Reinhardt’s new Maiden
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The sickbay was just like the rest of Watchpoint Gibraltar. All white and gray and blue, with hints of gold here and there for adornments, for the dusty plaques, or for the lab equipment that dated from before the dissolution.
Nevertheless, the place was… yes, impressive to look at, from the dozens of bed perfectly aligned, to the surgical block, concealed in a corner, or even the living space shared by desks, closets, and a table that was all open on a bay window with a perfect vision on the sea below.
It was a good place to be, and it was no surprise some liked to stay holed up in there, far from the natural chaos from the training spaces… Or the armory. Or the launcher. Or… Any potential spot that might be used by the new Overwatch agents for whatever purpose.
“Angela? Are you heeere? Angela?" began a booming voice, breaking the place's harmony.
“No. She's not there. She's on a flight for Oasis at this hour," answered another voice, collected and higher-pitched. With a hint of a smile in the speech.
“Ah! I had an appointment with her. This is fine. I will wait her-"
“No, no. Tough guy. She warned me about your absenteeism. I'll be the one doing your check-up."
A gulp.
“Great?"
With a hand raised, Nimbus invited his “guest" to sit down. Not an eminence in the field of medicine like Mercy, nor a polymath like Winston, nor a mechanical genius like Hammond, Nimbus was… Well, still an expert in his domain, which could be considered as “cross-species healthcare".
A field that also included the few omnics living on base and participating in the missions, making him somewhat of a jack of all trades.
And with a reason; before the Monkey arrived at the base, most people handled their fractures with medikits or by nagging for Angela's attention between international missions. In return, Nimbus' arrival had been the panacea for the Swiss doctor, giving her a brief respite… In handling the most peculiar case.
“First off. We start with the basics. Identity and information… You know the rules."
“Reinhardt Wildhelm, sixty-three years old. ID… Twenty-one, twenty, sixteen… And… Five?"
“Close, big guy, it was four. But everyone forgets them," said Nimbus, patting Reinhardt's knee as he checked his tablet to confirm the information.
Wearing a lab coat with a shirt underneath as well as jeans, the lunar Monkey passed easily for another member of the eclectic society dwelling in Gibraltar. His furry features, from his brown coat to his elongated muzzle, or his fuzzy tail, were almost a fixture within the sickbay or during the intermission. And so, it was without a doubt Reinhardt nodded back from the pat, red-faced but not so ashamed.
“Well. The dossier is on, I have Angela's notes. Back pain, arthritis, an always pushed-back prostate examination… Hmm. If it were me, I'd say you're afraid of Angela stuffing a finger up your butt?" asked Nimbus, chuckling and cradling the tablet.
“I! No-! Preposterous! A Knight like me isn't afraid of anything!"
“Hmm?"
“But… I don't want the displeasure. It is something I would never do myself. I am not into this."
“Riiiiight," commented Nimbus, biting his lips before smacking them. “Anything in particular in the last few months? Any symptoms? Any wound that still hurts? A new partner?"
To the first three questions, Reinhardt shook his head. The bearded man seemed relaxed to answer, uncaring for his long “mane" going all over his shoulders and back, before the final question arrived, and he stopped. Then shook his head.
“No partners? Shame. You are certainly dashing," said Nimbus, typing that information.
“Hah! Everyone likes me. But I try to reserve my attention for my fair maiden, even though I have yet to find her!"
“At your age, I guess your fair maiden got the high score in hide-and-seek," chuckled Nimbus, typing the final information before he slipped the tablet under his right arm and observed Reinhardt, scanning him up and down.
“Hoho, you jest, but I know your gaze and I know I can't satisfy that interest, dear Nimbus."
“That is to be said. Now… Remove that suit. I need to go through the examination. Chop chop! I want to see what can woo your fair maiden!"
Clapping even his hands, Nimbus watched as the jovial Knight laughed, removing the top of the typical black jumpsuit Overwatch agents wore during their training sessions. Much like the others, Reinhardt was a training addict, and it wasn't rare he returned from the grounds covered with bruises and yet happily counting how many times he beat the others in whatever competition.
