Well, this turned out WAY longer than I thought. This'll probably be the last chapter for at least a week (I got master's work now)

Just a fair warning, but this chapter contains some explicit, sexual BDSM tier content that even I was surprised by while writing.

Don't say I didn't warn you!

Chapter 5

Tokoyami sat in his counselor's office, on a brown couch. The walls were painted black. Various decorations from across the world covered the shelves, from America to Asia to Africa. Clearly, Dr. Hido travelled a lot. She sat on the chair across from him, clipboard and pen in hand. She wore a white button up and a green skirt. Her blonde hair tied in a bun. But her most defining characteristics were the small antlers on her forehead, and her hooved feet. Momo hadn't mentioned that part, but of course, it didn't matter to him. She cleared her throat.

"So, Mr. Tokoyami," she began with a smile, "how are you feeling today?"

"I'm doing well," he readjusted himself for a straighter posture, "better than before."

She nodded and checked her notes.

"You started having some symptoms of depression after your breakup," she noted, "you wanna talk more about that?"

"Of course. It started with basic mourning the first week," he interlocked his fingers, "After that, I slowly started to feel more numb. Well…not physically, but emotionally I suppose."

"What do you mean, numb?" She lowered her clipboard.

He scratches behind his head, ruffling his feathers.

"It was difficult just to get out of bed in the morning," he said as she started writing, "There was no more joy in my daily patrols. I stopped visiting my friends, cut off my daily workouts with one of them. I had no desire to go. We started again a few days ago."

"I see," she nodded, "I cannot medically diagnose you with anything, but such symptoms are common after an emotionally shaking event. I would reckon you are not clinically depressed, but if you feel a need to get checked up on that, you can always schedule an appointment with a psychiatrist. Have you felt this way before?"

"Not exactly. Some loneliness sure, but never anything I couldn't bear. I think that's just a part of who I am. For sure, this…episode has a direct cause, if that's what you're asking."

"Some people are more vulnerable to this sort of thing than others," she mentioned, "More neurotic. Would you describe yourself that way?"

"I do not think so," he shook his head, "My quirk has made things a bit difficult from time to time. I have to be more in control. Perhaps that has affected my mental state somehow. But, I've gotten better with time."

She nodded and wrote down some more.

"Well, that's covering more of your emotional state," she placed her clipboard down, "just to get a general idea of where you're at. You said you started working out again. That's good to hear. What changed?"

Tokoyami took a long breath.

"Well, I started visiting someone else," he said, "an old friend. It turns out, she's going through a similar trough as I. In fact, she's the one who recommended I start seeing a counselor."

"You think that has helped you?"

"More than I could've anticipated." he crossed his arms.

"You said you were visiting them," she noted, "Is it more a platonic thing?"

Tokoyami actually didn't know quite how to respond.

"You don't have to answer every question," she smiled, "I'm not here to pry into your personal life."

"No, it's fine, I know you aren't," he replied, "It's…a little hard to describe. We ran into each other on a mission. We decided to spend time together, and things quickly got intimate. Now we've decided to stick together."

"Believe it or not, that's not a very uncommon story," she said, "Especially if you both were hurting."

"With similar pains, no less. She'd also gone through a breakup."

Dr. Hido hummed and wrote down in her clipboard.

"So that explains your improved emotional state. With that in mind, what are you seeking counseling for exactly? Or, I should clarify, what is it you need advice on?"

Tokoyami looked up at the spinning ceiling fan.

"I've been thinking about things recently," he noted, "This episode has made me reevaluate myself. I realize I've spent my hero career saving people, in all various ways. But a part of me has begun to wonder if that has pulled too much attention away from myself. Almost as if I use my hero work as an excuse to get away from my own self-care. I think that really showed this past month. I'm not sure what it means."

She pondered on those words for a moment.

"People sometimes use various aspects of their life, most often their careers, to escape from other aspects of it, ones they find less preferable. Is that what you're describing?"

"I think that's the best way to put it," he nodded, "I'm not sure what…exactly it is I'm trying to escape though. I don't have any self-hatred, I don't think."

