Patreon Compilation – Fic #38 – McCree/Lúcio – centaur!Lúcio – Bountiful (Patreon)

Part 1  (Patreon Link)

He can’t stop staring. Lúcio’s cock is a work of art; just as jet black as the rest of his coat, and looking obscenely velvety. 

It’s a little more slender than Jesse’s forearm, only the flat tip flaring out in a way that Jesse only ever felt once when he’s let Hanzo mount him because his pony cock was not as goddamn scary as what Gabriel is packing.

He wonders if he could take Lúcio’s. God, it looks delicious. It bounces adorably beneath the firm, round belly of the pony, flexing eagerly the longer Jesse stares.

“Mister McCree?” Lúcio asks softly, his voice a bit strained. Jesse snaps out of it and looks up at him. He sees how dark Lúcio’s already dark cheeks have gotten with a flush. It looks hot to the touch. Jesse wonders if he could feel it down to the centaur’s shoulders.

His hand has stopped uselessly on top of Lúcio’s croup.

“Yeah?” he croaks and clears his throat. Lúcio licks his lips, then bites his lower one. He smiles a bit, showing off his dimples.

Jesse has to do a double take at how coquettish he looks. His mouth drops open slightly, lax, shocked at the display, and his knees become soft as Lúcio lifts his dark brown tail to the side and shows off the plump hole underneath.

His cock is anything but soft. It is a long fat brand down the inside of his left thigh. He feels like he can’t walk properly; like he has to drag his leg after him.

“Can you help me? I can’t… reach…”

God… he knows… he knows, they can’t reach. It’s why he fucking started this whole sordid affair in the first place. Not because someone of them begged him to, balls so very ripe, filled to the brim with thick horse cream; but because he’s watched them go at it.

He’s watched Zenyatta fold his pretty, slim legs beneath himself so he could easily get at Reinhardt’s cock. He’s watched Hanzo’s strong, calm hands slip beneath Gabriel’s belly to take a hold of the swinging erection beneath. He’s watched them play with each other; had to clean cum from their gleaming, silky coats, and goddamn had he wanted to be a part of that.

“I… uh…”

His brain is stalling, hiccuping like an old engine that has forgotten how to work for a split second. Lúcio stretches his back – all of it, from the set of his shoulders to the roundness of his croup – and braces his hands on one of the dividing walls of their boxes. He makes a sound that is absolutely obscene and grabs Jesse by the dick like a mean little hand.

“Please?”

With every little motion of his body, his hole is jiggling. It is fat and soft and, if Jesse thinks about it, looks even more delicious than the donuts he used to jerk off to as a depraved teen. He can’t believe Lúcio would do this to him. That he would have a go at Jesse’s life by showing off like a baby whore when he has been the purest, most gentlest of them all.

“Don’tcha want me to get… Zenyatta or someone?”

“Gabriel said you’re good at this…”

Oh these little snitches.

“Talkin’ about me, are ya? Didn’t think centaurs were such gossips…”

He wants to sound charming but it falls flat as he can’t take his eyes off the sight of Lúcio’s plump hole. He can’t help but lean in and breathe warm and enticing against it. Lúcio shudders. Whatever he wanted to answer is lost in him whimpering and locking absolutely still; behaving like a pretty mare that is gagging for a good mounting.

“An’ what else did he say?” Jesse croons, his hands framing Lúcio’s hole, thumbs dragging against the silky skin. He can’t get over how soft their holes are; how receptive and eager to spread for a nice dicking.

Lúcio whines, his earlier bravado melting away. his little hoofs shuffle a bit apart and he hunches down instinctively. Making himself nice and available for Jesse.

“I don’t…” he whispers, shy all of a sudden; doesn’t want to repeat whatever Gabriel has been crooning into his ear while probably playing with those soft, pudgy nipples that Lúcio has; those cute dark ones that Jesse has been fantasizing about almost as much as he has about that sweet fat asshole he is now gently fingering to let the little stud feel a bit of the burn.

When Lúcio makes a sound like he’s choking, Jesse pulls back and pats his rump.

“It’s alright. I gotchu. Just stay there. Let me take care of you.”

When he comes back with a tube of lube that he’s stashed in the box he keeps all of the brushes and other cleaning tools for his centaurs, Lúcio is still standing there, his tail still sweetly lifted to the side, and his face in his hands. He looks… horribly embarrassed, but his lovely cock is still extended and juicy looking.

“Such a sweet, shy boy…” Jesse croons as he gets first his fingers wet, distracted as he is, and then his fist when he realizes that he’ll need a lot more slick to work this tight little stud over with.

Lúcio doesn’t want to look at him, but he makes the sweetest sounds into the cup of his palms as Jesse starts to finger fuck him, moving cautiously at first before realizing just how greedy this little slut is for a nice, good fisting.

The other centaurs can’t give that to him; they don’t have the slick; only their greedy little mouths to rim him and stuff their faces into his plump cunt. This – slowly, gently fucking his palm, then his entire fist, then more and more of his arm into Lúcio – this is something only Jesse can give him.

Lúcio’s hole is spread nicely around his forearm, but he is sure it could go even wider. He kind of wants to test it some day; shove his arm up to his shoulder into this little stud’s ass and feel his little hoofs nervously dance around because of it.

Have him be whiny and shy because he’s taken all of Jesse’s arm.

But for now he is shy and breathless already, bearing down and slightly shifting backwards. The muscles in his back are tense, trembling with every little motion as he tries to keep the noises he is making somehow inside by pressing the palms of his hands across his mouth.

Maybe he could tie him up a little; have his hands bound behind his back to keep him from trying to stifle himself.

Maybe tie his legs up a little too and watch him go rope drunk and a bit panicky when he can’t move them the way he wants to. He has already found out a long time ago that the centaurs are very allergic to not being able to move their legs freely, but he thinks he could make it into a real fun little game with Lúcio.

God, his insides are so warm and slippery and soft. It shouldn’t be hot to be elbow deep in a centaur’s ass, but… goddamn, he’s never as hard as he is fucking one of his boys up until they are all over being shy and embarrassed and just beg him for more.

Gabriel is very demanding, Hanzo is a bit mean… Lúcio is just… soft. Sweet. His voice climbing up high and brittle as he sings for him and shyly begs for more. For him to fuck him harder on his fist; to reach between his thighs with his other hand and fondle those lovely, tight balls.

There are slick sounds of him fucking into the pony, staring at the spread of his hole and how wet and obscene it looks with the slick that he has smeared all over it.

“Maybe I should give you guys a big tub of slick,” he tells him. “So you can fuck each other. Have a nice little train going one mounting up on the next. I could see you and Genji and Zenyatta do shit like that. Naughty little centaur boys filling each other up with their nice big horse cocks.”

Lúcio shudders. The fur along his spine lifts somewhat with the force of goosebumps that Jesse can see spreading along his human half even from his vantage point behind him.

“It’s a bad Idea, probably. I don’t wanna have to figure out whether buckets of centaur cum is bad for the pasture…”

Lúcio makes a weird sound; a half groan and half giggle as he peeks backwards at Jesse, all big brown eyes and trembling lips as he tries to smile.

“You could take care of that for me, right?” he says all soft, and he shouldn’t sound so innocent, but he really does. “Gabriel said you like to be on your knees…”

Jesse groans, his cock pulsing painfully in his jeans. God, these damned snitches!