Overwatch Harem Chapter 12 - Hacking

“You know, for a world-class hacker, you’re incredibly obedient with your mouth.”

Sombra’s only response was a low, guttural hum of acknowledgement. Her world had narrowed to this single point of focus: the heat, the weight, and the taste of this big fat cock.

It was supposed to be a simple blackmail operation. William was just some lucky guy who’d somehow charmed his way into the beds of Hana Song, Mei, and even the impeccable Widowmaker. Sombra had the data, the incriminating photos, the private messages. She’d lured him to this derelict schoolhouse. It was business as always, albeit with a degree of anticipation. She saw the videos, she saw how much pleasure the ladies experienced, and the sheer length of his cock. Okay, so she masturbated and fingered herself. Nothing new. She did that here and there when the sex tapes were of quality. 

She’d laid out her terms. Sombra thought she could extract something from him—and she did, but not what she expected.

Now, on her knees amidst the dust and decay, she was extracting him of his sperm. The purple strands of her hair brushed against his thighs as she worked. The cybernetic enhancements in her spine and brain pushed stamina and control a normal woman couldn’t muster. She took him deep, her throat relaxing, her eyes watering slightly as she fought her own reflexive gag. It wasn’t a struggle. It was a conquest.

A large, warm hand came to rest on the back of her head, not forcing, but guiding. William’s thumb stroked her in a shockingly intimate gesture that made her shiver.

“It occurs to me,” William continued in the silent classroom, “that other than this, nggh, blackmail stuff, we—haah—don’t really know each other.”

All that cock, all that pussy destroying, and…he was what? What was he saying?

Sombra pulled back, gasping for air, a thin string of saliva connecting her glossed lips to his throbbing tip. She looked up at him, her normally cunning eyes glazed with a need that shocked her. “What are you suggesting?” she breathed.

“A date.”

Sombra blinked. Sombra then actually laughed. “A date? Are you joking?” Her eyes flicked to his cock. “This isn’t one?”

“No. I want a proper one. Dinner. Conversation. The whole charade.” His fingers tangled gently in her hair. “I want to know the woman behind the firewall.”

Sombra cackled. “That’s a shitty pun and you know it.”

“But you laughed, that counts.”

Sombra’s mind was usually a whirlwind of calculations and contingencies. Yet with this cock in front of her, she was blissfully, terrifyingly empty. All that fueled her nerves was the aching need to please this throbbing white cock and to feel his cum down her throat. To…to get his approval. She didn’t understand herself. He was right. He was. But Sombra was emotionally withdrawn. And, err, shy. She hated saying it, but yes, when it came to friendships or romance, she was shy. She was a living computer that could read novels in minutes. She could experience the romance and heart-break of the world’s social media. She knew it all and it made her…weird. 

This man, with his staggering confidence and even more staggering cock had bypassed every one of her defenses. The ultimate hack.

“So? You in?”

“Mm…”

She hid her blush and embarrassment by running her tongue along his sensitive cockhead from bottom to top, eliciting a sharp hiss from him. 

“Come on, Sombra. It’ll be fun. You can’t suck my dick all day.”

Her eyes flicked up, asking, “Is that a challenge?” However, that was the stupid side of her. The shy side. In reality, he was right.

“Okay…” Her tongue did one last circle around his cumhole and returned. “Okay, fine. I…I know a place in Akihabara.”

“Like arcades? I did strike you as a gamer type.”

“Pfft, I’m more into the gadgets than video games.”

“Look at that, something new about you.”

William’s eyes. William’s cock. William’s good-looks. Looking up at him, the idea suddenly became intoxicating. Taking this powerful, dominant man and showing him off. Being seen with him.

“Akihabara it is,” he said, the hand on her head applying the slightest bit of pressure.

That was all the permission she needed. A fresh wave of dizzying submission washed over her and Sombra dove back down, her hands gripping his hips for leverage. Every inch was gobbled down. The Latina’s throat was a slick, hot vice, and she used every trick she knew, every ounce of her focus, to tighten up. This was something she had discovered about herself. She did still have a gag reflex and yet could also control the tightness in her throat. 

William was close. So close.

This man…this cock in her throat…they were her new favorite addiction.

With a grunt that was nothing like his earlier controlled tone, his balls tensed up. His grip on her hair tightened, holding her right where he wanted her, and he came.

Sombra’s dark eyes, wide and submissive, flickered up to meet his just as the first hot, pearlescent wad of cum went down her throat. One begetted another, then another, until the cumshots became bigger and bolder. She just couldn’t do it though. “Mmmph—!”

Pop!

Suddenly, he was blasting his load all over her face. Sombra knew from her time on the internet not to let herself look pathetic. She held his gaze, not flinching, as the rest followed, marking her face, catching in her eyelashes and her hair. The smell of him, musky and potent, filled the air. Long ropes that completely covered her face. 

When it was over, he released his hold, his chest heaving. Sombra remained on her knees, catching her breath, feeling the warm, sticky evidence of her failure—or was it her victory?—trickle down her face. 

