Gasps and moans could be heard inside the dark dwelling. A sparkling glass of prosecco rose to meet plush, red lips. Sipping the elegant beverage, it curled into a sultry smile, promising trips into lands of pleasure hitherto unexplored, whispering prophecies of sensual adulation and intimacy one could scarcely imagine.
"Thank you for joining me."
"My pleasure. Nice, uh… place you've got."
"Hehe, I knew a woman of class such as yourself would understand. Now let's get down to business…"
"Mmm… this is the good part. I can't wait to have a taste of this scrumptious treat!
"Dig in!"
Hands reached forward. They were eager to claim their promised prize… the sticks of takoyaki placed in front of them on the table.
Ochako crunched down on the fried octopus, eyes scrunched up from the amazing taste. "Sooooo good!"
"Heh. Thanks for the glowing review."
Nemuri Kayama, AKA Midnight, had agreed to speak with Ochako after responding to Camie's text. All it said was "Sure 💋" along with the forwarded address to a bar of hers. And here they sat, meeting at the agreed upon time and place. Exotic dancers dotted the stage facing the booth, dressed in bunny suits and cabaret outfits that gave Ochako several ideas for dress-up nights with her ladies.
Ochako still couldn't risk wearing a bra with her expanding bosom, but she could fit herself into a decently sized t-shirt and fit a short jacket over it. Nemuri was in business casual dress, with a tucked in shirt taut against her large bosom and leather pants that did wonders for her legs.
Nemuri continued munching on their appetizer. "Y'know, I wouldn't have figured you for such a player, Uravity. Although I suppose Womb Link doesn't leave you much choice…"
"Hehe…" Ochako felt genuinely nervous for the first time in a while, now that she was face to face with one of her former teachers. Nemuri had always been rather forward about her sexual appetite, but it was still a little awkward. She hadn't entirely thought about what it would be like to ask her to be her lover. And one of many, at that.
"You didn't think about how awkward this would be, didja?"
"Uhhhh…" Ochako being stumped made Nemuri giggle.
"Don't worry sweetie, it's alright with me. But… hm. Gotta say, it's a big commitment. I like being a free spirit. Becoming part of a poly sounds fun, but I'm not so sure about the kids, I'll be honest."
Despite bracing for that answer, Ochako felt her stomach sink. "Well, I understand then. If you want–"
She was cut off by Nemuri raising a finger. "But, having said all that: I can be convinced to switch up my lifestyle. I just need you to do one simple thing."
"And that is?"
"Sweep me off my feet. Are you going to the Mighties tomorrow night?"
"Hm? Yeah, why? What's that got to do with sweeping you off your feet?"
"I'm actually presenting the award you're nominated for: Best Rising Hero. Of course, your girlfriend Izumi has been nominated for the most once again, but you managed to snag a couple of noms for yourself."
"Well yeah, but I'm not expecting to win any of them."
"I wouldn't be so sure. Then again, that modesty is very, very cute." Nemuri brushed her fingers beneath Ochako's chin, tilting it up so she met her brilliant blue eyes. Ochako blushed, smelling the faint whiffs of her Somnambulist quirk. She idly wondered if Nemuri had it on all the time in order to be ready to apprehend a villain, or if it was automatic. She realized she was very much hoping she'd get to hear the answer.
Nemuri giggled, pulling back. "Then again, there are times when one must act. I wonder what you can do to impress me tomorrow… Like I said, I'm a girl who likes being swept off her feet."
"Does that mean anything special, or…?"
"It means exactly what it sounds like. Well, see ya tomorrow! Have the rest of the takoyaki on the house." Nemuri wandered off. Ochako took another ginger bite of takoyaki before hunger overtook her, and within a few minutes she'd downed the entire plate.
Ochako was slightly puzzled; normally she didn't have that big of an appetite and she wasn't entirely sure what had come over her. Perhaps this was another side effect of Womb Link? There were honestly too many unknowns for her to be happy with.
Stretching herself out as she stood up, Ochako absent mindedly rifled through her pocket before her fingers brushed against a smooth sheet of plastic. Puzzled, she pulled it out. It was a photo. Inspecting what it had captured, Ochako yelped and hugged the picture to her chest, darting her eyes around to see if anybody else had seen it. She quickly trotted outside before darting into an alley. Making sure nobody was around, she peered down at the photo Nemuri had slipped into her pocket again.
The woman was wearing a rather scandalous business casual outfit, with an unbuttoned white shirt opening up to show her prominent cleavage, erect nipples poking through the material. Her leather skirt rode up high, exposing her red panties, thick thighs ready to burst her luscious stockings at the seams. She held a pointing stick, the lustful gaze behind her mask so potent that Ochako was half-surprised she didn't cum on the spot.
"Betcha love getting some milf pussy. Waiting for you tomorrow XOXO ️"
Needy pangs rocked Ochako's core, causing her to tense up. She couldn't help but dart a finger into her pants, sliding beneath her underwear and lightly playing at her entrance. Looking at the salacious picture, the instinctive need to breed was rising within her again, and she wouldn't rest easy until it had been satisfied.
There was no other option for her but to rise to the challenge. She affirmed she was going to sweep Nemuri off her feet right into bed the following night.
Ochako was bouncing her knee up and down, the limo ride she'd reserved for her and the girls taking them to the Mighties. She was wearing a sky blue dress with a slit skirt, showing off much of her legs. A more mature look, but one she was hoping would impress Nemuri well enough.
Izumi, who was sitting next to her, spoke up. "Uh, babe, not that I don't appreciate what the rapid knee bouncing is doing to your chest area, but you're also kinda freaking me out."
"Right, right…"
"C'mon Izumi, you act like the hottest girl on Earth has never gotten out of the car with seven equally hot brides-to-be." Rumi fumbled around for the champagne bottle before her hands stopped; it was a force of habit and she hadn't yet grown used to having to avoid alcohol for the safety of her baby.
"Still, this is rather nerve wracking," Momo pointed out. "Who knew everybody would get such a close look at us so soon."
"I mean, if they wanna photograph the rocking brigade of big breasted babes hanging on the down low, they're skipping right to it," Camie said, her usual barely decipherable brand of gal speak throwing everybody for a loop for a few seconds.
"That's not the same as everybody coming to bother us, though." Himiko was helping herself to a bento box in the bar's mini fridge.
"Himiko, we're going to be eating inside! Is that really necessary?" Izumi fussed.
"How many other times do you get to ride in a limo?" Himiko's voice was muffled by the food she was eating.
Izumi reached over to shut her mouth. "Mouth closed when you're eating!"
"Yes, Mom…"
"Ahhhh, this is great!" Mitsuki stretched out, leaning back in her corner of the limo. Unsurprisingly, she'd chosen the most provocative dress of them all: a purple mini-dress that was practically bursting at the seams. Her skirt bottom rode up and gave a clear view of her panties, and her bosom was so tight against the chest area that Ochako was surprised she could even breathe. Though she didn't mind the peek at her areola from above the cut off.
"Aren't you a fashion designer? Why pick out something that looks like it's gonna fall apart and leave you nude on the red carpet?" Rumi asked.
"What, a girl can't be proud of her body? Well, that and if Ochako doesn't nab Midnight then I'll let her console herself with the pair of milf titties she has on hand." Mitsuki snapped at the top of her dress, breasts jiggling dangerously. Ochako gulped, trying hard not to lose her composure right before the big ceremony.
"Boob conquers all," Camie concluded, resting her head on Mitsuki's massive chest and making the woman give a hearty chuckle. "Remind me to pay ya some attention later, Camie. Been dying to get to know you better."
Ochako peered over at Tsuyu, who seemed rather tense. "Tsu, you good? You seem a little stiff there."
"Just nervous, is all," Tsuyu croaked.
The limo came to a stop. "Well ladies, showtime! Let's step out there." Ochako said, a little forced. She was trying to psych herself up more than anybody else.
