[Zenyatta would like to laugh and promise her that they have all the time in the world- that, in fact, time is quite meaningless between two people, that it can only ever be relative to the heat between their bodies and the pleasure at one another's fingertips. But Angela moves so very much quicker than his sluggish processes can manage, already scrambling to reconfigure their priorities.
In the next moment she is in his lap, so very light in arms designed to bear far more than a single slender human, but he knows he could never hurt her. Then there are hands, fingers, not enough even as the head catches on the hard little bud at the crest of her cunt, a strange twin to his own as she carresses it with expert touches that have his hips twitching--
And his cock sinks into velvet softness with minimal resistance, swallowed up inch after inch. It is at first such a tremendous relief that he can only sigh and luxuriate in the steady, thrumming pleasure her body milks from him, the way she clings to each sensor. It does not even occur to him that the curious arch of her spine is anything but a means to show off the swell of her breasts as they rise and fall with each lovely breath, chin thrown back in rapture. But then, Zenyatta supposes dreamily, he should know better than to underestimate her capacity for keeping a clear head.]
A-Angela-!
[His cunt opens, throbbing, for her fingers with embarrassing ease, messy already with his desire and ready to clench at anything it is offered. Automatically the cock within her gives a violent twitch and releases a thick, healthy load into her body, as if she needed the encouragement to take him to the hilt. Scarcely a second later her lips kiss his pelvis, and the sensation is so wonderfully, wildly new that he cannot help but give a helpless little noise, somewhere between a cry and a moan that garbles in his vocaliser.]
Y-you are-- quite the teacher! [But you cannot fill her like this, Zenyatatta, a traitorous voice reminds him, and when his hands move, stilled with purpose, to lift her bodily up the length of his cock the urge to stuff her with ovipositor instead is so very real.
Instead, he sinks back into her with a sudden upward thrust.]
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In the next moment she is in his lap, so very light in arms designed to bear far more than a single slender human, but he knows he could never hurt her. Then there are hands, fingers, not enough even as the head catches on the hard little bud at the crest of her cunt, a strange twin to his own as she carresses it with expert touches that have his hips twitching--
And his cock sinks into velvet softness with minimal resistance, swallowed up inch after inch. It is at first such a tremendous relief that he can only sigh and luxuriate in the steady, thrumming pleasure her body milks from him, the way she clings to each sensor. It does not even occur to him that the curious arch of her spine is anything but a means to show off the swell of her breasts as they rise and fall with each lovely breath, chin thrown back in rapture. But then, Zenyatta supposes dreamily, he should know better than to underestimate her capacity for keeping a clear head.]
A-Angela-!
[His cunt opens, throbbing, for her fingers with embarrassing ease, messy already with his desire and ready to clench at anything it is offered. Automatically the cock within her gives a violent twitch and releases a thick, healthy load into her body, as if she needed the encouragement to take him to the hilt. Scarcely a second later her lips kiss his pelvis, and the sensation is so wonderfully, wildly new that he cannot help but give a helpless little noise, somewhere between a cry and a moan that garbles in his vocaliser.]
Y-you are-- quite the teacher! [But you cannot fill her like this, Zenyatatta, a traitorous voice reminds him, and when his hands move, stilled with purpose, to lift her bodily up the length of his cock the urge to stuff her with ovipositor instead is so very real.
Instead, he sinks back into her with a sudden upward thrust.]