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McCree/Hanzo – Jesse has never earned his freedom easier than now. Just breed him up!

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Jesse stares at it for a split second before he begins to move in, his snout pushing between Okami’s cheeks, tongue out to drag over the pink muscle with a testing swipe.

Okami’s tail trembles slightly but stays nicely put out of the way.

“You will please me, brother. Then you may have safe travel through my domain.”

Jesse steps closer still, tongue dragging more eagerly over the virgin soft hole. He can’t taste anything, really. Maybe… grass? The forest? It would not surprise him if Okami tasted right like the vegetation that he is protecting.

Okami’s voice sounds different when he continues speaking. Maybe a little more breathy?

“You will begin breeding me in your other form. But you will finish like this. I do not wish to spoil any of your precious seed before it hasn’t had a chance to take.”

Jesse’s ears are perked, his own tail wagging behind his back. He’s not used to his partners bossing him around while he’s tongue deep in their ass, but he… kind of can get used to it. He’s drooling liberally, saliva sliding down Okami’s taint to drip from the perfect, round swell of his balls. They look inordinately pretty just like the rest of the creature. Deity?

He ducks down for a moment, giving them a swipe, then nosing between Okami’s muscled thighs to drag his tongue in quick, soft lapping motions over the pink head of his cock.

He can feel a shudder going through the stoic body and see how Okami momentarily lets his head hang low, his eyes closed for but a moment before opening them again and staring right back at him, their gazes meeting beneath his belly.

Jesse doesn’t think he’s ever seen a creature as devastatingly beautiful as this man.

“I am not a man,” Okami answers and does not elaborate.

Yes, Jesse supposes he Deities are nothing of anything, really. His long tongue keeps softly stretching to lap at the tip until Okami’s fluffy tail lashes above them and his face twists in what looks like pleasure and impatience.

“Enough! You will change now, and you will put your seed deep inside of me. You will breed me with vigor.”

Oh damn right he will. Fuck.

Being an outlaw, Jesse does not do too well with orders of any kind. Usually. This time, he feels like there is rightly nothing he can do about it as he takes a small step back and shifts into his human form, cock just as ready and at attention as it had been as a wolf. It’s fatter in this form, albeit shorter. Probably what Okami has been vying for, though, as he reaches back with one hand and grips an ass cheek, pulling it to the side with his fingers placed in a way that opens his spit slick hole just a little. Just enough to let Jesse know perfectly well what he is expected to do. Not that he would have needed help with that.

He shuffles closer again, his thumbs on either side of the virgin pink pussy, spreading it wider.

“Want me t’ stretch ya first, darlin’?” he drawls.

Okami shudders bodily, his silky soft ears abruptly swivelling back toward Jesse, head following a second later. His golden eyes look stunned for some reason as he just stares at Jesse for a heartbeat or two.

Definitely enough for Jesse to get close enough so he can slap the ruddy tip of his dick against Okami’s cunt. Heavy handed taps that earn him a flinch of the ears every damn time.

“...No. Breed me, brother.”

Damn that sounds… weird. Hot. Hot and weird. Jesse shuffles closer, pushing, tongue clenched between his teeth when the spit slick muscle opens as if Okami had been fucked for the past few hours. The entry is butter soft and smooth, not a damn hitch despite little to no lube to slick the way.

That’s deities for you, Jesse supposes. They’re otherworldly. Perfect.

He pushes further in, fingers digging into the supple flesh of Okami’s ass and heartbeat ratcheting up as he realizes that he is still under observation. Okami’s head is turned, golden eyes staring at Jesse like he is a particularly fascinating specimen.

“What is your name, brother?”

Jesse exhales with a sharp gasp. His cock flexes inside Okami’s silky hot guts. As if he’s felt it, Okami’s tail is moving, pushing against Jesse’s belly and chest and wriggling like a particularly fluffy cat. It tickles. Coupled with the question, Jesse can’t help but feel like he is being… courted?

Okami’s demeanour definitely has shifted to the more… flirtatious.

“Jesse. It’s… just Jesse,” he murmurs, large hand slowly dragging along the furry spine to ruffle the fluff and then pet it back down again. He’s not sure if Okami is just particularly sensitive or if he has not really indulged in partners that occasionally have human hands. In any case, he shudders and stretches himself as he croons a soft growling sound. The leafs around them shiver in the trees.

The tiny river of water next to them rushes harder.

Jesse’s mouth goes dry. He licks his lips, staring at the Okami’s back as he begins to slowly, carefully fuck him. Testing the waters.

The hole around his dick is sucking him in like a lewd mouth, soft and squishy as it cushions his cock and occasionally tightens around it. His body burns hot within moments, loose limbed, nerve endings prickling.

He wants to feel ashamed for his pitiful performance, balls already feeling damn sensitive, but Okami… well… for all his grand, dignified demeanor of earlier, he is already singing Jesse’s praises with his tongue lolling out and his ears flattened against the soft white fur of his head.

How often does he get to fuck? Maybe just to procreate… and how often might that be?

Jesse reaches beneath him, large hand cupping the tight, perfect sac he finds there and lightly playing with the testicles. He can hear Okami’s claws ripping into the loamy ground, his sounds becoming sharper and more catty.

“Ah… Ah! B-Brother-”

Jesse’s blood boils, his ears feeling particularly hot. He’s not easy to embarrass, but this continued talk of ‘brother’ is doing… things to him. He keeps fondling those warm, perfect testicles, awkwardly humping into the best hole he’s ever had his dick in. The smells of the forest around him are so intense they are almost overwhelming.

The sounds coming from Okami’s hole- wet, squishy, lewd little slurps as Jesse keeps ramming his cock into him; stretching his muscles apart and molding his insides to the shape of what is quite probably his very first human cock.

Okami’s tail is restless, awkwardly wagging but mostly slapping against Jesse’s chest as he keeps getting dicked by the stud he chose for himself.

Jesse doesn’t need to be told to change over into his wolf form eventually. It just… happens. It is like the forest around him forces him into his animal state, the transformation smoother and quicker than it had ever been.

Okami whimpers. The sound is like music to his ears. His maw opens, tongue lolling out as he pants desperately for breath, trying to cool himself down despite the thick fur now covering his body. His cock is slimmer but longer, reaching deep into the guts of the deity… ready to dump a big fat load into him and breed him up just like he begged him to.

Well… ordered him to.

Jesse’s paws are on Okami’s back, thick nails scraping against his skin. All he leaves behind are light red streaks that vanish almost as quickly as he made them. Okami can just take it all. Wants to take it all. He keeps egging Jesse on, telling him to go faster, harder, push in as deep as possible so he can breed him. Breed. Breed. Breed.

The word is bouncing around Jesse’s wolf skull, pushing out every other thought as his hips snap against Okami, faster than he would have ever been able to in his human form. His fur is standing on end, making him seem even larger than he already is; a fact that Okami does absolutely adore since he does a full body shudder when one of his gold eyes peers over his shoulder and sees the looming form of the huge wolf pounding him.

It is a good thing that he comes when he does… Jesse would not have known what to do about it anyway. He’s been holding on to his own orgasm by the skin of his teeth. Had he been able to cry, he would probably have done so.

His knot has locked them together, swollen to a degree he’s never felt it before. A fist sized hot stopper that keeps them bound tightly together as his balls keep jerking, pumping out his hot load into the deity of the forest until finally… finally he can sink down, his muzzle hanging over Okami’s shoulder, tail vaguely wagging.

What a… pleasurable way to earn passage through a forest.