Still Alive

Private & Semi-Selective Widowmaker from Overwatch. Please read the rules before interacting! All art belongs to their respective owners.

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 Being both relentless and slightly merciless Amelie continued to lap even through the orgasm. Once it’d stopped rocking Hana the former ballet dancer pulled back and licked her lips. Slowly she moved her way up while leaving a trail of kisses. Finally at the other’s lips another kiss was placed while the french maid picked up the few discarded clothes.

 “Not at all your majesty, but if it’s more of me that you desire perhaps we should indulge further in my room.” She suggested before wrapped her arms around the other’s lower back and rear. “I also recommend wrapping these wonderful legs of yours around my hips. You might slip when I lift you otherwise.”

 It was then that a cruel tease came to mind. A soft nibble came to the Korean’s earlobe.

 “Unless you’d be more excited by getting caught.”

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 “Yes, Your Majesty” Amelie coo’d between laps.

 The amount in which Hana was enjoying this only served to arouse the french woman further. Tongue lapped as fingers plunged in and back out at a much faster pace. Fingers were bent slightly to gently rub upon her inner walls as her ‘maid’ moaned softly into her core.

 Amelie was well aware of the movement above them, and it currently added to her excitement as she continued to pleasure her once despondent lover. If she was aware then Hana was too. The begging for more meant that if this were to continue after all the eating, it’d need to be moved to either of their rooms. The mounting orgasm wouldn’t be denied though.

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—≪🍂≫”Okay, do you think you can beat that shot?”

 “I know I can.” Amelie replied with a tone of confidence. 

  The French sniper looked around for a good vantage before settling on an interesting idea. Using her grappling hook she propelled herself into the air before doing a back flip. While coming out of it Widowmaker steadied her aim and fired her shot before landing with great finesse.

“Does that bulls eye work for you cheri?” She inquired in a victorious tone while carrying a smug expression.

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—≪ ⏪ ≫ “So, how disappointin’ was my quarters? Nothin’ really valuable for yer cause, hm?”

     She entered the room, setting the bag on the couch, resisting the urge to bite her lip.

     “Perhaps ya could even give me some advice on better makeup? Or did ya at least find something you’d like ta eat out o’ my fridge? At least the milk isn’t spoiled.”

        Was Lena assuming? Partly. She had a few hidden cameras in the place, that she had checked via her phone. Was she hurt… No. She had expected this.

 It appeared that she’d been caught red handed. The truth wasn’t something plain on her face which meant there were other means for her to tell. Lena didn’t seem like some kind of complete neat freak who had everything in order which lead Amelie to the only other possibility she could think of; cameras.

“We both know the refrigerator wasn’t touched.” The french woman replied while quickly digging into her bag.

 One thing she quickly noted was the pistol hidden there was gone. The likely culprit was her host, after all the brit was trying her best to break what Talon had done to the poor woman. A soft sigh was let out before clothing was taken into the bathroom. When Amelie emerged once more she returned in a plain white shirt that was two sizes too large and her underwear. Such attire was often her first choice after wearing her body suit for extended periods as it let her skin breathe.

 “After a second glance at your makeup I stand by my initial reaction. You have terrible taste in low budget makeup that only gives you a quarter of the value of what you pay for.” She remarked without holding back. “However, you have an... interesting taste in your enjoyment of rubber ducks. I noticed that one seems strangely purple.”

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—≪ ⏪ ≫”I dunno, luv, maybe I should let ya have ta sleep in the nude ton’ght. I’ll get a good view th’t’s for sure.”

       A chuckle before she did a twirl.

      “O’ course, I’ll be glad ta go an’ get ya bag for ya. Just give me a few seconds and I’ll be back in a blink of a’ eye.”

       With that she saluted, then ran off.

“I’m a vain woman, everything is perfectly smooth.” Amelie answered for a bit of lip service before being left alone.

 She looked about the entry, kitchen and living room of Lena’s apartment. Almost as soon as she was left alone Amelie could feel Talon’s changes to her psyche taking hold in a manner that could only be described as suffocating. With the true woman once more trapped within her own heart and mind Widowmaker began to more thoroughly snoop. Tracer still had her weapon  when she’d left for the bag.

 As the sniper made her way into the hall she made a pit stop in the bathroom to check in there for anything she could. Any information that could somehow aid Talon.

