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The Reaping	By : xMercyxReaperx Category: +M through R > Overwatch Views: 7964 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Overwatch. I do not own the characters from Overwatch. I am not making any money from this fic, I am just having some fun with my favourite ship from the Overwatch series.

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She stood still, following his form with her eyes. Her right hand was clenched in a fist and held her nightgown up to reveal her upper thigh. His eyes lingered on the exposed skin, and he paused briefly in order to take in the sight of her body. His gaze travelled up towards her chest, where he noticed that her breath had quickened; her chest moved up and down with each breath. As his path led him behind her, he noticed the rigidity of her back. Her shoulder blades jutted out and the back of her neck was exposed. He felt a sudden desire to grab her by the throat and end this now, but he quickly shook off the feeling and came full circle.
“Well, what is it?” she demanded, her voice shaking slightly.
“I want revenge” he hissed as his spectral form slammed into her, knocking her off of her feet. In an instant she was carried backwards across the room and pinned against the far wall. She gasped for breath as all the air rushed from her lungs. Reaper’s cold hand reached up and grasped her by the throat, his sharp claws dug into the warm flesh of her neck. His other hand tightly gripped her hip, holding her firmly against the wall.
“I am sorry, Gabriel, ” she managed to squeak out, while frantically grabbing at his hand holding her throat.
“You know I never meant for this to happen to you”, she confessed, causing the intensity of his grip to lessen. “I loved you, and you know that. I tried everything I possibly could to save you,” she sputtered out as tears started to well in her eyes.
Her weakness and vulnerability was a rush for him. He had her exactly where he wanted her, exactly how he wanted her. A flash of hesitancy crossed his mind, something that made him lighten his grip on her neck. He shook the feeling away and tightened his grip even more than before causing her to audibly choke.
Angela had begun to plead. Her voice was strained from the pressure of his hand at her throat, “Please, Gabriel, it does not have to be this way. I can try to help you…”
This angered him, and he pulled her slightly forward and slammed her back into the wall causing her to cry out and grit her teeth.
“Oh can you now?” he seethed, moving his face mere inches from hers. Her smell invaded his nostrils. It was a mix of lavender and best of all, fear.
“Yes, ever since that day, I have been looking into how I could fix what went wrong”, she managed to whimper out, her head was starting to feel fuzzy from the lack of oxygen. He let out a deep, menacing chuckle as he released his hand from her hip and dragged a clawed finger down the side of her face, resting over her lips.
“That is not the type of help I am looking for,” he confessed.
With his one hand still at her throat, he moved the other hand from her face to her thigh, forcefully lifting her nightgown up above her hips. He pushed his body hard up against her, causing her to whimper in response. He growled as he felt her lithe form melt beneath his presence.
“Please…”she begged, “Don’t do this…”.
He felt himself harden by her response. Letting out a low growl, he bent his head down closer towards her neck. She could feel his hot breath on her neck, which caused warmth to spread through her body to her nether regions much against her will. She shuddered at the feeling, at the thought of what Reaper might do to her. It wouldn’t be like the intimate moments they shared before Gabriel was lost to her. Yet part of her was curious, part of her longed to be touched, caressed, taken care of by Gabriel’s skilled and passionate hands. He used to worship her like a -
”Goddess…my Mercy” he whispered into her neck catching Angela by surprise and shaking her to her very core.
“Gabriel?” she questioned, hoping he was in there, hoping he would reach back to her.
He growled in response and placed both hands roughly on her hips. He hoisted her up to rest on his hips, slamming her upper body back into the wall. She could feel his desire pressed squarely against her and she shuddered in surprise anticipation. Suddenly, she found herself clamoring at the back of Reaper’s head, and in a swift motion she had lowered his hood and unlatched his cowl, causing it to fall to the floor. Beneath revealed a dark shadowed face with intense dark eyes staring angrily back at her. He winced at the exposure, at the vulnerability that action had revealed. She groaned as he forcefully slammed his mouth against hers, his tongue roughly exploring. She grabbed a fistful of his hair in her hand and pulled his head back. He growled in anger and desire and dug his fingers into the exposed flesh of her thighs, causing blood to appear and trickle down her leg and onto the floor. She choked back a cry at the sensation of his claws ripping into her flesh. A flash of warmth radiated from her mound, and she felt herself growing wet. How could her body betray her like this? She found herself beginning to eagerly anticipate the punishment that Reaper had in store for her. She wanted him to punish her. She wanted him to destroy her body and her soul. She needed this redemption to happen because perhaps it would ease her own suffering, end her own guilt. She knew how to get him to give her what she wanted, she had to beg for mercy.
“Please Gabriel,” she cried out, “You are scaring me!” She placed both hands on his chest and tried to forcibly push him away from her.
“God damn right, you should be scared of me,” he threatened and with lightning-like reflexes he grabbed her hands and slammed them into the wall above her head. He used one hand to pin them there, and his other hand returned to her thigh. His hand passed over the recently inflicted wound, causing her to wince, and continued it’s path over her buttock. He firmly grasped her cheek in his hand and groaned. He smiled at the thought of seeing her best asset facing up at him as he pinned her face and chest down and repeatedly forced his throbbing cock into her. Soon enough, he thought. He felt her body melt a little bit, and found that he had to tighten his other grip around her hands to prevent her from sinking to the floor. He had her right where he wanted her. Like a mouse in the confines of a boa constrictor, struggling would only delay the inevitable.
He removed his hand from her behind, and lifted it to his face where he used his teeth to slowly remove his glove. Her eyes darted towards his hand, a flash of fear – or was it longing – crossed her face as her eyes darted back to meet his stare. Smirking, he dropped the glove on the floor and let his hand slowly slither down her stomach towards her wetness. He was surprised and extremely aroused by the reality that she was dripping wet with anticipation. He roughly inserted his middle two fingers into her, causing her to gasp and shudder. He slowly removed his fingers completely, before violently thrusting them back in, his eyes fixated on the agony scrawled across her face. With a few more hard thrusts, her shuddering increased and she let out a moan. He smiled as he remembered all the times he had made her reach orgasm; all the times he had heard that very same moan followed by a throaty exclamation of his name. He shook his head to push away the memories. He had to tease her some more, he had to make her beg for him to desecrate her body.
“Reaper….please,” she pleaded. He hesitated. Was she pleading him to stop, or pleading him to continue? He smirked at the reality that he was in complete control. He slowly removed his fingers, and began to gently rub her clit. She began to struggle. He knew that this was enough to send her over the edge, and she was fighting the urge to cry out. In an instant, he let go of her and let her crumple to the floor. She let out a sob and gasped for breath as her form slouched and she grabbed at her wrists. He looked down upon his most recent victim with a menacing look on his face. Without hesitation, he reached down and grabbed her hair, straightening her up onto her knees. She looked up at him, defeated. As he began to undo the utility belt that was holding up his pants, Angela knew what was in store for her next.
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