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Patreon Comp – Fic #89 – McCree/Hanzo – drabble cont – rough sex; oviposition; humiliation – Otherworldly
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McCree/Hanzo/Tentaclemonster – Jesse and Hanzo unwittingly ran into the tentacles of a monster who proceeds to pump them full of eggs...
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He is not just seeing things. He can feel those same orbs in his own guts now. One by one the tentacles seem to push the little balls into them until their presence is indisputable. When he looks down, past his hairy pecs, Jesse can see his belly distending with the… the things inside him.
Just like with Hanzo, he can see their individual shapes even. It is almost scarier than the sensation itself: being filled little by little until unnoticeable became very much noticeable becomes slowly but surely unbearable.
His hips feel full and strangely hot. He feels stuffed like a Christmas goose and from the sight of Hanzo hanging limp in his own bindings he thinks that the sentiment is very much shared.
The tentacles start to curl around their sides, slip-sliding over their bodies and leaving snail trails of slick behind. Jesse is so full he can only pant in little bursts. The way he has been twisted onto his back in mid air, legs spread to show Hanzo the hairy crack of his ass and the heavy droop of his balls, he feels like he is in labor.
He can’t do a damn thing to get out of the miserable situation they’re currently in. He doesn’t have the strength to fight against the creature that has them in their clutches, and his weapon is lying some twenty feet beneath them.
Ahead of him he can hear Hanzo gurgling wet. The creature hasn’t fucked his throat again but there is still purple slime bubbling over his bottom lip when he lifts his head to stare at Jesse. His eyes mirror the same desperate desolation that Jesse feels.
They’re well and truly… fucked.
The tentacles keep curling around their bodies, touching them wholly unnecessarily in Jesse’s opinion. He can see one of the more slender ones curving itself around one of Hanzo’s meaty pectorals and giving it a squeeze that looks almost… loving…?
Hanzo’s eyes flutter shut. His head tilts back again, showing off his thick throat and how his Adam’s Apple is trembling as he groans. The little tentacle is still cupping his pec, and an even smaller is coming gently circling his peach pink nipple.
Jesse’s mouth opens in lax surprise but no sound emerges. Between his thighs, a tentacle emerges, briefly playing with the loose, swollen muscle of his rim, then slipping even further up to curl lovingly – there is no other term for it – around Jesse’s heavy ball sac, gently cradling it. It is like it is weighing the fat orbs in its grasp while more tentacles curl beneath his arms and tug playfully at the thick fur there. The sensation is zinging through his body and giving him all kinds of weird… feelings.
Where the creature that they stumbled upon in this godforsaken mineshaft had been starting off feeling angry and frantic, it now gave off an almost indulgent air. Maybe monsters from another dimension could get pent up as well. Maybe now that the thing has finally gotten to shot its load it was amenable to gentle its prey through the rest of the procedures. It definitely looks like it is appreciating the warm, tight bodies in its grasp, exploring with the gentleness of a lover.
Jesse has no time to become embarrassed about his slowly filling cock, though, because the… the clutch he has in his guts is suddenly starting to… move. He grunts, head jerking up and chin hitting his collar bones as he stares at his belly. He can… see them move. How the hard balls outlined through his abdominal wall are starting to shift.
His belly twists nervously in on itself. He feels all queasy; like he has to puke or some shit. He can feel one of the round e...eggs… drop into his lower intestines. His face bursts out in flames, the shame washing hot through his body in nauseating waves. He struggles all anew with a fierceness the creature had not been prepared for.
For just a second he can kick his legs free and his lower body falls so he is dangling from his arms. Like this he realizes that whatever that weird slick is Hanzo and him have been pumped full of, it has caused him to lose his …
Something just… falls out of him. He can’t see what it is but he can see Hanzo’s dark, rudely intelligent eyes follow its fall. Jesse is absolutely mortified. He wants to crawl into a little crevice and die but the tentacles are back on him, ensnaring his legs and pulling him back into position.
Hanzo across from him, gets the same treatment this time. They stare at each other helplessly, faces flushed a splotchy humiliated red. If the creature is angry with him for kicking his way out of its grasp and losing one of its brood, there’s no reaction to show it. The extra tentacles are still there, curving around their bodies, caressing them.
He can see on Hanzo’s face that he is trying just as much as him to just hold on to the shifting mass in his guts, but the monster is having none of that.
The tentacles shift and curl around their bellies, starting up a squeezing downward motion that makes Jesse feel like a goddamn giant tube of toothpaste. Hanzo grunts and clenches his fists tightly, his head falling back, the tendons on his neck standing out sharply.
“McCree!” he barks while Jesse tries his damndest to keep his hole clenched despite it being swollen and slick from getting reamed earlier.
“What?!” he grunts back, voice shot to all hell. His thighs are trembling with the effort, his anger rising when he feels himself losing the battle.
“Don’t-” Hanzo croaks out, licks his lips and curls and uncurls his fingers into fists, then continues with a panicked crack in his tone: “Don’t look!”
Jesse wants to snort, but he doesn’t have the wherewithal; not when he feels himself lose the fight with his muscles and feels the first round, golf ball sized egg plop out of him. Or… maybe the second.
Hanzo makes a strangled sound of pure animal hate; enough to have Jesse look up despite himself to watch as beneath the heavy drape of Hanzo’s dark swollen testicles his hole opens for a smooth egg, depositing it into the writhing mass of wet limbs below them.
The stretch is negligible; especially with how swollen and sloppy their holes are now after they had gotten fucked so thoroughly.
He realizes with a weird stretching sensation in his belly that Hanzo is hard. His cock is trapped on the crease of his thigh, his foreskin just long enough to still trap the tip in it without a helping hand to drag it down.
Of course, Jesse is one to talk. He can’t deny his own arousal practically forced upon him by the insistent pressure on his prostate and the downright loving fondling he has received by the writhing creature.
One more egg slips out of him. He imagines them lined up neatly all throughout the twists and turns of his intestines. He has no idea how much are inside him, but they’re enough to show the outline in his belly still.
Hanzo’s hole once again is filled with the pearly white mass. Jesse is not even pretending that he is not looking despite Hanzo’s sharply barked order. If they survive this, Shimada will definitely kill him.
They lose their fight over and over again. The more they debase themselves, the… easier it becomes. Or the more they just… grow dull to it. Jesse’s toes curl and stretch out as he lets his head fall back and groans fuck it.
He stops fighting, hanging in the tentacles grasps and just lets the sensation of his hole getting stretched again and again by the eggs wash through him and built the latent arousal that had been burning in his guts the whole time.
It’s like those love beads a former lover of his had used once. The feeling is weird and a bit alien but not… painful. Anything but, really. He doesn’t know whether Shimada heard him or is even paying attention to him, but if he knows what is good he’ll just drop the act as well and give this damned creature what it wants.
The moment Jesse stops protesting and plays along, the tentacle around his middle stops squeezing him and forcing the eggs out. Instead it curls between his thighs and around his cock where the little suckers do very weird things to his dick. Very weird, very exciting things. It’s like a hundred little insistent mouths sucking wet and needy against him, popping off, then suckling on again.
“Disgusting,” he can hear Hanzo grunt, but when he lifts his head to look, he too is hanging limp in his bonds and lets himself get… serviced.
They do not look at each other after this. Jesse will be able to live through the indignity, but he thinks Hanzo will be willing to pay a steep price to keep him nice and quiet so he won’t go and reenact the downright animalistic cry ripping out of Hanzo’s throat when he comes, a few more eggs popping out of him more forcefully as his insides clench, thick ropes of cum splashing onto his jerking belly.
