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Betad by Beans, Priapus, Marethyu
The Game Master
Chapter 16: Friends
– Solomon White (Azuth) –
I do like Vicky, I really do. Yes, I know she's scheming to try and keep Azuth on the straight and narrow but I have to look at things from her perspective. She doesn't know the clusterfuck headed our way. I've hinted at preparing for something larger than the Endbringers but I can't say anything else. Not to mention the fact that her father and uncle died to the very villains I'm willing to empower. All she sees is a teenage cape with way too much power being willing to empower the enemies she's been raised to hate. Given that she's Brandish's daughter, it's a miracle that she's not more stubborn when it comes to seeing the world in black and white.
But I won't deny that today I am struggling to suppress my annoyance at her for something that is entirely out of her control.
In the shower, I lean against the wall as Angela practically inhales my cock, bobbing her head quickly. Vicky is due to arrive soon, and while I agreed to hang out, if I hadn't, I could be fucking Angela right now. Angela reasonably pointed out that with a time limit, we shouldn't get too carried away so we mostly stuck to oral, with Angela giving me a lesson on how to eat pussy 'for when I got a proper girlfriend'. I have about twenty minutes until Vicky is meant to show up, but she's both eager and not exactly specific with times. She could be fifteen minutes early or half an hour late. Which is a problem if she shows up ten minutes early and I'm balls deep in Angela. Hence, the 'self-control', as if spending half an hour with Angela's lips wrapped around my cock was some great trouble.
Groaning, I finish inside her mouth and watch as she immediately swallows it down, pulling back and wiping a rogue strand from her chin as she rises.
"There, that should settle you for your day out," Angela teases as the water runs down her body. "Now, can you wash my back? We really should get ready before your friends catch us in a state of undress."
"Least I can do," I agree as she turns and moves her hair to the side.
"Solomon, I said my back, that is my buttocks," Angela scolds. "You are just going to get excited again, when time is not on our side. Control yourself. I'm not going anywhere."
"Fine, fine," I chuckle, knowing she's right. It is an amazing ass, though.
"Honestly, I did not take you for such an ass man," Angela chuckles as I move up to actually clean her back.
"You've been showing it off in yoga pants every day after work. You can't blame me for enjoying finally getting my hands on it," I reply with a cheeky grin. Plus, Kayden seems really into anal and the snapshots I've gotten of their fun got my attention.
"Would you rather I do my yoga in my bedroom, away from your poor eyes?" Angela points out teasingly, pushing her ass back against my crotch. Despite the repeated sessions, Lil Sol awakens at the feeling of her perfectly pert ass rubbing against him.
"I thought you just said we didn't have time for me to be getting excited again?" I point out, gripping her hips.
"I suppose we'll have to be fast, then," Angela says with faux-severity, pressing her body against the glass of the shower as she reaches back and grasps my cock, adjusting it to slide between her thighs before she squeezes down on it. "Go ahead, Sol. Release your frustration."
Needing no further prompting, I begin to thrust into the heavenly valley formed by her milky white thighs. I can feel the underside of the pussy I've restrained myself from fucking grinding along my cock, and I don't think this wetness is purely from the shower itself. Sliding one hand up her body and between her and the glass to play with her tits, I gently tweak her nipple and suckle on her neck as I pick up speed. Her moans are adorable, she's fairly quiet in bed, but she makes the cutest sounds and her accent grows more intense as she is closer to cumming. As I thrust, she gyrates her hips slowly and methodically, pushing her ass back against my crotch as she whispers for me to keep going.
…I'm only human. Pulling back, I readjust my aim just slightly as I use my grip on her hips to lift her onto her tiptoes. Thrusting forward again, she lets out a surprised moan as I sheath myself inside her completely, doing away with my virginity in this life.
"Sol~" Angela moans, gasping quietly as I begin to fuck her from behind, feeling her incredible tightness squeezing down on me, trying to milk me for all I'm worth. "It seems- mmh~ I've awakened quite the greedy monster."
