Chapter Summery: Uraraka's in trouble again, but this time Bakugou's not the one to blame. She's gonna have to keep her wits about her if she doesn't want to be taken prisoner.

Author's note: #kinktober #2018 Titfucking, oh my! This chapter is waaaaay to long and doesn't have any Bakugou :( He'll be back for the next chapter :)

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The huge man launched himself right at Bakugou, taking a wide, but targeted, swing at his chest.

Bakugou jumped backwards narrowly avoiding the tip of the long swords blade. He recognized the iron-clad man immediately. Sir Tenya Iida had a reputation that preceded him.

The knights movement had been calculated, he'd set himself directly between the damsel in distress and the raving werewolf. His broad form creating a wall between the two, previously intertwined, figures.

In the panicked confusion Uraraka stumbled backwards and lost her balance. Her feet twisted in the cloak she'd been using as a make shift blanket and sent her falling backwards. The black marble alter sitting in the center of the glad quickly came up to greet her. Her head slammed into the stone emitting a harsh "thump!"

The world around her seemed to slow down to a crawl as she fought a losing battle to retain consciousness. The last thing she remembered was a strange man hovering over her, he was asking her something, but she couldn't make it out before she slipped into the sweet embrace of darkness.

When she came too, Uraraka's head was pounding. She sat up slowly causing the cloak that had been loosely draped over her naked body to almost slip off. Realizing she was nude, she grasped at it and pulled it back up to cover herself. Her head throbbed at her quick movement and she reached up and felt for the source of the pain.

Her hand quickly found the large lump on the front right side of her forehead. She winced as her fingertips made contact with the tender spot. What happened? The last thing she remembered was a huge man dashing towards her and Bakugou at a startling speed.

Oh no, where was Bakugou? Where was she for that matter? She looked at her surroundings. She was lying on a soft bedroll inside a tent of some sort. Clutching her cloak to herself, and grimacing from the pain she felt in her head as she moved forward, she crawled to the opening of the tent and slowly pushed one of the flaps to the side.

She was greeted by the late morning sun, blinding her for a moment and causing, yet another, throb to her head. She instinctively covered her eyes with her free hand and squinted into the light.

A strong, deep voice called out to her "Don't move to quickly young mage, you've suffered a severe head injury. Please, exit the tent slowly. I'm in need of some explanation of the situation I stumbled upon last night, before I can let you go free."

"Oh!" Uraraka gasped out in surprise. She looked to her left and saw the man who'd attacked Bakugou and herself last night. He was sitting on a small wooden stool directly to the left of the tent flap she'd thrown open.

Stunned from the sun, her throbbing head and the sudden close proximity to a complete stranger, she took a few moments to gather her thoughts before speaking to him. "O-okay, I-I understand, I won't make any sudden movements. But, may I please get dressed? It's a bit chilly out this morning."

The knight's eyes shot down to Uraraka's body, which was barely covered by the cloak she clutched to her chest. His face turned a vivid red as he stared at her scantily clad figure. "Oh, of course! My apologies. I'll avert my eyes while you clothe yourself."

"Thank you so much." Uraraka responded in a soft respectful tone. She exited the tent and repositioned her cloak to cover herself a bit more. After making a small bow towards the large man before her, she turned her attention to her surroundings. Her hands were shaking, but she tried her best to remain calm and keep her wits about her.

She turned away from him and glanced around the sacred glade. It was trashed. There had clearly been a struggle larger then the one between the werewolf and herself. She must have passed out while they battled.

She traipsed through the glade taking in the damage. In addition to the destroyed tree, the black marble alter had been cracked in two. Her campsite and been upended as well. Her caldron looked as though it had a werewolf-head-sized dent in it and of her stuff, including her magical items had been tossed around. Her chest felt tight at the idea of having to tell her coven a sacred area had been so mistreated.

At the thought of her loved ones, Uraraka's hands shot up to her neck as she recalled the reason she was here in the first place. She felt the leather collar, still wrapped snuggle around her, but she didn't feel the pendent that held her hard earned reward.

"I took the precaution of holding onto a few of your things until we're able to talk. I would've taken that choker you're wearing as well, but it wouldn't budge." She turned and listened to the huge knight. He was watching her every move very closely.

