【Overwatch Audio RP】"The Bet" | Widowmaker X Doomfist (Listener)【F4M】

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Hmph, another match won for Widowmaker. All of these people are such imbeciles, thinking that they stand a chance against me, a master assassin. Truly, they need to get over themselves.

After all, I am the best. Oh, hello, Doomfist. So you're going to be playing in the next match, are you? Hmph, well I hope you're prepared to lose, because I've been on quite the winning streak lately.

So don't get your hopes up on winning this next match. I suggest you back out now if you don't want to humiliate yourself in front of your comrades. Oh, is that so? You're convinced you're going to win, are you? That you're going to put me in my place, are you? Well, since you're so certain you're going to win, how about we make a bet on it? Oh, come now.

You do remember that mission we shared, don't you? Back when we worked for Talon. Before we started doing these silly little games.

Back when we took our work seriously. I don't know if you paid attention, but that night in the casino, I was quite the player. Gambling may seem childish to some, but for me it's a chance to show off my skills.

An ability to play other people and win. Coming out with everything that they hold dear. Well, except for their life, of course.

But for some, money is their entire life, so I guess in a way it counts. But anyway, how about we make a deal? If I win this next match, which I know that I will, you will have to do everything I say for the rest of the evening.

And if you win? Well, then I'll put my money where my mouth is and do everything that you want me to do for the rest of the evening. How does that sound? But of course, anything you desire, I'll do it.

Although, like I said, I wouldn't get my hopes up. After all, I've been on a winning streak all day long, so I doubt that this next match will be my downfall. So, I fully expect you to cement yourself to the floor on your knees for me when this is all over.

You're really certain you're going to win? Then I take it you're in on the deal? Oh, you're really going to make me eat my words, are you? Then the deal is set.

I'd wish you luck, but. .. It would be rude of me to give you false hope for something you're not going to get.

See you on the losing field, Doomfist. I. ..

lost. There's. ..

there's no possible way I could have lost that. I. ..

I was doing tremendously up until now. How could I have possibly lost? You're right.

A deal's a deal, and. .. I suppose you'll be getting what you want in making me eat my words, so.

.. Go ahead. Tell me.

What exactly do you want me to do since you've won our bet? I don't call it cementing myself to failure. I'm a woman of my word.

And even though I do not like the idea of losing, I will. .. tolerate my.

.. I will tolerate my loss and. ..

follow up with my end of the bargain. So. ..

what exactly do you want me to do? Bring you food? Alcohol? Repair your gauntlet? What exactly would you want me to.

.. What. ..

are you. .. Ah.

.. S-Sessicron. ..

So you. .. so you want me to.

.. you want me to suck that thing? I.

.. I know exactly what it's called. I've seen.

.. I've seen plenty of cocks in my day, but this is. ..

this is no normal cock. This is. ..

animalistic. It. ..

it doesn't even look human. Wait. Oh, I get it now.

Let me guess. You had your family, way back when, give you a prosthetic cock to replace the puny one you once had. That's the only explanation for how you could have such a.

.. large package. It's.

.. no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. There is no way that this is real.

Oh, please. Any man with a prosthetic cock like this one would have no issue lying to a woman and saying it's real, just to hide the shame of them having a naturally small penis. And having gone out of their way to get a bigger one.

To. .. oh, what's the word I'm looking for? Overcompensate? Oh, you're getting mad, are you? Well, that's what you get for trying to play this off like it's re.

.. what are you doing? Unhand me this instant! You can't just grab my wrist and.

.. It's. ..

this, don't. .. it's.

.. it is real after all. Then.

.. you can't possibly expect me to. ..

Of course not. Just because I found out that you weren't lying and that this cock is real doesn't mean I'll back out of the deal. I am a woman of my word, after all.

And this. .. this is.

.. this is nothing. As much as I would like to back down from this deal, I can't.

I can't go back on my word just because I'm. .. I'm.

.. no, no, I'm not scared of that thing. I've handled cocks before, ones that were.

.. Okay, they weren't as big as. ..

as inhumanly big as his, but regardless, I. .. I can handle this.

I was meant to be the perfect assassin. Nothing can shake me. So why.

.. why am I trembling so much? It.

.. it couldn't be because of. ..

him. No, it can't be. I.

.. he's dead. He's cold and dead.

So I. .. I have no reason to hesitate on this deal from.

.. from something as foolish as love and loyalty. And yet, why does my heart ache so much, the thought of doing something like this with another man? With anything else, it was part of the job, but this is.

.. this is off the clock. I.

.. I'm not doing this for a job. I'm doing this because.

.. Not because I want to, but just so I can remain honest and keep my word to Doomfist. All right, Doomfist.

