Musing: Overcome

[Pre-story]Musing #2 for July! Continuing from Overwhelmed, this one features those lovely ladies Mei and Zarya finally getting hot and heavy, but also a little bit intimate. The story's turning out longer than I thought it would, but that's not unusual. You can definitely expect to see some more of this as the months go on. [redacted] Anyways, enjoy![/pre-story] 

Chapter 2: Overcome

Mei raised a fist, hesitated, swallowed, and finally brought it forward, knocking sharply on the stately wooden door of the room. The silence was deafening as she stood in the empty hallway, fidgeting nervously with the fluffy terrycloth belt that held her robe closed, toes wiggling in her hotel flip-flops. Maybe this was a mistake. Maybe she shouldn’t have come. Maybe Zarya was just joking. Or worse, she was playing some kind of cruel trick, luring her out here so everyone would laugh at her… No, no, she was just being crazy now, there was no mistaking what that kiss had meant. Still, she felt so… exposed. The hotel robe only went down to mid-thigh, and it wasn’t quite big enough to completely hide her cleavage. Suddenly, the door swung open, and Mei looked up. “I-” She managed to squeak, only for the words to die on her lips as she processed what she was seeing.



Mei was treated to the now-familiar sight of the russian amazon Zarya, her tall, toned, muscular frame filling the doorframe, casually nude, baring everything from her firm, proud breasts to the neatly-trimmed strip of pink fuzz above her slit. She looked down at Mei, her lips parting in a broad, boisterous grin. Then, with surprising tenderness, she leaned down and forward, one finger hooking Mei’s chin to turn her face up, before pressing her lips to Mei’s for another kiss. It was much like the first, hard yet soft, rough yet tender, firm yet gentle, filled with that odd, harmonious duality that sent her mind swimming and melted away her stiffness. A strong limb wrapped around the small of her back as Zarya’s tongue pushed between her tender lips, suddenly pulling her close, almost lifting her off her feet in the process. The pink-haired titan spun, sweeping the tiny chinese scientist off her feet entirely and pulling her inside, casually kicking the door closed behind her in the process, shutting out the rest of the world.

The kiss lingered for a long moment, only to be finally broken as Zarya straightened up once more, loosening her grip to let Mei stand on her own once more, though she still kept a possessive arm wrapped around her. “I am glad you came.” Zarya purred in her deeply-accented voice as she looked down into Mei’s eyes, sounding like a great siberian tiger.

The kiss left Mei stunned, unable to do much more than stare up at the amazonian bodybuilder with awe, her hands planted on the woman’s rippling abs. As she finally found her feet again, coming to stand unsteadily on the soft carpet, she suddenly realized she’d lost a flip-flop. What if someone saw the generic hotel footwear and somehow realized she was inside Zarya’s room? Irrational as the thought was, it still sent a spike of panic racing through her. She had to clamp down on the impulse to bolt for the door and hide the evidence, closing her eyes and shaking her head to dismiss the thought. No, she wasn’t going to ruin this. She’d already made it this far, she couldn’t give up now. She looked up at Zarya once more, deep brown eyes clear and filled with determination. “...I’m glad too.” She managed, her voice soft.

The pink-haired russian smirked softly. “Zarya is my callsign. I prefer Aleksa for more… intimate moments.” She purred, her hand leaving Mei’s chin to roam down the curvaceous woman’s side, confident in its movements yet gentle in its touch. The hand soon found the belt holding her robe closed, hooking one finger around it and giving it an eager tug. “Speaking of intimate… May I?” She inquired as the hand slid around the belt toward the knot.

All the worst possible scenarios flashed through Mei’s mind, a string of tiny nightmares, and she had to shake her head once again to clear them from her mind. She swallowed, nervously. “Just… don’t laugh.” She managed after half a moment.

Aleksa smiled. “Never.” She replied, simply, gripping a loose end and pulling the knot undone with a single motion. The fuzzy white robe fell open, unable to contain Mei’s voluptuous figure any longer, revealing her plump, soft body as it struggled to overflow her laciest lingerie. Full, grapefruit sized breasts strained against the white lace cups of her bra, the faintest hint of her hard, dusky pink nipples visible through the material. Her equally-lacy panties rode high on her wide hips, the thin straps biting into soft flesh. She’d clearly prepared herself, Aleksa noted, her slit devoid of the soft brown fuzz Aleksa had seen in the shower.

Under Aleksa’s appraising gaze, Mei shrank visibly. The towering, muscular, sculpted perfection of the supremely confident russian amazon before her was a stark reminder of just how soft, pudgy, and weak she was. How could she ever compare? Her hands instinctively rose to cover herself, only to hesitate, then ball into fists as she willed herself not to. Aleksa had seen her before, and she still wanted her. She had to trust that.

Aleksa’s grin widened a fraction, a warm, gentle smile. “You’re beautiful.” She assured the curvaceous cutie.

Mei swallowed, cheeks burning, and averted her gaze, unable to look the towering russian muscle-goddess in the eye. “...Really?” She asked, hesitantly.

Aleksa’s hand came up rest on Mei’s shoulder, nudging her robe off as it did, letting the material fall away completely, leaving the curvy little scientist in only her lingerie and a single flip-flop. “Shall I prove it?” Aleksa asked, a playful smirk in her voice.

