Hero Compensation ( 1 ) [MHA]

Summary: Every Pro Hero gets compensation for their work, and what Miruko wants is simpler than most: A pair of girls to fuck, break in, and breed, in that order. As scandulous as it might seem, there are few that don't want to be chosen... and it just so happens that she has a penchant for U.A girls.

Credit: ThatLewdWriter

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It was a common thing that all Professional Heroes got compensation for their Hero work, and that could come in a variety of ways. Of course, such things were tied to their performance and success, and it was never a gartuneed thing - but those in the top rankings, those that could number amounts the best heroes in a country, compensation wasn't just a solid fact; it was the compensation itself. Money, riches, fame, deals for books or movies or shows; strange things that took a person's fancy, whatever it might be.

Where a normal Hero would take the compensation they were given, a top-ranking Hero could ask for whatever they wanted and, so long as they met their end of the bargain, would receive it - whatever it was. As far as the Pro Heroes Association was concerned, it was worth paying the cost, as high-ranking Hero work was invaluable, and keeping those heroes satisfied was paramount. It didn't matter what it was, only that it was a cost they would happily meet.

Like all the other High-Ranking Heroes, Rumi Usagiyama had her own compensation that she wanted for her work. Every time she was to be paid her compensation, she asked for the same thing: two girls of her choice to fuck and breed, regardless of who or what they were. It was an odd request, to be sure, but technically modest as far as Pro-Hero requests went. It was the kind of request that fit the kind of woman Rum was: straightforward, open about her likes and what she did - she was bold, had confidence in spades, and she knew what she wanted.

In this case, she wanted to get laid with some of the hottest girls that caught her eye, and do so in the best way possible: Hot, baby-making sex that left the girls wobbly-kneed and swollen out with her child. The Pro Hero association well knew of her proclivities, and even her intent of breeding a couple of girls every paycheck wasn't an issue for them - it was modest payment, even if it meant taking care of a handful of girls per year as they carried Rumi's child. It kept Rumi satisfied, was the important part, and the fact that any union she had would produce a powerful Hero with her bloodline sometime down the road was a prospect that was too good to pass up on.

And so it was allowed, each and every time it was asked for. It didn't matter who it was, even though everyone knew that Rumi harboured a fondness for the girls that attended U.A - it didn't matter that they were teens that were just barely legal for her, or that they were just students; the fact that she was going to knock one up and turn them into a single-mother as compensation was absolutely fine with the Association, especially given that the child would have two Heroes as parents; it was practically a goldmine.

It wasn't something that fell under the radar, either. It was well known and excepted, because Rumi was the kind of woman that wanted people to know about that. She was an alpha bunny, and the desire to assert herself burned in her veins just as much as her cock ached to fuck and breed. She was always enthusiastic and open about fucking, even so far as to try and pick up the girls she worked with during her work; no one was in the dark about her Hero Compensation, that was for sure.

Being picked as Rumi's Hero Compensation was actually strived for by many, in fact. It was an odd thing, but each and every girl that ended up with the breeding stud's cock inside them - and therefore, her child - was well-compensated by the Association for their time, and the nine months or so they'd be out of commission; any scholarships or studies they had would be put on hold and then paid for, in addition to living expenses. That, alone, was a sweet deal for many, especially the Students at U.A - but it was more than that. There was the simple clout of being able to say they got fucked by the Rumi Usagiyama, Miruko herself, after having been personally chosen by her.

The fact that they were chosen just to be a baby-mother and a good fuck conveniently forgotten, of course.

There was also the prestige to be had raising one of her many kids - a prize for any glory-seeker, to be sure. Still, all of that usually just served as a front to explain why someone would be so happy to be picked to serve as a cum-sponge for a twenty-four-hour session with Rumi; it was easy to say it was for the high compensation or the attention, but that was just an outward deflection and not the truth. For many, it was simply the pleasure of being underneath the hung bunny-girl, the glee of being broken in and bred by the powerful Hero.

Rumi kept none of her proclivities secret at all, and her openness and confidence were attractive. She knew exactly what it took to make a girl wet and dripping, her knowledge of just how much a girl could take and what they could handle bordering on preternatural; she could get any girl, no matter how reluctant or wary, to submit to her. Though one could accuse her of being cocky, her claims proved true time and time again, leaving a trail of conquests that made it clear just how much of a sex-goddess she was. Everyone at U.A wanted the mind-blowing sex that they'd never be able to experience otherwise, and so being picked by the stud herself was something people actively worked toward, in some way or another.

It was all in Rumi's palms, however. Each set of picks was whoever currently made her cock rock-hard and her desire to breed nice and high - whatever broad caught her eye, she liked to proclaim. Her picks this time around were, again, two U.A girls: Ochaco Uraraka and Kyouka Jirou, each chosen for their own reasons. They were suitably surprised when revealed they were the 'lucky' picks this time around; both had limited interaction with Rumi, and the offer - envelopes, checks, and all - came out of the blue. They had the option of backing out, of course, as while both U.A and the Pro Heroes Association strongly recommended acceptance, they couldn't technically force anyone, though significant pressure was leaned.

Neither, despite their reservations, turned the offer down.

They accepted it on the first day of the week they had to consider it, and were left flushed and nervous for the remaining six days, struggling with the thoughts of -essentially - being whored out to the bunny-girl for cash. That proved no barrier for either of them, and at the week's end, they both found themselves picked up by representatives of the Association and escorted over to Rumi's private home for their allotted twenty-four hours. From there, without a single glimpse at the Hero, they were filed up to her penthouse-like bedroom, and there they waited in agonizing silence.

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The Hero Miruko pushed her way inside her room with her shoulder, almost knocking the door right off the frame. Her face split into a wide and almost leering smirk that was all teeth as she stared the two girls waiting for her over in full - Ochaco, almost twiddling her thumbs as she rocked back and forth on her heels anxiously, and Kyouka, gnawing on her lip as she twiddled with her long ears. Miruko had chosen each of them strictly on appearance: Ochaco being a cute and homely-looking girl that caught her attention many times over, her body carrying that right amount of softness and pudginess that always made for a delight to hold; Kyouko, instead, for her appealing style, and the kind of natural resting face that Miruko wanted to see screwed up in the throes of pleasure.

Both girls looked up at her arrival nervously, obviously nervous to be in the same room with a Hero of her repute, both for actually being a hero and her bedroom-activities themselves. They shuffled as she strode in, knocking the door closed behind her, her impressively wide hips swaying from side to side with each measured step she made. She exuded a presence and confidence that made them both gulp and shiver, and each minute reaction they made was easily picked up by her towering bunny ears.

"There are my two sexy gals," Miruko laughed confidently, setting her hands on her hips as she stared them both over with a clinical eye. They both had on their school uniforms, as she'd requested very specifically; not that she had any kink in watching them fuck in them, as she'd done that more times than she could count, but rather for the pleasure of knowing that she was stripping schoolgirls down just to get them underneath her. "So you're the lucky winners for this paycheck, huh? Nice."

The implication wasn't missed: to Miruko, they were the lucky ones for sleeping with her, and not the other way around. It made both of the girls shuffle and bit their lips, mouths dry and tongues flicking out nervously. It was an amusing sight, but not one that Miruko lingered on; she'd seen it all before. As she crossed the impressive distance toward them her hands started to tug at the bottom of her tanktop, pulling it up in one smooth motion that saw her biceps flex.

The girls only stared, jaws dropping, as the Hero took off her top without a second's worth of delay, inch by inch revealing the firm tightness of her core. She was well-known to be incredibly muscular and fit, her abs even pushing against the tight leotard she wore, and the reveal made the girls shift, mouths dry. Her abs were like mountain ranges: tall peaks and low valleys, a full pack of ten that rippled as she moved. Her arms were just as muscled as her core, and those impressive biceps bunched up as her top was tugged over her head in a rush of movement and tossed aside, exposing the sports bra that contained her large chest.

The girls continued to stare as the shirt hit the ground in a limp puddle of cloth, staring at Miruko's now-exposed torso in all her muscled glory; warm, mocha-coloured skin, as inviting as hot chocolate on a cold day, lined with taut muscle harder and more pronounced than any student in their entire school. Hell, few Heroes matched her awesome physique, and the girls' pupils went suitably wide as they gazed at her goddess-like body.

"W-wait," Ochaco suddenly spoke up, her voice a hesitant and unsteady squeak. Miruko could almost hear the nervousness that came with the sight of all her rippling muscle, the knee-weakening expanse of definition that left any girl wishing they were under her right then and there. "Y-you're already - M-Ms. Rumi, aren't you-"

Miruko chuckled and shook her head, bunny ears flopping. "The only name I want to hear you two cuties moaning is Miruko, my Hero name."

Flushing, Ochaco nodded and amended her words, nether girl lingering on the deliberate word choice of moaning. "U-uhm, Miruko, aren't you moving a bit fast? W-we're -"

"Fast?" She chuckled again. "Trust me, you haven't seen fast from me, yet."

She stepped in closer, the distance between them disappearing quickly. She tugged off her ports bra in a single rush, sending her above-average breasts bouncing. They were revealed in all their chocolatey glory, soft, round mounds of lush titflesh with cleavage that one could sink their face into. They weren't quite as soft as other girls - she was too fit for that - and they were rather firm overall, but their size and heft more than made up for it. Once again the two girls were taken aback, looking both awkward and nervous, and it made the heat inside Miruko swell.