A slow, wicked smile spread across her lips. “Mm…!” Then her tongue went out and lapped what it could. It was good. He was good. 

William looked down at her. He gently wiped a thumb through the mess on her cheek.

“So,” he said, his voice returning to that deceptively soft tone. “Akihabara.”

***

Sombra possessed some of the most advanced tech on the planet. Implants in her brain and spine in order to turn her into a living supercomputer. Much of her memory banks for her skills in hacking. The other was for ordinary activities.

But if push came to shove, by discarding some parts of her hacking ability, she could learn to do anything. Even dress-up.

William’s thoughts were centered around her looped arm and her ass. He wished he could just check her out. Alas, he had to walk forward into the neon streets of Akihabara like a normal guy.

“So, Sombra…”

“Mhmh?”

“Is that your real name or…?”

“Does it matter?” She winked. “I have a nice ass, don’t I?”

Sombra was a spectacle and she knew it. Her outfit was a deliberate slut weapon: thigh-high boots with punishing heels that click-clacked on the tile, their glossy black vinyl reflecting the swirl of colored lights. The corset-like top, a mix of black leather and that signature translucent purple hex-patterned mesh, left little to the imagination, cinching her waist and pushing her breasts up into a delectable swell. Her shorts were so short they were practically a wide belt, the frayed edges brushing against the tops of her thighs.

They looked like any other intense, flashy couple. He, the clean-cut white foreigner in dark jeans and a casually unbuttoned oxford. She, the edgy, alt-fashion Latina hacker clinging to his arm.

"Ooh, cariño, win me that giant cat," Sombra said, leaning into him and pointing at a claw machine filled with plushies. Her nails, long and sharp and painted a vicious purple, dug playfully into his bicep. “Come on, pleeease~!”

“You’re into plushies?”

“Duuuuh. Which girl isn’t?” Sombra winked. “You need to know more about women, you know~”

Hrm. The sing-song retort didn’t seem to please William. They were outside. The arcades and claw machines were outside, aligned with whatever store they belonged to. It was pretty busy. 

“Fine.” William went over and fed a 100-yen coin into the machine. "Which one?"

"The ugly one with the stupid face," Sombra giggled, the sound metallic and false.

So the claw machine game began. As he turned the joystick forward, his focus apparently entirely on the mechanical claw, his other hand hovered back. It wasn't a caress. It was a quick, stinging smack on the vinyl-covered curve of her ass. The sound was a sharp thwack swallowed by the arcade's din.

Sombra jolted, a gasp catching in her throat. "¡Cabrón! What the hell?"

William didn't even look away from the game. "Turn on your little light-bending toy."

Her blood ran cold, the playful act evaporating. "H-how do you even—”

“Widowmaker told me.”

“Ugh, that bitch.” Sombra huffed and crossed her arms. Her shy side was bubbling from the ass slap. “Also, it's a Light-Refractor. And it's experimental. The power flux is unpredictable if it’s used on multiple people. If it was just me, it’d be okay, but me AND you? I could short-circuit every game in this place. Or give us both third-degree burns. Or–"

Another slap. Harder this time. A deliberate, claiming pressure that made her gasp louder.

"William, I'm serious," Sombra insisted, her voice losing its performative edge, becoming raw and real. "The dampening field could fail. We could just... flicker into view right in the middle of–"

He finally turned his head. His eyes were dark and utterly serious. The claw above them dropped, missed the plushie entirely, and retracted empty. He didn't care. He unbuckled his belt with a sharp, metallic click-clack of the clasp.

Oh my god, right here, in the middle of the street with people watching, he was about to whip out his monster cock…! 

"¡Está bien! ¡Está bien! Fine!" Sombra spat, her hands flying to the device on her wrist. Her fingers trembled as she input the activation sequence. 

‘He's insane. This is going to get us arrested o-or electrocuted.’

A low hum vibrated through the air, felt more than heard. The world around them shimmered, the vibrant neon lights fracturing into a billion prismatic shards before dissolving into a strange, liquid distortion. The deafening noise of the arcade became muffled, distant, as if they were suddenly submerged in water. They were encased in a bubble of wavering, invisible energy, hidden in plain sight.

William’s belt was unbuckled and unzipped his pants. Sombra caught a glimpse of his flaccid cock, caged in his jeans. He didn’t quite let it out yet. His hands grabbed her hips, spinning her to face the glowing console of the arcade game beside them. He pressed her forward, bending her over the machine. The cool screen pressed against her stomach through the thin material of her top.

"L-look,” Sombra whispered, her voice tight with a mix of panic and something else, something hotter. "The field is stable, but it's drawing too much power. My systems are– mmph!"

His hand slid from her hip and dipped between her legs. Even through the fabric of her shorts, the pressure to her cunt was insistent. He rubbed a slow, firm circle that made her knees weaken.

