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Tracer groaned and flopped face-first onto her bed. It had been a long day. She hadn’t expected Talon interference in the mission, but it wasn’t a complete surprise. And, of course, Lena was more than prepared to handle it. The brunette was normally so vivacious and full of energy, but today had worn her out. She hadn’t even bothered to remove her outfit when she got home, aside from kicking off her shoes. She gripped a pillow and pulled it under her head as she nuzzled against it and let out a long, exhausted sigh.
The brunette was on the cusp of sleep when she heard the curtains rustling from a slight breeze, and felt a biting chill in the air. Had she left the window open in the main room? It hardly mattered. No one would dare break into a flat on the fourth floor. Tracer would deal with it later… after at least a little sleep to rest her weary body.
But then her ears perked up again as the gentle sound of a heel thumped against the hardwood floor. However, Lena didn’t need to lift her head to know someone was there. She could smell the other alpha’s strong, yet needy scent. The brunette inhaled deeply, finding herself somewhat confused by the contradictory information that her senses relayed to her. Tracer could never forget the scent of her enemy, though. Simply being in the presence of it triggered a low level of aggression within her. The brunette wasn’t sure if it was because she was simply so exhausted, or her mind was playing tricks on her, but there was something about the scent that aroused her at the same time.
The scent grew stronger, and Tracer finally reacted as the easily audible footsteps hammered against the floor. There was simply no way this was Widow, with as much noise this person made, never mind the overwhelming aroma of the Talon alpha. The brunette hurriedly sat up and spun around, only to see the purple-skinned assassin leaning against the door frame to her room. Her normally smug and cocky grin was nowhere to be seen. Instead, Widow looked desperate, judging by the thick bulge that ran down the thigh of her form-fitting outfit. Almost every detail of the sniper’s massive cock was visible against the tight material. Her chest rose and fell with every heavy and labored breath. A deep blush covered her cheeks, making her purple skin more of a violet shade as the Talon operative longingly stared at the Overwatch pilot.
Tracer was in awe of the other woman. She had always known Widowmaker was an alpha as well, but she had never seen her in rut. After their clash today, the British woman was confused by Widow’s currently docile demeanor, though. Tracer had completely embarrassed Widow by dodging every shot, and ripping through each Null Sector soldier with ease. It was almost as if neither of her enemies had shown up at all.
The Talon sniper nibbled her bottom lip as she took a slow step forward. Tracer glared as her vision quickly darted back and forth in search of some kind of trap. “What are you on about…?” She suspiciously demanded while not moving from the bed.
“I need… you,” Widow said as she took another step forward. It was obvious it took every ounce of willpower not to throw herself at the Overwatch alpha. Her nipples were painfully hard as they pressed against the fabric of her top. “P-please,” the French woman groaned as she took another lumbering step forward. “I’ll do anything you want…”
The brunette was uneasy, but stayed in place as the assassin moved closer. “Right,” she scoffed, “Like I would ever help you. And you’re getting awfully close. Not sure you want to start a tussle with me in such a small space. Especially after what happened earlier today…!” Tracer chuckled.
“Oui. Earlier today,” Widow looked so helpless as she eyed the brunette and took a deep breath, “I missed every shot on purpose. Watching you made me wish I could be with you…”
The pilot scoffed. “You’re bloody mental… Asking to get with another alpha? And one that’s not even on the same team—so to speak. That’s just a bit daft, innit?” She narrowed her eyes, but the closer the other woman came, the more Lena realized her enemy’s needs must be legit. The Talon sniper didn’t have her helmet, rifle, or wristbands on, making her marginally less of a threat. She did have a small backpack, which Tracer could only assume was where the gear was stored.
The French alpha sank to her knees in the middle of the room and placed her palms against the floor. “Je t'en supplie, pitié!” Widow groaned and arched her back. She lifted her head and hopelessly stared into Tracer’s eyes, wishing for any kind of pity to be taken on her. “I can not take care of it myself…”
“I would,” Tracer felt a bit awkward as she stared at her enemy, “I really would, but, uh, I’m not exactly the kind to be on the receiving side of things, if you get my drift…” She would have almost hoped this was a trap of some kind, considering how awkward it was to watch Widow humiliate herself as she groveled and begged for sex like some kind of needy, clingy omega…
“N-no way…!” Tracer’s eyes lit up as she finally understood the French woman’s odd amalgamation of scents. While the sniper was certainly an alpha, there was a little whiff of omega with it that wasn’t quite concealed by her strong alpha pheromones. It was an impossible combination, but that had never stopped Talon from their twisted experiments before? “They…” the pilot paused and narrowed her eyes as she spoke, “made you into an alpha…?!”
