Chapter 1 - [OVERWATCH]Dva Needs a Nurse - F+F, Tribbing, Fingering

For yet another time, Dva was laying in the infirmary with a new slew of bruises, cuts, and sore muscles. It was amazing that she didn't outright die each and every day she mounted that mech to charge forward into battle. And yet, somehow, someway, here she was -- yet again. How many more times can this happen before she suffers a serious injury? Broken spine, maybe? What is she loses an arm, or suffers damage to that head of hers? As Mercy contemplated this array of thoughts, she knew but one thing for certain -- nothing would stop Dva from going to battle, as long as she could move.

Dr. Ziegler sighed from the observation window at the exhausted girl, her skin-tight suit torn and tattered. Her tender, glowing skin was contrasted by the garish splotches on her skin, large and unsightly bruises as they were. Her eyes gazed down to her toned thighs, the blue of that suit having taunted millions upon millions of onlookers to wonder what may lie beneath. Whether she knew it or not, Dva was ever the tease, even if her sole focus was the enemy.

Dr. Zielger jumped slightly when she forced her eyes up from Dva's slack posture up to her narrow eyes, which stared into Ziegler's like beams that could read each and every thought that had pervaded her mind. So overpowering was the feeling that she briefly ran through her head. Had she stared too long? Had she thought about touching those tantalizing breasts of hers, feeling the stretch of the suit as she pinched her nipples? She shook her head, and entered the infirmary door.

"Ahh... Ms. Hana, how are you? You've taken a beating today... yet again." She trailed off with a grin.

"One day I'm going to get back at you for all that teasing, you know. You count on it!" A gloved finger pointed right between Mercy's eyes, shaking with the ultimate fury of a young, tired, hungry girl.

"Haha! Okay, okay. I'm sorry, but how can I not tease you? It's who you are!" Almost as if they were directly related, Mercy's maternal attitude kicked in, and she began dabbing ointment, alcohol, and bandaging the young woman. Her warm touch was pleasant in the all-too-cool confines of the infirmary, and Hana wished to herself that she could be held close, warm and comfortable, to drift off to sleep in the embrace of such velvety warmth.

"Alright Hana. We're all done here. Now you be careful, understand? I know you get tired of hearing it, but one day you're going to get hurt even worse, and maybe then even I won't be able to do much for you." Ziegler trailed off with her brows furrowed in concern, waiting for a response.

"Yeah, okay, I'll try... Thanks, Dr. Ziegler." Hana replied with a sigh. With that, Dr. Ziegler turned at opened the door, and was nearly out when Dva called out.

"W-wait! Dr. Ziegler! Can you check something else for me?"

The door sat ajar for a moment, and then Dr. Ziegler appeared in full once again, the light beyond her illuminating her full form.

"...Yes? What is it?" Ziegler asked cautiously.


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"Would you mind doing one of those... You know... Cancer checks? I don't know how." She could hardly keep her eyes on the doctor. After a brief eye raise, Ziegler stepped forward, and kneeled alongside Hana, who seemed closer to a mewling kitten than a dangerous warrior. After some brief questions, she slowly began to cup and press on Dva's perky breasts. Almost immediately, she gasped. A stray finger had only barely grazed an areola, and yet it had shocked her into pleasure. She held a hand to her mouth, her eyes darting to Dr. Zielger with an apologetic gaze. Her other arm instinctively grasped her breasts, trapping Mercy's hand alongside her breasts.

As Dva hid herself from the room, Mercy ran the back of her fingers alongside her temples, finding herself feeling sorry for the mess next to her. After all, constant combat and grueling training hardly gave her a moment to herself... A moment for intimacy. She gently pulled Dva's hands from her face, and rubbed a thumb alongside her cheekbone. Leaning in slowly, so as to allow any opportunity for avoidance, she brushed her lips along Dva's, and then pressed in firmly. She moved to cradle this sweet girl, grasping a handful of her soft hair as she deeply kissed her -- and found herself being kissed in return. Moistened lips pressed together, as their cheeks and noses cradled and cushioned one another. Mercy's hand slipped down Dva's chest, pulling from one of the many already significant tears in the vibrant blue of the suit.

