Izuku stepped out of the bathroom right after showering, something he did right after Ochaco. He saw the bed's canopy curtain was closed. Behind it, he could see Ochaco waiting for him, the light barely giving him a glimpse of her curves.

He slid onto the bed, pulling back the canopy curtain. He laid his eyes on his beautiful wife, and was greeted by her naked form. He smiled at the sight. "You look stunning, Ochaco."

She smiled at the compliment. "Thank you, dearest. Come to bed, My Heart."

"I love the light on your skin," he whispered, his hand caressing her thighs.

"Whereas I would prefer something else on my skin," she teased. "Perhaps you have some ideas, beloved?"

"Perhaps I do. Time to break that bed," he smirked.

The Evoker's hand went up her body, his thumb grazing her soft skin as he admired her form. He cupped her cheeks as he sat behind her, her back leaning on his torso.

"Let us try not to break it, dearest...finding another one is rather more difficult in Elsewhere than in Japan," her fingers caressing his chin.

"I'll try to be gentle. I wouldn't want to break...the bed."

"I am certain the...bed...will stand some strenuous activity, dearest. But it might appreciate a gentle touch, regardless."

They relaxed, feeling each other's heat on their skin. Izuku felt her hip pressing against his leg, the faint hint of peppermint on her breath as it caressed his face.

"My Love? What is it?" she whispered, sensing his pause.

"You're gorgeous."

She giggled, turning her head to face him, their lips mere inches apart. "And you, dearest, are biased. But I am glad you still think so."

"Always."

"What part of me is it you love so much?"

He thought for a moment, and said, "Your neck."

"What an odd thing to say, My Love."

"I love the little shiver you give when I kiss you where it meets the ear," he whispered, planting a gentle kiss on the nape of her neck. "There it is."

"Ahh," she sighed, closing her eyes as his hands began exploring her body.

"It's slim, and elegant, and totally kissable. Just like you."

"And that is all?" she teased, his hand tracing her waist, and the curve of her hips. The hungry eyes of her husband met hers, sending a jolt to her core.

"Fishing for compliments, dear?" he teased, smirking as his hands found her breasts, caressing the soft mound.

"A girl could be unsure, watching her handsome young husband surrounded by a coterie of beautiful women."

"This, after playing matchmaker with some of them?"

"It was always going to happen, from where I was standing. I am happy with Momo and Melissa being with you and I know you will come back to me. But that did not mean I would not appreciate the occasional compliment."

"You're always the first in my heart, Ochaco. Always and forever, no matter what happens. I will always find my way back to you."

"I love you, Izuku. Make sure to keep that promise. Always come back to me and our children."

"I will. Always."

"And we have gone on a tangent. I believe you were telling me how much you liked my body? What else do you like about it?"

"I like your hair."

"My hair?" she repeated, amused. "It was nothing special, and it takes longer than I would like to admit to straighten up the tangles it made."

"I love how it frames your face, the scent of it, the feel of the strands running through my fingers," he gently massaged her scalp.

"And that is all?"

Izuku's hands cupped Ochaco's breasts, the softness filling his palm as his thumb briefly brushed against her right nipple, earning a moan. "Your breasts are hypnotic, the way they jiggle in my hands, the softness when I cup them. I love how your nipples get hard when you're aroused."

"Ah, yes. I am aware men seem attracted to breasts," she giggled. "Though mine are hardly exemplary."

"Are you kidding? Your tits are gorgeous. I love your nipples," his fingers lightly pinching them, earning a gasp. "Especially the sounds you make when I play with them."

Her breath became ragged and a misty haze clouded her vision. Ochaco's body pushed further into him, causing his manhood to grind on her lower back. "And then? Tell me more, My Love."

"Your belly," he whispered, his hand going down her stomach, gently stroking it. "You're beautiful."

"A woman's belly, dearest? I have seen far firmer and more enticing. Besides, I fear it will not retain its shape for long. Soon, our son will make his presence known, ruining what figure I have in the process."

"Nonsense. You'll look even more beautiful, Love. Seeing, and feeling, our son will only make me love your belly even more."

"That is sweet, dearest," she smiled. "But not many men are enamoured with a woman's belly, I fear."

"I'm not most men. And the only opinion that matters is mine. And I love you, and the changes your body is making for us. You're glowing, and that makes your beauty even more captivating," he kissed her.

The compliments were making her blush, the heat between her legs grew. Each word of his was a caress on her soul. She was loved. Loved so deeply. "Tell me more."

"I love your ass." Izuku's eyes glued to her heart-shaped behind. His hands glided down to her hips, fingers digging into the firm, smooth flesh of her posterior. "The way it moves when you walk. The way your clothes hug its curves. How soft it is when I grab it. I can't get enough of touching it."

