Trip down memory lane.

“Let’s take a little tour, shall we?” you ask. Tracer nods, understanding that she doesn’t exactly has a say in the matter. You unfroze the memories and changed them to show Reaper In different positions.

“It all started when he caught you. At first you didn’t believe him but after your spectacular escape. Well, you know.”

The memories changed again, now showing the scene of Tracer touching herself in the very first haze of her modifications. You see Tracer’s face flush red as she sees herself masturbating. You hover closer.

“Look at yourself, so lost in the ecstasy.” You whisper as the Tracer on display orgasms. Her fluids tainting the floor as she collapsed into them and fell asleep. The real Tracer started to rub her legs together, the stain from her previous orgasm was growing again.

“I still didn’t believe it at the time.” Tracer said, her eyes fixated on the display. “That’s right you needed another week to realize, but then you had a rather fun clash with a certain policemen.”

You showed her the scene, how she threw herself at the policemen. How she blew him and finally how she rode his cock, commanding him to slap her. A quick thought and you heard Tracer gasp in surprise, you had just linked her feelings to the memories.

“It felt good then, didn’t it?” You ask and watch as Tracer writhes in the air under the **** of her past pleasure. “It still feels good now.” She panted. You close in until only an arm’s length is left between you.

Tracer had started to touch herself. Her breaths heavy from the dual pleasure from the memories and her own fingers massaging her clit. A small jerk rippled through her body every time the policemen in her memory slapped her arse.

Then her memory came and the original with it. Tracer screamed into the void as she experienced the overlapping pleasure of two worlds. You halt the memory as she slowly calmed down until you hear her whisper something.

You pretend not to understand. “What did you say?” you ask deviously. Tracer’s eyes regain a little bit of focus, locking with your avatars. “Don’t let it stop.” She says with determination. “Let me feel all you have to offer.”

That’s all you needed. Her clothes disappear at your command, leaving her completely naked for the first time in years. You pull Tracer into your embrace as you resume your retelling.

“Next was Athena. You had lost the ability to satisfy yourself so she had to help you in rather creative ways.” The scenes show Tracer hanging from the metallic table as the first dildo got inserted into her pussy.

In the same moment you insert your cock, her vagina was already well lubricated from the past minutes and you fill her up in one swift motion. Tracer moaned as she once again felt pleasure overlap. You start to retract gently, as her memories suggest something vibrating inside her.

Slow and sensual, your cock retracts and enters her again in soft motions as Tracer’s movements grow more heated from the pleasure, demanding more than what you give her. You are willing to give in but wait for her memory to kick it up a notch as well.

You watch as Athena switches the dildo for a bigger one, and smile as the real Tracer under you groans under the added length. Together you and past Athena fucked Tracer senseless. The time-traveller tensed up as the memories of light shock rippled through her muscles. Her eyes had glazed over and right now she had only one desire, which she screamed out. “I am coming.” Her shout echoed through the space, as she came once again.

Her body was covered in sweat, glistening in otherworldly light as her back arched back. Toes curled up and her hands closed around yours like iron claws as she went silent, her mouth still wide open in an unheard scream.

But you didn’t care, with godly stamina you fucked her thoroughly, her body started to spasm after a few seconds from the continued **** on her senses. Eventually her orgasm faded but the aftershocks still rippled through her body, making her a mess, saliva dripping from her mouth and other juiced flooding from her lower one.

Your movements lose momentum as you slow down and eventually come to a halt, letting her breath for a couple of minutes.

“Well, I would love to retell the whole story this way, but if I continued Winston would find you with a broken mind when you return.” You say. “But I will give you one more present before I return you. Tell me, which heroine would you like to fuck right now?"