Tag: hanzo/doomfist

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.

My dude you gotta do that softsom!doomfist/Hanzo! Please?~

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Akande shushes Hanzo as he strains against his bindings. The cords are synthetic and smooth, designed for minimal chafing: it allows one to struggle to exhaustion without a single mark to show for it.

At least, not from the ropes.

Hanzo is beautiful, moreso when his defenses are stripped away, piece by piece, reduced as he is to a sweating, flushed mess. His hair, always drawn tight and orderly, curtains his face, disheveled from his struggles, making him appear years younger. The severe line of Hanzo’s mouth slackens, gapes as he pants, high cheekbones blotchy and rouged.

Akande hums and appreciates the view. He cups Hanzo’s chest softly, with gentleness belying his appearance. He catches one of Hanzo’s nipples between a blunt finger and thumb, rolling, tugging, and Hanzo gasps, the flesh grown taut and swollen with his teasing.

“You are so sensitive.” He murmurs, and Hanzo dips his face into his shoulder, eyelashes fluttering, mouth quivering. “Ah, ah.”

The sounds of the toy nestled between Hanzo’s thighs intensifies as Akande swivels the dial on his holopad. Hanzo tenses, cries out, chest heaving, thighs shaking, corded muscles clenching and relaxing, the dragon upon his arm twisting and coiling like a living thing.

“You are to look at me. Do not hide yourself.” And Hanzo struggles, as Akande knew he would. He is a proud warrior, honorable, from a noble family. All things he has in common with Akande himself.

He twists and plucks at Hanzo’s nipples absently, waiting for Hanzo to tilt his chin up, for his eyes to catch his own, drowned in black.

“Very good. You are learning.”

Akande sweeps his large hand down the trembling, sweat-slick curves of Hanzo’s body, mapping his scars, his badges of honor from his struggles, struggles that have made him strong. He twists his fingers in the coarse trail beneath Hanzo’s belly while Hanzo growls, shifting his hips as much as his restraints will allow, hesitant still, even after the hours Akande spent carefully eroding Hanzo’s mental restraints while trapped in physical ones.

The man’s cock bobs, thick and angry, bright red even beneath its glans. He’s bound here too, rope snug behind his heavy balls, tight against the base of his cock. Akande sighs, circles the tip of his finger along his cockhead, smearing the excessive pre-cum gathered there, wayward drops joining the mess already pooled beneath him. Hanzo draws so tight Akande thinks he will pass out, howl caught in his throat, petering out with a harsh, clipped grunt as Akande takes him in hand, just holding him, cradling his short, wet cock. Hanzo quakes, unable to stay still, unable to move properly, the toy buzzing inside him audible only between Hanzo’s labored breaths.

“Are you ready to beg? I know it is hard.” He grabs Hanzo’s chin with his free hand, staring into his face, fixating on the tightness between his brows, the way Hanzo’s eyes shine with unspent, frustrated tears. “Lessons in humility are often the most difficult to overcome.”

Hanzo’s jaw flexes, and Akande feels the power in the motion. Then Hanzo bites his lip, another high-pitched grunt gained when Akande strokes him once, twice, twisting his wrist on the upstroke, catching more spend against his fingers.

He let’s go as Hanzo draws as tight as the bow he wields, cock jumping, hips stuttering, shivery and weak.

“Do not come.” Akande orders, and Hanzo does sob then, once, shaking like a leaf in the onset of a monsoon, the first tears gliding over those noble cheekbones. He grabs for Hanzo’s cock again, grips it harder, strokes it as he would himself, tight and fast, and Hanzo chokes, releasing a sound so anguished Akande nearly feels sorry for him, though it does not stop him from pulling back once more. “Hold it.”

And he knows by the way Hanzo gnashes his teeth, feet scrabbling at the floor, that he has failed. Hanzo sobs as his orgasm hits like a wall; thick spurts of cum catch against his stomach, his chest, his beard, huge biceps flexing, whole body heaving and pained. He cries, low and deep, the sound of a man who has known and lost himself.

It takes many moments for Hanzo’s awareness to return, eyes glassy and face tear-stained. Hanzo licks his lips, staring up at Akande, so open that it momentarily shocks him.

Akande smiles, strokes Hanzo’s slackened lower lip with his thumb like a lover would.

“There are things to be learned from failure.” He murmurs. “Let us continue.”