"I don't care about the power drain, Sombra," William said into her ear, his own breath starting to quicken. His other hand worked frantically at his jeans. "I only care about this."

The shhh-click of his zipper was obscenely loud in their private, invisible world. He pushed his jeans and boxers down just past his hips. And there it was.

Even soft, it was immense. A heavy, thick length of flesh that hung between his legs, already beginning to swell with his arousal. It was a monster, easily the length of her forearm, and the sight of it, pale and formidable against the dark denim of his jeans, made her mouth go dry.

"Now," William commanded, his voice leaving no room for argument. His hand was still working between her legs, building a treacherous, wet heat that began to soak through her shorts. "These cute little shorts. Move them. Now."

Her pussy clenched. This was it. The point of no return. The experimental tech hummed precariously around them. Just outside their bubble, a group of teenagers laughed, oblivious, mere inches away. She could still back out. She could deactivate the field, cause a distraction, and run.

“I-I thought this was supposed to be a date.”

“You know why I’m doing this.”

So he knew. He knew she was shy. He knew she was being performative about her attitude. 

“F-fucking hell…” Her fingers, shaky and eager, hooked into the waistband of her tiny shorts. The sound of the stretchy material sliding down her thighs was soft in the eerie quiet of the refraction field. She exposed herself to him, to the cool, electrified air, bending further over the game console in lewd invitation.

The huge, semi-erect head of his cock pressed against her, a blunt, insistent pressure. It was already so much. It was just the beginning. A shiver of pure, unadulterated anticipation wracked her entire pussy. 

She was remembering. She was remembering how fucking loud she could get. She was feeling his cock return to full mast. To the cock that dominated and broke her attitude. 

"Dios mío..." she breathed out, the words a shaky exhalation.

The blunt pressure at her entrance was a promise. A threat. The beginning of everything. She felt it swell, the skin tightening, the sheer mass of it growing impossibly harder and thicker, a living steel rod heating against her wetness. It was a fucking force of nature.

“T-thirteen fucking inches…hah, what do you feed this thing?”

Thwack!

His palm connected with her ass again, a stinging brand through the thin fabric of her shorts that were now pooled around her knees. Her tanned ass and her dripping pussy. His hanging balls and his huge throbbing cock. It was the ultimate act of sex, and they were doing it here. In public. Outside.

The raucous clamor of the arcade—the bleeps, the bloops, the tinny game music, the shouts of teenagers—were utterly replaced by the heavy, intimate silence of the refraction field. They were ghosts. Spectators to their own sin.

He didn't wait. He didn't tease. With one hand splayed on the small of her back, holding her down, he plunged into the latina’s cunt. The broad, rock-hard crown of his cock pressed, then pushed, then stretched her open.

"W-Williiiam~!!!" she cried out, her voice echoing strangely in the muted bubble.

It was an invasion. A claiming. He didn't stop, didn't pause to let her adjust. He just fed his monstrous cock into her, inch by devastating inch. Her knees did buckle, her legs trembling as the sensation of being so completely, so deeply filled overwhelmed her nervous system. Her inner walls clenched around him, a tight, wet fist trying to accommodate his impossible girth. It was a stretch that bordered on pain, a fucking exquisite agony that made her see stars behind her eyelids. She shook, her fingers scrambling for purchase on the smooth, garishly lit console of the racing game she was bent over.

"Dios... so big... you're... filling me..." she panted, each word a struggle.

He leaned over her, his strong chest pressing against her back, his mouth close to her ear. His other hand tangled in the dark strands of her hair, fisting it tightly near the scalp. He didn't yank, not yet. He just held, a dominant anchor.

"Look at me," he demanded.

He pulled her head back, forcing her spine into a deeper arch. Her eyes, wide and dark with pleasure, fluttered open to meet his. The cool, calculating hacker was gone. In her place was a wanton thing, undone by his cock.

"I want to see the real you," he hissed, and then he began to move. 

He pulled back, the drag of his cock a sweet, torturous friction that made her gasp. Then he slammed back in, a hard, deep stroke that punched the air from her lungs. 

"F-fuck!" she choked out. “S-sistema comprometido~!!”

System compromise. Her pussy was compromised. 

Again. And again. He set a brutal, punishing rhythm, his hips pistoning against her ass, the sound of skin slapping against skin a wet, obscene slap-slap-slap that was the only percussion in their private world. Each thrust rearranged her insides, hammering against her deepest spots. Her moans became a continuous, broken stream.

"Willliiiam~! Y-you can’t! You cannnn’t! Not herrreee—!”

“Why not!?”

“B-becauuuse!! Becaauuuuse!”

He grunted, a primal sound of approval. “Quit holding back. You love this, don't you? Love being my secret little slut in the middle of a crowd. Bent over and taking this dick."

“I-I…! Hnnggghh~!!!”

“Let’s do a game of twenty-one questions,” he said, “are you cumming?”

“Y-yes! YES! SIIII!!!”

CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! 

“Another question, where are you from?” 

