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Astonishing	By : caramelcaptain Category: X-men Comics > Het - Male/Female Views: 7251 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Astonishing
- 1
“Sorry I didn’t die taking the hit for you, Professor.”
A low growl rumbled from Hank’s diaphragm as he glared at the S.W.O.R.D agent. Hank prided himself on being an excellent judge of character, and it was a blemish on his professional pride that he just couldn’t figure Brand out. They had been at each other’s throats ever since the mission had first begun. For Hank, it was instinct to launch a few verbal barbs in the midst of the action, aimed at friend and foe alike, he had to admit, he did inject added venom to his words when dealing with Brand. Which made her taking that shot for him all the more confusing. And frustrating.
“My friends- my world- at stake, and you’re still hiding something.”
“It ain’t relevant.”
Hank towered over her slim form, dwarfing her entirely. She regarded him with casual indifference, still adjusting the bandages around her mid riff. Hank’s eyes drifted downwards for a moment, glimpsing her toned, bare stomach. He growled, eyes darting back up once more. A moment of weakness he hoped she hadn’t noticed.
“I’ll decide that.”
He had had enough of her secrets, had enough of her putting his team- his friends – in danger, for the so-called greater good. Hank and the X-Men had been through Hell so many times that they might as well have forwarded their mail there, but that didn’t make it any less harrowing each time their lives were put on the line. Each one of them had been forced to fight for their lives and now one of his closest friends, Kitty, was in mortal danger. As such, Hank was understandably testy, and at this point, he was using his status, his God given predatorial nature to get the answers he wanted. He was the Beast, after all.
“It’s personal”, she stated, matter of fact. Her face was cold, but there was a glint in her eye, one that Hank couldn’t quite identify. Another secret, another mystery. It was the last straw.
He leaned down until his face was inches from hers, making sure that she could feel his hot breath on her face. One shaggy hand rested on her shoulder.
“And here I am in your personal space. So go ahead and open up.” There was a hard, almost menacing edge to Hank’s voice. Brand’s reply came swiftly.
“I am so hot for you right now I could frikkin’ pass out.”
Beast blinked, not quite sure he had just heard what he thought he had heard. His eyes narrowed, glaring at Brand, trying to pierce that unyielding mask. Had she been joking? It had to be a joke. She had stated it so flatly, like it was a fact. It had to be a joke. But the way she was looking at him...that glint in her eye.
Silence. For once, Hank was unsure of what to say.
Perhaps it was his imagination, but for a moment, he thought he saw a smile play across her lips. She shrugged off his hand and rolled down her shirt wordlessly, before sliding off the bench. She walked away from Hank, who was still frozen on the spot, calling out once behind her.
“Told you it was personal.”
Her words snapped Hank from his reverie and he turned, catching her arm before she could reach the door. He wasn’t done with her yet.
“I don’t know who you think you-“
Any words he had left to say were rammed back down his throat by her tongue. Hank’s eyes widened, as her lips fastened over his...well, he hadn’t really been in possession of a real pair of lip’s in a while, but she certainly didn’t seem to mind. For a moment, pure, animal instinct took over and his own tongue wrestled with the intruder while one arm encircled her waist, bringing the woman’s lithe frame close to press against his own hulking form. Brand pulled away and drew her head back, allowing Hank to see the sultry smirk tugging at the corners of her lips.
“That was...interesting,” she breathed, her eyes still glinting in the fluorescent light. She licked her lips, sending a shiver down Hank’s spine, despite the heat slowly building up inside him.
If being a blue furred ape hadn’t done enough to ruin Hank’s chances with women, his further evolution into a giant cat certainly hadn’t helped matters. And here was a woman, inexplicably attracted to him. An infuriating, cold, calculating woman. A brave, strong, fierce, beautiful woman. Very beautiful.
He growled again, but this time it wasn’t out of anger. Frustration, maybe. Frustration at what this wicked woman was doing to him, how she was making him feel. Hank had always toed the line between savagery and his finer, more refined nature. This woman was undermining that control, hammering at his carefully placed walls. Right now, all he wanted to do was to throw her to the ground, tear her clothes off and fuck her senseless. That was the animal, the beast talking. The man was telling him to walk away, to focus on the mission.
But the man did make an interesting point that it would be a few hours before the bullet would reach Earth. Fleeting moments before the world as they knew it could end. If that was the truth, how would Hank spend those moments?
