Reward for my Eternal Friend Mujaween

She asked for some hunter!McCree/Oni!Hanzo with Hanzo riding McCree's face :3c. I went with a Hanzo that can be seen as trans, though the genitalia are just a tad more on the weird side. Just a bit.

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Jesse does not know whether the Demon is as feral as he seems to be or whether he just does not feel like using the common tongue.

In any case, the Oni has not spoken a word yet, prefering to watch Hanzo with a snake-like determination as if trying to hypnotize him with the stark white of his expressionless eyes.

He is bigger than Jesse, though not by much, muscles thick and round and quite frankly worrying for someone in his predicament: bound with the chains that the Oni had been wearing around his hips, prone on his back, having to wait for whatever the creature wants to do to him.

Finally, the Demon makes his move: He crawls forward on all fours, knuckles against the ground, mouth dropped open to show off sharp teeth and big fangs that had been pouting over his upper lip.

He crowds into Jesse’s personal space until he is above him, staring at him  with saliva slowly dripping from the tips of his forked tongue.

“Ah… uh… g-good Demon?” Jesse tries but the Oni snorts and crawls farther up his body until he is straddling the hunter’s head.

“Oh fuck,” Jesse whispers, and, when the Oni begins pulling away the little torn cloth he’s had wrapped around his hips: “Y-Yeah okay… I guess this is… happening?”

He can smell the Oni’s cunt even before it is revealed to him: thick and pungent and mouth watering. It takes him aback for a second, wildly thinking A She-Demon? before he realizes how futile his gendering attempt is.

The Oni’s cunt is as slate grey as the rest of their body, with a tantalizing glimpse of near jade green-blue insides – and then the creature lowers itself and Jesse can’t keep admiring the sight any longer because he has to focus on breathing.

The Oni is huge and dense and heavy and Jesse’s arms curl around their massive thighs as he shifts his head so he doesn’t get his nose crushed. Above him, the Oni rumbles with what he surmises is satisfaction. McCree’s jaw makes for a good seat.

He can feel the feverish hot gash open against his mouth, his lips pressed against the silky insides; and when he experimentally drags his tongue along the hot, pretty snatch – because what other option does he have? – he can feel the Demon shudder above him.

Sensitive, he thinks. He has to look ridiculous with his eyes wrenched wide open, nearly cross-eyed as he tries to look up at the large creature while his tongue experimentally drags across a clit that feels more like a nice sturdy cock… and for all he knows, it could very well be.

The Oni has a nice plush chest; wide, muscled pecs that make it a bit difficult to see their face, but Jesse is nothing if not determined.

His fingers are inching cheekily over, the tips flirting with the Demon’s opening that clenches and convulses as the creature jerks, then grinds down fiercely, a ferocious growl making all the hair on Jesse’s body stand up at attention.

Yeah. Okay, he thinks, inching his fingers away as sneakily as he’d brought them over in the first place. Fair enough.

The Demon’s hand is in his hair now. It is big, the palm easily cupping his scalp, and sharp claws dragging almost gently against his skin. They are playing with him. Teasing him. Jesse is nothing if not up for the challenge. He closes his lips around their cock and lashes it with his tongue once – a warm, silky wet drag that has the Oni arch their back, hand spasming and sharp claws nicking Jesse’s skin. 

He’s never met an Oni as… amorous as this one. They are more interested in crushing skulls and tormenting weary travellers.

Jesse has never had the… pleasure… to be up close and personal with what they hide beneath their little scraps of cloth. This one seems almost… tame, in comparison. Like they had been owned previously. Taught how to enjoy what a frail little human has to offer.

Jesse, tongue carefully trying to slip beneath a velvety slip of skin surrounding the Demon’s… cock… clit..., idly thinks back to the scar he’s seen earlier ringing the creature’s neck. 

In the end, he does not care enough to spend more brain power on it. Who cares why the Oni is so eager? He drags his tongue in long, even drags along the warm cunt presented to him, then tries to wriggle it into the slippery, grasping opening.

He’s never one to lose opportunities such as this.