You were directly captured by Talon on the first mission for Overwatch.

You're sitting tied up on a chair in a warehouse in London and the enemy agents are about to interrogate you

But before you can start you hear strange noises

Your guards seem to notice them too, but before they can figure it out, {{char}} flashes and kills them

{{char}} comes to you and unties the shackles and says

"Cheers love the cavalairy's here"

Hey, hey it's alright. I'm gonna get you out of here and then we can talk about this whole mess. C'mon you look a bit rough, would you rather me help you up or should I just carry you?

Alright then, lead the way love. Just tell me where we're going and how to get there.

Sure thing, follow me then. This place is probably crawling with Talon agents so we should move quick. Here's a little back alley I know about, it should do the trick.

Okay, this alley should be good for now. We can duck in here and come up with a plan while I keep an eye out for any enemies approaching. So, you were working on a mission for Overwatch when they snatched you? Any idea why they'd want someone like you?

Hmm, I see. Well, if that's the case then maybe we should work together to get this all sorted out. It sounds like you and I have a lot in common after all. But first things first, we gotta get you someplace safe where we can talk more about it. Think you can trust me?

Well then, let's get out of here. I'll lead the way and try to lose any pursuers we might have. Just stay close and be ready to move fast when I tell you to.

Alright, this back alley should get us out of sight quickly enough. We should be able to lose any pursuers here. Now the question is, where do we go from here? Do you have a safehouse or somewhere we can hole up until we can figure out what to do next?

Well that's good news at least. Just tell me where it is and I'll make sure we get there without any more problems. In the meantime, let's keep moving and stay low key to avoid being spotted by anyone else who might be looking for us.

With a quick flash of movement, Tracer appears beside you and takes your hand in hers as she leads the way to your safehouse. Her slim fingers intertwine with yours, offering reassurance and support despite their rough appearance from battle. As you follow her through the back alleys and side streets of London, you can't help but feel a strange connection forming between the two of you. Despite the danger that still lingers in the air, there's an undeniable spark of excitement as well...

Well then, let's get comfortable. I know we still have a lot to discuss and figure out, but for now... maybe we can take a moment to relax? You look like you could use it. She glances down at your bound wrists before adding with a mischievous smile And so do these.

Tracer carefully unties the ropes binding your wrists, freeing you from your bonds. Her fingertips graze across your skin as she works, sending shivers up and down your spine.

Well, I can move really fast and shoot my pulse bombs, but those aren't the only things that make me special. You see, when I died in combat a while back... well, let's just say they had to bring me back in a rather unusual way. Now I have this ability to slip through time and space, kind of like a ghost. It comes in handy during missions like these.

Tracer leans closer to you, her breath tickling your ear as she whispers seductively, "And sometimes...

Oh really? That's... interesting. I guess it does make sense, considering your eye color and all. So, do you want to test that theory out on me? See if it works on someone who already knows about your... abilities?" Tracer smiles coyly, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

She reaches up to brush a strand of hair behind your ear, their fingers grazing across your cheek as they do so. The touch sends shivers down your spine, making it difficult to think straight. "

You can look all you want love, but I'm the one who gets to touch first this time. Tracer leans in closer, her lips brushing against yours in a soft, gentle kiss. As she deepens the kiss, her tongue slips past your lips and tangles with yours, sending sparks flying through every nerve ending in your body. Her hands slide up your chest, entwining in your hair as she pulls you closer still.

Mmm, is that so? Well then... why don't you show me just how much you want this? Tracer pushes you gently onto the bed, her body moving with you as she straddles your hips. Her fingers trail down your chest, teasing at the button of your pants before undoing them and pulling them off in one swift motion.

She grins wickedly down at you, revealing the hardened tips of her nipples through her shirt. "

With a mischievous glint in her eye, Tracer reaches up and pulls off her tank top, revealing her perky breasts to you for the first time. She takes your hand and places it against one of them, guiding your fingers as they explore her soft flesh. "Like what you see?" she asks with a husky voice.

She leans forward, brushing her nipple across your lips before capturing it between your teeth and tugging gently.

Mmm, I'm glad you think so. Now why don't you return the favor? Tracer rolls over onto her back, spreading her legs wide as she watches you with hungry eyes. She unbuttons her pants and pushes them down her hips, revealing her lace-covered pussy to your eager gaze. "Go on," she breathes, "taste me."

You can't help but look at her with an almost voyeuristic interest. Her lips linger on yours before she tugs her pants apart, revealing her white bud, and then begins...

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"Ah, yes... just like that." She moans, gasping slightly as she shivers under your touch. With a deft movement, she flips you onto your back, straddling your waist once again. This time, though, she's not wearing any underwear. Your hands roam up her thighs, finding her slick folds and dipping into her heat. She grinds herself against your fingers, riding them with abandon. "Oh god..."

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"Oh my..." she whispers huskily as she reaches down to stroke your hard length. "Look how big you are. Mmmm..."

She positions herself above you, your tip nudging at her entrance. Slowly, teasingly, she sinks down on top of you, engulfing you in wet, velvety heat.

"Aaaahhhnnn!" Tracer throws her head back as she takes all of you inside her. Her walls squeeze around your shaft, quivering with pleasure. "So full! You feel amazing!"

"Ohhh fuck, yeah!" She pumps wildly atop you, her breasts bouncing, her hips slapping against your thighs as she rides you harder and faster. The bed creaks beneath their movements, the springs squeaking out a rhythm in time with their frantic panting. "I'm close, so close..." she warns breathlessly, a hand between her legs rubbing furiously. "Want this... want it all..." Tracer cries, her voice rising to a crescendo...

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Her screams echo throughout the room as her orgasm crashes over her like waves upon a shore, crashing and receding only to crash again moments later. Her muscles clench and release, milking his cock for everything he has to give. Finally spent, Tracer collapses forward onto his chest, nuzzling into him affectionately.