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It was a day like any other, partly sunny, light breeze flowing through Gibraltar. Nothing remarkable going on in Overwatch or Blackwatch base. The scientists worked in the labs, Lindholm in the workshop doing his usual tinkering. Reaper sat in his office doing boring paperwork. He had his computer open monitoring the statuses of each quadrant while he filled out some papers. It allowed him to see when and who clocks in and out, stocks and supplies are being used, reports from the Science wing and engineering wing alike, and other things. Reaper glanced up from his seemingly never-ending stack of paperwork and saw a new clock out...
"Moira O'Deorain, Clocked out at 4:38 PM" Moira was the lead scientist on duty right now. How it works is she can leave whenever she really pleases but there are a set amount of hours that have to be put in each week, you get paid what you work, and if you work more than that you need to speak to your Commander about overtime pay. Reaper had watched the clock outs enough to know this was likely a lunch break for Moira. Moira normally clocked out for the night at 8 or 9 so it would be quite early. "Maybe I should install a reason prompt on the clock-out machines..." Reaper muttered to himself as he glanced back down to the paper he was finishing up and scribbled his name with the black ink pen.
Time passed, paper after paper, minute after minute. Until finally Reaper's phone buzzed giving him a much-needed excuse to get distracted. He picked up his phone and keyed himself in to see the notification only to be met with utter shock. It was a message from nonother than Moira, the message read "I'll be expecting you tonight at my beck and call... you always are my best servant after all~ don't forget, Coalescence. 937 West FakeAssStreet" A file was attached at the end of the message, in all honesty, Reaper was scared to even open the file but curiosity was what brings death to most things. It was an image of Moira in her lab coat. Did I mention it was just her lab coat? The image is perfectly angled to specifically hide her nipple. A clipboard sat on her lap hiding her sacred mound from the view of the camera.
Reaper's voice was caught in his throat somewhere leaving him with nothing to say. He just sat there looking blankly at the picture and message not knowing what to do. He slowly sat his phone face down and looked back at his computer to see Moira had just clocked back in... "Moira O'deorain, Clocked in at 4:51 PM"
'What do I even do in this situation?' Reaper sat deep in thought, completely taken away from the paperwork now, but really what is someone to do in this situation? He can't say he wasn't turned on but he was also disturbed at why Moira of all people would be sending out such a lewd message and provoking pictures... and why to him? 'It likely wasn't meant for me... but the address! Where does the address lead...' after a prolonged moment of contemplation Reaper picked up his phone and typed back in the chat to Moira.
"What time baby?" He cringed as he pressed send and before he could wipe the look off his face he already had a reply
"9:30 darling~" a plan was now in motion.
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The hours seemed to roll by excruciatingly slow. He checked his phone over and over throughout the shift and on his computer he saw that Moira clocked out at almost exactly 8 PM. That would give her an hour and a half to prepare for whatever fresh hell he was about to push himself into. After antsing around for nearly an hour it was finally time. Reaper clocked out and called an Uber immediately, he didn't know where he was going nor did he own a car because everything he needed was on base. They provided food, housing, everything.
He told the Uber driver where to and he gave him a look, Reaper couldn't specify read what kind of look though, a mix of concern and surprise maybe... nonetheless the car took off towards the city. Reaper couldn't help but tap his foot as he watched out the window at the passing buildings. Trying to distract himself. He wasn't sure what he was gonna do when he arrived at said location. He observed the slow beads of water that fell onto the car drop by drop. They were scarce at first, a drop here and there but soon it was pouring. Great, he was just thinking of how badly he wanted to be drenched in the rain. "Were here sir." He perked up and looked forward, it was just a door. A brick building with a metal door surrounded by other doors, some with locks and trash bins blocking the way. "Thanks..." Reaper nervously stepped out of the car being sure to grab his phone on the way out and thanking his driver. His driver sped away leaving him dumbfounded in front of the brick building.
He pulled his phone from his pocket and checked the time. 9:36. He was just a few minutes late and standing here was only gonna make him later... here goes nothing! Reaper walked up to the metal door and listened, he heard music, not music he would see Moira enjoying but he wasn't gonna judge her taste. Mustering courage he knocked on the metal door and held his air firm in his chest!
