Patreon Compilation – Fic#130 – Orisa/Reinhardt – pegging; enthusiastic – Winner Takes It All 2 (Patreon)

Orisa/Reinhardt – Orisa decides it is her turn to choose a treat out of the losing team! It's a bit weird but... Orisa is her own woman and if she wants to fuck she can fuck!

This is the second 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 (Patreon link)

Part 2 (this part)

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Ashe’s performance has set the mood for the crowd still waiting for their turn. Orisa practically dances forward, eager like a foal as she peers at the trussed up spoils of war sitting on the sandy ground outside Hanamura Castle, waiting to see what their destiny might hold.

“I have a new installment,” she announces, accented voice gentle and excited in equal measures. “I would really like to try it out.”

There is only one face truly intrigued by the news: Reinhardt. He already scoots forward, looking like he is about to volunteer himself for the opportunity when Orisa turns to him anyway, her eyes quickly moving from a happy blue position to something more pink tinted and flirty.

“Oh, yes, yes! I was thinking of you, actually! Please- this way.” She reaches out and grasps him by his bound wrists, easily pulling the hulking form of Reinhardt to his feet.

“It would be an honor!” He sounds just as excited as her, his cheeks already flushing pink. Someone in the crowd of winners grumbles – they probably wanted to have a go at Reinhardt themselves. He is a favorite go-to option; big dick and empty head. Good for an extreme filling if one wanted to get fawned over the whole time.

Orisa gently tugs him toward the same boulder where McCree had been played with earlier. It is a good height for these things.

Reinhardt, already out of his body armor and dressed down in an undershirt and sweatpants, shoves an impressive bulge ahead of him already. He looks completely unapologetic about it swinging between his thighs, more interested in peering at Orisa’s horse-like body to try and glimpse what he assumes will be a pussy.

When they get to their destination, though, and a mechanic whirring sound occurs, there is no panel at her backside sliding aside to show off a juicy pair of labia protecting a nice squishy hole for him to fuck.

He hums in confusion, big hand petting over Orisa’s rump as soon as she has loosened his shackles.

“What is…”

“Here, Mister Reinhardt,” she says friendly and lifts her hind leg away to let him see the large horse cock now swinging beneath her belly. The way the light refracts from it just so makes it look distinctly mechanical despite its otherwise completely realistic look.

As he stares, it flexes a little, bouncing beneath Orisa’s stomach while she claps her hands together and tilts her head at him.

“I am very excited for the opportunity! You should be perfect for a trial run, if you so wish!”

Reinhardt’s face had gone somewhat slack at the realization that he hadn’t been chosen to fuck, but instead to get fucked. He stares at the mechanical cock for a few seconds longer before he jolts bodily, a huge smile spreading over his face.

“Wunderbar! These are great news! Yes, please!”

.o.

Reinhardt is an old hand at all of this, but bent over the boulder, he damn near vibrates with excitement. He keeps turning his head to peer behind him, realizes he is doing it on his bad side, and twists the other way, back bent in an enticing curve. His fat cock is swinging between his thighs and keeps drooling against the side of the boulder as he waits for Orisa’s programs to finish their work and lube her mechanical horse cock up sufficiently. All the while, she tells him – and their audience – about its features.

It can heat up or cool down, inflate, deflate, vibrate, change textures…

“L-lady Orisa, please- I am… I am ready.” Reinhardt’s usually booming voice has devolved into a raspy croak as he interrupts Orisa’s enthusiastic lecture. He has been busy trying to prepare himself, though it is obvious he hasn’t done so in quite a while. His face is an exhausted red beneath his white beard, cock still flexing desperately as it hangs there, drooling slick in one continuous, glistening strand to the ground.

Orisa blinks profusely, then looks down at him.

“Oh! Yes, of course. Apologies,” she says in that same sweet tone she always has; as if she isn’t carefully positioning herself behind the crusader and then mounts up like a steed, her front legs carefully grasping around his hips until she can position herself to put them on the boulder instead.

Reinhardt takes her weight like a champ. He grunts softly, sweat starting to glisten on his forehead, his whole body wound tight in expectation of the horse cock.

He’s a big boy; but he doesn’t get fucked nearly often enough to just take her without a second thought. His eyes close and his mouth opens, fingers scrabbling against the rough surface of the stone as the pressure first mounts quick and unapologetic before the flared tip just slips inside him and fills his entrance almost like a fist.

“Oh Gott…” It’s the only thing wheezing out of him that makes any sense. He is trembling; his legs look like they want to give out on him before he steels himself and makes his ass push up into the fucking.

Orisa looks like she is having the time of her life. Her eyes are constantly in a form of happiness, hands curled at her chest as she fucks him in dainty little thrusts.

“Oh, Mister Reinhardt! This is most pleasing. So much fun!”

Orisa looks down after an especially loud grunt. She reaches for his hair, gently grasping the old lion’s mane and pulling his head around so she can peer at his flushed face and lax expression.

“Oh, I can see you enjoy it as well! Should I be a bit harder? Maybe I should change the surface structure of the penis-”

“N-No!” Reinhardt gurgles, his fingers trembling where he has pressed them against the stone. He tries to gather his scattered thoughts while Orisa slows down, blinking in surprise at his outbreak.

“It is… it is perfectly fine as it is,” he manages to croak while his belly is on fire. He can’t quite remember the last time he had been filled this substantially. It had to be years in the past when he had still wandered the land as a lone crusader… visiting one of the bars to get his cunt spread on a meaty fist just so the tremble would leave his hands. “This is perfectly fine. You are… you are doing great!”

She turns her head, blinking profusely, then seems to beam without having a mouth to do so, and replies: “Well! I am glad to hear that – I will endeavor to continue, in that case!”

… and she does. Reinhardt chokes on his tongue for a second as she suddenly keeps moving. The sleek length of her mechanical horse cock slides a little deeper still. He has the weirdest sensation as he can feel it pressing up into a bend of his intestines and then straightening it out just to make room for the massive insertion. Tears well up in his eyes; not because it is painful, but because the sensation is so profoundly overwhelming that he doesn’t know what to do with himself.

He is reasonably sure that his cock is still hard, but he wouldn’t be able to find it right now with a map and both hands. His brain is all over the place, lighting up in regions that hadn’t been stimulated in decades – if they ever had been. He’s never fucked a horse – of course – and the sheer length of the cock fucking in playful little thrusts into his guts is mind boggling.

Orisa’s belly is smooth and warm at his back. Her form is shaped so ergonomically pleasing that he can’t help but think that he is happy that she is the first horse that fucks him. It’s an insane thought… but there it is.

The others are a wall in the background. They might be silent… or they might be talking. His ears are filled with the sound of his own blood rushing through his veins and his open mouthed, tongue-lolling breathing as he tries to wrap his head around the sensation of Orisa’s cock filling him so completely… so absolutely…

“Oh! You are coming! How very exciting!”

He is? Is he coming? Oh… Oh, he is… his insides are squeezing around her desperately. Reinhardt feels oversensitive and swollen; a virgin all over as he hangs off of Orisa’s cock and listens to her giving a play-by-play for the group watching him getting deflowered on horse cock.

She doesn’t pull out either; just stays deep inside him, cock lodged what feels like right up against the entrance of his stomach. He is hanging over the boulder, sweating and drooling, and very aware of all the eyes on them.

Eventually he manages to get his arm to comply enough to lift it and give the others a thumbs-up.