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"Wake up,"
Mistuki jolted herself awake, looking around to try and gain her bearings. Realizing several things, she quickly tried to cover her nude form. "Don't bother," Finally processing the room around her, she turned to the source of the voice. Izuku was leaning back in his seat, impassively staring at her.
"You, what did you do to me?!"
"Oh a little of this, a little of that," He waved a hand flippantly, "Tell me Mitsuki, how old am I?"
"Wh-, you're eighteen you little,"
"Wrong, I'm twenty,"
"W-, but, how,"
"What do you remember?" Silence reigned for several seconds,
"I, I remember Katsuki,
"Katsumi," He corrected patiently,
"Was kidnapped by the League and I confronted you in your office about not doing enough,"
"And subsequently blaming me for her disappearance, then crawling under my desk to give me a blowjob, before letting me have my way with you and dutifully swearing loyalty to me as a Royal Toy," Lazily his eyes flicked over to her before inspecting his nails, "Oh you can stop covering yourself Mitsuki, I've seen you nude a hundred times before now, they should be coming to mind any moment now,"
"Y-you little perv!"
"Side note, do you know the current powers that be?"
"Th-the government, and the UN and,"
"Wrong once more, you see I'm King not of just Japan, but also the world, I am the power that be, come now Mitsuki, surely your memory isn't that bad,"
"I, I, I," A light came to life behind her eyes and the memories finally broke to the surface. "Y-you!"
"Mitsuki, I could let you leave right now, you could tell the best police on the other side of the world, but nobody would care, not because of my influence, but because of your reputation,"
"Wh-what did you do?"
"It wasn't difficult if I can be honest," He grinned spinning in his chair slowly, "Once Katsumi went missing you joined the PSA to try and look like you were helping to improve your image, once we went public with our relationship, the scorned, jealous peers we went to Alderra with began spilling her secrets, our previous interactions, it forced Katsumi into a corner, I organized a public conference and we addressed everything, once the news broke about your abusive attitude you quit your job at the PSA, people hunted you down, without my instruction, somehow they managed to find the dummy house I sent you to occupy without needing any nudging, quickly you 'fled' and hid with a group of the retro-traditionalists that were bordering on domestic terrorists, PSA busts you with a dozen of them and now we're at the interesting part," Getting from his seat he slowly began walking around.
"You see my justice system, like many isn't perfect, but it does have the lowest amount of re-offenders against any other system," He gestured with one hand as the other rest behind his back. "We take away their ability to re-offend, the mentally ill get treatment or incarceration depending on how serious their affliction is, sadistic murders get put in a solitary cell with no connection to the outside world until they waste away, robbers who steal for kicks get financial punishments and are added to watch lists, sexual deviants was the biggest reaction but the people accepted it,
"We as a species require genetic diversity, simply removing genes from the pool isn't a good stratagem for the long, long term of the people, especially when regional populations can fluctuate to near extinction or overpopulation, it borders on eugenics quite frankly but we sterilize those with a genetic predisposition to commit crime of any nature, to offset that, those whose offense if sexual in nature are considered 'templates' or 'donors' and are effectively farmed for their genetics, it was a very dangerous thing to implement but eventually the people supported it, in part thanks to the people supporting me knowing victims or being victims of sexual crimes themself,"
"Where does this leave me?"
"Ah, that's the best part you see, your crime was abuse and psychological torture, along with conspiracy to commit terrorism, but by public demand my firecracker was put in charge of your punishment, she decided that since you were so.... obsessed with sex being between straight married hetero-couples you should suffer a sentence as if your crime was a sexual one, not that she announced such to the public, just that she would give you the punishment you deserved,
"So it was decided that you'd be the Royal Slut, acting as an official stress relief for the King and his Court, or me and my wives, is it coming back yet?" Mitsuki put a hand to her head as the memories truly flooded back. "Good, you are remembering,"
"What, what did you do to me?"
"I reprogrammed you, working with one of my now wives, we uninstalled your unlikable characteristics and replaced them with more... desirable traits," He smirked dangerously, "Of course I take it you remember the office? When I had you with your panties in your mouth and my cum on your face? Do you remember what I said back then?" Her face began paling. "Something along the lines of... ruining your holes, well, as it turns out, Garaki's Nomu don't need genetic diversity but he does have a few experiments he wants to run, asked if I could help him get the right kit, but why do that when I have the perfect thing, not only can it help grow the Nomu but it also doesn't need more genetic material to make them, I'm talking about you Mitsuki," Standing over her, he put a hand under her chin and forced her to look up at him. "Issue is I'm not big on sharing my things, so I'm faced with a conundrum, either I give you to Garaki and never think of you again, or I give him an adequate substitute and continue using you,
"I think I'll put it to you Mitsuki, I mean if you can't satisfy me then you're of more use as Garaki's Nomu incubator, obviously we'd have a quirk to increase gestation, make sure you can pump out the Nomu fast enough, but I digress, you need to prove to me that you are worth more as my toy if you want to not end up a literal broodmare," His face darkened, "Now I won't tell you how long you have, nor will I give you a criteria, after all what good is a toy I need to give instructions to?" Mitsuki trembled lightly, "But you can get to work whenever you want," He let go over her chin and walked over to his seat.
