Disclaimer: This is an open door smut chapter, including euphemisms and some crude language. Read at your own discretion.

For the first time, Izuku understood what the phrase 'time slipped like sand' meant.

Because this could not have been the end of the date.

At six a.m., both Izuku and Kamiko had an early breakfast before heading to Ueno Park for the cherry blossom festival.

They had spent the morning there, the afternoon there, and the evening there. Walking under the pink flowers, observing all species of birds, travelling from one museum exhibit to the next. When the clock had struck six p.m., neither knew.

And yet, neither wanted to part ways just yet.

Izuku decided to walk all the way to Kamiko's home on the pretense of not having to deal with rude drivers and poor service. While not entirely untrue, he just wanted to spend more time with her. After all, it was her invitation to go to the festival. From the corner of his eye, he watched Kamiko adjust the strap of her black tote bag intermittently.

"Would you like me to hold your bag?" he asked, offering his hand out. "You've been fidgeting with it. Is it heavy?"

Kamiko immediately shook her head. "No. It's okay. Just the weight of a lot of souvenirs from today."

"Are you sure?"

"Totally. Actually …" Kamiko glanced around, suddenly appearing sheepish. But as quickly as the embarrassment shown, it vanished. Izuku almost believed that he imagined it. "I've been having a lot of fun with you today. I don't want to part ways just yet. Would you like to stay at a hotel tonight?"

Though the request surprised him, he considered it. It was not the first time he and Kamiko spent the night together. More than once, he had slept in Kamiko's room. Perhaps this was going to be just like that, except different setting, different location. Besides, who was he to deny his girlfriend's wishes, especially when he was looking for any excuse to stay with her. "Sure. But we'll have to look for some mutant-friendly places first." And he began to pull out his phone.

Kamiko reached over and put her hand on his wrist, stopping his movement. "Truth be told, I've done some research of my own and found a few. In fact, one of them is in this area. Follow me."

Wonderful! That spared them the entire hassle of avoiding racist accommodations. Without a question, Izuku followed down the street and around the corner. Soon, a large establishment appeared. Several stories, a magnificent fountain in the front, huge covered parking lot structure, and the establishment's name in large, elegant script. The hotel seemed a bit high-end, but nothing about it came off as suspicious to Izuku.

Inside, it was no less different. Grand reception area with a massive casino just past the entrance and directions to an outdoor swimming pool. The place seemed decent enough.

Although, it would be the staff's attitude that was really going to cement Izuku's opinion of the place.

Kamiko held his hand before striding to the reception desk. There, a man with smoothly gelled hair wearing the hotel's blazer, shirt, and trousers looked up from his computer when their shadow fell across her. Izuku noticed small, blue peacock feathers across his brow, nose, and neck. They covered the dorsal surface of his fingers. Even the mouth was a peacock beak. He was a mutant, too. "Good evening," he greeted with a polite smile. "How can I help you?"

Kamiko replied first. "We would like to rent a room for the night."

"Great! What kind would you like? We have singles, doubles, and triples. But we also have deluxe rooms and suites."

Izuku spoke this time. "Do your rooms require prior reservation?"

"No, we do not do reservations." The receptionist checked his monitor for a few seconds before adding, "Currently, we have twelve singles, ten doubles, five triples, two deluxes, and one suite available. Which one would you like?"

"We'll take the suite," Kamiko said without any hesitation that it took Izuku aback.

"All right! Please show me your identification. And for payment … cash or credit card?"

Izuku practically read Kamiko's mind: she was going to pay the room all by herself. That was not acceptable. She had planned this outing down to every last detail. The least he could do was contribute into this final event on their agenda for today. "We'll split the cost." And without waiting for Kamiko's protests, he pulled out his wallet and passed the receptionist his credit card with his driver's license. He observed Kamiko's cheeks flush red before she pulled out two stacks of notes from her bag and gave them. Then she provided her passport card.

Izuku's brow furrowed at the action. Where did she get all that cash from? But he chose not to inquire anything about it. At least, not now.

The receptionist processed the card and cash, before passing both of them a receipt and its copy. For the identification, he simply looked at the details before returning the cards. Then he set something else on the counter: a non-disclosure agreement. He explained, "We ensure strict confidentiality of all our patrons. And in return, we expect you to enjoy your stay as much as possible without damaging any of our facilities. Otherwise, we will hold you liable for charges." Now Izuku's suspicions were starting to rise. The cash. This agreement. Why had not the receptionist taken a photocopy of their identity proofs? Most hotels did so. Yet Kamiko seemed all too comfortable with the situation. She grabbed the pen and signed off the paper. Then she handed the pen to Izuku. Still wary, he included a fake signature and then took a picture of the agreement. He would study it later. And the transaction entry that would appear on his private credit card statement tomorrow morning.

After taking the document, the receptionist handed them two room cards and bid them good night. "Check-out time is up to you. Please call our staff to return your room cards." Again, Izuku's internal sirens rang. No hotel held check-out at the guest's leisure. At least, none that Izuku knew of. Also, which hotel made the personnel directly go to the room to retrieve cards?

This place was a shady establishment. Just where had Kamiko brought him? Were they going to be okay?

Well, as questionable as the institution was, the room was spectacular.

Very spacious and all the basic amenities but of the highest quality. In-built ceiling LED lights, crisscross wood tiled walls with maroon accents, dark marble flooring and roof, and-

Was that a mirror on the ceiling?