I chuckle as I pound her from behind, because she's not wrong. I've been pushing myself to hold back this entire time. Now? I can let loose without feeling bad or like Heartbreaker 2.0. At this point, Angela is very clearly her own person capable of telling me when I've gone too far or made a mistake.
And right now, her advice is to keep fucking her against the shower glass. Since we really are on a time limit, I'm not going to hold back. Getting an idea as I thrust into one of the hottest girls in gaming, I summon my Azuth form in my bedroom and spend some points to give him a little upgrade. Basically, super vision and hearing, allowing me to see through things and hear conversations a good distance away by focusing. I have more than enough points in my 'fun pool' to spend on something like this, plus it's undeniably useful.
As I peer through the walls toward the Dallon House, I have to say something I never thought I'd say. Thank God for Brandish. The fates have aligned in my favour for once, as I see the serious lawyer hero currently in her own shower. Mercy is hotter, but I won't deny that Brandish has some amazing milf energy but the main reason I'm so happy to see her lathering herself up is the complaining Vicky outside the door whining that she's taking too long. Vicky has been delayed!
Amy already looks fed up, playing on her phone as Vicky lets out a huff of annoyance and flies to her room. Still, this means I have more time than I thought. I can keep an eye on them to work out when they're going to head over.
Getting a naughty idea, I smirk and guide Mercy away from the glass as she looks at me in confusion.
"Sol?" Angela asks as the bathroom door opens and a nude Azuth steps in, before her eyes widen and she gives me a sultry smirk. "Ah, I see. I did say we had to be quick, and how better than to double the pleasure, yes?"
Bending over at the waist, Angela parts her lips as my cock slides between them, spitroasted by Sol and Azuth. Both are me, and as she said, double the pleasure works well in ensuring we finish faster. It's just… logical, right?
Her cunt clenches down on my shaft as she works her tongue along my second cock. Odd sentence but the power of the Game Master is a pathway to many abilities some consider to be… unnatural. After spending so long splitting my attention between Azuth and Sol, controlling both in the same situation is far too easy. I could probably add a third body at this point but that'd just get confusing. Maybe I could try having Azuth appear in two places at once?
Right now, the only place I want to be is balls deep in Mercy as I fuck her from both sides, spanking her ass while I fuck her face. The sound of her gagging and the clapping of flesh fills the bathroom, over the running water as I use her. With my connection to her, I can sense her own pleasure and enjoyment. I really should have trusted it more before, but if there's one thing I'm good at it is overcomplicating everything.
As she squeezes down on my cock, I let out a sigh of relief as I unleash my load deep into her womb. At the same time, Angela gulps down my seed like a starved woman and both bodies step back and let Angela recover for a moment.
"I really have awakened a monster, haven't I?" Angela chuckles tiredly, looking down at where my seed is leaking down her leg. "I am mildly surprised that you went for my mouth, given your obsession with my backside."
"I'm not rude enough to shove it in the backdoor without asking first," I retort, my hands on her body. All four of them.
"Ahh~ true. I have not done such things before, and I would prefer some… preparation if you wish to enter through the back," Angela agrees with a moan. "But aren't you forgetting something? Your friends are due any minute now and you aren't even dressed."
Pausing, I glance to the Dallon house again and sigh at the sight of Vicky in the shower. It's times like this that I remember why I picked Worm in the first place. Glory Girl really is one of the hottest blondes in fiction, though not quite the hottest. I just came inside the hottest.
Still, she looks like she's nearly done and that means she'll get dressed and head over soon. Damn it, she's right.
Although… Sol is due to hang out with the Wards, Azuth isn't. Having two bodies really works out in my favour sometimes. Plus… am I finally losing it or did I get points for banging Angela? Checking my system, I confirm that sex somehow counted for my power. Huh, there's a modifier reducing the income by 95% since she's a summon. That's… interesting. And weird.
"Fair point," I agree as we get out of the shower. "I'm thinking about unmasking to the Wards. This stupid game of Dean, Amy and Vicky pretending they don't know who I am is getting on my nerves."