"Hey, can somebody help me out? Don't want my feet getting caught on my dress."
"Rumi, why do you have to be the first one out!"
"Ow! Himiko, that was my foot again!"
"Ladies, ladies, calm down! One at a time!"
Somehow the group of eight worked their way out of the limousine door one by one. They were greeted with a large array of flashes and clamoring
Izumi took Ochako by the arm. "Shall we?"
The red carpet was a dazzling experience, and not just because of the flashing camera lights. Ochako would've liked to have thought she was fairly well-versed being in front of the press by now, but it was still an overwhelming experience for her. Not to speak of the ever present anxiety she was feeling about her upcoming attempt to sweep Midnight "off her feet," as she'd put it.
Izumi squeezed her shoulder. "Lighten up. Let them see you're having fun."
Ochako took a deep breath, letting herself get more into the mood of it. It didn't hurt that her other girlfriends would drape themselves over her across the red carpet suggestively.
"Uravity, you seem to have brought along plus seven instead of plus one! Care to comment on the status of your relationship?"
"Have you and Deku broken up?"
"How do you recommend picking up so many chicks for the Casanovas out there?"
Ochako held a finger to her lips at all the questions, ignoring the uproar that happened when Rumi planted a kiss on her cheek and Camie rested her head on her shoulder. "Sorry folks, but that's all private. I'm sure you can figure it out for yourself though."
Izumi pecked Ochako on the cheek, further riling up the press. But that was nothing compared to the fervor that happened when she kissed Himiko on the lips as well. Amid all the commotion, Izumi hooked her arms through those of both girls and they all marched forward as a trio.
"Nice going," Ochako commented. "Gets the message across without any awkwardness about coming out and saying it."
"Glad I can help. And for good measure…" She planted an even longer kiss on Ochako's lips, to the fervor of the press. Ochako had to stop herself from getting too into it, lest they spend all night outside kissing. She settled for squeezing Izumi's delectable tush instead, giving a peck behind Izumi's ear and making her first girlfriend blush.
Moving ahead, the girls saw a couple more familiar faces. Currently performing a small show for the press was a woman with a more-than-generous bust and periwinkle hair, using her quirk to float on the air atop spirals.
"Nejire-chan, how are you and Miss Haya!?"
"Heehee, sorry boys, but I'm pretty committed to Yuyu." Nejire blew them all a kiss.
"Are you planning to get married soon?" Asked a female reporter. Nejire's interest was piqued, and she floated down to suspend herself in front of her.
"Ooh, oooh, I really love that dress! Which designer is it? Did you use lots of makeup? Does it complement your quirk? Here, see, if I use my spirals like this it changes the color of my dress!" Nejire
The female reporter was a little overwhelmed. "Uh, I-I have a boyfriend," she stammered.
"What? No, I'm not trying to pick you up or anything–GACK!" a woman with short cropped orange hair chopped her on the head, making Nejire yelp and begin to pout.
"Enough with the flirting, Nej. Besides, I'm pretty sure she doesn't swing that way."
"It's not flirting, I'm genuinely curious!"
"Yeah, yeah, let's go you big chick magnet."
"Wahhhhhh!" It was a funny sight, seeing Nejire dragged through the air by her long-term partner.
"Nice to see senpai never changes," Izumi said, half exasperated just from watching. "Reminds me of someone I know." Her pointed glare at Ochako made her girlfriend begin to whistle and stare off at nothing off to the side.
Mitsuki, however, was puzzled by the display. "Wait, hang on Camie. Didn't you say you slept with Nejire? Is she cheating–"
"Oh, that. Well, Nejire gets a lot of pent up energy thanks to the nature of her quirk and she needs to let that steam off or she effectively turns into a rabbit on a dozen cups of coffee. So she and Yuyu will call me or some other girls over to get some lesbo time in. Like, it's her way of destressing and stuff, get what I'm saying?"
"That makes her even more like Miss Ladykiller here then," Rumi snarked. "That'd make her about half as horny as you are on a good day."
"You're making me blush," Ochako purred, drawing Rumi close and giving her a quick smooch. Rumi briefly grabbed Ochako's breast, Camie deftly covering up the fondling by moving in close for a hug.
"We'd all totes jump your bones in that get-up if there weren't people around, Ochako," Camei whispered, luminescent blush alighting her face. "Right, Rumi?"
"Totally…"
"Let's just keep moving," Izumi said. She was somewhat nervous, knowing what this group was like. For all she knew, they might actually grow randy enough to try jumping on Ochako in front of all those cameras. That would be one way to end a career.
Once they made their way through the front doors twenty minutes later, Ochako felt a tug at her hand, surprised to see Tsuyu pulling on the other end.
"Tsu?"
"Ribbit, follow me. There's still some time before the ceremony…"
Ochako followed Tsuyu to the other side of the lobby, where the washrooms were. Darting inside, they quickly shut themselves inside a stall. Barely a second passed from the door being locked that Tsuyu threw herself onto Ochako, zealously making out with her.
"Mmm, mph! I'm sorry, Ochako! I didn't get enough last night…"
Ochako giggled. "Don't worry! If anything, I could use the distraction. So c'mere…"
Ochako hoisted Tsuyu up, pressing her against the bathroom stall. Tsuyu wrapped her powerful legs around Ochako's waist, beautifully braided hair in danger of coming undone with how ferociously Ochako made out with her.
Kissing at her neck, Ochako rubbed up and down Tsuyu's thighs, feeling up to her taut, wonderful butt pressed tight below the dress. She could've spent an hour in that stall with her, easily, but it wouldn't take long before they were missed.
Giving Tsuyu a quick kiss, Ochako placed her on the top of the toilet with her feet planted securely on the closed toilet seat. She pulled down her panties from underneath her dress skirt and was greeted with the familiar, lovely scent of arousal. Licking her lips, Ochako dove into the great beyond to satisfy her lover.
Meanwhile, a woman with long orange hair done in a side ponytail trotted inside the restroom, depositing her purse on the vanity. Sporting a well-built body honed by years of training, and a wonderful bosom to match, Itsuka Kendo was still liable to falling victim to the self-esteem issues every woman faced about her appearance. She was pretty sure she looked as good as she could, but still… couldn't hurt to double check.
Taking a deep breath, she pulled some mascara out of her purse and quickly set about reapplying. It was too late for the red carpet, but there was always the after party. Normally she didn't do this type of social thing, but it was a big event, and her PR team urged her to do so. Show everybody the lady behind the kung fu outfit. Or something to that effect, at least.
She'd just finished when Ochako and Tsuyu stumbled out of the stall, giggling. However, they grew silent once they realized they weren't alone. Ochako hurriedly wiped at her mouth, which was wet with… something.
"Oh, hey Kendo."
Itsuka perked up. "Hm? Uraraka, Asui? What were you…?"
Her face grew bright red as she began to clue in, "Oh, wow! Uh, look at the time! Better get going!" She grabbed for her stuff, causing some of her make-up items to clutter to the floor.
"Oh! Dropped your stuff." As Ochako bent down to grab the runaway makeup, her breast slapped onto Itsuka's thigh. Her extra… padding, and being completely used to random touches on her breasts, ensured she hadn't noticed, but Itsuka sure did. Ochako, none the wiser to Itsuka's sudden blush, stood, handing the makeup kit back to her.
"Thanks… I see you two have gotten even closer since school, haha!"
"Yeeeeah, we're uh… we're just trying something new, you know? It's kinda exciting, actually."
"And Ochako's such a womanizer that it works out better this way," Tsuyu croaked. "B-babe…" Ochako said, sounding somewhat hurt by Tsuyu's trademark bluntness, but more in the manner of somebody being suddenly confronted with the truth than being in denial.
"Does Midoriya know?" Itsuka blurted out.
"Knows and approves. If anything, she was the most gung-ho about going poly."
"I see! Well, that means there's no issues then. Just a bit of a surprise, is all."