Izuku craned his head down to properly look above. Indeed, the item was a mirror. A big one. And it was directly above the bed. Now things were getting weirder. The bed was circular, matching the size and shape of the mirror perfectly. Red pillows, cream covers, black coverlet with red and cream trimming. The headrest seemed sturdier than usual, too. The color of the rug beneath the bed was no surprise, either. As expected, red.

He was sensing a clear theme to this place.

At the foot of the bed was a black leather sofa, with the same scarlet pillows. Directly in front of the sofa was a table with a bottle of red wine and two wine glasses. A TV remote and AC/heater remote sat beside the glasses, along with a menu book. Izuku went over to the table to open the book when his gaze landed ahead.

What he saw made his stomach jump to his throat.

The barrier separating the room from the bathroom was made of clear glass. Just from the outside, he could see a Jacuzzi bathtub and a separate shower with opaque glass doors. This area also had the same aesthetic as the rest of the bedroom.

He was about to mention all his observations to Kamiko when he noticed she had taken off her coat and boots. She set the tote bag on a coat hook. Already donning the bathroom slippers, she said, "Do you mind if I take a shower first?" All words died in the back of his mouth. In fact, he wondered if his jaw fell open from the shock. Kamiko was willing to enter a bathroom where there was no privacy?! "S-s-s-sure! G-go a-a-ahead!" Izuku had no idea what had overtaken Kamiko, yet he did not have the guts to ask. Like a dumbass, he simply watched Kamiko enter the bathroom.

Turning around resolutely, he listened to the door lock. Keeping his back to the bathroom, Izuku reached for the menu book again. The first sentence instantly made the back of his hairs stand up. All room service is dropped off in the hallway. We will ring the doorbell when your meal has arrived. Please pick up after one minute.

Okay, there was something definitely wrong with this place.

Determined to find valid evidence, Izuku began scouring every drawer and cabinet in the room. On one wall, he found a jasmine-scented oil diffuser plugged into the outlet. That explained the smell. In the closet, there were lots of towels. One thing he found particularly disturbing was the lack of windows. Not a single one besides a frosted glass pane facing the hotel lobby. A latch and buzzer were attached to it, along with a small shelf supporting the window. Izuku figured this was the mechanism by which customers could contact employees and vice versa. Eventually, he reached the nightstands. One of them stored purple packages depicting a headless man in boxers, showing off his abs.

Then he read the name of the item.

Suddenly, everything clicked.

This was no ordinary hotel; it was a love hotel.

Oh, I'm a fucking idiot.

The receptionist's behavior, quick checking of the IDs, cash stacks, non-disclosure agreement, check-out luxury. The decor, ceiling mirror, clear partition between bedroom and bathroom. The fragrance, singular translucent window, boxes in the nightstands. This place was designed for lovers to have sex in private. The box he was holding in his hands … those were condoms, available in different sizes. Dashing toward the other nightstand, it held vibrators, dildos, and other sex toys.

Then Izuku did something that left no room for doubt in his mind: he looked toward the bathroom.

Through the opaque glass doors of the shower, Kamiko's silhouette appeared as stark as darkness against light. Her shadow appeared as a medium gray amongst the backdrop of cream and black. Steam rose from the shower, condensing against the doors before trailing down. Kamiko lathered soap across her body, and Izuku's eyes traced the movements. First down the arms. Then up toward the neck. She arched her head back, letting her hands roam up the slope of her throat slowly. Sensually. Izuku wanted to divert his gaze. This was inappropriate. He should not have been peering at Kamiko's personal routine so intently. But he could not look away. Would not look away. Instead, he became transfixed as she continued the motions.

Kamiko dragged her palms down her chest, lingering on her breasts for a long time. She played with them. Cupping them, rubbing them, tweaking the nipples. She had beautiful breasts. Izuku felt like he was watching a performance that was designed just for him. A moment later, he realized that was exactly what was happening.

Kamiko had planned this. For a while. Everything from researching the hotel to the cash to the shower. She had not been blushing because he offered to hold her bag or pay a portion of the bill. Rather, she had been flustered in anticipation of what was to come. There was no doubt she knew that he was watching her. She wanted him to watch her.

Inhibitions forgotten, Izuku sat on the sofa and enjoyed the scene in front of him. If Kamiko wanted to look like an absolute bombshell to him, then he was all too willing to oblige. He crossed his arms behind his head and kicked off his shoes. Grinning lazily, Izuku silently wished for Kamiko to take all the time in the world. He was quite enjoying the show.

She rubbed her sternum one more time before slipping down to her stomach. Propping one leg up on a ledge he supposed was inside the shower, she ran her hands up and down the length. Then the other. Those long legs. That round ass. Damn, she had a sexy body. So gorgeous that when he saw her slide a hand in between her legs, he had to physically bite down on his palm to tamper the groan. Being a shadow limited how many details Izuku could see of her body, but it left plenty to imagination. He envisioned her rubbing her fingers across the folds, pressing onto the clitoris, before repeating the pattern. Was she pleasuring herself? Or did she imagine someone pleasuring her? Was it him? Did she pretend it was not hers, but Izuku's fingers undoing her very being? He hoped it was. And if she was not, no problem. Before the night was over, he would make sure that she got the experience.

Kamiko threw her head back and moaned. Did she insert a finger in her vagina? Izuku left teeth marks on his hand, just thinking about it. Dammit, he was going to come undone before she did. Whatever she was doing, she had done it some more times because by the time she was finished, Kamiko was leaning against one of the shower walls, both hands buried in her hair. Her chest heaved with shallow breaths until she finally slumped down.

