Hero Compensation ( 2 ) [MHA]

Credit: ThatLewdWriter

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One at a time, she told herself, running her tongue over her lips. She worked down hard and fast, the bed shaking under the force of her blows. her eyes were fastened on Ochaco's neck and jawline, which were covered by her arms, and a frustrated groan left her lips as she started. Her hips still pumped, driving her cock down with hammer-like blows that sent flesh clapping and wobbling against her, legs trembled and her assflesh shook, the weight of her body and the force of her dick almost too much to bear.

In a fit of movement, Miruko grabbed the arm covering Ochaco's mouth, and forced it above her head. In the next moment she grabbed her other arm and did the same, and then, with one hand, she grabbed both her wrists and pinned them there, leaving the girl's arms neutralized and her face bared. The girl gasped and whined, and quickly Miruko's mouth was there, on her face, lips planting wet kisses al[ong the round curve of her jaw. White hair flickered down and her bunny ears flopped as she set her mouth against Ochaco, kissing and suckling at soft, tender whtie skin, relishing in the sheer softness of the girl.

Miruko loved her muscles, really, she did - but she much rathered a soft girl underneath her, that was for sure. Nice hips, soft skin, big tits - didn't matter. She showed her appreciation with the touch of her tongue and the outstretch of her tongue, moving over to her cheekbones and then down under the curve of it, by her ear. Ochaco gasped and mewled, unable to hold her emotions in now that her hands were pinned and her face was both bared and being kissed so comparatively tenderly when the cock was slamming into her body.

Miruko's other hand wrapped itself in Ochaco's soft brown hair, and she forced her head to the side to give her better access to her lips. She kissed her way down the slender curve, planting wet marks along the surface. She purposely left imprints in the shape of her lips, marring up soft skin with possessive marks that she adored, while her cock continued its disparate, downward meat. Thrust after thrust saw the girl quivering, her voice forced out of her in great rushes despite her embarrassment. It was a platter of contradictions - her stripping and desire to be fucked, her craving to be bred like a good little whore, and her shyness at actually having sex; Miruko drank it all in, and returned it with the straightforward answer that was her cock.

"You've got a nice taste," the bunny droned against her neck. The girl blushed, just like always, her voice crying out from a mixture of embarrassment and pleasure. "Nice, smooth neck…. Perfect for kissing."

Ochaco couldn't, and didn't even try, to respond.

Down she plunged, driving into her sopping wetness with hard strokes that sent every inch of her tunnel rippling. her walls clung to her in a mirror of her lewd desires, already milking and contracting against her throbbing length. Bodies touched and rubbed while she kissed around Ochaco's collarbones, her body quivering and quaking with pleasure. her voice cried out constantly, as if the floodgates had been opened - if she couldn't keep them in, her body must have told her, she might as well let it all out. She positively writhed against Miruko, but pinned down as she was, she did little - all she could do was get fucked.

Her cervix was little more than a cushion, with each stroke seeing it absorbing the tremendous force of her cock and only barely succeeding at it. It was enough to make the barrier flutter and shake, threatening to split apart with each hard stroke, and it proved to be a sensation that the girl was very receptive to. Her cunt clamped down harder and harder each time Miruko used her cervix as a pincushion, her pink walls gripping her tight on each balls-deep thrust that saw her balls sheathed tight against her slit.

Miruko could tell the girl was cumming long before she did. It arrived more like a stormfront than the lightning bursts of Kyouka, but it arrived all the same. It was far more intense for it, too, her pussy clamping down as tight as a vice and a sudden surge of rippling rolled along the line of her shaft. The girl cried out, her eyes squeezing shut and her back arching upward, despite the neutralization of her hands and legs. She squealed as her cunt roiled, insides shaking and quivering for a few scant seconds before an ocean of warmth blasted the towering pillar of her shaft, coating her in a slick wetness.

It was one of the most intense orgasms that Miruko had been exposed to, the grip of her pussy hard and tight, the wash of fluids sticky and thick - almost as much as her own release. The girl writhed and yelled as she came hard, and through it all, Miruko never stopped moving. She slammed down into her tightness over and over, impaling her with her impossibly hard cock, fucking her right through her orgasmic release for stroke after stroke. It only made Ochaco whine even more, her hips rising and falling with hard and plaintive bucks, impaling herself on the hard rod that came crashing down.