"Yeah, I do nothing without Izumi's approval. She's my partner-in-crime, literally and figuratively!" Ochako grinned, scratching her head. The movement made her breasts jiggle, and Itsuka's heart stuttered at the motions. She blinked, confused. She wasn't attracted to women, of that she was pretty sure. So why was this making her feel… weird?
There was this bubbling heat somewhere in the pit of her stomach, something. A new yearning. images of Ochako's curvaceous body draped over her, rich brown eyes boring holes through her skin and a lustful smile as her fingers toyed with her body entered her mind. Startled, Itsuka shook her head, and the vision vanished.
Ochako tapped Itsuka's arm reassuringly. "Hey, are you okay? You look kinda frazzled."
"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. Just nerves, you know? What if I have to get up there and give a speech, you know?"
"Heh, an amazing hero like you? You'll get an award for sure. Knock 'em dead!" Ochako flexed her bicep for emphasis, the movement jostling her precariously covered bosom ever so slightly, letting a peek at her areola pop out. Suddenly, an image of herself sucking on Ochako's erect nipples flitted into Itsuka's mind. She felt her own nipples poke at her dress, taken aback and aroused at her reaction to this woman. She'd never been more aware of Ochako's sheer femininity, exuding fertility and virility at once.
"S-so sorry, gotta run!" Itsuka beat a hasty retreat, her heart hammering for reasons she couldn't quite understand yet. She was straight, she liked men! She was sure of it… But sucking those nipples would be kind of—
No, no! She was straight for sure! There was no way she was being flustered over Ochako, of all people. She was going on another date with a guy that weekend, in fact. I mean, sure the dates never made it past second base, but still!
Just as Itsuka was reminding herself of her heterosexuality, Ochako and Tsuyu were left alone in the restroom. "That was weird," Ochako said. "Wonder if she's got something else going on?"
"Hmm, I wonder… I was starting to smell arousal on her…"
"What, because of me? I mean, Itsuka's straight, I can be pretty sure of that."
"I did too, but that look in her eyes… And I don't think the air is quite cool enough for her nipples to get erect like that."
"Daaaamn, you noticed that? Kinda wished I saw that… she's one hot woman." Beat. "Just as sexy as you are, of course."
"Thanks, ribbit." Tsuyu continued to ponder. "Hmm… I wonder if Womb Link affects sexual orientation, too."
"Yeah, I'm not really down for brainwashing people…"
"Might not be, depending on how we control it. Interesting…"
"Well, we can leave that for later. Think the rest of the girls made it in?"
"Yes, well. That is another reason I dragged you off. I heard a certain other person would be here tonight… One that Izumi knows quite well."
"Who?" Ochako took a few seconds to work it out, before deflating in exasperation. "Oh, right. Of course she'd be here…"
Meanwhile, on the other side of the reception hall, Itsuka had sat down, heart still hammering from her encounter with Ochako. Her closest friend, Setsuna Tokage, noticed her flustered disarray.
"Yo, Itsuka, ya do a marathon between here and the restroom or what?"
"Nothing,
Setsuna flashed a jagged grin. She'd found a new source of teasing. "Ohhhh, didja meet somebody? A boy?"
"It wasn't a boy!"
"OOOOH, a girl then! I keep telling ya how much fun chicks are. You gotta rub these epic mammaries against another pair someday, I'm telling ya, it's the best!"
"Knock it off!"
Giggles of laughter as Setsuna playfully fondled Itsuka's indeed impressive chest rang out. And despite herself, Itsuka couldn't get the sight of Ochako's impressive cleavage out of her head.
Meanwhile, Izumi and the others were already seated at their table. Nemuri had arranged so that they could all sit together. They were simply missing four people. Two extra guests, and their missing members. The latter of which had everyone wonder where they were.
"Where'd Ochako and Tsuyu run off to? What on earth could they be doing right now? Right before the ceremony, of all times!?" Izumi fretted.
"Do ya really need to ask?" Rumi pointed out. Izumi struggled to respond before conceding.
"No, you're definitely right. Ahhhh, that girl drives me crazy sometimes! I swear, one day—GAH!"
A cold glass of ice water had been pressed against Izumi's neck, making her jump. The hearty chortling that followed was familiar to her. Izumi craned her neck up at the new arrival.
"Whoa, Lady Nagant!"
The dual-color haired woman took a sip of her water. "Please, just Kaina when we're not in the field. How are you doing, sweetie?"
"Oh, g-great. It's been a while…" Izumi was blushing, a new phenomenon for the poly. Normally she only got this giddy for Ochako, despite her amorous relations with all of them the past few weeks.
"What's the deal with those two?" Mitsuki whispered to Himiko.
"Know how I've been trying to be in a poly with Ochako and Izumi at the same time? Well, Lady Nagant over there has had eyes just for Izumi ever since she saved her. And Ochako isn't especially appreciative."
"I see."
"Ah, fancy seeing you here Lady Nagant!" Ochako came up behind her girlfriend, firmly pressing her hands on her shoulder while giving Kaina a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. Tsuyu hurried to her seat while the two engaged in their little staredown.
"Well, I am nominated for the Best Comeback award, after all," Kaina replied. Her hair was at its full, luxurious length, with plenty of strands available to pluck to create her bullets. Her satin purple dress did wonders for her already glorious figure, and she possessed an air of broad shouldered maturity that communicated the seasoned experiences of a pro hero and the full bodied allure of a strong, mature woman. So, of course, Ochako was a little threatened when she showed unambiguous interest in her Izumi. Just a wee bit, though.
"Shouldn't you be sitting somewhere else then? We kinda have the table to ourselves!"
"Not quite. Each of them seats ten, and you're just a party of eight. That Kayama…" Kaina peered up at the stage, one of her eyes closed like she was staring down the barrel of her rifle. "She sure can be sneaky."
"We seat ten, Ochako. So that means one other will be joining our party." Momo said. She picked up the guest list, her eyes growing wide in pleasant surprise.
"Guys, it's–"
"Hey, heyyyyy!" Came a bubbly, cheery voice. Ochako found her vision obscured by pink hair and horns as two rather plump, soft masses squished against her stomach. Leanly built arms wrapped around her torso, and the familiar heavy perfume tickled her nose.
"Oooooh, Mina! You're with us!"
"Yep!" Mina did a brief pose on one leg, arm raised palm up and with a cutesy smile adorning her face. Her exaggerated movements made her breasts, which had only expanded in volume since high school, jiggle dangerously. "Midnight decided to put us together, probably so we could catch up. Looking forward to it!"
"So am I." Kaina still had her gaze locked on Izumi, and before Ochako could butt in, she sat on Izumi's left side. Ochako promptly sat in her right, eyeing her warily.
"Well then, better settle in!" Ochako said.
The conversation switched to small talk, with Mina asking everybody what they were up to, who they were dating–
"Wait, all of you are dating at once!?" Mina said incredulously.
"Not so loud!" Izumi hissed, pressing her finger to her lips in a shushing motion. "Honestly, Mina…"
"Sorry," Mina said sheepishly. "I was already inside when you guys were out on the red carpet out there, so I wasn't seeing y'all hang off each other. So… how are you going to handle the media?"
"Stab them all," Himiko said, sucking on some of the red hard candies in the middle bowl.
"That would get you a very different kind of publicity!" Izumi said shrilly.
"We're just trying to be more open about all this without really having to come out and say it," Momo explained to Mina. "This creates less stress for everybody in the long run, with it out in the open like this."
"Can't say I ever thought of it that way but, then again, I've never been part of a poly. What's it like?"
"Can't speak for everybody, but I think it's pretty nice," said Ochako, smiling cheekily, for she had just begun groping Izumi's boobs. Her first girlfriend blushed.
"Cut it out!" She swatted Ochako away, unable to suppress the giggles that rose out of her as Ochako lovingly peppered her cheek with kisses. However, Ochako's intentions weren't one hundred percent romantic: she glared at Kaina past Izumi, letting the woman know her claim had been staked. However, she should've known better - that had never stopped the woman before.