Izuku bit so hard, he nearly drew blood. His imagination was running wild. The thoughts of doing everything she did to herself with his own hands drove him mad. He ached to all that. He ached to do so much more. Blood that had been slowly pooling in his penis surged with a rush. It was an emergency. If Izuku did not go into the shower right now, he was going to come right here. On the sofa, in his jeans. Suppressing the urge as much as an aroused man like him could, he stared at Kamiko turn off the shower head and open the glass door. Now, he looked away.

Listening to her feet land on the bath mat, then cross the tile floor to the towel rack, the sensation between his legs grew stronger. She rubbed a towel across her body. He wanted to run his hands on her. She donned a bathrobe. He wanted to wrap her around his body.

She came out of the bathroom. Through desire-ridden eyes, Izuku looked up at her. The robe was snug against her body, and her nipples poked through the fabric. Goddammit, he was really going to lose it. Kamiko had tilted her head to the side and was drying her hair with the towel. Innocently, she said, "You can use the bathroom now if you like."

Oh, just you wait, you sexy vixen, Izuku thought to himself. A part of him was amazed at his own acting skills at the moment. Just as modestly as she had behaved, he answered, "I think I will." But just before he crossed the threshold, he called back, "Enjoy the show."

And to his simultaneous awe and delight, she responded, "I will."

Izuku was a goner.

No sooner did Izuku strip did his cock spring from his underwear. Three seconds later, he was under the shower head. Not even bothering to adjust the heat setting, he started to fist his length. The frigid cold water did nothing to alleviate the fire of passion raging inside him. Up and down. Slow and steady. It was torture.

Izuku wanted nothing more than to come immediately, but he had promised Kamiko a sensual show of her own, and the idea of making her suffer through desire just like he did was all too enticing. So, yes, there was something he intended to do more than instantly seek release: he wanted her to become as aroused as him.

That is exactly what he proceeded to do. With one hand, he masturbated; with the other, he flexed his muscles. Biceps. Then triceps. Quadriceps. Hamstrings. Back muscles. Especially, the back muscles. So what if he was a shadow in Kamiko's perspective right now? That did not stop him from running a thumb down his chest and abs. She had appeared like a goddess begging to be ravished; he was going to appear like a god looking to ravish.

When he could restrain himself no more, Izuku let the orgasm overcome him. Like Kamiko, he too slumped against the shower door, trying to figure out how to breathe again.

Coming out, he put on his boxers. Izuku did not glance outside the partition. He did not need to. Her gaze burned into him, and he could feel her roaming her eyes down his body. Good. Exactly what he wanted. After putting on the other bathrobe, he exited the bathroom, finally staring at the woman who incited all sorts of sinful wishes inside him.

The sight in front of him elicited only one thought: he was going to come again.

Against the headrest of the bed with pillows propped, Kamiko leaned on the bed languidly.

It was his turn to study her body once more.

Starting from her feet this time, he let his gaze slowly traipse up her figure. Transparent crimson stockings with lace hems that reached mid-thigh. Thin hook straps connecting the stockings to the same colored, crisscross lace garter belt around her waist. Her thong - was that see-through netting? - also red lace. Just a little below her breasts were two pairs of small, brown circles that resembled tiny nipples. Milk glands, Izuku distantly realized. Courtesy of being part fox. When his eyes landed upon the bra, he debated rushing back into the shower once more. A crimson lace bra with a cleavage wide enough to reveal her sternum almost in its entirety.

It did not help that she was resting with her legs wide open, giving Izuku full view of her inner thighs

Whatever his face must have looked like right now, it seemed that was what Kamiko wanted. Because her indolent smile took on a seductive twist as she arched away from the headrest and beckoned a finger toward him.

So he did.

Gradually, he approached the bed, soaking in every last second of this beautiful visage in front of him. Climbing atop it, he nudged Kamiko to scoot back a bit to make room for him. After kneeling at her feet, he stared directly at her. Gods, she was stunning.

But somewhere in the deepest recesses of his mind, a little doubt appeared.

He spoke, "I don't think you've been unclear about your desires in any uncertain terms, but I have to ask this anyway. Do you want to have sex with me?"

Kamiko let out a little snort. "Yes, my chivalrous angel. I want to have sex with you."

That should have been enough for him to continue with the foreplay. Yet he needed to hear more. "Are you sure? Last year, those goons who-"

She interrupted him by clapping a hand to his mouth. "I'm sure. I deserve to be sexually satisfied on my own terms, and I am not going to let a trauma from my past deprive me of that right." She released his mouth, only to cup his face between her palms. "You're a virgin, Izuku. So am I. I want my first time, last time, and every time in between to be with you. Because I love you, Midoriya Izuku. With all my mind, all my heart, all my soul. And now, all my body. If you want to be intimate with me, too, then I ask you: ravish me. Ravish me senseless."

"Lie down, Kamiko," Izuku said in a voice so hoarse, he almost did not recognize it as his own.

And she did exactly as he said.

Izuku picked up her left foot, tossing it over his shoulder. He rubbed a hand across her ankle, slowly rising up her leg. Kamiko quivered at his touch, but she did not resist. Eventually, he leaned forward to unhook the stocking strap with one hand. It snapped free with a satisfying click. Steadily, he rolled down the stocking, exposing her bare leg for his eyes to praise. Throwing it behind him, Izuku proceeded to do the same with Kamiko's other stocking. Soon, both of her legs were slung across his shoulders, giving him a perfect view of the thong.