 “What a fool of a woman.” Widow remarked to herself as she noted all of the care products. “Some of these brands aren’t even good. Then again she wouldn’t have invited me so willingly into her home if she were smart.” After throwing out her insult Amelie locked eyes with herself in the mirror and her gaze softened. “... I suppose I am one such fool too Gerard.”

 Hearing what seemed to be the sound of Lena returning the french woman rushed back out to the living room to greet her host. Thankfully she’d been tidy in her search.

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—≪ ⏪ ≫ “I could make a statement or two about th’t, but I think I’ll leave th’t alone, luv.”

     It wasn’t long before they reached her apartment, she unlocking and motioning for her to enter. She took her coat off, laying it aside.

 Lena’s comment brought a tiny tug of a smile to Amelie’s lips. Sexual jokes and comments were nothing new to the sniper, be they to or from her. Even though the britsh woman had chosen not to make her remark, she had a feeling she knew what kind of statement it would be.

 Once they’d made it into the apartment Widowmaker was quick to let her hair down. Her thoughts traveled to her bag. It was a duffel bag that she’d had from the start of her stake out. Some of the contents in the bag included a change of clothes. However in her scuffle with Tracer she’d gone and forgotten it.

 “I forgot my bag on the roof I was sniping from.” Amelie remarked with a sigh. “It had my change of clothes and other possessions.” She explained. “I’ll be left nude if I shed these clothes now. Perhaps you could rush back to grab the bag? It’s purple, wouldn’t be hard to miss.”

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“Mmm, you’re more naughty than I expected your majesty.” Amelie teased between laps. “To think you could spread your legs so much for a humble maid such as myself.”

 Eager to please her more the pace of her fingers picked up and a third finger was added. Given that it was a bit of a tight fit she’d be stopping there. The means of pleasure didn’t stop there though. Moans were added on to the laps and suckling as the maid teased herself through the fabric of her panties.

 In the back of her mind she was planning on where they’d go from here, and one idea came to mind that Amelie found most ideal. An insertable strap on that she could use to please both of them as well as a pair of collars and a leash that’d link them both together. Such things were but a few of the resources she kept in her private box.

“With how wet you are my Queen, I see I’ll have to make sure this tongue of mine leaves you thoroughly clean.”

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 An expression of pleasure is what met Hana’s gaze. Her little nipple stunt had garnered a more prominent moan than before. Amelie extracted her hand from her Queen’s shorts and brought her glistening fingers to her lips. Slowly, and as sensually as possible they were cleaned one by one by being sucked on. When she was done a more dominant smile came to her lips.

 “Oh, I’ll keep a good grip on the reins my Queen.” She assured. “If I’m lucky perhaps our neighbors will know all about how good Queen Hana’s little maid is and be jealous of the fact I’m all yours.”

Amelie withdrew herself from her lover’s lap where her uniform was stripped to give Hana a good view. This left her in just the stockings and lace panties that she was wearing. From there Hana’s bottoms were pulled off. How wet she’d gotten them only served to make her smile more. firmly grasping at her rear the young woman was scooted closer to the edge of the sofa before the french maid dropped to her knees.

 Once more fingers were slipped inside and the pace was resumed at a more even tempo. Her lips came to suckle upon the gamer’s clit while her tongue would occasionally cut in to dance upon it as well. All the while Amelie kept as much eye contact as possible. 

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“Your wish is my command my Queen.” Amelie purred.

 The grinding provided the exact encouragement that was hoped for. The maid’s dancer like tempo gave way to a more rough and fast pace. Soft hums and moans of pleasure were let out as Hana suckled upon her breast. It was wonderful to see the young woman letting her feelings shine. Due to the changes in their posture the french sniper brought her free hand to squeeze upon the young woman’s rear.

 “How would you like my tongue to work alongside my fingers?” She mused. “I do have a few ideas in mind depending on how frisky you want to get your majesty. Even to the point of being able to tie myself up.”

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 Amelie moved up once more and gave a kiss followed by a nibble to the other’s lower lip. All the while her finger now properly slipped in. Only one for now. Her pace with it was slow for the time being as she kept the tempo expected of a dancer.

 “Outside of our status as a queen and her private maid there are no differences to fret over your majesty.” She assured. “Our ages, our choices in profession and income. None of it is worth fretting over.” Amelie added before giving another kiss. “You are mine, and I am yours Dasik.”

 A second finger was brought in and with it an increased tempo. Meanwhile Amelie kissed down to Hana’s breasts and finished unzipping her hoodie to fully expose the upper half of her body.

