CYOA 4 – Hunting History – Chapter 1: Spirited Fox

Warnings/content: prostate milking; blowjobs; supernatural elements

Hanzo, Tracer and Winston are a trio of brave souls that are making a living taking care of supernatural creatures that disrupt the peaceful day-to-day life of normal humans. Tonight they encounter a surprisingly playful fox, though. Things immediately go sideways – as they do.

(Note: Bit of a cold opening this chapter, more explanations to the whole situation coming the next!)

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The recording begins as all the others have begun: a second of unsteady footage that then zeroes in on the back of Hanzo’s head while Tracer’s spunky voice asks from the off: “So! Why don’t you give us the rundown, now that we are here in picturesque… uh… random… forest?”

The view shifts to the surrounding area; trees and shrubbery and darkness encroaching wherever the light of their gently glowing headlamps does not reach. For a moment she has turned around completely and it can be seen that the forest ends just a couple feet behind them where their van is parked. A hulking figure is standing beside it, hunched over like he wants to hide just how big he truly is, thickly furred arms rooting around inside to pull out some more equipment.

“Oh, hi Winston!” she chirps, one gloved hand appearing from the left side of the screen to excitedly wave at the third member of their trio.

Winston jumps, head jerking up and hands letting a bag drop to the bouncy grass so he can hastily make sure his glasses aren’t flung from his face.

His flailing can only be seen for half a second before the screen whirls around again, Tracer’s attention back on Hanzo who has stopped in his tracks and is only half turned around. He throws a little glance right into the lens, the corner of his lip twitching like he is disgusted. He turns back around again and starts walking while Tracer laughs breathily and dutifully trudges after him.

“I would prefer you not filming.”

“As usual.”

“As usual, yes.”

“And what do I say to that? Like… usually?”

The succinct click of his tongue can be heard and since it is unlikely that he will answer, Tracer sing-songs: “That we need the money! People are interested in this kind of stuff, Hanzo. We owe it to our subscribers.”

There’s only a tiny beat of silence before the view shifts again in a whirl when Tracer flips her phone around to record herself, face split in a wide grin as she stage whispers: “And because you all hate seeing our gracious host leave but love watching him go.”

“Tracer!”

Her eyes flick up past her phone and her grin widens for a moment before the view shifts once more in a most disorienting manner, focusing on Hanzo’s bristling back.

“Wha’? It’s the truth! I’m as gay as they come and even I can admit you’re a nice piece to look at.”

He pulls a sharp hiss through his teeth, still not turning around. There is just enough light there that she can zoom in on the tip of his left ear and show how candy pink it has flushed.

“Cease your prattling,” he growls. “You will alert the spirit and scare it off.”

“Mmhh,” she hums, notably quieter. She hurriedly follows when he starts moving again. “Reports indicate it’s more like a… trickster spirit, right? You think I would scare it off with some good-natured fun?”

His fingers, stuck in fingerless gloves, twitch at his sides. His shoulders are tense, the line going down his ramrod straight back. He radiates pissed-off cat energy as he moves. When he moves his naked arms, the light coming from Tracer’s headlamp catches on the tattoos he has, making them look nearly alive. Like the twin dragons are writhing in time with his bunching muscles.

“Okay, okay,” she whispers, so soft that only the phone’s microphone pics it up. She remains quiet, following him carefully and only occasionally moving the sight of the video around to show the dark, quiet forest around them.

Suddenly Hanzo starts speaking: “We have received messages of a fox spirit in the area. They are not necessarily malicious and mostly just look for some… fun, I suppose you could say. It depends on one’s definition of fun.

This one in particular seems to be messing with the offerings a local shrine is receiving.”

“...So they’re stealing money?”

“...Yes.”

“Hey, I’m not doing it for shit’s and giggles, you know! A girl’s gotta eat! I got expensive habits!”

