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The Zoroark’s knot is massive. As Hanzo starts to come down from his own orgasmic high, it begins to dawn on him just how wide he’s stretched around that fist sized bulge lodged inside his guts. He shifts his legs a little but they feel weak like overcooked noodles so he just stops it and… hangs there.

Quite literally. All that is keeping him remotely in the position he’s in is the Pokémon cock speared into his stomach. Thankfully it at least has stopped pumping him full of even more liquid… his belly is currently sloshing with it, straining from the unfamiliar stretch.

The Zoroark does not seem alarmed. It keeps shifting a little, ostensibly testing whether its knot has gone down enough to finally pull out of the bitch it had impregnated so cunningly-

When there is a soft whistle from the wide open doorflap of the tent.

“Well I’ll be. Ain’t that a sight for sore eyes. The Pokémon we’ve been lookin’ for and my lover with his ass full of dick. An’ here I was thinkin’ earlier today would’ve been enough for ya. Seems there’s always some time for a nice exotic kinda cock, huh? Figures.”

Hanzo closes his eyes. He wonders whether Cassidy will vanish again if he just wishes for it hard enough, but a peek around his bicep shows that the bastard is still there, blotting out the sun with his wide, sturdy body. He can’t see the expression on his face; he does not need to in order to just know he’s got that stupid grin of his plastered on his face.

“It… it disguised itself as you,” Hanzo rasps out in a weak kind of apology. Just to explain how he came to be with his ass in the air, filled with Pokémon cock. That he didn’t just do it on a whim-

There’s a beat of silence before Cole speaks again, an odd intonation to his voice when he says: “So it tricked you into this?”

Hanzo can hear the shuffle of his knees on the tent floor. He tries to peer behind him but it’s difficult enough as is to not move too much so his full, sloshing belly wouldn’t start swinging.

The Zoroark does not seem perturbed by the sudden presence of the other human. It just keeps panting, tongue lolling out so far it keeps dragging across Hanzo’s shoulders and drooling on him.

That is… until it suddenly yips and everything goes quiet.

“Gotta say… it got a nice pussy for itself,” Cole’s voice floats to his ears. “Got a fat, pink rim…”

The Zoroark is panting again, twisting around on top of Hanzo to see what Cole is doing. The motion makes its knot, still fat and still substantial, tug on Hanzo’s own hole. His muscles lock up in the sweetest kind of cramp, insides immediately trying to squeeze out the copious amounts of cum currently stretching his insides to their limits.

All he manages to do, though, is give himself the weirdest kind of feedback loop that makes his head feel fuzzy and his cock twitch in pathetic interest.

He can hear Cole spitting and feel Zoroark shifting forward, deeper into him. Hanzo’s arms shoot out, trying to brace himself against the tent wall, his eyes going wide.

Voice gone high-pitched and a little scratchy he demands to know: “What are you doing?!”

But he knows it even before Cole answers: “Fuckin’ the Zoroark.”

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To be quite honest, Cole hadn’t thought that they would even manage to find a Zoroark in the first place. They’re damn elusive critters and even if they aren’t posing as other Pokémon they’re usually too fast to even throw a Pokéball at them.

He hadn’t really put in any effort into looking for the thing, more interested in getting his dick wet with Hanzo any chance he got.

And now it’s here, dicking his bitch and thinking it can get away with it. When he puts his glans against the fat ring of its asshole, the Zoroark lets its head flop back on its surprisingly long neck, looking at him up-side-down. There’s a second of them just staring at each other and Cassidy wondering if the Pokémon will defend itself – but then its maw opens and its tongue flops out as it pants.

Waiting for him to deep-dick it maybe? Or just waiting to see what he will do? It looks like it doesn’t really believe he will fuck it.

He mirrors its grin, slow and lazy.

“Bummer ya ain’t got a tail I can hold on to. But that mane will do. Ain’t like you can get away, knotted to my  boyfriend, huh?” he drawls at it, fist grabbing into the soft, thick mane generously draped across the Pokémon’s back.

The Zoroark’s ears twitch. Maybe it is thinking about Cassidy’s words. Or maybe Hanzo who is whimpering in a decidedly cock-dumb way has been clenching down on its dick again.

It doesn’t matter. He pushes inside; nice and slow and without any shame about what he is doing. The Zoroark starts growling at the first real stretch to its cunt but once Cole gives the mane a sharp tug, it peters off quickly, licking its chops and just staring at him while he rocks his cock deeper and deeper into the elusive Pokémon.

“Ya take it like a champ,” he murmurs. “I’m kinda impressed. Ya had a nice fat hole but I didn’t think it’d stretch like that for my dick. Maybe you’re used to the treatment, huh? Did ya specialize in goin’ around and fuckin’ other guys’ bitches? You been watchin’ us, tryin’ to figure out who likes it more up the ass? Though I s’pose with him it’s pretty obvious. He’s so greedy for dick, you can see it in his face.”

Hanzo’s head briefly snaps up at that. He looks like he wants to be a mean little bitch again and start arguing, but one sharp thrust of Cole’s hips rattling through both Pokémon and man has him quiet down real quick again.

He leans forward, trying to curl an arm around Zoroark’s hips – then remembers that Hanzo is still there; still kneeling underneath it, speared on its cock after he got pranked and fucked like a bitch.

Well isn’t that just funny? Well isn’t that just dandy? He already knows that he won’t ever let him live it down. Maybe he’s going to use this little mishap to coerce him into spreading his legs. He bets it’s going to be just so easy; just a little look at Hanzo will know to be a good boy unless he wants Cole to go around and regale this funny little happenstance to anybody who half cares to listen…

So Cole curls his arm around Hanzo’s hips instead while bottoming out in the Pokémon’s cunt, feeling it moving around the base of its dick until he can hear the smacking little sounds its rim makes.

“Well damn, babydoll… feels like that thing really did knock you up,” he drawls, hand cupping the gut Hanzo has suddenly developed. It is squishy in his palm, distended by copious amounts of cum, some of which is his own load he put into him earlier that day.

“Maybe he fucked an egg right into yer guts and impregnated it too. Wouldn’t that be fuckin’ funny? You waddlin’ around with a Pokémon egg lodged in your belly? Would have to explain ta people how that happened. How ya were so fuckin’ horny you couldn’t figure out the difference between a disguised Pokémon an’ your stud. How ya just had to spread your legs even tho I pumped one out into you just a couple hours ago.

It’s what ya get for bein’ a nasty whore, I s’pose. A nice fat baby belly.”

Hanzo inhales shakily. He has his head ducked, presumably so Cole won’t see his blitzed out expression from getting bred up by a Pokémon. His words come slow when he replies, probably because he has to focus on not stuttering while still spread on a fat knot: “I will kill you when this is over, Cassidy. You absolute moron.”

Cole, not particularly perturbed, jerks his hips forward, causing the Zoroark to yip in surprise as it is squeezed between his and Hanzo’s hips. Hanzo throws his head back on a sharp gasp, nerve endings lighting up all anew at the new sensation.

Ah… he’ll have forgotten all about his murderous thoughts once Cole is done with the both of them.

Zoroark, lacking a tail that Cole can use, at least has that mane of his that he can really wrap around his forearm while he fucks it in deep, unhurried thrusts.

That is not to say that he is slow as he drags his cock through its barely-prepared cunt. He just doesn’t let himself get hurried along by either Hanzo’s whining and begging or the Zoroark’s throaty grunts as he spears into it over and over again.

He only spat on its plump asshole earlier but there has to be something working along inside its body because there is a lot more wetness coating his shaft and making the breeding that much easier.

How fun that is. How interesting. He might have to contact Sombra and let her know – she has been researching Pokémon breeding behaviors as far as he can remember. Wouldn’t surprise him in the least if she had used the opportunity to get her pussy filled with some Pokémon dick while she was at it. It’s just that she couldn’t know about this particular aspect of their mating behavior.

He tilts his upper body back, putting a tighter pull on the Zoroark’s mane. Like this, he has some better reach with his hips which are nice and loose as they pump against the Pokémon’s ass, squeezing his fat cock into its guts over and over again.

Cole just wishes he had some kind of mirror so he could watch the whole thing unfold from a side-view. The way Hanzo’s belly had felt in his hand, he is suitably sure it is jiggling nice and eager with every little tremor.

The Zoroark itself is surprisingly docile through the whole experience. It keeps panting, long tongue lolling out of the side of its snout, dripping drool onto Hanzo – which Cole loves fiendishly, given the fact that he’s always so prim and proper like a damn cat.

It has yet to try and get away from his fat cock, too; just taking the dicking that Cole is dishing out, its already plump hole now swollen obscenely.

“That’s what you get for fucking a bitch that ain’t yours to take,” he drawls. “Gonna make sure every Pokémon in the vicinity will know you got deep dicked by a human with a big cock. Your cunt’ll be a damn stop sign for all those other beasties out there. A nice little warning not to try and put their cocks into holes that they don’t belong to.”

He leans forward again, pressing his back against the Pokémon’s while his hips start up a faster staccato. Breathlessly he growls: “That how you fucked him? Huh? Dicked him like a little bitch? Got him to bite his damn tongue because you pumped him so fast? Fuck… yeah I bet you did. Would’ve loved to see that.

Ya hear, babe? I would’ve fuckin’ loved to see you gettin’ your cunt spread on Pokémon dick!”

He chuckles, leaning back up. Both Hanzo and Zoroark are panting in tandem; fast and fucked-out. Maybe Hanzo’s tongue is lolling as well. Just two brainless whores getting stuffed on dick.

Cole can feel an orgasm starting to brew, muscles growing tight in his loins – so he slows down, lets himself breathe through it. Calming down so he would be able to grunt fuck the Zoroark some more; maybe prolong the time that it can keep up with the fat knot that keeps Hanzo nice and tied down.

Nice and tame for Cole to get away with all this shit.

Once he feels like he can go for a bit longer, he starts up again; a nice slow motion of his hips this time; watching his cock as it slides out of the tight grip of the hot Pokémon ass until his glans is pulling on the rim from the inside. He teases the Zoroark with the thought of him pulling out, then starts to slide back in once more.

“Maybe it’s going to follow us around from now on? Maybe your pussy was so good that it feels like it has to keep breeding you up, babydoll? Don’t you think that would be… interesting?”

Hanzo makes a low sound. He sounds like if he weren’t speared on Pokémon cock and filled to the absolute brim with cum, he would start strangling Cole. He might still be going to do it later; once the knot has gone down enough that Zoroark’s cock can slide out on an absolute deluge of cum.

Meanwhile the Zoroark is so… tame about it. So accepting. In fact, when Cole does not move fast enough, it twists its head around again to stare at him with its eyes hooded and its panting maw so close that he could just…

Well he could just-

He licks his lips, hips pushing in again until the soft fur is pressed against his skin, then leans in to press a sloppy kiss against Zoroark’s maw. There’s not a moment of hesitation from the Pokémon; its long tongue immediately slides between his lips, dragging against the roof of his mouth and pushing so far back that he is goddamn choking on it.