"Look, cutie," she drawled, stopping just a few paces away from them, hands settling on her wide hips, torso nude. "Right now, and for the next day? I own you two. You're both mine, every last inch of you, and I don't do waiting." Her eyes flicked down, her mouth splitting into a snaggle-toothed grin. "But, from the way you two hotties so quickly accepted the offer, I don't think you want to wait, either."

Both of them blush furiously, both at the implication, and from the near-overwhelming sight of the semi-nude Miruko. As she stood there so proudly her body was on full display, allowing them to see every inch of her sculpted stomach, the toned definition of her arms, and the impressive weight of her breasts, and she could see Ochaco failing to focus on her own words, quickly becoming tongue-tied.

"A-ah, well, I'm only here for the compensation," the brown-haired girl stammered, running her tongue over her lips one too many times to be natural. The way she said it was very insistent, as if she were trying to make a thought a reality. "My, uhm, family is -"

Miruko's hand reached out, grabbing a strand of Ochaco's shoulder-length hair between her fingers and rolling it. The girl stuttered and stopped, mouth flapping, and Miruko cocked a white eyebrow. "Your family is…?"

The girl swallowed hard. "U-uh, down on their luck. My family is. The financial compensation is really - really big, and -"

"I'll bet," Miruko drawled, her hand trailing down to cup Ochaco's round face. She had an earnest look, with her wide eyes and her peachy cheeks, and that made her reactions all the more obvious. The girl flushed around her dark-skinned hand, making Miruko chuckle "I bet you've been thinking about a lot of big things, huh?"

"I-it's just for my family," she protested insistently. "I-it's a lot of money…"

"You can tell yourself whatever makes you feel comfortable, Ochaco - but we both know what this gorgeous little body of yours wants." She paused and shrugged, an act that saw her considerable breastflesh wobble. "At least, I do."

"Y-you do?" the girl squeaked timidly, shivering under the bunny's gaze and the intoxicating proximity of her body.

"'Course," she replied boldly, flashing another grin. "I picked you because you're cute, soft, and have some sexy little curves on this body of yours. I haven't had a soft girl under me in too long, and when I saw you, I knew I needed to have you."

Ochaco flushed even more, her cheeks a brilliant and betraying red, and Miruko ran her tongue over her lips. She was significantly taller than both of them, and so, as she stepped in closer to the pair, they had to really crane their necks up just to meet her red eyes. Her smirk was as confidant as her direct manner; her words about just how eager she was to fuck them coming easily to her lips. It was part of her charm, and the kind of thing that left girls weak for her. She excluded confidence and power in spades, and if they lived in a more primal era of dog-eat-dog, she'd have been at the very top of the pack, with all these softer girls underneath her.

In a way, their bodies already knew that.

"...So," said the other girl, and Miruko glanced to the side with Ochaco's face still in her hand. Kyouka, having been relatively ignored so far, shuffled anxiously beside them, hovering just a few steps to the side. She had one hand on her arm and the other twiddling her long earlobes, her teeth digging into her lower lip. Her eyes were cast to the side, very pointedly not on Miruko, but the redness of her cheeks made her thoughts clearer than her expression.

"I mean." Kyouka stopped, started, and paused again, shifting nervously. "I'm just here for the money, too. To - to start up my rockstar gig -"

"I'm sure!" Miruko laughed. "Trust me - money, compensation, I've heard all that shit before. It's really fuckin' cute to watch you guys get all defensive, but we both know that's not the case - or what you really wanted to ask me." She flashed her teeth again, always bold and on the initiative. "So?"

Kyouka looked on the verge of indecision before she spoke, almost trembling under Miruko's gaze.

"...You picked Ochaco because she's… good looking," the girl said timidly, struggling to keep her voice neutral, "then why… me? There are other, hotter, girls in my grade -"

"Trust me, I'm going to get the trust-fund girl under me soon enough," Miruko laughed, the casualness of her statement making them shiver. "But, right now? You're the one I'm planning on nailing."

She reached out and grabbed the back of the lean girl's head, turning her head to face with her with the smallest application of force - and still that was enough to wind most normal people. She now had her hands around the back of one girl's head and the second on another's chin, her arms outstretched between them. The taut muscle drew their eyes, just as much as her proud, mountainous chest and washboard abs, her sheer proximity nearly overwhelming for the both of them.

"I-I'm t-twiggy, and small, and -"

"Hey, you're hot as hell, girl," Miruko insisted, her hand clamped around the back of her head. Being the smaller of the two girls, her head was tit-level with Miruko, and her eyes constantly shifted down to her dusky nipples. "And you've got an amazing style."

"O-oh."

"And I like girls that are hot as hell and have an amazing style," Miruko drawled, staring at her very intently in the eyes. Kyouka shifted, pupils dilating, and her cheeks tinging through with a layer of bright red. Not to give Ochaco any room to feel left out, she flashed the same heated look toward her, and found just as flushed through.

It was a normal reaction - just being in the same room as her made girls unbearably hot under the collar, in more ways than one. Her Quirk gave her abilities like a rabbit, and that translated in many aspects - including the overwhelming aura of heat that came to her when she was aroused and ready for action. A thick and natural scent that helped break down girls that didn't know better, and each minute in her presence left the two hotties she'd chosen progressively weaker in the knees and hot in the core. As far as Miruko was concerned it was the natural effect of her being an alpha bunny, a right she'd earned by being the best at what she did.

Just staring them down made her more eager, hotter and harder, her cock rising up in her form-fitting pants of grey cloth. Even as the two girls stared up at her the tip of her cock was already rising up past the waistband of her pants, her massive, swelling girth and impossible hardness pushing aside her pants with laughable ease. Like a rabbit, her arousal flared up in a hot and unbearable wave one too many times than was strictly good for her, which was what led to her unique compensation - better to fuck her frustrations out with a few good girls every so often.

"As much as I like talking this out," Miruko drawled, her voice so thick with lust it was like honey, "I don't have the patience to wait when two hot little U.A sluts are in my arms. So how about you two stop giving me and put those mouths to good use, hm?"

Ochaco bit her soft, plump lip, her round cheeks bunching up as she squinted. "U-uhm, well..."

"You two haven't stopped staring at my body since I took my shirt off," she said boldly, watching as they flushed even harder. "So, instead of staring, get hands-on. You wanted foreplay, right, Ochaco? Well, here's your shot."

Miruko's hands moved down to each of their small shoulders, easily enfolding them both. "Down, on your knees, cuties."

She applied pressure, and the two girls practically dropped like stones, unable to even try and contend with the awesome strength that she so casually used. Their knees were too weak to even make it a consideration, in truth, and all of them knew it. They sank down clumsily, falling to their bare schoolgirl knees, their faces in-line with Miruko's impressively toned stomach and the massive bulge that threatened to split apart her pants.

Miruko's broad hands rose up to their heads, and rested calmly in their hair. "Show me some of that Hero-worship you U.A girls are known for, eh?"

They had voiced their protests, given their half-hearted reasons as to why they were there, and that was that; as far as Miruko was concerned, all that shit was settled. It was barely a defence, really, and both girls knew that any amount of vocal insistence that they were there for the money fell flat in the face of the fact that they had accepted to be fucked by the bunnygirl, whored out for her pleasure.

And maybe, they were having second thoughts at the sight of her body - just her torso alone was so ridiculously fit that it made the girls visibly shudder; knowing, perhaps, that this was a real stud, someone with a body made for breaking in girls like themselves. It was an intimidating prospect, to be sure, but the trepidation in their gaze was matched by the very clear signs of arousal, the way their eyes trailed over the peaks of her abs and the hardness of her biceps, thighs shuffling and teeth biting. They were hot and bothered just being in the same room as her, her natural heat and the sight of her impressive body putting their bodies into a heat of their own.

"C'mon, cuties," she laughed. "I just love having girls worship my body, so get to it."

And that was all that needed, as both of the flush-faced girls quickly pushed their heads toward her. She could practically smell the arousal dripping off of them, the unconscious desire to be used as her breeding-sluts too strong to resist; a call of nature, spurred by her sheer presence. Sometimes, Miruko liked to joke that her ears were sensitive to hear panties drop - a crude statement, but it wasn't exactly false.

Their mouths touched down on her stomach: Ochaco to the left -line of her abs, and Kyouka to the right, inching closer to her waist than her core. Hands hesitantly set themselves on her thick, muscular thighs, barely contained in her tight pants, and rested there as their faces touched home against her mocha-coloured flesh; both of their hands being too small to cover much of her strong legs. Hot breath washed over her stomach, making Miruko sigh shakily, hands tightening in her hair.

There was a long pause, though, where both girls just sort of sat there, unsure of what to do or how to continue; they stared at her abs with a sort of distant and hazy look, their bodies heating up more than either knew how to handle, legs squirming and thighs pressing. Their inaction was working themselves up more than action itself was, in an amusing contradiction - but it didn't last. Ochaco broke the stand-off first, her lips pressing tentatively against the rolling mountain peak of her abdominals, kissing the top of one before running her mouth down toward the next. Her soft lips travelled over the hard, defined surfaces, like running one's face over rocks, and the brunette coed.

Kyouka quickly followed suit, pressing her mouth down against the side of her abs and over the firm flesh near her waistline. She kissed along the toned expanse, her mouth planting wet kisses over hard, mocha-coloured muscle, her movements a bit more tentative than Ocahco's. Only just, though. It was born out of shyness, rather than reluctance. Both hadn't stopped staring at her goddess-like body since she'd stripped, just as Miruko knew would happen, and she knew exactly how girls were when faced with her impressive muscles. The worship wasn't even a thing that Miruko had come up with herself, in the beginning - it just happened all the time that she'd grown to love it.

