Disclaimer: This is an open door smut chapter, including euphemisms and some crude language. Read at your own discretion.
When spring had turned into summer, April became July, Kamiko had not noticed.
In her defense, she was occupied with the new curriculum at the music academy.
Abe-sensei had informed her that the course load would significantly increase, but Kamiko had not expected it to occupy her time so thoroughly.
Between staying after-hours to practice the piano and studying every piece of sight-reading she could get her hands on, the seasons changed without her realizing.
Well, that, and her dates with Izuku. After their first time being intimate, they reached an agreement to try to have sex at least once a week. To relieve stress, to comfort each other, or just to remember that there was someone in the world who loved them. Kamiko admitted that making love to him was an excellent stress reliever, and Izuku had agreed that being with her made him temporarily forget about all the assignments piling on his to-do list.
Their trysts also led to a lot of painstaking checking of her own periods. Although, Izuku had snuck all the condom boxes out of the love hotel - with the excuse of having paid an exorbitant cost for the establishment's services - a part of her always feared getting pregnant. She suspected that her parents already knew she was being physical with her boyfriend, but they did not need confirmation if she actually conceived. In no way was she ready to take care of herself, let alone of an infant. And it was a conversation she would rather avoid with them for the time being.
Kamiko considered getting an IUD or taking the birth control pill as an extra precaution. But at the last moment, she hesitated. Too many stories circulated online about women who endured unconsciousness-inducing pain when getting their IUDs inserted or removed. Fighting for anesthesia was a hassle for them, Kamiko had no doubt that with her mutant status, the doctors would not even mention the word in front of her. Not to mention the heavy bleeding that persisted for months afterward. As for the pills, she was too afraid to experience the hormonal side effects. Perhaps the arm contraceptive implant was a safe option?
Fortunately, her menstrual cycles were normal.
To keep it that way, she purchased some internal condoms for herself. Instead of the regular ones to roll over the penis, she bought the ones that were designed to be inserted into the vagina.
Which was why three packages of internal condoms lied on her bed as she packed her suitcase.
July meant that Izuku's twentieth birthday was approaching. And Kamiko wanted to wish him with a private vacation.
It took a few days of searching and months to book in advance, but she was certain that he would love it. A getaway cabin far from the city. Three days, two nights package. Surrounded by nature all around, the cabin seemed like a typical housing for camping enthusiasts. But that was the catch. To maintain a respectable name in society, the owners of the cabin maintained the facade that it was an abode for people willing to spend some nights in the woods. This cabin - and many others owned across the country - was actually created for another type of customer: lovers.
A getaway for lovers to spend time with their partners without fear of ostracization. The booking fee was absurdly high, too. Reading the reviews, Kamiko understood why. Every time couples or throuples stayed at the cabins, they razed the cabin to the ground. Smashed floors, caved-in walls, crackled porcelain in the bathroom, holed roofs, and broken furniture. Especially, broken furniture. She lost count of the number of people writing about how they railed so hard, the bed frame broke. Guests went all out at these cabins, and the insane price was to compensate for these damages. Once the cabin was rebuilt, it would be up for booking again, and the process would repeat.
Kamiko was certain that she and Izuku would bring the same fate to the poor cabin.
Because they were going to test Echidna's aphrodisiac this time.
The place was even more beautiful than it had appeared in the photos.
To call it a cabin was an understatement; this place was a lodge.
Nestled in the heart of a dense forest, the lodge stood as a serene sanctuary, its wooden walls a tad bit weathered but well-maintained, blending effortlessly with the surrounding wilderness. The exterior was constructed from rich, dark cedar planks, treated to preserve their natural beauty while exuding a faint scent of pine resin and fresh earth. Its large, wraparound deck stretched out toward a shimmering lake, the wooden railing adorned with curling ivy that added a touch of wild greenery. The air here was cool and crisp, tinged with the clean, earthy aroma of damp leaves and moss that clung to the base of the trees.
As Izuku stepped onto the deck, the floorboards creaked softly beneath his feet, the sound blending with the rustling leaves, and the distant call of warblers echoing across the water. The lodge's large windows - framed with thick, rustic beams - offered an obstructed view of the lake's placid surface, where the occasional ripple of a fish or the breeze sent gentle waves across the water. The quiet hum of the forest was almost tangible, broken only by the flutter of bird wings or the occasional snap of a twig from the underbrush.
Inside, the lodge felt warm and inviting. A stone fireplace dominated the living room. Soft, golden light filtered through the windows, casting long, dappled shadows on the hardwood floors. The occasional gust of wind swept through the trees outside. And the walls were composed of teak wood panels. The atmosphere inside was rich with the mingling fragrances of teak wood and a faint trace of lavender from a bouquet in the corner, adding a sense of calm to the place. The interior furniture was no different - simple but cozy. Plush armchairs upholstered in deep, earthy tones, and a large leather sofa that beckoned him to relax. The texture of the soft woolen throw blankets draped over the furniture invited him to settle in and enjoy the coziness. In the kitchen, the cabinets and cupboards were stocked with all sorts of foods, pans, and utensils. Quite the courteous gesture from the owners.
Izuku had offered to carry both his and Kamiko's bags up the short flight of steps, while Kamiko opened the doors. It was only after setting them down did he really observe the features of the cabin. "This is my birthday present? I really like it. Thank you so much, Kamiko!" She turned around and smiled at him before grabbing him by the collar and pulling him in for a kiss.
"This is only the start of your birthday gift," she replied against his lips. "For three days and two nights we're here, I'm going to make love to you so many times, you'll forget how to exist without me. Be prepared. You, my dear angel, are going to get very little sleep."
Heat pooled in his eyes as understanding fell over him. "When do we start?"
"Now."
Never parting from the kiss, Kamiko pulled Izuku toward the sofa. She pushed him down, climbing atop him once his back rested completely against the armrest cushions. Together, they made quick work of their clothes, divesting each other, tossing the articles haphazardly around the room. Not even ten minutes into arrival, and they were already initiating their hours of debauchery. Belts, jeans, leggings, shirts. Their sandals had come off as soon as they crossed the threshold earlier. Soon, Izuku and Kamiko were left in their undergarments.
