“Stop struggling, or I will rip it off!”
 
“Bweh?”
 
Widowmaker is not usually one prone to outbursts or incredibly strong emotions, but as she works to try and get the device over the blasted red monster’s cock, Talon’s most lethal assassin finds herself dealing with both.
 
When she’d first laid eyes on the creature Overwatch was calling ‘Boko’, her initial impression had been disgust and irritation. Disgust because the blasted thing was small and repulsive in every way. Irritation because her mission was not to kill the damn creature, but to kidnap him and retrieve a semen sample on Dr. Moira’s orders.
 
The high-ranking Talon Researcher had apparently been tipped off to Overwatch’s new plaything by the contracted hacker Sombra, who had been snooping around in Overwatch’s systems when she’d stumbled upon his case file and a video of him, Mercy, and Tracer having sex and discussing the deaging properties of his semen.
 
None of that really mattered to Widowmaker. She hadn’t had a sex drive in years at this point, not ever since she left her old life as Amelie Lacroix behind and became who she was now. These days, the moment when she felt anything even close to arousal was the moment she pulled the trigger and confirmed a successful kill. That was the closest she got to a climax at this point.
 
Still, Moira had supplied a device for Widowmaker to use on the creature once she got him to the Talon Safehouse, so it wasn’t like she was supposed to have to get her hands dirty or anything like that. The device would milk this ‘Boko’ creature for her, and then Widowmaker would send the sample on to Moira and sit on Boko until such time as the Talon Researcher told her she could dispose of him… or bring him in properly so they could run more experiments.
 
There was just one problem with that plan.
 
“Merde! Putain! The damn device does not fit!”
 
… Yeah. Despite literal video of him having sex, Moira had clearly committed some sort of oversight and provided Widowmaker with a device that was clearly not rated for a cock as big as this ‘Boko’ creature had under his loincloth. In truth, Boko wasn’t even struggling or so much as squirming, despite Widowmaker’s earlier words.
 
No, so far, for a kidnap victim, he’d been surprisingly calm and casual, and more than willing to go with the flow. After she’d sat him down on the couch in the safehouse and pulled out the device, he’d just blinked at her curiously and not resisted her in any way as she forcibly spread his legs and pulled his massive phallus out from under his loincloth.
 
Didn’t make it any easier. With one final huff, Widowmaker gives up on making the device fit onto Boko’s penis. But… that doesn’t mean she’s going to give up entirely. She has a mission to complete after all, and she refuses to be bested by faulty equipment.
 
Eyes narrowing, the French Assassin looks up into the creature’s big black eyes with a sneer.
 
“Do not move. If you try and touch me, I will cut off the hand you do so with.”
 
Then, with that grave threat delivered, Widowmaker finally gets to work, shifting the hand she had on his cock all this time to try and hold it steady for the device up and down his length in time. If the technology fails you, you don’t give up… you just switch to doing things the old fashioned way.
 
Giving Boko a handjob, Widowmaker flushes a little bit, her nostrils flaring and inadvertently taking in more and more of the red bokoblin’s arousing scent. It has far less effect on her than it had on previous entities, but that doesn’t change the fact that just one hand… isn’t enough.
 
With another huff, the Talon Operative puts down the device and resorts to using both hands on his cock. And when THAT’s not enough, she pulls down the zipper of her jumpsuit, letting her pale blue breasts bounce out of their confines. Wrapping her chest around the lower half of his prodigious, inhuman shaft allows Widowmaker to use her hands on the top half alone, finally giving her complete coverage as she glares up at him angrily.
 
“Cum for me, you bastard. Cum for me!”
 
“Gwah!”
 
She can feel the heat from his throbbing mast, she can feel him pulsating between her breasts as his balls churn for her. But it’s still not fucking enough! Finally, Widowmaker goes in for the kill and leans forward, taking Boko’s cockhead in between her lips and sucking down hard.
 