Suddenly, the arm behind Mei’s back fell away, and the hand on her shoulder gave her a forceful shove. She gave a squeak of surprise as she was suddenly sent stumbling backward, until her legs hit the bed and she toppled backward onto the mattress, eyes squeezed shut instinctively. Her eyes shot open wide once she landed, only to find herself looking up at Aleksa’s looming, muscular silhouette, a look of hunger smoldering in her eyes.

Aleksa suddenly leaned over Mei’s prone form, planting her hands on the bed to either side of her, the pink-haired powerhouse licking her lips lasciviously as she looked into Mei’s eyes. She dropped her down suddenly, pressing her lips to Mei’s in another aggressive, toe-curling, tension-melting kiss, tongues coiling together. Mei could feel Aleksa’s diamond-hard nipples graze the lacy material of her bra, her own tender buds hardening even further in response.

The kiss didn’t last nearly as long as the first two, Aleksa pulling her lips away with a playful smirk, before sliding down Mei’s body and lowering her head once more to plant a tender kiss on her throat, then another on her collarbone, leaving a trail of kisses as she headed south. Her lips pressed tenderly against the upper slope of Mei’s mountainous mammaries, lingering there for a moment as one strong hand slid beneath her, swiftly seeking out the strap holding the lacy prison in place. With a flick of her fingers, the strap came loose, Mei’s melons bouncing joyously free, Aleksa swiftly moving to discard it entirely as Mei covered her burning blush with her hands, fingers parting just enough to watch.

Aleksa marvelled hungrily at Mei’s perfect mounds for a moment, the smooth, creamy, pale flesh, the little suckable nipples at their peaks, the way they wobbled softly with her every breath. One strong hand came up, first cupping and hefting the pillowy mound, then squeezing firmly, fingers sinking into the yielding surface. Mei let out a tiny whimper, the sound drawing Aleksa’s gaze up to catch her eye. Aleksa smiled wickedly, holding her gaze as she brought her head down to wrap her lips around the achingly tender nipple, sucking sharply as she continued to knead the other mound with her free hand. Her tongue flicked at the tender bud as she sucked, her fingers swiftly seeking out its twin, pinching and tweaking it. Mei shuddered as her tender peaks were mercilessly teased.

Aleksa held Mei’s gaze, staring her in the eyes as she drew her head back, until that pendulous breast was stretched up into a cone. The curvy scientist let out another whimper, biting her lip and squirming at the intense erotic ache. Aleksa shook her head, lips fastened tight around the achingly-hard bud, the soft, creamy flesh wobbling wildly as she played with Mei’s melon like a dog with a bone. Suddenly, the weight behind the wobbling flesh was too much, and with a soft pop the dusky pink peak pulled free of Aleksa’s lips, the heavy tit jiggling hypnotically as it fell back into place.

Aleksa held Mei’s gaze an extra moment, licking her lips playfully, before dropping her head back down, recapturing the escaped nipple with her lips. She sucked sharply, cheeks hollowing, but rather than pulling back she pushed forward, closing her eyes as she buried her face in the pillowy titflesh. As she buried her face in one, her free hand continued to knead and tease at the other, strong fingers sinking into the soft mound, tweaking and pinching playfully at the tender peak. Mei was breathing hotly, eyes closed and cheeks burning, fingers balled up around fistfuls of sheet as she squirmed beneath the pleasurable sensations radiating from her breasts.

Suddenly, the warm softness of lips on Mei’s nipple was replaced by a cool, almost painful pinch, and her eyes shot open with a gasp. Aleksa looked up at her once more as she pulled her head back to let the stiff bud slip from between her teeth. The russian grinned, half apologetic and half playful, as her hand continued to knead at her soft mound. “Sorry, I couldn’t resist. I had to tease you, just a little.” She offered as a weak apology, her gaze returning to the jiggling, wobbling, hypnotic mounds before her and shaking her head. “Bohze moi, these breasts are glorious… I envy you.” She muttered, entranced by the view.

Mei blinked, momentarily taken aback. “...Really?” She asked, incredulous.

Aleksa blinked in turn, looking up at Mei, confused for a moment. Slowly, understanding dawned on her, a smirk forming on her lips. “Oh, yes. And not just your chest, either.” She replied, giving her breast a firm parting squeeze as she brought her hand up to cup Mei’s cheek. “I envy all of you. I envy your brilliant mind, your cute, lovable face...” She elaborated, sincerity in her voice as she let the hand roam down Mei’s side, caressing her curves all the way down to her hips. “I envy your luscious curves, your softness…” She added with  a lustful purr.

Mei’s cheeks burned, and she bit her lip softly. “But… you’re so strong, so confident…”

Aleksa shook her head with a smirk. “I love my body, and I’m proud of my strength… But sometimes, I wish I could be more like you, beautiful and soft and warm and womanly... not always hard and intimidating.” She explained with a sigh.

Mei’s hands came up, gently taking hold of Aleksa’s face as she locked eyes with her, determination in her gaze. “I… I think you’re absolutely beautiful. You’re strong, and brave, and confident, and powerful, and rugged, and tall, and gorgeous, and- and super sexy… You’re like a russian-amazon-warrior-goddess.” She confessed.

There was a moment of silence between them, Aleksa looking stunned. Then she suddenly snickered, her face cracking into a smile, and broke down into a fit of chuckles. Mei’s cheeks burned as her blush darkened about three shades, her hands falling away. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry...” Aleksa apologized, still chuckling. “That was brave and sweet, and I ruined it.” She said, shaking her head and getting herself under control. She looked back up into Mei’s eyes, her smile turning playful once more. “Let me make it up to you…”  She purred, lowering her head once more.