Mercy strode past the door of the observation room overlooking the training facility and toward the locker room. The training session had finished and the two trainees were heading to their respective locker rooms to change out if needed and maybe shower after the strenuous exercise. On her end, she was not changing out or anything of the sort. Rather, she was checking in on a familiar cyborg who had just been shot at during the training session.

While their protective equipment protected them from external injuries, she knew how much Genji pushed himself when he desired to. That was one of the things that made him such a promising agent, the potential and willpower to accomplish any task that the world may throw at him. At the same time, he was still recovering from his injuries and should not push himself too far. As such, she figured it was best that she should check on him.

When she arrived at the locker room however, it was completely empty with the exception of the sound of running water originating from the shower room. Mercy sighed and looked around, noticing the clothes he had taken off and left in a heap on the nearby bench. While no one was really using it, he really should keep his mess together.

He had recently taken to wearing clothes over his cybernetic parts, to cover them up and look more natural she supposed. There was not much that could be done for his mask, though it was rather stylish and cool in its own right. It was rather fitting for his aesthetic as a professional ninja and all. It was quite well-designed, allowing him to live while still showcasing his prominent facial features. Like the way his eyes glowed, even if they were dangerously red as if in a state of constant anger. And his ever well-groomed hair.

As Angela picked up his clothes from the bench, she couldn't help but recall the fire in them. A burning aggression that was both rather commendable and yet quite scary at the same time. On one hand, he seemed to take most things at a stride, brutally and methodically solving the rest with his own skill and no one else's. On the other hand, he seemed volatile and almost violent, though it had never been the case. It was as if he was powered by a powerful beast hidden deep inside, one that became visible through his red eyes and movements but never showing more than what he wanted it to.

He had the looks, confidence, and strength of a young man that was more than just a playboy. Every move he made spoke of strength and confidence, and his well-defined body only went to push that point even further.

She couldn't help but vividly recalling the toned muscles on his arms and chest, even if many parts of it was covered by metal now. The way his neck rippled with energy and the muscles in his arm flex with every movement he made. Especially when he made that beckoning motion with his fingers …

Angela tried to shake the thought from her head, feeling her breathing become more heated. She shouldn't be thinking this way, especially about a patient. Yet at the same time, the slight scent of his body left on his clothes made her pull it closer. She still felt the warmth emanating from it, making her gulp and clutch it just a bit closer to herself. She walked over to the wall near the entrance of the shower room, leaning against it before sliding down with her back pressed to its surface.

A shiver ran through her body, every inch of her skin tingling with heat. Her hand found its way down to between her legs, ones that had spread on their own when she had slid down against the wall. Her fingers found the wet patch on her panties, thin and comfortable but not exactly sexy. She didn't know why she felt this way, especially now of all times.

There was something about his scent and the image of his body pressed close against her, breathing on her neck and sliding his hand between her legs that made her feel a way that she never thought of before. She was one who completely lacked in sexual experience, even when it came to herself really. As such, having such a strong desire now was a surprise to her.

Her fingers rubbed against the outside of her now soaked panties, sliding against her slit. Angela let out a soft moan deep in her throat before hesitantly pulling her hand away. She definitely should not be doing this, especially not in the men's locker room and when Genji was there. What if he saw-

"Did I interrupt something, Doctor Ziegler?"

Angela let out a loud gasp and looked up at the source of voice, clutching Genji's shirt close to her chest and tightly in her left palm. Her cheeks were as hot as the rest of her body. While she was definitely embarrassed to have been caught, especially by Genji himself, she found her eyes tracing down the curve of his neck and over the glistening wet skin on his chest and thick arms. The water droplet that decided to flow down the curve of his muscles definitely was not helpful in stopping her.

She gulped gently and looked up at his eyes once more, only to find a smirk and a gaze that seemed almost predatory. In truth, she had no idea what to say. What was she to say in a situation like this?

As Angela stood up, her legs closed and pressed against each other though she kept her eyes on him. She wondered what he was going to do, especially with that dangerous glint in his eyes. She had not realized he exited, she didn't even notice the sound of water turning off. Then again, he was a ninja, even if he was in recovery he still had his skill.

His right metallic palm slammed against the wall next to her head, not overwhelmingly forceful but enough to make her freeze and simply gaze into his eyes, unable to do anything else. There was a small smirk on his lips as he spoke.

"Going so soon? I didn't mean to interrupt you. Although, I will be needing my clothes back sometime soon, if you don't mind."

Angela gulped and broke eye contact with him, saying softly, "Ah … I wasn't …"

"You were moaning and touching yourself down there just now? Is that the truth doctor?"

Angela suddenly felt a his rough fingers brush against her thigh, making her shiver and let out a soft gasp as her legs opened involuntarily. Before she could correct her mistake, his hand was already between her legs, rubbing against her soaked panties.

"I suppose not. Well, you did say I should work on exercising my body in different ways to readjust. I suppose I have been neglecting my fingers. I'll be more than happy to return the favor you did to my body, doctor."

Her vision became hazy for a moment as she was engulfed in the stimulation he gave her, a brand new sensation that she had never felt before. He was rough enough to make her shiver and unable to resist, and yet at the same time teasingly gentle as if to show that he was still restraining himself. She knew that she should not let him continue on since he was her patient but … she couldn't help but admit that it felt incredible and that she wanted to have even more.