“D-Dorado, Mexico! MEHICOOO~!!”

“Never heard of Dorado! What’s your name? Your real name!?”

Sombra had never said it out loud. She shouldn’t have said it out loud because it meant compromising everything in her life. But then she orgasmed. But then she was brought to heaven.

“Olivia Colomar! MY REAL NAME IS OLIVIA COLOMAAARRR~!!!”

“See? That wasn’t so hard, was it? You can be my slut AND my date! Doesn’t have to be one over the other!”

"Fine! Yes! Sí!" she begged, her composure shattered. "I'm your slut! Tu puta! Fuck me! Más duro!"

His grip on her hair tightened, a sharp, delicious pain that grounded her in the maelstrom of sensation. He was everywhere. In her, around her, the scent of his cologne and their sex intoxicating. Her world narrowed to the feel of his huge cock stretching her pussy, the sting of his grasp, the filthy, whispered words in her ear.

“So, how old is this virgin pussy?”

“T-thirty two! I’m thirty-two!!!”

Shaved side of head, purple highlights, blue cables overlaying her scalp, and a beauty mark under her left eye. Sombra looked her age, somewhere in her thirties, but the tone of voice made her seem younger somehow. Ah, her tight pussy too. It was definitely a virgin’s pussy.

"I'm gonna fuck you until you can't remember your own name," he promised, his thrusts becoming even more animalistic. "Until all you know is my cock in this desperate, dripping cunt."

Her pussy was coiling tighter, a spring wound to its breaking point. The pleasure was a white-hot brand searing through her veins. The public risk, the hum of the unstable tech, his absolute domination—it was all fuel on the fire. She was so close. So fucking close.

And then it happened.

The light-refractor on her wrist let out a sharp, protesting BZZZT! The shimmering field around them flickered.

For a single, heart-stopping blink of an eye, the outside world and the arcade came roaring back. The noise was a deafening wall of sound. The bright, flashing lights were blinding. And the two of them were visible to everyone. 

A group of three college-aged kids, sipping drinks and laughing and leaning on the wall behind them, were coincidentally staring directly at them. Their laughter died in their throats. Their eyes widened in unified, comical shock. A tableau of perfect confusion: a stunning Latina with her tiny shorts on her foot, bent over a Daytona USA cabinet, being relentlessly pounded from behind by a tall, muscular white man. His dark jeans were shoved down just enough, his shirt taut over his powerful back, his hand fisted in her hair.

One of the kids blinked. Another rubbed his eyes.

Sombra glanced over her shoulders. She made eye contact—only for her eyes to roll back and her tongue to roll out.

“CU—”

The field snapped back into place with a definitive hum. The arcade vanished. Silence descended once more.

CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! 

“Oh, did it deactivate for a moment? That was fun.”

William hadn't even paused. His rhythm never broke. The last thing Sombra saw before the world disappeared was the stunned faces, and the feel of William's cock buried to the hilt inside her sent a violent, illicit thrill straight to her core.

“CUMMIIINGCUMMMINGCUMMMIIIIINIG—!” 

System reboot. That was what it felt like for Sombra. The realization that they saw, the understanding that this dick had permanently changed her, it felt like a new chapter in her life.

William only chuckled to everything. "They saw a ghost. A very naughty ghost." He punctuated the sentence with a particularly deep, grinding thrust that made her cry out. "Now stop worrying and keep cumming on my cock and answering my questions, Sombra. I want to feel you fucking gush around me."

The command was a gut punch, a raw demand that left no room for negotiation. It coiled through the lingering terror of being seen and twisted it into pure, filthy desire. Her body, already teetering on the precipice, obeyed him before her mind could form a protest. Her inner muscles clenched around his thick, invading length in a series of frantic, involuntary spasms. 

‘Oh fuck, oh FUCK, I’M CUMMING, I’M CUMMING FOR THIS COCKKK IN PUBLIIICCC!!!’ she thought, her mind dissolving into a white-hot static of pleasure.

“Ever had a boyfriend before!?”

“NEEVVVVEERR~!!”

“Where are your parents!?”

“ORPHAN! MY PUSSY!! ORPHAAANNN~!!”

The living supercomputer was starting to make less and less sense. That hot-white static wasn’t leaving her. It kept blinking in and out of her vision and made her cunt feel melted. And every time it did, she tightened up. 

He groaned. “That’s it, you filthy fucking hacker. Squeeze my cock. Milk it. Take every fucking drop.”

She could feel the base of his cock swell inside her, a telltale sign of his own impending release. He buried himself to the hilt, his hips flush against her ass, and held there. The first hot jet of his cum hit her deepest parts, a scalding flood that seemed to have no end. Splurt, splurt, spuuuurt! 

Another, and another, a pulsing, rhythmic eruption that filled her, a thick, gooey claim painting her insides. Sombra felt the warmth spread through her core. She shivered with delirious pleasure. 

