Yes.

Mercy leaned over to Tracer and whispered into her ear. “It would be an honour.” Tracer was surprised about how willing Mercy was. The platinum blonde laid one hand on Tracers left breasts and massaged it, her thumb playfully rubbing over her nipple. Tracer enjoyed the gentle touch, so much more caring than the rough sex she had up until now. She felt Mercy’s mouth on her neck and jerked upwards. What about the marks Widowmaker’s bites had left on her?

Tracer looked down herself and found nothing. Mercy’s miracle healing must have gotten rid of them when she had healed her earlier. Freed from her worries Tracer looked at the clock. If she remembered right the effects of her chronal accelerator would hit her every second now.

Mercy paid no mind to any of that, instead she interrupted her gentle caress and undressed. The tank top was quickly gone and left Tracer. Mercy wore no bra and her c-cup breasts jiggled freely, pulled slightly downwards by gravity, as the Swiss turned around and got out of her pants.

Tracer got to marvel at the beautiful sight of Mercy’s arse. It was not as juicy as Widowmaker’s, but nevertheless it was incredibly sexy and a luscious view. Now Mercy had nothing left on her except for her white panties, which stretched as she bent over. Tracer understood the invitation and got closer.

The Brit placed her hands on Mercy’s arse and gave it a soft squeeze as she rubbed the soft flesh. Her thumbs hooked under the fabric of the panties her hands travelled down the longs legs of the miracle healer. Her journey ended at Mercy’s foots, the panties now hung from Tracers hand and she threw it of the bed.

Mercy smiled as she turned back to Tracer, “You horny yet?” she asked and pushed Tracer into the sheets. “Yes, but not because of the accelerator, love.” Mercy’s smile grew as she planted her mouth on Tracer’s. A series of kisses followed, their lips interlocked and parted in intervals, their tongues only touching slightly as more and more strings of saliva connected the two heroines.

Mercy stopped for a second, her face hovering only centimetres above Tracer’s. The older women blue eyes, were filled with lust. The dam broke and Tracer could feel her whole body flushing as the lust of the modifications filled her body. Not willing to wait for Mercy the Brit pulled her in for a heated kiss. Their tongues danced furiously, Tracer’s hand on the back of the Medics head, not willing to let her go as Mercy herself explored the curves of her body.

Tracer could feel Mercy closing in on her pussy and her kiss grew more demanding, pulling the Medic in even deeper. Sloppy sound filled the house, accompanied by moans as Mercy finally touched Tracer’s vagina. The moans were muffled by the continued kiss, but Mercy knew what she had to do and she inserted two fingers into the times travellers cunt.

Tracer’s scream nearly broke the kiss, but Mercy was as unwilling to stop as Tracer was and kept their lips together. Tracer’s free hand, which had messaged the healer’s breast up until now, repositioned to Mercy’s pussy. Now both of them were moaning into their opposition’s mouth as they were finger fucking each other.

When the kiss finally broke Mercy pulled back and set upright, her hips above Tracers. “Let’s change this up a little, shall we?” Tracer bit her lip and nodded, she watched as Mercy pushed one of her legs under Tracer. In the new position their pussies rubbed against each other with every moments of their hips. Mercy leaned back in the bad, as to not take a dominant position and both of the women started to frantically rub their crotches together. They moans filled the room as they watched each other over their intertwined bodies, their crotches glistening in the daylight that fell through a nearby window.

Both of them were already close to orgasm from the hot action they had enjoyed in the previous kiss and it didn’t take long before Tracer filled herself on the edge of release. “I am coming.” She screamed, her movements growing more hectic. Mercy followed suit, the grinding of clit against clit grew louder and Mercy screamed as her own orgasm announced itself.

Both of them came in the same moment, their muscles tensing as wave after wave of pleasure hit them. Their arched up backs trembled, causing their lower lips to keep rubbing against each other through the orgasm, multiplying the pleasure. But eventually their orgasms died down and they collapsed on the bed.