She grabbed her pen with both hands.

"Let me ask you this. How good an understanding do you have of yourself?"

Tokoyami flinched at the question.

"You mean like my personality?"

"Personality, yes, but everything else too. What do you enjoy? How would you describe your relationships? Just general things about you."

Tokoyami thought about that for a moment. He had a solid enough idea about who he was, what he enjoyed, and how he interacted with others. And yet, a part of him wondered if there was something else. Something missing.

"I cannot think of anything specific at the moment," he answered, "But that doesn't mean nothing is there."

"I ask because I've found the better understanding one has of themself, the less often they will try to fill gaps in their life with insufficient, or even unhealthy habits. If you think that is happening to you, maybe there is more to discover about yourself. And that's not a bad thing. It can be rather exciting."

Fumikage nodded in understanding.

"I will keep those words in mind."

They talked a bit more about possible discoveries, though Tokoyami couldn't think of anything. The session ended, and he thanked his counselor before heading out to the streets. He got a text from Momo as he took off from the front of the counselor building.

Momo: Are you heading out now?

Fumikage: Yes, I'm on my way.

Momo: I'm paying. Don't be late, Bird Boy.

Fumikage: I won't.

They'd been together for a couple weeks now. It took Tokoyami longer than expected to schedule an appointment with the counselor Momo sent, but he finally got one, right around the time of their second dinner date. Since that time, the two of them had gone to the park, the mall, the coffee shop, and a couple diners for lunch breaks. The more time they spent, the more comfortable Fumikage felt around her. It just all felt so natural.

Tokoyami noticed something else. Momo was a very organized, proper, and planned out woman. Every time they ordered food or bought any merchandise, she always had something picked out for him, and always paid. Not the Fumikage mined too much. Her family had money, more than his ever did. But what he found odd was how she always seemed determined to choose for him.

Perhaps it wasn't that surprising. After all, her quirk involved creation, and that required a lot more strategy and thought than others. Quirks tended to do that, affecting one's personality or behavior. He knew his own certainly did. Though he'd grown closer to Dark Shadow with time, his experience with him, especially as a teenager and even more as a child, forced Fumikage into a very controlling, disciplined, and self-aware mindset. He realized that may be worth sharing with the doctor.

Tokoyami landed outside the restaurant and did a quickchange. He wore his white button up and tie underneath, so it wasn't too difficult. He checked to make sure nothing wrinkled too badly, and headed on in.

The restaurant radiated with a fancy, elite atmosphere. Only a few tables were occupied, and Tokoyami recognized most of the customers as high class heroes he'd seen on television. The white yellow overhead chandeliers were only dimly lit, giving the room a dark, almost twilight look to it. Dark Shadow appreciated that, and so did his master. The tables were all covered by white table cloth with red napkins and expensive looking silverware.

Fumikage looked and spotted Momo around the middle of the dining area. He awkwardly waved and approached, his cloak folded nicely over his shoulder like a suit. As he sat down, he took time to appreciate her look.

Yaoyorozu wore a stunning red dress, with bright red lipstick to compliment. Her hair was straightened and combed perfectly, making it practically shine in the darkness. Her eyelashes were finely waxed, giving her stares more power. He set his cloak down on the back of the chair and took a seat.

"This place is nice," he said, "you have good taste."

"I'm glad you think so." Momo looked at her nails.

Fumikage noticed she'd had a fresh manicure with black nail polish. Everything about her appearance made him weak at the knees. She really went all out tonight. The waiter stopped by with two menus, holding a glass of wine.

"Here you are," he said as he placed them down, and held the bottle up, "care for some glasses?"

"Please," Momo opened up the menu after grabbing both of them.

He nodded and poured some red wine.

"Enjoy," he smiled as he closed the bottle and walked off.

Tokoyami watched Momo scroll through the menu. He cleared his throat.

"I assume you're picking for me again?" he asked.

"Indeed," she looked him in the eyes, "is that a problem?"

Tokoyami didn't respond right away. He noticed Momo had not smiled once yet. And something about her staring was just so intense.

