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Sombra ([personal profile] la_sombra) wrote2017-04-25 07:18 pm

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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.