Chapter 1: Penetration
Natasha Romanoff walked into the Avengers Tower, her heels clicking against the cool marble floor. The place was a labyrinth of gleaming corridors, so she headed towards the heart of where she knew she could find one of its occupants—the Hulk.
She found him in the training room, his massive green frame towering over everything in sight. The sight of his sweat-soaked muscles never failed to give her a surge of desire, although she knew better than to let the Hulk know.
"Banner!" she called, keeping her tone light and conversational.
"I thought I'd find you here."
The Hulk turned, his eyes narrowing as he took her in. "Natasha," he rumbled, his voice like distant thunder. "What brings you here?"
She leaned against the doorframe, crossing her arms under her breasts. "Just wanted to check on you. Make sure you weren't tearing anything apart." Her gaze flicked to the dented metal wall behind him. "Again."
He grunted, turning back to the punching bag. "I'm fine."
She pushed off from the doorway, walking towards him. "You don't look fine. You look...
tense," Natasha said, her voice dropping an octave. She stepped closer, close enough to feel the heat radiating off his skin. "Like you've got all this... energy built up inside you, and nowhere to release it."
The Hulk's fist paused mid-air, his knuckles brushing against the worn leather of the punching bag. He turned his head slowly, his gaze locking onto hers. "And what makes you think you can help with that, Natasha?" His voice was a low growl, laced with challenge and something else—something darker, more primal.
Natasha didn't back down.
Instead, she took another step closer, her chest almost touching his. She looked up at him, her blue eyes sparkling with mischief and something else—hunger. "Because, big guy," she whispered, her voice barely audible, "I know exactly how to make you feel... small."
The Hulk's eyes widened slightly, surprise flickering across his features. Then, his lips curled into a snarl, revealing his massive teeth. "You think you can handle me, Natasha?"
She smirked, her hand reaching out to trace the curve of his bicep. "Oh, I know I can.
And I will," Natasha replied, her voice laced with confidence. She leaned in, pressing her lips against the Hulk's neck, feeling the pulse of his heartbeat against her mouth. He shuddered, a low groan rumbling in his chest.
The Hulk's hands, massive and powerful, wrapped around Natasha's waist, lifting her effortlessly. She gasped, wrapping her legs around him, feeling the hardness of his cock pressing against her through his tattered pants. He carried her out of the training room, his strides long and purposeful, heading towards his private quarters.
Natasha clung to him, her fingers digging into the hard muscles of his shoulders, her tongue tracing the line of his jaw. The Hulk's grip on her ass tightened, his fingers kneading the flesh, pulling her harder against him.
They reached his room, and he kicked the door open, sending it crashing against the wall. He tossed her onto the bed, and she bounced, her laughter echoing in the room. The Hulk stood at the foot of the bed, his chest heaving, his eyes burning with lust.
"Strip," he growled, his voice a command.
Natasha didn't hesitate. She sat up, her fingers going to the buttons of her blouse, popping them open one by one. She shrugged it off, letting it fall to the floor, followed by her bra. Her nipples hardened in the cool air, aching for his touch.
The Hulk watched, his eyes locked onto her breasts, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. "Fuck, Natasha," he muttered, his voice thick with desire. "You're fucking gorgeous."
She smiled, leaning back on her elbows, her legs spreading slightly. "Why, thank you, Banner.
But you're still dressed," Natasha teased, her eyes flicking down to the tattered remains of his pants, barely containing his throbbing erection. "That hardly seems fair."
The Hulk let out a low chuckle, a sound that sent shivers down Natasha's spine. "You want me naked, Natasha? Is that what you want?"
She bit her lower lip, nodding. "Mm-hmm. I want to see all of you, Hulk.
Every inch of that massive, green body," Natasha purred, her voice dripping with hunger. She leaned back further, her fingers trailing down her stomach, stopping just above her belt buckle.
The Hulk's eyes followed her movements, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He reached down, grabbing the hem of his tattered shirt, and pulled it off in one swift motion, revealing the expanse of his muscular chest. Natasha's eyes widened, taking in the sight of him, her pussy clenching with anticipation.
