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The smell of nicotine, sweat and weed filled Banner’s nostrils as he stepped into the mansion. His ears had to adjust to the loud bass of the speakers and people screaming their lungs out to the music. The prideful avenger went deeper inside the house with confidence, ready to find his next target.
You see – Bruce had a reputation for sleeping around with other shapeshifters. It wasn’t a bad thing and he never denied it either. It was his lifestyle. Regular human sex just didn’t do it for him. He wasn’t satisfied with sleeping with the same people either – he needed variety.
The place was filled with monsters and monster-like creatures dressed in sexy clothing, dancing to white girl music. Bruce was scanning the dance floor in search of a fitting sex buddy to put their humungous cock inside of him. Sue him – he was a size queen.
In the distance he saw two shapeshifting bartenders who gave a VIP alcohol service for creatures with fast metabolisms. They called it alcoholboarding. Only members with elite memberships could access this exclusive ritual. He was in fact a regular. The bartenders knew him so well, they already prepared thousands of gallons of vodka when they saw him come inside.
After a long and hard day this was his only escape (aside from hardcore sex). As he was approaching, every step was one closer to relieving his stress. He felt a glare coming from the other side of the room. It was his blood nemesis. The dwarf-sized purple crystal-gem called Amethyst was the only one who could compare to his body count. They’ve been competing against each other since high school and the gem was currently two bodies ahead of him – that fucking bitch.
The alcoholboarding station was almost empty – it was so exclusive. Banner loved feeling like a CEO at a high class business party. This was his favourite way to spend money, he was an alcoholic after all – but just low-key. As he laid in the bathtub the men in full-latex and rolexes on their muscular arms prepared the vodka and placed a luxury brand towel over his face. Bruce could feel his muscles relaxing as he felt the first pour of liquid onto his covered mouth. He opened it wide, of course.
The familiar sensation left him defenseless and vulnerable – just how he liked it. Vodka was coming into his nose, letting him experience half-drowning once again. While the muscular men kept pouring alcohol on him, his mind was elsewhere. He thought about all the dicks and tentacles that have visited his anal walls. He loved being a bop. One downside of it was loneliness – he hated that shit.
He got ready to stand up, completely wasted and headed towards the dance floor. While approaching he felt a solid figure bump into him, too hard for it to be an accident. Coincidentally it was her. Bitchass hoe.
Bruce didn't want to care but every time he got drunk, he also got more sensitive. Amethyst on the other hand was neurotic towards him. Banner knew what was coming. The only problem was that in his human form he was weak, he couldn’t compare to the strength of a powered up crystal gem. He needed to do something about it.
Amethyst cracked her knuckles in preparation, Bruce wanted to try transforming into his stronger form, but that definitely wasn't possible since he wasn't in the right mind to do it. However there was another trigger for his green form – being turned on. Amethyst enhanced her height to look at him face to face. She grabbed him by the collar, staring straight into his eyes with a dangerous expression. Bruce was helpless. He tried thinking about huge cocks to awaken his penis but without success. He was fucked. Well, not literally.
His opponent was about to land the deadly first punch, causing Bruce to try and dodge.
“IT’S HERO TIME!” Someone in the mansion loudly screamed. Banner thought it was just another person roleplaying freaky shit, but no. “HUMONGOUSAUR!” A very big dinosaur-looking creature came to his rescue. The alien was the sexiest living thing Bruce had seen all night. He was so mesmerised by the sculpted body that he didn’t notice Amethyst’s enlarged fist coming straight at his jaw. The moment it was about to knock him out, the sexy beast blocked it effortlessly and pushed Bruce away, making him fall on his loose ass.
The brawl between the gem and new guy was frantic, there was a whole audience of shapeshifters watching them as if this was avengers endgame. Amethyst was not the only purple-colored enemy Bruce had. Seeing her fight reminded him of his troubled past. He’s always hated gems. Watching Humungousaur fight gave him sexual thoughts causing him to get horny – this was his moment to shine. Blood pressure rose in his body as he slowly became taller, bigger, greener. Now it was 2 against 1 but Amethyst was putting up more of a fight than they thought – she was clocking their tea.
The fight was interestingly intense. They had turned the place upside down, when they finally knocked Amethyst unconscious. After doing so, Humongousaur swiftly grabbed Hulk and carried him out. At this moment he felt like a lovesick bride.
Rocky orange arms held Hulk close, not faltering once, as he carried the green man to the shed behind the mansion. It was his favorite secluded place in the libation residence. He put Hulk down, so he was sitting on the wooden table in the shed. The broccoli-colored man was extremely turned on, which Humongousaur could clearly see, judging by the huge tent in his tight shorts. His green cheeks were getting a bit brown due to the red tint of blush and color theory.
The black hair on Hulk's head was already sweaty – he didn't know if it was because of the fight or.. something else. All he knew was that he needed the giant dino-cock in him. Right. That. Second.
