Tonight-jackpot doubled. Lurking in the vents (Pop-Off balls as silent grapples), I'd eavesdropped on her room: Momo Yaoyorozu, Creation's ice princess, rich-girl perfection with curves that haunted my dreams.
Mina's voice, husky and commanding: "The camp grid-Nezu's patrols, Aizawa's shifts. Leak it to Shigaraki. For us." Momo's reply, breathy, adoring: "Yes, Mina... anything for you. U.A.'s chains break for the League now."
A kiss followed-wet, lingering, Momo's moans muffled against Mina's lips. Traitor #2, Mina's lover and LOV pawn.
Leverage? I just gained a harem of hostages. Two goddesses, my playthings. No spilling to Aizawa; why end the fun? Tonight, I'd claim my due, their wills bending to my whims. They'd beg for more. And I? Not done. Not by half.
I slipped from the vents, grape head helmet tucked under arm, hero costume swapped for loose pants and a tee that hid my 12-inch beast's twitch.
Mina's room first-end of the girls' wing, door cracked from her "study session" with Momo. I knocked soft, three raps like a secret code. "Pinky? It's your favorite grape. Got a... thirst."
Pause. Rustle. Door cracked, her fanged face peering out-pink skin flushed, horns glinting, crop top askew from whatever lover's tangle.
"Mineta? At this hour? Get lost, perv." But her eyes flicked-leverage's shadow. I leaned in, voice low. "Overheard you and Ponytail. League whispers, camp leaks. Hot stuff. But... I keep quiet if you play nice. Or Aizawa gets a full report."
Her fangs bared, acid bubbling at her palms, but her power didn't cover me. She hissed, "You little shit-fine. But make it quick."
Door swung wide, her room a pink haze-plushies scattered, bed rumpled from Mina-Momo's earlier heat. Momo sat on the edge, silk pajamas clinging to her curves, ponytail loose, dark eyes widening behind glasses.
"Ashido? Who-" Mina cut her, voice sweet poison. "Our... associate, Momo. Plays nice, or we're exposed." Momo's rewritten loyalty flickered-protect Mina-nodding slow. "For you... yes."
I grinned, grape balls itching to pop in triumph. "Ladies first. Mina-you start. Sit." She perched on the bed, legs crossed, fanged scowl daring me.
Momo beside her, porcelain hands folded, analytical mind whirring but bent to Mina's will. I straddled Mina's lap-tiny frame dwarfed by her curves, but leverage leveled the field-hands framing her pink face, thumbs tracing her horns.
"No holding back." Her eyes narrowed, but she parted her lips-plush, fanged invitation. I dove.
One minute in: my lips sealed hers, firm against plush pink pillows, tasting cherry acid-sweet-tangy bite like overripe fruit laced with her quirk's edge.
She stiffened, fangs nicking my tongue in warning, but I parted her deeper, tongue tracing the seam before sliding inside, claiming the velvet heat like stolen territory.
Her breath hitched, a low growl vibrating, but I curled my length around hers, stroking slow and deliberate, mapping every ridge, every fanged crevice.
Saliva mingled slick and warm, my tongue teasing the roof of her mouth with flat laps that drew a muffled "Mmph!"-her hands clutching my shoulders, nails digging like claws.
It ticked over with a final, prolonged curl-tongues entwined, stilling in exhausted lock-before I pulled back, lips swollen, her fanged mouth glistening, breath hitching in aftershocks. "Good girl, Pinky. Now... Ponytail's turn."
Mina slumped, dazed, wiping her chin with a trembling hand, eyes glazed with reluctant fire. "You... bastard."
But leverage held; she nodded to Momo, who shifted closer, porcelain face flushed, glasses fogged. "For her," she whispered, her power bending her to the act.
I turned, hands framing Momo's face-soft, elegant jaw under my thumbs, dark hair spilling like silk.
Her lips parted hesitant, full and unpainted, tasting of chamomile and ink as I sealed mine to hers, tongue tracing the seam before sliding inside, claiming the pristine heat.
