Hulk: Family Feud (Patreon)

Skaar wrestled with the girl, nothing serious, just the rough-and-tumble play of an opponent he hadn’t taken the measure of yet. Bruce had said this Laura was the spawn of one of his greatest adversaries, Wolverine, and Skaar sensed she had fight in her. A cold fury, strategic and calculating, but with real anger to back it up. Still, all the anger in the world—and those shiny adamantium claws—couldn’t match his anger. Sakaar anger. Hulk anger.

But she was fast. Fast and small and light. They were fighting on a deserted mountain range, Skaar’s big body plowing aside the stone, while Laura’s claws staked and slashed and sparked to arrest her motion, allowing her to skate around the steep inclines with far more control than Skaar had, having to dig his fingers into the cliffside just to resist gravity.

The girl reminded him of a cat, compensating for her small stature with overwhelming ferocity—a con to make much larger predators believe that the simple expenditure of taking her out wasn’t worth the effort. She came right at him, knocking him against a boulder, then stabbing her claws between his thick fingers.

That effectively pinned his hands to the rock—if he tried to work himself free, he would slice open his own fingers, and though he would heal, it would hurt all the trillions of nerve endings in his sensitive fingers. Skaar wasn’t eager to do that, just for his father’s stupid training. He’d humored this slip of a girl enough by not punching her into the next state.

“Alright, you’ve got me,” Skaar said in his low voice. “What are you gonna do now? Hold me here until I die of boredom?”

Laura smiled at him. She had him trapped and helpless—or at least helpless enough to be interesting. He wouldn’t try to break free unless she really pissed him off. Which made her wonder what she could do without him stopping her.

The battle had scrapped up her clothing. Her leather pants were in tatters, little more than shorts now, almost all the oval of her left buttock exposed, while one strap of her bra top had broken, leaving the cup on that side dangling precariously down the slope of her breast. Laura reached out with her bare thigh, running it lightly against Skaar’s green leg.

“Your father’s using you. All you want is to kill the Hulk? That’s all he wants too. But there are other things to live for besides fighting and vendettas. I can show you.”

Skaar scoffed. “What is this? Are you crazy?”

“No. Not crazy. Just a little turned on. Let’s see what you are.”

Acrobatically bringing herself up over Skaar’s supine body, she planted her foot against his belly. There was no fat for it to penetrate into; it rode high on his bulging abs. She scraped her toes downward, catching the belt of Skaar’s loincloth. Her lowering foot tugged it down to his knees.

Laura wasn’t surprised to find Skaar not wearing anything underneath. His cock was pleasingly thick, hanging down around his knees. His balls looked like they could cum a gallon.

“What are you doing?” Skaar asked, sounding less indignant now, more… awed.

“Whatever you want me to do,” Laura answered.

With more of her supple flexibility, she bent herself double, her head scissored between her legs. Her knees bent and her thighs flexed. She moved her feet over her top, slipping out her toe-claws to finish the ragged cuts Skaar had started.

When she un-yoga’d herself, her top slipped off her entirely. Skaar stared at her proud breasts, then looked down her lean belly to her hips. Her pants rode low, damaged into patchwork covering. Staring through a hole along her pelvis, Skaar could see the densely furred thatch of her horny pussy.

“What’s… that…” Skaar asked slowly.

“It’s my hole,” Laura answered him, keeping things Hulk simple. “What do you think you have down there?”

Skaar’s green face turned a darker shade. “…rod…” he said reluctantly.

Laura could see that. His stiff cock was standing up obscenely, throbbing and jerking blatantly as it rose. Laura purred when it came up between her legs. She squeezed her thighs together on it and Skaar moaned, enjoying the first touch, the first pressure, the first sensitivity of his engorged manhood.

It was nice and big. Laura felt herself getting wet as it trembled between her taut thighs.

“You have a rod. I have a hole. What do you think goes where?”

Skaar just gaped at her, stunned by her boldness. Laura felt a little stunned herself, by herself. There was something obscenely thrilling about turning on someone so obviously inexperienced, but also so obviously ready to fuck. But it made sense. She had more experience than him. By choosing to seduce him, she gained the upper hand.

And if that huge dick ruined her half as good as she thought it would, she could heal from it.

Laura pulled one set of wrist claws out and sheathed them, moving that hand to his burgeoning erection instead. The portion of his shaft that protruded between their two bodies, not the portion between her legs, that she was practically sitting on like a see-saw. She stroked the base of his prick, rubbing it—giving Skaar too much to think about for him to do anything with his own freed hand.

“I know… what goes where…!” Skaar groaned, brow furrowed, clearly trying to maintain his anger when all he was feeling was pleasure.

“Probably seen animals rut. Or puny humans fucking. But that’s nothing like what we can do.” Laura wrapped her fingers around that big handful that wasn’t between her thighs and twisted her palm around its girth. “You’re really stiff, Skaar. Really big and stiff. And throbbing. You know that’s because you like looking at my bare skin, don’t you?”

“Made me… hard… before… other women…”

Laura grinned. “They’re nothing like what I can do either.”

Skaar lay against the cliff face, sprawled under the weight of her body, heat radiating off his flushed face, his cock pulsating wildly. Laura was confident in her horniness; she knew she had him.

Her creamy breasts jiggled when she unplugged her other wrist-claws to grope his cock with that hand too. This one she reached behind herself, to the fisted cockhead that extended past the backs of her thighs like a tail. Laura wrapped her fingers tightly around it and kneaded the flesh of his erection with all ten fingers.

