#extreme insertion

Link/Sidon – extreme insertion; double stuffing (Sidon has two cocks); size difference – When Link wants something, Sidon just can hold on for the ride.

“L-Link,” Sidon pants, hands scrabbling at the Hylian’s small ankles and carefully curling around them, thumbs dragging across the tender, vulnerable soles of Link’s feet. “Link… hah… you need to… you need to slow down.”

He wants to grab at Link’s hips; urge him back up from where he’s trying to destroy his trembling little hole on Sidon’s cocks, but the last time he tried, Link has growled at him, so he stays put and just… endures.

Sidon is leaning back against the big tree right on top of Ploymus Mountain. Farther down the Lynel Link and he have snuck around is still prowling, probably smelling the proximity of both Hylian and Zora but unable to make out their clear destination.

They can’t be too loud, now; need to be nice and sneaky so they won’t get pierced by lightning arrows, but with Link trying so very hard to spear his belly open on Sidon’s cocks it becomes increasingly more difficult.

Sidon closes his eyes, trying to breathe through the sensation of the Hylian’s hot, squishy insides enveloping the tips of his cocks. It is so different to other Zoras who tend to run more on the cold side, and Sidon does not think he’ll ever be able to go back after he felt how soft and scalding and, yes, eager the Hylian Champion is.

He mindlessly keeps swiping his thumbs across the soles of Link’s feet until the Hylian bristles like a cat and snaps around to stare at him. Sidon looks back, watching how flushed Link is. He looks… sick, and he almost wants to ask, concerned for his good friend’s health, but the way Link’s eyes narrow makes him back down again. He knows Link will get impatient if he fusses too much over him.

He smiles apologetically, and as per usual, Link seems to zero in on the jagged edges of his sharp teeth, completely forgetting his earlier annoyance.

The Champion is inordinately fascinated by the danger they present.

Suddenly, Link stops trying to destroy his tender little hole on Sidon’s cocks – the prince inhales deeply in relief – and turns around. His small hands frame Sidon’s face, suddenly very close now.

He is panting; the hot puffs of air fanning across Sidon’s mouth. He is practically radiating heat. Sidon shivers, his cocks gently flexing and pumping salty liquid. Link stares at him with an almost drunk kind of focus and then jerks forward.

Sidon, instinctively, pulls his head back and bangs it against the bark of the tree. Link, frustrated, grabs the fins left and right of Sidon’s face, and pulls him close, crashing their mouths together.

“Link!” Sidon says against him, alarmed, since he immediately can smell the blood in the air, but the Hylian is unreasonable, kissing him and licking into his mouth with his tender, little tongue until Sidon gives in – again – and reciprocates; letting Link play with his comparatively big, broad tongue.

When Link pulls back, there is a bit of blood dribbling from the corner of his mouth. Sidon is distracted by it until he can feel the little Hylian fumble for his cocks yet again.

“Link,” he whispers, soothing, trying to assuage whatever madness is burning through the little hero – but Link seems dead set, even going so far as to lean forward and bite at Sidon’s shoulder as he squeezes the tapered tips of his cocks into him, and Sidon… well.

He is not that strong.

He purrs at the amorous biting. It does not hurt his tough skin, after all. He adores Link’s blunt little Hylian teeth gnawing at him desperately while he forces his tender insides to spread for the bulk of Sidon’s cocks as they become a lot fatter around their middles.

Sidon tries to shush him; to talk him down from it without whining too loudly and pulling the Lynel’s attention onto the two of them; all the while Link makes those delicious little sounds of hurt and passion in the back of his throat.

In the end, of course, he manages to stuff himself full.

Sidon is not entirely sure how he manages it, but one moment Link is still struggling, tongue lolling and dripping saliva onto his chest, and the next he is sitting fully in Sidon’s lap and looks at him with a positively vapid, sexed-out grin.

When Sidon looks down, his breath stutters and his fingers spasm where they lie on Link’s strong thighs, accidentally nicking him with sharp claws.

He can see himself in Link’s usually tightly muscled belly. There is a prominent bulge right in the middle, pressing lewdly outward from his insides and showing just how deeply and to the brim he’s filled himself with cock.

Sidon exhales harshly. He wants to touch the bulge but is afraid of further hurting Link with the sharp tips of his nails. The sweet scent of blood is going to his head, and along with the sight and feeling of his cocks stuffed in the Hylian’s belly, he has to close his eyes and hide his face against Link’s throat.

Link huffs, his short arms coming up around Sidon’s shoulders, trembling hands patting at his back; consoling the Zora prince even though he is the one so deeply stuffed with his flexing, twitching cocks.

Sidon will eat him out for hours afterwards; make up for how shamefully weak he is when it comes to Link; show him a good time by filling his sloppy gaping hole with his big tongue.