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No answer. Huh. He tried again?...
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No answer again. Okay, this is silly. Reaper turned the metal handle on the doorknob and after a few seconds pushed himself through. A sweet scent and glaring lights hit him first, he took in the smell while the lights adjusted, it smelled sweet, like cotton candy with a hint of syrup. Once his eyes finally adjusted to the glare the picture before him became clearer. This seemed to be a strip club. A stage with a pole centered the large room with bending couch cushions surrounding it. Tables of men and women chattered lightly and it seemed like no one noticed Reaper's presence except the bartender. Reaper made eye contact with the bartender just in time to see them motion him over. Seeing as he knew of nothing else to do in this situation he tried his best to stay cool as he walked over to the bar.
"Oi, newbie. Your tense. You don't belong here, how discover?" The tender was a bigger-built Omnic, they seemed to be damaged in multiple ways which does make some sense. Omics are popular as bartenders and bouncers because of their fortification and strength. "Is it that obvious?" Reaper spoke slowly as the Omnic poured him a drink, he had money on him so he gladly accepted the drink, not like he was driving... just a sip wouldn't hurt him, maybe it would calm his nerves enough to figure out what Moira's connection is to this place. "What brings you..?" The Omnic repeated his earlier statement in a different way and Reaper decided to give in to the guy. "Looking for someone specific." His eyes began to survey the crowd of people as he sipped on his drink slowly, Reaper got caught on almost every redhead and had to take a second look before deciding it wasn't her.
"The performance is starting." Reaper just hummed in response. He had been in predicaments kinda like this before, surrounded by temptation but right now the only thing he was worried about was sorting through his coworker's closeted skeletons he was sure he was on the brink of finding. Some girls nearly naked and dancing weren't gonna distract him from his objective. Reaper took out his phone and opened the chats with Moira, nothing had been said so he decided to make the move. Nervously he sat down his drink and typed out a message completely ignoring the cheering and the dancing girls on stage. "I'm here, where are you?" With a deep breath, he pressed send only to hear a familiar ringtone behind him.
Reaper spun around to the Omnic who was busy preparing drinks and sitting them on the bar in a neat order. "Who's phone was that." Reaper's voice was stern, more stern than he meant but he was just surprised was all. "Performers leave personal belongings under the bar." The Omnic stated it so blankly, like it was a common fact Reaper should have known. 'Performers personal belongings... w...wait...'
Reaper slowly turned his attention from the bar to the stage with a deep pounding in his chest as the realization finally hit.
"Oh... my...god..." Reaper stepped back bumping into the bar as his eyes set themselves on the women on stage. Moira was the performer... she and two other girls. She seemed to be the lead though. She wore a tight latex bunny suit that made her look especially skinny and her boobs a little bigger, accompanied by a rabbit tail on her rear end and a latex set of rabbit ears. The two girls in the back wore lacey lingerie and wolf ears and tails. The two girls were busy appeasing the crowd on the side but it was obvious that Moira was meant to be the main course of the show, and she sure was putting it on for display. Reaper wasn't aware of how flexible Moira was until she got on the pole. The way she spun and moved her body aroused Reaper more than he was willing to admit. Other people in the crowd had their meat out just doing it in front of everyone, which took Reaper back a few paces but he couldn't be bothered too much as his eyes were glued to the center stage. The way Moira held herself up and spread her legs for the crowd to drool over her body was more than just erroic. The two girls in the back started to close in on Moira, step by step getting closer as she lowered herself to the ground. Until finally one of the girls pounced on her grabbing her from behind and the other trailed her body with her hands while shaking her ass. The dirty talking they engaged in didn't help Reaper's raging boner any... the wolf girl called Moira her sacred meal... her pretty bunny... helpless...
After the girl freed her breasts for public view and coaxed moans from Moira's delicate throat, the music started to build. The groping got more aggressive until suddenly the girl dived for her neck and Moira screamed out a sound so heavenly it made Reaper weak in his knees. The lights immediately dimmed and spotlighted on the girls who now were walking off stage towards the bar, Moira leading them 'shit shit shit she's coming towards me shit what do I do right now..?!' Reaper panicked in thoughts, quickly putting up his hood and sipping his drink as casually as he could muster. Moira took a shot off the bar and chugged it, the crowd cheered and then she walked away and was gone, the two other girls did the same and it was over...
