COMMISSION: Parlor of the Spider (Overwatch)

Author's Note: Hey everyone! Back with a new full-length story -- this one an Overwatch commission by Mockingbird! It's something of a slower burn, more romance and less kink, which is something I know some of you tentacles have been chomping at the bit for.

Next is the finale of the mimic battle in Dungeons and Dickgirls, and then we move on to my favorite time of year... PATROWEEN! ALL SPOOKY STORIES ALL MONTH LONG!

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‭‭Kthnnk.

Hisssssssss.

The rush of vapor and clunking of rearranging metal was at once soothing and distracting as Hana leapt out of her MEKA suit,‭ ‬the entire thing opening like a complex clamshell to release her from its protective embrace.‭ ‬Another battle won‭ ‬--‭ ‬if just barely‭ ‬--‭ ‬and another battle through which the gamer-turned-pilot had grown more and more frustrated by the instant.‭ ‬Anymore,‭ ‬it seemed like she was scarcely able to concentrate on the fight or on the conflict at all...‭ ‬at least,‭ ‬not when‭ ‬she was on the battlefield.‭ ‬Tonight,‭ ‬she had been.

Sighing,‭ ‬Hana Song‭ ‬--‭ ‬now far better known as the MEKA pilot D.va‭ ‬--‭ ‬set her garage defenses into place and made her way into her apartment from there,‭ ‬idly unzipping the front of her form-fitting white,‭ ‬blue,‭ ‬and pink suit,‭ ‬revealing only a glimpse of petite cleavage to nobody in particular,‭ ‬but letting her skin breathe.‭ ‬She stopped by the fridge first,‭ ‬cracking open an ice-cold can of Mt.‭ ‬Dew before heading to the closet,‭ ‬now wiggling completely free of the bodysuit.‭ ‬She took a long guzzle of her drink and set it aside,‭ ‬reaching for the small medkit inside the wardrobe and administering a spray-on healing agent that immediately soothed the few bangs and bruises she’d collected for herself in the fight.‭ ‬An unglamorous routine,‭ ‬maybe,‭ ‬one she was glad wasn’t publicized.

Slipping into comfortable,‭ ‬mismatched underwear,‭ ‬Hana took another long swig from her drink...‭ ‬then paused when she saw a glimpse of violet at her bedside table.‭ ‬Her blue eyes blinked,‭ ‬and she took another sip from her drink before setting it down.‭ ‬A note‭? ‬But...‭ ‬how had someone managed to...‭?

Her lithe body tensing slightly,‭ ‬she backpedaled to the entrance of her bedroom,‭ ‬sliding away a false panel from which sprang one of the many sidearms she kept hidden around the apartment,‭ ‬a small pistol that she could only hope would do the trick now.‭ ‬Still in only her mismatched white panties and robin’s egg brassiere,‭ ‬she stalked forward slowly,‭ ‬getting closer to the little purple note.

Attached the back of it was a round wad of some kind of adhesive,‭ ‬keeping the note fused to the bedside table,‭ ‬and a quick glance around the room showed its entry point‭ ‬--‭ ‬a tiny hole in the window about the size of a dime,‭ ‬as clean a circle as if a laser’d made it.‭ ‬It had been‭ ‬shot into her house...‭ ‬and a look at the note revealed both how,‭ ‬and by whom.

D.va,‭ ‬should that be what I call you,

Do you ever notice that a spider stops moving when you look at it‭? ‬They watch your eyes.‭ ‬They know when you see them,‭ ‬and become still that you might pay them no mind.

I watch your eyes,‭ ‬too,‭ ‬little beetle.‭ ‬I see where they look,‭ ‬what they see,‭ ‬what they want to see more of.‭ ‬I can show you so much more,‭ ‬mon chéri.

Come to the address on the back of the note.

Hana didn’t need to see a name‭ ‬--‭ ‬between the spiders,‭ ‬the french sign-off,‭ ‬and the deep purple color of the note itself,‭ ‬the person who wrote it was so obvious it may as well have been signed.‭ ‬Widowmaker...‭ ‬the woman who’d been tormenting Hana over the past few months.‭ ‬Every time she showed up on the battlefield,‭ ‬it was like nobody else was there‭ ‬--‭ ‬the blue-skinned beauty would use nonlethal rounds to get Hana’s attention,‭ ‬but when the pilot found her she’d been in some‭ ‘‬compromised‭’ ‬position...‭ ‬maybe laying flat with her backside towards her pursuer,‭ ‬or those full thighs artfully spread just enough to capture Hana’s imagination.‭ ‬When she and the MEKA would attempt to apprehend her,‭ ‬though,‭ ‬Widowmaker would vanish abruptly,‭ ‬only to seize her attention from another angle at another time.‭ ‬Distracting her.‭ ‬Teasing her.

