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Izuku POV
Monday. Ochaco hadn't returned to the dorms or class. When I spoke to the Principal, they gave me little information.
Without Ochaco's guidance, I put my swordsmanship training on pause. I didn't want to accidentally learn improper techniques and have to unlearn them later. My mornings were spent battling in Elsewhere to grow stronger. The Wild Hunt may not be after me yet, but that could change. Getting stronger couldn't hurt. And lately, I found myself staying over The Crowley more and more. The ease to get to Elsewhere from here made it too convenient to pass up.
As I walked the familiar path, I spotted a woman with short brown hair. Butterflies erupted in my stomach as adrenaline coursed through me. My heart skipped a beat as I called out, "Ochaco!"
She turned, and I saw sadness etched on her face for a fleeting moment before it hardened into a stoic mask. "Give me your hand!" she demanded.
After nearly two weeks apart, this was how she greeted me? Not even a 'hello'? I knew she had reasons to be angry after our last encounter, but her curt attitude stung.
"Well, hello to you, too. How are you? I've been fine..." The bitterness seeped into my voice before I could stop it.
Ignoring my tone, she repeated, "I said give me your Gods-cursed hand, Izuku."
I refused to back down either. "Why did you make Sarah think I assaulted you?"
"Your. Hand," she insisted, and then her eyes widened in realization. "Wait...assaulted? Who would say such a thing?"
"You insisted on swapping Ceremonial Magic partners, then disappeared from class. That thot drew her own conclusion," I explained, unable to keep the edge from my words.
Her frown deepened. "Her conclusion is hers, not mine. Now, give me your hand, Izuku. This is important."
"Why?"
"Please, Izuku. I need to check something. This is important to me. And you, too."
A knot of dread formed in my gut. "Did you tell your father?" I asked carefully.
"Tell him what?"
"About Nimue. And the prophecy. And the Mantle?" I listed off, bracing for the worst. If she ratted me out, I may need to flee the country, at the very least.
Shock flashed across her face, segueing into a frown. "I am upset at you for hiding important things from me, Izuku." She shook her head slowly. "But hardly angry enough to wish you dead, which is what would happen if Father perceives you as a threat to the Throne."
Still not convinced, I pressed, "So what do you want to do with my hand? Try to seal my power so I won't be a threat to your family or something?"
She wouldn't normally do that, would she? But it wasn't uncommon for people to take extreme measures to protect what mattered most, be it family, treasure, or something else.
"As if I could," she scoffed. "I told you, an Evoker Spark is a bonfire. I would have better luck damming the Thames with my bare hands." She shook her head firmly. "My Tutor taught me to trace the spell, if it exists. I need to see if Nimue was actually truthful. Now give me your hand. Please, Izuku."
I held out my right hand, still a bit skeptical. "If it's important to you."
Her expression rapidly cycled through determination, shock, then settled into heartbroken devastation. "I see it. But it is incredibly subtle. Had I not known to look, I would have never caught it."
"What did you find?" I asked, dread pooling in my gut.
"I...I had hoped Nimue spoke falsely. That this was naught but a misunderstanding to be corrected." Her voice trailed off as her eyes remained transfixed on my outstretched hand. "That we could return to how things were before."
"So you think some kind of mind control made you fall for me?" The implications stung, despite the ludicrousness of the idea.
She shook her head slowly. "No, that is not the case. I sought Lord Anton, the tutor who instructed me in Magic. There is no enchantment nor glamour cast upon me."
A tension I hadn't realized I carried melted away as relief washed over me.
"But that's great news, right?" I began hopefully. "It means your feelings for me are real."
Horror flitted across her features. "And what matters that if mine be real?" she asked, bewildered. "Nimue was...is correct. There dwells a spell upon you. I can feel its tendrils reaching out for me. It is that which compels your perceived love." She repeated the words like a mantra. "A lie, all a lie."
"Maybe the spell has its own reasons for making me like you," I said, gently grasping her chin and meeting her gaze. "But I have mine."
Though she seemed unconvinced, desperation edged her tone. "Nimue spoke truly. I am but a plain-faced maiden with a stick-up-the-ass. What man could desire me save for my ties to the Throne?"
"Don't forget she called you a tomboy," I reminded her wryly. Her scowl at the memory proved that slight had struck deepest, ironic for one so proud of her knightly ways.
"Yes, that too," she admitted sourly.