Cole closes his eyes, fingers digging into the sides of Zoroark’s face while his cock is flexing hard inside the tight grip of its insides. He can’t believe how hot this Pokémon is for its own rape. He does not think for a second that he would have gotten anywhere close to sticking his dick inside if it weren’t bound to Hanzo, but now it seems to thoroughly enjoy the treatment.

The subtle burn of Cole’s cock deep dicking its slick insides. The stretch that comes with it.

He has to pull back at some point. Drool is slipping from the corners of his mouth, dark spots dancing in his vision until he can finally pull more oxygen into his lungs. The Zoroark looks like it wants to keep kissing but he pulls out of reach of its searching maw.

“Fuck, you really are a slut, aren’t you?” he rasps. His hips are fucking faster again. He can feel the orgasm starting to build once more, prickling along his spine and digging its nails in at the back of his neck. He knows it won’t be calmed down again this time. He knows that he will come, and it will be one of the best experiences of his goddamn life to empty his balls in a Zoroark.

“Maybe you’re even more of a slut than the bitch you’re knotting right now,” he continues, voice low and wrecked, hips pumping faster and faster as he really lays into the Zoroark. “But that doesn’t mean you can just take another man’s whore, you know? That doesn’t mean you can just stick your nasty, hot Pokémon dick in because the bimbo didn’t recognize you for what you were. He is mine. Mine to pump full of cum. Mine to try and breed up.”

He’s sounding like a bratty child. He knows that. But he just can’t help it; not when he’s balls deep inside a Zoroark with his lover whining down beneath from the sensations of cum sloshing around his intestines.

Cole wonders whether he can catch the Zoroark after this. Maybe it will come with them on its own free will. He kind of enjoys the thought.

Not as much as he enjoys his orgasm, though, when he finally lets go, a low roar rumbling from his throat as he rams into the Zoroark one last time, his aching cock twitching and breeder balls pumping out a hot, fat load into it.

But the best thing of it all… the best thing of it all might be hearing Hanzo whining like the whore he is through yet another orgasm as he got railed by proxy through the Zoroark; it’s fat knot tugging and shifting in his desperately stretched hole all but forcing him into a pathetically dry orgasm.

Hanzo’s… discussions with Mister Cole Cassidy are about to come to an end. Which is all well and fine. They have spent almost a fortnight in this hotel, trying to iron out the particulars of what a partnership between Deadlock and the Shimada Clan might be able to look like.

He does not really know what they end up discussing. His thoughts keep shifting toward that night in the supply closet. To the easy way in which this old Alpha offered himself up to be mounted and bred by him. To how good it had felt to grunt fuck this man and not have to hold back.

There hasn’t been anything else happening, though. Where Hanzo had at first been worried that Cassidy might be blundering and bumbling and get them both killed, he had to find out that he is entirely too good at pretending like nothing at all has happened. He’s still jovial and still very… touchy-feely, but other than that, he keeps to himself.

All the while his mere scent is driving Hanzo wild. He finds himself leaning into the older Alpha, head tilted to subtly scent his neck, or get a whiff of his body odor. He can feel it sliding down the back of his tongue, warm and fragrant.

He wants it again. He wants him again; and Cassidy denying him like this is hitting him harder than he would like to admit.

Hanzo Shimada never gets denied. He gets whatever he wants, whenever he wants it. And if it is a hairy, stinking brute of an Alpha that is already amassing gray pubes and wrinkles, then he will have him.

There are no guards stationed outside of his room. Of course there aren’t. Deadlock isn’t as sophisticated a group as the Shimada Clan. Their slutty outreach Alpha doesn’t amount to anything inside their hierarchy, that much is obvious to him.

He picks the lock and slips inside before anybody walking past behind him, amiably talking is even aware that he does not, in fact, have a keycard for the room.

He pulls the door shut behind him and cuts out the din of conversation. All that is left are the soft moans floating out of the open bedroom door. Hanzo’s mouth runs dry, the base of his cock tingling distractingly. He remembers Cassidy’s words from two weeks ago. How casually he commented on him not having knotted.

They have been circling his brain obsessively. He’s been dreaming about it. Of that dingy little space, suffocatingly hot and filled with the old Alpha’s stench… and him rabbit fucking away and knotting that tight Alpha whole wrapped so perfectly around him.

The closer he comes to the bedroom, the more clearly he can hear wet slicking sounds mixing in with those throaty, low moans. Does Cassidy have company? Is he fucking a little Omega bitch while Hanzo is driving himself mad with lust over another Alpha?

Hackles raising, he takes his last step into the doorframe to see that… no. There is nobody else in the room. Just Cassidy on the bed, deliciously naked with his ass nice and high in the air.

It seems to be a preferred position for him. Submitting himself. Debasing himself as an Alpha by showing off everything that he has to offer.

His fat breeder balls are right there between his muscular thighs; swinging gently as he fucks himself with a toy.

Hanzo swallows thickly. His heart is pumping fast in his chest as he watches Cassidy spear a fake cock into his juicy Alpha cunt. The fake slick he’s used to somehow squeeze the toy inside himself is glistening liberally around his hole, the hair sticking wet to his skin.

He truly is a whore. He had not just been pretending for Hanzo’s sake. For the sake of the symbiosis of their organizations. He really is into getting his hole fucked. Into pressing his chest against whatever surface is available, trying to get his ass up nice and high-

Hanzo’s arm shoots out to the side, fist slamming on the lightswitch. He can’t see properly. The lighting in this room is just as bad as it had been in the supply closet and he needs to properly see this unfolding. He needs to see every little graying hair curling on the old bastard’s body.

Cassidy flinches as the light suddenly turns on. He has trouble coordinating his body what with his shoulders against the mattress and his arm thrust between his thighs to hold the toy.

“What the-”

His wrist starts to go lax, the fake cock beginning to slip out of his glistening, grasping hole…

Hanzo is on him in a second. A low, warning growl spilling forth, he grabs the base of the cock and rams it back inside Cassidy deep as it will go.

The old Alpha grunts, his back arching down, though not to present this time. His muscles coil; he looks ready to fight back; so Hanzo grabs his wrist and pulls his arm even further between his legs, hobbling him completely.

“The fuck are you-” the strained growl cuts off suddenly once Cole manages to turn his head enough to peer behind him. “...Shimada?”

“Don’t look so surprised. You must have known that I would come and get what is mine sooner or later,” Hanzo replies, forcing his voice into a steady, silky cadence. He doesn’t want Cassidy to know how excited he is for this. He doesn’t want him to know that his cock is already drooling into his underwear, his knot unformed but tingling.

Oh and speaking of knot… He can feel buttons against his his palm. He slowly lets go, watching the fake dick slide back out of Cassidy’s clenching insides. He can see the button that is there for vibrations… and he can see one that is clearly labeled ‘inflation’.

He swallows thickly. Grabbing a hold of the toy to stop it from completely slipping out of Cassidy’s body, thumb slowly dragging over the body.

“An inflatable toy… you really like it, don’t you? Getting fucked and dominated by Alphas.”

Cassidy closes his eyes and turns his head away again, exhaling roughly. His rigid body begins to relax once more, the arm that Hanzo is still holding on to tightly stops trying to pull away from him as he just accepts that he is not going to get out of this.

He is submitting to Hanzo beautifully and the rush of endorphins that produces inside him, seeing this older Alpha go all but belly up for him is really getting to his head. He lets go of Cassidy’s wrist and starts to open up his pants.

“‘Course I like it… I love it, even,” Cole murmurs. His deep voice is rumbling through the bed. He’s so sturdy, so much Alpha that it is giving Hanzo whiplash about how into this he seems to be. “I love it so much that I’m wonderin’ when you’ll start fuckin’ me again with that toy… cause I got myself nice and high on it and I really want to shoot my load an’ get it nice an’ deep into this mattress before I leave the hotel tomorrow.”

Hanzo swallows thickly. He starts to fuck Cassidy on the toy; a smooth back-and-forth motion, nothing big, nothing wild – as his thumb keeps idly rubbing across that innocuous little button on its base.

Cole groans, his knees shifting apart a little more. Opening himself up for the fucking.

“Yeah… damn, that’s the ticket. Got a service top in ya after all, huh?”

Hanzo’s mouth twitches. While the praise is getting him surprisingly warm and tingly inside, he can’t very well have his reputation be tarnished, now, can he?

“We’ll see about that,” he drawls – then presses the button.

That easy, submissive air about Cassidy changes when he hears the hum of the toy springing to life and feels it slowly inflating the fake knot at its base.

It’s not that he starts fighting him or even tries to get away from it; his aura just changes. It becomes more intense, as does the scent he exudes as he gasps and shifts his arms up until he can tightly grip on to the sheets of the bed on each side of his head.

“Fuck… fuck that’s- ah, it’s so soon-” he rasps, half a whine in his voice that sounds so Omega that it gets Hanzo’s blood pumping. He leans forward, hand grabbing a tight hold of the back of Cassidy’s neck, holding on and pressing him down as if the old Alpha has fighting his knotting. His other hand pushes the cock in deeper, mean and ruthless, popping the half-inflated knot in past his straining rim. Like this, he can manipulate the rigid toy as well; rotate it inside the other Alpha’s spasming insides and make him feel even more full than he already is.

That gets Cassidy to fighting for the first time; not a lot, not in a way that would get him away from Hanzo, but he pushes against the grip on his neck and growls deep in his throat. His back curls upward, hips hunching in as if trying to pull them away from Hanzo’s unrelenting shove of the toy…

Hanzo presses himself against his side, his legs unwittingly around the other Alpha’s muscular thigh, cock pressed against it. He can feel the muscles through the fabric; he can feel them trembling with concealed power – and as he humps him; as he makes the old Alpha feel his desperate erection straining against his body, Cassidy relents once more.

His back slowly arches downward again, his hips lifting nice and high, albeit a bit hesitantly.

He submits so beautifully that Hanzo feels like he is about to go cross-eyed; like he is about to pop his own knot and cream his pants like a goddamn pup because this massive Alpha with the aura of a pack leader is just being so slutty and submissive and whining on the fake knot as if it were the first time one was forced into his sloppy Alpha pussy.

When the last bone seems to melt out of Cassidy, he speaks again, speech a little slurred and muffled by the mattress that he has half-turned his face into: “God you’re such a mean bastard, ain’t ya? You treatin’ any Omega like that? Just ram your knot into them and shit?”

Hanzo slowly licks his lips. He is unrepentantly humping Cassidy’s thigh; hips pumping against him nice and slow.

“Not Omegas, no… but you can take it, can’t you? You’ve been gagging for my knot last time.” He thinks about it briefly before continuing with a throaty voice: “Literally. You’re a nasty whore, Cassidy. I felt… unappreciated when you did not come to me and begged for a repeat performance. I do not enjoy feeling unappreciated.”

Cassidy shudders, visible goosebumps breaking out on his skin, all that thick body hair lifting up a little. He barks out a single laugh, slowly twisting his head around again to peer at Hanzo. “I bet you don’t. Little Alphas with a big dominance complex never like not bein’ the center of attention. You’re lucky you’re so damn pretty, lad…”

Hanzo should be furious about the way Cassidy dares to talk to him… but he can’t help being fascinated. His mouth opens a little as he scents the old guy without really thinking about it; tongue moving to press his flavor against the roof of his mouth.

