Cassidy/Hanzo – Part 3/4 (ish) – wolfgod!Hanzo; coyote shapeshifter!Cassidy; young!Cassidy (mid 20s); old!Hanzo (mid 40s); virgin!Cassidy; transman Cassidy – Time to do the deflowering!
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Hanzo wants to fuck Cole like this; just the way he is. In his true form so none of his senses will be suppressed as he partakes in this absolutely delightful little treat – but as his humongous cock slides against the pup’s ass and along the protrusion of his spine once, twice, three times, he has to admit that he is simply too big for the shapeshifter.
Cole, admirably, does not say anything. Maybe he does not realize that Hanzo could quite literally rip him in half on his cock. He seems deep in his own head, all sinewy muscle tight as a board and trembling. Waiting and dreading in equal measures for the moment that Hanzo’s cock will cuddle up to his unused, perfect cunt.
Hanzo growls. He wants to lick Cole’s neck while he fucks him but he can’t do both at the same time. His hips keep hunching forward, dragging his dick along the delicious knobs of Cole’s desperately arched back. Fucking him in the oddest way possible while the scent of his ripe, hot peach is driving Hanzo insane.
So he has to reconsider his approach. He does not like it but there is nothing to do about it. Not now. Not when he first has to open this pup up to getting adored by him.
Hanzo shifts his form, moving from a large white wolf into the shape of something more human like. Still big, yes, but not uncomfortably so. His hands drag along Cole’s skinny back, feeling the bit of fur he managed to grow despite his body’s abused state.
Cole’s head turns around slowly. His eyes are wide, staring up at Hanzo throning above him in his human-like glory. He doesn’t say anything at first, only a wheezing little whine escaping him.
Hanzo curls a corner of his mouth up. He pets along Cole’s back again. “Good boy,” he croons, magnanimously.
Beneath his petting hand, he can feel Cole starting to relax downward; the arch of his spine becoming a valley as he starts to present himself. Present his juicy cunt. It’s furry lips are glistening from its own wetness and the ministrations of Hanzo’s tongue.
He can see Cole’s hole, silky and small and perfect. Too perfect to immediately destroy on his other cock.
Hanzo made the right decision. Of course.
He grasps Cole’s meager ass and lightly digs his claws into his skin as he spreads his cheeks; looking at all that he has to offer because it is his right now.
He drags his human cock along his gash, using his thumb to press against his shaft and let the tip gently nudge against Cole’s hole.
The pup is audibly panting. His tail, curved nice and obedient out of the way, trembles with anticipation.
“I’ll make you mine now,” Hanzo purrs low. He can feel his heartbeat throbbing in his cock, strong and unhurried. His balls feel nice and full for his new mate. “I will take perfect care of you, my pet. And I think once I have had my fill for the moment, fucking you raw and pumping you full of my pups… I will have a little stroll in the moonlight and sniff out whoever mangled your perfect body.”
He moves his hips, focusing on being slow despite the heat crawling through his veins. He can push him down later; put his hand on the back of his head and mash his face into the ground while he grunt fucks his squelching pussy-
Yes, he can do it all. But for now, he needs to be nice and slow… nice and… slow…
Hanzo hisses through his teeth when his crown finally pops into Cole’s body. The shapeshifter is groaning open mouthed and delirious. His shoulders start to tilt toward the ground all on their own.
His stump awkwardly waves in front of his belly like he wants to reach for his cunt and feel for himself how it’s getting stretched so mean.
Hanzo’s hand curls around the base of his bushy tail. He needs a lot of tender love and care; someone to take a brush to his fur and make sure there are no devious little pests hiding in it.
He will make time for that later; once he’s bred his pup up and got him secured away.
Once he maimed whoever dared to lay hands on him.
Cole’s pussy might be unused but it stretches beautifully for him. The little mouth suckles on his dick, gripping nice and tight. His inner muscles work all nervous and shy. Absolutely delicious.
Thumb dragging against the vertebrae of Cole’s tail, Hanzo takes care to rock into him nice and slow despite it being absolute torture.
“You feel… divine,” Hanzo grits out between clenched teeth. “A perfect, untouched flower just for me…”
Cole whines in response; high-pitched and a bit panicky sounding. His shoulders have sunk completely to the ground now; absolute submission to Hanzo. When he speaks, his words are trembling so hard that it is difficult for Hanzo to follow along.
“You jus’... you jus’ say that t-to them all right?”
Hanzo tilts his head. He does not know what that is supposed to mean, though he gets a feeling it is meant to be cheeky. And if Cole has enough wherewithal to focus on anything but getting mounted, Hanzo is not doing his job properly.
