Author: cyberratting

McSombra breeding kink? Or just Sombra and breeding in general?

Dangling from her hand and feet, Sombra feels like little more than an animal; and while usually she fiercely values her independence, she can only curl her toes in gleeful anticipation as she watches McCree enter the room.

Tall and burly, and with a big, fat cock that she watches hungrily as he advances, heavy and hard as it bounces ridiculously in front of him, making meaty slapping sounds whenever it comes into contact with one of his thighs.

“Dios… yes,” she groans heartfelt, nipples growing tight and sensitive. She is helpless, hanging from the ceiling like a sow fit for slaughter, and the knowledge makes her pussy clench deliciously where it is on display for him; pointing right at McCree, deep red and slick between her gently gaping lips, like a particularly juicy fruit.

“Come here,” she beckons throatily. She has only eyes for his cock and the heavy sac, her belly quivering, womb hurting deep and needy. Yearning to get filled to the brim with his hot, frothy cream.

He obeys immediately, thick arms hanging loosely at his sides as he ambles over. There is a short hitch in his step, his mouth going a little slack as the chip nearly hidden beneath his wild hair has a little hiccup – but she only needs to curl her fingers, and a new electric impuls gets send, and overrides his thoughts, making him step closer; her very own breeding bull.

He probes her with his fingers first; even the digits feeling fat and substantial as they slide through her cunt and tickle her clit before filling her up; reaching deep in one smooth, invasive glide that already has her gurgling and letting her head dangle backwards.

“Yes… Yes, yes, yes,” Sombra chants low. She tries to move; rock herself like a swing, but she has no leverage like this. McCree stares down at her from between her ankles, his dark eyes vacant, but a cocky smirk on his lips; like even her little chip can’t keep him from being a smug bastard.

He drags his fingertips, calloused, broad and blunt, along the slick walls of her insides, and she quivers for him, clenching down and panting like a bitch when her clit seems to pulse and swell for him.

“Your cock,” she grunts, insides clenching, urging his fingers to retreat. “Give me your cock.”

He hums and for a second she wonders if he will deny her, but then he pulls out and wipes his sticky fingers on the silky insides of her thighs before stepping close and unceremoniously spreading her on his cock.

She can’t help the low animal sound she makes, breath taken away by the sheer girth spreading her tender insides; how he slides in deep and rude on a single thrust, touching her so far inside her belly that she is sure he has to already be deep within her cervix.

It isn’t until he moves, however, that she realizes how wrong she had been; that despite him being deep, there still is more for him to cram inside her.

His big hands are curled around her legs, pulling her, making her swing along the shackles she has herself dangling from – fucking her with a minimal amount of effort on the incomprehensible girth that is his cock.

Sombra couldn’t get away even if she wanted to; there is no way for her to brace herself, to claw into something, looking for comfort or release; all she can do is take it, her poor little cunt spread open wide, insides hot and swollen as McCree fucks her with a damnably leisurely pace, still that same lazy smirk on his face, even as she cries out in pain and surprise when his cock does meet her cervix; a blunt, deep sensation in her belly that makes tears spring into her eyes.

Her cunt feels molten; like it wants to dribble pathetically in submission for the cock reaming it so deep and good, and she can almost picture herself afterwards; dragging her poor abused pussy across a block of ice just to cool herself down.

One thing is for certain, though; McCree will breed her deep; will get his cream right where she needs it. There’ll be no way it won’t take; no way she won’t get fat and round with his spawn. Her tits already ache with phantom pain; already feeling sensitive and swollen with milk.

God, she wants this. God, she wants this. 

Dios.

Okami!Hanzo/Woof!McCree + owner!Genji Part 3

Hanzo had been a mean little bitch ever since Jesse pulled off of him, and Genji can’t find it in him to pity his pet as he gets pinned down and mounted by the hirsute canine.

Jesse had been patient enough, he supposes; enduring Hanzo showing off the sweet space beneath his tail, letting him sniff and occasionally lick at the warm, pouty hole just to be denied the second he made motions to mount up, and even going so far as letting Hanzo bite at him without defending himself.

Even now Genji can see a few purpling bruises on his arms and ribs – all in the distinct shape of Hanzo’s vicious teeth.

He is leaning back and sipping at his tea; sweet and absurdly tasty as he watches the display before him.