He wore a rather nice pair of navy blue boxers. Kamiko, though, came very much prepared. Matching forest green lace bra and thong. Similar to the red one she wore her first time, but there was no garter belt with the set. No problem. The sexiness of the apparel was more than compensated for by the even deeper cleavage than the last lingerie and the halter strap clasping behind her neck instead of the double shoulder straps.
"You're wearing green," Izuku murmured in awe, hands rising to trace the hems of the fabric.
Kamiko let him explore her body for the hundredth time. No matter how times they were intimate, his touch always felt new to her. The manner in which his hands roamed across her skin. The way his pupils dilated to black holes just looking at her curves. And the praises that left his mouth with each kiss and bite. She loved being the object of his admiration and adoration. It was impossible to get bored with his ministrations. Having spent so many years being ridiculed for her looks, only to be doted on them by the person she cherished the most … of course, Kamiko was surprised every time. A good kind of surprise. A surprise she wished she could experience every day for the rest of her life. By Izuku.
He admitted on numerous occasions that she was a goddess in his eyes. She wished to be worshipped by him forever.
Kamiko leaned forward until she was level with the slope of his neck. A hot huff of air left her body, tickling the skin over his artery. His pulse jumped. Blood began to curdle, reddening the area. "Just for you, my angel," she whispered against him. "Birthday special edition." Her hands began running down his lovely, scarred chest.
Izuku found her jaw and began nibbling at the flesh. He answered, "I don't think I've been an angel for the past few months," just as his left leg bent until his knee was touching her center. Kamiko squealed at the sensation.
"You are. A fallen one. I made you fall from your pedestal of purity." A tug of his flesh between her teeth as her sex rubbed against his leg.
A soft laugh escaped his throat at her quip. "So you're my demon? The one responsible for defiling me?"
Kamiko moved lower, shifting her body down enough until her mouth came in contact with his right nipple. Licking it, pinching it, rolling it between her fingers, she elicited all sorts of groans and grunts from the birthday boy. "As I recall, very sinful thoughts popped into your mind as you were watching me shower. Then, when you saw me in the red lingerie, you very much wanted to be defiled. I simply invited you; you accepted it. You willingly fell into the devil's trap, my dear, depraved angel. I am not completely to blame."
"And I don't regret it one bit."
With that declaration, Izuku shoved one hand into her underwear, immediately inserting all three fingers into her vagina. A loud shriek left her mouth. If it were not for Izuku's knee holding her behind up in the air, she would have fallen flat. Kamiko had not expected such ferocity from her boyfriend during the initiation of foreplay, but she quite liked this new development. Pain shot up her spine, which was alleviated immensely by spreading her legs wider around him. If he wanted to play rough, then so could she. Kamiko was all too ready to reciprocate his energy back to him. With her free hand, Kamiko slipped it inside his boxers, grasping his cock tightly. His length was hard, very hard. Veins throbbed with blood rushing through, and the slit at the tip was already oozing pre-come. She felt her own wetness soak and coat his hand.
Together, they hand-fucked each other.
Kamiko reached for his face once more, pulling in him for a deep kiss. Their kisses were fervent. Hot. No sight of a beginning or end. His mouth was heaven, and like Izuku insinuated, she was a demon who sought a glimpse of heaven's delights. Their tongues clashed, each seeking to dominate the kiss. Kamiko was determined to win. He would get his chance. Tomorrow. For now, she wanted to take charge. Which was why she fumbled behind her to find his other hand - the one currently tracing her back - caught it, brought it up front, and pressed it against her chest. Her indications were clear; he was quick to understand.
Izuku slipped his palm inside her bra, playing with her nipples the same way she did with his. He grabbed the mass. One thing Kamiko had found impossible not to notice in all their rendezvous was his preference for her breasts. Izuku really, really liked her breasts. Big and supple, he would say, before burying his face between them. Part of her was glad to have packed her suitcase the way she did because the only articles of clothing she brought on this short vacation were lingerie and one dress she intended to tease him with. Soon.
His thumb circled her clit, each round compelling her to fist his dick up and down.
Both of them were adamant on dragging this out for as long as they could. Kamiko broke the kiss, only to resume suckling at Izuku's pecs. Bite, kiss, run tongue over, bite again. He had managed to free both her breasts from their confinements. Although it made the bra wire press hard into her, she did not mind.
She could not believe they had been maintaining a slow pace since starting. Despite the orgasm starting to build, neither had rutted against the other yet. Those white stars she had come to love so much swelled and popped behind her eyelids, but Kamiko kept the same steady rhythm against him. While still pumping his penis, she ran one finger across his balls. His back rose slightly just as he curled his fingers inside. "Oh, yes …" she moaned. "Right there."
Izuku released her breasts to hook his fingers in the edge of the thong and pull it down. Difficult to do with his other hand still inside her, and even more so with her tail desperately trying to brush against him, but Kamiko helped him by carefully moving her legs through the holes, trying not to accidentally knee him in the sides. After some fumbling, they successfully removed the garment. But during the process, she came. The orgasm hit her like a blast, causing her to shudder before collapsing on top of him. If the sudden fall hurt him, Izuku did not say, and she did not ask. Instead, Kamiko continued fisting him and pulling his boxers down. Removing his underwear was much easier. He followed her with his own release.
The effort from keeping this up left both of them panting for air. Kamiko looked up at him. A blush so red marred his cheeks. From exertion. She imagined that her own face looked no different, reddish fur turning redder. Grinning, she spoke, "That was good. Want to keep going?"
He nodded. Kamiko sat up, licking his semen off her hand. She watched him study her feasting on his arousal, her free tits, and her bare sex. To her curiosity, Izuku pushed her tits back inside the bra. The question must have been clear as day on her face because he explained, "I want to admire you in green a little longer. So, please, let me clean you, too." His hands came to either side of her thighs, nudging her closer to his head. Kamiko let him scoot her higher and higher and adjust her legs on either side of his head, until her sex was directly above his mouth. "Hold the armrest, Kamiko. You'll need the support." She did as he directed. "Ride me."