"Of course not," Fumikage put up a hand, "I trust your taste will fulfill mine."

She hummed and went back to the menu.

"You look gorgeous tonight," Tokoyami complimented.

"Thank you."

He waited in awkward silence, until the waiter returned. Momo handed him the menus and ordered steaks for them both. It would take about thirty minutes. In that time, the two of them got caught up on their days. Momo was happy to hear he'd gone to counseling at last, but she didn't elaborate on it. She didn't really elaborate on anything else. She seemed focused. It sparked Tokoyami's curiosity, but he didn't ask.

A half-hour passed, and the waiter came back with a cart and two covered silver platters. He set them down before the guests, and opened the lids. Tokoyami inhaled and smiled. He'd never smelled such a delicious meal in his entire life. The waiter bowed, and let them be.

"This smells absolutely delightful," he commented.

He reached for his knife. Momo caught his wrist. She pushed her plate aside.

"I'm going to feed you your meal," she explained as she grabbed her utensils.

Tokoyami let out a short, silent gasp as she pulled his plate closer to the center.

"But…" he looked at her steak, "Your steak will get cold-

"It'll be just fine," she sliced a cube, and held it up to the side of his beak, "open."

Tokoyami hesitated for just a moment. She didn't press him, but waited patiently. Finally, he opened his beak, and clamped down on the meat. The oddness of the situation vanished with the taste of the meat. He closed his eyes as she slowly chewed and swallowed, enjoying every flavor.

"That is delicious," he sighed.

"Open again," she sliced the meat, and he obliged.

While he chewed, Tokoyami looked from the corner of his eyes, to see if anybody was watching. Nobody else seemed to care. Momo noticed his movement and stiff seating.

"Are you uncomfortable?" she asked as she sliced another piece.

"No, it's just...this is odd," he admitted.

She looked him in the eyes, as if she didn't understand what he meant.

"You mean you've never been fed before?" she asked.

"Well...not as an adult," he huffed as gave him another piece.

After she did, she brushed her knuckles up against his cheek, still holding the fork.

"Oh, poor little bird," she spoke in a pampering tone, "you need someone to take care of you."

That got Tokoyami's heart moving, and he didn't know why. The way she was talking wasn't demeaning, but it had this caring, dominant side to it he wasn't used to. She wasn't being sarcastic. He saw nothing but sincerity on her face.

"I've decided it's my duty to treat you like you deserve to be treated," she said, "but you'll have to be obedient, and play along. Do you think you can do that for me?"

He nodded. She pulled her fork back before he could take a bite.

"No, say it," she spoke sternly.

"I'll be obedient and...play along," he swallowed hard.

Why on earth was he getting hard from this?

She smiled for the first time in the night. And oh, what a smile it was. It expressed such sultry passion and enjoyment. She gave him another bite.

"So here's what's going to happen then," they were now halfway through the steak, "You're going to come over to my place tonight, like we planned. You'll do a few minor chores for me, nothing too taxing or time draining. No Dark Shadow for the understand, Little Bird?"

The way she called him that. It seemed like such a weird name, but he loved it. It was nothing like when she called him Bird Boy. This was different.

"Yes, I understand, Momo."

She pulled the fork away again, wearing another stern face.

"And you will address me as ma'am or master for the rest of the night."

Tokoyami's eyes slightly winded as he started realizing what was going on. He'd never imagined himself in a position like this with someone. It just didn't fit his character. But here was, and he was all on board.

"Yes ma'am." he nodded.

"Good boy," she fed him again, and spoke casually, "I will let you know when you're done. Afterwards, you will strip down to your underwear, and stand before me for an inspection. When I am done, you will head into my bedroom. You will lie down, flat on your back. I will take some time before I walk in. No getting up unless I say."

Fumikage blinked once. He had a feeling he knew what came next, but he didn't ask.

"Very well, master." It felt odd to say that, but it was a welcome bizarreness he enjoyed.

She fed him again. Only a few bites left by now.

