Thread: Widow & The Beast (DanceWithDemise x Rand)

All sorts of exotically shaped leaves and low branches slapped and whipped at Natasha's body as she darted through the jungle, but the pain was a small price to pay as long as it meant not getting crushed to death by the furious green behemoth who was tracking her down. Every one of her pursuer's footsteps were announced by a loud thud and caused the very ground beneath the redhead's feet to shake, making it even harder to navigate the treacherous amazonian terrain, but through some perfect storm of instincts, adrenaline and luck she managed to move forward without tripping. But it was the ominous silence that followed which had been the most terrifying. Complete and utter silence, since there must not have been even a single other living creature left in the vicinity, all of them having had the sense to run in the opposite direction from the monster. Unlike Natasha, they had the advantage of not being chased by him, however, so it was easy enough for them to escape with nothing more than a good scare. It was probably only a few seconds long, but the silence felt like it had dragged on for minutes or hours while she kept running, forcing her aching legs and overworked lungs to keep going until she reached the evac location. Natasha definitely hadn't been expecting the Hulk to land in front of her out of nowhere. She desperately tried to brake before running into him, but her boots slid through the soft dirt underneath and the small earthquake rippling outwards from the spot where the Hulk had landed was enough to make her lose her balance. Stumbling as she tried to twist her body around to face the other direction, the Widow fell to one knee and broke her fall with her hands, getting ready to push herself up so that she could run back in the other direction...but she never made it back to her feet. Instead, Natasha was yanked up into the air as if she were nothing more than a child's doll. When she used her free hand to draw one of her pistols from the holsters strapped to her thighs, it was swatted away with enough force to leave the bones in the spy's arm ringing, leaving her completely defenseless not that the gun would have been of any use either way. It was all that she could do to turn her head away and clench just about every single muscle in her body as the Hulk let out a deafening roar just inches away from her. Large drops of spittle spattered against her face and chest while her mane of fiery red hair was blown back as if by a gust of wind. The Widow's head and neck trembled as she kept her eyes shut hard, thankfully sparing her from the Hulk's grim smile while she waited for the life to be crushed out of her. She had no idea what the phrase Banner want red woman was supposed to mean. When she felt the warmth and wetness of the Hulk's huge mouth closing in around the lower half of her face, Natasha's first reaction was to scream, thinking that he was going to tear her apart with his teeth rather than killing her in a more conventional way like she'd first assumed. Saying that it was a shock when the monster's massive tongue barreled its way into her mouth would have been an understatement. He's kissing me, Natasha's mind finally registered as she choked on the Hulk's tongue, her would-be screams being reduced to pathetic gurgling sounds as she futilely tried to push him out of her mouth with her own comparatively feeble tongue. Finally, Natasha gagged and tilted her head back as the Hulk forced his tentacle-like appendage all the way to the back of her throat. Her eyes were frozen wide open with terror and shock now, staring right into his where she was quite horrified to recognize blazing lust . Thrashing about reactively as her throat muscles continued to clench down on the Hulk's wet, thick and raspy tongue, making it impossible for her to breath, Natasha's feet ended up tapping against what could only be an erection. A gargantuan, throbbing, green erection. The thought of being split in half by it was enough to put the fear of god into her. The Widow's thrashing became wild and violent as a wave of desperation rippled through her, providing her with a short burst of energy which she used to smash her feet against the giant bulge in the Hulk's shorts as hard as she could possible manage. If her had any weakness at all, Natasha guessed that that would be it. After all, he was still a man despite his transformation, that much had already been made much too obvious.