It was Widowmaker’s fault that Hana had been so restless for the last several matches,‭ ‬and the reason she’d felt so listless and bothered on her way home tonight.‭ ‬Like something was unfinished,‭ ‬in her mind.‭ ‬If it was indeed her‭ ‬mind that was so distracted.

She flipped the note around and looked at the address.‭ ‬It wasn’t far,‭ ‬especially not if she took one of her lighter flightsuits to travel.‭ ‬Something in the back of her mind told her she should go,‭ ‬confront the assassin,‭ ‬just to‭ ‘‬put a stop to‭’ ‬this whole thing.‭ ‬The rest of her thoughts refused to confess their own reasonings,‭ ‬but each and every one agreed that putting a stop to anything wasn’t their foremost priority.

Returning to the closet,‭ ‬Hana slipped into a pair of slim jeans and a pink t-shirt with her signature bunny logo on the front.‭ ‬Converse and a light gray zip-up hoodie followed,‭ ‬and she finished her Mt.‭ ‬Dew and returned to the garage to find a small suit and plot‭ ‬her course.‭ ‬Her heart was racing,‭ ‬threatening to beat out of her chest,‭ ‬as she input the coordinates and slipped into the personal-sized stealth mech.‭ ‬What if this was some sort of Talon trap‭? ‬Or a personal grudge‭? ‬What did Widowmaker want‭?

As much as she tried to tell herself to care about the answers to those questions,‭ ‬they remained academic as she set course for the address on the note.‭ ‬She had to go.‭ ‬She‭ ‬had to.

The flight there was quick,‭ ‬and the apartment was right where the note had said it would be.‭ ‬For the residence of an assassin,‭ ‬it was also surprisingly conspicious,‭ ‬more a penthouse than an apartment.‭ ‬Something more suited to a socialite than a sniper.‭ ‬Still,‭ ‬she deposited the flightsuit on the roof and activated its cloaking before making her way inside,‭ ‬searching for the exact room number.‭ ‬Her heart seemed to hold in place for a moment as she lifted one petite hand,‭ ‬balled into a fist.‭ ‬She hesitated one final time,‭ ‬then knocked.

‭“‬Un moment,‭ ‬s’il vous plait,‭” ‬came a voice from within the room,‭ ‬and Hana almost screamed.‭ ‬She was in there.‭ ‬Whatever was...‭ ‬going to happen,‭ ‬was about to.‭ ‬Jeez,‭ ‬what if she was wrong about the teasing‭? ‬What if it wasn’t advances,‭ ‬or just a rival agent being playful‭? ‬What if she ended up looking like a complete and total dork‭?

After what seemed like an eternity,‭ ‬the door opened,‭ ‬and D.va sucked in a breath so sharp and so deep a little squeak escaped her overworked throat.‭ ‬It was her‭ ‬--‭ ‬Widowmaker‭ ‬--‭ ‬in a silk bathrobe.‭ ‬Deep violet with dark,‭ ‬gauzy patterns along it,‭ ‬and from only a quick glance Hana could make out the tips of four claws reaching around from behind.‭ ‬Likely one of the woman’s spider insignias was embroidered on the back.

Of course,‭ ‬it was what was beneath the robe that held Hana’s interest.‭ ‬Creamy blue skin so smooth and soft she almost couldn’t look away,‭ ‬her eyes sweeping from that tattooed wrist,‭ ‬to the slight peek of cleavage,‭ ‬down to those hypnotically long legs.‭ ‬The robe was even short enough that a decent glimpse of knee and thigh could be taken in,‭ ‬and Hana quickly found that if she didn’t avert‭ ‬her gaze she’d look more awkward than she’d even thought possible.‭ ‬Up to the face,‭ ‬then,‭ ‬though that was no less appealing‭ ‬--‭ ‬the sniper’s keen golden eyes,‭ ‬pouty lips and delicate,‭ ‬upturned nose had kept the pro-gamer awake more nights than she cared to admit,‭ ‬and that stream of midnight hair...‭ “‬Uchk.‭”

“Pardon‭?‬” A smile touched Widowmaker’s lips.‭ “‬Have you lost your words,‭ ‬little one‭?”

