#- black and blue - sombra x blueblood

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- @lewdblood continued from here.

Sombra gaze was happy, but deep seeded with lust as the prince followed his word to the letter. He sly smile stayed on his face as he let out a rumble in his throat akin to a purr as Blueblood began his work. The soft massaging from Blueblood’s hooves on his sack caused his balls to churn, the prince feeling just how pent up the king was with his bare hooves. The smooth and warm skin of his sheath beginning to throb and his length began to stir quickly. Being naughty with anyone was fine, but being this way with Blueblood got his blood flowing much quicker... The soft moans he let out were soft music to the larger stallion as he pet his mane, watching the prince get so enthralled already with his work. His magic deftly grabbed a marker he had laying on a dresser nearby and kept it close, still simply watching the prince, whom, had gotten Sombra’s length to nigh half length in such a quick while, his semi-flaccid yet thick shaft now in front of Blueblood.

“My prince excites me quite a bit. He knows just how to press all his King’s buttons.” He growled happily,

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The Masked Stranger: A Sombrisa Fanfic (rated E for everyone)

Sombra x Orisa

Summary: Sombra attends a fancy ball and meets a mysterious stranger! Sombra cannot help but want to know more about who the omnic is behind the mask!

Word count: 897

Sombra was elegantly dressed from tip to toe; she wore a puffy, little black dress from JACQUELINE‘s winter collection and matching high heels to show of her pedicure. The outfit wasn’t her’s, she just happened to be borrowing it. Luckily, the dress fit flawlessly. Her overall look was avant-garde, but Sombra’s professionally done makeup and nails really pulled the whole piece together.

Too bad she wasn’t actually invited to the event at hand. Tonight was the night of the Masquerade Ball, a little get together for do-gooders, bluebloods, and celebrities. This wasn’t her scene but, naturally, she’d attend. Sombra just had to get the scoop on everyone when the champagne finally kicked in. Lowered inhibitions never failed to supply the proper blackmail material.

She took out her small travel size Gucci perfume bottle and promptly sprayed her neck.

“Ready.” She said to herself and exited the limousine. An omnic butler was ready at the door. The omnic did a quick frontal scan and, for a moment, she was blinded by a bright blue light. 

“Good evening Miss M-m-m-” Before the omnic could finish her name or ask any questions, it short circuited and looked over to the next limousine pulling up. Sombra was quick to pull the flash drive out before the omnic went to greet the next guest.

“Inconspicuous.” She whispered.

The ballroom was deliciously lit. Expensive crystal decorations hung from every wall. White and silver ribbons intertwined with flickering lights. There was an orchestra on the other side of the room, playing sweetly as guests danced the night away. Even the floral bouquets were intimidating. Naturally, Sombra made her way to where the food was. These events were renowned for serving the good stuff. 

She wasn’t sure what the right word was for what she was currently eating, but it certainly was delicious. The little chocolate pastries nearly melted in her mouth. Sombra decided that she really should make a habit of showing up to these types of events more often; she could get used to it after all.

At the stroke of midnight, the main lights dimmed until only the hazy glow of the lanterns remained. The orchestra began playing a tune, slow and mesmerizing. The song was low at first, but turned into loud bellowing chords that echoed through the halls. A loud electronic neighing reverberated through Sombra’s ears along with the music. She looked up until her eyes caught a large figure slowly descending the grand staircase. The neighing stopped almost instantaneously. 

The figure, large and bulky, moved with an almost indescribable grace. The mysterious stranger was an omnic, Sombra was certain of it. But who the stranger was, she could not tell. The omnic wore a sleek mask of black velvet decorated with gemstones. So tantalizing was the secret of who this stranger was, Sombra could bear it no longer. She had to find out.

Sombra retreated behind the large food table, where she sunk down to hide. She swiped her hand to reveal a small violet screen in front of her. A holo-screen. She browsed the guest list for several moments looking for a possible name, but couldn’t bring anything up.

“Just who are you, hermosa?-” Sombra whispered to herself.

“Excuse me?” A blonde woman looked down at her from the table above. The woman wore a beautiful floor-length white gown, and had her hair swept up in a fancy updo. She was stunning, although the exhausted look in her eyes was indicative of her true personality. This was no celebrity. This was a woman who constantly oversaw the well beings of others as part of a medical staff. Of course Sombra knew who this was, she’d acquired plenty of data on this particular woman. Angela Zielger.

“Dropped an eclair!” Sombra said smiling and standing back up to meet Angela’s eyes.

“Oh my.” Angela smiled and took a slice of cake for herself. “I’m not in the mood for eclairs but I’ve had my eye on this piece of cake all night.”

“Excellent choice.” Sombra leaned back into the table. She wasn’t exactly in the mood for small talk, especially with Angela. She knew her face now and Sombra was never fond of being detected. Then a thought crossed her mind. Perhaps Angela could help her identify the mysterious omnic stranger who had now joined the crowd on the dance floor.  All Angela needed was a little convincing.

“So.” Sombra began.

“So?” Angela repeated.

“So you see that stranger over there? The large four legged omnic on the dance floor?” As Sombra spoke, her heart began to beat a little faster. “Do you have any idea who that could possibly be?”

“Nein.” Angela said.

Well, shoot.

Angela looked over at the omnic on the dance floor with a bit more intensity. “Certainly beautiful though, I admit.” Apparently Sombra had been a little too starstruck because Angela smiled and nudged her shoulder. “You should go ask her for a dance!”

Sombra was completely caught off guard.

“No way!!” Sombra felt a blush on her cheeks. “-I couldn’t possibly.”

“Hmm.” Angela took a bite from her cake. “You may not need to, I think our mysterious stranger is on her way over here right now!” As soon as she finished speaking, Angela left the table. Sure enough, the four legged omnic approached the table. The sound of metallic hooves became louder.

Clack-Clunk-Clunk-Clunk!

(Part 1 of 2) 

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Sombra’s tail couldn’t help but swish happily behind his legs as he sat on the side of the bed. He looked down at the prince, who was so eagerly making his way down Sombra’s body with kisses and small licks, the King huffing as he simply placed a large hoof on his head and rubbed his silky soft mane slightly.

He watched as the prince went down to a rather familiar position at this point, but now, with new purpose. “First, you know what to do. Can’t have you train on throating without the right equipment.” His sheath throbbed as he pushed Blueblood’s muzzle ever so closer to him, the scent of his musk now more than clear for the stallion as his heavy sack sat just below the large sheath.

“Now, my little prince, start licking.”