She wasn't let down here, either. Ochaco kissed her way down the line of her abs, more running her mouth over the defined surfaces rather than pulling back to kiss. her lips pressed around each defined ab, sculpted as if by a hammer and chisel, each kiss coming with a panting breath that was hot and prickly. Her face got in close as she tried to suckle on her abdomen, treating her magnificent ten-pack as it deserved to be, and her nose bumped into the hard surface of her stomach as she got in too close.

Kyouka did the same on the other side, mouth going wide as she pressed open-mouthed kisses to the sides of her hard stomach. Miruko's waist was wide with muscle, her hips jutting out even further, and that was where Kyouka quickly moved her mouth, sweeping along the gorgeous curves with needy breaths. Her gaze looked distant, her eyes unfocused despite the canvas of dark skin before her, and it made for an alluring sight. Her lips followed along the harshly defined 'V' shape of her abdomen, which traced down into her pants and over the throbbing tip of her engorged cock, still poking free.

Each hot breath made Miruko groan, the timbre of her voice deep and rumbly - the kind of tone that sent girls into shivers. Her hands cradled their heads as they worshipped her abs in tandem, reverentially sucking away at skin that she'd spend years mastering and working out; all bent toward this purpose of having two cuties on their knees, faces buried into abs harder than bone. Nothing either girl could achieve would ever match her toned and fit body, and their minds knew it - it was what made them worship the prime stud of a woman, mouths suckling and tongues soon lapping out.

"Oh, that's nice," Miruko purred as their tongues were added to the mix, sweeping along her hard, defined stomach.

Kyouka traced hers over the same V on her pelvis, moving up the hard line to her waist and then sweeping out. She was almost dainty and reserved, using just the tip to lick, whereas Ochaco put the broad flat of her tongue to use, all hot and slutty and needy. It was like she was trying to capture as much of Miruko's skin as she could, running her tongue over the center of her abs. The caught both of the bumpy and perfectly aligned hills at the same time, and almost greedily slurped away. She moved her hips and rose on her knees to fully run her tongue from the bottom of her abs to the very top, the crown of her head brushing up against the bottom of her fat tits, and Miruko grinned.

"So hard," Ochaco whined a few moments later, her nose brushing against her abs as she lapped at them like a girl licking an ice-cream cone. "You're, like - your abs are just… wow."

"I know," Kyouka agreed, and Miruko stifled a giggle. "I - they feel just like I imagined; I didn't know a girl could get this hard."

She laughed, her ears flopping. "Just in it for the money, huh?"

And they flushed, but didn't stop - not by a long shot. They hid their red faces in the chocolate hue of her skin, hiding embarrassed faces against the washboard expanse of her abdomen. Their hands, which had just braced themselves on her thick thighs, rose up to caress her belly in the gaps between their mouths; Ochaco's on her lower abs, and Kyouka's on her waist. Fingers scrabbled at the defined peaks like they were trying to find purchase, and slipped over the perfect surfaces time and time again; they set soft palms down flat, and just to amuse herself, Miruko flexed and sent her muscles rubbing against them in ways that made the two girls coo.

"Alright, you two," Miruko chuckled, a throaty groan on her lips. "Get my pants down, and keep going."

Fingers hooked into the waistband of her tight pants, rolling them down even as they licked a path down her abs. The feel of their breath made Miruko groan, and the sight of the long trails of wetness decorating her mocha-coloured skin was delightful; her abs were practically shimmering with Ochaco's saliva, like she'd applied oil. Their hot mouths went down as their hands pulled at her pants, struggling with the tight material; inch by inch it moved, slipping over hips so broad one could use them as handholes, and over thighs so thick and strong she could crush melons between them.

What was far more impressive, however, was her cock - of course, there was no way it wasn't the main attraction. The girls didn't focus on it immediately, however, as their faces were pressed tight against her pelvis, their focus firmly on their lewd work, mouths moving down her trim body with hot and heavy kisses laden with saliva. That didn't stop her cock from springing free with each inch of her pants they peeled off, and she saw their eyes flicker and stare from their peripheral. Miruko was undoubtedly massive, her cock an imposing ten and a half inches in length and as thick as a wrist - that was, her wrist. It was long and thicker than most people could comprehend, bordering on the level of Hentai, and as it flopped down it palpable chopped at the air before bouncing to a stop.

Both girls paused in their ministrations, just staring, slack-jawed at the pillar of feminine virility now flopping between them. The heat being given off from her cock was palpable, and the smell of it was as intoxicating as she - the simple proximity was almost too much for them to understand. It was a cock that had bred countless girls over the years at her whim, leaving a line of pregnant conquests behind her a mile long, and just like all of those girls, the two before her were struggling to come to grips with that fact.

So, Miruko helped them with that by very firmly pressing their faces into her thigh as she rumbled, "keep going."

And they did, pulling down her pants as they lavished her thighs with the soft touch of their mouths, the cock ever in the corner of their vision. Their hands tugged at her pants as their lips kissed her thighs, roving across the dense, hard-packed muscles that made her legs so pronounced. They were thick and plump, but not in any way remotely considered soft; not like the homely Ochaco. It was all hard muscle, and the visibly amazed girls learned that first-hand as their plump lips went flat against rock-hard skin and their tongues lapped at steely musculature.

Soon, their eyes were going wide once more as Miurko's balls were allowed freedom from her constrictive pants - each one as thick and large as a balled fist, together larger than any pair of balls had the right to be. The skin was tight and gravid, almost stretching around her fat swells, very clearly swollen out with more sperm than could be contained. And yet, though the sight was entrancing, they didn't linger; they couldn't, not with Miruko pressing them both down her long legs.

Kyouka stayed along the top ridge of her thighs while Ochaco remained on the inner slope, closest to the virile and throbbing pillar of her cock. She felt the girls pant as they kissed at her legs, worshipping the muscles that made her so famous. Any resistance they might have had literally melted away into a puddle as they were set into close proximity with her muscled body, their inhibitions lowering as they kissed and suckled, worshipping every toned line on her body, going down and down and down.

Tongues curled around the taut flesh of her calves, which were as hard as her thighs. Every bit of her was muscled perfection, and she could have been mistaken for a sculpture carved from mocha-coloured marble. All of her body was soon revealed in all her glory, with her pants down around her geet, allowing her to step out of it easily. She had no undergarments on, but no one commented on that; it was clear there was no point when a cock like hers hung between her legs. The fact that her pants even contained such a behemoth was ludicrous in and of itself.

"Ah," Ochaco sighed, her eyes almost glossed over. "Wow. You're so perfect, Miruko, wow - just like a proper Hero…"

Miruko heard it all before, but nothing stopped her from preening like a showgirl on display, hands cradling their heads and stroking their hair like they were good little pets. Every soft touch of their hands and flutter of their lips made her cock surge with arousal, and her iron spear was soon jutting out between their faces at such an angle that they couldn't even meet one another's eyes - if they even wanted to. It was hard to tell, for their faces were utterly buried against her skin, mouths slurping happily.

Hands caressed her thighs and calves, with both girls almost wrapping their arms entirely around her legs like they were hugging the trunks of some proud tree. Kyouka ran her hands along the back of her thigh and over her calves, smooth palms moulding to the toned surfaces, while her lips ran free in long and lewd kisses that were utterly unlike her reserved self; Ochaco, on the other hand, had her palms massaging her thighs, caressing from both ends as the flat of her tongue slipped along her lower legs in long, lewd licks, leaving straight trails of saliva along the mocha surface.

"God, how I love slutty little things like yourselves," Miruko voiced, her voice a rumbling groan. Her teeth flashed in a lopsided grin, exposing incisors that were a smidge too sharp. "But you've spent enough time getting intimate with my muscles. You're here to please my cock, not my abs, and you'll want plenty of lubrication before I turn you both into baby-mommas."

Her words were a promise - with a cock her size they would need lube, and Miruko wasn't providing. Her goal very certainly was to fuck a baby into both of them, too, but the casual statement didn't perturb them in the least. There was a big difference between two girls acting as broodmares for the pay, and two sluts that were happy to get knocked up by a virile she-stud, and there was little doubt as to where the two future Heroes were on that scale.

"Of course, Miruko," Ochaco cooed cutely and breathlessly, her voice all adoration and desire.

"Yeah," voiced Kyouka, more timid and reserved, but her pupils totally dilated as she stared at the hard breeding-shaft they hung between them.

They both pressed into her cock in tandem, attacking it from both flanks in a lewd synchrony that was entirely by chance. Miruko didn't care, her voice rising in a chuckle of desire, her hands stroking through brown and black hair as she tugged them in closer - but this time, her aid was unnecessary. They swept in of their own accord, lust dancing in their pretty eyes, and Miruko was sent sighing as their mouths pressed against the sides of her shaft. There was no hesitation this time around, and they attacked it eagerly, pressing their hot mouths against her turgid surface in open-mouthed kisses that exposed her length to wet pants of lust.

"Ah, fuck," she groaned, biting her lip.

They moved down her shaft, still in synch, albeit entirely unintentionally. Their mouths latched on to her girth as they swept along, lips forming comfortable seals that wrapped around a portion of her cock at a time; she was too wide and too tall for them to do very much, but it was incredibly pleasing, all the same. Their hands were still on her thighs, bracing themselves as they leaned into her cock, their faces soon buried against the chocolate-coloured shaft that jutted like an obelisk.

