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McCree + Hanzo / Tentacles – tentacles; Cryptids; eggs – A tentacle monster has its way with the bois :)

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“H… Hanzo?! You there?!” Jesse calls out, voice a little shrill as the slimy tentacles curl tighter around him and twist him higher into the air. He’s being put upside down, his hat fluttering to the ground, heart thumping in his chest hard enough to make him a little nauseous.

He tries to spy Hanzo somewhere in the slick mass that had suddenly appeared around the bend of the abandoned mineshaft, but there is no slip of skin or glint of metal feet. Around him, the tentacles are moving, slipping effortlessly beneath his clothes and sticking to his skin with suckers that he hadn’t yet spied on the glinting lengths.

“Hanzo?!” he screams again, and finally he can hear the soft grunt above him. He turns his head, but the tentacles twist him around again and everything spins for a moment until he spies Hanzo above him.

The creatures has him spread eagle in the air, his mouth filled with two lengths of tentacles thrusting in and out of him. Jesse can see the bulge in his throat moving as he gags and tries to spit them out.

His mouth drops open, but he can’t formulate a thought. Everything happened too fast. He has no idea where Stormbow is, and his own hands are wrapped up tightly in their assailant’s grasp and he can’t reach for Peacekeeper around his hip.

It becomes a moot point when the weapon belt suddenly loosens, then falls off. Under the men’s horrified stares, the tentacles very efficiently strip them off their clothes.

Drool and slick is dripping liberally out of Hanzo’s mouth where the tentacles are… fucking him. Simple as that.

Jesse twists, tries to look down and see something in the writhing mass below, but all he sees is darkness, and hundreds of big and small slimy arms grasping at them.

He whines when the damp cave air hits his hairy crack. Hanzo and him have been twisted so they can watch each other. He can see Hanzo’s legs getting forcibly spread by the creature’s writhing limbs, his everything presented to Jesse – who receives the same treatment just seconds later.

They are flushing fiercely right down to their bellies, muscles bulging as they try their damndest to get out of the unrelenting grasp, but nothing helps. The creature does not care about their struggles.

As Jesse stares, a glinting wet tentacle with little suckers all over its surface rubs itself against Hanzo’s surprisingly wet crack and the pink little muscle Jesse had been fantasizing about. He’s never thought he’d first get to see it like this.

It gets everything wet for a moment, Hanzo’s dark eyes glinting with mad anger. He tries to twist away, but there is nowhere to go. The creature wants to spear them open – so it does.

Jesse tries to breathe through it, but it is almost impossible to ignore. His thighs are trembling as he gets shifted again until he is practically lying back; getting fucked like a little lady in her wedding bed. He cries out with anger and distress, but all it does for him is Hanzo’s dark gaze flicking to him and watching as Jesse gets filled with more and more tentacle.

He didn’t think he could stretch that far, but the length is gently widening and makes it very easy to stuff him fuller and fuller. Hanzo doesn’t fair differently. His cool dark eyes have widened considerably as the slippery tentacle begins to push into him.

He gets filled from both ends; Jesse had always known that Hanzo would be able to take a pounding, but he would have liked to find that out himself and not by impotently watching as he got raped by a beast from another dimension, or whatever this thing was.

They were helpless. All they could do was to hang on for the ride as they get fucked over and over again. Jesse thinks at first that one tentacle pulling out and another taking its place is completely arbitrary, but soon enough he realizes that they are depositing stuff inside him; pumping him full with some kind of purple slime that he can see dripping out of Hanzo’s ruined, used-up hole.

At one point, the creature at least pulled out of his mouth to let him breathe properly, but it was followed by a deluge of more slime dripping over his chin and chest. Hanzo’s mouth was hanging open, tongue basically lolling as he was grunting in time with the rough thrusts.

Jesse let his head hang low, trying to rationalize his way through the brutalization, but… there was no way to ignore the massive filling that was ramming him until everything between his thighs felt impossibly tender.

When he looks up again, he feels like he can see the outline of a few dozen orbs inside Hanzo’s belly. He hopes he is just seeing things.