Tracer stiffens. The view of the camera shifts into a janky diagonal angle, half cutting Hanzo’s figure off as the other also stops in his tracks. Tracer inhales shakily, flicking toward the screen of her phone and righting it again to a less vertigo-inducing upright position, then moves it around, looking for the source of the voice.

It had honestly sounded like it had come from directly above them.

“I’m not there, silly,” the girly voice whispers right next to Tracer’s ear.

And Tracer is brave. She doesn’t usually lose her cool like that. But it feels like there’s a wall of ice at her back, immediately making the small hairs on her nape stand on edge, and her heart leaps from her chest into the back of her throat. She jerks forward and toward Hanzo with a sharp screech, the video going wild and blurry as she forgets about the phone in her hand and wildly waves her arms around.

In the video they would later upload, there would be some still images shown now while the audio keeps playing in real time in the background. The images show a bright blue-white light right in the middle of the darkness; something that has nothing to do with the warm yellow light of the headlamps she and Hanzo were wearing.

It’s humanoid shaped, though no more discerning features can be seen.

“Ah! S-Stay away from me!”

“I’m not doing anything.”

“You are the spirit, then?”

“I am a spirit, at least, right? Oh and you are a real cutie.”

“No, stay a-away!”

“Chill. I’m not going to hurt you. I just want uh… what did you call it? Some good natured fun.”

“If I could have a moment of your time to converse with you. You are corporeal enough, are you not? Otherwise you would neither be in need of human currency, nor be able to actually touch it. I wager I would be able to do some damage to you.”

“Oh, boo-hoo. Don’t be boring now. Ugh, why are the cute ones always boring?”

At this point, Lena remembers the phone in her hand and the still images in the video stop to show how the camera is swiveled from pointing straight into the forest to instead catch the interaction between Hanzo and the spirit.

She is a bit shorter than Lena herself, though overall very much human-sized and human-shaped. The camera can’t quite catch her likeness, what with an ethereal blue glow surrounding the figure, but she is visible enough to show the three long, plush fox tails growing from the small of her back and the sharp fangs in her mouth when she smiles cheekily.

The spirit takes a step closer still to Hanzo who stands stiff with his back ramrod straight and his eyes narrowed on her approaching figure.

One hand is inching toward the belt on his waist. There are multiple little baggies attached to it, each with a different repellent. His fingers slide with precision toward one at the back of his hips, but he is not getting violent yet as the spirit has yet to become violent herself.

She comes to stand in front of him. Close enough that her breasts are almost touching him as she curves her spine and bounces on the balls of her feet in a playful little show. Her tails are relaxed but always in motion.

“Soooo… you came here toooo… stop me? Or something?”

“Indeed.”

Hanzo, as always, does not crack a centimeter under the pressure. He does not smile, he does not bend, he just stands there and stares her down as she playfully touches the very center of his chest with one of her slim fingers.

“How are you going to do that? When you can’t move?” Her voice is all sing-song and playful as she puts her palm against his chest. The video shows how Hanzo flashes the same pale blue as her for but a moment.

Lena takes a startled step back, the point of view on the video extending. Hanzo does not answer because he is locked in place like a statue.

The spirit’s head snaps around to look toward the soft crackle of a branch, her face pinched with anger but quickly relaxing and morphing into a wide smile.

“Oh are you filming?! I love videos!” She waves cheerily at the camera.

Tracer’s voice echoes out from behind, startled and confused. “I uh… huh? Yeah, I’m… how do you know-”

“I’m prolific, you know! I do…” she clasps her hands together underneath her chin as she comes a couple steps closer but stops and cuts herself off, eyes narrowing as a sly grin stretches her features. “You know what? I’m not gonna tell ya. ‘Cause that is private. But I know my way around some fun human technology. It’s why I need the money from the shrine. Things are expensive.”

Tracer makes a soft, overwhelmed sound of acknowledgement. She has taken a step back for every step the spirit took toward her. Her face is very fine and pretty which can’t be quite seen in the video; her glow takes away a lot of her charme, Tracer finds.