"Hey! A little forward... I-isn't it?" Dva faux protested.

"Oh, you have plenty more of these suits, we both know that." Mercy replied, dodging the question with little grace.

With the suit quickly tossed aside, Mercy began to ever-so-lightly rub Dva's thighs, beginning with her fingertips. They lazily traced along from halfway down her thigh, up near to her groin, occasionally hovering her fingers just above her clitoris. Shifting down, she continued her efforts to tease, while now cradling and lightly pressing Dva's firm tits. Her fingers moved inwards, slowly teasing towards her hardening nipples. Gasps rose higher and higher out of Dva's chest, unable to help herself as small moans began to cascade from her throat. As one hand tweaked a sensitive pink nub, her other welcomed the feeling of her thoroughly soaked entrance, desperate for attention.

Circular motions continued on all of Dva's various lusty points, prompting her to groan with the force of her accumulating pleasure, as she reacted to each of Mercy's actions. Suddenly, Mercy withdrew her hands, stood up straight, and tore aware her skirt and underwear. Her slick pussy hid beneath the shadows of her clothing, a tuft of bright blonde hair decorating the area. Mercy climbed on top of her medical bed, facing her. She looked deep into her eyes, delicately withdrew her glasses from her eyes, and kissed Dva deeply. Then, without another glance, she lifted one of Dva's legs, placing her own under it, and shifted her pelvis so that her pussy aligned with Dva's.

Mutually cupping one hand upon the other's breast, they each began to roll their hips synchronously. Mercy's fit form articulated and rolled itself from head to toe, all for the effort of pleasing each pussy that lapped and thrusted along the other. Dva felt her pain fading from her mind, as it was invaded by the singular thought of desiring, wanting, needing to cum with the woman above her. The fact that Dr. Ziegler was something like a mother to her only drove her lust higher, the perverse (though false) thought of her own blood giving her pleasure sending her farther forward into the event horizon of her orgasm.

God, she's so wet, she truly needed this... Poor girl. How often does she really think of herself, her needs? She's a human. She needs more than just eating, sleeping, and fighting... She needs me. Mercy's mind raced at the thought that she could be fortunate enough to enjoy such an encounter again. From her pelvis, to her clit, to what felt like every inch of her pussy, she felt her soaked groin shake in ecstasy as it rubbed against her partner's. Each drove one another closer to the brink, though Mercy truly loved the sensation of being in control of her patient.

As the pleasure began to skyrocket to space anew, Mercy leaned forward towards Dva, both arms suddenly grasping her leg that she held up, now using it as a support from falling. She sped up her thrusts, drool and spit occasionally ejecting from her lips as she well and truly fucked Dva's tight pussy with her own, Dva's breath becoming so quick that it was clear she wouldn't be lasting long. Mercy began to cry out louder, and as though it were peer pressure, Dva too began to let out all of the hot breath that had been hidden within her lungs. The two cried out in ecstasy and pleasure, juices running down their pussies, between their legs, sweat and spit covering each of their bodies. It was as though they had joined one another in a steam room pumped full of an aphrodisiac.

Mercy stretched her head to the sky and cried out as she reached, peaked, and rolled over the mountain of her orgasm. Her body shook and felt light, as though she was drugged, and she feared not the possibility of falling despite how she just barely stayed upon the bed. Dva's eyes rolled back as she tightened her face with the tightening sensation just before release, and her euphoria seemed to grasp her very soul, heaving it all the wait to heaven and back. Each of their pussies quivered, shook, became that much wetter, and finally stood still as their respective highs fell from grace.

Gasping and heaving in exhaustion, Mercy fell alongside Dva on the bed. They faced one another, their hair lightly intermingling as hot air pumped from their lungs into one another's face. With a smile, Dva pecked Mercy's rosey lips.

"Well, doctor... I'm going to need more checkups after this, if you'll allow that." She said with a grin.