I'll play your little game, but don't expect me to like it. I'm only doing this because it was part of our bet, so don't think I like getting on my knees for you. Dear Lord, it's.

.. it's throbbing so much, and it's. ..

oh, it's so big and thick. How can that fit in any woman without. ..

without causing so much internal damage? And. ..

oh, the scent. The musk of it is so strong. Oh, it's making my head spin.

When was the last time a man made me feel like this? Feel so. ..

small and helpless. Oh, I hate saying those words, even in my own head. But just.

.. fuck, everything about his cock is so. ..

so. .. Intense? Huh? Shut up.

I didn't say anything. Less talking, more touching. All right, I'll get to work.

Shut up. I'm doing my best. I can't even wrap my hand around the whole thing.

I'm sure many women walked out screaming at the sight of this monster in your pants. I mean, what woman would want this. ..

this big black demon inside of them? Unless they were suicidal and desperate to meet God early. You.

.. you liked that? What kind of demented pervert are you, Doomfist? More dirty talk.

You really are an idiot. What, you like me insulting your big black cock? You like me telling you that this.

.. that this midnight demon is appealing? Oh, but it's not.

This thing would kill any woman that you shoved it inside. Any woman or gay man or anyone would be desperate, so desperate for death that they would want to put this thing inside of them. This.

.. this filthy rotten thing that comes from the underworld. What, you like that? You like me calling your big black cock a monster from hell? An undead nightmare? A rotting corpse of a beast? Oh, I bet that makes you feel so good knowing that this is the only bit of pleasure you'll ever get.

Having someone stroke your cock knowing you'll never be able to fuck anyone with it. Oh, yes. Oh, and the only pussy that you'll ever get is from someone who yearns for death.

Someone who wishes to meet the Grim Reaper more than they would want to stay with you and give you pleasure and allow you to come from it. Why are you getting so. ..

why are you getting bigger from this? You're already so big, how can you get bigger from what I'm saying? Do you not care that I'm insulting you right now? You are really starting to get on my nerves.

You're lucky I don't kill you right now while you stand. Potente bavera. How could you ask me that? Who's.

.. who's bigger? You or my late husband? And why are you even bringing him up? He doesn't matter in this.

He's not a part of this stupid bet that we made. I am not going to answer that. I may be cementing myself to humiliation by giving you a handjob, but I refuse to bring up that man in the middle of this.

Leave him out of it. It's not like I still care about him. I feel nothing, you hear me? I feel nothing but rage at you right now and pleasure when taking people's lives.

I feel nothing for that man. Although, part of me wishes that were true. Why do I feel so uneasy right now? I can.

.. I can feel my body starting to throb at the sight of him, getting more and more aroused from my words, from my touch. When was the last time a man truly felt this way about me doing things to him? Most of them I kill.

Others run away. But this. ..

it's the first time in so long that I've touched a man and. .. enjoyed it? I feel uneasy and sick to my stomach.

But at the same time, it's pleasurable discomfort at the thought of pleasuring another man, somebody I know, somebody I work with. All the while he's talking about the man that I killed, the man I used to love, my husband. What would he say right now? It's been so long that I can't remember what he was like, but I remember his face.

I remember the way he used to smile. What kind of face would he make if he saw me like this, his once pure and beautiful wife, pleasuring another man's cock, on her hands and knees stroking him like this, saying such vile and disgusting words to him? I can't even remember what.

.. what making love with him used to be like. I can't remember.

.. I can't remember a thing. But I remember the way he made me feel back then.

I felt. .. happy.

I felt. .. complete.

I felt. .. loved.

But. .. did I ever feel like this with him? Did I ever.

.. tremble this much in anticipation? At the thought of him.

.. At the thought of him getting. ..

rock hard for me, and only me? Was I ever this excited at the mere thought of him. ..

entering me, fucking me, touching me, utterly destroying me with his cock? I can't remember. All I can think about is.

.. is. ..

this monstrosity right in front of me. Doomfists. This altruist horror of a cock that he has.

It's so. .. big and black and.

.. its scent is so strong, it's throbbing so much, and there's. ..

already so much pre-cum coming out of the tip. I shouldn't be feeling this way, but. ..

I. .. I can't help it.

Ah, so vous plait pas nonumois, mon cher Marie. But. ..

but I. .. I.

.. I. ..

I admit it. It's. ..

it's. .. bigger.

It's bigger, all right! Is that what you wanted to hear? You wanted me to tell you that your big, fat, juicy cock is bigger than my dead husband's? You want me to tell you that his puny little cock is nothing compared to this beast in front of me? This.

.. oh, this giant of a thing. This.

.. this absolute whore.