"Well, I happen to like tomboys," I reassured her. "And only the blind could call you plain-faced. You're absolutely stunning."
A faint flush tinted her cheeks. "And the accusation of my...stubbornness?"
"I wouldn't go that far," I said with a slight grin. "You can be strict, sure, but it speaks more to your strength of character than anything. Though I certainly won't complain if you relax a bit more going forward."
"But the spell..." She remained fixated on that, worry furrowing her brow.
I couldn't blame her; learning the object of your affections only reciprocated due to magical machinations would devastate anyone. But that simply wasn't the case here.
"I don't care about some stupid spell. I fell for you completely of my own free will," I stated firmly.
Skepticism clouded her features. "How can you be so certain? Perhaps it merely bends your senses to perceiving me as fair. What if, once the enchantment fades, you find only hatred for me in its wake?"
"Doubtful. I'm no Fuminori, and you're hardly Saya. Trust me, I'd be the first to recognize if my perceptions were that warped." I'm the one who brought up the comparison, but I can't help but shudder at the prospect.
She blinked in confusion. "Who are these people?"
"Just characters from an old novel," I dismissed with a wave. "The point is, that's not our situation here. Hell, most of our male classmates have a thing for you too, spell or no spell."
She seemed taken aback by that revelation, rendered momentarily speechless.
"They just have good taste is all," I continued with a smirk. "This isn't some spell messing with my eyes. You're gorgeous, Ochaco - any man would want you. But I'm the one who intends to keep you."
"Izuku..." She began hesitantly. "My family..."
"There's nothing you can say that will make me walk away," I stated, brooking no argument. "Now come on, we'll be late for class if we linger. But first..."
"What are you-Hmmp" Stepping forward and leaning down, I pulled her into a tender but passionate kiss, putting actions to my reassuring words. For that fleeting moment, I hoped to chase away any lingering doubts about the authenticity of my love.
"I've missed you, Ochaco. More than words can express. Don't abandon me like that again," I told her, drinking in her presence.
"Are you crazy? Someone could see us!" She glanced around nervously, checking for onlookers.
"Let them. There's nothing we can't handle together." I squeezed her hand reassuringly.
"My Father would have a heart attack if he knew," she fretted.
I shrugged. "Your father already has plenty of reasons to want me dead. He just doesn't know it yet. But if you really want me to stop..." I trailed off meaningfully. "Just tell me you don't want this."
Several charged seconds ticked by as she remained silent, eventually leaning her head against my chest - answer enough.
"See?" A grin tugged at my lips.
This time, she initiated the kiss, a soft moan escaping as she pressed herself flush against me. For that singular moment, time seemed to still, attuned only to the thrumming of her heart against mine.
"Hi Izuku. Ochaco. I see the rumors of your breakup are...overstated?"
Nana's unexpected arrival startled Ochaco, who whipped around with wide, panicked eyes. "Nana! Oh Gods! What did you see?"
"Nothing I'm sure she hasn't seen before," I reassured Ochaco with a wry chuckle.
"Aye, but Izuku, try to be a bit more careful, yeah?" Nana warned. "The Court ain't like us folk. Shit could get real messy, real fast."
"Pick the meanest-looking guy in the pub..." I began wryly.
"And kick 'im square in the balls," she finished with a snort. "Aye, I know that dance well enough. Most don't start off aiming for demigods though. Can't fault your ambition."
"Did anyone else see us?" I asked, only partially joking.
"Nah, I kept a lookout. Though I was starting to wonder when you two'd come up for air." Nana smirked. "A lovers' quarrel mended, I take it?"
"Something like that," I replied as we made our way to the DGN1 classroom, Ochaco still flushed and dazed.
As we walked, I noticed Nana seemed in unusually high spirits for someone about to face Ceremonial Magic class with Sarah. Curiously, I asked about her buoyant mood.
"Aye, well...I just got some good family news. Cheered me right the fuck up," she said with a rakish grin. "Not even that bitch Sarah can spoil my day now."
Good for her, I supposed. As for me, having reconciled with Ochaco, nothing could possibly go wrong.
In DGN1
"Welcome to yet another Ceremonial Magic class. Surprisingly enough, everyone is present. For once," Sarah announced as we filed in.
"Morning, Prof," I greeted, taking a seat between Ochaco and Nana.
Sarah fixed me with a pointed look. "Mister Midoriya, I know you cling to the hope that if you simply keep avoiding the written assignment, I'll forget about it. I assure you, that's a flawed assumption."
