Sombra's heart beats for adrenaline and hard won victory, for her foes scattered around her and especially for a proud head bowing. The control is almost always better than sex and the few who can get a hold of her know its easier to bow than it is to seduce her. It's been that way for her since even before she knew how good sex could be - but the surrender...
Surrender is a whole new drug for her.
This close, he can he see her violet eyes darkened with arousal, the growl so rarely heard as she grins at his admission, knife-sharp and wicked.
"Damn right you are..."
For a split second, her eyes flick down at the sound of something moving. She twists her fingers, noting the change of his modesty panel in the alerts of his stimuli response suite.
And Zen says 'fuck' and her brows flick upwards. She's ultimately amused by his choice of word, pushing him to lay on his back.
"You're gonna need some dirty tricks if you think you're gonna fuck me, Zen." She rolls her hips again, nearly riding him.
Zenyatta is feather-light; he seems almost to float onto the bed in slow-motion, laughing, the mattress a soft and welcome presence at his back. The sheets feel dangerously, sinfully luxurious against his sensors, already primed and over-sensitive from Sombra's teasing. Backlit as she sits on his hips, pupils blown wide and dark, half-hidden by that violet sweep, she smiles down at him, hands still braced against his chest.
"I am," he says wryly, "nothing if not optimistic."
At least her fingers are out of his head, and the immediate, intimate pressure of her presence has relieved itself a little. But she's still there. Zenyatta is certain of it. This time he meets the grind of her hips with one of his own, soft mound meeting newly-released cock, silicone and segmented steel spreading her obscenely beneath her panties. It glows faintly along its length, against the plush heat of her cunt.
"What I would really like," he says, slowly and deliberately, his hands twitching as they come to rest on the top of Sombra's thighs, "is to bring you to the Iris."
Under her, his own is rapidly warming, swelling in anticipation. He is leaking, teal on the sheets.
She grins and chuckles, saying nothing as she looks over him. He's well built, the way he moves elegant even now and she can't help but indulge a momentary thought about how this might go down. He would be boring if he simply let her ride, though it would probably be a couple of very technically proficient orgasms he could get out of her before she got too annoyed to continue.
One thing that she never quite adjusted to was feeling when an omnic got hot for it and the feeling of him growing hard under her earns a moment rarely seen. Focus is something that Sombra has in spades, it comes as easily as the coding she has such unholy proficiency with - but the feeling of him sliding under the thin fabric leaves her feeling greedy and she can't help but take a moment to really enjoy it.
She hears him, distantly almost as she starts to grind onto his cock, lips parting slightly as she enjoys the subtlety of the differences between the silicone and the rapidly warming steel. Zenyatta, create-build, thanks is the thought she sends back to the her encrypted setup, followed quickly by Toy, adult, commission.
And then he makes it weird, a little, talking about the Iris before breaking into a giggle. His hands feel good on her skin and she rocks a little differently as she teases him.
"Is that what you call it?" She makes a pointed look where their hips meet, noting the color of his lubrication. Nice choice. "You gonna -ah- 'enlighten' me?"
Zenyatta laughs- a soft, playful little sound that shatters like a mirror into glitchy fragments as those hips throw him off. Through the flimsy fabric her sex moulds itself around his cock as she rolls her hips without haste; she crests against the firm ridge of his cock, coaxing a soft, hitching sound that is just a hair too synthetic to be a gasp.
All it would take is the slightest pressure to take them the rest of the way. To slip her panties aside and grind into the silk beneath, tease her entrance, to thrust upwards at just the right angle-
No.
"I-in certain practises," he manages, recalibrating his voice- doubtless Sombra will have something to say about that, he doubts she will allow him any degree of composure for long, "sexual intimacy is seen as a gateway to divine knowledge- and climax..."
His hands shift until each thumb can slip beneath either side of her panties.
"... as the ultimate unity." Without a shred of remorse Zenyatta pulls, abruptly drawing the fabric taught into the sensitive folds her cunt- all while glowing up at her beatifically, haloed by his own light. If after that she can still pay any attention at all to the goings on in his head, she may well anticipate the second set of hands, hard-light, that palm her knees, warm and almost weightless but so tangibly real.