“Hank...”
Once again, her voice snapped him out of his thoughts. His eyes refocused on her, and he was surprised by what he saw. Her face, normally near statue-like in its coldness, had softened to the point that she was nearly unrecognisable. There was a small frown on her lips. He noted that her hands were resting lightly on his shoulders.
“Hank? Look, we’re both under a lot of stress what with...the world about to end.”
She paused, biting her lip. An utterly adorable expression, much to Hank’s chagrin.
“We could blow off some steam before the big bang, we’ve got time. I can understand if you’re not-“
He was crushing her against the wall in an instant, all over her in every sense of the word. Their mouths were joined once more, tongues dancing as Hank’s fingers dug into the firm flesh of her ass. He didn’t just stop at her mouth, his tongue roamed over the soft skin of her neck, lapping at it like it was milk. He heard her moan, soft and hushed, a sound of relief. Every second from their first meeting had been building up to this.
“Hank...” she breathed. But Hank wasn’t here, it was Beast. She had made sure to erode his control over his baser urges, and he was past the point of no return.
With a primal snarl, he threw her roughly to the ground. She landed on all fours and stayed there, ass raised like a bitch in heat. Her green locks flew over her shoulder as she looked back at him, teeth bared and eyes enflamed with lust.
“Is that all you’ve got, Tabby?”
Beast snarled in response and pounced on her, claws tearing away her belt as if it were made of string. Her impossibly tight pants came away next, shredded with ease, leaving her ass bare before him. He grunted in approval, even in his animalistic haze, taking the time to admire the musculature of her rear. His eyes drifted down to take in her glistening slit. He wanted to do a Hell of a lot more than look.
In less than a second, Beast’s pants were discarded on the floor, along with Brand’s jaw. She stared, wide eyed at the blue furred appendage protruding from Beast’s waist. The rod was gargantuan, and it sent a bolt of fear- and excitement- up Brand’s spine. She had never seen- let alone taken- anything as big as that monstrosity. But she had gotten herself into this delicious mess. There was no turning back now; that much was evident from the fire in Beast’s eyes.
He was on all fours behind her, the bulbous blue head of his member positioned at her entrance. She stared at him, taking in the sight of the powerful creature, poised behind her, ready to strike. She was quivering in anticipation.
“Do it,” she hissed. “Do it now.”
Beast growled, and without further adue, speared his entire length into her in one savage thrust.
Brand screamed.
There was pain- a lot of pain- she was stretched to absolute capacity, fill almost to the point of bursting. It felt like she was about to explode. But that pain was drowned out by an all consuming pleasure, a burning heat that erased all coherent thought, all desire focused on that iron rod inside her.
The pair remained still as Beast allowed the woman to adjust to his length. Her eyes were closed and she trembled beneath him, the only sounds in the cabin being her heavy breathing. It was the calm before the storm.
Beast began to pull out slowly, inch by agonizing inch. Brand’s fingers clenched into fists, it felt like she was being turned inside out. She let out a sigh as he stopped with only his head still inside her. Then for the first time since their kiss, he spoke.
“Mine.”
And then it began. The mutant began to thrust, slowly at first, but picking up speed with each second. Brand bowed her head, taking him in, moaning softly to herself with each thrust. Each time, he hit her deeper and deeper, sending bolts of pleasure racing through her body.
There was little tenderness in his movement; he was fucking Abigail Brand, the woman who had almost gotten him and his entire team slaughtered. There was no mercy, no quarter given. His hips slapped against her ass and lewd ripples reverberated through her luscious flesh. Brand could do little more than gasp audibly with each powerful thrust as his cock battered her steaming depths.
Rough hands began mauling her breasts beneath her shirt, throwing another spark into the rapidly building inferno. Beast grunted in annoyance as the cloth impeded his progress and with an effortless swipe, her shirt was torn aside, fluttering to the ground as little more than tattered shreds of black.
Beast was now free to maul her dangling mammaries to his heart’s content. But that still wasn’t enough. He slipped one hand from her breast down lower over her abdomen and into the groove between her legs, and over the swollen mound of her clitoris. He attacked her pussy vigorously with his fingers in time with the rhythm of his cock.
"Ohhhhh God- Gooood," Brand moaned as she met him thrust for thrust, grinding her sweet and supple ass back against him in an erotic collision of flesh and pelvic bone. Brand had never fucked anyone like Hank before, and not just in terms of size. The fur on his member caused a delicious friction unlike anything Brand had ever felt each time he thrust into her. Her legs were beginning to tremble and he knew she would not last long.