Jesse fights dirty, which is to no surprise at all. He utilizes the advantages of his bigger body ruthlessly, pinning Hanzo down with one large hand between his shoulder blades and the other on the side of his face, unselfconsciously mashing Hanzo’s head into the unforgiving floor as he carefully gets up onto the balls of his feet, tail wagging behind him like a big, shaggy raincloud.

Genji does feel a stab of worry when Jesse starts forcing his impressive cock into the purebred canine beneath him, but he supposes this is all for Hanzo’s own good: after all, if he is to be bred up by this large, hairy brute, he should at least tolerate getting fucked by the meaty girth of his ruddy cock.

Hanzo, as per usual, seems to think otherwise. By the time Jesse starts hunching down with intent, fucking forward in sharp, powerful thrusts, Hanzo is damn near frothing at the mouth in outrage, howling and clawing at the floor. His thighs are shaking, feet scrabbling as he tries and fails to find any kind of purchase or leverage to buck the heavy weight off of his back.

Genji, fascinated, slowly puts his tea to the side and leans forward. Watching his pets fuck is mesmerizing. The room’s air is thick with their stench in moments; Hanzo’s sweet-and-musky slick filling the air just as much as Jesse’s body working up a sweat.

For the longest time it feels like Hanzo will not calm down; that he will yowl like a disgruntled cat the whole way through his breeding, even when his belly is warmed by cock and his guts are getting sticky with his body’s own excited secretions. Genji is just wondering whether Jesse has any sort of contingency plan for afterwards, since it seems like Hanzo will surge around and rip out his throat the second he has an opportunity to do so, when Hanzo’s demeanour changes suddenly.

He becomes quiet, his outraged howls tapering off to breathless pants, eyes slitting in exhausted pleasure as Jesse keeps fucking, hips hunched and muscles trembling along his body as he keeps the awkward half-crouch across the other canine’s form.

Jesse, supremely unperturbed, shifts his broad hand from Hanzo’s face and replaces it with his tongue; liberally and eagerly licking at the other’s temple and jaw, sloppily grooming him while fucking in deep, sensuous strokes – as if this is normal; as if he has been waiting the whole time just for this… and Genji wonders if there is something he is missing altogether.

Jesse is crooning, fucking and grooming while Hanzo just takes it, jaw loose and tongue lolling out against the dirty floor: more undignified than Genji has ever seen him.

The sound of their coupling is gentle and wet; a squelching, suckling sound whenever Jesse moves his hips and slides his ruddy dog cock through Hanzo’s clenching, silky insides that seem to try so very hard to keep him inside and not let him go…

When Jesse knots, it is without any grandeur; just his incessant licking ceasing for a moment, face contorting and teeth gnashing as he suddenly shoves a little deeper, accompanied by a pathetic little yip of Hanzo who looks positively out of it –

and then it happens; the cessation of those wet, intriguing sounds followed by some more dribbling; a little, shy pitter-patter of liquid hitting the marble tiles of Genji’s floor, rapidly growing faster, until-

a hissing stream of urine hits the floor. Genji half-jerks from his reclining position, mouth dropping open as he hisses: “H-Hanzo!” but there is no way he could have stopped the flood now as Hanzo shakes beneath Jesse, stuffed full of his knot and submissively pissing on the ground beneath him, thighs shaking with exhaustion.

His eyes have rolled up into his head, face looking positively ecstatic as he wets himself; the stream of piss strong and hot enough that it gently steams.

Jesse is grinning broad and proud, tail wagging, and Genji weakly sinks back into his chair, one hand helplessly holding on to his cock through his robes as he watches the display.

This has been what he’d been hoping for all along, hasn’t it? Hanzo accepting Jesse as his stud… His prissy, well-bred Hanzo submissively pissing himself after getting dick so good that he seems to have forgotten how to behave…

Jesse is looking at him now, still grinning broad and shit-eating, tongue lolling, panting from fucking his bitch into the floor, and Genji has the distinct feeling that this is only the beginning… though he doesn’t quite know of what.

If your still doing the animal posts, here ya go! Have some smiling faces to brighten your day! This is Min and Rellium

the little one looks like he’s ready to fuck shit up, and the big one looks like he smoked some stuff and is now ‘chill as fuck, dude’. I like that they’re friends