"I will bind you to the bed," she continued, her voice unchanging, "and I will give us both pleasure. Does that sound good, Little Bird?"

Tokoyami took shallow breaths. He was worried someone might see the tent he was pitching. He finally let out a long puff of air.

"Alright then," he nodded slowly, "I will… submit myself to your will, ma'am."

She fed him the last few bites. She reached out her hand and stroked his beak.

"You know why I ended things with Shoto?" she asked softly.

Tokoyami shook his head. Momo's stare suddenly turned very dark.

"He was a bad pet," she lowered her voice, "too insincere, no clue what he was doing. He only acted, but he never understood love. He never understood me."

She gently pulled his head closer by his beak, and whispered in his ear,

"But I think my Little Bird will enjoy it for real,"

Fumikage felt emotions he hadn't felt in a long time. This burgeoning excitement, this feeling of secret pleasantness and naughtiness. If Momo didn't have a spell on him before, she had one now. She'd seen a piece of his heart, of his feral desire, that even he didn't realize. She pushed him away, and leaned back into her seat. She moved her plate in front of her and began eating.

"We're going to need a safe word," she continued, "Something to not kill the mood, but prevent any unwanted pain or discomfort."

Fumikage looked around the lightning in the room.

"Does Twilight work?" Fumikage asked, and then cleared, "Master?"

She hummed and finished swallowing her steak.

"That will do for me."

He let her get halfway through her steak before asking,

"Ma'am, a question?"

"As many as you want,"

"What are the...contents of what I'll be experiencing tonight?" he pulled on his choker.

She slowly turned up to look at him.

"Do you really want to know? Or would you prefer a surprise?"

Tokoyami thought on that very hard, and answered,

"I would rather it be a mystery."

She didn't respond, and went back to her meal.

"Why am I prohibited from using Dark Shadow?" he asked.

"Because you're my pet," she responded as she took another bite, and finished chewing, "It wouldn't make sense for you to be using your own, would it?"

Dark Shadow huffed from within.

"Well, that's a little insulting," he mumbled, "but are you really going along with this? Not gonna lie, it's kinda creeping me out."

"It's roleplay," Fumikage answered, "A dominance and submission one, to be more specific. I've heard of these before, but I never thought of trying one...until today, that is."

"Well, you are horniner than a teenage rabbit right now," Dark Shadow noted and hummed, "Whatever gets you off, I guess."

Tokoyami half-smiled and chuckled at that. Momo noticed.

"What's so funny, Little Bird?"

"Just having a conversation with a friend, ma'am," he explained.

She grinned, knowing exactly who he was talking about.

"Is he upset?" she asked.

"More curious. He has a fascination with my master. I don't blame him. She certainly is interesting."

She giggled as she slowly licked her fork. Fumikage found that unreasonably hot. He gripped his jeans, trying to tuck his junk away. She finished off her meal and cleaned up with her napkin.

"No flying tonight," she demanded as they both stood up, "I'm driving you home."

"Yes ma'am,"

They walked out and climbed into her red BMW. Tokoyami rarely got to ride with such luxury. He realized Momo was a potential goldmine thanks to her family. Though that didn't matter to him as much. It was a nice safety net to have, however.

They drove through the night, not a word spoken between them. Momo peaked over to his pants, and saw his tent. She looked back at the road, and reached over to touch it. Tokoyami sucked in and closed his eyes as she did.

"Oh my," she spoke sensually as she rubbed him up and down slowly, "My Little Bird is so hard and frustrated, isn't he?"

Tokoyami took short, harsh breaths as her hand groped his rod. He felt himself sinking in his chair. Tsu never did anything like this. She'd call it unsafe.

"Master's gonna make sure he's nice and satisfied tonight," she rubbed him harder.

Tokoyami's breathing got harder and harder until he pulled her hand away.

"Master's gonna make me burst prematurely," he panted.

She moved her hand up to his cheek, brushing it with her knuckles like at dinner.

"You'll make a good pet, but you're still green," she noted, "We'll ripen you up good."

