Chapter 3: Spider's Kiss [Widowmaker]
Summary:
Angela takes her trip to Paris to see Widowmaker, now free from Talon's control.
Chapter Text
Sighing to herself as she tried to get her things to leave, Angela couldn't help but smile as she felt Hana trying to get to her cock again. It had been three days since first gaining her new appendage, and while her solo pleasures had been exceptional, having Hana around and willing, at any moment, to drop to her knees and play was more divine then she could imagine.
"Hana, darling, I'm trying to get ready to leave for Paris," Angela said, stopping in the middle of her room and moaning when Hana's lips wrapped around her cock, feeling the younger woman's hand kneading her balls gently. "You know you can't come with me."
Hana pouted as she slurped on Angela's shaft, moaning as it hit the back of her throat. In the three days since being taken with Angela's cock, the Korean MEKA pilot had gotten adept at blowjobs, barely even gagging at the length sliding down. She was addicted to Angela's cock, and even more so her cum, wanting it most of the day. She pulled away and licked Angela's shaft, hearing her moan. "I know…but that doesn't mean I can't get a going away present," she said, lowering her head and taking Angela's scrotum into her mouth, lapping at the doctor's swollen balls.
"Fuck, Hana…" Angela moaned, threading her hands through the younger woman's hair. "Naughty girl. If I give you one last fuck, will you let me go?"
Hana giggled, looking up at Angela and smiled. "Of course."
Two hours later, with Hana thoroughly worn out from multiple orgasms and filled to the brim with Angela's seed, the blonde doctor was finally on her way out of the base and headed for Paris. She knew of Amélie's condition, having been the one that treated the French Ballerina after her conditioning broke from Moira O'Deorain's so called 'testing'.
"If Talon is searching for her again, she may not be safe in Paris," Angela mumbled, working through Amélie's file in her tablet. "I may have to ask her to move back to the base. I know she won't want to, thanks to the memories, but...she may not have an option."
Deciding to make a new log entry while her jet was flying, thankful for autopilot, the good doctor paced the floor of the plane as her tablet beeped.
Dr. Angela Ziegler HEZG test 3. October 30, 2077
It's been several days since my last entry. That time has…been spent with Hana Song. The young woman is nearly insatiable, and I fear it might have something to do with my semen's properties. I can barely get any work done when she is in the room, and despite my efforts to restrain her and remove her from my lab, she finds ways back in. I'll have to run some other tests to confirm what I'm thinking, so I'll refrain from adding notes to that end right now.
Currently, I'm sitting in my private jet on the way to Paris to assist Am élie LeCroix thanks to her feeling like the Widowmaker is starting to return. She confided in her phone call about having to kill Talon Agents that arrived at her doorstep, feeling the pull to slip back into her alternate self. I'm going to help her again, see if I cannot find a permanent solution to her problem.
I would like to think that this encounter with Am élie is going to be smooth and effortless, as well as possibly platonic, but the way my luck with Hana went, I do not think I can be that certain. I always admired her form and body, especially in her ballerina days. Most of the women of Overwatch were jealous of her form and figure, and I admit I had several little fantasy sessions in my quarters after many a checkup of the amazing woman. I will see what happens and how things are to pan out.
Angela shut the recording off, sighing as she leaned her head back. "God. What am I getting myself into? Alone with a sexy French woman who has taken to wearing nothing but a silk robe that shows off miles of leg and cleavage. Heavens help me contain my self-control and cock in this endeavor."
After a few hours of flight, Angela's jet landed in Paris. As she disembarked, she found Amélie standing at the door of a limousine, arms folded in front of her. She handed her bags to an Omnic that took it to the car, and the doctor made her way to Amélie with a smile.
"Hello, Amélie," she said.
"Angela," Amélie said with a small smile, stepping forward and hugging the blonde. "Thank you for coming so quickly. I'm sorry to pull you away from any other needs in Overwatch, but…"
Angela smiled softly, hugging Amélie back and rubbing her back softly. "It's ok. Considering you don't want to leave your château unless you have to, I'm thankful for the time to leave Overwatch for a few days," she said. "What's wrong?"