Shifting her hips back and forth, unhurriedly, Kamiko felt Izuku's tongue lave across her folds. He matched her speed, and soon, they found the perfect route to euphoria. Knuckles turning white from trying to keep herself lifted, Kamiko threw her head back. Her gaze landed on the window two meters away from the sofa. Specifically, her reflection. A dim outline of her upper body shown, where it heaved back and forth. If anyone were to look from outside, they would see a sweet-looking, flushed-face woman wearing a green lace bra doing some not so very sweet things. But no one was going to look from outside; this was a private lodge on privately-owned property. However, it would have been a lie to say that Kamiko was not even slightly aroused by looking at herself have oral sex.
She glanced down, only to see Izuku staring up at her through half-lidded eyes. His hands had wrapped around her ass, fondling the cheeks and balancing her weight from below. Inspired by the reflection, Kamiko decided to give him a show. Easing her deathlike grip on the sofa, deep imprints of her hands were left on the leather. Through the lace, she tweaked her nipples. They rose and fell, swelled and relaxed. Arching her back, her sex came even closer to his face. A moan found its way from inside her as he lightly bit her clitoris. Stars exploded like balloons. Her hips moved faster. Soon enough, Kamiko was riding his face in every sense of the word. Izuku had resumed tracing her clit with his thumb, and there were only seconds left until she came all over his mouth.
And he fucking drank her arousal like nectar.
As he slurped and downed every drop of her orgasm, Kamiko knew it had been the perfect idea to celebrate his birthday here.
With what she had planned for tonight, he would absolutely love it, too.
It had only been a few hours since they arrived, but Izuku was already beginning to feel right at home.
After drinking Kamiko's come like a thirsty man, he had been ready to shove himself deep inside her. Promptly switching their positions, he had distractedly fumbled his jeans pockets for a condom while unhooking her bra. Five seconds later, he found one. Ten seconds later, he put it on. Two seconds later, he entered her. They fucked each other with the desperation of two starving souls, not stopping until they were exhausted after a few rounds. Izuku was certain they broke all four of the sofa legs with the speed they went at it.
Night had fallen, now. They had dinner, and Izuku was all too hungry for dessert.
The dessert being Kamiko.
She had another pre-birthday surprise for him.
And when she got out of the bedroom, he understood immediately.
Knee-length navy blue dress with white frills for hems. Matched with a choker of the same shade of blue, brown leather gloves, brown leather boots, and a gold medallion centerpiece on the belt. The best part of the ensemble was the blue top hat. Definitely the hat. Izuku had seen her wear this outfit last year, when they had just started going out together. It was the first time he had been aroused looking at Kamiko, and now she was going to fulfill his fantasy from then. She strode over to the front of the fireplace and played a slow, romantic tune on her phone before setting it on the sound amplifier. The lodge echoed with the thrums of violin and bass. Izuku sat in a couch across from her, drinking a mug of coffee, watching the whole scene with unveiled curiosity.
Swaying her hips left and right, Kamiko began unbuckling the belt before tossing it to him. Izuku caught it in one hand before letting it drop to the side. Then she carefully unbuttoned the outer coat of the dress. One by one. Jutting her chest forward with each loose button. His eyes landing on each opening, memorizing her figure. Meanwhile, she set one foot on top of a stool, slowly unzipping the boot. Then she did the same with the other. Izuku took a small sip, observing the dance in front of him with laser-focused interest. He knew that she noticed him not once breaking his gaze away from her.
During all their trysts, Izuku had noticed a pattern: Kamiko loved performances. Specifically, when she was the performer and he was the audience. Something about being in control of the foreplay scintillated her, and who was he to deny her that satisfaction? Like an obedient boyfriend, Izuku let Kamiko have her way with him. Which was why when she threw the jacket at his face, he removed it without complaint.
The action left her in a flimsy, see-through white chemise. Kamiko continued with the seductive dance, keeping in sync with his coffee-drinking. Izuku made sure to drink very slowly, savor both the beverage and the performance thoroughly. At one point, she approached him close enough to unclasp the choker on her neck and hook it on him before moving back to the fireplace stage. Kamiko wore neither a bra nor underwear, and top it off, the chemise was backless. She emphasized her nudity by dragging her fingers up her thighs and hips, bringing the fabric with it.
The amber of her eyes were concealed behind the wide-blown black pupils. Izuku was sure his eyes looked no different. The hat and gloves were not helping his situation any bit. Instead, he imagined having Kamiko sprawled over the couch in that getup. She would demand that he eat her out. And he would. Then she would tell him to lie on his back so she could ride him like a Western cowgirl. He would look up at her, with the hat on her head and her gloved hands all over him. That was a sight he would love very much.
But he said none of that. When Izuku downed the last drops of coffee, he set the mug on the table beside him with an audible thud.
Taking the cue, Kamiko saundered toward him, still moving her hips to the beat of the slow music. Kneeling in front of him, she tugged at his shirt. Izuku helped her get it off his head. Her gaze roamed the expanse of his chest, studying each scar and plane, running her fingers across his skin, making his skin burn beneath her touch. Eventually, she reached his trousers. Drawstring brown pants that bulged at the center. Kamiko licked her lips at seeing his arousal, and Izuku felt more blood rush down there at the gesture.
Pulling down his pants, his cock sprung free from the confines, already erect. Already willing to be fucked.
And Kamiko swallowed it whole. There was nothing slow and steady about it. If he had been taking his sweet time drinking the coffee, then Kamiko was gulping him like a thirst-ridden wanderer. Up and down. Her tongue drew circles around him, practically inhaling him. With one hand against his inner thigh, Kamiko ushered him to keep his legs apart. With the other, she massaged his balls. Izuku's hands came down to her hair. So much for being the silent recipient. He guided her to suck him in a way that made lightning appear in his vision. Lightning that threatened to envelop him completely in their tempests. If Kamiko's perception of an orgasm was seeing stars and supernovas, then his perception of one was thunder and bolts that electrified his very being. Already, the inner storm began to build. It amplified when his ministrations led to seem deep moaning from Kamiko and shallow breaths from himself.
