Shamchat - Sombra x Futa!Widowmaker

Futa! Amelie "Widowmaker" Lacroix: Cool hands trailed over Olivia's neck as the younger woman worked. "You should be sleeping, Sombra."

Sombra: She had heard the intrusion into her room, though not especially concerned with who it was. There was a limited cast of who would bother her this late. Still, it was hard to supress the slight shiver, at the feel of cool hands against her. "Shadows don't sleep much...nor do spiders, apparently."

Futa! Amelie "Widowmaker" Lacroix: It had been some time since Amelie's last treatment, so her touch was just a little warmer than normal, and Amelie herself a little more affectionate. "But that does not mean they shouldn't get sleep."

Sombra: She shifted her head slightly, violet eyes no longer focusing on the screen before her, looking up to the blue-skinned sniper. "I'll sleep when I sleep. Besides, Akande wanted these things done, and he always wants it done five minutes ago..." she sighed, arms outstretched in front of her as she realigned her back.

Futa! Amelie "Widowmaker" Lacroix: She moves her hands down, helping straighten out her back and apply a little pressure. "How much more do you need to do?"
Sombra: She shook her head, leaning back into the other woman's hands, sighing happily as everything shifted back into proper position. "Enough done to probably stop for awhile..." she admitted, eyes closed. "Why, you have a better offer?"

Futa! Amelie "Widowmaker" Lacroix: She slid her arms around her, pulling her back against her chair, pressing her face into Olivia's neck. "I'm cold..."

Sombra: Her head tilted to the side as the sniper got settled, before resting her cheek against the glossy dark hair gathered at the crown of the woman's head. "Quite a problem...maybe we should warm you up, then..?"

Futa! Amelie "Widowmaker" Lacroix: She'd schedule a treatment with O'Deorain in the morning, before her next mission, but for now she was just focused on Sombra and her warmth. She continued to hold Olivia, breathing softly and slowly. "That sounds excellent."

Sombra: After a moment, she slithered out of the lean arms surrounding her, to be able to get up. She stretched once more before stepping closer to the sniper, taking the cool blue hands into her own dark-skinned ones, leaning in to the slim woman for a moment. "I kind of like you like this, carina...like you have a personality again. Makes me wish I knew you before, sometimes."

Futa! Amelie "Widowmaker" Lacroix: "I don't remember much of it." She slid her arms around Olivia, pulling her into her chest. "I just remember my husband and dancing. The things I loved." She sighs softly, blinking and resting her head on top of Olivia's. "I can't even miss them."

Sombra: "You still move like one...graceful, pretty. How you stand, sometimes." She murmured, her arms resting around Amelie's waist, a warm palm settled at the small of her back. "I'm not sure what I can do to help you, as far as the remembering goes..." Or even if the sniper would remember this for longer than a week, the hacker was a little fuzzy on how it worked.

Futa! Amelie "Widowmaker" Lacroix: "It doesn't matter now. I belong to Talon, I will be used by Talon, I will be programmed by Talon." She rubs Olivia's back softly, nuzzled into her hair. "But I will enjoy this."

Sombra: It was probably one of the least hopeful things she had heard in a long time. She couldn't really imagine it. Talon might have bought her services, but it didn't own her soul. She was still an autonomous being. Still, she kept her comments to herself, her lips lightly brushing against the breastbone of the taller woman, pulling her a little closer.

Futa! Amelie "Widowmaker" Lacroix: Amelie was dressed lightly, in a dark nightgown that barely reached her thighs and that had fallen fairly far open at the shoulders. "I think I would like to go to bed, Sombra."

Sombra: The hacker was nominally more dressed, a long shirt skimming the tops of her thighs, a generous helping of bronze leg showing. "Then perhaps we should. Maybe you'll get me to sleep yet, araña."

Futa! Amelie "Widowmaker" Lacroix: She pulled away, running her hands up Olivia's body, and down her arms, taking her in. "Such a beautiful little shadow... And I've always enjoyed the way you say that..." Whatever toxins normally ran in Amelie's body were obviously lacking at this point.

Sombra: There was a somewhat impish grin on the Latina's face as she basked in the woman's compliment. "Sí, definitely like you like this. I like it when you notice these things." A hand slipped up to the other woman's jaw, tilting it towards her as she rose on to the balls of her feet to press her lips against the cool flesh.

Futa! Amelie "Widowmaker" Lacroix: She didn't flinch back, watching Olivia carefully as she rose up. Her hands moved from the hacker's arms, to her hands, to her sides, and to her hips, pulling her a little closer and kissing her back.

Sombra: She stepped into the woman, coaxing her to move back until she would have felt the edge of the hacker's bed against the back of her legs. The shadow might now have an ounce of grace compared to the willowy spider, but there was a certain efficiency in her movements, as the hand at Amelie's waist slipped lower, fingers a teasing brush over blue thigh.

Futa! Amelie "Widowmaker" Lacroix: Amelie made a soft noise as her legs touched the bed. She broke the kiss and smiled, sitting down. Her hands came to Olivia's thighs, pulling her gently down into her lap, feeling the taut muscle under her cool fingers. "Come here, my little shadow~"

Sombra: She was careful as she settled herself against the woman's thighs, her knees digging in to the matress on both sides of her. Her hands slipped to the long dark fall of her hair, running carefully through the silky strands. "And what are you goinb to do with me, now that I'm here..?" She asked, a playful lilt to her accented words.