I shrugged nonchalantly. "Welp."
"Let me be clear: you will not graduate this course without submitting it. I've discussed this with the Principal. Have I made myself understood?" She arched an expectant brow.
I nodded, mind on more pressing matters than homework. "Good. I shall assume this issue is now resolved," she stated crisply.
"Miss Sarah, I have something I'd like to ask you," I began.
"What is it?"
"There was some miscommunication last week. Ochaco and I had no plans to switch partner assignments," I explained.
"Is that so?" Sarah's gaze shifted to Ochaco. "That seems quite different from what I heard previously, Miss Pendragon. Are you certain you aren't being...pressured? I'm aware of your resources, but any coercion happening here..."
"Not at all, Professor," Ochaco assured her. "It was simply a misunderstanding between us. I was wrong to disrupt the group dynamics over such a trifling matter. I ask forgiveness."
Seemingly satisfied, Sarah nodded. "Well said. No apology needed then - we'll revert to the original pairings."
"Thank you, Miss Sarah," I said gratefully.
"With that settled, let's examine the role of voice control in ceremonial rituals..." As the lesson commenced, I felt an odd sense of increasing charisma.
After dismissing the class with our next assignment, Sarah pulled me aside. "Izuku, would you mind staying a moment? I have a few clarifications."
"Sure," I agreed easily.
"Something happened around ten days ago," Sarah began, eyes narrowed. "I don't know what, exactly, but I despise being kept in the dark."
Playing dumb, I feigned confusion. "What happened, Miss Sarah?"
Her expression hardened. "Don't play coy with me. An immensely powerful Confluence occurred, stronger than anything I've sensed before. And immediately after, the future Queen abandons her Evoker beau? You were at the heart of it."
Her frustration was palpable, but I felt no compulsion to satisfy her curiosity. "I have no idea, Miss Sarah. I had a few drinks and went to bed early. You know how bad we Evokers are at sensing that kinda stuff."
Sarah remained skeptical, staring me down for several tense seconds. Finally, unable to detect any deception, she relented with a huff. "Have it your way, then. But I will find out what happened. Eventually."
'Sure you will,' I thought inwardly, keeping my tone light. "Find out what, Miss Sarah?"
She scoffed at my faux-innocence. "Anyway, I'm glad you and the Princess reconciled for this assignment. It wouldn't have been nearly as...entertaining...to pair you with Mina instead." Her eyes glinted. "Do enjoy yourselves."
Well, that didn't sound ominous at all. Offering my thanks, I turned and headed upstairs, quickly putting Sarah's veiled threats out of mind. I had more important things to focus on now.
After school at the Crowley
After school, Ochaco and I made our way to Crowley's, aiming to knock out the homework early if possible. More importantly, it was a chance to recapture our previous casual intimacy.
"So, we are back here once again, Dear Knight. It feels a lifetime has passed since our last visit," Ochaco mused.
"It really does," I agreed. "Though hopefully this time you won't completely freak out on me?"
She arched an inquisitive brow. "You refer to that time I uncovered a sixteen-hundred-year-old conspiracy aimed at letting my lover steal my throne?"
While her tone held a teasing lilt, I could tell the wound was still fresh. Best to reassure her. "It's your father's throne, not yours," I gently corrected. "Anyway, I just mean don't automatically assume I have ill intentions. I really don't."
"And how can I be certain of that?" she challenged.
Looking into her eyes, I spoke from the heart. "Because there's nothing I wouldn't give for you, Ochaco. We will be together, in this world and the next. I love you."
She seemed taken aback by my earnest declaration. "Love? Are you truly certain of that? Or is it merely what all boys in this realm say to maidens in hopes of disrobing them?"
"Yes?" I answered simply with a shrug.
Ochaco blinked. "Yes...to which part of my query?"
A smirk played across my lips. "All of it. Yes, I love you wholeheartedly. Yes, I'm utterly certain of my feelings. And yes," I added impishly, "admitting our 'love' is a time-honored tactic for getting girls out of their clothes."
I couldn't resist adding with a wink, "Though in this case, simply mentioning our 'homework' also seems to do the trick."
"Are you so certain this will involve nudity again? What was last week's homework?"
"You haven't done it yet? Maybe we could do it together." I paused then asked, "Just out of curiosity, do you know how to do a handstand? I mean without the use of your quirk?"
"Why are you asking?" she questioned.