It went on for far longer than Kyouka's, that was for sure, and even as a minute dragged on, and then two, time only marked out by the heavy thumping of her hips and the slapping of their flesh, it kept going. In the same measure she kept on fucking, nailing the buxom bunette without missing a single beat, the tight massage and hard milking that assaulted her cock making her balls pulsate violently. She felt her own peak approaching, but she still kept fucking, drawing out every last measure of pleasure that she could from the writhing brunette, soothing the girl's orgasmic release with the iron-hard pole of her shaft.

"Just a little more," she panted. "And then you'll - Ugh - get your wish -"

One stroke, and then two, each one so deep and hard that it was like she was splitting Ochaco open, spreading her out wider than anything had any right to. It was exactly what her needy body wanted, but want did not go hand-in-hand with capability, and Ochaco didn't prove up to the task of taking it. Her orgasm only seemed to drag on in a near-endless wave, with each pump and stroke of Miruko's cock heightening it, reinforcing her bliss until her face was a mask of lewd pleasure.

"Better start thinking of a name!" Miruko growled, thrusting down one final time, her cock just about threatening to puncture the sanctity of her womb. It was right there, just agonizingly out of reach, and she felt Ochaco's fingers curl into her palms and her toes do the same above her shoulders. "Because you're now a - Nnngh - new mother!"

The truth of her words became clear as her cock unloaded itself into the fertile depths of her cunt, causing Ochaco to transition into even higher levels of moaning and squealing. As her cock spat out her second thick load of the day, her body pressed down entirely, covering every inch of Ochaco's flesh with her own. Hard muscle squished smooth skin, breasts flattened against each other, and legs were forced beyond their ability to stretch as she draped over her. Her cock pulsated, throb after throb rippling through her broad length and sending spurts of semen right into the girl's womb.

It was practically shovelled inside, packed in thick, dense clumps of virile baby-batter, more and more and more until there was no single inch of pink skin left. And, even as sperm became to sweep up and make their firsts attempts at turning Ochaco into a baby-mother, the rest of it poured down the contracting tunnel, slurping through rippling walls and pushing out against her shaft. Each spurt blasted her womb and was quickly sent back out, the limit too quickly reached, and so thick cum searched out other places to plant flags. Her cervix was soon dripping with babybatter, plastered in a layer as thick as cement, and soon, the rest of her pinkness suffered the same.

Very soon it wasn't pink at all, and still Miruko's overtasked sperm-factories pumped out seed, thick rivulets slurping through her cunt. It shifted with obscene popping and shifting noises, churned like butter with each movement of Miruko's spasming shaft. Much of it came pouring out between the tight seal of cunt lips and dense cockmeat, but not even close to matching what she pumped inside; and, with her shaft so firmly lodged within her, the breeding-stick all but ensured a pregnancy.

Mirkuko held herself down for a few more moments, staring down at Ochaco's well-fucked face with amusement. Her eyes were heavily-lidded and her mouth agape, tongue lolling and saliva trailing out. Her hair was matted to her messy face, and she looked exactly like the kind of girl that had just been fucked to the very edge of bliss and then punted off the edge. Her eyes, such that could be seen around her lids, were crossed and distant, not really seeing.

"That's a good look," Miruko laughed, slapping her cheek a few times. She pulled back, her cock sliding out, and gushes of cum followed along. "As much as I'd love to nail this tight cunt again and make that baby a sister… I think your friend needs her fix, too."

Kyouka eeped, her hand freezing, fingers knuckle-deep inside her pussy. She looked surprised that she'd been mentioned, too into the moment - the breeding, the mating press - to really focus. Soon she was, though, her eyes staring as Miruko pushed back, her body lined with sweat. It dripped between her mountain of muscles, sliding through deep channels and granting a frosty, glistening layer to the defined peaks, and Kyouka's mouth went dry. Miruko could practically feel the girl heating up like a furnace at her approach, her young body trembling.

Miruko reached out, her long, thickly muscled arm extending out more than Kyouka could if she tried. The girl's eyes were fastened on her arm as it bypassed her and set her palm flat against the wall, a moment before her other arm did the same and set itself flat on the dresser Kyouka used as a seat. The girl swallowed hard, staring at both of her thickly corded arms, before shifting to Miruko's face.