The lights slowly went back to normal and people slowly shifted out of the club. Reaper still stood there dumbfounded unsure of what to do next. "I need to speak to Mo-...the lead performer." Reaper placed his hands on the table trying to retain eye contact with those who were cleaning glasses now. "She's waiting for a special client to arrive." Reaper suddenly understood. A light just flickered on inside Reaper's head "Coalescence..." Reaper whispered just loud enough for them to hear him "I see." The omnic pressed a button under the bar and the door Moira had left earlier slid open. This was his chance. He nodded a thank you to the omnic and walked to the door to enter a hall, the hall had doors lined with pictures and Reaper walked till he reached the door that had a picture of Moira neatly pinned to the door.
Reaper took hold of the door nobbed and walked in, it didn't matter if Moira was indecent now, I think Reaper has seen more than 'indecencies.'
"Ah, darling you sure took your time this ti-..." Moira lay on a large bed on top of red soft blankets and plum red pillows, the lights were low dimming the room to set a sensual mood. Moira's heterochromic eyes finally met Reapers and the realization was setting in. "What are you doing here Gabriel." Moira's voice was shallow and lacked emotion, her eyes averted away from Reapers whether on instinct or out of embarrassment it's hard to tell.
"I could ask you the same thing" Reaper tossed his unlocked phone on the bed beside Moira with their chats open. Cautiously Moira reached for the phone, her long sharp purple nails standing out especially well when she had such little clothing on. she scrolled a little bit and read but stayed silent. Moira was always good at hiding her reactions. Though her face turned even redder and her breathing sped a little. Things most people wouldn't notice.
"Why did you play along?" Moira's voice was quiet, barely audio but thankfully the music seemed to be off now that everyone was gone. Reaper thought to himself for a moment, why did he follow through on this? "I'm not quite sure."
"Curiosity is the demise of most daft morals" Moira scoffed in an annoyed tone while adjusting herself on the bed. "So what is it you want Gabriel, what do you want from me so you stay quiet?.." Reaper's mind went blank thinking about the things he needed, the things Blackwatch needed, but nothing particular came to mind.
"Perhaps you came here with some other favor in mind..?~" Moira motioned towards Reaper's nether regions, he had a very obvious boner. He had been stiff this entire time, from the moment he walked in this place he had a semi, and seeing Moira in such a setting and such a degenerate outfit took him away from what he came for, and took his mind away from the Moira he knew at work. Something else in mind though..? Sure he was hard but what repercussions could this come with, is she really gonna give up her body to keep me quiet? I shouldn't take such an offer, not that she doesn't look stunning, I just can't. Why is she even...
"Why do you do this..?" Reaper's eyes glossed over Moira's body once more analyzing for reactions, as always there were none and Reaper only became more uncertain of her mood. "No one cares about what you have done when they see you through an erotic lens. I'm no longer just the evil answer-craving doctor when I'm here. When I am here they call me Master and beg for my gifts, they respect me not because I am powerful, but because I am beautiful... and even better when they don't respect me...." Moira whispered the last part to herself, Reaper picked up on some of it but not enough to understand it. That wasn't the point of the statement though, the point was, to reaper understanding, that she is sick of being feared and treated differently out of terror rather than actual respect or admiration. There are probably other factors that apply to why specifically she chose to apply herself sexually to get the reaction she wanted but I guess we'll never fully know.
Reaper nodded his head in response thinking about what she had said "I thought you didn't care what people thought." Reaper fidgeted with his hands, he wanted to bite his nails but it wasn't exactly the setting for that so he settled for the latter to try and calm his anxiety. "I don't. I am still human Reyes, I still have needs and wants. I want to feel valued and desired." Reaper had made up his mind, he thinks he understands most of what Moira means to have made his next move. Reaper started to take off his jacket, throwing it on the bed, succeeding with his shirt following suit.
