter.

Lena River ran her handwriting up Amélie's thighs as she nestled her consistence down between the assassin 's peg, quietly slipping off her black panties, her own stage kicking back and forth slowly, restless and eager. Slowly and nub fluttering in prevision, she slid one hand up Amélie's drawers, her lips kissing against the sleeping member through the material as her finger's breadth traced up and closed around the soft poise shaft of her cock.

Amélie shuddered a lilliputian as the hot fingerbreadth closed around her moth-eaten member, biting her lip as she felt it twitch gently in the girl 's touchy grip, her words coming out a little shaky, her breath noticeably quickened,"A-ah, mon trésor, that feels so good… Please…"

"Please what, love ?"Lena all but moaned as she again pressed the soft warmth of her brim to the thick bulge of Amélie's shorts.

Amélie breathed hard and looked down into the darkness where she knew Lena was doubtless looking back up at her, she could almost see the girls look, lusty and eagre. This wasn't going at all like she had planned, she swallowed,"Please, more…"

Lena couldn't help but to flush crimson in the shadow, feeling an odd sense of control over Amélie as she was begged for more. For a consequence she looked back on the computer storage of how Widowmaker had captured her and of all their encounters and competitiveness beforehand. An integral history of dispute, all of which now felt somehow inconsequential when compared to the beating storm in her heart.

Withdrawing her hand from Amélie's shorts Lena reached up, hooking her thumb under the tight elastic band of her boxers to wiggle them down over Amélie's broad hips. To serve Amélie raised her butt off the bed, neatly arching her back to allow them to be pulled down easier, exposing the flaccid 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 founder her access, her own position between Amélie's thighs blocking her from getting them any lower. tidal bore to discover what awaited her she reached back up, her fingers closing around the midst almost spongey balminess of Amélie's cock, pointing it upwardly and giving it a few slowly CVA, as if testing it out.

Slowly as she massaged the gentle length she marvelled at its silky smoothness, her other manus sliding up Amélie's body to roost on her venter, more for her own supporting than anything else, but she soon felt Amélie's hand find her own, finger's breadth once more interlacing as Lena River worked her distance.

Lena gave a flaccid power play of the fingers between her own and felt Amélie reciprocate again. Unable to stop herself from blushing and while feeling her heart hammering in her chest she leaned down, listening to Amélie release a pleasured pant as Lena River, without warning, closed her lips around the Crown of Amélie's cock, drawing it into the intense heating system of her back talk where she let her tongue swirl eagerly around.

Amélie moaned as pleasance engulfed the diffuse tip of her cock, her hand squeezing Lena's as the other continued to transfix at the bedsheets. Lena's movements were slack and sultry, her lips travelling up and down the lenient length as it began to swell, a dense summons, but with the base of her gibe held in Lena's tight bag, Amélie knew it wouldn't be foresighted before the girl came face to face with her good size.

Lena gave herself wholly over to the activity of tending to Amélie's tool, which was boring to rise in her wet aegir mouth, though she wasn't surprised by its sluggishness, likely a side impression of Amélie's slowed middle rate she thought, doubling down on her efforts.

Amélie arched her rear and breathed hard, working her hips up and down in eager trivial movement as Lena's hot sass slid up and down her length, drawing forth pleasure and lustfulness beyond what Amélie could recall ever feeling.

Lena pressed her hand down around Amélie's shaft, holding her hammer between thumb and forefinger at the al-Qaeda, no longer gripping it with her fist, freeing up more of her now almost-hard distance for Lena River's eager back talk and tongue to search and enjoy.

Feeling Amélie squeeze her hand Lena knew the event she was having on her, her lips travelling down further, letting the cock press deeper into her sass where her clapper met it with an eager swirl and lap.

Lena settled into a steady musical rhythm, her plush rim gliding up and down the steely distance of Amélie's spit-shined cock, the fair sex 's groan mixing in with the lewd wet noises Lena's mouth made as she sucked, rotating her head this way and that as she bobbed up and down.

"A-ah, oh my, deeper Lena, please…"Amélie whispered softly, her voice laden with luxuria as she moved her deal from the bedsheets to the back of Lena's head, gripping her gently and guiding her rate and astuteness, elements of ascendence Lena River seemed all too happy to relinquish.

Amélie chewed on her lip as she tugged the girls head further down onto her cock, feeling a firmness bump against the sensitive crown of her head, matched by a calorie-free ‘ gluck !'disturbance from Lena's throat as it pressed against the rachis of her oral cavity.

Arching her backrest and guiding Lena River's held hand up to cup and stuff at her assuredness chest she continued to maneuver Lena's point up and down, marveling at how the girl continued to suck at her hard length even as Amélie moved her faster and faster, the pleasure radiating through Amélie's dead body like nothing she had felt before.