Then he pressed his lips to her ankle. Kamiko closed her eyes at the sensation. "Keep going," she murmured. That is exactly what he did. He trailed a line of kisses on her inner legs, while continuing to feel every centimeter of her skin beneath his fingers. When he reached the knees, Kamiko had crossed them behind his neck. Her legs were beautiful, but the inner thighs were his favorite part. Through half-lidded eyes, he studied Kamiko. Laving his tongue over the area. She arched her back a little, lessening the gap between her thighs and his face. They trembled slightly.

Izuku bit into the skin. A yelp escaped her throat, quickly being replaced by a quiet moan. Doing the same to the other thigh, he watched her play with her breasts through the bra. An amazing sight. He wanted to see her do it more. Study how she liked to fondle her breasts so that when it was his turn, he would know exactly how to pleasure her. Leaving a series of love bites on her thighs, her arousal grew. He could smell the slightly salty scent this close to her genitals. Good.

He climbed a little higher, now reaching the part where the garter belt wrapped around her waist. Slipping his hands around her midriff, he felt for the hooks behind her back and unfastened them. It joined the stockings on the sofa, too.

Straddling her hips, Izuku now ran his hands along her stomach. Up and down. The pairs of extra milk glands were taut beneath his touch. He could only imagine how hard her tits were, given how prominently they were poking through the fabric of the bra. Starting at the hem of the thong, he kissed his way up her stomach. With Kamiko's legs still around him, he had the perfect angle to rub her behind. Cup her ass and maybe slip a finger or two beneath the underwear. She moaned again, a little louder than last time. "Oh, that was good." Was she looking up at the ceiling mirror? Watching her body writhe to his touch, moan to his motions, unravel completely before him? He hoped she was. The idea that she could sent blood racing down his penis.

After a while of lavishing her abdomen, he reached the chest. Running his thumbs across the base of the bra, he kissed Kamiko's exposed cleavage. Kamiko, unable to tease him with her fondling anymore, buried her hands in her strawberry blonde hair, combing and tangling them. Strangled groans demanded to be set free. "Don't stop," she breathed. And when he reached the top of her breastbone to snag a finger beneath the bra straps and pull them down, she curved her back. So quickly, the bra started to slip down her breasts. Izuku was tempted to pull them down all the way, freeing those tits that he fantasized about.

Not yet, he told himself. The sweetness of temptation lied in waiting. Just a little higher. Then he would begin to satiate his carnal desires. Izuku reached her neck, where he repeated the same pattern that he did to her thighs. Kisses, bites, more kisses. She looked awesome. Smelled awesome. And even felt awesome. Her skin was soft, and the short layer of fur atop it was even softer. Just listening to the sounds coming out of her mouth from worshipping her neck inspired all sorts of unholy images in his mind. His erection, which had already been steadily building up since he saw Kamiko in that sexy lingerie, began to rush in a frenzy. How would she react when he worshipped the rest of her body? A part of him thought about leaving love bites on her body every day, simply to hear those sounds again and again.

But right now, the raunchy, desire-driven part of his brain wanted to devour those sounds. Going up the slope of her neck, her jaw, her cheek, Izuku laved the skin before pressing his lips against hers.

He did not even get to part her mouth before she let out a groan so animalistic.

Next thing he knew, he was lying on the bed, and Kamiko was on top of him.

Kamiko had asked Izuku to ravish her senseless.

He was doing too good of a job of that. So good that Kamiko felt it was unfair that she was the only one climbing to the heights of ecstasy and not give him a taste. The mate bond was driving her mad with lust.

She broke away from the kiss and unknotted the belt of his bathrobe. Pushing it off his shoulders, Izuku rised on his haunches to shove the rest of the cloth down. Mimicking his behavior, she picked it up and tossed it on the sofa at the foot of the bed.

He was bare to her gaze, except for the grey boxers. Yet the sight was enough to make her instinctively lick her lips. Izuku's face may have been the face of an angel descended to Earth, but his body was ripped. Toned. No muscle was left undefined, and she could feel where every ridge began and every curve ended. Particularly, the scars. Kamiko thought his scars were beautiful. Nothing lovelier than them. The cross-shaped one over his heart. The larger, jagged patches on his arms and legs. The talons one across his abs. When she had glanced at the mirror above the bed earlier, she saw long, ropelike ones along his back. All of them were deep, all of them darker than the rest of his skin. All of them gorgeous. They made her want to cover every part of them with her lips. If there was any chance that Izuku felt ashamed of them, Kamiko was going to erase it away tonight. And every night, she added as an afterthought.

Her eyes fell to his boxers. A bulge pressed up against the fabric, begging to be freed. She licked her lips again, anticipating what it would be like to his cock inside her mouth. Inside her. Before that, though, she had to thoroughly explore his body.

Kamiko shifted her legs so that they were on either side of Izuku's hips. Bending down, she buried her face into the crook of his neck, nipping and kissing at the skin. His hands immediately rose to her hips and breasts, playing with the bra strap and edge of the thong. Just to tease him, she rubbed her sex against his length. The pressure of his hands increased substantially. Kamiko did it again as she moved down toward his chest. Leaving long licks, she listened to him mutter unintelligible curses and praises. By the time she reached his stomach, he was practically chanting them like a mantra. "Fuck. I'm going to come soon. You're gorgeous. Never stop."

She wanted to swallow every instance he moaned the word, 'Fuck.' Crashing her mouth against his, she slipped her tongue inside his mouth. Feeling the inside of his lips, running against his teeth, playing with his tongue. He tasted slightly of their breakfast, and everything sweet and sinful. Pheromones came off from him in waves, making her tail swish back and forth at speeds she never knew were possible. His arousal smelled of musk. She could not get enough of it. Kamiko bit his lower lip and pulled at it. He gasped before bringing their mouths together again.