He gestured to his camp, where she could she could see a collection of some of her most important items. Her staff, a few of the items from the alter, as well as her large leather travel bag that held all of her potions and ingredients. FUCK! She thought. He must have taken her pendent, her potions and her damn staff. She was going to have to play this cool.

"That's understandable, I'm sure we can come to some sort of agreement once I'm situated." She smiled a huge, warm, fake smile at him. She caught a glimpse of the sigil on the front of his tunic. She recognized it instantly. His family was faithful to the king. Her heart started racing. What was his plan? Was he toying with her? He knew she was a mage and the king had strict rules around what mages were aloud to do. She was in more danger now then she had been last night.

Turning back around she hunted for her discarded tunic from last night. She took deep breaths to try to calm her fear. She knew losing her nerve wouldn't help her figure out a way out of this situation.

She finally found her garment by the tree, right where she'd dropped it. Picking it up, she went to stand behind the large trunk to change, but was quickly stopped by a booming voice.

"Stay where I can see you." The knight called a warning out to her.

She turned her back to him and did her best to get dressed where she stood, fully aware of the strangers eyes on her as she did. Hadn't he said he was going to avert his eyes? He didn't so much as pretend to not stare at her! How rude, she thought as her shaky fingers tried to fasten her buttons.

When she was done, she set off in search of her pants. She was quite disappointed when she discovered them in a heap by the broken tree. They could no longer be defined as pants, ribbons would be a more suitable term. The wolf had been quite eager to remove them.

Oh well, thought Uraraka. She threw her cloak over her shoulders to gain a bit more coverage. Her tunic wasn't as long as she wished it was, especially with the vibe this knight was giving her, but it would have to do for now.

She turned back towards the tent and made one more visual sweep of the glade. She spotted her travel bag, the one she used to carry all of her herbs and potions, resting in the pile the knight had made with her staff. The start of a plan began to formulate it's self in her mind, but she'd need some of the ingredients from her kit.

She also caught a glimpse of Bakugou. He was no longer the monster the knight had stumbled upon. He'd returned to his human form, and he was looking a bit worse for wear. He was gagged and bound to a tree close to where the knight sat. His head lulled forward, she had no doubt he was unconscious. Beyond him she could see a huge stallion grazing, a lucky addition to her evolving plan.

Taking a deep breath, she turned back towards the knight. She knew what she had to do. High Priestess Midnight had always told her to be mindful of her appearance. She came across as a sweet innocent woman, someone who looked meek, but was full of power. She'd have to play her meek card now and hope the knight didn't' see what she was holding until it was too late.

She pulled herself together and fell into character. She didn't' want to die here and she, certainly, didn't want to be taken captive for questioning. She'd heard all the terrible tales about what King All Might would do to get information out of people. She'd do what she had to in order to get way from this evil man and make her way back to her coven. All of their hopes lay with her.

Clasping her hands together, Uraraka dropped her head and walked towards the huge man. She lowered herself to her knees in front of him before lifting her head up and looking at him with a her giant brown eyes. "Thank you for saving me last night, I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't come along." She looked him dead in his eyes as she played with him.

"Please, no need to thank me, it was… the right thing to do. But, I must ask you what you were doing last night. I'm a devoted servant of the king and the situation I came upon looked suspicious. Were you conducting an illegal ceremony last night miss-" He paused and waited for her to share her name with him.

"Ochako Uraraka, but you may call me Ochako if it pleases you." She gave him permission to use her first name, hoping it would make him feel closer to her.

"Very well Ochako, please tell me what you were doing with that man- no, that creature, last night." He sat up straight, crossing his arms and looking down on her. He was a formidable foe, with huge broad shoulders and a distinguished look. His dark hair was swept back and off his face and he wore glasses, a sign that he was high ranking noble man.

Uraraka covered her face and worked up some tears. "It's – I'm so sorry – I'll tell you but it's so embarrassing. I'm ashamed of what I had to do for my Grandmother." She began to cry softly into her palms, hopping he would take the bait.

"Now, now young miss, I've seen many things as I've traveled this vast kingdom. Please tell me your story so we can settle this matter and I can see you safely home." He placed a large palm on her head and awkwardly patted her hair.