Sombra slows the rock of her hips carefully, very carefully because frankly, the omnic's grasp makes her ravenous. She has half a mind to skip further foreplay and get herself off, when Zen speaks and sounds far too calm for her liking. Her eyes snap to his faceplate before the corner of her mouth lifts in very slow smirk.
"Was it your temple's practice," she purrs, drumming her nails on the plate of her chest. The whine of her hack sounds and violet light illuminates her pupils once more. "Or did you just learn that in your studies?"
The touch to her knees draws a momentary glance and an impressed raise of her eyebrows. She rolls her hips again and the feeling is excruciating. The heat of her, the slow slide along his cock. Doubling his usual sensitivity is cruel, but Sombra is pretty sure he can take it.
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Surrender is a whole new drug for her.
This close, he can he see her violet eyes darkened with arousal, the growl so rarely heard as she grins at his admission, knife-sharp and wicked.
"Damn right you are..."
For a split second, her eyes flick down at the sound of something moving. She twists her fingers, noting the change of his modesty panel in the alerts of his stimuli response suite.
And Zen says 'fuck' and her brows flick upwards. She's ultimately amused by his choice of word, pushing him to lay on his back.
"You're gonna need some dirty tricks if you think you're gonna fuck me, Zen." She rolls her hips again, nearly riding him.
"I think I'd like to see you try, tho."
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"I am," he says wryly, "nothing if not optimistic."
At least her fingers are out of his head, and the immediate, intimate pressure of her presence has relieved itself a little. But she's still there. Zenyatta is certain of it. This time he meets the grind of her hips with one of his own, soft mound meeting newly-released cock, silicone and segmented steel spreading her obscenely beneath her panties. It glows faintly along its length, against the plush heat of her cunt.
"What I would really like," he says, slowly and deliberately, his hands twitching as they come to rest on the top of Sombra's thighs, "is to bring you to the Iris."
Under her, his own is rapidly warming, swelling in anticipation. He is leaking, teal on the sheets.
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One thing that she never quite adjusted to was feeling when an omnic got hot for it and the feeling of him growing hard under her earns a moment rarely seen. Focus is something that Sombra has in spades, it comes as easily as the coding she has such unholy proficiency with - but the feeling of him sliding under the thin fabric leaves her feeling greedy and she can't help but take a moment to really enjoy it.
She hears him, distantly almost as she starts to grind onto his cock, lips parting slightly as she enjoys the subtlety of the differences between the silicone and the rapidly warming steel. Zenyatta, create-build, thanks is the thought she sends back to the her encrypted setup, followed quickly by Toy, adult, commission.
And then he makes it weird, a little, talking about the Iris before breaking into a giggle. His hands feel good on her skin and she rocks a little differently as she teases him.
"Is that what you call it?" She makes a pointed look where their hips meet, noting the color of his lubrication. Nice choice. "You gonna -ah- 'enlighten' me?"
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All it would take is the slightest pressure to take them the rest of the way. To slip her panties aside and grind into the silk beneath, tease her entrance, to thrust upwards at just the right angle-
No.
"I-in certain practises," he manages, recalibrating his voice- doubtless Sombra will have something to say about that, he doubts she will allow him any degree of composure for long, "sexual intimacy is seen as a gateway to divine knowledge- and climax..."
His hands shift until each thumb can slip beneath either side of her panties.
"... as the ultimate unity." Without a shred of remorse Zenyatta pulls, abruptly drawing the fabric taught into the sensitive folds her cunt- all while glowing up at her beatifically, haloed by his own light. If after that she can still pay any attention at all to the goings on in his head, she may well anticipate the second set of hands, hard-light, that palm her knees, warm and almost weightless but so tangibly real.
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"Was it your temple's practice," she purrs, drumming her nails on the plate of her chest. The whine of her hack sounds and violet light illuminates her pupils once more. "Or did you just learn that in your studies?"
The touch to her knees draws a momentary glance and an impressed raise of her eyebrows. She rolls her hips again and the feeling is excruciating. The heat of her, the slow slide along his cock. Doubling his usual sensitivity is cruel, but Sombra is pretty sure he can take it.