Cassidy’s hole is so wet and relaxed looking despite the fat knot lodged right behind it. Every now and then it clenches down a little and produces the lewdest, wettest sound that Hanzo has ever heard. It grabs him right by his hind brain and makes him go a little dumber each time he hears it.

“Ye’re not the first Alpha wantin’ to dominate me. ‘Twas a lot easier when I was still a scrawny li’l pup myself… but you sure are givin’ it a lot of effort. I like that… I gotta admit.”

Hanzo is too impatient to really think about his words. He is so horny that it feels like he’s going into rut, his knot aching and tender even though it is nowhere near swelling yet. He fumbles the toy, thumb pressing the button again to let it deflate while he works with his other hand to get his dick out of the slick, hot prison of his underwear.

It’s alright, though. It means he doesn’t have to wait too long. He is shifting behind Cole already, hand going back to his neck after he got himself out of his pants, then sliding down his spine with his nails gently scratching at his skin.

It’s an easy move that he regularly uses for Omegas to get them to loosen up their muscles and lift their hips higher for a breeding… he did not expect it to work so wonderfully on an Alpha. Whoever trained Cassidy did a nice job, really.

He grunts in what sounds like protest but he moves even so; getting his hairy ass up higher into the air, his spine bending beautifully (albeit rather noisily as it cracks once, eliciting a satisfied groan from the old Alpha).

The toy is still humming, still carefully and slowly deflating the knot – but Hanzo doesn’t have any time to wait around for it. His blood is boiling and Cassidy’s Alpha stench is everywhere. It is too intense. It is driving him up a wall and makes him want to fight.

He rips the toy out of him the second it is physically possible to do so.

Cassidy shouts out. In surprise? In pain? His whole body rocks forward, voice hoarse as he all but sobs: “Fuck! F-Fuck you mean little sonoffa-” He cuts off there; it sounds like he’s bitten down on his own tongue as his body shudders so hard that Hanzo wonders if the old guy is having a stroke or something from getting his rim wrenched open by a barely deflated fake knot.

His mouth runs dry, hand clenched in a white-knuckled grip around the toy, staring at Cassidy’s hole just there; open and loose… it takes him way too long to notice how his perineum is visibly pulsating, and even longer to see the massive breeder balls of the old Alpha tight and high – as tight and as high as they will go, anyway – to his body, cock pumping out a fat orgasm onto the sheets.

Cassidy is biting the blanket. Hanzo can hear ripping sounds underneath the other Alphas sobs while he is working his way through a violent orgasm.

Hanzo doesn’t think he’s ever seen or heard anything that is quite as hot as an Alpha forced into an orgasm.

He doesn’t let Cole calm down from it. He doesn’t even wait for his orgasm to end – instead he is on him in a second, the warm, wet toy falling from his hand to the bed. Forgotten. He blankets Cassidy’s back, pressing him down, riding out his struggles and hunching his hips forward in blind greed like an animal. Despite Cassidy’s gaping, supple hole, it takes him two tries to finally push his cock’s nose up against his soft pussy.

Once he’s figured it out, though, there is no turning back any longer. He wants to bite Cole’s neck as he rams home inside him, but Cassidy is a tall son of a bitch and while Hanzo is muscular and stocky himself, he just can’t reach like this.

At least Cole stops struggling so much once he got a real cock inside his guts. Once he feels the heat of a proper dick, coupled with an Alpha showing him his place, he calms down nicely. Even goes so far as to groan for him and settle down, chest pressed against the mattress.

Hanzo has never before fucked a freshly knotted hole. He doesn’t know if an Omega would feel just like this either, this hot and incredibly soft inside; just a suggestion of muscles weakly trying to grip on to him. He just wishes there were some slick inside Cassidy that he could fuck into a frothy mess…

Oh well. He’ll just have to provide his own. It’s not like he doesn’t have the stamina to go multiple rounds, after all. And now that he’s got Cassidy to submit to him like the bitch he is, he doesn’t need to put in a lot of work anymore, either.

Hanzo’s hips keep slapping against Cole’s hairy ass in a soft ‘pap pap pap’ staccato that is almost drowned out be the older Alpha’s throaty groaning.

His face is turned just in a way that lets Hanzo see how blissed out he is on his dick; eyes rolling up into his head, mouth open and drooling. He looks like he is having the time of his life being underneath another Alpha and letting him use his cunt like a fleshlight.

He looks like he might start to get mouthy if Hanzo weren’t going to provide him with a nice, bone-deep fuck.

As if to confirm his foggy-brained suspicions, Cassidy starts to rouse. He moves, somehow getting his arms into some semblance of working order that lets him push himself up on all fours while Hanzo is practically lying on his back, fucking like some kind of pup that just freshly came into its own damn dick and figured out how to use it.

“Fuck… yeah… yeah, give it to me good-”

The whole situation is surreal. Hanzo almost produces a thought that he should maybe stop this and do… something, but the vague notion goes as quickly as it moved through his brain. His hips are too hot, too loose. His cock keeps flexing and his knot is aching to lock them together. To make sure and drive home that he is the Alpha here and Cassidy is nothing but a submissive bitch.

It’s difficult to achieve, though, when the other Alpha is all for it. Despite his earlier rough sobs and protests, he is now carrying Hanzo like a damn backpack and telling him to go faster. To go harder. To really give it to him.

“Yeah… yeah, you’re such a stud, aren’t you? You’re gonna breed me up, huh? Gonna fuck your fat juicy knot deep into my guts? Gonna show me who’s the Alpha?”

If Hanzo weren’t so deep in his mating frenzy, he would undoubtedly think that Cassidy is making fun of him; but as it is… well, the old guy’s words are effective. They grab him by the base of a tail that he does not have and make him go slower and harder. They make him get up on the balls of his feet into a mating press, his thighs protesting the movement but his whole body screaming yes at him once he gets himself properly situated above Cassidy again.

The big Alpha is still on all fours, but now Hanzo is undoubtedly above him as he fucks down into his guts, riding his ass like a man possessed.

Cassidy just takes it all. He takes it like it is nothing; his head thrown back and sweat glistening on his back. Hanzo has trouble bracing himself on it because his own sweaty palms keep wanting to slip against Cole’s skin.

Staring at the flushed back of the other Alpha’s neck, he has to think about the times they spent sitting in the Hotel’s club; the times after their tryst in the supply closet that he spent trying to subtly inhale his scent, wondering when the old bastard would offer himself up again.

He never did. But at least Hanzo got his scent anyway. That thick Alpha musk that is being carried on top of Cassidy’s own, warm body odor and aftershave.

Riding on that high, he leans forward, grabbing Cassidy’s shoulder with one hand and a fist full of his hair with the other. He pulls on it – rips, really – while he slams harder into the Alpha, his balls aching from the harsh slap against Cassidy’s body but not as much as his knot that is about to pump itself up to a size that Hanzo doesn’t think it ever had been at before.

Cassidy growls again, low and so rumbling that it gets Hanzo’s hackles up. It makes him go even harder probably; meaner. If that is even possible. He fucks out his frustrations into the Alpha bitch. All the pent up aggressions from it feels like years ago coming out through the motion of his hips and the force with which he pulls on the old Alpha’s hair, half annoyed that he even has the strength to hold himself up on his arms after his earlier orgasm.

“Fuck you’re a mean bastard- shit, ah… yeah… yeah! Love it when an Alpha shows me. My. Place.” Cassidy is talking through clenched teeth, his words getting more disjointed the harder Hanzo fucks into him.

Hanzo’s eyes are fixed on the other Alpha’s back; how broad it looks, the muscles tense beneath the skin, a wave going through what fat he has there whenever Hanzo’s hips slam against the meat of his ass.

He hadn’t been able to reach his neck earlier when he’s been in a traditional mating position, but now that Hanzo forces him to rear back as far as his bones will allow…

Hanzo leans forward. He only sees white; the white hot curtain of an Alpha at his peak, his hips grinding forward, spearing his cock as deep as it will go into the fever hot insides of his Omega. No. Alpha. He’s fucking an Alpha. He’s knotting an Alpha – and he bites him while he’s at it. He lets go of Cassidy’s shaggy hair so his arm isn’t in the way as he fits his teeth in a mean bite around the back of his neck.

He vaguely feels Cassidy bucking beneath him but it’s not like he can throw Hanzo off at this point. Not now that he’s knotting him, locking in tighter than the pathetic toy he rode earlier. It’s also the only reaction he seems to have to getting scruffed like that. No self-respecting Alpha would…

But then again… Cassidy seems to absolutely delight in throwing off the norms. In fact, whatever his life’s experiences have been up to this very moment have shaped him to be in love with the notion of getting fucked and dominated and bred by another Alpha which is just so weird-

Fuck, but Hanzo is starting to understand it.

Heat swamps his abdomen, focusing in the small of his back. He can’t feel his goddamn legs anymore. He can’t hear or see anything. His ears are filled with the rush of his blood, forced through his veins by his frenzied heart. All he is really aware of is the taste of copper in his mouth while he bites Cassidy, nose full of his thick Alpha musk.

It’s so antithetic to everything that Hanzo has experienced as an Alpha by now… but he can’t deny the mindless rush it gives him.

He comes back to his senses early enough. In fact, his state of dumb euphoria only has lasted a few seconds, though it had felt that much longer because the first thing he becomes aware of is Cassidy’s insides milking him for what he is worth while the sturdy Alpha beneath him is shaking through yet another orgasm.

There’s no way he can even produce any more cum at this point; his last high had been just a few minutes earlier, after all.

Hanzo likes the thought that he’s forced him into a dry orgasm. Loves it, even. Absolutely adores the power he has over this man. This Alpha.

Rarely has anything be as addictive as knotting a man like Cassidy and feeling him come for him like a bitch. It is flattering, really. Enough so that he does not even feel any animosity once he finally stops biting him and just lays down on his back, breathing through it all, tongue licking the blood off his lips.

This was the best fuck of his life.

Hanzo does not gradually awaken; he just is suddenly aware of the deep, rumbling snores and opens up his eyes, slowly peering around as much of the room as he can without lifting his head.

It is bright but only because nobody turned off the lights. He has the distinct feeling that it is the middle of the night, even though his body tells him that he is now wide awake.

In front of him is a muscular, hairy body that he pretends for a second he doesn’t know until he shifts his hips and realizes that somehow he managed to stay inside Cassidy’s body.

He is half lying on him though the old Alpha does not seem to mind. He is sturdy enough to take his weight, though the position does seem to make his snoring worse. He is out cold to the world.

Hanzo shifts a little. He’s half-hard already – or maybe still? – and he can feel the sticky warmth that follows his cock out once he starts moving around. It’s like hot magma oozing from Cassidy’s gaping hole; his body too deep in slumber to even try and tighten up.

Hanzo can smell the thick scent of his own cream. It gets his heart to pump faster again. He shifts around, arm around Cassidy’s hip to turn him around with him until they are both on their sides. The bastard is warm and heavy.

He does not move a muscle from being situated in a way that allows Hanzo easy access to his cunt; he just takes it, snoring and all.