“Ohfuckfuckfuck, ohfuckohfuck…!” Sombra could only mutter, drooling all over the arcade game. The joystick to the buttons, everything was getting lathered in her saliva. She had this stupid grin too. 

Throughout it all, Sombra felt…happy.

Because for once, someone genuinely asked about her. Someone genuinely wanted to know her. Someone DID know about her now. Her real name and the fact that she was an orphan, she had never told anyone this before.

“Olivia, huh? That’s a nice name.”

Her heart fluttered. Her grin widened. 

The wet, sticky squelch as he finally, slowly, pulled his softening cock out of her well-used pussy was the nastiest, most perfect sound she had ever heard.

Feeling his seed already beginning to trickle out of her, she breathed. William didn’t give her a moment to recover. A firm hand on her shoulder spun her around. Her back now against the cool glass of the game cabinet, she looked up at him. “M-mmm….”

The white man’s was a mask of dark, satisfied hunger. And there it was, his monstrous cock, still huge even as it softened, glistening under the artificial neon lights above them. It was slick with her own arousal, pearly strands of his cum mixing with her juices, a lewd cocktail dripping down his shaft.

“We don’t have too long,” William said. “So clean it as fast as you can.”

Her smirk was instinctual, a defense mechanism that quickly melted into genuine, deviant craving. Without a word of protest, she dropped to her knees on the grimy pavement. The muffled sounds of games and laughter just feet away were a distant buzz. Her world had shrunk to the musky, sexual scent of him and the magnificent sight of his spent cock. 

She didn’t just take him in her mouth. She worshipped him. She started by running her tongue flat up the underside of his shaft, collecting the bittersweet mixture of their shared fluids. “Mmmnpfh.” The taste was intensely personal, deeply intimate, and it made her creeampied womb ache all over again. She licked around the broad head, her tongue swirling over the sensitive slit, chasing the last remnants of his cum. 

“Nnnn…”

After that, she took him deep, her throat relaxing to accept him, the head bumping the back of her throat. Her eyes watered, but she held him there, humming around his flesh. The vibration made him twitch. She sucked hard, pulling every last bit of their combined taste from his skin, her actions messy, desperate, and utterly devoted. She was his fucking cocksucker, and in that moment, there was nothing else she wanted to be.

When she finally pulled back, the white cock was clean, shining with her saliva. Sombra looked up at him, her lips swollen, her chin damp. William looked down at her, a slow, approving smile spreading across his face. He tucked his incredible cock back into his dark jeans and buckled his belt with a definitive click.

A beat later and the shaking Sombra rose to her full five-foot-foot height. She grinned, needing to stand up with the aid of the arcade behind her. “F-fucking hell, your dick is just…”

Sombra just laughed and pulled her shorts back up. The world rushed back in as she tapped a command on his wrist. The Light-Refractor field died with a fading hiss. The cacophony of the arcade was suddenly deafening, a wave of light and sound that made William blink. 

Sombra tried to push herself up but the first few steps failed and she ended up falling into William’s arms. “S-sorry…”

“You can lean on me,” he said, smiling down on her. It might have been romantic, if it wasn’t for the fact that he was responsible for this; as if he hadn’t just emptied his entire load inside her and then made her swallow the evidence.

She could feel a trickle of his cum escaping her pussy, a warm, sticky reminder against her inner thigh beneath her ridiculously short, skin-tight shorts. She adjusted the strap of her mesh top, trying to seem nonchalant.

William casually slipped an arm around her waist, his hand coming to rest possessively on her hip, his thumb stroking the curve of her ass. “I’m thirsty,” he stated, perfectly calm and conversational. “Let’s go find a coffee shop. I think we have some things to talk about.”

Sombra leaned into his side, a genuine, amused smirk playing on her lips. “We do, Mr. Big White Cock that went to the military. What’s that all about?”

“Hm? I thought you knew all about me?”

“You’re a small fry, so I only did the basics. Plus…” Sombra smiled to herself. “I think I’m getting sick of hacking all the time.”

The thrill of the risk, the sheer dominance of the man, the filthy, nasty things he made her do and want… it was more intoxicating than any hack she’d ever pulled. She could still taste him on her tongue.

“You drink coffee or tea?” Sombra asked.

“More of a coffee guy.”

She smirked. “Excellent.”

***

“You were Special Ops AND CIA?”

“The CIA was just temporary,” William replied. “So there’s no record of that. Especially because of the Omnics. They didn’t want digital storage. The CIA went back to the classics.”

“Like…James Bond shit?”

“Yep.”

“So your job was to dick down chicks and look cool doing it?”

“I…” William flushed a little. “I only did it a couple times.”

Sombra laughed, hand in her cheek. “Couple has a wide range of meaning, amigo. Couple can mean from two to seven.”

William didn’t seem to like to talk about his past. It was pretty cute. In the background, the espresso machine hissed. William found them a cafe. This wasn’t Sombra’s first rodeo in Tokyo or anything. But, it was like a second or third home. One of her bases was located here but it wasn’t her main base of operations. That was in Miami. 