Luckily, the shed was specifically built for shapeshifters with thoughtfulness – the ceiling was high enough to fit Humongousaur. The orange giant got close to Hulk's face, so that the other man could feel his breath against his skin. Banner's eyes analyzed the other's face, waiting for him to make a move. His mouth was slightly agape, mesmerized by Humongousaur’s dominating aura.
He didn't know what exactly he expected – but certainly not this. He didn't kiss him, didn't lick him, he didn't even bite him. He fucking slapped his face.
Hulk's mouth went wider, shocked by the other creature's behavior. The worst thing was – he liked it. His green dick leaked a bit into his shorts, leaving a visible wet patch. It didn't go unnoticed by Humongousaur. The shapeshifter chuckled, ripping off his underwear using his giant teeth and revealing his enormous veiny penis. It was tough as a rock, matching perfectly with Humongousaur’s texture . They were meant for each other.
He went directly for Hulk's genitals, swiftly licking up the wetness of the precum and sweat off his green dick. It didn’t taste the best but Humongousaur loved pleasing his sexual partners, so he acted like it was delicious. The humidity was rising and the tension thickened. Hulk put his hand on the dinosaur’s head, pushing him down.
“Take it deeper, you nasty slut.” He growled, which only amplified the sucker’s arousal. Humongousaur was kneeling on the floor of the shed at that point, taking Hulk’s dick deeper and deeper down his throat. His monumental orange, stone-like penis hardened even more, it was like obsidian. He couldn’t wait to put it inside the plump green ass.
And it seemed like the plump green ass’s owner couldn’t wait for that either because Hulk pushed Humongousaur off his penis and aggressively pushed him down on the floor.
“Punish me, daddy! A-ah!”
The moan let out by Humongousaur was one of the hottest things Hulk’s ears have ever experienced. Hulk jumped off the table and walked up to the orange creature, standing right above him with feet on both sides of the dinosaur’s chest. He looked down at him with dominant aura. Face to face sex was groundbreaking and revolutionary for the both of them. They’ve never felt attracted enough to their sexual partners to have experienced this. This time was different. Humongousaur’s eyes rolled to the back of his head as soon as he realized what Hulk was about to do.
The green giant started teasingly crouching down, aiming his asshole right at the orange cock, but stopping about one centimeter above it.
“Beg, whore.” He said to the orange dinosaur.
In response, he did as he asked. “P-please put it in!” He begged.
Hulk, being impatient himself, accepted Humongousaur’s begging and lowered himself onto the other’s dick. They both groaned when he finally entered his green ass. He began moving up and down repeatedly, relieving his desire to be brutally fucked by a monster cock. They both enjoyed every second of this almost never passing Nirvana-like feeling. Even though this process was stimulating, it was not very satisfactory for them. They needed something more violent.
That’s why while riding Humongousaur, Hulk decided to take one of his hands from the floor and put it on the orange creature’s throat, choking him sexily. He tightened his grip, restricting the monster’s oxygen intake. He let out various sexy noises. The suffocation led to slight brain damage, and the rapid twitching of his solid manhood.
Orange brain cells struggled to stay awake as Humongousaur’s neck continued to be squished. Hulk went up and down the rocky cock with lightspeed, chasing his climax. He groaned loudly causing the thin wood of the shed walls to shake.
White spurts flew out of the veiny green penis right onto the orange rocks of Humongousaur’s chest. Hulk felt like a hero watering a desert. The dino felt like he'd found his long lost oasis. The avenger had never felt so complete and so full before. After he came the hardest he had in his life, he fell onto his partner’s chest from exhaustion, also releasing the orange neck from his grasp. As the air filled the orange giant’s empty lungs, he reached orgasm as well, shooting his sandy cum into the green man, filling him up like a sandbox.
Humongousaur’s brain slowly came back to life, almost choking on the oxygen that was finally allowed to enter his body. He had never expected to feel so fulfilled after someone almost committed slaughter on him. Even though it was impossible, he felt his stoney skin soften with the love he felt for the smaller man. Just for a moment. A moment before a disaster.
Through all of this lust, he forgot one thing. Perhaps the most important one.
He thought it was his heartbeat at first because it’s his first time in love. But no. It was the fucking timer. It was running out.
He’d made a humongous mistake.
The red light was already blinking and he knew he wouldn’t have been able to escape. And his dick was still in Hulk, that was also an issue. A delight, yes. But an issue nonetheless.
He closed his eyes and prepared to be crushed by the hottest man alive. He felt his limbs change, he felt himself turn smaller. He took a deep breath.
And it never came.
He opened his eyes once he realized he wasn’t going to die in a random shed at a BDSM party. He was back to Ben. And it seemed like the naked man on his chest was back to his human form as well. Thank. Fucking. God.
The man on his chest was sleeping cutely, cuddled up to Ben’s smaller frame. He looked older than him, but he’d always been into DILFs. For now, he let himself enjoy the man’s presence and closed his eyes as well, falling asleep on the gross wooden floor.