Under a blue moon, I saw you
So soon you'll take me,
Up in your arms, too late to beg you.
Or cancel it, though I know it must be

The Killing Time
Unwillingly Mine

The Killing Moon– EcleapedThe Bunnymen

Cami

"I am not going to be healed enough to take the entrance exam," Cami said as she sat on the swing set; she looked up to the sky. The moon was hidden, and the light pollution blotted most of the stars. She looked over at Izuku, who had come to try to comfort her. "I may be healed for some of the other school exams, but not for the U.A." She wore a black skirt, knee-high socks, and a dark blue blouse; she wanted to look nice to him even if she was hurting inside.

"I may be able to help with that," Izuku said quietly, taking a seat next to her.

"How?" Cami looked over at him, trying to keep her emotions in check.

"By giving you my blood?" Izuku said, his hands folded in his lap.

"By drinking your blood? You have to be joking," Cami threw her head back and laughed; when she didn't hear Izuku laugh, she stopped and looked at him. "You're serious."

"Very," Izuku whispered. "My blood has healing powers and can make you stronger, faster, and tougher."

"Like in books and movies?" Cami wondered aloud. "Will it make me all Renfield?"

"No, it is something I share with those I am involved with," Izuku said. "I wasn't completely honest when I told you about my quirk. I never got a quirk."

"But all that stuff when we were being chased?" Cammi said.

"It is because of something that was done to me," Izuku said, staring up into the night sky. "I am a vampire, a day walking Vampire, but a Vampire nonetheless. I drink blood, and I eat food. A hybrid, if you will."

"Who did this to you?" Cami reached out and took his hand.

"His name was the Lord of Blood," Izuku said, his voice monotone.

"Was?"

"He is dead now," Izuku turned and looked at Cami. "Cami, I care about you; I love you. I don't want to force you into anything; I want to be honest with you."

"If I drink your blood, will I become a vampire?" Cami whispered, looking at him. "Do you drink blood from people?"

"Yes, I have too," Izuku said. "The women in my life help me in that fashion."

Cami stood; she straddled his lap, "I told you that night we were attacked; I don't care that I wanted to be with you." Cami tilted her head to the side and moved her hair out of the way. "I am your girlfriend, Izuku, through thick and thin. You forgave and gave me a chance when you had no reason to. You saw me when I couldn't see myself. Share your blood with me, heal me, and make me yours."

Izuku wrapped an arm around her waist, and the other went to the back of her neck; Cami shuddered, feeling his breath on her neck, nervous anticipation coursing through her. Then there was this slight prick of pain, then pleasure. Cami moaned loudly, held his head to her neck, and drank. As the ecstasy of the kiss washed over her and through her, she ground her his against his hardening cock. "Oh, Izuku," Cami moaned. When he pulled away, she was euphoric; a sweet metallic scent suddenly filled her nose. She looked and saw him bare his neck to her. She saw a cut and his blood.

Something inside of Cami screamed that once she went down this path, there would be no turning back. She looked at Izuku's face; she wouldn't be here if he hadn't returned to her life. She wouldn't strive to be her best version without him seeing her, unleashing her inner hero. Cami leaned in and took a tiny lick; when the blood hit her tongue, there was a brief scream that this was unnatural, but sweetness and warmth washed over her. She sealed her mouth to the cut and tasted his blood again; even more pleasure than when he had fed from her began to envelop her body, more than anything she had ever experienced in her life.

Cami's hips began to rock harder against Izuku's hard cock, and moans of pleasure escaped them both. Cami ground harder, nearing a frantic pace, when she suddenly pulled back from his neck and screamed silently into the night in pleasure as an orgasm rocked through her body. From her aching pussy to the fire in her throat, it just consumed her all at once, leading to an explosive release. Cami's eyes were focused as she stared up into the sky. She could see the stars more clearly; even the dark outline of the moon was present. Her breathing was ragged, and her sharpened sense came to focus on Izuku. He was even more handsome than before, an unearthly beauty that made sense with his reveal to her that night.

Their eyes locked, trading looks of hunger and lust. Izuku pulled Cami into a hungry, deep kiss. Ache and want tore through her, she frantically pulled at his belt, and when his cock sprang free, she rose, not breaking the kiss. Izuku pushed her soaked panties to the side; she mewled as he lined himself up. Cami slammed her hips down, taking him fully inside of her. The pleasure was intense; she broke from the kiss and bit his shoulder, trying to keep her scream of pleasure muffled.

