COMMISSION: Overwatch - Halloween Orgy

Author's Note: Uh oh! UH OH! UH OH!

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

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‭When you were a part of the Overwatch team, finding people you were attracted to was almost painfully easy. Actually dating, on the other hand, was easier said than done – just making time to spend with someone was already challenging, what with the constant missions, disasters, and battles. Finding a private place to meet and be romantic was another problem entirely, since having a nice dinner at a public restaurant was a great way to get that restaurant blown up, or find yourself with a bullet in the head that was shot from over a mile away.

For these exact reasons, the new Overwatch Headquarters came equipped with a few such meeting places – despite being largely underground, it was still nice to find restaurants, nightclubs, arcades, and other such places where only those affiliated with the organization were able to go. It offered a rare chance to relax and, well… feel normal, for a change.

“Pew-pew-pew-PEW! Hah! Get fucked, loser! Who’s got the high score now?!” Slouched down deeply in her chair, Hana Song – better known as D. Va – hammered away with her thumbs at a gaming handheld, her bright brown eyes laser-focused on the backlit screen in front of her. Across the table from her, wearing a sheepish, somewhat embarrassed smile, was Brigitte Lindholm, idly picking at the shrimp skewer on the plate in front of her.

The two had been dating for a few months, now, and despite Hana’s tendency to become… passionately distracted, things were going well, especially when it came to the new couple’s time in the bedroom. That had been more than satisfactory, and had a fantastic record of getting things back on track when Brigitte felt more like strangling the petite gamer than kissing her.

“Babe? Are you going to eat anything?” Brigitte spoke up a little, enough to be heard over Hana’s own ambient seething. The restaurant they’d gone to was, despite its remote locale and lack of natural light, surprisingly nice and professional, even opulent, largely focusing on seafood. While Hana herself had only ordered fried spring rolls and a soda, they remained untouched on her plate as she engrossed herself with her game at the table.

The question from Brigitte, however, seemed to jar her back into the present, and with her match ended, she awkwardly closed the game system and slipped it back into her purse (more a tiny, glorified backpack, but ‘purse’ sounded a bit better). “Ehehe… sorry,” Hana mumbled, “You just took so long to get out of the bathroom, I figured I’d start a match, and… y’know.” She took a quick swig of her drink, letting the spring rolls grow colder by the second.

Brigitte bit her lip, the muscular brunette’s eyes flickering past her own date, to one of the restaurant’s other couples, Pharah and Mercy, the latter of which was seductively feeding an oyster to the former from across the table. It seemed so easy for them – then again, they’d been together for years, so they had to be doing something right, one would think.

“Oh, okay, now that I’m paying attention, you space out?” Hana pouted, narrowing her eyes at her girlfriend. Tilting her seat, she quickly traced Brigitte’s gaze to the table where Pharah and Mercy were enjoying their own date, now exchanging knowing giggles, then finally, a long kiss. “Oooh, I get it, I get it,” the gamer looked back across at her own date, “that’s what you’re after, huh?”

“Wha–?” Brigitte looked surprised for a moment, then shook her head. “Oh, no, no. It just looks really easy for them, doesn’t it?”

“Maybe they’ve got secret techniques that we don’t know about.” Hana mused. “The french tickler? The flying lotus? The Konami code? It could be anything, but how will we ever know?”

“I don’t–” Brigitte’s heart sank into her stomach – she could feel it when D. Va was about to do something chaotic, could taste it in the air, but always a moment before disaster struck. She didn’t know what the girl was about to do, only that it was coming in three, two, one….

“I mean, if that’s really what you want, I guess we could always just invite Pharah and Mercy to a hot, sweaty foursome,” Hana said, raising her voice far beyond what was acceptable, and making Brigitte suddenly thankful that the restaurant was almost entirely empty. To the squire’s horror, however, Hana continued, her voice only growing louder. “I know that’s certainly something I’d be into.”