“I don’t like to talk about my past either,” Sombra admitted. “But…it was nice to finally get it out into the world.”

“Thirty-two years old and no boyfriend, huh…”

The tip of her ears reddened. “S-shut up! That was…! I was just too busy! P-plus, I had to deal with this global conspiracy thing.”

“Uh-huh. Right.”

“Y-you…” Sombra crossed her legs, the slick vinyl of her knee-high boots squeaking softly. “I…am JUST saying, I could have gotten a boyfriend if I wanted to.”

“But, did you?” He then smirked. “Olivia?”

Oh, a tease, was he? Going from stoic to hot and sexy to dominant to teasing? What was he, her boyfriend? Well, if he was…

‘Time I pay him back…!’ 

The tiny café table did little to hide the fact that her shorts were more of a suggestion than an article of clothing, the mesh of her top straining over her chest with every breath. She watched him, this clean-cut corporate titan who had fucked her senseless in a crowded arcade just an hour ago, and felt a new, deliciously wicked idea bloom in her mind.

“You’re thinking too loud, cariño.” Sombra sipped on her coffee with a deliberate slowness. “The afterglow doesn’t suit a man like you. Makes you look almost… soft.”

William’s eyes, which had been scanning the neon-drenched street for no particular reason, snapped to hers. “Afterglow?”

“I’m saying that you had the right idea. I admit it.” She leaned forward, giving him an unobstructed view down her top. She was also speaking in Spanish. From his profile, she knew he could speak it. “We should do the whole invisible voyeurism thing again. A hotel sounds silly, does it not?”

“Does it? I prefer hotels.”

“So you’d rather do it later than now. What, don’t tell me your balls are already empty for the day?”

“I know you’re trying to provoke me…” William smiled. “But I’ll play into it. Trust me, you’ve only scratched the surface when it comes to my loads, Olivia.” 

She smiled, a sly, knowing thing. “Right, right. You didn’t seem to mind the audience. In fact, I think you loved it.” She let her foot slide from her boot under the table, the stocking-clad toes tracing a slow line up his calf. “The risk. The chance of getting caught. The look on their faces when they saw your huge fucking cock buried inside me.” Her voice dropped to a whisper. “That’s your thrill, papi. Not some sterile hotel room.”

His jaw tightened. She struck a nerve. She saw the flicker of agreement in his eyes, and it was all the permission she needed. She was done just following his commands. It was time to play her own game.

She stood up, the short shorts riding up even higher. “I need some air. This place is… stifling.” She didn’t wait for him, weaving through the cramped tables and out into the humid Tokyo night. He followed, of course. She knew he would.

They turned down a quieter side street, the relentless glare of the main thoroughfare giving way to the intimate glow of vending machines and lanterns. The buzz of the city was a distant hum here.

“May I ask what the game is,” William asked, wary but intrigued.

“No game,” Sombra lied, her fingers dancing over the device on her wrist. “Just enjoying the walk with my… date.” With a flick of a switch and a barely audible fizz-hum, she activated the Light-Refractor. But this time, there was no new command sequence. It was the simple button. It was what she always did. 

The world around her didn't change, but she watched as William’s eyes went wide. Cobra had vanished from his sight, from the world’s sight. She was a ghost.

His head swiveled. “Interesting…” 

“Can’t see me, hm?” A husky laugh, right next to his ear, made him jolt. “I’m glad it’s still working~”

She removed herself from him. A second later, Sombra pressed herself against his back, her invisible hands sliding around his waist, down the front of his dark jeans. She could feel the solid muscle of his abdomen tense under her touch. He stood rigid, a statue in the middle of the sidewalk, trying desperately to look normal for the few people passing by.

“What are you doing?” he asked, a forced, neutral expression plastered on his face. Her small breasts pressed his back. His cock twitched. 

“I’m giving you a new thrill,” she whispered, her voice a vibration against his neck. Her hands found his belt buckle and she almost undid. At the very last moment, her hands and her breasts were gone.

He sucked in a sharp breath. “Okay…”

“I only want a very handsome, very frustrated man trying not to lose his mind on the street,” Sombra cooed, returning to his ear again. Her hand massaged his cock through his pants, only to stop once more. He shuddered at the loss of contact. Then she pressed against her booty again, grinding. His cock kept twitching and writing his pants. If the bulge wasn’t obvious, it was now. 

“Y-you…!”

She pushed back and made him stumble. His back hit the wall and he received some glances. Sombra ground herself against him, a slow, circular motion of her hips.

“Ooh, caught you off-guard, did I?” Sombra’s giggle was a low and he could hardly hear it. She must have adjusted the settings. “How about I strip, hm?”

She got his hands and made them yank her shorts down. For a moment, he thought he could take back control, only to remember that now it was her bare pussy and ass that was assaulting hsi bulge.

“Mmmph!” 