"Fuck, Banner," she whispered, her voice hoarse. "You're...
fucking magnificent," Natasha breathed, her eyes roving over the Hulk's chiseled physique. His muscles were taut, veins bulging like ropes beneath his emerald skin. She could see every ridge, every contour, and it made her mouth water.
The Hulk growled, a sound that reverberated through the room. "Enough talk, Natasha. I need to fuck you. Now."
She smirked, her fingers moving to her belt, unbuckling it slowly. "So impatient, Banner.
Always wanting to skip straight to the main course," Natasha taunted, her fingers pausing at the button of her jeans. She could see the Hulk's cock straining against his pants, the fabric tented and damp with pre-cum. The sight of it made her pussy ache, her clit throbbing with need.
The Hulk let out a low growl, his hands going to his pants, pushing them down roughly. His cock sprang free, massive and thick, the head already glistening with moisture. Natasha's eyes widened, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. Fuck, he was huge.
Natasha had seen her fair share of cocks, but the Hulk's was... something else entirely. It was a monster, just like him, and the sight of it made her pussy clench with anticipation. She could feel the wetness gathering between her thighs, soaking her panties, as she watched him stroke himself, his massive fist wrapping around his shaft.
"You like what you see, Natasha?" the Hulk growled, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through her chest. His eyes were locked onto hers, burning with intensity.
She nodded, her throat too dry to speak.
The Hulk took a step closer, his massive frame looming over her. She could feel the heat radiating off his body, could smell the musk of his sweat and the faint hint of ozone that always seemed to cling to him. Her heart pounded in her chest, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
"Tell me what you want, Natasha," the Hulk demanded, his voice a low growl. His hand was still wrapped around his cock, stroking it slowly, torturously. She could see the vein pulsing along the underside, could imagine the taste of him on her tongue.
She licked her lips, her eyes never leaving his cock. "I want to taste you, Banner," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I want to feel you in my mouth, fucking my face until you come down my throat."
The Hulk's eyes darkened, his grip tightening around his shaft. "Fuck, Natasha," he groaned, his voice strained. "You're playing with fire, talking like that."
She smirked, her fingers hooking into the waistband of her jeans, pushing them down along with her panties.
The Hulk's eyes followed her movements, his gaze locked onto her bare pussy, now glistening with her arousal. He let out a low growl, his hand still working his cock, the sound of his fist sliding along his shaft filling the room.
"Come here, Natasha," he commanded, his voice a low rumble. "On your knees."
She did as she was told, sliding off the bed and onto her knees in front of him. She looked up at him, her blue eyes sparkling with mischief and hunger.
"Like this, Banner?" she asked, her voice laced with mock innocence. She reached out, her fingers wrapping around the base of his cock, feeling the thickness of it pulse in her hand. The Hulk let out a low groan, his hips jerking forward, seeking more contact.
"Fuck, Natasha," he growled, his hands tangling in her short hair, guiding her towards his cock. "Stop teasing and suck it."
She smirked, her tongue darting out to lick the bead of pre-cum from the tip of his cock.
The Hulk's grip on her hair tightened, his hips bucking forward, trying to push more of his length into her mouth. Natasha hummed, her lips stretching wide to accommodate him, her tongue swirling around the head, tasting the salty sweetness of his arousal.
"Fuck, Natasha," the Hulk groaned, his voice ragged. "Your mouth feels so fucking good. Take it deeper, baby. Show me what that talented tongue can do."
She complied, relaxing her throat and taking him deeper, inch by inch, until she felt the head of his cock hitting the back of her throat.
She gagged slightly, her eyes watering, but she held herself there, looking up at him, her lips stretched wide around his girth.
The Hulk's eyes rolled back, a low groan rumbling in his chest. "Fuck, yes, Natasha. Just like that. Choke on my cock, you little minx."
His hips began to move, thrusting in and out of her mouth, fucking her face with slow, deliberate strokes. Natasha's hands gripped his thighs, her nails digging into the hard muscle, anchoring herself as he picked up speed.