Cami shuddered, feeling his long hard cock stretch her pussy; he was deeper than Bakugo had ever gone and, in that one thrust, had brought her more pleasure. This was what sex was supposed to be like; Cami nearly cried, wishing that this was her first; she felt Izuku grab her hips, raise her, and begin to fuck her. Cami clung to him for dear life, "It's okay they won't hear you," She heard Izuku whisper. That was all Cami needed.

They let it all go, and an orgasm rocked through her body again, every muscle tensing and releasing in rapid succession. She leaned back, held in place by his arms; she couldn't stop her hips from moving; she couldn't stop ridding him, screaming his name, begging him not to stop. She felt his cock swell; she shuddered; he wasn't wearing a condom; she had never had a cock like this, let alone any bare cock inside of her. She tried to focus, but all she could think about was feeling his hot cum washing inside of her. Cleansing her, marking her as his. "Cami," Izuku moaned.

"Inside, I want it inside," Cami begged, pulling back to him tight as she rode him, trying to milk his orgasm. "Fucking cum inside of me, Izuku. I need to feel you cum inside. I never had a cream pie; I want and need it. Please, Izuku, please cum in me."

"Fuck!" Izuku cried; he grabbed her hips, thrust deep into her, and released. Cami didn't hold back screaming in pleasure at the feeling of him cumming inside of her. She held onto him, feeling him tremble inside of her. In this single act, he had given her more pleasure than she had ever had.

"I want more," Cami whispered. "Love hotel, take me to a love hotel. I want to fuck you; I want to be fucked by you."

In a blur, they were gone, checked in and upstairs, both aching to get to the room. As soon as they entered, clothing was tossed aside. Cami moaned when he just bent her over the bed and plunged his cock into her. Cami pushed back, trying to meet his thrusts, "God, you are so fucking good, the best darling, you are the best. You fuck me so good. Don't stop, please don't stop fucking me! Fuck me any way you want. Just promise to cum inside of me. Soak my pussy in your seed."

Cami screamed in pleasure as another orgasm rocked through her. His arms collapsed, but his grip was firm. Cami clawed at the bed, screamed into the night as he fucked her. All sense of time was lost as they fucked until she passed out. Cami woke in his arms, content and satisfied.

Cami shuddered as he whispered to her how to do it, how to pull on the blood inside of her to heal. She could feel it happening, but it wasn't enough. She was spooned against him; he brought his wrist up and made a cut; there was no longer any trepidation in Cami's response to start drinking; she wanted it. To feel that fire and sense as it washed over her. As she drank, she moaned and pushed her now-wet pussy back against him. Rewarded feeling his stiff cock she didn't even have to ask as he slid it deep into her. The pleasure of drinking from him and him fucking her drover over the edge quickly, but she didn't want it to stop. Long, deep thrusts brought her to higher and higher planes of pleasure till she could no longer focus on drinking. The wound on his wrist closed as this sensual claiming of her body continued.

On some instinct, she reached back and pulled his head to her neck; his other hand, free, had been grabbing at her breasts, now found its way to her throat as he bit into her and began to drink. She held his hand against her throat as the pace quickened the pleasure, reaching a crescendo she didn't think was possible. She moved her hand, and he did also, and that pinnacle was reached as she came hard all over his cock. He stopped drinking at that moment, and the pleasure was so much all Cami could do was hold on to him and ride it out. When it finally started to come down, the overwhelming sense of emotions that had gone through her all night and now this morning was too much; tears began to fall as she held his arms around her.

"I love you, Izuku; please, please never leave me, never abandon me," Cami managed between the tears. "I never knew that sex could be like this or that this is what love felt like. I wish I were clean and pure so I would only have known this. But I need you, Izuku. Please."

"I will never let you go, Cami; nothing will take you from my arms, tear you from my embrace," Izuku whispered back, holding her tight, trying to convey comfort and love in his embrace. "Our past shaped us into who we are, but it didn't and won't define us. Grow with me, continue to grow as a woman I love, and I will always be with you."

Cami sat in his embrace, letting her emotions wash over and through her and letting the feeling of love fill her body and soul. When she found her composure, she turned and kissed him tenderly, longingly. She took his hand and led him to the shower, where they made love again and again before they had to leave the hotel. Cami walked out into the morning sun, and it seemed brighter. Like last night, everything seemed crisper and more focused than before; her knee was healed, and she felt good and alive. She held onto his arm as they walked down the street, clear to everyone and anyone a girl in love. They found a café and ate. They didn't talk much, and no words were needed when he dropped her at her door. She felt this pang that they were separating. Soft, tender, long kisses helped to soothe her before he stepped back. He waited until she stepped in and closed the door; Cami leaned back against the door.

