Bunny Breeding Season
(Note: This story is part of an ongoing series of My Hero Academia stories)
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The late-summer festival was alive with color and sound: paper lanterns strung between stalls glowed orange and red, the air thick with the smell of yakitori, takoyaki, and sweet cotton candy. Traditional taiko drums thumped in the distance, mixing with pop music blasting from a game booth. Crowds milled through the wide street—families, couples, groups of friends—all laughing, eating, and snapping photos.
Camie clung to Izuku’s arm like she’d been superglued there.
She wore her classic gyaru style without apology: a hot-pink leopard-print bikini that hugged every curve, the top barely containing her breasts, the bottoms riding high and digging visibly into the soft folds of her pussy, creating a pronounced camel toe that she made no effort to hide. Over the bikini she’d thrown on a thin white button-up shirt—sleeves rolled, ends knotted just below her chest so the fabric framed her underboob and left her midriff bare. The green pleated skirt was criminally short, fluttering with every step and flashing leopard print whenever she moved. She’d ditched the Shiketsu beret tonight; her caramel-blonde hair fell in loose, tousled waves past her shoulders, catching the lantern light like spun gold.
Every few steps, she pressed herself tighter against Izuku’s side—hip to hip, breast squishing against his bicep, fingers laced possessively through his. Her body language screamed ‘I’m his’ loud enough that several men who glanced her way immediately looked elsewhere.
Izuku, in dark jeans and a simple black T-shirt that clung to his shoulders and chest, looked down at her with a half-embarrassed, half-amused smile. “You’re really going all out with the ‘this is my boyfriend’ signal, huh?”
Camie tilted her head up at him, glossy lips curling into a lazy smirk. “Damn right, Deku-bae. I finally got you to myself for a real date. No way I’m letting some rando think he’s got a shot with me.” She squeezed his arm tighter, deliberately rubbing her breast against him. “Besides… This outfit’s working overtime. Gotta make sure everyone knows who I’m walking away with tonight.”
Izuku’s ears went pink, but he didn’t pull away. Instead he let his free hand settle at the small of her back, thumb brushing bare skin where her shirt ended. “You look… incredible,” he said quietly, eyes tracing the leopard print, the way the skirt rode up just enough to tease, the confident sway of her hips. “Like, dangerously incredible.”
Camie’s smirk softened into something warmer. She leaned up on her toes and kissed his cheek—slow, lingering, leaving a faint glossy print. “Good. That’s the goal.” She tugged him toward a takoyaki stall. “Now come on, hero boy. I’m starving, and you’re buying. First date rules.”
Izuku laughed, letting her lead him through the crowd, her arm still locked with his, and her body language broadcasting to every passerby they saw: ‘I’m with him tonight!’
The late-summer festival buzzed around them as Izuku and Camie drifted from stall to stall, hands linked, sampling whatever looked tempting.
They split a skewer of candied strawberries, the syrup sticky on their fingers. Then a paper tray of yakisoba—noodles glossy with sauce, mayo swirled on top in perfect zigzags. Izuku took a bite and let out a small, satisfied hum.
“There’s something about festival food stalls,” he said, wiping his mouth. “It just tastes better than anything from a restaurant.”
Camie nodded, stealing the last noodle from his chopsticks with a grin. “Totally. It’s the whole vibe—everyone’s happy, laughing, celebrating. The air feels alive. Makes everything hit differently.”
She licked sauce off her thumb and tilted her head. “I seriously can’t remember ever trying anything at a festival that didn’t slap.”
A new voice cut through the crowd behind them, warm and amused.
“Then stay away from the US version of these things. Food there’s like a roulette wheel—half the time it’s amazing, and the other half you’re praying you don’t get food poisoning from a deep-fried stick of butter.”
Izuku and Camie then turned around to face who spoke to them.
Two women approached through the lantern light, both in beautiful summer yukata. The taller one had wild, spiky blonde hair, piercing blue eyes, and a muscular build that made her yukata sleeves strain slightly. Beside her walked a woman with platinum-white hair in a high ponytail, long bunny ears standing tall and alert, radiating effortless confidence.
They were Mirko and Star and Stripe.
Izuku’s face lit up. He raised a hand. “Mirko-san! Star and Stripe!”
The two heroes closed the distance, Mirko’s grin wide and toothy as she clapped Izuku on the shoulder hard enough to make him rock forward.
“Yo, Deku! Didn’t expect to run into you here. You’re looking surprisingly chill for a guy who’s usually running around saving people.”
Star and Stripe gave a casual two-finger salute, smiling at Camie. “Evening. You’ve got excellent taste in company, kid.”
Camie flashed a lazy peace sign, still clinging to Izuku’s arm like she owned it. “Hey, ladies. Fancy meeting you two at a festival. Here to bust up a takoyaki smuggling ring or just eating your way through the stalls?”
Mirko barked a laugh. “A little of both. Star wanted to try ‘authentic Japanese summer vibes.’ I’m just here for the food and the fights.”