"Man, I'm jealous. Is it just me, or did these puppers get even bigger?" Kaina gave a few experimental squeezes. Ochako was fuming, though Izumi seemed rather welcome to the advances herself. Still, she was rather nervous as she tried to come up with some kind of cover story.
"Late growth spurt, haha! Happens sometimes, you know?"
"Mmm…" Ochako had a feeling Kaina had more on her mind than just laying her hands on Izumi's chest, given the small moan and lick at her lips she gave. She could not focus on it for long, however, for the rest of her wives were demanding her attention.
"Hey, hey, Ochako, they've come out with small bits of calamari! Mind feeding your homegirl?"
"Sure thing, Camie." Ochako plucked a piece of calamari off Camie's plate and inserted it into her waiting mouth. Camie made a show of moaning as she chewed, cheeks screwed up in blissful delight.
Himiko, not one to be left out, leapt to her feet. "Yo, Ochako! Put it in my mouth too!"
"Me, me!"
Momo blushed at Himiko and Rumi's sultry requests. "It sounds so dirty when you guys say it like that… But put it in mine as well!"
"Perv! Knew I liked ya for more than your knockers." Mitsuki smirked, grabbing a generous handful of Momo's breast and kissing her on the cheek, causing the young woman to flush scarlet.
Amid all the attention, Ochako didn't notice Kaina slyly begin feeding Izumi strawberries, making sure to lick
"Whoa, you girls sure are… thirsty." Mina settled on a rather inoffensive way of remarking on the whole situation, feeling slightly left out as she watched the ladies take large sips of water after Ochako's hand feeding.
"Double entendre?" Himiko gave her a sly wink.
"I think you all have double of something, anyway…" Mina's eyes roamed around everybody's chests, which, as she had noted upon sitting down, were definitely a good bit larger than last time she'd seen everybody.
"Every day's a new, sexy adventure!" Mitsuki said.
"Our commando unit of super hotties are gonna take the world by storm, just you watch!" Rumi declared.
"Mhm." The table settled back into small talk while Mina didn't partake. She was plucking up the nerve to ask something. She couldn't say she'd thought much of it before but, upon hearing all the thinly veiled sexual euphemisms from everybody, something began bubbling up inside her. The question she was dying to ask eventually worked itself past her lips.
"Hey, Ochako… What's it like kissing girls?"
"Nice and soft," said Ochako dreamily, staring into nothing.
Izumi snapped her fingers in front of her ears. "Hey, earth to Ochako! Get lost in lesbian dreamland another time!"
Mina, however, was giggling. "Soooo, I've been wondering… would you be willing to kiss me?"
Ochako blinked, somewhat surprised. "Really? In plain view of everybody?"
"You're right, it's silly of me. Forget I asked!"
"No, wait!" Izumi cut in, placing her hand on Mina's across the table. "We're all fine with it. Go on, try it out!"
Seeing everybody nod in approval, Ochako threw her legs over so she sat sideways on her seat, facing directly at Mina. "You still up for it?"
At that moment, Mina could've easily taken in Ochako's thick, curvy body, dress draped over her form at all the right contours and angles. And hell, if she was being honest, she was very much taking it in at all times. However, she found herself even more fixated on Ochako's blushed cheeks, her warm, soothing gaze, and the full plushness of her lips. Oh, those lips which had carefully applied pink lipstick, which made Ochako all the more alluring.
Nervous, Mina bit her lip but couldn't help but give a cheeky grin as she leaned forward, lips puckered out expecting a kiss. With an assuredness that came with much practice, Ochako smoothed her hair over her ears to prevent it from getting in the way of their kissing, and brought her lips forward to meet Mina's.
Smoooooch~! A long, tender kiss was placed on Mina's plump lips. Ochako lightly worked her tongue in, probing past them and exploring her mouth. She moaned, holding the back of Mina's head as they made out. She didn't go full French kiss, but gave her just enough to let her experience a good breadth of pleasure from it.
As they continued making out, each member of her harem stared at them transfixed. The mere act of kissing between two gorgeous women was enough to make their hearts race, focused with rapt attention as their lover showed yet another gorgeous girl the true wonder of sensual, sweet sapphic passion.
Mwah! Ochako pulled back, cupping Mina's chin. Even under her pink cheeks, the blush was evident, aided by Mina's evidently heavier breathing.
"W-wow! That's out of this world!"
"I've got more here for ya, if you want." Ochako said slyly, pecking Mina's cheek. Kaina leaned forward toward Izumi, peering at her meaningfully.
"Hey. I'd say I'm pretty curious about what it's like kissing girls too. Mind giving me front row seats?" Kaina pointed to her lips, which were puckering out. Izumi flushed scarlet, watching them with evident attraction.
"Watch it, lady!" Ochako snapped, snapping away from Mina to round on the sniper hero before Mitsuki and Rumi started pinching at both of her cheeks.
"Alright, that's enough. You can spare the poor girl some extra love. Why deny her such an A-grade hottie?"
"Bitch, if you're gonna keep a hot piece of ass like Izumi all to yourself then what's the point!? Isn't it way better if we get Nagant in on this too?"
"Uncle, uncle! Spare my cheeks!"
Smack!
"Not those cheeks!"
"Your family's quite lively," Kaina remarked, giggling softly.
"Yeah," Izumi said, nervous sweat trickling down her brow. She spoke in a way infused with eternal exhaustion and exasperation, but nonetheless content and happy.
The idea that had possessed her ever since Kaina had sat down at their table felt more alluring than ever. She knew what she wanted, but the question was if Ochako would be okay with it. She'd never liked Kaina for all her advances on Izumi… then again, Ochako had never encountered Kaina at a time when she wasn't pulling the moves on her, so perhaps with some convincing and a little time…
"Izumi? What is it?" Kaina had leaned in close, noticing Izumi's pondering expression.
Izumi flushed scarlet. "I-it's nothing! Just a silly little thought… You wanted a kiss?"
"If it's alright with you."
Kaina tilted Izumi's chin toward her so they could look each other dead in the eye. Izumi peered at Ochako, who had finally been released from the Cheek Pinch of Death, who blearily and glumly stared at the pair of them.
At last, with a deep sigh, Ochako motioned with her hand in a way that Izumi understood to be approval. She knew they'd have to talk about it after, but Kaina had been smart to request a kiss after Mina had done so. It would've made Ochako quite the hypocrite if she had denied the older woman.
"Alright then." With confidence that had Izumi cast a lot of doubt on this being the first time Kaina had kissed another woman, the sniper hero cradled Izumi's face and leaned forward. Their lips made contact, and probing tongues began pushing past as their amorous contact continued.
Izumi couldn't help but moan. She'd kissed quite a lot of women now, (to the point the thought of Ochako's harem growing even larger scared her a little) but something about Kaina felt different. Her kisses were powerful, heady, but she detected some sort of reluctance behind them. A reticence to truly open herself up… Or perhaps she was reading too much into it, and ruining what was a very good kiss.
More moans issued from the pair of them, truly getting into it. The banquet hall was fading away, the noise of conversation, the knowledge of their patrol routes and hero duties and all the tittering paparazzing trying to intrude on their lives. There was just Izumi and Kaina.
Their kisses grew more aggressive. Faster. Lipstick grew smeared, Izumi's carefully done hair was threatening to be undone. Kaina bit toyingly at Izumi's lip before diving back in for more, so eager she was to taste her–
"Ahem!" Surprisingly, it wasn't Ochako who cleared her throat, but Himiko. "I think that's enough."
The other ladies were all blushing, but similarly seemed relieved Izumi and Kaina hadn't gotten further carried away. "I mean, we also really like Izumi," Rumi noted, keeping her eyes closed so she wouldn't meet anybody's gaze and feel awkward. "Any more fooling around than that is simply not tolerable."
"Mhm, mhm!" Camie nodded her head up and down furiously in a cutesy way.