"It is...rather large, compared to most women."

"That's an asset. A sexy asset."

Izuku observed how flushed her whole body was, her skin slightly pink as she was panting.

"Are you certain you are not just saying that because you want to do some backdoor exploration?"

This gave Izuku pause and looked at her for a moment. "You've been talking to Itsuka, haven't you?"

"Of course, dearest. One must make sure your Chosen are taken care of. We had a good laugh together; I could not believe you thought saying that was a good idea," she laughed.

"Yeah, well..."

"But I want to know more about how you love my body, My Heart," she said, looking over her shoulder to her lover.

His hands glided across her ass, down to her thigh and her calves, and up again, repeating the motion slowly, savoring the sensation of her skin. "Your legs were amazing."

"You do seem to like my feet. Why, I cannot imagine."

"Your feet, the line of your calf, the curve of your thigh, the soft skin of your groin. I love everything about them."

"And you love spreading them apart."

"That, too. But all in good time. I love everything about you, but most especially, your face."

She tilted her head. "My face? Why?"

"Because you're gorgeous? Big brown eyes, long lush lashes. A pert nose over the most kissable mouth, all of it wrapped in a heart-shaped package. And a smile that lights up a room. I fell in love with you the moment I met you."

"And I fell in love with this sweet, foolish, young Evoker that stepped into harm's way for me without knowing the first thing about me."

"And I love how your face looked as you close to the edge. Most of the time, you keep such a perfect control over it, but there...as you're approaching orgasm, you let go. It's the most beautiful thing of all. Here, let me show you."

He gently pushed her as she let herself collapse onto near the edge of the bed, her leg slightly parted, giving a glimpse of the treasure inside. "That is a very attractive pose," he added, smirking.

"And what, dear husband, do you intend to do to me now that you have me in such a...compromising...position?"

Izuku parted her legs more, kneeling on the floor between them. Ochaco shivered in anticipation as Izuku's hands slowly glided from her knees up towards the inside of her thighs. She arched her back, instinctively spreading her legs further for him, giving him better access.

"I do love the feeling of your big hands on my skin, My Love." She let out a sigh as she relaxed her body.

Izuku brushed his fingertips up the inside of her thigh, tracing the tendons of her inner thigh.

"That feels wonderful, My Heart," she moaned, her body melting into the soft mattress.

Izuku let his fingers trace the edge of mons pubis, brushing the mound, skirting the slit, and playing with her. Ochaco's breathing sped up, her warm pussy pushing against his hand.

His thumbs traced a path towards her clit, drawing circles until it stopped to her hood, lightly pressing down before revealing her swollen button. Her juices began to trickle out.

Izuku's fingers gently spread her lower lips, admiring her glistening flower, before gently stroking her labia, her wetness coating his digits. He slowly slipped a finger inside her, feeling the slick heat of her sex, her inner walls squeezing his fingers.

Ochaco moaned louder, her hips undulating as her fingers grasped the sheets. "Mmmmmmmmm"

He leaned down, his lips kissing her mound, his tongue tasting her. He kissed the top of her slit, his lips moving towards the sides of her labia, licking, and sucking on the sensitive flesh.

"Ooooohhh, yeeeesss!" she gasped, her legs opening wider.

Izuku kissed his way up her lips, his tongue teasing her clit. He slipped in a finger, pumping it into her as he sucked on her engorged button.

"You taste divine, Ochaco," he murmured. Mixing things up, he curled his finger to the part of her that drove her wild. A surprised gasp mixed with a moan as her muscles tightened, her breath coming in short, sharp bursts.

His tongue circled her nub, the lips wrapping around her clit and driving her crazy.

"Oh! Izuku! I love you! Don't stop, please don't stop!"

Izuku took the opportunity to slide in another finger. His mouth let go of her clit, moving closer to her ears and whispered, "I love you too." His eyes widened, surprised as this caused his wife to arc her hips up, closing her eyes and let out a scream as her liquids gushed out of her, her legs shaking. Her climax continued as again and again; waves of pleasure shook her body.

Izuku watched as his wife got overwhelmed by her own orgasm, fascinated, as her hair a disarrayed halo around her face as she drooled in pleasure.

He chuckled, kissing her mound, letting her calm down a little. "You came fast. I haven't even gotten to the main event yet."

"It...It felt so good, Izuku," she breathed.

"See? Your face puts most magnum opus to shame with how beautiful it is as you climaxed."

"If I am an artwork, then you are the sculptor, dearest. Making the masterpiece that is me."

"Well, the artist needs the muse. And you're the only one who inspires me."

"You are a sweet talker, My Love," she chuckled, still trying to recover from her climax.

Fingers inside her were pulled out, gifting another ecstatic shiver to the brunette.