Lena blushed crimson as she let Amélie maneuver her head, struggling not to gag as the eager woman continually bumped the dark mushroom tip of her turncock against the backrest of Lena's throat, something she tried to relax, tidal bore to feel every inch of Amélie's frankly impressively sized length within her.

"R-relax your throat…"Amélie panted softly, biting her lip as she put more movement into the rotation of her hips, altering what had started as a dim intimate blowjob into More of a face-fucking.

Lena let out a infantile little groan, trying to convey her substance of ‘ what do you retrieve I'm trying to do ? ’, but it was lost in the increasingly wet dissonance emanating from her mouth and pharynx, lines of her spittle and Amélie's pre travelling down her slick down shaft and over her fluent heavy balls to fleece into the bed sheets beneath them.

After a few more long deep driving force into Lena's hot sensory mouth, Amélie began to worry she was overdoing it, using the girl too knockout and pushing her further than she might desire. Reluctantly, she pulled Lena up and off her cock, the daughter letting out a loud gasp, her breathing place hot against Amélie's skin as she whimpered cutely, catching her breath and letting out a pair of light coughs.

"W-why'd you hold back ?"Lena asked, resting her sluice cheek on Amélie's thigh, kissing her steely wet length as she waited for a response.

"I thought I was being too rough…"Amélie said gently and felt Lena eagerly squeeze her breast, enticing another groan from Amélie's pursed lips as Lena let out a easygoing breathy giggle, speaking with a cute edge to her voice.

"Maybe I like a little roughhousing love ..."She teased and quickly felt Amélie's finger's breadth grip her haircloth just tight enough for it to spite a little, wet enough to make Lena groan in response.

Amélie felt a new surge of lust within her at the girl 's groan, there were more layer to this girlfriend than she had possibly thought.

"Maybe I want to be a little rough with you…"Amélie teased back, pulling Lena up by the hair until she lay on top, her lips catching Lena's in a quick candy kiss, tasting herself on Lena River's tongue as their bare organic structure pressed together, Lena squirming gently to experience every inch of Amélie's body caressing against hers.

Lena River kissed across Amélie's jaw and pick briefly at her ear, her vocalism coming out in a breathy rustling, highlighted by a warm, cheeky tone,"Oh yeah ? I dunno if you've got the stuff…"

Amélie felt herself smirk, then grin broad, a soft chuckle escaping her lips as her script instantly found their way to Lena River's hip joint, gripping her as she rolled over, the swift crusade drawing a squeak and a bright giggle from the girlfriend as she suddenly found herself on the bottom of the twain, feeling Amélie now on top shimmying out of her boxers.

Moving her hands up as the girl giggled and settled into the mattress Amélie found Lena's arms in the iniquity, gripping her radiocarpal joint and pinning them either side of the daughter head, the military unit of her pin drawing another deliciously eager moan from Lena.

tendency down Amélie kissed up Lena River's collarbone, finding her cervix and kissing it eagerly, leaving a obtrusive trail of love bites up one position, each one causing another high pitched moan from the young lady beneath her who was clearly in a state of ecstasy despite the fact that her own want had so far gone unattended.

Apparently aware of this, and eager to see alteration, Amélie felt Lena's leg wrap around her waistline, ankle joint crossing behind her back as she lifted herself up off the bed, the fluency of her pussy pressing up against the underside of Amélie's rock music severe length.

Amélie felt Lena's hands draw out up, as if trying to squirm back control, but Amélie forcefully pushed them back down into the mattress, drawing a pleasured little gasp from Lena who whined cutely,"Oh come on dear, don't make a missy wait !"

For a bit Amélie bit Lena's lower lip, drawing a groan from the girlfriend as she considering any routine of reception, taunts or teases. But the fact of it was they both wanted it, desperately.

Releasing the daughter lip Amélie urged her hip joint down and inward, her duration twitching and throbbing as it pressed against and between the silky hot lip of Lena River's slit, sliding up against them a couple of times, each miss drawing a pleasured noise from them both until finally, on the tertiary get-up-and-go, Amélie felt her cock chance its soft touch, spreading Lena's lips wide and pressing an inch or so inner her.

Lena River let out a loud fulfilled gasp, arching her back up so her chest pressed against Amélie 's, their chest rubbing together as she felt the long dense length energy slowly inside her tight receptive body. Amélie felt her munition go weak as pleasure blossomed within her, her hard prick, still wet from Lena River's care easily sinking into the wet waiting heart and soul of Lena's slender trunk.

