Duet

Oh, what bad luck! Of all the times to shut down another abominable Atlas Foundation offshoot, they had to do it while those blackguards had offended the Hulk. Now he was on a rampage, far too wrathful for Venus’s magic to work on him. They would have to burn off some of that rage before she could calm him down.

“Some misfortune,” Namora sniffed beside her. “We finally find a man you don’t appeal to and he’s the most powerful being on Earth.”

Venus resisted the urge to inform Namora of just how much she appealed to the Hulk, with his barely-there inhibitions. “I’ll need your help. We’ll have to stimulate him enough to clear his mind of this anger, at least a little.”

“I can stimulate him just fine,” Namora said threateningly, bolting her hands into fists—

“No!” Venus cried, before lowering her voice so Hulk couldn’t overhear. He was busy thrashing a rock formation into gravel, but as soon as he was done with it, they would have to intercept him before he took his rage elsewhere. “That will just make him madder. What we need to do is distract him. Once he’s forgotten that he’s so mad, then my magic can take hold.”

“Hulk has less than a one-track mind. How do you propose to distract him?” Namora demanded.

“Lick my pussy,” Venus said plainly.

Namora blinked. “You must be joking.”

“Can you think of a better way to attract his attention?”

“Punching him in the face.”

“A way that won’t get you punched into another hemisphere.”

“Maybe I’d like to be in another hemisphere,” Namora retorted.

“You’d do it with Hercules.”

“I would not… under these circumstances.”

“I’ve caught you staring at me. Just because it’s unconventional…”

“And why should I lick yours? Why can’t you lick mine?”

“Because I can’t eat you out and enrapture the Hulk at the same time.”

“Bullshit.”

“It’s my power, I say how it works. You know, most women would gladly—”

“Fine!” Namora blurted out. “But only because Banner is a friend. I won’t allow him to sully his honor because others stole away his control.”

“Wonderful!” Venus exclaimed, and shoved Namora to her knees.

“Take your hands—” Namora began, only to lose her train of thought entirely as Venus pulled her skirt aside and gave Namora an unvarnished view of her lacking undergarments.

Namora stared at Venus’s flexing belly. It was a revelation to her—suddenly knowing that Venus wanted it, and badly. Even now. The scent of her womanhood was everywhere. Namora pressed a thumb into the beginning of that pink slit and prodded. The hood eased back, revealing her swollen clitoris.

“Good work, Namora,” Venus sighed, her voice lilting, cracking just a little with arousal. “He’s looking. Now play with my clit. I know you like having it done to you—now show me what you like doing.”

Namora’s eyes flashed with irritation. She didn’t like the thought of being handled, even if that was part and parcel of a siren’s nature. It made no sense, not being seduced by a seductress, but that was how Namora felt.

The fact that her body went ahead and thrummed with passionate energy angered her. Arousal was a homage others paid to her; she didn’t yearn like some lovelorn sapling…

“It looks hot, Venus,” Namora said, casually eying the little bundle of nerves like she was an expert. “I should cool it off a little.” And she pursed her lips and coolly blew onto the straining clit.

“Ohhhh, Namora!” Venus whimpered, shaking. “Don’t tease me, take me!” She arched her back, thrusting her bare sex out to Namora’s face.

Namora smiled to herself. She wasn’t giving this siren her tongue. Not when Namora hadn’t even begged for it. Instead, she pushed two fingers into the dripping tunnel. She wiggled and curled them, stroking inside Venus in a way that would satisfy even herself—then she took part of Venus’s labia between her fingers and pulled on it gently.

“HHHNN!” Venus gasped. “More, please, I wish more!”

Namora looked up, seeing Venus’s full breasts as they rolled and wobbled under her sheer dress. The nipples were huge—dark, shiny, and throbbing. If they were anything like Namora’s, they must be nearly as sore as her clit. Namora reached up and pinched them, holding on so that as much as Venus quivered, her nipples held still. Paining Venus sweetly while she writhed with lust.

Then Namora dropped her face to Venus’s cunt and sucked in the little bud that was the center of her pleasure.