The friction was incredible. The rough denim of his jeans rasped against her bare, invisible pussy. He could feel the dampness already gathering there. She could feel every inch of the bulge running down his thigh. She intentionally made her ass cheeks grind up and down the girthy meat. A perfect sandwich.

She could feel his cock begin to swell and harden between her cheeks. Her giggles echoed like a spectre’s. 

“Fuck,” he breathed out, the word laced with a strained agony. He was fighting it, fighting the sensation, trying to stand still as an invisible woman gave him an assjob on a public street. A couple walked past, chatting animatedly, completely oblivious to the debauchery happening two feet away. William stared straight ahead, cock throbbing in his pants, his knuckles white.

She increased her pace, her movements becoming more deliberate, more demanding. PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! There was no visual until she said, “Wanna see?” and adjusted the settings once more. Sombra was a semi-transparent ghost. Only he could see her. Only he could see her brown ass and her teasing smirk.

The sound of her invisible ass meeting his skin was a wet, lewd rhythm only they could hear. Her own slick cunt made the slide easier, messier. His jeans were getting wet from pre-cum and pussy juice alone.

“You feel that, William?” she murmured, her lips grazing his ear. “You have such a perfect cock and yet you can do anything unless you want to look crazy. You start trying to fuck me and I’ll make everyone see.”

“N-nggghh~!”

“I’m grinding my ass on you like a cheap slut and you can’t do a fucking thing about it. The great William, brought to the edge on a Tokyo sidewalk.”

William’s control was crumbling. His breath came in ragged gasps. A low groan escaped his lips, and he bit it back, his legs trembling with the effort of staying still. His dick was fully hard now and at this point, people were noticing. People were seeing this monster cock in his pants. 

“You’re gonna cum, aren’t you?” Sombra taunted, her rhythm becoming frantic, a brutal, euphoric pounding against him. It was like she would be twerking, giving the visual stimulation, and promptly switched to the physical stimulation by grinding. “You’re gonna blow your load right here in your pants like a teenager. Do it. Cum for me. Let it all go~!”

Fuck.

To think that was all it took. His entire body went stiff. A guttural, choked sound was torn from his throat as his hips gave one last, involuntary jerk forward. Spuuurt, spurt, spuuurt! She felt the hot, sudden pulse of his release against her lower back, a thick, wet splatter that soaked through the fabric of his jeans. It showed the immensity of his load. It also showed how sensitive he was.

He came. His hips bucked forward. And for everyone else watching, it was…

“F-fuck…!”

He just stood there, shuddering and cumming without a reason in the world—at least that was from the perspective of the others. His eyes were wide with a mixture of shock, humiliation, and the undeniable aftershocks of a powerful orgasm.

Some chicks were wowed by his huge, throbbing cock. It stretched his pants comically. The thirteen inch monster wasn’t some tiny pitched tent, it was thick and heavy and spilling enough cum to the point that it spilled onto the sidewalk.

Sombra did not de-cloak in front of him. She did in the nearest alleyway and pretended to walk out of the alleyway. She pretended to be surprised upon the premature ejaculation of this random white man and gasped. “Oh my~! What’s this? Are you okay, my dear!”

My dear.

William looked over and saw a latina of smug, disheveled perfection. A woman that knew what she did and was proud of it. The last sputters of his load occurred here, with his eyes drifting down to her hips and shorts. Spurt, spuuurt! 

William fucking hated his balls. The fact that they still had to spill ropes out because of her appearance sucked. He was a damn pervert in public, red-faced and hung like a horse and pathetic. Sombra looked down at the obvious, damp patch on his trousers, then back up at his horrified face with a giggle.

She reached out and patted his cheek, her smirk widening into a vicious, beautiful grin. “Aw, did you make a mess? Come on, let’s take you back to a hotel~”

‘Oh, we’re DEFINITELY going back to a hotel,’ William said through gritted teeth. He was hunched over, hands covering his leaky, twitchy crotch. 

***

The hotel room walls throbbed in time with the pounding of William’s hips, a frantic drumbeat against the synth-pop music still leaking from Sombra’s discarded headphones. She thought she could be all casual and cool and turn this into a date. Listen to music and be chummy with one another.

“As if!”

CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! 

His hands were vise grips on her slender waist, fingers digging into her brown bootycheeks. They jiggled and whimpered at his fucking. Sombra’s own fingers clawed at the rumpled silk of the hotel bedspread. She was stripped and getting fucked silly and she was smiling.

Each brutal thrust of his hips sent a seismic shock through her, the obscene, wet sound of their joining echoing in the luxurious space. He was not gentle. He was not kind. This was retribution.

“I’m so sorry, cariño! ¡Dios mío!” Sombra gasped, though the words were stretched into a moan by the force slamming into her. Her face was turned to the side, pressed against the cool sheets, and a wide, manic grin was plastered across her features, her brown eyes sparkling with utterly unrepentant glee. While hacking and using her cybernetics, they sometimes glow into a beautiful shade of violet.