Amélie led Angela to the car, the door opening as both women climbed inside, Angela facing the former brainwashed sniper. Amélie poured herself a small wine, downing it in one swallow before the car started moving. She sighed, folding her arms.
"I told you about those two Talon soldiers that came. How they broke down the door and ransacked the house looking for me. I was underground in the wine cellar, getting my drink for the night when I heard the commotion. Luckily, I keep my rifle down there with me alcohol, and yes I know that's a bad combination. I armed myself and went upstairs, holding them at gunpoint but they decided to want to fight. I killed the first, and I heard her laughing in my head," Amélie said, looking down at her lap and playing with her fingers.
"The Widow. Taunting me about never getting away from her, always being trapped with her. When I killed the second one, I felt the way I did under Talon's control, the thrill of the kill and the pleasure in it. When I realized what was going on, I quickly took one of my pills you prescribed, hanging the rifle back up and disposing of the bodies, but…I can still hear her. I sleep and I feel myself being led astray in dreams. The Widow killing my friends, hurting the people I care about. I'm…I'm scared I'll lose myself to her again." Amélie looked at Angela, biting her lip softly.
Angela listened, scooting over before taking Amélie's hand. "You won't lose yourself to her. Are you doing your mental exercises? Writing down when you're having problems? Doing something to distract you from the memories?"
"As often as I can, but...being in the house by myself, with nothing but my thoughts, it's difficult," Amélie said. "I do what I can, even leaving the house for a few hours at a time, walking the city, but it comes back the moment I open the door."
"Well, we will think of something to help you," Angela said with a smile. "You're not alone anymore, Amélie. I promise, we'll work something out."
The rest of the ride was relatively silent, both women falling into their own worlds. Angela, however, was doing her best to keep from looking at Amélie, otherwise she'd have explaining of her own to do when getting out of the car at the mansion. When the ride was over, Amélie got out first, and Angela had to bite down on her tongue to avoid making any noise.
"This week is going to be the death of me," she thought as she climbed out of the car and followed Amélie up to the house.
With Amélie deciding it best to start the work the next morning, the two sat for dinner and went to their own rooms for the night. Angela shut the door behind her, stripping and pulling a sheer nightgown on, laying on the bed and sighing softly. Her muscles seemed to relax at the feel of the satin sheets against her skin, and she let her hand wander down her torso slowly.
Finding her cock, the doctor bit down on her lip as she stroked her appendage slowly. "Fuck…" she moaned softly, her eyes fluttering. She lost herself in her fantasies, imagining Amélie on her knees, the French woman's mouth around her cock. "Shit…"
Amélie, having thought of something, made her way down the hall toward Angela's room. She stopped in the hallway, her hand raised to knock on the door before she heard something from inside the room. She cracked the door open softly, peeking in as her eyes got wide. Her gaze locked in on Angela's shaft, the doctor's lithe hand sliding over the hard length.
"Mon Dieu," she whispered. Amélie felt her hand slid down her own body, dipping between her thighs, feeling surprised at her wetness before she began teasing her pussy slowly. "How does she have a cock?" She dipped her hand into the waistband of her panties, fingers touching her wet pussy. She gasped softly as she started rubbing herself, biting her lip as she stared at Angela, both women lost in their own pleasures.
Angela panted as she bucked her hips to meet her stroking, free hand pinching a nipple through her nightgown. "Mmm…" she moaned out, stroking her cock faster. "Fuck… Amélie…"
Amélie felt her eyes widen at hearing her name fall from Angela's lips, but that didn't stop her plunging two fingers into her dripping cunt, thankful to feel something sexual for the first time in years. Her fingers worked faster inside of herself, her thumb going to her clit as she kept a hand on the door to quickly leave if she needed to. "I want you to cum," she whispered, eyes locked on Angela's shaft. "Do it, Angela…"
Angela let out a small scream as her orgasm hit, her and flying over her cock as her own cum covered her body. She felt it splash onto her tits and face, feeling it on her tongue thanks to her mouth being open. She panted as she fell back onto the bed, still stroking her hand over her cock slowly, more cum oozing out onto her fingers. She brought her hand up, closing her eyes as she slowly sucked her digits into her mouth, sucking the cum off of her hand and swallowing. She ran her hand in the mess between her tits and stomach, giggling to herself. "Mm…yes…" she moaned.