“N-No‭! ‬Sorry,‭ ‬I--‭ ‬hi.‭ ‬I’m D.va‭!”

“We’re going by our work names,‭ ‬then‭?” ‬the blue-skinned woman arched a brow,‭ ‬leaning one hand against the doorframe.‭ ‬Yikes,‭ ‬on the battlefield it was a lot harder to notice just how much‭ ‬taller Widowmaker was than her,‭ ‬now she felt totally dwarfed by the french beauty.

‭“‬...Hana....‭” ‬she relented,‭ ‬swallowing hard.‭ “‬Were you in the hot tub,‭ ‬or...‭? ‬I-I can leave if you wanted to--‭”

“Amélie,‭” ‬the woman said softly,‭ ‬extending one hand to take Hana’s and guiding her into the brightly-lit,‭ ‬impressively furnished apartment.‭ “‬C’est mon nom.‭”

“Say your what‭?” ‬An edge of panic reached D.va’s voice,‭ ‬but was quickly soothed.

‭“‬Apologies.‭ ‬Amélie is my name.‭” ‬Widowmaker guided the other girl through to the living room,‭ ‬gesturing to a large,‭ ‬black leather loveseat before herself moving to the kitchen,‭ ‬withdrawing two rounded glasses and beginning to open a bottle of dark red wine.‭ “‬I have had you in my sights for some time,‭ ‬you know.‭ ‬Rare that I see you outside the machine you cage yourself within...‭ ‬and I must say,‭ ‬you are even more beautiful in person than I’d anticipated.‭”

Hana stiffened,‭ ‬her eyes going wide for a moment as she remembered the simple outfit she was in,‭ ‬compared to how elegant and gorgeous Widowmaker‭ ‬--‭ ‬Amélie‭ ‬--‭ ‬was.‭ “‬Oh,‭ ‬I just...‭ ‬this old thing,‭ ‬y’know,‭ ‬hehe,‭ ‬ummm...‭ ‬can I get that drink from you‭?” ‬she stammered wildly,‭ ‬almost lunging out for the glass when it was offered and drinking about half of it in a single swallow.‭ ‬It had a strong grapey taste,‭ ‬heady and rich,‭ ‬not like any of the wines she’d tried and spit out in the past.‭ ‬Far from Mountain Dew.‭ ‬Hana wiped her mouth with the back of her hoodie sleeve.‭ “‬I...‭ ‬you’re beautiful too.‭ ‬Like so,‭ ‬so beautiful‭? ‬Like...‭ ‬ugh.‭” ‬Fuck,‭ ‬why was she acting like such an idiot‭? ‬One chance to say something cool or sexy and she was acting like a nervous kid.‭ ‬In her defense,‭ ‬though,‭ ‬it wasn’t like she’d really...‭ ‬been in this situation before.‭ ‬Ever.

‭“‬Mon chéri‭? ‬Is there something else you wanted to say‭?” ‬Amélie arched a brow,‭ ‬sipping from her own glass,‭ ‬keeping her eyes focused on the korean girl.‭ “‬Or...‭ ‬perhaps if you think I’m so beautiful,‭ ‬you’d like to see more‭?”

Without waiting for an answer,‭ ‬the assassin drew out the loose knot in her sash,‭ ‬letting her silk robe slip back around her shoulders before spilling to the floor completely.‭ ‬Beneath,‭ ‬flawless blue skin was wrapped in black lingerie,‭ ‬though so unlike the simple bra and panties D.va had worn to the occasion.‭ ‬No,‭ ‬Amélie wore something that might be seen on a fashion runway or a Hollywood movie,‭ ‬thin black straps rising up from the waistline of her panties to criss-cross along her hips,‭ ‬cradling and accentuating stunning curves.‭ ‬The straps of her brassiere likewise crossed along the chest before wrapping around the back of the neck,‭ ‬leaving the sniper’s arms and shoulders bare and giving her a slimming effect she neither deserved nor needed.‭ ‬The peek of cleavage the robe had provided was now far more...‭ ‬prevalent,‭ ‬too,‭ ‬the lacey black garment showing off the inner and upper slopes of Amélie’s breasts,‭ ‬perfectly separated and symmetrical.‭ ‬It was one of the most beautiful sights Hana had ever seen.

