Patreon Compilation – Fic#156 – Hanzo/Jesse/Tentaclemonster – oviposition; tentacle fun – Otherworldly

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McCree/Hanzo/Tentaclemonster – Jesse and Hanzo unwittingly ran into the tentacles of a monster who proceeds to pump them full of eggs...

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Jesse isn’t thinking much about making Hanzo his bitch once they’re both just hanging limp in the grasp of the creature, fucked out and dehydrated from coming over… and over… and over again.

He doesn’t think much about anything anymore, in fact. There’s a blessed radio silence going on in his skull, everything nice and fuzzy from the loads that have been first coaxed, then forced out of him.

Hanzo doesn’t look any better than he feels. He’s hanging in the grasp of the slimy tentacles like a doll with its strings cut, cum dripping off his feet after running down his legs.

Jesse can’t even see the creature that the tentacles belong to. It is hidden somewhere in the darkness of the cave further back. He… doesn’t think he wants to see it, either. Some things are just not for a human to comprehend, he thinks.

There are a couple curious appendages sliding over his body and patting him down. It somehow feels like they are checking him over and taking stock of his general physical state. He turns his head, noting that Hanzo receives the same treatment.

During the course of their… adventure, the suction cups hat made short work of their clothes, divesting them from more and more scraps until it left them naked and vulnerable.

He can see large bruises all over Hanzo’s body; they look like hickeys, which… is probably not too far off. He probably has a good collection of them to show himself, but he rather focus on Hanzo than make himself think about the state he is in himself.

After the creature is done checking them over, they get lowered down some from the lofty heights they had been dangling in. Somewhere on the ground he can see his gun glinting on the floor of the cave but there’s no hope in getting it. Seeing it so painfully close only aggravates him, so he turns his head away.

A few tentacles leave until they are only held up by what he assumes are the essentials. Cool cave air rushes at the newly exposed skin, making him shiver. It seems to wake Hanzo from the slight daze he’s fallen into.

He lifts his head a little and blinks around blearily. Jesse can see his dark eyes flicking around as he takes in their surroundings, his face tightening the moment it hits home that they are still in the grasp of the creature that has been fucking them for the past however long.

Some tentacles come back and, to Jesse’s mild horror, start spraying them down with… something. It feels kind of like water, but the scent is just a bit too sweet for it to actually be water. It doesn’t leave behind any sticky residue, at least.

In fact, the shower washes away all the other gunk that has been accumulating throughout the past few routes of getting pumped full of eggs and expelling them over and over again…

Hanzo is being moved over closer to him, but not close enough to touch, of course. Whatever this creature is, it is… intelligent. Far more so than Jesse would have liked it to be. Being fucked over and over got him wondering if it is just some animal that is in need of mating someone or something. It would have meant that sooner or later they would have been able to somehow use its inattention to get out of its grasp but now that hope is starting to dwindle.

“McCree,” Hanzo rasps, voice shot pretty bad. “Think!”

“The Hell am I supposed to do?!” he shoots back. He pulls together what little strength he has left and tries to pull against the hold of the tentacles around his wrists but they keep him completely secure. It’s questionable whether the creature even notices him struggling.

The tentacles that have quite literally hosed them down have vanished, but other tentacles come slithering out of the darkness soon after, brushing over their skin once more and wiping away excess moisture with such a… tender love and care that Jesse almost starts laughing hysterically.

It is as if they are part of a collection and their jailor is making sure they’re still in pristine working condition. Hanzo’s face looks so pinched that he might have noticed this as well.

“I think we’re in for another few rounds before we’re let go, Shimada…”

“Shut your damn mouth!” Hanzo hisses back. He looks furious but Jesse knows that he must have come to the same conclusion, even if he does not want to admit it quite yet. He will have to soon enough. At least when the monster has decided that they have had enough down time and can squeeze out a few more eggs…

“What… weren’t you enjoying yourself? I thought you were loving it; sure made a damn ruckus, in any case.”

Hanzo first goes pale and then very, very red, a vein swelling along the side of his neck as he stares at Jesse like he wants to murder him.

“I will end you if you do not shut your unwashed mouth, McCree. I will personally curl my hands around your neck and squeeze the life right out of you as soon as we are out of this situation. You better not breathe a word about this to anybody.”

“That so? I’d like to see you try, Shimada. In fact, I’d like to see you try making me shut up and not shout to the world how Mr Perfect whimpered like a little virgin girl when he shot his fifth load-”

He’s interrupted by a tentacle suddenly shoving down his throat. He hadn’t paid attention to it appearing in front of him. With them so much closer together than before, he can see Hanzo being subjected to the same fate, his dark eyes losing their evil glint as he is forced to open up nice and wide and gets his head tilted back so the tentacle can push deeper in.

McCree loses sight of him after that. He, too is being force fed a tentacle that is too tough to bite through. He can feel the suction cups pressing down against his tongue, slippery and slightly convulsing.

Just like the weird tentacle that hosed them down, this one is suddenly spewing liquid right down into his belly and he can’t help but think that they’re being hydrated for the next round. It would be amusing if it weren’t so damn sad: the creature is treating them like some weird sort of pets, patting them down to make sure they are not injured, washing them, watering them… he is just waiting for it to cook them up some meat.

Or maybe the liquid it is feeding them is posing as both? Who the fuck could even say? They’re being molested by some eldritch tentacle monster. Logic is just not applicable here.

By the time the tentacle pulls back, Jesse feels almost nauseatingly full. The liquid inside his stomach is sloshing slightly with the minimal movements of the tentacles holding him up, making him nauseous.

Is Hanzo going through the same? He can’t make himself look over. It feels like if he moves his eyes away from a fixed point on the ground, he will just lose whatever the creature has pumped him full of. Instinct tells him that it would just feed him again if that happened.

He can feel the touch of tentacles sliding up his calves and towards his thighs.

Ah… so the down-time is over. Here comes round two… or was it round fifteen? What was a round, even? He feels a bit like he is going insane. Next to him, he can hear Shimada struggling against the tentacles as soon as he feels them crawling up his body.

“Maybe we should start callin’ it mommy? Takin’ damn good care of us, don’t you think?” he grunts. His cheeks are spread and a cheekie tentacle is tickling his fucked-out hole. He can’t remember the last time he got his cunt stretched so thoroughly and so often. He’s not really a bottom, after all.

Hanzo sounds like he is having an aneurysm, fighting against the tentacles with renewed vigor and looking at Jesse with desperate anger.

“I swear to everything that is holy, if you do not shut your mouth, McCree-” his threat goes down in some nice fuzzy static that fills Jesse’s head as the tentacle pushes inside him. From the muffled sounds of anger and desperation next to him he can assume that Shimada is going through the same process. Getting stretched and filled and pumped full of a new batch of eggs that are doing whatever the fuck inside them for the short amount of time that they actually stay in their guts.

Would they be ever found by their team to be rescued? Would he even want to be found? No, not really… not hanging off some kind of hentai monster and getting fucked silly by it.

But he would thoroughly enjoy seeing Shimada’s face as he got put through the indignity, so there’s something to look forward to.

Sooner or later they would get down from the monster one way or another. Jesse would probably be fine with anything by that point.