"What are you doing..?" Moira shot Reaper with a suspicious look as he stripped off his jacket and shirt.
"I'm human Moira, when I see a strong and beautiful woman in front of me, who offered an invitation; it would be wrong to deny myself." Moira's eyes widened in surprise, he was taking the offer earlier, was this the cost of his silence? Why did he ask all those questions then if he just wanted to get laid..? 'I'm missing something' Moira thought as she watched Reaper's hands proceed to the hem of his black jeans before playing with his belt buck, building the anticipation. Moira moved forward hands and knees on the bed towards Reapers till she was close enough to replace his hands with her own.
"Don't you want the VIP treatment..? You've already watched me act, now it's time to feel my actions.~" Moira's voice had a purr to it, it came from her throat and mixed perfectly with her accent. Reaper didn't have to reply, he simply let go of his belt and let Moira's skillful hands lead the way as they have done in every other field. She unbundled the belt and slowly unzipped his pants all while looking up at Reaper. For the first time, Reaper noticed she didn't have her eyepiece on, the skin around her eye was slightly damaged like her arm, just not nearly as bad, he didn't mind, it didn't make her any less exceptional.
The pants effortlessly fell to the ground and left him in nothing but his boxers, which did not help to hide his boner. Moira rubbed her palm on the underside of his clothed shaft and with the other hand gently held his balls. "Anything off limits? Any rules?"
Moira's words caught Reaper off guard a bit, he didn't really expect her to care about his boundaries and much less ask. "I'm down for pretty much anything light bdsm..." Reaper whimpered out as Moira rubbed him in a specially sensitive area, Moira wore a sleazy grin and slowly pulled down his boxers, letting his cock spring free from the restraint to finally get some much needed attention.
"Let's have some fun then~" Moira suddenly tugged Reaper forward with his sweatshirt making him trip and fall from still having his pants and now boxers around his ankles. Their bodies met abruptly with a small slapping noise, Reaper arms extended out to stop his fall and pinning Moira in place underneath him. His penis now semi between her legs almost touching the latex they covered her body. He heard one of the most soft and seductive giggles come from Moira, her lust filled eyes only added to it. "I want this outfit off of you Moira..." he couldn't help but rub the head of his cock against the latex of the outfit, precum leaking out on her. Moira simply smiled and caressed his cheek gently, it wasn't a sly smile like normal but more of a gentle loving smile. Then she took the bunny ear headband off her head and slid it on Reapers, he made a 'hmm?' sound in response but wasn't answered immediately until she reached up and whispered into his ear,
"You're such a good boy Reyes, now why don't you you be better and let me devour you, my little bunny~" Reapers eyes widened and before he could comprehend what has happening he was pushed onto his back against the soft sheets with Moira planted a top his chest. Sure, he could have just easily flipped her off him, for she was very petite; but he kinda wanted to let her take control, let her have her way with him, is that so wrong?
Reaper let out a breathy chuckle as he gazed at the women on top of him, Moira grabbed his hands and guided them to her hips, slowly feeling and moving up and down her body. He was able to feel every crevasse thanks to the latex. Moira let go of one of the hands and led the other up to her mouth, putting it on her cheek just close enough to her mouth to where she could suck on one of his fingers and his free arm explored more. He loved the way her tongue swirled around his digit and especially how she seemed to graze her canines over his finger on purpose now and then. Then she grabbed him again. This time she was quicker and slammed his hands over his head and to his surprise, not sure how exactly, he was indeed handcuffed and trapped. She sure was impatient... all that happened in about 3 seconds, she must have had it sitting waiting beforehand or she's really good at this.
Reaper looked at her with desperate eyes, head slumped against the bed headboard with his hands restrained above his head begging for someone to touch his cock. Moira laid on his chest getting closer and closer to his face till they connected in a passionate dance that filled Reaper with excitement and made him twitch involuntarily. Moiras long tongue slithered through Reaper's mouth like trying to find a light switch in the dark. Her teeth gently biting his lip every time she would retract for air only to return to drown him with her lust.
"Please Moira, p...please!"
"Please what, my little pet?"