"Like what you saw?" The bunny drawled, lazy and casual, and Kyouka almost panted.

"Y-yes," she said, with surprising earnestness. "Fuck, yes."

"Want me to fuck you like that?"

"Shit, please -"

Miruko grabbed the girl by the back of the head with an almost violent motion, and tugged Kyouka forward. She swore as she was hauled straight off the dresser and forced onto her feet, stumbling along under her immense strength. Within less than a second she was spun around and shoved right back toward the dresser, and she was only just able to throw her hands out to arrest her fall. She was bent over by Miruko, her ass tugged out by a hand stronger than all the muscles in her young body, her hands digging into the edge of the dresser as the cock came thumping down against her ass.

"I won't," Miruko told her, head just some distance above. She leaned fully over Kyouka, one hand on her waist, and the other flat on the desk beside her hands. "Fuck you like that, I mean. A girl like you needs a harder touch - or am I wrong?"

Kyouka shivered. "Y-you're not -"

"I never am," Miruko cut in quickly, boldly, and in the exact same moment, sent her cock ramming inside Kyouka's cunt.

The force of her blow was quick and potent, a sudden thrust using all of the considerable muscle at her disposal - and that meant that her rod smashed right through every clinging wall and cum-stuffed fold in a single rush of movement so blindingly fast it could have been mistaken for a Quirk of its own, the power and speed mind-numbing. Kyouka howled, her voice ringing throughout the house, eyes wide as saucers as she was so suddenly and forcefully claimed.

"Fuck!" She yelled, her voice almost hoarse - and it was the first of many curses to come, as Miruko dragged herself back, inch by throbbing inch, making sure that Kyouka really felt it, before repeated the same thrust that sent the girl howling.

Her cock didn't so much glide through her cunt as she simply slammed her full of dense cockmeat, ramming into her cervix with the force of a punching fist. Her abs flexed hard as her cock was sent forward in a rush of motion, driving into the girl's velvety cunt with the same impossible level of speed and intensity, moving so fast that even to Miruko her texture was just a rush of motion - like sticking one's hand out in a speeding car. Still, she was tight, warm, and she felt like silk rippling along her shaft, stroking the vein-lined length.

"Shit!" Kyouka groaned, her teeth grit tight. The cock came down, plundering her cunt with great, hammering strokes that sent pulses of electricity through her young body. Miruko's mocha-coloured hips descended and clapped against her perky ass with the same level of intensity, smacking against the rounded surfaces before lifting away, almost using her assflesh as a springboard. Still, the brief contact was enough to both flatten her small ass and send her pelvis rocking forward, giving way under Miruko's impossible strength. "Fuck!"

Her stance was forced to widen as the hung bunny-girl slammed into her over and over, the hand on her waist keeping most of her body steady when the strength mustard in each thrust proved too much. Her knees bent and shook, legs trembling, as Miruko fucked her schoogirl snatch with impaling thrusts, holding nothing back whatsoever as she hammered out a lewd tempo with the instruments that were their bodies. Miruko was sure that the rocker-part of Kouka's mind could appreciate the beat she was producing each time her pelvis met her ass - each fleshy clap and thump, each slurp of pussy juices and cum squelching out.

"See, I know what girls like you need," Miruko told her, her lips an inch away from her ear. Her head was above her, her body arched over her, casting a shadow of dominance. Breasts grazed at youthful shoulders smaller than her own waistline and her long, white air cascaded down over her shoulders, pooling on the upper-reaches of Kyouka's. "A good, hard fucking, to get all those pesky hormones out of you."

She chuckled, her hips swinging with near-lethal force. Compared to the mating press with Ochaco just prior, her pace was far rougher, and more reckless. Her cock made it to the same eye-watering depth, thundering through spongey folds and reaming out her cervix, but the speed didn't allow for the girl to adjust or feel it; rather, it was the speed itself that fueled her bliss, making her slim hips rock and buck, her body to dip and shiver. Kyouka panted and swore in equal measure as her pussy was railed out, stretched by the rapidly-thrusting girldick, with Miruko's hips moving like a hydraulic system at work - never-ending, and intense beyond measure. The pressure exerted on her youthful body was immense, and she cried out at the wonderful strain of it all.

