A Problematic Display

    //Overwatch, Mercy, Futa, Exhibitionism, Pharah, CRAZY FUCKING HEALER LADY//
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  It wasn't often that Mercy found herself embarrassed or ashamed of the male appendage of which she was birthed. It had been years since joining Overwatch, and eventually everyone had found out about her not-so-little secret one way or another. No, in fact, she relished the fact that the entire cast had taken notice. It was, after all, impossible to miss. During their skirmishes, their bouts, their battles, the mighty organ would eventually find it's way out from the confines of her tights. Through one of the many runs it created, through a cut or burn, sooner or later it would sway in the breeze as she soared through the air after one of her teammates. Eventually, everyone learned to ignore it.
  Mercy anxiously flicked her Caduceus Staff from one setting to the other, the beam constantly switching from blue to yellow and back again, with it locked onto Pharah. The anticipation of the upcoming battle welled within the pit of her stomach as she eyed the sixty-second countdown which was nearing its halfway point. She glanced down, fully aware of her physical situation, and briefly stared at the bulge forming from beneath her sunset-colored loincloth. The further the clock ticked down, the more apparent the bulge became.
  "Five, four, three, two, one. Round one, capture the objective." Boomed the Announcer, signaling the beginning of the match.
  Mercy trailed behind her squad mates while absentmindedly swapping the beam from person to person as they made their way towards the town's center. Then with the enemy Lucio in sight, Pharah engaged her suit's thrusters and soared into the skies. Mercy launched skyward towards Pharah and activated the wings attached to her Valkyrie suit to slow her descent while simultaneously shifting her weight back and forth in an attempt to dodge incoming fire. Mercy watched with stars in her eyes as Pharah rained an onslaught of rockets down on Lucio as he attempted to evade by riding along the house's outer walls to no avail. The ensuing scream of agony and death caused an involuntary moan to escape the clutches of Mercy's lips, an act she so strongly attempted to avoid for the sake of her team. One after another the enemy team fell and with every subsequent kill Mercy found herself pulsating with desire, her cock throbbed and bobbled in need at the sight of her enemies corpses.
  "Tactical visor activated." Announced Soldier 76.
  Upon hearing his announcement, Mercy's muscle's contracted in excitement and she immediately swapped her damage amplification beam onto him. For a brief moment the world around her went quiet and the sounds of anguish flooded her senses. Mercy flexed her kegel muscles and jutted her hips forward, jabbing the head of her member through a run that had formed in her tights. The cool breeze which swept through the open building engulfed her length and cradled it, bringing her back from the brink.
  "竜が我が敵を喰らう。" Shouted the enemy Hanzo from directly behind.
  Mercy leaped towards Pharah, out of the twin dragons, and watched as four of her teammates fell victim to the enemy Hanzo on the Capture Point.
  "Rocket barrage, Incoming." Announced Pharah, aiming the hell storm of rockets towards the enemy Hanzo and McCree.
  "Heroes never die." Exclaimed Mercy, her voice trembling.
  The combined sight of Hanzo being obliterated and the resurrection of her allies pushed Mercy over the edge. Rather than orgasm immediately, Mercy lifted the front portion of her loincloth and held it between her teeth, fully exposing her organ to those who chose to watch her profound display, and held herself off as long as possible.
  "First round won." Boomed the Announcer.
  Mercy clutched her staff in both hands and brought it horizontal to her chest before entering a short phase of convulsions. Her penis twitched and bobbed, stirring to life before expelling multiple dense and stringy strands of semen from her urethra. She inhaled sharply then gasped as the final shot rocketed out and splattered across the control point's outer wall. Then she purposely flexed her kegel muscles and swung her hips to and fro, forcefully expelling the remaining droplets. Finally she allowed herself to droop and become flaccid in front of her squad, the final salute in her display.
  The team returned to their carrier and sat, returning once more to their idle banter and time-passing activities as they rode to the second portion of their assault.
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