Slowly, Hanzo starts to move. A nice, slow back-and-forth motion of his hips; just a rocking, really; something that gets his slowly filling cock to slide through the absolute mess he’s left behind inside Cassidy’s guts.

It’s all warm and gooey and comfortable in a way that has the little hairs on his arms stand on edge with pleasure. It’s weirdly freeing to fuck a sleeping man. He does not have to do any posturing, any grand shows of dominance… he can close his eyes and pretty much doze away while he fucks the other Alpha. The fact that Cole hasn’t necessarily consented to this is only the cherry on top.

It’s exciting. It gets his blood pumping just enough to make him wonder if he should knot him again. Just force his lax, sleeping body to take it again just a few hours after he already made sure to drive home to Cassidy who the more dominant Alpha was.

Not that Cole had put up much of a fight. He might have been growling and shifting and playing in getting away but ultimately he did nothing to really buck Hanzo off and get at his throat.

He’s taken it so well. He’s still taking it well now; like a champ. Like he’s spent most of his life just pleasuring other Alphas which is such a wild thought to Hanzo, he pauses for a moment, blinking his eyes open and trying to focus his blurry gaze on the bloody teeth marks he left on Cassidy’s neck.

He reaches down, fingers sliding along the sweaty ass crack of the other Alpha until their tips bump into the swollen, pouty rim so sweetly suckling on his cock. He feels it up with a patience he can only afford now while the old Alpha is still snoring, completely unaware that he is being dicked at the moment.

Everything is wet and slimy with cum. His muscles feel warm and still perfectly relaxed, so Hanzo starts to wiggle a finger in alongside his lazily thrusting cock.

Cassidy snorts in reaction; one huge rattling inhale of air that has Hanzo freeze in his tracks before the big Alpha settles back down and even shifts his upper leg forward, opening his pussy up for the taking. An easily breedable bitch even in his sleep.

He doesn’t think he’s ever had such an unrushed mating; deep and slow and not in need of any theatrics. He kind of enjoys it like that. He can feel himself starting to doze off even as his body is getting hot and ready for a lazy deep-night orgasm.

His knot is tingling in a very distracting manner, keeping him from fully falling asleep as he pushes into the sloppy cunt of the other Alpha as deep as he can go. A primitive part in his brain keeps obsessing over trying to breed him up; put a pup into his belly and mark him up for any other Alpha to come.

The fact that Cassidy can not, in fact, get pregnant, rankles. But it’s not a big deal. Not in the grand scheme of things when Hanzo just sleepily pretends like it can happen anyway.

He pushes in one last time and just exhales long through his mouth, muscles relaxing into a gooey mess as his knot fattens up and locks him once again to Cassidy.

For a moment it seems like the old Alpha will just take that too without having much of a reaction one way or another… but apparently even a slut like him doesn’t just take a knot without at least partly waking up on a low, piggish snort.

Hanzo finds himself holding his breath, just staring at the bruised and bitten back of Cassidy’s neck as the big Alpha shifts a little, his hand groping about blindly for a blanket that is too far down the bed to grab.

He shifts, moving against the knot that is just fat enough that it won’t easily slip out even from the sloppy gape of Cassidy’s hole, and freezes. His inner muscles work around Hanzo’s cock while he is still pumping out cum in slow, sluggish bursts.

He tries to keep his eyes open but they keep falling shut. He feels how Cassidy shifts again, situating himself and apparently really struggling to wrap his head around the current situation before he ultimately just relaxes into the bed again, easy as can be.

“Thought I’d get to see yer face the next time ya breed me up,” he murmurs. His voice is a sleep deep rumble that vibrates through Hanzo’s body and gets nerves tingling that he hadn’t even known existed.

He shudders. Cassidy, probably thinking he is cold, reaches behind himself with one meaty arm and urges Hanzo to cuddle up against his broad back, the warmth emanating from his body enough to get him sweating.

“Big stud, aren’t ya? Still got a load to go even after last night… damn, I could get used to that. An’ ya smell like a million bucks, too. Wouldn’t mind a repeat performance sometime. But wanna see your face when you mount up again. Too damn pretty not to see while you pump that fat knot into my cunt.”

Hanzo shudders in a weird mix of turned on and endeared by the way Cassidy talks; so casually admitting that he loves getting fucked by Hanzo. Wanting to do it as if they were some kind of married couple.

It’s fucked up but also kind of… nice. Hanzo likes the thought of having the old Alpha on his back as he slides into his pussy. Watching his face as he takes a knot. Hanzo’s knot.

He swallows thickly and closes his eyes, pretending he’s fallen asleep because the heat in his stomach definitely doesn’t stem from the warmth emanating from Cassidy’s body.

Gabriel tries to run again but there is nowhere to go with Jack behind him, keeping him crushed against the rough bark of the tree. His hiccuping sobs have died down at least and his cunt keeps clenching around his cock all curious and sweet. Maybe he’s started accepting what is happening to him.

“Why are you doing this?” Gabriel asks suddenly, his voice trembling and wet, though it is obvious he is trying to keep calm in the face of everything.

Jack chuckles, mist seeping from the slits of his mask. “Because you are the prettiest thing I have seen in years,” he croons. He is not moving for the moment other than his cock slowly flexing in the silky embrace of Gabriel’s pussy. “I just had to have you… seeing you move around my woods like you own them… going bathing in that little stream, all those muscles on display…”

He inhales deeply, pulling Gabriel’s natural scent deep into his lungs. “You are just too sexy not to mess with,” he continues in a lower, almost demonic voice.

Jack can feel Gabriel trembling in front of him. He is squeezing his eyes shut, a single tear running down his cheek. Surprisingly enough, it is the first time he’s cried since Jack caught him. He’s a tough nut to crack but that makes his little sweetheart all the more interesting to him. All the more precious. It’s rare that Jack feels like he needs to keep one of his targets for longer than a night but this one… oh, this one…

He starts moving again; rough, grunting thrusts that keep pushing Gabriel up against the rough bark of the tree, scratching up his pretty cheek as Jack goes to town on his hot little peach. It’s been so tight at the start of the night; almost virginal around his cock as it grabbed him in a desperately tight hold but now after a few rounds its gotten the memo of how perfect it feels to be dicked.

It’s gotten nice and soft, hugging him with exhaustion, all the loads he already put into Gabriel’s womb slowly getting fucked back out to drip down onto the forest floor in a hot, frothy mess.

“I love handsome boys like you,” Jack says through gasps, his balls aching with yet another load, hand slightly trembling as he pets it over Gabriel’s shorn head. He even likes the way the stubble rasps against his palm. He loves the sensory feedback Gabriel’s body gives him. Sturdy and soft and rough and jiggly…

“I just. Got. To. Have. You.” His words are accentuated by harsh thrusts that drive his cock so deep he can feel his nose kissing up to the young man’s cervix.

Gabriel cries out hoarse and pained, his insides undoubtedly feeling like they are on fire as Jack rams into him as deep as it will go to deposit yet another sticky, fat load right into the golden mid.

Around his cock he can feel Gabriel’s cunt squeezing him quick and desperate; he’s so close to an orgasm that Jack can taste it on his tongue. It’s just that the boy is fighting tooth and nail against it. Sweat is glistening on his face, more tears squeezing out from beneath his tightly closed eyes.

“Hmmm… maybe one more then,” Jack croons. He leans back, grabs the handle of the machete he has hacked crudely into the tree right next to his sweetheart’s face, and uses its blade to cut one long, shallow groove right next to the other three already on Gabriel’s meaty thigh.

Gabriel gasps. He is scrabbling against the tree, fingertips already bloody and trembling. He takes the pain well, though. He just pushes through it like it is the most natural thing in the world. He barely even flinches when Jack leans in, the sharp blade now against his victim’s neck as he very slowly starts up his thrusts again.

“You’re going to come for me this time, are you not?”

Gabriel bares his teeth. His arms slowly curl around the thick trunk of the tree, just hugging it as his pussy gets reamed in nice, even strokes of Jack’s swollen cock.

“Fuck you,” he grits out yet despite his fighting words, he stays nice and put; even angles out that plump ass of his. Not in a big gesture, of course, but Jack can feel it even so. How the angle of his thrusts has shifted.

Jack exhales strong, orange mist wafting from his mask once more and enveloping Gabriel’s handsome face. He can feel him fighting against the vapors as his body wants to just give up for Jack.

He still has the machete against Gabriel’s neck, making sure he stays nice and put while he pumps his hips faster now. He doesn’t pull back much, just thrusts back in after a couple inches, hips snapping against the young man’s ass in fast ‘pap pap pap’ sounds echoing in the forest.

Gabriel tries so hard to remain quiet. He is hugging the tree close, pressing his cheek against its rough bark; tears of frustration dripping into his beard – but ultimately he has to capitulate. His body is twisting itself into knots wanting to become nice and submissive for Jack’s cock. It had only been a matter of time until he would finally give him what he wants.

When his first moaning gasp finally breaks out of him, Jack is ecstatic. He takes the machete away, once again slashing it carelessly into the tree bark now just above Gabriel’s head.

He shoves at his mask with his hand, pushing it until his scarred, cracked mouth is just visible so he can lean in lick Gabriel’s neck like an animal, cock flexing inside the tight grip of the man’s cunt.

“Yes. Yes, that’s it – You gorgeous… you wonderful…” he can’t find the words. He is pressing sloppy kisses against the point of Gabriel’s jaw, reveling in his whining moans as he fucks him into what feels like the most reluctant orgasm there ever was.

Gabriel is fighting it every step of the way. He is digging his nails into the tree bark, his body both tight in anger and loose with lust as he is forced higher and higher into his peak.

Jack bites at the lobe of Gabriel’s ear, pulling on it, tongue thrusting into his ear canal without finesse as he fucks him like the maniac that he is. He can feel Gabriel shuddering bodily. Fighting so hard against his destiny… until finally, finally, finally he succumbs, cunt clenching in a white hot grip around Jack’s cock.

Trying to squeeze the life out of him in lieu of his bloodied hands around his neck, he is absolutely sure.

Gabriel tries to remain as quiet as possible but the long, whining sound that is pulled out of him regardless sounds like it comes right from the pits of hell.

He is perfect. Utterly and completely perfect.

Jack can’t kill this one. He also can’t let him run, though.

So he will just… have to keep him. His delicious little candy.

Zelda turns to Link as they wait, seeing him fidget inside his new robes. He is not used to garb as heavy as the King’s cloak and their bedroom is nice and warm.

“Stop it,” she chides softly, grabbing the lapels of his coat and tugging it straight onto his shoulders once more. “You look very handsome in it,” she continues in a softer voice, stepping closer and pressing light kisses against his mouth. “My handsome king…”

Link’s mouth turns up a little in a small smile but their moment of privacy is cut short with a knock on the door. It sounds firm, maybe a little harried. Zelda frowns, twisting her head to look in the direction as the trembling voice of their personal guard chimes through the thick wood: “Q-Queen Zelda! Lady Riju, Thief of… I-I-I mean Chief of the Gerudo is here with her a… p… present…?”

Link shifts, reaching for a sword that is not there, his mouth tight in worry as Zelda completely lets go of him, muttering a soft: “What in the Goddesses names…” louder, she calls: “Please let her in!”

