"Momo?"
As soon as the martial artist saw her old lover, memories flashed before her eyes. The two class reps had become quite close friends after their first internship, with Itsuka being quick to notice Momo's beauty and charm. She knew that she had liked both men and women early in life, so it wasn't long before she began to develop feelings for the rich woman.
As their friendship grew closer, Momo started to realise that her feelings for her fellow class leader were more than platonic and, after spending a good chunk of her first year coming to terms with her sexuality, the two eventually began to date at the beginning of their second year.
Their relationship was a solid one, built on friendship, mutual respect, and love of the other's company. It carried on into their final year and even into their first year of professional hero work. Their friends gossiped and joked about the sound of wedding bells in the near future, but they waved it off, although it wasn't not thought about. However, the demands of their careers meant that there was little time to spend with one another and so the two lovebirds agreed to put their relationship on hold, waiting until they had progressed further in their careers before they would start up again. It was a day that both of them were looking forward to.
But that all changed when the villains took over. Due to their exemplary records, neither Creati or Battle Fist were affected. In fact, the two were praised by the HRD as being model heroes of their generation. But both knew that they couldn't stand idly by and allow the League of Villains to do as they pleased.
But Itsuka wasn't prepared for when Momo told her she was going underground. At first, the redhead had tried to convince her otherwise, to not throw her whole career away, but the buxom beauty was adamant. She then tried begging Momo to take her with her and to form a vigilante partnership together, but Momo had other plans. She needed Itsuka to keep her hero licence and stay out of trouble. She even said that, if she wanted to help, Itsuka could try to smuggle information to them that Momo could pass on to the rest of the Resistance. It was a tense exchange, filled with not an insignificant amount of yelling, but eventually the redhead agreed.
For months, Itsuka didn't see her lover, the only form of contact being messages passed whenever Itsuka met with one of Creati's people or the occasional letter dropped in Battle Fist's mailbox, unsigned but in very neat and distinct handwriting. When rumours spread that Creati's cell had been captured, Itsuka had refused to believe it, knowing that Momo was way too smart to be caught. It was even more inconceivable that she would also ever work for the enemy.
But now the proof was staring her in the face.
"M-Momo…"
"Itsuka! I've missed you so much!" Momo pushed her head in and locked lips with the other woman, moaning sensually into her mouth. The action stunned Itsuka, who didn't resist as her tongue invaded her mouth. Furthermore, as she was only dressed in lacy black underwear and stockings, her lean, soft body grinded against Itsuka's firmer one. The heat and passion was so familiar that Kendo couldn't help but moan in response, her body seeming to melt. God, how she missed the taste of Momo's plump, luscious lips!
But just as quickly, her senses returned to her and she pushed the lustful raven away, earring a grunt of disappointment. "What's wrong, baby? Didn't you miss me too?"
"Momo, please tell me this isn't you. Tell me you're just an illusion. O-or a quirk." As hard as she tried, she couldn't hide the fear in her voice. She didn't want to believe it was true!
Her beautiful smile was both playful and pitiful, which only cemented the heroine's fears. "What do you mean? Of course I'm real. Why wouldn't I be- ooooh." A mischievous glint shone in her eyes as she realised what her lover meant. She leaned forward and pushed Itsuka around onto her back, their breasts squishing and flattering against one another. "You're wondering why I'm here. It's because Izuku invited me, of course."
"But why? Why the fuck are you working with him?"
"Because he's right." That felt like a hit to the head to the martial artist. "I know it sounds preposterous, Itsuka, but Izuku is right about it all. Heroes, villains, the system we upheld. We weren't trained to save people, we were made to control. We were pawns in a quirk-centred hierarchy that abandoned those who needed our help the most. For us, morality and righteousness took a back seat to endorsements, rankings and fame." She could see from Itsuka's face that the words hadn't pierced through yet. "Don't worry, I'll explain it to you in-depth another time. Just like Izuku did with me."
"Is that why you're working for him?" Itsuka spat out. "Because he brainwashed you with his bullshit?!"
"I work with him because he helped me find my true potential," Momo clarified as she leaned back and wrapped her arms around the neck of the naked clone she was with earlier, looking up at him. Kendo could see the intensity they shared between them. "He really is incredible. I actually feel like I'm making this country better." One of her hands slid down his body, tracing his sweaty muscles, until she found what she was looking for. "Also his dick is fucking huge! It's bigger than the toys I made for you to fuck me with."
With a cheeky grin, Momo leaned forward until their noses touched, making the redhead's heart beat so fast she could hear it in her skull. "I can't wait for you to try it with me, now that we'll have so much time together."
And with that, Momo lunged in for another steamy kiss, wrapping her hands around Itsuka's head tightly, trapping her. She forced her tongue back into the ginger's moist cavern easily, exploring it like someone visiting a childhood home after a long time. Itsuka tried to fight back with her own tongue, but that only seemed to incense Momo more, deepening the kiss, wanting to taste every part of her lover. She felt a sense of satisfaction as she heard Itsuka groan into her mouth.
But while Itsuka struggled in the lip-lock, Momo's hands were busy elsewhere. With one kept in place securing the head in place, gripping onto the orange side ponytail, the other was busy trailing down her body, tracing the uniform with her digits gracefully. Even through the material of her costume, Momo could make out Itsuka's fine firm body, from her strong arms to her tight core. It may not have been as developed and muscular as her Master's, but it was still very impressive; a testament to the effort the martial artist put into keeping fit. Many memories were made of tracing her tongue along this body and Momo was excited to relive them.
"M-Momo, wait," Ituska gasped, as the darkette broke the kiss, a string of messy saliva dripping from her lips. "I-I don't want to- aah!" She cried out as Momo moved onto her neck, leaving soft kisses until she bit down softly on juuust the right spot where she was most sensitive. Meanwhile, her free hand had moved from caressing her thick thighs to rub along her clothed mound. Itsuka inhaled sharply and her back arched as two fingers slid inside her walls, rubbing in a clockwise rotation, just as she liked it. Damnit, was she always so sensitive?!
"You're so wet, baby," Momo giggled, feeling Itsuka's sick walls clamp down on her fingers. "I knew you missed me. But you're still so tense." She rubbed a particular spot, earning an adorable 'aaha' from the redhead. "Don't worry, we'll take care of that." And with that, she continued to assault Itsuka's mouth with her own, all the while pumping her fingers in and out repeatedly, finding each of the poor woman's weak spots.
The two Izukus watched on as Yaoyorozu turned Kendo's body into putty. "Is there anything more beautiful than two women kissing?" the naked one asked the clothed one.
"Hmm," the other Izuku thought, but his attention was fixed almost completely on the pair, as Momo grabbed the opening hem of Itsuka's qipao and yanked it open, causing her boobs to burst out, finally free from their confines. It seems that Itsuka was hiding quite the big pair of boobies, each one more than enough to fill a hand, which bounced wildly from the forceful action. Momo seized on the opportunity and clamped her lips around one of the hardening red nipples, causing the busty redhead to cry out louder in pleasure, her muscles tensing and body writhing in pleasure. All the while, Momo's fat smooth ass wiggled side to side like a very happy puppy. "How about two naked women kissing?"
"Agreed," chirped the first one. His eyes were fixed firmly on Momo's massive globes of flesh, resisting the urge to reach forward and sink his fingers into them. "Momo has gotten better with her fingers. Her lessons with Midnight have paid off."
"She has," concurred the second. "But our guest is holding out well. Let's see if she lasts longer than her mentor."
Over to the side, an angry little bunny was continuing to bounce and ride wildly on top of a clone, her juicy brown buttcheeks clapping against his tree trunk-like quads. The man beneath her was smiling.
"What's wrong, bunny? Feeling tired?"
"Fuck. You. Fuck. You. Fuck! You!"
Gritting her teeth, Mirko's face twisted into a snarl as she felt his absolute beast of a dick pound against her cervix again and again, stretching her pussy more than anything ever had before. "You bastard! Once I get out of here, I'm gonna… gonna… ah fuck~!"
Her cursing was cut short as her body tensed and spasmed as she suffered another orgasm right in front of them all, her slick juices dripping down his shaft and making a mess of his waist. The man beneath her laughed at her humiliation, which only angered her more.
"Keep shaking those hips, slut. I haven't come yet, and you've still got, I don't know, three or four of us to service, so keep hopping."
He emphasised this point with a firm slap on her beautiful fat rump, leaving a red handprint and making her jump slightly. Rumi growled at them, rage adorning her lovely features, but whatever menace she was exuding was nullified by her flushed face, so instead she continued to fuck herself for their amusement.