They made it to her place, a penthouse in a large skyscraper. Momo told him to wait as she got out. She walked to his door, opened it, and ordered him. Tokoyami obeyed unquestionably. They walked inside the building, enjoying the AC, and made it to the elevator. Momo checked in and chose the eighth floor. They got there and walked down the hall to a set of two large doors.

"Stay," she ordered as she unlocked her door, "you may enter when I say."

She walked in, and closed the door behind him.

"A roleplaying scenario, huh?" Dark Shadow huffed, "You sure you're not just a slave here...Little Bird?"

"Silence," Tokoyami answered with a small grin, "I can tell you're excited too. Nothing exciting ever came from no exploration."

Dark Shadow sighed from within, and resigned himself. Tokoyami heard Momo,

"Ok, come in."

He entered. It was a large room, a combination of a kitchen on the left, and a living room on the right. Directly to his left was a hallway, leading down to where he could only assume her bedroom and bathroom were. The living room had a large, brown, arch shaped leather couch with red pillows, and two black sofa chairs complimenting it. In front of the kitchen was a dining table with a chandelier above. On the far wall of the living room were glass doors leading out to a large patio with a few beach chairs, and a working hot tub. Tokoyami couldn't believe his eyes. This place was a hundred times better than his. He wondered why they would ever bother crashing there again. Momo had taken one of the kitchen chairs and sat on the dividing line between kitchen and living room. She wore a tight button up that proudly showed off her cleavage. Tokoyami's eyes went directly there, and then up to her face. She wore a black skirt, with one knee crossed over the other. Her hair was tied back in a ponytail. She eyes him intensely.

"Set your cloak down on the sofa chair."

Tokoyami obeyed, folding it up and resting it down. He noticed just how bright she'd made the lights. Dark Shadow wouldn't last long here if he came out.

"My chores...master?" he struggled somewhat with that last word as he stood before her.

"Some dishes in the sink," she pointed them out with her finger, "the dining table needs to be set, and the counters wiped down."

He nodded and got to work, starting first with the dishes. Just a couple plates and silverware. He finished that up, and then set the table. All the placemats, napkins, and silverware were already there. Tokoyami did his best to make it as perfect as possible. Then came the counters. Again, the paper towels and cleaning spray were already out. He wiped them down.

"Just leave the cleaning supplies where you found them," she said as he sprayed the counters.

He finished up, and stood before her again. She crossed her arms.

"That was a little slow," she noted.

"Sorry, I wanted to-

"Don't talk unless spoken to."

He shut his beak. She raised her chin,

"Now, strip. And leave the choker."

Fumikage obeyed. He slowly udid his tie, and then his belt. He unbuttoned his shirt, one button at a time. He was making a show of the whole thing. Momo smiled with approval. He untucked the shirt and let it slide down his arms, onto the floor. He teased as he pushed his jeans down, and stepped out of them. Fortunately, he'd gotten his boner somewhat under control.

She stood up and walked around him. Tokoyami tried to watch her, but she pushed his chin forward and held it there. He got the idea, and she continued walking. She paused in front of him, and reached out to caress his pecs. She pushed into his nipples. She let them go, and leaned in to swipe her tongue on one. She sucked on the other, teething it ever so slightly. He grunted and closed his eyes. She pulled back, a drool trail leading from her lips to his pec. She pulled out a handkerchief and wiped them both down.

"Yes," she got on her knees and kissed his abs, "this will do just fine," she licked them, "You've got a pristine physique, my Little Bird."

Fumikage closed his eyes as he let her do her work. She started to rub his crotch, making him hard and pitched again in a matter of seconds. When she finished up, she moved behind him, and licked one of his back blades. He twitched slightly as she licked his lower spine next, and moved up to kiss behind his neck. Her hands wrapped around to caress her torso while she pulled his choker back and sucked on his neck, breathing into him. He grunted once more. This foreplay went on for about five minutes.

Finally, she let him go. She again wiped down his neck and her lips, before releasing his choker back in place.

"Go to my room down the hall," she whispered into his ear, "Take the pillows and covers off."