She can feel her husband’s presence at her back, as always; a sheer immovable rock despite his unimpressive size. She can also feel him mimic her reaction as the door swings open, the hapless guard looking pale as he springs out of the way of their guests. Well… their guest and her present.

Standing behind Riju, tall as a mountain, expression pinched in a tight frown of cold rage, stands none other than Ganondorf, his back ramrod straight and proud despite the glittering gold chains connecting a collar to his manacles and ending in the Gerudo Chief’s hand.

Riju’s regal expression splits into a large, naughty grin as she sees the pale, dumbfounded stares of the King and Queen of Hyrule.

“Surprise! Please tell me that I have the best wedding and coronation present out of all of them. Don’t worry! He’s harmless these days. We made absolutely sure of that.”

.oOo.

Zelda remembers that shameful moment she put eyes on Ganondorf during her time in the distant past, knowing who and what he was – and still feeling a deep, desperate longing in her pussy.

She had stood there half hidden behind King Rauru’s throne and watched Ganondorf bend a knee for him and all she had been able to think about was how sturdy his jaw looked and how it would make the perfect seat for her.

He had worn beautiful robes that day, though they had clearly been designed to show as much skin as possible – which Zelda had shamefully appreciated, standing there, trying not to cross her hands in front of throbbing, eager lap. All that dark skin with rusty red hair on display. All those muscles, all but trembling with virility, ready to lash out at any second.

She had seen the danger that he poses for Hyrule for so many generations to come and yet she had been helplessly, ridiculously, desperately turned on by his very presence.

That night she had spent fucking herself on her fingers, sobbing into her pillow because they could come nowhere near the fat cock she is absolutely certain Ganondorf possesses.

She had never told Link about her fantasies that night, too ashamed of her visceral reaction to this deeply evil monster.

There simply is no excusing how wet she had become for him in an instance. How dizzyingly hard she had come thinking of his sturdy, hairy body.

No excuse at all.

.oOo.

The fates of Link and Ganondorf have been intertwined for much longer than Link’s current existence. He has soon come to realize that he is not walking Hyrule for the first time. There are often bits and pieces of someone else’s memories resurfacing throughout odd moments of the day.

He doesn’t remember most of them, as they are mostly insignificant pieces of conversations or split seconds of combat, but one or two… they have been very memorable and he’s never shared them with the Princess.

Like the one where he laid down for the night but instead remembered the grass beneath his naked back and looking up not at a canopy of trees or a sea of stars but at a broad, hairy chest, a huge hand around his neck, slowly squeezing the life out of him.

He remembers his hands against those massive pectorals, nails trying to dig into the flesh to rip the other’s heart out… but he also remembers the hot rush of lust, seeing this behemoth of a man above him; his face twisted in rage, his large white teeth bared like a predatory animal at Link.

He remembers opening his thighs, cradling the thick hips between them, needing him to rut against him and grind him into dust…

The memory, like all other memories, had just been a split second but it had been enough to get him restless and horny that night and subsequent night, shamefully rutting against the fresh dewy grass as he imagined getting destroyed on his enemy’s cock.

.oOo.

Ganondorf has to slightly duck his head and turn to the side to even fit through the bedroom door of the newly wed King and Queen. Once he unfolds himself again, looming above everybody else in the room with a cool look of disdain in his eyes and his mouth curled downward with contempt, there is silence unfolding throughout the room.

The guard is still at the door, peering around the frame, just as dumbfounded as Zelda and Link are, looking up at the bane of their existence.

The Gerudo had taken care of him, that much is obvious; he is impeccably clean, his mane of red hair brushed to perfection; parts of it braided with glittering golden trinkets interwoven.

Someone has seen it fit to pierce a gold hoop through his septum, accentuating the huge, regal nose and the wide, sensual mouth underneath.

Riju moves forward, the gold chain in her hand clinking softly in the suddenly thick air around them. She extends her hand to offer the chain up to the newly wed couple. Quietly, Ganondorf moves even closer before the golden links can grow taut. His face looks just shy of murderous but his body language is… receptive. Passive.

Zelda stares at the offered chain, slowly blinking. She extends her hand automatically but shies away just before her fingers touch the warm metal on Riju’s palm. She searches for the gaze of the Chief of the Gerudo, her voice low and halting as she says: “But… how?”

Riju smiles coquettishly, a secret clearly hidden in the catty squint of her eyes as she purrs: “We have our ways, Queen Zelda. He is as tame as a puppy and will do whatever you could desire. Please… make good use of him.”

She grasps Zelda’s wrist and gently makes her turn her palm up so she can softly place the chain of the prisoner upon it. Once she does not hold him any longer, she takes a step back and into him, reaching up high to scratch beneath his chin as if he truly were a puppy.

Ganondorf’s mouth twitches but he does not otherwise move.

“I will be back for him in… say… a month? I am sure it will give the two of you enough time to thoroughly enjoy him. You may take off the chain but do not remove his shackles. They are quite essential, I assure you.”

She turns, lifting her hand and wiggling her fingers as she saunters out the door.

“Have fun you two! And… congratulations.”

Link remembers another incarnation of himself desperately wanting to get ground into dust by the King of the Gerudo. He hopes that somewhere that Link is feeling what he is feeling now, kneeling on all fours on the huge bed he shares with Zelda (and whoever she fancies at any given day) and getting stuffed like a Cuccoo by said Gerudo.

Ganondorf has not said a single word yet but he is not silent. His voice rumbles in low, agitated growls from his massive chest as he tries to fit his equally massive cock into Link’s body careful enough that he won’t draw blood.

Whatever the Gerudo have done with their erstwhile King, it is rather effective. Zelda had breathlessly given him an order and he had moved to obey. Slow, yes, but with a purpose that had the King and Queen shivering in anticipation.

Link can feel sweat prickling along his hairline. He pushes back, trying to force his body into relaxing for the fat cock slowly being squeezed into him. Only that he can’t relax even more. His rim is already stretched to the max and he’s not sure whether they are even at the widest part of Ganondorf’s dark glans.

Tears are shooting into his eyes, heat swamping his body from the top of his head down to his toes. He feels like he is on the verge of a panic attack simply from the sheer stretch that he has to endure as Ganondorf very carefully nudges deeper and deeper, his thick fingered hands wrapped around Link’s hips, easily touching around his waist…

When Ganondorf surges suddenly forward with a low piggish grunt of surprise. Link cries out wordlessly as for one hot split second he is stretched beyond whatever he thought his body capable of before Ganondorf’s glans is finally inside.

Sweat is dripping from the tip of his nose, body shivering in oversensitivity. During the complete halt of all motion, he can hear it; the soft wet lapping sound that undoubtedly is Zelda messing around with Ganondorf.

Whether she meant to help push things along or just unwittingly got Ganondorf to pop his fat crown inside her husband… Link wouldn’t be able to say one way or another.

.o.

Zelda just couldn’t help herself. She had been stalking around the bed, watching her husband try to take an absolute beast of a cock that had been proudly surging up from a thick red bush. She had kept staring at the Gerudo’s massive breeder balls swinging between his thickly muscled thighs.

They’re dusted in the same red fur that is crawling up the crack of his ass and creeping over his tight cheeks. She had to swallow multiple times just so she wouldn’t start drooling. She had been playing with the gold chain in her grasp, pulling the smooth, warm links through her palms, trying to distract herself and let Link have this moment for himself before she gets to ordering, but… it’s impossible. Especially when Ganondorf slightly shifts and gives her the merest glimpse of his hole, clenching and relaxing as he carefully rocks into his nemesis.

It had been so easy to crawl onto the bed behind him, spread Ganondorf’s cheeks and dive between them nose first. Never in her wildest dreams would she have imagined herself some day licking the tight little furl of his hole, but here she is doing just that. Enthusiastically. She keeps trying to force the point of her tongue into his body but he clenches down, not allowing her any entry. For now.

She probably could order him to let her play with his body however she desires, but that would not be as fun. So she thrusts her hand between her thighs and desperately rubs her swollen pearl just to take the edge off her excitement. So she wouldn’t start and be mean to her boys just because her gash is slippery and aching for a nice hard filling.

Zelda is lapping again and again across his pouty rim, getting the crack of his ass drenched with her drool before moving even further down and pressing a suckling kiss into the loose skin just above his heavy testicles.

It gets Ganondorf to jump like a bunny; like he’s never gotten his gigantic, low hanging sac worshiped before. She really does wonder what the Gerudo training entailed…

In any case, it becomes much harder to suck and kiss now. He is like a wild Hylian pony, bucking forward into Link who gurgles in response.

Zelda leans back, wiping a hand over her mouth. She has stopped abusing her clit and has thrust two fingers into her greedy pussy, the warmth from her deep fingering herself slowly crawling through her abdomen, eyes fixed on the sight of Ganondorf’s ass pumping up and down, cramming his cock deeper into her husband’s guts.

Link is just gurgling, his toes curling and uncurling in what look like painful cramps. If he is aware of what he’s doing, it does not show. He is having the time of his life as far as she can tell. She is jealous, to be quite honest but there is also something very beautiful about being able to sit back and just enjoy herself watching two very handsome men fuck.

Ganondorf’s fat balls are swinging, slapping against Link with meaty smacks that drive Zelda wild. Her favorite flower might be the Silent Princess – but she enjoys anything but silence in the bedroom. She loves hearing how Link’s gurgling becomes wet and even throatier; and she loves hearing how Ganondorf grunts like a boar, fucking down into her husband’s belly with downright violent thrusts now that she got him egged on.

Just from a little tongue on his cute little hole… Oh, she can only imagine how wild he could get if she only got her fingers in there-

Her hips jerk up into her hand, trying to force her fingers deeper without success. They’re nothing. Nothing in comparison to the monster that Link is taking right now. By the Goddesses, she wants him so badly.

She wants to fuck this man. This absolute monster. This horrible Calamity that has been plaguing Hyrule for centuries. She wants to fuck him and she wants to nut inside her until she gets bloated with it. She wants to fuck him and wonder deliriously about getting pregnant by this horrible, horrible beast.

She wants him.

Zelda is biting her knuckle, trying to remain quiet herself so she can listen to Link crying out in pleasure, completely buried beneath Ganondorf’s bulk and filled to the brim with his cock.

Just as Riju promised them, Ganondorf is behaving like a well-trained pup, carefully lifting himself up so he wouldn’t completely crush the new King of Hyrule beneath himself as he dicks him down. She just wonders if he will be as well behaved when she has her way with him.

As Link is still trying to regain his senses and the autonomy over his body next to them, Zelda swings her leg over Ganondorf’s broad hips and sits down on his wet cock. It is not hard yet, but she can entertain herself while she waits, hips slowly scooting back and forth to drag her ass crack and gash along his dick and excite him for the next round.

Ganondorf is breathing heavily, his massive chest moving along with it in a weirdly hypnotic way. He has his arms stretched out to the sides of him, watching her through nearly closed eyes.

Zelda does not think for a second that he isn’t keenly aware of anything and everything she does, but just like Riju said, she and Link had not taken off his shackles. The energy radiating off of him is powerful… but nothing akin to a Demon King and Calamity.