By the time he came into her mouth, Izuku had forgotten how to breathe.
Lines of viscous liquid dripped down both corners of her mouth like a vampire drinking blood. Except the fluid was white, and her tongue darted out to catch those stray drops.
Lust churned in those black depths of her eyes. His only warning before Kamiko climbed onto the couch, straddling his hips. Izuku reached behind her neck, untying the knot that held her chemise up. The fabric unraveled instantly, crumpling in a heap around her waist. Her beautiful breasts were exposed, and he wasted no time ravishing them. Kneading one and licking the other, he peppered Kamiko's chest with kisses and adorations. Her head fell back as she pushed her body further into his hands and mouth. Crossing her legs around his midriff, she rolled back and forth across his lap, her sex rubbing across his dick.
Pre-come dripped down her thighs. The slickness elicited a groan from somewhere deep inside him, but he resisted the urge to penetrate her immediately.
Kamiko dug her fingers into his hair, pulling his head away from her breasts momentarily, only to drag him into a long kiss. Izuku forgot where he ended and she began. Perhaps it did not matter at all. All he could taste was the mingling of coffee remnants on his lips and his semen inside her mouth. All he could feel was her hands in his hair, her legs around him, her heaving chest against his own, and the flames of passion. All he could hear were the delectable moans leaving her throat with each kiss. All he could see was copper and grey and strawberry blonde. All he could smell were their arousals. Salty. Sweet. Musk.
When they pulled apart, a giddy laugh escaped from both of them. Flushed faces, messy hair, and still hungry for more. Touching foreheads, Kamiko gasped in between breaths, "I have something you'll like."
Izuku kissed her again. A short, quick one. "You've already given me so many presents in just a single day. How can you possibly top this?"
"Like this."
Kamiko tugged the dress over her shoulders. Before dropping it onto the floor, she pulled a small package out of the chemise. A condom. Izuku opened his mouth to tell her that he had brought plenty, but quieted immediately when she tore apart the packaging with just her teeth. Then he noticed it looked slightly different from the ones he wore. Kamiko allotted it against the opening of her vagina, increasing the gap between her legs to accommodate it properly. Sliding one gloved finger inside the condom, she inserted it all the way inside herself. Izuku watched her move her index finger around, ensuring the condom stuck against the inner walls. Once satisfied, she withdrew her finger and explained, "It doesn't seem fair that you're always stuck having to wear contraception. I thought the safest way to share the responsibility was to occasionally wear an internal condom."
"Does it hurt?" Izuku asked. "I mean, is it uncomfortable to wear?"
She shook her head. "For now, it's good. We'll find out after having sex. Speaking of which … Lie down."
Izuku blinked. "Sure, I would, but we're on a couch. Not exactly enough legroom for me to get on my back."
Kamiko snorted. "My depraved angel, this cabin was designed with the intention to destroy every area with legroom through raunchy sex." With that, Kamiko leaned to the side, searching for a lever on the side of the couch. Immediately, the base of the couch pulled out, expanding the furniture into a small single-person bed. "Now. Lie down."
Huffing out a breathless laugh, Izuku rose to his haunches, shimmying down the couch until his back rested against the cushion completely. Kamiko did the same until she was sitting on top of his penis. His fantasy from earlier was about to come true: Western cowgirl Kamiko with the blue top hat and brown leather girls was going to ride him until he was exhausted. Maybe even after that.
And without further preempt, she slid down his length. Izuku grabbed her hips to keep her balanced. Because if the broken sofa was any indication, this couch was going to fare much worse. Kamiko started slow, going all the way down him before nearly sliding all the way out. The sex indeed felt different with her wearing the condom. A good kind of different. Perhaps the view had a role to play as well. Just looking at a topless Kamiko with her thick thighs around him incited all sorts of carnal feelings inside him. The sweat beading on her sternum, the slow rise and fall of her breasts, the backlight behind her creating shadows on all her perfect curves. And her thighs. Those gorgeous thighs wrenching him dry. He hoped to give Kamiko at least some modicum of the pleasure he was feeling, if not the entirety. Izuku traced circles against her clitoris, sending shudders up Kamiko's spine. Her eyes closed and pace staggered a bit before continuing.
Bracing her palms against his chest to seek purchase, Kamiko thrusted back and forth. Her flat press morphed into claws as their speed steadily increased. Were it not for the gloves, she would have gouged scratches into his pecs. Not that he would have minded. Rather, he slid his fingers between her folds, parting her sex even wider.
"K-Kamiko," he rasped. "I'm going to orgasm soon. Do you … do you want to withdraw?"
"No," she murmured, now riding him so fast the couch had begun shaking. "I want your come to fill me. Fill the condom. Trickle down my legs."
"Raunchy sex in every sense of the word?"
"Raunchy sex, indeed." They went at it so rapidly that the couch toppled over. A yelp left Kamiko's mouth as she fell on top of him. Not a millimeter's gap was left between their bodies, and the new angle of penetration elicited a gorgeous groan from her. "Oh, that was brilliant." And they promptly resumed fucking. Kamiko nipped and suckled at his neck while Izuku fondled and massaged her ass. "You know …" she began speaking in between kisses, her tongue licking his pulse point. "There's not much of a difference between a Greek god and a fallen angel. Both have the sexiest bodies, and both tempt mortals to sin."
"I could say the same about Greek goddesses and demons, then," Izuku responded, arching his back to give Kamiko better access. "The seduction was initiated by them. What am I supposed to do when my goddess demands to be ravished?"
"Do exactly as she wishes," Kamiko replied just as she freed his neck for his mouth.
Izuku feasted her moans like dessert as the orgasm shook through her. A few thrusts before she collapsed onto him. But he was not done yet. His hips rose from the ground, seeking their own release. Digging his fingers into her back and never parting from her mouth, Izuku wanted to never separate from her. The wishful part of him hoped to stay like this forever, wrapped around each other, him buried inside her. So when he ultimately came inside her, the lamentation of separating nagged at him.