Immediately she followed him, kneeling in front of his chair and undoing his fly. His erect cock sprung from its confines and she flinched at its size. One hand tentatively reached out to try and hold it. It took several second for her to overcome her shock, but when she did, Mitsuki lifted her head and gently guided the tip to her waiting mouth. Izuku ran a hand through her ash blonde hair as she began to bob up and down a quarter of his length. The rooms third occupant finally spoke, "That was hot," Katsumi leant over the desk to kiss him before observing her mother. "But you didn't mean that did you? Make all the Nomu my half-siblings?"
"Oh, no, no I'd never do that to you my firecracker, if I was going to, I'd give Garaki Cumbucket, but again she'd have to prove she's better suited to being a Nomu production facility," He grunted every three or so words, the gurgled choking of Mitsuki echoing through the room. "I just needed a test subject to see if I could use Shifune's quirk and mine at the same time,"
"And what's the verdict?" His lips pressed against her cherry red pair,
"Her alterations are completely undone, this is the same Mitsuki that you knew before you moved out," The red eyes meeting his hardened, "Before you do anything, please remember she's, trying to prove her worth right now,"
"Worth? This slut? Please,"
"Any changes you want to reinstall?"
"A few," Izuku nodded as he tightened his hold on Slut's hair.
"Mitsuki, do you recognize the woman next to me?" Pulling her off his prick, her mouth began to move in answer before her face when blank. "No matter your mental state, when asked what you are, you will always answer a pathetic little slut," The light returned to her eyes and he shoved his dick back into her mouth. "What are you?"
"A ha-heht-hic," She began only to trail off with a brainless look on her face. Izuku continued to use her throat as he spoke.
"You obey every command given to you by the King or a Queen, you address the King as your highness and a Queen as mistress," Spit began covering the length he could force into her mouth. Katsumi leaned in and began whispering in his ear, "You will not cum until given permission by the King or a Queen, you will cum when the King or a Queen demands you do," Mitsuki didn't respond, only slurping around him. "Each time you attempt to insult the King or a member of his Court you will instead degrade yourself," Leaving it at that, he felt her pause for a moment before resuming her efforts. Katsumi pulled on his jaw to kiss him across his desk. Her hand began to caress his face, lightly moaning into their liplock. Somewhere along the line, she began to crawl onto his desk. Mitsuki slobbered over his prick, getting further and further down each time.
"Y'know," Katsumi muttered against his lips, "I think this is one of the very few times you can get away with saying you're fucking my mom,"
"I thought you loved the idea o-," Izuku pulled away, only to be silenced by a finger.
"The idea yes, but in practice," She closed in again, one hand resting over his to further choke Mitsuki, "The more time you spend fucking her, the less time you spend fucking me," Suddenly his head was turned by her grip on his chin, he watched the blonde MILF swallowing his dick, leaving red lipstick marks at each level she reached. Katsumi's breath was hot on his ear as she whispered seductively, "It's certainly a brilliant view, go on, cum down her throat, drown her in your hot... sticky.... cum," Nibbling at his earlobe, she softly teased him further. "Then show this slut how a Queen gets fucked, show her just how nasty the King can be,"
"Ngh,"
"Are you close? The idea of slamming me on this desk and making her watch? Do you like thinking about that with her lips around your massive, hard, cock?"
"Kat, nh, sumi,"
"Do it, I want to see her face as you feed her for the next two days, fill her up like a cheap condom, do it Izuku," Her lips latched onto the area behind his ear they now called his 'quick release'. The orgasm rippled up his spine as his arm flexed, pushing Mitsuki to the base of his prick. White spots floated around his vision as she slowly went red faced between his legs. Katsumi didn't let him look away, even as he groaned and tried tilting his head back. Only when Mitsuki retreated, coughing and spluttering did she let go. Her face inches from his, she smiled, "Feeling better?" Her confident smirk disappeared when Izuku growled quietly. In a flash he'd stood from his chair and managed to flip Katsumi from all fours onto her back. Leaning over her, his teeth bared as his hungry eyes met hers. A finger ran under her skirt and traced her folds through her panties, before hooking them to one side. Penetrating with an ease only he could have, he watched his firecracker's face change as he slowly sheathed himself balls deep.
"Slut, get up off the floor,"
"I'm not a slut you b- I'm a little whore... I mean you st- I'm just worthless fuckmeat... wh-wha-?"