“Is this really necessary?” Brigitte said in a hushed whisper, cheeks flushing an immediate red as the sound carried throughout the room. Out of the corner of her eye, the other couple had visibly heard and taken notice of Hana’s call-to-arms, exchanging a quiet chuckle with each other… and then, unexpectedly, rose from their seats. “Oh, no….”

“What?” Hana shot back smugly, “How will we strengthen our relationship if we don’t get a hands-on tutorial?”

“You little brat!” Brigitte hissed, then quickly switched her tone and expression as Mercy and Pharah arrived at their table, both looking as elegant and beautiful as ever for their date, dressed in deep scarlet and navy blue dresses, respectively. Putting on an awkward smile, Brigitte looked up at them. “Heeey, hi, sorry about her, she’s… I don’t know, she didn’t have enough Mountain Dew today, I guess. We’re so sorry to bother you, really.”

“I can tie a cherry stem into a knot with my tongue,” Hana insisted.

“Don’t be sorry,” Pharah smirked, looking over to her own girlfriend, then back to the couple at the table. “Angela and I really like your vibe. If you ever feel like following up on your bottom’s promises….”

“I am nota bottom!” Hana lied blatantly.

Mercy drew a little card from her purse, throwing it onto the table. “That’s our room number. Feel free to stop by tonight…” she paused, glancing to Pharah with a smirk, “...and wear something sexy, alright?”

Without a word more than the offer they’d given, both women left, paying their bill and heading out of the restaurant, leaving behind a smug D. Va and a mortified Brigitte.

“What… did you just get us into? We can’t go up there!”

Hana shrugged. “Sounds like a skill issue.”

“Do you seriously want to… I mean…” Brigitte chewed at her lower lip, “Should we actually go get dressed?”

“I never back down from a challenge,” the gamer girl smirked, finally taking a single bite of one of her spring rolls, “and I just bought a new thing of lube, so I’d say now’s as good a time as ever to go for the high score.”

Brigitte let out a sigh, remaining silent for a moment. It wasn’t like Mercy and Farah weren’t absurdly hot, and seeing Hana properly put in her place would be incredibly satisfying. “Alright,” she relented, “but we’re finishing dinner!”

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A little over an hour passed as the young couple finished their meal (which, for Hana, involved eating a second spring roll) and went to their own room, debating for some while as to what ‘dressing sexy’ was meant to include. With Halloween around the corner, the two ultimately decided to do something thematic rather than simply provocative, though didn’t exactly see eye-to-eye on what that entailed.

Hana ended up in the yellow, bee-themed version of the skintight suit she wore on missions (with the insistence of “No, I’m pretty sure bees are sexy as fuck.”), letting her hair spill down around the shoulders and leaving the more combat-appropriate accoutrements, such as her sidearm, behind. Brigitte initially proposed dressing up as one of the Easter witches of her home country, which Hana was entirely behind until she saw the costume, eventually insisting that a “normal, slutty witch” would probably be more appropriate for the occasion. Ultimately, Brigitte ended up in corset, tutu, stockings, and heeled boots, all in black, the look completed with dark makeup and a stereotypical conical witch’s hat.

“You think it’s too late for me to do a slutty clown or something?” D. Va mused, examining herself in the mirror. After a moment, she shook her head, assuring herself of her decision. “No, no, bees are sexy. Bee is the right choice.”

“It’s been nearly two hours anyway, we should go before they get bored,” Brigitte insisted, making her way for the door. “Good thing their room is close to ours, looks like it’s on the floor just above us.”

The jaunt to the other couple’s room wasn’t far, and before terribly long, Brigitte found herself knocking on the door. The answer took but a moment, the door swinging open to reveal Mercy – clad only in glasses and a black silk robe that, while sashed shut around the waist, revealed the inner curves of her luscious breasts. “Took you two long enough,” she teased, “Fareeha and I were afraid you weren’t coming.”