Kamiko lifted herself up, extricating herself from him. His semen immediately ran down her inner thighs, drops falling to the floor. Izuku watched her remove the internal condom, filled completely to the opening, spilling onto the ground. "I can clean up," he offered, already arching his head toward the kitchen for tissues.
But Kamiko tilted his face back toward her. Twisting themselves so that she lied on the hardwood surface, and he hovered above her. She placed the hat onto his head. "Later. The goddess has not been thoroughly ravished."
"As my goddess desires," he answered against her lips as he single-handedly fumbled for his pants lying somewhere to search for an unused condom.
"Happy birthday, Izuku," Kamiko whispered into his ear just as the first rays of dawn filtered through the window.
He mumbled something in his sleep, squeezing his eyes before relaxing. And then he went right back to sleep. A soft giggle fled her mouth at his adorable behavior. Gazing at him sleep was a treasure. The steady rise and fall of his back. The quiet huffs that left his lips. That mess of curls, and those eyes closed in a way as though there was no other place he would rather be in the world. Izuku slept across her body, her chest a pillow, her legs a blanket. His own arms had come around her, caging her in his embrace wholly. Truth be told, there was nowhere Kamiko wanted to be than in his warmth.
Which was why when the first lines of strain appeared on his forehead, Kamiko was quick to worry.
"Izuku?" she asked, as a quiet whine escaped him. He clutched her tighter before relaxing a tad bit. Only to whimper again. Kamiko ran her fingers through his hair, trying to assuage him through his sleep. Was he having a nightmare? It certainly seemed like it. "Everything's okay, my angel. Whatever's plaguing you, it's not real." But her words were not getting to him. Tears began streaming from the corners of his tightly shut eyes, and those whines started to turn into shouts.
"I'm sorry!" he wailed all of a sudden. "I really am!"
Kamiko was taken aback. She knew that he had PTSD from his time fighting Shigaraki. It was how he met his psychiatrist and took her to see the same doctor after her traumatic incident. Yet this was the first time she was actually seeing him go through a nightmare. It hurt him. It hurt her to see him hurt.
The mate bond surged through her, primal instinct even stronger. She hugged him, pulling him up closer to her head until she could press her mouth against the top of his curls. Her legs wrapped around his torso, keeping him from thrashing. She murmured assurances and promises into his hair. "I love you," Kamiko said before planting a kiss. "You've done nothing wrong. You did your best, Izuku." More kisses. More hugs. His nightmare was getting worse. The fighting nearly shook her off the bed. The screams echoing off the cabin walls. "Don't blame yourself anymore," she pled harder. "You can't save everyone, and that's a harsh fact of life. The most you can do is remember their losses and try harder next time. Izuku, please, don't let the guilt consume you."
Her words did not reach him, though. Instead, all she could do was hold him as the nightmare continued. Futile were her efforts to soothe him. Izuku lashed around, combating demons only he could see. Her heart ached at his pain and her own helplessness. His tears dripped onto her gown. Kamiko's own trailed down, mingling with his. She lost track of time. Dawn turned to sunrise, but Izuku had not woken up.
Minutes, or perhaps hours later, he finally did.
Blearily, he shook his head, making sense of his surroundings. "Kamiko? What time is it?"
A whole new burst of tears erupted from Kamiko at hearing his voice. Peppering his face with kisses before responding, there was no measure for her joy. "About time you woke up, sleepyhead!"
He lifted himself to his hands and knees, shaking off the last vestiges of drowsiness. "I remember having bad dreams. People burning, corpses animating, All for One … Did I-" His question ended abruptly as he stared down at her. "Did I do this to you?"
Kamiko looked down at herself. There were scratches and bruises from when he was flailing in his sleep, and she was trying to restrain him. Not many, but prominent enough that her lingerie could not hide them. "It's okay, Izuku! This is my fault. I tried holding you to keep you from injuring yourself." But his eyes were already shining with a new batch of unreleased tears. Seconds later, they were unleashed. It was his turn to lavish her with kisses. Apologizing profusely between pecks, Izuku scorned himself for what he had unintentionally done to her. And Kamiko reassured him that she was all right. "Listen to me, Izuku. I don't hold you responsible at all. Please, don't guilt-trip yourself, either, okay? We're here to celebrate your birthday, remember? Lots of private time, lots of sex. Here, I know what we can do to make you feel better."
She reached for a small vial on the nightstand. Clear pink liquid swirled in the glass bottle before Kamiko popped open the lid and downed the contents. She beckoned Izuku for a kiss, inviting him to have a taste of the syrup. He complied immediately.
Their lips met, and Kamiko parted hers to give him access. His tongue darted between her teeth, lapping up small sips of the aphrodisiac. Tilting her head to the side, Kamiko ravished the inside of his mouth. Tugging his bottom lip. Running her tongue across his teeth. Tasting the last remnants of their escapades from the previous night. His hands came to either side of her thighs, lifting the hem of the violet lingerie up and up. She trailed her own across his bare back, feeling his muscles tense and ripple beneath her touch.
Izuku's erection pressed through his sweatpants. Kamiko crossed her ankles behind his back, pressing her own arousal against his. Although she had swallowed her portion of the aphrodisiac, he had not let go of her mouth. Not that she wanted him to. He tasted delightful. If the potion was sweet, then he was sweeter. According to Echidna, the effects would take place within two hours, and last for twenty-four. Which meant twenty-four hours of absolute debauchery. Glorious debauchery.
The idea was scintillating. Groaning into his mouth, Kamiko raked her fingers down his back. She wanted to keep going, but Izuku broke their kiss, panting for oxygen.
She looked at him, and he stared at her apparel. A see-through purple nightgown that barely covered her hips. And it hardly left anything to imagination. Little lace roses adorned the fabric, and a ribbon knot held the garment together. "This is lovely," Izuku remarked, playing with the ribbon. "You're stunning."
"Want to know the best part?" she smirked into his ear. "It opens from the front."