Hanzo/Sojiro - shimadacest; actual dragon Sojiro; extreme size difference; extreme stretch; Sojiro has two cocks - When Genji shirks his duties, Hanzo has to take them up. He always gets rewarded, though.

Hanzo steps into his father’s den, arms slung around the large jug of fine sake. It should have been Genji’s turn to offer it up, but as per usual, the young dragon is nowhere to be found.

Ever since he gained the ability to change into a human form, he has been sneaking out into the city, having fun with the residents there – as he calls it. Hanzo can imagine it vividly, even if he does not want to. His brother is a lewd creature that does not value the powers given to him by his father’s blood… above the carnal, that is.

“Father,” Hanzo murmurs as he steps closer to the large head. Sojiro is long and sleek in this form, crimson scales glittering gently in the diffuse light of the room. He lazily opens one eye and watches Hanzo carefully deposit the sake within reach.

He slowly lifts his head and sniffs at the offering with deep inhales. When he blows the air out again, it ruffles Hanzo’s hair and brings with it the smell of sake.

“Where is Genji?” the dragon rumbles, eying Hanzo with a golden, cat-like eye. Hanzo wants to shrug with one shoulder but refrains from it just-so. Still, he sounds stubborn and mulish when he answers: “I could not find him anywhere. Neither could the servants.”

Sojiro growls, the sound of it rattling through Hanzo’s body. The thought that Genji will at least get scolded for his recklessness is a bit of a consolation to him. He nods and bows deep, turning to leave his father’s den, but the long tail with the silky tuft of fur at the end stops him soon by curling around his middle.

“Hanzo…” His father’s voice has become smoother again. Cajoling. Hanzo shudders, goosebumps breaking out all over his body as the tail gently wraps around him and urges him backwards once more until his back bumps into his father’s large, warm body. “It is good to have you here, nonetheless…”

Sojiro turns his head, breathing warm air against Hanzo’s neck, ruffling the silky hair that has escaped out of his bun. His snake tongue flickers out, gently tracing Hanzo’s shoulder when his kimono slides down and exposes it.

“Why don’t you stay a while?”

Hanzo breathes in deeply and closes his eyes, leaning fully back against the warm, strong body of his father.

He hums softly.

.o.

Sojiro has two big cocks; long and tapered and an even deeper brick red than the crimson of his scales.

He tries, every now and then, to stuff both into the warmth of Hanzo’s body, but ultimately he always has to concede defeat. The hug of Hanzo’s trembling, human hole is too tight; too fragile to spread any more than the already inhuman way it does when he’s stuffed with one cock.

That does not mean, however, that the warm dragon dick not buried deep into his gasping son’s intestines goes untended.

Hanzo likes to hug it like a teddy bear, nuzzling the weeping tip as its twin drools inside him and gets everything slick and sloppy.

The first few times it had been difficult to stuff him even with that one, big dragon cock, but months later his body has adjusted, and he has learned to relax for his father.

Still, the stretch is… immense.

Whenever Sojiro’s big body moves, hips flexing to push back into the silky clutch of Hanzo’s body, Hanzo’s breath hitches and his whole body aches. It is not a particularly bad ache; in fact, it is quite enjoyable – yet it makes him gurgle nonetheless, deep and pathetic in the very back of his throat.

His belly bulges around the massive intrusion. Sojiro’s cock feels insurmountable; like a whole arm being fucked lovingly and with patience into his guts where it is rearranging his insides. It’s twin is flexing against Hanzo’s belly, dragging wet against his human cock.

The surface of the dragon’s blood warm dick is… unique. It is downright rough, almost like a cat’s tongue, never letting Hanzo forget exactly what is happening. It drags along his inflamed rim, making it puffy and achy just as it makes Hanzo’s cock feel unbelievably sensitive as it bounces and pushes against the twin cock snuggled against the outside of his belly.

The dragon is as gentle as he can be; letting Hanzo lie on his side as he carefully ruts into him; fucking him on mere inches on his long cock as he huffs near scalding breath down his son’s sweaty back.

Still, Hanzo is incoherent within minutes, his arms clutching around the second cock, holding on for dear life as he is getting speared, feeling like the rough length of Sojiro’s warm cock has to be nudging at his stomach… maybe his lungs. He feels like he is nothing more than a warm, living sleeve for his father’s big dicks; for him to slide into and deposit his sticky, copious amounts of cum.

When he shudders above him, the second cock convulsing against Hanzo’s chest, the dragon heir knows exactly what to do. He groans as he struggles to roll himself onto his front, arms and legs shivering as he fights to get them beneath himself.

Sojiro’s tongue flickers out, dancing across one of Hanzo’s hot little human ears as some kind of thanks or consolation before he pulls one cock out and fucks the other one back in; being his own sloppy seconds as he utilizes the humiliating gape of Hanzo’s hole to bring himself to completion and fill him up until Hanzo feels like his father’s come will be dripping out of his nose.