She drags her fingers along his chest, thumbs rubbing against his nipples, playing with the fat golden hoops someone pierced through them.

She can feel herself getting addicted to just enjoying this toy’s body. She leans forward, feeling his cock following along with the motion, snuggling up against her gash, nearly ready after just such a short moment of reprieve.

Zelda breathes against his mouth, pressing little kisses against his unresponsive lips. Her fingers, smelling of her cunt still, lightly hook into his nose ring to tug on it. Ganondorf bares his big white teeth slightly, his eyelids lifting some more to show that he is indeed very alert of what is happening.

“Kiss me,” she orders softly when he does not give in to her needy little advances. He obeys without hesitation, crushing their lips together, his fat tongue pushing into her mouth.

She flinches as she feels hands at her hips but realizes quick enough that it is Link who has come back to his senses and is helping her sit her poor little pussy down on this monster of a dick all the while she tries to choke herself on Ganondorf’s tongue.

Stars explode in front of her eyes as her cunt has to stretch wide to accommodate the swollen crown. She pulls back, her tongue briefly caught between his teeth before he reluctantly lets her go. His face looks even more aware now. His mouth is twisted into a crooked grin that she really doesn’t want to think of as handsome but simply has to.

“My good boys… my good boys,” she gasps as she forces herself to sit down on Ganondorf’s sturdy hips, his cock so deep inside her that it aches.

The last time she had felt something so vehemently press up against her cervix had been King Sidon’s twin cocks… and they had not had the girth of Ganondorf.

Her fingers are now in his hair, grabbing a hold of the beautiful braids someone had woven into his thick, red mane. She does not give herself the luxury of relaxing on his dick. She wants to feel every excruciating inch as she rides him.

Anger flashes in his eyes as she tells him what a ‘good boy’ he is but his arms remain nice and outstretched at his sides.

Just as she feels like she is starting to have a nice rhythm going, Link presses himself against her back, arms curling around her and hands cupping her tits. Something pokes the small of her back. It takes her overheating brain a few seconds to realize that it is her husband’s cock.

She turns her head, peering at his face. Link is grinning at her in quite the unsettling way.

“What are you-” her query is stopped by a finger across her mouth. It is not Link’s.

She finds her chin gently grabbed and her head turned back around until she is looking down at Ganondorf. He is but a pet in his current state but the way he is smiling, all teeth and no warmth, is quite unsettling.

Zelda can feel his cock flexing inside her. It is so big and strong…

Behind her, Link gets into position. His cock, wet from his own load, nudges up against the tight furl of her asshole. Zelda’s eyes widen as she realizes what he is about to do.

She tries to protest but Ganondorf’s arms curl around her and pull her forward against his massive chest. Exposed thusly, it is all too easy for her new husband to start cramming his cock into her ass.

Blood is rushing in her ears. She is not sure whether she is making a sound like a tea kettle on the stove or whether she is just gasping for air like a fish. It feels absolutely unthinkable that he would be able to squeeze his cock into her when all the space in her body is already occupied by Ganondorf.

Link knows her, though; he knows what her body is capable of doing and he seems very positive that she will be able to handle it.

She strains forward, just blindly trying to get away from the pressure… until Link’s crown finally pops past her desperate rim. The euphoria that ricochets through her body is something she has rarely felt.

It certainly is an… experience to have Link take the reigns for once. He usually is all too happy to go along with her insane schemes and let himself get bullied around – but something about their special guest seems to have brought up a rather naughty side in him.

Ganondorf, apparently playing at the very edges of what his training allows, has his arms around her in a bear hug, crushing her against his chest to make sure she can’t go anywhere as her holes are being thoroughly stretched and abused.

She feels so… full. Like never before in her life. Her hips feel like they are about to burst apart, her stomach actually gurgling with all the stuffing. Which is not possible, she knows but… Goddesses, she can’t focus!

Link has no pity on her. He moves, slow and careful, but without pause. He fucks her, dragging his cock alongside Ganondorf’s, separated only by a thin membrane.

She whines but nobody is heeding it. That’s… exciting. She is used to getting her head whenever she wants so getting squeezed between two handsome and very different men and used like a puppet is doing things to her.

Queen Zelda, reduced to an oversensitive bundle of nerves, her poor clit dragging harshly against Ganondorf’s rough pubes and sending shockwaves of pleasure through her alongside the insane stretch and filling.

She can already feel an orgasm starting to form, prickling at her toes and up her legs until she can’t really feel them anymore. All that she feels is their cocks, thrusting inside her at odd rhythms, and driving her to the brink of sanity. Even the fact that her sensitive nipples are getting rubbed raw against Ganondorf’s coarse body hair is only pushing her up higher into an incoherently whining mess.

At the end of the day she can only obsess over the thought of Link pumping his seed into her after Ganondorf has filled her up.

What if she does get pregnant tonight?

Oh… oh!! What fun!!

What beautiful fun it is to live in Hyrule Kingdom where she has so many lovely, eager cocks at her beck and call! … for science!

It knocks and Hanzo opens the door, the robe he had thrown over his shoulders doing nothing to hide his nakedness. It is not like he would be wearing much for the foreseeable future anyway – and he has nothing to hide. He is handsome, after all.

The reaction of the man in front of him shows as much. The smile on his face quickly slides off just like the greeting dies on his tongue as he very obviously looks Hanzo up and down.

Hanzo’s mouth twitches in dismay when he recognizes Anon. He had been idly wondering about who the Elders might choose for the job and this man had been rather… down on the list.

It did not matter.

“Hanzo-san. I am… ah… delighted to-”

“Please step in. I do have meetings later that I would loathe to have to postpone for this.”

Anon looks confused by this but if he is put out by Hanzo’s brisk attitude, he does not show it. He steps in after another second of hesitation, his eyes still roaming Hanzo’s body, jaw slack.

He looks eager for the experience. He wants Hanzo – which is good. It means that they will be done quicker and Hanzo will be able to get back to his duties faster.

.o.

Hanzo has a book on his bedside table that he has not gotten to read in quite some time. His position in the Clan is rather demanding and at the end of most days he is too exhausted to bother with some leisure reading.

As he spreads his thighs, though, and lets Anon fuck him, he wonders if now would be a good opportunity to try and get a few pages in.

Anon is mumbling sweet nothings, hands sliding up the outsides of Hanzo’s thighs and thumbs slowly inching toward his cunt. He tells him how amazing he looks; how long he had been thinking about just this moment. How he will be sure to put a strong and proud Shimada heir into Hanzo’s womb.

Hanzo doesn’t pay it much attention. He’d rather Anon would get on with it; time is steadily marching forward, diminishing the break he has allotted for this breeding.

He sighs softly. Anon stops in his praises and throws him a little nervous glance. At least he gets the hint and shuts up for a moment as he spreads Hanzo’s labia and gets a look at the juicy pink pussy.

“Wonderful,” he mutters.

Hanzo rolls his eyes.

As Anon shuffles forward to start dragging the crown of his swollen cock along his gash, he finally makes up his mind and reaches over for his book. He can’t wait for this to be done with. All of it. As soon as the brat is out of his womb, he’ll put it into the hands of the staff. Let them take care of it while Hanzo guides the Shimada Clan to greatness.

Anon does not seem to have noticed his little distraction yet, too focused on watching his cock slowly spread Hanzo open. As he gently rocks his way inside of him, it is his turn to sigh; soft and dreamy – like someone is dipping into a hot bath.

Hanzo, face hidden behind his book, rolls his eyes. He shifts his legs a little, bracing his feet on the bed and spreading his thighs even wider.

With little grace – or patience – he thinks Get on with it! as he lightly clenches his inner muscles in hopes that it will have the desired effect.

Anon does gasp and buck in deeper, but then pauses. When he is not starting to finally fuck Hanzo, he peers over the rim of his book to see where the hold-up is. Their eyes meet. The other’s gaze briefly flicks to the book in Hanzo’s hands as if expecting him to throw it to the side and stammer some kind of apology.

When Hanzo looks back with badly concealed impatience, it becomes clear on Anon’s face that he does not know how to react to such a development. Should he say something? Should he be angry?

The thoughts are clear as day on his face.

Hanzo slowly lifts a brow. I dare you to say something.

After a moment, Anon swallows thickly and lowers his head again, focusing on the business at hand. Hanzo smirks, daintily licks the tip of his finger, then turns the page.

.o.

He does have to admit that it is not as easy as he thought to ignore the happenings once Anon puts his back into it. It’s not that Hanzo is particularly fond of the thought of getting bred up like cattle – far from it – but the truth of the matter is… Hanzo is a slut at the end of the day.

He just adores cock, even if it is a subpar one such as the length currently ramming into his hole over and over again, pressing his squishy walls apart and rubbing up against all those nice places that Hanzo likes.

He furrows his brow, annoyed by his own inability to simply focus on his book. He’s had to read the same sentence five times in a row before it finally makes enough sense to move to the next one.

Half of his distraction stems from Anon himself, though; he just does not stop talking. He breathlessly mutters about how good Hanzo feels; how silky and wet his cunt is around his cock. How he can just feel  that it will be easy as pie to knock him up.

How he would not mind a repeat performance, though. Oh, no, not at all. He’s always thought Hanzo was hot and had been wondering about how to approach him and that the Elders had chosen him to be the sire of Hanzo’s children is like a dream come true.

Hanzo’s face twists in disgust behind the book. He very pointedly does not react one way or the other. He does not want to encourage the idiot and make him think that he’s turning Hanzo on.

It’s damnable enough that he can’t keep from clenching around him, hugging that warm, thrusting dick as it rams deep inside him, trying to kiss up to his cervix but always falling short.

He simply can’t help it; it’s like his hole has been conditioned to be nice to dicks. They do make him feel so good, after all…

Hanzo nearly growls when he feels the prickle of an orgasm starting up in his abdomen, body so obediently letting itself get bamboozled by dick, even if it is as bad as Anon’s.

He closes his eyes, fingers tight around the edges of the book, not reading but just holding it so Anon wouldn’t see the tightness of his face as he fights tooth and nail against the orgasm.

It only gets worse when Anon starts coming; groaning chest deep as he grinds into Hanzo. It is almost like he can feel the individual hot spurts of cum splashing into him. It gets him feral on a completely different level.

Hanzo is biting the tip of his tongue, trying so hard to not come on Anon’s cock and remain perfectly quiet but he can’t help a small sound from escaping between his clenched teeth.

Goddamnit.

Caroline is languid as a cat as she lets herself plop on the bed beside Shane and slowly unclasps her harness. Her words are still hanging in the warm, stuffy sex air of the room but Shane is just staring at her fingers as they curl around a cock that is wet and still warm from his body and slowly pull it away, showing off a shorter dick that had been lodged inside her pussy the whole time.

Your prize is that you can fuck me aaaall you want now. I can’t wait to have your big stud cock inside me.

As Caroline lifts the strap to her face to suckle on the smaller dick that’s sticky with her juices, his gaze moves over to Pierre sitting in the corner. He is red faced and sweaty, his glasses continuously fogging up, but… he’s not protesting.

There’s not a single word coming over his lips, probably knowing full well that his wife will gut him if he makes so much as a peep without her explicit approval.