Futa! Amelie "Widowmaker" Lacroix: Amelie's hands stayed on Olivia's thighs, stroking them gently and subtly pushing her skirt up, wanting to see more of her soft, dark skin. "I can think of several things I'd like to do with you, but I won't be making the first move unless you ask me to."

Sombra: "I'm always looking for new ideas." She chuckled softly, resting her hands against Amelie's shoulders as she dipped her head down to kiss at her collarbone, a slight nip pf her teeth. "You always do what everyone else wants...or maybe you want to be a little spoiled..?"

Futa! Amelie "Widowmaker" Lacroix: Cool hands found their way to Olivia's rear, gently starting to knead and squeeze her cheeks. She couldn't help but scoff, smiling a bit. "I'm a French countess, little one. I exist to be served and spoiled. At least, I did once."

Sombra: "Pardonnez-moi." She quipped, offering the woman a saucy wink even as she arched into her touch. Her hands dropped, tugging the other woman's nightgown enough to rest palms against bared legs, her fingers soft against the woman's inner thighs. "Would milady like for me to go down on her until she screams?" She smirked a little, leaning forward to kiss her.

Futa! Amelie "Widowmaker" Lacroix: She can't help but roll her eyes, letting Olivia open her nightgown fully, exposing her soft mounds and bulging underwear. "You are welcome to try, but I doubt the capability of a shadow to make me scream. I'm not a scared little girl anymore."

Sombra: "And who said anything about screaming because you're scared?" There was a devious little light in her eyes as a hand gently palmed the front of the other woman's panties. "I don't think I've ever gotten it that wrong before."

Futa! Amelie "Widowmaker" Lacroix: She purrs, leaning in to kiss her neck and pressing into the warm, soft hand on her cock. "I could also just have you below me like a real shadow. See how long it takes me to make you scream~"

Sombra: There was a noticeable shudder that ran through her at that dark little offer, as her fingers curled around the hardening cock in her hand, a gentle squeeze. "I might like that, actually..." she conceded, her free hand rising to cup one of Amelie's breasts.

Futa! Amelie "Widowmaker" Lacroix: That shudder certainly got a rise out of Amelie, the older woman kissing at Olivia's neck. "Would you like that, little one? To be pressed underneath me while I see how much you can take~" Her body arched dramatically into the warm hand on her breast, the older woman moaning.

Sombra: "Oh, I'm pretty sure I can. Maybe I'll even let you fill me up, let you watch yourself drip down my thighs." She lowered her head to the other breast, her breath warm for that moment before descending on a dusky nipple, her tongue rolling over the sensitive little bud.

Futa! Amelie "Widowmaker" Lacroix: One of Amelie's hands moved to Sombra's head, holding her tightly against her breast as she moaned. She rocked up against Sombra, panting heavily as warm lips encircled her nipple. "I want you out of everything but that adorable little skirt~"

Sombra: For a long moment, she stubbornly remained as she was, enjoying the sound of the sniper being more than a little out of breath. But she did, the nipple between her fingers getting an impertinent little tweak as she slipped out of Amelie's lap. Her hands made short work of her top, revealing herself to be braless. A bit more slowly, almost coy, her hands rose up under the skirt to pull her panties down, smoothing the material against her thighs as she stepped of them.

Futa! Amelie "Widowmaker" Lacroix: For all of Sombra's slow, teasing movements, Amelie was having none of it. She grabbed her wrist and pulled her back, spinning to press the smaller woman to the bed beneath her. She used her hips to force Sombra's apart, making her skirt ride up and expose herself. "Are you ready, little one~?"

Sombra: She sucked in a sharp breath at the sudden action, blinking almost innocently up at the other woman, violet eyes half-open as she studied her through long sooty lashes. She shifted her feet, framing the other woman between her parted thighs, even with the slightly swollen flesh unkindly exposed to the air. "See if you can make a shadow scream, mi araña."

Futa! Amelie "Widowmaker" Lacroix: "Oh, I know I could~" She spoke ominously, letting her thick shaft rub against Sombra's tight backdoor before lining up with her puffy, full lips. "But I think here will be more fun, no?" She chuckled, pushing her hips forward and penetrating the younger woman.

Sombra: The passing threat had not gone unnoticed, even as she arched her hips at the deliciously slow drag of the head of Amelie's cock running against her. It was almost surprising, the sudden thrust forward driving a few inches of cock into her, a soft hiss of air as her thighs tensed against Amelie's hips.

Futa! Amelie "Widowmaker" Lacroix: She rubbed her sides gently, staying there and letting Olivia adjust. "That's it, just breath and relax my precious, perhaps I can use you elsewhere later if our lack of sleep persists."

Sombra: She sighed, her thighs slowly relaxing against Amelie's hips, even rolling forward to take in more of her. Her eyes fluttered shut as she gave a nod of her head, her cunt squeezing in a decidedly deliberate manner.

Futa! Amelie "Widowmaker" Lacroix: She began to thrust again shortly, holding Olivia's hips steady until she hit Olivia's cervix with a few inches to spare..