Nope, let's go for round 2.

"I should get going now." Widowmaker said and got up. With the crotch out of Tracers face, the brunette was finally able to breath freely again. Her breath strained and heavy formed a word.

„Wait. “ Widowmaker turned around, one eyebrow raised in question as she looked the roughed up hero. “What is it, little girl?” the question echoed in Tracer’s head. Why did she call out to the assassin? Did she not orgasm and freed herself from the ecstasy for now? Her still tingling crotch remembered the feel of Widowmakers tongue and Tracer touched herself and tried to simulate the pleasure she had felt just a moment ago.

The lust was still burning in her. “Please don’t stop now.” Tracer pleaded as her fingers rubbed her wet snitch.

Seeing the heroine masturbating, her hair an even greater mess than usual, her face wet from Widowmaker’s own juices and begging for more pleasure. The view made Widowmaker smile and she walked back to the table, crawling back over Tracer’s body, their faces closing in on each other.

Tracer had expected a kiss but the assassin’s mouth worshipped her neck instead. Moaning filled the room once again as Widowmaker gently pushed Tracer’s hand away to finger the brit herself. Then a sharp sting, Tracer squealed as Widowmakers teeth sunk in her neck. It wasn’t enough to draw blood, but it would certainly leave a mark.

The blue sniper journeyed below, towards Tracer’s breasts, leaving bite marks along the way. Simultaneously Widowmakers hand continued to gently caress Tracer’s pussy, contrasting the pain with sensual pleasure. The heroine was stuck between the two different forms of pleasure, one caring and kind, promising safety, the other one rough and wild, promising much greater pleasure at the cost of her moral.

In the meanwhile Widowmaker had reached Tracer’s nipple, sucking it, her tongue making little circles around the sensitive flesh. For a few moments the contrast wasn’t there and Tracer relaxed under Widowmakers soft caress. Then the spider bit again.

The tongue retracted and was replaced by Widowmakers teeth, but she didn’t stop there. The nipple clenched in her jaw she pulled her head back a couple of centimetres, and all of Tracer’s tit followed. The brit let out a sharp scream. Widowmaker looked up and smiled at her. “I told you I bite.” She said and laughed, repositioning herself to give Tracers other tit the same treatment. She was stopped by sudden jerk of her whole body, which made her fall forward. Their faces now only centimetres apart, Tracer was captivated by the look of Widowmakers surprised face. Behind that face towered the nightmarish silhouette of the Reaper.

“I thought I would join in on the fun.” The ghastly voice said and thrusted his cock deeper into Widowmakers vagina. The sudden pleasure made Widowmaker squeal and moan. To make matter worse the new position made it so that Widowmaker’s leg would rub along Tracer’s pussy every time Reaper thrusted. The women moaned as Reaper effectively fucked the both of them.

Tracer couldn’t take her own inactivity anymore and she pulled Widowmaker in for a heated kiss. The raven haired beauty didn’t expect that and her eyes widened in surprise as her situation had now drastically shifted. Instead of teasing Tracer she now was attacked on all fronts, the mercenary fucking her from behind and the heroine had locked her in a kiss, Tracer even had started to fondle her breasts.

The pleasure proved too much and Widowmaker freed herself of Tracer’s greedy lips as she screamed out in her second orgasm. But Reaper didn’t care, he fucked her mercilessly, his hard cock burning inside her own cold but wet vagina.

Being fucked roughly through her orgasm threatened to break Widowmakers pride as she prepared to plead for mercy. Luckily she was saved by Tracer. “Please.” The heroine shouted, “Please fuck me, I need you inside me.” Reaper stopped. The mercenary pulled out of Widowmaker, who let out a sigh of relief and rolled over. She watched as Reaper pushed his cock into Tracer, the brit’s back arched back, her teeth clenched she let out noises of wild pleasure.

A wild fucking ensued. Reaper gripped Tracer by the hip and pulled her in as he thrusted continuously, the heroines legs hanging limp over the edge of the table only tensed periodically. And she screamed. Echoes of pleasure reverberated through the room and Tracer could feel her own climax coming close.

Her toes curled up as Reaper, sprinting towards his own release, sped up. Her tits jiggling, her back arched up once again, her screaming intensified as the first wave of her orgasm hit her like a wave of cold water. Her fingernails scratched over the surface of the table as all of her muscles tensed up.

“Cum, Cum, Cum, CUM” Reaper shouted, quickly pulling his cock out and spreading his seed all over the heroines body. The semen hitting her skin sent shivers up her spin as she basked in the aftershocks.

Widowmaker gave the tainted heroine one last kiss before she got up and walked over to her clothes. “Oh by the way.” Reaper said and zipped up, he didn’t even bother to undress, “I have no idea how to fix your chronal thingy, I am a soldier not a scientist.” Tracer just nodded normally she would have attacked him right now but she was way too tired for that. “Athena will reactivate in about 10 hours, I advise you clean up in the meantime. With that he left, Widowmaker in tow.