"- It is said that a man is the head of a woman the way the Lord is the head of a man. As Eve was created to be Adam's companion, born from the first and purest man's bone, it is true thus: A woman's path to Heaven and the Lord's embrace is through her service to Him by holding her husband, or otherwise Master, to the highest honor and serving him with all her being."
"That was a very beautiful and verbose way of asking permission to suck me off, Ibarra."
Ibarra blushed and looked halfway offended, but didn't move from her kneeling position in front of his door as he looked down at her, amused.
"... Well naturally, I was expecting that would lead to intercourse too." She added, clarifying she wasn't only there to give him another blowjob.
"Of course. No girl gets to leave my room walking, I'm sure you know that." He teased, before standing aside to let her come in. Although once she got onto one knee to come in, Izuku put a hand on her head to make her stop. "Oh no, you can stay on your knees."
The wording itself was polite, but his tone was just as firm as his hand. She didn't question or fight back in the slightest, instead returning to both knees and crawling forward instead with her head slightly bowed, positioning herself in front of his bed as Izuku closed and locked the door behind him before coming to sit on the bed.
"Husband? We'll talk, you've got plenty of time to convince me to make you Ibarra Midoriya ." He started, making her tremble and blush harder just from the idea. Just the suggestion was enough to send a delightful spark of excitement through her, and though she was never the romantic type, she'd easily say that her heart fluttered just then. "But in case it doesn't work out, I still have that branding iron I used on Pony… And Tsuyu… And Rumi."
Ibarra's lips got tight as she imagined him taking the branding iron to her ass - Like a kiss from the devil, burning and sinful, marking her lush skin for the rest of her life as a defiled maiden. Or rather, she realized quickly, starting to breathe heavier as her mind raced: It symbolized the purpose of a marriage better than a ring could - Forever and proudly displaying whom she belonged to, for who her entire being was devoted to, like a visible oath of loyalty!
"T'would be an honor, my most beloved Master~" Ibarra instantly offered as if she forgot about the possibility of marriage completely at the possibility of getting branded, kept on a leash, and used as a footstool at all hours she wasn't being used for his pleasure and entertainment (Even though he had never explicitly said that)
"I know it would be." He affirmed. "Being raised as such a devout girl played out so well for you; The moment I came onto you, you were on about serving and pleasing and performing any task for me."
He praised her while rubbing the top of her head like a dog, his thick and callous hands pushing aside the thorns instead of allowing them to break his skin. Then, he stored down the side of her head, smirking as she trembled with pride and delight as his hand scooped up one of her prized vines. "Such a useful girl, with a nice Quirk too. Blackwhip is a blessing to kinky girls like all of you, and Momo's is too, but these? Nice and strong, with all the control I've got, and nice, prickly thorns."
Izuku was praising her and her Quirk, but was only watching her eyes to watch them dilate and glow with joy, almost like a puppy… Or a devout follower getting the praise she desired from her Lord.
"..." Ibarra took it all in stride but with heavier, slow breaths as if holding her anticipation to the end to say her piece.
Smiling, Izuku stroked her hair again. "Ah, but that's right. You didn't come to hear me praise you. Remind me what it was, again?"
"I-I beg of you, I implore you, to take me again, my Lord!"
"Lord? Isn't that a title reserved for-?"
"My Master is my Lord above all others!" She immediately insisted, although where most of his other girls would pounce onto his lap, she put her hands together like she was praying to him. "Oh great, mighty Lord! Man above all men!" Her words flowed thoughtlessly, nothing but pure lust, adoration, and excitement being filtered through her lips to form pleas. "This humble servant offers you her body and soul for eternity!~"
Izuku just sat back for a moment, leaving her in anticipation before smirking and putting his hand under her chin, making her look up. "You really are a useful girl… Although you're a pretty slow one too. How are you going to offer me something that's already mine ? Maybe I do need that branding iron to remind you."
Ibarra let out a small gasp of delight, but was soon silenced as he adjusted his grip and grabbed her by the throat. He stood up and with a casualy flick of his elbow and wrist, tossed her onto the bed so far her face planted in his pillow.
"Ignorant girl, thinking you have say of what your Lord does to his own property." He taunted, already getting over her while moving just enough of his clothing to get his cock free, and flipping up the skirt of Ibarra's nightgown to reveal her bare, wet pussy. He was almost going to praise her for being prepared, but knew it was just what he should be expecting from her.