"This is what it is like to be in love," Cami whispered with a smile. She walked to her bedroom, where she needed to study and work hard. She HAD to make it to the U.A. and be with Izuku. Nothing else would work; destiny had brought them back together, and nothing would tear them apart.

Their trip home did not go unnoticed.

Nemuri

"You have to be insane!" Aizawa yelled, slamming his hands on the table and jumping up.

"I assure you I am quite sane," Midnight replied calmly. "I have thought about this, and this is my decision."

"Nezu, for the love of god, say something!" Aizawa demanded.

"First, Mr. Aizawa, please sit down," Nezu said, sipping his tea. "Now, Ms. Kayama, please explain."

"I have spent the most time with Izuku, and coming to understand his condition, along with the problems he struggles with daily, has put things into perspective," Nemuri said. "Then, coupled with the attack on him that was orchestrated by this council, only goes to prove that he will be in a constant state of danger for simply trying to live. Being brought over will pause the council's desire to attack him repeatedly. Not only will they have to target him, but they will have to come after me as well. A high-ranked public hero."

"You desire to be a shield for Young Midoriya," All-Might said, taking everything in.

"Yes, I initially pushed for him to be treated better. I let him feed from me regularly and have said I would risk my life for him and for him to have a chance to live his life," Nemuri said. "I don't half commit to something; I commit fully, and I am committed to seeing him get this chance. I believe in the man/hero he will become so fully that I am willing to do this to help protect him."

"You care for him?" Vlad added.

"I do," Nemuri said. "He should not be striving to be this good. He should not be working this hard to have a life, to pursue dreams, or to be a hero. Everything he has suffered and gone through, from before his transformation to now…If this small sacrifice can be a shield to absorb some of those arrows, I am happy to do so."

"How do you know you won't become his thrall, or you are under his control now!" Aizawa said quickly before he took a deep breath. "I am sorry; I am trying not to think like that. Old habits. But Nemuri, how do you know that this is your decision and that you are not being manipulated into doing this?"

"Himiko has shown no such tendencies," Recovery Girl said. "I have heard her tell him no, express her desires. And if he were controlling her mind, we wouldn't be here having this conversation. He would have done it already, and there would be nothing we could do about it."

"I understand you care about the little listener, but this is…well, I have to agree with Shota. This is crazy," Present Mic said. "Mind control or anything else aside, do you know what you are signing yourself up for?"

"I have an idea, but no, I don't," Nemuri said. "No one does; he is unique. Shota said as much, and what we are dealing with is unprecedented. But being older and a bit wiser can help to lend a perspective of how to help guide him."

"This might not work," Aizawa said once again, seated, his voice much calmer. "The council may not care that you are pro-hero and may come after you nonetheless. Once a threat has been posted on their radar, they don't just ignore it; they come after it repeatedly. Now, I don't think they will be able to muster that kind of assault again, but they have other ways, other tactics."

"I will deal with that," Nemuri said. "I called this meeting so you wouldn't be surprised when it happens; I will do this. This is my choice, my body, and my life."

"Your desire to protect Mr. Midoriya is admirable," Nezu said. "I see the merit and the flaws in your plan as well as things that we can learn and hopefully understand and gain from you undergoing this process. I am not without concerns, but nothing can be done to alleviate them. You will be watched to ensure you are not under some control and that you can and will stand up to him if he is in the wrong and can still be an objective educator."

"I understand, sir," Nemuri said with a bow.

"I would like to monitor and witness the transformation," Recovery Girl said. "There could be some valuable information and knowledge that can be acquired."

"I have to say I don't like it," Vlad said. "I appreciate your efforts, but something about it bothers me. I wouldn't dare to tell you what to do with your life, Nemuri, but please think about this before you go through it."

"I will, Vlad," Nemuri said, standing up. "I will think about it, Chiyo, and let you know. Thank you, everyone." Nemuri gave a polite bow and walked out.

"Then there were three," All-Might said. "Is this wise? I know we can't stop her from going through with it unless we take drastic measures, but…"

"As we talked about when Himiko was brought over," Nezu said. "We have to look at them as a new species. Having Midnight join them may not be wise, but it gives us an ally in that community. We all know the type of woman and, more importantly, the type of hero she is. It is clear that I have faith in Mr. Midoriya, but having someone who can help watch him and aid us in understanding him better is invaluable. Well, I may not be completely on board with this. I believe the ally we will have with this is worth it."

