“Stay,” the demon murmurs, voice a low, barely there growl. McCree is no small man by any means but this creature dwarfs him easily, and he has no desire to find out whether those fingernails are just as sharp as they look.
“You… you got it,” he croaks. The demon stays a bit longer just for good measure – he seems to relish the mix of terror and shameful arousal wafting off of McCree – before he breathes out in one long exhale, and makes his way down.
Moments later, his huge hands are spreading Jesse’s cheeks, and he can feel the warm gust of his breath tickling the generous curl of hair around his hole.
His belly clenches and toes curl.
“I.. ah…”
“You look like a beast here,” the demon muses. When Jesse glances back over his shoulder, the demon is hunkered down, milky, colorless eyes staring intently at his hairy, flexing hole.
He groans, slapping one palm across his face.
“What the hell…”
“You humans are so… unsophisticated,” the demon continues. He sounds strangely excited. Seconds later, his sinuous snake-like tongue is dragging through Jesse’s crack and probing at his hole. He cries out, fingers digging into the loose soil underneath, but the demon’s sharp claws dig into the meaty cheeks of his ass and quickly hinder him from crawling away.
“Stay, beast. I want to… explore.”
Jesse groans into his arms, thighs shimmying apart as the demon forces him to take the tongue that slips in and in and in; a muscular, wet intrusion that fills his guts and has him drool onto the forest floor like a dog as he tries to ride the feeling.
He feels strangely pregnant; something writhing in his belly while his cock is fat and ready though he is suitably sure there’ll be no warm hole for him to fuck tonight.
He shouldn’t have left the camp to take a leak. The boss said they should not wander off alone.
Jesse never had been good at taking commands.
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