"Do you think the PRT would use your identity against you?" Angela asks as we dry off.
"I don't think they can risk it. I'd blacklist every Protectorate member in a heartbeat. I'm more worried about leaks, assuming the Wards even tell their superiors. But more and more people are looking at Azuth, and it's only a matter of time until my Blank pings on some other Thinker who isn't so willing to pretend they don't know who I am," I point out. "The PRT has a vested interest in keeping the status quo. At most, they might have some people observing us 'for our own safety' but I can deal with that and send them away."
"A fair point. We are lucky the villains of Brockton don't have many people whose powers your Blank interferes with, but Azuth is drawing more and more capes every day. Did you not say that the Protectorate sent more thinkers to look for the golden tickets? All it would take is one person seeing you out and about to put more holes in your secret identity," Angela points out.
She's not wrong. I still don't know where, or who, Coil is. I don't believe I am in a Coilless world, that would make things too easy. Calvert is out there somewhere, and if there is anyone who would work it out and then act on it, it's him. Thomas Calvert, PRT Officer, is said to have died in Ellisburg in this world.
I tried to bring him back. Didn't work. Can't resurrect what isn't dead. And yet, all my attempts to find him have failed. The only Coil I could track down in America was a snake themed villain who used poison. He's also dead and very much wasn't Thomas Calvert. Somewhere, that fucker is out there just waiting to become a major pain in my ass.
Revealing my identity to the Wards doesn't really change anything beyond making spending time with them less complicated without those three having to play dumb. I do trust and like Vicky, but if I have to deal with her attempts at subtlety one more time, I'm going to strangle her. She couldn't be less subtle if she literally said 'nudge, nudge, wink, wink' everytime Azuth comes up.
Dean and Amy are more subtle. Mostly because Amy barely speaks and Dean is professional enough that I actually like him despite him dating Glory Girl. Lucky bastard. Besides, I want to test how much Rebecca will cover for me. She knows my identity, as do Cauldron, but what will she do if my real name begins to circulate around the PRT? We have a common cause, but Cauldron remains Cauldron.
It's hard to trust the literal boogeymen of Worm just because they are technically the good guys, if you squint enough. Plus, half my Worm knowledge is from fanon not canon, and they're consistently scheming and plucking at shit, making life harder for the MC for little true benefit.
"It could put us further at risk, but in the worst case we can retreat into the realm permanently. It's not perfect, but with my powers, finding a way for us all to continue our 'regular' lives wouldn't be hard," I muse. Angela frowns for a moment, nodding in agreement. She doesn't want us locking ourselves away for Riley and my sakes, but neither of us would really mind not going to school anymore. I've made all the precautions against kidnapping or assassination, and at this point why should I live in fear of exposure?
I'm motherfucking Azuth. I called a time out on all cape fights and they had to listen to me. If anyone is stupid enough to come for me out of costume, let them. If they're foolish enough to go for my family instead of me, then I will simply have to set an example for all to see.
Anyone who tries will feel far less clever with an earthshatteringly large bounty on their heads.
"You realise that the Wards may push you for things?" Angela points out, but I just nod.
"And if it leaks further, I doubt I'll be able to go outside without being flooded with attention and requests. I still think it's for the best. Honestly, this is the first step of going fully unmasked. There's too much attention our way for any facade to last without me spending a fortune just to keep patching up holes in my paper-thin identity. It's not worth it when I've already spent so much on precautions for us all," I explain. "Besides, I'm perfectly capable of saying no to people even if I like them. It'll be a good way to separate the real friends and those who just want my powers."
Honestly, I'm not the best at this Cape thing. Keeping two identities separate gives me a headache. I'd almost prefer to just be able to be Sol and Azuth at the same time. It might have backfired for New Wave, but they don't have my powers.
"A fair point. I may have my work at the hospital, but in the case we are forced to leave, I can just return to being Mercy. I would likely do more good than I do as just a doctor," Angela laughs softly. "And Riley would not mind. Her friends are all in the Guild as she does not like her classmates. I see no true reason not to, if that is what you want."
