[Widowmaker simply called out to Wanda, choosing not to move from where she was at her window. Wearing a white satin robe, hair down, the spider had a glass of wine in her hand and her gaze firmly planted on the mist laden view outdoors. She couldn't -see- anything through the fog, but that didn't seem to matter.
Her room was still somewhat sparse (for her) with a couple excellently crafted wardrobes on one side, a vanity with a mirror on the other, a couple mostly empty bookshelves, and a small collection of wine bottles on a small table by a chaise lounge. Some of the bottles had been opened but most were sealed. Her four poster bed had dark purple drapery about it, though they were tied back at each corner, and a bedside table had a lit candelabra... and a picture frame laid face down upon it.]
[When Wanda steps inside, Widowmaker might notice that she's already completely naked, except for the necklace that's looped delicately around her throat. It hadn't been a long walk to Widowmaker's room but Wanda had trailed the path wearing nothing but the spiders gift.
Bare feet whisper across the floor as she steps to Widowmaker's side and drapes her arms around her shoulders.
Wanda nibbles at the woman's ear while pressing her body against the thin robe.] How is this to help you forget?
[Upon reaching Widowmaker, Wanda would notice the same high tech dangerous looking rifle from that one dream leaning against the wall by the window. One might wonder why she had it by the window, but it hadn't been fired on castle grounds; it would draw too much attention.
Finding Wanda clad in nothing but a spider's web was definitely distracting and certainly a step in the right direction. Too much whirled in Widowmaker's mind right then, too much push and pull between her protocols and what emotions she could feel.]
A start. [Widowmaker turned toward Wanda, free hand trailing up her bare body to cup the pendant in her plan.] This looks good on you, minette.
[A light playful smile touched Wanda's lips as her light green eyes shined with desire and warmth. She knows that this is a dangerous game and her heart is in danger of being torn to pieces but she can't help herself.]
I thought you'd like to appreciate what's yours. [She leans forward and presses a kiss against Widowmaker's clavicle.] And let me worship you for such a gift. Just for tonight. Tomorrow I'll have you worship me.
[It's a bit of a challenge but playful and teasing. It's difficult to tell if Wanda is serious or not.]
[A certain dynamic had risen between Widowmaker and Wanda in regards to whatever this was between them. The sniper wouldn't call it a relationship, but that was because she was incapable of having what was colloquially known as one. Perhaps this was one and she just didn't know it; it had been close to a decade since she was involved with someone other than her husband enough to give gifts and make bold possessive proclamations. It was possible Wanda had expected this to be more of their normal, Widowmaker being heavy handed and harsh in her sexual expression, but not tonight. Widowmaker just wanted to forget, to not think, to free herself for a bit... and to do that she would be putting herself in Wanda's hands.]
You cannot stay the night. You'll have to return to your room afterward. [Her fingers trailed over Wanda's back and then she set the wine glass on the window's sill.] Do not take it personally...
[Widowmaker turned her head down into Wanda's hair.] It's just not safe.
[Wanda doesn't expecting anything from Widowmaker, not anymore, and at the proclamation she nods softly.] I'll distract you and then leave. [Her voice is steady as she places another kiss against the crest of Widowmaker's breasts and then nips softly at the cold skin.
Why think when they can focus on feeling?
Wanda doesn't really care if she walks all the way back to her room naked, after all, she'd walked here in a similar manner.] Just let me have you for right now. [Her fingers slip around Widowmaker's waist, massaging the muscles before brushing across her lower abdomen and then trailing lower.]
[She's grateful Wanda didn't ask why it wouldn't be safe. There were few things that Widowmaker was capable of fearing any more - killing another she cared about in their sleep was one of them. And perhaps her denying Wanda the respite of her bed was proof that there was something here between them that there wasn't with another.]
You can wear this back. I'd rather you not return as bare as you arrived.
[Widowmaker's hand moved to the tie on her white satin robe. Pulled loose, it opened for Wanda's perusal to reveal the spider only had a simple pair of white bikini style panties on. Pulling away from the touch that was already making her skin twitch, she took them over to her bed and sat down on the edge.]
[A low warm chuckle rumbles through Wanda's chest.] If you insist. [She won't say no to clothing though it's a little surprising to be offered a bit of Widowmaker's wardrobe.]
Mmm [She hums.] I think you're right.
[Wanda shifts as she beings to trail little kisses across Widowmaker's clavicle. Her hair falls over her shoulder, tickling Widowmaker's thighs before pushing the other woman back on the bed. Bit by bit those little kisses turn into nips and eager bites as Wanda travels over the crest of the snipers breast.
