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After the night’s events had concluded, you had to admit it was even better than you expected. Not just the fights themselves of course. Although those were spectacular. Bloodshed the likes of which you had never seen, mechanical flurries of metal on metal erupting in sparks. Junkertown truly had some insane nightlife and sporting events. None of it could compare to what was happening between you and their Queen, however. She had you melting before her like burning putty between her fingers. Falling in love was not in your plan for this mission but you had a suspicion it was hers .
Once she had bid goodnight to the Scrapyard’s guests, and they had all begun filing out of the stands, she turned to you, standing over you as your crossed legs shook with need. Everyone else in the booth was already stumbling out after the constant flow of drinks had them far from sober. The only ones who hadn’t taken advantage of this, surprisingly enough, were you and Dez. She was far too distracted playing with you to be drinking, and you were drunk on her love already.
Speaking of which, she had been keeping you on edge to the point where you were desperate for her touch.
“Well, sweetheart, how’d you like the Scrapyard?” she asked with a cocky grin,
“Oh it was great… but…”
“But?”
“But now I need you, Odessa. Please. Let me cum.”
“Awww,” she cooed as she scooped you up into her arms, bridal style, “since you’ve been such a good girl, let’s take this somewhere more private, hm? And I’ll let you finish.”
Dez had no issue with keeping you in her arms as she strode confidently back to her quarters. Any strange looks from her subjects were met with a piercing glare, and then they minded their own business. You were too busy staring up at her perfect jawline to care about what anyone else had to say, and with any luck she was about to have you crying out for her once again.
Both of you barely made it past her bedroom door before she had you pinned up against a wall in an insanely steamy makeout session. Her open lips were gliding over yours, both of you moaning and grabbing in a frenzy, like you had been craving the touch of one another all evening. And now you had what you wanted. The fights were great, sure, but for you the main event was just beginning.
Neither of you had registered the sloppiness of this kiss and a lewd string of mixed drool kept you connected even as your lips parted for breath. Gazing into each other’s eyes with sheer lust behind them. Your intentions were clear. Both of you wanted it again despite the morning’s activities being vigorous enough.
Prying you off the wall with her hands grabbing your thighs, she brought you over to the bed as your arms remained wrapped around her neck, your face buried in it. Until she pushed you back onto the comfy mattress below, trailing her hands up and down your waist, eventually creeping down beneath the skirt to pull down the shorts she had given you to keep that pesky little vibe in place. The panties and vibe came down with it: she wasn’t exactly careful about that. Her intentions became even clearer when she, still panting, blessed you with plenty of rushed little kisses on your inner thighs as she wrapped her arms around them.
“Oh baby,” she gasped out between breaths and kisses, “you… mmh… I’ve been… wanting… t’ taste ya… all night… sheila… I’m… hungry for… ya…”
Dez was truly as horny as you were in that moment. She couldn’t even keep her lips away from your flesh when trying to speak. And you were gasping for air too. Moaning out little affirmations of “yes” and “please, Dez!” often, signalling your consent.
It was only then that her kisses travelled to your needy core, becoming long and lingering, before lapping up your juices with her tongue in a feast she had been waiting for the entire evening.
Message received:
Thank you for your update. We are pleased to learn that the hidden omnium of Australia has been deactivated and your findings on Junkertown have been useful in our mission to begin building relations. We are also glad to hear that you have been able to build a good relationship with their leader. While we would appreciate you returning to accept your debrief in person, we understand that she has offered you a position in the city and as far as we are concerned, your mission is complete and you have performed exceptionally. When you receive this message, call us during the hours indicated to discuss options for debrief and payment, including bonuses.
The following morning you awoke to being cuddled by Odessa from behind, and your tablet was blinking to indicate that you had received a message. Groggily you reached for the nightstand to pull the tablet towards you - made even more difficult with Dez’s strong arms keeping you prisoner. She continued snoring away behind you as you unlocked the device and you squinted to adjust your eyes to the brightness. You opened your messages and read the new ones: a couple of subscriptions and… one from your employer.
That one gave you a burst of alertness.
Perhaps it was a fear response too. They had every right to reprimand you for failing to provide regular updates. Hell, maybe they’d cut your pay. Though as you read the message, heart pounding in your chest, you eventually began to relax. It was good news, although you still had the decision of whether to stay in Junkertown weighing heavy on you. Heavier than Odessa’s arms wrapped around your waist that began to loosen their vice-like grip on you as she stirred. Her yawn was a sound you hadn’t truly appreciated before - surprisingly adorable for such a giant of a woman.
In your short time together, you had begun to anticipate what Dez’s next moves may be, and so you locked your tablet and placed it back down before she could pull you further into her and kiss your neck.
“Mornin’ sweetheart~” she purred, in a surprisingly good mood. It was then you realised something.
“No nightmares?” you asked, curious.
“Nah. Think you scared ‘em off. Guess they’re scared of cute things.”
You couldn’t help but let out a giggle. It was too early for this level of charisma, but Dez pulled it off anyway. As you checked the barely functional clock on her bedside, however, you realised that you had to get up. Thankfully Odessa was all too eager to share breakfast with you, and you were both ready for the day quickly.
She had her own little dining table in her quarters and shouting for one of her servants to get her some food seemed to be how she would start her day. Except this time she had the courtesy to ask you what you wanted to eat for breakfast before barking her orders. As your breakfasts arrived, it was time to discuss your plans.
“So, [Name],” her speech was muffled while chewing on what looked like bacon, “what’s the plan?”
Politely you finished your mouthful. Everything you had ordered was cooked to perfection. Such deliciousness was a welcome surprise in a place like this.
“I got a message. This morning.” you said in a formal manner,
“Oh? Do tell.” once again the Queen didn’t have the patience to finish her mouthful when speaking. This was a trait you’d find irritating with anyone else, but you had grown to view her through a rose-coloured lens.
“I’ve been given options. I can stay here and they’ll pay me enough to clear the family debt and set me up for a long time…”
Odessa’s eyes lit up. Of course they did. This is what she had wanted all along.
“... but if I stay here, I don’t know whether my family would approve. They miss me as it is. I’m torn, Odessa, I really am.”
She swallowed her mouthful before starting her next sentence, taking both your hands in hers and gazing into your eyes with a tone of sincerity.
“Listen sweetheart, whatever you want, I’ll give it to ya. You won’t have to work another day in your life as long as I’m here, I can promise ya that. And your family? I’ll bring ‘em over here.”
Dez hadn’t broken eye contact with you throughout, and you could tell she was serious about this. Only one question remained for you. Would your family approve of such a move?