“je t'aime chéri.”

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Hearing one of Hana’s own fantasies brought a playful smile to Amelie’s face. The sniper leaned in slowly while sliding one hand down down her navel and into her shorts. For now her hand gently massaged at her pelvis as she teasingly inched down slower and slower. Kisses were placed from the center of the young woman’s chest up her neck before one more was placed upon her lips.

 “I would be honored if my body was the kingdom you ruled your majesty.” Amelie whispered against her lips. “I’ll gladly indulge in all of your wildest fantasies.”

 Her fingers now slipped low enough to rub at Hana’s clit. There would be a few before she trailed back up to massaging higher. This teasing back and forth continued to happen as the spider woman slide down a little to place a few more kisses at her love’s neck.

 “I know they call you a princess on the camera, but off the camera you are something much greater.” She added against Hana’s neck as the tip of a finger ‘accidentally’ went too far and slipped in a little before being pulled out. “I don’t mind calling you my queen. You have been since we first got together cheri. So tell me your majesty, how may I best service you?” The words practically came out in a purr. This was already much further than anything the pair had done before and Amelie was happy to go even further.

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—≪🎮≫”Do you have any idea… How tempting you are to me right now?”

      Her words only made her feel even more of a want to test out these new waters. She was right. She only be concerned about what made her happy… And one of those things were in front of her right now. 

       She took a breath, before moving to unzip her hood, revealing the fact there was nothing on underneath. The zipper stopped right at the tip of her breasts, given the other enough of a view to see what lay in store… But if she wanted more she would have to work for it.

 “I would hope I am. Sometimes I worry my advances push you away Dasik.” Amelie confessed in a sweet and endearing tone.

 A faint blush came over the french woman’s cheeks as she eyed the display her lover had given her. Hana’s actions were taken as an open invitation to explore.

 Amelie’s hand slid into the hoodie while tugging the zipper down slowly with the other. It was pulled almost all the way down, leaving a few of the zipper teeth snapped together at the bottom. With so much more skin being laid bare for her no time was wasted. She lightly caressed and fondled Hana’s breasts while taking the time to gently massage at her sides and stomach.

 “Is it wrong that one of those fantasies of mine included you being completely naked beneath an oversized hoodie?” She confessed to tease her girlfriend further.

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—≪🎮≫”Hmmm… It’s just been a hard day in the gaming world. My fans were… Strangely receptive to the idea of me having a girlfriend now… Very lewdly so.”

       She swallowed hard, the beautiful woman was so close to her now, seated in her lap and she could even smell her delightful perfume. Many, many naughty things were starting to drift through Hana’s mind.

        Why am I thinking this way and only me being a virgin? God, I’m perverted…

        At least when it came to the widow it seemed that way.

       “Tell me… Do you have any fantasies of us? In a more… Risque way?”

“Of course I do.” She replied without hesitation, her hands now trailing down to her love’s sides. “Fairly often. Especially on nights when I’m alone in bed and I drift to sleep listening to your beautiful voice as you stream cheri.”

 It was an interesting thing to hear. Somewhat unsurprising too. Of course people would eventually come to terms with the fact that a girl they likely fantasized and idolized was in a relationship, but the fact they were already getting lewd about it spoke of their immaturity.

 “Don’t let them get to you Hana.” Amelie encouraged. “The perverse ones aren’t worth your time my love. Streaming makes you so happy, I’d hate to see you take that away from yourself due to the immature and desperate ones.”

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So she couldn’t hide it well at all could she? So much for that. At least her little display of French was heartwarming. Perhaps she had done it for her.

 Amelie brought her lips back against Hana’s. Her kiss was sweet and almost completely thankful.

 “You did a wonderful job Dasik.” She complimented. “Thank you for the wonderful dance.” Widowmaker leaned in after her thanks. “We had eyes following us you know.” Amelie now whispered. “A snow headed man seemed to be watching very closely. I wonder if it’s because I’m still considered a danger or because of you cheri.” She mused.

—≪🎮≫”Oh… He’s basically a dad to me. He’s probably being over protective in more ways than one. I’ll probably get an awkward lecture later. You know how he can be.”

     She felt herself wanting more… One kiss wasn’t enough. Her heart was racing, her cheeks red… She felt so warm. The widowmaker was so enticing… She had to shake herself out of her thoughts, before her mind wandered places it shouldn’t. Places it should stay far, far away.