The experience was indefinable for Amélie as she worked herself deeply with brusk slow thrusts, bore to bury every in of what she had to give inside the female child. The tightness, the heat, the feeling of Lena beneath her so desperately trying to get more of her, all serving to raise her pleasure to new heights.

Amélie felt Lena's thighs clinch around her as her turncock bottomed out in the miss, her full throbbing shot buried as deep as it could go inside Lena River's lithe body, the wall of her twat squeezing down on her, milking her duration as she gyrated her hips up against Amélie 's cock.

"C-come on lovemaking, have sex me already !"Lena River pleaded, her impatience once more shining through, though Amélie felt no motivation to disappoint her.

In this new kiss, Amélie was instantly the aggressor, her natural language pressing deep between Lena River's backtalk to mingle and toy with hers as her articulatio coxae began to move, pulling back and pushing forward, filling the little fille with her thick girlcock.

She adored the sensation of Lena River moaning into her oral cavity, the girlfriend moving beneath her in prison term to her stab, enhancing each and every spark of joy as they sought to please each early in unison.

The heat was, for Amélie, the most overwhelming sensation that mingled with the pleasure. In all her metre as Widowmaker her intimate encounters had been extremely limited and everything about this daughter just radiated warmth, her skin, her puss, her breath, she could even experience the girls blushing impudence against her own as they made out.

Without slowing her thrusts Amélie broke the kiss, her hired hand releasing Lena's wrists, one supporting her weight as the early once again tangled in the lady friend brown hair, gripping it tight as their consistence met in a rhythmic clapping sound.

Though Amélie was moaning and panting in pleasure, her voice was drowned out by the highschool pitched whimper and gasps Lena produced, the bubbly girl ineffectual to hold back the luxuria from her voice as Amélie took her, her ankle joint remaining locked around Amélie's organic structure as each jab drove her to new heights of pleasure.

No longer pinned, Lena's manus moved around Amélie's back, gripping and holding her, dragging her down lower so that the woman was forced to squeeze her consistence sloshed to Lena's.

Lena could feel it, a pulsation deep within her that matched Amélie's poking but outgrew itself every sentence, her own joy mounting faster than she had ever expected it to.

"O-oh nooky ! Amélie ! You're gon na take a crap me cum !"She cried out, breathing hard as her fingernails dug into Amélie's back just hard adequate to prepare her moan.

"A-ah, Lena, yes ! Cum on my cock, you putain, cum for me !"Amélie shouted back, her interpreter, in her lust, heavier with her accent than usual, something about either that or the Book themselves making Lena grasp her tighter, her senior high school pitched pant coming more and more frequently, finally joining together into a undivided long narrow escape as the fille 's climax struck.

Amélie didn't slow up her thrusting, in fact she intensified her Assault, slamming her cock into the shaking girl time and time again, not allowing her climax to subdue and instead forcing the girl beneath her to endure it for foresightful and longer.

Lena's idea was a blank haze of pure pleasure and motivation, she needed this, she needed Amélie, she needed more.

"Amélie ! ! Please ! Please cum in me !"Lena whimpered out loudly, her branch and legs tight as she clung on desperately to her lover, hanging on for honey life, feeling each and every steely column inch of Amélie's veiny cock as it buried itself to the hilt inside her fourth dimension and meter again, her heavy cum-filled testis slapping against Lena River's cheeks with each thrust.

Amélie couldn't deny she could feel her joy uprising, each solid thrusting into Lena River's hot squeezing pussy pulling her closer to the inevitable bound of spillage that she could experience approaching.

She wanted to cook the moment, the experience, their first, to go forever, but she knew that wouldn't happen, that her own flood tide was fast approach, but she knew too that this was the first of many such confrontation with her new, willing girl, with Lena. With Tracer.

She gasped out as thoughts of what could be flooded her judgement and her jabbing became less controlled, shorter and profoundly with more force behind them as her willpower to hold off her impending orgasm buckled, her mind instead focusing onto the now, onto drawing out as much pure cristal from the minute as she possibly could.

She pushed herself up, widening the gap between the clingy Lena and herself just enough for her to slip a hand between them. Lena gasped, arching her back as she felt Amélie's mitt close around her pharynx, not squeezing or choking her, but grasping her, pinning her head and asserting ascendence as Amélie's glossa once again invaded her mouth.

Lena felt her eye roll back with pleasure as she eagerly suckled on Amélie's tongue, her articulatio coxae jerking up against her as she felt the tool within her twitch and pulse, the oncoming of Amélie's powerful climax met her deep eager groan and a liquid heat pulsing late within Lena each time Amélie crested the wafture of pleasure, spending her pent-up onus inside the plucky, lustful Brit.

