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Patreon Compilation – Fic #22 – McHanzo – Demon!Hanzo; Hunter!McCree; Demon cock; Blowjob; Size Difference – Little Red Hunter Riding
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The human is still trying to struggle his way out of Hanzo’s grip so he can fall face first onto his cock, and while it is somewhat amusing, Hanzo does not intend on letting him just have his way. He changes his grip up until his fingers are fisted in the shaggy hair of the little human.
The hunter groans in what Hanzo realizes is pain, but neither of them pays it much mind. If anything, the hunter’s cherry red mouth gets wetter. He’s salivating like a dog, his dark eyes fixed on Hanzo’s cock in his fist, and his lewd disregard of his own safety is… oddly exciting for the Oni.
He’s never met a human so in blatant need of a dicking. One that is shamelessly begging for it and so very unconcerned with the size and shape of what Hanzo has to offer him.
Hanzo breathes out long and hard, his hot breath ruffling the dirty bangs hanging into the hunter’s eyes. He digs his thumb harder beneath one of the fleshy frills, urging a bit of liquid out from between the warm, fattening folds of skin.
He carefully bends his cock somewhat to the side, shifting and twisting his wrist so the human can see the silky liquid glistening on the pad of his thumb where he is gently massaging it from one of the glands hidden along his dick.
“Holy…” The human sounds wrecked; voice rough and cracking as he wiggles pathetically and tries to pull his arms out of the steel that Hanzo has wrapped them up in. Hanzo hums thoughtfully, head tilting to the side as he lets go of his cock and sits back up, imperiously staring down at the little human who stares at his drooping dick like a starving man before finally lifting his gaze and returning Hanzo’s white-eyed stare.
He closes his mouth with an audible slap, his tongue coming out to lick his lips. Hanzo watches him do it; stares at the pink little slip of muscle.
It has been a long while since he’s last felt a pretty little mouth like that; Onis are not necessarily suited towards sucking cock, and Succubi are not worth the effort most of the time to appease their wild egos just to have a needy little hole suckling his juices out of him.
A human, though… And a willing one at that-
“What is your name?” Hanzo purrs. He lifts his now free hand, scratching one sharp claw beneath the hunter’s chin. He can see his nostrils flare as the human inhales the smell of his cock still clinging to his fingers. He’s going cross-eyed as he tries to look at the wetness still glinting on Hanzo’s thumb, and Hanzo is almost offended with how easy this creature is for it.
He’s never met someone as hungry for dick.
He begins to wonder if the hunter is just hot for monsters in general or for Hanzo in particular… In any case, it does not matter much. It is more rewarding to have a willing little toy bounce on what he has to offer instead of having to deal with their scratching and crying and struggling, or with a Succubus’ insufferable gloating.
“Little human,” he purrs, gently shaking the hunter with the grip he has on his hair after he’s failed to answer. “What. Is. Your. Name.”
He enunciates every word clearly and carefully, speaking slow so the stupid creature will understand through the fog of need that seems to have clouded his mind.
The scruffy face twists like he’s in agony, then he sighs and finally sits up under his own steam, even though it looks like it physically hurts him to pull away more than necessary from the object of his desire.
“McCree. Jesse McCree.” He drawls, his gaze travelling down to Hanzo’s cock fat and prominent between his massive thighs. “At your service.”
Hanzo snorts and gently shakes the human once more via the grip he has on him. He is kind of like a lovable mutt, he supposes. Cheeky, but endearingly so.
“Are you in need of some… attention, Mr. Jesse McCree?” Hanzo murmurs. He carefully eases up on the grip he has on the hunter’s hair, watching him as he stays sitting for the moment.
The human, insolent as he is, throws Hanzo a toothy grin.
“Oh, sugar. I quite thought that you were in need of some attention. ‘N I’m very much inclined to give that to ya.”