Her fingers gently tug on Widowmwakers panties] Can I tear these or shall I take them off the normal way?
[Plush bed cushioning her back, Widowmaker let her fingers trail through Wanda's hair as the woman set herself to the task of stoking certain fires. It wasn't that Widowmaker needed worked up as much as she needed to have her mind pulled from where it was circling to wake up her lust. Though the way her body was already responding to the proximity of lips to tips, it may not take long.]
Do as you wish. I am yours. [An allowance she had never given Wanda before.]
[The lack of restriction and restraint rang through Wanda like a drug. She pushed Widowmaker dark hard and stopped going slowly. She pressed her lips against Widowmaker's clit and sucked hard before dragging her tongue down the slick folds of her sex. A low moan rumbled through Wanda's lips and she pulled away to exhale and speak against the sensitive skin.]
You taste so good.
[She slipped a finger into Widowmaker's pussy, teasing and thrusting slowly before pressing against her ass.
Wanda wouldn't push to far to fast but she was eager to taste Widowmaker and please the woman who she could never fall in love with.]
[The suddenness of Wanda's switch into aggression as the woman fully grasped what had been given to her was overwhelming... and exactly what Widowmaker needed to get out of her own head. Such swift removal of her undergarments and a head pushed between her legs without warning had Widowmaker arching sharply and gasping quite loudly.
Already shivering at the hot tongue and the breath washing over her, she reached down to grab the back of Wanda's head. Unlike in the past, she didn't lock her fingers in the hair or pull. No, she simply rest it there as she squirmed somewhat at Wanda's mercy. Widowmaker's ass resisted the intrusion as she wasn't worked up enough for ease (and she hadn't been expecting it) but thankfully she was long enough in limb to be able to reach her bedside table.
A little fumbling, but she got the drawer open and fished out a bottle of lube to vaguely toss it toward Wanda.]
[Wanda takes the lube and spreads a decent amount along two fingers before pressing gently against the rim of Widowmaker's ass. She works the muscle carefully before pushing in to the first knuckle. Again she presses against her sides and then pushes in a little further. It's a slow process, carefully done to lace pleasure with tension and pain.]
You're so tight. [She coos and then lowers her lips to Widowmaker's pussy to taste the orgasm that she coaxed from the woman's body. Her tongue slid against her entrance and then circled Widowmaker's clit before pressing the flat of her tongue down the slick folds.
A low moan rumbles through her chest as she sucks and teases her lovers pussy.]
[Heavy breaths were punctuated with sharper gasps and deeper moans as her ass was invaded. The lubrication made it much easier for Wanda to get inside, giving Widowmaker a taste of something she hadn't had in a very long time. Despite her exquisite ass, none she had been with since her arrival had ventured there until now. It was only fair, too, considering what attention she'd given Wanda's a while back.]
Tight for you.
[Words breathed out - in English, she thought - as her hands went up to smooth her hair back, resting on her forehead, as she started rolling her hips up into Wanda's touch.]
[A low warm chuckle vibrates against Widowmaker's pussy as her tongue continues to tease her clit and push within her tight entrance.
Her fingers move skillfully as she widens Widowmaker's perfectly tight ass and begins to thrust in slow languid motions. Her light green eyes watch the tremble of pleasure that ripples through her lovers frame and she feels something hot and bubbling rise inside of her. It's an odd thought but she doesn't want Widowmaker to address her.
Wanda wants to leave and when she returns to her room she wants to think back on this moment and pleasure herself while remembering every eager roll of Widowmaker's hips against her mouth.]
[Such cheeky vibrations against an already sensitive spot bought Wanda a loud gasp on top of her already present moans. The usually quiet spider was certainly not, though never as loud as Wanda could get. A hand slid over her own breast, grabbing and teasing it, toying with her own nipple, as she continued to meet ever deeper thrusts and hot licks with her hips.
Mind captured by Wanda, Widowmaker thought not of her dead husband or what had once been, not of lost innocence or torturous procedures. Instead she thought of the full feeling from Wanda's touch, the precise attack at her swollen and aching clit. Of not having to take and being okay with giving, not guarding so fiercely.
The next orgasm was longer than the last, and Widowmaker writhed on her bed.]
[Wanda worked her through the orgasm before slowly bringing her menstruations to a pause. She drags the flat of her tongue against Widowmaker's sex, making sure she'd swallowed every last drip of the woman's orgasm.]
Do you want more?