Izuku's hand had finally slipped into her thong, grasping the mound of her ass. She rolled her body against his dick several more times, enjoying how it pressed against her clitoris. The sensations it triggered … incomparable. His other hand began tracing the sternal edges of her bra.

Kamiko wondered if he would rip apart the lingerie before she got the chance to take it off. Then she figured that she would not mind. Instead, his ferocity would turn her on even more. A part of her was curious to test that out.

But both of them were running out of oxygen.

She never wanted to break away from the kiss, but Kamiko had to so they could catch their breaths. Gasping heavily, they stared at each other before laughing.

"Do you want to keep going?" he asked between breaths, a stupid smile on his face.

Through downcast eyes, she answered, "We just got started. The best part is yet to come."

And with that, Kamiko rose, sitting on his erection. Unhurriedly, she reached behind her back and undid the clasp of the bra. The straps, which had long since come down her arms, slid the rest of the way down. Her breasts were utterly bare for him to see and fondle. "Touch me," she whispered.

Izuku needed no further encouragement. Sitting up at a speed that rivaled that of a lion hunting deer, he immediately attacked her right breast. Tasting her lips again, he gave her breast a good press. Kamiko pushed into him out of pure instinct. He grabbed her left breast. Izuku freed her lips to resume ravishing her neck. He murmured, "So big. So soft. Beautiful tits." A loud moan escaped her lips as he lightly squeezed her right nipple. Tiny white stars appeared in her vision, blooming and bursting, as he trailed down her neck to bury his face in her chest. Feeling his hot mouth between her breasts elicited all sorts of sordid images in her mind, each one more carnal than the last. She wanted to enact all of them at once and with time. Closing his lips over one nipple, Kamiko instantly arched her head back. Burying her hands into his dark green hair and pushing her breast into his mouth, she begged him to lavish the other one, too. Obediently, Izuku sucked one nipple and pinched the other. Then he switched, making Kamiko climb heights she thought were unimaginable.

She rolled up and down his cock, only two layers of fabric separating their skins from meeting. At this rate, Kamiko would become the first to rip apart clothing. Her thong and his boxers. As if responding to her needs, Izuku's left hand crept down her body before entering between her legs. "SQUEAK!" A surprised screech escaped her throat. Both of them paused in their seductive acts. Izuku's hand lingered in her underwear, a silent question in his eyes. But there was only primal hunger in her own. The hunger of debauchery. Practically growling, Kamiko whispered, "Continue." And so he rubbed his fingers against her folds.

Until now, Kamiko had no idea just how wet she had become. But Izuku's moan told her that she was a damn sea of arousal. Her thong was soaked, and more was dripping down the sides of her thighs. A shudder passed through her as he drew circles on her clitoris with his thumb. Kamiko pressed into his hand. His other had found its way into her hair, keeping her neck exposed for his mouth to meander. She stared up at the mirror, observing how her face looked like when she was mad with lust. It would not be so bad to look like that every day, she wondered.

After a while of this, Kamiko felt the need to return the pleasure. Hands dragging down his hair to his back to his hips, she slid both into his boxers to feel for his penis. Gods, he was hard. Releasing it from its fabric confinement, she stared down at it. It was her first time seeing his dick, but it quickly became the most impressive thing she had ever seen. Decent length, and if the bulging, blue veins were any indication, it was completely engorged with blood. She very much wanted his cock inside her.

Patience, Kamiko. The fruit of patience is sweet like no other.

Kamiko pulled Izuku's head back. "Wait. Let me take the initiative," she breathed.

Izuku, who had returned to ravishing her breasts, looked up and rasped, "What do you mean?"

"Just watch." And she put both palms against his chest, silently telling him to lie back down. Once he did, Kamiko tugged the boxers down his legs. Now he was entirely naked. His cock, still very much erect, still very much enticing. She glanced at it. Then up to his face. His expression was expectant. Izuku had understood what she intended to do. Smiling, she kissed him for it.

Then Kamiko climbed down the bed just until his length was in line with her mouth. She gripped his cock, stroking it gently. "Fuck …." he groaned. Rather enjoying his torturous musings, she fisted his length. Up and down. In circular motions. Even playing with his balls, which emitted another new string of cursing utterances. Satisfied, Kamiko finally ran her tongue along his dick. The musk scent was overpowering. It clouded her senses. He tasted slightly of salt and sugar. Pre-come. When she licked the tip, Izuku reached over to bury his hands in her hair.

Looking up at him, Kamiko swallowed his entire length. Izuku bit into the pillow to tamper the scream that almost left his mouth. He shut his eyes just as she bobbed up and down. Despite the firmness of his erection, his skin was astonishingly soft. She took care not to bite into the sensitive flesh. Going as far up his cock as she could without triggering her gag reflex, Kamiko resumed flicking and rubbing his balls.

"I-I'm going to … going to …" Izuku stuttered. He opened his eyes and met her gaze. "K-K-Kamiko, I'm going to c-come. P-Pull away …" She freed his penis just as an explosion of white occurred. His semen erupted in a few spurts. Most of it landed on her neck and chest. The rest on her hands. Kamiko marvelled at how much she had made him come. The fact she was not disappointing in foreplay gave her an all new level of confidence. Then, Izuku said something that made her almost orgasm at his words: "Let me return the favor."

Nudging Kamiko to the side, their positions flipped.