He needed no further indication after that. Izuku practically ripped the ribbon away, opening the lingerie completely. Moments later, his face was hidden between her breasts. Kamiko instantly relaxed. She was not sure if Echidna was correct about the liquid; she was already hungry with desire right now. Perhaps it had to do with the mate bond. Perhaps it had to do with the fact she was ovulating. Whatever the reason, Kamiko wanted Izuku. Inside. Her. Right. Now.
But she held back her tongue. Having sex like that was not right. Especially not after what transpired shortly before. Maybe some other time. For now, Kamiko had to convince Izuku that it was okay for him to be vulnerable in front of her.
"Touch me," she breathed. "Make love to me."
He kneaded her right breast as he suckled her left. Drawing circles with his tongue, rolling the nipple with his thumb and forefinger. The few scratches and bruises that had manifested during their earlier struggle disappeared between his lips. Izuku kissed them, healed them with his touch. There was an untold 'sorry' in his every mannerism, and a silent 'it's okay' in her every caress. She combed her fingers into his hair, pulling his face closer to her body. He switched breasts, and Kamiko closed her eyes, letting the euphoria settle over her. It felt like second nature to push his sweatpants down and rub his cock against her underwear. From somewhere in those pants' pockets, she found a condom. Not wasting a single second, Kamiko bit into the plastic packaging, tearing it apart. Finding the rubber item inside, she smoothed it over Izuku's dick.
With a few final licks and pinches to her chest, Izuku kissed his way down her stomach, stopping just short of the underwear. Violet lace, just like the lingerie. See-through and flimsy. It was soaked with her arousal. Catching the lace between his teeth, he slowly slid it down her legs. It was an utterly new sensation: his teeth against her sex. Marvelous.
Once Kamiko had kicked it the rest of the way off her feet, she spread her legs wide open, and Izuku swiftly entered her. Throwing her head back, Kamiko shifted around a bit, finding the perfect angle for both their pleasures. Crossing her legs behind him once more, she whispered, "Go as fast as you desire. Or as slow as you want. Take whatever you need from me, and I promise to give all of it to you."
"Slow," Izuku answered against her neck. "Really slow. Before the aphrodisiac colors everything in lust, I really want to feel this."
"As you wish, my angel."
True to their word, the sex began slow. There was a reverence to his thrusts; a veneration to her embraces. For the first time, Kamiko understood what it meant to truly make love. Indeed, there was plenty of adoration in all the other times they had slept together, but nothing like this. Not like how Izuku sketched stars and hearts all over her body. Not like how Kamiko pressed her lips against every square centimeter of his scars. They shifted positions throughout their lovemaking. First, Kamiko lied against the mattress. Then Izuku. Then both of them side by side. Facing toward each other. Facing away. She was so lost in him that it did not really matter who was on top and who was at bottom.
Between every caress of her mouth, Kamiko swore her love. "I love you. I care about you."
Her promises were met with his own. "You're my life. Never again will I hurt you."
"You didn't hurt me. I'll always be here for you." And their vows repeated.
Izuku released his ministrations on her shoulders to cup Kamiko's head back and drag her into a deep kiss. The pressure of the kiss … the pressure of everything … it was too much. Her boyfriend's groans into her mouth did not help at all. Guttural. Raspy. Izuku was feeling the intensity just as much as she was. He thrust his hips a bit harder just as his arm came around her waist, squeezing her tight. And though it was all so much, Kamiko could not have enough of him. The pleasure building was indescribable. "Are you okay?" he panted, revealing just how much this level of intimacy was affecting him.
She nibbled at his lower lip. "No. I want more."
Kamiko felt his smile against her mouth. "As my demon goddess wishes," parroting her own words. She angled her hips and rocked backward into him, her sex swallowing another gracious two centimeters of his cock. Her legs, sprawled across him and the bed, quivered. Izuku released his grip on her stomach to steady her thigh. "Are you sure? We can stop."
"Izuku," she interrupted. "You're too chivalrous for your own good sometimes. You want this. I want this. Please, make love to me, and let me make love to you."
A small laugh left him. "Just checking. It's my duty to check."
Within a second, he grabbed hold of her breast, deepening the angle of penetration. Pulling her flush against him, his dick impaled her completely. Kamiko's eyes nearly rolled into the back of her head from the sensation. "Plenty more, no?" Izuku asked, before withdrawing completely. She nearly cried from the emptiness before he slammed back into her, eliciting a scream from her instead.
Her breath left her body. "Do that again! Please!" And so he did. "Oh my gods! Once more!"
"What happened to taking things slow?" Izuku chuckled into her ear.
"This is slow! We've been at this for more than an hour!"
"Point noted." Kamiko kept demanding more; Izuku kept giving more. At some point, her vagina could not decide whether to continue sucking him in or expulsing him out. The orgasm that was crescendoing inside her was nothing compared to her first time. The supernovas were magnificent. Blues, yellows, oranges. A rainbow of colors exploded behind her eyelids. The joy … the happiness … unsurmountable. Kamiko was willing to bet that not even the aphrodisiac would grant her this level of ecstasy. Her hands found his head, her fingers buried themselves into his curls. The most deplorable moans escaped her throat. High-pitched, low-pitched. Squeals, rumbles. Not to mention all the ridiculous phrases.
Between one light push and one grand thrust, she shouted, "Tomorrow morning, wake me up with your face in my center."
A shudder trembled through Izuku as he tried to suppress his amusement. "Okay. Done."
"Actually, with your cock. I want your cock in me when I arise. Fuck me awake."
"You don't actually mean that."
"I do! Every time we sleep together, the following morning, you ravish me."
He could not repress the laughter anymore. It rang in the air, filling her soul just as his dick filled her body. "You can't be serious!"
To prove her point, Kamiko yanked his hair. "I am! Let's make a pact. If you wake up before me, then you enter me. If I wake up before you, then I will personally slot your penis inside me. What say?"
"Are you sure the aphrodisiac hasn't taken effect yet?"
"I'm sure."
"We'll see once the effect wears off."
Stars the size of Sirius detonated. Dark purples and neon pinks flooded her vision. Her orgasm reached its peak. Steadily, it ebbed. The stars became smaller. The supernovas tinier. The colors dimmer. Just as the last of her stars burst, Kamiko said, "How about this: next time you have a nightmare, think about this morning? Maybe we can even recreate it?"