Mirko did not know how long she had been doing this for. She had lost track of time ever since she stepped foot in this pervert's hellscape, having been victim to these clones' jeers, groping hands and massive cocks. They had been running a train on her, forcing her to ride one after the other, constantly thrusting her hips up and down, slamming down on their girths relentlessly, fighting through her own pleasure and orgasms, until they came, filling her cunt with their thick, viscous seed. The only relief she got was when they changed over, but that never lasted for long before she was back to the bounce.
But it would be okay. It would all be worth it once she tired them all out and broke out of there. Then she'd kick all these assholes all in their smug, little faces and snap their cocks in two and- "Ahha!" Fuck, she came again!
Mirko stopped for a moment to catch her breath, letting the pleasure run its course through her body. Sweat poured down her caramel skin as she thought about how she ended up in this situation, cursing herself for her carelessness.
A year ago, Mirko was flying high as one of the most successful and admired heroes in the country. As the Fourth Ranked hero, she was pumped at the opportunity of breaking Top Three for the first time. It was because of her position that, once the new regime entered, maintaining her licence was guaranteed, unlike so many others. The only thing was: there was no way in fucking hell that she would ever work for a villain!
She made this quite explicit when, in an interview during the first month, she told the HRD just where exactly they could stick their regulations, threatening the green-haired prick live on National TV with violence before storming off-stage and going home. There, she packed up all of her belongings and stored them somewhere else.
The last time anyone saw her in public was when she kicked a soccer ball straight through Deku's office window of the tentative HRD building and implanted it in a concrete wall with her ripped-up licence taped to the side. The police might have caught her if she hadn't punted the ball from five blocks away!
As one of the first Resistance vigilantes, Rumi felt quite smug about how many others had followed her example. And she was damn good at her job: kicking the crap out of thugs, villains and HRD agents, breaking into offices and snatching classified documents, running all across the island and being an absolute pain in their bureaucratic asses. It was nostalgic. It was exhilarating. It was fun!
Throughout it all, she maintained her policy of solo work. She may have collaborated in a break-in and brawl every now and then and helped in the couriering and distribution of intel, but for the most part she was a lone wolf, allowing her to hit hard and hit fast. There were some close calls, but in the end she always came out the winner. She felt unstoppable.
Unfortunately, even her luck had to eventually run out.
It was during a meeting with her main source, a fellow heroine and close friend that was still licenced, the Dragon Hero Ryukyu, when they caught her. They had agreed to meet up in an abandoned warehouse where Ryukyu was going to hand over the logistics of an upcoming PR event the HRD was organising with the heroes. It was in the middle of the discussion when the ceiling collapsed above them. And down on them dropped the Elites.
Dabi. Spinner. Stain. Toga. Geten. Prince Harlequin. Shachihoko. Several High-Ends.
And Deku.
The two heroines were taken completely off-guard by the sudden ambush, their instincts going into overdrive. It was Ryukyu who reacted first. Shifting into her dragon form, she screamed for Rumi to run away, valuing the rabbit over herself. At first Rumi wanted to argue, to stay and fight. It went against all her beliefs to run like a coward, but when she saw how fiercely the dragon hero was fighting and how scared she looked, she swallowed her pride and fled.
But she wasn't fast enough. And now she was here.
Another spank on her ass pulled her out of her memories. This time, she was able to stop herself from crying out. She quickly turned around to glare at whoever did that, but it was pointless as every one of them was eager to get their hands on her fit body.
"Has anyone ever told you how sexy you look when you're angry, Mirko?"
Rumi's head snapped back to the man she was on top of, who looked up at her with a half-lidden smug face. God, she wanted to punch him!
But there was undeniable truth in his words. Mirko, one of the top heroes in all of Japan, was also one of the most desirable, being compared to the likes of Midnight and Mt Lady when it came to raw sex appeal. She was objectively beautiful, even if her face was sharp and she looked like she would happily kick you in the teeth for looking at her funny. But where those two ladies had soft fuckable bodies, Rumi's body was the product of hours of fitness and training to look that good. After all, she was the only one in the room to have abs as toned as Izuku's.
Despite only standing at five foot two, her skin-tight outfit drew attention to all the right places. Her large bouncing breasts, once contained, were now free and exposed in all their glory, jiggling wildly in tandem with her, but it was nothing compared to her ass! Fat, firm, perfectly sculpted and round, and always jiggly, those caramel buns of hers drew the eye of everyone she walked past. How could they not, when they practically devoured her leotard in the crack? If any man told you they hadn't fantasised about gripping those wide, child-bearing hips and slamming into it from behind, they were lying.
So it was no wonder that her amazing ass was the first thing the clones got their hands on when she entered the room, spanking, pinching and grabbing massive handfuls of her chocolate cake to their heart's delight, making even their large hands seem small in comparison. Even now it glistened as it was covered in sweat.
"Ha, don't you, ha, ever shut up!" she panted. She couldn't stand their stares, as she slowly began to bounce again, gradually increasing the pace. She pushed down on his hard chest, as if to shove him through the ground, trying to recover some sense of power and authority. She couldn't show weakness, not in front of him. And she was going to prove she would never be beaten!
The Izuku looked slightly upset, even if his eyes didn't. "Why can't you be more like Ryukyu? At least she's having fun."
The name of her friend caused another jolt of anger and disgust to course through her. She resisted the urge to look over her shoulder to the side of the room, where another group of three was positioned. SHe knew what was there, she had been hearing it the entire night and she hated it!
Instead she forced herself to keep looking down as she squatted down, fighting every slew of raw pleasure that coursed through her. She could feel her mind lose itself. She knew that he had a quirk and was causing this strange feeling of sensitivity and lust over all of them, making everyone around her act and sound like lewd whores. She could feel its tentacles worm their way into her, making her body hot and more sensitive and instilling a desire, a need, to breed.
But she had to hold on. And the only way she could do so was with rage.
"Keep her name out of your filthy mouth!" With that, she dropped her hips down on his with so much power, it looked like she would break his pelvis. "You piece of shit! I'll show you just what I'll do to you." She rolled her hips around, squeezing down on him until she saw his face contort. Finally, she was breaking his cocky facade. "Once I'm done with you, bastard, I'll show all of you! I wring you all dry and then break every bone in your body! I'll make you fuckers unable to crawl out of here! I'll…"
Meanwhile, two of the more idle Izukus watched on as their compatriot was dominated, his muscles and jaw clenching and his face scrunched up, trying not to release his own moans of euphoria. The sight would have been more amusing, if it wasn't for the especially-vulgar bunny on top of him. "She sure has a mouth on her."
"Agreed. It was cute at first, but now it's getting annoying. Maybe we should get her a muffle"
The first Izuku's eyes lit up as a devilish grin adorned his features. "You know, I think I've got just the idea." He approached the rutting pair, careful not to draw any attention to himself as he moved to the bouncing woman's face.
Rumi didn't seem to notice his presence at all, too fixated on the young man below her. She ignored all of the pleasurable sensation of her womb being battered with every thrust. She was too focused on being angry at him, wanting to see him break and cry out for mercy. She was letting him have it, just as he deserved. "Come on, you fuck! Isn't this what you wanted? How do you like it? How do you-Glllmpkk?!?"
Her tirade was cut short as, in the middle of yelling, a large, fat cock jammed itself in her open maw and down her throat. Her red eyes seemingly bulged out as inch after inch of musky meat forced itself down her gullet and towards her stomach.
"Come on, bunny. Put that pretty mouth of yours to better use."
Mirko tried to look up at him, but couldn't as he held her head in place to his crotch, his dark pube hairs tickling her nose. "Now, now. You're not allowed to stop. Keep going, slut."
Not giving her a moment to respond, Izuku pulled his hips back and thrust forward again and again, causing her entire body to quake and shudder. Mirko gawped and spluttered in response, trying to jerk her head away, but was unable to, his fingers entangled in her silvery locks. She could feel her jaw and throat stretch beyond their limits. She was certain that, from an outside perspective, her large bulge could be seen going down her gullet just from the immense girth she was compelled to inhale. All the while, she tried not to acknowledge the musky taste of it and if she'd enjoy it, no matter how much the voice inside her head told her to. It wasn't long before the entire length of his shaft was covered in her glistening spittle.
At the same time, her hips began to move on their own. She didn't know why, but she could feel her pussy pound against the equally large cock that had been stuffed inside her for what almost felt like an hour. But try as she might, she couldn't get them to stop, not as her face was currently being used as a fleshlight. Her body had a mind of its own, and that mind had a single thought: fuck♥️
"MMnhgh! Mnnmgll! MMPPHM~!~"
"God, she's so - mmh - fucking tight!" groaned the standing Deku, his own hips pistoning out of her warm, wet orifice.
"I-I don't think I can - ahh - last much longer!" the one lying down replied, his own pelvis moving to meet hers on the descent, feeling more of his cock be swallowed up.