Her lips thin slightly in contemplation as she looks Tracer up and down. “So you make… money… with videos like this? Cutting our fun short?” Tracer does not need to ask who she means with ‘our’. The video remains surprisingly steady as the spirit girl shifts around, moving into poses as if waiting for a few pictures to be taken.

She’s humming to herself as she does so, eyes gone a bit misty in thought before snapping back into sudden, excited awareness.

“Oh I know! I’ll help you out!”

“What do you mean?” Tracer’s voice sounded very dubious as she finally takes a few cautious steps back forward. When the spirit turns back toward Hanzo with the same air of mischief as when she had appeared, Tracer finally returns her attention to her team mate as well. He hadn’t moved a single muscle since the girl had touched him, but his eyes were furious and very expressive. They stared at Tracer like he wants to wring her neck with his bare hands.

What are you doing? Get out of here! is what he seems to be saying, and the spirit has obviously picked up on it because she waves her hand behind her at Tracer while her other hand is now cupping Hanzo’s cheek. “You stay right there and keep the camera rolling! I’ll give you the footage of a lifetime. People will pay the good bucks for it. And if you’re cool, you give me my share, alright? Might as well not rob the shrine afterwards…”

.o.

Hanzo is forced into inactivity, but that does not mean that the vein on his forehead can’t swell impressively with the white hot anger coursing through him. His eyes are murderous as they are staring at the slender figure of the fox spirit unabashedly shoving her hands underneath his tight tanktop.

“Oooohh those muscles! Boy, you work out a lot, huh? Damn…” She tilts her head back, glancing coquettishly toward the camera, but actually looking at the girl behind it. “Is he fun to ride? I bet he’s fun to ride. He seems like a guy that really loves letting a girl take over and show him a good time.”

From behind the camera, Tracer makes a high-pitched, wheezing kind of sound. Her eyes flick briefly toward Hanzo who is starting to look a little bit panicked, glancing between the two of them and forced to remain mute.

“I don’t swing that way, hun’,” she finally gets out. The screen jostles as she switches from one hand to the other, hastily wiping her wet palms. She wonders if she could get away with calling Winston in for backup or if that would tick the foxgirl off. For now she seems amicable enough as she hums a little in understanding and turns back toward her prey.

“I get ya! I totally get ya. Women are so pretty, right?” she says, though she has turned back toward Hanzo and is rucking his shirt up to underneath his pits and stands aside so the camera can get a better view of his abs and pectorals. They look shockingly round and soft in the shadows that the blue-ish light from the spirit casts on them. The girl seems to think so, at least, because she reaches out with her free hand and gives one of them a nice grope as her tails tremble in excitement behind her.

“I uh…” Tracer’s heart is pounding in her ears. She’s been on a lot of hunts with Hanzo, but usually she lets him do the talking. He’s better at that. If there is any talking at all, that is, and he isn’t fighting against them. But this girl seems to be very friendly. She doesn’t talk like the other spirits and creatures. Not this self-important, borderline archaic style. Still, she ought to be careful not to anger her. Right? “I don’t think he likes that. You should probably uhm. Stop.”

The girl’s eyes flick to her without her head turning. The camera picks up on the sly grin slowly appearing on her side-profile as she lets her thumb drag across one of Hanzo’s nipples. It pebbles eagerly, the tip pressing into the soft pad of her glowing digit.

“He doesn’t? You sure about that?” she croons and shifts a little. She lets go of the shirt which keeps obediently in position and reaches down. Hanzo grunts, strained and alarmed, but unable to do anything as she puts her little hand beneath his navel and forces the fabric of his loose pants to pull taut around the obvious erection he is sporting. “You might not know, since you’re like… into girls and stuff. But this here? This means that he likes it. I think he doth protest too much fuhuhuhu” Her cackling little laugh has an echo-y quality to it.

There’s a beat of quiet behind the camera before Tracer’s voice is audible again, a little weak and croaking: “I don’t think that’s… like…” But she cuts herself off, and in the next moment the video is zooming in on the bulge; on the way the spirit keeps the fabric trapped with one hand and uses the other to gently trace the outline of the swollen head with her dainty fingertips.

