I had a good good exchange with @benevolentcannibal where she drew me a cute new profile pic and I wrote her a McGenji fic! She wanted naga McCree bullying nomad Genji into fucking him and that’s what she got ❤ sprinkled in some good good impregnation kink as well.

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By the time Genji had heard the soft, melodic rattling, it had already been too late.

While usually he is proud of his own reflexes and his vast knowledge of the desert, there is nothing that could have saved him from his own utter exhaustion and his naive hope that just this once the desert would be benign enough to let him get away with a small camp and his back to a large rock.

The rattlesnake naga is huge; bigger than any he’s ever seen, and his thickly muscled tail is still toasty warm from the light of the sun that has not quite slipped over the horizon just yet.

He is also good at what he’s doing; clamping Genji’s arms easily to his sides with the bone crushingly heavy tail he’s wrapped around him while rough fingers patiently pat him down and slip all those little deceiving knives out of his pockets and secret places.

Genji’s belly feels tight, mouth gaping in stunned disbelief beneath the cloth covering it as he watches his stashes getting thrown into a little pile just out of reach.

“You are quite thoroughly armed,” the naga purrs. He has a deep voice that seems to rumble even through his tail, and Genji wonders how that works out for him; whether he uses it to attract other naga people like him; makes them follow the vibrations through the sand into their certain doom.

Maybe that’s the reason why he’s gotten so big – he has a natural advantage that lets him laze around and collect fat.

“And you are quite thorough in your search,” he sighs. He feels despondent in light of these new events, his headache pulsing behind his eyeballs and limbs too weak for the overwhelming grip of the thick tail wrapped around him from shoulders to ankles. He is quite sure that it would not take the naga any effort at all to crush him into a paste.

He’d never thought he’d die like this. It does not frighten him as much as he thought it would, but still he feels jittery and nervous, chest growing cold with the knowledge of his certain doom.

“Don’t be like that,” the naga murmurs. The tip of his tail comes up, the rattle pressing beneath Genji’s chin until his head is tipped up. It is a little difficult to tell with the weird twilight they have and his tinted glasses, but from what Genji can see, the naga is not only huge, he is massive. His tail is so long; lapping around itself in thick, muscled loops; wrapped around Genji with still enough length left to easily let the agile tip pat good-naturedly at his cheeks.

“Be like what?” Genji answers a bit clipped. He tries to twist around and look at the naga properly, but there is not much room to play for him, wrapped up like he is. When the naga realizes he is trying to get a look, he helpfully moves from behind him.

“You act like prey… don’t be afraid,” he tells him with a syrupy slow drawl, but Genji is distracted from the words for a moment, staring at him speechlessly… and maybe a little needy because it’s been a while since Genji has been in good company, and the naga is… delicious.

He is thick and hairy, as big as the rest of his massive sand colored tail suggests, and when Genji can only stare in stunned silence he seems to take it as the almost shocked lust it is and goddamn preens, teeth glinting white in the mess of his thick beard.

Genji hears the rattle of his tail click gently next to his ear, like the coquettish cluck of a tongue and then feels it worm its way gently beneath his helmet, looking for a way to push it up and away. While the naga works, he finds his words again, voice a bit faint as he rasps: “I am prey… shouldn’t I act like it?”

The naga hums low and drawn out, scratching through the beard along his jaw thoughtfully while his tail is still working slow and patient, the scales warm whenever they brush Genji’s strong jaw. He starts to suspect the naga is playing with him more than anything else.

“Who said you are?”

Genji stares at him, and it is then that the tail finally shoves his helmet off of his head. He doesn’t hear it hit the rock behind him or the thump of it falling into the sand. He figures the naga has caught it somewhere in the endless loops of his massive tail.

Genji starts wondering how he could have ever snuck up on him. He has to be visible from miles away.

“You are going to break all my bones and then eat me,” Genji finally murmurs when his brain picks up again. He wants to sound more snide about it, but he is exhausted and tired – and he can’t stop staring at the naga’s wide shoulders and strong, hairy chest. It almost seems… scandalous, somehow, that he should be this hairy. Brutish and sophisticated looking at the same time.

The naga makes a sound like purring as he sways closer until Genji can smell him: warm and dry like the desert he inhabits.

“Gorgeous,” the creature coos, the deep purring clicks of his voice accompanied by the dry clicks of his tail whose tip is wagging back and forth in an almost canine-like fashion. At the very least, he seems to be in a good mood, though Genji couldn’t say whether that’s a good prospect for his own well-being.

“What’s your name?”

The naga is close enough that Genji can make out the deep black of his slitted pupils within the dark brown of his irises. When he reaches for his face, Genji almost flinches back before he can make himself stay still and face his doom. All that happens, however, is that the creature cards his thick, blunt fingers through his hair and smiles wider. Close like this, Genji can see the little gaps in the upper row of teeth where he’s folded his sharp fangs back.

They’re minuscule; just big enough to let the needle sharp teeth snap into place, yet the sight makes Genji shudder, belly aching.