He growls low in his throat, tilting his torso forward and over the scrawny back of the pup. His cock slides a little deeper still, aided by how the peach’s juices have started to drip. Once speared open, there is no way to stem the tide, though Hanzo is very much of a mind to try and stopper it with his dick.
“You are mouthy,” he croons back. “Amusing.”
Cole does not answer. What little cheek he had possessed has obviously left him as he’s gently forced to get used to being bred. His face is pink and sweaty, mouth looking so soft… Hanzo wishes his tongue were still long enough to reach it and lick inside. Kiss him as deep as he can.
Instead, he crawls into his body in a different way. His cock is bigger than any human’s would be, even in this form. He can see that Cole realizes as much from the tears of overstimulation glittering in the pup’s eyes.
Explosively, as if Cole had forgotten to do so, he exhales a long breath, then inhales shudderingly and whines while moving as if to try and crawl away. Hanzo doesn’t let him, of course. He tilts his head, interested and amused by the pup’s shenanigans.
Cole’s insides are clenched down on him like wet velvet. It is a delirious feeling.
“You can’t go anywhere now,” Hanzo purrs, curling himself further over his new mate, covering his back, hips gently nudging forward still through the slight resistance he can feel. Cole yips, then goes still and cross-eyed.
“We’ve come too far now… wouldn’t want to spoil the fun before the grand finale, hmn?”
Cassidy/Hanzo – Part 4/4 (ish) – wolfgod!Hanzo; coyote shapeshifter!Cassidy; young!Cassidy (mid 20s); old!Hanzo (mid 40s); virgin!Cassidy; transman Cassidy – They'll do just fine :) a cute lil family in the making :))
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“What’s the… w-whats the-” the pup doesn’t manage to finish the question. He’s curled up all weird beneath Hanzo, nearly standing on his head because he’s speared on cock and his ass just has to be nice and high up despite all his wriggling and moving about.
He is precious. Still so nervous… still so sensitive. Every time Hanzo ruts, Cole wheezes and his cunt clenches down hard. Squelching. Sucking. Being just as weird and nervous as the pup itself.
Hanzo loves it.
“What the grand finale is?” he purrs, allowing himself a harder thrust that has Cole hiccuping out a yelp, his whole body shuddering. He must have felt a brief spike of pain when Hanzo’s tip pushed up against his cervix but from how loose and whiny he gets right after, he must have enjoyed the sensation.
He’s somehow managed to curl his arms around one of Hanzo’s biceps, holding on for dear life while he’s getting dicked.
Hanzo’s balls keep slapping against the pup’s pussy; the jut of his swollen little cock at the apex of his furry labia. “The finale, my sweet,” Hanzo finally continues, slightly out of breath, head feeling nice and fuzzy. “Is me pumping you full of my seed and breeding you up. Putting my young into your belly so I can fatten you up for the months to come.”
Cole wheezes. His mouth keeps smearing wet and hot against Hanzo’s skin as he gets rattled on the Okami’s cock.
Is he against being bred up? Or is he for it? Hanzo would not be able to say. All of Cole’s reactions make him think the pup is in pain before his cunt gushes and his muscles go hot and loose.
He is nervous of dicks but loves them all the same. At least that is what Hanzo is getting from all this. From lowering his head and watching Cole’s face up-side-down; seeing how wide and dark his eyes are, how slack his mouth…
Shocked at his own depravity, maybe. Flabbergasted by how much he loves a cock spearing into his belly and making his virgin cunt feel hot and lose and ready to be impregnated.
His eyes keep falling close, then being wrenched open again as if set under some kind of shock. The adrenaline of his capture must be wearing off, leaving him high on endorphins of getting fucked and yet absolutely exhausted from it all.
Hanzo lowers his head even further, gently pressing his mouth against Cole’s forehead. Slowing down the staccato thrusts of his hips into a gentle, loving grind. There is no rush to pump him full in a set amount of time. He can be gentle about it. Careful. Make his new little mate absolutely addicted to cock. The feeling of fullness.
The feeling of being pregnant and still needing to fuck to get all those belly aches out of his system.
Oh, Hanzo will take such perfect care of him…
He finds himself wanting to speed up once more. Ram harder into Cole; dick him until his teeth click together. But he doesn’t. He can’t. Gods, he can’t, not now…
He has to shift around, holding Cole nice and close as he lies himself down on the stone floor of his temple and sits this scrawny coyote shapeshifter on his dick. Watches how his skinny legs have to spread wide to accommodate Hanzo’s thick waist. Watch him just stare at him with those large, fathomless eyes and his mouth hanging open for the taking.