Hanzo’s cock obediently flexes right on camera, further filling out under the gentle touches of the creature, and when a small little wet spot starts to form right over his piss slit, Tracer’s faint voice can be heard whispering: “Damn, is he not wearing any underwear?”

.o.

Hanzo is seething. Humiliation is crawling hot through his veins and yet he can’t do anything other than stand there and listen to them through the roaring in his ears and feel how he is getting presented like some… some thing.

The spirit has taken him completely by surprise. He had neither thought she would be this forward, nor that she would be this strong. Strong enough to simply lock him in place and keep him that way while she could play with his body.

Currently she is squatting down and slowly starting to inch his pants further and further down. He can’t see her face anymore as he is unable to tilt his head down but he can hear her giggling and her breathy murmurs of wonder.

“Oh, look how pretty he’s keeping his bush down here… such a cute little treasure trail… Come closer, cutie. You need to get a good close-up of the action.”

His eyes snap over toward Tracer. He wants to hiss at her like an angry cat and demand she turn around and march out of the forest but her face is slack and her cheeks are pink. There’s a look in her eyes that he’s never seen before as she haltingly comes closer. She’s holding her phone in front of her like a shield; only that she is pointing it down at his groin; capturing the sight of the base of his cock appearing as the pants are tugged down even further.

Hanzo’s heart is racing in his chest. He tries to push against the boundaries that the spirit has set around his motor functions, but it’s like running headlong into a brick wall.

Don’t, one of the voices that is sometimes haunting him suddenly pipes up.

This is fun, the other croons. The small hairs along his body stand on end immediately, throat growing tighter. He’s figured some weeks ago now that maybe these voices are just his instinct hissing instructions at him in dangerous situations. It’s the only times that they’ve ever piped up, at least.

Now he finds himself considering if he really maybe is just insane. This can’t be him. He doesn’t think that this is… that this is fun.

But his body does. It clearly does. His cock is standing at attention, humiliatingly interested in the proceedings which can be seen as it jumps out as soon as the elastic band of his pants finally slides across the sensitive cock head. It slaps against his abs once before swinging up and down a few times. He can feel his cheeks burning, and his ears following suit as the spirit girl giggles and curls her dainty fingers around his shaft.

“OOOhhhh isn’t he a pretty stud? Look at this monster.”

She goes down on her knees in front of him, her fist sliding slowly along the silky heat of his shaft, jerking him off in front of her face. He can just see down his nose enough to witness how she goes cross-eyed, staring at his piss slit. She opens her mouth with an exaggerated little aaahh sound, sharp fangs visible on the top and bottom row of her teeth.

His breath hitches, fingers minutely twitching at his sides. It seems to be just about the only thing that he can move voluntarily. The voices in his head croon, apparently very interested in the sight down below and completely unbothered by the fact that Tracer is still there and still watching and still recording the whole humiliating endeavor.

Her face looks pink, eyes a little glassy. He doesn’t know if she’s staring at his dick or at the pretty face of the fox spirit. He wishes she would just go and get Winston as backup and…

The spirit rolls out her tongue like a little glossy carpet of light blue silk. It fits neatly between her lower fangs. He wishes she would have covered them because they get awfully close to some prominent, throbbing veins. She slaps his glans against the plush surface of her tongue and Hanzo has a second to wonder where exactly this evening went so horribly haywire.

The mission had been straightforward enough in his eyes. A cheeky spirit roaming around the woods and tricking a shrine out of some money. He had not thought too much about it, to be honest. He had not anticipated that the creature would be able to give him any insight on his overarching quest and he had only really accepted it in the first place because Tracer had been adamant that they both needed new footage for their subscription site and the money that came with solving the whole ordeal; how little there was to be gained in the first place.