She whipped her head back to glare at Hank, a mischievous grin plastered across her sweat streaked face.
“Come on, Tabby. Is that...is that all you’ve...oh...oh GOD,”
Her words descended into a garbled moan as he launched a particularly powerful depth charge that sank his entire length into her canal. Beast’s mouth curled into a savage grin as Brand bowed her head forward, still moaning incoherently.
“What’s the matter, Brand? Cat got your tongue?”
Beast kicked things up a notch, hammering away at his prey with a renewed ferocity, his hips rocketing back and forth as he buried his thick throbbing shaft over and over again in her incredibly tight little slit. The woman's ass rippled as he slammed into her, her body bouncing off his waist like a yo-yo.
"Unnhhhh . . ." she wailed as he slammed into her, shredding her pussy. Her legs began to tremble violently as she moaned and quaked and writhed. "Unnhhhh . . . oh my goaaaunnhhh . . . unhh . . . aahhh . . ."She was moaning nonstop, absolutely dripping in sweat now.
Her keening began to climb higher and higher in pitch until she whipped her hair back, letting out an unrestrained, hoarse howl at the ceiling.
“Oh...OH GOD! Hank...Hank, I’m..there....I- I- OH GOD, I’M CUMMING!”
Beast ceased his manic thrusting for a brief moment, watching in awe as Brand writhed before him, admiring the way the muscles in her ass and back contorted as her spine arched to an impossible angle.
Brand wailed at the top of her lungs as her sex exploded, quaking violently around the invasive cock at the crest of her climax. Her entire body was rigid as the pleasure burned through her. It was utterly exhausting. She was arching up, cat-like as her arms pushed up against the floor, holding her up.
She didn’t know how long the intense pleasure lasted for, but by the time it had abated, her arms were trembling uncontrollably. She nearly collapsed, but Beast was ready, grabbing her and holding her steady, upright, and in place.
“I’m not finished with you yet,” he snarled. The words sent a chill racing through Brand’s entire, over stimulated body.
With that, Beast kicked into overdrive. The sight of his climax had driven him into frenzy, he wanted her, he wanted all of her. With her arms too weak to hold herself up, Beast grabbed the limbs and pulled them back, using them to pull her back into him as his maddened thrusting recommenced.
She squealed as he did so, drowning out the lewd slapping of her flesh against his blue furred crotch, already matted with her juices.
Beast continued to brutalize her with his cock, ripping into her pussy with reckless abandon. He was utterly gone and Brand suspected that if she hadn’t been gifted with certain abilities herself, she would have been suffering from more than a few broken bones. Nevertheless, she knew that she would be feeling sore in the morning. A particularly fierce thrust erased all these thoughts from her mind and she began to babble incoherently from mingled pleasure and pain.

"Oh my god ohmygod," she screamed, her body trembling violently as she moaned and quaked and writhed. "oh god ohmyoh myfucking oh godohfuck me fuck me fuckfuck fuckmefuckmefuckme!"
Beast was more than happy to oblige. He snarled and pulled hard on her arms, forcing her upper body up so that her back was pressed against his chiselled chest. He released her arms and they drooped to her sides as one of Beast’s own tree-trunk like limbs encircled her waist, keeping her up right, while his other hand was free to fondle her jiggling breast. During this process, he never stopped thrusting.
He used his firm grip on her waist to bounce the S.W.O.R.D agent up and down on his lap, thrusting hard each time she came down. A high pitched, rending scream tore from Brand’s throat each time his cock plunged into her depths. Her hair was strewn across her face, flying about wildly as she bounced. She had underestimated the mutant, it seemed. Her hands clenched and unclenched as she gasped for breath, with Beast showing no signs of letting up. She could feel the pressure reaching bursting point inside her.
Beast roared, thrusting up into her with more force than she thought possible. She exploded.
Brand tried to scream but no words came out. Her back arched lewdly and her arms latched into Beast’s thighs, suddenly alight in a near blinding glow. The smell of burning flesh filled the room, but Beast only snarled, as if the pain was doing nothing more than egg him on.