He looks pathetic sitting there. Like more so than usual. He just takes it; watching as his wife gets down and dirty with another man.

The town whore.

Shane swallows and looks toward Caroline. She has stopped sucking her little fat dildo and is just looking at him with heavily hooded eyes. Her green dyed hair is absolutely wild around her head and shoulders, draped like vines across the pillow. Her tits are flushed red still from exertion and the color is crawling down to her stomach even as he watches.

Caroline reaches out and drags her fingernail in a playful little touch against his bicep.

With the other hand she reaches between her whorishly splayed thighs and spreads her labia, giving everybody in the room a nice view of the dark red inside of her peach and the gentle gape of her hole, stretched by the squat little cock she’s had inside of her the whole time.

Shane is mesmerized.

“Don’t you want to come here and fuck mommy?” she croons. “Fuck mommy in her marriage bed where her useless hubby doesn’t manage to make her come?” She slowly drags her thumb across her swollen pearl, visibly shuddering from the sensation. “You can fuck me so hard that the bedframe knocks against the wall, you know… we’re all alone today. Nobody important can hear how you put your big fat dick inside me and pump all those frustrations out.”

Shane inhales shakily. He hesitates for a second, all kinds of thoughts running through his head; about how he wouldn’t be enough for her; what would happen if he’s even worse than Pierre; whether he even knows how to fuck at this point because even before Morris had gotten his hands on him, he very rarely had the opportunity or even the energy to pursue anything.

He can’t even remember the last time he got his dick into a hole that wasn’t just a fleshlight.

But Caroline looks so fucking hot lying there and waiting for him; holding her pussy open like she knows he needs every damn help he can get to at least stick his dumb dick into her.

He exhales shakily and crawls over her. Caroline makes a kind of squealing noise that sounds so excited that he can’t help but feel bolstered by her reaction as he carefully settles between her spread thighs.

With his chin on his chest, staring down between their bodies, Shane awkwardly moves his hips closer to her, trying to find the entrance.

“Oh you cute little- should mommy help you?” she coos. She sounds delighted. “You’re doing so good for me already. You look so perfect like that. Handsome boy. I’ve been watching you for so long, Shane; seeing you walk past our store day and day again… so handsome and rugged… getting me all riled up thinking about how good it would be to let you pump one out in mommy; turn that frown up-side-down, you know?”

Shane is only half-listening to her. His tip is slotting in where she’s nice and open for him, silky and wet from her own juices and the lube she must have used to slip the toy into herself in the first place.

He slowly, slowly starts to push inside her, teeth digging into his bottom lip.

Lower and throatier than before, Caroline whispers: “Oh fuck… yes… that’s it, my good boy… fuck, you don’t even know what a refractory period is, do you? Fuck, Pierre can maybe pump one out like… once a day or something? If that? Oh baby, get deeper into mommy’s-”

She cuts herself off with a soft, sharp inhale as crown pops into her. The warmth inside her body is… good. Really good.

He realizes that he hasn’t looked into Caroline’s face for the past five minutes or so, so his head suddenly snaps up, staring into her eyes. Her face is still nice and pink, though she looks like she has recovered from her earlier orgasm somewhat.

She has one arm behind her head and is looking at him with a crooked little smile.

Caroline looks so young in that moment. So impish; like Abigail’s big sister rather than her mother…

Once she notices him looking at her, she curls her arms around his neck and pulls him down for a kiss; slow and leisurely, her inner muscles working around him as he slowly slides deeper into her body.

By the time she lets him get away again he is out of breath and his whole body tingles with eager anticipation.

“I bet you can fuck like a bull,” Caroline croons. “Really give it to me. Just make me lose it on your big stud dick, hmn? Show my useless waste of space of a hubby how a real man treats a lady.”

Shane’s head swings around as if on a hinge, staring back toward Pierre. He had completely forgotten about him sitting there, impotently watching his wife fucking another man. He’s still in his chair, staring with his mouth slightly hanging open. His slacks are tented with an erection that he is not allowed to tend to.

Shane is, though. He is allowed to do everything because he is a good boy. A good fucking boy. Caroline insists on it. She is so sweet and supportive; she even offered him her pretty pussy just like that.

He simply has to repay her.

He does an experimental thrust. Then another one. And another one. Gently urging his way deeper inside the soft clench of her body. Spreading her gash on his cock wider than the toy ever could.

Caroline’s pupils blow wide, the crooked little grin on her face stretching as she puts her hands on Shane’s shoulders, squeezing in a little massage.

“There you go. That’s it. Just let yourself go, my good boy. Just really use mommy. I can take it, you know? OOh it’s been so long since I had a stud with some pep!”

Her nails lightly dig into his skin. Shane gasps, hips bucking involuntarily, cramming himself into her cunt in one perfect thrust that finally has him bottom out inside her.

They look at each other – and he can feel the sane part of his brain just signing off for the night. Maybe it’s better that way.

Shane’s heart is pumping a mile a minute in his chest – but so are his hips. Not really, probably, but it certainly feels that way. It certainly sounds that way if one were to listen to Caroline who all but screams as she clings to him with all fours, making it harder and harder for him to even move.

It’s a good thing that the bedroom is toward the back of the house but he’s not sure that she isn’t audible anyway. Maybe someone from the clinic can hear her screaming bloody murder and comes running to save her only to see that she is in fact, not being murdered but just getting fucked.

Cause that is what Shane is doing. He is not making love, that is for sure. He snaps his hips into her with a little curl of his back that rams his cock in and angles it up toward her belly button. It’s not that he’s doing it with any particular thought in mind, it’s just what comes natural, but Caroline seems to absolutely love it. Every time he thrusts in as far as he can, she punctuates it with an almost catty yowl that sends shivers down his spine and makes his balls feel fuller than they probably are.

Maybe.

He has his cheek against her shoulder, ever-present stubble probably rubbing her soft skin raw as he fucks her like a man possessed; no thoughts in his brain other than how perfectly squishy and hot her peach is around his aching, desperate cock.

That in itself is a revelation. This blessed emptiness. Nothing but the dumb need to fuck and breed while her husband is almost close enough to touch, watching him give it to his wife like an animal.

Shane’s feet keep slipping against the slick bedsheets until he finally ruffled them up enough to brace himself properly. Low grunts of effort keep spilling from his throat whenever he thrusts back in, his balls slapping against Caroline’s ass and adding to the general cacophony of sensations currently running amok inside his body.

His back is on fire. Caroline keeps scratching him up, her nails dragging burning trenches into his skin that in turn make him fuck her even faster… if such a thing is possible.

He must be dribbling pre-cum continuously because the longer he fucks her, the wetter everything becomes. The slick squelching sounds as he deep dicks her pussy make him wonder if he hasn’t gotten her to wet herself with excitement over her new, young stud giving it to her.

Shane can feel her screwing up tighter around him, trying to hold his cock in a death grip while utterly unable to keep him trapped deep inside her body where she wants him to be. She’s too wet for that; and he’s too animal dumb to really pick up on it anyway.

At some point, Caroline’s arms snap around his shoulders and head, holding him against her chest like she wants to break his goddamn neck while she shakes beneath him.

It only occurs to him some minutes later that she actually came on his desperately pistoning dick while all he did was keep at it with single-minded intent. Fucking her through it. Pushing her along higher and higher with no respite as his balls ached and the small of his back felt like water.

When it does ping on his radar, there’s a small hiccup in his thrusts. He blinks a bit more awareness into his eyes, pushing himself up on his arms and staring down at her. Caroline is flushed and sweaty and exhausted looking quite frankly, but the glitter in her feverish eyes is anything but upset.

“Don’t stop,” she whines, sounding honestly drunk on orgasms. Her hand reaches for his face without much coordination, patting his cheek. “Keep fucking mommy. You’re doing so, so, soooooo good.”

So he continues, mouth hanging open, staring at her in brainless wonder while he rabbit fucks her warm, silky pussy. She must be sore by now but whenever he tries to slow down, she just curls her legs around his hips and all but kicks at his back to make him go faster again.

She seems as unhinged as he feels. Every time he slams back into Caroline, his balls slap wet and meaty against her ass. It hurts. It’s good. His knees slide farther apart on the slick sheets, muscles in his inner thighs prickling warm and in vague resistance to the motion.

He just knows that he will be limping in the next coming days but it’s not like he could stop what is happening. Not when like this he can fuck her even faster. A nasty, quick staccato motion of his hips rabbit humping into Abigail’s mom, his swollen and used asshole dilating and clenching down whenever he moves and flashing Pierre the entire damn time.

He’s staring at her tits, bouncing along in time with his puppy fast humping. He wants to suck on her nipples like a babe. He wants her to hold his head and brush his hair and tell him what a good boy he’s being while he does so. He wants to sleepily pump out his cream into her womb while drinking her milk and listening to her praise of what a perfect stud he is being for her…

All idiot fantasies of course but they push him up even higher on the corkscrew ascent toward his own peak.

His head falls forward but not to nurse from Caroline, no. Instead, he fits his teeth around her silky, unblemished shoulder and bites down.

She spasms beneath him, her nails once again on his back, digging into his skin. She is making wailing sounds like some kind of banshee, talking about how she’s absolutely in love with his virile stud cock. How he’s the best dick she’s ever had.

How she’ll book him from Morris over and over again and pump Pierre’s money into Joja Mart because Shane is by far the best product this prude little Town has to offer.

Shane stops biting her. He thrusts into Caroline one last time, feet trying again and again to find better purchase to all but crawl into her pussy as he explodes inside of her.

His head swings around, gaze probably like some kind of rabid animal as he stares at Pierre.

Looks him right in the eyes as he breeds up his wife in front of his nose as she talks about supporting Joja with his hard-earned cash; just so she could keep him as her toy boy.

Pierre is restless on his chair, hands curled in a death grip around the armrests, hips jerking up, fucking the goddamn air like the useless limp dick husband that he seems to be.

Useless. Impotent. Watching other men give it to his desperately horny wife. Listening to her berate him and humiliate him and getting off on it harder than Shane thought possible.

Caroline grabs his head with shaking hands and pulls him back around to kiss him while his cock is still flexing inside her and pumping out oozing ribbons of magma. That’s what it feels like, anyway.

When Shane finally pulls back, breathless and with the world slowly spinning around him, he smiles.

Eleven days. Jack is counting every hour, every minute of his captivity.

Eleven days.

And yet he is still here. Thriving.

He can’t say that his host has harmed even a single hair on his head. In fact, Jack has never before been living in such… luxury. The meals that Gabriel shows to him each night are as various as they are beautiful. Succulent meats and juicy vegetables, paired with the heaviest wines he has ever tasted. They feel thick on his tongue and sliding down his throat.

I did not know monsters could cook, he had growled the third night – and Gabriel had laughed. Low and resonant, his teeth glinting brilliant white in the candle light and his velvety eyes glittering like jewelry.

I have no need for this kind of sustenance… though I do enjoy its taste. No, the cook from the village tavern has offered her services and I could not refuse.

The villagers offer a lot of services, Jack finds out as Gabriel guides him through his mansion like a dog. Always trussed up; always made sure he can’t flee the premises.