Time passed slowly for them, as they became so enraptured by the feeling of each other. They moved together like a mobile piece of erotic artwork, sweat and juices being flung all over the space as their moans and sound of flesh slapping together echoed around them. Then, with a bestial cry, Izuku deepthoated the sexy rabbit hero, forcing the entirety of his manhood inside her and came, all of his muscles tensing as he poured all of his built-up hot cum down her oesophagus, not letting go of her head for an instant. The sensation and salty taste of his spunk flooded the pleasure centres of Mirko's brain, causing her to squirt on the man beneath her. The sudden pressure of her walls, in turn, pushed him past his limit, triggering the third member to release his own orgasm, filling her womb with his sperm completely.
All Mirko could do was release a muffled shriek of ecstasy as both her stomach and her pussy were painted white.
The trio just stood there for a moment, riding out their collective orgasm and shared experience, before the standing Midoriya pulled out of mouth with a fat, wet *pop,* the lips of her small mouth having formed a tight seal around his meat.
This lack of support caused the rabbit to effectively collapse to the side, just barely catching herself from falling on her face. She slid off the other man's cock with an equally lewd sound, as effectively a gallon of viscous, thick cum began to pour out of her gaping snatch, her legs too tired and hurt to stay together.
But despite her tiredness, she still felt a strong sense of victory and deep satisfaction. She had taken their cocks and survived with her sanity intact.
"Ha, haah, there" she panted, grinning as she saw the lying-down Deku be dragged away by two others, looking to be completely catatonic from the experience. She wiped the drool that was dripping down her chin. "How'd you… like… that? I beat you… fuckers. I… win!" She tried to raise a fist up in triumph, but only got it up half-way.
"Win?" a voice behind her asked. At the sound of it, her ears stiffened upwards "Who said you won?"
Turning around slowly, Mirko felt a terrible sense of dread in her stomach as she came face-to-face with six, seven, eight more Midoriyas! Each one of them were naked, their equally massive cocks stiff as hot metal, some even rubbing them in anticipation, and staring down at her with fox-like smiles. "Oh no, sexy bunny, you haven't won yet." Slowly they began to crowd around her. She tried to move away, but for the first time her impressively muscular legs failed her, too tired to move at all. "You've only done two of us. You only get to win when all of us are satisfied."
The only thing the rabbit-themed heroine could do was give out a cry of anger and hatred as the clones swarmed around her, forcing her into an inescapable gangbang.
While Mirko was having her rabbit holes stuffed full, to the side of the room she refused to acknowledge, another pair of Izukus were conversing, sitting down on the floor.
"She's stubborn, isn't she?"
"Definitely. But I actually want to see just how long she lasts. They're adorable like this, trying to maintain their pride, before they give in. She shouldn't-." He was cut off by a low groan, produced by a third body in between the two. "Sorry, sorry. That's not to say you're not also cute, Ryukyu."
Sitting between the two, legs akimbo, a very nude Ryukyu was struggling to keep upright, her face flush and completely dazed. She leaned against one of the two as her chest heaved, causing her delicious dragon Double Ds to jiggle slightly with each breath. To an outsider, it looked like she had run a marathon with how sweaty she was and how red her face was, but the most wet part was the area between her legs, pretty much forming a puddle on the floor. One could hardly recognise the noble dignity of the heroine. In fact, the only remaining part of her uniform was the headband, which had miraculously stayed in place.
One of her slender hands made its way towards her nether lips, but was grabbed by the wrist and wrenched away.
"Hey, now. Remember the rules. No touching yourself, Ryukyu." This made the Dragoon Hero give a disappointed whine.
"Please," she moaned lowly, her tongue lolling out of her mouth. "Please let me cum."
"I don't know," the other Izuku kidded. "I don't think you've earned it." On that point, he placed his finger at the bottom of her lips and slowly ran it upwards, gliding across her puffy labia, making her breath hitch, and stopping just before her erect clit. She tried to hump her hips towards it, but the finger quickly darted away, denying her her release.
"Nooooooo…" she mewled pathetically, like a disappointed kitten.
This is what she had been subjected to the entire night. For the past couple hours, Ryuko Tatsuma had been designated as a toy for two of the Dekus, used as a doll for them to practise on to improve their technique. Her body was used to their hearts' delight for all manner of perverted things: their mouths ran along her face and long neck, kissing her and leaving love bites all over her collar, finding every sensitive area; her boobs were squeezed and massaged while her firm scarlet bud nipples were pinched, sucked, twisted, nibbled, and played with. She still had goosebumps from how they traced their tongues in circles around her red areolas.
And their hands! No crevice of her body was safe from their busy digits as they explored all over her, finding each and every one of her erogenous zones along her long legs that seemed to stretch forever, her smooth arms, her taut stomach, her firm and perky bum, and her lovely tight pussy, as hot as a dragon's cavern. Every single spot that turned her on, they found. She was an instrument and they were maestros.
But throughout it, she did not cum. They didn't allow it. No matter how close they brought her, they swiftly denied her release. Even when they jammed and fingered the most sensitive parts of her snatch and ass, they stopped just before, torturing her and driving her into a slobbering, needy mess, tears and drool dripping down her beautiful features as she begged them. There was no decorum to uphold, no pride as a top 10 heroine, just a primal need in the presence of these incubi!
"Come on, I think we've tormented her enough. I think she deserves a treat. What do you say? Would you like that, Ryukyu?" With her slanted yellow eyes fogged over, one would have thought she couldn't hear anything, but eventually she nodded her head weakly. The Izuku beamed at her, like a proud owner does to a well-behaved pet. "Good, now roll over."
Sluggishly, Ryuko obeyed the man's command, effectively turning her body around so that she landed on her front, presenting her ass to the villain. Eagerly, the Deku reached forward and pulled her butt cheeks apart. He licked his lips as he caught a glimpse of her dripping snatch, so delectable and tender in his eyes. Leaning his head forward, he ran his tongue across it, making the poor woman croon at the sensation. It was a sound so beautiful that it made both of their cocks harden.
"Fuck," he purred, "you taste good, Ryukyu." The low huskiness of his voice triggered something primal deep within the hero, making her whole body shudder at his words. This had the benefit of causing her hips to wiggle side to side enticingly, which only increased his desire. Faster than a viper, Izuku's head lunged forward and launched his tongue deep within her.
"Ooohhh~!~" The blonde woman's mouth broke into a lewd O-shape as the verdanette's tongue wriggled inside her, the electric sensations coursing over her brain being much stronger and more pleasurable than she thought. She may have been wanting this, but she wasn't prepared for how damn good it felt!
Ryukyu gasped over and over again as Izuku's tongue lavished her silky insides, tasting every part of her. There were many things that Ryukyu knew about Izuku Midoriya: he was intelligent, cunning, a brilliant quirk analyst and someone who could not be underestimated under any circumstance. He was the greatest villain in Japan, rivalling the legacy of his teacher, All for One. He was her hated enemy.
And now she had something else to add to the list: he knew how to eat cunt.
His slippery appendage was like an eel, attacking every single spot that he had discovered earlier with his fingers, only a hundred times better. He devoured her like a parched man in the desert who had just found the most beautiful oasis, licking and sucking, her juices dripping down his chin. But at no point did he stop his feast.
"You like that, don't you, Ryukyu?" he asked, his breath warm on her pussy.
"Ye… ye… yeeesssss~~" she squealed happily. Her erotic noises got louder as his tongue moved more furiously, practically arching her back to push her butt into his face, enveloping his head and willing him to go deeper. "Don't stop. I'm - ah - s-so close." She tried to raise a leg in order to hook behind his neck, locking him in place as his free hadd movevd up to rub her swollen clit. "Oh God, I'm gonna… gonna… aaahhhh~!!~"
Ryukyu moaned salaciously as she climaxed, her pussy juices squirting all over her legs and the man's face, her body spasming and quaking in response. Izuku, surprised at how much she squirted, sat back as he watched it pour out of her, slightly saddened at the stain forming underneath the pair.
"Aw," he pouted. "I like this carpet. Now I'm going to have to get it cleaned."
The other Midoriya snorted. As if that wasn't the plan already. With how much bodily fluid was being flung and released everywhere, this entire bedroom was going to have to be deep-cleaned by professionals.
"We can't have you making a mess, Ryuko," the first continued. "Let's get you cleaned." And just like before, he began licking up the feminine juices trailing down her legs, making her shudder at the ticklish sensation. Not that she cared, as the blissful smile and tears of euphoria pouring down her face were any indication, after finally, finally being allowed her sweet climax.
"Hey now, your reward is over, Ryukyu," the second said, pulling her head up to meet him. "You have to get back to work, and you can start by using your pretty mouth." Deku reached down and grabbed hold of his throbbing member, its red head staring angrily at her as if it felt neglected.
