The months at the Deadlock camp had been intense and relentless. Mark devoted himself to his new purpose with an almost religious determination. Every night — and many afternoons — he fucked Ashe and Echo with calculated brutality, always finishing inside them, filling their pussies with thick, abundant jets of cum. He held them firmly after each orgasm, making sure nothing escaped.
Ashe, with her strong personality and toned body, had gained a slight bit of weight in her belly. Her breasts had become more sensitive, and she complained with a mix of irritation and Southern pride:
"Damn it, Mark… you really knocked me up. I can feel the baby moving. Me, the leader of Deadlock, turning into a single mother because of some cowboy from another world. You satisfied now?"
Echo, whose adaptable synthetic belly had grown impressively, registered every change with clinical fascination, but also with a growing emotion she herself couldn't fully explain.
"Fetal development: 78% complete. Accelerated growth rate due to the optimized genetic composition of the donor. Mark… I'm carrying life now. This is… fascinating. And at the same time, concerning. I wasn't designed to be a mother."
Mark observed the two of them with a distant, almost cold gaze. The revelation in the void had changed something fundamental inside him. The pleasure still existed, but now it was secondary to the goal: to impregnate as many women as possible in this universe.
The day came when he decided to leave.
He gathered Ashe and Echo in the main tent at dusk. The desert around them was painted in orange tones, and the hot wind blew dust between the dunes. Ashe was sitting in an improvised chair, her visibly rounded belly showing under her open shirt. Echo stood beside her, one protective hand over her synthetic womb.
"I need to go," Mark said, his voice firm and without hesitation. "My goal is bigger than this camp. I have to continue. There are others… who need to be impregnated."
The silence that followed was heavy. Ashe was the first to react. Her green eyes narrowed, but soon filled with a vulnerability she rarely showed.
"You're kidding, right?" Her voice trembled with anger and pain. "After everything? After months of filling me up every day, making me cum until I couldn't take it anymore, getting me pregnant… and now you're leaving? I'm going to be a single mother in this shitty desert, Mark! Me and the robot here. And you're going after other women? Other pussies?"
Echo took a step forward, her normally neutral voice now carrying an almost human emotion.
"Mark… I processed the data. I'm carrying your child. This alters my loyalty protocols. I learned what connection is through you. Please, reconsider. Staying here doesn't mean abandoning your objective. We can expand Deadlock. We can recruit more. But abandoning us now… this causes significant emotional damage."
Ashe stood up, holding her belly with one hand while the other pointed at him.
"Stay, damn it! I'm begging, cowboy. I've never begged for anything in my life, but I'm begging now. Don't leave us alone with these kids. They're going to be born without a father. I know you've got this crazy mission in your head, but… we love you, you idiot. At least a little."
Mark felt a tightness in his chest, but the voice of the Core still echoed in his mind: Your purpose is unique. Complete the mission. He shook his head, refusing to yield.
"I can't stay. If I stop now, everything loses meaning. You two are going to be good mothers. Ashe, you're strong. Echo, you're capable of learning anything. I'll come back one day… maybe. But right now I need to go after Hana Song. D.Va. She's next."
Ashe took a step forward, angry tears streaming down her face.
"Then go! Go fuck the famous Korean! But remember: when you're alone again, thinking about the two of us raising your fatherless children, don't come crying. I hate you for this… and I still want you, you bastard."
Echo simply lowered her head, processing the rejection.
"Understood. I wish you success on your mission, Mark. I will log this pain for future reference."
Mark grabbed his backpack, gave one last look at the two of them — Ashe's rounded belly, the shine in Echo's eyes — and left the camp without looking back. The desert swallowed him once again.
He traveled for weeks. He passed through abandoned villages, destroyed Talon bases, and small refugee communities. In one of them, he found Venture — Sloan Cameron, the adventurous Overwatch archaeologist, known for her explosive energy, her helmet with a built-in lantern, and her passion for ancient excavations.
Venture was camped near recently discovered Mayan ruins in what used to be Mexico, now a wild zone contested by various factions. Mark approached her during a dig, offering technical help with old equipment that he could repair thanks to his knowledge from the other world.
Sloan was exactly as he expected: extroverted, curious, and full of life. Short brown hair, athletic body with generous curves — firm breasts, defined waist, and a round ass that her tight uniform highlighted. Her brown eyes sparkled with constant enthusiasm.
"Wow, you really know about ancient tech!" she exclaimed on the first day, clapping her hands. "Most guys who show up here just want to steal artifacts. You're different. Stay a few days? I need someone who can calibrate my driller."
Mark stayed. And he stayed a lot.
In the first few days, the relationship was purely professional and friendly. They talked about history, the post-Omnic Crisis world, and the feeling of discovering something ancient that no one else had seen. But Mark's goal burned beneath the surface. He started flirting, subtly at first, then with more intensity.
On the fifth night, inside her tent lit by lanterns, he kissed her. Sloan responded with the same explosive energy she brought to everything in life.
"Damn, Mark… you kiss really well for a guy who lives in the desert," she laughed, pulling off his shirt.
The sex started light but quickly became brutal and frequent, exactly as Mark needed. He fucked her every night, and many mornings, with heavy, deep thrusts, always finishing inside her.
"I need to fill you up, Sloan," he growled while taking her from behind on the sleeping bag, spanking her ass hard. "I want you to carry my child."
Venture moaned loudly, arching her back more, her sweaty body glistening in the lantern light.
"Fuck, you're intense! I'm not the type who plans a family, but… if you're going to fuck me like this every day, I'm gonna end up pregnant anyway! Then fill me up! Give me everything!"
He fucked her in every possible position: against the walls of the ruins during the day, in the tent at night, even inside an ancient chamber she was excavating. Always cumming deep inside her pussy, holding her in place afterward, whispering the same obsessive goal:
"That's it… take it all. I need you to get pregnant."
After almost three weeks of nearly daily, brutal sex, Venture began showing symptoms. Morning sickness, more sensitive breasts, a belly that was starting to round slightly. She confirmed it with an improvised test she'd found in old supplies.
"I'm pregnant, Mark," she said one night, with a smile mixed with concern. "You really did it. Me, the adventurer who never stays still, is going to have your child."
Mark hugged her, but his gaze was already distant. The mission continued.
"You're going to be a great mother, Sloan. But I need to move on. Busan is waiting. D.Va is next."
Venture blinked, surprised and hurt.
"Seriously? After all this? I'm carrying your baby and you're leaving to go after the gamer idol?"
Mark didn't respond with emotion. He simply kissed her forehead and started packing his bag.
"My path doesn't end here."
He left at dawn, leaving Venture sitting at the entrance of the tent, one hand over her belly and her eyes full of tears she tried to hide behind her usual enthusiasm.
"Go then… but if you ever come back, I'm going to punch you and kiss you at the same time, you idiot!"
Mark headed east, toward Busan. The goal burned in his mind like an inextinguishable flame.
Tracer, Mercy, Ashe, Echo, Venture… D.Va is next. I'm going to impregnate them all. It's my purpose. It's the only way I exist.
End of Chapter 8: Venture