He had not known that it was possible for trickster spirits to incapacitate someone like this. He had not thought that they were strong enough to deal with a whole human instead of just little trinkets and whatnot…

And now here he is for his ignorance: trapped in his own body and forced to watch as that very spirit slowly closes her lips around his glans and starts to suckle until he can feel the warmth creeping down to his toes.

He can’t remember the last time someone gave him head… but then again, he can’t remember a lot of things. That’s the crux of the problem, isn’t it? He woke up some day with a nasty headwound and no memories to show for it other than some vague memories of his brother and father being-

The spirit lashes her tongue against his piss slit, derailing his thoughts and sending skittering heat up and down his spine. He can feel his thighs trembling with the need to sit down. He wants to grab her by the head and push deeper into her warm little mouth. Maybe try and fit himself into her throat.

The thoughts are so sudden and visceral that they take him by surprise. His fingers twitch again. The two voices inside his head purr like wildcats, happy and excited. They are twin presences sitting hot and heavy in his skull. He’s never felt them this prominently before. Never had the feeling this much like he wasn’t alone in his own body.

Were those thoughts egged on by these… things? What were they? Some nasty little trick of a demon he fought some other time?

The fox spirit pulls off. Her eyes are almost closed in consideration, a line of spit and precum stretching from his weeping, desperately red head toward her bottom lip. She is slowly massaging his shaft with her hand, fingers unerringly finding the fat veins to press against them like she thinks it’s particularly funny to watch his cock flex desperately.

“You’re not paying enough attention to me,” she murmurs now and a fine drop of sweat slides along his temple at how close those sharp fangs are to his dick as she talks.

“I think that’s very rude of you.”

“Uhhhh,” Tracer hums, high-pitched and nervous at that. “You’re not going to uhm… hurt him? Miss Fox Spirit?”

The glow that had been persistent throughout the whole encounter is dimming a little, giving them the opportunity to better see her features as she turns her eyes over toward Tracer and slowly starts grinning, soft cheek rubbing into Hanzo’s cock like a cat.

“Call me Hana, will you?”

Tracer doesn’t say anything. She looks surprised but eager at that. They never really had a talk with one of their spirits before. Not like this, at least. She drops down into a squat and Hanzo whimpers softly through his throat at how close the camera is now to his dick; catching every vein and every twitch in goddamn HD as he is being played with by the spirit. Hana.

“Oh you have a name?”

There’s a beat of quiet and then a confused sounding: “‘Course I do!”

“That’s so interestin’! I never really thought that…”

Hanzo closes his eyes in desperation, zoning out as the two talk to each other as if he weren’t desperately hard and embarrassed and having an existential crisis. How could it have come to this?

“Yeah okay. Okay! Let me show you something, then!”

The hand releases his cock. He can feel a long line of pre-cum slowly dribbling from the slit and drooling to the ground. He thinks he can hear Tracer’s voice whispering a fascinated little eeww and it makes his whole body light up in pathetic humiliation, cock flexing eagerly and pumping out even more slick.

Hana stands up suddenly, her little tits bouncing along with the movement, her fox tails undulating playfully behind her. She has something in her hand. He has to focus on it through the haze of embarrassment and lust to realize that it is a little twig that she is holding.

He notes her bright, almost manic grin a split second before there’s the soft sound of something popping and his whole viewpoint changes.

He’s on the ground now; presumably where she had thrown the stick to, staring up at the canopy of trees, his whole body hot and overly sensitive because despite the situation and everything else, it’s the only time he can remember having been touched and he is so sensitive to it that it aches. His cock is still curved desperately, now drooling against his abs, balls swollen and heavy feeling and reminding him that he has completely been neglecting his body’s needs.

This seems to be the bitter result of his ascetic living and single minded pursuit of getting his brother and father back from the underworld: being reduced to a cheeky spirit’s plaything and having her eagerly pull him out of his clothes so she can coo about how pretty he is and how much fun they’re going to have while his cock is brick red and his face feels like it is about to burst into flames.

