“How are my darlings this fine morning?” Low, pained groans greet him; indistinct and muffled through the gags they are wearing nowadays after losing talking privileges some time ago.

The harnesses they’re strapped into squeak softly as they squirm in the air, bloated bellies swaying. They look gorgeous filled with the slimy darkness he filled them with last night, faces drenched in sweat and sickly pale.

As Gabriel steps closer, Genji’s vents pop open, emitting a hissing cloud of steam before he sags into the bindings, kitten weak after the pathetic display.

“Good boys,” Reaper purrs fingers lifting their chins to look into their eyes as he focuses on moving the slimy mess their guts are filled with; pulsing, sick blackness pushing against every nook and cranny, filling out their most secret little spots. 

As he watches, Hanzo’s eyes widen a little more still, a new trickle of drool spilling from the stretched corner of his mouth as he suddenly comes onto the floor, cock jerking and flexing against the distorted curve of his belly.

When he’s done, he huffs like an animal, a certain kind of tranquility settling over his features. He nuzzles weak into Gabriel’s clawed hand and Reaper chuckles.

“That’s it. Just let it consume you, pet. It’s so much better than to fight it.”