As if by some instinct, Ryukyu opened her mouth as wide as possible, tongue lolling out, ready to accept his girth, her nostrils flaring at the musky scent. The slightest bit of clarity returned to her eyes as they fixated on the shaft in front of her. As soon as the tip was placed in her mouth, her tongue moved, swishing and lavishing it, as if trying to replicate the way it was done in her pussy. There was absolutely no resistance, the beautiful blonde having submitted to her new owner long ago.
The second Izuku groaned as he pushed forward, feeling the Dragoon Hero's sharp teeth graze along the flesh of his shaft. For having a reptilian quirk, her mouth and throat were hot! Oh yes, this new pet would do nicely.
"Not cool. That should be - mmh - me doing that."
Over on a couch, a sitting Deku pulled his head out from a massive set of breasts and looked up at the girl straddling his waist. He looked over to where she was staring. "What? Be spitroasted? Don't worry, you'll definitely get your turn."
"Not - ah - that," the girl gasped as he dived back into her cleavage. "I should be polishing your cock. I'm your - ahn - maid, babe."
"Yyrr dnnn nnm yrr mmhh fh thh."
"W-what?" she asked, his words muffled by the mass of boobflesh in his mouth.
"I said," he said, raising his face to speak to her but still lodged between her mounds. "You don't need your mouth for that. Or your hands. Or your tits. You've got plenty right here!"
*SMACK!*
"Kyaa!~"
Camie released a high-pitched squeal as Izuku's hands clapped down hard on her ass, grabbing massive handfuls of the plump creamy flesh, then she giggled. "Naughty boy. You're obsessed with my booty, aren't you?"
"Not just your ass," he said. "I love your face and the way it lights up when you dance. I love your hair and how silky it is. I love your lips and how soft they are." To emphasise his point, he gave them a kiss, which she reciprocated. "But I love how you care." The woman's heart skipped a beat as his voice suddenly became more serious, more heartfelt. "How patient and playful you are when it comes to children or someone else in need. How you use your quirk to lighten up a stranger's day. Or how your eyes look when you talk about music and artists. Or have to explain modern slang to me."
He stared intensely into her eyes, not once breaking that contact. It made her heart flutter like a schoolgirl. "When you're not at the club and out there, being a hero, Camie, I can't imagine a more beautiful sight."
"Mmh," she hummed. "You softie, you're just saying that so I please you."
Izuku shrugged. "Two things can be true at once." This earned him another cute giggle.
"Okay, babe, that's enough. Now let me do my thing."
Reaching down, the faux-maid grabbed hold of the waist of her panties and slowly pulled them down, enjoying the feeling of lace grazing her naked skin. Then she shimmied her hips lower until she came into contact with what she was looking for.
"There you are~" she purred as she felt it throb warmly against her cheeks.
Reaching back, Camie pulled the two globes apart until it nestled the engorged cock comfortably, hotdogging the beast between them. Even with how big her rear was, it still wasn't enough to cover his girth, but she didn't seem fazed as she tightened her glutes and began to swing her hips up and down, making the verdanette roll his head back and groan.
"F-Fuck, Camie. Has Yu been teaching you more of her - ngh - tricks?"
"Only the basics," she replied, her breathing increasing as she felt him pulse between her doughy buns. "She still has much to teach me. But - ah - I'm a fast learner." She bit down on her lower lip at the delicious feeling of friction. "Mmh, so biiig~"
The comment came from how she was having to raise her hips higher and higher with each bounce, trying to grind and envelope as much of his shaft as possible. Even after taking that fat dong up her ass, she didn't think her body'd ever get used to its sheer mass. Not that that was a bad thing, as it meant she was able to enjoy the biggest fucking cock she'd ever lay eyes upon again and again.
"OOh~!" she moaned as she felt him rub against the rim of her asshole, making her feel tingly. "You like this PAWG ass, don't you? Miss it?" her questions were answered as she shimmied her hips side to side while periodically tensing her glute muscles, earning her another groan of pleasure while a dollop of precum leaked down, lubricating his length. "You wanna fuck this - ahha - tight ass again, don't you, Izuku - nnh - babe? Well first you gotta cum!"
"Is that - ghg - so?" Deku asked, gritting his teeth. She gave him a sultry smile as her answer, which only seemed to peeve him more. "In that case, I'll just have to - grr - make you first!"
With that, he lunged his head first and continued his assault on her jiggly F-cups, increasing the ferocity as he bit and sucked on her nipples like a baby. The attack on her sensitive jugs took Camie by surprise, causing her to whine while making an embarrassing face, her cheeks completely flush. In order to stabilise, she wrapped her arms around his broad muscular shoulders, but that only pushed him further into the milky valley of her cleavage.
"Oh Liiiit!!" she cried, feeling her arousal grow, making her legs flex reactively and increasing the speed of her twerking. The sound of her amazing ass clapping against his thighs emanated from the pair with a loud SLAPSLAPTHWAP!
Looking over his shoulder, something caught her attention for a moment. "How you… doin, Melissa?"
A few feet away, the busty blonde inventor was being held up by Izuku's strong arms as her legs were hooked over his shoulders, thrusting her up and down his cock. The position also spread her own incredibly fat bum, allowing the second Deku to spear up into her ass, forcing her to be sandwiched between their ripped bodies as she was savagely DP-ed.
"Please! Too big! You two are too fucking big!" she squealed, her mouth wide open in distress as her eyes rolled upwards into her skull. "Fuck, fuck, fuuuuck~!!~"
"Yeah, sounds about… right."
It wasn't long before the fawn-haired woman felt his throbbing increase powerfully, giving him all the warning she needed. Grinning like a cat, she raised her hips as high as possible, practically standing on the sofa, as she slammed her hips down with a crash, squeezing her cheeks as tight as possible once she came down. Choosing power over speed, she did it a few times, feeling his load travel up his shaft until it spurted from his cockhead like a white, thick geyser. She cooed as she felt it reach her behind, the viscous warm liquid pouring onto her lower back and running down between the middle of her ass liked a canyon.
"I knew you loved my booty," she beamed, wiggling her hips side to side, enjoying the feeling of her own wanting pussy rub against his delicious lower abs. "So many guys do. You should see how many likes my Insta gets."
"Can you… blame them?" Izuku groaned. He may not have been happy to have lost, but he couldn't deny the relief and pleasure of shooting his load after being built up all night. "Those gym photos… your spandex hides nothing."
"Yup," she giggled. She intentionally bought leggings made of the stretchiest material out there, but also a size smaller so that all of her curves were emphasised, especially her under ass. Her heart-shaped butt was practically on full display with how they pretty much devoured the material.
"They're, like, such simps. They're thirsty, but they only get to look, not touch. Unlike someone~" she purred that last word, looking over her shoulder at the mess they made. "Aw, my uniform got all dirty."
"Then maybe you should take it off."
"Mmm, you'd like that, wouldn't you, you perv?" But even with the chastisement, Camie reached and slowly unbuttoned the rest of her maid outfit, slowly popping open each button, until she was nearly completely naked, the only things remaining being the headband and the white stockings. Even though she had stripped so many times already, it was always a different feeling when it was her Babe's eyes watching her.
Reaching up, she squeezed her boobs between her arms, pushing them outward as she jiggled her large funbags left and right, her stiff pink nipples rubbing against his chiselled chest. "Now what?"
"Now I think someone's gotten a little cocky," Midoriya snarled. "I think a bad maid needs to be punished for being such a cocktease."
"Oh?" Camie's brown eyes seemed to light up with arousal at his words, his aggressive tone making her feel excited. She couldn't resist getting one more in. "How will you punish her?"
In a flash, Izuku pushed his hips up and rolled over. WIth a yelp, the slutty maid was pushed along with him with her chest on the cushions and ass in the air. She could feel his swollen bell end prod against the openings of her nether lips, ready to ram deep inside her sexy body.
Izuku leaned forward, his larger body completely covering hers, until his mouth was placed against her ear. His voice was so low and dominating, she could swear she could come just by listening to his dulcet tones
"By breaking you…"
"Break me? Is that what you said?"
Over by the window, a naked Toga had her back pushed against the glass of the window, having not left that position from where she had been pounded half an hour ago. Her legs were wrapped around the waist of an Izuku, who was thrusting up into her, but from the sight of things, he wasn't getting the reaction he was hoping for. "Come on, you can do better than that."
Gritting his teeth, Izuku increased the speed of his waist, reaching deeper inside of the blonde. Toga, however, smiled amusedly as she grinded her hips and clenched down on his impressive cock, squeezing on it with her inner walls so hard that he gasped dumbly.
She almost pitied him. "I see. You're not like the others."
"So… you noticed." He panted.
