Chapter 3 - D.Va

 Getting to walk out of their defeat with Doomfist seemed like a success compared to what the others were to go through. D.Va did not want to think about what was going to befall her friends, especially poor Lena that got taken away by that disgusting fat bastard. It reminded her of all the gross fans that sent her fan mail and tried to approach her on the street, the sorts of omega subhumans that could barely be called men in any world. 

 Whatever D.Va could say of Doomfist, the Nigerian was a real man in the proper sense of the word, and as she sat on top of him with her thighs wrapped around his neck and resting on his shoulders, the tiny Korean could feel the terrifying muscles flexing underneath. The last time anyone carried her in this way was her father when she was little, but that stopped as soon as she hit middle school, with him being too weak to carry her weight. This guy could probably carry me and the mech as well, Hana mused. 

 As she rode the black giant out of the place, Doomfist came to a limo and pulled her off of him. Opening the door, he said, “In you go, my little princess.” 

 Princess? It was so long since she had been called that… Trembling, D.Va ducked and entered the limo, certain that this would be the moment when he held her down and destroyed her with his big black cock. Hana saw enough videos to know that black men like him completely annihilated tiny Korean girls. It was even a fad in some parts back home… 

 The door slammed closed. Huh? 

“Welcome, Ms. Song,” said a fancy blonde woman inside in perfect Korean. “Please, make yourself comfortable. This will be a long ride, I’m afraid.” 

 The limo started off without Doomfist getting inside. “Where are we going?” 

 The blonde’s eyebrows rose quizzically, as if the question itself were out of place. “Home. Where else?” She opened a briefcase and flashed its contents before Hana’s eyes. Inside, there were countless retro handhelds, dating from all the way in the 90s. “Mr. Ogundimu wants you to enjoy yourself.” 





 Hana was certain that the limo must have stopped at some point and gone into a plane, since her ears popped. When she got out of the limo, the lush green landscape around her was completely unfamiliar to anything she had seen. The blonde led her into a luxurious house, then guided her up the steps.

 All around her, D.Va could see statues and pictures of Doomfist, not always alone, but posing with women, always naked, his gigantic black body looking like a whole new species compared to theirs. The Korean couldn’t help but glance at a life-sized statue of him they passed on the second floor, where the sculpted torso ended in a dick so veiny and big that just looking at it made her breathless. 

 Hana never realized that she stopped to look at it, but when the blonde gave her a long look, she snapped out of her trance, breathless. “BBC is wonderful, isn’t it?” 

 The room they arrived at was unlike anything Hana thought she would end up in. At worst she imagined a dungeon, and at best she pictured being delivered all gift-wrapped to the Nigerian’s bed. Instead, she stood at the center of a room done in light colors, mostly pink and blue, made to look as girly as possible. There were some D.Va collector’s items around, but what made her mind reel was the king-sized bed that took nearly a third of the room, completely covered in plushies of all sorts. Beyond that, there was a computer setup with several monitors, all sorts of consoles including retro ones, actual arcade games lined up opposite of the PC, and vending machines containing all sorts of sweets and fizzy drinks. 

“Well,” said the blonde, “I think I’ll leave you to it. Your father should be home soon.”

“My f-f-f-f-father?” Hana stammered, then blushed, embarrassed by her loss of control. What did her father have to do with this?... The last time she checked up with him, he was playing games all day and trying to talk to her about some stupid new anime. He never even asks how I am… 

 Was he secretly building this place for us? Did Doomfist just deliver me to him? The ideas resided in her head for awhile, but the senselessness of it all dawned upon her. Why would there be pictures and even statues of Doomfist everywhere if her father were involved with this? 

 And realistically, what were the odds that her father could unglue his eyes from his video game waifus to want to spend time with her? 

 The last time they spent a full day together, Hana cringed at all the strangely flirtatious compliments he gave her and at the way he kept trying to touch her body. It was as if he were in love with her, a concept that both creeped her out because they were related, but fundamentally disgusted her because he was, well…  

 Not a real man. 

 Hana was ashamed to say that when she first grew up and started getting groped by him, the idea of escalation turned her on for how bad and unholy it was. She would have fought the old nerd off if he ever tried more than getting a feel of her little ass; but she would have hoped that he held her down and took her anyway, disciplining her as any good daddy should. 

 That never happened. 

“Indeed.” The blonde’s lacquered heels were soundless as they made their way across the carpet. the tanned fingers came up to Hana’s shoulders and gave her a maternal squeeze of encouragement. “Be good while he’s gone. Oh, one more thing! There’s some clothes for you and some other stuff in a hidden room. Your father thought you would have fun looking for it. Enjoy!” 





 It took the brilliant young Korean star less than twenty minutes to crack the puzzle, and afterwards she rewarded herself with some ice cream and an energy drink. The secret trap door that opened under her desk took her to a level below that held an a toilet with a huge bath, an aquarium, sex toys, and entire wardrobes filled with clothes, ranging from fancy Parisian blouses and skirts, to dainty little dresses. 

 D.Va knew that she needed to pick an outfit in her wait for Doomfist, and that picking the right one might have been a part of the test. She wasn’t sure why, but her mind instinctively went for the baby doll dress, accompanied by some sexy lace lingerie. 

 This guy isn’t the brightest, probably. And he’s in love with himself. All I need to do is play my cards right, be flirty, and I’ll be out of here, Hana concluded. My friends are counting on me. 

 But in truth, an hour later she was just lazily slouching in bed and playing games, feeling more relaxed than she had in months…





 It was close to nightfall when the door to her new bedroom opened and Doomfist stepped inside. “How do you like the new bedroom?” 