"Ok, but… I'm really embarrassed so please be kind Sir knight. You see, my Grandmother's been very sick and my village elder has been teaching me all of the healing he knows. He told me there was one thing that could cure my Grandmother. So I made a deal with a werewolf." Uraraka went silent, hoping her lie would prompt the knight to press her for more details.

"I'm not a healer, but I'm aware that elements from magical creatures can offer great power. What did your elder ask you to collect from the Werewolf? What sort of man would encourage a young woman like yourself to go after such a dangerous creature alone?" He slid his hand from her head to her shoulder and gave her a soft squeeze. No doubt, the gesture was meant to be one of reassurance.

Uraraka continues her sob story "I can't say, it's just to much!" She proclaimed with sobs.

"Really, it's ok, you can tell me." The knight's voice was calm and soothing.

"I- I had to- I had to bring him pleasure and collect his… his… " She covered her face fully and sobbed harder.

Sir Iida got the point, he'd heard of such magic before. It wasn't uncommon for the fluids of magical creatures to be valuable. It was a bit less common to come upon such a, seemingly defenseless, young woman attempting to collect said fluids on her own.

"Do you know who this man is?" He questioned her, raising an eyebrow.

He had her on this one, she didn't' really know anything about him, other then the fact that he could drink her under the table, had a nasty attitude and was cursed with lycanthropy.

"Um, no, not really, I meet him at a tavern." She didn't' have to lie this time.

"Pft, figures, he's been moving across the kingdom in secret for months now. I've been looking for him, and his companions, in every tavern and inn that offers drink. He's none other then Prince Katsuki Bakougu. The knight's voice was cold and harsh.

"He's a wanted man, the king will be glad when I return with him as my prisoner. What am I to do with the woman I found with him?" Iida looked down at her with a raised eyebrow.

Uraraka didn't know what to say. Was this guy for real? Was Bakugou a fucking prince? What had she gotten herself into? The look of shock on her face was legitimate.

"Hmm, fear not, I can see that you're just a pawn who's been roped into one of his dangerous games. If you continue to behave I'll make sure no harm come to you. HE'S the one I'm really after. The king will be most please to hold Bakugou as a captive." The knight leaned back, shoulders raised with pride. He brought one hand to her chin and raised her face to look at him. "I'll return you to your village, I would like to have a few words with your village elder, I'm shocked any man would tell you of such magic and allow you to risk your life."

"No Sir, it wasn't his fault, I gave him no peace, no peace at all, until he finally broke down and shared the cure with me. You see, I'm very good at making healing potions and I insisted he tell me. I love my Grandmother more than anything. She's my only family and she's always taken care of me, until she become deathly ill. I told him I would do anything, anything at all, to save her. Please don't harm him, he was only trying to help me." Her eyes shined with tears as she looked into his, she prayed this would seal the deal for her performance. She hoped to appear as nothing more then a simple, sweet, poor-country-girl, risking life and limb for her dear Grandma.

"Very well, I understand, I'll bring no harm to him." The knight made an odd sweeping gesture up and down with his free arm as he response to her. "I would still like to have a word with him though! He should have sent you with protection." The knight's other hand was still resting under her chin, turning her face towards himself.

As Uraraka looked up at him, she observed the battle damage he'd incurred from his struggle against the wolf. He's lip was split open, he had a large gash on his forehead and the early stages of a black eye were easily visible. It was a perfect opportunity for her.

She pulled her head away from his hands and feigned a dizzy spell, she didn't have to pretend to hard, her head was throbbing.

"I-I think might have a concussion from hitting my head last night." Placing a hand on her forehead she drew his attention to her own wounds.

"Would you allow me to make a potion for myself?" She looked up at him again, hopping she wasn't pushing her luck. She reached up and brushed his injured lip with her fingertips.

The knight shivered as her finger slip over the cut on his lip, but not from pain.

She'd sensed a hunger in his eyes as he looked down at her. When she touched his face she got the feeling her act had worked on him, he may be willing to go along with almost anything she suggested.

"I can make one for you as well, to ease the fatigue of battle. After all It is my fault you've had to endure such injuries."

After a long moment of thought, the knight nodded his head. "Very well, I'll always you to treat your wounds."

Yes! She was getting closer to winning her freedom!

The knight left and returned with her travel bag. "I'll be watching you very closely." He gave her a stern warning. "Don't try anything funny. If I feel threatended I won't hesitate to protect myself. Do I make myself clear Ochaco?" The knights eyes were full of warning.

