“¡Dios Mío!” Sombra sighs, sounding near to damn tears. Her small hands with sharp nails are digging into the backs of his thighs, keeping him from pulling away with a hiss like an agitated snake.

It’s not exactly what someone wants to hear when they drop their pants, but his ruffled feathers get soothed as Sombra basically falls forward, face pressing against the hard, generous curve of his thighs. She crawls closer, fingernails digging in until he grunts with pain. He wouldn’t move even if his life depended on it, however: she looks crazy enough that she would probably rip his dick off if he tried to take it away from her now.

“Your thighs,” she whines, sobs, pressing her face in closer, rubbing her cheek against the rock hard muscle. He rolls his eyes behind his mask but says nothing; stays impassive to keep face even as his cock his smearing against her temple and nudging against the artfully shorn side of her head. It hurts, the scratch of her short buzz against his sensitive glans, but he likes the bite of pain.

Sombra turns her head minimally, cheek pressed to his thigh, nose digging into the base of his cock. She is nosing at the loose, warm skin of his balls, her fingernails finally receding from his thighs so she can pet them in long, slow strokes.

He doesn’t have to do anything – just stand there and watch her trying her best to suffocate herself on his cock. She is drooling liberally, getting everything wet and sloppy, her lipstick long since smeared off against his dick as she kisses his balls and rubs her face against his cock and sucks the broad tip until it is nudging against her throat. Her face is going dark and flushed, then, eyes watering up.

She tries once, twice, thrice to deep dick her own throat, always ending up in making herself gag until her face changes into something that looks like fierce determination and she changes her angle and pushes again… and this time he can feel it, the tight ring of her throat finally giving way for him to slide in just a little deeper into that liquid heat and he groans low and long head falling back as he listens to the wet, sloppy sounds coming from her;

how she gasps for breath when she pulls back just a few seconds after.

Her smoky voice will be a lot more raspy the coming days, he is sure of it.

She does it again, her eyes open but unseeing, hazy and distracted by her own sluttiness. Her hands are holding on to his thighs – this time squeezing the round muscles in front. Her hands look tiny against the sheer bulk of them.

She pulls back again, gasping, a thick string of saliva connecting the tip of his cock to her tongue. She is petting his thighs once more; a feverish up and down as she gazes up at him.

“Can I lick your ass,” she asks suddenly and he jerks in surprise, a small grunt forced from his throat. 

“I need to..” she watches her own hands pet him. “I need to be between them-”

Reaper snarls wordlessly, feeling himself flush in embarrassment as he thinks about lying back and spreading his legs; letting her crawl between and get at the warm, humid space behind his balls. The thought of her pretty little face mashed in the fragrant crack of his ass; her whiplash tongue curling around his hole because she was so infatuated with his goddamn thighs of all things…

It is… it’s a nice thought. Something to hold over her head when she’s being a little bruja again.

She’s a girl on a mission: is kissing his cock and glancing up at him, one hand curling around his balls, lovingly kneading, one cheeky finger nudging behind and tickling his hole. She suckles on his tip, tongue laving the exposed glans, and she’s being so sweet and forthcoming it is ridiculous.

As if she is anything but a little nightmare.

“Very well.”