He is hypnotizing. Addictive. Hanzo has taken so many mates over the years but none have had him in a chokehold like this foreign creature that just sits there and doesn’t move. Simply holds his dick warm in the hot grasp of its virgin pussy.
“Oh damn… oh damn,” Cole keeps muttering, one hand braced on Hanzo’s chest and the stump aimlessly moving around. He’s unsure what to do with it. Unsure what to do with any part of his body, it seems. His hair is wild and tangled and hanging in his eyes while his ripped ears are folded backwards with nerves.
“Let me help you,” Hanzo purrs, grasping Cole by the hips. Oh, he can already feel it… this pup will be gorgeous once fed properly. He’ll be big and sturdy and able to take Hanzo’s young every year if he so pleases. He’ll be used to waddling around nice and fat and eating for six-
Slowly, Hanzo lifts Cole up, dragging his clutching cunt along his dick – then sits him down again just as slowly.
Cole’s mouth opens, a breathy sound of surprise audible. His nails dig into Hanzo’s skin, back curling as he moves forward.
Nothing that would hinder Hanzo in using him like a toy and pumping him along his cock. It’s easier to be gentle like this; when he can press his ass against the ground so his eager hips wouldn’t rabbit fuck the pretty virgin.
Cole keeps muttering, his voice climbing higher as he claws at Hanzo’s chest, sweat starting to drip from the tip of his nose.
He is a sight to behold. What a perfect offering the villagers have brought him. Hanzo doesn’t know where to look first; the pleasure on his pet’s face or the swollen cock he is sporting.
He wants to suck it. He wants to hold Cole down and spend hours licking his dick. He wants to sniff at him all over, rub his body against him until they smell like one entity…
Later. Later.
Cole throws his head back, his throat stretched deliciously; and all of a sudden, he does not let himself get used anymore. He tenses his legs, bracing himself and hindering Hanzo at pulling him back down onto his cock.
It’s not that he wants to stop playing, though. Just a moment later Cole starts to move; all on his own. He pumps himself along Hanzo’s cock, faster than Hanzo let him do so before; just him bouncing on dick and whining in the sweetest sounds-
Of course it doesn’t take long for him to come. Especially since Hanzo lovingly pets a thumb against his swollen cock and feels it twitch against himself.
He yips like a much younger pup, his body trembling with the force of his orgasm. Hanzo curls his arms around him, pulling him against his torso, heels digging against the ground to slowly pump up into the desperate clench of his cunt.
“Wonderful… just a little more and I’ll breed you up… You will love your new life, my Cole. You will be treated like a King. I will have the villagers fetch whatever treats your heart might desire. You will be the most precious pet to me… just accept my love. Accept it. Accept it.”
He pumps a little faster, deeper, Cole’s cunt squelching with wetness. Hanzo clenches his eyes shut as he feels his orgasm at the base of his cock and tingling along his spine. He grinds himself into Cole, forcing the thick, hot spurts to reach as deep as they will go.
Cassidy/Hanzo – Part 2/4 (ish) – wolfgod!Hanzo; coyote shapeshifter!Cassidy; young!Cassidy (mid 20s); old!Hanzo (mid 40s); virgin!Cassidy; transman Cassidy – Hanzo wants himself a piece of that.
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Despite how tightly clenched Cole’s tail is, it very easily moves aside once Hanzo’s nose starts to gently nudge beneath it.
The shapeshifter wheezes, his words barely parsable for Hanzo. “Holyshitholyshitholyshit pleasegoddon’tletmedielikethis-”
Hanzo doesn’t pay it much attention. He has found something. He pauses, dumfounded, then chuffs and pushes his face a bit harder against the stone of the cage to push his snout that much closer to what he realizes is a juicy little cunt.
His ears fold back against his head, feet excitedly moving in little steps that have his sharp claws clicking against the stone floor. Hanzo’s tongue slides out, right between the lips of Cole’s pussy. The shapeshifter gasps, moving up onto the balls of his feet.
Hanzo would think that the young man was trying to get away from his touch… if he weren’t tilting his hips back toward him. Offering up his little peach – if only for a second before he all but rams himself unconscious against the bars of his cage.
Hanzo pulls back. His tongue licks his chops obsessively to taste everything he can.
Cole peers back at him over his shoulder. His face is unreadable. Whatever he sees in Hanzo has him breathe out a soft ‘Fuuuck…’ before he turns back forward and starts to shake out his limbs. Relaxing himself.
Haltingly moving his tail out of the way to finally allow Hanzo proper access to everything he has on offer.