"I thought you were a gyaru, not a genki girl." Mitsuki commented.
"Just as well," Momo said, pointing at the stage. "The ceremony's about to begin."
And so the awards began carrying out. There were the usual itineraries of famous hero celebrities, sketches. One particularly flat joke involved a bizarrely paced punchline about the Moon rabbit, who had taken to pounding beans instead of mochi.
"Ass," Rumi snorted, fiddling with the umbrella in her drink. "All ass. I take offense to that last one in particular!"
"Whoa, they're roasting that host guy on my feed," Camie said, flipping through her phone. "Some people are actually begging for some of their favorite heroes to show up on stage. Lots of requests for Momo…"
"How 'bout me?" Himiko asked vainly.
"Not as many, at least from what I'm seeing. I don't follow any stalker accounts, sorry!"
"Go figure…"
Izumi had gone away to reapply her makeup when she crept back to her seat, sitting down next to Kaina again. "What did I miss?"
"Well, we're just about at the award Midnight's presenting…"
Sure enough, a few minutes later, Nemuri came on stage to thunderous applause. Clearly, many had been looking forward to seeing her as well.
"Did you figure out what she meant about sweeping her off her feet?" Izumi whispered.
Ochako shook her head. "No. Truth be told, I've actually been increasingly rattled at not being able to solve it. She couldn't be clearer?"
Izumi shrugged. "Probably wants you to work for it."
Ochako groaned, slumping in her seat. Sweep off her feet? Doing what? What was supposed to impress Nemuri enough that she'd want to go out with her, and further, be bedded by her?
"Every year," Midnight began her speech, "we bear witness to exceptional talents. Like seedlings planted in fertile gardens, we watch them grow and develop into prominent, able heroes that everybody can depend on… Ahhh, the vigors of youth!"
"Kayama!" The stage director snapped, as Nemuri began being lost in another of her fantasies. Brought back to earth, Nemuri cleared her throat, blushing slightly.
"These are the nominees for Best Rising Hero! Last year, Izumi Midoriya, AKA Deku, won the award for a third time, which means she's officially out of the running this year. A feat that had been done only by All Might herself!" An outbreak of strong, fervent applause rang out, causing Izumi to shrink a little in her seat.
Nemuri read out the list of nominees, pausing between each so the applause would die down. "Itsuka Kendo, Battle Fist… Inasa Yaorashi, Gale Force… Nejire Hado, Nejire-chan… … and Ochako Uraraka, Uravity! And the winner is…"
With bated breath, Ochako and the other girls waited. Ochako felt her heart was going to burst, it was beating so hard.
"URAVITY! Ochako Uraraka!"
A thunderous chorus of cheering and applause broke out as her name was called out. Izumi poked her in the back, making her jolt upward as a knee jerk reaction. Thinking how awkward it would be to keep standing there, she walked forward, feeling stiff and unnatural, as she advanced toward the stage with everybody watching.
It wasn't the award. The award she was quite happy with; it was answering Nemuri's riddle that troubled her now. Sweep her off her feet? How? What on earth could that possibly entail?
She was at the steps now. Ascending each felt like scaling a cliff, the expectant look on Midnight's face growing clearer and clearer as she walked toward her. What on earth could she do?
And then, once she was right in front of Nemuri, the answer came to her clear as day. It was so exceedingly simple, she could kick herself for not realizing it up until now! But still, it would require quite a bit of nerve… But all the same, was it worse than anything she'd done up until now?
With a confident jut of her hip, Ochako went for both the award and Nemuri's torso, leaning her back so she was suspended on her arm. One of her legs raised in the air, dress spooling around the base of her thigh. She was grinning, evidently thrilled by Ochako rising to her challenge.
With a small cock of her head, Ochako leaned down and planted one squarely on Nemuri's lips. The cameras recorded it all, streaming their kiss live to the nation, with even more uproar from the live audience.
Feet? Swept.
Finishing the kiss and planting Nemuri back on her feet (albeit with slightly disheveled hair), Ochako met the raucous cheers and surprise of the audience, Ochako grinned widely. "Thank you, Japan! Thank you!"
The applause died down. Ochako continued her speech. "Not gonna keep you folks long! Just wanted to say I'm honored to be recognized by such a noble community! This job is far from easy, but what makes it worth it is seeing the smiles and light reach everybody's faces. We do this to keep everybody safe and happy, in the end!"
More cheering. "I also wanted to thank all the people giving me support! My parents, all the teachers at U.A. High who prepared me to enter the world of heroes. And of course, my lovely paramours!"
Ochako indicated the table where everybody sat, to which the crowd began murmuring. "My lovely, gorgeous girlfriends! And I mean girlfriend very much romantically. Izumi! Mitsuki! Tsuyu! Himiko! Momo! Camie! Rumi! And…"
Ochako gave Nemuri a probing glance, wondering if she could say what she wanted to next. Nemuri nodded, face red with excitement. "Nemuri! You guys mean the world to me! Anyway, thanks everybody! Always go Plus Ultra!"
As she and Nemuri walked backstage, Nemuri curled her fingers through Ochako's and leaned in to whisper. "Full marks." Ochako gave a chuckle, squeezing Nemuri's hand tight.
A jingle of keys, a twist and click later, and the door to Nemuri's apartment swung open. Ochako had never been over, and to her knowledge, barely anybody had actually been over to Nemuri's place. She was a surprisingly reclusive woman, for all her boldness in her hero life.
"Nice place you got here. For real this time." Nemuri chuckled at Ochako's small joke, staring at her hungrily out of the corner of her eye.
The two had left the ceremony shortly after Ochako had won the award. Ochako hadn't won any of the other categories, so it was safe to depart quietly. Ochako also wasn't too fussed about missing the afterparty; far too little opportunity to make sweet, sweet love to Nemuri. Izumi and the others seemed to be enjoying themselves though.
"Go ahead," said Izumi's text when Ochako told her she was leaving. She followed it up with a picture of the other girls staring hungrily at her, with Izumi herself looking remarkably pleased, both by their stares and the six Mighty award statues they were holding she had won all by herself. Himiko was kissing Izumi on the cheek. "If I have to take care of everybody while you're away, well… there are certain perks to the job of head wife."
"Helps having such a devoted partner," Nemuri commented, hugging Ochako from behind and peering down at the texts after they deposited their shoes at the front. They'd taken their heels off and had worn sandals back to the apartment.
"Mhm. Don't know what I'd do without her."
"Mmm…" Nemuri whispered sultrily, lightly toying at Ochako's breasts. "I must say, I never quite anticipated your sudden… growth spurt. Always thought Momo would reign supreme."
"Yeah, and I made sure to fuck her too," Ochako giggled, assisting Nemuri's playing as she lay her phone on the counter. "Right now we're working on making those delicious mammaries as big as they can be."
"You go for size?" Nemuri pressed her bosom into Ochako's back, making sure she felt the pillowy softness.
"Among other things." Ochako turned around, holding Nemuri delicately. She tilted up her chin, gazing into those beautiful blue eyes of hers. "Are you ready?"
Nemuri answered by craning her neck up, initiating another kiss between them. This one wasn't hurried like at the Mighties, where there were people and cameras everywhere. This one, being 100% private, allowed the two to begin unraveling each other for a night of pure, carnal pleasure between their luscious bodies.
Ochako pushed her tongue in as she pulled down the strap on Nemuri's one shoulder dress. It was a stylish purple, and so nice Ochako took great care in sliding it down. Nemuri also took rather delicate care of Ochako's sky blue dress, making sure it didn't tear against her bursting curves.
"Oooh! Pasties." Nemuri became rather cheeky when she pulled the dress down to expose her breasts. "Rather ingenious… and naughty!"
Ochako chuckled. "Expanding mammaries means any bra would become busted after a while, and we don't wanna keep begging Momo to make more. I'll be doing the same thing to you… but I'm disappointed you won't be able to wear such lovely underwear for a while."
