Its Name Was Henry update

“This is good work,” Natasha commented, swiping through the tablet to read everything Henry had gathered on the amulet.

Henry smiled in acknowledgment of the compliment, though an outside observer would find it far more likely he was grinning at what he was doing.

His hand had followed the Y in back of her sling bikini down into the juicy fullness of her ass, where the strip of fabric disappeared between her thick buttocks. It reappeared where his hand dislodged it, his fingers lost in the crevice her creamy mounds held. Without looking, he precisely found her puckered anus and scratched gently with his index finger.

Natasha did not appear to notice. It wasn’t that she didn’t, of course. Only that Henry loved to play with her ass while she was working and, since she could multitask, Natasha saw no reason to deny him.

She could block it out, mostly—her being well-used to anal pleasure by now. After all, given what happened when they were off-duty, she’d probably taken it up the ass more times than she had in her pussy at this point.

“So the amulet has a mental effect on anyone who sees it,” she summarized.

Having tantalized her for several moments, Henry now began to push, slowly working his finger through her tight sphincter and into the darkness of her rectum.

“That’s right,” he said, equally able to compartmentalize as Natasha, despite how much satisfaction he was taking in fingering her. Something obvious by the yearning erection in his pants. “And even after the victim loses sight of it, it still leaves a residue on their mentality, perhaps permanently. They’re left much more susceptible to the commands of whoever created the amulet.”

Natasha raised an eyebrow, as much at being sodomized as at what she was reading. “And there’s more than one of them?”

She arched her hips as she said this, giving Henry even greater access to her vulnerable hole. Henry hooked the finger that was buried inside her and began stroking the inside of her ass.

“Yes. My theory is that it was something akin to nuclear proliferation. Once the first one was created, other cultures sought to copy it, and managed to, by whatever magic they had access to. After all, didn’t most of the ancient world have harems?”

Henry took his finger away from Natasha’s asshole and held it up to her mouth. “Think it’ll taste like the last time I came in you?”

Rolling her eyes, Natasha’s succulent lips parted and she accepted Henry’s digit as though it were an hors d'oeuvre she had never tried before.

“How’s your ass taste?” Henry asked, though he could tell by the way she sucked that his finger met with Natasha’s approval.

Natasha rolled her lips off his finger. “Delicious,” she said laconically. “Anything else?”

“No, that’s all. Good hunting.”

Natasha nodded and moved to leave, but she made the mistake of positioning herself between Henry and a nearby table. One shove and she was bent over it, her ass in the air.

Her asshole resisted more than Natasha did. She only whimpered as he inserted himself into her, and then her voice broke off in a little squeal as, once into her, Henry thrust in hard to fully claim her ass. Her eyes rolled up in her head as she went nearly out of her skull with the ever-increasing violence with which he pumped his hips, driving his hardened erection up into her bowels.

Then Natasha clawed back enough autonomy to grunt with each thrust he rammed into her. Her body rocked back and forth on the table under the assault of his rampant endowment.

“Fuck me!” she moaned. “Fuck my ass!”

“That’s exactly what I’m doing,” Henry told her. “Your sweet little hole needs to be fucked, Nat.”

Natasha reached under her belly to rub her clit. She rhythmically circled her ass to the tempo of Henry’s thrusting.

He drove into her with a fury. Her anus was a tightening band around his prick, sucking him in and trying to keep him inside her ass. His hairy balls slapped against her pussy with each stroke he gave her.

When Henry ran his hand around her waist to finger her himself, Natasha took her own hand away and let him touch her instead. She moaned to have two of his skillful fingers inside her pussy, spiking into her G-spot.

Their connected bodies slurped and smacked and gurgled, coming together again and again: his belly to her ass, his fingers in and out of her hole. Even Natasha’s cries seemed to be driven out of her by his rutting.

Henry pumped away, heedless of anything but the tension building up in his scrotum and demanding relief. He knew the only place he could get it was in Natasha’s straining asshole. Her oily sex quivered around his fingers, telling him how much Natasha appreciated being his release.

Natasha’s hips gyrated, increasing the impact of his thrusts. Her body was slick with sweat, her pussy running rampant with orgasmic juices, while her asshole drew tighter and tighter on his invading meat. Natasha groaned and whimpered and mewled, having to let her voice give into her body.

“Fuck me!” she whined. “Fuck my ass! Fuck all your cum into it, please!”

His breath rasping, eyes tightly closed to avoid the intoxicating sight of Natasha turned into a bitch in heat, Henry fucked like a machine in overdrive.

Suddenly, his legs locked. He forced his cock in to its base. His breath caught and an enormous spasm rocked his body. He gave one jerk after another as he let out his cum, finally falling on top of Natasha with his prick still impaling her ass.

Natasha sighed with contentment. She wiggled back against Henry’s weight, feeling his cum trickling out of her stuffed ass, to run down and tease at her glowingly orgasmic folds. Her ass sucked at his softening prick as though soliciting even more cum from him. Every nerve in her body tingled with the sensuous afterglow of having been totally used up.

She rested her shoulders on the table until his member slipped free of her ass. Without it to plug her up, his seed ran rampant down over her tender pussy. Natasha adjusted her sling bikini to rest comfortably between her buttocks once more, then stood up.

Henry gave her a pat on her well-used ass as she left. After how thoroughly it’d been violated, that little smack felt orgiastic. But Natasha kept walking, knowing from all the cum soaking her thighs at that very moment that she’d taken enough from Henry for now.