Saliva dripped down her chin, mixing with the pre-cum leaking from his cock, creating a sloppy mess that only served to turn her on more. She could feel her own arousal coating her thighs, her pussy throbbing with the need to be filled.
The Hulk's grunts grew louder, more animalistic, his hips pistoning in and out of her mouth with increasing force. "Fuck, Natasha, you're making me crazy," he growled, his fingers tangling tighter in her hair, guiding her, using her.
She moaned around his cock, the vibrations making him groan even louder.
He could feel her tongue working overtime, swirling around his shaft, lapping up the pre-cum that leaked from the tip. His balls tightened, the familiar tingle at the base of his spine signaling his impending orgasm.
"Not yet, Banner," Natasha mumbled, pulling back, her lips popping off his cock with a wet sound. "Not until I say so."
The Hulk growled, his hands still fisted in her hair, holding her in place. "You're playing with fire, Natasha."
She smirked, her fingers trailing down his thigh, her nails scraping against his skin.
"I want to watch you suffer, Banner. I want to see you beg for it."
The Hulk's eyes flashed with anger, but Natasha could see the lust burning behind the rage. He released her hair, his hands moving to her shoulders, pushing her back onto the bed. She landed with a bounce, her legs spreading instinctively, inviting him in.
"Is that what you want, Natasha?" he growled, his voice a low rumble. "You want me to beg?" Beg for my pussy, Banner.
Tell me how much you need it," Natasha taunted, her voice laced with hunger and dominance. She leaned back on the bed, her fingers trailing down her stomach, stopping just above her pussy. She could feel the heat radiating from her core, her clit throbbing with anticipation. He stood at the edge of the bed, his massive frame towering over her, his cock throbbing and ready. "You want me to beg, Natasha?" he growled, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through her chest.
"You want me to beg, Natasha? Fine. I'll fucking beg."
He dropped to his knees, his massive frame dwarfing the bed, his hands gripping her thighs, pulling her towards him. Natasha gasped, her hips lifting off the mattress, her pussy aching for his touch.
"Please, Natasha," he groaned, his voice strained. "Let me taste you. Let me make you come with my mouth."
She smirked, her fingers tangling in his hair, guiding him towards her center. "Well, since you asked so nicely, Banner," she teased, her voice laced with mock innocence.
She spread her legs wider, giving him a clear view of her glistening pussy. "Go ahead, big boy. Eat me out like you mean it."
The Hulk growled, a sound that sent shivers down Natasha's spine. He buried his face between her thighs, his tongue finding her clit without hesitation. She gasped, her hips bucking off the bed, her fingers tangling in his hair, holding him in place.
"Fuck, Banner," she moaned, her voice ragged. "Your tongue...
Fuck, it's like you're trying to lick my goddamn soul out through my pussy," Natasha cursed, her hips grinding against his face, seeking more friction, more pressure. The Hulk growled, his tongue delving deeper, fucking her with slow, deliberate strokes, his nose rubbing against her clit, driving her wild.
"Jesus Christ, Banner," she panted, her fingers tugging at his hair, her body writhing beneath him.
"You're gonna make me come if you keep doing that."
The Hulk growled, his tongue flicking against her clit, his fingers slipping inside her, curling upwards, finding that spot that made her see stars. "That's the fucking point, Natasha," he muttered, his voice muffled against her pussy. "I want to taste your fucking orgasm. I want to feel your cunt clench around my fingers while you scream my name."
Natasha's breath hitched, her body tensing as the first waves of her orgasm crashed over her.
"Fuck, Banner! Yes! Right there! Don't stop!" she cried, her voice echoing in the room. The Hulk growled, his fingers fucking her harder, his tongue lashing against her clit, drawing out her pleasure. She came undone, her body convulsing, her pussy clamping down around his fingers, riding out her orgasm on his face.
As her body began to relax, Natasha pushed the Hulk away, her chest heaving. "Enough foreplay, Banner. I want your cock inside me.
The Hulk's eyes flashed with hunger, his massive frame looming over her. "You're a greedy little thing, aren't you, Natasha?" he growled, his voice laced with lust. "Always wanting more."
