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“They are ready, chief.”
“Thank you, Kawaguchi,” Hanzo replied, watching the last of his underlings leave the entrance to the castle cells. “Be sure I am not disturbed until morning.”
“Yes, chief,” Kawaguchi said, bowing smartly before withdrawing down the long hallway and silently closing the door at the end, leaving Hanzo alone.
He walked to the entrance and softly padded down the stairs, breathing in the cool, almost chilly air before he entered the dark passage lined with several wide, steel doors.
There was a bench and a coat rack next to the foot of the stairs, and Hanzo quickly disrobed, neatly hanging his clothes up until he was fully naked. He walked casually down the passage, his hands clasped behind his back, the cold air caressing his skin, his ample and well-built muscles loose and relaxed, his cock half-chubbed and swinging heavily with each step.
A rumble ran through his body.
He was hungry.
But which hunger should he sate first…that was the question.
The fact that he could sate every hunger tonight, though, that was an unexpected pleasure.
Tonight, he would have the best that Overwatch could offer.
Or Blackwatch, at least. Perhaps Hanzo would get a chance at Overwatch itself some other time.
He stopped in the middle of the passage and looked over three particular doors carefully, weighing his mood, his cravings.
He would begin with…
…the cowboy.
Decision made, he unlocked and swung open the wide and heavy door, releasing the fruity scent of olive oil, to reveal a tall, broad man, sitting at a table, also nude, and absolutely covered in thick, dark brown body hair, from his shins up his thick thighs, across his bulging abdominals and across his brawny chest and broad shoulders, crowned by styled, neatly trimmed mutton chops and soul patch on his handsome face.
And he was very handsome, despite the angry, defiant look that was momentarily overtaken by surprise when he registered Hanzo’s nudity, before even more defiance surged up.
“One of those kinds of guys, huh?” he growled, and Hanzo shivered at his low baritone voice.
That voice was going to sound so good muffled and indistinct, almost as good as that hair was going to feel rubbing up against Hanzo.
“You know of men like me?” Hanzo asked, smirking as he closed the door behind him. “How surprising. I always thought of myself as singular.”
“Naw,” the cowboy spat back. “Plenty of guys like you. I’d wondered why you kept us alive, but it’s obvious now. So come and get your jollies and then get out.”
Hanzo’s smirk grew as he approached the cowboy. The large table in the middle of the cell made the room look like it was meant for interrogation, and it included a solid steel anchor that the cowboy’s brawny arms were tied to with rope to keep him firmly in place. But the cowboy’s eyes were lively and intelligent and he obviously did not consider himself to be fully defeated; even now Hanzo could see that the cowboy was tensing, preparing to lash out with his unbound legs, his bare feet pressing firmly to the floor, toes curled, as he waited for Hanzo to get in range.
Another flicker of surprise passed over his face when Hanzo picked up a large bucket that had been left by the door, and Hanzo breathed in the smell of the freshest, highest grade olive oil money could buy, and the cowboy was further surprised when Hanzo planted a foot right on the table and stood up onto it, towering over him.
He paused and let the cowboy take him in, this yakuza boss, covered from head to toe in blue and golden ink of dragons swirling around all four of his limbs, sweeping up and over the defined, clearcut lines of his brimming muscles from his heart-shaped calves to the thick muscles at the base of his neck, even going as far as to flex his biceps and six-pack abs when a red flush rising in the cowboy’s face revealed that, despite the situation, he actually could appreciate the fine physical specimen standing above him.
He was still curious about that bucket hanging from Hanzo’s hand, though. He kept glancing at it, wondering what it could possibly be for.
Hanzo didn’t leave him hanging for too long.
He took the bucket firmly in both hands and tipped it over the cowboy’s head.
“Hey!” he cried out as he tried to wriggle out from under the flow, but the bucket was large and Hanzo was practiced, and he hummed with satisfaction as he moved the stream of oil back and forth until the cowboy’s head and torso were dripping with it.
Hanzo knew from experience that his legs would take care of themselves during the process.
“What the fuck?!” the cowboy sputtered, instinctually trying to pull his arms away from the anchor to wipe oil away from his mouth and eyes, but he could do neither, so he kept his eyes closed and spat and blew air through his lips, trying to clear away the thick, slippery fluid.
Hanzo, meanwhile, set the bucket off to one side and turned around.
Bending forward to look between his legs and careful not to slip on the oil that the cowboy had splashed onto the table, he backed up until his feet were on the very edge of the table, his ass sticking out over the oblivious cowboy’s head.