He raised a hand and let Blackwhip slither out, instantly crawling over her middle to bind her shoulders and biceps to her side, around her ankles to force her legs spread, and around her throat like a leash.
Izuku pressed his cock between her asscheeks and yanked Blackwhip to make her head rear back as she gasped for air. "Go ahead and pray to your Lord, girl. Doing that and being a sex toy are the only things you're worth. Unless you're about to disagree with your Lord?"
"Oh Lord, wh-who art mine true, purest love-!" She instantly started, unable to bow her head, but able to move her hands from the elbows down to hold them in the prayer position. Her eyes were closed as if she were actually praying, but the display in its entirety couldn't be further from it.
"- My life is forever yours, my gratitude and heart belonging to thou-!" Her breathing got heavier and more high-pitched as he pressed his cock against her cunt and began to push in, spreading the holy girl's insides with a raw, sinfully greedy cock who claimed her, time and time again as his property, branding her mind and insides like an iron so she would never find pleasure beneath another man.
He was ruin, corruption, pleasure incarnate, pure might in a man's body, addiction - The worst traits in a man she was raised to avoid, but all the best traits in that he was a powerful, virile, dominant man who knew his place in the world, and knew hers - Firmly beneath him.
Izuku started thrusting, making her entire body seize up with pleasure as he began slamming into her without mercy from the get-go, treating her like one would treat a captive warbride they took as loot for ravaging a kingdom - And in response, her pussy tightened around his cock harder, her grip tightening with her desire to continue being used by her Lord until she proved her worth as a loyal little follower.
Apparently, she got lost in pleasure for too long, because he spanked her as if to remind her to keep praying - Or simply because he decided to, as was his right as her owner. But either way, it set her back on track: "Thus, so long as I live, my entire being will belong to you!~ Thank you, Lord, for your blessings!~"
He took them in stride and showed he accepted her prayers by continuing to fuck Ibarra, slamming the burning, hot, oversized tip of his cock into her pussy, bullying it into submission while she could only twitch and moan and cry with pleasure.
Ibarra kept her hands together in prayer as her body rocked with each thrust, letting out another sharp cry as he thrusted in that no proud and holy woman should've been making. Any functioning part of her mind that wasn't totally overwhelmed with pleasure was just trying to justify what she was doing - That it was only right to surrender herself to such a superior, worthy man, that devoting her life to this man who utterly devoured her instead of finding a God-loving husband was only natural for a woman to do.
She saw herself kneeling and praying before Izuku's throne of another woman's back, punctuating each new prayer to him with another kiss on his toes and feeling over her swollen belly.
Izuku pounded her as if he planned on knocking her up - No mercy, no restraint, refusing to pull back or allow her a moment to breathe, because his enjoyment was more important than whether or not she'd be able to walk straight in the morning.
"O-Oh Goodness!~ M-Master, Lord, Oooh!~" She cried, her eyes going grossed as his grip with Blackwhip tightened even further. "I love you! I praise you! M-My Lord is my King, wh-who I adore above all!~" Ibarra squealed, her excitement mounting as Blackwhip covered her eyes, in her mouth as a binding gag, then around her hands to keep them in position, then all of his tendrils tightened so hard that they would leave marks across her skin.
Izuku began thrusting faster as his cock throbbed, pulling the reigns on her even harder to strain her puny, devoted body he had long since made his plaything and property. "Yes you do, and you're going to for as long as I keep you - And you still will if I throw you away like garbage!"
Ibarra gave a loud, compulsive moan into Blackwhip to agree and promise to follow his will, her own declaration of forever devoting herself to him finally pulling her over the edge of cumming, squeezing her cunt around his cunt a moment before Izuku tugged the reigns again, and slammed his cock into her pussy to begin breeding her, succeeding on the first shot, and overflowing the rest of her deprived, hot, and needy pussy.
He continued to pump her full for about a minute longer, keeping her down to take it like a sow being bred, a holy maiden being filled with her Lord's heir.
Finally, he pulled away, planting his cum-covered dick in between her asscheeks again. "Good girl, serving your Lord and Master… But you have a lot more to prove to secure your place under me for the rest of your life, and even more than that to be my wife."
Ibarra huffed mostly through her nose as he spoke, softly mewling in between breaths yet unable to speak due to Blackwhip still binding her mouth shut. So, she did the only thing she could do, and nodded, shifting onto her knees to raise her ass as if offering a piece of herself as a tribue to her Lord.