His fingers lost contact for a moment, allowing her a moment of respite to let out a hot breath and shiver once more. She instantly longed for his touch once more, letting out a soft sound of discomfort at his abrupt stop. The next sound that came from her lips was a loud gasp as his fingers glided over the lower part of her abs and under her pants and panties with ease. The roughness of his skin and touch excited her, sending a shock through her sensitive nerves everywhere he touched. She knew that her body wanted the feeling, and she wanted it so badly.

His fingers brushed teasingly over her wet slit, rubbing the outside with his calloused fingertips without stimulating her enough to make her feel as good as he had been before. She squirmed a bit, letting out small moans that begged him for more yet unable to vocalize it. She leaned toward him and felt her hip sway unconsciously, wanting to feel even better yet continually being denied by his expert movements. Despite what she did and the intensifying desire for more, her body heated up and felt more sensitive as he continued to tease her.

"You seem like you want something. What is it doctor?"

Angela moaned gently and frowned at him to the best of her ability, her face flushed and her ears red. He knew what she wanted, even though she knew that she should say no to it. However, at this point she knew that she couldn't walk away without satisfying this desire that he had sparked in her. It felt wrong for her to indulge herself but he made her want it so badly.

"You know what I want … Genji, pleasee …"

Genji only responded with a smirk, curling his fingers so that only the very tip of his fingers brushed against her tight slit. Her panties were definitely going to need a thorough wash at this point, though he simply saw it as a good indicator of his success.

"I'm not quite sure what you mean. Tell me exactly what you want, my dear doctor."

Angela gulped and closed her eyes, panting lightly at the exertion he was putting her body through. It all felt on fire now, begging for his touch and yet not getting any. Only her pussy felt any stimulation, though it was maddeningly less and less with every passing moment, his movements becoming slowly and lighter. Her legs trembled as she gulped, practically pleading with a hushed voice.

"Please let me orgasm ... I want you to … Make me feel good with your fingers … and have your way with me … Ahh .."

Genji chuckled to himself, "Well that wasn't so hard wasn't it."

Angela pouted but only for a moment before her face was overcome with rapture as she suddenly felt his middle and ring finger ramming deep inside her in a single motion. She arched her back and moaned loudly, only saved from slamming her head against the wall by the strategically placed hand that Genji placed there. She probably did not need the wall to knock her unconscious though, considering how the sudden waves of pleasure threatened to do just that. Her body practically melted to his touch, her insides tightening on his thick fingers and sending her on a pleasurable high.

His lips clamped down roughly, kissing the lower part of her petite neck to the point of surely giving her a mark afterward. It was just the way he liked it though, marking her as being his. Her moans marked his victory over any resistance she may have had, unrestrained now that she had finally given into his touch. The locker room happened to be soundproof like the rest of the base, which was fortunate considering the fact that she would have surely been heard by everyone inside the building with how loud she was being.

Though his left hand was not his dominant one, Genji had practiced enough to be almost ambidextrous in weapon usage. When it came to pleasing Angela, he did not have a single problem. His fingers filled her up, exploring and stirring up her untouched inner walls. Her juices soaked his skin and she clung onto him hungrily, basking in an unimaginable pleasure that was clearly present on her face.

Angela's breaths were ragged now, her body only support by the wall behind her and the way Genji had pressed his bare chest against her body. She didn't notice the fact that the remaining dampness on his skin was soaking into her inner shirt, nor would she have cared. All that mattered was that she was feeling amazing.

Without too much time, she tightened around his fingers as she came, her juices squirting out in a stream around the spaces of his fingers. The initial orgasm left her panting and letting out a long blissful moan. However, Genji was far from being done with her.

His fingers curled and exploited her G-spot, though not neglecting the other parts inside her. Angela squirmed and moaned "Fuck" and its equivalent forms repeatedly in two or three different languages, her mind overwhelmed by the endless assault that Genji inflicted upon her.

She orgasmed again and again, losing track of the count as she felt herself being drained physically and mentally. Finally, Genji withdrew his fingers from inside her, taking them out and licking them clean of her juices with a smirk on his face. He was gracious enough to help her to the bench, where he sat her down at the edge and let her practically collapse onto her back against its surface.

With that, he took one last gaze over her body, the victorious smirk still on his face. "It's a shame I didn't get to enjoy more of your body. This will do I suppose."

He headed toward the door after picking up his bundle of clothes and putting them on himself, peeking out stealthily to check the halls. Considering that it was lunch, there was probably no one training and in need of the locker rooms. Genji smiled to himself, thinking over how luck seemed to have aligned to make this all possible.

As he stepped out to leave, he paused for a moment to look over his shoulder and said, "Get some rest and get plenty of water. Thanks for the exercise doctor. I'll look forward to our next appointment." With that, he left and allowed the door to mechanically slide shut behind him.

Angela stepped out from the locker room, glancing around the empty hallways before turning to walk toward the direction of her sleeping quarters. While she was definitely hungry and thirsty, she should probably change a certain piece of clothing first. Her hair was patted down to be somewhat neater, though she should comb that again. And perhaps she could use a higher collared coat. The tight black collar of her inner shirt was quite nice but that was also damp now too.

Her steps were shaky and she had to refuse the help of a passing-by member, explaining that she just misstepped and somewhat hurt her ankle. She had no clue about how to get rid of the almost painful sore feeling between her legs, where it was still quite uncomfortably soaked. Yet at the same time, it served as a good reminder of the heavenly pleasure that she had received just minutes before.

Though she knew that she shouldn't, she resigned herself to the admission that she wouldn't mind another session in his firm arms and pleasured by his skillful fingers.

The angel's appointment with the cyborg's inner dragon.