71st Batch Of Fics: 10th Fill
Hanzo/Genji – Inheritance AU – Part 7 – fem!Hanzo – Family bathing fun time.
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“You are right, of course. They’re well trained… just a little flick of my finger-” she does just that, flicking her index finger out toward Genji, and immediately he can hear three men taking one step forward, “-and they are just waiting for me to tell them how they should rip you into pieces.”
Genji swallows thickly, heart suddenly thumping in his chest again; this time not at all because he’s horny.
Still, he puts on a brave face and grins as he leans back. “You talk about them like they’re dogs… you think they appreciate that?”
Hanzo slowly puts her little towel off to the side of the tub. She looks more relaxed than during any of the other – two – times Genji had seen her. She certainly seems more talkative.
“They appreciate anything and everything I do to them,” Hanzo murmurs. Her smoky voice makes that sound that much… better. Genji licks his lips. The corner of Hanzo’s mouth briefly twitches up when she sees that, then moves her hand again in a lazy but short waving motion.
Genji can see from the corners of his eyes how the guards sink back into the shadows quietly.
Hanzo continues while watching him closely: “They are being well compensated for their… efforts.”
The trap thrown out is so blatant and yet Genji finds himself almost physically struggling against the need to ask more about it. Try and wriggle some information out of her. Make her say something juicy that will validate his imagination running wild and free.
Instead he says with a croak: “Sounds like a good deal.”
Hanzo’s eyes narrow. She watches him from underneath her heavy eyelids. Is it just him or can he see just a little inkling of begrudging respect? “Indeed.”
She has stretched her arms back out along the edge of her tub, fingers idly drawing little nonsensical patterns against the rounded stone.
It’s only then, surprisingly enough, that Genji drops his gaze to her chest. And only as a semi accident.
He can’t see much. The water is a little milky and the mist wafting over its surface only lets him stare at her cleavage like a teen getting off on the sight of a goddamn ankle. At this point he feels like he could get off on that too. Maybe have her little feet stepping on his cock too? Make him feel the pain?
“Eyes back on my face now.”
Hanzo’s voice has him look up even before the words properly register. It makes him feel like she has allowed him to stare at her tits which… what? What does that even mean?
Genji can feel the withdrawal badly. He needs something in his system. That’s why he feels so paranoid.
Hanzo doesn’t say more. She just looks at him. And he looks back. And in the hot water below his cock is desperately hard. He can’t get up before her for fear of her sicking her dogs on him. So while she is here, Genji has to stay.
He’s a prisoner of his own damn making.
“You know… if daddy dearest doesn’t have me in his will after all… I could be useful to you. I can learn just as well as those guards of yours.”
Hanzo hums thoughtfully. She slowly puts a finger against her lips, tracing their shape as she thinks about his words. “So you mean to say you could make yourself actually useful… instead of just being some dead weight that I have to deal with because our father found it impossible not to get some random call girl pregnant.”
Genji leans back against the wall of the hot tub and shrugs one shoulder, trying to at least pretend like he’s not desperately craving both a hit and the warm embrace of his big sister’s cunt.
“I’m saying that I’m definitely worth more alive than dead.”
“Hm. We’ll see about that.”
Hanzo so casually threatening him is better than he wants it to be. He stares at her through the mist. The heat is starting to get to his head and makes it even more difficult to think than it already had been.
He bounces his leg beneath the water but at least she can’t see that. She’s dissecting his every sign of weakness, it feels like.
Utterly and completely ruthless.
“When will the testimony be read?”
“In two days.” She keeps moving her finger along her lips and it becomes more and more distracting. Genji stares at Hanzo’s mouth, wondering just how she’d look with it wrapped around a cock. Doesn’t even have to be his. He’d pay to watch her suck off just about anybody at this point. While he stares, her mouth slowly stretches into a smile.
Is it the first one he’s seen from her? It looks predatory and more like a show of her perfectly white, perfectly straight teeth. In his cooking brain he can imagine her digging them into flesh and ripping out a bloody piece of meat all too well. “The question is… will you make it until then?” she asks in an almost purr.
Genji is getting short of breath. It starts to dimly dawn on him just how dangerous this woman is.
She doesn’t need any of the guards posted around the estate. She only has them so she doesn’t have to dirty her own hands with the viscera of her opponents.
A wild animal waiting to strike.
“I am sure I will,” Genji replies as casually as he can before changing the subject. “Tell me about yourself, big sister… do you have family? Husband or kids? We’re blood related and I know so little of you…”
“And I know that much more about you, Genji,” she replies silkily without missing a beat. “About what clubs you frequent most… about who are your favorite drug dealers… how often you jerk off that pathetic little dick of yours.”
Her eyes seem to be the only thing clear through the hot mist, their blackness absolutely hypnotic to him as she speaks. She is determined to catch him slipping, that much is obvious. She wants to tease him into failing and his body is only too eager to comply. But his brain isn’t.
The withdrawal makes it feel like it is itching all over but that is only a boon at this point. It keeps him more or less sharp and alert. He stares right back at Hanzo, overly aware of how the water laps at her naked body.
“You’ve let your dogs watch me, hm? I don’t care. I got an exhibitionist streak a mile wide. But you knew that already, didn’t you?”
Again that brief flicker in her eyes. The begrudging respect though he can’t quite pinpoint yet what it is that tickles it out of her.
She chuckles softly. The sound sends ripples of sensation over what is exposed of his arms, goosebumps raising. His nipples become desperately tight in the hot water.
“Hm,” she hums softly. She reaches for a glass of wine that he hadn’t even noticed sitting right there until her fingers curl around it and bringing it to her mouth to take a little sip. “You are a bit… interesting. I have to admit.”
He exhales a soft breath, trying not to make it too obvious that he’s held it in the first place.Fuck why is everything she says and does so intense?
