2nd Drabble of October! (Patreon)

Genyatta - consensual non consent; Kind-of-monster fucc; thigh fucking - Zenyatta has talked Genji into letting the dragon loose, and has to reap what he's sown.

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Genji slams into Zenyatta from behind, toppling him onto the forest ground. The fall is just barely cushioned by the thick, juicy grass. There’s a gnarled root that is reaching out of the ground just a couple inches next to Zenyatta’s head.

That could have taken a turn for the worst, but as is, Genji does not pay it any mind.

The ethereal green glow of his eyes is illuminating their immediate surroundings eerily as Zenyatta shakes off the daze of the fall and starts digging his fingers into the soil, trying to claw his way out from beneath Genji’s heavier bulk.

Genji is growling – no, the dragon in him is growling – and his fingers, ending in too sharp tips, dig into Zenyatta’s ribs as he pulls him back down. Zenyatta groans. He tries to remind himself that all of this is planned; that he’s agreed excitedly to Genji hunting him down just to let his little monster play for once.

It is difficult to remember when he can feel a bit of blood starting to well up where Genji’s claws are digging into his skin. There’s not even a little bit of fat to cushion it.

Genji makes short work of his clothes; ripping his loose pants down to his knees and exposing him to the cool night air.

His cock, soft and plump, swings beneath him; scared limp as the monster behind him crawls up farther, his hot, hard cock dragging along the backs of Zenyatta’s thighs.

He whimpers and clenches his eyes, digs his fingers into the soil.

Genji wants to fuck him, there is no doubt in his mind; he wants to squeeze that big, angry dick into him and spread his silky, hot insides open on it. Wants to grunt fuck into his belly until Zenyatta’s face is mashed into the dirt. Until he’s fucked into submission.

He can’t manage to find that desperate little clench, though.

Right now, Genji is little more than dumb animal instinct, and it seems he thankfully can’t coordinate his hands to grab his dick and guide it into his prey.

Zenyatta exhales a rough, shaky breath, his eyes squeezed shut as he tries to first center and calm himself, then brace himself against the ground, pushing up into the heavy weight on his back.

Genji is still growling, the green glow around them intensifying. His cock finally slips between Zenyatta’s thigh, and Zenyatta, in an act of mercy, clenches his knees together and provides him a warm space to grunt fuck into.

He bites his lips but soon has to gasp, mouth hanging open as he gets rocked by Genji’s frantic, hard fucking. Genji is letting go of his ribcage and reaches down; makes sure Zenyatta’s thighs are clenched together as tightly as they can be as he struggles to get up on the balls of his feet so he has more leverage to fuck his prey.

Zenyatta’s cock has chubbed up considerably despite the fear coursing through him. He does not think the dragon inside Genji will be satisfied with breeding his prey once. He might fuck him raw; hump him until Zenyatta can’t walk for days without someone knowing he got fucked good.

It is scary to know that Genji will not take care of the shy erection Zenyatta is sporting, and even more scary that he thinks he does not even need him to take care of it. Everything feels weird and muddled; like he’s enjoying this way more than he should.

That he’s way more into this beast fucking him into the ground than anybody had anticipated. He closes his eyes and tries to find his inner peace but it is difficult when Genji’s hot cock drags against his silky skin without anything to slick the way.

Soon he’ll abandon it in favor to crawl over Zenyatta; grunt fuck into his throat until he gags and retches to have something more to slick his way before resuming his desperate, hot thigh-fuck.

And Zenyatta suspects that he will come while close to passing out from a lack of oxygen.