Hulk-eye is put to stud

Clint's tongue hung low from his mouth as he pushed his cockhead forward, drooling like a dog to the luxuriating feel of the Gamma-strengthened cuntlips tightening around him. The She-Hulk brood was laying on her belly, with her thighs spread open across Clint's stomach and her ankles gripped by his beefy hands as Clint surged his hips forward, with the girl's cunt squeezing his prick as he plunged deep inside her. She threw her head back, crying out in primal passion and fluttering her wings so rapidly they built a gust that blew away the sweat building on Clint's heavy brow. Deep within the burrows of Clint's thick skull, he was relishing in his present act. He had loved Janet for a time, and would have loved to have mated her in their new forms. But Janet wasn't blue, so Clint had to settle with her granddaughter.

It had nearly two weeks since Clint and the others had arrived on what was planned to be a no-stress rescue mission. By today, Clint would have been getting ready to attend a Luke Bryan concert in Madison Square, but such plans and even his old life were like a half-forgotten dream to the archer-turned-brute. He had become as interchangeable as any of the goliaths that roamed the island. He was even smaller than Shulk's senior-most sons in the tribe. But Clint had no concerns, save for the next time he could chow down or release his seed.

For the first time in their tribe's brief month-long existence, a decree was made by Queen Shulk regarding breeding. It was not a demanding one: "You not Blue, fuck a Blue. If you Blue, get fucked!" She roared this rule while she and Blue Shulk were being rutted, and it echoed out and caught the ears of all like a loudspeaker that rang out across the island. The Blue Hulks were still a small portion of the tribe, only being Blue Shulk and her two litters, but both litters had grown to maturity over the past few days, and an orgy was quick to fall out, opposing colors and genders flocking to their opposites. Clint watched in rapt glee while one of Blue Shulk's daughters rode him while Jan was fucked face-first into the ground by the former Ms. Marvel's son. That orgy was nearly a week ago. The Hulks bred during that day had since grown to adulthood, thereby increasing the amount of options tenfold, which Clint was now partaking in.

Like all the Wasp-Hulks, this one was tall and powerful. She would have stood several heads above her mother in her original form. Yet the way she squirmed and howled as Clint's massive cock reached deep into her cunt, over and over again, he was vaguely reminded of the few times he was able to make love to Jan when they were both human, her seeming so fragile, yet at the same time trusting herself back, demanding more rough treatment. But such a memory was drowned out by the flashes of pleasure that now dominated Clint's life. The vague memento of tender lovemaking was thrown into the volatile mix of the Blue Wasp clenching the muscles of her pussy as Clint's throbbing cock surged through her, or the sensation of his balls tightening as he neared his release with every thrust, or how the clapping of his hips against her thighs rocked the slab of boulder she was layed out on.

Clint bellowed as he came, his radioactive cum coursing through the Wasp's pussy. He did not tire, nor was he drained. And he needed not to, for the Queen's decree required not only for Blue Hulks to match the tribe, but to exceed it. Enough Hulks blessed with flight so that every tribesman can be carried off the island that they all called home, even those like Clint who were not born there. Suddenly, as Clint pulled out, trailing a slimy line of cum from the Blue Wasp's cunt, left twitching on the slab, his imagination began to act up again. He fantasized about a giant cylindrical stadium, one filled with hulk broodqueens for him to service for all time...