‭“‬Oh my gosh,‭” ‬the gamer girl whispered,‭ ‬eyes distant for a moment as they took in the view.‭ ‬In one more swallow,‭ ‬she finished her glass of wine,‭ ‬trying to will her hands not to shake.‭ “‬This is...‭ ‬you’re...‭ ‬oh my gosh....‭”

“This is why you came to see me,‭ ‬non‭?” ‬Amélie purred,‭ ‬taking a few steps forward‭ ‬--‭ ‬slow,‭ ‬but crossing so much ground with those long legs,‭ ‬her hips swaying as she moved.‭ “‬You have noticed me as I have noticed you.‭ ‬You want me.‭” ‬By the time she spoke those last three words,‭ ‬she had closed the distance and leaned down at the waist,‭ ‬her lips now only a few inches from Hana’s,‭ ‬lips dangerously near.

This was it.‭ ‬Now or never.‭ ‬Her moment to shine.‭ ‬To say something incredible.‭ ‬Hana took a deep breath,‭ ‬hypnotized by those predatory gold eyes.‭ “‬I--‭”

She was abruptly silenced by the feeling of soft lips against her own,‭ ‬fully interrupted by Widowmaker’s lunge forward,‭ ‬closing what little distance remained between them to lock Hana in a long,‭ ‬deep kiss.‭ ‬A muffled squeak escaped D.va’s mouth,‭ ‬then her eyes drifted shut,‭ ‬letting her focus on the sensation of those lips on her own.‭ ‬It held,‭ ‬almost still,‭ ‬for a long moment,‭ ‬before Amélie redoubled her efforts and suckled Hana’s lower lip,‭ ‬then the other edge,‭ ‬before stealing another tender embrace.

Hana’s body was heating up like a furnace from the inside out,‭ ‬not knowing how to handle any of this.‭ ‬It was so simple and so gentle,‭ ‬yet‭ ‬so intense,‭ ‬already she was flushed and panting and pretty sure a few of her fingers had gone numb.‭ “‬Ahhnn...‭” ‬she cooed quietly,‭ ‬finally growing bold enough to press forward on her own,‭ ‬her hands shyly moving to lightly touch Amélie’s hips.‭ ‬She found herself kissing back now,‭ ‬her tongue snaking clumsily from her mouth to brush along the other woman’s lips‭ ‬--‭ ‬the taste of lavender and bergamot permeating her senses as she tasted Widowmaker’s sweet,‭ ‬smooth azure skin.

The kiss paused for an instant,‭ ‬but two mouths remained close enough to share one another’s breath,‭ ‬two hearts beating in close percussion with each other,‭ ‬creating their own rhythm.‭ “‬Let’s get you out of those things,‭ ‬mon chéri,‭” ‬Amélie whispered hotly,‭ ‬stealing another soft kiss before helping to draw up the bottom of the other girl’s hoodie,‭ ‬helping it up over her head to better reveal the sweet silhouette of D.va’s petite body.‭ ‬The assassin continued to peel off her shirt,‭ ‬and though she could scarcely believe it,‭ ‬Hana found herself helping‭ ‬--‭ ‬kicking off her shoes and starting to shimmy free of her jeans,‭ ‬leaving herself in simple,‭ ‬mismatched underwear and her own soft,‭ ‬milky-peach skin,‭ ‬her girlish frame and slight curves a clear contrast against Widowmaker’s more streamlined,‭ ‬mature physique.‭ “‬Even more delicious than I expected,‭” ‬she cooed,‭ ‬hands sliding beneath Hana’s light weight to reach for the clasps of her bra.

‭“‬W-wait,‭” ‬the korean girl breathed,‭ ‬looking up at the other woman and swallowing hard.‭ “‬You...‭ ‬you first,‭ ‬okay‭?”

“Shy‭?” ‬Amélie smiled,‭ “‬Alright,‭ ‬chéri,‭ ‬me first.‭” ‬She sat up entirely,‭ ‬straddling D.va’s position on the chair she sat on,‭ ‬her knees on either side of Hana’s,‭ ‬thighs touching.‭ ‬Biting one lip,‭ ‬she peeled away her top,‭ ‬showing off high,‭ ‬perky breasts,‭ ‬a cup or so larger than Hana’s but seemingly equally unaffected by the molesting hands of gravity.‭ ‬She shifted up,‭ ‬then,‭ ‬onto her knees,‭ ‬slowly shimmying her panties downwards,‭ ‬and it was now that Hana noticed something...‭ ‬odd,‭ ‬to their shape,‭ ‬a certain fullness that was only alleviated with their removal,‭ ‬and the reveal of what dwelled beneath their soft black grip.

