Summoning Tracer

Nikki’s life was fantastic. Waking up between Amélie and Olivia every morning was always a shock to the system, and fucking both of them wherever and whenever he wanted was another. Once he had drained his balls into whichever hole he wanted, the two gorgeous ladies would dress themselves in a variety of modern street clothes or titillating dresses designed to drive him completely mad with lust. He could never keep his hands off of them. Olivia and Amélie didn’t mind feeling his hands touching their perky butts or blatantly groping their tits. They enjoyed being desired by their soulmate.

Olivia was also having the time of her life. Being brought back into the past was just fine by her, because none of her usual haunts had upgraded their security. Every firewall and security protocol was a single worm away from being under her complete control. Normally she would have savoured a challenge but Amélie had made a firm point of ensuring that nothing got past them. Every communication and institution would be monitored to ensure that no harm would come to Nikki.

All of this was contained within the confines of her newly purchased supercomputer – using every top of the line part she could get her hands on. A server farm installed into one of the empty rooms ensured that the immense amounts of data being filtered didn’t cause any problems. Anyone trying to organise something against Nikki would be flagged and pinged to her phone. Then her and Amélie could… take care of them.

Olivia was checking her inbox for any trouble. Thankfully, nobody had noticed anything amiss about his sudden accumulation of wealth. She sighed and slipped her phone into her pocket. She was ready to do some more work. She trotted her way down the large stairs that dominated the central space of the penthouse, only to find Amélie on her knees with Nikki’s leaking cock lodged into her bulging throat. She slammed her lips down to the base again and again, spreading her legs apart to display her flexibility.

Nikki groaned and pushed on the back of her head, squirting even more of his cum into her stomach. Amélie did not complain. The experienced killer swallowed it all without a peep of protest. She pulled back and repackaged his now flaccid prick back into his pants. If there ever was such a thing as too much sex, Widowmaker was trying her hardest to find it.

Whenever Nikki found himself aroused (inevitable with all of the revealing outfits and explicit flirting from Olivia,) Amélie would immediately offer to relieve him. He couldn’t muster the will to say no. Olivia smiled and sat down on his opposite side, squeezing her perky tits into his free arm; the sheer purple blouse she was wearing was thin and exposed the centre of her chest, leaving plenty of braless cleavage on display for her lover.

“Hey Papi, you look like you’re having a lot of fun.”

“Amélie really knows how to take it out of me…”

“I just got done checking on the security system, nothing flagged. I think we’re in the clear.”

Olivia knew it was strange to not feel jealous about Nikki sleeping with other women, but that deeply seated cultural practice of monogamy was drowned out by another, different feeling. Nikki was the cutest, sexiest and best husband she could ask for. She loved the way his cock filled her pussy. He was so good that it felt like a waste to restrict him to just one lover. He deserved more, and Olivia was going to make that dream a reality.

Nikki pulled out his phone. The app was already open on the profile of one Lena Oxton, also known to the public as Tracer. He had diligently been injecting more and more cash into the app over time. Now that Sombra’s hacking income had stabilised, the prices were actually somewhat predictable. Tens of millions of dollars had been used to accumulate the needed changes. Lena was a lesbian with a pre-existing relationship, and she had a hostile relationship with Sombra and Widowmaker. Nikki needed to change her to being bisexual, remove that connection to her girlfriend, and neutralise her hostility to his current harem members.

There was another thing. ‘Chronal Disassociation’ was a unique negative perk that Lena came with. From what Nikki recalled, it was a key part of her backstory. The accelerator harness she wore around her chest kept her anchored into the present day and gave her time manipulating powers. The problem was that she couldn’t get too far away from the thing – if it powered down or left her range, she’d be sent flying into a different time and place without warning.

That was interesting, but Nikki really wanted to see her in a sexy dress and the harness was going to get in the way. Removing her condition was extremely expensive, costing thousands and thousands of gems; more than the total sum of summoning her and making her his lover. Nikki’s patience had reached a boiling point. But he didn’t need to wait any longer. He finally had everything he needed to make the British superhero his personal plaything.

“What do you think about dragging Tracer over here?” Nikki pondered, knowing full well they were going to agree regardless.

“That annoying bitch? I’d like to see you put her in her place, papi. Gag her on this big cock of yours and make that makeup run.”

Olivia punctuated her words by reaching down and groping the front of Nikki’s pants. Amélie offered no further comment. She would do whatever he commanded her to. Nikki laughed. Olivia could be very mean spirited when she wanted to be. That was why he liked her so much.

“She’s going to be a nice piece of ass, and an even better piece of arm candy. How about we dress her up in some exhibitionist outfits and show off that body of hers?” The thought of her blushing and trying to hide from the onlookers was almost enough to make Nikki hard all over again.

Olivia smirked, “Papi, you know just how to talk dirty to me. I’ll make her into a good little wifey for you.”