Pulling down Nemuri's own dress past her chest revealed the black lace she was wearing just for her. Ochako hefted Midnight's breasts up, as if surveying a course of delicious food.
"Mmm…" Nemuri hummed as she tore off one of the pasties, freeing Ochako's steadily erecting, inverted nipple. Watching it jut out made Nemuri more feverish, unable to resist licking up the underside of Ochako's breast to the tip. Gasping in delighted surprise, Ochako pushed Nemuri forward until they were lying on the bed, Ochako's massive bosom threatening to smother much of Nemuri's torso.
"Naughty girl…" Ochako purred, unhooking the front clasp of Nemuri's bra and allowing her own jiggling mammaries to spill out. She squeezed one to feel the softness, pinching at the nipple and eliciting a gasp. She let her full weight press down so she could hug Nemuri tight, their soft breasts squished together tight.
The two began making out in earnest, hands running through cinnamon brown and midnight black hair. Ochako's shorter bob tickled at Nemuri's hands, while black hair ran like silk through her fingers. Kissing down her neck, Ochako eventually reached Nemuri's collarbone and peppered it with kisses. She gasped, exhilarated, as she felt Ochako descend to her breasts. Possessively grabbing both, Ochako inhaled a nipple with delight. She stared up at Nemuri, brown eyes earnest and loving through her ravaging of her body.
"Like my big titties, huh! Hehehe!" Nemuri made sure to brush her other boob against Ochako's face so that she was constantly pressing against them. Ochako leapt to the other nipple, happy to gorge herself upon Nemuri's glorious teats. As Nemuri cooed and moaned, her hands went to the slit in Ochako's dress and began massaging her hips. Her own hips gyrated, wanting to meet Ochako's strong, beautiful legs.
"Mmm, you wanna see the rest of the goods?" Ochako winked at Nemuri, playing with the remaining pastie until her other nipple protruded as well, giving Nemuri the urge to rip it off and suck on the tender nub.
Ochako continued staring at her with great hunger. "We both gotta start showing off then."
"With pleasure," Nemuri purred. The two began sliding out of their dresses, slipping them down their luscious bodies to have freer access to each other's most sensitive body parts. Nemuri went "Ooooh~" once Ochako's stringy thong was revealed, practically leaving her large, full moon ass bare. Ochako twerked a little, relishing Nemuri's fervent, lustful fixation on her jiggling buttcheeks.
"Womb Link's making all of my assets grow. I'm loving the fullness of sitting down. I can't wear proper panties for a bit, and I'm much opposed to wearing pasties on my tender little area, but thongs? Thongs hit the sweet spot. Plus, my ladies love 'em!" Ochako bit her lips as she snapped at the thong string, making her heavenly booty jiggle.
"Your body's a sexual masterpiece," Nemuri said in awe, groping Ochako's ass in awe. "And you… your drive, your sheer horniness, your desire to breed… You're the person I've been searching for my whole life!"
"Glad we're on the same page." Grinning, Ochako hugged Nemuri to her, not bothering to tear off her other pastie. She hefted up her fully exposed breast, giving Nemuri a clear invitation to lavish it with love, which she did eagerly. Enclosing her lips around a nipple, Nemuri squeezed the breast with relish, hand snaking down to grab a handful of Ochako's large ass (or as much of it as she could hold onto, anyway.)
Nemuri gave Ochako a few more pecks on the lips before flipping her around, ass up. Ochako was unsurprised to see her pull out a purple strap-on dildo, which just so happened to have been lying in the drawer of the coffee table. "Know what I really want right now?"
"What?"
"To plough this glorious ass of yours." She squeezed and smacked Ochako's large butt for emphasis, transfixed by the jiggle.
Ochako licked her lips, brown eyes lidded over her shoulder. "Alright then… do your magic, teach."
Nemuri hummed, putting the strap-on around her hips. She also pulled out a topless corset from the same drawer, tying it together fast and pulling out a riding crop to complete the dominatrix image. She peeled aside Ochako's scanty thong to get at the goods below. Spreading her buttocks, Nemuri licked her lips.
"I won't go too crazy tonight dear, unless you want it otherwise…"
"I'm more interested in fucking girls straight up than any of the extra stuff. Boobs and pussy-on-pussy action are where it's at. But… I do think it's sexy to play around a little bit." She wiggled her butt invitingly. "Do whatever you have in mind."
Nemuri poured a decent amount of lube onto the fake cock and, lining it up with her partner's back entrance, pushed it through. Ochako gasped, back arched, nails scratching at the cushions as Nemuri began ravaging her ass.
"Feels nice and tight, huh? You ever do this?"
"Normally on others…" Ochako admitted, looking back at Nemuri through sweat soaked bangs. "But I'm not about to admit defeat…"
Nemuri's lips curled into a sadistic, familiar grin. "Lovely attitude."
Ochako grunted as Nemuri stretched her out on the dildo, the pegging sensation foreign but not altogether unpleasurable. She wouldn't say it was something she was into, but occasionally would be fine. The thought broke as Nemuri held onto her arms, Ochako's ever expanding breasts swaying back and forth from the roughness. Nemuri pulled her up and groped at them roughly, bosom pressing against Ochako's back as she kept pegging her relentlessly.
Pulling Ochako's chin, Nemuri kissed her over her shoulder while she fondled her. Their sweet kiss underscored and heightened the sinful feeling of Ochako's sensitive place being reamed. More smooches followed, and with a few more bucks of her hips, Nemuri made Ochako orgasm from pleasure.
Falling face first onto the couch, savoring the cool leather, Ochako caught her breath as Nemuri pulled out and unbuckled her strap-on. She leered at Ochako's butt, caressing her squishy rear with ever potent lust.
"Putting that in the pile to be washed. But for now: c'mere…" Nemuri purred, guiding Ochako by the hand toward the bedroom. Tossing the dildo and Ochako's discarded thong to the side, Nemuri spun Ochako toward the bed where she lay, completely naked save for a last remaining pastie.
Nemuri pulled open her drawer, filled to the brim with other devious gizmos and toys she sprung on her female conquests. Her full lips curled again, settling on a small and large vibrator each; one was attached to the remote by wire, the other was a long stick with a bulbous end to it.
"How many toys have ya got, out of curiosity?" Nemuri was grinning, having the time of her life. Her finger traced Ochako's pastie-covered nipple, thrilled at its stiffness telling her how much Ochako was yearning for her touch.
"More than a few…" Ochako grinned at her defiantly, pushing Nemuri's hand into her breast. "I trust you understand toys only heighten, but don't define pleasure. That's all dependent on the girls involved…"
"Right you are. But still…" Nemuri cracked out her whip, the sharp sound making Ochako involuntarily flinch. "I oh so love to dominate…"
At what felt like supersonic speed, Nemuri whipped out a roll of clear tape, which she used to stick the small vibrator to Ochako's lower half. The remote was taped to the inside of her thigh, while the vibrator was planted snugly over her pussy. Without remorse, she flicked it on, making Ochako throw her head back in ecstasy.
Nemuri also deposited what appeared to be a bottle of oil on the nightstand. "For later," she explained. Cracking the whip again, she flipped on the larger vibrator and pressed it over Ochako's pussy along with the smaller one, doubling her pleasure. Ochako's eyes stretched wide, back arching in euphoria as Nemuri played at her supple body to her heart's content.
As Ochako's legs were spasming from the sensations, Nemuri further added to the intensity by tearing off the last remaining pastie, circling the nipple to keep it painfully erect. Her plush lips bent downward, placing themselves over Ochako's again in a way that was prince-like; tender and soft. It was a bizarre contrast to the intensity she was applying to the woman's lower regions, relentlessly pressing the vibrating toys hard against.