"Fuck me!" She whined. "Oh, fuck, shit -"

"And you," Miruko husked, speaking over the girl's plaintive whines, her hips still thrusting so hard that the dresser shook, "need to be fucked like a groupie; like an animal in heat, until all you can think is cock. My cock."

She leaned in, her cock driving harder and harder into her silken embrace. Once more, she felt the tell-tale signs of the girl's body tensing up, wrapping around her shaft. "Isn't that righ -"

"Yes!" Kyouka cried, tossing her head back as Miruko hit her stride. "Fuck, yes! Please -"

Miruko laughed, a husky and throaty sound that the girl seemed nice and receptive to. Her cock plunged down into her sopping heat, her pace never slowing, never halting, even as Kyouka came for a fourth time so far, her cunt spasming as her voice howled. More girljuices flooded her well-fucked slit, thick and generous as honey, and still Miruko fucked on through her orgasm. Her hand clamped tight around her writhing waistline, forcing her body still and allowing her to sink her oversized shaft inside without worrying about her trying to pop free, and the casual treatment only seemed to get Kyouka off more, her cunt tightening even before the first quick, shotgun orgasm tapered off.

It happened again in quick succession, her pleasure rising and running hot, her voice throwing out curses and desperate pleas in equal measure. 'Yes!' she'd whine, her back arching underneath of Miruko's body, her ass tilted toward the futa receptively. The cock plunged down with punishing strokes, but the roughness of it only made her happier, her hips bucking to draw out more of that pleasure. Insides shifted out and distended as her ministrations failed her, causing the cock to slam into inner walls at the wrong angles and force them outward in bulges, but Kyouka only whined all the more - and Miruko only tightened her grip on her waist, and tugged her back into place like the cock-sleeve she was.

"Yes!" Kyouka cried, gasping, head back. "Fuck, yes, shit, just like that -"

"I love closeted sluts," Miruko rumbled, sweat dripping off her finely sculpted muscles and pattering on Kyouka's back like rainfall. "Make the best cocksleeves."

"Yes! Yes!" Kyouka bucked her hips frantically, searching out more pleasure, even though the fucking was entirely out of her hands. "Fuck me, yes -"

Miruko grunted as she rammed herself inside, her hard and heavy pace drawing out yet another orgasm from the frantic girl. Each slam forced her body further against the dresser, her palms slipping and her knees knocking against it; they were almost bent inward, in fact, her legs barely keeping her upright, but still the girl wanted more. Even as she came hard for yet a fifth time she was still going for more, pushing against the desk to fuck herself onto the thrusting girldick.

"M-my ears!" she gasped incoherently, her voice shot through with bliss. "P-pull - !"

Miruko got the message before the girl could even voice it. Her hand lifted off the desk and quickly collected each of the girl's long, jack-like earlobes, twirled them around a broad finger, and bundled them up. In the next moment she pulled on them like they were a pair of reins or pigtails, using them as handholds, and she did so with frightening force. Kyouka howled as her head was pulled backward in a rush of movement, her neck extended in a smooth sweep, her ears stretching to a distance that they really shouldn't have been.

The girl moaned like a whore as she came for an incredulous sixth time from the ear-pulling alone, her spine curving inward into a near-perfect 'C'. Miruko groaned as she hauled on her long earlobes, fingers and fist clamped tight, her bicep bulging as she pulled to Kyouka's absolute limit - and then just a bit more, besides. Her hips smashed into her ass at a breathless tempo, each rough and needy slam threatening to puncture through to her womb, her pace only getting harder and harder as the girl's slutty mewls spurred her on.

"Fffffffffffffffffuck!" Kyouka moaned. "Fuckfuckfuck me, Miruko, please!"

And Miruko did, each thump and slam stretching her out beyond belief, her insides shifting and churning and squelching with obscene noises that wouldn't have been out of place in a brothel. Miruko would know, as she'd made such places her home in much earlier years. Sweat continued to drip down as she fucked Kyouka like an animal, and the girl went wild because of it, jerking back and forth, her voice howling out pleasures and obscenities in equal measure, her breath always on the verge of breathless. Her insides contracted and rippled over and over, tightening to the point of impossibility, only for them to be brutally shoved aside.