"No, nothing. Nothing at all," I deflected. "Anyway, I guess I've done it with Mina already, so too late. Though I'd be more than happy to help you complete your half of it," I plainly told her.
Her face then turned severe as she asked with cold fury in her eyes, "What. Did. You. DO. With. Mina?"
"That's a rather fierce look," I observed.
"My boyfriend is doing sexual homework with a Ceremonial Mage, and I am supposed to just be okay with that?!" she demanded.
"Well, next time, don't leave me lying around like lost luggage, waiting for another girl to pick me up."
She glared at me, deep jealousy obvious in her eyes. I guess I better clear this up now before anybody gets in trouble.
"Oh, don't look at me like that. Nothing happened. Well, I didn't touch her. She never intended to complete the assignment anyway," I told her.
"I'll take your word for now. But we'll discuss this later. Today, let's focus on our assignment," she stated firmly.
"After you, my lady," I gestured to the staircase.
"Ever the gentleman," she flirted, her speech matching mine once again.
"As a bonus, I get to watch your ass when you're walking up the stairs."
We both entered the room where I sometimes spend the night.
"Shall we uncover Sarah's latest scheme?" she inquired.
"Sure. You take the lead this time," I said, passing her the letter.
"Let's see.
"Let's see... 'Giving and receiving pleasure lies at the core of Ceremonial Magic. For today's task, you'll guide your partner to climax,'" she read aloud.
"Looks like we're already ahead of the curve," I remarked.
"Indeed," she chuckled.
"What's the attire this time?" I inquired.
"Same as last time, bathed in moonlight. And no, that still doesn't mean we're taking it outside," she said, quickly dismissing the notion.
Seems like there's a misunderstanding here. I'm not into exhibitionism.
"Okay then, let's get undressed," I suggested.
"I do not know if I will ever get used to this," she murmured as she removed her shirt, revealing flawless skin. Her gentle curves concealed the toned muscles she'd honed during her training.
"Oh, it'll be fine. Don't stop," I assured her, unable to contain my smirk at the sight before me. It had been too long.
She unhooked her bra, revealing her wonderful twin mounds with pink areola, and asked, "Are you not going to undress too?"
"I'm just enjoying the view, it's been a while. And can I just say, I appreciate you taking the lead with the bra? It suits you," I complimented her.
She proceeded to shimmy out of her pants, leaving only her panties, and remarked, "I remember, yes. Are you planning to wait until I'm completely naked before you get dressed?"
"Yes, why not? I'm not going to miss a moment," I replied.
"But you've seen me naked before," she pointed out.
"Some things are always a delight," I confessed, my gaze fixed on her. "And there's a unique pleasure in watching you undress for me."
Her skin glowed softly under the candlelight as she slowly stripped off her underwear. She smiled at me when she was done, looking ready to begin.
"How did I get such a perverted boyfriend?" she teased as she slowly took off her panties and laid it on the bed along with her other articles of clothing.
"You're just lucky, I guess," I told her.
"The spectacle is over. Now it's your turn," she declared, turning towards me.
"I don't see you averting your gaze," I teased. Last time I tried that, she quickly looked away, but now she continued to stare.
"Turnabout is fair play. Perhaps your habits are rubbing off on me?" she suggested.
"Now there's a pleasant thought. And rubbing off while thinking of you. But that may be TMI," I smirked.
"I almost dread to ask what that means," she remarked.
"I'd be delighted to demonstrate later," I assured her.
"Like last time, I assume," she said, raising an eyebrow. "If you lie down, I'll help you with your little predicament."
"It's hardly little," I retorted.
"Really? I don't have much to compare it to," she said before correcting herself, "Lie down, and I'll help you with your big predicament."
"First, it's my turn," I reminded her.
She cocked her head to the side, a finger pressed against her cheek. "Is that not what I've been saying?"
Okay, she clearly missed the point. "No, I meant it's my turn to give you pleasure. Give and take, as the assignment said."
"Izuku..." she looked at me with uncertainty.
"Yes?" I prompted.
"This is a terrible idea. I must remain a virgin until marriage. Our relationship is already a defiance against my Father, but there are boundaries I cannot cross," she confessed.
Right.
"Don't worry. I'll respect your boundaries," I reassured her. "But the assignment involves giving and receiving pleasure. If you wanted to cheat, you could have done so while we were still clothed," I pointed out.