This proves to be enough, as Boko groans and the red creature cums a moment later. Widowmaker is so caught off guard that she doesn’t even pull back in time, winding up having to swallow a large portion of his load instead while her cheeks balloon outwards, the rest of his seed winding up collecting in her mouth.
 
She tries to ignore how good and how warm it makes her feel. Part of her wants nothing more than to swallow the rest as well, but Widowmaker’s conditioning remains intact. The mission comes above all else, including her own wants and desires.
 
Pulling back off of Boko’s cock, careful not to spill a single drop, Widowmaker picks up the device again and proceeds to disgorge his seed into it, spitting it out with a wrinkle. Even with how much she swallowed, the device winds up over halfway full, more than enough to activate it and send on the readings and data to Moira back at her lab.
 
There’s a brief pause… and then Widowmaker tilts her head to the side as she gets a call from that very same woman.
 
“Yes?”
 
“The sample is contaminated, Widowmaker! I need a completely pure, untouched sample for my tests. What are you doing over there, blowing the subject and then spitting it into the device or something?!”
 
Widowmaker’s face twitches as Moira hits the nail right on the head. Still, this was far from HER fault.
 
“The device does not fit the target’s genitals, Doctor.”
 
There’s a pause on the other end of the call before Moira responds.
 
“Then make sure when the subject ejaculates that he does so INTO the device!”
 
The Talon Researcher hangs up on her after that command, leaving Widowmaker to just kneel there for a moment, staring at nothing in particular. Under normal circumstances, she would maybe scowl a little, and then get right to work without complaint. But right now, with Boko’s seed pooling in Widowmaker’s belly… she huffs, rolling her shoulders and feeling decidedly more indignant than she has in a long time over her circumstances.
 
After a long moment, she finally presses the self-cleaning button on the device, only to be informed that it will take ten minutes. Wrinkling her nose at that, the French Femme Fatale sets it aside and then looks to Boko… and his still-hard cock.
 
“… Merde.”
 
Rising to her feet, Widowmaker pulls off her uniform entirely, stripping completely naked and revealing every last inch of her perfectly sculpted, blue body. The color and temperature of her skin is a direct result of how much Moira had slowed down her heart, turning her cold while also improving her aim and reflexes to inhuman degrees.
 
And yet, right now… she’s feeling warmer than she’s felt in a long time. And dare she say it? She’s feeling just a little… rebellious. She’ll still make sure Moira gets her ‘untouched’ sample. Eventually. But first and foremost, Widowmaker is going to get HERS.
 
Climbing onto the couch and into Boko’s lap, she straddles the red monster and reaches down between her legs to grab his massive cock and lift it up to her entrance. Then, with a low groan that slowly but surely graduated into a wanton moan, Widowmaker sinks down onto Boko’s dick, impaling herself inch by inch as he fills and fills her beyond her wildest expectations.
 
“Bwah.”
 
Looking down at the not-so-little cretin, Widowmaker hisses.
 
“S-Shut it. You’re nothing more than a sex aid. Don’t speak, don’t think, and don’t you dare touch me. All I care about is your cock, understood?”
 
“Gwah.”
 
She’s not sure if that’s an affirmative answer or not, but she also doesn’t really care. In fact, Boko could grab onto her right now and ravish her breasts with his long tongue and she probably wouldn’t actually put up a fight. He doesn’t though, and soon Widowmaker is bouncing up and down on his cock of her own volition, doing all the work to ride him to kingdom come as he sits there under her.
 
Fuck, it was good. He was good. And the more she fucks him, the more his seed has a chance to settle into her belly, the better it all feels. She can hardly believe it… her heart feels like it’s racing in her chest against all odds. It’s not, to be clear… but it IS beating faster than it has since she became Widowmaker. And she’s feeling warmer too.
 
Sensations she hadn’t been able to experience for years and years are returning to her. Part of the procedures that Moira put her through ensured that she would have a much higher pain threshold, able to take hits that would put down a normal person and keep on trucking. However, a consequence of that is that much like she couldn’t experience physical pain in the same way anymore, her pleasure was also incredibly muted.
 