"It is. Maybe today, depends on who shows up to this hangout. It could not even be the Wards, after all. Vicky has plenty of friends, capes and otherwise," I say with a shrug. "I'm going to get dressed. Vicky is doing the same, and should be heading over right after."
"But Azuth isn't due anywhere," Angela realises as I smile with both faces. As I head to my bedroom, I also throw her over my shoulder and head to her bedroom. Call it training my multitasking.
– Victoria 'Vicky' Dallon (Glory Girl) –
Arriving at Sol's place, she had to admit that it was nice. You'd think it was the same as hers, since they lived on the same street, but the house was just a bit bigger and more importantly, it had a very nicely-tended garden. Plus, her house needed to be… umm, durable. Lots of things had needed to be replaced when she'd gotten her powers, and aesthetics took a backseat to pragmatism.
Before she could even knock, the door unlocked and Sol walked out. He cleaned up nice, though he'd obviously dressed casually with jeans and a white t-shirt that showed that he was in decent shape. Good enough for Crystal to eat, she hoped, as he gave her a lazy grin.
"Hey, Vicky, Amy. Saw you coming down the street from my window," Sol explained, nodding to the window above the front door. "So, where are we even going? You were light on details."
Did he really see them from the window or was this just his powers? What even were his powers? Because at this point the Cape Wiki had given up and just set his rating to 'Bullshit: Yes'. He was the Trump to end all Trumps, but he had so many weird side powers that most people had just given up. She'd heard some Power Researchers were pulling their hair out trying to work out how the fuck Azuth worked because he looked at most conventional rules and then pissed all over them.
"We're meeting at the Boardwalk, but we don't really have plans anywhere. Normally we just kinda wander around from place to place, doing whatever amuses us at the time," Vicky admitted. "You're still driving us, right?"
"Yeah, that's no problem," Sol agreed, gesturing for them to follow him into the garage where his baby was waiting. She still had no idea what type of car it was, she'd heard Chris and Dennis arguing about it since they couldn't find any trace of the brand, so it was either custom or super niche. She had her own theories about where he'd pulled it out of, because his claim of shipping it from England didn't make sense to her. Sure, it was possible, but with Leviathan disrupting sea trade so badly? "Do you have an address I can put into the GPS? I've never driven to the Boardwalk before."
Rattling off one, she got into the passenger seat and grinned at the luxurious seats and fancy settings. Amy got into the back quietly, her introvert batteries already draining rapidly. At her urging, Sol put down the roof of the convertible and drove them there as he explained the different dials and switches she could play with. The heated seats even had a fucking massage setting. Her questions about the price got understandably vague answers as they drove to the Boardwalk, and her query whether he was worried about leaving such a nice car unattended in Brockton Bay just got a knowing laugh.
She knew they were getting a fuckton of attention, seeing people taking pics as they got out of the car at the Boardwalk parking lot she'd given him the directions for. It was a nicer, but pricy, one that the hero and PRT trooper patrols happened to pass by quite a lot. Sol seemed calmer today, more relaxed than normal. She hadn't missed that as much as he smiled and joked, he usually had a general vibe of someone with way too much on his shoulders. Today he seemed in a much better mood and his grins felt more real.
Guiding him to the meeting spot, she grinned herself as she spotted Dean, Dennis, Missy, Chris and Crystal waiting for them. Carlos was busy and Rory thought he was too cool to hang with the kids anymore now that he was a proper Protectorate Hero.
Also he was busy.
But this was still a good spread of hero friends for Sol.
Going through the introductions for Missy and Crystal, since he knew the rest, she watched as they began mingling with a satisfied smirk on her lips. Crystal didn't know why Vicky was pushing for her to hook up with Sol, but she wasn't disinterested either as they began their wandering and she stuck to Dean's side. Chris and Dennis immediately begun pulling them to an arcade, but she was happy to go along with it as she giggled at the sight of Dennis and Sol playing Dance Dance Revolution. Dennis just flailed as always, but Sol was surprisingly good at it.