Amélie shut the door gently again, sinking down beside it and ripping her soaked panties off and stuffed them into her own mouth to help silence her moaning, plunging her fingers further into her pussy, rubbing her clit with her free hand. She panted as she kept fucking herself, rolling her hips against her hands before moaning against the fabric in her mouth, eyes rolling back into her head as she felt herself squirt, the fluid splashing onto the hardwood in front of her.
The former sniper forced herself up, making her way back to her room, shutting the door behind her. "Mon dieu!" she whispered, collapsing on the bed.
Angela, having heard the moaning outside of her door, had watched Amélie's orgasm, smirking to herself as she closed the door. "Well, well. I think I might know how to help her after all," she said, looking down at her softening cock with a smile. "You're good for something after all."
The next morning, Amélie sat at the table with a cup of coffee, looking over a tablet with news on it. She looked over as Angela walked downstairs, making her way to the table. "Good morning, Angela."
"Good morning, Amélie," Angela said with a smile. She sat down, seeing her own cup of coffee. Taking a sip, she licked her lips slowly, setting the cup back down. She watched as her host lifted her own coffee, deciding to have some fun. "So. Enjoy yourself listening outside of my room?"
Amélie spluttered, nearly spilling her coffee before setting it back down, wiping her mouth and hands with a towel. "How…how did you know?"
Angela smiled, taking a drink of her coffee. "Well, you were not exactly quiet. And there was wetness on the floor, and I knew better. I am a doctor, Amélie," she said.
The other woman sighed, folding her arms. "Well, in fairness, you were moaning my name," she said. "How did you get such an appendage? I thought you were born female?"
"I was. Consider this an experiment," Angela said. "It's a concoction of HGH, testosterone, stem cells, and my own biotic mixture. The same I use in my staff and in Ana's darts and grenades. I've had it less than a week. I tested myself because I could not in good conscious test on anyone else or an animal and have less then accurate results."
Amélie nodded, setting her cup to the side. "And it's fully functional?" she asked.
"Without the risk of pregnancy, yes," Angela said. "One side effect I've had, however, is that women seem to become addicted to it. It's happened with Hana Song."
"MEKA's star pilot? Angela," Amélie said with a smirk. "I'll admit, I am impressed and also hurt you did not think to come to me for your first test. You know how the French are."
"I do. I remember many a night having to have someone pull Gerard off of you to get him to go on mission," Angela said with a smirk. "What are you proposing, Amélie? You want to test it yourself?"
"If you wouldn't mind," Amélie said, standing up and sauntering over to Angela. She watched the doctor slide her chair back and remove her skirt, and the blue-skinned woman dropped to her knees, palming Angela's cock through her panties. "It's so big already."
"Eight inches," Angela said. "How big was Gerard?"
"Five," Amélie whispered, dipping her hand inside of Angela's panties and taking the cock out, her hand wrapping around it slowly. "My God. It's gorgeous." She stuck her tongue out, licking the cock and moaning softly before wrapping her lips around the tip, bobbing her head down. "Mmmm…."
"Oh, god," Angela moaned, threading her hands into Amélie's hair. "How…mmm…did you get so good?" She thrust into the other woman's mouth, Amélie giggling as she did.
The blue skinned woman pulled back, licking the tip of Angela's cock. "Well…I had to pass classes somehow. And my oral fixation is part of what drew Gerard to me, Cherie. He was never unsatisfied. I simply love blowjobs, and sex in general. It has been a very long time for me, Angela. Let's see if you can keep up."
Angela smirked, grabbing Amélie's head again and thrusting her cock back between her lips. "Considering I've been having to keep up with a horny nineteen year old, I think I'll be fine," she said. 'Now. Suck that cock like you mean it."
