Thread: Desperate Measures (darkest_fate & Rand)

Yes, so far so good. They were giving Hulk precisely what he wanted. Natasha just had to keep working him, keep teasing, work till the shaft exploded fully. Then they could deal with a calmer, more satiated Hulk. That certainly seemed like a plan that would work to the benefit of all parties involved. The Hulk certainly seemed pleased enough with it, agreeing with her comment. Natasha smiled up at him, though her eyes darted for the moment with the motion. Everything happened at once. The pull, the metal screeching. An arm flying. It hit Natasha's back just as she started to relax, knowing that the incoming blow could kill if she wasn't ready. The huge hand pressed against her. Natasha could feel every finger along her back, pressed tight against her suit. She held still, perfectly still, the cock still nestled between her breasts, her lips still touching just the edge of it. A familiar voice sounded from the intercom, and Natasha knew that she could end this with a word. They could dump Hulk. She might not make it herself, but the Hulk would be gone, the threat diminished if not eliminated. Their problem would be solved. Everything's fine, Fury, Natasha said, her voice level. The Hulk's just getting a little antsy. Nothing's going to happen, she said this more to the Hulk than the director, who was no doubt already preparing three different countermeasures. Natasha didn't mind, nor would she have minded if the cameras winked on and showed her with her breasts wrapped around a gamma-infused cock and her lips just breaths from the head. The monster growled and looked, and Natasha moved to quickly suck his head, drawing his attention down. I didn't say I was going to stop, she pointed out. Her hands pressed her breasts tight again, squeezing the cock between them. And if Hulk smash, then the Widow won't be able to make Hulk feel good, she squeezed her breasts, milking the cock all the way to the tip. So why don't we agree that Hulk's not going to smash anything and just pick up where we left off, hmm? Natasha didn't wait. Instead, she swallowed, then stuck her mouth over the cock. Swallowing, she pushed forward, and then forward some more. Several inches of thick cock slid into her throat, causing the muscles to bulge. Her throat seemed to grow thicker, yet she continued, taking an impressive amount of cock into her mouth. Water appeared in her eyes, and she breathed hard, sucking air through her nose. Saliva and spittle leaked all about, sliding down the shaft and over Natasha's breasts. Still, she managed, and then she sucked, sucked as she pulled all the way back up to the top, only to once more bob, her head bouncing along the first few inches. Now that she'd stretched, she could do this easily enough, her head moving quickly. Natasha could only hope that the Hulk would actually feel all this. She didn't know quite how it worked for him, and she could really only hope that the sensations were pleasant ones. Surely even when her teeth caught the cock, it wouldn't hurt him much. The Widow could actually do some damage just bring up her wrist launcher or use one of the many gadgets she had on hand. But Natasha didn't want to hurt an ally, and she still saw the Hulk as that. Just because he needed a little more control didn't mean they had to treat him poorly. if anything, this was precisely what they should be doing.