He wasn't really dancing, but his moves were very methodical and controlled, hitting most of the notes (unlike Dennis who maybe hit one every few seconds by accident).
He still got destroyed by Missy in the next round though. That was to be expected, nobody beat the Mistress of Space when it came to DDR. Dennis believed it had something to do with her power giving her a better understanding of the space around her. The rest just thought he was a sore loser after she beat his score by nearly ten times the amount.
Sol merely got his score doubled. Something had Missy in a great mood today. She didn't even scowl too badly at her clinging to Dean for once. She liked Missy, but her doomed crush was a black mark on their friendship. It was funny knowing all the pieces, because Missy was obviously in a rush to tell her cape news but didn't want to with Sol around, not realising she'd just dominated Azuth at DDR. Making sure Crystal tried her luck against Sol, she watched her cousin roll her eyes at her before playing along. That match was far closer, with Sol barely winning.
"You've got some moves," Crystal praised as they ended and Sol begged off to get a drink. "Ever been clubbing? I could use a plus one for some of the places I want to try out. Going alone or just with my girl friends always attracts way more attention than I want."
"Not usually my scene, but I wouldn't be opposed with the right company," Sol replied easily, unbothered by her light flirting. The pattern more or less repeated, with Sol proving that he was too damn good at Arcade games as he set several highscores (dislodging K1DW1N's top score from some zombie shooter thing). She was pleased to see him getting along with Dennis and Chris, even if she had to corral Amy to stop her from slinking into the nearest corner and vanishing. She still couldn't believe that Amy was gay.
Okay, she could believe it but she couldn't believe she'd missed it. Her sister was borderline obsessed with Dr Ziegler, it was so obvious in hindsight. She'd even accepted a double date with one of her friends. It was amusing to realise that Amy was so into leggy blondes. She had good taste, at least.
If this Crystal plan didn't work out, maybe she'd have to set up a Mom/Guardian Swap. Sol could date their mom, and Amy could date Angela. Surely that would work perfectly with no major issues or explosive disasters.
Guiding the group in the direction of her favourite karaoke place, she smiled at the knowing groans from the male wards. Ha, they thought they were safe. How cute. God bless all the Japanese refugees who'd ended up here and brought karaoke with them. You could find karaoke places everywhere, though it could be hard to find ones that weren't Ronin or ABB connected sometimes.
"So, who is up first?" Vicky asked, once they'd placed their food and drinks orders and she'd bullied them into the room she rented. She loved karaoke, but while she enjoyed singing herself, it was watching her boyfriend and the male wards make fools of themselves that she loved the most. Even Amy enjoyed it (until it was inevitably her turn).
"Me," Sol said, before chuckling. "But first, I have an announcement because this is getting silly."
"Huh?" Dennis asked, blinking in confusion. "What do you mean?"
"Don't worry, this is just me pulling the bandaid off. As Amy, Vicky and I believe Dean have already worked out, I am Azuth. Yes, I know you're all Wards, beyond the New Wave girls. Being All-Knowing is kinda my thing, and turnabout is fair play. No need for me to pretend I don't know your identities while those three badly pretend to do the same for me," Sol declared, watching her freeze in confusion. This… had not been a part of her plans. "Honestly, I'm not made for this cape shit. Keeping track of who I've talked to as who was just fucking confusing. So, here I am."
"I wasn't badly pretending!" Vicky cut in, wanting to add some humour to cushion the massive reveal. She could tell everyone was dumbstruck, because Azuth, short reign aside, had one hell of a reputation.
"Vicky, you literally winked at me whenever Azuth came up," Sol countered with a grin.
"Wait, so I have you to thank for my pet t-rex?" Dennis finally realised, his smile growing massively as he relaxed.
"Anjanath, but yes. Out of curiosity, how badly did Director Piggot get you for that one?" Sol asked.
