Mercy's healing beacon glows brighter than ever as she's bent over the payload, her ass exposed and ready. Tracer zooms in, her eyes locked on the medic's plump cheeks. She can't resist, slapping and squeezing the firm flesh, making Mercy moan into her visor. Tracer's hands slide down, parting Mercy's legs, finding her slick pussy. Mercy arches her back, pushing against Tracer's fingers, craving more. Tracer obliges, slipping inside, fucking her with expert precision. Mercy's healing AOE expands, enveloping them both in a warm, healing light as they fuck, their bodies moving in perfect sync, lost in their own world, even as the battle rages around them.