"That I am," he smiled, looking at the fingers coated with her glistening juice.

Pausing mid-motion, Izuku held his fingers just beyond Ochaco's lips. Her eyes widened—a mischievous grin spreading—as she deliberately drew his finger into her mouth.

"Delicious sight," he murmured, watching crimson bloom across her cheeks. "But...we're not done yet."

Standing, Izuku watched her gaze lock onto him—that magnificent instrument that had not just possessed her body, but written their most intimate stories. Memories flickered: the moment they first became one, the night their son was conceived. Her body trembled, a quiet prayer of anticipation.

Izuku's hardness pressed against her abdomen, showing her just how deep it goes whenever they had sex.

With how hot his warm flesh was on her stomach, Ochaco heated up her body again. The length moved back and forth, briefly stimulating her clit with each thrust and his balls teasingly slapping against her slit.

Her body trembled with week-long anticipation. This moment—here, away from prying eyes—was theirs alone. No mother-in-law, no daughter to catch or hear the act. Just them.

"Izuku..." The name came out like a plea, desperate and raw.

Her fingers were on her breasts, enticing him to lose control. The Evoker pressed his member towards her womanhood, using her lower lips for lubrication.

Ochaco looked at him with desire, desperation, and love. "Fuck your Queen, My King. Fill her up," she whispered, her voice filled with lust.

The shaft pushed inside her, the tightness of her hole making it a bit harder. Her fingers moved to his back, digging into the skin.

Izuku grabbed her hip and slammed his dick, burying the remaining length into her, eliciting a scream of pleasure.

"Fucking Hell! You feel amazing!"

Only moan could be heard from her lips as her body tensed, her back arching, her walls gripping his cock, the sudden intrusion overwhelming her senses. Her head rolled back, and her eyes fluttered, lost in a wave of pleasure.

"YEEEEEEESSS!"

"So...fucking...tight."

Each thrust made her body move, her breasts moving in a way that captivated Izuku.

Izuku thrusted both hard and deep, making her body shake with every movement. He could feel her body shuddering beneath him. Her hands slid down his back and rested on his firm but soft ass, kneading it and pulling him closer.

"Gods! Oh, Gods!"

Their sounds filled the room. Ochaco felt his erection pressed against her womb before he lifted her up without effort. He cupped both sides of her face before his tongue explored her mouth, swirling and dancing with hers.

Her legs wrapped around his hips, trying to gain some leverage as she Enchanted herself, wanting to keep up with his vigorous pace.

Izuku, on the other hand, could barely hear her moans, his mind focused on her tightness, the sensation of her insides squeezing his length, the heat and wetness. Wanting to get lost even further, he turned her around, the folds within her caressing his sensitive glans and causing him to groan. With her back pressed against him, he grabbed her right boob before sucking it. His other hand on her left tit, feeling the incessant beating her of heart.

Ochaco could feel his member pulsing and throbbing, her mind barely comprehending the sheer amount of pleasure that was coursing through her body. She had no idea how long she could last like this, her senses overwhelmed.

"Izuku! Izuku!" she screamed, her arms wrapped around his neck behind her, her juices squirting out, and her walls contracting.

She felt him swell, his grip tightening, and a roar escape him. She knew his seed was about to erupt into her womb.

Izuku held her close, his face buried in the crook of her neck, breathing heavily. His body tensed and jerked, his semen flooding her.

She felt his warm release filling her up. "That was...wonderful," she sighed, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. "Are you...done for the night?" she asked hopefully.

"Not a chance," he grinned as he, while carrying her, walked to the bed, and gently put her down. He didn't notice before, but the mattress was as soft as a cloud. Ochaco lay on her side as Izuku lifted her leg as he entered her from behind. His warm tongue traced the side of her neck to the back of her ear.

"Izuku~" she breathed, her head rolling back. The way his tongue moved as he thrusted his girthy, long, and hard instrument in her stoked her flames in a way never before. "I l-Ah-L-Nnn-ove yo-Oh-u~"

The melody of her moans combined with her declarations of love were all the motivation he needed to keep going.

He kissed her shoulder, the taste of her skin and her scent driving him crazy. He moved his left hand down, grabbing her breasts, his right hand going the other direction and found her clit. His fingers gently squeezed it and rubbed her swollen nub.

Pleasure consumed her, dissolving coherent thought. Her body tensed, on the edge of climax. In this moment, the world narrowed—just Izuku, just sensation, their private universe of intimacy.

And so, she let him carry her away, the ecstasy taking hold. Her arousal glistened on her thighs, evidence of their intense connection. His movements became primal, instinct overtaking control.

She arched—a bow pulled taut—as climax crashed through her. Moans broke from her throat, raw and unfiltered, nails scoring his back in desperate connection.