"Didn't you listen Slut?" Izuku tutted as Katsumi groaned, "Whenever you try to insult me or my Court, you'll just end up degrading yourself, now be a good Slut and shut up, you'll only speak when spoken to," He began pulling out slowly, getting his wife to wrap her arms around his back. "As I was saying, now you're up, move to a good vantage point, watch as I give your daughter the fucking you pray for,"
"Wh- daugh... you mean my fa- I'm a useless cunt,"
"I told you to shut up Slut, just because you can't do it, does not mean I will tolerate you trying to insult my loves," Groaning, he lowered his head to Katsumi's shoulder, peppering it with kisses. "Fuck, I love you babe,"
"I, mhn, love you... too, k-keep, goh-ing,"
"Slut, take a permanent marker from, from the sta, stationary pot, write unique messages all, all over your body, ffuck, wr-write instructions, on, on how to, to use, a, a Slut like you!" Even through his layers of clothing, he could feel Katsumi's fingers digging into his back, "Oh, shit, K-katsumi," He kissed her passionately, tongues swirling together as she moaned into his mouth.
"D-don't, stop, Izuku, p-please," Curling her back, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders to help lift herself up. "J-juh-just k-keep, fuhcking me," The request was unneeded, he was more than happy to continue on. Occasionally his eyes moved to the lone woman stood by the desk. Mitsuki was using a hand mirror to write backwards across her body. He didn't bother to read the messages, the waterproof marker meant they'd stay there for a while anyways. Turning his attention back to his writhing wife, he gently bit her bottom lip. Her eyes scrunched closed as he held onto her hips, each motion brought a moan to her lips as he could feel her pussy constrict around him. His fingers began digging in through her clothing, pressing into her flesh. The heat in their cores had nothing to do with their layers as the desk shifted underneath them.
"Ka, Katsumi, babe, I... I have work," She silenced him with a needy kiss.
"W-what y-you hah~ve, i..is a wuh, wife that ne-EE-eds, y-your atten, attention, work can, wait," One hand fisted his hair, nearly pulling it, "N~now, f-focus up ahnd, fuck me!" Grinning madly he thrust hard until he was entirely sheathed inside her cunt. A lone trail of saliva ran down the corner of her mouth as her eyes began rolling. The pulsing of his cock and the heat from the rounds filling her womb triggered an orgasmic shuddering shock up her spine. After a few moments she could feel her distending abdomen full of his seed. "G-huh," Anything she planned to say quickly died as he nuzzled into her neck, purring softly into her ear.
"You're right, work can wait, I think I need to take my time with this, let the lesson sink in," Already hard again, he slowly began rolling his hips against her abused lips. Katsumi weakly looked into his eyes.
"T-two years, you'd, thi~nk, I would've, learned by now," Preening lightly as he kissed her cheek, she predicted his next words and spoke them at the same time,
"Don't tell the King what to do,"
"Something tells me it's less about the theory, more the practice," The hand not lost in his curls rest on his neck,
"Maybe, but if this is the practical lesson, we can study all day," Another chaste kiss,
"I'm more than happy to oblige," As they continued, both forgot entirely about the whimpering Mitsuki watching them, helplessly masturbating to try and achieve even a fifth of her daughter's ecstasy.
"How are you coping? Both of you? I understand the transition effects you both differently and if there is anything the PSA can do to help, let me know," He sat in a rather comfortable arm chair, ankle resting on his knee. "The tea is lovely by the way,"
"Thank you, you have ready give place to alive," A redhead spoke in broken Japanese with a smile on her face.
[We can speak in English if that is easier for you Missus Oxton]
[Oh, we're not married] Lena shook her head, [Not yet at least]
[We were going to be] Her partner cringed [But then, y'know...]
[I understand, this has upset a lot of people's lives, taking time to wrap it up in a nice bow is completely reasonable and highly encouraged at this point in time, so um, what, what do I call you?]
[Oh, Emily is fine, Miss Smith if you really need to be formal... Your Highness]
[Ah, Izuku is fine casually, behind closed doors, those titles and whatnot are more public...things, anyway, everyone in the PSA calls me Boss so I can't well tell everybody to call me King, can I?]
[Sorry] Lena lifted a hand [This might seem rude but, how are you so fluent in English?]
[A unique ability]
[You certainly have a lot of those... quirks] He chuckled lightly at Lena's dour sarcasm,
[Oh, no, no you misunderstand, it's called childlike stubbornness, you've read the reports about All Might correct?]
[All... Might?] Emily questioned as Lena nodded slowly,
[It was his exploits in America that taught me English, if only so I could actually understand what was going on, I've been fluent in English since I was.... I want to say eleven? Twelve? Somewhere around there]
[Oh, wow, that's... unexpected]
[So, to get back on topic, how are you both faring?]