"Meh. Console Duty, but it got overruled by Chief Director Costa-Brown. I'm an emblem-carrying member of the Adventurer's Guild, they can't waste my valuable time with such things," Dennis said with a self-important tone before he snorted. "Still hasn't stopped her from glaring at me. As a friend, please don't give her the boon of laser eyes or I will be murdered instantly."
"Should we be talking about this openly?" Dean asked, and Sol just shrugged.
"Sound barrier. Anyone outside will just hear us singing, and I'll know before the server returns," Sol explained.
"Man, your powers are weird," Chris finally chuckled, relaxing himself.
"Prove it," Missy cut in. "If you're telling the truth, you know what my news is, right?"
"That Vista found the Ghost-Type Fairy and gained the summon, Duskull. Armsmaster found the Steel-Type while we were out, by the way. He's got the summon, Aron, but it hasn't been announced yet," Sol revealed. "If you want to confirm, message him. I don't mind the local heroes knowing my name out of costume. Consider this permission to tell your bosses."
"Not worried about being targeted out of costume? No offence to our Protectorate friends, but the PRT leaks things like a sieve," Crystal pointed out, but Sol just laughed.
"Not even remotely. Do you think I'd be doing this, getting ready for a full unmasking, if I wasn't prepared? As I have been informed, my powers are weird bullshit. Angela and Riley are more than safe, as am I," Sol countered easily. "All jokes aside, I am very powerful. The time when regular villains could pose a threat to me is rapidly fading into the distance behind me."
The room went quiet for a moment at that confident declaration. Many had thought that, few were correct. Azuth might just be the first to truly embody his confidence. Dennis went to speak but Sol held up his hand, nodding to the door. Moments later, it opened and the server brought them their orders which were rapidly handed out.
As she left, Sol clicked his fingers with a lazy smile and nodded to them.
"So, any questions?" Sol asked.
"Can I get a second dinosaur?" Dennis asked.
"You are indeed an emblem-carrying guild member. You could even get a third, if you worked for it," Sol answered simply.
"Damnit. Never before has work been so tempting," Dennis groaned.
"Man, fuck you. I want a dinosaur next. You got Anjanath, Missy got… what is a Duskull?" Chris asked, trailing off as Missy paused before she smirked and clicked her fingers like Sol did, a flash of black accompanying the action as a black shadowy form emerged from it, almost looking like a mini adorable grim reaper with a bone mask and tiny robes.
"Image is finally letting me rework my costume into something more mature to fit my ghost trainer look. Plus, with Sophia gone they want to fill in the darker edgier hero spot on the Wards and I did just get a literal ghost," Missy boasts, looking as smug as the cat who ate the canary.
"Hey, I've been meaning to ask. Are the type fairies really random?" Vicky finally asked.
"Ha, fuck no," Sol snorted shamelessly. "Alexandria made a deal with me and as part of my side of things, a set amount is meant to go to the PRT. I choose the heroes in question, though. I asked Dragon for her opinion on Armsmaster before picking him after giving her the Dragon type."
"Wait, so you actually picked me?" Missy asked in realisation.
"Yup. Why wouldn't I want arguably the strongest Shaker on the East Coast in the Guild?" Sol asked simply. Missy went silent, before she went red and looked away. Vicky paused, looking between Dean and Sol for a moment before she grinned. They weren't a one-for-one, but she had noticed their similarities, so if this ended with Missy moving on to a more available guy, she'd take this as a massive win. She doubted anything would come of it, given her age, but it would be nice to be able to spend time with Dean without Missy sulking in the corner.
"Okay, I have to ask. Who actually won the Scavenger Hunt? It ends tomorrow, but all the tickets are claimed, right?" Dennis asked, but Sol just shook his head.
"Sorry. I won't be spoiling the exact winners, if only because you'd be expected to tell the PRT and they'd absolutely hunt the winners. You all know Duplikate found one ticket, the PRT have practically announced it and Alexandria is guarding it herself. The other two have been found by villains. one legitimately, and the other by winning the auction," Sol explained.
"Villains again?" Vicky asked, disappointed despite herself.