She was forced onto her toes as Miruko's rough thrusting lifted her from the floor, her body braced on a few slim digits alone as the cock went thundering through her now-wide outer lips. She cried out as her ears were pulled and neck was stretched, her body shaking like a tree in a hurricane. Sweat dripped onto her from Miruko's straining body, which was hard and pronounced with glistening muscle. Breast bobbed and wobbled, and white hair swayed in a curtain - from Ochaco's view, she only saw the impression of a girl buried beneath a mountain of mocha-coloured skin and a shock of white hair.

Kyouka grit her teeth and set her jaw as another orgasm rolled through her, hot and intense, just like the first. Her eyes rolled back in their sockets as she suffered under the treatment, finding satisfaction in the animalistic passion. Her long earlobes wrapped around a fist and pulled out as if it were hair, and her body was tugged like the toy it was, knocked further and further into the dresser, her palms sliding even though she tried to keep hold and fuck herself back.

"Alright, cock-holster," Miruko said roughly, and was greeted by a squeal of delight. "Get ready for another load!"

Miruko didn't stop moving her hips, this time. She kept on slamming her massive fuckmeat in and out of her sopping channel even as she was cumming, her dick swelling out to size that went beyond eye-watering - though tears streamed down Kyouka's tense face, all the same. Once more, a rush of baby-batter began to spurt from her bulbous tip, thicker and hotter than any of the female honey that even then coated her shaft in a layer of stickiness. Kyouka howled even more as she was fucked and bred at the same time, the cock that sawed in and out of her body spitting out seed as it did so.

Miruko's pace didn't suffer for it at all, and she continued to ram her cock forward like a bludgeoning spear even as her balls pumped out hot, heavy semen into her flush folds. Sperm shot out at a rapid-fire pace, strings of the virile liquid dancing through the tight tunnel and landing against pink walls in random patterns. It was string after string, each hotter and denser than the last, with Miruko's swollen balls working overtime to seed the girl she rutted into so ferally. As her cock wet pumping forward it brushed aside her cum and churned it underneath the remorseless bulk of her shaft, massaging it into fluttering walls.

Though her womb was already filled up, that didn't stop the overzealous bunny from trying to pack more inside with each thrust and spasm, spurting out enough hot seed to get a few ropes into her vulnerable baby-making cove. If pregnancy had been in question before, it was not beyond a shadow of a doubt, as there was simply so much pounded into her tight cunt that it was sent overspilling in seconds, splattering down in the same pitter-patter as the sweat that dripped off of Mikuro's muscles. Her balls tensed up as they spat out as much cum as they could in that single rush, and the bunny groaned as she tossed her head back, ears flopping - and she hauled on Kyouka as she did so, bringing her to another tumultuous orgasm.

"Fuck!" Miruko proclaimed proudly, an almost animalistic cry that was reminiscent of an alpha at work. She groaned, slapping Kyouka's ass as she did so, and the girl was sent crashing into the dresser in a heap - eyes rolled back, jaw tight, body dripping with sweat that was in no small part her own. She released her ears, and Kyouka slumped forward against the desk, her gaze distant, eyes just showing white - utterly spent.

She pulled back with a slurp, and Kyouka entirely collapsed against the dresser, barely clinging to it - and Miruko laughed, sending her chest into trembles while her cock dripped thick beads of cum. "Ah, that's a sight that never gets old."

She paused, nose scrunching, rolling her neck from side to side. "Hm - you know, I'm actually feeling -"

She turned and looked at Ochaco, who was still very much a drooling and out of her mind mess on the bed, but just coherent enough that she stared at them with enraptured eyes. The sight made Miruko's cock throb and her balls ache, and she bit her lip. "Ah, fuck it. I need to smash that sexy body again."

"A-again?" Ochaco gasped weakly, eyes weakly furrowed, clearly so well fucked she was dizzy.

"What, did you think the twenty-four-hours thing was for show?" She laughed. "Oh, that's fuckin' hilarious. Just be happy I've given you a chance to rest, instead of doing you for twelve hours straight." She paused, head tilted, ears flopping. "Learned you U.A gals couldn't handle a marathon like that some time ago."