The intensity was so great that cum spurted out of Ochako's pussy, squirting with an intensity she didn't know was possible. Nemuri kept kissing her as she rode the orgasm out, and, once she had decided enough had been enough, took the larger vibrator away and turned it off, dropping it to the floor. She turned off the small vibrator as well, giving Ochako room to breathe as she cracked the whip again. The loud sound jolted Ochako awake, making her get into a sitting position.
Nemuri licked her fingers, blue eyes tinged with further desire as she watched Ochako's quivering form. "Had enough, dear?"
"Ahhhh… that was nice." Ochako sighed, as if she'd just completed a satisfying exercise routine. Then her brown eyes cracked open, and a shiver ran through Nemuri at the hungry look inside them. "Now it's my turn."
Before she could react, Nemuri had been pinned to the bed. She felt several things pressed up against her, among them the small vibrator that was previously taped. Leering down at her was an altogether different image from the submissive woman she had been handling before. She was also brandishing one of her vibrating dildos like it was a sword, a somewhat evil smirk on her otherwise angelic face.
"This is gonna be payback for earlier. Get ready ️~"
"Meep…" Nemuri managed before Ochako coated the dildo in lube and, applying it gently but quickly so as to avoid any injury, slid it inside Nemuri's ass. Before Nemuri had time to fully register the situation, Ochako had her knees on either side of her face as her sopping wet pussy was positioned over her mouth.
Grinning, Ochako fingered at her pussy in anticipation, facing forward along with Nemuri. "Let's put that naughty mouth to work, shall we?" And with that, Ochako rested her beautiful ass on Nemuri's face.
Instinctively, Nemuri began licking at Ochako's entrance. Ochako gasped, fingers gripping Nemuri's breasts as the woman's expert tongue got to work. She began grinding her pussy against those sweet lips and chin, eager for more delicious cunnilingus.
Her ass cheeks pressed against Nemuri's eyes, the volume of thick skin and muscles feeling like the touch of God. All the while the vibrators raged against Nemuri's orifices, which spurred her in turn to apply further intensity to her eating out Ochako.
Ochako leaned forwards slightly, concerned her massive ass was cutting off Nemuri's supply of air by blocking her nose. This had the added benefit of intensifying the tongue play, making Ochako pitch forward further onto Nemuri's stomach, kissing at her belly button.
The stimulation finally proved too much for Nemuri, experienced as she may be. The outright assault on all of her senses overwhelmed her with the belly button kissing being the straw that broke the camel's back, and for the first (though far from last) time that evening, she came with a mighty spasm. Ochako felt her shudder, and acquiesced by lifting herself off her mouth to let her catch her breath in full..
Gently pulling out the dildo in Nemuri's ass, Ochako also flipped off the vibrator and tore off the tape which was sticking it to her skin. She looked at Nemuri still trying to catch her breath. "Shoot… maybe we should devise a safe word?"
Nemuri snorted, gazing up at Ochako in awe. "Maybe in the future. Right now my brainpower's just focused on us fucking each other until we see stars."
"Mmm…" Ochako planted a sweet kiss on Nemuri's cum stained face as a reward, before she crawled further forward, head facing Nemuri's recently liberated pussy. "In that case, would you help me out? I didn't quite get off on that. Care to finish the job?"
"With pleasure…" Nemuri purred, eagerly greeting Ochako's pussy once more as the woman bent down to eat at her own core. Her brown bob worked back and forth as she did tricks against Nemuri's tender, sensitive flesh.
Hours passed, as the throes of their passion rang out. The two women kissed, nipped, sucked, and groped at each other like lovers who'd know each other's touch for years instead of a single night. It was about when Ochako had Nemuri's breast lodged into her mouth, eagerly sucking and fingering at her pussy that she felt the familiar pangs at her core telling her the time was coming: Nemuri needed to get a baby now.
Making the woman orgasm again, Ochako hummed as she pressed her massive bosom against Nemuri's own rather large pair. She bit her lip, rubbing her full thickness over her new lover's that highlighted each of their womanly curves.
"That time already…" Nemuri murmured. "You're a great shag, but still: do I wanna be with you for the rest of my life raising a family?"
"A girl like you won't be able to resist," Ochako hummed. She began brushing her nipples against Nemuri's chest, their sensitive buds touching each other. Nemuri's gasps and moans were further fueling Ochako's desire to breed, the pangs in her core growing almost painful. She could sense that Nemuri was ready for her, and she was about to deliver.
"Think about it. You…"
Rub. Their erect nipples touched.
"Me…"
Rub. Their nipples touched again.
"And lesbian love until morning. You can play with my 'puppies' all night long."
"Mmm… you drive a hard bargain, Ochako Uraraka. Big titty lesbian sex forever? Sounds like my kind of deal."
"Be warned: I'm gonna be pumping you up with as many babies as I can get away with~ And your titties are gonna be giant to boot! Up for that as Mrs. Nemuri Uraraka?"
Midnight crawled back a little, her legs spreading apart. She pulled open her pussy lips, inviting Ochako to ravage her core with her own. "Honestly, sounds super fucking hot to me. Now make me your woman…"
Ochako bit her lip, eyes gleaming at the glistening lips of Nemuri's pussy. She grabbed the bottle of oil on the drawer and dribbled some onto her breasts. She began lathering them with the liquid, making sure her boobs were glistening, shiny orbs of fertility. She wanted her and Nemuri's big moment together to be extra satisfying, and what better way than to further emphasize their greatest assets together?
Ochako rubbed at her breasts as she approached, making sure Nemuri understood she was about to experience a soft, marshmallow heaven of big tits. "I'm gonna make your boobs so fucking big, girl…"
"Oooooh, breed me Ochako!" Nemuri began squealing like a schoolgirl, blue eyes sparkling with want. Her glorious black hair was soaked in sweat, legs twitching, her mouth drooling with want. Ochako got onto the bed, prising Nemuri's legs further apart. She pinched at Nemuri's own erect nipple, relishing the way she gasped. With one downward motion, her core met with Nemuri's, and their sweet, sweet friction began.
"Ohhhhh~" Ochako moaned, holding Nemuri's legs to secure a better purchase. She'd put her whole weight into their grinding, her oily breasts now rubbing against Nemuri's own and making them slick with fluid. Their next kiss was like fire, with their bodies coiled together and thick curves pressed tight together. Each enjoying the way their clits rubbed against the other, pure sexual pleasure roiling through their systems.
Their kisses grew sloppy as their grinding became frenetic, each well past the finesse of lovemaking and simply eager to make love to one another, in the rawest, most straightforward form.
Ochako's lips rubbed against Nemuri's, their mouths growing red and swollen. She began pecking at her cheek, her neck, down to her collarbone. The sweet gestures paired with their tribbing made Nemuri throw her head back, allowing Ochako to grab a fistful of her hair as she sucked at Nemuri's jugular and left several marks on her.
Licking below Nemuri's chin, Ochako's hand curled around Nemuri's own. She hoisted the woman up slightly, keeping the pressure in their scissoring on. She felt the welling sensation of Womb Link preparing to "kick", sending her DNA into Nemuri's body to conceive and start the process of giving birth to new life.
"O-Ochako… is this it?" Nemuri was huffing, arms limply trying to hold onto her lover.
"Yes… yes, we're almost there." Wrapping Nemuri into a strong hug, their oiled bodies continued slicking against one another. They rode each other for all they were worth, Ochako hugging Nemuri tight while Nemuri feebly tried to grab onto Ochako, so overwhelmed by the upper limit of sexual ecstasy Ochako had provided for her that she could do little but remain awake.
"You're about to have my baby, Nemuri! Our own baby girl! Are you ready!?"
"Yes, yes!" Nemuri regained her strength, clutching tight at Ochako as their pussies ground together tighter. "Make me your bitch! I want all of your children! I want my titties to grow for your pleasure! For you, all for you!"