“P-please…” The desperation in Widow’s eyes never faltered. It was obvious that this pained the assassin to beg, especially as she glanced away. “The mission lasted too long… I… I knew I was due to be in rut soon, but I thought I had time… I thought I could ignore it even if it did happen…”
Tracer nervously nibbled her bottom lip as she felt the slightest twinge of sympathy for her enemy. She was a Talon agent, but here she was, on her knees and asking for help. The brunette finally eased off the bed and carefully approached the kneeling woman. With her hands on her hips, she anxiously examined Widow, as if waiting for a trap to go off. “You’re in my flat, kneeling on my floor, and begging for my help…? You’ve lost the plot, yeah? Not enough blood getting to the old noggin anymore?” Tracer glared at the woman as she taunted her in an effort to rile the assassin into exposing the true nature of her visit if there was one.
Widow’s cheeks burned brightly with shame as she remained kneeling. She blinked as she watched Tracer cautiously back away in the direction of the main room of the flat. Her focus shifted to the British woman’s taut ass as she eventually turned around. Widow loved the way Tracer’s outfit clung to every curve. She purred, and her cock pulsed with need while all of her urges and senses continued to contradict each other.
The pilot apprehensively approached the window with the idea that it could still be a trap of some sort. It would certainly be one hell of a setup, though, but she couldn’t just assume the price of an agent’s pride was something that Talon wouldn’t freely sacrifice to achieve their goals. The put on a stern face as she stepped into the hallway again. She had expected to see Widowmaker, still kneeling in her bedroom, but the woman was nowhere to be seen.
Already on the defensive, the brunette used her ability to blip around the apartment in search of the assassin. She hadn’t found her yet, but there was one place she hadn’t checked. Tracer hesitated for only a moment before she flung the door to her bathroom open and quickly zipped backward to put some space between herself and the unknown.
The assassin stood there with her eyes wide in surprise as the door was so violently opened. She was completely naked in front of the mirror. Her skintight outfit had been discarded on the floor, along with her heeled boots. Widow’s hair was no longer in a ponytail, and hung loosely, coming down well-past her rear. A pair of black, costume cat ears adorned her head, and there was clearly a black tail hanging from her ass. Widow’s cock was completely on display and jutted outward, right over the bathroom sink. The same embarrassed blush remained on her cheeks as she maintained eye contact with the brunette.
Lena arched a brow as she tried to get over the shock of finding the Talon agent naked. She couldn’t ignore the heavy, needy scent that wafted out of the room, though. With the concentration of Widow’s pheromones, the scent hit the brunette all at once. The enemy’s alpha aroma stirred aggression within the Overwatch operative, but Tracer couldn’t deny the enticing allure of Widow’s needy, omega scent.
The awkward moment continued as the two stared at each other as they wondered which one would make the first move. Tracer tentatively nibbled her bottom lip for a split second before she blipped again. In an instant, she stood behind the assassin and pressed against her. With the added weight of the brunette, Widow had to grab the sides of the sink in order to stop from slamming into the bathroom mirror. The French woman gasped as she stared into her own eyes, and was forced to endure the shame she felt from going to such lengths to seduce her enemy.
“Wow,” Tracer smirked as she whispered into the other woman’s ear. “And I thought you wanted to poke me with that thing of yours… Turns out you’re just an omega at heart, all the way through, hm?” The brunette slid her fingers along the purple-skinned assassin’s sides, trailing up along her ribs and under her breasts before giving the supple flesh a possessive squeeze. She pinched the dark purple nubs between her thumbs and pointer fingers before tugging and massaging the sensitive flesh. Widow’s pheromones sent the pilot into her own instinctive rut as she molested and ground against the assassin.
A lusty groan of pleasure slipped from Widow’s lips while she arched her back and rubbed her perfect, round ass against Tracer’s crotch. “Baise-moi à mort,” the blushing sniper moaned as she turned her gaze away from her own embarrassed reflection, and focused on the brunette’s instead. The pilot didn’t know French, but she could easily infer what the assassin had said by her lustful tone and the way she continued to submissively lean forward, presenting herself to the other woman.
Tracer gave the Talon agent’s breasts one last squeeze while she leaned against her. Since she was this close to the other alpha, Tracer was inundated with Widowmaker’s constant, overwhelming scent as she buried her nose against the soft flesh of her neck and breathed heavily. Her heart raced as she savored the other woman’s scent. She should have found it displeasing, but there was certain addictive element to it that made her want more.