[Well, Musutafu is certainly different to London] Emily smiled, [I mean obviously I miss my family but, well it's not like I can't see or talk to them, timezone issues notwithstanding of course, there's so much to explore around here, a new language to learn, which is going about as badly as I expected it to, the apartment is also most certainly nicer than the one back in London, they don't mind if I work from home more often, the commute isn't stressful, even relying on public transport, getting used to the currency is a challenge though, I keep thinking everything is thousands of pounds, when really it only exchanges into like, five pounds, it's been fun I guess, like a mini-adventure, just enough excitement for me to join in with Lena, Overwatch is an entirely different beast I will be leaving to her perverted hands]
[I pinch your bum once] Lena defended herself exasperated.
[Every five minutes] Emily snorted into her drink.
[Bugger off]
[Strange I could've sworn this morning you wanted me to bugger you]
[Emily we have company! Don't call me the pervert and then act like this]
[No, no, by all means continue] Izuku waved a hand, [The wives will tell you, I'm equally as bad if not worse than that] The partners displayed their priorities with different focuses.
[What did you do?] Lean smiled widely,
[Well, she came in while I was working, teased me a little bit and left bow-legged leaving scratch marks on my desk]
[Wives, like plural] Emily ducked her head lightly in confusion, [How does that work?]
[Firstly allow me to clarify, polyamory and bigamy are legal the world over in this age, have been since the Dawn of Quirks inspired some very pervy and imaginative lawmakers, secondly yes, I have multiple wives, sixty-five as of the last headcount and I adore each of them,"
[S-s-sixty, f-five?!]
[Would you believe me if I said fifteen of them I met after the Fusion?]
[You have fifty wives before? Oh my god.] Emily stared,
[You must be packing some heavy weaponry if that's the case] Lena grinned
[And yet you wonder why I call you a pervert] Just like that, her shock was replaced by exasperation
[I, heh, I actually do carry 'heavy weaponry' as you call is Miss Oxton]
[Just Lena will do, but don't change the subject]
[Lena!] Emily scolded her [You do not ask your guest about his penis, especially when he's also your landlord and boss!]
[It's alright Emily, I don't mind, if you must know Lena, I'm twenty by five, according to several of them, I'm hung like a horse] Lena nearly spat her drink out over the coffee table, only just getting her mug in front of her face in time to prevent the tragedy. Emily had folded her arms as she threw her head back, cackling.
[Oh, oh my god] She wheezed for a moment, [Oh, oh fuck, I, finally someone that can get her back! You don't know how long I've been waiting for this!]
[Ha, haha, good one Izuku, for a minute I nearly believed you] Lena smiled as she recomposed herself, smiling while Emily continued to giggle.
[Believed... you think I'm lying?] Emily sobered up rapidly as heat flew to Lena's face.
[With respect, it's very had to believe your... equipment is over a foot long]
[That's nothing, they decided to perform an experiment not too long ago, shortly before the Super World siege, somehow I gained another five foot in height and roughly the same in length, it capped out at about five-ten, I think,] His mind flashed back to certain images, [It was certainly longer than four foot] Noticeably so, he silently added.
[And it's... it's not the result of some... one of your quirks?]
[No quirk, it's natural, as far as I'm aware anyway] At their confused looks, he continued, [We ran some tests on my physiology oh, just after All Might was fired from UA, a small percentage of my mass comes from All for One holding so many quirks but for the most of, well me]
[And you're an only child?]
[Aside from an adopted older brother, yeah]
[Your mother must be a very happy woman] There was a pause as Izuku paused, unsure whether he wanted to understand the implications when Lena spoke again [Has your father had a vasectomy?] It took a moment for Izuku to overcome the shock of the subject being so bluntly shoved into his face before he answered.
[I do not know]
[Are you an IVF baby?]
[I don't know] His brow furrowed, [Well, I have some answers to go and find after this... illuminating conversation, however you asked to meet because you had a] He was interrupted as his phone buzzed and Lena's wrist communicator crackled. Answering quickly he put it to his ear as Lena tapped her device, putting a finger to her ear.
"All call-signs please respond,"
"King here, what's happening Winston?"
"It's Amelie, something's triggered a relapse, Talon agents have arrived to help her 'escape' all available Overwatch Heroes please rendezvous on her signal!" He stood the same time as Lena did.
"En route," / [On my way] His eyes flicked over to her quizzically, she tapped the wrist band of her device. [Winston has a program, it picks up translations from a word bank he records, so he can send out SOS in all languages at once]
[Smart, well, thank you for having me over Miss Smith, however I'm afraid I must steal your girlfriend away for some rather immediate business, shall we?]
[Right behind ya, sorry about this love]
[It's fine, you go be a hero, I'll have dinner ready for when you get back]
[And I promise I'll come back to enjoy it with you] She pecked her lover on the cheek before running out of the room, Izuku quickly followed her out of the building and hopped onto King's Beast. Lena blinked onto the back and wrapped her arms around his waist. [Hit it!] With a screeching of rubber on tarmac they sped off.