Rei

Rei sat staring out the window, wondering if everything had been some hallucination, that the ash blonde was a sign of her deteriorating mental state. Like a ghost, she was there again; the girl knocked at the window and smiled. Rei took a deep breath, opened the window, and stepped aside. She called upon her quirk; it was dancing at her fingertips in case things went bad.

Himiko climbed in, noticed the frost flowing from Rei's fingertips, and smiled. "That was why he chose you."

"I know why he chose me," Rei said back harshly.

"And Shoto was the result he wanted," Himiko replied. "He tossed your precious Touya aside when it was discovered that his fire was hurting him. Ignored your Fuyummi and Natsuo for having your Ice; he had what he wanted when Shoto came. It broke Touya, and when Touya…"

"He killed himself; that bastard murdered him!" Rei said.

"Exactly, he murdered your Touya, didn't let you grieve or morn, and then you saw him pushing your Shoto harder than he had even pushed Touya. And you broke. You snapped. You hurt him."

Rei's anger broke, tears pooled, "I didn't mean to. I scared him; I hurt him. Then he locked me up in here. I needed to be locked up, but he wouldn't let me go. He won't…I want to see him and tell him how sorry I am. I pray he will forgive me."

"I don't know if that will come to pass. I am not a psychic," Himiko said. "But I do know that Endeavor is a monster that cannot be allowed to continue with his lies. You Shoto trains every day, but he refuses to use his fire; he stands defiant before Endeavor, proclaiming that his path to victory will only be with your Ice. Through your quirk, will he stand tall? So if you are asking me if your son loves you…"

"My precious Shoto," Rei said, collapsing into a chair and muffling her sobs with her hands. "He hasn't come to see me. I send letters to Fuyumi and Natsuo, but he hasn't come to see me."

"Maybe he is afraid that he is the one that broke you, that seeing him will hurt you. Have you told the others that you want to see him," Himiko knelt before Rei and placed a hand on her knee.

"No," Rei whispered.

"Then you have to go to him," Himiko said. "You have to go to him and tell him what he means to you, how much you love him."

"I am in here," Rei said. "They will never let me go."

"Never say never," Himiko said. "One thing Endeavor will do is nearly anything to keep his image clean, and I know some people who know you and don't like him and will be more than happy to help get you out of here."

"Who?" Rei said. "Who would dare to help me?"

"Midnight for one," Himiko said. Rei's head shot up. "She wants to come see you, to help you. Can I tell her to come?"

Rei ran a gambit of emotion; hope and fear washed through her. But then she thought of her children, her three living children suffering under his roof. Then she thought of her dead child, cold in the ground, of how Endeavor was responsible for putting him there. She had to get out of here, she had to make him pay, and she had to protect her children. "Yes, please help me."

"Excellent," Himiko cheerfully said. "I will let her know. When I come back, I am going to bring someone with me. He can help you, help quiet those voices, lend you strength to help in the fight."

"Who?" Rei said quizzically.

"My lover, the one who helped me," Himiko said longingly. "He saw the girl when the monster was in control; he is the one Endeavor attacked."

Rei could only nod, "Thank you."

"Don't thank me yet," Himiko said, walking towards the window. "You are the one that is going to have to fight, and I am just giving you that chance."

"A chance is all I will need," Rei said as Himiko went out the window into the night.

Master and Servant

Izuku sat restlessly; Himiko had told him about Rei and had gone to talk to the woman. Nemuri was at a meeting, and Rumi was on patrol. There was an itch, something calling to him. A pull. He didn't know where it was pulling him, but it wasn't here; it was out there calling to him in the night air.

He walked over to the sliding door and paused before opening it and stepping outside. It was strange when he moved outside. It was like he was answering the call; he didn't like this feeling. He paused, wondering if maybe it was somehow related to the Lord of Blood or his whore of a daughter, but it didn't feel like when he was under their thrall. If something was calling him, he needed to find out what it was. He raced off into the night.

Further and further, he raced at blinding speeds, leaving the campus in seconds, out into the city and further still; ever since that night when he had been attacked, he felt stronger, faster. He leapt into the air and was airborne, flying through the air at a breakneck speed. Izuku wasn't sure how this was happening or that he could do it, but he was instinctually doing it. His mind drifted to his study sessions of tales of ancient vampires that could fly through the air transverse miles in seconds. A power long lost, long this the work of the Beast?Izuku thought. As he flew, he thought of Himiko, Reiko, and Nemuri, and he knew where they were. He knew he could pull himself to them if he thought of them. Then he thought of what had pulled him into the night, out of his home, and into the air. Izuku knew where to go.