She tasted refined-tea's herbal calm laced with her innate elegance, breath steady but quickening. I curled my length around hers, teasing the tip in gentle flicks, coaxing her response; she yielded gracefully, tongue meeting mine in a tentative curl, analytical mind surrendering to sensation.
Wet sounds whispered-soft slurps, shared gasps-her breath measured through her nose, porcelain skin warming against my grape pallor.
Her hands explored now-graceful fingers tracing my shoulders, pulling closer with surprising need, hips shifting subtly as the kiss dragged, time stretching in heated lock.
It ticked over with a final, prolonged curl-tongues entwined, stilling in exhausted lock-before I pulled back, lips swollen, her dark eyes glazed, breath hitching in aftershocks. "Perfect, Ponytail. Both of you... mine."
Mina and Momo sat dazed, lips glistening, chests heaving-Mina's fanged scowl softened to reluctant heat, Momo's poise cracked to adoring haze.
I grinned, grape balls popping one free to stick the door shut-permanent seal, no interruptions. "Oh, Pinky-we're just warming up. Ponytail too. You're both gonna bear my kids."
Momo's dark eyes widened, Creation sparking faintly-a key materializing mid-air before dissolving, her power bending her will to Mina's, and thus mine.
They nodded, bodies shifting on the sheets-Mina peeling her crop top fully, breasts spilling free, pink orbs heaving; Momo's silk top slipping from shoulders, porcelain swells bared, nipples pebbling in the cool air.
I stripped, 12-inch girth springing free-veined and throbbing, quirk-enhanced monstrosity pulsing with pervy pride.
"Mina first. On your back-legs spread." She complied, pink form sprawling, horns digging into pillows, legs parting to bare her core-slick with reluctant need, acid sheen glistening.
Momo watched, hand on Mina's thigh, lover's support twisted by my command. I positioned, head breaching her folds-stretching the velvet heat inch by girthy inch, her walls clenching like a vice around my length.
"Ahh-Mineta!" she gasped as I bottomed out, tip kissing her cervix, womb's gate yielding under pressure.
My hand splayed her exposed stomach-toned pink plane quivering-fingers pressing firm just above her mound.
Her legs hooked over my shoulders for deeper angles, my hips slamming, 12-inch length plunging full-hilt every second-wet slaps echoing, tip battering her womb's depths with unyielding force.
"Mineta!" she screamed on the first squeeze, my palm compressing her stomach in vise-pulse, forcing the breach wider, her core convulsing around me.
"Mineta!"-another wail as I thrust again, squeeze syncing to milk deeper, her pink walls fluttering, acid-slick heat gripping like molten silk.
Rhythm set, thrusts hammering, squeezes every second-firm kneads just above her mound, compressing to anchor my girth, her screams a mantra.
"Mineta, deeper, Mineta!", body arching, horns scraping wood, fanged mouth open in ecstasy-pain.
Pace escalated, my free hand mauling her breast-pinching the pink nipple in time with squeezes, thrusts turning savage, tip exploding her cervix every hilt.
"Mineta-deeper! Ahh, Mineta!" Her screams peaked, core flooding with juices, but I held seed, building the flood.
Slower grinds, circling to grind her clit, squeezes harder-vise-like holds that made her abs clench, womb yielding fully.
"Mineta! Impregnate me-Mineta!" Minutes blurred, her pink skin slick with sweat, horns tangled in sheets, body thrashing under the marathon.
I flipped her doggy-ass high, my chest to her back, arm banding her waist, hand reclaiming her stomach from below, squeezing upward in relentless pulses as I rutted primal.
"Minetaaa!" she wailed on re-entry, tip spearing her womb direct, squeeze compressing to embed every inch.
Her screams fractured, body bucking, horns digging my shoulder. One hand in her horns, yanking to arch her, the other squeezing unyielding, thrusts piston-fast.
"Mineta-Impregnate me deeply, Mineta!" Juices soaked us, her core a vice of heat.