He licked his lips.
Another rumble stole through his body.
And he squatted down.
“What…!” the cowboy exclaimed, trying to jerk away from the unexpected feeling of the warm muscles of Hanzo’s asscheeks descending right on the crown of his head.
But Hanzo had become a master at this, and he knew to work quickly at this stage.
And, like so many before him, the cowboy froze when Hanzo’s ass began to…began to…
…spread.
Hanzo’s cock jumped to full attention as he exhaled at the sensation of his asschecks sliding over the cowboy’s slick hair until the crown of his head met Hanzo’s asshole.
The ring of muscle tightened involuntarily for a brief moment.
Then…
“Yesss,” Hanzo hissed, his eyes widening and his jaw dropping open as his stomach rumbled again, but this time in anticipation. “Yesss…”
His asshole stretched, and stretched, and stretched, and the cowboy sat stockstill as the rim expanded and crept over and down his scalp and forehead.
The moment it had encircled the cowboy’s entire head, it was easy to bear down and slide down over his handsome features, his mutton-chops scratching delightfully, until Hanzo was seated on the cowboy’s wide shoulders.
Precum flooded out of his thick, erect cock as the cowboy’s head squeezed past his prostate and completely wrung it out.
Then Hanzo’s rim clamped down on the cowboy’s neck, and Hanzo’s six-pack largely disappeared as the cowboy’s head popped through his widening pelvis to strain at the skin of Hanzo’s stomach.
Hanzo smiled down at it, reveling in how full he already felt, yet with so much farther to go, and, seized by an impish impulse, he reached down to pat at the bump of the cowboy’s nose.
He paused and waited to see how this would go.
Usually this was when the struggle would begin.
Sometimes, though…
Sometimes…
The cowboy sat stockstill for a few moments.
Then he groaned.
Lustily.
His voice sounded exactly as good as Hanzo knew it would through the layers of Hanzo’s skin and innards, the reverberations going straight to Hanzo’s dick, and his arms and hands were struggling against the anchor, but Hanzo knew when someone was trying to escape…and when they were not.
Hanzo reached down, his hands bumping into his own leaking cock, and untied the cowboy’s hands, tossing the rope away into the corner when he was done.
The cowboy’s fingers flexed uncertainly for a moment when he realized what had happened.
Then, slowly, they reached up.
And settled on the top of Hanzo’s treetrunk thighs.
And pulled downwards.
Grinning in triumph, Hanzo bore down again, and the cowboy actually tried to hunch his shoulders together to make it easier, but he was so thick and broad that it did little good…but Hanzo’s body was more than up to the task.
Hanzo moaned, throwing his head back as his asshole, and then his entire body, expanded almost to their limit, the cowboy was so big and broad and muscular. Stretched so tight and held so, so close to the cowboy’s oiled, slick skin, Hanzo’s asshole and guts could feel every curve of his muscles, the drag of his rough body hair, the heaving of his chest, and the tensing and relaxing of his back muscles, obliques, and abs as Hanzo let gravity pull him down, his belly swelling bigger and bigger and the imprints and bulges of the cowboy’s shoulders and arms and entire torso writhing and wriggling under his skin.
The cowboy was doing so well, letting himself be swallowed up so nicely, that he deserved a reward.
Hanzo reached down below the great hulking bulge of the cowboy in his guts and felt around.
The cowboy had a nice big dick, so big that Hanzo could hardly get his fingers around it, and it was slick with oil and precum and responded instantly to Hanzo’s strokes.
The cowboy all but shouted deep within him, and Hanzo listened to the symphony of his cries and moans filtered through the layers of his guts as his asshole crept down over the cowboy's hips. Hanzo pulled and rubbed and jacked his cock as more and more of it came within reach.
Then the true favor came. Rather than allow the cowboy’s cock to be uncomfortably and unnaturally shoved and pinned downwards, Hanzo angled it up so that his hungry and taut asshole would pass over the cockhead first, rubbing against Hanzo’s innards in the meantime, long-since oiled and slick themselves from consuming so much of the cowboy.
The cowboy shouted again.
Hanzo moaned at the feeling of his cock erupting, forcing semen between the cowboy’s body and Hanzo’s ass and creating its own hot, slippery pocket of lube that made it all the easier to swallow up the rest of his pulsing, twitching cock and balls, the cowboy’s own semen bathing his genitals in liquid heat as Hanzo’s ass squeezed even harder around the cowboy when it had to stretch over the swelling curve of his ample, muscular ass.