As he came to land in the park, he saw her, Nailah. He instinctively knew she had called him. The black Werewolf, the last member of the Silver Pack, had attacked him, but something was different, something was off. He landed, and she whirled around to face him.

Nihal was dressed in tight black leather pants with black mid-calf boots and a red blouse; her long black hair shimmered in the moonlight, her swarthy skin highlighted her exotic features, and her black eyes twinkled. She didn't know that he was even close till he landed; he could have dropped on her, and she would have had barely any chance to react. Seeing him standing there, she was disgusted. This vampire boy had destroyed the silver pack and her allies, leaving nothing but dust.

No great Moon Bridge had greeted her when death had come for her. Her ancestors were not there waiting to greet her, and there was no mighty caren filled with all those who had laid down their lives in the name of Gia. Only darkness, darkness, and her master. This was not her master; it couldn't be her master."

Nihal dropped low, her fingers turning into claws instinctually. "Of course it is you," she growled. "I want the great one and get the husk instead."

"Husk?" Izuku said he was ready to fight. "The last thing I expected was to see some pathetic excuse for a Werewolf standing in the middle of a glen. Shouldn't you have fallen on some dagger or tree branch for failure?"

"You didn't beat me!" Nihal bit back. "I would never lose to something so pathetic or weak such as you!"

"Then try and take my throat," Izuku growled, crouching low, his claws coming out. "Try, and I will show you how pathetic you are."

"When I tear your throat out, you will be nothing but ash," Nihal yelled as she leaped at him.

"I will beat you down like the mutt you are and make you submit!" Izuku answered. Something inside him called for this fight; it was instinctual, a deep-needed desire to prove his dominance over this woman, this wolf.

Izuku slipped past the claw swipe attempt, bringing her claws down and drawing blood. Nihal hit the ground blurred, and came right at him, her claws tearing through the air with a hiss. Izuku danced back, avoiding the strikes. He had activated his Celerity, but it felt like she was slow even then. He ducked under a slash, and as he came up, he landed an uppercut under her jaw that snapped her head up. A straight right sent her flying back, crashing into a tree. The scent of her blood filled his nostrils, and a deep hunger rumbled deep within him.

Nihal crashed into the tree; she landed on one knew, spit out some blood, and rushed in again. "Maybe you should change, then maybe you could give me a fight!" Izuku taunted.

Nihal roared and feinted another claw strike but shifted to a sidekick that landed flush, knocking Izuku to the side. "Be a waste of my time."

She tried to pounce on him, only to grab nothing but ground. Izuku ran and tackled her to the ground. They rolled, each trying to gain a dominant position. "I would never submit to someone like you," Nihal growled as a back elbow landed flush with her. "You pathetic and weak."

Izuku punched her in the ribs and turned her around so she was on her back. "You're the weak one." Izuku hissed in pain as her claws drove into his side. Izuku answered in kind. Nihal rolled and shifted their positions, and she managed to bend down and bite into his shoulder. Izuku's blood splashed into her mouth, and she drank.

Izuku managed to tear his shoulder away; he could feel a shudder run through her and him. Izuku landed a head, but that watered her eyes. Izuku grabbed her by the neck and yanked her down, sinking his fangs deep into her neck.

Her blood was like fire, hot, sweet fire pouring into his mouth. He held her there as he drank more and more; he could feel her struggling. She tore at his chest, shredding his clothes; she pulled her neck away, blood splashing across his face and pouring from her wound.

"You bastard," Nihal managed, her eyes a solid black now, no irises showing, her breathing ragged as the wound closed. "You dare to drink from me!" Nailah dove in bit his neck, and began to drink. The act took aback Izuku; he grabbed and yanked, attempting to pull her away, but instead, her shirt was torn away. "You taste so foul."

"Then why are you drinking," Izuku growled, digging his claws into her back. He heard her hiss in pain as she greedily sucked at his neck.

"I am taking back what is mine!" Nihal managed as she was now straddling him, her hips rocking against him.

Izuku summoned more strength, tore her way and, pushed her up, slashed her across the chest; her bra fell open; he could smell her arousal, her desire. Izuku sat up and bit into her breast, finding the vein, and drank. Nihal moaned and held his head to her breast for a moment as she ground against him.

"Stop that, you stupid, weak, pathetic creature," Nihal said as she moaned into the night air.

