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The heady scent that led the Wolverine into the forest now dominated his senses. As he licked and nuzzled the decadently displaced sex before him, tingles of electricity sparked from the female's splayed legs and zapped his flexing maw. The jolts were enough to provoke slight winces and irritation in Wolverine, a brute amongst brutes, but as the zaps grew sharper, the feminine cream only gushed more and more preciptiously, allowing him to work through them.
He pushed her deep blue thighs as wide as they could go and ran his tongue flat against the mound of her cunt. He snagged his claws into the earth as he huffed and quaked, eager to finally mount the female, but greedy in lapping up all the sweet juices overflowing from the female. To the Wolverine, he was merely satisfying a gluttonous appetite, but to the She-Hulk whose pussy the beast was devouring, even greater pleasures were being felt.
"気持ちいい!" she wailed. "とても気持ちいいですよ!"
Through her mind was as foggy as the rest of her kin, Surge had a faint recollection of her old life. She recalled being small and slender, weilding a great power but barely having any grasp of it. She recalled roaming vast distances, being plagued with feelings of fear, anger, and despair. These thoughts were, at best, minor nuisances that flickered around the edge of her consciousness. The breath on her groin, the tongue on her sex, the fur on her thighs. That was all that mattered to Surge. Everything else was just noise.
"君が欲しいよ、狼, she gasped. "いれてほしい!""
Surge felt such pride and assurance in her body that she felt not a shred of fear as Wolverine lifted his head up from her legs and chambered over her, only exhilaration. Her abdominals flexed and rippled as she felt the thick slab of his cock slap onto her belly. Her biceps bulged as she wrapped her arms around his back and ran her clawed hands through his dense pelt of fur. Even without her electricity, Surge could have easily overpowered the Wolverine, but instead goaded him on, riled him up even further. Her whole body trembled in relish of the control of her submission, knowing full well the reward it would bring.
Now face to face, Surge opened her lips to savor a heated kiss, but even with the Wolverine's lupine muzzle, he was in far too much of a frenzy to even try. Instead, he ran his drooling tongue all over her face, only occasionally dipping into her open mouth and tangling with Surge's tongue. Surge's hips twitched as she reached down between their bodies and took hold of the Wolverine's cock. She pumped her curled fist up and down its length, and the beast responded by throwing his head back, growling and thrusting into Surge's stomach.
His cock only seemed to swell even bigger in Surge's grip. The Wolverine himself seized up as Surge continued jacking him off, growling through clenched teeth. Surge trilled in delight for being able to bring the beast to heel. She spiked her ass up off the ground and rubbed the tip of his prick against her clit, sending one big sting of electricity that made him yip, before finally bringing him to the throbbing lips of her pussy.
Surge's mouth fell open, but no cries came out. Even her breath became stuck in her throat. She felt her juices spill out of her cunt and down to her ass as he filled her sex. The air around them grew arid as Surge's sparks grew wilder. Like a lightning strike in reverse, great currents of electricity rippled around the mated pair before funneling up to the sky above them. The Wolverine had entered Surge slowly, but by the moment his balls tickled the cleft of her ass, he had lost any and all restraint.
The embedded his claws into the ground above Surge's head, putting his full weight onto his knuckles as he rammed her pussy vigorously. With every brutal stroke, another bolt of electricity hurled up into the air, and Surge finally found her voice as she shrieked and dug her fingers into the Wolverine's back.
"はい！はい!" She wailed. "は私をノックアップして, 狼!"
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With little more than a whoosh through the trees and a rustle through the branches, Shadowcat sped through the forested section of the land, rapidly closing the distance between her and the grunts and shrieks her ears had picked up on from miles away. She skidded to a halt and kept low to the ground once she could make out a voice.
"ああ! おぉぉぉーーっっ！!"
Shadowcat kept her head down and swished her tail in apprehension. She couldn't discern whether it was a cry of ecstacy or alarm, but continued her advancement once it was clear the rutting didn't cease nor slow down. Shadowcat darted from tree to tree, all while the the growls, smacks, and shrieks that had first caught her attention not only grew clearer, but could be felt. The earth shuddered under Shadowcat's feet, and leaves shook out from their branches overhead. Not only that, but there was a current in the air that made her fur stand on end.
Peaking ahead into the clearing, Shadowcat saw him. Wolverine, the brute among brutes. Shadowcat's prized mate. Hunched over, his broad shoulders flexed underneath a thick pelt of jade fur as he drove himself into a She-Hulk beneath him.
She was not green, like most of the rest of their kin, but every bit as brawny and curvaceous. Her deep cerulean skin shuddered and flexed and her full breasts jiggled with every bound the Wolverine struck into her. The ground crumpled to dust as she writhed underneath him. Her hair, a lighter blue contrasted with the rest of her, was long and thick, but even from Shadowcat's distance it wasn't enough to obscure her contorted face, exhibiting at both times exertion and utter bliss.
The same could not quite be made for the Wolverine. To most others, they would likely just see another stud sowing his seeds. Maybe with slightly more scrutiny, they would think with how his tongue lolled out from his fanged maw and the intensity in which he slammed himself into the She-Hulk looked more like a beast devouring its prey. Shadowcat could see far more watching the Wolverine mate, and it made her sex moisten amd tail stiffen with excitement
Instead, Shadowcat ran her lips over her own pointed canines. Beast-Hulks like her or Wolverine had keener senses. It's why they took to their roles of scouts along the edges of their territory so quickly. Rising to her full seven feet, Shadowcat ran her pointed canines over her lower lip, privately relishing in her body. She had the stupendous muscles and ample curves of her kin, but with the senses and traits befitting to her name. The best of both worlds in both strength and swiftness—and Shadowcat could think of no better mate to pass those genes onto than the Wolverine.
However, for as much as Cat prided herself on her stealth, she never considered there could be another She-Hulk as formidable as her, not until, in her distractions, she was tackled to the ground