They hugged tight, their climax building as Nemuri's eyes streaked with happy tears, overwhelmed by the sheer pleasure lesbian sex could bring. "Yes, yes, yes! Ahhhh, oh my god! YES! YES! YES, OCHAKO, YES, BREED ME! BREED MEEEEEE–AHHHHHHHHHHH~"
At last the two came with a shudder. The kick in Ochako's gut felt as powerful as a horse, the orgasm wiping her mind clear of thought as it did for Nemuri. The two arched back, spasming in ecstasy at their successful union. When it was all over, the two collapsed beside each other as their legs untangled, breathing heavily as they stared up at the ceiling.
Ochako's skin burned. She fumbled at the water on the table, drinking several big gulps before splashing the rest onto herself to cool down. She took in deep gasps of air. The exertion of giving another woman a baby was, clearly, not to be taken lightly.
For some reason, the excitement of the night crashed down on Ochako all at once. Her nerves before the Mighties, during the Mighties, and the physical exhaustion from her time with Nemuri. All of it began piling on her like heavy stones she couldn't shake off. She started chuckling, relief welling up inside her knowing she had just secured her next wife.
"Hey, Nemuri… you've got a kid inside you now! A beautiful baby girl, yours and mine. Gosh, this feeling is never gonna get old! And you're… you're great! God, I can't wait to keep growing those fantastic tits of yours. They're like divine orbs unto themselves, know what I mean? Nemuri? Nemuri…?"
Cracking an eye open, Ochako saw Nemuri had fallen into a quiet sleep. Bubbling affection rose in her at the adorable form of her slumbering girlfriend. Taking care not to wake her, she hugged Nemuri close and let sleep take her as well, an array of sex toys littered around the bed as the two women drifted off into colorful, hazy dreams of each other's touch guiding them to continuous sexual bliss.
"Boooobies…" Izumi sighed contentedly. Surrounded by the sleeping, buxom forms of the other members of the harem, Izumi was just coming down from a night of pleasuring them while Ochako was busy with her newest conquest. Each presented their own challenges, but the number one hero would be quite the fraud if she couldn't muster up the mightiest sex drive the world had ever seen! And having six girls to dote on after securing six Mighty awards in one night sounded like the perfect celebration.
Momo was the only one still awake, glorious tits exposed as her legs were lazily spread wide, for Izumi had just grinded their cores together for an hour after the others had passed out. She sat up as she flipped through her emails to sort through the matters concerning the Yaoyorozu's billion dollar business when she cried out in delight.
"What, what!? All For One!?" Izumi snapped, shaking the sleep that had been gripping her. Momo showed Izumi what was on her phone.
"I just got cleared to use the Yaoyorozu private beach house! It'll be the perfect opportunity to relax and have fun together."
Izumi blinked, reading the contents of the email Momo was showing her. "Ochako… Momo… Tsuyu… everybody… in swimsuits?"
"Yes! I'm so thrilled we can–IZUMI WHAT'S WRONG!?" Momo shouted in alarm as blood spurted from Izumi's nose, who collapsed backward as visions of the girls in bikinis filled her mind, a smile adorning her face like she'd died and gone to heaven.
This and the night of thirsting from all the girls should serve as a reminder: Ochako isn't the only hopeless pervert in the Uraraka household.
YEARS LATER
Nemuri lay sideways on the bed, reading the Kamasutra. Her bulging, pregnant belly stood in stark relief to the satin red bed sheets she lay upon. Her pregnancy signified Ochako's virility, as it was her eighth overall and the fourth child with her main wife, thought it would be far from their last together…
Her curves had also expanded as Ochako had promised, over the years attaining greater sizes that only served to make her all the more desirable. Her heavy breasts spilled out, juicy nipples perky and upright despite their size thanks to Womb Link's effects. Her butt squished delectable against her thighs, prominent buttocks providing pillowy comfort for any with the luck to touch them or rest their heads against her plush cheeks.
Nemuri smirked, years of frequent sexual soirees flashing in her mind's eye. Rumi may have been part rabbit and fucked like one to boot, but Nemuri and the rest of the girls were no slackers either. Any encounter with Ochako away from their daughters in the "adults" section of their grand Uraraka mansion normally ended with Ochako's carnal advances on them; much besides the impregnation, lesbian sex was simply fun. And Ochako made sure to supply much of it!
She was quite taken by the part of the Kamasutra she'd reached when the door creaking open and the telltale clapping of her bosom precipitated Ochako's arrival. Nemuri bit her lips as she peered up at her in her see-through nightgown, Ochako's own belly pregnant with the child she'd knocked her up with in return. It had finally been their turn to copulate, after several "interruptions" had disrupted the normal agreed upon order.
"What's that ya got there?" Ochako mused, climbing onto the bed alongside her. They were careful to avoid pressing down on their stomachs, cognizant of the baby daughters they carried together. "Oooooh, a historic classic!"
"I find it soothes the mind whenever I need to come down from the high of hero work," Nemuri said, setting the book to the side. She tilted Ochako's chin up, sultry blue eyes peering into Ochako's equally hungry brown ones. "Wonder what Itsuka will say if you snag another multidimensional harem before she gets the chance to knock you up? She's been waiting for such a long time…"
"That's not the plan, but I can't deny we may see another interruption with the rate we've been getting them. If that happens, I'll make it up to her."
"Nami and Orihime got to knock you up before I did! I still feel scandalized, you know…"
Ochako giggled. "Well, as you can attest to, they're very demanding women! It was a way of securing partnership… although I had to make it up to you all with extra bouts of orgies showing how much I still love my home dimension wives."
"Well, we very much appreciate it." Nemuri pecked Ochako on the lips. Ochako then made Nemuri lay down on her back before pressing her ear against Nemuri's pregnant torso, eyes closed as she focused on listening.
"Mmm, I can hear our little girl in there." Ochako grinned as she kept listening to the kicks, head resting against Nemuri's stomach. "Fidgety little thing."
"Lemme hear our other girl, babe!" Ochako lay back to let Nemuri have a listen. The older woman's eyes screwed shut in delight. "Eek, I hear her! My, she's got power in those limbs of hers!"
Once she was finished, Ochako pulled her up so they lay face to face on their sides. She grinned wide, holding up a familiar little device. "Remember this?"
Nemuri's eyes widened. "That little vibrator from our first night together! Gosh, we haven't used it in a while."
"Mmm… might be time to employ it again, no?" Ochako's fingers played at Nemuri's thighs, asking silently: "May I enter?" Her other hand caressed, somewhat possessively at her pregnant stomach, hands rubbing over the new life they had created together.
Biting her lip, Nemuri blushed scarlet. "For you? Anything, my dear." She opened up her legs, and Ochako flipped on the vibrator. She brought them close so their pregnant stomachs were touching, making her lover gasp. The two began making out, sultry bodies pressing together best they could atop the crimson bed sheets, another night of furious lovemaking ahead for the both.
Harem List:
Izumi Midoriya
Mitsuki Bakugo
Tsuyu Asui
Himiko Toga
Momo Yaoyorozu
Camie Utsushimi
Rumi Usagiyama
Nemuri Kayama
Imminent Lesbian Awakening List:
Itsuka Kendo
Long time no see!
Been working on this chapter for a while. Wanted Nemuri to be a little kinkier than the other girls, but not too far outside the established comfort zones. This chapter was also about power dynamics. I considered using Nemuri's secondary quirk for the sex scenes, but couldn't come up with anything interesting aside from an aphrodisiac again, and that'd get old. I had an idea for her to use a paralysis agent that left the target conscious unlike her first one, but that got into some uncomfortable areas concerning consent so I kept it at pegging and vibrators.
Next time is a beach chapter, as you might have guessed. With that, part 1 of this fic will be over and I'll move back to some of my (certainly more popular) stories for a bit as I know fans have been waiting a long time for them. Just hold on a little longer! I'm working to get it all out to you! Thank you so much for your patience.
Ochako will have even more girls to save and knock up after the next chapter, so stay tuned. Her lesbian dynasty is starting to take form, slowly but surely. Who else will she fall in love with and knock up in her world of big titty sapphic love?
Until next time, folks!