McCree/76/Reaper – Continuation of this – werewolves!Jesse and Gabriel; transman 76; use of the word cunt (and also dick); PIV; overstimulation; sloppy seconds; mention of watersports; oral
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When Jesse finally pulls out, it is accompanied by a punched-out grunt from the Soldier and a deluge of watery cum that is being pushed out of his inflamed feeling hole. It seems like an obscene amount is dribbling back out of his stretched-out cunt, sliding down and warming his cock that is still painfully stiff and needy despite him having come on Jesse’s cock with a deep, aching orgasm centered right where the werewolf’s long cock had lodged inside his guts.
Jack lets his head hang, panting, tongue near lolling as he lets himself slide down onto his hands and knees. Both wolves were too big to comfortably mount him while kneeling down, but also too heavy for him to properly carry when forced onto the balls of his feet.
Getting fucked by Jesse and Reyes during their transformation is always a push and pull between utter addiction and bone-deep exhaustion.
He feels tacky, and only part of it is from sweat. He has to reek from Gabriel’s piss, but he can’t even smell it anymore. He glances towards the doors of the safe room, but everything is blurry and it is difficult to concentrate on much besides the way his cunt tries to contract again when it has been stretched out on Jesse’s fat doggy knot and will remain so for a considerable while yet.
He is suitably sure that the doors should be sufficient in blocking out the thick stench of dog, sex, and… piss.
He hopes so, at least.
A warm, silky tongue against his cheek, jerks him out of his muddled thoughts. He groans and tries to turn his head away, but Jesse is insistent, nudging his way in and searching for it until Jack has to capitulate with a broken whine, mouth half open and tongue lolling as he lets himself get kissed by an amorous werewolf. Jesse’s tongue is warm and soft and filling his mouth deep enough to make him choke on it. The wolf doesn’t care about him drooling, and he’s suitably sure the man wouldn’t care either. Jesse does not care about a lot of things as long as he gets to put his big dick into a warm, willing hole and can snuggle up to whoever he is humping.
Jesse is licking into his mouth again, deep and intrusive, when he jerks from a second tongue at his aching, fucked-out cunt. He’s forgotten about Gabriel. The werewolf has taken up Jesse’s place and sniffed interestedly at the warm, messy space still dripping with Jesse’s cum before deciding to have a taste of it.
Jack whines, blearily staring into nothingness as big, warm wolf tongues fill him from front and back, his cock getting bathed and occasionally gently cradled in the soft canine tongue as Gabriel seemingly tries to lick all the cum out of him that has been deposited in his aching guts by Jesse’s deep, enthusiastic humping.
When Jesse finally lets him be, Jack feels… wrecked. His biceps are shaking miserably, body already on the verge of collapse even though the night is still young and he’s only had Jesse so far.
For a second he wonders – hopes – in his muddled thoughts that Gabriel might not want to mount up; that he does not appreciate the sloppy seconds that Jesse has left for him…
But then a warm, furry weight descends on his back, and shatters the illusion. Gabriel is just as massive as Jesse is, but he is more willing to accommodate Jack’s fatigue, so when Jack tries and fails to make his trembling muscles work and push his ass up for a new breeding, Gabriel nips at the back of his neck and presses down until his arms slide out from under him and he has to lie his head on the floor with a quiet wheeze.
Gabriel’s cock is hot and wet whenever it hits the backs of his thighs. It leaves wet dabs on his skin, and whenever it comes close to Jack’s cunt, he flinches automatically away; he feels raw and swollen, like Gabriel will never be able to fit that monster cock into him, but every now and again their cocks touch and he can feel the electricity from having Gabriel’s overly hot wolf cock slap against his own swollen dick into the very tips of his toes.
Then finally, Gabriel’s cock catches at the aching rim of his hole, and he pushes in deep with one rushed thrust, obviously chasing it before Jack can curl his hips away again. Jack throws his head back on a rough scream, nerve endings alight as his insides squeeze down on Gabriel’s wolf cock. His walls are so swollen Gabriel feels twice as thick as usual as he makes place inside Jack’s warm guts.
With his head up, he also sees that Jesse has laid himself down in front of him, easily rolled onto his side to present his red, wet cock as he lifts his hind leg, his big eyes managing to look both begging and *expecting*.
Jack, reeking of wolf piss and being rocked on another fat cock as Gabriel dicks him with surprisingly patient movements, can’t even dredge up the inspiration to put up a fight. He sighs and lowers his head between Jesse’s hind legs, thinking somewhere in the back of his head how nice it had been of Jesse to come close enough that Jack does not have to move much to suck his own juices off the big warm canine cock.
Jesse tastes salty and musky, pre-cum still dribbling – or dribbling *again* – from the tapered tip as Jack slowly laps down towards the furry sheathe. He would like to pop the tender looking knot into his mouth; just a nice little cherry size now, but before he can get there, it has slipped back into the warm enclosure of Jesse’s sheathe, and Jack can’t muster up the coordination needed to reach for it with a hand.
Gabriel on his back is fucking with awkward tilting motions that are probably owed to him having to bend down to dick Jack, but he is diligently at it all the same.
They might look ferocious, and their thought processes might not be all that logical all the time – neither are Jack’s at the moment, come to think of it – but they are a lot more intelligent than people would give them credit for.
Gabriel, for example, is dragging his warm tongue along Jack’s broad shoulders whenever he can feel his insides tense and tremble, clenching down all of a sudden when the sleek canine cock hits a particularly sore spot that Jesse had worked over already.
They are as nice about the whole thing as can be, Jack supposes, deliriously lapping at Jesse’s dick. He tries to suck him off eventually, but all he manages is to offer up his loose mouth as a warm hole, liberally drooling as Jesse awkwardly humps against the inside of his cheek, whining pitifully because he is a lazy bastard.
Jack’s thighs feel raw, his cock so swollen it *hurts*. His body starts fucking awkwardly, humping a bit as if trying to drive into a nicely cushioned hole himself, but the fact that there is no friction whatsoever besides the insistent mind-numbing pressure caused by Gabriel’s dick is making him surprisingly whiney.
He always gets like that when he’s out of it. It is embarrassing; humiliating, even, but he can’t help his usually deep, rough voice to become all simpering and high, his cunt *aching* and his ass and cock too neglected.
Every now and then, Jesse manages to awkwardly hump deep enough to make him gag with wet, clicking glottal sounds that seem to excite the big, young wolf because every time it happens, it is followed by a mouth full of watery dog cum that dribbles out of the side of Jack’s lax mouth.
Damn, but he’s a mess. Every time he thinks he has his shit together, but they always prove him wrong within *minutes*.
Everything seems hot and swollen, and a delicious kind of panic from being constantly filled on both ends makes him a bit light headed and trembling.
When Gabriel hops off of him, he doesn’t even realize it until cold air washes across his back. He is confused; suitably sure that Gabriel hasn’t knotted and pumped him full yet, but then again he’s so fucked out that he’s taken to putting his head on Jesse’s warm, furry belly and letting him hump against his cheek and temple without doing much.
And then he feels it: Gabriel’s tongue between his legs, studiously licking from his aching, neglected cock up to his asshole where he focuses, trying to push that soft tongue in while Jack feels sloppy and used up, his bladder so full that he dazedly wonders how much his wolves would like it if he just pissed himself right now.
Good old Gabriel. Always looking out for his brother-in-arms. The pup still has a lot to learn how to maintain their willing fucktoy.