She was already grabbing at Ochaco's legs again, pressing on without caring about what Ochaco thought or said. It was all casual for her, her supremacy and authority absolute. Ochaco's gaze was almost reverential as she stared at her slick, sweat-coated form, muscles on glorious display; the smaller teen looked absolutely entranced, her words of awe at her stamina dying on her lips.

Her lips were soon yelping comically as she was dragged forward, brought right to the edge of the bed. Miruko leaned over her, setting a hand on the bed to her left, while the other kept its hold on her leg. Like before, she started to push it up - but this time, it wasn't to set her into a mating press, not as she tugged and rolled Ochaco onto her side. Her leg moved all the way up, stretched just like before, and quickly set on top of her shoulder - and that was as far as it went, braced there as Miruko leaned into her. Her other hand moved back to grab the fat line of her cock and sent it slapping against the girl's puffy slit, ready to stuff her full.

"W-wow," Ochaco stuttered, "y-you're still so ha - aaa!"

Miruko pressed her cock down, guiding her shaft into Ochaco's cunt, and was pleased to find her still sopping wet - so much so that she was dripping. The touch of her tip alone sent liquid bubbling out around it, her snatch gushing out fluid, along with no small measure of cum. Ochaco moaned at the push of her hips, her hands instantly reaching out to grab at the sheets - one set to the side, the other stretched down across her.

"Goodness!" She groaned, biting her lip in full. Every bit of her looked flushed, her dizzy face screwing back up into an embarrassed expression. "O-oh, w-wow -"

"Wow," Miruko parroted, and laughed. "You can do better than that, girl."

Her hips pumped down, repeating the same motion she had done so many times before that day. Fucking girls was second nature to her, and it was no trouble at all to push herself right back inside. She didnèt even give it a second thought, just driving her iron-hard pole through silken walls and an ocean's worth of potent baby-batter, shifting it all aside around her bulk for the express purpose of filling her right back up again. Her hips pumped forward, the hard muscles of her body pushing her into a smooth, familiar rhythm, settling into well-worn motions that came with all the casualness of reaching for a drink and downing it in one shot.

Really, it wasn't far off from the mark.

"Still nice and tight," she groaned, and Ochaco flushed.

She held her leg close to her chest, over the mound of her breast and atop her muscled shoulder, fingers digging tightly into the plump flesh of her thigh. She held her close, her hips rolling forward with her torso doing very little - a smooth and forward pushing, her hips pulling back and forth smoothly, while the rest of her was stiff as a board. She had supreme control over her hips, her pace slower and measured - still a brisk fucking to be sure, more than many could handle, but compared to the all-out thrusting that threatened to shatter the dresser, it was practically loving.

Ochaco whined from that much alone, adoring the slow, thorough fucking, the way the cock slipped into her aching channel and filled out every last inch of it with hard, dense cockmeat. Cum shifted out in bundles and dripped down, while juices slipped in great quantities, sent splattering outward with each deep thrust. her head kissed Ochaco's cervix and pushed against it, making the spongy mass flutter and bend inward - each time it was like she was straining the gates that guarded her womb, just shy of breaking through.

"You're dripping for my cock," Miruko husked, eagerly eying the shifting Ochaco. "Damn, I love a girl that knows where she belongs - a nice, warm hole for my cock."

Ochaco made a plaintive noise, her hands twisting in the sheets. The slower pace seemed to have an even greater effect on her, her body quivering as Miruko dragged her dick in and out. Her speed was still intense, but when she used each and every muscle to move her dick with precision, the effect was immense. She was able to expertly push it through her folds and kiss her deepest points, really stretching her out with each cyclical movement. Walls bent and flexed, and Ochaco undulated on the mattress, each stroke unravelling her just a bit more.

"Your body knows it, too," Miruko continued, her lips plating a kiss on the girl's calf. "Knows how much it loves being a sheath for my dick, and a carrier for my kids. Your mind loves it to, doesn't it? You love being used like this."

