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Patreon Compilation – Fic#318 – Doomfist/Reaper/Mauga – threesome; transman Reaper; extreme stretch/filling – Dream A Little Dream
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Doomfist/Reaper/Mauga – Reaper sleeps once (1) and Doomfist and Mauga immediately take advantage.
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Reaper does not sleep often. That is to say, he does not require to sleep often and he does not particularly enjoy the vulnerability that comes with closing his eyes and being out to the world for an indeterminate amount of time.
Point in case: Doomfist and Mauga. They are the bane of his existence these days, and clearly must have been just waiting for one of those rare occasions in which Reaper’s body threatened to shut down if he did not give it some much needed rest, for at some point that felt far too short, he was suddenly accosted.
Arms pulled behind his back, something nipped him in the neck before he could dissipate in a billow of smoke, temporarily blocking his nano machines from doing their work. His eyes flew open, lips pulling back to bare a myriad of sharp teeth.
Before him he could see a broad, brown chest and with the lack of tattoos it was only too easy to recognize who it was.
Even so, Mauga did not stay quiet for long, chuckling and tightening the grip on Reaper’s forearms as he enthused from behind him: “I promised it would be easy, didn’t I? Like taking candy from an infant – or like… something like that!”
Doomfist hums. His face is neutral at best, though once his eyes meet Reaper’s, the tense lines loosen somewhat, full lips quirking up into an entirely too handsome smile.
“Suppose you were right, true. You got him nice and secure back there?”
“You wouldn’t dare,” Reaper hisses through sharp teeth, his eyes glinting in anger, more of them trying to open up along his cheeks and forehead.
Akande looks unimpressed and Mauga replies as if he had not heard the growling in the middle: “Oh I got him tight alright… Come on, get him naked, I’d rather not take a hand offa him right now.”
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They’re unrelenting and without mercy and no matter Reaper’s threats and growls, they just keep moving. Keep stripping him and touching him and slowly driving him insane.
Mauga can not do much at first, given how he has to restraint their little playmate, but he keeps Reaper at bay even so with the warm, throbbing touch of his cock, rutting against the indentation of his spine in delicious temptation.
Akande has much more room to play with him; grasping his leg and pulling it up over his hip to bare Reaper’s warm pussy to the room. He is no small man but the sheer size of the other two is so impossible that Akande’s fingers feel downright threatening in their size as they slide through his gash, feeling up his silky folds and the nervous clench of his rarely used front hole.
“Oh, I will enjoy this,” Akande promises in a low voice, two fingertips strumming against Reaper’s swollen T-clit as if plucking the string of an instrument. Reaper clenches his jaw tight, trying to refrain from making a sound when his body is already betraying himself; he’s tightly strung as a bow, his hips shifting restlessly into the touch at his front and then his back.
He naturally runs hot due to the nano machines but with two mountains of muscle encasing him as such, he is already sweating an having to pant like a dog to try and cool himself down somewhat.
“You were right in this as well,” Akande declares in a soft murmur, his breath tickling the hair on Reaper’s crown as he talks to Mauga behind him. He gives Reaper’s clit a devastating little pinch before sliding further down again, dipping the barest amount into his hole and pulling out again just when it begins to burn pleasurably up and down his legs. “He will be impossibly tight. Must not be fucking around a lot.”
Mauga is cackling softly. His cock jumps against Reaper’s spine, hot and thick and leaving little smudges of wetness in its wake wherever the fat crown smears against his skin. “Told ya! Doesn’t get any honeypot missions, this one. Can’t keep all those extra eyes and teeth to himself long enough.”
“Mmmhhh true… I have to admit that I never paid much attention. But it plays so nicely into our hands…”
His fingers finally slide in deep; just one fat digit slowly but mercilessly cramming its way up into Reaper’s body, forcing his silky walls to spread wide for it. The burn returns tenfold. Reaper’s mouth opens in protest but no sound leaves him, his lungs seized in his chest, his toes curling desperately as he tries to relax for the sudden intrusion. His muscles don’t seem to get the memo, clenching over and over again around Akande’s warm, fat finger.