Nevertheless, it was not only that aspect that got Nimbus smitten. It was also… That body. Rough. Hairy. Scared. Muscular. Massive.
Reinhardt was a giant, that was certain. But beyond that sheer height, he was also… Stunning. Staggering to behold on the first time, as he always cast a large shadow in his path. While he stripped, unzipping the upper part, Nimbus was able to take a discreet breath and inhale the perfume emanating from Reinhardt, of metal shavings and sweat. A scent that always stuck to the man in his armor, to those tufty pectorals or that happy trail on the way down.
It was only a guess, but Nimbus imagined Reinhardt to be quite as hairy and musky between the legs. But ethics and common sense told him to keep it quiet, as much as that wetness he was starting to feel between his legs as he strutted around, using the tablet for the scan and recording biometrics.
“Heart pressure high. Same as the rhythm. Do you feel short of breath when you're fighting?"
“Sometimes. But I count on it on age."
“Fair, fair," continued Nimbus, passing a finger along one large scar across Reinhardt's powerful back, a quickly healed gash that had a clearer color compared to the Knight's skin tone. “Can you confirm you still feel the pain here, when you lower yourself?" asked Nimbus, pointing at one peculiar scar in the lower back region, only two inches away from that still covered posterior.
“Yes. I still feel it. But I'm used to it. I know it won't heal."
“Even with your training exercises?"
“Exercises?"
“Ah… In the notes, you forget that often," laughed Nimbus, turning off the biometrics recording. “All in all, you're in a great shape for your age and situation. But Angela left me notes… And I might have a few recommendations for you."
“A few recommendations?"
Reinhardt's question followed Nimbus' steps as he went for one of the curios, opening it, and scouring through it. His tail twitched behind him, his lab coat pushed and bouncing on his ample but muscular posterior.
“Yes. Recommendations. Such as physical exercises and a new treatment for your pain."
“Angela has always-"
“Refused to give you painkillers for that? She hopes to teach you a lesson 'bout respecting the orders. But I know you mean well, Reinhardt."
Nimbus grabbed one bottle, shook it, popped it open, sniffed its contents, and then closed it. Then, with a hasty touch, he grabbed a tube before he turned and went back, bottle and tube ready.
“That's insulting. She knows her opinion matters to me!"
“As much as she doesn't order you to stop training or fighting," said Nimbus with a conniving smile, handing out the bottle first. “One pill first, then we'll see."
“That's all... Why's the bottle so red with all those… Exklamation?" asked Reinhardt, still following the order and taking one pill. By then, Nimbus had one glass of water ready to offer, helping the old man gulp it all down.
“It's experimental, but you know how it works best," said Nimbus, keeping that conniving smile. “Onto the exercises!"
“Hmophh, fine," mumbled Reinhardt, giving back the glass while he massaged his throat for a second. Then, as if satisfied the pill had passed, the German soldier stood up and began to put his jumpsuit on, passing one arm inside.
“And how can I apply the cream for your muscles if you wear that?" asked Nimbus, shaking the tube.
“Is it necessary?"
“Would you prefer to do all that back stretching without a good warm-up?"
Reinhardt's face froze for a second. His brows dropped, his eyelids almost closed as he squinted, as if searching for an answer in Nimbus' jovial attitude.
“If it's to get your hands on me, Nimbus."
“Nonsense! But I could still ask Angela. She'll take her sweet time to explain everything about the stretching and why your diet is bad. Oh and why you should stop the beer."
“I'm not drinking beer."
The answer to that affirmation was Nimbus making a shushing motion, conniving.
“Next time, brush your teeth twice before coming to the infirmary."
Reinhardt's shoulders dropped. He checked his breath and shouted: “Das Arschloch!"
“Mhmm?" asked Nimbus, raising an eyebrow.
“Nothing," mumbled Reinhardt, removing his jumpsuit. “You never tell anyone about this. Not Angela!"