"I did take pleasure in giving you... what did you call it? A handjob? There was something captivating about seeing your reaction as you orgasmed, knowing I caused it. For you," she admitted, her cheeks red as a tomato.
"Trust me. Can you do that, Ochaco?" I asked, offering reassurance once more. "I would never do anything to harm you."
"I... I... yes. Yes, I'll trust you. I should have trusted you over Nimue. What should I do?" she inquired.
"Just lie down on the bed," I instructed.
"On the bed!? Izuku!"
"Don't worry, your virginity is safe," I assured her, letting the information sink in. When she remained silent, I continued, "Your chastity, however, might be in jeopardy. Now, please, lie down for me."
LIME WARNING
She complied with my request, settling her head on the pillow. "I... I'll trust you," she murmured.
Positioning myself over her, I had a close-up view of her usually sleek hair now tousled on the bed, giving her an enticingly disheveled appearance. It might just be me, but I found it incredibly sexy.
I began with a kiss on her lips, starting gently and gradually intensifying. Exploring her mouth with my tongue, I elicited soft moans from her.
"Mmmhmmmm~~! This feels so different from our usual kisses," she remarked, wrapping her hands around my neck, fingers tangling in my hair.
"Just relax," I encouraged her. "You'll enjoy this. I promise."
"I will try..." she replied as we parted our lips.
Moving on, I kissed her ear, her cute elven ear flushing pink along with the rest of her face. Up close, I caught a whiff of her fresh scent, laced with lavender and floral notes from her shampoo.
"Oh~ Gods~!" she exclaimed in a high-pitched, excited tone, confirming her enjoyment.
I teased the tip of her ear, discovering its exquisite sensitivity, a delightful revelation for future encounters. The way it flaps around is adorable too. I've never seen it like that. Nibbling and licking gently, I maximized her pleasure before switching my focus to her cheekbone, tracing a path from her earlobe down. Our gazes locked, and for a moment, I was captivated by the brilliance in her auburn eyes, brighter than any star, before it faded away as she surrendered to my kisses.
Once more, I savored the taste of her lips, feeling her eager breath against mine as we parted. Her face was flushed, a sexy expression lingering on her features.
I shifted my focus to her collarbone, eliciting a soft shudder from her as her breath quickened. Tracing a path from her collarbone to the base of her throat, I could feel the stiffness of her nipples against my chest, her heartbeat reverberating through me. Planting a kiss in the center of her chest, I noticed the mix of hope and concern in her expression. Continuing with a series of kisses, I eventually reached her exquisite mounds, my head coming to rest on her chest, where I could hear the rapid rhythm of her heart. A faint sheen of sweat glistened on her skin, and on impulse, I sampled it with my tongue, surprising her and eliciting a moan as she lifted her lower body slightly.
'Someone's feeling eager,' I thought, as I massaged her enticing curves. But there was no need to rush. Enclosing one of her nipples with my mouth, her fingers dug into my thigh.
"Sensitive, aren't they? Do you like it?" I teased, playing with her nipples with my tongue. She remained silent so I let my hand onto her other nipple, gently squeezing it. "I'm not hearing an answer," I continued teasing her nipples. Alternating between licking while running circles around it, and sucking with my mouth that, at times enough to lift her breasts, and twirling and squeezing them with my right hand. Based on her reactions and how warm her skin is, I wouldn't be surprised if she climaxed just like this. But that would be premature, so I released her nipple from my mouth, leaving it glistening with saliva, though my hand remained in place for a bit.
"Do you like this? Or should I do something else?" I continued to tease.
"Yes. I mean, no. Keep going," she replied, her breathless voice filled with desire.
Tracing kisses down her stomach, I made my way tantalizingly close to her hips, heightening the anticipation between us. Just as I was about to delve into her most intimate depths, I veered slightly to the side, teasing her with every move. Lifting her legs, I reveled in the exclusive view of her most secret place, an exquisite sight that stirred a primal hunger within me. The glistening moisture of her arousal only fueled my desire.
Running my finger along her smooth inner thigh, I teased back and forth, teasingly close to her throbbing clit before pulling away, savoring her reaction. Watching the glazed desire in her eyes, I trailed my finger downwards to the delicate pink of her sphincter, which opened and contracted in response to my touch. Gently caressing the edges of her buttocks, I savored the sensation of her soft skin beneath my fingertips.
"Izuku...?" she called out, her voice a mixture of confusion and longing, not yet fully comprehending the depths of pleasure I intended to take her to.
