Previously posted as part of my One-Shot Gifts and Patreon Requests story, for the December and January Chapter.

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Widowmaker wants answers, and she expects you to give them to her. 

(Widowmaker/Reader, femdom, bondage, dubcon, choking, cowgirl, hotdogging and anal, humor)

“Tell me what I want to know.”

It’s the fourth time she’s said it, and she still hasn’t asked you any questions.

You had been tied up when you awoke in this oddly comfortable confinement, your wrists and ankles tied to the posts of the bed you were laid on. For a prison, this wasn’t all that bad, and when she’d stepped through the doorway and clicked it shut, you couldn’t have been happier at discovering the identity of your captor.

Long, long legs with high-heels that clicked along the floor. Thighs that were strong enough to squash your waist, but slim and aerodynamic. Perky tits that seemed just a strong breeze away from slipping out of the deep valley of her cleavage. Blue-and-purple skin, full lips that left mist when she breathed, and a piercing, unwaveringly focused amber gaze. A delightfully pointed nose that gave her a visage between sharp and sleek, and a long blue-black ponytail that pointed down to her most impressive, engrossing, and awe-inspiring feature.

You meant her ass, of course. Constrained as it was within her suit, when she walked it clearly longed to be released from the confines, and you could only imagine how delectably soft, squishy, and fucking blue that lovely thing would be. You’d spent a long, long time envisioning it, but now you could see it, and not through any kind of filter of footage or haze of imagination. It was both thick and slim, smooth and firm, and you would have given up anything she wanted to just get another glance. The struggle for her ass to remain within her outfit was to your benefit, though, as the strain made her suit stretch around it, giving you that much more of a good look at Widowmaker’s glorious, perfect, reverence-worthy ass. 

Yeah, you really liked Widowmaker’s butt.

Since revealing herself, though, she’d been needling you, unlatching your belt and unzipping her suit without fully revealing either one of your bodies, your arousal growing as she paced back and forth, hips sashaying from side to side and heels clacking on the ground while she huskily moaned in French and accented English, her blue lips pursing and seeming to hang on every word almost...hungrily. Like she was savoring every intonation, and the effect that the whole package of her talking, strutting, and gracefully buxom figure was having on you. You wouldn’t deny that the sights and sounds and the soft, glancing brushes of her fingers on your clothing were making you react in the appropriate way, especially given how enthralled you already were with Widowmaker, and you saw no cause to restrain yourself as your pants began to strain from containing the bulge of your covered erection.

Now, Amélie Lacroix delicately reaches a hand out, fingers tapping the material between your dick and her gloved fingers, and you can’t stop yourself from groaning at the ephemeral, illusory contact. Fuck. You want to fuck her, and you can’t do a damn thing to move it along.

“Allez...montre-toi.” She hums almost imploringly, and for the briefest second you think you can see a hint of desperation in her golden eyes. For a fraction of a moment, her cheeks seem to flush a deeper purple, and you wonder if, maybe, she really just wants you, rather than any information. She’s a sniper, not an interrogator, so why else would she be the one questioning you so...unconventionally?

Then she frowns and reaches out, grappling line held in her palm, and you know it doesn’t really matter. You’re going to enjoy this anyway. 

She wraps the cord around your neck, hooking it through two of her fingers and tugging to test your strength while her free hand unzips the rest of her suit. Her blue breasts, perky and slim and wonderfully perfect in your eyes, slip free from the diamond-shaped opening that now exposed her upper half from her neck to her bellybutton, an extension of her already impressively alluring cleavage. The zipper on the bottom of her suit is moved between her legs and up to her lower back, and when she spreads her thighs the material parted, leaving a hole for her pussy to peek through. 

The hand not wrapped in her line, now free again, reaches forward to shimmy your pants down, letting your hard, girthy dick come into the open, your balls swaying above the bed you’re tied to. Widowmaker bites her lip, her gaze dancing between you and your dick, and you could definitely see her blushing now.

“Ah, je te vois.” She croons. Her left leg rises to step onto the bed, giving you a view of her slit and the squish of her thighs against the fishnet-like material of her outfit, and she takes the chance to rise onto the bed and stand with her feet on either side of your thighs. 

Then she turns, and you get the chance to see the butt that has blessed you in your dreams, that has encouraged you in your frustrations, that has prompted many laborious hours from you at your craft, and that has wrung out many an impressive orgasm from the jerking of your dick at the thought of being in almost this exact position, among many others. It’s exposed, the hole she’d unzipped in her suit parting to expose the full, round globes of her rear, and you feel your breath catch.