William dicking her down made her eyes flicker between purple, pink, and brown. 

CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! 

“You think this is funny?” William growled against the shell of her ear. He leaned over her, not breaking his punishing rhythm for a second. He drove into her again, a deep, perfect strike that made her vision blur.

“Ay! ¡Para! Please, stop! It’s too much!” she cried out, her body convulsing around him in a way that felt anything but pleading. Her back arched, presenting her latina ass to him even more, a silent, taunting invitation for more. Her skin was slick with a fine sheen of sweat, glistening under the neon glow of the Tokyo skyline filtering through the window.

Now, he was paying her back. With interest.

“You made a spectacle of me,” he grunted, punctuating each word with a hard, deep plunge. “Now I’m making a mess of you.”

“Sí… sí… a mess… ¡hazme tu puta!” she babbled, the fake apologies melting into raw, filthy encouragement. Her inner muscles fluttered and clenched around his length, a velvet vise trying to draw him deeper, to steal his control. He could feel the tension coiling tight in her core, a spring about to snap.

He slid one hand around her hip, his thumb finding the swollen, sensitive nub of her clit. He pressed down in tight, merciless circles, matching the rhythm of his thrusts.

“I’M CUMMING, I’M CUMMIIING! THIS PREMATURE DICK IS MAKING ME CUUUMMMM!!!”

Her voice shattered from a taunting singsong into a ragged scream. Her whole body went rigid, her back bending into a perfect, taut bow. One after another, she climaxed. To the living supercomputer, a digital glitch of pure sensation that short-circuited every clever thought in her head. She clenched around him so tightly it was almost painful, milking his cock with violent, pulsating spasms.

William gritted his teeth, riding out her climax, the sensation almost enough to push him over the edge. Almost.

The jarring, classic ringtone of a civilian cell phone cut through the air. Sombra’s body was still trembling, her breath coming in ragged gasps, but her grin returned, wider than ever. “Ooh, you’re popular~!”

CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! 

“I know that’s Widowmaker! You can go and tell her how you came in your pants now!”

“Shut up,” he muttered, not slowing his pace even a fraction. He fumbled in his discarded jacket pocket, never pulling out of her wet, clutching heat, and answered the phone, putting it on speaker.

“Oui?” a cool, melodious voice flowed from the speaker. Widowmaker.

“I’m a little… busy,” William managed to get out, his voice tight with exertion. 

CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! 

A low, amused chuckle. “I can hear that. I take it the deal went better than expected?”

Sombra let out a theatrical, choked sob, muffled by the sheets. William increased his pace, a punishing, rapid-fire rhythm that stole the breath from her lungs and replaced it with sharp, gusting moans.

“Way better,” William grunted, his own control starting to fray, the base of his spine tingling with the imminent promise of his own release. “But I’m still working on it.”

“Bonne chance,” Widowmaker said, her laughter like shattered glass before the line went dead.

The second the call ended, William tossed the phone aside. The interruption had only heightened his focus, his need for a final, dominating act. He wrapped a hand in Sombra’s long, fuchsia hair, not pulling, just holding, a claim. He pistoned into her, once, twice, three more times, each stroke hitting depths that made her cry out, her post-orgasmic sensitivity sparking back into a fresh fire.

She knew it was coming. She knew it was cumming—!

“Cumming!”

Except he pulled out completely.

The sudden, empty coldness was a shock. Sombra whined in protest, pushing her hips back, seeking the fullness she’d just lost. “No, wait—!”

She barely had time to turn her head before the first thick, hot rope of his cum splashed across her back. The next four ropes of viscous white nut landed on the sleek cybernetics embedded in her spine, followed by another on her shoulder. With a deft hand, he spun her onto her back, his cock still pulsing in his grip. He stroked himself twice, hard and fast, and let the final, powerful jets erupt across her face. She shut her eyes and just took it all.

He kept cumming and cumming, pointing his cock back, nutsack dragging along her. First her neck and collarphone, then her chest. He painted gleaming white stripes over her small, perfect breasts and her heaving stomach.

William looked down at his work, at the beautiful, arrogant hacker shining with his baby batter. He smirked. “That enough for you?”

A slow, arrogant smile spread across her flushed face. Her eyes, heavy-lidded and satisfied, met his. She dragged a finger through the mess on her sternum and brought it to her lips, tasting him with a deliberate flick of her tongue.

“For me? Is that all you’ve got?” Sombra was husky and teasing. “Or are your balls already empty?”

His nutsack sat on her pussy and his cock spat one last wad of cum on her stomach. Her tongue snaked out, swiping a drop of cum from her lower lip. That infuriating, proud grin was back, brighter and more insolent than ever.

“Definitely not empty,” William growled.

He fucked her for another ten hours. It was only then that he realized that this chick had completely hacked his balls. That she had winded him up in a way no one else had.

Sombra, the Shadow. She deserved the title. To sit among the very best hackers in the world. Very few could manipulate lines of code and a throbbing erection like she could.