Ochaco was the one kissing her cock as she moved, her lips moving against it in pulling motions that teased her stiffness before popping them in quick kissing motions. The other girl, instead, rubbing her lips along it, sliding with puckered lips. Hot breaths washed over her the longer they moved, sliding against her hard meat from the sides down to the tip - a lengthy trip, given her sheer length. She was as long as their forearms, and the longer they two moved without reaching the base, the more it settled into their minds: this was no simple cock, no standard lay.

Their lips wrapped around the girth, settling in around the wrist-thick girth and holding still, cheeks pressed in against the hard surface of her pelvis. Her hands still cradled them, but their moment of rest didn't last as she started to push them along, sliding them back along the fat length of cockmeat. Immediately picking up, they moved back up the massive pillar, mouths sliding and opening in hungry kisses that lavished her shaft with attention. Wet slurping noises emanate from their tightly-mashing lips as they suckled along the vein-lined shaft, which was just as hard under their lips as the rest of her muscles. It was like sucking off a spear of iron, yet that fact only made them try all the harder, sliding along at a brisk and needy pace.

"That's it," Miruko husked, her ears twitching comfortably. "Just like that, sluts."

Ochaco applied her tongue when she was only at the midsection of her girth, and the pink muscle was dripping with saliva. She laid her tongue against her in a long, slurping lick that sent drool pouring off her shaft in rivulets, the rounded flank unable to keep all of it in place. Ochaco didn't seem to care as her tongue ran toward the tip, the flat of it making full contact with her cock in a luxurious lick that sent veins throbbing - and still, the flat of her tongue only covered a third of the girth.

Kyouka was more reserved, if only just. She pressed her kisses against the cock with ever-increasing frequency, each one accompanied by a hot puff of air. She leaned in close, her nose brushing against the upper reaches of the titanic slab of cockmeat, her lips grazing and rubbing. Her cheek pressed in closer, sliding across the many throbbing inches as her lips settled in ever closer, her kisses growing hungrier. Her lips parted as she suckled hard, latching onto sections of cock and pulling at it like she was slurping on a nipple.

One of Kyouka's hands rose up and clasped her cock, but she was entirely unable to wrap around even two-thirds of it. Ochaco didn't miss a beat despite the hands now surrounding a section of the cock - minuscule though it was - and just ran her tongue over them, too, her licks longer and stickier, saliva dripping off broad swathes of the cock at a time. She was the more eager of the two, and as she pressed in with loud, ringing slurps, barely an inch between her face and her shaft. Hair tickled the tops of her cock as the brunette swept along the many inches, moving from the tip back down at a faster pace than Kyouka managed, almost as if the girl was desperate to taste as much as possible.

Miruko could practically feel their mental states breaking down before her, the proximity to her body and the heat of her arousal melting their defiance and inhibitions into puddles of acceptance. It was nothing new, once again, for every girl that had ever been around her ended up the same; their bodies knew that submission to her cock was the best choice of action. It made them sloppier and more active, panting as they moved along the towering slab of fuckmeat. Faces comically close, cheeks grazing and lips suckling, Miruko was sent groaning over and over.

"Fuck," she declared, her voice husky. Her chest rose up as she groaned in deep rumbles, her hands stroking at their heads as they pressed in against both sides of her cock in a lewd double-licking that made her girth pulsate. She could hear and smell the signs of their arousal, the way their bodies tightened up as they licked and suckled on her shaft; she could hear the wet noises and the patter of fluids, and she could only wonder if the two sluts were cumming themselves then and there, without even touching themselves - or, at least, not properly.

Kyouka's hand stroked at her shaft as her lips kissed up the flanks of it, moving toward her vascular underside. Ochaco worked around her, still sweeping her tongue over the many hot inches, but she was soon moving up toward the tip and wrapping her tongue securely around it. The head alone was massive, the skin stiff and rubbery, and Ochaco dexterous slid her tongue around the ridge at the base of the tip. Her lips puckered out in a soft, enveloping kiss, like two plump cushions; she pressed in deeper in the next instant, her mouth sliding down and taking the head into the wet heat of her hungry mouth.

"Oh, that's it," Miruko groaned, petting her brown hair. "Such a good little slut…"

Ochaco had to stretch her jaw out wide as she struggled to even get a modest amount of her wide cock into her mouth, and her lips went comically wide around it; it was like struggling to swallow one's fist, and Ochaco was barely up to the task. She tried anyway, her face almost entirely lost to lust, one of her free hands even slipping down under her schoolgirl's skirt as she wrapped her cocksuckers firmly around the impaling slab. Miruko could practically see her eyes watering at the strain of having to accommodate such an obscene girth, but the girl didn't relent at all.

She shoved her mouth down on the fat shaft, sliding at a slow and almost agonizing pace. She slipped down, her mouth gobbling up inch after inch, her lips wrapped tight in a way that made her fat lips go flat. Saliva rolled down from the tight seal in thick lines, running over the rest of the vascular girth that she had yet to claim - and down toward Kyouka. The girl was forced to work around Ochaco, her own space diminishing as the brunette swallowed her cock, but still her hand rolled along in a clumsy handjob that sent saliva slurping outward and her lips kissed sloppily against her hard-packed meat, her eyes almost clouding over.

Hell, Miruko thought, pleased, I can practically see hearts in their eyes, hah.

Kyouka gave ground as Ochaco slobbered on her cock, lips wrapping wide and her jaw distending beyond what she was capable of. Her big, wide eyes squeezed shut as she struggled, her head descending onto the towering pillar with gusto. Her warm cheeks pressed in tight against the cock, only for them to be forced outward to comical levels as the dense meat forced them aside. Her tongue scrabbled under the heavy weight of her cock, serving as little more than a writhing carpet to soothe her many vascular inches, while her dickhead was soon prodding at the entrance of her throat despite there only being a third of it captured between her lips.

The darker-haired girl moved underneath her cock, her hand still pumping at the girth above while her tongue began to lap at the underside. She swept in as Ochaco swept down, their paces somehow matching. She lapped at it with her tongue, flicking out in swift, smooth licks, using only a bit of her tongue at a time - much less than the other student, but hers were teasing and calculated, tracing along the bulging veins. She moved down, nuzzling into the fat surface, suckling her way all the way down the heavy shaft of cockmeat. Unsupported, it was soon resting on her face, the awesome weight of it mashing down her cheek.

Ochaco pulled back, letting the girth slide free of her mouth with a wet slurp that sent saliva bubbling outward. With her eyes still squeezed shut she pushed her mouth right back down, bobbing her head along the stiff girth that her jaw was so stretched around. At the same time Kyouka went lower, and lower still, her mouth planting wet kisses all the way down to her base, her tongue flicking out in teasing licks. She didn't stop even when she passed the cock, her mouth moving down over the fat ballsack that was hanging pendulously.

Ochaco's head bobbed as the second's mouth pushed into her ballsack, drawing a sigh from Miruko. With her cock attacked from the tip and the bottom, it pulsated in a series of trembles that sent arousal surging up her spine - and it only got more intense as it went on, with the two pressing into her cock from both angles, wrapping their hot lips and mouths around her. Kyouka ran her tongue over the swollen orbs of her sack, lapping at each fist-sized ball with the same tender flicks as before. Her face was entirely under Miruko's cock, just a few glimpses of too-pale skin visible, and the bunny had trouble keeping her hand secured around the back of it - but when she pressed in so close, it hardly mattered to her.

"Oh, that's hot," Miruko groaned, tilting her head back and biting her lip. "You're just a slutty little thing, huh? Just how I like it!"

She laughed, a throaty and husky sound. Ochaco bobbed her head along the length of her shaft, taking more and more with each repetition, her lips swallowing up the hard, dense cockmeat as if it was a magic trick. She let out low groans as her cock was enveloped by the clinging heat of her mouth, lavishing the tongue that flexed and curled underneath her girth - ostensibly, her tongue was being squished down into a carpet, but it only made it writhe and flex in fluttering sensations. Her cockhead pushed down into the back of her throat, bouncing against the spongy lining that few had touched before, pushing down with a grinding motion that made Ochaco gag - but Miruko's hand was there, guiding her down, impaling her throat with her hard length.

Kyouka's mouth planted hot kisses along her balls, her nose nuzzling in and her cheeks rubbing across the swollen surfaces. The girl was panting, all hot and heavy, her mouth leaving wetter and wetter kisses as she moved along the rounded slopes, her mouth opening wider and her tongue lapping out more frequently. She looked almost dazed as she pushed her face into Miruko's balls, the length of her cock resting on her face, her pace growing ever hotter. Finally her lips popped around one of the swollen orbs and she tugged it into the clinging heat of her mouth, wherein she immediately began to suckle on it like she was sucking milk out of a nipple; face scrunched, and cheeks hollowing.

Miruko groaned, rolling her shoulders. Ochaco continued to slurp on her cock at the same time, going deeper and deeper each time, bobbing her head until the cock was plunging into the damp tightness of her throat. She impaled herself willingly on the armlength of cock, unable to get more than two-thirds of it inside her mouth, but trying all the same. her lips clashed with Kyouka's still-pumping fist, and as saliva from her mouth was deposited on the cock, it was all churned and roiled by the other girl's slim fingers with a sound like mixing butter.

