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12th Batch Ko-Fi Fics: 15th Fill

That concludes this batch!

Zenyatta/Genji/Hanzo – ABO; Sanzang, Omega!Zenyatta; demon, Alpha!Hanzo & Genji; just the tip; impregnation/breeding kink – Zenyatta knows he shouldn’t… but they are so very convincing…

The demons are not trying to hide what they are. They flaunt it, really; showing off their inhumanly sharp teeth when they grin, their long claws gently scratching the delicate nape of Zenyatta’s neck when they curl around him and box him in between their muscular bodies.

It is not the first time that creatures like them have tried to woo him, but it is the first time that they make him… pause and *consider*. They smell thick of Alpha. Almost suffocatingly so. The odor hangs in the air, spicy and weirdly sweet like rotting leafs.

They are persistent and, yes, *charming*, and Zenyatta can’t help it when he starts chuckling at the younger one’s antics or tilts his head and listens when the older one regales him with a tale.

He can’t help how *alluring* they become to him; how his body responds so confusingly easy, the space between his thighs becoming so sensitive and swollen when they touch him; standing so very close and refusing to give him any room to *breathe*…

If only he could fill his lungs with cool night air… maybe it would ease this *yearning*…

They read him like a book. Maybe they can even smell his guilelessly excited body – how it heats up for them so easily, his insides growing warm and creamy when they press in from both sides, purring innocuous little questions at him; touching his hands and his face, sharp claws catching at the neck of his robes and tugging at them to carefully pull them down one shoulder, cautiously watching his reaction-

They play with him. It becomes clear to him when one settles behind him, curling hands around his slim shoulders and guiding him to lean against their chest, while the other starts crawling between his legs.

Zenyatta is not helpless, not by a long shot, but against them he is… vulnerable. Very much so. He feels like there’s a sickness inside him that makes his head fuzzy and his heart skip a beat when the elder demon brushes his robes apart with gentle hands that still let him feel the sharp claws just shy of not-digging into his supple thighs.

The younger one behind him is excited; Zenyatta can feel it even before he can smell the thick musk curling around him: the young demon’s cock is pressing into the small of his back. It is a feverishly hot sensation that makes Zenyatta feel like the sickly warmth is radiating out into his belly and down to his womb, making him *yearn*…

“Gorgeous little saint,” Hanzo purrs, his voice deeper. More feral and less human. He leans up towards Zenyatta, watching his prettily painted eyes while breathing hot against his mouth. “Are you not afraid?”

Zenyatta can sense the change; both in the demon before him as well as the one pressing against his back, holding him calm even as he brims with excitement himself, hips gently fucking against his back now.

When Hanzo leans a bit farther back again, Zenyatta can see his true form for the first time; the slate grey skin with its intricate markings and the ominous, curved fangs. Hanzo smiles at him, his white eyes scrunching up while his hand moves, slipping beneath Zenyatta’s robes and gently pushes his underwear to the side.

He does it like it is an inevitability; like he has a right to what Zenyatta is hiding beneath – and Zenyatta can’t find it in him to put him in his place. His slit is warm and pulsing, feeling more sensitive than it ever has.

He is panting, his nipples feeling so… swollen, pressing against his robe until Genji pulls it, too as far down as possible, until the fine garments are only bunched around his middle, exposing his body to the greedy stares of the demons.

Genji whines and drags trembling hands along Zenyatta’s upper arms, then cups the meager little swell of his chest, pinching his chubby areolas between thumb and forefinger until Zenyatta *arcs* and gasps.

“Brother… please,” Genji whines, but Hanzo shakes his head, slow and patient. The rough pad of his thumb is pressed against Zenyatta’s creamy hole, drawing self-indulgent circles against the quivering, soft muscle.