Fumikage obeyed, not even speaking. He entered her bedroom. It had a large, queen sized bed with an assortment of red pillows on it. Like high school, her room had a traditional japanese style to it with the furniture and bed frame, as well as some decorations. Fumikage got to work taking off the pillows and removing the covers, arranging them all nicely next to the bedside dresser. He laid down with a great guff of air, resting his forearm on his forehead.

He wondered how the hell he got into this situation.

And why he was so into it.

The door knocked, and Momo came in. She was no longer wearing her clothes from earlier, but a large black trench coat. She hummed as she saw the assortment next to her bedside.

"Good boy, you knew to organize it," she undid her trench coat, "now then."

She let it drop. Fumikage tried not to look surprised, but it was hard not to. Momo wore a black, tape-like, BDSM outfit with spikes on the underwear. It covered her nipples, her belly button, and her waist, but left everything else up for grabs. Tokoyami was left with his beak agape as he ogled her dark form. She sighed as she slowly rubbed her tits.

"Master…" he spoke silently, "Truly, you are a maiden of the night."

She struck a dark smile as she created two chains with cuffs from her chest.

"Spread your arms to the bed posts," she ordered.

Fumikage obeyed, stretching his body out. She walked over and cuffed his hands to the posts. His chest heaved hard as she did her work. She finished, and climbed on top, straddling him. She slowly rubbed her hands down his torso, appreciating her new pet. She scooted off, and stood up at the end of the bed, at his legs. Her hands ended on the rim of his boxers, and she slowly slid them off. Tokoyami's dick popped up with eagerness. She laid down on his legs. He felt her breasts on his knees, and kept them there. She grabbed him, and began gently stroking.

"No cumming until I say so," she demanded.

"Y-yes ma'am," he answered.

Fumikage felt sweat forming as she worked his rod. His brow turned wet as he watched her. She lowered her lips, and swiped at his tip. He groaned at that, throwing his head back. Without warning, her mouth ensconced the whole length of his manhood. The room filled with his moan.

Momo didn't have Tsu's tongue, but she made up for it with skill and eagerness. Tokoyami writhed, pulling on the chains as Yaoyorozu held him there. She sucked him off fast and hard, head bobbing up and down without pause. Tokoyami felt his cheeks turn hot, as pressure began building in his lower regions. She swirled her tongue all around, fondling him with her wet appendage. He tried his best to hold back, but at this rate, he wouldn't last a few minutes. He gripped the sheets tight and called out,

"Master, please!" he begged, "I can't...deal with this pace!"

Momo only got faster. Tokoyami was sure he'd explode in her mouth, until she withdrew at the last moment. She breathed hard as he took a moment to recollect himself, on the brink of orgasm. It slowly drew closer away, but it was too close for comfort.

"I almost…" he took deep breaths, "came in your mouth."

She chuckled as she kissed his tip.

"But you didn't," she noted, "Because you're a good Little Bird."

He nodded. The dynamic of their relationship here was starting to feel more and more natural. Tokoyami had never felt so in his element. He didn't know what to think of that. He didn't have time as she stood up off him on the side.

"Now then," she spoke formally, "Let's make things more interesting, shall we?"

She reached into her bedside drawer and pulled out a device that sent a shiver down Tokoyami's spine. He'd seen something like it before, whenever the guys in Class 1-A would visit a sex toy shop just for fun. Tokoyami remembered staring at this particular piece for a longer time than the others.

It was a black strap on dick. Momo took off her panties and replaced them with the strap-on. She smiled coyly at him as she showed it off.

"Well?" she grabbed hold of the rod, "Impressed, excited, or frightened?"

"A little bit of all the above," Tokoyami spoke honestly, "Though...I don't exactly get...wet like you."

"Oh don't worry," she reached into her drawer and pulled out a bottle of lubricant, "we'll fix that."

She climbed between his legs, squirting a heavy dose of lube on her fingers. She reached in and went to town, lathering him up good. Tokoyami blushed as she probed his crack and ass without shame, getting him ready.