"Yup. Keep this to yourself, but the auctioned ticket nearly ended up in the hands of Iron Rain. Then I nudged to make sure the woman who found it didn't get herself killed and it ended up in more elegant hands. As for the third, the fucking Fairie Queen cheated. Still not sure how, to be frank," Sol admitted with a look of frustration. "Somehow, she knew exactly where it was despite my anti-thinker protections and moved some pieces of her own. I let it happen because I want to know what she's scheming. She's a weird one, and possibly one of the few I do need to fear."
The room went silent at that, and Vicky was glad to know it hadn't been found by the Empire even if it sounded like it was probably the Elite or someone similar who bought it. But the fucking Fairie Queen? She was a more grim cape than any ghost trainer could ever be. Had she broken out of the Birdcage in response to Sol's powers? Nobody knew why she did a damn thing… and risking angering her was dangerous even for Azuth.
"Can I tell the PRT that part?" Dean asked seriously.
"You can. Given that her opening move was a Birdcage breakout, I'd like as many people keeping eyes on her as possible. I'm not entirely omniscient yet and have no idea where she is," Sol agreed. "But I believe we were here to sing badly. Enough about Azuth. Actually, fuck it. One more thing about Azuth. Chris, your specialisation is modularity. It's why half your projects feel incomplete, they're literally missing the modular pieces or are meant to slot in with each other."
Chris went to speak before he froze, his eyes glazing over for a long moment before he sprung to his feet, practically charging out of the booth as Dean shared a look with them before getting up and chasing after the fugueing Tinker.
"Huh. Guess they really didn't want to sing," Sol joked, pausing before he shamelessly stole Chris' coke. Dennis, being Dennis, got the message and grabbed Dean's nachos. "So, me first? Behold, the reason why I named myself Azuth instead of Milil."
"God, you're such a nerd," Vicky sighed.
"And yet, you got the reference."
…fuck.
He had her there.
— Bonus Scene — Angela Ziegler (Mercy) –
Moaning, she watched as Sol railed her into the bed, her leg over his shoulder.
She truly had awoken a monster, as the dam burst and Sol worked out every little frustration he had on her body. To be clear, she didn't mind, but it was already getting late and he just wasn't stopping. Every surface in the house, every position they could think of, and he'd even pulled out her 'costumes' from the game she was apparently from. She still wasn't sure what to think about that one, but it meant he had a mixture of outfits to put her in while he took her. With a thrust, he sheathed himself inside her again as they came together, his seed flooding her already-bloated womb. Giving her a kiss, he pulled out and admired his handiwork as she panted, her witch Halloween uniform in pieces, her tits out, dress bunched up at her waist and her panties hanging from her ankle.
He'd even distracted Riley with a new quest for her and her friends to do to keep her out of the house for longer. The far-too-mature-for-her-age girl had just giggled knowingly, accepting the distraction for what it was with a joking call to have fun.
In truth, her dating life had been basically non-existent in her past life. She'd always been too busy, before Overwatch, during the Crisis, after Overwatch had broken up. She'd always had more work to do and no time for personal affairs. She'd had a… something with Genji that had gone nowhere beyond some Valentines chocolates, and she'd found Fareeha, but that made her feel like a dirty old woman because she still remembered her from when she was a much younger girl that hung around the Overwatch headquarters and listened to all of Reinhardt's tall tales.
So, while Sol was taking a chance to work off all his tension, she couldn't deny that she was doing the exact same thing. Sol was a good man, handsome and sweet. He was a generous lover, and it was casual enough that it didn't interfere with either of their work.
But as he approached, still rock hard and ready to go, she couldn't deny that her pussy quivered in protest. With a click of his fingers, her ruined witch outfit was gone and replaced with tiny toga and golden jewelry he referred to as her 'winged victory' skin, and she was refreshed with a flex of his powers.
As a healer, she was almost insulted by his powers sometimes. This time it was purely her exhaustion, soreness and mess, but with a click of his fingers he could undo everything, including death itself if he had enough energy.
Still, it was in good hands. Even if those hands were currently more interested in ripping her new toga off her at the moment.