Patreon Compilation – Fic#114 – Ashe/Bob/McCree – spoils of war; fic series; massive insertion; cunnilingus – Winner Takes It All 1 (Patreon)

Ashe/Bob/McCree – Two teams fought and only one can win! This time, Ashe and Bob choose McCree as their spoil of war >:3c

This is the first in a series of fics where after a skirmish match the winners of said match can choose one from the losing team and do to them whatever they want!

Part 1 (This Part)

Part 2 (Patreon Link)

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Ashe doesn’t wait. As the others still stare at their bounty, waffling around on who to take, she slams the butt of her rifle onto the ground and pushes herself up from her leisurely lounge on Bob’s lap.

“I go first,” she declares, stalking toward the sorry pile of losers bound up in the middle of the Shimada’s estate. The scrimmage had been long and exhausting, but looking at the part anxious and part angry faces looking up at her, she feels herself becoming invigorated rather quickly.

Ashe knows exactly who she wants… but she stalks around the six losers anyway, watching them from each angle. Mercy. Hanzo. Sigma. McCree. D.Va. Reinhardt. A delicious spoil for their rightful win.

Her heels click against the ground. Some of the little creatures lean away from her, faces drawn taut in anxious anticipation. McCree, the stupid slut, is not one of them. He is grinning from ear to ear, his lids heavy. He isn’t shy about the erection already tenting his jeans – it wouldn’t surprise her to learn that he didn’t pull his weight during the fight just so they could lose.

Ashe snaps her fingers and Bob’s hand shoots out, knocking McCree’s hat from his head and grabbing his hair. He pulls him out of the huddled little group by it. McCree’s grin falters and he pulls a face instead.

“O-Ouch, fuck.”

“Patience. I’ll give you something to whine about…” She unlatches her belt as she walks. The others of her team make space and settle down to watch. Apparently there’s no grudge about her taking the first spoils… tsk. Pushovers.

“Bob will fuck the attitude out of you, McCree. And you’ll use your mouth for something productive while we’re at it.”

She leans over, slipping her pants over her ass as she goes.

“Oh dear what a horrible punishm-- ohg…” McCree’s smarmy drawl ends in a gargle as Ashe grabs her ass and spreads it open to show him the clench of her asshole, and the glint of her gash.

“Stop mouthing off and get to work,” she barks over her shoulder. Bob, still holding him by the hair, forces him face first into Ashe’s crack and holds him down until a lack of air has him gasp in the scent of her pussy. “Oh, and… try not to come before me like a fucking little boy.”

.o.

McCree’s beard is more and more like sandpaper against her clit the longer he frantically stuffs his tongue into her pussy. He’s got his big gorilla hands on her ass, holding her spread and digging his fingers in until it feels like there’ll be McCree-shaped bruises left behind. She can’t deny how good he is at what he’s doing, though… She’s not need to watch what is going on behind her – each heavy thrust of Bob’s into McCree’s warm human body pushes his face back into her crack, and his mouth into her cunt. McCree must have gotten complacent in the years Ashe hadn’t been around to make him fuck around with Bob – at least he is making a ruckus as if he’d forgotten all about the massive girth of the Omnic’s dick.

McCree’s tongue is good… but it’s not like she’s here to further boost his overinflated ego.

“You want me to fall asleep, McCree? Why don’t you try for once in your goddamn life? Or maybe you finally decided that being a whore for cock is something you can actually do? Don’t need to do much other than spread your legs and take it, huh?”

She can feel McCree growl against the puffy lips of her pussy. He pulls back some as if trying to say something, but gets jostled by yet another deep thrust by Bob, toppling back against Ashe’s cunt.

“You know… I’ve once met a girl… beautiful and so dainty. A real little lady. From a fine house and good upbringing…” She angles her ass back and finally glances over her shoulder, staring at the top of McCree’s greasy head bobbing as he laps at her from clit to hole. “She was a lot better at giving head than you are. A little innocent virgin is better at licking my fucking cunt than you.” She angles her ass back, bobbing her hips and smearing her pussy all over McCree’s face until he manages to pull back with a little gasp.