[She asks in a low husky voice while slipping her finger out of Widowmaker's ass. At some point Wanda will leave but she'll give Widowmaker as many orgasms as it takes to help her forget and rest through the night.]
[Left gasping and trying to catch her breath, it took a few moments for Widowmaker to respond with anything other than a nod. When she could, she pawed at and drew Wanda up until she could kiss her. Slow and deep though they were there was no dominance in these kisses but as close to gentle as the spider was capable of. Tangled together, Widowmaker relished Wanda's weight upon her and the soft warmth of her bare skin against her own. After a few indulgent moments, she pulled back.]
[The gentleness takes Wanda off-guard for a moment but it's only second's pause before she's pushing against Widowmaker, asking for more than the woman is currently giving her. Her tongue flicks and drags against hers as she places a kiss against her cheek and then a bit on Widowmaker's shoulder.
Her fingers slip into the soaked heat of her lovers sex and begin to slowly curl upward and pulse. At the same time her lips move, biting and licking towards the lovely peak of her breasts. A low moan rumbled through her chest as she skillfully plucked such sweet breaths form Widowmaker's blue lips.]
[Surprise flickered through her as Wanda responded as though those gentle kisses alone were a turn on. She wasn't expecting to have fingers buried inside her again, stroking the right spot inside where the pleasure outweighed the sensitivity. She couldn't even respond to Wanda's words, gasping loudly with arms wrapped loosely about the woman's head as that mouth brought her nipples back to hard peaks.
Wanda held such power in her hand right then. Speed up just a bit and Widowmaker would tumble into her third orgasm. Stay steady and it would be torture. Beautiful, beautiful torture.]
[Wanda smiles against Widowmaker's skin as she keeps the steady pace of her fingers. She wants to wear Widowmaker out but she also wants to prolong each sensation for as long as she possibly can.
Her teeth switch between breasts, nipping at the skin before dragging her tongue along the pert nipple. Warmth and need flood though Wanda but she ignores it.]
I'm going to fuck you until you can't move. Then I'm going to return to my room and touch myself while thinking of you like this, perfect and sexy.
[Fingers knotted in Wanda's hair now, yet not pulling, Widowmaker pressed her head back into the cushion of her mattress. Mouth open and panting, eyes closed, she tried to raise her hips up to get more from the fingers inside, to hit that right spot, but Wanda's weight kept her from being very effective.]
[Wanda sinks a little further into the soft heat of Widowmaker's flesh and begins to slowly increase her pace. Every motion is even and measured, coaxing enough of Widowmaker to bring her to her peak but controlling how long it'll take the other woman to get there.]
You want to know?
[She kissed and nipped at her skin between each word.]
I'm going to start by playing with my breasts, teasing and pinching my nipples while imagining you watching me.
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[It's a reprieve, that's all because Wanda wants to know.]
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Come make me forget. Please.
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[It doesn't take more than ten minutes for Widowmaker to hear a soft knock on her door.]
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[Widowmaker simply called out to Wanda, choosing not to move from where she was at her window. Wearing a white satin robe, hair down, the spider had a glass of wine in her hand and her gaze firmly planted on the mist laden view outdoors. She couldn't -see- anything through the fog, but that didn't seem to matter.
Her room was still somewhat sparse (for her) with a couple excellently crafted wardrobes on one side, a vanity with a mirror on the other, a couple mostly empty bookshelves, and a small collection of wine bottles on a small table by a chaise lounge. Some of the bottles had been opened but most were sealed. Her four poster bed had dark purple drapery about it, though they were tied back at each corner, and a bedside table had a lit candelabra... and a picture frame laid face down upon it.]
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Bare feet whisper across the floor as she steps to Widowmaker's side and drapes her arms around her shoulders.
Wanda nibbles at the woman's ear while pressing her body against the thin robe.] How is this to help you forget?
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Finding Wanda clad in nothing but a spider's web was definitely distracting and certainly a step in the right direction. Too much whirled in Widowmaker's mind right then, too much push and pull between her protocols and what emotions she could feel.]
A start. [Widowmaker turned toward Wanda, free hand trailing up her bare body to cup the pendant in her plan.] This looks good on you, minette.
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I thought you'd like to appreciate what's yours. [She leans forward and presses a kiss against Widowmaker's clavicle.] And let me worship you for such a gift. Just for tonight. Tomorrow I'll have you worship me.
[It's a bit of a challenge but playful and teasing. It's difficult to tell if Wanda is serious or not.]
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You cannot stay the night. You'll have to return to your room afterward. [Her fingers trailed over Wanda's back and then she set the wine glass on the window's sill.] Do not take it personally...
