notdva

raceplay, mf, mating press, kidnapping, wmaf, bleached, genestealer, overwatch

Sergeant Holt came to his senses in a concussed haze, his memory of what had come before fuzzy and indistinct. He’d been…leading a team in Korea? Fighting anti-omnic separatists? Jucheists? Something like that. Some of them had had really impressive mechs, though. And somehow everything had gone wrong and now he was- strapped down? Immobilized somehow, with bands of what felt like iron binding him to a table. A cloth covered his eyes, but there didn’t seem to be any light seeping in around the edges: pitch blackness, and no one else making noise around him either. He must be in some kind of interrogation room? But what did they expect to get out of him?

As Holt focused on figuring out the nature of his situation, he was interrupted by the slow creak of what sounded like a door opening “Hello?” he called, straining (futilely, he knew) against his bonds as the light in the room flicked on. “Who’s there? Answer me, you fucking gook!” No response was forthcoming, but Holt could definitely hear the click of boots against the floor, getting closer to where he lay. A hand- gloved, it felt like, and small- grabbed his chin as if to examine him. Holt thought he heard a satisfied laugh before the hand released his chin and trailed down his chest, feeling the toned, tense muscles underneath his uniform.

“Are you gonna torture me or just feel me up?” Holt snarled, struggling against the shackles. “Never seen a guy with more muscles than those K-pop twinks, have you, faggot?” In his straining, he shook the blindfold loose just a little bit, and it slipped from one eye, allowing him to fix it on his captor. It wasn’t at all who he was expecting- not some Korean soldier, or even a man? A girl in her twenties stood over him, dressed in the body-hugging black plugsuit of a mech pilot. There was something red smeared on her face that Holt interpreted at first as war paint, but it was too regular, and almost cutesy, like whiskers. Catching his eye, she graced him with a smug smile, and recognition flashed through the soldier’s mind.

“Wait a minute,” he grunted, eyeing her up for weapons and finding nothing but the black and red material clinging to her slight curves. “You’re that streamer bitch. The poster girl. D.va, right? What are you doing here?”

“That’s Commander Song to you, white boy,” the once-egirl chided him, climbing onto the restraining table to straddle her prey. “And I’m here for the same thing as you, actually. You’ve been conscripted into our eugenics program~” She wiggled her ass against his crotch, completing the trail that he’d interrupted.

Holt lay speechless on the table, even ceasing his struggles as he processed what he was experiencing. “Eugenics?” he eventually got out. “You mean you’re gonna sterilize me? What the fuck is wrong with you?”

D.va just laughed at the idea, before leaning in closer, until her breasts squished against his chest. “No way we would sterilize you,” she teased, a faux-conspiratorial look on her face. “In fact it’s the op-pos-ite. We’re gonna use you to improve the Korean gene pool.~”

With that, the pieces fell into place in Sgt. Holt’s mind, and he actually laughed, even as the nubile Korean squirmed atop him, the only thing separating their bodies being a couple layers of clothing. He’d been right all along, his captors had been lusting after him. “And you’re gonna be the one to do it, I bet?” he shot back, allowing himself to hump back against D.va’s slow grinding. “What makes me so special that I get to breed with a big shot slope like you, Commander?”

Rather than a real answer, at first this just earned him a slap- obviously intended to be painful, but coming from a weak thing like Hana it practically bounced off of him. “I’m really just here to evaluate you, chong-a. Maybe you’re good enough to breed me, but I doubt it. Even with your muscles, and that jaw, you could still fuck it up. Let’s see what you’re hiding in your pants first, huh?” As she spoke, D.va crawled down her captive’s body, eventually ending up curled between his legs. Biting her lip, she undid Holt’s belt and the top button of his fly, before pulling his trousers down with far more eagerness than her harsh words would have suggested.

If she’d meant them, she needn’t have worried. As soon as his shorts came down, Holt’s dick sprung up, impacting Hana’s face with an audible, meaty schlap. Even when not fully hard, it stretched across her face, and clung to Hana cheek with a sheen of sweat and precum, more of which drooled into her tied-back hair. The whole experience forced a moan out of her lips before she could stop herself, and in response she glared up at Holt as though he’d done something wrong.

“W-well,” she concluded. “It’s certainly impressive like this, but honestly still not up to my standards, unless you get bigger. I’m gonna have to see.” With clear restraint, she began to pepper her white captive’s shaft with kisses- chaste at first, but sloppier and sloppier over time, until the former streamer was practically slurping him clean. He couldn’t help but grow in response, getting stiffer and stiffer under her attentions until he was twitching with every heartbeat. With some effort and a blush painted across her face, she tore herself away from it, producing a tape measure from a pocket in her suit. Quickly, with practiced motions, she measured first his length and then wrapped it around the base to measure his girth.

“So?” he pressed her. “Am I…good enough for whatever crazy genestealing bullshit you’re trying to do?” Holt thought the entire premise was ridiculous, but he could see a way to escape, if he played his cards right.

The commander merely nodded in response, wrapping up the tape measure and packing it away in her suit. “You’re more than up to par,” she finally panted, more interested in his dick than in meeting his eyes. “You’ll make an excellent breeding stud for me.”