“I will not divulge what's between me and my patients," said Nimbus, raising two fingers in a sort of peace sign before he opened the tube of cream, slathering it all on his fingers.
“I'll start with your back," said Nimbus, patting the examination bed as he watched Reinhardt fight with his clothes. He couldn't stop himself from admiring that strong back, watching the muscles coiling, forming a perfectly defined picture of strength. However, the best was yet to come as the suit dropped and Reinhardt glanced over his shoulder.
That posterior had a puncture wound on it. But otherwise, it was the picture perfect ass for a DILF, hairy but muscular, so firm it was like steel.
For a second, Nimbus couldn't stop glancing even when that pretty ass was on the examination bed.
“Do that quick," grumbled Reinhardt, grimacing. And hissing as the lukewarm gel was pressed against that scar-covered back, digging into the tense and oh-so-stiff muscles. But nothing a deft grip and needy hands could undo.
“I am not doing 'that' quick. I am doing it well. And if it must take my sweet time, I will," said Nimbus, satisfied and grinning as he could feel Reinhardt, feeling that warm body under his fingertips. Soon, that heat spread across his palm and digits. Even his heart started to beat slower.
It was supposed to be some heating cream, but it had some 'unwarranted' side effects.
One that made Reinhardt sigh and groan, and his shoulders drop. He even rolled them a second, while still keeping his hands on his knees.
“It's… it's feeling great, Nimbus! Where did you find that?" asked Reinhardt, melting like an ice cube.
“You wouldn't believe me if I told you. Now… On your belly!" said Nimbus, patting the bed again as he recovered the cream and slathered his fingers again.
“I-… Hm… Sure," said Reinhardt behind the monkey. But as the large German lay down, there was some… Fighting? No, he was fidgeting on the bed, restless while Nimbus feigned ignorance. Even as his eyes met Reinhardt's clenched posterior.
“Owhh… Someone is awfully tense today," commented the Monkey, going as far as giving Reinhardt's ass a firm smack.
“Ouch! Mind yourself!"
“I am minding everything that matters," said Nimbus as he went to massage those thighs, grabbing those hairy and meaty legs to squeeze, dig his fingers into them. He listened, watching how Reinhardt continued to melt and somehow to moan louder and louder as the massage continued.
“It's… Weird. I am feeling… Why I am feeling lighter?"
“It's the painkiller. They might make everything feel like a daze. Come on, big guy… Go on your back," said Nimbus, barely glancing at the little puddle between Reinhardt's thighs.
“Hum. This is a bad idea, Nimbus. I am… Indisposed."
“Are you? Please. I'm a doc, I have seen worse, Reinhardt."
“I-"
“You trust your doctor, right? You wouldn't dare to think we know our stuff."
“No-. I mean I-"
“So it's fine! You shouldn't be afraid! I am sure it's not a big problem!"
Nimbus continued to smile, showing his teeth, while Reinhardt's attitude shifted. His face was redder than usual, his lips smacked together, and his Adam's apple bobbed up and down.
He wanted to say something, but his tongue seemed to slip, and his lips did not answer his order perfectly. Even his body as he lifted his torso, pressing against the bed, and turned to twist.
“That's a nice problem, though," whispered Nimbus to himself as he watched what was the matter.
“Wat?"
“You're hearing things, Reinhardt?" laughed the Monkey, passing a finger along the thigh, while his finger glanced at Reinhardt's evident erection. At the massive uncut white spire, rigid like a spear. Precum already dripped from the dark-red tip as it pointed up. And so, the fluid had no other direction than to drip all over the length. To drip over the veins, over the throbbing flesh, then to land on the white tufty pubes covering the groin, and the fur-like hair covering Reinhardt's enormous testicles.
He was still a giant, through and through.
“No. I am just… Uh. It's difficult to think," answered Reinhardt, smacking his lips together once more.