"Yes Sir, I understand." Uraraka nodded her head and gave a little bow. After that, she set to work quickly. She retrieved all of the items she needed to create two potions of healing. She planned on making a salve to be applied to any open wounds, as well as a drinkable potion for fatigue.

She requested a small fire and the knight obliged, creating it for her and collecting her cauldron so she could get to work. Holding true to his word his eyes stuck to her as she worked, making her extremely conscious of the shortness of her tunic.

She finished the potion and poured two large servings, one for herself and one for the knight. She placed the drink before him, but he made no gesture to drink.

"I'll watch you drink first, just to be sure you're potion isn't a poisone." He glared down a her.

"Oh of course, I should also warn you, this drink has a similar affect to an extremely strong mead or wine. You may notice me getting a bit silly after I finish it, as I have a low tolerance for such indulgences."

With that Uraraka downed her cup and helped herself to a second. She felt the power of the drink began to work it's magic right away. She drank two servings to ensure the knight would be comforted by the amount she consumed. After which, she continued to work on the salve portion of her plan, trying to pay no attention to the fact that the knight wasn't touching his drink while he continued to stare at her in a lustful manor.

Sir Iida waited almost an hour. He made small talk with Uraraka, all the while observing her reaction to the two drinks she'd consumed. Her cheeks were flushed pink and she slurred her words a bit, much like someone who'd been drinking for a while. She spoke to him with more ease and he started to become more comfortable with her. He still couldn't get over his luck at finding such a cute, sweet girl in need of saving. Surely she would be willing to thank him for his deed, most women would throw themselves at him when he's done them such a kindness.

Finally, after what felt like ages, the knight lifted his cup and held it out to her. "Won't you have another serving of your potion? I'll join you this time."

Uraraka quickly filled his cup, as well as another for herself. Passing the ceramic cup to the knight, she lifted hers and clinked it against his. "Of course! I'm so glad you're going to try it, it's not bad tasting, if I do say so myself. You'll feel wonderful too! I'm quite talented at healing." The round-faced mage closed her eyes and smiled sweetly at him.

The pair drank deeply, finishing their cups in no time. The drink was sweet and tangy it went down easily. The knight began to feel the affect immediately, he felt his strength return to him straight away. He also felt the warm onset of drunkenness. The drink was quite potent in that regard. He felt as though he'd spent the whole afternoon drinking with her. The two feelings at once emboldened him to make his move on the mage before him.

"There's something else you can do for me." The knight spoke to her softly.

"Oh, what's that sir?" She was feeling very drunk now. The idea of pretending to drink the last round came to her too late. She needed to be carful she didn't' lose her cool or misspeak now that she was a bit out of it.

Sir Iida gestured from his seat for her to come closer to him. Uraraka stood and teetered, dizzily, forward until she stood within his reach. In a quick movement he placed his hands on her waist and pulled her closer.

"Oup!" Uraraka squeaked out an odd noise as he pulled her towards himself. Her head spun tipsily from the quick movement and she almost lost her balance. Reaching out she put her hands on his shoulders to catch herself. He stared up at her full of lust.

Her breast were inches from his face now, she had a strange smell, something he couldn't name, sweet and enticing. The combination of her sent and the view of her tits, now so close to him, made his mouth water. The idea that Prince Bakugou might have touched her filled him with rage. He pushed it from his mind, it was his turn now.

Sir Iida reached up and pulled the string the held the bust of her tunic in place until her cleavage was spilling out of the top. Uraraka instinctively snatched the top of her garment to keep it from coming open entirely.

Her reactive movement sent her tumbling backwards. Sir Iida had been expecting that, his arms were behind her, catching her and scooping her forward. Before she knew it she was perched in his lap.

"I've been very lonely on the road and you're quite the treat." The knight cooed to her. "Wouldn't' you like to thank me for saving you from that monster?"

It took everything in her to not roll her eyes at him. Sometimes excessively rich people really rubbed her the wrong way. This man felt so entitled based solely on the fact that he'd 'saved' her. She didn't even need his damn help! What a pig!

She had to remind herself that she was playing a sweet, naïve village girl. The idea of him taking her captive was enough for her to go along with his desires. Hopefully it would be over with quickly.

