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🕑 Added 2021-05-27 05:03:01 +0000 UTCHere is a bonus fic for you all! It is the 3rd part of the 4 part werehorse Jesse fic!
McCree/Hanzo – Jesse is a werehorse/shifter that has fallen on bad luck getting caught and injured and being stuck in his horse form where he is used as a rodeo horse and being pretty feral. Hanzo takes a liking to him, though...
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Hanzo does not know what to think when he comes on the field just after the sun has started creeping up over the horizon and instead of King, he sees a man standing there in the dewy grass. Naked and relaxed, arms hanging at his sides and head slightly in his neck as he stares up into the sky.
The other horses are unperturbed. They are standing in a few small clusters all over the field, dozing as they share body warmth in the cool air of a spring morning.
Hanzo’s hand is curled in a white knuckled grip around the wood of the fence, staring at the back of the strange man who is turning his head a little into the air, quite as if he were sniffing it.
A moment later he slowly turns around to face Hanzo. His grip becomes stronger, nails digging into the soft wood as the stranger gives him a close lipped smile and starts to walk toward him in an easy, long legged gait that looks incredibly familiar.
He should say something, but no words really come to mind. He just stares. The stranger is unkempt, hair looking just as wild as the rest of his hirsute body. There are many silvery scars littering his brown skin.
“There you are.”
His voice is deep and drawling. He comes to a halt just out of arm’s reach, dark eyes staring Hanzo down in a surprisingly non-threatening way.
Hanzo keeps staring at him mutely. The stranger tilts his head toward the saddle and headgear slung over Hanzo’s arm. “Is that for me?” he murmurs, voice gone even deeper. There’s a flirtatious note in it that kind of shocks Hanzo out of his stupor. He finally uncurls his stiff fingers from their death grip around the wood and stares mutely at the saddle slung over his arm. He moves and slowly puts it on the fence, hooking the headgear there as well, then curls and uncurls his fingers. It seems as if they should hurt for some reason, but they don’t.
He looks back at the stranger and looks him up and down. He can’t help how his gaze keeps lingering on the hefty cock resting between the stranger’s strong thighs.
When he stares up again, the man is slowly smiling and… it is weird that that is what clues him in, but… his teeth are just the same as King’s. His canines are thick and a bit too long… just like…
“King.”
The smiles becomes even wider and the stranger steps closer, his voice dropping into a deep, intimate drawl as he corrects him: “Jesse.”
Hanzo’s knees feel a bit weak. Maybe he looks like it, too; Jesse steps toward him in one long stride and curls his arm around Hanzo’s back, pulling him in against his naked, warm front. The thick body hair beneath Hanzo’s fingertips feels just like King’s coat.
“I do not… understand.”
“Hmm… you wouldn’t,” Jesse murmurs. He is so damn close, nosing against Hanzo’s ear and murmuring right into it. He’s being way too familiar with Hanzo… but he wouldn’t be able to push him away. Not when he still feels unsteady on his feet and tries to figure out whether this is a dream or not.
“It has taken me a while to recover my strength after I got caught and enslaved by these men you bought me from. But tonight I felt confident that I would be able to manage the transformation.”
Jesse moves his body, easily maneuvering Hanzo until he can press him against the wooden fence. He presses so close that Hanzo’s breath catches. It becomes difficult to… do anything, really. His brain tries to keep up.
Weakly, he utters: “Are you… a Kirin?”
“Close. But not quite.” Jesse’s teeth catch the delicate shell of Hanzo’s ear. “I am more… infectious.”
Hanzo’s back stiffens, his nails lightly scratching against Jesse’s skin.
“A were…”
Jesse chuckles at that. He pushes his hips forward so Hanzo can feel the thick line of his big cock pressing against him. He mouths against the point of Hanzo’s jaw, giving it light nips that excite – and… scare – him.
“I would not hurt you, Hanzo,” Jesse whispers. “Anybody… but you. I have very much enjoyed your care and… attention.”
Jesse grasps Hanzo’s chin and tilts his unresisting head. Hanzo has a moment of just feeling the hot breath wafting against his face, not unlike when King has sniffed at his mouth in the past; and a moment later is overwhelmed by the feeling of Jesse’s wide mouth pressing against his, their hips slotting together in a nice slow rut that has Hanzo reacting despite his better judgement.