Side-spooned, intimate-her leg over mine for access, palm flat on her belly, pressing relentlessly as I thrust slow-deep, every second a grind into her womb.
"Mineta! Harder! Mineta!" Squeezes kneaded the taut plane, ensuring saturation, her moans turning guttural.
"Mineta-Ahh, Mineta!" Climax crashed, my roar echoing as seed erupted-thick, virile ropes pumping into her womb's heart, squeezes vise-hard to anchor every spurt, her walls convulsing, milking the flood.
"Minetaaa!" she thrashed, nails raking my back, core overflowing yet held by compression, the spark igniting eternal.
Positions blurred-her riding reverse, breasts bouncing, my hands mauling her stomach from below, squeezes in time with her descent-"Mineta, Mineta!"
Fresh loads flooded, compression ensuring embedding. Spooned again, palm relentless, thrusts slow to savor-"Mineta! Deeper-deeper! Mineta!" Her screams wailed, body a vessel for my essence.
Prone bone, ass up, squeezes from behind compressing her belly to the mattress-"Mineta! Impregnate me-Mineta!" Climaxes cascaded, seed gushing in torrents, womb taut under my grip.
Primal close-face-to-face, legs intertwined, 12-inch buried hilt-deep, hand never leaving her stomach, squeezes unyielding waves-rhythmic kneads every second drawing guttural screams-"Mineta! In my womb, oh yes, Mineta!"
Thrusts hammered, tip exploding her core, final peaks ripping through us-seed torrent after torrent, virile ropes painting her depths white, squeezes harder to embed the life-spark.
"Minetaaa!" She shattered, body milking the endless flood, stomach swollen faint under my palm, impregnation sealed irrevocable.
I collapsed beside her, spent but smug, 12-inch softening slick with our mess. "Good girl, Pinky. My kid in you now."
Mina panted, pink skin glistening, fanged mouth curled in exhausted snarl-but eyes flickered, her power on Momo holding, her hand stroking my chest.
"Your turn, Ponytail. Spread for me." Momo shifted, silk pajamas shed, porcelain form bared-curves like marble, core glistening with anticipation from the show.
I positioned, head breaching her folds-stretching the pristine tightness inch by girthy inch, her walls fluttering virgin-pure around me.
"Minoru!" she gasped as I bottomed, tip kissing her cervix. Hand on her exposed stomach-toned plane quivering-fingers pressing firm.
Elegance turned savage, her legs over my shoulders, hips slamming, 12-inch plunging hilt-deep every second-wet slaps echoing, tip battering her womb's gate.
"Minoru!" she screamed on the first squeeze, palm compressing her stomach, forcing the breach, her core clenching like silk vice.
"Minoru!"-thrust and squeeze syncing, her porcelain walls fluttering, vanilla-sweet juices coating me.
"Minoru-deeper! Ahh, Minoru!" Screams refined to raw, core flooding.
"Minoru, Minoru!" Minutes dilated, her skin flushed rose, breaths elegant gasps.
Doggy style, ass high, chest to her back, arm banding waist, hand squeezing upward as I rutted primal.
"Minoruuu!" Re-entry wail, tip spearing womb, squeeze compressing to embed.
Squeezes from behind to mattress. "Minoru! Impregnate me deep- Ahh, Minoru!" Climaxes built, seed held.
Spooned, palm relentless-"Minoru! Impregnate me-deeper! Minoru!" Wails fractured.
Face-to-face, legs locked, 12-inch hilt-deep, hand squeezing waves-"Minoru, harder, Minoru!" Thrusts hammered, final torrents gushing, womb taut, spark igniting. "Minoruuu!" She shattered, milking endless.
I collapsed, smug, both bellies taut with my claim. "My girls now." But as I reached for more, Mina's eyes hardened, acid bubbling. Momo's Creation sparked-a flamethrower materializing.
"Enough, grape," Mina hissed, acid lunging for my face-corrosive spray melting flesh to bone, dick searing to char.
I screamed, but Momo's flame roared, incinerating my body to ashes in seconds. "For us," she whispered. Darkness claimed me.