Nikki and Olivia shared a quick kiss before he looked back down to the app and double-checked all of the options he wanted. Relationships reset to neutral, sexual preferences expanded, and chronal disassociation removed. She’d probably thank him for it while he bent her over and plugged her cunt…

“Alright, here we go.”

Nikki’s heart leapt in anticipation and excitement as he finally pressed down on the confirmation button. A moment later a figure formed in a flash of blue energy in front of her. A very confused Lena Oxton was there with her back turned to him. The orange leggings she wore gave him a fantastic view of her big, juicy ass. He couldn’t wait to have his way with those plump cheeks. She turned to face the noise coming from behind, her eyes widening in shock at the sight of two mortal enemies reclining on a couch with a total stranger.

“W-Widowmaker? Sombra?!”

Olivia waved with her fingers, “Hello, little fly.”

Her accent was very strong, “What the hell is this? What are you doing?” She reached out into the air and tried to summon her twin pistols – but found that something was wrong. They didn’t react. Her powers were gone!

“Hello Lena,” Nikki grinned, “It’s nice to finally meet you.”

“Is this some kind of jammin’ technology? What did you do to me?”

Nikki shrugged, “Something even better than a jammer. I cured you. No more chronal… whatever it’s called. You’re free. No more harnesses needed.”

“That’s impossible. Winston couldn’t even manage that!”

“I don’t know, it seems like he did it to me,” Olivia chuckled.

She pointed to the circular device on Lena’s chest, revealing to her that it has been disabled the entire time. Lena couldn’t believe what she was seeing. Could it really be possible that a total stranger had created a miracle? None of the usual sensations that forewarned her of temporal displacement could be felt.

“You’ve gotta’ be kidding me.”

Now that Lena looked again with clear eyes – she realised just how gorgeous the feminine man seated between Sombra and Widowmaker really was. The curves on his face, the shoulder length hair, the wide, pretty eyes and the kind, welcoming smile. Her cheeks flushed red as a new feeling rested in her chest. It was a swarm of butterflies, just like when she met her now ex-girlfriend. If her saviour was someone as sexy at this, perhaps she needn’t hold back on expressing her gratitude.

But what confused her was the way that Sombra and Widowmaker were acting. They were her mortal enemies, the people she had been fighting against for years! Yet here they were – lounging on each side of that beautiful, wonderful man without a care in the world. Sombra was practically mounting him with how close she held herself onto his body.

“It appears that Tracer is confused about the present situation,” Amélie observed.

Nikki pulled himself away from Sombra and climbed to his feet, revealing himself to be a few inches shorter than Lena was. Lena was finding more and more things to love that she had never considered attractive before. She was stricken at first sight. She wanted to be on his arm just like Sombra was.

“I have something that allows me to do incredible things, like saving you from your disorder. I used it on you and brought you here.”

“And where would ‘here’ even be?”

“To you, several decades in the past. Though it’d be more accurate to describe it as an alternative timeline.”

“The past,” Tracer repeated. That wasn’t new to her.

“To put it bluntly, I really want you to join my harem.”

“Your… harem?”

Nikki pointed his thumbs back to the two Talon killers behind him; “Amélie and Olivia are my lovers. They’ve turned a new leaf and decided to dedicate themselves to me.”

Lena blinked and responded with a blank stare. Was this some kind of joke? Widowmaker was a brainwashed assassin and psychopath – Sombra only cared about getting paid. They were the last two people she’d expect to put themselves into a subservient position! Lena had also noticed that her usual animosity towards them had been dulled somewhat. She could no longer work herself up about seeing them. But, it did sound nice. Being the lover of such an amazing guy, and he did help her escape from her condition. The least she could do was pay him back for his efforts.

“N-No. What the bloody hell am I thinking!” she cried, “You can’t just drop all of this on me! It’s not fair!”

Nikki remained impassive, “Life isn’t fair. I wanted you badly enough to cure you. Whether you accept that or not is up to you.”

Nikki was lying, of course. Lena had **** and no agency. This encounter was rigged from the start. From the moment that her preferences had been modified the game was already over. She was hopelessly and totally in love with Nikki after just a few seconds of speaking with him. The app conspired to summon a Lena that would become his loving soulmate immediately. The rational part of her mind roared in protest as her heart danced in the palm of his hand. Illogical, it was all totally illogical!

So why did she feel so enamoured with him?

Lena looked down to her boot-clad feet. This was what she had always wanted, a chance to move on from her accident. All those years of struggle had finally been rewarded with something. Her hands hovered over the heavy steel clasps that secured the harness to her chest. There was no going back now. She unhooked them with methodical precision until the useless metal device clattered to the floor.

She squeaked in surprise as she felt Nikki’s arms wrap around her in a comforting hug. His voice was like velvet against her ear, “You made the right choice, Lena. Let me show you just how much fun life can be, a life without conflict.”

To anyone else – such a statement would be dripping with malice.

For Lena, it was the single best thing she had ever heard.