Now she was the one on her back, staring up at the mirror, and he was staring down at her.

One look, and she knew he was about to do as good, if not better, job than her.

Izuku hooked both fingers inside the sides of Kamiko's thong before yanking the article of clothing down.

Kamiko kicked the rest of the fabric off, leaving her completely bare for his admiration. He propped each leg on his shoulders, exposing her genitals. Arousal glistened all across the surface. Arousal that minutes before, he had been touching. His hand was still sticky with her pre-come, and now, he wanted her orgasm all over it.

Izuku briefly glanced up at Kamiko. She was licking his semen off her hands. The liquid on her chest … she ran her fingers through it, letting it drip off the edges before bringing that too inside her mouth. His gaze, lingering far too long on her tongue, urged him to do the same for her. To drink every last drop of her fluids.

He wasted no time diving into her sex. Beginning with one long lick against her folds, Kamiko's audible moan stirred him further. For the third time tonight, an erection was building up. A few test licks around the area, and he had her grabbing fistfuls of his hair, dragging him closer and closer to her center. "Play with your tits," he susurrated against her clitoris. She moaned before freeing one hand to do as he said. "Both of them." The other also rose. "Now look at yourself in the mirror. Don't you dare look down. Otherwise, I'll torture you with anticipation."

Izuku wondered if she was seeing in the mirror the same thing that he was: a sexy woman with her legs spread for a man feasting on her insides. A hot girl pinching and fisting her breasts as she came undone beneath a guy's mouth and touches. He bit lightly on her clitoris, eliciting the loudest moan from Kamiko thus far. Then he kissed the tender flesh. Another bite, another kiss. By the time he had done this five or six times, Kamiko's thighs were quivering. He pressed his hands against her knees, keeping her open for his access.

Suddenly, Izuku remembered the shower. She had masturbated by rubbing her fingers against her sex. He had promised himself to make her experience his fingers inside her. Carefully, he inserted his index finger into her vagina. Kamiko almost leaped from the mattress, before flopping down. "Don't stop moving," he ordered, moving his finger in and out. Still licking and kissing around her entrance, Izuku asked, "Were you thinking of anyone in the shower?"

"Y-yes!" she exclaimed, tweaking her right nipple.

"Who?" he demanded, leaving another long swipe against her genitals.

She squeaked and groaned a few more times before responding. "You! I was … I was imagining your f-f-fingers inside me!"

Another kiss. "How many?"

"Th-th-three!"

It would have been a lie to say that Izuku was not amazed by that number. Just one finger, and Kamiko was already a mess. By the third, her entire being would unravel like thread. And Izuku wished to see her unravel. Just as slowly as the first time, Izuku slipped his middle finger into her entrance. Now he was finger-fucking her with two fingers. He curled them a bit, making Kamiko yelp before clamping her mouth shut.

Catching Kamiko's eyes start to shut, Izuku commanded, "Keep your eyes open. Continue looking in the mirror. Watch yourself burn for me the way I do for you." Perhaps that was the most difficult ordeal for Kamiko because it took her an entire minute to open them again, and another minute to keep them open for longer than a few seconds.

Satisfied, he decided to fulfill Kamiko's fantasy. Finally, he inserted his ring finger. And this time, her moan echoed off the walls. The pace of his hands, which was slow earlier, picked up. In and out. Faster and faster. His thumb joined, rubbing circles across her clitoris, flicking the nub every so often. Kamiko's vaginal muscles clenched around his hand, amplifying the sensation before a jolt tremored down her body. A last squeeze, the most powerful yet, and her legs - which he had been keeping apart with his other hand - clamped around his head, locking his face against her sex.

The rise and fall of a gasp.

Then she slumped. Her hold on him loosened, legs falling to either side. Kamiko's body became completely still, save for the heaving of her chest.

A part of Izuku had not expected that he would make her come orally. Especially so profoundly. Yet he did. The proof of it was dripping down the edges of her thighs and the corners of his mouth.

Izuku lifted himself, swiping his tongue across her orgasm on his face.

Still on top of her, he admired how stunning she appeared.

Kamiko looked like a goddess. A goddess begging to be ravished. Hair an utter mess, face flushed red. Nipples hardened into peaks. Legs wide apart. Love bites all across her neck, breasts, and stomach. Glorious. Absolutely glorious. Izuku met her eyes. Nothing but lust swirled in those amber depths.

Her tail brushed against his thigh.

She was more than ready for him.

Kamiko ran her hands across Izuku's body, regaling it once more. His scars, a remnant of every battle he fought. His beautiful face, so innocent-looking that it resembled an angel, brimming with desire so immense, he looked like the devil incarnate. A beautiful devil that she wished to defile her. Greek gods were like that, were they not? Izuku was a Greek god, and she was his temple. Kamiko wanted him to worship her. To become one.

She almost cried of disappointment when Izuku suddenly got off her. About to ask him why he had moved, Kamiko got her answer soon enough. Slamming open the nightstand cabinet open, Izuku shuffled through some boxes before selecting one and ripping off the package seal. The condoms. In her haze of lust, she had nearly forgotten about contraception. Shaking out one of the condoms, he tore it open with his teeth.

"Sorry," he huffed, planting a quick kiss on her mouth before getting on top of her again. Kamiko watched him roll the condom along his length, helping him get the last part all the way up. The sinful part thrilled from the knowledge that she could arouse him again and again. It tempted her to suck on his dick again. But enough foreplay had transpired between them. She wanted the main action.

