Duet 2

Hulk jerked forward unexpectedly. His cock filled her throat. He tossed his hair about and grunted loudly as the muscles in his powerful body tensed.

Namora gagged with his member plunged down almost to her belly. Sputtering, she gulped, somehow managing to take it. She needed him hard, even if that hardness split her in two. Her deep sucks and quivering tongue had him stiffened. She bobbed her head, gagging and forcing herself to keep going regardless.

Hulk made a rumbling sound of contentment and lunged into the warmth offered by Namora’s wet, sucking mouth. Namora took the ramming, then yanked back her head for a quick breath. Hulk’s cock was getting thicker, stretching her throat. With just the bloated knob in her mouth, she sucked, putting her hands on the stiffening length instead of her throat. The combination of her stroking hands and sucking mouth made Hulk’s manhood into a rock-hard protrusion of his mountainous body.

“You’re not going to be able to relax him that way,” Venus observed. “You’re only doing enough to tease him. He’ll get even more tense!”

Namora pulled her mouth off the phallus and gasped. “What do you want me to do—give him a titfuck? I’m not Black Cat!”

“Open your legs.” Venus saw the anxiousness in her eyes. “Relax. It’ll only hurt for a second. Then I’ll be able to make you enjoy it.”

“Yes, I’ll greatly enjoy having a limp for the rest of my life.”

Still, Namora nodded. Knowing Hulk was going to thrust himself into her pussy made his cock look twice as big as it already was. She took a deep breath.

Venus slid her fingers down to Namora’s sex. “Not yet. Relax. You can get wetter than that.” She pushed her middle finger up inside of Namora.

“That’s great, try to turn me into a lesbian before I fuck that,” Namora sighed, still pumping her hands on Hulk’s cock. “Go on, make me wet.”

Venus’s fingers were like feathers, dancing over Namora’s petals until she was dripping wet and mewling like a kitten in need of milk.

“See? Just a little patience and you have the right mindset. And if my tiny fingers have done this to you, imagine what a big hunk of meat like his could do!”

Namora’s hips wiggled. Her hands were no longer pumping on Hulk’s throbbing erection, but lovingly stroking it, relishing the feel of its hardened flash. “He is the strongest… and I deserve the strongest.”

Venus rolled her fingertips through the velveteen hair of Namora’s thatch and felt her clit, erect and ready. It thrilled her. Anxious to watch, she took her hand back.

“I think you’ll enjoy it. I hear everyone who fucks She-Hulk does!”

Namora exhaled. It was time. Shudders ran through her luscious body. The blood seemed to be boiling in her veins. Her nipples ached and pulsed, her breasts feeling like they would burst.

“That is very much no She-Hulk.” Namora sucked in her breath and held it.

“You can handle him.” Venus laughed. “You wouldn’t hesitate to fight the Hulk, would you?”

“This isn’t going to be like taking a punch. Or maybe it will be.” Namora turned her back on the Hulk, then bent over, flattening her breasts to the ground. Lifting her hips up, she offered her pussy to be fucked. “Help him into me,” she moaned, wiggling her ass. “Before I realize how insane this is.”

Venus took Hulk’s cock in her hand and aligned it with Namora’s waiting openness. It was seeping wet, ready to stretch as much as it needed to.

Hulk did the rest. The heat of Namora’s cunt pulled him in. He jabbed his way in, entering Namora’s wetness as a knife would go through butter. In an instant, Namora was split open, Hulk’s prick halfway inside her threshing body.

“AIEEEE!” Namora screeched. That huge phallus was like an impalement. The pain of being opened had her fading in and out of a faint.

“Easy!” Venus said, singing softly into Hulk’s ear, making him bask in the tightness instead of seeking more. Her hands stroked his chest and back. “Easy… make love to her, Hulk.” Venus’s mouth went dry as she stared at Namora. It would’ve been impossible once to imagine her as the cockholster she was now. “She’s yours… be gentle with her… so you can fuck her again and again and again…”

“He’s tearing me in two!” Namora wailed. She pounded her fists on the ground, her breasts mushed into the rough ground. Her hands finding two weighty rocks, she gripped them and squeezed, her knuckles white, her face red with pain.