     “Is there… Anything else you’d like to do?”

“Anything and everything.” Widowmaker replied. “I’ve yet to have more than the handful I spoke of approach me. Seeing your rose tint has me... Wanting.” She decided to leave her remark there to tease the poor girl.

 This was more human contact than she’d ever gotten in Talon. It felt, strange to be able to start feeling again and even stranger to desire personal connections again. Clinging as desperately as she had to Gerard’s memory is ultimately what saved her in her ability to defect.

 Amelie brought her hands to hold Hana’s. Slowly she pulled the other into yet another kiss and an embrace. The poor girl had been left hanging on that wanting comment for long enough.

 “I want to experience more with you.” She confessed, well aware of her wording. “Memories that have been forced into a cold place have forgotten their warmth. Will you give me new ones Dasik?”

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“Oh, I’m only a woman for costumes under two conditions. The pleasure of others and the seduction of others.” Amelie replied with a teasing smile. “I’m pose-able too by the way.” She added with a wink.

 Afterwards she gave a small demonstration. One leg was lifted straight up into the air and held there. It dragged her skirt up a bit, revealing more of her thighs and underwear. She then rolled over, doing it once more. This time it showed off more of her rear before Amelie laid herself flat on her back on the coffee table. There was a big smile on her face as she brought her gaze to lock back onto Hana.

 “A little birdie happened to tell me you had a rough day yesterday and were still down this morning. I simply had to come tend to you and clean up all of that pain.”

—≪🎮≫”I see. And I approve. You have a… Very intriguing way of cheering people up, but I like it.”

       She wasn’t intoxicated enough for this and yet here she was, holding just a mug of hot cocoa. That was about the extent of her drinking. She took a hefty sip, before setting it aside, reaching a hand out to gently rest upon the widow’s buttocks. 

     “So tell me, is there anything else behind this? If I didn’t know better, you might be trying to bed me.”

      She teased, despite her emotional state inside being reduced to a blabbering nonsensical mess.

 Amelie spun herself on the table to where she sat facing Hana. Her hand came down to the mug where she lifted the mug with a playful smile before taking a sip. After setting it back down the woman moved to sit upon the younger woman’s lap. Her hands were brought up to rest on the other’s shoulders before a kiss was placed on Hana’s forehead.

 “There could be if that’s what would make you feel better.” Amelie replied in a tender tone. “I know what it’s like to have a rough day. I know what it’s like to have quite a few rough days. I did when we lost Gerard.” She admitted. “So please, confide in me all the things that trouble you. And more if you so wish cheri.”

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(‘🌸’)  “… Have you come to kill me, then? I sense dark intentions coming from you … grim instructions.” Myrrh shivered, wings ruffling uneasily, hand straying near the dragonstone in her pouch.

“Only if I must.” Widowmaker answered without hesitation. “My orders are to kill you if you run. You fail to blend into the crowd making you even easier to track down. Come quietly cheri, it’s safer for you that way.”

 In truth she wouldn’t mind shooting to kill despite the orders. However, certain people closer to her also had their interests set on this scared girl. That interest was what kept her obeying orders for the time being.

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—≪ ⏳ ≫”You know in some countries that insulting a woman’s coffee could be considered an open invitation for war. Perhaps I am flirting with you, cherie. Heaven knows, you’ve done that plenty with me, little spider.”

    She chuckled amused, reaching out to lightly spank the other’s rear, before sitting down, opening the paper.

 An open invitation to war with a side of flirting? That was the perfect way to describe everything that had gone on here since Amelie was put in Fareeha’s charge. The first few nights were admittedly rough. After all she still had moments where the other woman would wake up with Widowmaker atop straddled atop her in preparation to kill her. That was happening three nights a week. Now it’d been reduced to once a month. Even if Amelie recovered she’d probably still do it just to mess with her.

 The spank brought a playful smile. She couldn’t return the favor for now, but she would definitely make sure to when Fareeha’s least expected it. It was Tracer, or rather Lena’s, idea that Widowmaker tried to keep to first names and familiarity as she thought it might help.

 “The paper has the same boring news in it as it always does.” She commented in a bored tone. “Death, destruction, more death. The Obituaries.” Sure the phrasing was a morbid sense of dark humor, but the French woman didn’t care. “How long will I be kept under house arrest? I’ve not left your home since I first set foot in it. Are you trying to keep me all to yourself Amour?”