Grabbing his face with both palms, Kamiko dragged him down for another passionate kiss. A few shifts of her hips, and her entrance was aligned with his cock. "Take me," she murmured into his ear. Izuku rubbed the head of his dick against folds, pressing just slightly into her vagina. He broke the kiss to look at her. To verify she actually wanted this. Of course, she did. Nodding once, he got his answer.

Languidly, he entered her.

Immediately, the claws hiding beneath her fingernails unfurled, and Kamiko dug them into his back. Having Izuku's fingers inside her were one thing; having his cock was another. It hurt. But not painfully hurt. Pleasant hurt. This was her first time. Of course, some pain was expected. Yet to actually experience it … it was wholly new. Her sex clenched around him, adjusting to his size. Her back lifted from the bed, bringing their chests together, before setting down.

"Are you okay?" Izuku breathed, eyes shut tight. "Did I hurt you?"

Kamiko shook her head. "Just adjusting. You can keep going."

Izuku moved back and forth, keeping a steady, slow rhythm. White stars returned in her vision, dancing and flickering. His mouth began laving kisses against her neck again. Her fingers pressed harder into his back. Nothing could compare to this moment. Izuku, Kamiko, together as one. The stars became bigger, their bursts brighter. Izuku squeezed her thighs, her hips, her waist, and her breasts, climbing higher and higher until he reached her shoulders. Trailing them down the arms, he urged Kamiko to release her deathlike grip on his back. Once she did, he pushed her hands above her head and intertwined their fingers.

The motion brought their bodies closer than before.

Kamiko stared down, watching Izuku bite and suckle at the slope of her neck. Just past them were her breasts, which rose and fall with his thrusts. Izuku reached for her lips. She parted them instantly. They worshipped each other's mouths just as they worshipped each other's body. Kamiko no longer tasted sugar and salt of a meal. Instead, the faint traces of her arousal and the cornucopia of desire greeted her tongue. She imagined she tasted the same to Izuku, with drops of his semen lingering in her mouth.

Her focus landed on the mirror. Kamiko watched Izuku and herself make love. The way his muscles rippled with each thrust, the way her own body rose to meet his thrusts. The white stars were the size of coins now.

Izuku ended the kiss to mutter adorations against her skin. "You're beautiful," he whispered against her ear. "Like a goddess who descended from heaven just for me."

His word incited a whole new blaze inside her. Kamiko raised her legs, locking them around his waist. She knew she was getting tighter, and this new position let out a satisfying growl from Izuku. It brought a lengthy moan out of her, too. "I'm not the only one," she breathed, the stars making it difficult to concentrate on the mirror anymore. All she could think about now was the orgasm strengthening inside her. "You're amazing. A Greek god. Adonis is nothing in front of you." The mate bond demanded proper consummation, and so did she. "Faster. Rail me."

Izuku indeed picked up the rhythm. Every new thrust made Kamiko moan. It made him struggle to breathe normally. A few minutes of this, and Kamiko thought her orgasm was almost ready to be released.

But then he freed her hands. Snaking one around her waist, the other behind her shoulder, and smashing their lips together again, Kamiko was taken aback when he pulled them up. She took a moment to process what happened. Her legs were still crossed around his body. Yet she was straddling his lap. And this new angle enabled his dick to go further inside her. It hit another area of sweet spots in her vagina. The sensation was too strong. Kamiko shrieked and bit into his shoulder, leaving a hickey of her own.

The stars nearly covered her entire vision. This position allowed her to do one more thing: properly move her hips against his. Kamiko tried to match his thrusts as he rose up and she fell down. More. She needed more. Breathing the kiss for air, she moved Izuku's head down to her breasts again. He fucked them with his mouth once more while reaching behind her to clasp her ass. Grabbing the flesh, he stroked them up and down, slipping his fingers in the slit separating the cheeks. Kamiko groaned, sliding down his length rapidly, clutching his ass for balance.

A litany of curses erupted from her mouth. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Do it harder! Faster!" She was close now. So close. Fucking supernovas were bursting behind her eyelids. And the most debaucherous sounds left her throat. Sounds she thought were impossible to make. "Izuku!" she screamed.

He was thrusting at a speed that rivaled lightning. Practically shoving himself inside her. "Kamiko! Fuck!"

Both of them cursed. They were reaching the limits of their orgasm soon, and the feelings were so intense, it was all too much.

She brought his face up to her mouth, giving him another lusty kiss, when they both came at the same time. Kamiko felt it. The blast of semen from his penis, filling up the condom. The surge of vaginal fluids that flooded the condom. Both of them tried to figure out how to breathe again. After a few seconds to calm down, they collapsed onto the bed, rolling to the side.

Kamiko shifted, letting his dick slip out of her. The loss ached. She wanted it back inside her again.

Both gasping, Izuku and Kamiko tried to fathom they had actually done it. They had sex, and it was absolutely mind-blowing. Sharing a breathless laugh, they shared a lazy kiss.

Izuku somehow managed to lift himself into upright position and removed the condom. White liquid collected at the bottom, almost completely filling it up. Tying a knot at the top, he got up from the mattress and threw it in the trash. His sight landed on a clock on the wall.

"Wow," he said. "Forty-three minutes. Since I got out of the shower, we've been doing this for forty-three minutes."

"Did you think it would be shorter?" Kamiko asked.

He shook his head, smiling at her. Izuku climbed back onto the bed, lying beside her. "Yes. We lasted longer than I expected."