Amélie smiled, letting Angela take control as she felt the other woman thrusting into her mouth. She moaned as the tip hit the back of her throat, looking up at Angela and swirling her tongue as she did.
Angela bit her lip, thrusting her hips against Amélie and feeling her tongue. "Oh, fuck…you're going to make me cum…"
Pulling back and smiling, Amélie reached up and slowly stroked Angela's cock. "Then cum on my face. You're going to get to cum anywhere you want in the next round, but I want it on my face first, Cherie." She went back to bobbing on Angela's cock, free hand teasing the doctor's balls and feeling them starting to tense.
Angela moaned, pulling her cock back and taking it in hand, stroking as she moaned out. She panted as she came hard, strands of cum lining Amélie's face, the other woman laughing as she was coated in the sticky substance.
Lifting up and moaning, Amélie smiled as she caught some of the cum in her mouth, licking her lips as she watched Angela relax into her chair. She swallowed what was in her mouth, bringing her hand up and starting to wipe away her face, sucking her fingers into her mouth. "My god, Angela. You cum like a hose. So much…and so delicious," she said.
Angela panted, reaching down and grabbing Amélie, yanking her to her feet before she kissed the blue-skinned woman, grabbing her ass and squeezing. "And luckily for you, I reload as fast as I shoot," she said. She stood up and spun Amélie around, ripping her dress down and seeing she wasn't wearing any underwear. "Expecting this, darling?"
"If I said yes, will you punish me?" Amélie asked, wiggling her ass against Angela's cock, feeling how hard it was against her ass. "Are you going to fuck me, Doctor?"
"I'm going to do more than that, my little spider," Angela said with a smile, reaching down and pushing fingers into Amélie's pussy, feeling how wet she was. "I'm going to ruin you for others. This pussy belongs to me now, understand?"
"Mmm…yes," Amélie moaned, feeling Angela's fingers thrusting into her before whimpering as the digits were removed.
Angela stroked her cock with the hand that was just in Amélie's pussy, coating herself before she slid into Amélie, feeling the other woman clench around her. "Fuck, so tight," she said, starting to thrust into her.
Moaning as she felt Angela, Amélie purred as she spread her legs a little wider, wanting to feel Angela deeper inside of her. "Yes, Angela…give it to me….make yours," she moaned, rolling her hips to meet Angela's thrusts. "Fuck me…"
Smirking, Angela slapped Amélie's ass, making her gasp. Angela smirked, hands digging into Amélie's hips. "Fuck…you clenched on that. Do you like when I smack your ass?" she asked, thrusting harder into Amélie, biting her lip. "You feel so good around my cock, darling."
Amélie moaned, panting as her eyes rolled back in her head softly. "You feel so good inside of me, Angela. And yes, I did enjoy that…do it again," she moaned, rolling her hips. She gasped and whimpered when Angela smacked her ass again twice in succession, feeling her pussy leaking around Angela's cock. "Fuck yes…"
Thrusting faster, Angela could feel how close Amélie was getting. She moaned as she kept pushing, feeling her own body tightening up. "Cum for me and I'll fill you up," she said, nipping Amélie's ear and reaching around, pinching the other woman's nipples, slamming her hips into Amélie rapidly. "Cum, darling."
Amélie screamed out as she felt Angela slamming into her harder. Combined with the pull on her nipples, the blue woman screamed as she came, gushing around Angela's cock and slumping to the table, whimpering softly. "Oh, fuck…."
Smirking, Angela groaned as she slammed into Amélie one last time, holding tightly to the other woman as she flooded her with cum. Angela moaned, her head drooping onto Amélie's shoulder as she panted, feeling her heart racing. "How was that, my darling?"
"More…please do not stop, Angela," Amélie whispered, rolling her hips slowly and whimpering as she did. "I want more…"
"In time, darling. In time," Angela said, slowly pulling out of Amélie. She sat down, her cock softening as she watched cum slide out of Amélie, the other woman sinking to the floor and resting against Angela's leg. She ran her hand in Amélie's hair, smiling softly. "I'll have more fun with you later."