Thread: Widow & The Beast (DanceWithDemise x Rand)

Perhaps Natasha hadn't exactly thought things through perfectly when she decided that kicking the Hulk in what she presumed to be his most sensitive region would be a good idea, but then again her situation wasn't particularly conducive to great ideas. It was only after the fact that she realized how expecting that it might be enough to make him lose his grip on her was nothing more than wishful thinking and that in reality all it had accomplished was to make him angry - or angrier. Against, she expected to be crumpled up like a scrap piece of paper at any second. She certainly never would have guessed that the monster would strip off the tattered remains of his shorts, leaving him nude and his gargantuan member completely exposed. Obviously, Natasha had been able to tell that it was big when her feet had touched it and when she'd looked down at the bulge in the Hulk's shorts, but it was even more enormous than she could have guessed. Her nostrils were already full of his thick, musky scent even as he dangled her in front of her menacing erection by her arm which was beginning to hurt. No, don't... was the only feeble protestation that the Widow could muster while she was unceremoniously dropped on to the emerald behemoth's cock, still fearing that he might squash her like an actual spider if she dared to struggle more fiercely. Even compared to the smothering warmth of the jungle, the Hulk's shaft felt burning hot even through Natasha's uniform. She had to wrap her arms and thigh around it to keep steady as if she were climbing a giant heat pipe or something, only most pipes didn't throb and swell underneath you like this one. When she tried to pull away to avoid the first big glob of precum trickling down the length of his cock, the Hulk kept her pressed against it helplessly so that the gooey liquid found its way over her tits and in between them where it mixed with the saliva that had already began to pool there. All that Natasha could do was grimace and shudder in disgust, the monster's scent even stronger now to the point where it became overpowering. Despite his limited ability to communicate, the Hulk had succeeded in making what he wanted from the curvaceous redhead abundantly clear. You've got to be kidding... she mumbled to herself, hardly able to believe her eyes or ears, or any of her senses for that matter. The way that he roared the word 'smash' was more than sufficient to convince Natasha that he was quite willing to follow through on his threat not that she'd doubted that before, so it didn't seem like she had much of a choice if she wanted to remain in one piece. Of course, there was still no guarantee that the monster wouldn't kill her afterwards, but it was better than nothing. While it may not have been the most elegant or dignified way to try to save herself, Natasha begrudgingly came to terms with the fact that she'd have to somehow jerk the Hulk's impossibly large cock off to appease him and got to work, albeit somewhat reluctantly. Now that he was pinning her down with his hand, Natasha didn't really need to hold on anymore, so she unwrapped her arms from around the thick shaft and began massaging it with both hands, unintentionally spreading the precum around and using it as lubricant. The Widow could tell that it was working just by the sounds that the Hulk was making and the way that his manhood throbbed and twitched beneath her, but she also knew that it wouldn't be enough to keep him appeased for very long. With a heavy sigh of defeat, she started sliding her hips back and forth, feeling the raging erection in between her legs even more clearly than before with every passing second. With sweat already dripping off of her face and making her entire body feel slick and wet under her black suit, Natasha's gyrations settled into a somewhat steady - albeit markedly hurried - pace as she continued rub and dryhump the monster's raging hard-on, praying that it would be enough to save her own skin.