Thread: Desperate Measures (darkest_fate & Rand)

Priority one restore vision. Natasha hurriedly wiped her eyes free, not caring that she was smearing great quantities of semen on her uniform. Sight was going to be crucial in handling whatever was to come next. In fact, Natasha needed all her senses at their must alert. Her mind was rushing to put itself back together the period of oxygen deprivation fighting against her. As was the coughing that still went on, causing bits of Hulk-seed to fly from her lips every few coughs. At least Natasha managed to get her eyes devoid of cum, if still burning from their infusion and the sheer power of it all. Hulk's hefty aroma would have been enough to make Natasha's eyes water on its own, let alone mixing in all the other factors assailing her. At least the Hulk seemed to be calmer perhaps now Natasha could reason with him. She cleared her throat again, getting ready to do precisely that. No sooner had the first few noises left her throat then Natasha found herself pausing, instead looking up to see the Hulk straining. The Black Widow barely had time to jerk upright before hands clenched her body. once more, Natasha forced herself to go limp, to simply let the massive hands hold her tight. Struggling when you were in the Hulk's grasp was a great way to end up imitating a tube of toothpaste. Natasha didn't want to see if SHIELD could somehow put her guts back inside her if the gamma monster squirted them all over the room. So she relaxed, forcing herself to take deep, even breaths. Drawing air across her throat proved somewhat more difficult than it had been previously, but not impossible. She did wince as she felt the fingers exploring her outfit. Soon they pulled at the crotch. Natasha hissed as the clothing dug into her most sensitive skin for several long seconds. She felt more tears forming in her eyes, only releasing the clenched teeth for a quick gasp as she felt her lower half bared. Her sex remained hairless a necessity given her occupation and normal activities. Which meant that she just had a bare expanse of white skin above a slightly darker slit of pink, one that only just barely glistened with some of Natasha's arousal. Whatever the Hulk may think Natasha hadn't gotten extremely turned on by her rough fellatio. Her ass, two rounded spheres that made even Norse gods take a second look, clenched tight as they were exposed. Natasha gave the camera a quick look, almost daring them. She was tempted to coyly suggest that the agents just go through with masturbating, since so many of them were inevitably going to do so anyway. If she had not been having difficulties at the moment, she might have. Instead, Natasha found herself lifted back and placed just behind the cock. She felt the thing slapping against her front, put just between her thighs. It didn't surprise her to find it nearly batting against her soaked cleavage. Nor was she all that surprised to find the Hulk clearly nudging her to grasp him. She intended to surprise him, instead moving her arms back and essentially letting gravity pull her against the cock. It meant that she was effectively sitting on what felt like a pulsing steel beam the hard cock jutting upward and keeping her in place. But she still appeared to have some control, and Natasha intended to do at least that much, even if she did feel her sex and ass touching a cock that truly defined monstrous. And how does Hulk propose I do that? Natasha asked, turning her head upward to look at him. She could feel her hair dangling behind her, stuck in awkward clumps with the see. Some more drizzled down her cheek, and she could feel some slathering down her breasts and dripping onto the cock. The Widow isn't exactly a she-hulk, she pointed out. Natasha reached out and began caressing the head of Hulk's cock, you don't want to break her, now do you? She's your friend, Natasha leaned forward and placed another kiss on the tip of Hulk's cock, even adding a little lick. 'If you break Widow, she can't do any more fun things with the Hulk, and that would make us both sad.