"Uh huh. I know my Izu too well. His good sides and bad ones. I know people. People are like paintings, each one made of different colours and Izu is a masterpiece. He deserves to be in a museum." Her yellow eyes seemed to shine at the thought, like a cat seeing the biggest fish in front of her. "But I've noticed something about Twice's clones that most don't and that's that they're different. When you look past the surface, they're not exact copies, as they embody more of the parts of a person's personality. They're more like the pigments that make up the picture. For example…"
She turned her head to the side to look at something, and the clone followed with.
"Some of you are more gentle, more caring and loving…"
As if to illustrate her point, she looked towards Midnight, who was currently sitting in a cowgirl position with the Izuku she had been squatting. Her arms were wrapped around his neck as she pulled him in for an intense liplock, the two's tongues duelling against the other, all the while she bounced and grinded her pelvis against his, still completely sheathing him within her pussy.
The Izuku, meanwhile, was reciprocating, thrusting upwards to meet her descent. All the while, his hands grazed over her incredible mature body, massaging her back and shoulders, rubbing her massive melons, and using his fit body to stimulate hers. He was more than willing to do anything to please the curvy woman, making her release happy coos in his mouth.
"Whereas others…"
"Oh fuck, please, please, slow, fuck, doooown~!!!~"
Next to the passionate couple, in complete contrast, Mt Lady was howling in anguish. Having lost her competition to Midnight, the sexy blonde woman was receiving her due punishment, as her Midoriya had pushed her knees up to her head and was subjecting her to a brutal mating press, his body crashing into hers with so much force, it was a surprise the floor didn't crack.
THWAPTHWAPCLAPTHWAP!!!
"I'm sorry! Please! My pussy! My pussy! Fuck! It's gonna! AhhA! Break!!"
But if anything, her cries only seemed to stir the beast inside him more, as he increased his thrusts. The only thing protecting her was her pillowy-soft body, cushioning her from the blows. From behind, one could see the clone's massive grapefruit-sized balls clap against her fat bubble butt, making it ripple and jiggle wildly while leaving a red implant. It was pure animalism, as it looked less like Mt Lady was having sex with a man and more like she was being bred by a bull!
"Oh God! Oh FUck! I'm cumming again! I'm… I'm… OOOOHHH-MMPH~♥️~?!"
As she squirted on the massive rod, her cry of ecstasy was cut off as the man on top of her shoved his tongue down her throat as he bottomed out inside her, pouring gallon upon gallon of hot spunk into her needy cunt, as her smooth legs kicked and flailed pathetically in the air. The once-haughty blonde heroine could only groan weakly as her eyes rolled back into her skull, hearts borne in her pupils as tears of pure rapture leaked down her cheeks. Her fuckable hero body was completely dominated.
"...are a bit more aggressive."
She turned her attention back to the man holding her up. "And I know that you're not that. Not compared to the last four copies who took me."
"Oh yeah?" he replied, trying not to look hurt. "Then what am I?"
Toga smirked, She could see that, despite his composed expression, her words had gotten to him. But she didn't like seeing her Izu-baby upset, even if it was a cone wearing his face.
"I know you too well," she said, cupping his cheek and staring into his green orbs. "You're Izuku's cute, softer side. The one he tries to hide behind being tough, but I know is still there. The one that geeks out on quirks and heroes, even to this day. The one that made him believe in creating a better world by helping people." Her gaze suddenly turned softer. "The one that doesn't like to hurt people unnecessarily. The one that was willing to give a crazy, blood-obsessed girl from the street a home, a sense of belonging and became her first friend, even when Shigaraki wanted to throw me out the first time he could."
Her eyes shifted in intensity from burning passion to a much more soothing, beautiful shade of affection. Across his shoulders, one of her fingers traced a large scar earned years ago. "The one who saw me at my darkest moments and still reached out to save me. The one who showed me his most vulnerable parts and shed both blood and tears every time he failed."
Her other hand came up and cupped his other cheek, ensuring that she, only she, was what possessed his full attention. "You're the Izu I felt in love with."
Despite being a clone and having the memory of this exact speech engraved in him from his progenitor, Izuku's heart still skipped a beat at the confession. "H-Himi…"
Toga smiled at him, warmly and devotedly, before it gained a bit of mischief. "You're also the Deku I know who loves it when I do this."
Then, like a fierce tiger, Himiko lunged forward and bit down on a spot on the crook of his neck. This wasn't a simple love bite that would leave just a simple hickey. No, this was a full-on, full jaw munch, her sharp fangs sinking deep into his skin.
The effect was instant, as Izuku's entire body jolted, like an electric current ran through him top to toe. His every muscle tightened as his fingers curled into her legs. Toga smiled into his shoulder, feeling his cock throb and swell wildly inside her. She could feel, he was so close…
Again, she sank her teeth into him, this time going further until the delicious iron taste of his blood dripped onto her tongue. The bitten man gasped loudly, unable to help himself as his body spasmed from the pain. Quickly, he pushed his body into hers in order to support himself as he released his load inside her.
Himiko hummed, pleased at the sensation as she felt his batter splatter her insides once again. She watched as he eventually lowered her down onto the ground slowly, only to turn around and sit down against the window himself, positioned just below the sweaty imprint of the woman plastered against it from their cavorting.
Himiko admired her handiwork, feeling a smug sense of satisfaction from dominating her lover for once this night, as opposed to how it usually went. Only she was aware of that secret spot on his shoulder. It was like a button that made him docile like a good boy, combining and maximising their shared enjoyment of pleasure and pain. And it was a secret she wasn't quick to share
But now that she was finally done with being screwed by five clones continuously, Himiko figured she had deserved a much needed rest. So she took the time to take in the surrounding events.
Now, most people would have thought that Himiko Toga would be a jealous woman and hiss at any woman who even dared to look at her precious Izu. But that was far from the truth.
The truth was Himiko just loved to watch Izuku fuck other women. Now it wasn't a cuckold fetish, oh no. Instead, it was watching as he completely dominated, taking these once-proud heroines who thought they were so above it all and ruining their bodies; women who were given so many opportunities in life and were more than happy to beat up people like Himiko breaking, willingly to give up their haughty pride and bodies and degrade themselves just for the opportunity to be fucked by her Izu!!! Oh, it was so hot!
But despite the plentiful number of curvaceous beauties around the room, Himiko had nothing to fear: she knew that Izuku would always love her. And vice versa, as she had her own lovers on the side that she frequented.
But the best was still her wicked green bean.
Walking past the mewling Pussycats, who were now all being taken from behind like dogs in heat (ironically) and lined up side-by-side like a true litter, Himiko made her way to the area that had caught her cat-like eye. Here, she had a special interest.
"How you doing, Floppy?"
In front of her, an exhausted, sweat-drenched Mirko wiped her mouth of white cum as a slightly softening cock pulled out of her orifice. Despite her haggard, messy appearance, Himiko was impressed that she could still see the fire in her eyes as she glared up at the villainess.
"Bitch."
"Huh, seems Floppy's still got a temper," Himiko commented, quite impressed by the heroine's tenacity. "I'm surprised you can still spit out something that isn't cum considering how many cocks you've swallowed."
"Yeah, well… why don't you come closer… I'll show what else… I can do, you… fuckin psycho!"
"Hmmmmmm…," she pondered, placing a hand underneath her chin contemplatively. "Nah, I'm good. I prefer looking at you like this. It's funny."
"Grr, smug cunt."
"Namecalling isn't very nice," Himiko faux-pouted. "Honestly, this is what you deserve. You knocked out both me and Mr Stain. And you broke my Izu's ribs. Those took a long time to heal!"
"Yeah, and I'd do it all again," Mirko bit back. "Honestly wish I kicked harder… Should've sunk my foot in your face… would've been an improvement over your ugly mug."
Something inside of Toga ticked, as her eyes narrowed and blood pressure suddenly skyrocketed. This woman, this so-called hero, was still acting so cocky, looking down at her the same way they always did, despite her current position.
Oh, this bunny bitch was going to have to be taught a lesson. A more… firm form of discipline was in order.
Suppressing her anger, she turned around and made a beeline over to a side console, where a shirtless Izuku was pouring himself something to drink.
"Izuuuuuu…" Himiiko whined, glomping herself against his broad back.
"Yes, Himi?" he acknowledged, looking over his shoulder at his girlfriend.
"The rabbit is being mean." She stood up on her tiptoes, just so she could reach her ear. A cheshire grin adorned her features. "I think you need to teach her to behave." She purred that last line, giving a quick nip on his ear lobe.
Turning around halfway, Izuku looked over to where she was referencing. As Himiko's words settled in, he couldn't help but smile as he realised what she meant.
"Don't worry, darling," he said, rubbing her head affectionately. "I'll make her play nice." And with that, he walked off into another room.
