A new master for Widowmaker

Amélie took the initiative and pulled Nikki’s hands away her from ass. She sat down on his lap and wrapped her arms around the back of his head, pulling him deep into her chest. She was gifted in a lot of different places, but she was bottom heavy to be sure. Even so – her breasts were perfect, without a hint of sag between them. Her skin was cool to the touch. Nikki felt pimples emerge on his own skin as the cold-blooded killer kissed his forehead.

“I can give you a very special ride,” she explained, “If you’d like.”

Nikki’s cock couldn’t have been any harder. Amélie slipped her hand down to the front of his boxers and fished out his hard shaft with a faint smile. It was a healthy length and girth – in contrast to his feminine body. Not that she would have been left wanting even if it was small. Amélie had not felt an emotional attachment to another person like this in years. It was completely irrational and she knew it. She had only just met Nikki; they were essentially strangers, and the sophisticated brainwashing techniques that Talon had used on her should have dulled her emotions.

Yet here she was, wishing above all else that Nikki would take her and turn her into his woman. She wanted to spend every waking moment with him, to wake up in the morning and see his smile, to satisfy his sexual urges, and of course – to protect him from anyone who’d wish to do him harm. That was something she was very good at.

She could feel his eyes all over her body, “You’re so hot.” Amélie smiled and slowly impaled herself down onto his waiting member. Just like the outside, her insides were cool as well. Nikki shivered as the chilly tunnel clung hard to the outside of his cock.

Without moving the rest of her body, Amélie began to swing her hips up and down on Nikki’s turgid prick. She started at a slow and steady pace, working him up before unleashing the full power of her trained and genetically modified body. A wet slap echoed through the room as Amélie lifted herself off his shaft until only the tip remained and slammed it back down. Nikki felt her perky cheeks jiggle and ripple with each thigh bruising swing of her hips.

His hands didn’t know where to go. The harsh curvature of her back, complete with the intricate black spider tattoo that sprawled across it. Her bouncing butt-cheeks, that were so large and perky so as to appear fake from a distance. Or even her wonderful thighs – a taut combination of muscle and fat. Nikki settled for Amélie’s butt, sinking both hands into the wonderful flesh and pulling them apart.

Amélie moaned gently as she felt her new lover and master playing with her body. If she was going to be a possession, she didn’t mind if it was for him. As long as he was happy with her she was willing to do anything to earn his approval. Sex and ****, there were just paths to the same goal. She felt the need to urge him onwards, to be even rougher with her slutty body.

“Play with me as you please!”

Nikki did not disappointed. Her entire body tensed as she saw his hand rising into the air. It came back down with a thunderous clap. She could feel it. That was what mattered most to her. She knew that his handprint would be burned into her flesh. A mark of ownership that meant more than any of the tattoos or spoken words she had shared when she was a member of Talon.

Her legs burned as she bounced up and down on his lap, trying to **** the tip of his cock even deeper into her core. Each stab flooded her mind with pleasure and erased her loyalty to Talon and her old masters. They could never hope to make her feel as good as Nikki did. Nikki was going to use her to her full extent. As sexual relief, and as a killer. It was everything she could have asked for.

Her hands clutched the back of his hair, her nose inhaled the smell of his sweat covered body. Before she knew it, her plush lips were locked onto his. She opened her mouth and allowed his tongue to enter her palette, showcasing her submission and further enhancing the burning feeling in her chest. It had been so, so long since her last orgasm, but now she could feel herself tumbling over the precipice with immense ease.

Nikki wasn’t far behind. The sex was wild and primal – with Amélie riding him like a bronco until his legs started to hurt. He didn’t care about lasting long. He’d have every chance to give Amélie all of the orgasms she deserved in due time. He needn’t worry. Amélie was already squirting onto his lap as he climaxed himself.

He pulled down on her one last time and locked her into place. Nikki felt his cum shoot fruitlessly into her waiting womb. Strand after strand of steaming hot cum blasted against her cervix. If she were not already rendered infertile, Amélie would have been knocked up for certain. The idea lingered in the back of Nikki’s mind as he came back down from an incredible climax. The lovers were robbed of breath, another kiss to seal the deal.

Nikki pulled Amélie back onto the bed with him and relaxed. Amélie happily coiled herself around his left arm and purred like a hungry tiger. Her jiggling tits were the best possible things to feel against his skin.

“I haven’t done something like this in years, not since my husband…” she trailed off.

Nikki reached out and took her hand in his. Nikki had to take a moment to collect himself after such a hard mounting. Having a woman who could break his neck on command using her body to do nothing but please him was a rush to the budding ego that had been implanted in him by Olivia. Amélie didn’t show any particular emotion on her face, for all he knew she didn’t reach her own orgasm during the process.