To steady herself, Ochaco's hand rose up and set itself on her base, pressing in on the taut expanse with more desire than practicality - the girl clearly just wanted to feel her up, and Miruko did nothing but chuckle. Her stomach flexed under the girl's hand as she slobbered om her cock, and she felt the girl groan in turn; a sensation that sent pleasurable vibrations all along her girth. Kyouka, on the other hand, still had a palm on her thigh, but all of her concentration was on the lewd work of her mouth. She sucked on one ball with firm and vacuuming motions, the sounds of her slurping as loud as Ochaco's sloppy sucking, and it only grew hotter as she moved from one to the other.

Her mouth popped free with a wet slurp and a rush of saliva, some of which bridge the gap from her slim lips to the swollen sack that she'd sucked on. in seconds she was moving over to the other with the same breathless intensity, looking as if she were drunk. Their mental states were worn down and blunted, their desire for Miruko skyrocketing - in fact, Ochaco wasn't even trying to hide that her remaining hand was eagerly working under her skirt, massaging her aching slit between her legs with rapid pumps. The girl was practically in heat, and she needed to get fucked - but first, she needed to service Miruko, which she did with each bob of her head and drizzle of saliva.

Down her head went, sliding the oversized rod into the soft lining of her throat over and over, her neck filling out and visibly bulging under the weight of the dick. She gagged, saliva roiling in the depths of her throat, but still she went, cutting off her oxygen supply of her own will. Her eyes were fully closed and her wrist pumped her hand into her snatch, but her head never stopped its bobbing, not until Miruko let out a plaintive groan and wrapped a fist into her brown hair. With an involuntary buck of her hips she sent her dick thrusting forward, sliding it into the velvet tunnel of her throat with more force than the brunette could handle; she coughed and sputtered as every last inch of the colossal shaft stretched her out, reaching halfway down to her stomach, before Miruko relented and relaxed her grip.

Ochaco pulled off with a series of wet coughs and gasping noises, saliva webbing out between them like a latticework. The girl's eyes peeled open, teary and unfocused, her panting and desperate breaths washing over the saliva-coated tip in rushes. The first thing the girl saw was the fruits of her work: a saliva-soaked shaft, and a ring of pink lip balm around the two-thirds mark from where she'd reached her limit, and had been forced to stop on each bob. The second thing she saw was Kyouka suckling at the big, fat balls at her base, and it stole away the last of Ochaco's reason.

Her tongue stuck out as she pushed her face against the bottom of the shaft, and Kyouka, in some sort of harmony, used her hand to raise the cock upward , presenting it to Ochaco. It was once more standing tall and proud, the heavy weight no longer resting on the dark-haired girl's face, and the brunette was able to run her tongue all the way down the vascular underside in a series of dog-like licks. Her face descended beside Kyouka's as her mouth joined in on her ballsucking, and soon two mouths were working on her ballsack, while a hand furiously stroked above.

"Oh, fuck," Miruko grunted. "That's the shit..."

They suckled at both of her balls at the same time, one for each of them. Their noses pressed into her sack as their mouths slurped away at her sperm-filled orbs, with one girl sucking it into her wet mouth and clasping her lips around it in a cushiony seal, while the other ran her tongue over it in long licks. Their cheeks pressed together, mashing so firmly it was hard to tell where their skin started or ended, both of them working in harmony to suck the balls of the hung she-stud.

Her balls were filled with plenty of hot, potent sperm, each droplet carrying a virile payload that was designed for impregnation. All of the baby-batter inside could impregnate U.A twice over, but it was all packed in there just for the two sluts she'd chosen this time around; their destiny was to be knocked up, and by the end of the day, they would be - it was guaranteed. It was those balls the girls were worshipping, even as Miruko petted and scratched their heads; their kisses and slurps were reverential, uncaring that their fates and kids were held inside. it was amusing to Miruko, in a way, but also undeniably hot - the girls knew where they belonged, now, and that this was the highest calling their bodies could achieve.

"Good girls," she groaned. "Natural cocksuckers, the two of you - must be a class they teach you U.A girls, huh?"

She laughed to herself, running her tongue over her lips. The girls peered up at her around the beefy line of her cock, eyes dazed and starry, their lips planted firmly around her balls. They sucked away, lips pulling and tugging while tongues swept out and caressed the bulging flanks of her sperm-laden orbs, and the bunny-girl was soon left growling with desire; a deep and throaty rumble of pure need that could have made any girl submit right then.

"This is good," she panted, "like, real good, but I'm going to be buried inside one of you broads before I blow my load, understand?"

She stepped back, and both girls had their mouths forced off in a series of needy whines. Soon the were panting, practically writhing with lust, just staring up at her, and she felt her ego soar.

"Right... Let's go with little miss rockstar, first." She smirked. "I love breaking in the reserved ones."

"W-wha?" Kyouka voiced, somehow timid and shy despite the saliva coating on her lips and the strings hanging from her chin. "T-that's…"

Miruko was pleased to see that their faculties had yet to fully abandon them. They were hot and horny, bothered beyond belief, but they were still very much them.

"That's exactly what you need right now," Miruko chuckled, "and what my cock wants."

Her hand slipped off her head and grabbed the back of her uniform, hauling her up onto unsteady feet like an animal would grab her children. Kyouka yelped as she was lifted and set in front of Miurko, just a few inches away from her body, practically pressed in firmly. She was so small by comparison to the towering goddess of sculpted muscle, and the girl knew it, too. She knew just how small and vulnerable she was to the breeding stud of a woman, and her body liked it.

It's how it's meant to be, Kyouka's body told her, and toward that, she had not the will to resist.

Her broad hand grabbed a fistful of Kyouka's skirt and tugged, and the girl yelped yet again, shifting. She moved and shimmied her hips as Miruko stripped it off in just a few scant seconds, the fabric soon a puddle on the floor, near the discarded pants. Her top remained on, however, and it was strictly because Miruko hadn't the desire to delay even a few more seconds - not with her cock pulsating with the urge to be buried inside a hot girl and let loose.

Her arm swept around Kyouka's waist and her hand planted itself on her tight, svelte rear, and she hauled her upward in a single rush of passion. The girl yelped once more, her breath rising up in a panicked noise - no one was used to just being pulled into the air like they were a sack of potatoes, after all. Miruko's bicep bulged as she lifted Kyouka, the hard muscle suddenly twice her normal size as it bore the weight of the schoolgirl, her hand cupping her ass perfectly. And that was all she used - just one hand, lifting Kyouka up in a position that was far too precarious for comfort, forcing the girl to wrap her legs around the woman's midsection lest she fall.

"See? You know how it's done," Miruko chuckled roughly, and Kyouka flushed.

"I -"

Her words were cut off as Miruko stepped forward and pushed her back against the wall; not firmly, but just enough to serve as a rest. Neither girl realized just how far they had retreated when Miruko advanced, how they had backed themselves against the wall, but it didn't matter. Now it served as a convenient place for Miruko to fuck Kyouka against, and it definitely wasn't the first time she'd done something like so.

Her cock bounced under her movements, flopping under its own considerable weight. She had to use her free hand to grab it and align herself with the girl's sopping folds, her fingers merely brushing aside her panties without a second thought - though she did notice just how wet they were. It was a momentary amusement, her arousal pounding in her ears and demanding that she go on, and Miruko always listened to her arousal. She let out a needy growl as her ruddy tip brushed against Kyouka's entrance, her dickhead pushing into the girl's soft entrance, and she felt Kyouka gasp and groan in reply, the simple touch already too much for her to bear. A simple touch wasn't all she got, though, as Miruko used the awesome strength of her arms to haul the girl down by her ass alone, pressing her onto the towering obelisk of mocha-coloured cockflesh with all the grace of an animal in heat.

Kyouka squealed as her entrance was breached by a cock for the first time, and that cock happened to be the biggest thing she'd ever seen in her young life. The head alone felt like a fist shoving into her tight cunt, piercing through her tight folds like a battering ram shoving through castle gates - all brute force and power, and little grace. Miruko was never known for such things anyway, and she wasn't about to start now. She was rough and tough and direct, and if that meant slamming her cunt into a pussy three sizes too small for her, she'd do it - and so she did.

The dark-haired girl had her legs firmly pressed around her waistline, holding fast just to keep herself upright and secure - a hand on her ass and the wall near her back wasn't enough. They tightened as the cock began to pump into her leaking snatch, a reflexive reaction as the awesome pressure of having a forearm of cock immediately sinking into her body was quickly too much to bear. Her eyes watered as Miruko pulled her down, her mouth opening in a silent gasp of breathless delight, her cunt contracting hard around the beefy pillar of cock.

"Ah," Miruko sighed. "Nice and - fucking - tight."

"T-too big!" Kyouka whined, gasping.

"That's what they all say," the bunny-girl laughed, while Ochaco watched with wide eyes. "But I still fit all of it inside, and then they're howling for it. You'll be howling for it."

Kyouka merely gasped again.

She dragged her down, inch after inch disappearing into her tight tunnel, the pink walls flexing and bulging outward in thick ripples as she was shoved full of cockmeat. Her girth was so thick and wide that it pushed her out entirely, her folds struggling to accommodate it, while her insides began to flutter painfully tight. Her insides clamped down, tight as a vice, wrapping the hard dick in soft skin that only made Miruko groan pleasantly. She barely heeded the whining girl propped up in her muscled arm, only focused on each inch she slammed into her body.