“You are too rough,” Hanzo murmurs, and Zenyatta *wants* that with a sudden clarity that it hurts. His mouth is hanging open as he stares at the demon – watches him unwind his own garments to show off his big Alpha cock, and Zenyatta wants to be ravaged by it… *destroyed* on it-

The younger demon is nudging at his chin and urging him to turn his head away from his brother. Seconds later, he is kissing him, deep and greedy, biting at Zenyatta’s lips until they feel so sensitive and raw…

He is overwhelmed by the sensation; the unfamiliarity of it. His brother is working itself up into a frenzy, and they have not done much other than kiss and stroke him. They are as gentle as demons can be, he supposes.

He cries out softly when he is breached. Hanzo’s answering chuckle vibrates through him. He wants to buck down instinctively, but he is held in place, his swollen opening so *ready* but only spread on the very tip of the demon’s huge Alpha cock.

“None of that now,” Hanzo purrs towards him. “I need to make sure not to hurt you, after all…”

They are torturing him after all. Zenyatta is panting, hiccuping out little sobs, the sounds unfamiliar as he is usually so very restraint… but it is difficult when they only give him the raw basics of what he needs; letting him taste how it could be to be speared on a sickly hot demon cock but not letting him have it all the way.

Genji is still kissing him; his mouth and cheek and ear, purring something lewd and intimate, and Zenyatta’s mind gets filled with the thought of having their pups; getting big and swollen from their seed after they’ve fed it to his hungry body again and again and again… carrying their offspring and keeping it safe for them until they come back to collect it…

He knows he shouldn’t want it; He knows they’re *defiling* him – but he can’t help but yearn for it.

8th Batch Ko-Fi Fics: 8th Fill

Hanzo/Doomfist – continuation of the fic from this compilation – faux beastiality; cow people; breeding kink; voyeurism; possessiveness – Hanzo’s and Akande’s life nowadays.

Hanzo’s daily rhythm changes depending on Akande’s moods which gives him no small amount of satisfaction. He is basically the Queen Bee of his herd just by association with the bull and it makes him preen unendingly. The humans have to work around Akande. They are afraid of him and his big muscles and large horns, and Hanzo can’t say that he minds it one bit.

When it is time for everybody to be ushered into the milking barn and strapped into the devices the humans are just out of luck if Akande decided that he wants to mount his cow that morning. They have to wait, standing around the fences, watching with disgruntled faces as Akande dicks his cow into the ground, big cock making lewd squelching sounds as it drags along Hanzo’s sloppy, well-fucked hole.

It had been something Hanzo had to get used to, first; having the humans or even the other cows stand around, watching him cry shrill and breathless as the large bull forced his way inside, but by now the eyes on him are just as much part as the deep, overwhelming intrusion.

Akande, he suspects, makes it a point out of having as much an audience as possible. He likes showing off how virile he is. He also likes showing them what they decidedly can *not* have – like the silky, ever-ready pout of Hanzo’s greedy hole.

After the birth of the twins – long since weaned and taken away to another herd – Akande had been gentler in his mounting. He’d moved slower, more leisurely; almost soft enough for Hanzo to keep lipping at the juicy grass. He’d also spent some time afterwards cleaning his swollen, lose hole; tongue soft and intrusive as it lapped at whatever dribbled back out.

Now, though, he is more than ready to get Hanzo fat and heavy with his calves once more.

It shows in how frequently he wants to mount him; nosing beneath Hanzo’s tail practically moments after sliding off with a lewd squelch, and Hanzo bearing down with an exhausted groan, a veritable deluge of cum sliding silkily and sticky out of him.

Hanzo has to start denying him, body sore, kicking at the huge bull or jerking around and nipping at him so he lets him rest for just a bit longer.

His hole becomes tender enough that he has to constantly lift his tail to the side since even the slightest pressure is starting to become unbearable…

Akande keeps staying mounted up longer, making sure to plug Hanzo up as long as possible while mouthing along his shoulders and lovingly nipping at his ears to keep him docile beneath him.

Hanzo is walking funny because of it; angling his thighs farther apart, cock just as chafed from his bull’s amorous attention as his hole is lose from the constant deep fucking by his massive cock.