A lusty giggle sounded from the British woman’s mouth as she slowly pushed her teeth against Widow’s neck. It was merely meant to tease, but also give the woman ample opportunity to stop Tracer if she really wanted to. Instead, the assassin tilted her head to the opposite side, giving the brunette full access to her neck. There was another little giggle, and Lena finally sank her teeth into Widow’s neck. Widowmaker shut her eyes and whined at the slight bit of pain, knowing that she had been marked by her enemy.
The French woman shivered as such overwhelming pleasure caused every nerve to tingle. Even as Tracer pulled her mouth away from Widow’s neck, the lingering, pulsing sensation was only amplified as the woman’s tongue flicked along the little drops of blood where she had marked Widowmaker. Breathing heavily, she whispered into the assassin’s ear, “Is this what you wanted…?” The warm breath against her ear forced another shiver from Widow and she softly moaned.
“Good,” Tracer playfully nipped at Widow’s ear before pushing away from the desperately horny alpha. “In that case, I’ll be right back…!” Lena accented the last word by slapping the Talon agent’s ass. The purple globes jiggled from the impact and Widow let out a sudden gasp. Before the French woman could truly get over the impact, the Overwatch pilot had already returned as the bathroom flashed with bright, blue light.
Widow stared into the mirror, noting that Tracer was now as naked as she was. She felt the warmth of the other woman’s hips against her rear. “Hope I didn’t keep you waiting too long!” Tracer giggled as she slapped Widow’s other ass cheek, making it wobble from the impact as the matching, red handprint appeared. “I should have known you were really an omega with an ass like this,” Lena teased. “But that’s okay! I’ll show you just what Overwatch is capable of.”
The assassin desperately needed release. Her eyes widened as both ass cheeks were suddenly slapped, forcing yet another moan from her open mouth. That was hardly the most shocking thing, though. In an instant, she felt a tightness around the base of her cock. Glancing down at the throbbing length of purple dick, she saw a pair of silver rings tightly digging into the member. It trapped the blood in place in her dick, making her arousal much more pronounced. And yet, she knew that even if she could climax, she would never be able to release like this.
“Do you like my little present?” Lena smirked as she leaned against Widow’s back again. The assassin felt Tracer’s hard length pressing against her rear while she reached around and stroked the assassin’s throbbing cock. “I figure, as horny as you are, I doubt you’d last a minute… and that’s no fun! I need to make sure I can thoroughly enjoy myself!” She grabbed the tail of the plug and lightly tugged on it, putting just enough pressure to make the assassin whine. And with a harsh yank, the plug emerged from Widow’s ass, covered with a copious amount of the omega’s slick.
Widow moaned and she arched her back. She wanted the pilot’s thick cock inside her so badly. Tracer’s dick slid up and down the crack of the Talon agent’s ass, rubbing along the slick-covered entrance of her rear.
“You’re so ready for me…!” Tracer happily moaned. The assassin nibbled her bottom lip. “That’s okay, luv,” the brunette continued, “I’m here to help,” she slowly ground against Widow’s ass while she teasingly stroked the assassin’s cock. She stopped her fingers at the head of the assassin’s dick and rubbed her palm against it in a slow, circular motion.
“I guess now is as good a time as any to tell you,” Tracer whispered in Widow’s ear, “I’m recording all of this…” She smirked and nipped at the French woman’s ear again, then glanced upward into the mirror’s reflection. The assassin instinctively moaned, even though she was alarmed that she was being recorded. Her eyes followed Tracer’s line of sight, only to see a small, pocket camera hastily placed on a shelf. The little light on the front of it was red, signaling that it was already capturing every moment of her humiliation. From its current placement, it had a perfect view of Lena’s naked body, as well as Widow’s from the mirror’s reflection.
The shame that flooded the assassin was far more than she had ever anticipated. She had expected some embarrassment from this scenario, but this was far beyond what she was prepared for. Not to mention, there was now be video evidence of this encounter. If anyone ever found this…
“Well?” Tracer smiled. “Beg for it, and maybe I’ll give you what you want.”
The Talon agent groaned as she ground her ass back against Tracer’s crotch. She needed this so badly. There was no denying that the brunette’s own rut had been set off, considering her own dick had emerged and rubbed against the Talon agent’s ass. However, Widow didn’t want to chance it if the Overwatch operative suddenly decided to turn her away. “Please,” she whispered, “I need it…”
“Aw,” Tracer scoffed. “You can do better than that!” She slapped the assassin’s rear again. “You want it, right?” Lena eased away.