“She needed convincing,” Hana rolled her eyes, jerking a thumb in the direction of her girlfriend.

“And I see you two decided on… costumes? My, my, if I’d known, I would have worn my nurse getup. Hopefully this…” Mercy licked her lips as she opened the front of the robe, revealing her perfect tits and slim, supple figure – and, between her thighs, not yet at full life, her gorgeous girldick, a bit more sizable than Hana’s was even when it was soft. “...Will suffice?”

From deeper in the room, Pharah slithered into view, wrapping her arms around her girlfriend’s nearly-nude figure and cupping those perky tits, pressing into her ass from behind. “Mm, so they showed up. This should be fun.”

Mercy smirked, tilting to the side just enough to steal a long, soft kiss. Bright blue eyes focused on Brigitte and Hana, then, and her smile took on an even more sultry demeanor. “Why don’t you two step inside, and we’ll get you a bit more… comfortable.”

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Brigitte had assumed that ‘comfortable’ was going to include having a few drinks and a bit of chit-chat before things got wild. Now that she was tied up and ball-gagged, with the backside of her stockings torn open and a thick buttplug stuffed into her ass, it was clear how woefully incorrect she’d managed to be. In all honesty, even though this may not have been the way she’d imagined the even playing out, the excitement she was feeling was bright and intense, her achingly hard cock straining against the snug nylon it was trapped behind. This had to do not only with being bound and gagged, but with the fact that she was raptly watching her girlfriend being used like a pair of chinese finger-cuffs, all attempts to squeal in bratty protest muffled utterly by Mercy’s thick, hard cock being shoved into her mouth again and again.

D. Va’s gasps and whines were still plenty audible, just not legible, so it was clear that she was being as much of a scamp as ever. Muffled moans of what sounded like ‘harder!’ were largely drowned out as she was pinned between the two women, the back of her yellow suit ripped open to allow room for Pharah’s stiff shaft, sliding straight up that petite little backside and giving Hana the rough, deep fucking she’d never been able to go terribly long without. As with Brigitte, though, the front of her costumed remained quite intact, letting her slim, hard member throb impotently against it as she had her mouth and ass claimed from both ends.

“Mmn, I can feel her tightening around me, my love,” Pharah moaned, she and her girlfriend having stripped entirely nude within moments of the other couple arriving, her dusky-brown breasts jiggling with each hard thrust of her hips against Hana’s rear, drilling her fat dick repeatedly up the gamer gremlin’s tight asshole as she and Mercy played D. Va like a cock-operated accordion. “Either she’ll blow her load soon, or she’s doing it as we speak.”

“Ouh, and I was hoping she’d hold out until we both took her at once,” Angela pouted.

Hana went silent for a moment, brow furrowing in thought, uncertainty setting in. “Mph mmrm?” she tried to say around Mercy’s cock, prompting the blonde to gently draw backwards, letting the other girl finally take a full breath. “At once?” Hana quickly clarified, “I thought this was already ‘at once’?”

“Oh, that’s not what we mean,” Pharah grinned, then took matters into her own hands – grabbing firm hold of D. Va’s waist and sitting backwards, pulling the gamer girl into her lap, still mounted on her hard dick. “This is what ‘at once’ means. Angela, sweetie?”

“Of course, darling,” Mercy purred, getting into a kneeling position in front of Hana, sandwiching her between the two lovers. Despite the stretched rim of Hana’s asshole in clear view, she decided to be a bit of a tease, first pressing the underside of her shaft up against the smaller girl’s, grinding gently against it through the insignificant layer of fabric that kept the korean’s tiny dick trapped away. “Mmn, it’s so little,” she cooed affectionately, “you’re lucky you have such a big, strong girlfriend to properly top you.”

Brigitte, still helplessly bound and watching things play out, felt a strange swell of pride – largely overridden by her extreme arousal, of course, but it was there.