Then, shuddering and panting, Hanzo squarely placed his feet on the ground and unsteadily stood up, working out his balance as his guts began to shift and pull, drawing the cowboy’s legs up off the floor while forcing him to bend and gather himself together into the most comfortable, smallest position his big bulk could attain.
Hanzo could no longer reach around his stomach, but he could reach behind himself, and he stroked the cowboy’s thighs and calves tenderly as best he could as they were drawn further up and up, his belly distending and filling even more, the clear outlines of the cowboy’s head and arms moving under his skin.
“Yes,” he sighed, feeling the hair of his legs rubbing deliciously against him. “Yes, cowboy. Come into me. Welcome to your new home.”
Soon only the cowboy’s big feet remained outside, but with a bone-rattling gurgle, Hanzo’s body gave one last pull and he shuddered as they passed through his oversensitive and slightly loose asshole, and the cowboy was completely enveloped at last.
Hanzo wiped the sweat from his brow, then breathed in deep as his body was wracked with deep but satisfying convulsions as it finished muscling the cowboy into position…but also pumping and expanding.
In celebration of the windfall it had just consumed, his erection, already heavy, girthy, and leaking, twitched, jumped…and grew.
Hanzo panted at the sensation of his dick growing larger and larger, weighed down by its own mass plus that of the cowboy resting partially on its base.
Then, just before the dripping tip touched the floor, a shiver ran through his entire body from head to toe, and everything was still, even the cowboy, except for his breathing, rising and falling and pressing against Hanzo’s guts almost in time with Hanzo’s own breath.
Hanzo smiled, then began carefully waddling towards the door, laying his arms on his bloated gut and immediately finding the cowboy’s head, patting it fondly. “Well done,” he said. “Well done. Now relax while I deal with your commander.”
He pushed the door open, and the purpose of its width was revealed as he easily traversed it into and across the passage beyond, turning the cowboy’s…Hanzo’s awkward mass to the side so he could unlock the door.
He could see immediately that the commander of the Blackwatch raid on the castle would not be so accommodating.
The famed hero of the Omnic Crisis, Gabriel Reyes, had ropes crisscrossing his entire naked body. Hanzo’s underlings, devout as they were, had attempted to give some artistry to the way they ran over his gloriously muscular body, but the more pressing concern had been to make sure Reyes couldn’t possibly escape.
Still, Hanzo would have to move fairly quickly. Reyes had obviously been struggling to break free, for his dark skin was shiny and wet with sweat, and while the salty, tangy flavor was welcome, the ropes were made of a material…cellulose? Hemicellulose? Something like that, that was temporarily strong but would dissolve once soaked for long enough in water.
Time was pressing, but Hanzo had taken a chance by going for the cowboy first, and he didn’t feel like his luck was about to run out quite yet.
“Release me,” Reyes barked when the door creaked open. “If you don’t, Overwatch will send a rescue party in…what the…”
“Hello, Commander Reyes,” Hanzo said pleasantly as he tottered in, his huge belly and cock waving and swaying precipitously with even the smallest motion he made.
“What the hell is that?!” Reyes demanded, staring at the bloated, engorged skin…and the clearly human outlines of a head, arms, and legs.
“Your associate,” Hanzo replied, not sugarcoating the truth in the least. “I believe his name was…”
“Cassidy!” Reyes yelled, sounding panic-stricken. “Cassidy! Cole! Can you hear me?!”
And the mass within him moved, Hanzo’s skin stretching and moving as the cowboy, Cassidy, Hanzo supposed, tried to raise his head.
“Boss?” came the very muffled and surprisingly unaffected reply. “Boss? That you?”
“You piece of shit,” Reyes growled, his eyes fixated on Hanzo’s belly but his voice low and poisonous. “When I get out of here, I’m gonna gut you like a fish.”
“I believe you,” Hanzo said pleasantly. “Which is why you will never get out of here.”
And, groaning a bit from the effort of kneeling without cracking his knees on the concrete floor, he kneeled at the base of the cot-like platform Reyes was lying on, and, breathing out as he leaned forward and the cowboy’s mass pushed most of the air out of his lungs, he licked his lips and sniffed as best he could at the large, wide soles of Reyes’ feet, freshly scrubbed clean by his dedicated underlings.
“What are you doing?” Reyes hissed, then he jolted and swore when Hanzo stuck out his tongue and licked up one foot, from the heel all the way to the toes.