Himiko watched him as he left, her slanted yellow eyes never leaving his form. That's what she loved about her Izu-baby, he was always willing to help her in any way. Their connection was special. After all, she was the only one here who could ever find the original in this crowd so easily. She could smell him.
Over by the group, Mirko was moving ferociously. She might not have been able to feel her legs, but she could still twist her torso around, staring down the different clones. "Come on, you bastards. Who's next?" She was like a cornered predator, moving to take in all potential threats. For some reason, no clone had moved in on her yet, all of them just standing to the side. Not that she was complaining as she was grateful for the much needed reprieve. "What's wrong? Scared? Where's all that bravado from earlier, huh? Yeah, that's what I thought, you cowardly, weak, son of a-!"
Ba-dump!
The Rabbit Hero's entire body stiffened as her heart beat like a drum, long and heavy. Every instinct in her body flared up in an instant as she felt an overwhelming force behind her. It was evil, heavy, all-devouring! She couldn't help as her muscles tensed, ready to explode into action at a moment's notice, but were too worn out to work. She hated the feeling as a cold sweat dripped down her brow, like a scared prey. But she wasn't about to become a coward so soon.
Slowly, she turned around over her shoulder to face the source of her anxiety.
Standing behind her, an Izuku stood, his entire upper body surrounded in a burning violet aura, producing and swallowing light simultaneously in a wicked hew. He was still topless, but she could see all of his muscles seemed to flex and his veins bulge. He also had adorned two strange armguards with faint green lights humming in the grooves. But what fixated her the most was his eyes as, even with the black sclera, they still glowed like toxic gems. She could feel them bore into her, piercing through her every defence.
The devil could feel her fear. And it smiled.
"So," he drawled out, savouring her disturbed look. "I've heard you've been misbehaving. Are you forgetting what I warned you?"
The rabbit lady said nothing, not wanting her voice to betray just what she was feeling at that moment. She felt as if her self had done a 180 just a few moments ago.
"I warned you," he continued, "that if you couldn't be good, I would have to teach you a lesson. I might have let you off with just a warning, but not this time. Besides I haven't paid you back for putting a ball through my window and wall. Or for fracturing my ribs."
His face turned into a wolfish snarl "Do you know what a pain it was to recover and still have to do my job? With all those shitty bureaucrats breathing down my neck, observing my every move?"
"It's what you deserve," Rumi sputtered out. "Asshole."
Deku's grimace shifted, turning into an amused expression. "No, of course you don't. But I'll give you some idea." Reaching down, he unzipped his expensive trousers and pulled out…
THWAP!
An audible clap filled the room as Mirko felt something big, thick and heavy land on her asscheeks. Slowly trailing downwards, her red eyes practically bulged out of her head as she saw just what she was feeling.
Rumi was used to Deku's cock by now (at least, as used as a woman could be) after having fucked and sucked a number of them, but the one laid on top of her like a display put them all to shame. It was larger, denser, more angry than any of the other dicks she had experienced before. Its red colour burnt like a log that had been pulled out of a fire as its veins bulged from how much blood was being pumped into it. No humanoid alive should have a cock like that, not something that would put the entire male species to shame. It was no longer a man's penis, an organ made for sexual reproduction. No, this was a weapon. And it was made to ruin a woman, all women, including her.
And from the glint in his eyes told her he realised she knew that too.
"Now then," he resumed, "shall we begin?" Reaching forward, he grabbed two massive handfuls of her caramel fat ass, his fingers sinking deep into her doughy behind as the flesh splayed between his fingers, and he pulled them apart, exposing her untouched puckered hole to him.
Completely frozen, the unshakeable Mirko couldn't will her body to move at all, only able to let out a fearful yelp as she felt his head rub against her virgin asshole.
"D-Don't" she stuttered out. She would have hated to hear how weak her voice and resolve sounded, her body betraying her yet again, but in that moment she didn't care. All she wanted to do was not get fucked by his massive cock.
Izuku smiled at her, the last look of virtue and pity he had.
"No."
WHAM!
"Oh fuuuUCK~!!!~"
The athletic woman screamed out as he rammed his entire huge cock into her ass, not stopping until he was completely sheathed inside of her! Rumi gasped as she felt his heavy swollen balls slap against her abused pussy lips, craning her head up to the ceiling as her jaw went slack and her eyes bugged out, struggling to contain herself and the strain on her body as something bigger than her arm was shoved inside her.
"Oh-Oh God!!" she cried as she felt him inside her. Even though Midoriya wasn't moving his hips, each time his cock pulsed and jolted she felt it resonate throughout her entire body, like waves, but each shock triggered all of the pleasure centres in her brain, causing another orgasm to ripple through her, squirting all over the man's waist and thighs.
"Fuck, you're so fucking tight, you bunny whore," Izuku growled, his teeth clenching together as her ass clenched down on his shaft like it would never let go. He watched as she tried to crawl away off of him, but he wouldn't allow that, grabbing hold of her waist and dragging her back down, causing her to cream herself again. "But this ass hasn't been punished nearly enough," he swiped his hands on her shelf-like buttcheeks, making the beautiful flesh wobble and jiggle deliciously, "so then…"
"Let's make you behave."
Grabbing hold of her wrists, Izuku pulled Mirko's arms behind her back as he thrust into her with complete abandon, holding nothing back against the short-stacked coney, leaving her helpless to only gasping and moaning. Every thrust brought her to near-orgasm as her entire body became sensitive to his touch. She yelped and cried out as she came over and over again, completely unable to hold in her euphoria. He slammed into her fit body.
"Oh! Oh fuck! Oh fuck! I'm c-coming again! Please! My ass! You're splitting my - ah-ass in half!!!~"
The Demon Prince of Japan chuckled as the stubborn heroine's voice went up in pitch. Reaching forward, he grabbed a handful of her silky white hair and tugged her backwards, even as his thrusts pushed her body away from his, forcing her to look into his eyes.
"You - mmngh - like that, don't you, you - gah - bunny slut?"
Mirko tried to spit something back, but couldn't get a single word out from all of her wanton moans. It was bad enough that she was cumming her brain out as he fucked her relentlessly, but it was absolutely humiliating for him to see her expression in such a state, eyes wide and tongue lolled out, saliva pouring down her jaw in a perfect ahegao.
"Yeah, you do."
She didn't know how long he pounded her in that position, her mind blanking over and completely lost to the overwhelming perverted pleasure, before he let go, making her face fall flat on the pillow in front of her. But it didn't take long before he reached down and grabbed hold of her legs, pulling them until they were locked in the crux of his arms and his fingers linked behind her head, putting her in a full nelson. He pulled out until only his engorged head remained sheathed in her rectum letting the entire room see her in this embarrassing position.
Oh shit, if he fucked her like this, then there was no way she would hold on. She would… she would….
"Oh fffffuuuck yoouuuu!!"
The truth was, it was actually worse, as Izuku's pistoned in and out of her with such brutality, she was feeling him slam so hard into her that she was sure her organs were being shifted. Rumi howled in bliss as her ass was completely wrecked, throwing her head back into his shoulder as she practically spouted like a fountain for all to see. Each thrust upwards made her luscious breasts bounce so hard, she was sure they would slap her chin.
SLAM! SLAM! SLAM!
"Ah! Ahha! Nnhh! Oh GOD!"
It seemed that Midoriya had found a weak spot that the anal virgin didn't even know she had, as he hammered against it intentionally, making her mind go blank and see spots. She could hear her thick bum smack and bounce against his waist with an audible clap each time, her fat ass probably being the only reason her hips hadn't broken already.
"Fuck, you're - mmgh - incredible, Mirko," Izuku groaned loudly, grabbing hold of her thighs, appreciating just how big and strong they were, no doubt capable of squeezing a watermelon until it broke. "I always wanted - ngh - to do this."
It was true, the absolute lock her ass had around his cock was indescribable, easily up there with some of his best girls. He wasn't sure he could stop even if he wanted to.
"Don't… Don't…"
Midoriya's ears perked up. "What's that?"
"Don't stop!"
And there it was. The final facade, the very last wall of defence she had, shattered. The sensation was too much to fight, even for her. Her body was on fire. And she could no longer deny it.
"Fuck! Yes! Yes! Fuck me - ahhn - harder! You're making me cum so - fuuuuucking much!"
"Harder? Is that what you - nngh! - want?"
"God yes! It's too good! I love your - oh fuck - fat dick!"
"You like that you, you little - ggrn - butt slut?"
"Yes! I do! I love it! Ah! Aah! I'm your bunny butt slut! Ahn! So don't you - dare - stop!!~❤️~"
Her words were like music to his ears. Feeling his already-inflated ego swell even bigger than before, Izuku decided to obey the ex-Pro Hero, going balls deep into her ass again and again and again, turning her into a depraved, submissive toy for his pleasure who moaned as his heavy balls slapped against her pussy like a drum.
