Yes, no problem at all

Apparently this was one of Talons smallest facilities. No soldiers, no traps just some automated turrets. Which would be a problem if somebody sounded the alarm.

But no one did. Of course Reaper was out for like another minute but that guy on the speaker should at least be suspicious by no, right?

“Well, I am gonna take the gift.” Tracer said and accelerated out of the facility.

2 hours later and after making sure she wasn’t followed Tracer finally sat down at home. She let out a sigh of relief and …. Something else? Tracer felt something dwelling inside her, something that had been pushed down by the rush of adrenaline. Raising her eyebrows she started to strip, surely a shower would cool her down.

“Mhm.” A small moan, Tracer was confused why would she moan in this situation? That’s when she looked at the jeans in her hands. There was a giant wet spot in the crotch area and now it dawned on Tracer.

She was fucking horny. The lust washed over her as the rest of the adrenaline subsided and left her panting. “Oh god, that fucking Reaper.” Tracer said as she used a curse for the first time in months. “He told the truth.” But she didn’t have time to brood over that. She had to do something against this raw primal lust.

Tracer quickly peeled out of her remaining clothes, except for accelerator, the cloth rubbing over her skin made her shudder. Tracer then kneeled at the floor, as her legs could barely support her anymore. Sitting there carried by her lower legs body still upright, she cautiously slid one hand around her body, starting at her mouth, sucking her index and middle finger before venturing downwards, following the line of her neck, over her breasts, just barely grazing the nipple. A soft moan escaped and she now used both of her hands to play with her breasts.

But that did nothing to satisfy the brunette, instead of giving her relief she just ventured deeper into lust. Still something about it just felt right so she left one hand there as the other one continued the journey down her stomach along her legs and ended in her bending forwards and resting her upper body on the floor while her bosom was raised into the air.

In the heat of the moment she used her now unoccupied hand to slap her arse. It merely had any impact but it did the trick and Tracer’s moans grew louder. She slapped her ass two more times before she realized what she really needed right now.

Both of her hands now wandered to her crotch. Slowly they crept towards the folds of her sex. “Oh dear God.” The time travelling brunette mumbled as she came in touch with her vagina, her breath getting ever more heated. Finally, using the hand she previously slapped her arse with, to spread her pussy lips, she pushed to fingers into her sex.

“YES.” Tracer screamed, the last bit of hesitation crumbling away in the torrent of her lust. Her crotch was already so wet, as evident from the jeans, that she had no trouble to start at a ridiculous pace. After two hours of continued power usage her whole body just screamed at her to finally orgasm and Tracer was hell-bent to deliver. The wet noised of self-satisfaction echoed in the room as Tracer went faster and faster to reach the end.

Still faster, Tracer pushed in and out of herself. But something was missing. Tracer rolled unto her back, now rubbing her pussy franticly while her remaining hand to find something to grab on too, finding nothing. In the end Tracer decided to simply rub herself of with both hands, a slight change in her position and…

Electrical torrents cursing through her body, Tracer had completely forgot to touch her clit as her brain completely shut down from the sheer pressure of lust. But now that her body was reminded of that important fact the rest was pure instinct.

Fingering herself with one hand while the other rubbed her clit finally got her approaching her orgasm, her fluids, which staining the floor already, began flowing once again as she used her hands in frenzied movements.

And then it came. Her orgasm washing over her like a tsunami of pure bliss. Her hips buckled up as she screamed her lungs out, “Aaaaaaaaaaaaah, YES, bloody YES.” And a squirt of liquid hit the floor. Still rubbing herself to get everything out of the orgasm she continued to moan in sweet release.

You could hear wet noises as Tracer squirted a second time, her hip still in the air but barely holding herself as she lost control of her limbs. A third time she squirted, this time with much less fluid.

With her orgasm over Tracer collapsed into the puddle of her own juices. She drew a few more heavy breathes before she fainted.