Lena lifted her feet onto the seat before she zipped away, Izuku hit the brakes and began to slide to a halt. A bullet raced just past the visor of his helmet. A group of figures dressed in black armor and helmets had set up a defense around a vehicle. "Winston, talk to me," His communicator came to life,
"I've managed to ground their jet, hopefully I can hold off their systems long enough for you to get her back," As Winston spoke, the King drew Caliburn and deflected three bullets. As the helmet around his head clicked into his cap, Slice launched from his hair as a clump of it was rolled by a third arm into a bullet for Rifle to fire. The three gunmen all went limp and dropped to the floor.
"Better idea," Izuku threw out a hand, Blackwhip writhed towards the machine, growing massively as it did. Both wings were ensnared and crushed before being ripped off entirely. He could hear various voices scrambling for backup as he began approaching the area. "Winston, all Overwatch Agents are to capture Talon operatives, if they resist exterminate with extreme prejudice, then access wider frequencies and let all nearby heroes know to run containment, I don't want one of these fucks getting more than three blocks away," Blackwhip coalesced from his shoulder, quickly turning into Rivet Stab as it grew away, impaling an airborne agent through the mouth.
"Understood King," The hyper-intelligent gorilla responded. Seconds passed as he put out the announcement and a flood of affirmatives came back. "Be advised, a lot of Talon's forces are in the area, Amelie was a valuable asset for them, as was Olivia,"
"But I'm much better at being untraceable," A woman's voice broke into the communications, "I take it King is to thank for that jet being grounded?"
"What off it?" He grunted, head snapping to one side as high caliber bullets ricocheted off his temple, glaring at the Talon agents, he watched them drop their guns and try to flee. Dark Shadow spiraled from his back and raced after all three of them.
"My connection to their systems crashed about the same time you did, whatever, to the jet, so I can't use its systems to into their information,"
"If that's all you need, go through their comm, it's digital enough no?" Danger Sense flared and he reflexively caught a bullet about to enter the back of his head. Olivia, or better known as Sombra, grumbled.
"Fine if you want to be boring about it,"
"Thank you," Izuku grinned slightly before turning around. Infrared found her restored body heat easily and he smirked. "Found you," {My sweet} Breaking into a run, he leapt, spinning in midair. Another bullet missed his side as he flew to the rooftop. Amelie got up and began to run away, him closely behind her. The wire from her grapple fired away and suddenly she was being pulled away to a higher ledge. Seconds after he arrived, eyes widening as Danger Sense blared and he had enough time to look up and catch the object rapidly closing in on him. With both hands he caught the golden fist, heaving as he threw it to one side. {Amelie, snap out of it, you're with Overwatch, in Japan}
[She can't hear you right now, Widowmaker understands our goal, what needs to be done for humanity] The man shook his head, Amelie stood to one side behind him as he seemed to square up to Izuku.
[And what's that big guy?]
[Conflict, humanity only evolves through war, so that's what I'll bring, I'll make them all better through the fight! Criminals and the corrupt will burn for the innocent, the downtrodden,]
[Interesting theory, however you might find the practice a bit harder than a speech]
[How, the criminals masquerading as leaders are always happy to line their pockets, and if they don't well, war comes naturally to the defenders, I'll do it all without even being seen, they will thank a shadow for their growth and I will usher humanity into the next age!] Izuku laughed for a moment,
[What I mean is you'll have a hard time finding them before we do, you're claiming you'll be the next leader, you'll usher in the next stage of our world, somehow you'll be the leader this world needs and you may well believe it, you can say it all the live long day, but there's one small thing, just one small caveat that you haven't realized just yet]
[What's that then?] Izuku's face darkened, eyes aglow with power as he kicked off. He was almost levitating in front of his opponent, frown on his face and a fist reared back. The man's eyes widened as his body tensed and a leg began to slide back for retreat.
[I'm the King here]
And with that he swung. The golden cybernetic arm was lifted and a yellow shield of hexagons had just enough time to unfold into existence. That is, until it was shattered upon contact, Izuku barely even stopped to break the hard-light shield before his fist dug into the metal, cracking and denting it. The man he knew to be Doomfist grunted from the first stage, being knocked off his feet. Then his arm was struck, along with the damage done to it, the force sending it into his body broke four of his ribs. At the apex of the swing, the force of the impact was so much that he was sent flying to the edge of the rooftop. Digging his feet into the surface, he ground to a halt and readied his prosthetic. From his regular fist, a shotgun like spread fired. The King stepped to take the shots and sent Blackwhip out to him. Doomfist, kicked off and circled the pair, trying to outrun the quirk. The massive arm reared back as he slid to a halt, small thrusters below his enhanced elbow making the punch rocket propelled. Hypertrophy and Shock Nullification had Izuku catching the arm with ease. [Bad idea] His enlarged fingers dug into the golden metal, the damage making it spark and creak. Doomfist heaved as one foot was put against his chest and began pushing him away. The cybernetics began to groan as parts of it began to shear. Izuku frowned and lifted his foot away before putting more power into his next kick. Doomfist let out a yell as the robotic arm broke in half, the large fist still caught in Izuku's hand. The forearm had broken into two even pieces, revealing the stump left from his amputation.