“Aw. It must be a secondary effect of the pills. I'll add that to the list," commented Nimbus as he reached for his lab coat, undoing it with two fingers before he slipped his arms away.
“Wat… Wat are you doing?"
“Removing my lab coat. It is awful to massage people with it. You don't want me to be bothered."
“Uh… N-No," commented Reinhardt as he watched and saw Nimbus go for more than the lab coat. Once it dropped on the floor, the Monkey went for his shirt. Then back for his belt, pulling his pants down until he was in white briefs, white… Drippy and completely damp briefs. Briefs that barely contained Nimbus' obvious erection.
“I- I am not into men, Nim-bus," slurred Reinhardt, blinking at the bulge and then at Nimbus.
“It's great for you, Reinhardt. But we still have to finish the massage."
“Oh. The massage. Y-Yes!" nodded Reinhardt, back to smiling as his eyes moved away from Nimbus' bulge.
It was almost endearing.
Nimbus confirmed Reinhardt's anxiety as he smiled and chuckled, climbing on the bed with the pretense, “It's simpler that way". One pretense he maintained as he had his hands, once more covered with cream, rub and massage Reinhardt's meaty pecs, smearing all that cream on the tense pectorals, on those muscular breasts… And on the dense white hair covering them, forming a nice and tidy musky forest, Nimbus took a whiff of, before digging into the crevice between the pectorals.
“You smell great, Reinhardt," said Nimbus, grinning.
“Uh. Thank you… Nimbus. You… You smell like a maiden. I mean. Like a woman. Like… A woman."
“Like a woman?" asked Nimbus, passing his thumbs against Reinhardt's soft nipples, pushing against them, teasing them while the gentle giant was all moans and groans.
“I- I don't know. You smell like one. I feel that. Is it strange?" asked Reinhardt, laughing suddenly but less like a chuckle and more like an uncontrollable fit.
“No. It's not strange," confirmed Nimbus, leaning forth to break that fit by pressing his face against Reinhardt, to have his large mouth meet with the German's.
For a second, it worked.
But then, Reinhardt's eyes widened, his mouth opened as if to state something. But he moaned and had a muffled cry when Nimbus' tongue went in, toying and twirling against Reinhardt's, while he bent forward, lifted his furry posterior… And rubbed it against Reinhardt's ample and reddish erection. As the kiss continued, more precum spurted free from the German's erection, landing over Nimbus' exposed back and wet briefs. Sadly, hands rushed to press against Nimbus' shoulders, to weakly push against it.
To push until Nimbus backed out, satisfied with that long kiss. He even licked his lips, enjoying the sample of beer and bacon the Knight offered him.
“I- I am not into männer, Nimbus. I am straight. No… I don't like dicks. I am not a f…"
“A fag?" said Nimbus, watching Reinhardt's expression shift, taking guppy breaths like a fish out water. “But it's good, Reinhardt. I am not like the others."
“-Not?"
Not a real question, but the Monkey got the meaning since he pulled his brief's down with one hand and many wiggling, his butt rubbing against the spurting erection until the wet fabric was down… And instead appeared Nimbus' erection, a mast that was around seven inches. And almost only half of what Reinhardt possessed. Much like his posterior, Nimbus had a hairy scrotum, a hefty pouch… But one he lifted as he crawled forward and squatted above Reinhardt.
“See. Not like the others. Like it?" asked Nimbus, knowing Reinhardt was indeed liking it. The gruff German was all huffing, inhaling, and licking his lips at the sight.
A cunt.
Hermaphrodite from birth, Nimbus still presented an outwardly masculine body. But once his testicles were out of the way, there was a cunt nevertheless. Working, heating, ovulating, the whole deal. And right now, that honey pot was so warm it was radiating with heat. In fact, it smelled like the real deal and felt like it when Reinhardt's thick fingers went over it, with the calloused ends brushing the labia with a lack of… Dexterity. But it was fine, enough to get Nimbus grunting and moaning, his pussy clenching and releasing a spray of juice right on Reinhardt's collarbone.
“It's… Real."
