Shadow Wanker

Imagine yourself as a Shadow Walker, sitting in the post-Turnpike med clinic. You were the only Shadow Walker on your side that round; the rest of your stealth sisters have given up on trying to survive there and just didn't queue up. The melee waiting room is full of Defenders and Whippers, all pent up after figuratively humping each other on the front lines. Their musk and pheremones stink up the room, making you woozy as you curl up in the chair in the corner, trying to stay unnoticed as you wait your turn for treatment. Unfortunately, there's been a medic shortage recently, spiking the wait times and leaving Shadow Walkers under low priority treatment. The room eventually thins out, leaving about two team-fulls of Defenders and Whippers, all noticeably irked they're still having to wait for a medic, when you hear the loud clanks of metallic heels approach you. A shadow is cast upon you and you look up to see a Defender looming over you. She's biting her trembling lip as she gazes down at you with eyes full of pure lust. It only takes a split second for it to dawn on you, but your body is still way too exhausted to leap away like you normally do and the Defender easily grabs you and pins your back up against a wall, legs off the ground. You try to squirm in her grasp but to no avail; she keeps you restrained with just one arm, her other reaching down between her crotch to unleash the massive member she's had packed away. The sweaty, pheremone-laced smell instantly hits you, making you feel even more dizzy and a bit intoxicated as she begins grinding the gigantic piece of throbbing meat between your thighs. The warmth easily penetrates through the thin layer of your skintight bodyglove outfit to your crotch and gets you slightly moist. Not that it matters, as you look down to see your aggressor's third leg-worthy length coated in a slick, glistening layer of jizz, all from the pre-cum that she's been oozing out underneath her suit during the wait. With a sudden dextrous motion, she firmly grabs your waist with both hands and rears back, then rams her prick straight into your suit where your cunt is, tearing straight through it and hitting home. The brute force combined with the massive stretching of your pussy knocks the wind completely out of you. For the first few thrusts you struggle to regain your breath, your limbs just flapping about as the Defender has her way with you. You resign yourself to your fate and wrap your arms around her neck to steady yourself against the railing, eventually getting accustomed to her monstrous size. Fortunately, it doesn't take the woman long to finish due to how long she's been pent up as she makes one final thrust with all her might, nearly making the back of your head hit the wall. She lets out a near-animalistic groan as her cock begins to unload what's nearly a gallon of white, hot spunk deep inside of your womb which quickly fills up, making the rest spew out on the floor beneath you. You begin to drool a little as the warmth spreads from inside of you, making your skin tingle all over and draining last bit of your strength, causing you to go limp. You feel yourself being lifted again away from the wall and take a moment to look around as your vision unblurrs. To your horror, you see that the rest of the Arkana in the waiting room are all focused on you, their hands stroking their erect cocks to the sign. You make an audible gulp as you swallow the lump in your throat as the Defender passes your limp body to another. Time slowly passes as you're continuously used and ravaged by Defender and Whipper cock. Orgasm after orgasm is wrenched from your helpless body while it's continuously filled with gallon after gallon of sticky jizz. Eventually, the last Defender duo mid-air spit-roasting you dumps their massive loads simultaneously into your painfully stretched mouth and asshole, your belly bulging from the sheer amount of cum in your belly. They let you unceremoniously slide off of their shafts and you land in the pool of spunk that's formed on the floor and walk out of the clinic, satisfied. A few minutes pass when a Medic walks around the corner into the somewhat sequestered waiting area where you lay. "Okay, last one for the day," she says while staring at a clipboard, "Shadow Walker Ky--...?" she trails off as she finally looks away from her clipboard to see the sight of you laying, covered and laying in spunk. "Oh! So you're why those Defenders and Whippers didn't need to be treated, you did it for us! You'd be a great medic. And it looks like you killed two birds with one stone getting treated yourself in the process!"