“Well, if you want me to breed anyone you’re gonna have to fucking let me off this slab,” said Holt. “You think riding me is gonna cut it to knock you up?” D.va, after a moment of cock-addled consideration, seemed to see some sense in this proposition, and signaled to a camera in the corner of the room that Holt's restraints should be unlocked. As soon as the clunk of some bolt in the table told him he'd gotten his wish, Holt sprang from the table, grabbing his would-be genestealer and pinning her against one wall of the cell with such force that it visibly knocked the wind out of her.

“Bad idea, gook,” he growled, running his hands over her body, feeling for a key or weapon that he might be able to escape with. His cockhead rested in her navel as he searched her, and by the time he'd come up empty-handed and tore open the thin rubber of her suit in frustration, D.va had come back to her senses enough that she was grinding on him, a smug (if dazed) expression on her face.

“You're not gonna find anything,” she purred, the taut black material of the plugsuit shredding with every motion of her hips until her whole torso, from pert, breasts to pussy, was completely exposed. “You can have me as a consolation prize though~” Holt debated taking her hostage even without a weapon, but- she'd be easier to handle if he fucked her silly, right? It might be a good idea to play along for a little longer. With that thought in mind, his hands went to her hips, grabbing them to spear the little Korean brat on his length.

It was a tight fit; airtight even. As Holt forced himself inside her, it felt like she was sucking him in, Asian cunt physically begging for white cock- and soon enough, white cum. Her eyes fluttered at the invasion, but that same smug, superior expression didn't leave her face. “Tha~t's it, stud,” she moaned. “I bet it feels like you're fucking conquering me, doesn't it? Go on~ Make me yours~” Holt gave no response except to throw her back on the slab that he'd been confined to, positioning himself on top of his prey to drop two hundred pounds of muscle and over eight inches of dick square on her cervix.

D.va didn't seem to mind though, and despite a wince of pain when her stud bottomed out inside her, nothing could wipe the look of pleasured triumph off her face. Instead, she slung her arms and legs around him, black boots and gloves clutching at his back and trying to pull him in, adding an extra kick to every downward thrust. His nuts slapped against her asshole, the suit shredding to that point by their vigorous movement, and the sounds of rough, aggressive breeding echoed around the cell as Holt gave in to the genestealer's temptation.

Even crushing her tiny body underneath him, even reaming her out with his monster white dick, the soldier knew in the back of his mind this was what she wanted. But at this point, he couldn't focus on that. This wasn't some contingency in his plan to escape, or a way to overpower her, he just wanted to fucking inseminate her. She wanted him to breed her? Fine, he could live with that. He'd dick this fucking gook down so hard she'd be the mother to a baby as blonde as him.

She wasn't talking back now either- the smug remained, but she was too far gone to do anything but moan and hump back against him, just like he had no voice for anything but animalistic growls. Even the superior expression began to grate on Holt, though. Who did this fucking chink think she was? She should be melting already, whimpering like some JAV slut under his ruthless rutting. In a flash of angry lust, Holt wrapped one of his hands round the back of D.va's head and pulled her in for a kiss, mashing his mouth against the smug yellow slut's parted lips.

He forced his tongue against hers as they fucked, a panting, sloppy kiss that broke apart and rejoined with their needs for breath and their rolling hips. Even though he held her completely underneath himself, rough white hand enmeshed in fine black hair and her lithe body trapped under his muscled form, Holt still felt like he was the one losing. She never fought against him, always encouraged him, and on one downward thrust, he finally pushed her over the edge.

D.va whimpered into her assailant's mouth, legs and arms and cunt clutching at him and her whole body quivering under his continued rut. He kept going as long as he could, wanting to melt her brain in pleasure, but his hopes of fucking her all the way to a second orgasm were dashed- it just felt too good. With one final, brutal thrust, he hammered his cockhead up against her cervix, and his nuts twitched over and over, flooding Hana with the white seed that she craved.

They lay together like that for a few seconds, panting, D.va's black plugsuit in complete tatters and Holt's cock still mostly hard inside her. As she came down, she released her hold on his back, and breathed, “That's exa~ctly what I was after. You lose, white boy. ♥” He didn't argue. A wave of fatigue was starting to wash over him, like it wasn't just seed that Hana had stolen but energy. In the end, Holt summoned just enough will to roll off of her and black out.

When he came to, Hana was gone. The restraining slab was gone too, replaced with more conventional and comfortable furniture, but- he tried the door- he was still locked in. He slammed his fist against it, shouted first out the grate and then at the still-present camera, “I gave you crazy gooks your seed, what's the fucking deal? Let me go already!”

The intercom crackled to life, and the sweetly smug voice of Hana Song filtered out of it. “You're still a POW, chong-a. Plus, we don't know for sure if you knocked me up yet, and even if you did...we're gonna want more than one out of you.” Another girl giggled in the background, and D.va joined in, clearly pleased she'd trapped such a quality breeder. “Trust us, white boy- we're gonna keep you for a whi~le. Enjoy the new digs~”