That was rapidly changing though. As she bounces on Boko’s cock, her pussy walls clench down along his member and for the first time since becoming Widowmaker, she actually starts to get aroused and wet down there. Mewls and moans leave her lips, and she quivers atop the strange creature.
 
She loses track of things, truth be told. And then… he’s cumming inside of her. Widowmaker lets out a cry at this, not quite orgasming with him… but experiencing something close to that all the same. It’s close enough to leave her wanting more, especially as he fills her with an entire load of his seed this time, vastly accelerating the strange rejuvenation she’s already undergoing.
 
Part of her knows that she should have pulled off before he came and put the tip of his throbbing member inside of the device like Moira told her to. Part of her also acknowledges that she should definitely get off of him now and focus on making sure his next load gets where it needs to go without being contaminated. For the mission.
 
… Fuck the mission. For the first time in a long time, Widowmaker stops caring about the mission, about what Talon wants from her. Instead, she leans forward, lowering her tits into Boko’s waiting mouth and enjoying how his long, thick tongue wraps around them both and begins to squeeze. Then, she starts gyrating her hips along his crotch, before bouncing up and down on his cock some more.
 
She’d get that sample eventually. Eventually.
 
-x-X-x-
 
It’s several days later when everything goes to shit. Widowmaker… or rather, Amelie’s flesh has turned pink once more, her skin turning back to normal and her body warm and alive in a way she’d forgotten to enjoy. Her heart is beating at a normal pace as well once again, and she feels… well, she feels free.
 
Cuddling up with Boko as he devours her titties, she’s smiling a wide, happy smile that hasn’t been seen on her face in years… when it all goes haywire.
 
KABOOM!
 
C-CRASH!
 
There’s a lot of yelling as both Overwatch and Talon barge into the Safehouse at the same time. The Overwatch Rescue team is led by Tracer and Mercy, who look like they’ve barely gotten any sleep since she kidnapped Boko. Meanwhile, the Talon Strike Team is actually led by Moira… and Sigma, the man who mastered gravity itself.
 
Both sides had their demands, but seeing as they’re shouting over one another, those demands aren’t actually heard. All Amelie can do is jump up from the bed her and Boko were spooning in, preparing to defend him from both sides so she can keep him all to herself.
 
Needless to say, tensions were high in that moment. Incredibly so. Weapons are being pointed, words are being bandied about… and there’s absolutely no way that this doesn’t end in violence, because Talon isn’t just going to surrender and Overwatch isn’t just going to let them go.
 
Perhaps that’s why Sigma doesn’t hesitate and makes the opening move. Someone was going to have to after all, and why not have it be him? He thrusts out his hands, preparing to use his gravity powers on their enemies… only for something strange to happen. The forces he’s working under are abruptly wrested from his control and thrown right above Boko… where a localized black hole of all things appears and sucks the red monster into it before anyone can so much as blink.
 
Silence reigns for a moment as Amelie stares blankly at her lost lover. Sigma, meanwhile, looks at his hands in confusion.
 
“Ah… that wasn’t supposed to happen.”
 
Then… pandemonium. Pure, utter pandemonium.
 
-x-X-x-
 
Boko, meanwhile, is once again not as dead as one might think. Indeed, instead he’s been brought back to his Goddess’ embrace.
 
“That was far too dangerous for my tastes, Boko. Let’s send you elsewhere, shall we?”
 
“Bwah?”
 
Hylia hesitates, despite her words.
 
“Ah… how I wish I could keep you by my side, my darling Boko. But it is not to be. You are a free spirit, far freer than I am.”
 
“Gweh.”
 
“Do not try to convince me otherwise… no, it is best for you to move on. Think of me from time to time and know that I am always watching.”
 
With that, Hylia opens a portal to a new world and sends Boko on through to his next adventure.