What else is there to say? Countless quantities of ink have already been spilled on the laurels owed to Widowmaker’s perfect rear. Countless cumloads, too, have been stroked out and pumped from desperately-aroused balls, more tributes and sacrifices to her glory. Saying anything else would diminish its magnificence.

Are you having a religious experience, rising above the limitations of mortal flesh and undergoing some sort of transcendental experience? Perhaps. You wouldn’t know, but any such revelatory episodes would be disappointments after you’re given the chance to pay homage to Widowmaker’s ass with your eyes, and when she squats to pillow your cock between her buttcheeks, you don’t attempt to stop yourself from whining, straining in spite of the pain in your limbs and the pressure on your throat. 

It’s exactly as soft and exactly as firm and exactly as delightfully caught betwixt warm and cool as you had anticipated and hoped for. It pillows your cock in velvety, squishy comfort, massaging you gently with an undulating rubbing motion that robs you of coherent thought. She turns to face you, smiling at the evidence of your awe being shoved against her butt, her skin rippling against your thighs as she rises and falls and grinds against you.

“Tell me what I want to know.” But you don’t know what she wants, and you can’t think right now to figure out what that might be. All you can see is Widowmaker’s back, her jiggling butt, and her mirthfully taunting features looking back at you. She tugs with her makeshift leash, and you can’t take in air, but you don’t say a word besides something that might’ve been between a Gwaaaaah or a Duuuuuuuh.

“Hmph. Perhaps I overplayed my hand. A method that is too effective overflows back to being completely unusable. Perhaps this will be better.”

Widowmaker rises and turns, and the disappointment at no longer feeling her butt pillow and grasp your cock is replaced by awe as she squats again, legs spread to let you see her untouched pussy as your cockhead prods her backdoor, insistently nudging against the tight, puckered hole of her anus. She grunts and pulls on your neck again, and you finally feel your dick slip inside.

You croak around the pressure on your throat even as she grits her teeth and sinks further down onto your cock, enveloping more of you in the constricting tightness of her butt. 

“M...merde…” She hisses, more than half of your shaft now within her. It’s slow going, but she makes it work, and you don’t think you can last very long anyway. Whatever discomfort you’re feeling from the stranglehold she’s got on your dick and neck, though, is nothing compared to how fucking good it feels to wrap her around your cock and feel the power she has over you. You wheeze, head swimming just a bit, but you can’t speak to tell her to stop even if you wanted to.

You only notice you bottom out when you feel the squish of her butt on your thighs, her cunt dripping arousal onto your belly, and then she’d off, bouncing atop your dick like her life depended on it. It almost does, since if you don’t cum soon, you worry she’s going to cut off your oxygen a little more completely than you’re willing to experiment with. 

Her ass claps against your skin, sending shudders throughout her whole body while she leans back and pulls to use your neck as leverage to go even harder. Her other hand’s resting on your knee, and her tits are jiggling with her movements with the same flurry of motion that she’s using to spear herself on your shaft. It’s fast, sweaty, uncontrolled and utterly chaotic, and your ability to process it is getting hampered by your inability to breath.

Which is why it’s a good thing that it doesn’t take much for your balls to tense and your cock to twitch, and then you’re cumming, flooding Widowmaker’s butt with more hot, thick cream than you ever envisioned would be flying out from your cock. But today’s a day to conquer the impossible, because you’re finally fucking Widowmaker, who takes the chance to hold herself still, fully burying your dick within her so that you can seed the deepest recesses of her guts with your load, painting the inside of her ass white. It only occurs to you that she’s cumming when the hold she has on the grapple line slips and your vision starts to clear, and you can see her shuddering and mewling, and behold how her purple pussy lips quiver and gush her release onto your pelvis. Her asshole’s undulating around your cock, but you’re already cumming, so the attempts to bear down on your intruding shaft just force more spurts up into her already well-creampied rear.

When she finally regains the focus to orient herself, she rises on unsteady legs, your length popping out of her as she falls forward and catches herself with her hands on your chest. Her lips slip forward and brush against yours, and then she blinks and begins to stumble off the bed, knees buckling as she tries to walk away with some modicum of dignity and control. 

“I suspect I will see you again very soon, cherie.” She blows a kiss, and you sigh in adoration as she leaves, your cum oozing out of her asshole as she walks, important bits still exposed.

The fact that she never asked you any questions doesn’t really bother you in the least.