“I… rrgh… t-told you I’m… not a bottom…!” Hana lied again, a wet spot appearing in the front of her yellow suit where Mercy was using that big, stiff cock to playfully bully her smaller one, bringing her closer and closer to a climax she was trying to hold off on. After all, she couldn’t have Mercy and Pharah thinking she was a total slut.

“Adorable,” Mercy giggled, leaning in to gently kiss Hana’s lips as the tip of her member dipped lower, sliding past her tight balls before finally pressing against the outer edge of the StarCraft pro’s already-stuffed ass, prodding insistently against it, and waiting until Fareeha had thrust in as deeply as possible before staking her own claim. “This is what ‘at once’ means, sweetie.” The tip sunk in, then another inch, and another, each little bit of ground gained torturously slow – not out of some sense of tenderness or, unironically, mercy, but so the swiss doctor could watch every small shift and quiver of D. Va’s expression as she was double-stuffed, watch her lip quiver and her eyes cross, hear the shuddering gasp escape her as her tight little butt was forced to swallow two cocks at the same time.

While she could only watch and squirm, Brigitte nonetheless found herself ragingly hard – not only from watching her lover get pinned between the two Overwatch beauties, getting that perfect little ass made use of, but from the thought that the night had only begun, and it was only a matter of time before she herself received similar treatment. The thick plug in her own backside served as constant reminder of how much she was anticipating getting the hard fucking Hana was now privy to, the gamer’s hissing and wailing only driving home what incredible pleasure she must be in.

“Ahhhkkh… n-no fair… no fuckin’… g-ganking…!” Hana whimpered, legs wrapped tight around Mercy and squeezing tight into her as she was pummeled from front and back, two hard rods sliding and grinding back and forth across each other, trapped in the same tight, pink hole. While Brigitte was far from lacking in the size department, nothing had quite prepared D. Va for how blissfully intense double anal would be, her body trembling with ecstasy each time one of the other agents would ram forward and stuff their cock as deep into her quivering asshole as it could reach.

It went on and on, and Brigitte found herself oddly impressed as Hana got anally overloaded with girlcock – it had seemed like she was on the verge of orgasm already, so for her to have made it this far showed an unusual degree of self-control. Obviously, though, her predicament couldn’t last forever, and after a lengthy while of enjoying her good, long anal pummeling, the inevitable came. Hana threw her head back, releasing herself to a wild, seizure-like dance of spasms and screams, her slim girldick shooting out a number of hot, sticky pumps of cum inside of her suit, her asshole clamping and quivering around its pair of invaders. “FhhahhhHHAHHH!” she wailed, though her bellows of helpless pleasure only seemed to amuse the two more experienced lovers.

“Perhaps this is why she’s being such a brat, Brigitte,” Pharah chuckled, “she needs two cocks to really satisfy her.”

As Mercy slid backwards, Pharah let D. Va slump forward off of her cock, collapsing onto the carpet in something similar to the child’s pose, panting for breath and shaking her way through the aftershocks of her orgasm. Murmurs, curses, and all manner of toxic gamer lingo spluttered from her lips – though Brigitte found herself noticing that, despite Hana having had the climax of a lifetime, the other two women were rock-hard and ready to keep going. As remarkable as it was intimidating.

“Time to show your muscly girlfriend what she’s been missing,” Mercy teased, she and Pharah quickly descending onto the girl, quickly tying her up while she was too weak to struggle. A fair deal of her costume ended up ripped or removed in the process, leaving Hana in little more than yellow tatters by the time she was fully and properly trussed. “And… so you don’t tighten back up too much for later,” the doctor continued, holding up an impressive purple toy that came from the same box the rope had. While it resembled a very large dildo in shape, it had the same flared quality as a buttplug, something that was designed to go in, and stay in. D. Va let out a few muffled protests, but in her post-orgasmic state, largely lacked the energy to struggle – and as Pharah was freeing Brigitte from her own bindings, Mercy was stuffing that massive toy up Hana’s ass, keeping the poor hole comfortably stretched and full.