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Hana is absolutely delighted about her new friends. She likes infiltrating the human world; she likes streaming every now and then and interacting with all those silly, horny men that are gagging for her attention while she plays video games in some charmed fellow’s abode.

But she really, really likes this: the one-on-one with the girl who looks intrigued almost despite herself and the pretty man beneath her that she has charmed and can play with for as much as she wants to. His cock is like a paid actor to her whole prank, twitching eagerly and dribbling his lust in clear, profuse puddles against his twitching abdomen.

Tracer, as the girl introduced herself, looks a bit disgusted and a bit intrigued by the whole thing. That is exciting!! Hana almost bounces on the spot as she hunkers down, nudging the guy’s legs farther apart.

“What did you say his name was?” she asks absentmindedly as she looks him over, feeling all giddy and horny and dumb happy about the company. She likes humans. Even ones that are hiding something like this hot guy she got spread out like a feast.

“Hanzo,” Tracer replies softly. She has crouched down an arm’s length away like  she does not really want to touch him but is also too curious about the whole thing to get away too far.

“You think he’d play along if I let him off the hook?”

“Definitely not,” comes the immediate reply before she presses her lips together and flushes. She looks chagrined, probably realizing that she should have lied for this one to get her friend released from the spell, but Hana really appreciates the honesty, which she tells her.

“I think we can be friends! Like bestest friends! I can show you all kind of fun stuff! And you can show me fun human stuff! Oh, ohhh we could stream together!!”

“Wait, you stream?”

“Yeah!”

“But… how?”

Hana’s eyes suddenly flick to the phone in Tracer’s hand and she remembers that she is recording the whole thing. She had been careful about keeping the glow up so she wouldn’t be all that visible on camera but… oh well. Who was she kidding?

She’s grinning, hand around this… Hanzo’s cock, feeling how silky and hot and firm it is in her grip as he hangs on to it all like a good boy and waits for the ladies to finish their little chat. She feels like they’re all friends already! This is so fun!! Her tails keep flicking behind her with excitement and she just can’t help it; she lets her glow vanish until she looks just like Tracer. Like a normal human girl – a very cute normal human girl, thankyouverymuch!! – just with her ears and tails because she hadn’t paid enough attention to let them vanish.

Tracer gasps, her eyes going huge and Hana grins so wide that her eyes squint shut. She leans down and rubs her cheek against the wet tip of Hanzo’s cock. She can feel more pre-cum bubble forth in his excitement and that gets her own heart pumping as well because everything is so good and so fun and tonight is awesome!!!

“You post videos too, yeah? Right? RIGHT??? This will be so so so fuuuun, oh my gosh! I’ll make you the bestest video ever and we’re going to be friends and Hanzo will… uh… he will…” she faulters a bit there, her eyes flicking up to the stony face of the guy. It is flushed and his eyes are forced to stare up into the canopy of the trees but she can feel him struggling against her restraints… though she can also feel something else going on in him. Something that is very ready and very willing to submit to her.

Curious. Cuuuurious. And so, so exciting!!!

“He’ll come around,” she purrs, leaning down slowly. She lets her jaw fall open, tongue lolling out. Being in her human disguise means that she can’t put all that much focus on keeping him in check, but she does not think that will be much of a problem.

As she curves her tongue against the warm tip of his erection, she can hear the groan rattling out of his chest. She hopes the phone’s mic picked it up because it’s a bit delicious. Hanzo got a nice voice and Hana is certain that she can make a porn star out of him in no time.

His body is gorgeous, in any case, and she knows that he’s gorgeous somewhere underneath that constipated look that he’s put on.

The salt of his pre-cum bursts across her tongue, teasing her into reflexively drooling more. It soaks into the brick red head, coating it generously and dripping down along his shaft as she gets lost for a moment in lapping at him over and over again. She might be a fox but she can’t deny that there is something intensely satisfying about the feline urge of lick, lick, licking.