They look happy enough, he supposes. They’re smiling, though regretfully when they gently decline his pleas for them to free him.

Gabriel feeds him. For even though he has not harmed a single hair on Jack’s head – Jack certainly has tried to harm him. The unfortunate fork incident has meant no cutlery for him, though Gabriel looks utterly delighted in being able to treat him like a puppet.

He refuses to acknowledge how oddly… sensual it is to watch him cut up the meat in wonderful little pieces which he offers him on an elegant fork. He will gently dab at any drip of sauce, or lean in and suckle it from Jack’s lower lip with the merest hint of teeth…

It is but a precursor of what is to follow during the night. Each and every night. When they are done with their meal and Gabriel stands up, offering his hand to Jack and leading him back toward his bedroom.

Jack could refuse of course but… would there be any good in that? At this point it feels like all his willpower is centered around denying Gabriel’s request again and again.

Become like me.

No.

Jack’s steps become slower as they move toward the bed. His body reacts instinctually to it now. Heating up. Prickling. Treacherous cock twitching, begging for release.

Gabriel does not allow it. He will not have him reach his peak before he has agreed to staying with him. Forever.

It is a torture in a whole different way.

“I have thought of a new play tonight,” Gabriel croons behind him as he gently plays with the bindings of Jack’s trousers. He kisses the flushed tip of Jack’s ear, then whispers with his soft, silky voice: “I think I will have your lovely little peach tonight.”

Jack does not know what it means but he pretends to either way. He grunts in vague protest and braces himself against the floor – ultimately has to give in to the monster’s gentle urging, though.

He finds himself on the bed, obediently lifting his arms so Gabriel may put different shackles around his wrists and ankles until he his spread eagle. Yet another meal for the beast who looks at him with a gaze that he can practically feel on his skin.

His cock is erect already. It’s flushed, thrust into the air and curving toward his belly. It is as shameful as it is inevitable. He cannot stop his body’s reaction to the fiend. He wishes he knew how just to deny Gabriel the satisfaction as he sits on the edge of the bed and reaches for him, his fingertips deftly dancing across the wet crown.

Jack inhales sharply. It feels like just a tickle will be able to set him off these days. Only that Gabriel seems to know him better than he himself does. Always stopping just before he reaches his peak…

Will he put his soft mouth around him again? He wishes for it just as much as he dreads it. The inexorable suckling, the soft brush of Gabriel’s long, glossy hair against his thighs… the look from his dark eyes as he keeps peering up into Jack’s face throughout his endeavor-

No… no… he said he wants to do something new…

Gabriel drags his fingertip slowly down Jack’s cock, pulling a trail of his wetness along with it. It is glistening on his shaft. He stares at it; at the sharp point of Gabriel’s perfectly made nails; more a talon than anything else, really. It would be so easy for him to so much damage…

Gabriel, knowing that Jack is looking, lifts his hand and shows him how his nails retreat into normal blunt edges.

“...How-” He bites down on the question. It does not really matter anyway, does it? This… this thing is not human. Of course he can do…

He watches as Gabriel lowers his hand once more, though not to grasp Jack’s cock. It slips out of sight before a second later he feels warm fingertips gently tickling his hole.

Jack inhales sharply, clenching down and pulling on the bindings around his ankles to try and push himself higher up the bed and away from the touch. He’s never… he’s never-

His wild-eyed gaze flicks up toward Gabriel as the Vampire chuckles softly.

The other tilts his head to the side and holds his gaze as he reaches for him yet again, gently dragging his soft fingertips against Jack’s desperately clenched hole.

“I can’t get enough of how sensitive you are,” Gabriel murmurs softly. “You are the sweetest little treat, my darling Jack.”

“I am not some child,” Jack hisses, pulling again on his ankle restraints. He can feel the warmth crawling through his body, starting from the soft touch against his anus.

“Of course you aren’t,” Gabriel agrees easily. As Jack watches, he lifts his fingers toward his mouth and makes a show out of dragging his tongue against them. Wetting them.

Jack is… fascinated. His insides grow warmer by the second, cock flexing just from the sight of Gabriel’s mouth suckling on two of his digits. Because now he knows what it feels like. He knows intimately what it is like to feel his tongue dancing against his skin and have the merest hint of those sharp fangs lightly teasing the ridge of his crown.

Jack clenches his eyes closed and turns his head away. He tries to breathe through the intense lust putting pressure on his groin. He can feel his cock flexing for Gabriel, dumb and eager. Drips of pre-cum slowly drooling from the tip and into his belly button.

He is so ready and eager for release he can practically taste it on his tongue – and Gabriel has barely even started yet.

“Look at me,” Gabriel asks softly, his voice just a silky rumble now. Does it sound threatening?

Jack’s eyes fly open either way. He can feel how they are brimming with tears of pure desperation and frustration.

Gabriel leans over him in one quick swooping motion, his glittering dark eyes suddenly right in front of him, his hair a curtain blocking out the soft flickering light of the candles.

“Your eyes, my darling Jack… your eyes. I want to stare at them for eternity.”

He leans down and kisses him; mouth soft and warm and sensual like always – but Jack can hardly focus on the sensation as at the same time, Gabriel’s fingers are back at his entrance, wet and slippery and insistent.

It’s not like Jack isn’t trying to keep the monster out of his body but… there is only so much a single man can do to resist the push of a tongue and a finger. He tries to focus but his ears are filled with the soft clinking of his chains whenever he fidgets, and Gabriel’s insistence is so… charming.

He keeps at it, tongue so soft and clever as it slips between Jack’s lips until he finally opens up for him to let him thrust it in nice and deep. It just kind of… happens that he also relaxes the rest of his body, allowing those long, gentle fingers to slide inside him.

Jack gasps. Gabriel pulls away to let him figure it out, a devious little smirk hidden inside the black whiskers of his beard.

“Oh you feel so wonderfully warm, my darling,” he whispers. It is so intimate in the darkness produced by his long, glossy hair. “Is it your first time? I think so. Nobody has touched your perfect little peach yet, isn’t that so?”

He kisses the point of Jack’s chin, his fingers slowly sliding in and out of his nervously clenching hole. The feeling is… alien. Jack keeps thinking he has to bear down and push him back out but nothing he does actually makes Gabriel take his fingers out of him – or speed their slow thrusts up for that matter.

His impossibly flushed erection has flagged a little because of the odd sensation but the longer it goes on, the more he starts to… accept it.

As shameful as that might be. He turns his head away finally, eyes clenched shut once more. This time Gabriel doesn’t make him look back at him again. He seems satisfied with the progress he is making on Jack.

He sits back up, giving Jack some space to work through the sensations he is feeling and just enjoying the sight of it all. At least that is what Jack thinks he might be doing. While he’s spent most of his waking hours with the monster, he still can’t quite fathom what might be going on inside his head.

Other than driving Jack slowly but surely insane.

“You feel so wonderful inside,” he repeats softly, fingers doing… something inside Jack. Scissoring apart, maybe. He gasps and tries to pull his knees up instinctively only to be stopped by his restraints yet again.

Gabriel twists his wrist and drags his knuckles against Jack’s rim. “I can make you feel like this every night, my darling. I can make you feel like this whenever you might desire. I would do anything for you. If you would just agree to let me make you mine. With everything that you are.”

He pushes in deeper and twists his wrist again and- Jack gasps, head thrown back, spine arching as an intense feeling of heat washes through him.

There’s a ringing in his ears and when it recedes, Gabriel’s voice is there to fill the void; as gentle and crooning as ever: “You do not need to be afraid… you will not be a prisoner. We will travel the world, my darling. We will see everything it has to offer. You may even go about your funny little hunting business and take care of the real evils out there. I might even like to assist you.”

The way Gabriel smirks as he says the last looks all too indulging.

Jack can’t reply; not when Gabriel pushes once more against that magic little spot that has stars dancing in front of his vision and his insides quiver like liquid.

He groans like a dying animal, sweat prickling and itching all over his skin and driving further into madness. All these sensations. He has had so many fights over the years but none were like this. This slow erosion chipping away at his defenses.

His balls feel swollen to double their size. He wants to empty them so badly but each time he gets so tantalizingly close to his release, Gabriel pulls away and makes him calm down again. He doesn’t know how he does it. He’s tried not making any sound at all, biting his lips bloody until Gabriel had been suddenly in his face, his eyes huge and dark and glistening as he brushed his fingers gently against Jack’s chin and whispered: “Oh you are so hard to resist, are you not? You beautiful little morsel…”

He prays for the beast to finally slip up and just keep pushing him a little too far… but even now he pulls out before he can finally have his release. With a parting little brush of fingers against Jack’s prostate, he takes his hands off of him and sits there with an enigmatic smile, watching him sob and writhe, hips fucking up into the air, his brick red cock slapping against his belly.

His body’s reaction is as maddening as it is humiliating. He has never felt himself this… powerless. This tethered to his own primal needs.

He’s never been this aware of his own hole, the rim wet and vaguely aching from being stretched around the Vampire’s fingers. Clenching and opening. Wanting him back inside.

When Gabriel deems him calm enough for more, he leans down and kisses the jut of his hip bone; so close to Jack’s cock that it flexes, a fat pearl of pre-cum oozing from its swollen, dark tip and adding to the pool on his quivering belly.

“You are absolutely breathtaking,” Gabriel whispers.

Jack tries to hiss at him that Vampires obviously do not breathe – but those fingers are back, dancing across his hole and just teasing him with the thought of more of that delicious pleasure, cutting off any other thought.

So the infernal game starts anew. Gabriel reaching deep into Jack’s guts – at least that is what it feels like – and murmuring in that beautiful voice of his how hot and tight he feels. How humbled he is that he should be the first to introduce Jack to so many delicious pleasures of the body.

How he wants to show him so much more – and Jack feverishly wondering what more there could even be. He already feels swollen like a waterskin, bloated with nothing but his own desperation and the orgasms that keep being denied.

Tears are flowing freely at some point. Tears of pure frustration, his hips inexpertly jerking up, trying to awkwardly fuck the air with no release in sight.

Gabriel gives his prostate one last loving brush before completely pulling back. He sits calm as some kind of infernal God, listening to Jack’s animal shout of anger and need and watching him struggle against his bonds.

“It is not easy for me either, my Jack,” he whispers, the barest hint of a tremor in his voice. “You are so very delicious… I really do have to restraint myself.”

He stands, quickly hiding his barely trembling hands behind his back. “I shall leave you for a moment to calm yourself and gather your thoughts. You know it is in your hands to end this sweet torture. A simple ‘yes’ will suffice.”

His dark eyes linger on Jack who jerkily turns his head away, holding on to his resolve with the last shreds of his sanity.

Gabriel’s steps start to move away after another moment of complete silence and the door closes behind him with a gentle click, leaving Jack lying there in his misery.

It takes him quite a bit to realize.

That is because he is still so very tense and needs to relax… but once he does, his arms stretching out a little to put slack on the chains, he does notice-

One of the shackles is not closed properly. They do not need a key to open, merely operating on latches which Gabriel has always closed so very carefully-

But tonight he has slipped up. Jack is dumbfounded, staring at his freed hand.

He can free himself.