“Are you now.” Hanzo looks down his nose, unimpressed at the cheekiness of what should have become his meal… or might still become it if his performance was not to Hanzo’s liking. He does have to admit, though, that McCree’s obvious infatuation with Hanzo’s cock intrigues him no small amount. He’s never met a human that has not only been not afraid of the heft and girth of Hanzo’s cock, but been actively seeking it out.
“I think…” Hanzo murmurs eventually, one sharp claw coming up beneath McCree’s chin to tip it up from where it has been angling towards his chest once more, eyes fixed on the wet, blue-ish head of Hanzo’s cock, “...that I will let you play for a while. If I enjoy what you are offering, I might want to let you live. If I am bored… well.”
He pointedly tilts his head towards the large bloody stone slab further into his cave.
McCree shudders but Hanzo has the weird realization that he can’t tell whether he is afraid… or aroused.
.o.
The human does not possess any of his weapons after Hanzo had carefully stripped them from his person, still, he is a bit apprehensive as he finally unties his arms from the chains. Humans are notoriously crafty, and he wouldn’t put it past him to have some form of tincture or powder hidden away in secret compartments to throw into Hanzo’s face and have him crumble helplessly to the floor. However, the one crumbling immediately to the floor, is the hunter himself.
He positively dives for Hanzo’s cock, his hands curling around the base, fingers immediately careful but curious as they touch the fleshy frills, feeling the silky texture and warmth radiating off of them the longer he tugs and tickles.
The longer he is on his belly, head bowed across Hanzo’s cock, tonguing the soft frills and pushing his way between them to stimulate the little glands hidden between their folds, Hanzo realizes that McCree possesses neither shame nor dignity.
He is greedier than any succubus, mouth open wide, fingers fanned out to touch and taste as much of the demon’s cock as possible. His eyes are open but unseeing, wet and dark as he tries and somehow succeeds to fuck his throat on what is a way too fat cock.
He is violating himself, willingly and eagerly, and Hanzo can just watch with a kind of slack-jawed awe while his huge hands curl into fists at his sides to keep himself from grabbing him and doing something that even the enthusiastic little hunter’s throat wouldn’t be able to handle.
While Hanzo does not particularly care about whether a human lives or dies, he does have to admit that being catered to so enthusiastically and downright… lovingly, does have its perks. Perks that would vanish were he to kill the hunter on his cock.
So he stays put and lets him play, mouth falling open and chest heaving as McCree starts to downright snuggle with his cock, pressing it against his scruffy cheeks and rubbing it into the coarse hair there until his beard is tacky and sticky with Hanzo’s fluids.
He has both hands around Hanzo’s cock, fingers slipping flirtatiously beneath the frills along the shaft, urging them to fatten up and show him just how impossibly fat it can become, and Hanzo is sore tempted to let him get away with it just for the sheer enthusiasm of the hunter, but McCree here, too, is one step ahead of him.
He’s wriggling out of his garments, his pants hitting the floor with a jingle of the multiple heavy belts thad had been wrapped around his hips, and as Hanzo watches, head tilted to the side in interest, McCree uses the fingers he has positively drenched in the silky fluids from Hanzo’s cock, to reach behind him and start working himself open.
Hanzo just keeps watching him. He is quiet despite the hunter murmuring constantly, lewd commentary on how he can’t wait to fuck himself on the demon’s massive cock. Hanzo is intrigued by the little human’s recklessness. Does he think he will be able to take him? Does he actually believe it?
He wonders how much his tune will change once Hanzo’s cock is starting to press into him. He might not even realize his mistake at first; the fleshy frills can be soft and squishy, easy to shove into a warm, silky hole with just enough determination.
But once they are inside and plumping up; spreading apart and plugging Hanzo inside the trembling, tight passage, he is quite sure he will realize the mistake he’s made.
Hanzo grins slowly, leaning back on his arms and huffing through his nose as he just watches the cheeky hunter walk into his doom with seeing eyes.
What a quaint little creature.
Comments
Cyberrat
!!!!! heeeeck yesssss
DarlinKahn
IM SLAMMIN THAT NUT BUTTON
