Thread: Desperate Measures (darkest_fate & Rand)

Holy fuck, the Hulk was hung like, well, the fucking Hulk. Widow had to admire the huge, hardening cock that bobbed before her face. The strong, masculine smell of the Hulk, a smell that mortal men simply couldn't produce, washed over Widow then. She had to fight the urge to step back or wobble, drawing upon her impressive training to remain situated where she was. Her analytical mind started throwing numbers to help so many centimeters in diameter, at least half a meter in length. Quick addition and subtraction told Natasha that said cock wouldn't fit comfortably in her, if at all, and it certainly wouldn't fit in her throat. Her knowledge of the Hulk told her that he certainly wouldn't be taking those factors into consideration, and that she'd simply have to brace herself for the inevitable. Fuck you, Nick Fury , she thought while looking up at the hard-breathing creature. He'd take her one way or the other, especially now that she'd teased him and brought out his cock. Their facilities already stretched to hold him a raging, horny Hulk would demolish everything, and Natasha's fragile little body would only be part of that equation. Already he growled again, and the sound nearly caused a shiver to run down Natasha's spine. But the Widow maintained her cool. She smiled a tight smile up at the Hulk, raising steady, gloved hands to the cock. She gently touched it, running her fingertips along the massive length, feeling its rather unique texture. Her pale fingers touched upon the veins as they throbbed, traveling their course. Natasha drew her fingers all the way down to the Hulk's impressive testes, attempting to cup them as best she could, feeling the weight. She idly wondered how long it had been since the Hulk had released himself. Would she be receiving what amounted to a fire hose of cum in addition to everything else? Best to prepare for that, to face the inevitable. Now Banner, said Natasha, keeping her voice light, sliding just an edge. That her hands continued to stroke his cock would surely help, as would her position. Natasha had already moved to a submissive body position, kneeling before the hulk, the twin snowy bulges of her breasts, admittedly still zipped, though if need be, Natasha knew she could bare them. The caps would protect the most fragile parts from him, though SHIELD technology might make that process... interesting. You know we can't release you. You'll damage everything, she said. Natasha shifted, getting a better grip on the cock, one hand stroking it while the other fondled his balls. She couldn't wrapped her fingers completely around it, so instead she opted for a curved motion. Natasha's fingers went in a smooth circle as they went down and up, as though she were unscrewing a cap. She drew the tips over the veins quite often, seeking which parts would most please the raging beast, hopefully calm him. All the while her talented fingers worked the testes as well, gently massaging them at first, before realizing that she was dealing with an invulnerable, giant monster. Natasha put a little more muscle in with that realization, practically needing the hefty testes. You don't have to be released anyway, she said, moving forward so her breath puffed against the head of his cock for a moment. She looked up at him, nearly pouting her lips. You're going to get everything you need right here, now aren't you? God she hoped so, otherwise who knew what this monster would do in his quest for release.