"Fuck!" he yelled, his body tensing as her juices ran down his length. He kept thrusting, the warmth enveloping his manhood. "You feel amazing, Ochaco."

It didn't take him much longer as he felt his own release approaching again. By instinct, his hands wrapped around her as he pushed himself as deep as possible, his body shuddering as he emptied himself inside her, pushing her from the valley all the way back to another peak.

His warmth spread deep, claiming her fully. Exhaustion draped her limbs, each muscle surrendering. Breath came in ragged gasps, heartbeat slowly steadying. "I love you, Izuku," she whispered—a tender anchor after their storm.

He smiled, placing a gentle kiss on her shoulder. "I love you, too."

Moments stretched between them; a rare pocket of intimacy stolen from their busy lives. Rare were the times they could truly be alone, and each second became precious.

Her breath caught as she felt him hardening again. Turning, she found Izuku's trademark smirk waiting. "Already?" The challenge danced in her voice.

"Your body," he murmured, "makes resistance impossible." His invitation hung between them: "On top this time?"

Instead of words, her lips crashed against his, body moving with purposeful grace. Straddling him, her fingers began a reverent exploration. "Such a wonderful body, dearest," she whispered, tracing the landscape of his muscles. "I will never tire of feeling you."

Izuku's smirk deepened. "There's more of me to explore."

"Oh?" Her fingers played along his chest, a playful challenge in her tone. "And where might this 'more' be found?"

Her palm settled on his abs, mapping the muscular terrain—soft yet firm, delicate touches tracing each defined line.

"These are rather impressive, My Love. Though, I fear my favorite part is below them."

"That's what I thought," he chuckled.

"Mmmmmmmm, I like these," she purred, lifting her hips and slamming down once more. "Very much," she groaned, biting her lip.

"So do I," he replied, watching her bounce on his member, her breasts jiggling with each movement.

"Ah, ah, ah, mmmm, yesss."

The Enchanter's cheeks turned a bright red, her body sweating and glistening in the dim light.

Her head was tilted back, her mouth slightly open, her tongue sticking out, her eyes half-closed.

Riding him like a magnificent steed, her hips rocked with each movement. Brown hair swaying in the wind. Her large breasts, jiggling in front of him, begging to be grabbed and played with.

And he granted their wish, kneading them like the softest dough, earning a loud gasp from her.

Her fingers caressed the rock-hard muscles stronger than any mortal. Heck, stronger than most Gods, she'd reckon.

The musky scent of their intimacy mingled with the faint hint of peppermint from her breath.

The room filled with their sounds—grunts, moans, the rhythmic percussion of their bodies.

She screamed his name, her body becoming a vise. A world-shaking orgasm built up inside her.

Izuku grunted, his manhood swelling inside her as he began moving, his shaft ravaging her insides. Her moans interspersed with his excitement knocking on her cervix.

His hands went down to her waist, pulling her down, meeting his upward thrust. Her body spasmed as her vision turned white, the pressure within her reaching a breaking point.

The folds inside her clenched, the walls quivering around him.

The Enchanter's voice quivered as she moaned and screamed, her body convulsing as she came. The sensation was too much as Izuku felt her orgasm milking his member, pushing him to his own limits.

A guttural growl escaped him as he pulled her down, burying his manhood inside her. He exploded, filling her already-flooded womb with his thick, hot seed.

Their bodies shuddered in unison, their eyes closed, their hearts racing, their breathing ragged, and their limbs shaking.

"Fuuucking hell, Ochaco," Izuku growled, his grip loosening.

She moaned, boneless and satisfied. "That was...so good." A pause, then: "I need a moment. Just a moment, and then you can do as you wish, My Heart."

Their mingled fluids painted her thighs and the sheets—a mess she'd quietly ask a maid to remedy come morning.

The night continued between the royal couple, fully enjoying each other's body. The room echoed with a symphony of intimate sounds-skin meeting skin, moans mixed with primal grunts with the occasional gagging and gurgling.

As their passion intensified, Ochaco wove her Enchantments, her magic helping her match Izuku's supernatural stamina. But she finally lasted until the sun shined the horizon.

Exhaustion claimed Ochaco first—her body collapsing into immediate slumber. Izuku watched, a tender smile crossing his features as he brushed a kiss against her cheek and drew the covers around them both. Moments later, the rhythm of his own breathing softened, matching her deep, even breaths.

Thanks for reading this chapter!

This one was more focused on giving these two some actual break after all they've been through than anything else. Arguably the only one of the past 20 chapters. As, even together, things have been at the back of both their minds.

Next chapter, we'll see Izuku explore some parts of Camelot, and we'll see how the others were faring with their new lives.

If you have questions, suggestions, or just reaction to the chapter, please let me know!