Genji is gloating at him – the other members of the herd as well, if he is being honest – but he can’t quite bring himself to putting them back into their place; not when he can barely get a bit of sleep and grazing in until Akande is on him again, plying him with his wide, slippery tongue dabbing softly at his inflamed hole.

They know instinctively when the breeding takes long before Hanzo actually shows.

He supposes the humans are happy about it. Maybe that’s why they just stood around watching Hanzo get exhausted by his bull. He produces more milk when he’s fat with a calf, and it is creamier, too.

At least Akande returns to his more gentle self afterwards; Hanzo can suffer the indignity of being nothing but a breeding hole if it means he once more gets to lord his standing above the other cows afterwards.

2nd Batch Ko-Fi Fics: 5th Fill

McHanzo – service top McCree; Breeding kink, Pregnancy kink – Hanzo wants to get pregnant and Jesse is just happy to help

I’ve left it mostly open to whether it is an ABO verse or something else. you can let your imagination run wild 😛 

The muscle of Jesse’s bicep is jumping as he braces himself against the bed with one arm, eyebrows furrowed in concentration to keep himself up and not smother Hanzo while simultaneously curling his other arm carefully around his hips, mechanical hand splayed across his lower belly as he carefully tugs him up into his hips – and onto his cock.

Hanzo groans beneath him, already wrecked sounding. He stretches his arms up over his head, the muscles in his back playing as he moves. His fingers slowly curl into the bedding, hips canting back of their own free will, ass cheeks squishing against Jesse’s hip bones as he stretches himself luxuriously beneath him and takes his cock deeper like it is just an afterthought.

Jesse closes his eyes and grits his teeth, swallowing down the first jittery impulse to fuck in deeper. He releases the breath abruptly and looks around until he can spot the firm, triangular pillow which he fishes closer a bit clumsily and carefully navigates underneath Hanzo’s hips.

“‘S good?” he mumbles; he can’t help how his cock is flexing in Hanzo’s slick, warm grip, but Hanzo seems to love it, purring and damn near yawning.

“Yes. It is acceptable.”

Jesse blows out another long breath and lets his head hang forward, the tips of his hair tickling Hanzo’s nape as he starts up a slow, experimental rhythm.

Slow drag out, until he can feel the resistance of Hanzo’s clenching rim against the flare of his tip, then back in; just as slow and just as deep, the hand not bracing him grabbing at one ass cheek to pull him open farther. Let him get in deeper.

The deeper the better, he thinks, body hot at the thought of breeding Hanzo up. Getting his cum deep into his belly right where he needs it to work it over into something new and exciting.

Hanzo groans beneath him, not as sleepy anymore now that he has a cock in his belly that is stretching his rim wide. He shuffles his knees apart helpfully, seemingly come to the same conclusion: the deeper the better.

The sooner his belly would start swelling, tits growing sensitive and a bit plumper. The sooner McCree breeds him up like an animal, the sooner he can fuck him while he is pregnant, those big paws of his doting over his large, swinging belly.

McCree is making almost no sounds as he fucks; his big barrel chest expanding in deep, labored breaths which he expels in a way that’s almost violent sounding as he fucks slow and deep and meticulous, his balls hot and big and full feeling whenever they gently swing against Hanzo’s perineum.

Hanzo closes his eyes and curls his toes. He likes the thought that McCree has paused his service for anybody else in order to collect for him. He likes the thought that McCree probably wants nothing more at the moment than to hold him down and deep dick him in rough, grunting thrusts, but holds himself back in order to give Hanzo what he desires.

Most of all, he likes the thought of McCree pumping him full and his body to start working with his thick cream. It is a wish come true and from the way McCree’s eyes had started glinting, cheeks going ruddy red with an eager flush as he’s told him – practically commanded him – to breed him up, he thinks it might have been one for McCree as well.

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.

Part 2 ^^ … hmm I don’t know if I should warn for incest since they’re not really brothers in the AU but Genji calls him big brother and in canon they are family so… ye I’ll warn for incest aöskfjaösklfj also kinda rape-play in this part. Hanzo loves it but he’s also a goddamn diva.