[This isn't over] A whirlwind kicked up as another carrier jet hovered at the edge of the building. Doomfist and Amelie began running towards it. Blackwhip ensnared the sniper as she left the ground. Doomfist snarled at him while the aircraft began leaving the area. Once on the ground again, she turned to face him
{Do it then} His eyes met hers and the gun wavered slightly. {Well, take the shot then} Her gun shook lightly, {Here I'll even make it easy} Walking over he watched her take a step back, raising the gun to point at his face. His fingers curled over the top of it before pushing it down, it ended up pressed against his chest, just over his heart.
{Five pounds of pressure} He purred {All you got to do is pull the trigger Amelie, go ahead and do it, c'mon, DO IT!} She flinched, {Prove to me you're beyond help, prove to me you can't be saved, that all the things I did for you were a waste of time, do it, pull the trigger} There was a moment, her faced hardened and the gun stilled for a moment. {C'mon then, you're Widowmaker, make some widows then! Kill me!} In real time he watched as a light grew in her eyes before immediately being overshadowed by a myriad of recognition, shock, fear and anxiety. Her mouth hung open as the gun clattered to the floor, one hand rose to her mouth.
{King, oh my god I'm so}
{It's okay} Gently, he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her against his frame. {It's okay, you're alright}
{I, oh god I didn't}
{No, nobody's dead, Winston had the people retreat, swapped them out with drones and androids, nothing we can't replace} Soothing her gently, he ran a hand up and down her arm. {It's all good} On his chest, the pearl square began to buzz.
"Love, if you're not busy, could you come and help us down here? There's a lot of these assholes resisting arrest," Rumi's voice spoke in his ear. He stepped away from Amelie and grinned down to her.
"Care to cover me?" Amelie smiled. Since her gun had landed on her foot, she lifted her knee sharply and caught it in both hands.
"I'd love nothing more," Together they ran to the edge, she dropped to her knees as he jumped away. Stopping shy of the edge, she was able to lay down and aim towards the ground. Izuku fell at the ensemble of heroes and Talon agents, eyes locking onto Rumi's white hair and signature ears. His feet landed in the back of an agent jumping at her, the crunching of bones echoed down the street as their spine and ribs were shattered.
"I will give you all one warning," His eyes locked onto each individual agent, sporting identical armor and weapons. They filled the oncoming street, all ready to fight. Izuku cracked his neck, getting the vertebrae to pop repeatedly. "Do not," Footsteps echoed as he walked towards the group, "Touch," A hand reared back fingers clicking as he made a claw like gesture, "My," Blackwhip swirled around his fingertips, anticipating release, "Wife!" Flicking his arm forward, he unleashed Blackwhip as Dark Shadow grew from his waist. The avian silhouette went to the right side of the forces as the darker mass began engulfing the left. Blackwhip slid up his arm until it was growing from his shoulder. His now free left hand shifted, pointing his fingertips at the remaining trapped agents. None of them attempted to retreat, instead lifting their guns to aim at him. Izuku only snarled before Rivet Stab launched towards them all. It rapidly grew from only four spears outward, until it resembled a twisted black and red tree. Talon opened fire but too late as their bullets only dinged off the quirk before it impaled the front line. There wasn't time for chaos or panic to spread as the group quickly found itself ripped asunder. Clicking his neck again he withdrew his quirks and left the decimated group for the other heroes and police to organize. Turning to try see Rumi, he saw her beckoning him from an alley.
Immediately making his way over, he grinned as she hooked a hand behind his neck. Making him stoop over, she tiptoed to kiss him. Their height difference was too much to let him pull her body against his, so he settled for digging his fingers into her extremely pliable booty. She moaned lightly against his mouth, pulling her head back slowly. "God you're hot when you get protective," She groaned, breaking the thin trail of saliva connecting their lips. "I love it when you call me your wife,"
"Good thing you are my wife then isn't it?" Softly biting her lower lip, his eyes lit up with a sadistic fire watching her face blush while she squirmed.
"You know what I mean," Rumi whimpered when he let her go. Stepping out of his arms, she looked at him pleadingly, "Don't make me beg,"
"But what if I want you to?" He purred, watching as she bit her lip. Turning her back to him, she met his eye by looking over her shoulder. One hand slid down her back, pinkie hooking under the fabric of her bodysuit, pulling it to one side.