Akande hums. He’s saying something and Mauga replies with a throaty laugh, but the rush of blood in Reaper’s ears is too loud to make out any specific words.
When he finally does start to make sounds, they’re soft growls of denial… and even so he is no longer attempting to get out from between them. He’s getting fingered nice and slow, the hesitant slick his body starts producing slowly dragged along the overly hot walls; pulled out of the clench of his cunt and gently rubbed into his skin.
His mouth opens, head tilting forward, forehead pressing against Akande’s chest. There’s more laughter. Mauga is slowly letting go of Reaper’s arms and instead of using his newfound freedom to get out from between the two men trying to crush him between their bodies, he brings them forward and clutches at Akande’s shoulders. Holding on for dear life as another massive hand joins between his thighs.
“You think we can get him wet enough that I can have a turn too?” Mauga asks, the lilt of his voice entirely too playful for how his massive fingertips rub nice and gentle against Reaper’s asshole.
There’s only sweat slicking the way but he’s not attempting to push in. At least not yet. Still, he’s tickling him and trying to wriggle the broad tip of a finger inside him when Akande is already filling his pussy to bursting and…
Akande slides out and further up, thrumming his now body hot, wet fingers against Reaper’s swollen dick.
They laugh at him again as he comes for them just like that. Without a protest; without a spasm of denial. The orgasm blindsides him, taking him too much by surprise for him to do anything but ride it, howling into Akande’s pec and feeling himself gush as he convulses.
“Does that answer your question?” he hears Akande’s measured, cultivated voice somewhere above his head.
Mauga is laughing. He just… he keeps laughing and laughing and laughing, like having Reaper between their bodies, delirious from orgasm, helplessly at their mercy was the single funniest thing that could happen. There’s an insane edge to the sound of his guffawing and that makes sense, at least. Mauga is insane. They all are.
Insane enough that they would touch his tight little holes and not only think they could fit inside him at the same time, but also try it. Someone, probably Mauga, takes a nice helping of the slick that dripped from him, and smears it up between his ass cheeks, paying special attention to the tight furl of muscle.
Reaper’s eyes open. All of them open when he feels the twin pressure of blunt cocks against his holes. His body grows intensely hot in an instant. The heat flashing through him with the intensity of a panic attack as his fingers turn to claws and Akande hisses through a wide, cocky grin even as blood begins to bead.
“You’re fine,” he tells him mercilessly, rocking and pushing and forcing Reaper’s tender cunt to spread for the massive crown of his cock. “You can take it. Your nano machines should be coming back online right about now…”
Reaper whines out of a million throats. Mauga curses behind him as he, too, forces himself slowly but surely into Reaper’s body. “Jesus fuckin’-” the rest of it goes under in the wild, loud whistle filling Reaper’s head as they somehow pop into his resisting, struggling body. The nano machines do their work just like Akande promised; knitting back together tissue and muscle that got torn from cocks that are simply too big.
Or… have been too big. Reaper can’t quite think straight. He can’t quite do anything as these beasts fuck him; rutting him from the front and back; making him feel swollen with cock and like it is all too feasible for them to start itching at the back of his throat. He is drooling, panting open-mouthed, whining like an animal as he claws at Akande and spasms between their massive bodies keeping him pinned like a piece of paper between two rocks.
Mauga is laughing again, but it sounds breathless. His cock is throbbing. It feels like an arm as it slowly flexes inside Reaper’s desperately clenching ass. It feels like he won’t hold on for all that long because the tight little hole he’s fucking is milking him for all that he is worth.
Reaper doesn’t find it in him to try and stem against the second orgasm either. It just happens. It just takes him and shakes him and makes him feel like he is shutting down entirely as he is getting filled with veritable gallons of cum.
Some part of him tries to tell him that he is still sleeping and this is all just a dream… but he’s never been imaginative enough to come up with something like the grotesque cum belly he is now sporting, his holes completely destroyed and filthy from the massive cocks of the two men.
No… this has not been a dream at all.