Her eyelids lower some as she gets lost in the age old practice of sucking cock. She turns her head, pressing slow, delirious kisses against the underside of Hanzo’s cock. It’s a pretty thing, just like the rest of him. Sturdy with a nice heft to it. Not overly long, but she likes it a lot and she shows him by carefully fitting her teeth around it and instead of chomping a chunk out of it, just holds it gently between her fangs while lapping her wet, warm tongue against him until his pubes are soaked with saliva and his balls look extremely tight and red with his need to come.

Hana is somewhat aware of Tracer still being there, shifting a little from side to side. She wonders what she likes more. The sight of Hanzo’s impossibly red cock straining for release or Hana taking care of him. She hopes it is the latter because she definitely doesn’t have anything against playing a little with a cute girlie~

Hanzo’s legs shift. His hips don’t quite jump, but Hana can feel the power in them; the way the muscles of his thighs shift and tense as he fights against the urge to rut up into a nice, warm hole while his cock is being held in what essentially amounts to being a bear trap.

Her eyes flick up toward his face. His head has tilted so he is actually able to stare down the length of his body. Their eyes really meet for the first time. She tries to smile but it must look more like a grimace, what with her mouth around his cock, and his dark, thick brows pull together in worry.

He has enough motor function back to be a nuisance if he wanted to be, but not enough to actually be forceful about anything. He is kitten weak and that’s a bit delicious, too. She finally releases his cock from between her sharp fangs and makes a show out of licking along the prominent vein pulsing on the underside. His eyes widen marginally and his nostrils are flaring but wisely he keeps quiet. Just stares at her. At his dick. Red and weeping and wanting.

She keeps her eyes on him as she dips down, opens her mouth wide and sucks one of his fever hot testicles right into the molten cup of her maw. Holds him hot and wet on her tongue which she undulates against the firm swell until she can feel it practically jumping; drawing up against his body again, his cock flexing and easing out more pre-cum that looks so milky it might just as well be-

Hana has an idea.

Her body heats up with excitement, heart pumping fast against her ribcage. She casts a sidelong glance at Tracer and the phone in her hand, opening her mouth nice and wide to both let the desperate, hot nut slide out and show off her sharp, inhuman fangs before she focuses back on her prey.

She pushes at his leg, nudging his muscular thigh aside to open him up. He makes a tiny whining sound in the back of his throat, alarmed and apparently catching on to what she is about to do, and it sounds so delicious that the fur on her tails fluffs up with excitement.

Hana is grinning, leaning down and gathering the spit in her mouth before opening her jaw and just letting it drip down. Part of it hits his testicles, slicking the black fur on them down before sliding further to that sweet little hole of his. It’s already flushed an enticing pink that is so close to the one that his ears are sporting that she can’t help but coo at him.

“Good to know you blush everywhere,” she whispers. Tracer makes a little sound to the side but Hana is focused on her prey. She likes playing.

But she also likes playing.

He keeps shifting, restless and kitten weak, his throat trembling around little sounds of desperation that she chooses to interpret are him being impatient and wanting more.

She reaches between his cheeks, two slim little fingers rubbing across his hole and spreading her saliva around until the rim looks plump and shiny with it, gasping nervously beneath the touch of her intrusive digits.

After a moment of thought, Hana leans back down and sucks his glans back into her mouth. Her tongue is pressing hard against the fever hot skin, the tip idly trying to worm its way beneath the foreskin while her fingers slowly start to dip inside of him.

She has half a mind to function herself a cock, but she doesn’t need that to make love to his prostate. She just wants to hear him when she finally gets to massage the cum right out of him.

She just knows he’d sound so cute and desperate!

His inner muscles are hard at work, clenching down on her as if it weren’t a pair of dainty little fingers but already a fat dick carving its way into his guts. He whines through his clenched teeth, sounding so alarmed by all of it, but Hana is not fooled. She’s a trickster spirit, after all – she can taste how desperately he’s dribbling into her mouth, how blood hot his cock is, pulsing quick and fluttery in time with his heart pounding in his chest.

He might be angry. But he is no longer distressed.