After a few moments of reorganizing, Hana was as bound and helpless as Brigitte had been, with the squire now ‘freed’ and at the whims of the other couple. She found her breath taken by a long kiss from Pharah, even as Mercy more fully shredded her stockings, exposing not just her ass, but her rock-hard girldick as well, flexing and throbbing with unattended need. Unlike D. Va, Brigitte was not lacking in the size department whatsoever, and seemed more or less tied with Pharah for the biggest cock present.

“Mmn, no wonder your lover was able to take us with so little complaint,” Mercy smirked, sidling up behind Brigitte, teasing at the laces of her corset even as her own still-stiff shaft prodded against the other woman’s behind. “She’s been getting quite the regular treat. Perhaps we should reintroduce her to it….”

“Once we’ve had our fun with you, that is,” Pharah clarified, nuzzling nose-to-nose with the somewhat stunned squire – then reaching down between them, pushing her own cock up against Brigitte’s and wrapping her fingers around both of them, squeezing the two hard rods against one another. With the direct contrast, they did indeed seem to be of about equal size, with Pharah’s unnoticeably longer, and Brigitte’s unnoticeably thicker.

“Ahhnh…” Brigitte cooed under her breath, a bit too overwhelmed by all of this to talk as dirty as the more confident, experienced other couple. In a moment, the corset was removed completely, and the tutu along with it, leaving a great deal more of her smooth, fit figure exposed, though trapped as it was between the amorous pair of heroes. Pharah began to slowly grind her cock back and forth against Brigitte’s, her hand sliding up and down along the two of them, keeping them bound tightly to one another as she dotted kisses and nibbles along the girl’s neck, cheek, and lips, savoring the sweetness of the young swede’s creamy skin. From behind, Mercy seemed to be a bit more ambitious, her cock prodding firmly against Brigitte’s back entrance now… though, notably, without first removing the buttplug that she’d been fitted with. “Ermm…” she murmured, lazily returning Pharah’s tender smooches as she tried to acclimate to all these different sensations, and her own growing lust, “I don’t think you’ll be able to get inside me without removing that….”

“You’d be surprised what can be done with enough… persistence,” Angela nibbled at Brigitte’s ear from behind, one arm reaching around so that she could fondle one of the squire’s firm tits, while the other provided aid for her attempted invasion. One finger slipped carefully into Brigitte’s tight ass alongside the plug, using the bit of leverage to provide a bit of gentle stretching – just enough to prod the tip of her cock back up against that little hole, pushing her hips forward and slowly, certainly forcing her way in alongside the bulb-shaped bit of metal.

Brigitte hissed in through her teeth, then gasped as she was slowly filled, the plug’s flared base keeping it from sinking inside of her even as Mercy’s dick pushed in. Discomfort faded to a bizarre sensation, the plug shifting back and forth within her as Mercy’s slow, careful thrusts continued to jostle it. Finally, pleasure began to swell, her backside tightening, then relaxing, as Brigitte surrendered herself to the women on either side of her – the slow sliding and grinding of Pharah’s dick against her own sending waves of excitement through her that softened the edges of Mercy’s more rough, unconventional play from behind.

While Brigitte enjoyed her turn, D. Va could only watch and wiggle, her little girldick gradually rising back to life as her ass flexed and shuddered around the long, thick toy that had been left inside of her. She let out muffled groans and murmurs against her gag, but couldn’t let her eyes leave the sight of Brigitte, moaning with more and more heat and pleasure as Mercy picked up speed, deeply fucking the squire’s less-experienced rear with the plug still buried inside, while Pharah continued their passionate swordfight. Both of the other women groped and squeezed at Brigitte’s tits, ass, and thighs, smothering the girl from both ends with little kisses and bites, licking and nibbling insistently at her as they drove her closer and closer to an inevitable climax.

