Yellow eyes widened onto panic as the mouth slowly encompassed her entire vision. Widow tried to struggle, but her restraints only made the chair shake. Soon her skull was fully inside Mercy's mouth. What must have been the blonde's tongue began to lap at her face. A moan was released and a deliberate swallow followed. The predator felt Widow's head enter her throat. Her mouth was beginning to stretch to take in her prey's shoulders when she began to remove the tight body suit. It peeled away easily, all the way to where her smooth back met the cold metal of the chair. The purple breasts bounced freely as their support was taken away. Mercy gently pulled Widowmaker's shoulders into her mouth and began to lap at delicious orbs.
The taste of the assassin was incredible!
Mercy mentally patted her own back, French food was clearly the correct choice for dinner. With a small amount of time taken to peel back the suit further, the medic continued consuming her prey. The blonde predator pulled her prey forward, pulling against the restraints as she took another swallow. Unfortunately, she would need too at least unbind Widow's arms in order to consume her further.
Petite hands push the release button, letting the sniper's hands 'free'. Mercy could only smirk as best as she could with a full mouth when Widow tried to move her free limbs, only to have them still retrained at the elbow by her predator's lips.
Widow...