“Genji,” he asks with a rasp. He does not see a reason to deny his captor his name; anything else just seems petty, and while Genji isn’t very mature to begin with – as Hanzo is fond of reminding him whenever he sneaks back into the palace – he prides himself on not being a bad loser at the very least.

The naga hums. He is still so very close, his scaly, thick hips swaying and twisting gently as if in a dance.

“Genji…” he says slowly, his voice dropping a little deeper still; seemingly pure bass that rumbles through Genji and has him gasp despite his fear, nipples going hard and sensitive. The naga’s eyes crinkle at the corners. He braces himself with both hands against the large rock at Genji’s back, thickly muscled arms bracketing his head. “I like the sound of your name… It sounds nice. Gen-ji…”

He draws it out, his warm breath puffing across Genji’s face. Close like this, he can’t see the naga’s mouth anymore, but he still thinks about those little gaps in the row of his teeth. Wonders how it would feel if he slipped his tongue behind them and touched those very deadly fangs…

“My name is Jesse.”

Jesse does not seem to think much of personal space. Genji can still feel him gently swaying – dancing – for him, and his face is doing the same; just a smooth little left and right motion that is soothing him and making his belly unclench from the tight, frightful fist it has balled itself into.

“Jesse…” he breathes, and the naga hums again, tilts his head and gently rubs his cheek against Genji’s.

“I don’t want to hurt you, Genji. It’s not in my nature to crush my prey, I’ll have you know. But I found it keeps more still if I give it less opportunity to… squirm.”

Genji has trouble keeping up. He feels dazed and a bit feverish; as if Jesse’s already bitten him. Or maybe it is his massive, muscled tail that’s wrapped so very thoroughly and securely around him and still radiates the heat of the desert as it quickly starts to cool around them.

“Then you like to play with your prey?” Genji murmurs back against the naga’s ear. Jesse has wild long hair that’s tickling his nose and cheek.

Jesse chuckles and Genji closes his eyes, willing his cock to stop being so very interested in his impending doom. It presses against the tough muscle of the tail and he wonders just how sensitive naga’s tails are; just how well Jesse can feel what is happening on every inch of his massive body.

When Jesse makes that purring noise once more, his tail rippling around Genji, he thinks he’s gotten his answer to that one.

“I do like to play,” Jesse condedes, dry lips dragging along Genji’s scruffy jaw, his warm, forked tongue slipping out to tickle at his chin. “But you are a special kind of prey… The kind that I am not going to kill and eat.”

Genji shudders and he can’t help it that his hips shift forward, pressing his cock against the warm, living restraints, little stars exploding behind his eyelids. When did he close his eyes?

Jesse is massive and warm and everywhere around him, filling his aching head with that warm, deep voice of his and supporting his tired body in its entirety.

“And I’m supposed to believe that?”

The tail shifts a bit and before Genji can figure out which part of him has been laid bare, Jesse is already grabbing for his wrist and pulling his arm out a bit.

“Feel for yourself,” he purrs, pressing Genji’s palm against the solid bump of his belly. At first all Genji can feel is warm skin and thick, coarse hair until the naga mutters: “I already ate, right?”

It is true; Genji can feel how very full he is. The knowledge makes him squirmy and needy, his own voice dipping low and becoming rough with need as he asks: “So what is it you want?”

Jesse makes his curious little dance again before he shifts Genji’s hand; lets it slide down the nicely full belly until Genji feels the silky warm beginning of his scales, and then still a little deeper – until Genji’s fingertips bump against a silky soft… mound that opens up like a pretty slit, the insides wet to the point of being slimy.

Jesse’s eyes flutter closed and his mouth drops open as he leans his forehead against Genji’s. Genji wishes he could look down at what he is touching, but, being so very well versed in all things cunt he thinks he can deduce well enough.

“Oh?” he whispers, breath a little puff of hot air against Jesse’s face. He tries to squirm his arm farther out, give himself more room to work with, and Jesse’s tail accommodates him.

There’s a little wriggling thing right at the apex of the naga’s slit. At first Genji thinks it has to be some sort of clit, thumb gently brushing it and rounding it until Jesse is whining long and deep like one of those rare male sirens from the sea; but the little wriggling thing grows longer, slips out of the naga’s body, joined by a twin, curling shyly around Genji’s wrist, the skin hot and silky and slippery.

They’re his cocks he thinks almost hysterically. His cocks that are seemingly just as agile as his goddamn tail because they tug his hand to slip even lower; feel up his slimy slit until his fingers suddenly dip into a velvety hole.

Genji’s mouth drops open in a stupid little ‘o’ of surprise, his fingers working on muscle memory alone as he stupidly, brazenly simply starts fingerfucking the naga.

Jesse grunts and lets his head fall back. His mouth is open and Genji can see the bone white glint of his fangs folded against the roof of his mouth.

“That what you want?” Genji rasps and Jesse’s lower body undulates in his little dance. He fucks himself against Genji’s fingers.

