[Wanda damn well better guard that knowledge. Names had power and Widowmaker's was no different. The spider would kill Wanda if the woman told others what had just been revealed to her.
Body writhing, Wanda's body upon her own, holding what little she could of the spider down, was the only thing keeping Widowmaker in place as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. So heightened was it with the sound of her real name on those tantalizing lips that Wanda's skilled fingers and abject attention had Widowmaker rolling right into yet another orgasm. It was smaller, far less intense, but there nonetheless as Wanda kept massaging that spot within.]
[Wanda counted six orgasms before she relented and allowed Widowmaker to relax. She pressed a tender kiss to Widowmaker's abdomen and then another against the hard tip of her breasts.] Amélie. [She whispers in a heady sweet breath.] It's time to rest. Think of me as I return to my room to think of you.
[She shifts up Widowmaker's frame to press a chaste kiss to her loves lips. She's beautiful though Wanda is quick to push the thought from her mind. Moments like this are dangerous.]
I'll keep your secret save. Sweet dreams Widowmaker.
[Wanda rose from the bed and reached for Widowmaker's robe. Her body is on fire with need but she'll wait until she's back at her room to perform depraved acts to herself all while thinking of her sweet writhing Amélie.]
[Her body felt heavy, muscles lethargic as a plethora of tingles and the closest thing to warmth that she'd felt settled inside her. She couldn't focus her eyes, as much as Wanda's ministrations had worn her out. Widowmaker was most definitely going to sleep well.
A hand did manage to come up to Wanda's cheek as she was kissed, to make it linger just a bit, and pretty incoherent French slipped from her lips afterward. As Wanda pulled away, there was a moment where Widowmaker tried to hold onto the woman but it was only a moment before she remembered it wasn't safe for Wanda to stay. Letting the woman slip away, the spider turned on her side, hugging her pillow to her as her lover left.
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Body writhing, Wanda's body upon her own, holding what little she could of the spider down, was the only thing keeping Widowmaker in place as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. So heightened was it with the sound of her real name on those tantalizing lips that Wanda's skilled fingers and abject attention had Widowmaker rolling right into yet another orgasm. It was smaller, far less intense, but there nonetheless as Wanda kept massaging that spot within.]
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[She shifts up Widowmaker's frame to press a chaste kiss to her loves lips. She's beautiful though Wanda is quick to push the thought from her mind. Moments like this are dangerous.]
I'll keep your secret save. Sweet dreams Widowmaker.
[Wanda rose from the bed and reached for Widowmaker's robe. Her body is on fire with need but she'll wait until she's back at her room to perform depraved acts to herself all while thinking of her sweet writhing Amélie.]
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A hand did manage to come up to Wanda's cheek as she was kissed, to make it linger just a bit, and pretty incoherent French slipped from her lips afterward. As Wanda pulled away, there was a moment where Widowmaker tried to hold onto the woman but it was only a moment before she remembered it wasn't safe for Wanda to stay. Letting the woman slip away, the spider turned on her side, hugging her pillow to her as her lover left.
She would never ask for her robe back.]