"I think we can save this for another time, don't you agree, Ochaco?" I whispered, my voice a husky murmur laden with promise.
"I... I do not understand. Why are you touching me... there?" she asked, her innocence only serving to ignite the fire burning within me. With deliberate care, I began to caress her sensitive clit with my fingers, feeling her arousal build with each stroke. Her moans grew more urgent as I explored her slick folds, the intoxicating scent of her desire filling the air.
"Hmmm... that feels incredible. Please, don't stop," she pleaded, her voice a breathy whisper that only fueled my desire further. With a wicked grin, I continued to tease her throbbing clit, reveling in the way her body responded to my touch.
"Oh... Gods, please... Izuku!" she cried out, her words a desperate plea for more as I pushed her ever closer to the edge of ecstasy.
Responding to her primal need, I quickened my pace, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. Her hips pressed against my hand, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she surrendered herself to the blissful sensation washing over her.
"That feels...strange. Nice. Keep going," she said, her voice a mixture of surprise and pleasure. Encouraged by her words, I kissed my way down until my lips hovered over her throbbing clitoris. Gently parting her delicate folds, I exposed her swollen bud to the warm air, a tantalizing sight that made my mouth water with anticipation. With a purposeful motion, I enveloped her clit with my lips, tasting the salty sweetness of her desire. A slight suction caused her hips to lift from the bed, her body reacting as if electrified by the sensations coursing through her.
I continued to suckle her, occasionally flicking my tongue across her clit from one side to the other, but never releasing it from my lips. Ochaco's noises grew more urgent, her hips bucking uncontrollably as waves of pleasure crashed over her. I could feel her shuddering breaths deep in her stomach, her thighs pressing against my head as she surrendered herself completely to the pleasure I was giving her. With each passing moment, her arousal intensified, driving her closer to the edge of ecstasy.
I quickened my pace, determined to take her over the edge and into the blissful oblivion she craved. Her urgent cries filled the air, echoing off the walls as I brought her to the pinnacle of pleasure. With one final surge of intensity, she climaxed, her body convulsing in ecstasy as she reached the peak of her pleasure.
After a moment, I decided it was enough for now. Despite her obvious enjoyment, I could sense that she wasn't quite accustomed to such intense stimulation, and the sensitivity of her body made it clear that she needed a moment to recover. Plus, the ache of my own desire was becoming almost unbearable, my arousal reaching a fever pitch that demanded release. That had been almost too much fun, and I couldn't wait to continue exploring every inch of her until she was begging for more.
"Oh god... Izuku... that was... wonderful. I never imagined... I feel so weak, I can barely move," she confessed, her voice trembling with satisfaction.
"Well, that does leave me with a big problem," I remarked with a smirk.
"What?" Her confusion was evident until she realized her thighs were still tightly wrapped around me. "Oh... yeah... just let me catch my breath. My body is still trembling," she said, finally relaxing her legs and freeing me from her embrace. It was the best kind of imprisonment: Snu Snu/10. But I needed to take care of this arousal.
"Just relax. Let me show you what I meant about rubbing off on you," I told her, after a few seconds, she was able to move her legs and let me free. Best prison ever: Snu Snu/10. But I'll need to take care of this.
Positioning myself so that my throbbing member was just inches away from her face, I began to stroke myself. Her gaze was fixed on my movements, curiosity evident in her eyes.
"What do you usually think about when you pleasure yourself like that?" she inquired.
"Depends. But right now, I'm thinking of you. Your moans as you reached climax. The softness of your breasts in my hands. The taste of your essence. The scent of your arousal. How utterly beautiful you looked lying there," I confessed, bringing myself closer to the edge as I recalled our encounter just moments ago.
"You make it sound... quite erotic," she remarked, her voice filled with a mixture of surprise and intrigue.
"Very much so. I assure you, it won't be the last time I fantasize about that memory," I assured her.
"That makes me feel... special. I worry I may not be quite normal," she admitted.
"Nonsense. It's perfectly normal for lovers to find pleasure in each other's memories," I reassured her.
"So...we are...lovers...now?" she asked tentatively.
"Oh yes. I promised to protect your virginity, not your chastity," I reminded her with a playful grin.
"I have enjoyed this so very much. Though I worry it makes me the worst virgin ever," she confessed.
"Oh, we still have two other holes before we get there," I told her, already planning for the future, also moving me closer to the edge.