"Why does that feel so good!?" Tokoyami spoke to his quirk in a desperate voice.

"How the hell should I know!?" Dark Shadow sounded panicked too, "What's wrong with us!?"

Their conversation ended there. Momo hummed to herself as she lubed up her rod next, getting it nice and moist. She smiled as she closed the lid. She tossed it back into the drawer, created a napkin, and cleaned off her fingers. Tokoyami watched her with wide-eyed anticipation. She spread his legs and got in position.

"Momo," he said her name this time, "H-hold on, will this-?

She slapped him, wearing a stern expression. It wasn't hard, but he felt it. She pointed.

"What did you call me?" she lowered her voice into a near growl.

Fumikage thought about using the safe word. But, that way she spoke to him, and that slap, and the way she looked right now. No, there was nothing to fear. He had never been more excited in his entire life. He swallowed and closed his eyes.

"Sorry...master," he took a deep breath, and opened his eyes, "I'm ready."

"That's better," she got closer, "Now, hold still."

Tokoyami looked down and watched carefully. She went slow first, entering the tip, keeping her eyes on him. Then all at once, she thrust inside. Tokoyami's eyelids shot up as he gasped.

"Ugh!" he exclaimed.

Fumikage never had fantasies like this, not in a hundred years. He didn't question his sexuality, even if he got close to that with Shouji from time to time back in High School. But the way that plastic rod felt, sliding back and forth in his anus, was unlike any sensation he'd ever experienced. The cold material mixed with the cooling lubricant, and how it stuffed him full, filled him with blissful feelings he didn't know existed. He groaned as she thrusted hard again.

"You like that, my Little Bird?" she asked as she thrust again, emitting another groan, "You like it when I fuck you there, like a proper bitch?"

Fumikage gripped the sheets as she kept going, slowly withdrawing, then going back in hard and fast. His rod stood up tall and proud, and he badly wanted to touch it. With his hands restrained, he could only watch it swing in frustration. But the feeling of his ass being probed was enough for the moment.

Momo picked up the pace, now at a consistent rhythm. Tokoyami moaned and called out,

"Oh, I never knew such forbidden fruits grew in this world!"

"I have many more to show you, pet," Momo growled as she went faster.

Fumikage panted with her. Eventually, she grabbed his rod and started stroking, keeping up and matching the fast rhythm and intensity. Now, Fumikage was yelling out, arching his back towards her as he nearly tore the sheet. He wouldn't last long.

"Come for me," she spoke between breaths as she slammed into his backend, while pumping his dick, "Come all over your body."

Fumikage gritted his teeth as the pressure built more and more. Finally, he felt it. His lower regions erupted with pleasure as his orgasm exploded with sheer ruthlessness. Tokoyami heard someone screaming out, and was shocked to find it was his own voice. White fluid shot out from his rod in one of the hardest orgasms he'd ever experienced. He felt it soak his choker as it spurted out line after line of thick, white cum. After six or seven seconds, the firing stopped, and his body went limp.

Momo stopped pumping as soon as he did, keeping it up for the whole orgasm. She slowly withdrew herself, and took the strap off. Tokoyami took long, hard breaths, head to the side. Lines of cum stretched all across his abdomen, all the way to his neck. She was impressed with herself. Clearly, she'd satisfied him pretty damn well. She created a paper towel and wiped the peg down. She then cleaned up his chest while Fumikage laid down flat.

"That's a good Little Bird," she said as she strapped her strap-on, and removed his choker, "We're gonna have to wash these.

She tossed them aside. Tokoyami finally moved his head to face her. She smiled proudly.

"Now then, my pet," she rubbed his chest, "I want something from you."

He nodded slowly.

"Whatever you desire ma'am," he spoke in a haggard voice, still recovering from that explosive climax, "I'll do as you ask."

She chuckled, and scooted up his body more. He felt her naked rear dragging across his torso. She created a key, and undid one of his cuffs.

"I'm going to sit on your face," she leaned her waist above him, grabbing the bed frame, "I'll leave the rest to you."