Kamiko let her gaze meander down his thoroughly ravished body, stalling on his cock that was starting to engorge again. The condom package was still on the nightstand. She reached over, intentionally pressing her breasts against his abdomen before picking another condom and shredding it open. This time, she unfurled it against his length the entire way. Then she got her hands and knees above him. "Do you think we can continue? You're still hard."

Izuku looked away, his face hot and beading with sweat. "I want to, but do you? Sure you don't want to wait longer?"

Curling one finger under his chin, Kamiko forced him to look at her. "I want you now." And with that proclamation, she held his cock, sliding her entrance down him.

It was her turn to initiate the thrusting and his to meet her speed.

Izuku wanted to do this every night.

Wake up to sex, fall asleep to sex. Because the view of Kamiko on top of him, his dick filling her, was spectacular. He looked at the mirror above them. All her supple curves, all her perfect ridges for him to admire. Izuku observed how her ass shook as she moved backward, before clenching as she moved forward.

He combed his fingers through her hair, bringing her lips up to his. Izuku tugged and bit at her lips, wanting to fuck them the way he did to the rest of her body. His hips rose to meet hers before falling. Then he released her hair to trail lines down her spine. She curved into him, melding their chests together.

A part of him had been afraid that she would flinch at his scars. Instead, she was kissing every scar in her reach. Nipping and biting, before laving her tongue against the site. Kamiko kissed all the way down his chest, staying at his nipples for a long time. A lick against it, and his fingers jabbed into her hips. A pinch and he drew circles on her ass. A bite and he dragged her thighs toward him, deepening the angle of their mutual thrusts. He imagined all the red lipstick marks that would decorate his body the following morning, and how he would want to feel her lips all over him again. As if on cue, Kamiko's lips moved back to his lips.

Izuku slipped one hand between their bodies to knead her clitoris. Kamiko moaned into his mouth, and he devoured the sound.

Once more, they orgasmed together.

But this time, when Kamiko rolled over, she did not pull his cock out of her. It remained between them, still intimately connecting her to him.

"Do you want to order some food?" Izuku inquired, tucking back a stray lock of hair behind her ear. "I'm famished after all that."

She hummed, tracing the cross across his heart. "Food sounds like a good plan. We're going to need the strength if we're to keep this up. We also need to tell our families we won't be coming home for the night."

If his penis was already not so sore from orgasming four times, it would have erected now. The notion that Kamiko was looking forward to more rounds of splendid sex thrilled him. But neither immediately got up. Spending a few minutes in each other's embraces, Kamiko reluctantly rose from the bed to use the bathroom. Meanwhile, Izuku searched through the menu catalog, placing a few orders through the hotel-provided phone.

During the time it took for the staff to ready their meal, Kamiko showered again. Izuku enjoyed watching her silhouette, but this time, he did his best to tamper his arousal. Somehow, he succeeded. Although, the pronounced observation that she exited the bathroom without a robe on and still wet made the effort very difficult. Izuku figured that if Kamiko did not feel the need to conceal behind a robe, neither should he. So after he used the shower, he came back naked like her.

Kamiko was sitting on the sofa, prying open the red wine bottle with her teeth. The cap flew across the room before slamming against the wall. "Join me?"

They had paid for the night. Made sense to utilize every amenity. Izuku joined her, holding up the glasses for her to pour.

The wine was exquisite. It was his first time drinking, and from Kamiko's dazed expression, hers too. They had downed the entire bottle by the time the buzzer rang, and Izuku staggered over to the door. Too late, he realized he should have probably worn a robe, or covered his waist with a towel, at least. Because when he opened the door, the employee who had just started to leave, quickly averted his gaze and bid him a good night.

Izuku pushed the trolley inside toward the sofa.

As he and Kamiko ate, Izuku asked her some important questions. "How was the sex for you? Any suggestions for next time?"

Kamiko pondered his question with a finger tapping against her lips. Izuku gulped, his focus stuck on those lips he had fucked not too long ago. After a while, she replied. "Honestly, it was great. There are studies that say that most women do not orgasm their first time, so I had kind of been bracing myself to fall into that category. So to actually come not once but so many times was gratifying. Maybe next time our duration will be longer. Try moving your fingers counter-clockwise against my clit. I think I'll like that a lot. Also, we can extend the foreplay longer. We should do some research. Explore our kinks." Those were all good ideas. So far, Izuku realized that he really liked the color red on Kamiko and when she was dominant. He was sure there were more sexual things he would like. "What about you?"

He downed a glass of water. "Awesome. Spectacular. Definitely looking forward to it again." Kamiko laughed at his bluntness. Then she urged him to be more specific. "I want to try more positions. We did missionary, across the lap, woman-on-top, and I totally want to do them again. But I also want to have sex from behind, against the wall, against a mirror, on the table, in the shower, in the bathtub, and basically every surface that exists."

Kamiko grinned seductively. "Well, that makes two of us. Do you want to try the aphrodisiac Echidna gave us some time?"

He nodded. "We'll have to go somewhere very private because I anticipate a lot of property damage once we take it."

"According to Echidna, we'll be at it until the effect wears off, which lasts for hours."

"Better build up stamina, then."

After they brushed their teeth, Izuku and Kamiko climbed in bed.

They lied down big spoon-little spoon style, with Izuku's chest pressed against Kamiko's back.

His hands were splayed across her breasts and hips, penis pressed right up against her ass.

But both were too tired to resume defiling each other.

Sleep coated his voice as he murmured into her back, "Kamiko, how do you feel about morning sex?"

Though she knew she was going to be sore the next morning, she smiled in anticipation.

"I look forward to it."