She smirked, her fingers trailing down her stomach, stopping just above her pussy. "Only when it comes to you, Banner. Only when it comes to this massive cock of yours."
He let out a low chuckle, his hands gripping her thighs, pulling her towards him. "You want it, Natasha?
You want my cock inside you?" His massive frame loomed over her, his eyes burning with lust and hunger. "Yes, Banner. I want it. I want you to fuck me hard and fast. I want to feel every inch of that massive cock inside me."
The Hulk let out a low groan, his hands gripping her thighs, pulling her towards him. She could feel the head of his cock pressing against her entrance, hot and throbbing.
Natasha took a deep breath, her fingers digging into the Hulk's shoulders, bracing herself for what was to come. He was massive, and she knew it would take some time to adjust to his size.
"Fuck, Natasha," the Hulk growled, his voice strained. "You're so fucking tight. I don't want to hurt you."
She smirked, her hips tilting up, inviting him in. "You won't hurt me, Banner. I can take whatever you've got.
Now fuck me, Banner. Fuck me like you mean it."
The Hulk's eyes flashed with a primal hunger, and with one powerful thrust, he buried himself inside her. Natasha gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders, her body stretching to accommodate his size. "Fuck, Banner!" she cried, her voice ragged. "You're so fucking big!"
He growled, his hips beginning to move, withdrawing slightly before slamming back into her. "You love it, Natasha.
You love being filled by my massive cock," the Hulk grunted, his hips pistoning in and out of her, each thrust burying him deeper. Natasha could only whimper in response, her body overwhelmed by the sheer size of him. She could feel every ridge, every vein, as he stretched her to her limits.
"Look at me, Natasha," he commanded, his voice a low growl. She forced her eyes open, meeting his intense gaze. "Watch me fuck you. Watch me claim you."
She obeyed, her eyes locked onto his as he drove into her, his cock glistening with her arousal.
The sight of it, of him fucking her, sent a fresh wave of desire coursing through her veins. She could feel her body adjusting to his size, her pussy stretching to accommodate him, the pleasure building with each thrust.
"Fuck, Natasha," the Hulk grunted, his hips slapping against her thighs, his cock pounding into her. "You feel so fucking good. Your cunt is gripping me like a fucking vice."
She moaned, her fingers clawing at his back, her legs wrapping around his waist, urging him on. "Harder, Banner.
Fuck me harder," Natasha panted, her voice ragged with desire. The Hulk growled, his hips slamming into her with increased force, each thrust driving her up the bed. She could feel the headboard banging against the wall, the sound of their flesh slapping together filling the room, mingling with their moans and curses.
"Fuck, Natasha, you're so fucking tight. Your pussy is strangling my cock," the Hulk grunted, his voice strained with effort. She could see the veins bulging in his neck, his muscles taut with tension as he fought to maintain control.
But she knew there was no holding him back much longer. He was like an animal in heat, breathing heavily, eyes locked on hers, and she reveled in it.
"Come here," she whispered, beckoning him closer. He wasted no time, striding towards her, throwing her to the bed with a rough bark of laughter. The force of his embrace sent them both tumbling to the soft moss below and she laughed again as they grappled, hands skimming over skin, fingers clutching at clothes. They stumbled briefly before finding their balance, their eyes locked in a heated stare.
He pinned her arms above her head, his body holding her in place. She let out a low moan, thrusting her hips upward, pressing herself against him.
"You want me, Natasha?" he growled, his eyes burning with desire.
"Yes," she gasped, arching her back, pressing herself closer to him. "Yes, I want you."
With a smirk, he released one of her hands, wrapping it around his cock, guiding it towards her entrance.
She moaned as he pushed inside her, filling her completely with his length.
"God, you feel incredible," he groaned, beginning to thrust in and out of her, setting a slow and deliberate pace. She writhed beneath him, her free hand gripping the moss beneath her.
"Fuck, Banner, harder," she begged, her voice husky with lust. "Harder!"
The Hulk complied, his thrusts becoming more forceful, his cock slamming into her with raw power.