Widow whimpered, but immediately spoke up. “Please! I want your big, alpha cock! Shove it in my ass! Claim me! Make me your little bitch…!”
The brunette smirked. This was going even better than she ever imagined. “Such a good bitch,” Tracer cooed. “So, you want this? My big knob right in this slutty little hole?”
“Oui…!” Widow groaned and arched her back, fully presenting herself to Tracer.
“Gonna be a good little omega, then?” Tracer smirked and rubbed the head of her dick against Widow’s tight, slick hole.
“Y-yes!” the French woman moaned and pushed her hips back, only for Tracer to ease back as well in order to keep her dick from pushing inside.
“You’ve gotta say it first,” the brunette commanded.
Widowmaker whined. She looked at the reflection of the little red light of the camera for a moment as she thought it over. She couldn’t believe what she was about to say. “I’ll be a good little omega bitch for you! P-please! Just use me…!”
“Hmmm,” Tracer giggled. “Since you asked so nicely...!” She gripped Widow’s wide hips and slammed forward with all her might, plunging every bit of her length into the assassin’s wanton rear.
The purple-skinned woman cried out in pleasure as Tracer’s big dick plunged into her. Each thrust caused Widowmaker’s ass to bounce against the brunette’s hips. Her own cock swayed back and forth with every impact while just the slightest amount of precum dribbled from the head. The French woman gripped the edge of the sink for stability while she was pounded, and stared at her own lust-drunk expression, knowing every bit of it was being recorded. Each needy little moan and jiggle of her tits was captured on video.
It felt so amazing, but then Tracer stopped all of a sudden. Widow breathed heavily and glanced into the mirror, only to see the brunette grinning at her. “I’m the alpha here. Maybe you should do all the work since you want it so badly…” Lena smirked.
Widow shamefully groaned, but she was in no position to argue. She pushed back and a deep, pleasured moan poured from her lips as Tracer’s dick slid into her once again. Her ample ass helped her bounce against the other woman’s hips. Each impact sent a ripple through her jiggling ass cheeks. Her own breathing intensified again as she approached climax. It felt so amazing to submit to Tracer, and to have some amount of control over her own orgasm. Just as Widow approached her peak, Tracer pulled out completely. The French woman gasped from the sudden feeling of emptiness while a mix of pre-cum and slick oozed from the assassin’s winking hole.
Widow breathed heavily and looked over her shoulder. The brunette smirked as she dominantly stood there, as if she hadn’t been tortuously teasing the purple-skinned woman the entire time. Tracer grabbed the assassin by the hips and quickly spun her around so roughly that she stumbled and fell onto the floor. With her bubbly ass on the tiles, she was confused as she glanced up at the brunette. Lena only grinned down at her while she gripped her lube and pre-cum covered dick and stroked it as she stepped in front of the woman again.
“Wh-what—” Widow paused for a moment as she realized what was expected of her. The deep purple on her cheeks grew darker with embarrassment as the head of her enemy’s dick pushed so close to her face. She nibbled her bottom lip nervously, but she still felt so inclined to obey the other alpha’s unspoken command. Timidly, she opened her mouth and took the tip of Tracer’s dick between her lips. As she lovingly suckled on the head, she was assaulted by their mixed flavor. The Overwatch operative tasted exactly how she smelled—like lust and adrenaline. It only made Widow want her more. She bobbed her head back and forth on Lena’s dick before the brunette grabbed her by the back of the head and painstakingly took her time as she slowly slid more of her cock into Widow’s throat.
Tracer was fascinated as she watched the French woman’s eyes flutter while inch after inch of her dick disappeared between the villain’s quivering lips. She couldn’t help but to smile, even as a few black, mascara-infused tears trailed down Widow’s cheeks. The assassin’s throat wildly spasmed around her dick while the entire length was buried in the Talon agent’s mouth. Just as the pulsing actions slowed and Widow began to lose consciousness, Tracer pulled back.
The assassin gasped and coughed while sloppy strings of saliva trailed from her lips and chin, and onto the tip of Tracer’s dick. Widow breathed heavily as she recovered from being gagged by the other alpha’s cock The hero giggled at Widow as she further teased the assassin by slapping the head of her dick against her face. Even still, Widow licked her lips in anticipation of sucking Tracer off again.
