12th Batch Ko-Fi Fics: 15th Fill
That concludes this batch!
Zenyatta/Genji/Hanzo - ABO; Sanzang, Omega!Zenyatta; demon, Alpha!Hanzo & Genji; just the tip; impregnation/breeding kink - Zenyatta knows he shouldnātā¦ but they are so very convincingā¦
The demons are not trying to hide what they are. They flaunt it, really; showing off their inhumanly sharp teeth when they grin, their long claws gently scratching the delicate nape of Zenyattaās neck when they curl around him and box him in between their muscular bodies.
It is not the first time that creatures like them have tried to woo him, but it is the first time that they make himā¦ pause and *consider*. They smell thick of Alpha. Almost suffocatingly so. The odor hangs in the air, spicy and weirdly sweet like rotting leafs.
They are persistent and, yes, *charming*, and Zenyatta canāt help it when he starts chuckling at the younger oneās antics or tilts his head and listens when the older one regales him with a tale.
He canāt help how *alluring* they become to him; how his body responds so confusingly easy, the space between his thighs becoming so sensitive and swollen when they touch him; standing so very close and refusing to give him any room to *breathe*ā¦
If only he could fill his lungs with cool night airā¦ maybe it would ease this *yearning*ā¦
They read him like a book. Maybe they can even smell his guilelessly excited body ā how it heats up for them so easily, his insides growing warm and creamy when they press in from both sides, purring innocuous little questions at him; touching his hands and his face, sharp claws catching at the neck of his robes and tugging at them to carefully pull them down one shoulder, cautiously watching his reaction-
They play with him. It becomes clear to him when one settles behind him, curling hands around his slim shoulders and guiding him to lean against their chest, while the other starts crawling between his legs.
Zenyatta is not helpless, not by a long shot, but against them he isā¦ vulnerable. Very much so. He feels like thereās a sickness inside him that makes his head fuzzy and his heart skip a beat when the elder demon brushes his robes apart with gentle hands that still let him feel the sharp claws just shy of not-digging into his supple thighs.
The younger one behind him is excited; Zenyatta can feel it even before he can smell the thick musk curling around him: the young demonās cock is pressing into the small of his back. It is a feverishly hot sensation that makes Zenyatta feel like the sickly warmth is radiating out into his belly and down to his womb, making him *yearn*ā¦
āGorgeous little saint,ā Hanzo purrs, his voice deeper. More feral and less human. He leans up towards Zenyatta, watching his prettily painted eyes while breathing hot against his mouth. āAre you not afraid?ā
Zenyatta can sense the change; both in the demon before him as well as the one pressing against his back, holding him calm even as he brims with excitement himself, hips gently fucking against his back now.
When Hanzo leans a bit farther back again, Zenyatta can see his true form for the first time; the slate grey skin with its intricate markings and the ominous, curved fangs. Hanzo smiles at him, his white eyes scrunching up while his hand moves, slipping beneath Zenyattaās robes and gently pushes his underwear to the side.
He does it like it is an inevitability; like he has a right to what Zenyatta is hiding beneath ā and Zenyatta canāt find it in him to put him in his place. His slit is warm and pulsing, feeling more sensitive than it ever has.
He is panting, his nipples feeling soā¦ swollen, pressing against his robe until Genji pulls it, too as far down as possible, until the fine garments are only bunched around his middle, exposing his body to the greedy stares of the demons.
Genji whines and drags trembling hands along Zenyattaās upper arms, then cups the meager little swell of his chest, pinching his chubby areolas between thumb and forefinger until Zenyatta *arcs* and gasps.
āBrotherā¦ please,ā Genji whines, but Hanzo shakes his head, slow and patient. The rough pad of his thumb is pressed against Zenyattaās creamy hole, drawing self-indulgent circles against the quivering, soft muscle.
āYou are too rough,ā Hanzo murmurs, and Zenyatta *wants* that with a sudden clarity that it hurts. His mouth is hanging open as he stares at the demon ā watches him unwind his own garments to show off his big Alpha cock, and Zenyatta wants to be ravaged by itā¦ *destroyed* on it-
The younger demon is nudging at his chin and urging him to turn his head away from his brother. Seconds later, he is kissing him, deep and greedy, biting at Zenyattaās lips until they feel so sensitive and rawā¦
He is overwhelmed by the sensation; the unfamiliarity of it. His brother is working itself up into a frenzy, and they have not done much other than kiss and stroke him. They are as gentle as demons can be, he supposes.
He cries out softly when he is breached. Hanzoās answering chuckle vibrates through him. He wants to buck down instinctively, but he is held in place, his swollen opening so *ready* but only spread on the very tip of the demonās huge Alpha cock.
āNone of that now,ā Hanzo purrs towards him. āI need to make sure not to hurt you, after allā¦ā
They are torturing him after all. Zenyatta is panting, hiccuping out little sobs, the sounds unfamiliar as he is usually so very restraintā¦ but it is difficult when they only give him the raw basics of what he needs; letting him taste how it could be to be speared on a sickly hot demon cock but not letting him have it all the way.
Genji is still kissing him; his mouth and cheek and ear, purring something lewd and intimate, and Zenyattaās mind gets filled with the thought of having their pups; getting big and swollen from their seed after theyāve fed it to his hungry body again and again and againā¦ carrying their offspring and keeping it safe for them until they come back to collect itā¦
He knows he shouldnāt want it; He knows theyāre *defiling* him ā but he canāt help but yearn for it.
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