"You're the pathetic one; you're the one who is aroused," Izuku said as he rolled her onto her back. She reached down and tore open her pants, shoving his hand between her legs.

"I am not," Nihal cried out, even as she spread her legs for him. "Someone like you would never arouse me." She moaned out in pleasure as his hand slipped past her panties, and he plunged his fingers into her soaking wet pussy. She bucked her hips against his hand.

"You like this, don't you? You want this!" Izuku said.

"No, it doesn't feel good at all. I could never feel good from you," Nihal responded; she bit into his neck to drink again. Izuku felt her pussy clinching around his hand; her hips shot up as she came. Nailah screamed in pleasure against his neck. He felt her hands tearing at his pants as she freed his hard cock. "This disgusting thing, this thing would never give me pleasure."

Izuku pulled his hand from her crotch and shoved his fingers in her mouth; she greedily lapped at them, tasting her arousal. "Then what is that you are sucking on. You came all over my hand, you little bitch."

"I didn't; you couldn't make me cum," Nihal said as he lined his cock up with her entrance, trying to shift her hips to plunge him inside of her. "I don't want you. I don't need to feel you."

Izuku pulled his cock away from her entrance, she whimpered in protest, but when he turned her onto her stomach, she lifted her as for him. He tore open her pants, exposing her fully. "You're begging of it. You want it."

"I don't! I would never!" Nihal said as she pushed her hips back, moaning as they rubbed against her pussy and ass. "I would never want you inside of me."

Izuku placed his hand around the back of her neck, pinning her; she let out a moan as he continued to tease her. "Master," she whimpered.

Izuku's cock was wet from her arousal; feeling her whimper grind against him, Izuku took his cock and lined it up with her ass. "If you don't want me, I will take you like this instead."

"No, master, I have never had," Nihal said as she pushed her ass back to take his cock in. Izuku plunged his cock into her ass; Nihal howled in pleasure; she clawed at the earth, pushing back to meet his thrusts. "No, it should be in my ass; it shouldn't feel this good. Please master. Oh god, master, It feels so good."

"It feels good," Izuku growled as he fucked relentlessly.

"Yes, master, you are stretching my asshole. It won't ever be the same," Nihal said, pushing back. "Harder, Harder, Master. Make feel good from my ass. I have been a bad girl; punish me. Please punish me till I cum from my ass."

"You are my naughty bitch. Now you hear me!" Izuku said as he slipped a hand between her legs to pleasure her clit.

"Yes, Master, Yes, oh please make me cum, I need you to make me cum!" Nihal screamed. "You're getting bigger; I can feel it. Cum in me, please cum in my ass. OH FUCK MASTER I AM CUMMING YOU ARE MAKING ME CUM!" Nihal called out as she felt him stiffen the release. "Oh yes, my pussy, please master fuck my pussy. Plant your seed in my pussy."

Izuku was in a frenzy of passion as he had been fucking her in the ass, but hearing her beg for it in her pussy he plunged into her hot wet pussy like never before. When he slammed into her, Nihal's howls and screams of pleasure pulled him to another place; hearing and feeling her cum around his cock as their bodies crashed together in a frenzy was intoxicating. Nihal kept begging for more, pleading for more as he fucked her. He grabbed her by the hair pulling it as he fucked her; it seemed to excite her even more. He came inside of her multiple times, Nihal was limp when he pulled out, and she turned and hungrily took his cock in her mouth. Moaning as she sucked him clean. "Thank you, master," she purred as she lazily sucked his cock.

"Is this what you called me for?" Izuku said, stroking her head as she licked.

"No…yes…I found the council who ordered the attack on you," she said. "I wanted…"

"Good girl," Izuku said. "Shall we get changed, and you can tell me all about it."

"Yes, master, I have a place near her," Nihal said, smiling up at him. "I have clothes for you. Since I did good, will you fuck me again?"

"After I hear what you have to say, yes," Izuku said.

"Thank you, master," Naihal said, getting to her feet. "I am sure you will reward me again." Nihal took his cock back into his mouth, sucking in earnest. Izuku sat back, his hand resting on her head as she pleasured him. He could feel the Beast inside of him laughing.

Fate
Up against your will
Through the thick and thin
He will wait until
You give yourself to him.

Under blue moon, I saw you
So soon you'll take me.
Up in your arms, too late to beg you.
Or cancel it, though I know it must be

The killing time
Unwillingly mine

The Killing Moon – Echo and the Bunnymen