Ochaco was as red as a tomato as her hands scrabbled at the bedsheets, struggling to find purchase in a dozen places and only succeeding in pulling out clumps of fabric. Nothing provided enough comfort for her to hold on to, and it was fun watching her get increasingly frantic. She soon settled on a pillow from the headboard, grabbing it and pulling it to her chest, wherein she wrapped her arms around it and clutched hard, still whining.

"Awww," Miruko droned, "you're a pillow-clutcher. That's cute."

She leaned down over her just a fraction more, her stomach flexing hard. "But you're so much cuter with my cock jammed inside you."

Ochaco groaned in reply. Her hips shifted as the cock came pounding forward, slamming into her aching depths with hard motions that were carefully measured, teasing out every inch. She worked herself through, stretching out pink walls with each potent stroke, jabbing in nice and deep. The brunette moaned and groaned, squeezing the pillow against her chest, fingers digging into the soft mass as she struggled and failed to keep hold of her emotions. Her insides squirmed, cum shifting and dribbled outward, her insides fluttering receptive to the relentless march of her shaft.

"So big!" Ochaco groaned.

"Yeah?"

"S-so deep!"

She barked out a laugh. After a moment she leaned in even more, working her shaft in quicker and harder, a groan on her lips. "Think of a name for the kid, yet?"

Ochaco blushed and bit her lip, almost burying her face in her pillow. Her hips were still rolling against her cock, impaling herself on the hard rod that pressed up against her cervix in full, over and over. Miruko greeted each thrust of her hips with a skilled jab and a roll of her muscular stomach, matching her perfectly and adjusting accordingly. Her cock slipped through, rubbing up against the upper reaches of her tunnel before grinding down, rubbing the entire way. It mashed her insides thoroughly, stirring her up and shifting her around her.

"You'll need a second, too," she continued, teasing the girl. "For the one I'm about to give you."

Her cock was like a stirring rod churning butter, only she was working out Ochaco's body with the line of her shaft. She worked hard and fast, moving with deliberate strokes, matching the girl's writhing and fucking her in just the right ways to unravel her. The girl groaned and whined and moaned, hotter and heavier by the momentum, her brain still reeling from the previous fucking and now very much helpless against Miruko's advances. It made her chuckle to watch the various looks on her well-fucked faces, her look close to that of orgasmic bliss - eyes rolled, tongue lolling, cheeks quivering like a hamster; she was right there on the edge.

"M-Miruko!" she moaned plaintively, almost begging. "Miruko!"

"That's my Hero name," she laughed. "Don't wear it out."

She flashed her teeth, ears twitching. "Damn, do I love it when a girl does that."

Miruko reached forward with the hand that had been on the bed, and brushed aside the girl's pillow. She pawed at her exposed chest, squishing the soft breastflesh between her strong hands, and the girl groaned again. Her hips bucked and shifted, her orgasm very clearly rising, her tightness increasing in the same manner as before. Miruko enjoyed the added tightness, the rippling and milking, but her hand continued to squeeze a fat tit and her hips kept on thrusting forward.

"I'll love when these things are filled out with milk," she commented, flashing a smirk. She slapped the breast, and was delighted with how it jiggled. "Always do."

"M-Miruko!" Ochaco cried, and came, just like before. It rolled through in a wave, a spasming wave that sent juices gushing along her beefy length. Her cock plowed through the rushing warmth like a boat at sea, but the clamping motions proved a little too much for Miruko this time around; as much as she'd have liked to hold out and keep on fucking, she submitted to the pull of her pussy, and drove herself down while the girl was still cumming and held herself still.

There was no announcement as she unloaded her balls deep into Ochaco's still-spasming cunt, blasting her fertile depths with another potent load of baby-making seed. The girl cried out, squeezed the pillow as hard as Miruko squeezed her tit, enjoying the way that breastflesh bulged outward in a rush. Ochaco's orgasm reached a new and tumultuous high, her shrieks loud and her trembles shaking the bed more than the bunny-girl's thrusting had; she positively writhed, a ball of movement, her hips bucking hard, fast, and ragged.

Miruko watched it all with an eager eye, similarly groaning as she spent herself yet again, feeling her balls dredge up every last drop she had to spit it out inside Ochaco. Pulses sent cock pumping up her meaty girth, moving up and then shooting it outward like a pressure hose, each wave hot and fast and potent. Her seed cut through the rush of juices to paint her pink insides over in white, and though a flood of liquid was rushing in reverse, her jizz was too thick and heavy to easily shift. The dense baby-batter kept a firm grip on her insides, ensuring that there was plenty of cum to knock the girl up a dozen times over.