“It’s… nice.” The casual tone of his voice stunned her.

“Isn’t it?” 

 The Nigerian sat down at the edge of her bed and locked eyes with her. Hana noticed that he wore no shirt, leaving his strong percs and perfect abs exposed. The only thing he had on were a pair of black and white shorts. “Aren’t you going to give your daddy a welcome home kiss?” 

 Was he expecting her to do that for real?...  

 At first the Korean said nothing. But eventually she relented to his gaze and walked over, giving him a peck on the cheek. “Welcome home…”

“Daddy,” he corrected.

 Hana gulped. What the hell is going on? “Welcome home, Daddy.” 

“That’s my little girl!” The huge black arms wrapped around her and buried her head against his hard and heated chest, the musk of his strong body hitting her senses. Then he put her in his lap. “Have you been having a good time?”

“Yes… Daddy.” 

 His huge fingers came up to her face and caressed her reddened cheeks. “I’m glad.” The index finger made its way to her lips, then slowly went between them to enter her mouth. 

 Instinctively, D.Va began to suck on it. What’s wrong with me?... The fragile Korean wondered, feeling the tingles of arousal coming from her tummy. Not just that, but she felt surprisingly… good. Safe. Loved. Cared for.

 But my friends… Are the--

“Daddy loves you so much, Hana,” said Doomfist. “I’ve been thinking about you all day.” 

“U av?” muffled Hana in disbelief, her mouth full of his black finger. 

“You bet.”

 The Nigerian suddenly leaned back in bed together with her, bringing her tiny pale body to rest on top of his. The strong hand explored the curve of her back, making its way towards her ass. D.Va’s eyes went to his abs then down to the awesome bulge showing through his shorts. 

“Damn, these are tight. Do you mind taking them off of me, baby?” 

 Am I actually doing this?...

“Sure, Daddy,” said Hana, trembling at her inability to refuse him. 

 The tiny Korean came down and grabbed the band of his shorts, then began to tug on it, gradually revealing the immense BBC between his legs, throbbing and rising. It was the darkest thing she ever laid eyes on, yet strangely alluring. 

 Doomfist yawned. “Daddy’s had a hard day. Why don’t you massage me?” 

 Hot blood rushed through her as she realized what was being asked of her. Obediently, her small hands came down to his BBC, the pale fingers contrasting the massive dark shaft. 

“You like that?” he asked.

“Yes, Daddy,” D.Va blurted out automatically. How could she deny it? The thing was amazing. 

“Now you lick that up for Daddy and help him relax,” said Doomfist. 

 Hana just trembled and bit her lip as the finger passed down one of the bulging veins. “Can I ride it, Daddy?” 

“Well… Sure… I thought you’d want to get eased into it, but you can go at it, baby. Go ahead.” 

 There was no rational reason for any of this. In fact, D.Va knew with certainty that she was acting in a realm completely outside of the real world as she pulled her panties aside and gently came down on the BBC. Just the feeling of his hard tip against her lips was enough to flare her up, but Doomfist put his arms on her waist and guided her down gently. “Come on, baby, you can do it,” he said in his thick Nigerian accent. “My little darling.” 

 It was so long since anyone babytalked her like this… “Daddy…” 

 Hana gasped as soon as the head entered her and tried to get off, but the black stud held her steady, moving his strong fingers up and down her back, guiding her along one inch at a time. “You can do this, sweetheart. Just take it nice and easy.” 

“I love your cock, Daddy,” D.Va said instantly, tears of pleasure coming down her eyes. “It’s so big. It hurts.” 

 Doomfist wiped her tears and brought her face down to his chest. “But you’re going to take the pain for your Daddy, aren’t you?” 

 Her lips caressed his strong dark chest as she whimpered. “Yes, Daddy.” 

“You were made to worship black cock, isn’t that right?” 

“Y-Yes…” 

 A slap whipped against her tiny bubble butt that made her cry out. “What was that?” he asked teasingly.  

 Breathless, D.Va giggled and yelped from his dick. “Yes, Daddy. I love your big black cock.” 

 Daddy put her arms around her and held her tightly as he started pumping her, using his strong thighs to deliver perfect thrusts that stretched out her tiny Korean pussy. Being treated like this by her own father had always been a dirty fantasy, but now it was clear that it was his fault it never happened, and not her own. Only a real man can be my daddy… thought Hana, mentally devolving from the mindbreaking pleasure. 

 Doomfist groaned as he fucked her, expertly making use of her small childlike body, more like a guy using a fleshlight than a guy manhandling a woman. She was just so tight, tiny, and slavish, that there was more toy to her than person during sex. 

 As he came close to finishing, he pulled her off. “Suck it up and milk it, honey. Fast.” 

 Hana did as told, rushing to the pulsating head of his dick that glistened with her own pussyjuice. Her lips quickly wrapped around it, stretching until they disappeared, her fingers working his balls as he got ready to come. 

 There was no better honor than for a little girl to feel her daddy coming straight into her mouth. I’ve earned this, thought D.Va. The godlike BBC tasted just like chocolate as her tongue caressed his dickhole and waited for the load to arrive. 

 And once her daddy groaned, it did, thick ropes of black seed shooting straight into her mouth, filling it up and moving down her throat only to explode from her nostrils. Doomfist laughed at the sight. “You’re going to need some practice.” 

 D.Va giggled too. “Yes, Daddy…” 

 He yawned again and closed his eyes. “Damn, I’m tired…” 

 Hana lay down between his legs and cradled his dick against her face, giving it kisses every so often. “Rest, Daddy. I’m going to take care of you. Worship you.” 

“That’s my girl,” said a sleepy Doomfist. “That’s my girl…” 