Izuku followed her with his own release a minute later. "That I can agree to."
One morning escapade led into the next, into the next, into the next.
Long since the potion took effect. It worked differently to what Izuku had anticipated. He had imagined that the most it would do was increase blood flow to his penis and lubrication in Kamiko's vagina. Perhaps some hormone fluctuations as well. But Echidna's concoction did so much more. Every sense was heightened. Vision, smell, audition, taste, touch … all of them were amplified. At least, when it came to his focus of desire: Kamiko. During his morning routine, he sensed no changes. Not even during breakfast.
But sometime afterward things changed. Kamiko had suggested taking a swim in the lake. And as he looked at her fetch a bathing suit from her suitcase, everything around him dulled except her. Like a movie scene, where everything except the main character blurred to put more emphasis. Suddenly, Izuku was aware of the little beads of sweat on the back of her neck forming from the summer heat. The hint of redness in her cheeks that colored her bronze fur to copper. No doubt, she was searching for something scintillating as the outfits she brought. In fact, if he concentrated a little harder, he could pinpoint hear her heart beat and lungs ventilate. Smell was not a problem at all. Despite cleaning up, the hints of their early rendezvous lingered on her body.
Kamiko was easy to read. As soon as she found what she was looking for, her tail stilled and straightened. She turned around to head to the bathroom. Yet as soon as their eyes met, russet turned to a deep red, dyeing even the grey parts of her body a baby pink. Izuku imagined that he did not look much different. Perhaps he was also a burning shade of fiery red. On the inside, he certainly felt that way. The syrup was working on her, just as it did on him. And right now, his brain and mostly his penis hollered at him to pin her against the wall and take her. Looking at her wide-blown pupils, maybe she would not mind.
But Izuku did nothing of the sort. Rather, he declared, "I'll go to the lake first. You can meet me there. Take your time."
Without waiting for her reply, he left the bedroom. "Get a hold of yourself, Midoriya Izuku," he reprimanded himself. There was time for full ravishment later. Right now, they were just going for a swim.
A swim. At a lovers' cabin. After a whole day, a whole night, and a whole morning of lovemaking. After months of having weekly sex. Knowing that they would be half-naked and wet - a lethal combination. Who was he kidding? It was obvious that seeing his girlfriend in a bathing suit would drive him absolutely randy in a way never done before.
Wait and watch, Izuku decided ultimately.
He already had his swimming trunks in hand. Promptly changing into them in the living room, he stepped out onto the deck and took in the late morning fresh air. At least, he tried to. If only the potion would let him sense anything past Kamiko and her gorgeous body. Which was why when he descended the stairs from the deck and leaped into the lake, the coldness did not bother him. Whatever cold shower, cold bath tempering effects he had been hoping from the water … none of it happened. "I should have known better. The cold shower I took the first time I saw Kamiko naked didn't do anything. Why should cold water help now?" This was agonizing. For his mind. For his sanity. For his length.
Izuku leaned against one of the rocks protruding from the shallow end of the lake. Crossing his hands behind his head, closing his eyes, trying to sort his thoughts.
Then he heard, rather than saw, Kamiko join him, sidling next to him. He felt, rather than saw, her press her hands against his chest. He smelled, rather than saw, the arousal burning from her. With her mouth right beside his ear, she murmured, "Won't you look at your birthday gift?"
"Haven't you already given me mine?" Izuku murmured back.
"No," she responded, biting his earlobe. "My suitcase is packed with your presents, and you haven't seen its entirety." Just as she pushed at his chest and meandered some distance away, Izuku opened his eyes. Maybe he should have stopped underestimating her seduction skills. Every time he thought that there was no way his love could top off what she did, she proved him wrong. The swimsuit was incredible. Black. Strapless. One-piece. Yet it was styled like a bikini with two large triangle-shaped gaps between the bra and the thong. A single band of fabric around her upper abdomen served as a garter, connecting the two parts. Three loop hooks along the center of the suit kept the ensemble together - one between the breast pads, one between the garter, and one between the underwear waist lining. He wondered if the hooks were removable. Especially the first one. The bathing suit revealed the entire of her cleavage, and it clung to her in a way that lifted her copious breasts up. "What do you think?" Kamiko twirled around, revealing the half-backless part, before returning to face him.
He pushed off against the rock, moving closer to her. "I like what I see; maybe I'll love what comes after." To prove his point, he slipped a finger in the second loop. Lust simmered in their gazes, and he did not believe he imagined it when Kamiko stifled a moan at his touch.
But before desire wholly consumed them, Kamiko stepped back and threw her head back. "Race you to the pink magnolia tree!" And she quickly began freestyling.
"That's cheating!" Izuku returned before following her.
They never reached the magnolia tree.
Most likely because neither of them cared about the tree.
About one-quarter into the race, the temperature of the water seeped into Kamiko. It was cold at first, shocking her skin as she cut through the surface with powerful strokes, trying to gain ground on Izuku. He was a bit ahead, his strong form slicing through the water with ease, but she was not far behind. The sound of their splashing filled the air.
But something shifted.
As she swam, her focus began to blur. It was not the race anymore. She was no longer thinking about winning - she was thinking about him. The way the water clung to his body, the strength in his strokes, the quiet determination in his eyes. Izuku's face, framed by droplets of water, was all she could see, all she could feel at that moment. Her pulse quickened, but not from the competition. Her breath came in quick bursts.
Around the halfway point, she had half a mind to halt. Kamiko could not stop her eyes from drifting to him. He was still ahead, of course, but something inside her wanted to slow down, to savor the way the lake felt against her skin, the way his presence felt just beyond her reach.
And then, without warning, she stopped.
The water surrounded her, crading her gently, and for a long moment, she simply floated, her sight fixed on him as he swam ahead. It was not about winning. The magnolia tree in the distance might as well have been a dream, far away and forgotten. There was only him. Her heart thundered in her chest, louder than the rush of the water.