"Ahhmm, what did you have in mind, exactly?" She hid the anger in her voice and hoped the shakiness just came across as innocence.

"Take off your dress, I want to see you naked again. You have a beautiful body." With out waiting for her response he slid his hands over her shoulders and started to pull her tunic down.

Uraraka grabbed at her dress in shock! Who the hell did this guy think he was! "Hey wait! You can't just-" Her eyes were wide with shocked-anger, she didn't manage to hide.

The knight chuckled at her. He stopped pulling, but he didn't' move his hands. "I'll let you go free, if… you thank me properly." His eyes had an evil sparkle to them.

Uraraka had seen this look on many of the faces of king All Might's followers. A sense of entitlement, a person who thought they deserved something because of the position of power they held. Someone willing to use their powers for no one but themselves. It was just one of the many flavors of evil that had been taking over their, once peaceful, kingdom.

"You'll let me go free? Right after?" She watched him nod his head, his greedy fingers started to pull at the fabric of her tunic again.

"You have to let me take all of my things as well." She couldn't leave without that pendent.

"Yes, of course." His glasses reflected the late afternoon sun as he smiled at her. "Now, let me see you naked again." He tugged at her clothes more forcefully.

She moved her arms and let him pull her garment off, she was starting to get used to the feeling of being naked in the glade. She watched his face as his eyes widened and he openly gawked at her exposed breasts.

The knight pulled her closer to him and grabbed at her with his huge hands. He took her breasts into his fist and bounced them about, licking his lips as he played with her. "Gods your sexy, do you know that? I love pink nipples." He pulled her closer still, tilted his head down and licked her nipple slowly.

Uraraka wiggled on his lap, it did feel really good, she figured she might still be suffering from the after affects of the incense she'd used last night. It was supposed to have an affect on all mammals. She could still smell it in her hair and on her skin. She let out a sigh as he nipped at her gently.

"Mmm, do you like that my dear? I do, I want more of you. Tell me Ochako, are you still a maid. I'd be happy to change that for you." Iida bit down on her nipple a bit harder after asking his question.

Uraraka gasped out again as he turned his attention to her other nipple and sank his teeth into her "Sir, you're asking to much of me! I can't do that." She tried to push away from him, she wasn't going to let this creepy-ass guy inside of her like that. He held firmly onto her as she wiggled in his lap.

"But I saved you, you should be happy to give me my heart's desire!" Iida said with a bit of a wine.

"No, I-I can't do that." Uraraka wiggled against him in protest. He held tight.

Iida was shocked. Most village girls threw themselves at him and he didn't have to fight a fucking werewolf for them. "You owe me for your life mage, what will you do for me instead, hmm?" He reached down and squeezed her thigh as his angry, dejected eyes bore into hers. He waited for her answer.

Uraraka gulped. She was drunk. It was taking her mind an agonizingly long time to come up with any ideas for a compromise. Suddenly it came to her. She had no clue where or what inspired the thought, but she'd had it. Perhaps it was because he'd been obsessively interested in her breasts this whole afternoon. Every time she'd caught him looking at her, his eyes were a bit too low. She'd known exactly what he had been looking at.

She leaned closer to him and spoke softly. "I have an idea."

Sir Iida felt her soft breath against the side of his face. It sent chills down his spine and caused the tightness in the front of his pasts to become close to unbearable. "What could be better then ravaging you? Pray, tell me how you plan on thanking me for letting you live by refusing to give me what I want?"

"I'm not going to tell you, I'm just going to show you. But, first I need your help, ok?" She purred her sentence into the crook of his neck. "Will you help me?"

"You need more help from me? You haven't' even thanked me for the first time." He teased her.

"Yes. I need you too rub oil all over my breast, you need to get them nice and wet, ok?" As she spoke she cupped her boobs and pushed them together squeezing and rubbing them teasingly.

Sir Iida's mouth fell open. His eyes never left her mounds as she played with herself. "Yeah. Yeah, I think I can do that for you."

"I thought you might be able to help." She giggled. "Now, let me get up for just a moment so I can get the oil."

"Be quick. Don't fuck with me mage." His voice was deep and scary. His eyes shot from the bouncy, round distraction of her breasts back to her face.