"What do you mean?" she asked, puzzled.
"Nothing at all...By the way, could you do something for me?" I requested.
"What?"
"Could you give it a kiss?" I asked, my desire evident.
She seemed taken aback. "Give what a kiss?"
"It. You know. My...dick," I clarified, a hint of mischief in my voice.
"You want me to give you a blowjob?" she asked, surprised. "I'm sorry, Izuku, but I'm completely exhausted. And I'm not sure if I'm ready for that just yet," she declined.
"No, not a blowjob. Just a kiss. A peck on the head, and tell it that it's done a great job," I explained.
"Perhaps it has. After everything you've done for me...and to me..." she moaned softly as she relived the memory.
"Oh yes..." I echoed, feeling myself nearing my peak.
"You've been a very naughty dick. Filling my thoughts and dreams with all sorts of... lewd fantasies. But I still love you," she said, giving a lingering kiss to the tip of my cock. As she pulled away, her tongue darted out, giving the glans a teasing lick. She looked up at me with a mischievous glint in her eyes.
"Like that...My Knight?" she asked.
"Yes...just like that. Can I release on your breasts?" I asked eagerly.
"Like last time? Of course, My Knight," she agreed without hesitation.
"Thank you. I adore your breasts. They're perfect," I complimented her.
"You seem almost ready to climax," she observed.
"Yes, I'm almost there," I confirmed.
"Then...release all over my breasts, my dearest Knight. Release for me," she urged.
"Oh, god," I murmured as I surrendered to the ecstasy, releasing my essence onto her perfect breasts.
LIME END
"Well, that made a mess," she said with a giggle. "I shall require a shower. Hopefully my legs will carry me by now, though I still feel quite jittery. Never have I felt anything like that."
"There's a spare towel by the bed," I said casually. "Do you want to shower together?" I asked mischievously.
"I think we have both indulged in enough temptation for today. However, I would not be opposed to such an activity someday," she replied, her tone more formal.
"I'll look forward to it," I told her, feeling hopeful.
She made her way to the bathroom with the towel. 'That girl's something else,' I thought.
"Man, this is the best homework ever," I muttered with a grin. "I'll just have to wait for Ochaco. Too bad she took all her dress. I'd have loved to see her getting dressed."
After several minutes, she walked out of the bathroom, all cleaned up. "I have returned, Dearest Knight. Please forgive my delay," she said formally.
"It's all right. Do you want me to walk you back to the dorms?" I asked.
She tilted her head, unsure of my meaning, "My Knight, are you saying you're sleeping here?"
"Yeah. At least for now. It's much more convenient to stay here and enter Elsewhere to train anyway. Besides, this way I can work late without worrying about the curfew," I told her nonchalantly.
"I...understand," she said, deep in thought.
"So...would you want me to walk you to the dorms?"
She then shook her head and cupped my cheek, "Nay. A solitary stroll shall help clear my mind. I fear I tread a path towards catastrophe. Yet I am loath, or unable, to halt my steps."
"I love you. We will do this. Together," I declared to her simply.
"Indeed. Together we shall persevere," she said as she hugged me tight and grasped my hand.
"I'll see you tomorrow," I said, giving her a kiss on her forehead.
I watched as Ochaco descended the stairs and exited the building. As the door closed behind her, I let out a contented sigh and flopped back down on the bed. "What a day," I said out loud to the empty room with a goofy grin plastered on my face.
My mind replayed the intense experiences we had shared just hours earlier.
"I really do love her," I muttered, gazing up at the ceiling. The reality of those words washed over me with a mix of elation and nervousness about what the future held.
I knew Ochaco had her reservations and concerns. But her willingness to keep moving forward, even if hesitantly, gave me hope that she felt the same way.
"Together," I repeated her parting words out loud. "Yeah, whatever comes next, we'll face it together."
With that reassuring thought, I felt my eyes growing heavy. Before I knew it, I had drifted off to sleep, dreaming about the girl who had well and truly captured my heart.
Thanks for reading this chapter! Please do tell if you have questions or feedback.
The main couple's back together, but they're not out of the woods just yet. There are forces pushing and pulling their lives behind the scenes and the relationship will need to go through trial by fire if they are to be who they need to be. And would you just look at that?
Next up: Chosen Sorceress
A bit tentative if it'll be split between two chapters or not, considering its size. Or perhaps I'll just trim it. Anyway, it should come out relatively soon.