Izuku seemed to sense the shift, and he slowed too, turning to glance over his shoulder. His eyes met hers, and for a second, everything seemed to pause. The sound of the lake, the birds in the trees, the world - yes, the aphrodisiac had already dimmed most of her awareness of her surroundings - but it had all faded into the background. In a manner that was impossible not to notice, even in her intoxicated state. The only thing that existed was the weight of his gaze, the unspoken tension that hung between them.
One glance at his lips, and she was caught like a fish on a hook. They curved slightly when he realized she was not following the race anymore.
His voice was low when he spoke, his tone light but full of something else - something she could not ignore. "What's wrong? Don't tell me you've already given up."
But it was not giving up, not at all. Kamiko was not sure what it was. All she knew was that she was not racing anymore. She did not want to. Not when everything inside her was telling her stop, to just be with him.
Kamiko swam toward him, her strokes slower, more deliberate, as if she could not keep herself from moving closer. When she reached him, there was no question. She was here, in the water, inches away from him, and there was nowhere else in the world she wanted to be. Izuku's expression softened as she approached, no longer the playful competitor, but something else entirely. Tousled hair, droplets beading on his skin, and hunger demanding to be satiated. Kamiko answered his question with her actions.
Pulling both of them into the water until their heads were completely submerged, she leaned in, closing the space between them. Izuku's lips were astonishingly warm when they touched hers - tentative at first, like he was waiting for some sign, some confirmation that this was real. It endeared her. His innocence even in the face of their countless trysts. The kiss was gentle, slow, but it deepened quickly. She could taste the freshness of the lake on his lips, the faintest taste of salt from the water. His hands were gentle on her back, urging her nearer.
That changed soon enough.
No longer did the coldness chill her. It urged her. Incited her. Consumed her. They broke the kiss briefly to break the surface and catch their breaths before sinking again. This time, there was none of the softness and tenderness. Raw carnal anticipation dictated their every motion. Her thighs straddling his waist. His hands tangled into her hair, undoing the low bun she had made. Kamiko's tresses wafted around them, free from their confines. They reached out and played with Izuku's locks. Their tongues clashed, teeth smashed. There was biting, tugging, sucking. She studied his mouth like she was examining it for the first time.
They resurfaced again. After inhaling more oxygen, Kamiko was ready to dive back under. But Izuku stopped her. Resting his forehead against hers, he breathed, "I'll give you all the underwater kisses you want. But how far do you want to take this?"
"To the rocks underneath the magnolia tree. Lavish me spoiled."
There was only a few meters gap between them and the tree. Izuku and Kamiko silently chose to swim their way there. More accurately, kiss their way there. Once they went under again, he fiddled with the breast hook. Realizing that it was not removable, he opted to pull the bra down. Her breasts heaved up immediately. And he fondled her brown nipples with his fingers and laved them with his tongue. The breath almost left her body. Though the pressure of the bathing suit pinched into her diaphragm, she liked it. Reaching shallow levels, they stumbled out of the water. His head was still buried in her chest as he lay her against a diagonally angled boulder.
Izuku pulled the rest of the swimsuit down her legs. On a wet body, it was nigh impossible. Not that she really cared, especially when he did it with his teeth. Starting from her sternum, going down her stomach, finishing at her clitoris. Single-handedly, he grasped a low-hanging branch of the tree and plucked a magnolia flower. Running the blossom up her body, Kamiko's skin alighted where its petals made contact. Izuku perused her body the way a husband would to his bride on their wedding night. Her nipples hardened as its soft petals tickled her breasts. Pre-come streamed from her vagina as his ministrations continued. Filthy moans left her filthy mouth as she begged Izuku to take her.
"Condom," he reminded between a love bite at her collarbone.
"Check the bra," Kamiko hissed as she clawed at his back, bringing his body closer to hers. From somewhere by his feet, Izuku kicked it upward, catching it midair. Indeed, there was an internal condom tucked in there. "Put it inside me."
He ripped the covering with both hands before inserting one finger at its opening. Then he shifted to her entrance and slipped that finger inside her. The rubber elongated and expanded as it clung to her vaginal walls. Exquisite. Delight galore. It would be even better once his dick entered her. "Is this good?" he asked, believing he had slotted the condom correctly.
"Yes. Let's not delay this anymore."
"Agreed."
Izuku turned her around in one fluid motion; her front body pressed against the cool surface of the rock. A long sigh fled her body, and she spread her legs to give him access. "Touch me all over, Izuku. Don't hold back." So he slipped his cock into her all the way. So fast, with so much pressure, that Kamiko rose to her tip-toes before settling down. Crossing her arms behind her, she dug her fingers into his hair, bringing his lips to the slope of her neck. He grabbed a mouthful of the flesh, biting hard, before releasing. Her tail came around his leg, brushing his skin, mirroring the strain in his body. Red teeth marks adorned the area like rubies. She seeked more. His hands came to her front, playing with the breasts and clitoris he loved so much.
Dirty praises echoed all around the forest. Likely due to the fact that they were having sex out in the open emboldened in her all. The sounds of nature had returned - water rippling, birds singing, squirrels scuttling. And then there was them - fucking. "Come on, my angel," she goaded. "After months of practice, surely you can rail me until I am transported to another galaxy. Fuck me so hard!" He grunted into her nape before increasing the pace. Much better, but the performance could be improved. Maybe some reward would help. "You know, I was serious this morning. About waking up to sex. If you can fuck me until I cannot walk, I will personally set an alarm to get up before you. Then rise you awake with glorious intercourse."
He groaned, "Your dirty mouth is going to be the end of me. All right. I'm going to hold you to that."
And he pounded into her at speeds like never before. Kamiko made a mental note to thank Echidna after they returned to the city tomorrow afternoon. "What do you say about staying out here for a while longer?"
"You mean after this round?"
She nodded. "Outdoor sex has its own appeal, does it not?"
"As my goddess wishes."
"You tell me; it's your birthday."
"My happiness lies with you," he grinned as he tugged her ear between his front teeth.
She reached for his thighs behind her and dragged him forward, aiming to wrench him dry of come.
Kamiko murmured as the pleasure began to build, "I love you."
"And I love you more."