She could see he was becoming impatient with her. Uraraka nodded, his change in tone frightened her. She moved from his lap, to her bag and quickly located her bottle of body-oil. She caught a glance of the salve she'd been working on as it boiled down over a low fire. It was close, but it wasn't ready yet, she needed more time.

She quickly returned to the knight. He patted his knee for her to return to her spot, but she shook her head no. Instead she popped the cork from the bottle of oil. Then, placing herself between his legs, she lowered herself to her knees. She leaned back, exposing her nakedness to him and drizzled the clear liquid across her chest.

The knight's eyes were as large as the full moon. He watched her like a hungry cat watching an injured bird. Uraraka could see a deep desperation set into his face.

"This is the part that I needed your help with, can you help me rub the oil all around my breasts?" She looked up at him with her very own moon sized eyes and batted her lashes at him.

The knight's hands were on her instantaneously. He groaned out in pleasure as his hands slipped and slid across her oily skin. As he toyed with her, Uraraka ran her hands over his thighs and too his center. She felt his hardness through his pants and ran her hands over it. His hands squeezed her tightly as her palm pressed into his pulsing bulge.

Wordlessly, Iida untied his pants and pulled himself free. His dick was thick and veiny as it bounced before her. Uraraka dripped a bit of the oil into her hand and slipped it over the head of his cock.

Iida threw his head back in ecstasy at her slippery touch. Her hand continued around his shaft lightly pumping him, slipping up and down his throbbing dick. He felt her lean forward, pressing herself against him. Her hand left him, leaving him aching for more.

Iida rolled his head forward and looed down at her. "Don't stop." He called the command down to her before he realized what she was about to do. He watched her, transfixed by the creativity of the girl before him. She pushed her tits against him until his cock was fit snuggly between them. Once she'd secured him between her breasts she pressed them together with her hands.

Uraraka looked up at the knight, she wasn't surprised to see the look of shocked-awe on his face. "Is this ok?" She asked him, knowing full well he wasn't going to complain.

She didn't wait for him to respond before she started rocking back and fourth, tightly squeezing his cock between her oily breasts.

"Aahh! Yeah, that's good, you look- it looks- it feels-" He gasped for breath as the head of his dick popped up between the center of her tits and back down again. "Ah! So damn good."

Iida slipped his hands under hers, taking over their position so he could squeeze and fuck her tits as he pleased. He'd been so Horney for her all day, he felt like he could burst at any moment. He thrust against her hard. His thumbs toyed with her hard nipples as he palmed the fleshy bulk of her tits against his cock.

The oil had been the perfect touch, allowing him to slip in and out of the tight spot between her squished breasts. Never in his life would Iida have imagined this was what she was thinking. He never even knew he wanted to fuck her tits, but now it was the most perfect thank you he could have ever imagined.

Uraraka watched him lose himself, it took no time at all before he took control and bucked against her. His hands dug into her, using her breasts as he desired. She could tell he was close, his mouth had fallen open and his eyes were fixated on the spot where the head of his cock would pop through as he pumped against her.

Knowing how close he was, Uraraka figured she could get this over with even quicker. She lowered her head and the next time his cock-head popped through she let it slip against her lips.

"Ah! Gods!" Iida's whole body stiffened.

The next thrust was greeted by a lick of her tongue.

"Oh! You're going to make me burst all over your tits mage!" He sounded excited, happy and angry all at once.

The third time she opened her mouth and let him slide across her lips and tongue. It was the finishing act. He'd been to hot and ready to resist her inspirational ideas. The knight came between her tits. He never stopped thrusting, letting his cum fill the tight void between her breasts, smearing it all over her. He pumped more still on her neck and chin until he had nothing left to give her.

Reluctantly, he released her from his grasp, not fully realizing just how tightly he'd been clutching her until he did. The two sat silently in the low light of the afternoon. Both panted as they caught their breath.

"I-I've never done THAT before." The knight spoke down to her after a few quiet minutes. He admired the way her cum and oil smeared breasts glistened in the low light of the coming evening.

Uraraka giggled softly and blushed. "I've never done it either, I don't even know how I thought of it." Her face was flush from embarrassment and drink. She was still quite drunk.

"I'd say that was one hell of a thank you, that's for fucking sure." Iida patted her on the head as he spoke. "I don't want you to leave, but I'll keep to my word. You're free to go now Ochako Uraraka."