Payment In Full

To the best of Anesthesia’s knowledge, Zarya was not officially a hentai wrestler, but she could easily see how the muscle woman could fit the bill if she so chose and excel in the division. She wasn’t just strong, she wasn’t just cunning. She had a keen carnal mind, the likes of which the Dark Nightingale had yet to see...not counting the times she looked in the mirror, of course.

Without even thinking, her hips started wildly rocking against the Iron Soldier’s thigh, riding it like a mare in need of breaking. Each thrust was more intense than the last, as juices began to leak down Zarya’s thigh and trickle to the floor, her arousal reaching a fever pitch. She was close and getting closer, so hot and wild…

In the corner of her eye, she saw someone open the gym door, take a step inside, then turn right back around when she caught sight of what was happening. Good. No interruptions.

Anesthesia’s tongue darted out and ran along Zarya’s lips as she spoke those powerful words. Not quite a kiss, but almost a silent plea, asking for her new lover to bridge the gap. All the while, hot and heavy pants came from her throat, as she felt the predictable wave running through her system. Just a little more, just a little more.

Zarya Volkov did the cruelest thing she could possibly do in that circumstance... she slowed down.

For a tense moment it seemed the Iron Soldier might decide to end their little game as quickly as it began, leaving matters unfinished and Anesthesia unsatisfied. It latest only a moment, just long enough to send the message that yes, Zarya could have done 'exactly' that. She was certainly capable of it.

Instead, Zarya kissed her.

There was nothing tender or gentle or tentative about the almost violent intensity of her lips, the crush of her mouth fierce, demanding. Zarya's tongue delved passed the nightingales lips to tangle heatedly with her own. All the while, the war goddess continued the fevered rocking of Anesthesia's body against a steely thigh, dragging her towards the precipice, towards that inevitable shattering.

There were a variety of things Zarya could’ve done to Anesthesia like this. While she thought herself a superior wrestler from a technical standpoint and felt she could’ve handled the larger woman - albeit with great difficulty - in a match, she had all the power at the moment, with little limit to the way she could bend and twist and break Anesthesia. She wouldn’t lie, that thought alone sent a chill up her spine.

But that chill came to an abrupt halt the moment Zarya’s ministrations slowed.

It was an instant, but a hellish instant, as Anesthesia’s body cried out for release, longing for the final stretch. She almost voiced her protest, an act that surely wouldn’t have ended well. Luckily, the Iron Soldier had other plans for her mouth.

The kiss and the grinding that followed were enough, more than enough to do the deed, as whatever ground Anesthesia had lost in that moment of denial was quickly reclaimed. She let out a hoarse scream into Zarya’s throat as the proof of submission escaped her sex, and her fingers dug so deep into those hardened muscles that she thought they might draw blood. And didn’t care.

In that moment, she gave herself entirely over to Zarya as the high took her over, then closed her eyes for the slow descent. Her grip slackened, but never truly ended, as she slowly rocked back and forth to milk all she could from that delicious thigh.

She didn't mind the sting of fingernails against her skin, or the trickle of blood that had risen from the resulting welts. Zarya broke the kiss as suddenly as it had begun, taking a deep, steadying breath and licking her lips. She liked what she tasted there, and while she wanted nothing more then throw Anesthesia over her shoulder and cart the wicked nurse back to her place for extra-circular activity, this wasn't the time. If anything, they'd already lingered too long.

"I think we're going to work well together." She grinned, motioning back to the prone form of Sista A. "She's not going to like it though."

She had yet to actually relinquish Anesthesia, and while one hand remained on the woman's hip the other rose to press against her lower back, rocking her at a far more sedate rhythm. "It's a fifteen percent increase per job, by the way. I'm sure you can manage that."

As Anesthesia’s climax died, she found herself breathing heavy and slow, trying to slow down her steady heart. It had been long, too long, since she’d enjoyed the feel of another woman’s body in such a way. Not that she didn't have sex - in fact, she scarcely did without it every other day.

But this was something more carnal than she was used to. More aggressive. While she still preferred to be the one on top, she could see the appeal of trading power like this. Just because she liked chocolate didn’t mean she couldn’t try other flavors now and again.

She sighed as Zarya continued to rock her, rolling her about like a little lewd doll in her grasp. ”Fifteen percent is reasonable.” It was far less than what she was expecting, truth be told, but she wasn’t about to blurt that out. ”And what Aisha doesn’t like is of little concern to you.” Anesthesia dabbed a finger between her legs and brought it to Zarya’s lips, letting her taste a sliver of the mess she’d made. “As I’m sure you already know.”

Fifteen percent *was* on the low end of Zarya's considered price increase, but she wasn't concerned. The money was still good, and being part of Anesthesia's twisted schemes were worth it for the entertainment value alone. And finally, and most importantly, it left plenty of room to squeeze her illustrious new benefactor at a later date. Always leave a little wiggle room for further negotiation.

Accepting Anesthesia's offered fingers, slick with her honey, Zarya made a show of slowly rolling her tongue almost worshippingly over its surface before taking the digit between her lips, cleaning with thoughly with a manner meant to suggest what else she might be capable of, given in inclination. Then, when she was done, she caught the finger between her thigh, applying 'just' enough pressure to hold it there if Anesthesia attempted to pull her hand back. The russian held it for just a second longer then she needed, then let go.

"Makoto." She began, grasping the Dark Nightingale about her hips, lifting her up with ease and setting her firmly down to the floor at arms length. Cool air rushed in where their bodies had been so tightly pressed. "Next step is her big test, correct? I will make sure Isa is ready. You'll get the results you're after. One way, or the other. And as for little Sister..."

"You're right, she's not my problem. She's yours. Let her know coming after me for payback isn't in anyone's best interest. She'll listen, if it comes from you."