Part 1

Hanzo is draped across Genji’s lap once more as they watch Jesse getting groomed. The canine is as well-behaved as a show dog, sitting still and letting servants get at him with an utmost patience that Genji would not have anticipated from what was little more than a street urchin when compared to Hanzo’s flawless pedigree.

He is preening, too – especially when a young servant tries to tame the thick bush around his cock; broad shoulders straightening and sharp teeth flashing in a roguish grin towards Hanzo who sits up with a start and turns away.

He is skittish, cock plump and interested as it presses against the sheer silk of his garments – nothing hidden from Genji’s interested, amused gaze.

“Don’t play hard to get, big brother,” he purrs, fingertip tracing the pudgy mound of a nipple. Hanzo’s ears twitch and lower. He doesn’t like being made fun of, but he’s also a good puppy and has learned well over the years.

Genji is delighted.

.o.

Their first coupling doesn’t go as smoothly as Genji would have liked, but only on account of Hanzo being a drama queen and insisting on making the loudest ruckus possible.

Jesse does not seem intimidated by the loud howling at least. Genji watches with a good amount of fascination as the large canine mounts his stocky bitch and presses Hanzo down with big paws on the back of his shoulders.

He holds him secure as his hips shimmy around, searching for that plush little gash he’s supposed to slip into, all the while his tail is wagging enthusiastically.

There is no second-guessing of when he manages to find his goal: Hanzo howls like he is being fucked on a red-hot poker, and Genji is under no illusion that he can feel each and every intimate centimeter of that big, fat doggy cock pounding into him.

Hanzo is not weak by any means; Genji can see his muscles tensing, preparing to buck his partner off, but Jesse has decidedly more leverage and keeps him down with ease as his tongue lolls out and his hips piston fast and merciless.

Hanzo’s sharp teeth clack audibly together as he’s getting rammed, his mesmerizing gold eyes rimmed with tears as the canine’s cock pushes deeper than any other device that Genji had ever used on him.

He crawls closer, fingertips scratching through Hanzo’s well-groomed beard, staring down into his teary face as his howling subsides in favor of pitiful whines that get drowned by the wet squelching sound of his hole working overtime to make the rough coupling as smooth as possible.

“I bet he’s so deep,” Genji murmurs, “bet his pretty cock can kiss up to your cervix…” Hanzo closes his eyes on a low, drawn-out groan. He looks tortured but there is colour in his cheeks, and his body starts relaxing; sinking into the ground as he calms down and accepts the mounting. “It’ll be no time at all until he breeds you up, Hanzo. After all, he can deposit his cream right where you need it, huh?”

Hanzo whimpers. His tail is curved helpfully to the side; offering his hole up as Jesse’s hands slip down from his mate’s shoulders, bracing himself against the floor next to his head. He leans down, tongue out and lovingly licking all over Hanzo’s shoulders and the back of his neck as his sharp thrusts slow down and become more powerful. Deeper.

Hanzo howls in his first show of real pain as the blunt, swollen head knocks against his cervix, and Genji is quick to shush him through it.

“You will learn to enjoy it,” he promises him, commiserating with his pup as Jesse gnaws at the flawless skin of his shoulder, already taken by the pretty purebred canine beneath him.

Genji shushes Hanzo as he is forced to take Jesse’s knot, and offers him his cock to lap at as he gets filled with his mates load to the brim, the frothy mess dripping out of his abused, gaping hole when Jesse finally pulls free some ten minutes later.

He is there immediately, lapping at the swollen, buttery soft rim, cleaning up his own cream as Hanzo weakly pushes it out again, bearing down to get rid of the hot mess in his belly.

Genji pats his head and down his trembling back. It wouldn’t do for him to do it when he was ready to be bred, but he would make arrangements to ensure the seed would stay where it needed to go instead of Jesse’s greedy belly or Hanzo’s trembling thighs.

Maybe a plug – or some special panties.

