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Extension October 2020 Drabble #1
🕑 Added 2020-10-31 07:00:02 +0000 UTC(All Tiers can read this one! Happy Halloween!)
Hanzo’s heart is beating so fast he wonders if it will just explode in his chest and have him dead before the creature can… he does not know what it is that the Kirin is about to do. Its maw is open wide, filled to the back with razor sharp teeth. He’s never heard Kirin eating their prey whole, but it’s not like there are many trustworthy tales about them out there…
He is scrabbling at the icy forest floor, trying to grab on to one of the gnarly roots sticking out of the ground to have some leverage and pull his foot out of the slick hold of the creature’s tongue, but there is nothing to be done about it.
The Kirin drags him until he is right in front of its legs. The tongue lets go of him and the maw closes before him. The head is lowered enough that he can stare up close into the inhuman eyes of the monster. It looks intelligent… but not empathetic.
On top of its head, two golden horns are glimmering in the little bit of moonlight that somehow manages to sneak its way through the thick canopy above.
Staring at them, and the glittery silver coat of what looks like scales… Hanzo can understand why the beasts have been hunted to near extinction. They look beautiful. The Kirin huffs and rears its head back. It lifts one of its small, golden hoofs and Hanzo has a heart-stopping split second to wonder if the monster can read thoughts, when the hoof comes down, stomping on the ground between his legs. It feels like his testicles are trying to recede right into his belly.
He has no idea what just happened until cool air hits his nether region. The creature’s sharp hoof has made short work of his pants.
“What-” He has stopped trying to get away. There is no chance for him anyway… The Kirin, up until now, has just played with him. Like a cat chasing its prey just for fun, the monster had pushed him deeper and deeper into the forest where nobody would be able to hear his screams.
The Kirin have assisted our family for centuries, grandmother had said. They are as benevolent as they are selfish. They will lend you their power, Hanzo. When the time is right, that is. And they will take what is their due.
The Kirin opens its mouth yet again, the disturbingly long tongue curling around Hanzo’s middle. He gasps, but his body is limp as he is lifted and shifted around until finally he is deposited over a low-hanging, sturdy branch.
The creature is intelligent. Not empathetic. Hanzo is reminded of it when the world around him gets even darker as the Kirin mounts up. His insides feel like they are freezing over, his heart stopping for a beat or two as the world stands still and his brain tries to come to terms with what is happening right now.
They will take what is their due. Grandmother’s words echo through his head as he feels a massive, warm cock gently tapping against the small of his back.
“No,” he whispers, staring against the forest floor. His body is unresponsive, even when he feels how the flared tip is sliding between his cheeks. Only when it starts pressing against his hole does worry and panic really settle in. He becomes nauseous, his limbs flailing without any semblance of coordination. He never hits the Kirin, though.
Instead what he gets for his trouble are sharp teeth digging first into his bicep, then into his shoulder. Not deep enough to really cause harm, but enough to have warm blood spurt out and soak into his clothes.
Pain radiates from the spot; it had flared bright and then dulled quickly into a low throb that seemed to magically pull all of Hanzo’s attention. The Kirin pulls his teeth out of his flesh, only to change to the other shoulder and bite down yet again. His muddled brain thinks that it is just making sure that he keeps nice and quiet now so it can force itself upon him in peace… but when the cock starts to put pressure on him, and his body just opens up, he begins to wonder if there isn’t something else entirely going on.
The first two bites have stopped throbbing all together and are now just radiating a warmth that is spreading through his body with every pulse of his heart. Poison? Has he been… injected with something? His thoughts start to become dull, and his body seems to… awaken. It becomes putty for the creature’s desires.
His muscles just spread open for it, offering entrance and lovingly molding themselves around the massive shaft; pulling on it like a greedy mouth.
Hanzo has never been fisted but he thinks that this might be how it feels. This impossible spread. This pressure radiating through his abdomen and making it difficult to think straight.
The Kirin bites him once more, this time the back of his neck. It isn’t gripping hard, though. He doesn’t think it is even piercing skin… It just seems to bite him for the pleasure of it because seconds later it pulls away again and searches for a different spot.
All Hanzo can do is… lie there, like a wet shirt that has been put over the branch to dry, waiting for whatever the creature wants to do with him. He’s never felt his intestines like he has now. Maybe whatever poison the Kirin is injecting him with is making him hallucinate, but he thinks he can feel the different curves of his intestines start to move… rearrange themselves to fit make room for the horse cock driving into his belly.
Hanzo groans deep. He tries to talk but his tongue is too swollen for his mouth, just lolling out of his head while his heart is worryingly slow… it pumps leisurely; like it enjoys pushing the thick poison through his veins and making him into the plaything of this beast.
A marionette. A...A… living fleshlight.
Something long and slippery curls around his throat. The Kirin’s tongue. He can’t look behind him but he can imagine it: That long crocodile maw opened wide in an amused grin while the tongue curls tighter and tighter around Hanzo’s neck, choking him and making him flail after all. It’s a pure instinctive reaction to flop like a fish on land and claw at the slimy long appendage around his throat. His whole body convulses, bouncing on the Kirin’s cock. Fucking himself on it. He can feel the warm testicles of the creature sliding against his own.
Just as dark spots start to appear around the edges of his vision, the tight grip of the tongue loosens. Hanzo takes in a wheezing, rattling breath, barely aware of the Kirin pushing in deeper. That last mind-numbing bit that makes Hanzo a bit nauseous, speared on cock in a way he has never been before.
The beast does not let up on him. Its sharp teeth are digging into his clothes and shred them until Hanzo is hanging there almost naked, feeling… bloated. Swollen. Everything around him is spinning and hot and the beast on his back keeps fucking him relentlessly, it’s low grunts of pleasure penetrating his skull and filling his brain with nothing but sex.
They will take what is their due. And they will test you along the way, Hanzo. You will have to prove that you are worthy, or you will wander the forests forever. Becoming wild. Inhuman. Another Kirin.
He groans wordlessly, tongue lolled out of his mouth, drooling on the cold forest floor while the Kirin fucks him with no regard to Hanzo’s wellbeing, it’s fur dragging along his back, golden hoofs digging into the soil. Hanzo stares at them while the branch keeps digging into his belly and makes him feel in a whole different and weird way just how deep the horse cock has speared into him.
His cock is swinging between his trembling thighs, swollen and useless. He does not realize he is hot for all of this until the Kirin twists its long neck and bites him yet again, the pain and pleasure twisting into a delirious maelstrom that has him shoot his load onto the cold forest floor, body pulsing and trembling, eyes rolling up into his head.
The Kirin throws its head back and neighs loud up to the canopy. It sounds more like the screech of a bird of prey. It also sounds victorious.