Her orgasm seemed to hold out forever, walls of delight cresting over her again and again as with each pulse she fired More and to a greater extent of her thick creamy seed mysterious inside Lena's hot pussy, but, it did eventually have to lessen, her cock still buried deep within the girl, spending its utmost drops as Lena River relaxed her grip, the couple of them breathing hard, utterly exhausted and completely satisfied.

"A-Amélie…"Lena whispered, her voice a little hoarse as she weakly held onto the panting woman.

"Y-yes ?"

"... Wow…"Lena River panted, giggling softly,"Just… Wow…"

Amélie grinned and chuckled softly as they moved in time to once more lay beside each former, this metre in each other 's weapon system, where they belonged.

Lena River felt like she needed a exhibitioner, or another hard piece of ass, but in her mind, there was really only one option. Held in Amélie's limb, safe and unassailable, as they both lived in the afterglow of their luxuria, she felt the blanket of sleep weirdie upon her, drawing her down into its comforting depths where she willingly sank.

It was some time later when Lena let out a calm footling whimper and stretched her arms out above her point, feeling the lovingness of the duvet enveloping her as the sleepy fog of her mind began to slowly melt away.

She lay, without opening her center, as the memories of the day before seeped in through the back away dreams. Amélie. The woman who had conditioned her to obey her commands at a word, 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 flak, she would never have really met Amélie.

Just the thought of Amélie sent Lena's tenderness to flutter and, eager to be in her arms again she rolled onto her side, opening her eyes and smiling, reaching out towards… Where Amélie had been. Lena's smile slipped away as she ran a hand across the sheet of paper where Amélie had fallen asleep, snuggled up close to her, satisfied after their love life.

She lay for a moment staring at the empty pillow in the dim morning lite beside her, the lovesome colours spilling in through the cracks in the window blinds indicating it was early morning, perhaps even sunrise.

Sitting up slowly she ran a hand through her hair, pushing it up into her preferred fashion as she glanced around for any indication of her new fan, but saw no foretoken. For a here and now her imagination ran a picayune groundless. Maybe Amélie had used her, had manipulated her somehow ?

She felt a doubt crawl into her. A condemnation Amélie had said yesterday bouncing back into her anxious mind, ‘ And I can mean of no greater victory than this. To own you. To make you mine ’. Had she played into Widowmakers plans last night ? Had this been it all along ? To lure her in with the frontal of Amélie then leave her doubting everything about herself ?

Feeling her anxiety rise she scooped herself up from the bed and, casting her gaze around, found something to cover her lithesome nakedness with. The discarded T-shirt wouldn't cover very much, but she found herself in a bit of a hurry.

Cautiously she pushed open the door to the bedroom and poked her head out, glancing around as she held the hem of the jersey down, protecting her modesty as she slipped quietly into the hallway, padding barefoot towards the main aliveness room and kitchen area.

As the space came into opinion she stopped, looking across towards the window where the first warm rays of the morning 's light poured into the room, obstructed only by the lithe defenseless contour of Amélie as she sat perched on the windowsill, her long hairsbreadth loose as it hung down her vertebral column, her hired hand raised, clasped around a steaming tweed porcelain cup.

For a moment Lena stood in amazement, drinking in every slender billet, every enticing curve, the voluminosity of her diffused breasts and the memorable spate of her thick turncock resting against one of her off colorise thighs. Lena bit her lip as Amélie glanced her way, her yellow heart half closed, still large with sopor, but her voiced smile was genuine in the affectionateness it radiated towards Lena.

"Hey love…"Lena said gently, a warm smile touching her lips as her anxieties all but vanished, her unfounded reverence replaced only with desire and adoration.

"Mm, good morning… join me ?"Amélie's voice was mild and loving, her expression hopeful as she cocked her head to one side, a few strands of her dark hair cascading from behind one ear where it had been tucked.

Lena nodded and moved over towards her, Amélie lowering a leg to establish the girl quad on the tolerant sill to descend. Lena sat down, shuffling backwards till her spine was pressed to Amélie's abdomen, one of the charwoman 's handwriting, hot from the cup she had been clasping slinking around to catch one's breath on her stomach just under her T-shirt, caressing her.

list back Lena felt the mild swell of Amélie's bare, sun-warmed white meat jam against the back of her mind and she looked out the window, admiring the sunrise as Amélie took a passing sip of chocolate, holding her in a comforting arm.

For Amélie, who had spent so long alone now in life, she had never dreamt her programme of kidnap and conditioning would head to this, would lead to Lena snuggled willingly against her as she drank umber in the early sunrise sun. It was witching, in its own fiddling way.

Cuddled together they both thought about what was in store for them in the time to come, how they would take a crap it work, the doubtless challenges and issues they would face along an unsure way of life. But without having to speak a word, they both knew this was where they wanted to be .