THWAPTHWAPCLAPTHWAPCLAP!!!
The rutting pair were so lost in their sexual embrace, they completely lost track of how much time had passed, Izuku having lost himself completely to the effects of his own enhanced quirk. But even he couldn't continue forever as he felt his cock swell and his testicles churn.
With a deep-throated growl, he released a deluge of hot, virile spunk, coming deep inside the fit woman's ass, effectively painting her guts a different colour. All Mirko could do was moan and squeal uncharacteristically, loving the feeling of him filling her up with his jizz. No doubt about it, if he had instead decided to release that all in her womb, she would undoubtedly fall pregnant, not that she would have minded.
After holding that position for a full minute, riding out the high as he finished pumping her, the villain lay the fucked-out heroine back on the ground, resting her head on the pillow beneath her. However, the position left her ass up - face down as her gaping asshole leaked down her thigh.
"Holy… Holy… shit," the verdanette panted, barely able to stand still. "It's been a… long time since I've… gone all out like that on… one person. You truly are in a league… above others, Rumi."
All he got from the Rabbit Hero was an incomprehensible gurgling, as the woman was too fucked silly to give a proper response. But despite the lack of words, he could tell that using her actual name made her happy.
"I need a breather," he sighed. "You should get one too."
"So then," a similar voice spoke up. "Still think you can hold out?"
Over on the bed, those words were spoken to the very last person in the room who wasn't openly enjoying themselves. Itsuka Kendo was laid down on her side, having gotten the full viewing experience of seeing her mentor and one of the people she looked up to most in the world, someone who she thought was unbreakable, succumbed to her lust, turning into a mammal in heat.
But that wasn't all, as it was impossible to maintain her own stoic resolve for two reasons.
Stripped of her entire heroic attire, she had to deal with two people who wouldn't leave her body alone for an instant. Behind her, the man she loathed most was kissing and nibbling at her neck and shoulders while his hands played across her body, one hand having slid underneath her body and was kneading and squeezing her sizeable bust, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh as he held on tight.
However, that wasn't the worst, as between her legs, the beautiful ravenette was attacking her pussy with indecent abandon, her tongue gracefully tracing her puffy labia while her fingers worked their magic, pumping in and out of her with the skill one would come to expect of the heroine Creati.
Only she knew all of Itsuka's weak spots, knowing just where to touch her, where to curl her fingers and at what tempo to make the redhead squirm. And Momo was more than eager to make up for lost time.
As a result, the indomitable Itsuka felt herself turning into putty in their care, her body shifting and writhing at the slightest touch. She bit down hard on her lower lip to muffle the high-pitch grunts and moans exuding from her, but that wasn't a success. Especially not as she felt herself grind up against Deku's broad-shouldered and chiselled form. Even from this position she could feel just how easily his body could overshadow and dominate over her own.
This was especially true as she felt his huge cock being rubbed between her thighs.
"Mmn, I've missed this," Momo said, giving another lick of her long tongue. "You taste sho good~"
"Momo, s-stop-"
"And smell it, too," Deku added, taking a long whiff of her beautiful ginger hair. "Smells very floral. And expensive. Did she buy this for you?" Whatever it was, he could feel it make his dick stiffen even more, raising it so that it began to prod her pussy from below. He could feel her shiver against him as he rubbed the length of it against her folds.
"D-Don't say thaaat," Itsuka said, hating how her words seemed to slur. She couldn't help it, as every touch against her seemed to make her body hotter and hotter, wanting to give in. She couldn't deny that she was getting massively turned on from the experience.
"Aw, I almost forgot how cute you are when you get like this," Momo said, raising her head up to look at them, her mouth covered in Itsuka's juices. "There's no need to be so embarrassed. I know you like it." She raised an elegant finger to her mouth and sucked on it. "Look how soaked you are."
"That's only w-when you say them, not h-him." Although the martial artist could feel her vision begin to blur, she did her best to meet her old flame's eyes. "W-Why are you helping him like thi-iiiiss?"
Momo merely smiled. "Because we want to make you feel good, baby," she said, rubbing her thumb along the other woman's firm clit, earning her a shudder. "Believe me. You've never felt anything like this." Reaching down, she grabbed hold of her lover's huge length and smacked it lightly against Itsuka's lower lips, creating a light slapping sound.
"T-There's no possible way that can be tru-uuueeee!" Kendo's voice suddenly jumped in pitch as Izuku sneakily twisted one of her stiff pink nipples. "Stop that!"
The Deku grinned at her, enjoying the obvious lie. Despite her words and impressive composure, she had already orgasmed a few times. "Well, Kendo, if you don't believe us, how about a little game?"
"A game?" 'Seriously, what the hell is this - mmph - bastard thinking?'
"Uh-huh," he nodded. "The rule is simple. Hold on. If you can make it through the entire night without breaking, you can go home and your break-in will be forgiven. I'll even let Momo leave with you."
At that, Itsuka perked up. Could… Could he be telling the truth? She had heard stories from moles in the underworld that, despite his ruthlessness, Izuku Midoriya had a noble streak. That he still tried to act like a gentleman (a fact she called bullshit on), but nonetheless…
She looked down at the bestial cock between her thighs, gulping as it throbbed against her. "It won't fit."
"Don't worry, it will." The verdanette said that fact so matter-of-factly, she couldn't help but take it as truth. "A lot of women had that same thought, but they all took it in the end. Right, Momo?"
Momo, who had been suckling against his bulbous head, nodded, a hum from her mouth full signalling her affirmation.
Looking up, Itsuka scanned the room; to the virtuous and brave heroines whom she both looked up to and was proud to stand alongside against evil. Now all ten of them (plus an inventor) had been reduced to moaning, sensuous creatures in a heat of lust and desire, addicted to a villain and willing to do anything for his and their own pleasure.
Even Setsuna, who was the most vocally-antagonistic towards Deku and the HRD, was now stripped naked of her scaly purple costume and bent over the side of a desk, her firm butt covered in red hand marks as another clone of the young man hammered into her. But even as she was taken from behind, she used her quirk to twist her torso around 180 degrees, allowing her to wrap her arms around his broad shoulders as she shoved her tongue down his throat.
'It's a trap. It's a trap. It's a trap!' Itsuka chanted to herself. 'Come on, Kendo. Don't be a fucking idiot.'
But even as she thought it, she looked and the sight of her lover diligently and loving shoved more of that obscene dick down her throat, it hurt her heart. She couldn't let this continue.
"...Fine."
Itsuka couldn't see it, but she could feel it, as Izuku's aura suddenly flared up excitedly behind her. An instinctual part of her knew that she had just made a mistake by gambling with the devil, but it was too late to
Reaching down, Izuku hooked a hand underneath Itsuka's knee and pulled her leg upwards into the air, making her gasp as her raw pussy was completely exposed.
"Don't worry, Itsuka," he said, positioning his cock so that it was just before her dripping entrance. "We're going to have a lot of fun together."
Itsuka gritted her teeth, preparing herself to be painfully penetrated, but stopped as she felt movement nearby as Momo lay down next to her. Behind her, another Deku copy yanked her leg up as he sawed his own dick across her needy pussy.
"Momo, what-?"
"Sorry, Itsuka, but I - mmph - just realised I - reeeaaaally - wanted to share this moment with you," the beautiful ravenette cooed. "Also I haven't had sex yet and I need it badly, right Master?"
"Of course, Moo-Moo," the man behind her said, reaching upwards and sinking his hand into one of her massive milky tits, the funbag too large to fit in his hand. "I swear, I need to get you into a sexy cow bikini soon. Both you and Mel."
Hearing that idea, Momo signalled her approval by excitedly rubbing her fat rump against his pelvis.
Itsuka could feel her patience waning. "Just… just get it over with, you fuck-aaaAAHHHH!!"
"OOOOHHHH!!!❤️~"
Both women threw their heads back and screamed as the men slammed into them, creating a mixed sound of pain and pleasure! Itsuka felt her vision darken slightly from the sudden penetration, as if her mind couldn't comprehend the sensation. But she didn't have time to comprehend it at all, as her Midoriya pounded her from behind, plunging deep inside of her wildly.
"Oh! Oh! Oh fUcK!!"
'H-How the hell is he - ah! - doing this?' she thought to herself. She bit down hard on her bottom lip as her cunt stretched out more than she ever thought possible. 'My body's on fire! It fucking hurts but - ooh - it just feels too good! I don't think I can - gah, cumming!'
