“Famous Overwatch Member’s Daughter Gone Cock Crazy!”

Brigitte regarded the headline cooly for a moment. Below it was a picture of her from the shoulders-up. For her first time making the news, the image was far from what she had expected. In her mind, it would be of her gallantly charging into battle, shield brandished, flail whipping across the scene as it crashed into the metallic skull of a rogue Omnic. Her flag would be raised on her back, rallying her squad to her position as they advanced with her out onto the war-town landscape. Her hair would be whipping in the wind.

Instead, her first headline photo was of her eyes rolled back, her tongue-out, and drooling a generous mixture of spit and spunk down off from the tip. It was abundantly clear that the ‘Famous Overwatch Member’s Daughter’ was cumming hard all over something that was going to town on her.

At least this rag hadn’t gotten wind that it was actually multiple ‘something’s causing her to borrow the expression of a free-use pass around slut. The article that did follow, however, wasn’t what she would call flattering. It went into vague detail of Brigitte’s noble deed of ridding the town of their bandit infestation, and about as gratuitous as a journalist could get on the debaucherous activities (ones that the author described as “Lindholm’s unique ‘celebration’ style”, which she resented) that followed.

“This really isn’t fair, you know! This isn’t the whole story!” Brigitte called out, tossing the news-reader tablet down onto the nearest surface. 

“What, do you want them to have the whole story, Ms. Lindholm?” returned the answer to her whines.

“I mean, maybe not the whole story, but still..” Brigitte acknowledged, shifting around on the sofa was relaxing on. “I guess they could leave out this next part,” she giggled, her voice growing seductively sultry.

“Which part would that be, then?” Sven asked, returning from around the corner in the small cottage.

Brigitte leaned back and spread her legs, placing either heel up onto the table where rest the tablet she had thrown down. With both hands, she reached down and spread her thoroughly pleased pussy. A dribble of cum leaked from it and down onto the rug.

“The part where you took me home and fucked me again, and then again, and then again..” Brigitte said before nibbling onto the tip of her finger, staring at the hulking and impossibly well-endowed man she had decided to hole up with for a while.

“After all, I could use the stress relief..”