Hana’s eyes widened as they took in the sight of the smooth,‭ ‬sizable,‭ ‬and half-erect member that Amélie sported,‭ ‬her mind temporarily scrambling as all of her expectations for the evening were turned on their head.‭ ‬She was filled more with surprise than true shock,‭ ‬as this wasn’t the first time D.va had seen a penis on a woman‭ ‬--‭ ‬some time ago one of her drones had accidentally caught Ana and Pharah together,‭ ‬the mother’s shaft bouncing as she rode on the thicker member of her daughter.‭ ‬Rather than withdraw the camera,‭ ‬though,‭ ‬Hana had continued watching,‭ ‬enthralled in a way as she watched the two make love,‭ ‬and it had been a memory she’d revisited countless times on restless nights alone with her fingers.‭ ‬The fantasy of Widowmaker being similarly endowed had even crossed her mind,‭ ‬though it had only ever been that‭ ‬--‭ ‬a fantasy.‭ ‬Not something she’d ever thought might be true.‭ “‬You....‭”

“Oui,‭” ‬Amélie smiled,‭ ‬shifting completely out of her undergarments and posing in Hana’s lap,‭ ‬leaning in for another soft kiss that stole the gamer girl’s breath from her lungs.‭ “‬Is it...‭ ‬okay‭?”

The brief moment of seeming vulnerability caught Hana off guard,‭ ‬and after a moment of staring blankly she scrambled to answer.‭ “‬Oh o-of course‭! ‬I think it’s...‭ ‬I think it looks incredible,‭ ‬and...‭” ‬she swallowed,‭ ‬licking her lips,‭ ‬hesitating before speaking again.‭ “‬Do you want to switch spots‭?”

“If you want me to,‭” ‬Amélie replied coyly,‭ ‬stealing another quick kiss before backing up,‭ ‬letting Hana stand and moving into her position,‭ ‬now naked on the loveseat with her legs crossed demurely,‭ ‬her girldick gradually swelling to its full size as she watched D.va.‭ ‬The MEKA pilot turned to the side slightly,‭ ‬hiding her small chest as she unfastened the clasps of her bra,‭ ‬sliding it away and shuffling out of her little white panties,‭ ‬showing off her petite backside but,‭ ‬so far,‭ ‬nothing else.‭ ‬When she finally turned around.‭ ‬Widowmaker grinned at the sight of little inward-facing pink triangles marked just above her smooth,‭ ‬hairless slit,‭ ‬matching those on her cheeks.‭ ‬One arm still shyly covered her breasts,‭ ‬but after a moment that too fell away,‭ ‬showing off the swallow swells of pale flesh and stiffened pink nipples Hana sported,‭ ‬a flush of embarrassment heating the pinkness of her cheeks.

‭“‬Can I...‭” ‬she whispered,‭ ‬then bit her lip,‭ ‬lowering herself to her knees in front of Amélie but having difficulty bring herself to ask.‭ ‬Her eyes met the other woman’s,‭ ‬then lowered to the rising shaft of girlmeat the sniper sported.‭ “‬Can...‭ ‬I taste you‭?”

Amélie’s smile touched her lips again,‭ ‬though it wasn’t coy,‭ ‬or playful,‭ ‬but genuine.‭ ‬Warm.‭ “‬Mon chéri,‭ ‬you can do whatever you’d like.‭”

Hana laid trembling hands on either of the assassin’s beautiful legs,‭ ‬slowly guiding them apart like the blossoming petals of a flower‭ ‬--‭ ‬giving a better look at Amélie’s impressive shaft,‭ ‬her smooth sack,‭ ‬and even the narrow blue hole beneath them.‭ ‬That same light scent of lavender reached D.va’s senses,‭ ‬and she found herself licking her lips before finally leaning forward,‭ ‬first pressing her lips to one of Widowmaker’s balls,‭ ‬feeling it jump lightly under the soft kiss.‭ ‬Another kiss was then planted at the base of that thick shaft,‭ ‬then a little higher along it,‭ ‬before Hana finally let her lips wrap around the swollen tip of that mouth-watering length of girldick.‭ “‬Mmmnn...‭” ‬she moaned softly as she suckled that thick crown of flesh,‭ ‬tasting Amélie’s sweet musk beneath the natural oils she’d flavored herself with‭; ‬an intoxicating taste that she wanted more of.