“As real as you can get," laughed Nimbus, biting his lips as he felt Reinhardt's index press against the entrance and force its way, wiggling against the inner walls like he was one brute. He might as well be as his face was contorted with a mix of pleasure and excitation, like someone had lost his inhibitions. Those pills worked great.
“What do you say, Reinhardt? Does it look like a proper cunt to you?"
Reinhardt blinked, gulping again. His eyes went over Nimbus' cunt, then his face, then back to that cunt. As if unable to pick which to focus on.
“My eyes are up there," commented the Monkey.
“I am… Straight. Nimbus."
“But my cunt is straight-approved. Real deal. You think it's not?" asked Nimbus, scoffing and watching as Reinhardt seemed to be thinking about the answer. But the pill had started to affect him.
“It's… A good cunt."
“A good cunt that needs a good pounding."
“But-"
“A good straight pounding. By a big straight guy like you, hmm?"
“Maybe…"
Reinhardt's lips smacked together again while his fingers still fingered Nimbus, three at a time. And the Monkey, despite his quivering legs, showed no signs of backing away despite the tremors shaking the groin… And the precum dripping from his cock over his belly, balls, and Reinhardt's chest.
“Go for it. Reinhardt.. It's waiting for you. Your maiden's cunt."
“Yes."
“A big guy like you deserves to relax for once."
“YES!"
“You need to cum so bad! You have been pent up for far too long!"
“OH YES! I NEED TO FUCK!"
Reinhardt's boastful cry left Nimbus scrambling, hoping nobody caught them… Or especially Reinhardt, red-faced, sweaty, and as stupid-looking as he was. But nobody tried to enter the infirmary… And the German's thick arms were on Nimbus' hips, guiding the Monkey.
In fact, Reinhardt sat down, too, as he put Nimbus on his lap, with his hard-cock pressing against the Monkey's ass and cunt.
“Ah! I need to fuck a cunt! A real cunt!"
“Yes, it counts as one," laughed Nimbus, pressing his muzzle against Reinhardt's hairy chest, taking in the aroma of sweat and metal shavings. Oh, that was great. Such a great smell the Monkey took in, leading to his cunt clenching and releasing another spurt on Reinhardt's humongous erection.
One erection that was rubbed against the labias, quickly, regularly.
“Ah! I'll fuck that cunt! I'll cream it!" groaned Reinhardt.
“Wait… Y-You're not inside, Reinhardt."
“Oh… Right."
“W-Wrong hole, too."
“Oups."
With a tender touch and one hand going to guide Reinhardt, Nimbus avoided to have that enormous mast rip his asshole apart with one thrust. As much as a size queen he was, Nimbus still favored taking it in his cunt. Plus, that hole was wet and ready, not dry and unprepared.
So… With his teeth bared and jaw clenched, the Monkey hung from Reinhardt's neck while using his feet as another support and grip… Up until he could feel that cocktip pressed at the right entrance, finding that burning hot cock… Almost sucked in by his vulva.
“Oh yeah… That's… A good cunt! Good… Good good good."
A glance up and Nimbus could see the saliva dripping from Reinhardt's mouth as his traits contorting, his hands clenching too around Nimbus' waist, enough to hurt. But more than that, the Monkey noticed the bulging muscles, the tension within them, the vascularities right under the fair skin. The German Knight even huffed and grunted, like a beast of burden.
“Yes. A good cunt, Reinhardt. It's just for you, Reinhardt. You can- HRMPH!!!"
As Nimbus encouraged Reinhardt to take him, the German Knight did so. Not as a gentle lover, mind you. No, he went in with one thrust, one swoop, one push. And Nimbus' belly instantly bulged from Reinhardt's humongous erection, the cocktip almost visible through the exposed skin.
Nimbus even had a little tear at the right eye from the sharp pain and sensation as he patted Reinhardt's cheek.
“Ok… Ok, big guy. Sl-Slow down."