1. Cyber all this good just the tip Genji and the shimadacest got me thinking. I’m too much of a bitch to write it, so you get it instead. All i could think about today was Genji with a huge hard on for big sister Hanzo. He sneaks into her room one night to get a little feel, and ends up spending far too long fondling Hanzo’s breasts, ready to bolt at nearly every twitch. He ends up sneaking in nearly every night, convincing himself that it’s okay to stick in just the tip when Hanzo’s drunk or

2. Exhausted from training. it goes on for months, and Hanzo starts complaining about her breasts feeling heavy. So Genji goes to sneak in like normal and starts suckling on them, lining up the tip to push inside. He barely gets inside before milk hits his tongue and he fucking cums on the spot, elated by what he’s done. He cleans her up as best he can and bolts, vowing not to do it again. Hanzo takes him to one side about a week late and confides that she’s missed her period.

3. And Genji goes white as a sheet, not sure if he should try to comfort her or ditch off to his room to rub one out because fuck he got her pregnant. He finally looks at Hanzo properly and realizes that she has a huge grin. Either it’s a scare or the real thing, but Genji has the sudden knowledge that she’s been letting him do it the whole time.

PAGING DR @mujaween HOLY SHIT THIS IS RIGHT UP YOUR ALLEY

FUCK I LOVE THIS A LOT FUUUCKKKKK

I just think Aneki Hanzo is so fucking hot… so ridiculously curvy with such a nice ass that Genji has been getting stiffies for for way too long. And such a good juicy cunt. The first few nights he probably got enough out of it just having the tip of his cock warmed between those fleshy lips, telling himself that it’s not incest as long as he’s not fucking her.

Of course he falls down that rabbit hole so stupidly quick, going farther and farther; fantasizing about coming inside his Aneki and not just hastily jerking off unto her silky pubes or the fat jut of her clit (and fuck Hanzo is always ready for it? Like it’s just always so swollen and needy when he carefully opens her cunt up for his inspection).

I need Aneki Hanzo to be such a slutty sleeper… like with the tiniest robes that slip off the shoulder and show one big, soft tit; or with her legs whorishly spread. maybe with a bottle of sake still in hand :’ ) sloppy girl…

omg Aneki Hanzo doing the pregnancy scare on Genji though… fuuuck. Genji gets so hot at the thought of having planted something in Hanzo’s womb. 

Okami Hanzo domming a coyote pup Mccree? Pls? I need young Mccree with a wreaked pussy and abused tits.

The pup is thin but not emaciated. Sinewy. Scrappy, more like. Not much body fat to warm him, fur too scraggly along his arms and legs in the confused, half-transformed state he is sporting now.

He shivers, getting antsy and trying to shift away, but a low, almost distracted whuff from Hanzo gets him to behave once more, skinny hips lifting into the air, bushy tail out of the way as he presents to the wolf.

Hanzo’s eyes are half-lidded, posture relaxed as he laps at the gorgeous cunt; surprisingly juicy for such a scrappy coyote pup. Fragrant and blooming open under his insistent tongue dragging across swollen lips again and again.

Every now and then he will focus on the thick clit sitting there at their apex, puffy and prominent. It will get Jesse to groan into the dusty ground, hole dilating for a second, insides clenching to work out more of his slick before it will clench down tight again.

The sight is mesmerizing.

Hanzo doesn’t even know if he wants to mount him this time. He likes the nervous, young energy radiating off the coyote – is flattered by the servant-like deference he displayed towards him.

He has yet a lot to learn, naturally, but Hanzo could be swayed to teach him. He thinks his belly would look a lot better, taut and bulging with his young.

I tried writing A/B/O but I’m still bad at it södflkjasdflajfb practice makes perfect and all that jazz… it’s also not quite what I wanted to write in the first place

I wanted there to be a lot more non-con breeding fantasy for Jesse

Jesse had just wanted to… he doesn’t know what he had wanted to. Maybe check up on his boss; just make sure everything was alright. Be a nuisance until he got so deeply under Gabriel’s skin that he got wrestled to the ground again and have all of that heavy, fragrant body pressed to his back.