Oh, but it looks good… McCree on his hands and knees, Bob ranging over him like a monolith, ramming the massive pole of his cock into McCree’s intestines and forming them into a sleeve made just for him.

Jesse looks dazed. There’s nothing of the cocky grin from earlier to be seen anymore. His face is wet with her juices and flushed from a lack of air.

Bob’s eyes flash a bright green. He reaches out with one huge hand and grabs Jesse’s hair again, stuffing him back face first into his Mistress’ peach and rutting Ashe forward in the process. She has to brace herself to not topple over, thighs trembling. McCree’s tongue feels as if it has a mind of its own; he whines like a pathetic loser but is licking at her with greedy abandon, dragging the slippery muscle through her gash and hitting her clit just so to make it interesting and maddening.

Around them, their audience is starting to shift a little; there’s a restless energy about them that has Ashe feel electrified. She lowers her head, staring down her body. She can see McCree’s scruffy beard moving between her thighs. Whenever Bob pushes into him, it is followed by a little sigh from the bastard, his fingers visibly digging into the soil he’s kneeling on.

“You’re not even trying,” she taunts him. There’s a shiver in her voice that she tries to keep out as she arches her back down to push her clit against his lips. “I think you’re just content to get fucked by Bob and not do a damn thing yourself, huh? You think you’ll be rewarded for being a lazy slut, McCree? You think life keeps on catering to your every whim, you useless, lazy pig?”

She reaches back and grabs his hair herself, fingers digging in mean and ripping on the oily strands just to make sure that it hurts when she holds him still so she can grind back onto his slippery, warm tongue.

“No… no, I don’t think so. You won’t get to come before I haven’t had my fill, McCree. Be a good boy for once in your godforsaken life and do something productive… Bob!” Her voice is sharp as she hisses over her shoulder. She can’t keep the breathlessness out of her voice any longer; not with McCree closing his lips around the little pearl of her clit to suckle on her.

“Stop what you’re doing! Don’t you fucking dare give this bastard what he wants!”

Bob, ever the obedient butler, comes to a standstill. His little hat has slipped to the side from him fucking the human, and a drop of oily sweat can be seen now glistening on his forehead as he has to hold on to his own overload. His huge hands are on McCree’s sturdy hips, holding him tight so he wouldn’t start to desperately fuck himself on the massive cock that has shaped his insides.

The idiot whines, but Ashe’s mean grip keeps him at bay, stuffed right where she needs him. His efforts become more desperate rather quickly. Bob is buried deep inside him, an unmoving, impossible stretch that is no longer fanning the flames of his pitiful little orgasm. Instead he has to put in the work into getting Ashe to come.

The air surrounding them has become thick and hot. It feels difficult to breathe. McCree’s tongue lashing against her gash can be heard in the quiet; his desperate effort causes him to exude little grunts that vibrate against her skin and inexplicably has tears springing to her eyes just from the feeling of it.

His voice has always been his best feature by far… Feeling it’s timbre trembling against her swollen clit is an otherworldly experience. She wants to keep on taunting him, but the words are stuck in her throat. Their audience moves a little closer, the circle tightening around them, their eyes burning into her skin as they watch how she torments McCree and forces him to push her higher and higher while he himself is starving hanging from Bob’s cock like the pathetic little slut that he is.

When she comes, she can’t help the catty, chest deep cry, her fingers clenching so hard into McCree’s hair she is sure she’ll have a good few strands ripped out in the process. The heat washes through her body in waves, muscles spasming and abdomen clenching hard.

McCree tries to pull back when she begins to squirt, but she holds him steady, not letting him go anywhere. He is stuck between a rock and a hard place, nowhere to turn, nowhere to run as she marks him like a dog, spraying her cum on his face until she is too spent to coordinate anything anymore. She lets go of him finally, toppling forward, naked ass in the air and pussy still twitching from her orgasm.

McCree looks pitiful and dazed. She waves her hand at Bob.

“Do what you want with this idiot…”

He nods, pulling him up and away to have his own grand finale in peace, McCree held in front of his belly and speared on his dick like a trophy.

Nice.

Someone out of the ring around her starts to move to get their own spoil of war now...