2nd Drabble for December 2018 (Patreon)

Hanzo & Gabriel – consensual non consent; punishment; gang bang; extreme insertion; fantasy creatures – Hanzo and Gabriel have been caught stealing in an orc town. They have to pay the price.

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Reaper’s fingers dig into the uneven wood of the table he’s been thrown over. He’s grunting with every thrust that bruises his hip bones against the rough wood and spreads him all over again on the fat orc cock spearing into him.

His enraged gaze is fixed on Hanzo, lying on the table on front of him. When their eyes meet, Hanzo’s head lolling back over the edge of the table, he clenches his hands into tight fists and narrows his eyes.

The message is clear: I will wring your goddamn neck when this is over!

Hanzo tries to defiantly meet his gaze, but eventually has to look to the side, his cheeks filling with a dull red heat. It had been a risky stunt; they both had not factored in just how well orcs can smell – and the rest, as they say, is history.

One huge, three-fingered hand lands on Gabriel’s thigh. He groans when it catches the runes branded into his skin; the mark of a thief having been caught. It is almost more humiliating than being the plaything for the town’s tavern and having his hole spread on those big, mud-colored cocks.

When the patron behind him stills and grunts, his eyes roll up into his head, jaw hanging open when seemingly wave after wave of orc cum start filling his guts. It’s like he can taste it already; thick and salty and strangely wild.

The orc pulls out with a long, wet drag that ends in a squelching sound that is drowned by the patron’s call for more booze as he stumbles away.

In front of him, Hanzo is being pulled around on the table like a rag doll. He is lying in profile now, head hanging low, and Reaper winces when one of the patrons steps up to use his throat.

The huge orc slams his jug down next to Hanzo’s hip before his large, leathery hands frame his head surprisingly carefully. Hanzo can only open up wide – there is no use trying to fight it and getting his teeth smashed in for your effort. For now, they just have to play along and open up nicely.

Gabriel swallows when he sees how Hanzo’s throat bulges; how his body twitches weakly as he is used like a warm, wet sleeve while another patron – a troll, of all people – steps between his legs and flips up the skirt of the dirty little dresses they squeezed them into.

He is distracted by his own predicament when a warm and malleable cock gets pushed into his hand. Reaper turns his head, glancing at the creature next to him. It is humanoid but gelatinous, the tentacle like appendage in his hand curling around his wrist wet and soft. He stares at it, mouth hanging open.

A hand catches the back of his head in a rough slap that jolts him out of it and he closes his fingers around the patron’s cock while someone feels up his ass, pushing fingers into the gaping ruin and pulling some of the thick cum deposited into him.

He will kill Hanzo when this is over.