Ochaco, for her part, had a perfect view as she knelt on the floor. She watched as each inch disappeared into her friend as if by magic, the sheer incredulity of seeing that titanic shaft fit into a girl a quarter of her size making itself known on her face - it was like a girl at an illusory performance. She stared intently as Miruko shoved Kyouka full of cock, spreading her obscenely wide in just a few scant moments - less than a minute since she'd propped the girl up, and she had already half of her long cock jammed into her young body. Saliva that had been heaped upon it began to squelch and drip down, rolling over the throbbing girth in many, many long lines that almost audibly slurped.

"Like what you see, Ochaco?" Miruko asked, raising an eyebrow down at the kneeling brunette. She kept pulling Kyouka down, but did so with only a modicum of attention - she didn't even need to focus on the act that came so naturally to her.

"I-I-I - Yeah," Ochaco stammered, biting her lip.

"Well, don't just sit there and watch," Miruko added, laughing boldly. The girl in her arms was dragged down at a brisk pace, her cunt sliding down over the thick slab that was so intent on breeding her young body. Kyouka gasped weakly, her arms soon tossing around the woman's broad neck to steady herself - but even then, it was only just. She seemed ill-adjusted and incapable of handling it, almost entirely overwhelmed already. It was the exact same as so many others, each one suffering under the effects of her hulking slab of cock, stretched out wider and fuller than they'd ever been.

Ochaco rose up on unsteady legs, still watching as her friend was dragged down inch after inch, more than two-thirds of hard cock jam-packed into her tight and clamping cunt. The brunette visibly gulped, tongue flicking over her lips, unable to decide on if she was supposed to stare at Miruko or Kyouka - eyes rapidly flicking, swivelling between their faces, and down to their conjoined nethers. Chuckling, the dark skinned bunny threw her arm around the girl's slim neck, the size difference almost comical, and tugged her forward in a rush.

Ochaco's face slammed into her tit, just as she wanted her to, and with her arm around her neck and hand on the back of her head, she kept her there. "Make a gal feel good, huh?"

Ochaco just nodded rapidly against her breasts, again, gasping and panting. Just like before, her lewd mouth began to kiss and suckle at whatever was in reach, pulling firm brown skin into her mouth. It was like a switch had been toggled, and the girl just went at her titflesh with ravenous and hungry suckles. Her soft and plump cheeks bunched around her mouth as she pressed in so close it was like she was trying to bury her face into the plump mountain, and Miruko laughed.

"Holy crap," Kyouka whined, unable to do much else as she grit her teeth and squeezed her eyes shut. Miruko had more than enough sense, and knew not to slam her full length into a tight little thing that hadn't been stretched out before - but that didn't mean she couldn't bounce her along. She did so smoothly, reversing her pulling motion and pushing the girl skyward, and she whined even harder than before, limbs locking tight.

Kyouka rose up the iron-hard pillar, inch after inch sliding out of her tight channel in a breathless rush, with Miruko's arm bulging with muscle. In moments she was shoved straight back down, her meals increasing as the bunny groaned. The touch of her soft inner walls was delightful, soothing her aching prick in the best way possible. There were few things better than a tight girl, and Miruko enjoyed the feel of Kyouka around her length.

"S-s-shit," the dark-haired girl gasped, her voice small.

Ochaco sucked on her tits, her mouth pulling hard and fast on a nipple, almost on the tips of her toes. Miruko stared at the brunette as she went at her body, her arm casually lifting Kyouka up and down, the strength in one limb more than up to the task. Her cock still ached and her balls thrummed with need, her desire to fuck running hot, but she suppressed it for the moment. She settled on bouncing the featherweight of a girl, enjoying the supple texture of her tight inner walls that flexed and milked even as they were shoved apart, the moment pure indulgence.

Most of her attention was on Ochaco, and she pulled the girl away from her nipple only after watching her cheeks puff out like a chipmunk as she sucked for milk that wouldn't come - that was their job, not hers. With a needy growl her hand tugged and brown hair and twisted, pulling her away with a sloppy pop, and tilted their faces together. She leaned down and slammed her mouth into Ocacho's, kissing her hard. It was no kiss of passion, but pure dominance and desire, her tongue slamming into her mouth just as her cock did to Kyouka's pussy, claiming her another hole as her own.

Ochaco whimpered into her mouth, her tongue moving in futile patterns that were quickly lost as Miruko wrestled it down. She practically shoved her tongue down her throat, kissing and licking whatever was in reach, before pulling back noisily. The few scant moments left the girl breathless and red, and Miruko chuckled as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand while the other bounced Kyouka casually.

"Nice taste," she drawled. "Bit of myself in there."

Her red eyes flashes as Ochaco gaped, and then flicked down over the girl's curvy and homely body. Her hand reached out with the speed she was famed for and swiped at the line of buttons keeping both her jacket and blouse in place, popping them all off from top to bottom in a series of clicking sounds, a few even flinging out onto the floor. The girl gasped as her stomach was bared and her bra exposed, and flushed as Miruko tugged the left side of her uniform apart, the motion strong enough to carry the brunette with it.

"M-my uniform!" She protested weakly.

"Trust, U.A will give you more," she laughed. "I know - if not, put that compensation to use, eh?"

Her hand finished half-stripping her uniform, and planted itself on a large, fleshy breast, and squeezed. Her cute and frilly pink bra flexed and was nearly torn apart from the stress, and Ochaco mewled pleasantly. Kyouka did, too, but for different reasons; Moruko was now almost entirely inside, pressing up against her womb with each downward drop of her body. The girl had never, and would never, get something so deep inside her again, and the pressure drew tears to her eyes. Miruko didn't manhandle Ochaco's tit for long, though, because she was too quick and speedy of a girl to focus on any one thing.

She bounced Kyouka up and down with one hand, sliding her up her long, fat shaft before bringing her down again. Her arm tensed and flexed as she moved, the difficulties of such nonexistent. She couldn't move to her full capabilities, but it was enough to usually pleasure her, and she liked those sorts of things, too. It wasn't uncommon for her to bounce a girl in her arms when she was going about her day, if she had too much to do - namely, cooking or cleaning, or a show she wanted to watch. It was easier to use a girl like a toy sometimes, and it was enjoyable in how easygoing it felt - but it never lasted, not when her heat demanded she fucked like a stallion.

It was a call she couldn't resist, soon enough.

"Put yourself to good use while I fuck your friend, here," she told Ochaco, her attention drifting as her cock pulsed. Ochaco only had a moment of hesitation and thought before she was diving down and buried her face into the hard line of Miruko's abs, shoving her face between their bodies, hair grazing and cheeks rubbing. Like before, she worshipped the muscles of her belly as it flexed and rolled, stabbing her shaft upward with ever-increasing frequencies - but she didn't linger, her mouth rising up with long trails of her tongue, her lips moving up between her cleavage and over to her collarbones.

"Nnngh - fuck," Miruko grunted, her now-freed hand grabbing Kyouka by the waist. She shivered as Ochaco's lips kissed along her broad and powerful shoulders, but her focus was now entirely on Kyouka. She tilted her further back and pressed her firmly against the wall, forcing all the breath out her lungs from the simple power she applied. Kyouka gasped, her hair flopping in front of her eyes, and in the next second she was sent squealing as Miruko jabbed her hips hard.

"O-oh, f-fuck!" Kyouka whined, biting her lip in the next moment.

She drove her stiff and iron-hard length inside in a single movement, ramming it into her cunt with more intensity than she had shown so far, all casualness entirely gone. Much like the two sluts before her, it was like a switch had been toggled - from casual and easygoing to pure sexual need, the intensity of a purebred she-stud, and Kyouka was the lucky - and helpless - girl that got to experience all that first-hand. Her single thrust sent her dick slamming into her womb so hard that the girl squealed and yelped, body writhing, and it was just the first of the thrusts to come as Miruko really started to fuck.

With both hands on her hips and her body freed up - Ochaco only kissing at her arms and shoulders, memorizing the muscles with her lips - Miruko could do as she pleased - and she did. Her hips bucked with violent jabs, dragging all ten-and-a-half inches out of the dark-haired girl's sopping snatch and then ramming it back inside without a second thought, all sense of pacing gone and any care for the girl's capabilities were forgotten. Or, rather, Miruko didn't even need to think about them - she knew exactly how much a girl could take and what they liked, almost as if it was a Quirk in and of itself; and she knew that Kyouka wanted a fuck that would leave her breathless and moaning like a whore.

"A-ah!" Kyouka gasped, her body shivering. "H-holy - holy - s-shit - !"

Her washboard abs rippled in a mesmerizing sheet of muscle as she moved her hips hard and fast, extracting the entirety of her shaft with little trouble and then ramming it back inside. Her force was awesome, applying more stress on Kyouka's slender body than she had ever born in her life, and it showed as her face gasped and groaned. Her voice rose up in a chorus of lewd moans, but she tried to restrain herself, if only just - not that it mattered, not as she was fucked into the wall like a toy, each thrust sending her back walloping against it in muffled thumps.

"F-fuck me!" The girl whined, her body tightening up and clamping down hard. Miruko was only dimly aware of the girl's climax at first, because the rippling and milking felt no different than usual. The waterfall of fluid tipped her off, along with the tightening of the girl's face and the tilting of her head - and the rather profuse swearing. It was quick and brief, all told, barely a footnote in the lengthy and thorough fuck, but the extra lubrication was welcome.

"There we go!" Miruko chuckled throatily, ramming her cock into Kyouka's plush cunt with ease.