She closes her eyes and hollows her cheeks with the suction, fingers inching their way deeper into the molten heat of his helpless body. When she flutters her eyes back open just so, she can see how beautifully his abs are clenching. A rhythmic little dance that shows how badly he wants to fuck up into the hot cup of her mouth but either doesn’t let himself or can’t manage it what with her magic still having a good grip on him.

He can move his limbs a little, but nothing worthwhile. Nothing that would be able to buck her off.

She pushes down along his shaft, tongue forcing his plump, juicy tip up against the hard roof of her mouth. He whimpers. She turns her head and lets him slide into the pocket of her cheek, taking care to use the side toward the camera so Tracer can capture in High Definition how good Hana is at giving head, thankyouverymuch.

Her fingers have inched their way deeper in. They’re just long enough to reach his prostate. She can feel it through the sleek wall of his rectum; a fat gland that is in dire need of some loving attention, if you asked her.

Upon her first massaging little touch, he sounds like he’s choking on his own tongue. Hanzo tilts his head back, his throat flushed and straining around sounds that he desperately fights down.

She has to swallow hectically just so she wouldn’t drool as his cock suddenly flexes and squirts out a fat stream of pre right into her cheek.

Eyes going glassy, Hana slurps up the mess as good as she can. Some still dribbles down his shaft and smears into his neat little thatch of pubes, but who cares? She closes her eyes again, focusing on slightly moving her head, continuously letting him fuck against the silky wall of her cheek while she now pays some perfect attention to his prostate.

It’s just so sensitive. He makes choked little sounds with every pass of her fingers against it; like he’s never gotten it fondled before. Isn’t that just such a sad thought? She sucks with lewd little slurps, fingers pressing into the swell of his prostate, then circling it until he makes a sound like a wounded dog, high-pitched and desperate, heels scrambling against the forest floor.

His knees are up, bracketing her in, and she can’t even make him put them back down because suddenly his control snaps back to him and he groans like he got gut punched.

His hands snap toward her head, grabbing fist fulls of her ears – which, ouch? – and forcing her down until his crown rudely slips past the soft ring of muscles at the back of her throat.

Hana’s eyes fly open wide in surprise, her slim back convulsing as she reflexively gags. She didn’t even have time to make sure that her teeth wouldn’t nick his cock. As her fingers spasm in his ass, pressing hard and uncoordinated into his swollen, sensitive gland, does he finally his release.

Panting like a dog above her, his dark eyes wide and glassy and a bit wet with tears of overstimulation, he comes down Hana’s throat in thick, salty pulses.

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Hanzo’s whole body tingles. It does not quite feel his own even though it is finally moving according to his will. He stares down with teary eyes at the fox spirit girl between his thighs.

Her eyes are rolling up into her head, a couple tears glistening at their corners, but she looks… blissed out, really. His cheeks heat up with a vengeance and so do his ears. As his cock pulses, spilling down the spasming, hot sleeve of her throat, does his gaze shift over toward Tracer still crouching within arm’s reach. Her face is pink and her mouth hanging slightly open.

He does not think that she is watching him, per se, but more so the fox girl that is now slowly pulling back. Just when her lips are only wrapped around his glans anymore does she suddenly open her mouth and a whole mess of white cream starts dripping over his wet, sensitive dick.

Hanzo nearly whimpers. He closes his eyes tightly, his head feeling swollen with the twin rumbles of satisfaction coming from the voices plaguing him.

His heart is still pounding hard in his ribcage.

Wonderful, one of them croons.

Delectable, mutters the other.

He is going absolutely insane.

“This… was… fun,” he hears the spirit, Hana, finally gasp. She sounds a bit delirious herself and when he peeks his eyes open, her thighs are clenched tightly together and her hips keep swaying in needy little rolls that have Tracer completely transfixed.

“You guys are awesome,” she continues, her feverishly glistening eyes on Hanzo first, then on Tracer, then looking directly into the camera. “Can we keep playing?”

This is where the recording abruptly, and finally, cuts off.