"Please," Looking at her, Izuku felt his trousers tighten and growled lowly. Immediately he grabbed her by her hips and took them to a rooftop far away from the crowds.
As he landed, one hand kept Rumi against him while the other fished his cock from its bindings. She gasped as he lifted her from the floor and pressed his bulbous head against her already slick slit. "Y-you don't, want to, to get naked?" He slowly began lowering her down his length, getting them both to moan.
"T-take too, long," He grunt in response, "Want, you... need, now," Her pussy welcomed him with ease, velvety walls already clamping around him. "Gh, fuck Rumi," A hand was put into his hair as she arched her back.
"You, a-ahrrr-re," As she leant her head back to look up at him, he could see her body distending. Slowly her abdomen bulged out as he pushed more and more of his length into her. Neither hand left her hips, fingers gripping so tight he was going to leave bruises on her caramel skin. Rumi whined as her womb didn't even try and resist his advance, letting him breach with ease. Fire ripped up her spine from the sensation and caused her limbs to tense. When her knees automatically folded, he used Blackwhip to trap her ankles against her thighs. Creation glowed from the backs of his hands before Blackwhip swallowed up the objects. She didn't have time to recognize them before the restraints clicked in place of Blackwhip. Rolling his hips as they met hers, he lowered his head between her ears, breathing heavily. Rumi only whined, fingernails digging into his scalp.
"So, tight,"
"So b-bihg," She responded in kind, breathing matching his. As he looked down, he could almost see a mist coming from her lips. Then he began sliding her up and down his dick, watching her body stretch with each thrust. Every time he pulled away, her cunt tightened around him, trying to stop his escape. The hand not in his hair was used to grope herself through her leotard. It clearly wasn't enough however as she quickly folded her arm to get her thumb under the armhole and pull it. Trapping the fabric in the valley of her cleavage, she put her gloved hand on her exposed breast and rapidly got rough with it. Enthralled at the sight, he continued to watch her play with herself as he pounded her from behind. Though he had been with her over a hundred times in the last two years, and had sex probably more than a thousand times, feeling her pussy lips grip him still felt like seventh heaven. It always would. They were on a rooftop above the commercial district in broad daylight, yet he could only hear her moaning and whimpering for more. They had a view for miles without another human in sight yet all he could see was her becoming putty in his hands. She whined weakly, tilting her head back to kiss his chin. Her bunny ears folded against his chest as he looked down completely to catch her lips, he could taste the arousal on her breath, feel the heat from her core in his grip on her waist. Surprisingly he could hear blood rushing through his ears, despite being needed elsewhere.
Using a few of his quirks, he rolled up his sleeves to grow another pair of arms. The two unoccupied hands quickly got to work, one pushing the other side of her leotard over her sternum to expose her other boob. Rumi quickly understood the message and dropped her hand, letting him massage her breasts, kneading and pawing at the soft tissue. Her hand now rest at the top of her slit, rubbing her clit furiously. Breaking their liplock, he smirked down to her. "Is my bunny in heat?" He teased, using his chin to lift her head and nibble at her sensitive ear.
"Nuh, no~oh," Her eyes crossed lightly as she spoke, "Juh, just, l-like f....f, fucking you, lots,"
"I like, ngh, fucking you, too," He bounced her up and down his cock, losing himself to the thrall of their rutting. The plapping of her uncovered ass against his waist filled the air when he kissed her again. Feeling her pussy beginning to spasm, he knew her orgasm wasn't far away. So he began to pinch at her nipples, pulling them harshly. Rolling them between two fingers while the rest of his digits continued to dig into the doughy flesh. Her own fingers worked her clit desperately, "I, love... you," Rumi opened her mouth in a silent scream. Love didn't just multiply output, it also increased sensitivity. He should know, it'd been used on him a lot after all. His bunny was clearly unprepared for the experience, pink smoke trailing from her skin. Everything in her world turned white as breath continuously escaped her. He gasped suddenly as her walls clamped down with increased power. The arm trailing down her body went limp as the hand in his hair tensed. It wasn't long before his unstopped movement had him on the brink of his own orgasm. As his hot seed pumped into her, Rumi finally found her ability to inhale restored. Her legs shook as she panted, head lolling around.
"I, huh, love, haa, you..too," He felt the familiar thrum of energy the quirk triggered in him and he lifted her delicately off his engorged member. She let out a familiar whine of need as he laid her on the floor. It was quickly replaced by a moan however as he laid himself on top of her and speared his entire length back into her cunt. Both hands flew up to his back but were pulled off by his own. Stretching them above her head, Creation glowed before handcuffs clicked around her wrists.