“You really are something,” Lena incredulously commented. She slapped her cock against Widow’s face one last time before picking her up with ease and heading back to the bedroom. Tracer dropped the assassin onto her bed, then immediately used her power to return to the bathroom to get the camera. In a split second, the red light shone in the darkened room, letting Widow know everything was still being recorded.
This was the first bit of rest Widow had been allowed to have so far, but as the brunette stood at the foot of the bed, the assassin knew this was exactly what she wanted. Tracer was so perfect. There didn’t seem to be an ounce of fat on her lithe, lightly muscled form. Her cock was still hard and bounced in front of her, as if it commanded the assassin to obey. Widow nibbled her bottom lip and slowly spread her legs wide. Her own thick, purple dick was still painfully hard and bound with those rings.
“Such a pretty picture,” Tracer grinned as she crawled between Widow’s legs. She poked the head of her cock against the Talon agent’s rear and pushed inside, immediately garnering a deep moan of pleasure from the woman. “Have you ever even used this?” Tracer smirked as she gripped Widow’s length and gave it a few strokes. “I guess it really doesn’t matter, yeah? Since you already know your place and all…” The brunette powerfully thrust her hips a few times just to make her enemy whine with pleasure before stopping completely. She took a pair of handcuffs that were already attached to the headboard and snapped them onto Widow’s wrists.
Widow was somewhat surprised to be cuffed, but she knew exactly what was expected of her. It hardly even bothered her at this point. “Non…! I’m your little omega slut…! I’ll do anything to cum…! P-please…! Do what you wish with me…!” the assassin begged.
“As if you had any say in the matter,” Tracer growled, now fully in her own lust-induced rut. She grabbed Widow by the hips and slammed forward. The French woman’s eyes rolled back and a satisfied grin crept over her lips as the brunette surged forward, making her feel every bit of that thick length as it stretched her tight, clenching ass. Lena buried her face against Widow’s neck again while she slammed into her without any mercy whatsoever. The echoes of flesh slapping against flesh thundered through the room, and was accented by Widow’s constant moans of pleasure.
Widow’s ass clenched around Tracer’s dick, making the brunette giggle as the assassin wrapped her legs around the other woman’s waist. The Talon agent’s bound dick continued to flop and bounce between their bodies, but Lena didn’t pay the lightly dripping length a bit of attention. After all, Widow’s pleasure didn’t matter in this scenario. The purple-skinned woman’s eyes rolled back while her mouth hung open in pure bliss. This was Tracer’s signal to kick it into high gear. Using her ability, she was engulfed in light as she moved at an impossible speed. The Overwatch operative was more like a machine as she savagely hammered into Widow. The French woman’s moans turned to howls of surprise and pleasure. Her toes clenched against the bottoms of her feet while she desperately attempted to hold the brunette in place, just to slow her down a bit. It didn’t stop the impending orgasm from having her ass fucked, though. Her muscles spasmed and clenched around Tracer’s cock while it continued to plunge so deeply into her rear.
The brunette moved so fast that it was difficult to tell that she was approaching her limits as well. Tracer growled as she slammed into Widow’s tight ass. Her cock pulsed and throbbed within the assassin as her knot flared, locking herself deep within her enemy while thick blasts of jizz flooded Widow. Lena breathed heavily as she thrust forward a few more times, just to watch the other woman’s sated expression and how she winced when Tracer tugged backward, straining her knot against Widow’s well-fucked hole.
The tip of Widow’s cock still only barely dribbled with pre-cum, although it was obvious that she needed more in order to be truly satisfied. Tracer wrapped her fingers around the impressive, bound length and gave it a few strokes, just to watch the assassin whimper and thrust her hips into the air.
“R-remove the rings now?” Widow timidly begged.
The Overwatch operative chuckled and nonchalantly slapped Widow’s cock as she let go, causing the assassin to wince. “Hmm, only if you ask nicely…” Tracer winked. She flexed her cock inside Widow, making the woman blush, knowing that she was still stuck with the brunette until the knot subsided.
The assassin felt so exposed like this. She was completely at Tracer’s mercy with her wrists still bound over her head and that knot still buried within her. “Please,” Widowmaker pouted and blushed as she hesitantly spoke, “Please let me cum.” She already knew that wouldn’t be sufficient, though. “Please allow your bitch to cum…!”
“Oooh,” Tracer giggled as she continued to toy with the woman’s shaft. “So,” she paused and narrowed her eyes, “you’re admitting that you’re mine…?”
