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Patreon Compilation – Fic #44 – Hanzo + Jack + Zenyatta/Overwatch Males – shapeshifter AU; breeding bitches; mindbreak – We Love You
🕑 Added 2019-10-02 07:00:02 +0000 UTCThe pack has been keeping watch on Shimada for a while. It was Doomfist that recognized the human from his previous life, and it had been Mako who suggested that having two breeding bitches was all nice and well, but one of them was already getting old, and the other was a sweet little thing of a human and not exactly able to take the big ones like him – nevermind breeding him with their pups.
They couldn’t even say that Shimada has been encroaching on their territory as it was them that had started to widen their terrain and as a result stumbled upon the little oasis that the man has made his personal little haven from the nerve wracking life as an heir, it seems.
They can’t all be having an eye on him; their pack has gotten too big to move in one group, so they take turns keeping their other bitches entertained back in their hideout and observing the potential new one whenever he crawls out far enough to make his way into the little spring, clothes neatly stacked to one side.
He is small yet sturdy with wide shoulders and big, strong hands. His face has a constant, fierce scowl but the way he moves is… Coquettish. As if he knew that he is being watched and shows off just for them.
It’s whorish, really; the way he bathes, putting himself into the water just up to the tops of his thighs, showing off his tight body and the silky looking fleece of his pubes. He’ll cup his pecs, head tilted forward, watching himself slowly dragging his thumbs across the stiff little peaks of his nipples.
His tits are nice and meaty; enough so that they have a satisfying jiggle to them when he moves. He is vain about them, too; pressing them together to create a luxurious little valley that looks perfect for cock.
He touches himself as if he is showing himself off to an audience he doesn’t know is real. He’ll lean back against one of the larger boulders and drag his hands along his body, tight and perfect from years of diligent training.
Hell reach just beneath the surface of the cool water and curl a hand around his cock – pretty and sturdy as the rest of him but of no use once they have taken him into their fold.
They have waited long enough. So they strike.
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Hanzo groans softly when he wakes. He tries to blink his eyes open but it is of no use; everything is still blurry after the hit he received to his head. He tries to lift one hand and gingerly test for blood at the back of his head but finds that his wrists are bound together.
His stomach cramps when he also realizes that there is a kind of… block hindering him from reaching down into his self and shifting into a wolf. The immediate fear he feels is offset by the sound sound of shifting and the spicy, unmistakable scent of coupling.
He shudders and slowly shifts his head from left to right, rubbing his eyes against his forearm while he tries to make sense of the situation. He had just been bathing when… everything went black.
He lifts his head again and slowly blinks his eyes open once more. The light in… here… wherever that is… is quite dim. His head is still pounding but the ache is slowly but surely receding.
There are moving shapes in front of him. When his eyes focus on them he flushes before he can help it, goosebumps rising all over his body.
There are two men being mounted like animals; one old and big with hard muscles that make him look like a soldier, the other young and supple with a plump little mouth and long, slim limbs.
Their eyes look vacant, mouths hanging open as they are fucked on a bed of furs. They are not shifted but they still look strangely animalistic as they kneel on all fours and tilt their hips up into the breeding they are receiving.
There is a mess of slick and cum drying on the insides of their thighs. Hanzo flushes dully, his ears filled with the roar of his blood as he can’t help but watch.
The men on their backs are mid-shift, their mouths hanging open and showing off rows of sharp teeth.
Hanzo watches them rutting with a kind of morbid curiosity. It is not like the men trapped on the cocks fucking into them look distressed. Their eyes are vacant with an almost dreamy quality as they offer up their holes for the taking.
The one on the younger one suddenly stops his harsh, sharp rabbit thrusts and grinds in deep. The young man beneath him cries out softly as if in pain, but his long, slender cock is looking impossibly, painfully hard. Hanzo can see a continuous string of clear, sticky liquid drooling from the tip and down on the ratty furs.
He shifts slightly, feeling a bit more in control of his whole body, and braces his bound hands against the floor to help him get on his knees and get a bit more agency of the whole situation.
“You are awake,” a voice behind him croons. Hanzo freezes, then feels the warm breath of another person against his back. With a sinking sensation in his gut he becomes aware that he is naked. He is still staring at the two… two breeding bitches in front of him. There is no other way to put it; they look delirious getting pumped full of cum and being spread out on their knots.
The young one looks too slender to take a fully grown knot; like tying oneself to him would rip him open irreversibly, but as the other man is hanging onto him, clearly coming down from his high of orgasming and binding himself to him, the little mare does not look like he is in impossible pain.
“Do you like them?” The voice behind Hanzo croons. A large body shoves itself over his back, large arms bracketing him in. They’re hirsute and scarred, and when Hanzo tries to slip away hurriedly and bring space between him and whatever maniac has creeped up on him, he has to find out that they are fast, too, as one large hand clamps down on his shoulder to keep him put.
He turns his head finally, ostensibly to look at the man behind him, but to also have a look at his surroundings and find out how to best escape.
They are in a cave it seems; there’s the large mouth of the opening just a few meters to the side. The other two men do not look like they are bound by anything, unlike Hanzo who is figuring out with a sluggish brain that his ankles are bound as well.
“Ye’re not as well trained as they are, yet. But you will be free in no time,” the man at Hanzo’s back tells him. He bears down and lets Hanzo feel the long, hot line of his cock snuggling between his ass cheeks.
Hanzo’s head is spinning. He has trouble making sense of everything; the fact that the man is apparently a mind reader does not help to make everything less disorienting.
“Ah… No need to be afraid. You’ve got a mild concussion. Not easy to think with that, is it?”
No, it is not. The man is moving distractingly, gently fucking what feels like a very big cock through Hanzo’s cheeks, the tip leaving little baps of sticky moisture on his tailbone every now and then.
“It’s not complicated,” the man on his back croons. There are more shapes shifting around in Hanzo’s peripheral and as he turns his head he sees two more men, both gigantuan in their own right; one impossibly fat, the other impossibly tall and muscular, and Hanzo’s balls immediately try retreating. No amount of training in his family could have prepared him for a situation such as this.
The man on his back leans down and scrapes teeth that are a little too long for a normal human along the top knob of Hanzo’s spine.
“We simply needed another bitch,” he croons, affirming what Hanzo had feared.
“You’ll love it. Jack and Zenyatta certainly do…”
Hanzo’s gaze is automatically drawn back to the other two. The old bitch is lolling his tongue as he gets bred by a similarly big and muscular man who is curling his hips with a sensuality that makes Hanzo’s nipples stand at attention. It looks like the man’s cock has to reach impossibly deep to breed the old man up, and he immediately… wants it.
He closes his eyes tight and shakes his head in a bid to make himself think, but the man on his back keeps gently rocking and fucking against him.
“I’m Jesse,” he croons against Hanzo’s ear, his voice so distracting; it’s syrupy and deep and seemingly reaching deep into Hanzo.
“We’ve watched you… and we love you very much… you’re going to be such a nice addition.”
Hanzo bites on his tongue to hold back a whimper but his cock… stirs.