“Must… Fuck… Cunt," groaned Reinhardt, his fingers digging deeper within Nimbus' sides, enough for the Monkey to heave.
And heave faster when Reinhardt pulled on the sides, narrowly yanking his cock out, leaving only the tip, the corona, tugging on the lips… Before he smacked it down, hitting Nimbus' posterior with his thighs… And so, the German repeated, his jaw clenching and his breath following Nimbus' gasping breaths.
Nimbus, who was… Feeling it. The pressure, the strength, the sudden burst against his inner walls as Reinhardt smashed into them. As Reinhardt dug within his velvety entrance, only then to pull back.
And with each pull, it left Nimbus heaving. It left him empty. It left him yearning.
Yearning for that cock back inside until… Until Nimbus' legs relaxed and dropped, no longer pushing against Reinhardt's belly to get a modicum of balance.
And then, with his arms wrapped around Reinhardt's neck, the Monkey hissed. Pleasure and pain melding together in that moment, his guts pummeled and bulging from that hulking brute.
“Yes… Fu-Fuck me up! Stuff me, big guy!" hissed Nimbus, showing his teeth in a stupid grin as his nuts again smacked against Reinhardt's groin, his cock spraying precum all over them.
It felt great. It felt terrible. And it was everything Nimbus wanted as he nudged against Reinhardt's neck, kissing and nibbling on the skin.
“Fuck… That… Cunt," repeated Reinhardt, drooling from the corner of his mouth. His jaw was bobbing up and down, but now often dropping, leaving the mouth ajar. His brows had dropped, physically and the semblance of anger, to reveal a pathetic and stupid expression. Even his eyes were seemingly pleading, with the left one half-open, while the right eye twitched.
His tongue wasn't lolling out, but it wasn't finding any good place to be, any good spot to relax while the Knight continued to hump, making the bed creak beneath his imposing weight.
“Fuck… Cunt… Fuck… Straight…"
“Breed me."
Nimbus mumbled those words as, with the arm strength he had, he lifted his torso against Reinhardt's abuse. He lifted his shoulders, head, mouth… And pressed the latter against Reinhardt's.
A kiss. A mere kiss, but one driven by Nimbus sampling the saliva, enjoying the tongue now prodding and trying to force itself down his throat.
One that was stopping with Reinhardt pulling Nimbus down, impaling him again, smacking against depths only the biggest studs could reach… Only the biggest studs deserved.
But soon, the hips were lifted again, and the kiss resumed, if not for a second.
Messy. Dirty. Imperfect.
But all what Nimbus needed and desired from Reinhardt as that cock, so big massive, scratched an itch in places that had been bereft of love and attention. Not anyone was as hung as Reinhardt… And no one was as enduring as the Knight. So thought the Monkey as, in an instant of weakness, Reinhardt grunted and ejaculated within Nimbus.
Even then, as the white flow was pumped inside, and then churned, Reinhardt was not stopping.
Quite the opposite.
“Must… Fuck! Cunt!" he shouted, red-faced as he picked up in speed and intensity.
His hands held a death-grip, the knuckles white as he was not letting go of Nimbus, not even when the Monkey shivered and his cunt clenched tightly for half-a-second.
Reinhardt kept at it, driven and driving the moment as he smacked the Monkey posterior against his lap again and again… No. As he entirely lifted Nimbus, pulling him out for a second only to force him to turn and look in the same direction as the Knight's, towards the Mediterranean sea.
A perfect vision.
One sumptuous even… If Nimbus' eyes were not half-closing from the rough handling he was taking, his thighs burning from the previous chaffing.
And now, it was his ass that was bouncing and been smacked, bruised by the brutal breeding Reinhardt unleashed on the Monkey. And again, Nimbus wanted it. As Reinhardt kept hammering and stretching his inside, he kept cumming.
His cunt tightened and sprayed forward a mix of juices and spunk. All the while, his cock was dripping on his swelling belly, unable to tell if he should stop. Reinhardt wasn't looking to… Even when the Knight was already at his third ejaculation, he continued… Fucking. Like a brute. One whose words had degenerated into senseless grunts.
