Ashe & Widowmaker - Shaking Orgasms - Commission

In the dusty underbelly of Route 66, the air was thick with heat and the scent of old oil and grit. Crumbling concrete columns cast long shadows as Ashe leaned against the rusted wall, one brow arched at the quiet figure before her.

"You sure about this, cherie?" Ashe asked, voice low and teasing. Her hat tipped back just enough to reveal a glint of mischief in her eyes.

Widowmaker stood perfectly still, elegant and unreadable in the dim light. "I do not feel... the way others do. But perhaps you could help me understand. Just... a little thrill."

Ashe chuckled, pulling a satchel from behind her. “Well, ain’t that a challenge I’m more than happy to accept.” She gave a nod to B.O.B., who lumbered to the stairwell with a dutiful grunt. "Keep watch and no peeking."

B.O.B. didn’t respond, though his massive head did turn just slightly. One mechanical eye whirring in mock interest before he settled into position like a steel sentinel.

From her bag Ashe drew a gleaming ribbed object, loud pink, and clearly as thick as her arm. She twirled it once, a wicked grin playing on her lips. “Let’s see if we can’t get your heart rate up, darlin’.”

Widowmaker raised a perfectly sculpted brow. “You are...very American.”

Ashe winked. “Damn right.”

And as the whir of the toy broke the silence of the bunker, so did Widowmaker’s low,started with a strange curious laughter. After some time Widowmaker reached her peak, her core tightened almost pushing out the toy. Her head locked back into a mind shattering orgasm—the first true sound of life in the ruins of Route 66.

"That's it sugar, now you owe me something..."

Fun little commission with a short story to play along ^_^, hope you enjoyed! There are some benefits of running dungeons and dragons games, cheesy romance writing lol.

Director.