[Widowmaker turned her head down into Wanda's hair.] It's just not safe.
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Why think when they can focus on feeling?
Wanda doesn't really care if she walks all the way back to her room naked, after all, she'd walked here in a similar manner.] Just let me have you for right now. [Her fingers slip around Widowmaker's waist, massaging the muscles before brushing across her lower abdomen and then trailing lower.]
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You can wear this back. I'd rather you not return as bare as you arrived.
[Widowmaker's hand moved to the tie on her white satin robe. Pulled loose, it opened for Wanda's perusal to reveal the spider only had a simple pair of white bikini style panties on. Pulling away from the touch that was already making her skin twitch, she took them over to her bed and sat down on the edge.]
You have me now, minette.
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Mmm [She hums.] I think you're right.
[Wanda shifts as she beings to trail little kisses across Widowmaker's clavicle. Her hair falls over her shoulder, tickling Widowmaker's thighs before pushing the other woman back on the bed. Bit by bit those little kisses turn into nips and eager bites as Wanda travels over the crest of the snipers breast.
Her fingers gently tug on Widowmwakers panties] Can I tear these or shall I take them off the normal way?
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Do as you wish. I am yours. [An allowance she had never given Wanda before.]
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You taste so good.
[She slipped a finger into Widowmaker's pussy, teasing and thrusting slowly before pressing against her ass.
Wanda wouldn't push to far to fast but she was eager to taste Widowmaker and please the woman who she could never fall in love with.]
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Already shivering at the hot tongue and the breath washing over her, she reached down to grab the back of Wanda's head. Unlike in the past, she didn't lock her fingers in the hair or pull. No, she simply rest it there as she squirmed somewhat at Wanda's mercy. Widowmaker's ass resisted the intrusion as she wasn't worked up enough for ease (and she hadn't been expecting it) but thankfully she was long enough in limb to be able to reach her bedside table.
A little fumbling, but she got the drawer open and fished out a bottle of lube to vaguely toss it toward Wanda.]
Here. Use this.
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You're so tight. [She coos and then lowers her lips to Widowmaker's pussy to taste the orgasm that she coaxed from the woman's body. Her tongue slid against her entrance and then circled Widowmaker's clit before pressing the flat of her tongue down the slick folds.
A low moan rumbles through her chest as she sucks and teases her lovers pussy.]
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Tight for you.
[Words breathed out - in English, she thought - as her hands went up to smooth her hair back, resting on her forehead, as she started rolling her hips up into Wanda's touch.]
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Her fingers move skillfully as she widens Widowmaker's perfectly tight ass and begins to thrust in slow languid motions. Her light green eyes watch the tremble of pleasure that ripples through her lovers frame and she feels something hot and bubbling rise inside of her. It's an odd thought but she doesn't want Widowmaker to address her.
Wanda wants to leave and when she returns to her room she wants to think back on this moment and pleasure herself while remembering every eager roll of Widowmaker's hips against her mouth.]
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Mind captured by Wanda, Widowmaker thought not of her dead husband or what had once been, not of lost innocence or torturous procedures. Instead she thought of the full feeling from Wanda's touch, the precise attack at her swollen and aching clit. Of not having to take and being okay with giving, not guarding so fiercely.
The next orgasm was longer than the last, and Widowmaker writhed on her bed.]
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Do you want more?
[She asks in a low husky voice while slipping her finger out of Widowmaker's ass. At some point Wanda will leave but she'll give Widowmaker as many orgasms as it takes to help her forget and rest through the night.]
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Oui, minette. Merci beaucoup.
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Her fingers slip into the soaked heat of her lovers sex and begin to slowly curl upward and pulse. At the same time her lips move, biting and licking towards the lovely peak of her breasts. A low moan rumbled through her chest as she skillfully plucked such sweet breaths form Widowmaker's blue lips.]
You're so lovely.
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Wanda held such power in her hand right then. Speed up just a bit and Widowmaker would tumble into her third orgasm. Stay steady and it would be torture. Beautiful, beautiful torture.]
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Her teeth switch between breasts, nipping at the skin before dragging her tongue along the pert nipple. Warmth and need flood though Wanda but she ignores it.]
I'm going to fuck you until you can't move. Then I'm going to return to my room and touch myself while thinking of you like this, perfect and sexy.
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H-how will you touch yourself?
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You want to know?
[She kissed and nipped at her skin between each word.]
I'm going to start by playing with my breasts, teasing and pinching my nipples while imagining you watching me.
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