The purple-skinned woman rhythmically squeezed Tracer’s knot, massaging the thickness with her ass. She breathed heavily and quickly nodded. Widow’s dick still throbbed with need in Tracer’s grasp. “Mais oui…!” the assassin managed to groan between deep, labored breaths. “I am yours…! I will be your omega. I will do whatever you want…! J-just please… let me cum…!”
The confession was music to Tracer’s ears. She nibbled her bottom lip as she maintained eye contact with the assassin. With a flash of movement, the rings around Widow’s cock were gone, leaving the purple-skinned woman to groan in relief while pre-cum squirted from the tip. Tracer slowly stroked her enemy’s dick while her mouth grew closer to the tip. Widow felt the brunette’s warm breath against the head. It was the sweetest torture. The French woman gripped the long chains of the cuffs in anticipation of what was to come. She stared while her dick throbbed. With the constant teasing, Widow wasn’t sure she would be able to stop herself from instantly cumming.
Lena’s lips gently wrapped around the head of the assassin’s cock. She slowly took a little more into her mouth while the tip of her tongue flicked back and forth along the underside. Widow’s eyes flickered and she thrust her hips just a bit, although she was still stuck in place due to Tracer’s knot. The assassin loved the added pressure and found herself pulling against it while her dick throbbed in the pilot’s mouth. Tracer continued to pump her fingers up and down Widow’s length, smearing the Talon agent’s pre-cum all along the shaft.
Tracer bobbed her head up and down, just focusing on the head of the assassin’s throbbing cock. The pleasure quickly became overwhelming for Widow, though. Her stretched rear clenched and pulsed around Tracer’s knot, giving the brunette just a bit more pleasure to enjoy. Meanwhile, Widow’s dick throbbed as thick, gooey spurt of jizz erupted from the head. Tracer took the first blast to the back of her throat and happily swallowed it down. But she pulled her mouth from the tip and angled it toward Widow as she jerked the assassin off.
With a loud groan, Widow was helpless as she continued to cum all over herself. Thick, white globs of jizz splattered against her chest, stomach, and face. Some of her jizz even splattered into her open mouth as she cried out in orgasmic bliss. Eventually, Widow’s dick spasmed as every bit of cum had been forced from her overworked cock.
Widowmaker breathed heavily. Sweat dripped from her forehead and she tried to recover. After the knot shrank a little, Tracer carefully removed her dick from Widow’s ass, although she continued to idly stroke the purple woman’s overly sensitive length. The assassin clenched as her ass was unplugged, but jizz still leaked onto the bed. Widow blushed as she looked over herself, and the splotches of drying cum that covered her body.
The brunette smirked as she crawled up the bed and straddled Widow’s chest. Her cock still shimmered with jizz and lubrication. Tracer playfully stroked her own cock, letting a new bead of jizz drip from the head before she slapped the thick member against Widow’s face. The assassin winced and closed her eyes while she turned her head to avoid such treatment. The other woman continued to mark Widow with her jizz as she smeared it, along with the assassin’s own wayward shots of cum, onto her purple, blushing cheeks and all around her mouth.
“Wanna go again…?” The brunette grinned and booped her on the nose with her dick before climbing off of Widow’s chest. She casually walked to the bathroom before peeking around the corner. “Feel free to join me if you want. I might even be willing to, uh, try something new… if you can manage to get free, that is…”
Widowmaker blinked. Her cock surged with arousal once more at the thought of burying her dick in Tracer’s delectable ass. She tugged at the handcuffs and panicked. “Allez…! Nom de dieu de merde…” the assassin groaned and wondered just how much time she had to claim that offer…
Widowmaker sat among the gathered Talon agents as they went over the plan for their next mission. Reaper growled behind his mask, briefly drawing the French woman’s attention. She didn’t think anything of it at first, but he did it again, and the woman glared at him with nothing but contempt.
“Qu’est-ce que tu veux? ” she asked with a sordid and haughty snarl.
Reaper growled again as he looked Widow over and inhaled deeply. “That scent… isn’t yours…”
Widow’s eyes widened with alarm and her cheeks turned deep purple. “Th-that’s ridiculous…! There’s no time for such silly accusations. N-now, pay attention to the briefing…” She crossed her arms over her chest and slumped down in her chair as she stared at the screen. Each of her own breaths flooded her nostrils with Tracer’s powerful scent.
Reaper took another deep, exaggerated breath before growling the entire time he exhaled. “I know that scent from somewhere…” he mumbled to himself.
The French woman nervously nibbled her bottom lip as she toyed with the collar of her outfit to make sure the bite marks weren’t visible. She just hoped and prayed her fellow agent wouldn’t figure it out…