The confused woman's body seized up as an orgasm rippled through her, causing her eyes to leak just as much as her pussy. She didn't want to admit to him or herself just how good it felt, or that she felt she was close to another one so soon afterwards. After all, she had been exposed to Pheromones the longest without a proper dicking, and now it was all hitting her. Hard.
"Oh! Oh fuck! Yes! Ah! Harder! Please, fuck me harder!!"
But where Itsuka was trying her best to keep her composure, Momo was the complete opposite. In a mirrored position to her old lover, she was giving in to her depravity, her entire body bouncing as Izuku pounded her roughly, the force causing her large melons to jiggle wildly. Her mouth was open in an erotic O-shape as her tongue lolled out and her eyes rolled back in her head. No one would have ever thought that the daughter of the dignified daughter of the Yaoyorozu family could ever behave in such a way, but Momo didn't care at all. It had been a long time for her since she last got a taste of her Master's cock and she wasn't about to hold back any longer.
"Yes! Right there! Don't stop! It feels - ahh! - so good! Keep going, Izuku!! I gonna… gonna… AhhAA!!"
Momo shrieked as she orgasmed openly, throwing her head back into his pecs as her fingers clenched and unclenched the bedsheets, her eyes rolling backwards in an outright shameless display. Her pussy squirted around his dick, as if she was a backed-up dam waiting for release, as Izuku continued to thrust sideways into her.
"Fuck, you're tight!" Izuku growled, feeling her lovely silky inner walls clamp down hard as she came. "Your pussy always feels so nice. Good girl, Moo-Moo."
Momo said nothing, still overwhelmed from such a powerful orgasm after so long, but languidly nodded in response, letting out a low moan in relief as her lover slowed down his thrusts, letting her ride out her high.
"Huh… huhh… so… so biiig."
Next to her, a sweaty Itsuka was panting, looking completely dishevelled as if she had just run a marathon. But internally she was even worse. Throughout the entire night, she could feel his quirk work its way into her, like tentacles creeping through her entire system. She felt that her will was barely being held together, as if a single thread was tying an island to the shore. And that thread was at its limit.
Just like Momo, she was gracefully given an opportunity to recover, but she wasn't sure how much that would help.
'H-How is this - mmh - possible? I should be stronger than this! But… But he's just too much! Holy shit, how is he still this - ooh - hard?'
"I know, right?"
At that soft voice, Itsuka tiredly looked towards the more contented Momo. "He's just so incredible, Itsuka. I've missed this feeling so much." She scooted over closer to the redhead, her Izuku still clinging onto her, until the two women were face-to-face. From this close up, Itsuka could see the love and lust in Momo's beautiful dark eyes. She wasn't sure if it was the lack of oxygen, but she could swear she saw tiny hearts in Momo's irises. "That's why I wanted to - nngh - share this experience with you." Her voice was practically a purr. "And now that you're here, there's so much I've got planned~❤~"
And with those words, Momo grabbed Itsuka by her side ponytail and pulled her head in, crashing their soft lips in another heated embrace, her tongue darting in and claiming ownership over Kendo's moist cavern.
At the same time, the heroine's Deku used that exact moment to plough into her, deeper than ever before, that his cock smashed through all defences and slammed against her cervix, stuffing her entire tight cunt in one go.
With these two moves, the fire raged, the dam burst, and the thread snapped.
"OOOooohhh!!!~♥~!"
In a loud, throaty tone, Itsuka's moan of absolute euphoria echoed across the room as she practically orgasmed instantly. But this time, she didn't fight it, instead revelling in the sensation.
Long, powerful thrusts penetrated the martial artist's cunt, finding her sweet spot and slamming into it again and again and again. Itsuka was completely defenceless to him, her mind going blank from each successive orgasm as she was fucked raw by the villainous stud.
Itsuka Kendo knew that she was acting like a lewd bitch in heat, moaning and squealing as her pussy was ravaged, the audible sound of Izuku's hips clapping against her redding firm bum filling the room. She knew what a humiliating spectacle this was for her. But there was just one thing:
She. Didn't. Care.
"Ah! Ahh! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me! It's so - fucking - good!"
Momo giggled at the display, leaning closer to her lover. She hooked a finger underneath the broken-in heroine's chin and lifted it up so their eyes met. Yaoyorozu's dark eyes stared deeply into Kendo's glazed over green ones.
"Do you like that, you little slut?~"
"Yes! Momo! I love it! I love you! He's so biiiigg!!"
"I'm so glad to hear that! I love you too, Itsuka. Just like I love Izuku. And now, the three of us can have so much fun!"
And with that, Momo lunged her head forward, continuing their heated liplock. Only this time, Itsuka didn't fight it, instead reciprocating with the passionate ferocity that had been building inside of her the entire night as well as since the last time they had kissed. She rammed her tongue into Momo's mouth, savouring her sweet taste as much as possible.
The two sexy women moaned into each other, their tongues weaving and dancing like a pair of slippery eels, each one trying to overpower the other.
At the pair's french kiss, as if they shared the same mind, the two Izukus took this as a sign and thrust into their women simultaneously, ploughing into their fit and tantalising bodies at a steady yet intense rhythm
"Fuuuck, she's tight!" grunted Momo's Deku, lifting her leg up higher so that he could reach even deeper.
"You're telling me," the other responded, "This one's clamping down so hard, I think she - mmh - wants to milk me dry."
"Well then," the first grinned. "Let's give them what they want."
And with that, they held nothing back, slamming in and out of the two slutty heroines with as much power as they could. The two, who had been so absorbed with the other's mouth, broke into a cacophony of moans and squeals as they're poor ussies were mercilessly ravaged. The two had tears pouring down their faces as they were stretched to their absolute limit, their organs feeling as if they were shifting from just how much cock meat they were having to take.
All around them, sweat, drool and bodily fluids were flung from them in a perverse, sloppy exhibit that no decent person could imagine. It was as if they were trying to enact a scene from the Circle of Lust itself. The two clones were less men and more unstoppable beasts whose desire and appetite for feminine flesh could not be satisfied.
Lurching forward, they rammed the two with such intensity, their bodies pushed forward and pressed against each other, the only thing cushioning them was Momo's massive milkers pressed against them. All over, hands roamed to squeeze and grope any part of a body that bounced or jiggled wildly. And through it all, the sound of flesh slapping against sweaty flesh reverberated as the bed shuddered so much, some thought it would break underneath the strain.
THWAPTHWAPTWAPCLAPTHWAP!!!
But, like all things, it had to end eventually.
"Fuck, I can't - ggah - take much more!" groaned Itsuka's Deku, feeling his balls churn and dick throb painfully.
"Same," the other cried. "Gonna - ahhn - cum!"
With that, the two sheathed themselves entirely within their women, slamming against the opening of their wombs, before releasing their entire loads, stuffing their pussies filled with hot cum.
Both Itsuka and Momo's eyes rolled back as their bodies shuddered at the sensation. Every one of their muscles tensed and their toes curled in pleasure, holding onto bed sheets for dear life. This continued for a full minute, before the two clones pulled out of them with an wet *plop*
"God, that was… that was…" the first Izuku panted, completely lost for words.
"Yeah… it was…"
"So gooood…" Momo moaned, reaching down and rubbing her stomach, feeling all of his essence inside her.
"Mmmhhh. I feel… so full…" Itsuka whined, her head lolling all over the place, staring at nothing in particular. Anyone could see that the veneer of the righteous Battle Fist had been completely wiped away, leaving only a fucked-silly ginger. That was all she was able to do before she rolled over onto her side, passing out completely, but with a happy smile.
Off to the side, an Izuku, the original Izuku, looked on, smiling as the last holdout finally succumbed to her desire. He would let her rest, for now.
Seated in a chair at the side of the room, glass of water in hand, he looked on at the hedonistic evince before him, whether it was Mt Lady and Midnight in another gangbang-off, Camie being pulled over a lap and spanked like a naughty schoolgirl, Pixie-Bob pinning down a copy and riding him in a ferocious cowgirl, Ragdoll displaying her lewdest ahegao as she was taking it up the backdoor for the first time, Melissa trying her best to give a tittyfuck as her poor pussy and ass were given a break, Rumi now taking five cocks at once, Ryukyu's back being pressed against the glass, or Setsuna being fucked in a full nelson and exhibited for all to see.
He could even hear the sounds of the shower turned on in the bathroom mixed with Mandalay's howls.
For a moment, Izuku revelled in it, having stopped releasing Pheromones a long time ago and instead allowing everyone to act on their primal urges. In this room, this sanctum, he had found nirvana.
But for a moment, he was pulled out of this as a pair of arms wrapped around him. He didn't need to turn around to see who it was as the sharp sensation of their fangs on his ear was a dead giveaway.
Leaning closer, he felt Himiko's hot breath on him as she huskily whispered,
"Happy birthday, Izuku~"