‭“‬Ahhhf...‭ ‬incroyable,‭” ‬Amélie let out a soft,‭ ‬husky moan,‭ ‬spreading her thighs a bit more and bringing on hand to the back of Hana’s head,‭ ‬gently touching and stroking her soft brown hair‭ ‬--‭ ‬encouraging,‭ ‬but not forcing the other girl any deeper.‭ ‬From her clumsy technique,‭ ‬it was pretty clear that the gamer hadn’t done this before...‭ ‬and that thought sent a whole new naughty thrill through Widowmaker.‭ ‬She was already getting what she’d wanted,‭ ‬ever since first getting a glimpse of D.va outside her mech‭ ‬--‭ ‬but to know she’d be the first to send her to the heights of pleasure‭? ‬That was something entirely more special.‭ “‬You’re doing so well....‭”

“Mmphmpm‭?” ‬Hana murmured,‭ ‬not pulling up or away,‭ ‬her tongue rolling around and under the crown of Amélie’s throbbing cock,‭ ‬kissing and lapping at the tip before taking it a little deeper into her mouth.‭ “‬MmmNnn...‭” ‬another moan vibrated through the sniper’s length as D.va pushed down a little more,‭ ‬finally taking the challenge upon herself to truly immerse herself in the taste and feel of the other woman’s pulsating blue rod.‭ ‬Her thighs clenched together slightly,‭ ‬squeezing around her dampening slit,‭ ‬her puffy folds growing more warm and wet as she sucked Amélie’s hard dick.

‭“‬Fff...‭ ‬aaAaahh...‭ ‬there you go,‭ ‬there you go...‭ ‬hnn...‭” ‬Widowmaker found her fingers forming a fist in Hana’s dark locks,‭ ‬clinging tightly as the other girl went down as deeply as possible,‭ ‬a rough coughing sound coming from her throat as she tried not to gag around the french beauty’s shaft.‭ “‬Get me nice and wet for your little pussy,‭ ‬oui‭?”

“Ggllchhkk...‭ ‬mmphh...‭” ‬Hana groaned,‭ ‬her eyes fluttering for a moment as she held Amélie’s shaft as deep in her throat as possible,‭ ‬letting her tongue spiral around the throbbing length until she needed to breathe.‭ ‬Widowmaker’s tease reminded her of what would surely come next...‭ ‬something that both excited and terrified her.‭ ‬Sure,‭ ‬she knew what it’d be‭ ‬like‭ ‬--‭ ‬she’d used a few toys on herself in the past,‭ ‬she wouldn’t be hurt or anything‭ ‬--‭ ‬but actually getting fucked...‭ ‬she didn’t know what to expect.‭ ‬Not really.‭ ‬But if she was going to have her first time,‭ ‬better it be with Amélie than anyone else,‭ ‬right‭?

Finally,‭ ‬she let herself slide up and off of Amélie’s shaft,‭ ‬gasping for breath as saliva streamed down from her lips to drizzle along the tip of that thick blue thing,‭ ‬immediately lunging back upward to lock those same breathless lips against Widowmaker’s in a frenzied kiss.‭ ‬Wandering hands no longer trembled,‭ ‬but clasped a handful of the french girl’s breast,‭ ‬squeezing gently as her tongue twirled and tilted around its opposite,‭ ‬a storm of fevered kissing and nibbling at one another.‭ “‬My my...‭” ‬Amélie purred,‭ ‬licking playfully at the corner of Hana’s mouth,‭ ‬then kissing her again,‭ ‬trailing her own fingers along the MEKA pilot’s chest and teasing one perky nipple.‭ ‬A shudder ran through D.va,‭ ‬and the sniper continued,‭ “‬has your nervousness melted away,‭ ‬chéri‭?”

The response was only a nod,‭ ‬and Hana stole another soft kiss before finally whispering‭ “‬I...‭ ‬I w-want you to fuck me.‭ ‬If you want‭! ‬I mean.‭”

Widowmaker smiled,‭ ‬returning the kiss and then sitting forward,‭ ‬scooping her hands up and underneath the other girl’s petite butt,‭ ‬lightly lifting her and taking a few steps to the wall,‭ ‬pinning D.va against it with another kiss,‭ ‬longer this time.‭ ‬One hand kept underneath Hana’s backside,‭ ‬letting one leg reach the floor but keeping the other elevated,‭ ‬leaving her off-balance and exposed,‭ ‬yet breathless and unresisting.‭ ‬She wanted this,‭ ‬couldn’t imagine waiting another instant.‭ ‬And Amélie had every intention of giving her what she wanted.‭ “‬Oh,‭ ‬I want.‭ ‬I most certainly want.‭”