The rocks soon crumbled into gravel.

Venus stared openly. Namora was beautiful at all times—but being given so much love that it hurt made her radiant. How she envied her; how she envied the Hulk.

“Zeus himself could not find a better form in which to couple!” the siren muttered.

Hulk slammed forward, pounding the rest of his massive endowment into Namora’s struggling body. A loud roar blasted out of him as he shook his shaggy hair. And again he drove forward, forcing his way deeper into the screaming Atlantean.

Namora bucked and twisted, but there was no lessening the immensity of what she was going through. She was a prisoner of Hulk’s sheathed cock. She was filled with it and the pain was unimaginable.

“Take it out!” she cried, looking to Venus through teary eyes. “Take it out!”

“You just have to relax,” Venus assured her. “Imagine how hard you’ll come once you get used to that thing!”

Her breathing was shallow; her cunt throbbed with each vicious jerk of Hulk’s prick into Namora’s sex.

Namora’s leaking eyes glared at Venus, hating her for the pain that now racked her body. “I can’t take anymore!”

“He hasn’t thrusted even a dozen times yet. Give him a chance!”

Namora tried crawling away but Hulk jammed into her again, keeping her pussy stuffed with his member. Her face turned white, then pinkened as agony scorched through her body. Another scream leapt from her lips as her eyes rolled up in pain.

Hulk ravaged the screaming Atlantean, dragging her convulsing body up and down his erection. He skewered her with all of his passion-stiff rod, his satisfied grunts interspersed with Namora’s high-pitched wails.

Namora writhed, the ground scratching at her breasts and belly. Her legs were apart, vee’d wide open to pass to either side of Hulk’s body. Her clit seemed to hum with feeling, the flesh it sat on stretched taut with each thrust of Hulk’s demanding cock.

Hard, pounding jabs jerked her screeching body around. Hulk’s manhood bludgeoned into her tight pussy, stretching it until it could take every throbbing inch he wanted sheathed in her.

“Yes, that’s it, fuck her, fuck her!” Venus sang, happy to see Hulk putting all his frenzy into a suitable receptacle.

“It doesn’t fit! There’s too much of it!” Namora keened, nails digging into the ground as she tried to free herself from being hilted by Hulk’s giant prick.

Hulk panted, his huge hands stamping the ground as his head swayed. Namora was still stretching to accommodate him and the friction he encountered inside her irritated his cock. His balls, heavily laden with cum, swung between his muscular legs, whacking rhythmically against Namora’s flushed body with the force of a leather sap.

Venus brought her hand to the base of Hulk’s cock, still outside of Namora’s twisting body. She stroked it so he wouldn’t feel too compelled to get it inside Namora’s unready pussy.

“You’re almost there,” she told Namora. “It takes time for a body to learn how to accept so much cock, but yours absolutely is. How could it not?”

Namora couldn’t believe her. The pain was enormous. Nothing this painful could not be harming her. She sobbed, thrashing under the brutal onslaught.

“I can’t take it!” she wailed. “I can’t! I can’t!”

Hard pistoning drives forced their way viciously into Namora’s depths. Each powerful push gained Hulk more of Namora’s cunt wrapped around his member. Hulk groaned and Namora cried out, but the contest continued.

Aroused and in need, finding Namora’s pussy growing used to his massiveness, Hulk skewered her faster. Namora’s juices were flowing freely now, greasing his erection and warming it as well. Her inner muscles, once shocked into stillness, now trembled around his powerful endowment.

Namora reeled under the shift, her reawakening nerves adding to the cacophony she already felt. Her eyes rolled up into her head. The constant companionship of her pain was lost and now she was wracked with passion, surging in to fill up all the space her agony had taken up.

“Ooooo! Something’s changing, Venus! Something’s different!”

Venus giggled, “I told you.”

Hulk’s prick, well-lubricated and not encountering no resistance, pumped faster. He hurled himself into Namora, digging a furrow in the earth with their conjoined bodies.

Namora’s face was flooded with delight. “GGHH! He’s in so deep!”

“Don’t just lie there, Namora!” Venus cooed. “Show him who he’s fucking with!”