"You're, off the clock, right?" Speaking between breaths, he watched her nod, "Good," His thrusting began again, welcoming the euphoric feeling of filling Rumi. From his position above her, he used one hand to pin her cuffed wrists, another to abuse her sensitive breasts, while his original two were still to release her hips. Kissing her lips sloppily, he practically shoved his tongue in her mouth. She could only moan into his as her tongue refused to cooperate. Biting her lip as he pulled away only got her to whine. Her hands tried to move when he lowered to her chin, kissing her soft caramel skin. The next noise was louder when he sucked on the side of her neck, then her collar. He left hickeys and bite marks in his wake and only furthered her arousal. Her bound legs tried to move but to no avail, all Rumi could do was lay there and vocally encourage the thorough fucking. Even then most of what left her throat was gibberish.
The sky above them slowly grew to change, no longer did the midday sun hang above them. Too lost in their primal form of lovemaking to notice the time change, they went into the afternoon in their own small world. Izuku's many hands worked Rumi like an instrument ceaselessly, like her body was an orchestra and he was the conductor. Her voice was hoarse from the only use being wordless noises. Her stomach had distended significantly in the time that had passed but their eagerness and desire were yet to extinguish. "Ooh, what's this?" Neither acknowledged Nana's voice, "Miruko, are you okay? Why didn't you call for backup? This guy looks tough," The rabbit hero could only groan coarsely in response.
"Too eager," Izuku grunted out as his bucked in another orgasm.
"She is impatient," They heard the click of her belt buckle and the rumpling of clothing. "Perhaps mister villain, you and I can... settle this in a civilized matter?" Creation glowed in one arm as the others caught the pillow and blanket to comfort Rumi. His bunny smiled lovingly one last time, a whispered,
"Love you," Before she began coming down from the high and closing her eyes to recover. Izuku pulled out and faced Nana with a still erect cock.
"So, how do you-!" Her eyes widened as he stalked over to kiss her, fingers catching the hem of her top and lifting it up to her shoulders. Their lips separated long enough for him to pull the article over her head and toss it over to her leggings and booties. He spied the air condition behind her and grinned savagely. His cloud gasped as he turned her around, hands on her hips as his length slid against her sopping pussy. Lowering himself to her ear, he purred gently,
"I remember receiving a photo about somebody doing my wife on one of those units, perhaps it's time to return the favor?" Not giving her a say in the matter, he bent her over the unit and quickly sheathed his length into her. A strangled gasp as her head snapped up and teeth gnashed. Effortlessly, he grabbed her arms and folded them behind her back, quickly creating leather straps to keep her forearms together. Leaning over her, he nipped at her ear lightly as the thrusting began. "Look at that view," Growling into her ear, he smiled. "Those buildings, streets imagine all the people down there, working, resting, shopping, eating, anyone of them in those nearby buildings could look over and see you like this," Nana whined, biting her lip, "Bent over, clothes tossed aside with my cock buried inside you, imagine if they could see you,"
"Hnmhm,"
"Yeah, Artemis, their protector, the heroine that inspired Miruko, the same Miruko behind us that's sleeping off a four hour fucking," Breathing against her ear, he watched the shiver go down her spine. "Just imagine if they saw you like this, being fucked on a rooftop in broad daylight, you love it don't you?" Her walls gripped him tighter with each word, "You love the idea that at any point they could see what you really are, just your King's little fleshlight," Arousal dribbled down her legs as he hammered into her relentless. "That you're a slutty little fuckhole for your King," Switching to her other ear, he nipped at the skin behind it. A possessive lilt appeared as he spoke next, "Because you are mine Nana Midoriya, this cute lil' butt of yours? That's mine, these sexy tits? Mine too, the tight little cunt I'm using? Yup, that's also mine," Pulling her hair roughly, he listened to her wail, "Even that voice you use, that's mine too, because all you are is mine and mine alone," Turning her head to force his tongue into her mouth, he felt her moan into his. Each movement of his prick had her pussy quivering around him. Once more he made her look at the cityscape. "See them? All those men out there, those boys, who fantasize about you? Those lechers who get off to your image? All of them want nothing more than to have you, but they never will, because you are mine and you forever will be,"
"N-name," She gasped, writhing in his hold.
"Oh? You want me to say your name?" His other hand gently cupped her throat. "Well, I can't call you Artemis, because right now you're not, you're not the heroine idolized by the city, right now you're just Nana Midoriya," She gasped, gripping him tighter, "My wife, that only get my dick, and no other, any man that looks at you pervertedly gets turned to fine mist, because you belong to me, you are mine, Nana Midoriya,"
"Cumming!"
"Oh I know," He purred, softly biting the skin on the back of her neck, her orgasm milked him of his as he buried himself balls deep into her womb. Taking several shuddered breaths as he jerked his hips into hers, he gave her a second to catch her breath. Nana stiffened when she felt his weight on her back again, "And you'll be doing that until I think the message has sunk in," Already aroused again, she opened her mouth to speak, but he beat her to the punch, "You really should've called for backup,"