“Mmmphh,‭ ‬hold on,‭ ‬I--‭” ‬Hana mumbled,‭ ‬trying to get her footing--‭ ‬but her protests were cut short when she felt the tip of that slick blue member press up against her soaked slit,‭ ‬grinding against her for a moment before quickly finding her entrance.‭ ‬It was suddenly elating,‭ ‬then,‭ ‬the feeling of being pinned and off-balance,‭ ‬that Widowmaker wanted her squirming and desperate while she got fucked for the first time.‭ “‬Oh my‭ ‬fucking...‭!‬”

There was a pressing sensation,‭ ‬and D.va felt her pussy slowly spread apart around that big,‭ ‬beautiful rod,‭ ‬so wet and ready that she was able to stretch easily along its length,‭ ‬taking the first several inches.‭ ‬The korean girl twitched and wailed out,‭ ‬squeezing her eyes shut,‭ ‬only to be comforted by another kiss,‭ ‬then another,‭ ‬lips finally fully locking as Amélie held tight to her,‭ ‬one arm around her slender shoulders now as she guided that throbbing cock into her girlhood.‭ “‬Uhnnn...‭ ‬how tight you are,‭ ‬little thing....‭”

“Cause...‭ ‘‬c-cause you’re...‭ ‬so big...‭ ‬eheh....‭ ‬nnmnmm...‭” ‬Hana whimpered back,‭ ‬nuzzling her nose into the other woman’s again and flicking her tongue along Amélie’s cheek and lip,‭ ‬going for another kiss,‭ ‬as if anchoring herself to the assassin’s sweet breath.‭ ‬She didn’t want to be without that security,‭ ‬that reassurance‭; ‬needed to immerse herself in Widowmaker while she took that thick shaft into her pussy.‭ ‬Already she could feel it slowly sliding in and out of her,‭ ‬careful and easy,‭ ‬finding a smooth rhythm that Hana could easily take,‭ ‬and bolts of pleasure were shooting through her body.‭ ‬It was everything she’d expected‭ ‬--‭ ‬no,‭ ‬not expected,‭ ‬fantasized‭ ‬--‭ ‬that it might be.‭ ‬Pure bliss.

‭“‬Haahh...‭ ‬mnn...‭” ‬Amélie moaned softly,‭ ‬flicking her tongue across Hana’s before letting the two muscles wetly entwine,‭ ‬suckling at the other woman’s as she thrust forward,‭ ‬then back.‭ ‬With each easy push of her hips she slid a little deeper into D.va’s honeypot,‭ ‬easing in smoothly back and forth and creating a pace that was gradually increasing with each rotation.‭ ‬The hand still holding Hana up squeezed her perky little butt playfully,‭ ‬while her other slide up the korean girl’s stomach,‭ ‬to her chest,‭ ‬taking one small breast into her hand and giving it an adoring squish between her fingers.‭ ‬She flicked that hard little nipple back and forth,‭ ‬drawing another moan from Hana that she greedily drank in through the girl’s lips‭ ‬--‭ ‬their breaths,‭ ‬sighs,‭ ‬and soft words mingled into a warm mist that never escaped the joined stage of their two mouths.

‭“‬Oh my gosh...‭ ‬omigoshomigoshomigosh--‭!” ‬D.va whimpered out helplessly,‭ ‬her arms wrapping limply around Amélie’s waist to hold her close,‭ ‬groping and squeezing that round,‭ ‬firm butt and using it to hold on to reality.‭ ‬Her own hips rocked forward and back,‭ ‬ramming herself into Widowmaker’s pelvis to better glide her soaked,‭ ‬stuffed pussy back and forth along that thrusting shaft,‭ ‬relishing every instant of it slipping in and out of her eager opening.‭ ‬Already she could feel pleasure mounting inside of her,‭ ‬building in her lower stomach and threatening to crackle explosively through her body at any moment‭ ‬--‭ ‬each thrust driving her closer and closer to that edge of ecstasy.‭ ‬An edge that,‭ ‬when she fell off of it,‭ ‬she had no intention of climbing back onto.‭ ‬Now,‭ ‬she just wanted to stay in this moment,‭ ‬to be cradled and puppeteered and fucked and...‭ ‬possessed in this sweet way,‭ ‬this comforting control that Amélie had wrapped her in.‭ “‬Yesyesyes...‭ ‬harder...‭ ‬harder...‭!”