He moaned, sticking his tongue in the space between the big toe and the next one over.
Yes, a supersoldier definitely had a distinctive and unique flavor, Hanzo could already tell.
It was quite appetizing. Hanzo’s mouth had been watering the moment he set eyes on Reyes’ cut and defined musculature, but he was drooling now, literally drooling, lines of it wetting his beard and hanging off his chin, at this single sampling.
“Get off!” Reyes shouted, trying to lift his feet away. “Get away from me!”
It was a pity that Hanzo couldn’t savor this man quite as much as he wanted…but he would enjoy himself regardless.
He reached up and pressed Reyes’ feet firmly together, took a deep breath and let it out, and bowed his head to wrap his lips around the toes furiously wriggling, trying to keep him away.
It was futile, of course. Hanzo’s lips encircled them with ease, and, with as much elasticity and dexterity as his ass, engulfed Reyes’ feet in very short order.
“No,” Reyes said, softly somewhere above him.
But there was a note of surprise in the single word that had Hanzo glancing up…
…at Reyes’ erection, standing tall and proud among the ropes wrapped around Reyes’ hips.
Oh. Well.
Hanzo wasn’t going to trust Reyes quite as much as the cowboy, but this was a very positive sign.
So were the trembles and shivers he could feel running through Reyes’ body as he mouthed up his legs, his feet popping into Hanzo’s tight, wet throat and punching an exhalation out of Reyes’ lungs.
“St…st…sto…” Reyes stuttered, raising his head to glare down at Hanzo, but, looking disgusted and angry with himself, he let his head drop back.
Hanzo would have smiled if his lips weren’t already engaged.
But he did reach around the side of the cot and press a button there.
Reyes gasped as the head of the cot started lifting up and he raised his head again to look down at Hanzo with a flash of understanding.
He was going to slide right into Hanzo’s maw.
His cock bounced.
A glob of precum blossomed at the tip and dripped slowly down its side.
“D…don…” Reyes tried again, wanting so desperately to protest what was happening…
…yet he couldn’t.
Hanzo understood. Some were meant to devour…and some were meant to be devoured.
Reyes didn’t look entirely at peace with that truth, but he had only a little time to do so now as Hanzo inched past his knees and began the almost herculean task of swallowing down his treetrunk, thunderous thighs.
All the while, Hanzo’s tongue was sweeping across the sweatsoaked skin passing over it, and the salty, delectable flavor and texture of the underlying hard, toned muscle was everything he could have wanted from a meal.
Then his nose nuzzled against Reyes’ heft, heavy ballsack. Hanzo automatically inhaled the smell, the bouquet of both exertion and fear that hung around them…but arousal was swiftly overpowering both.
“Pl…please.”
Reyes had finally managed to complete a word.
Hanzo suspected, though, that that was because the meaning of his plea had changed.
Hanzo chuckled, the motion and sound echoing through Reyes’ legs lodged deep, deep within Hanzo’s mouth, throat, and chest, his feet already dangling into Hanzo’s stomach.
He pressed the button again, and the cot’s inclination increased.
Reyes’ cock slid into Hanzo’s mouth, pressed firmly against his unforgiving hard palate, and Reyes hissed.
Then his eyes rolled back when it passed over his soft palate…and when Hanzo’s tongue probed between his asscheeks.
This was always Hanzo’s favorite part of swallowing willing prey.
He swallowed around Reyes’ thick thighs, but he wasn’t trying to move him further down. Reyes jumped and swore and quaked from how the motion pressed his cock against Hanzo’s soft palate, and all the while Hanzo’s tongue was lapping at and brushing at his perineum and, when Reyes did shift a little further down, shifted himself a little further down, Hanzo could finally feel and taste and probe the puckered circle of muscle, and Reyes was completely Hanzo’s. He writhed, he convulsed, he squirmed, grinding his hips as best he could forwards and backwards, chasing that delicious friction and probing tip while half his body was encased in tight and searing wet heat.
Then, like the cowboy had done, he shouted, full-throated, as he came.his pulsing cock was marinating more and more of his body with his own cum, adding more salt and a tangy, bitter, alkaline flavor to his skin.
He was a feast.
And his hard stomach and muscular arms and meaty pecs and defined back felt as good against his lips and tongue as the cowboy had against his ass as Hanzo slurped him up, literally slurping from how much saliva and drool was flooding his mouth at the taste of skin and sweat and semen combining in a perfect recipe.