Star and Stripe shrugged, yukata sleeves shifting to reveal the powerful lines of her arms. “Guilty. Plus, I heard the cotton candy here is legendary. Lead the way if you’ve got a favorite stall.”
Izuku smiled, already relaxing into the easy energy of the two top heroes. “We were just heading toward the yakitori row. Join us?”
“Thought you’d never ask,” Mirko said, falling into step beside them.
Camie leaned her head against Izuku’s shoulder with a satisfied hum, her grip on his arm tightening just enough to remind everyone who he was walking with tonight. The four of them melted into the festival crowd—two of the world’s strongest heroes, one gyaru queen, and the new Symbol of Peace himself—looking for all the world like any other group of friends enjoying a summer night.
The festival lights pulsed brighter as night deepened, the crowd thickening around the game stalls. Izuku, Camie, Mirko, and Star and Stripe moved as a loose, laughing unit—sampling grilled squid on sticks, sharing a massive cloud of cotton candy, and pausing at every booth that looked remotely fun.
At the airsoft shooting gallery, rows of colorful prizes dangled above stacks of tin cans and balloons. The stall owner handed Izuku a lightweight rifle loaded with plastic pellets.
Camie leaned against his side, arms looped around his waist, chin on his shoulder. “Win me something cute, Deku-bae. I’m feeling sentimental tonight.”
Izuku lined up the shot, One For All humming at a whisper (just enough for perfect aim, nothing flashy). He squeezed the trigger in quick, precise bursts. Cans toppled like dominoes, balloons popped in rapid succession. The stall owner’s jaw dropped as Izuku cleared the top shelf without missing once.
The prize rack lit up. Camie squealed when Izuku pointed to the biggest stuffed rainbow unicorn—pastel mane, sparkly horn, enormous plush eyes.
“Yessss!” She snatched it from the stall owner’s hands and hugged it to her chest, then immediately turned and threw her arms around Izuku’s neck, kissing his cheek hard enough to leave a glossy pink print. “Best boyfriend ever.”
Mirko snorted. “Show-off.”
Next came the ring-toss booth. A row of bottles with rabbit-themed keychains dangling from the necks—soft white fur, floppy ears, tiny red bows. Mirko cracked her knuckles, tossed a ring…and watched it bounce off the bottle rim and clatter to the ground.
“Son of a—” she growled.
Star and Stripe stepped up beside her, casual as ever. “Allow me.”
She flicked her wrist, the ring leaving her fingers with a faint shimmer of her Quirk’s golden energy. It wobbled in mid-air for half a second, then corrected course and landed perfectly around the bottle neck. The stall owner didn’t notice the subtle cheat; he just handed over the prize with a grin.
Mirko snatched the rabbit keychain and immediately clipped it to her yukata belt. “My hero,” she said dryly, bumping Star’s shoulder.
Camie stayed glued to Izuku’s side the entire time, her arm locked with his, body angled to broadcast ownership. When she noticed two young men in the crowd—college-age, smirking, clearly working up the courage to approach—she leaned in close to Izuku’s ear.
“Deku-bae,” she whispered, voice low and urgent, “grab mine and Mirko’s butts. Right now.”
Mirko’s ears twitched; she caught the words even over the festival noise. Her lips curled into a feral smirk. She leaned toward Izuku without missing a beat and muttered, “Do it, kiddo.”
Izuku blinked once—then obeyed.
His left hand dropped to Camie’s hip, sliding down to firmly cup one cheek of her ass through the thin pleated skirt. His right hand mirrored the motion on Mirko, fingers digging into the firm muscle beneath her yukata. Both women immediately leaned into the touch, pressing closer to his sides, hips rolling just enough to make the contact unmistakable.
Camie let out a delighted, throaty moan—loud enough to carry—and turned her head to kiss Izuku’s cheek, leaving another glossy pink mark. Mirko mirrored her on the other side, planting a bold, teasing kiss on his opposite cheek with an exaggerated ‘mwah’.
The two men froze mid-step, eyes widening as they took in the scene: the young man sandwiched between a gyaru goddess and the Number Five Hero, both women draped over him like he was their personal territory, hands openly groping his ass while they kissed his face. The men’s smirks vanished; they exchanged a quick look, turned on their heels, and melted back into the crowd without a word.
Camie watched them go, then grinned up at Izuku. “Mission accomplished.”
Mirko laughed, giving his ass one last playful squeeze before letting go. “Nice work, kid. You’ve got good hands.”
Izuku’s face looked confused, but he managed a sheepish smile. “Uh… Glad I could help?”
Star and Stripe just shook her head, now fairly amused. “You three are a walking public service announcement.”
Camie hugged Izuku’s arm tighter, unicorn plush still tucked under her other elbow. “Damn right. Now let’s go find more food. I’m starving, and this date’s just getting started.”
The festival lights dimmed slightly as the overhead speakers crackled to life.