She was skilled at the use of her cock, having done this all so many times it was just like riding a bicycle. It didn't matter that her cock was as long as a forearm or as thick as one, too; nor that the girl she was banging was as tight as a vice, her insides squirming and rippling around the iron-hard girth that they were trying to squeeze the life out of. She moved with unparalleled ease, maneuvering her cock in and out of the snatch that was dripping wet for her body. Each thrust picked up in intensity, her pace growing hard and fierce as she gave in to the demands of her balls and the aching desire to just breed.

Sometimes, she really was more bunny than human.

Kyouka gasped and writhed against her, her hips bucking in unconscious motions as she tried to shift but only ended up fucking herself onto the fat spear of cockmeat that glided between her lower folds. Miruko's broad hands clasped her waist, her fingers very nearly touching as she clasped her body tight; she had full control in everything, and held nothing back as she fucked the girl into the wall that she was braced against. Legs got tighter around her waist and her arms tugged harder at her neck, with the girl trying and failing to find purchase as she was reamed out like a whore.

"Wow," Ochaco murmured under her breath, kissing along Miruko's biceps even as they bulged and flexed under her mouth.

"Get ready, cutie," Miruko told her in a rough grunt. "You'll be next - so why don't you take off that little get-up and get naked? I'm sure you want to feel this body all over your skin."

Her words were self-confidant, and utterly true. Within seconds the homely-looking girl was backing off and stripping herself down, previous qualms melted away in an instant. Miruko spared her a moment of focus before continuing to lay into the girl she had in her hands, her hips moving at a blistering pace that was impossible to follow and her arms bringing her up and down in impaling movements. Her Quirk gave her speed, and even here it applied, as she fucked a girl for all she was worth and then some - so hard and fast that it defied belief.

"F-fuck!" Kyouka groaned, her voice strained. "F-f… I!"

A second orgasm rocked through her, almost incredulously. It was a quick blast and surge, not very long-lasting or intense, but for the girl herself, it was immense - and then it happened again, the rough and quick treatment almost unbearable for Kyouka. She swore, biting the words out between her lips, teeth grit and eyes screwed shut. She looked like she was trying not to lose herself, and was dangerously close to failing as Miruko fucked her harder and faster than anyone could even consider.

All of her muscles were set on display as she rammed her cock inside, each line flexing, bunching, rippling, and dancing with movement. Kyouka was breathless as the air was forced from her lungs with each impaling thrust, her face a mask of pleasure and stoicism. She was trying to hold on and visibly failing, very much helpless against the Hero's impossible pace. Each thrust slammed her against the wall harder and faster, her backside thumping against it so hard that her skin went red.

It was more than that, soon enough. Each thrust made the wall creak, the elegant hardwood and modern-looking plaster bending and shifting in ways that it simply should not. It was like a furniture under incredible strain, and as Miruko put her all into it, her muscles rippling with intense motion, it only got worse. Wood seemed to pop and the wall quivered, with each slamming thrust forcing Kyouka into it more and more, making it whine in ever-increasing frequencies. Miruko grunted and groaned as she thrust, slam after slam sending the girl bashing into the wall, her body writhing in her tight grip.

The wall cracked under the pressure, shifting away from her slamming body. Fissures opened up as wood popped out of place, and the wall practically shattered inward like it had been hit by an anvil. Ochaco watched with her eyes as wide as saucers as Miruko's awesome power made itself known, her fucking quite literally breaking the wall apart - and she didn't even care. It was all just white noise for the bunny as her orgasm approached, her pleasure rising as her forearm length of cock swelled up. Her balls tensed in imminent preparation for release, and her strokes got even harder, more pronounced, fucking Kyouka into the wall until there was a Kyouka-shaped imprint in it - quite literally, an imprint of shattered plaster and wood in her shape.

"Alright, Kyouka," Miruko grunted, her hips bucking so hard that the wall continued to crack. "Time to get that baby in this flat belly of yours!"

She slammed in one final time, and she let go. Kyouka moaned as a rush of sweltering hot cum poured into her cunt, pumped in directly from Miruko's impossibly fat balls in thick, gloopy strings of heat. The girl positively writhed, her hips quivering, her moans turning breathless as the sheer pleasure of being filled up with a dense load of cum took its toll on her mental state just as much as it tore down her body. The cum came blasting out in thick, frothy waves, splattering her insides and splashing around until pink walls bulged outward and distended.

Kyouka's head was tossed all the way back, her eyes closed and neck stretched, her mind unable to contend with the river of cum being poured into her directly from the tap that was Miruko's swollen ball sack. Each pump was a rush of virile baby-batter, more potent than the next ten people combined, and more than enough to put a baby in her oven; and every last drop was sent pumping into her womb as if she were hosing it down, ensuring every last pink inch was doused in white. It filled to the brim before overflowing, shifting out around the spasming length of her cock in lines of squelching semen.

"Fuck!" Miruko proclaimed. "Damn, that feels good! I always love unloading in a hot gal."

She withdrew the massive line of her shaft, allowing it to flop out of Kyouka's tightness in a messy rush of cum that began to drop to the ground. Ochaco was still staring, her jaw agape at the sudden waterfall of cum that came pouring out of her friend's well-fucked and well-stretched pussy, the white liquid thicker and denser than semen had any right to be - it was the kind of load that was designed for impregnation. Kyouka was too fucked out of comprehension to even make a comment on how utterly full of cum she was, but it was no hidden fact - not at all.

The broad-shouldered bunny girl let out a relieved sigh as her cock spat out a few final streams against Kyouka's pale skin, her hands loosening around her waist. She didn't so much set the girl down as she merely dropped her unceremoniously, letting her fall to the ground in a well-fucked and gasping heap; a good look, if Miruko did say so herself. But, ever the ravenous futa, the moment didn't linger before she was turning her predatory attentions to the next girl in line for her cock - the curvy and plush Ochaco, who had stripped herself down in anticipation.

She was exactly as Miruko imagined her to be - wide hips, plump thighs, large breasts, all of it tied together with a layer of supple softness that left her cock hard. There wasn't a line of tightness or muscle on her body - at least, none that was visible - and that was just how the bunny-girl wanted it.

"Alright, you gorgeous little thing," she purred, bringing Ochaco toward her. "Your turn."

"I, uhm - Ah!"

She was hauled up just as Kyouka had, but where the girl was placed in her arms and set against the wall, she instead carried Ochaco over to her bed, crossing the distance in a few broad steps. She tossed her onto it, and the brunette made a noise between a giggle and a yelp as she landed with a huff, the mattress dipping underneath her. Her weight wasn't significant enough to distress the bed, but Miruko, who followed immediately after, certainly did; it whined in protest at her heavy weight, while Ochaco flushed and trembled, crawling backward. Her eyes moved past the line of Miruko's hanging breasts and over her stomach, to the fat cock that still dripped cum - potent, lethal baby-batter - and the still-swollen orbs beyond.

"M-Miruko!" The girl stuttered. "I!"

Miruko grabbed the girl's thick thighs, one broad hand on each of them, and squeezed, her fingers sinking in deep. She pulled them apart in a rush of movement, and used those handholds to pull the girl toward her. Ochaco yelped, dragged down, and soon under the incredibly fit, mocha-coloured body of Miruko. She gazed up at her timidly, caught between arousal and trepidation, her lust and arousal and desire warring with what she'd just seen happen - but she wasn't resisting. Her body wanted her so, so bad, and Miruko could smell that need dripping off her in droves.

"Just like that," Miruko purred, grinning. "Say my name, just like that."

Ochaco shook her head, cheeks blushing, her eyes flicking from face to breasts to abs to cock and back again. Miruko lowered herself over her, spreading her legs out wide, her own broad hips settling into place between thighs that were thick and plump with soft skin. It made for a delight to hold, but soon made for an even greater delight to have caressing her waistline. Her hips expertly aligned her cock with the wet line of Ochaco's furrow, her dickhead slamming down on her spongey folds and making the girl moan under her breath.

The girl's face lit up with embarrassment. "I -"

"I can feel how hot you are for me, Ochaco," Miruko told her directly. "How needy this body is. You're dripping." Down she went, her cock grazing. "Don't act all embarrassed now - you stripped yourself down, knowing I'd break you in."

She moved without a care, pushing forward boldly. Her cock pushed into the soft mass of her lower lips, grinding against that soft entrance and pushing them down like they were sponges for her to squeeze; the weight of her head and the hulking slab beyond too much to bear. Ochaco made a plaintive noise, her hips rising up, but she soon dug her teeth into her lower lip to prevent any noise from coming out as Miruko settled herself over her - hands planted to either side of her body, her thighs left forgotten, her cock pointed like a spear.

And then she pushed, and the girl let out a subvocal whine. Down her hips went, sliding the hard meat of her shaft down into her waiting tightness, spearing her folds wide around her obscene girth. Much like Kyouka, natural tightness didn't matter for anything where her cock was concerned; it was simply too large, too thick, and the wielder too skilled for such things to matter. She drove herself down at a brusque pace, inch after inch pushing into Ochaco's body like the sheath it was, her cunt serving little purpose but to please her stiffness. Miruko let her eyelids flutter at the sensations of hot, warm flesh wrapped tight around her, the pleasure of it immensely gratifying.

"Ah, there we go," she husked, leaning over the girl. Her broad, muscled form covered her entirely, casting a shadow over the significantly smaller girl. Her breasts hung down under the weight of gravity and her muscles grazed against smooth, peachy skin that was several shades lighter than her own, and she smiled. "Now, let's break you in."