Reyes himself was panting and grinding his hips against the even hotter and smoother lining of Hanzo’s esophagus even as his moistened, drooling lips passed over his dark, erect nipples, sending a fresh wave of pleasure pulsing through him.
For a moment, right when his lips began to caress and mouth at his wide neck, Reyes locked eyes with Hanzo, and the flurry of confused emotion in his eyes was clear.
Then he sighed, and closed his eyes, and his body went slack.
Hanzo swallowed three, four, five more times, and his mouth finally closed over Reyes’ head, gulping one last time to send Reyes sliding down to curl up in the wet and humid confines of his stomach, Hanzo’s throat and esophagus caressing every single patch and curve of his skin the entire way.
The cowboy groaned as Reyes’ weight partially settled on him, lower down in Hanzo’s guts, but he didn’t sound put out. He just wriggled a little bit, and Reyes ground down a little bit, too, then the two men stilled, breathing deeply as they soaked in the heat and embrace of Hanzo’s innards.
Hanzo’s belly was incredibly distorted and distended, with both the cowboy and Reyes clearly outlined by his taut, straining skin.
Hanzo wrapped his arms around them as best he could and sighed in dreamy satisfaction.
The the familiar wracking convulsions began once more, but with Reyes already comfortably seated, there was only Hanzo’s cock to attend to, and Hanzo chuckled and gasped in turn as his cock swelled and thickened even more, pushing the combined weight of the cowboy and Reyes up and Hanzo himself back from the still-inclined cot.
His cock was now the size of a coffee table, hard and full and leaking a truly unholy amount of precum that was almost gushing across the floor, making it sticky and slick.
And, somehow, the more precum it leaked, the hungrier his cock became.
Time to sate his last remaining hunger.
Hanzo took in deep breaths and let them out in great gasps, straining to lift himself and the two men within him, and though it was awkward and extremely difficult, this was exactly why he trained so hard and with so much dedication, and he eventually struggled to his feet, letting out a pleased grunt when he finally found his balance.
Then, with wide, teetering steps, he lumbered to the door and into the passage and to the cell next door.
The door wasn’t locked.
Genji knew his fate.
“Hello, brother,” he said dully, smoothing away some green bangs from his forehead, straightening, and then picking himself off the floor when the door opened and Hanzo’s belly appeared, slowly followed by Hanzo himself.
“Genji,” Hanzo said evenly. “What gave you this foolish idea?”
Genji shrugged, but his eyes were trained on Hanzo’s immense bulk, and especially on where Reyes was shifting, his bonds dissolved and gone, to regain a comfortable position after being swung around by Hanzo’s gait.
Hanzo shook his head and sighed. “Whatever it was,” he said severely, “it is the last straw. I’ve told you again and again to leave clan business to me, yet you keep interfering, and now not only is Blackwatch here, but Overwatch will almost certainly follow. One would almost think you wanted to be swallowed up.”
Genji gulped, his throat working, and, despite the situation, Hanzo couldn’t help a small smirk.
Genji’s erection spoke for itself.
He was naked, like the others, and Hanzo raked his eyes over his little brother’s muscles, highlighted by the green ink of his dragon and sculpted, in part, by Hanzo himself during long hours training in the dojo. Unlike any other meal Hanzo had partaken in, this physique was already intimately familiar to him.
That was why Hanzo had saved Genji for last, for this most sensitive and intimate act yet, when Hanzo would be able to feel everything, everything, down to the most minute detail.
Genji himself was eager to start, from the way his eyes had drifted to and locked onto Hanzo’s enormous girth, watching his foreskin peel back to reveal the large, drooling slit.
“I will give you this privilege,” Hanzo whispered, watching Genji lick his lips. “You may choose how it is done.”
Genji gulped again, but, red-faced with yearning, he immediately dropped to his knees right in front of Hanzo’s cock.
And, forming his fingers into a fist, he teased at the slit of Hanzo’s cock…and pushed in, easily sinking in all the way to his elbow.
Hanzo gasped, taken aback.
“G…Genji?” he asked, staring over the bulk of Reyes and the cowboy, trying to see what his brother was doing.
He could feel what he was doing perfectly well, though.
Hanzo’s ravenous cock tried to latch onto Genji’s arm, but Genji, using a great deal of strength, managed to draw his arm back, and Hanzo’s legs nearly gave out from under him, his eyes, wide, his mouth agape, as he felt his fist rub so intimately, so deliciously, along the interior of his shaft, until it was just on the verge of popping out of his slit…only for Genji to plunge back in, back up to his elbow.
