The Color of Your Tears
An Overwatch Fan Fiction
by Mooncatx the Bliss Crimson
Slightly AU - Overwatch where Hanzo Shimada did NOT leave Clan Shimada, but instead embraced his destiny as Crime Lord and Clan Leader, and has gone into alliance with Talon. As a reward, Hanzo is given a beautiful and deadly gift.
01. Delight Me With Your Mouth
She wore the kimono well. Standing still, and quiet,her hair pulled up into a single, long, blue black high pony. It curved behind her like an exclamation mark, and exquisite accent to the fine boned, aristocratic beauty. The blue tint of her skin was exotic. She was a treasured orchid… If orchids had razor blade petals. Talon's assassin was a deadly beauty, and that truth made Hanzo desire her all the more. Talon had reached out to him as head of the Shimada crime family and offered him the world on a platter. But what is an empire without a companion? He had known from the first moment he saw her that she would be his. Talon had noted his interest, and gave her to him as a gesture of goodwill. It was done. Now he would show his prize what it meant to belong to Hanzo Shimada.
Widowmaker sighed. She'd been given away. Like a doll in a shop window. Her talents as an assassin now merely an afterthought, since it was her beauty that the Shimada Crime Lord craved. He hadn't even bought her or won her from Talon. They'd simply given her to him, for his desires. She knew he was behind her. His foot step was shadow soft, but she'd come to recognize the sounds of his breath, and the presence of him like quiet thunder.
"My flower." His voice was soft steel. "Disrobe"
She obeyed. Talon had broken her of the thought or will to resist, long ago. When given a direct order from someone who ranked her, she would obey. But she didn't have to like it.
Painted silk fluttered to the ground. She had worn nothing beneath, and stood in only her skin. Even her tattoos had been removed. The lack of her spider totem left her feeling more naked than the mere loss of clothing. Hanzo had found the spider motiff unseemly. She was not even asked if she wanted to keep them. Her now unblemished blue skin shone in the candle light. Oiled and perfumed like a courtesan. She wanted so desperately to kill someone.
Hanzo circled, a wolf ready to mark territory. He might as well piss on her and be done with it.
"You are silent, my flower."
She did not answer. He hadn't asked a question, only made an observation. Widowmaker would not even give him words unless they were ordered from her. Outside she was calm, composed compliance to his will. Inside she raged!
Hanzo chuckled. He could see the his flower had not wilted in the wait for him. She was a beautiful weapon. He would use her well, in many ways.
He shrugged out of his clothes, like a serpent might shed it's skin, leaving them to fall to the floor till he stood naked next to the assassin.
"Delight me with your mouth." He ordered.
Widowmaker's golden eyes burned, but her mouth was sweet, and her lips started at his collar bone, in small kisses, tiny licks and nibbles at the base of his throat, her breath warm and tongue wet, she slowly trailed her attention down his well muscled chest, pausing to swirl the hollow of his belly button, before sinking farther down. Shimada had shaved his body hair, and was smooth, but battle hardened.
The assassin's mouth celebrated the base of his rising cock, her lips adored the heavy ball sac, her mouth opened to take in his family jewels deeper into the cool cavern, sucking one in, pulling away to release it with a moist pop, moving to the other laving it with her tongue, sucking delicately at the sensitive spot between the two, and licking, sucking gently down the underside of his cock. Reaching the head of his now ridgid maleness, she licked the ridges of the head, the slit that led to the leak of precum that had already begun to emerge.
Closing her eyes, Widowmaker slowly sucked the tip of Hanzo's penis into her mouth, lapping the salty taste of him she gently bobbed her head, each bob she allowed more of him into her mouth. The length of him was impressive, and she took him deeper into her throat, focusing on breathing through her nose, and not gagging. Now, to keep her balance, her hands rested on his hips, holding on to him to keep steady as she took his entire length deep into throat, and held him there. Slowly she opened her eyes, their golden shimmer looked up at him, meeting his gaze as he reached down and grasped her by the base of her ponytail.
His breath had grown ragged with the ministrations of her talented mouth. And now he wanted to have his first release. With quick, short strokes, he fucked her mouth and throat, hand tight in her hair, watching her eyes shine up at him with tears and rage. He knew his flower hated this, even as she obeyed without hesitation. It was intoxicating. With a shudder, Hanzo released his seed down Widowmaker's throat, and watched her swallow him down.
He let her hair go and watched her slowly release his cock from the delightful constriction of her mouth, her throat moving as she swallowed both the stickiness of him seed, and the slick, ropy saliva that trailed from his now less rigid cock to her mouth. She cleaned him with her mouth leaving his cock to gleam in the candle light.
"So obedient. Your Talon masters wasted you by keeping you merely for your ability to kill." Hanzo's voice was a low purr of satisfaction. He lifted a foot and pressed his toes between her breasts, pushing Widowmaker onto her back, "Now lay yourself out for me, I want to watch you make yourself wet and ready. Open your petals for me flower, I want to see your nectar flow."
To be continued?