“Nnh… phahh, fuuckkk…” Brigitte whined, her moans rising in pitch as she was assailed, growing ever nearer to an orgasm – though, again, she strangely found that Mercy and Pharah seemed to be confidently holding theirs off, as if they understood this endeavor to be a marathon, rather than a sprint. They weren’t just getting their rocks off, this was an event. They thrust harder and harder from both angles, taking up a smooth, consistent rhythm that lulled Brigitte’s mind into a haze of thoughtless lust and pleasure, her arms wrapping tight around Pharah’s waist and holding close to her, face buried in the warm, dark crook between shoulder and neck as shudders began to run through her. What began as trembles, though, quickly became an enduring, full-body quake, heralded by a sharp gasp and percussed by a string of heated, desperate moans. Spurt after spurt of thick, sticky spunk shot up and out of her aching girlcock, splattering across Pharah’s toned belly and the undersides of her full breasts, coating her in the goopy wetness.

“Mmn, there you go,” Pharah cooed with a soothing tone, kissing gently at Brigitte’s cheek and rubbing along one shoulder. “Did you feel her cum, Angela?”

“Oh, she’s been convulsing around me for a few moments, now,” Mercy chuckled back, leaning across the swede’s shoulder to give her lover a long, tender kiss on the lips. “Do you think it’s time for the finale?”

“Break the little one, yes?”

“I would have it no other way.”

While ‘break the little one’ certainly set off an alarm in Brigitte’s head, D. Va’s eyes were now wide with horror and anticipation. “Mrphh m’nrughmmn?”

Brigitte was still struggling to catch her breath as Pharah and Mercy detached from her, Mercy’s cock sliding all the way out of her ass and leaving it to gradually tighten back around the plug. She took a moment to lay on the carpet, her back slumped against the large hotel suite’s couch and her girldick laying across her smooth, muscular belly. After a moment of rest, she let her eyes flicker back open, stirred by the sound of Hana letting out a few quiet coughs, presumably when her gag was removed. Taking in the scene, she saw her girlfriend on her hands and knees, ungagged and untied while Pharah gradually pulled the massive toy from her backside, leaving a nice gape behind while the girl let out a relieved groan. The strange thing was that Brigitte herself had not been tied up again, but left loose – it seemed that either this ‘finale’ was meant to include her, or that the pair had otherwise changed their modus operandi.

“...And I may be… little…” D. Va panted, squirming and kicking her skinny legs as the two other women descended on her like vultures, sitting down on the floor and easily lifting her up, “...but I could beat both your asses at the same time in StarCraft, and that’s what really matters! Actually, any game! What’s your high score? Do either of you even have a high score? Totally embarrassing! And to think I actually let you fuck m–nnghHhHAHHhh…!”

Turned out, there was a reason Hana had been left with such a large toy to keep her stretched – it had served as a placeholder to keep her ass ready to take two cocks once again, and take them she did. With Pharah and Mercy half-sitting, half-kneeling on the floor, the pair pressed the tips of their dicks together, then lowered the bratty gamer down onto them, letting them gradually sink into that tight hole and forcing a long, low wail from Hana’s pretty pink lips. Of note, the couple stayed close to each other, hip-to-hip, with D. Va facing outward towards Brigitte, her slim, hard member finally freed and at attention.

“Just as tight as before,” Pharah grinned, tilting her head to the side to give Mercy a soft kiss, both hands on Hana’s hips to hold the squirming gremlin firmly in place.

“But not as tight as she’s about to be,” Mercy giggled, returning the kiss before turning her gaze to Brigitte, who seemed to have made a full recovery in the time it had taken to get Hana untied and mounted back onto a pair of stiff dicks. “Brigitte, sweetheart, why don’t you come over here and put your lover in her place… teach this little brat what she’s been missing out on, mmh? She seems barely satisfied with two cocks, so I think three may be the magic number, after all.”