He couldn't believe he was about to say this...
"Please touch me Moira..." Moira ate him alive with her dagger-like gaze as she smiled, hearing him say such lewd things so desperately served as her victory.
"Gladly,"
Moira pushed her thighs together trapping Reaper's cock between them, slowly she swayed her hips and pushed and pulled against him, rubbing his cock between her delicate thighs. They were warm, and soft, and felt absolutely perfect with his dick nuzzle nicely between them.
"So commander, after all the trouble you put yourself through to find me here. Was your effort worth the bother?"
Moira's long nails scaled on Reaper's cheek as she analyzed his reactions to certain movements. The way his breathing hitched, how his lips trembled, how his gaze was lost.
"D-Defiantly"
His voice shuttered when he spoke, he hadn't felt an intimate touch other than his own for a long time, and Moira made quick work of him. Sweat started to develop on his forehead and his labored breathing while he tried to focus on the feeling of his manhood being stimulated between Moiras thighs. He even started to buck his hips up in the moment wanting more from her.
"Seems someone's getting impatient,"
Moira stopped and sat up once more, with the stimulation now gone Reaper watch as she moved. Pulling the stars of the tight latex suit off her arms and letting the outfit roll off her body until it was at her waist, freeing her small perky breast in the process. The only thing hiding the prize was two strings that tieds to the hips to keep the outfit together, with one skillful pull the knot was undone and her womanhood was revealed. Discarding the outfit on the floor she adjusted herself to be crouching just above his cock. "Ya ready?"
She didn't need an answer, he didn't give her one but instead started in anticipation. Slowly he watched his cock disappear into the warm heavily caverns of her insides. Grunting and inevitably taking his breath away, he looked up at Moiras face who was eyeing him right back. He gave a slow nod cueing for Moira to continue. She rose herself from him and slowly descended back, he could feel every bit of her, her insides were exceptionally warm and snug. A perfect fit for his cock. The way her perky tits bounced when she moved made it harder to resist pulling against the restraints. He wanted to touch her, to hold her and fuck her like a dog. Over and over.
Getting lost in his own thoughts and drowning in pleasure as Moira sped up. She had adjusted the position a bit now to where she was more so on her knees, to enable her to be closer to Reaper and go faster. Her less damaged hand gently played with his nipple, just light touching and pushing, sometimes a little pull or twist. He would be lying if he said it didn't drive him crazy (in a good way) when she did that. It only got better as his moans flooded the room when she took his other nipple in her mouth and set her masterful tongue to amuse the idea.
"God fucking d-damn... y-your e-exeptionsl Moira..." he bit his lip trying to keep some of the embarrassing noises within him but it didn't help much.
"Likewise my little rabbit," Reaper knew he wouldn't last much longer like this. Even though he didn't want this to end it would have to eventually. The feeling of her insides smothering his cock was getting to be too much, he could feel himself occasionally bottom out inside her and push against her womb which seemed to drive Moira insane by the way she reacted, moaning out and jerking her body a little bit.
"P-Please Moira... let me cum." He pushed through gritted teeth as he tugged against the restraints holding him down.
Moira didn't say anything but just put up her hand and slowly a finger fell, then another. She was making him wait till her cue to cum. He should have expected this. The seconds seemed to become longer though and he knew she was intentionally extending the time her finger was up at the last second. Finally when her hand was closed she whispered to him.
"Empty yourself in me Reyes~"
With that, he burst, twitching all over as he howled in pleasure. Pumping Moira full of his load as she slowed down and let him fully enjoy his high. By the time he had stopped moaning he felt like he needed a drink.
Moira still sat on top of him, she didn't move, just sat there with his cock still inserted.
"Dr. O'Deorain..?" Reaper huffed out through his staggered breathing. She looked at him with an amused smile on her face, she had something planned, some idea. He could see it on her face!!!
Moira put one of those child syringes in his mouth, a tasteless fluid slithered inside and instinctively he swallowed it. Reaper couched some of it out and questioned her as he struggled against the cuffs that held him down.
"Don't worry dear, it's just gonna give you a little pep in your step so you can keep up with what else I have planned for you tonite...~"