Jesse, just as King, feels larger than life. His everything is so… big; starting from the tongue pressing into Hanzo’s mouth and dominating the kiss without much trying and ending in the cock rubbing more and more needy against Hanzo’s legs.
Hanzo is painfully aware of where they are and how there could be any of the stable hands coming to fetch the horses at any moment… yet still he fumbles with his own pants, opening them for Jesse to grope his ass with hands that feel like they are the size of garbage can lids.
Jesse pulls back. Hanzo’s tongue lolls out of his mouth; he feels useless and overwhelmed by this man. This beast, this… creature. He tries to remember all the things he did to King, not knowing he was a man, but his mind keeps shying away from it.
It is not like Jesse appears upset by any of it.
He lifts Hanzo high, letting him wrap his legs around him. There’s a wild grin on his face. Hanzo only has eyes for those teeth. He already thought them strange on the horse… but he had never thought about what they really meant. They look like they could rip a chunk of flesh out of his neck without even trying.
“You will keep taking care of me… won’t you, Hanzo?”
Hanzo nods slowly. He has his arms curled around Jesse’s shoulder, fingers digging deep into his wild, slightly too-long hair. It makes him wonder despite himself what he had been doing tonight as Hanzo had left King with an impeccably groomed mane the other day.
It doesn’t matter. It really doesn’t. Especially when he feels Jesse’s cock pushing up against his hole, warm and intimate and without a question about whether he would be allowed to push inside or not.
If Hanzo is honest, he had given permission a long time ago. Even before Jesse had shown his true nature.
He had, after all, been already wondering just how wide he would have to stretch himself to let King mount up and take him for a ride he undoubtedly would never forget.
Jesse lets gravity work for him. Hanzo’s whole body lights up as his hole stretches incredibly slowly for the intrusion, hands scrabbling against Jesse’s shoulders and his back; nails digging in until Jesse huffs through his nostrils and grits his teeth. Hanzo can feel the ridges he is scratching against, but he can’t keep himself still. Not when he is being speared on Jesse’s ruddy cock and feels like he is held up by nothing but the good will of what is, in the end, a stranger.
Jesse’s muscles are large and warm, bunching rhythmically as he keeps lifting Hanzo to let him drop back down, just a little deeper than before. And deeper. And deeper. Hanzo wants to protest, but his tongue is just uselessly lolling – or occupied by Jesse’s greedy mouth.
His hole burns… but not as much as it should have. His eyes burn, too. More than they should have.
Jesse is overwhelming him. His body is massive and warm, crushing Hanzo against one of the fence posts as he keeps hunching his hips and cramming his cock into Hanzo’s belly. At one point Hanzo can feel the hefty swing of his balls slightly moving against his ass and short circuiting his brain.
Jesse fucks him much like Hanzo had imagined King would fuck. Slow and hard; rutting into him until his brain tells him he can feel the ruddy cock tickling the back of his throat.
He gets his orgasm practically forced out of him. He’s never felt one like this; this pressure pushing unrelenting and almost violent against his insides, building even more strain that made him feel like he was going to implode if there wasn’t something giving soon… and give it did.
Jesse fucks his cum out of him with the same slow, methodical thrusts from before. Hanzo’s eyes might be open but there are too many dark spots in his vision to be able to tell. Jesse fucks him through it and then just continues to dick him.
Hanzo gets the same feeling of infinite energy from him as he did whenever he rode King out into the surrounding countryside for hours on end. It is… frightening to think that he will be fucked by this massive beast for so much more… but Jesse has mercy.
Not ten minutes later his hips stutter and he grunts deep in his chest. He holds Hanzo still, cock pulsing and pumping Hanzo’s guts full while he hangs over Jesse’s shoulders, limp and helpless.
Jesse slowly drags a big hand down Hanzo’s back.
“Thanks for the good time,” he drawls low into Hanzo’s ear. “I look forward to continuing it indefinitely…”
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Cyberrat
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Thanks for writing all of these I loved them, I just had a thought would it be possible to do a follow on sometime in the future of what happens if jesse impregnates a mare and gives birth? I remember we had a chat about it, like I can't imagine it being a regular foal, maybe jess and hanzo raise it as their own? could be cute
