The tide is turning

Nat's question had been simple and clear.

The Cavetoad's answer was just as explicit: he grabbed Black Widow's full, large breasts with both hands. His frog fingers pressed against the leather of her superhero outfit, kneading the tantalising boobs through the skin-tight material with relish. Sure, he saw the Widow Gauntlet aimed at his cock, but lust raged inside him and he could do no other.

Nat gasped out. She felt the strong fingers exploring her breasts in primitive greed. The Black Widow had anticipated the movement and would have been quick enough to stop the cavetoad. She could have batted his hands away or fired a shot from her Widow Gauntlet, but she hadn't. Why? She groaned again. The green hands greedily worked her magnificent, enormous boobs as the cock beneath her reared up in pleasure and pressed against her crotch.

The cavetoad was surprised. His mind had expected his grabbing to be punished with repeated electric shocks. That this reaction failed to occur encouraged him even more. His fingers wandered to the wide cleavage that presented so much of those glorious orbs, paused for a moment and finally slid under the skin-tight leather. Immediately he gripped harder than ever, growling with excitement as he finally kneaded the tits, that were so provocatively presented.

The Black Widow moaned lustfully. Why was she allowing this to happen? Why did she allow this abominable creature to get horny on her breasts? Why didn't she just break the cavetoad's disgusting green fingers? It took her a moment to realise that she had unzipped her catsuit even further and was sliding her crotch back and forth over the rock-hard cock. What the hell was wrong with her?

The Cavetoad's eyes widened as the red-haired female unzipped her clothes even further. With a yank, he pushed the skin-tight leather all the way to the side, revealing the master spy's bulging globes. Like two perfect spheres, they stood out from her petite body, mocking gravity. The creature could hardly get enough, stared at the breasts and reached out again. Driven by a greed bordering on frenzy, the cavetoad emitted grunting sounds of arousal. His tongue shot out of his mouth and curled several times around Nat's right breast.

Slowly, the five remaining Cavetoads, still cowering in the safety of their hiding places, lost their fear and ventured a little closer to the openings of the grating shafts again. They watched the primitive spectacle with wide eyes, but did not dare to come out of hiding. As much as they desired this red-haired female with her incredibly arousing body, caution still ruled, but all their dicks had already stiffened.

Nat rolled her eyes to the ceiling. Her mind was concentrating with all its might on her mission, trying to awaken her ice-cold professionalism. Nat did not understand why this was happening. Yes, she had a weakness for monsters and monster cocks. She was always aware of that, but usually she did not allow her lust to take over until her mission was accomplished. It was she who exploited men's lust and manipulated them with her body. Only rarely had she succumbed to lust as she did now, and in all previous events there had always been an aphrodisiac, a spell or a comparable influence. Nat suddenly regained some clarity when she realised that the cavetoad was manipulating her somehow. Perhaps with a **** or pheromones? This cognition restored her strength and mental discipline, just in time to realise what the Cavetoad planned to do next.