Her hips pulled back just a fraction, sliding an inch of hard cock out of her inner walls, and Ochaco squirmed. Down she went a moment later, her hips swivelling smoothly and evenly, spearing her through with a firm motion that sent the girl yelping around her clenched teeth. Her jaw was tight and her lips sealed, providing an amusing sight as Ochaco tried to rein in the sounds that threatened to spill from her lips. Miruko had no such issues, and grunted as she pushed her cock in, inch by inch. Pink walls parted with the downward stroke of her hips, her abs grazing against the softness of the brunette's stomach as she pressed in over her. The grinding movement of her pelvis had her abs rippling, and the fat line of her cock drove in ever deeper.

Her hands were planted firmly on the bed near Ochaco's shoulders, creating indents as she braced her weight on them. Her body was in close, and with Ochaco's spread legs tentatively around her waist, it was almost a missionary position - almost. It got her cock in fairly deep, pushing past inches of smooth pussy, the walls all soft and textured in a way that left her groaning. The girls had never been with anyone before, that was for sure just by their tightness alone - and she loved it. It was always the best part of grabbing U.A girls, and it never failed to please her ravenous lusts.

"Fuck," she sighed, quickly reaching up a hand to brush through her long, white hair. "I love first-timers."

Ochaco blushed. "I - That's -"

"Oh, I can feel it," she laughed. "Doesn't make you two any less slutty, that's for sure - natural born."

Her hips pressed in deeper, driving her slick and well-lubed length down. "Makes it all the more fun."

She thrust into her tightness, drawing her hips back before pushing back inside with a slick pacing that left her insides rippling. She was large enough, and Ochaco was tight enough, that she could feel each bit of her inner tunnel clamp down and stroke along her length, fluttering and squeezing in all the right ways to make her groan. Her stiffness was wrapped up in sopping folds, outer lips wrapped nice and tight around her wrist-thick girth, coaxing it in despite the embarrassment of the girl underneath her.

Miruko pulled back only long enough to spear herself right back inside, driving her long cock right through her cunt with broad, deep strokes. Her hips moved in a circular motion and her stomach rolled, the rhythm far more cyclical than it had been with Kyouka. The missionary made it much easier to push in and out, but didn't allow for an immediate start-up into pure speed; but it worked out well as she teased the girl loose, stretching her out around her with each pump and pull. She bed quivered as she pushed down, and as the line of her cock sank into the tight embrace of her snatch, Ochaco was driven down into the mattress.

Ochaco tried not to make any noises, cutely enough. Her hands clutched at the bedding around her, pulling at the clean linens as Miruko drove herself down into her cunt, her jaw set tight. Her eyes squeezed and tensed with each downward push, her hands gripping tighter and twisting more and more. Her hips rolled with each pump of Miruko's massive shaft, the sheer size making sure she couldn't just sit still and take it. The longer that Miruko pumped her cock inside the harder it became for Ochaco to try and keep the whines and whimpered in, and soon one of her hands was rising up, setting the back of her wrist over her mouth so that she could bite down at the skin there and prevent her noises from coming out.

"Come one, Ochaco," Miruko purred, leaning down. She had to angle her face so that they were face to face, but the girl couldn't meet her eyes. "You can make noises - let's hear that voice of yours, hm?"

Ochaco shook her head, one hand tangled in the sheets and the other on the back of her mouth, eyes flicking away as she was fucked deeper and broader with each stroke of her hips. Each downward push sent her deeper, the cock hilting into her steaming depths without an ounce of difficulty, rocking her soft and fleshy body underneath her own. Her muscles scraped against her stomach and her breasts pushed into the fat softer pair of the girl's, and she let out a long, lewd laugh.

"Oh, these'll feel great once they're full of milk," she purred, and saw Ochaco's eyes go wide. "I bet you'll have plenty for my kid - or twins, however many I pump into this belly of yours."

She moved down, harder and firmer, driving the iron-hard length of her cock into her soft body. Her muscles had her in a cage, and the girl writhed underneath it, struggling to find purchase where there was none. The sheets tangled and her teeth bit into her wrist as it went on, her face flushing with each lewd word that came out of Miruko's mouth. She could practically see the girl's pressure points, knew exactly what spots to make her squirm, and she pushed all those buttons easily and quickly.

"You want that, don't you, huh?" She husked, leaning in even more. Her cock made slurping sounds as she shoved her cock down, filling the girl up with so much cockmeat that she was full to the point of bursting. Her womb was caressed by the head of her cock, which used the fleshy entrance as a pillow to rest against on each thrust. "That's why you accepted this - you wanted to know what it was like to have Miruko, a Pro Hero, pump a baby into your hot little oven."

Ochaco squeaked behind her hand, eyes squeezing shut.

"I know how you girls are like," she pressed, and was rewarded by seeing Ochaco melt like a puddle. "Curious about all those women carrying little mocha-coloured babies; you want to be one of them, to know what it's like to be fucked by a proper breeding machine and walk away with a kid. Someone that doesn't hold back, and doesn't pull out."

She leaned in closer, chuckling, as her hips pumped down. "Well, today's you're lucky day - because you will be leaving with a kid inside you, and I never, ever pull out, Ochaco. Consider yourself a momma already."

Almost as if in response to her bold, matter-of-fact declaration, Ochaco tossed her shapely legs around Miruko's thighs and head fast, the plush flesh caressing her taut muscle. Cables swung around her broad backside and her feet pushed into the hardness of her ass, drawing a receptive groan from the breeding-stud. Her legs moved along with her downward pushes, almost helping her get in deeper, while ankles swiftly, yet clumsily, locked around the small of her back. It was a secure hold, and the kind of thing that made Ochaco's intentions of making sure she couldn't pull out very, very clear - but it was also wholly unsuited for the action at hand.

And so, Miruko laughed, her hands moving briefly. "Oh, this isn't that kind of fuck, cutie."

She grabbed her legs one after the other, bracing her body briefly on the strength of her knees and the stiffness of her abs. She hauled Ochaco's legs apart once more, and the girl made a noise into her hand. Legs were swiftly spread wide, plump flesh jiggling, before Miruko pushed them up, her strong hands clamping tight. The girl whined as she was rolled underneath Miruko's body and her legs were stretched around and up, pushed away from their bodies and then pulled back into line. They were set on Miruko's broad shoulders and set to rest there, and then Miruko pushed down.

"This is what it's like," she continued, still chuckling.

Ochaco groaned into her hand, while the other grabbed tight at the sheets. Her legs were born down as Miruko pressed into her once more, her hands coming to a rest to either side of her head and her cock thrusting back down into the waiting warmth of her snatch. She pinned the girl down into a mating press with ease, using the weight of her body to push her legs in toward her chest and her feet around her head in an almost comical sight; this was no mating press with legs around her waist or set to the sides, but a proper fucking where her muscles and strength reigned supreme.

She had full control, now, just as she had when she bounced Kyouka like the little whore she was, and she made sure to use it. Her hips pulled back and thrust once, and that thrust alone was harder and deeper than any she'd achieved before with the curvy little girl underneath her. It reached her deepest points and thudded against her womb, and Ochaco let out a muffled squeal at the heady contact. It was repeated with smooth and liquid ease, Miruko's well-lubed cock plunging down into plush folds with a single downward movement, her abs flexing and working hard.

Her body was close, and her muscles rubbed up against Ochaco in all the right ways with each movement she made. She was all strength and muscle, and Ochaco was all plump curves, and it felt delightful for the both of them as they rubbed up against one another. Ochaco was red-faced and flushed right through, down to the tops of her perky chest. Her hands twisted, both against her mouth as she struggled not to make noises, and the other in the white sheets around her, visibly struggling.

Miruko, on the other hand, just liked the feeling of a soft, cushiony body pressed against her, and each time her cock hilted itself against her womb and her body pushed down, it was like setting herself on a pillow. She groaned as she moved, abs rippling across Ochaco's smooth and -as of yet - flat belly, while their thighs thumped together. Wetness squelched out around her cock as she sent it sawing down into the depths of her snatch, and her slit made wet popping noises as her overloaded sperfactories came ramming in with full-bodied force.

Ochaco's face twisted and turned, her brown hair messing up around her head as it rolled and rotated. She was struggling, trying to hold herself back, the worst of her moans coming out as muffled and potent noises that sent trembles down her spine. Each balls-deep thrust made it worse, her body overloaded by the sensations washing through her. Her eyes seemed to flicker and go hazy each time her cock slammed into her womb, the fleshy barrier of her cervix doing a very bad job at keeping her bulbous cock-tip out of the fertile cove, and her legs trembled in reply.

"Fucking tight," Miruko grunted, her body driving down with hard, impaling thrusts. She still wasn't just fucking the brunette into a heap on the bed, hard enough to crack the frame - both because she didn't want to go through yet another one, but also because it was easier to really work every last throbbing inch of her cock in and out when she wasn't. She could almost see the bliss written across the girl's face as she did so, and it pleased her. "I'm surprised no one's broken you in before, and made you a mother. A pussy this tight and a womb this greedy needs a kid inside it."

Ochaco mewled, and Miruko grinned even as she husked. Dimly, out of the corner of her eye, she was aware of Kyouka watching them, sitting on top of the dresser. She had her shirt unbuttoned and undone, her skirt and panties cast aside, and her fingers were plunging into the waiting tightness of her well-fucked slit, dislodging cum in heaps. She was so clearly aroused and excited by the lewd sight that she was jacking off right then and there as he waited for another turn, and Miruko's already-swollen ego got a nicer boost.