Orgasmic convulsions pummelled her body, but Beast did not let her off the hook; his hands wrapped around her waist and slid up her toned stomach, higher and higher until her doughy, quivering breasts filled his palms. He jiggled the mounds of hanging flesh vigorously before retreating, his fingers finding a new burial ground in her soaking wet snatch.
“FUUUUUUCK!’ she bellowed, struggling in his grasps as his thrusting prolonged her climax far beyond what she had thought possible.
He released her waist and with no strength left in her quivering body, she sank forward, still connected to Beast at the waist. Her cheek hit the floor with a thud, her arms in no condition to support her upper body. Her ass remained propped up as Beast continued thrusting away, never letting her off that peak. It was too much.
“HANK!” she moaned. “AHHH! PLEASE! YOU- AHHHH”
Her words only spurred Beast onwards. His maw opened to unleash a roar that shook the very walls. He was nearing the end of his rope and he wanted to go out with a bang. With a firm grip on Brand’s sweat soaked ass, Beast completely let himself go.
He began to spear into her with total abandon. Using his grip on her ass for support, Beast focused all his energy and unleashed his last, most desperately ferocious assault upon her juice-oozing slit. The sound of his hips smacking against her ass was only drowned out by her screams. She was shuddering uncontrollably, as if being electrocuted as he tore her apart. Beast jack hammered into her at breakneck speed, no rhythm, just pure, animal thrusting. Brand’s eyes rolled back into her head, tears leaking from the corners of her eyes. If he didn’t let up soon, she was going to break, she was going to die.
Juices squirted from her pussy with each thrust, soaking the blue mutant’s midsection and Brand let out one last ear piercing scream, her entire body going rigid. The combination of the gorgeous agent creaming all over his cock and the vice-like grip of her warm pink walls sent Beast plummeting off the edge into the void of sweet release. The whole of his body tensed and all his attention and energy focused suddenly and directly on his loins.
Beast bellowed as load after heavy load of hot white sperm spewed into the woman's hungry, shuddering womb. The thick cum splashed against her ribbed inner chambers, tickling her from the inside out, stuffing her full of his spunk.
His thrusts slackened, but kept his cock embedded deep within his mate to ensure that her pussy swallowed every ounce of his seed. Brand was murmuring to herself under her breath, blubbering like a child. Finally, Beast slipped his softening cock from her pussy.

With no support, Brand’s lower half slumped to the floor. Panting hard, Beast sat back, struggling to regain his senses. Brand was an absolute mess, blubbering and incoherent, her breathing ragged, sweaty skin, and an exhausted looking face. Her hair was a matted jumble, her eyes closed, her limbs still twitching. A thick stream of ooze was dribbling from her ravaged pussy.
The sight of the ruined girl had a calming effect on Hank’s overstimulated mind and his breathing slowed. He closed his eyes, waiting for his pounding heart to return to normal. The red haze of lust was at long last beginning to dissipate.
When he reopened his eyes, Brand was still sprawled before him, trembling and making soft, whimpering sounds. Hank gulped. Perhaps he had over done it.
He crawled up beside her, scooping up her limp form, propping her up in a seated position. She slumped, almost melting to the floor again, but he kept her cradled in his arms, holding her frail form close to his. Her head rested on his shoulder, her eyes closed. Hank could feel her still shaking in his arms.
“Brand?” he said, surprising himself with the genuine concern in his voice. He brushed a stray strand of green from her face. She looked peaceful, though exhausted, a stark contrast with her usual cold mask.
After what seemed like an eternity of silence, she spoke, her voice little more than a hoarse whisper.
“Call me Abigail,” she murmured, her eyes fluttering open. In spite of himself, Beast couldn’t help but smile.
“That was...interesting,” He said, grinning mischeviously.
A faint smile played across Brand’s face.
“Yeah. We should do it again some time.”
A voice crackled over the intercom.
“Thirty minutes til drop, people.”
Hank looked down at the woman in his arms, frowning.
“You up for it?”
Brand’s eyes widened.
“You’re kidding? Again? I don’t even think I can stand- I”
Hank pressed a finger to her lips, shaking his head.
“I mean the mission.”
Brand sank back into his arms and breathed a sigh of relief. She closed her eyes once more, curling into a tight ball as she rested her cheek on his chest.
“Yeah,” she murmured. “Just give me a minute.”
Beast said nothing, content with just holding her for the time being. His chest rumbled as she breathed against him.
“Did you just purr?”
“This is a nice moment. Don't ruin it."
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