She scooted herself closer. Her pussy was right in his face, dripping wet. Tokoyami didn't wait to get to work. He grabbed her cheek and licked her slit, making her gasp lightly. She squealed as he flicked her clit a few times.

"That's right," she sighed, "just like that."

Tokoyami kept up the work, stroking her rear and squeezing her cheeks all the while. She probably intended for him to use his fingers, but he formed a better idea. He finished eating her out, taking a breath.

"Master," he said, "permission to try something new?"

She leaned back and looked down at him.

"What is it?" she asked.

"A surprise," he smiled, "if you'll allow that."

She grinned back at him, and looked towards the wall.

"Don't keep me waiting," she ordered.

Fumikage licked his beak and got in position. He'd done this with Asui, and she loved it, so he had confidence. He got ready to hold his breath, and then, slowly, inserted his beak like a dildo. He felt her warm wetness ensconce his jaw.

"What are you-?" Momo gasped as she gripped the frame tight with both hands, and closed her eyes, "Oh...OH!"

Fumikage pulled out and took a deep breath of air. He went back in like before, and shifted back and forth, using her rear to balance himself. He did this over and over, coming up to take breaths, and then going back in. It turned it into the perfect sort of tease game as he banged her with his beak. She panted and moaned, writhing on top of him.

"OH GOD!" she howled as he started licking deep inside, opening and closing his beak on the way, "OH, LITTLE BIRD, YES!

Tokoyami pulled out and smiled, and then went back pushed back on the frame, hearing it creak, as her face scrunched up and turned red. In no time, Tokoyami had forced her to the brink. When he felt she was close, he moved his hand over and played with her clit while inside. That made her scream in ecstasy as her orgasm struck. Tokoyami held himself there.

He wasn't done. He was determined to make her cum again. He pulled his beak out, and began fingering her hard. Momo reached a hand down to stroke the top of his head, grabbing his feathers. Tokoyami pressed his tongue into her bean, flicking it over and over. Momo cried out as her second orgasm hit only a couple minutes later. Fumikage wanted to go for three. Tears started to form as her eyes turned red. It was becoming way too much.

"Twilight," she panted, and he immediately let go. She backed away and sat on his chest, "Twilight, twilight...oh."

She looked down at him, still gripping the bed frame. He struck a cheeky smile, showing his white teeth beneath his beak.

"Well, master," he spoke boldly, "I'd say I made you feel pretty good down here."

She smiled back, and slowly let go of the bed frame. She took a moment to stare at him from that position. She cupped his cheeks.

"Yes," she responded at last, "you're a great pet, my little bird."

She scooted down his body, and laid on top of him with a great sigh. He brushed her hair.

"So…" he said, "is the roleplay over, or-?

She gripped his beak, gently closing it tight.

"Just...just be quiet for a moment," she demanded.

They laid there, as Fumikage slowly stroked her hair with a big smile on his face. After about five or so minutes of recovery, she looked up at him.

"Ok...you can talk,"

"I was wondering if we're still roleplaying."

She smiled at him.

"Well that depends, little bird," she scooted up off his chest and laid next to him, booping his beak with her nose, "you still wanna be my pet?"

He stroked her hair as he looked deep into her eyes.

"I think," he answered, "I was born for it."

She chuckled and kissed his beak.

"How about a rule," she began, "We fall into this role whenever we're at my place."

Fumikage nodded.

"Alright, but what if I just want to hang at your place? It's rather nice."

"Oh, don't worry," she brushed his feather, "this isn't all about sex, you know."

"Yes, I figured," he nodded, "I trust you, master."

She grinned at that, showing off her beautiful white teeth. She yanked down her tiny breast strap and pulled him into her chest. His voice muffled as she shoved him into her cleavage.

"Shh, let master pamper you," she whispered as she rubbed the back of his head.

Fumikage felt lost inside the heaven of her mammaries. He reached a hand up to softly stroke one of them as he slowly drifted off. She made sure to pull him out after he fell asleep, not wanting to suffocate him (hilarious of a death as that would be). She kissed the top of his head, and fell asleep in her servant's arms.