All around them, precum and sweat were coalescing, forming reeking puddles on the bed's surface and the plastic floor. All over their nethers, cum was starting to smear and impregnate the ass' fur and the white pubes with the stench of raw sex…
Nimbus smiled, feeling the burn starting to heighten, to get bigger, to… Grow, as the Knight's thrusts were hitting that same spot, that same impossible passageway. His cervix.
At that point, any girl would have begged for it to stop from the pain and abuse.
But Nimbus was different, his body… Way different. And what would be pain here was instead a bliss he so desired as he felt the walls battered, as he sensed his climax coming up close… Closer… And closer. Until.
With one growl, Reinhardt passed, thrust, and punched through, locking himself inside.
With one growl, Reinhardt came again, covering Nimbus' innermost place with his nut-batter, leaving no spot untouched and unquenched while the Monkey himself was cumming his brain out, his cock spraying all over himself and his belly. Even… Reinhardt's face as the Knight growled and grunted, finally coming to a close.
“Fuck… We should do that again, Reinhardt."
“Nimbus? Do you know where Reinhardt is?"
“Reinhardt? What? Have you checked the… gnhfh… Training grounds?"
“I did, and he's not there. You don't have any clue?"
“No. Sorry, you got me at the wrong moment. Maybe… He went to town. He said he found a girl with a nice puss who-"
“I… Will take your word for it. And please, be more discreet with your partners, Nimbus. This is not a brothel."
“Sure… Sure."
With a sigh, Nimbus pushed the door to, sighing… And frowning as he felt something hard, warm, and quite girthy press against his still-gaping, creampied, entrance. The orifice was loose, so loose… And yet, it never seemed enough even as that tip was slipping inside, nudging the same velvety surface as before.
“Why do I have to hide you from Winston, again?" asked Nimbus, sour and groaning as his toes curled and his tail instantly wrapped around Reinhardt's left leg.
“Because I don't want people to know about us."
“About what? We're an item? Reinhardt, nobody will bother us if you fuck men," grunted Nimbus.
“Wrong. I only fuck pussies, no männer!"
“Fine fine… Straight boy," grunted Nimbus, clutching his already bulging belly, feeling Reinhardt's erection through it as well as the cum inside… So much cum, he hadn't tried but any pregnancy test would come back with a brilliant and dangerous result.
“Plus. If nobody knows who left a mess in the infirmary, it's better for us both," said Reinhardt, leaning and whispering right to Nimbus' ear, even biting it.
“F-Fine. But no more fucking near Winston."
“Even… In his office?" asked Reinhardt, huffing and thrusting, again fucking Nimbus cunt, cratering it until it would feel nothing that wasn't as big as Reinhardt.
“Fine. Office doesn't- count."
“Even in the training grounds? Or in the ship."
“What did I unleash?" asked Nimbus, feeling the heat from Reinhardt, the huffs and grunts, the excitation that was palpable, the fingers digging inside Nimbus' nipples. They were starting to feel full and heavy, too. Another bad sign.
“You took the pills? Again?" asked Nimbus, glancing at his bedroom. At the fuckfest of a place, reeking of sex, booze, and potentially worse.
And on the desk, the open bottle was an evident clue.
“Hrmph… I prefer when I fuck you… Hard! ReinHARD!" laughed the burly Brute, tugging on Nimbus' nipples, until they were painful and red.
“Oh… Boy," moaned Nimbus, feeling the sudden emptiness as his cunt was left alone, releasing a tidal flow of cum… Before the German had his cock rubbing against Nimbus' back entrance.
“You… Said you were straight?"
“As long as you have a pussy. It counts," laughed Reinhardt, nibbling Nimbus' ear. “I'll fuck you… And get your two holes… Pregnant."
“It's not how that works."
“Not my problem!" laughed Reinhardt, thrusting, impaling Nimbus… Getting him ready for another evening of rough fucking.