“Relax, brother,” Genji said softly. “Sit down. Make yourself comfortable. Enjoy me.”
Hanzo’s legs trembled again.
He sat down, carefully, with the cowboy protesting when he was caught between Reyes and the base of Hanzo’s enormous cock…but then it seemed he realized what he was lying on, because he began moving his hips, humping and rubbing his obvious erection against the solid mass he could feel through Hanzo’s viscera, groaning and grunting with every thrust.
Then Reyes turned and wriggled until the cowboy’s movements also rubbed against his erect cock.
All the while, Genji was pumping his arm into Hanzo’s slit and drawing back, his skin glistening and dripping with precum, but each time he was pushing in a little further, and each time it was a little harder to pull back as the hunger in his cock grew and grew and clamped down harder and harder on the teasing morsel just out of reach.
“Brother,” Genji murmured, barely audible over the dull sounds from the shameless cowboy as he humped away deep inside Hanzo. “Brother. You’re so slick. Your heat is intense. Your body wants mine, so much, so badly. Can you feel it tugging on my hand, trying to get me to go further, go deeper? Should I? Should I grant its wish?”
Hanzo sucked in breathfuls of air as Genji stroked the very most intimate part of him, over and over, the interior of his shift fawning over every ripple of muscle, every fingerprint, every pore, and then shrieking at their loss when Genji pulled back.
Finally it was too much.
“Yes,” he panted, trying to growl the word but failing. “Yes, Genji. Let me consume you and make you part of me. Let me taste you. Let me have you, fully, completely.”
Genji hummed a little, pushing in until Hanzo’s slit was sucking at his shoulder…
…then he began to pull back again…
“Please, Genji,” Hanzo begged. “Please. Please.”
Genji looked up at him with a solemn smile. “Of course, brother. Anything you ask.”
And he bowed his head.
And leaned forward.
And let Hanzo’s cock latch onto his arm and his shoulder, and gave no resistance when it kissed and spread over his head.
“Genji!” Hanzo gasped. “Genji!”
His cock shuddered.
Then it began to gulp him down.
Genji’s thick neck. His meaty, toned, yet soft pecs with his erect nipples dragging deliciously against Hanzo. His six-pack abs, running over Hanzo’s flesh like a washboard.
His leaking cock. His beautifully sculpted, round ass.
His thick thighs, his shapely calves, and his wide feet and soft soles.
Hanzo’s slit closed over Genji’s wiggling toes, and his cock paused to savor its prize in its entirety at long, long last.
Genji was moving, opening and closing his fists, heaving his chest, flexing his feet.
Grinding his hips.
He moved like he was being consumed by fire…or by ecstasy, like he couldn’t stop, like everything from every direction was overwhelming and sublime and perfect and he couldn’t decide what to focus on, couldn’t even begin to comprehend how good it was.
“Brother,” came his faint, indistinct voice. “Brother, please…”
And down he moved, Hanzo’s eyes glued to the bulge working its way down its shaft until the moment it disappeared from view under his enormous belly.
But he could still feel him, every last square inch of him, from head to toe, until…
…until Genji reached the base of his cock.
And Hanzo finally swallowed him down into his balls.
“Ahh!” he cried out.
Cum, gallons of cum, jetted out of his cock with the force and heat of a geyser, splashing against the cell walls, dripping thickly to the floor, releasing a steamy, pungent aroma that almost overwhelmed Hanzo with its potency.
And all of it heightened, sharpened, perfected by Genji squirming inside his balls, his own cock erupting, his semen mixing with Hanzo’s even as it exploded out of him.
The cowboy and Reyes shuddered and added the pulses of their own intense orgasms to Hanzo and Genji’s, the three men painting Hanzo’s innards white with their essence, heating him up until he nearly fainted, their yells and cries of pleasure reverberating through his flesh.
Gradually, slowly, it ended, with the earthquake of pleasure rippling, echoing through them all until they were spent, drained, sated.
Hanzo lay in a pool, a literal pool of his own cum, his lungs full of the scent of his own semen, tinged with just a hint, barely a hint, of Genji’s.
Genji, Reyes, and the cowboy were still, though Hanzo could feel them breathing, feel their slow, contented heartbeats.
He shifted, feeling the three masses deep inside his guts and balls, his mass now, his alone, and no one else’s.
And Hanzo was satisfied.