“HHUUU!” Venus wailed, grinding her hips so ferociously that Namora let go of her breasts to take hold of her ass instead. Her head bobbed, an inch up, an inch down, helping her tongue to reach everywhere it could.

Venus moaned loudly, eyes rolling in delirious enjoyment. Her honey ran down the insides of her thighs, tempting Namora even as she licked at the source. It seemed there was no amount of Venus’s sweet nectar that would satisfy her.

The round hills of Venus’s toned ass licked Namora’s palms with sweaty heat. She kneaded and squeezed with enthusiasm. Working the dull clay into pleasure after pleasure. She dragged Venus’s cheeks apart and slid a damp finger from the opening of her pussy to her burning asshole. It clenched against her tickling finger; Namora sucked hard on Venus’s clit.

“Oh! Oh! Namora!” Venus could not deny anything in her present state. She let Namora’s finger into her puckered sphincter and the blonde fed it into her one knuckle at a time. “He’s coming! Quick! On your back! Make him come with his cock in you!”

Namora looked around in confusion, abruptly realizing how distracted she’d been, because just then the Hulk’s towering shadow fell over them. “Do what with him?”

“He needs to vent some aggression before my magic can fully work on him. You’re our strongest member. And I can’t imagine he’ll be any rougher than a Kraken… or Namor.”

Namora gritted her teeth. Nice as Venus was, she was a total bitch when it came to what gossip she’d picked up over the years. “Look at him, Val! That thing has to be twelve inches long, at least, and I don’t think it’s even hard yet!”

“Yes,” Venus sighed. “I’m sorry I have to pass it up too. But I can’t very well give a performance with all that inside me. Well, not a useful performance—”

“That cock will break my hip! I won’t be able to walk right ever again!”

“You’ve been dead, Namora,” Venus reminded her. “What’s a little limp? And c’mon, you can’t tell me it won’t be worth it. I envy you. Imagine, tasting me and fucking him in the same day…”

Namora fell back on the ground and spread her legs. She knew she’d have to give in anyway—the Hulk didn’t leave a lot of options. So she might as well do it without putting up with more of Venus’s… interest.

Venus stroked Hulk’s thigh. His green skin glistened with a feverish sweat. “Easy boy,” she said, and glanced at Namora. “Good call: he isn’t fully hard. You’re going to have to suck on him.”

“Yes, why don’t I just let them break my jaw too?”

“Don’t worry,” Venus cooed. “I’ll help.”

Venus whistled and Namora felt a sharp frisson of arousal within her. Not coming from nowhere; meeting something that was already there. She found herself on her knees, reaching out to grasp Hulk’s limp manhood through his tattered shorts. She rubbed it and seemed to feel an answering pulse within her, stroking away.

“Don’t toy with my mind, siren.”

“I’m not… much,” Venus promised. “Just a little something to break the ice. Here. Allow me…”

She took hold of Hulk’s shorts with a ginger smile up at the brute, then hauled them down his titanic hips. Namora laughed drunkenly when his cock began to emerge… and emerge and emerge. It wasn’t until Venus had the shorts down to Hulk’s knees that there was no more to unveil.

Namora agreeably did her part, touching the exposed member. Instantly, her fingers were inundated with a sensation of stickiness and warmth. She began playing with the thing. It was substantial, like an elephant’s trunk, but far more solid… and slowly beginning to thrum with exhilarated arousal.

She looked up. The Hulk gaped dumbly at her, his frenzied eyes now becoming unfocused as he felt how much better it was to allow this to be done to him than to try to alleviate his stress by himself.

Only that didn’t translate to him getting hard.

Namora shot Venus a look. “I’m doing my part, you know.”

“I don’t want to offend him. His mental landscape is a minefield. Better by far to stick to the physical instead of trying to mess with his mind. Try sucking him, like I told you.”

“I suppose you can’t sing and suck cock at the same time,” Namora grumbled.

“Well, I can’t,” Venus pointed out reasonably.

With a roll of her eyes, Namora took Hulk’s limp member into her mouth as best she could—even if she had to nearly unhinge her jaw to do it. She drooled immediately… the thing was like a ball-gag between her lips… and her pink tongue swirled ineffably on the mass of green flesh soaking in her attention.