“I know you’re not going to hurt me, Amélie. So just enjoy it.”

“I did, unfortunately – that enjoyment has spilled forth onto your sheets.”

Nikki glanced down to the wet patch that had appeared at the foot of his new bed. He was so engrossed with breeding her that he hadn’t even noticed! That was one worry taken off of his mind. They both slipped off into a comfortable sleep for a while, but Nikki was restless – he found himself awake in the early hours of the morning as his mind raced with ideas. He was excited to make use of the app again, to bring another amazing woman into his little harem and spoil her rotten with his ill-gotten gains.

“You’re awake?”

Nikki turned to face Amélie, whose piercing yellow eyes cut through the darkness like a knife.

She chose to speak on an entirely different topic than his performance in bed, “This app that Sombra spoke of, it allowed you to bring us to you?”

Nikki nodded, turning to face her on the bed, “Yeah. I just press a few buttons and whisk you away to here, which isn’t your original world… I hope you’re not upset.”

“I do not have the time to be upset, with that said – these circumstances are significantly more pleasant than those I experienced at Talon.”

“Uh, that’s great!”

“Are you planning on bringing others to this world?”

Nikki had to take a moment to consider his answer. He’d be a damn fool not to take advantage of the situation, but Sombra and Widowmaker already covered so many bases. Olivia had made him wealthy beyond his wildest dreams, and Widowmaker was beautiful, fucked like a tiger, and could protect him physically from whatever threatened to harm him. Not to mention that a lot of the girls on his watch list were from Overwatch. Sombra indicated that she didn’t mind sharing with them, and Widow would surely consent if Nikki desired it.

The real issue was how those Overwatch women would react themselves. Sombra and Widow were special, and they were both willing to put the past behind them and move on without much prompting. Could he say the same for Tracer? Or Mercy? He dug out his phone from the pile of clothes on his side of the bed and opened the app.

“I don’t really know. Depends if they’d be willing to live with the both of you.” He navigated to Tracer’s page and investigated her traits. The most notable of which was the ‘lesbian’ trait under her sexuality, she was not attracted to men. Nikki already knew that was the case, but did it prohibit him from picking her out for himself?

The app had told him that he could purchase changes for his girls. He pressed on the small icon under her sexuality. It opened out into a longer list of sexual orientations, ranging from heterosexual, to lesbian, to bisexual and even asexual. By the side of each option was a price listed in charming pink gemstones – some kind of premium currency sold by the app. All of the prices for this change were the same, one-thousand of them.

He backed out of that menu for the time being and delved into another, the ‘relationships’ page. It opened up into a complicated web that showed the faces of several different people who Tracer knew. There was a pink line connecting her to her girlfriend, and blue lines to her friends and family. Red lines indicated enemies and rivals. Olivia and Amélie were highlighted in yellow, an indication of relevant parties to Nikki’s harem, both had a red tether attached to them.

Nikki pressed on one of the images and opened another list of options. Nikki could pay to change the status of their relationship in a similar way to changing their sexuality. He could make them believe they were family, friends, enemies, lovers or soulmates. Or he could be taken to that person’s profile to start the cycle all over again. The more intense emotional bonds were more expensive.

“It seems like them hating you won’t be a problem,” Nikki pondered aloud, “I could just make them like you…” Nikki’s eyes bulged as he finally pressed on his gem balance and saw the prices for the first time. The numbers were shifting from moment to moment, but he could tell from a glance that fifty gems alone would cost him over a million dollars. “Holy shit.”

It made sense given how much cash Olivia was bringing in with her criminal activity…

“Whatever you decide to do, I will follow,” Amélie concluded, “Entrapping that irritating fly in my web may be enjoyable after all.” Tracer and Widowmaker sorting out their differences in bed, that sounded very good to Nikki.

“Why were you awake, anyway?” Nikki inquired.

“I am programmed to awaken at four-hour intervals. When operating in a team it allows the other Talon soldiers to rest in shifts. Combined with more genetic modifications, I can operate at full efficiency without sleep for a significant length of time.”

“Oh. You can’t turn it off?”

“There is little need to. I may sleep at any time I choose.”

“I get it. Okay. Then, we’ll have to wait a little while before bringing another girl through. I’d need to pay for them, any traits I want, and to change their sexuality and relationships. Until then – you and Sombra are going to have my undivided attention.”

Amélie was flattered that her master was going to dedicate so much time to her. She nodded and snuggled closer to his body, before closing her eyes and trying to sleep once more. Nikki locked his phone and hid it under his pillow for later. The wait would fly by. He had so much to do and see now that he was incredibly wealthy. And sleeping with Amélie and Olivia wasn’t going to get old, no matter how hard they tried.

“Ah, who should I pick next…”