“If you insist,‭ ‬chéri,‭” ‬Widowmaker cooed,‭ ‬tilting her head to the side to kiss up along Hana’s shoulder and throat,‭ ‬giving the girl what she wanted‭ ‬--‭ ‬her pace increased,‭ ‬the thrusting of her hips growing more intense,‭ ‬pushing in deeper,‭ ‬harder,‭ ‬and faster.‭ ‬A lilting croon of pleasure escaped her as she crushed her lips back to Hana’s,‭ ‬drilling deeply into her tight pussy again and again,‭ ‬becoming increasingly shaken by the sensation of those wet,‭ ‬velvety walls around her aching cock.‭ “‬Ahhhhnn...‭ ‬merde‭~!‬”

“O-ohfuck...‭!” ‬D.va squealed,‭ ‬her eyes going wide as she wailed out into Amélie’s mouth,‭ ‬holding on for dear life and balancing on her tip-toes,‭ ‬pinned against the wall but thrusting and sliding her slim figure against Widowmaker’s,‭ ‬relishing in the feeling of their naked bodies rubbing and squishing into each other.‭ ‬That feeling of ecstasy was building too,‭ ‬now,‭ ‬as that big blue shaft rocked her harder and harder,‭ ‬ramming her tight pussy so fast and so deep that she couldn’t stand it,‭ ‬couldn’t bear another second without screaming.‭ ‬And scream she did,‭ ‬a thunderous wail bursting free of her,‭ ‬echoing off the walls of the apartment as a massive climax tore through her body,‭ ‬electrical jolts of bliss arcing from her core to the tips of her fingers and toes.‭ ‬The slick walls of her girlhood clenched down too,‭ ‬massaging around Amélie’s pumping rod as D.va was reduced to a whimpering,‭ ‬quivering wreck,‭ ‬spasms rippling through every inch of her as she gave in,‭ ‬body and soul,‭ ‬to the most intense orgasm of her life.‭ “‬AhhhhnnYAAaa‭!!‬”

“Sssttt,‭ ‬fuck,‭ ‬nnh...‭” ‬Amélie groaned hotly as she rode through Hana’s climax,‭ ‬struggling not to cum herself‭ ‬--‭ ‬but finally sliding out of that snug hole and allowing D.va to topple to her knees on the living room floor,‭ ‬still twitching and panting from her climax.‭ ‬Widowmaker didn’t even need a few thrusts of her hand to release her own seed‭ ‬--‭ ‬just the pent-up pleasure and the sight of Hana panting beneath her,‭ ‬wide-eyed and flushed,‭ ‬was enough for her to erupt with several jets of spunk.‭ ‬Streak after streak of white cream laced across the gamer girl’s face and lips,‭ ‬some even trickling down to coat her neck and chest,‭ ‬making a mess of her that she only seemed to bask in.‭ “‬Hnn,‭ ‬yes‭!”

“S-so messy...‭” ‬D.va chirped,‭ ‬closing her eyes at the last moment to avoid getting anything in them,‭ ‬and blushing even harder now that she was so thoroughly coated in Widowmaker’s steaming cum,‭ ‬the taste of it sweet and fragrant as it trickled down her lips and into her mouth.‭ ‬The urge to share her bounty was strong and immediate,‭ ‬but with the way her legs were trembling it seemed unlikely she’d be able to stand back up if she tried‭ ‬--‭ ‬instead,‭ ‬she reached her arms up,‭ ‬taking hold of Amélie’s hands and gently pulling the blue-skinned femme fatale down to her level.‭ ‬Lips met in an instant,‭ ‬and the two shared another kiss,‭ ‬this one longer,‭ ‬more intense,‭ ‬and more...‭ ‬flavorful than any they’d shared before it.‭ ‬Creamy strands of spunk connected their lips even when they finally parted of what felt like half an hour of laying naked together on the floor,‭ ‬arms draped around each other,‭ ‬whispering quiet nothings.

‭“‬You are everything I’d hoped you’d be,‭ ‬chéri,‭” ‬Widowmaker whispered,‭ ‬stealing kiss after kiss,‭ ‬her face shimmering with sweat and eyes glowing with affection as she admired the little fly that had ended up in her web.

‭“‬And you’re everything I wanted and more,‭” ‬Hana whispered back,‭ ‬one last little tremble shaking through her before she leaned in close,‭ ‬laying her head on Amélie’s chests,‭ ‬nuzzling the perky swells of her breasts.‭ “‬When can we do it again‭? ‬I have...‭ ‬there’s so much more I want to try.‭”

“A quick shower,‭ ‬I think,‭ ‬and I’ll be ready,‭” ‬Amélie grinned widely.‭ “‬And will be for as long as you need me.‭”

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