Something like that. He had forgotten about his vague original plan the moment he had set foot into his boss’ rooms and caught sight of him on his bed; naked and sweating and just on the fine edge between looking fucked out and in unimaginable pain.

“Oh fuck,” Jesse murmured against his palm, hand cupping his mouth, feeling the rough bristles of his beard (the one he started to let purposefully go out of bounds because his team mates were constantly teasing him about trying to look like his idol Reyes).

Reyes was half on his side, one leg pulled up to give himself room to work his fingers into his slick hole, but he didn’t look like an Omega that had a damn good time; he looked like a big, rough, battle hardened warrior that was close to breaking down into tears; eyes open but hazy and dull; belly fluttering in the quick, pumping breaths of an animal in pain.

“Boss?” Jesse asks softly, voice rough and cracking. He takes a wobbling step closer.

.o.

Jesse has a nice cock; long and thick with an ample bush for anybody to get lost in if they wanted to nuzzle into it – but still, it was sleek, and when his boss sees it, he throws his head like an agitated stallion, a fine spray of sweat droplets fanning out from the motion.

He grunts – whimpers – but still struggles up onto his knees, angling his ass up into the air; bowing his back until it looked painful. Offering himself up. Presenting.

His hole is a dark, secret space between his cheeks, beckoning Jesse closer until he can’t help but crawl over him, heart pounding in his chest fast enough to make him nauseous.

He’s only been with an Omega once, and they had been out of heat – and Jesse thinks he has to watch out otherwise Reyes will rip his dick off and use it as a toy until he can prowl down an Alpha that can help him the way he wants.

Jesse noses at the nape of Reyes’ neck and receives a harsh growl as reward. He rears back immediately, chastised; cock nudging against the dripping, feverishly hot hole. Sinking into Reyes is like fucking into liquid iron; he almost thinks it must have to hurt; that he should be howling, but all he does is grunt way back in his throat, lifting onto the balls of his feet – really climbing up onto Reyes’ ass to breed him like a dog on the sidewalk-

Breed.

Jesse’s mind stumbles across the word, trips him up enough that he forgets to fuck for a second, until Reyes yowls beneath him, his whole body shivering in the throes of his passion-pain.

Jesse’s brow furrows, his hips going loose and warm; starting up a shallow rhythm that is designed not to leave Reyes’ body for more than a couple inches.

The Omega seems happy with it; almost purrs, stretching, the stone-hard clench of his belly softening ever so slightly beneath Jesse’s pawing, sweating hand.

Breeding. He’s going to breed Reyes. Nevermind that it is not possible; that both of them are on contraception – he’s going to breed his Omega commander up; get him fat with his young so everybody can see.

He’s gonna fuck him deep and good until he can deposit his cream right where it’s needed; where Reyes’ body can start working with it.

He doesn’t word any of those thoughts; head still carefully held to the side, not trying to flirt out a bite again. 

He’s helplessly submissive to the Omega, but a Beta can still dream…

Sidon felt a sharp thrill of hunter lust as he watched Link through the high grass around the hot spring. He carefully stretched his toes, feeling the warm water current tug deliciously at the thin membrane between them. Now was not the time to get distracted by thoughts of hunting and digging his sharp teeth into soft, soft flesh.

Link was far too precious for something as trivial as that. Still he indulges himself, ducking low, watching the little Hylian through the gently swaying blades of grass. He was so unsuspecting – walking aimlessly around and turning around himself again and again; looking for the place Sidon had indicated, no doubt.

He looked so… innocent.

“Link!” Sidon finally stretches up, arm high, waving towards the savior of the Zora’s. “Link, I am here. Come! Come to me. The water feels marvelous.”

Link beams as he sees him, those expressive blue eyes squinting with his broad grin as he first waves back, and then comes jogging close. Sidon pushed back from the stony shore and lazily swims a few meters backwards, watching as the little Hylian starts shucking his clothes.