His ass is as scrawny as the rest of him but Hanzo has no qualms getting his nose right between those cheeks, tongue warm and long and wet, sliding through the crack and briefly over his tight hole.
He is malnourished and has been for quite some time, that is obvious… yet Hanzo can see what this creature can become under him with just a little bit of care. He will be perfect once Hanzo has had a chance to properly mold him. Give him a chance to be his most perfect self. Big and muscular and hairy and strong-
Hanzo is pressing harder against the stone bars of the cage, his tongue snaking out as far as it will go to dip between the lips of Cole’s pussy. Its smell is driving Hanzo wild. It’s ripe and unused and so perfectly ready to be plucked that his fur stands on end and his claws dig into the stone of his temple, trying to get closer.
All the while, Cole just… takes it. His tail, trembling as it is, stays nice and out of the way to let Hanzo reach whatever he wants to reach. And his scrawny body is working overtime for the attention of the Okami… so wet and juicy…
And Cole is so very vocal throughout; scrabbling at whatever purchase he can find, dancing on the balls of his feet, he croons the sweetest little nothings out. “Fuck… fuck that’s it; r-right there oh holy- damn that’s…”
Whenever Hanzo’s long, soft tongue manages to drag across the swollen little cock sitting at the apex of Cole’s pussy, the shapeshifter makes a sound like he’s about to die. All sweet and whimpering and submissive, hips fucking the air uselessly, trying to hump something that is not there. What a sweet, obedient treat he is…
But it is not enough.
Hanzo needs more. He needs him out of the cage so he can taste him and play with him however he wishes.
So he opens the door to Cole’s prison. Easy as that.
The scrawny pup stares at him, eyes glassy, mouth soft and agape. He does not know what to do. His thighs tremble like his body is trying to tell him to flee, but Hanzo is completely blocking the entrance. And even if he were to shift completely, his chances at escaping with three legs would be slim…
Hanzo slowly licks over his muzzle. He can still taste the shapeshifter’s gash. Perfect and unused. How he could make it to his age without getting mounted every which way is beyond Hanzo – but he does not mind. Oh, he does not mind one bit.
“Easy now…” Cole tries, lifting his one hand in supplication. “We’re friends here, right? You wouldn’t eat me now… would ya?”
His tail is back between his legs, curved up to his navel; shielding his perfect peach from Hanzo’s view. He’s nervous but not afraid. His scent has changed in that regard.
He’s still weary of Hanzo, but no longer because he fears his death. It’s just the habits of a nervous youngling ready to be bred up. Hanzo opens his maw to pull in more of that dizzying scent, tongue flopping out.
Cole’s eyes watch it, his mouth standing open himself. He’s thinking about how that tongue felt dragging through his gash; that much is very obvious to Hanzo.
“We’re more then friends,” the Okami says with a congenial lilt in his voice. “You are mine now. My pet. I will take perfect care of you.”
He has to make himself retreat, opening the entry way for the shapeshifter.
“Come here so I can properly inspect you…”
The pup is moving, albeit haltingly. It is not Hanzo’s pull that makes him put one foot in front of the other this time; no, it is his own body betraying him.
His own lust. He moves closer, not just out of his cage but toward Hanzo, and when he stretches out his arm to carefully touch the Okami’s soft fur, Hanzo lets him.
He sits there, inhaling Cole’s scent as he lets the scrawny pup pet him with an expression of dumb wonder on his face.
“Shit, you’re real…” he finally whispers.
Hanzo chuffs, not necessarily in the mood to talk. Certainly not when Cole has started relaxing enough to let down his tail, showing off the furry mound between his thin thighs.
Hanzo lowers his massive head, tongue snaking out and dragging between Cole’s thighs. What he gets is a whine and an arm thrown around his neck. That’s novel, but not necessarily unwelcome. Hanzo finds himself pleased by how touch-y feel-y the pup is becoming already.
“You will be mine,” Hanzo murmurs again, tongue continuously slipping out for little tastes that have the shapeshifter dancing for him. “I will fuck you. And breed you. I will pump myself into you until your stomach is fat with my cock.”
He leans down even further until he can touch his large, wet nose to the slick gash that he’s become enamored with fast.
“Mine,” he growls softly.
It’s not difficult to bully the pup into position. Cole is falling over his own long, scrawny limbs, unbalanced due to his missing arm; and so very nervous as he slowly goes down on all fours, his back round in an cowering position.
“You’re not goin’ to eat me afterward, are ya?”
Hanzo steps closer, his shadow completely engulfing the young shapeshifter.