"Goddamn," she groaned. "There we go. Nice - and - full."

She pulled back and pulled out in the same movement, leaving Ochaco to flop around on the bed, still spasming in the after-throes of her orgasm. The pillow was clenched tight, her teeth even biting into the edge, leaving a trail of saliva on the cloth. She looked totally and utterly lost in her orgasm, and the sight proved amusing for Miruko. She laughed as she shifted backward, rising up all the way, casting a glance between the shivering mess of Ochaco and the lazy form of Kyouka, cum dribbling from their folds.

She ran a hand through her white hair, brushing it out of her face. A moment later she scrunched up her face and patted her stomach in an almost idle movement. "Right - I'll be right back. Gonna grab a bite to eat; keep my energy up and shit."

She strode off without a second backward glance, humming a tune under her breath. The kitchen was right close by, and she moved with swift and sure steps, her nude form glistening. Her departure was casual, no comment made toward the situation or her absence, the two girls too well fucked to even consider otherwise. For Miruko, it was just another thing she did - she played hard, she burned a lot of energy, and she needed to replenish her stores. It took at least ten minutes to get another load worked up, too, especially after blasting their wombs twice apiece.

Peanutbutter sandwich, she thought, humming.

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There was panting, and heavy breathing, and the sound of sweat hitting the floor. The two winded girls shuffled and shifted, bodies weak and weary, minutes passing as they just breathed. The inaction of the moment didn't suit Kyouka at all, though, and the length between her last fucking made her hot and needy. She slipped off the dresser and hit the ground clumsily, her feet carrying her forward with unsure steps.

"Ochaco," the girl murmured, clearly winded. "Ochaco -"

She almost fell against the bed, struggling to clamber over it. Ochaco was near the edge, and so Kyouka had to rise up from the other end, crawling toward the brunette's head - and then crawled over her, going down toward her legs. Her thighs spread over Ochaco's head as her own dipped down to her core, sparing no words.

"No," was Ochaco's whined reply. "No. It's a waste - a waste of Mikuro's cum!"

There was a wet slap of her tongue as Kyouka dove down, making the girl gasp and groan. Her tongue shifted and slurped at the cum that was flowing from her slit like waterfall, pulling up mouthfuls of the dense cum with eager flicks of her tongue. Ochaco's hips bucked involuntarily, her breath gasping. Kyouka only went for a few licks before pulling back again, smacking her mouth.

"That just means," she gasped, running her tongue over her lips and then diving right back down, "there's more room for her to pump cum inside us."

Ochaco let out a sigh, as if she had an epiphany. "O-oh - yes, that's nice…"

She craned her neck up, too, and engaged Kyouka in the sixty-nine, both of them sucking and licking and slurping at the cum flowing out of their snatches - and then pushed through as the minutes dragged on, sucking on the cum that had been deposited deeper inside. Tongues jabbed in and pulled at the dense baby-batter, pulling at it and sucking it into their mouths, making loud and wet noises as they worked hard. Time passed in a rush, lost in between one another's legs, tongues working harder and faster they had ever done before as they greedily lapped Miruko's potent cum like it was nectar.

Miruko returned, soon enough, leaning against the doorframe and popping her fingers in her mouth. She was a goddess cut from mocha-coloured marble, every bit of her utter perfection - the perfect person to breed the both of them. Their bodies knew it, and their minds couldn't think of a person that deserve to make them mothers than her. Everyone should be, in fact. Only an alpha bunny and a pure stud like herself should be able to spread her genes, and there was nothing but adoration in their gazes.

"Here I thought I was supposed to be eating," Miruko rumbled, her voice a throaty drawl. "But here you two are, filling up without me."

She walked forward with confidant steps, the mere twelve minute break more than enough to recharge her metaphorical batteries. The girls stared at her fat cock and massive set of balls, and practically cooed their delight. "But, looks like you two have made plenty of space… so let's fill that up, shall we? Ah - no, don't move, either of you. I'll be fucking Kyouka on top of you, Ochaco."