Chapter 5: The Hunger Returns
Minutes after, Lewis was still flat on his back on the concrete, arms slack, chest rising and falling in slow, wrecked breaths. Lucky had dragged herself up onto the overturned desk, sitting on its edge with her huge green thighs parted, his cum still leaking out of her in a slow, sticky thread down her inner thigh. The morning light caught the wet sheen on her skin and made her glow.
She should have felt calm. She didn't.
The itch was already back. A low, crawling heat under her sternum, deeper than muscle, deeper than bone. She pressed her palm against her chest and felt the beat of it, too fast, too hungry, like a second heart waking up.
"No," she muttered. "No, you just came. I just came. That's not how this works."
Her spine answered her. The green line flared, a hot wire of light running from the base of her skull down to her tailbone, and every vertebra it touched sparked like a struck match. She arched against it, gasping, her massive shoulders rolling, her toes curling against the buckled floor. The glow was visible now even to her, a soft radioactive pulse reflected faintly in the dark screen of a cracked monitor across the room.
Across the floor, Lewis lifted his head. "Lucky?"
"Don't talk," she growled, and even she could hear it, the beast already bleeding back into her voice, thickening it, roughening it. "Don't talk, don't move, just let me think."
"You're glowing again." His voice was thin. He was pushing himself up on one elbow, his eyes on her back, on the light pulsing down her spine like a heartbeat. "It's coming back, isn't it. That thing, the hunger, it's already waking up."
She wanted to lie to him. She wanted to say no, that it was over, that one good fuck had burned the gamma out of her blood. But her body was already doing it again. Her muscles were swelling, tendons creaking like ship rope, her jaw popping as it widened. The green deepened across her skin, jade running to forest, her tits heavy and aching, her nipples hard and dark as her areolas spread.
"You saw the glow," she snarled, turning to face him, and he shrank back at what he saw. Her eyes had gone full green again, burning, no human left in them. "Then you know what it means. The beast is waking up. It's not done with you, boy."
"Lucky, please, I can barely walk."
"Good." She slid off the desk, and the floor shuddered under her feet. "Means you won't run."
She crossed the room in three strides and caught him by the back of the neck. He yelped as she hauled him up off the floor and shoved him face down across the wrecked desk, his chest flat against the cold metal, papers and shattered plastic scattering. One huge green hand pinned him between his shoulder blades. The other hooked his thigh and dragged it out, spreading him, bending him over the desk edge at the height she wanted.
"Wait, wait, I just..."
"I know what you just did." She leaned over him, her heavy tits pressing against his back, her breath hot on his ear. "And I want it again. That's what the glow means. It doesn't get fed once and go to sleep. It gets fed and it gets hungrier."
Her hand slid down his spine, over the curve of his ass, and between his legs. He was soft, sore, spent, and he flinched at her touch. She growled, low and patient, and worked him with her fingers anyway, slow circles, rough pads dragging over oversensitive skin until he squirmed and hissed.
"Lucky, it hurts."
"It'll stop hurting." Her voice had dropped into that deep broken register, the She-Hulk's voice, all gravel and want. "Because you're going to get hard again. For me. You did it once, you'll do it again, and this time I'm not riding you. This time I want you to fuck me like you're not ashamed of it."
She kept working him, her massive body draped over his back, her hips grinding slow circles against his ass, her wet cunt smearing slick heat across his skin. He groaned into the desk, his fists curling, and she felt it, the first thick twitch of blood filling him again.
"There he is," she breathed. "There's my boy."
"It's not... I'm not..."
"You're hard as a fucking rock." She wrapped her fingers around him, squeezed, and he cried out. "And you're going to put it in me, or I'm going to put it in me for you. Your choice."
He didn't answer with words. He answered by pushing back against her hand, a small, broken movement, his hips tilting, his cock dragging through her grip. She laughed, a low rolling sound, and released him.
She pushed off his back and turned, bracing herself against the desk, bending over it in front of him, her enormous green ass presented, her thighs spread, the slick pink glisten of her cunt open and dripping between them. She looked back over her shoulder at him, her green eyes blazing.
"Look at it," she ordered. "You already came in it once. You already know how it feels. Now get behind me and fuck your aunt again."
His hands were shaking when they landed on her hips. He stepped in close, and she felt the blunt heat of him pressing against her entrance, still sore, still soaked with his own cum from minutes ago. She reached back between her own legs and spread herself with two thick fingers.
"Push," she said.
He pushed. She felt herself split open around him again, the stretch burning sweet, his cock sliding back into her sloppy, used cunt, bottoming out against her cervix. They both groaned, a matched pair of wrecked sounds, and the desk screeched an inch across the concrete as her grip on it clenched.
"Fuck," he whispered.
"Move." She rolled her hips back against him, taking him deeper. "Fuck me, Lewis. Hard. I need it hard or the beast stays hungry."
He started slow, almost gentle, and she snarled and slammed herself back onto him, the impact loud, her ass cheeks clapping against his hips. He yelped and then found the rhythm, driving into her, his fingers digging white dents into green flesh, the wet slapping sounds of their bodies filling the ruined lab. His cum from the first time frothed around the base of his cock with every stroke, leaking down her thighs.
"Harder," she demanded, her voice cracking into a growl. "Use me. I'm not your aunt right now, I'm just a cunt that needs filling, so fill it."
The word broke something loose in him. His thrusts turned brutal, ragged, the desk banging against the wall with every stroke, and the green line on her spine flared so bright she could see its glow wash over her own shoulder. Every slam of his hips fed the fire, and the fire fed her hunger, and the hunger wrapped around her like a second skin of pure want.
She reached back and grabbed his ass, hauling him into her, forcing him deeper on every stroke. "That's it. That's it. God, you're so deep."
"Lucky, I'm close again, I can't..."
"Don't stop." She was clenching around him now, her orgasm building fast, her thighs trembling, her whole massive body shaking the desk on its bent legs. "Come in me again. Fill me up. I want to feel it, I want to feel every fucking drop."
He came with a strangled shout, his hips jerking, his cock pulsing hot and thick inside her, and the heat of it tipped her over. Her cunt clamped down and milked him, wave after wave, and she roared, a sound that rattled the broken glass in the window frames, her orgasm ripping through her green flesh while he shuddered and gasped against her back.
When it passed, she stayed bent over the desk, breathing hard, his cum running down both her thighs now. The glow on her spine had dimmed. Not out. Just banked, a slow ember pulse.
Lewis slid out of her and slumped back against a filing cabinet, staring at her back. At the light.
"It's still glowing," he said quietly. "Isn't it."
She looked back at him over her shoulder, and her green eyes were half human now, and half something that hadn't finished eating.
"Yeah," she said. "It is."