A look crossed Hana’s face that was reminiscent of what one may experience just before skydiving – anticipation, resolution, and total dread. An incoherent babble of wordless protests and excuses trickled from her lips in between moans, but Brigitte set her sights on her target. Hana was facing her, mostly nude but for the tatters of her costume, that perky little ass already double-stuffed and a dribble of precum leaking from her petite girldick. The thought of joining in seemed profane for only an instant before it finally seemed… irresistible.

Crawling over to the three, Brigitte pressed her lips firmly to her girlfriend’s, silencing her with a deep kiss even as she lined up the slick, throbbing end of her member with the edge of Hana’s already-filled ass, and began to push. Her hips began their slow, inexorable thrust forward, and she could taste her lover’s hoarse squeal as she finally forced the third cock straight up into that tiny little asshole.

D. Va’s eyes rolled back, toes curling but fingers splaying out, grasping at nothing as she was trapped between the three larger women. While the pleasure was undeniable, it also bordered on mind-breaking, her thoughts drifting into a dark haze as she felt all three cocks start to shift and move and thrust, a hot, slippery, three-way joust taking place in the tight tunnel of her ass. Hana was plenty used to cock, of course – she was a certified bottom, after all, despite her claims to the contrary – but going from a record of one to a contest of three was enough to push anyone’s limits.

“AaaUuughh, ahhhn, oh fuckfuckfuckfuUUCkk…!” she wailed, reaching both arms back so that she could drape one around Mercy’s neck and one around Pharah’s, using the two women behind her to stable herself, her legs clinging helplessly around Brigitte’s hips. It was only a few moments after being triple-stuffed that she reached another orgasm, but this one didn’t seem to want to end, the throes of ecstasy enduring for as long as she was fucked… and the three women inside of her didn’t seem intent on stopping just yet. Hana’s string of profanity only grew louder and more frantic in time with the wild thrusts inside of her, all three fit figures rutting and thrusting, smooth skin rubbing along Hana’s little body, smothering her with heat and sweat as she surrendered her ass to total annihilation.

They took her faster and faster, harder and harder, cocks stroking back and forth against one another within the tight confines of D. Va’s butt, and only when they reached the apex of their speed and vigor did Hana start to feel steaming hot ropes of spunk shooting into her, flooding her ruined hole and shooting deep inside, enough so that she could feel the warmth in her lower belly. She threw herself forward to lock lips with Brigitte, mindlessly tongue-fucking her girlfriend’s mouth as she rode out the last moments of her triple-anal orgasm. “I love you,” she panted, the words almost seeming to come from her subconscious, numb to the world around her. Numb to anything but the sense of overwhelming bliss in her ass, and her total devotion to her lover.

o-o-o-o-o-o-o

“Hello?” Pharah made her way from the kitchen, picking up her ringing cell phone and answering. “This is Fareeha.”

“Hey! It’s Brigitte.”

“Ah, yes. How are things?”

“Well, Hana’s starting to… act up, again. I was wondering if we could stop by?”

“Again? It’s only been a week since your last visit.”

Brigitte’s voice was sheepish on the other side. “You know how she gets. I need your help to… y’know. Hit that ‘reset’ button. Turn her off and back on again.” Hana had been the model girlfriend since their first encounter with Pharah and Mercy, as long as she didn’t go too long without having certain needs met.

“Alright, stop by around six. You may want to think about buying some toys, you know.”

“I have some on the way. And thanks! I’ll see you in a bit!”

Ending the call, Pharah smirked, calling back to her own lover who was working at the computer. “Brigitte and the gremlin are coming back over tonight, sweetheart.”

“Again?” Mercy looked up from typing, arching a brow and tilting her glasses down.

“Hey, we opened Pandora’s Box. Now we need to… well, fuck it, I suppose.”

Letting out a quiet chuckle, Mercy quickly relented. “Alright, I’ll go buy some more lube, I suppose.”

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