“‘M ready for young,” Jesse purrs, his dark eyes looking as glassy and feverish as Genji feels. “Want you to put some eggs inside me. Want some pretty youngs from you…”

His hands are slipping amorously through Genji’s hair, pulling his head forward and cradling it against his wide, strong chest while his lower body keeps undulating, his twin cocks slipping against Genji’s forearm.Genji does his best in the restricted range he has to fuck him on his fingers, spreading them wide to feel the slimy warm walls squeeze down on him.

The tip of Jesse’s tail rattles out a funny little beat as if he remembers every few seconds that he has it, and Genji can’t help but mouth at a nipple that’s right there.

The naga’s fingers spasm against his scalp, then tighten just this side of painful and pull him back. Jesse’s pupils have expanded; he almost looks drugged up as he leans down, trembling hands clumsily pulling at Genji’s clothes.

“Why don’t you let me go?” Genji murmurs, “I could do all of that work…”

But Jesse don’t wants to hear any of it. In fact, he hisses at Genji, his massive tail tightening to the point of pain for a second before loosening up again. In his greed for cock he becomes more feral, and Genji realizes with a trickle of shame that the danger does not keep his dick from leaping into Jesse’s warm, dry palm when he finally manages to rip the last bit of fabric to the side.

“Good,” he purrs, voice so deep it does not sound human anymore. For a moment it looks like he wants to swoop down; get to know Genji’s dick on a personal level – but then he doesn’t. Instead, the sheer endless loops of his tail shift and slither, rearranging him around Genji while Genji marvels at just how intelligent the naga is; how he’s adapted multiple hunting strategies from other species – from the squeezing to the hypnotizing dance to his intelligent speech – and seems to lose all of it when that primal imperative of breeding kicks in.

When Jesse shifts closer this time, Genji’s belly has been freed from one heavy curl of tail to give the naga better reach of his cock.

He seems clumsy in his greed, hugging Genji’s head to his chest with both arms, rubbing his cheek against the top of his head, but when he finally lets himself sink down, he’s managed to line the slippery gape of his cloaca up perfectly with Genji’s bobbing, needy dick.

“Gonna have some pretty babies from you,” Jesse purrs, a bit dream like. His hips don’t move much – but his insides do. They screw down on Genji’s cock until it’s on the razor sharp edge to pain, and start to ripple and squirm; trying to milk him with single-minded neediness.

“Gonna use your cum and put it into some nice big eggs. Nice big eggs for nice, strong babes.”

Jesse’s tongue slithers out, tickling the shell of Genji’s ear. He is helplessly pinned to the spot. All he can do is feel and receive, and the naga’s words are doing something fucked up with his head; make him think about how much he loves to be used like this; like nothing more than a toy fit to put some eggs into this powerful creature’s belly.

He squeezes his eyes shut, thinking about how in a few months Jesse would be writhing in the hot sand, grunting as he presses out one big, full egg after the other from the silky little fuck hole that he’s stuffing full of Genji’s dick right now.

Maybe it is some primal part in Genji that is preening at the thought of such a strong mate. Maybe it is the fact that there are tears of overstimulation prickling at the corners of his eyes from the harsh grip Jesse’s strong inner muscles have on his cock – but he does not fight the forced coupling.

The naga is… well. He is probably as gentle as he can be. He keeps petting Genji’s hair, purring and rattling the tip of his tail, but it is clear that for all that he’s been enamored with Genji earlier, in his mind he’s been reduced to little more than a nice big dick and a good partner for his clutch.

His twin cocks are rubbing against Genji’s belly. They’ve somehow managed to slip beneath the fabric of his protective armor and are dragging along his skin, slippery, slimy, hot in a way that makes him feel like he is going to be feeling the phantom touch of the naga’s cocks for years to come.

“Give me your cum,” Jesse croons, his thick hips starting to jerk just a bit, fucking his cloaca along Genji’s cock, and Genji suspects he is either about to come – or is already doing so; thick, viscous liquid squirting against him as Jesse grunts and his inner muscles work. “Come on, come on… fill me up nice. Make me some strong babes…”

His big hands are pawing restlessly at Genji; feeling him up and petting him everywhere he can reach. He is not sure if it is an accident or whether the naga has knowledge of this, too, but suddenly his big, warm hand curls around Genji’s testicles and tugs just so – and Genji comes, stars exploding behind his eyelids and mouth open wide against the side of Jesse’s neck. Maybe he bites him, he honestly can’t tell; but he can feel Jesse surge against him anew, his cloaca squeezing and milking like the eager little mouth of a calf on it’s mother’s teat, and it is all too much too hard too good.

.o.

When Genji awakes come morning, he has to lie there for a moment longer, blinking blearily into the slowly brightening sky and wondering why his whole body aches.

The knowledge comes back sudden and full and he jerks upright, looking around in a white hot panic – but the huge rattlesnake naga is nowhere to be found.

He’d be inclined to think it was all just a fever dream, but the soreness of his pelvis speaks of another story altogether.

Genji wonders if the naga got his wish and will have pretty, strong babes.