“That feels good, doesn’t it?”

Taking her hands off his cock, Laura now staked her claws in the earth to either side of him, using the grip to gyrate her body back and forth. Her thighs grew taut around his erection, so that her undulations beat his huge dick up and down. Skaar gasped, watching Laura give him a thighjob, her lower body a blur against his crotch. His cockhead swelled, dripping milky precum onto the backs of Laura’s legs.

“I asked you a question, Skaar,” Laura husked.

“Yes! It does!” he panted out.

“Have you ever done this before, Skaar?”

He said nothing. Laura stopped, sliding down his body. She yanked his loincloth off his feet, leaving him naked. His huge green cock stood straight up, the tip smeared with oozing precum. Laura stroked it with both hands again, her breasts bounding as she whipped her fists up and down his incredible length.

“Unnggh! Laura! Nnnnh!”

“But you like doing it, don’t you?”

“Ye-yes, yeah, yes! I like it!”

“Then you want more? You want to fuck my pussy, Skaar?”

“Yes! Please!”

“But wouldn’t you like me to suck you off first? I promise you can fuck me after you give me a big taste of your cum. I just want to take the edge off—show you how good it feels to go off in my nice, warm mouth—so you can appreciate fucking my tight cunt even more.”

She slid her hands down a long way, all the way to the base of his cock, then Laura lowered her head and planted her warm lips on the tip of his prick. A soft, sucking kiss.

Skaar moaned, his enormous cock throbbing and spilling precum. Laura jacked him off slowly, licking at his engorged knob. She coated it with saliva as she lapped up his dripping precum. Gradually, her lips opened further, until they were wide enough, her jaw straining, to just barely take in Skaar’s massive endowment. At least the tip of it.

More, inch after inch, disappeared into Laura’s mouth, gratifying her need for hard cock as more and more slid into her gullet. Laura stopped when she had nearly half of his giant erection down her throat, her lips nearly bursting with his trembling hardness.

She gurgled on his penetration of her esophagus, then her cheeks caved in and she sucked. Wet smacks and slurps burbled up from deep in her throat while she worked at Skaar’s member, her tongue joining in to lasciviously snake around the underside of that small portion of his length in her mouth rather than down her throat or between their bodies.

Laura held his organ tightly, marveling at the thickness of it, the same thickness that was pressing against the slender confines of her throat at that moment. She jerked on Skaar’s shaft, pumping her fists from his hairy loins to her straining lips. Soon she was utterly immersed in the experience of pleasing his big cock. Her eyes shut, her nostrils flaring to breathe around the all-filling stiffness of his prick. She bobbed her head up and down, her breasts jiggling ripely, as Laura unabashedly fucked her own mouth on Skaar’s immense dick.

“Fratz… fratz… not bad, Laura…” Skaar looked down at the girl in an aroused trance, violently enthralled by the sight of the topless woman rutting her ovaled lips on his erection, though its girth and length were far too much for her to comfortably devour it the way she was doing. Nonetheless, she impaled her own gullet on his manhood, just to satisfy it. “Unnhhh! Fratz, keep sucking it! You’re really making this dick feel good! Gggggh! You’ve got your throat wrapped around this cock and it’s gonna come, gonna come right down your throat!”

Laura slurped on his huge cock—much more than a mouthful—harder and harder, her slurping and gurgling and gulping sounds of pleasure filling the air. She beat his manhood even harder, squeezing hard as she lashed her hand over his lengthy erection.

His cock got even harder, so hard it trembled violently against the roof of her mouth and the insides of her cheeks and on top of her tongue. Skaar was about to show her tonsils just how much of his cum she had earned. Laura drew in her cheeks and sucked his giant prick hard as she could, pounding and twisting her small fists up and down his shaft, fucking both hands and face on his endowment. She was choking herself on his manhood, wearing her hands down to numbness, but Laura didn’t care, so long as she got him to come.

“You want it? Here it is!” Skaar grunted. He grabbed her head and arched his hips up, not just filling her throat now, but utterly stuffing her with his cock, reaching for her belly with a bulge from her throat to between her breasts. “Ggggh! Suck my cock! Fratz! Take my big goddamn cock! Right down your throat! RRRHHHH!”

The mammoth erection thrummed with power, then spurted, throbbing and twitching away every huge explosion of cum that shot through its shaft. The head grew particularly large, bucking like a cannon as it jetted a river of semen into Laura’s clinging throat.

Laura gurgled and sputtered, desperately struggling to keep sucking him as he made her swallow all the semen she could possibly want. She held on tight to the enormous organ, jacking and sucking it even as she wrestled with gulping down the prodigious quantities of sperm he expected her to swallow.

His warm, delicious seed repeatedly spilled from his engorged cockhead, showering her throat with jism just when she’d thought she’d managed to clear her airway of the last helping of his ejaculate. Laura kept sucking and swallowing for over a minute, refusing to let Skaar’s cock out of her mouth until she’d completely drained his equally huge balls of their contents.

“Fratz,” Skaar moaned, sprawling back against the rock like it was the most comfortable pillow in the world, lost in an aroused trance while his huge manhood twitched stiffly between his legs, dripping cum and saliva. “Never knew my cock could feel like that… probably won’t ever feel that good again in this lifetime.”

“Yes, you will,” Laura promised him. “Because now my tight pussy is all yours.”