.o.

“Do you like your reward, Link?” Sidon whispers, breath hitching as Link’s warm, soft Hylian tongue dances curiously across the barely visible slit between Sidon’s thighs.

The grass is tickling against his crimson scales and he wishes he could feel the water lapping around him just as eagerly as Link was lapping at his pearl white slit, but the Hylian looked so content floating in the water between the Prince’s thighs, he couldn’t make himself move him.

Link’s eyes are mostly closed, their unnervingly bright blue practically shining in cat-like satisfaction as he glances up at the tall Zora Prince – then closes his soft, agile mouth across the little sensitive slit and sucks…

Sidon groans and arches his hips up, head falling back, the fin on the back of his head trailing playfully along the ground. He can feel himself open up beneath the Hylian’s ministrations; his protective little slit opening and showing off the pretty crimson flesh beneath.

He unfurled for his Champion like a flower, thighs spreading farther, slit opening almost comically eager now that it had seemingly made up its mind.

Link curled back in surprise, mouth open and pink looking from dragging his lips across those minuscule scales lining Sidon’s slit. He eyes the new development, fingers coming up and touching, that soft, sensitive flesh, feeling it quiver for him.

Sidon could feel his pupils pull together into thin, barely there lines as he watched. Link looked so small, but his fingers felt good; the tips broad and rough from handling various weapons.

He looked intrigued after a second or two of just looking at Sidon, those clever eyes taking in the Prince’s cock unfurling slowly from within his body, and then the tender little hole beneath.

He swooped in, Hylian mouth open and greedy and so, so soft, closing around Sidon’s cloaca and tonguing it wet and messy; that clever little muscle dancing around the tender edges, then pushing in playfully until Sidon’s sharp nails were digging into the dirt and his cock was out, straining towards link; the sticky tentacle dragging in a loving caress across the Hylian’s forehead.

“Oh… oh Link,” Sidon whined, hips canting upward, cloaca clenching down on Link’s tongue. “You… oh dear.”

The gills along his ribs are moving weakly, overwhelmed by the sensation of the Hylian sucking, sharp and almost mean on his sensitive cloaca, one hand coming up, offering a few fingers to Sidon’s cock – like he was used to it, like he played with Zora every goddamn day – and let it curl around them and hold on in a tight clasp.

“Link,” Sidon whispered faintly. When he moved, his many necklaces dragged across his chest; the sensation was almost too much. He bucked up against the Hylian’s face, shivering, cock squeezing rhythmically around Link’s fingers. “Did you do this to the Princess, too?”

The thought came suddenly to him; like an epiphany. He can see it so clearly in front of his mind’s eye: the guard of the Princess taking care of her every need when out on the rough, beautiful roads of Hyrule. Spending many an hour between her soft, quivering thighs, pleasuring her until her little pink Hylian cunt was puffy and oversensitive.

Oh, he could see it…

“Did you fuck her like this?” he whispers feverishly, hips curling up, cock squeezing. “Just like this? Did you put your clever little mouth on her and brought her just as much pleasure as… as me?”

He liked his own voice – everybody in Zora’s Domain could attest to that – but it became hard to talk. The Champion had started fucking him on his tongue; pushing it into his cloaca deep and messy, fist curling – probably in an accident – around Sidon’s cock and holding onto the wriggling tentacle; fisting it as he tongued against the silky walls of Sidon’s insides.

“Or did you give her your pretty Hylian cock as well?” the Prince asks, voice dipping down; becoming rough. He squeezes down on Link’s tongue, gills flaring as he pulls in a deep breath. “Will you give it to me as well?” he whispers timidly, the need so sudden and deep it almost hurts.

“Please? Please give it to me?”

It had to be madness. There was no way a Hylian’s cock could satisfy someone so much bigger as he – but he had to have it. Now. Immediately. He had to see that small, powerful body move between his thighs.

He had to have the Hylian Champion breed him good and deep and proper.

“Link…”