The Bitch of King’s Row
This is why you shouldn't main Widowmaker
“Stop the payload! Everyone on the payload!” Soldier calls out, the team scrambling to stop the enemy team. They were getting crushed.
Everything was going fine… They were dominating. Then all of a sudden, something went wrong…
“I need healing! Where’s our healer?! And where’d Widowmaker disappear off to?!” His grunts get more desperate as they struggle to organize an assault on the payload, the enemy team cruising right on past them, through the shady streets of King’s Row.
The gunfire comes and goes, obliviously passing a particularly noisy alleyway… The explosions drown out the noise, both teams too focused on the payload to pay any attention to the sniper hidden away in the darkness…
“Mmm…! A-ah…! S-sacré bleu…!” Widow whimpers, her body coated in filth and cum. She lies in the dirt and trash of the alleyway, her thighs wrapped tightly around the shaggy hips of her beastly lover, taking his terrifyingly thick knot again, her pussy aching for the same treatment her ass got…
She buries her face in the dirty, matted fur of the dog, crying out in pleasure as it rips into her.
“Mmh~…! Y-yes…! G-G-Gérard…!” Amélie couldn’t hold in her screams anymore, but the payload was already long past. Her ecstatic moans are interrupted by a tongue lapping at her face and mouth… She arches her back, looking up, and seeing… to her delight, another stray dog.
With Widowmaker out of the picture, the match would not last much longer. The payload was already almost at its destination… But that wouldn’t stop her from enjoying every last second of this…
… Soldier grunts desperately, doing his best to try and halt the payload, even for a second… It was no use… The last few minutes of the match are nothing but agony for the team, all of them… Except of course, for Widowmaker. The payload reaches its goal, the match coming to an end, though not before Widow can squeeze out every last drop of dog cum that she can…
Widowmaker finds herself back at the starting point as the match ends, freshly spawned, her suit and body intact. She could feel the shame of what she’d done… But it was behind her now. She was Widowmaker once more, not the pathetic whore she was moments earlier… She would not let emotion blind her again. It was a mistake, one that she would be quick to push from her memory.
The team crowds around as the Play of the Game is awarded. Widow did not have much interest, having spent most of the mission on her back and knees…
“Play of the Game… Widowmaker!” The screen buzzes. Widow’s stomach drops. She hadn’t noticed that she was on fire for half the match. She’d almost forgotten how many kills she racked up. Her body count outnumbered the entire other team’s… combined.
Widow watches in horror, the screen flickering to a moment she remembered all too well… The moment she wiped the payload, just as her little friend had taken an… interest in her…
The Play of the Game video goes on for way longer than it should, Widow’s kills happening within the first few seconds… The rest of it depicts, in detail, everything that had occurred in that alleyway… Every shameful second…
Widow did not know how her team would react… She didn’t know how she’d ever face them again…
As each team member turns towards her, she refuses to look into their judging eyes… There was only one thing she could do to escape this…
From now on, she’d have to main Mercy.