“Attention, everyone! The grand fireworks display will begin in five minutes! Please make your way to the viewing area by the central plaza for the best seats!”
A cheer rippled through the crowd. Izuku, Camie, Mirko, and Star and Stripe joined the flow of people heading toward the wide-open plaza. They found a good spot near the front—close enough to feel the anticipation in the air, far enough back that the bursts wouldn’t blind them.
The first firework launched with a sharp whistle, exploding overhead in a massive golden chrysanthemum that rained glittering sparks across the sky. The crowd gasped and cheered as colors followed in rapid succession: crimson peonies, emerald willows, sapphire spirals, violet hearts, all layered and overlapping in deafening booms that shook the ground.
Izuku tilted his head back, eyes wide, drinking in the beauty of it—the way the light painted fleeting rainbows across the dark canvas, the way each burst seemed to pause time for a heartbeat before fading. The festival, the crowd, the noise—it all felt distant. Just the sky and the wonder of it.
Camie leaned against him again, her head resting on his shoulder, caramel-blonde hair catching the flashes of color. Izuku turned to look at her.
The fireworks reflected in her eyes like tiny galaxies—reds and blues and golds dancing across her irises. Her usual peppy, carefree grin was gone. In its place was something softer, quieter, full of unguarded affection. She looked at him the way someone looks when they’ve decided something important and aren’t afraid to show it.
They stared at each other for a long minute, the explosions overhead painting their faces in shifting light. No words. No need. Just the two of them, locked in that small, perfect space between one boom and the next.
Mirko’s voice cut through the moment like a knife.
“Oi! Hurry up and kiss already! I’m getting bored over here!”
Star and Stripe snorted a laugh beside her.
Camie’s lips twitched, the affection in her eyes turning mischievous. She tilted her chin up toward Izuku, voice soft but clear.
“You heard the rabbit. Don’t keep me waiting, Deku-bae.”
Izuku’s hand slid to the small of her back, pulling her gently closer. He leaned down, and she met him halfway.
Their kiss was slow, deep, and unhurried—lips pressing together with the kind of tenderness that carried every unspoken thing they’d felt all night. Fireworks burst above them in brilliant cascades, but neither of them looked away. The world narrowed to the warmth of her mouth, the softness of her body against his, the quiet certainty that this moment belonged to them alone.
When they finally parted, Camie’s eyes were bright, her smile small and real.
Mirko let out an exaggerated sigh. “About damn time.”
Star and Stripe chuckled. “You two are disgustingly cute.”
Camie leaned her forehead against Izuku’s, still smiling. “Worth the wait.”
The fireworks continued to bloom overhead, but neither of them was watching the sky anymore. They only had eyes for each other.
The last firework faded into smoke, leaving only the sharp, lingering smell of burnt gunpowder hanging in the warm night air. The crowd began to thin, people drifting toward exits or lingering to snap photos of the glowing embers. Izuku and Camie rose from their spot on the grass, brushing sand from their clothes.
Izuku turned to her, cupping her cheek with one hand. He leaned in and kissed her gently—slow, lingering, tasting the faint sweetness of cotton candy still on her lips.
When he pulled back, his voice was low and warm against her ear.
“There’s a love hotel not far from here,” he murmured. “Just a short walk.”
Camie’s eyes lit up, her lazy grin turning downright predatory.
“You remember what I taught you,” she purred, pressing closer. “Good boy, Deku-bae.”
Before he could respond, a heavy weight suddenly draped across his back—Mirko’s muscular arms looping around his shoulders, her chest pressing firmly against his spine as she hung off him like a koala.
“Love hotel?” she repeated, voice dripping with delight. “Count me in! I’m horny as fuck after watching you two make out all night!”
Izuku froze, brain short-circuiting.
Star and Stripe burst out laughing beside them, arms crossed, her blonde hair catching the last of the festival lights.
“You’re hopeless, Rumi,” she said, shaking her head fondly.
Izuku opened his mouth, closed it, tried again. “I… uh…! Mirko-san, we…”
Mirko cut him off with a playful squeeze, chin resting on his shoulder.
“Relax, kiddo. We just had a good fuck last week, remember? Don’t act like this is new territory.”
Izuku’s face went nuclear red, words stumbling out in fragments. “That was… different. And I mean, Camie and I…”
Camie tilted her head, smirking at Mirko over Izuku’s shoulder.
“Orgy?” she asked casually, like she was suggesting they grab ramen.
Mirko’s grin widened to feral proportions. She turned her head toward Star and Stripe without letting go of Izuku.
“What do you say, Cass?”
Star and Stripe’s smile turned bright and fearless—the kind of grin that could give All Might a run for his money. She raised one hand and gave a firm, enthusiastic thumbs-up.
“Hell yes. I’m in.”
Izuku made a strangled sound somewhere between a squeak and a groan.
Camie laughed, pressing a quick kiss to his burning cheek.
“Looks like we’re upgrading date night, Deku-bae. You ready to handle three of us?”
Mirko hopped off his back, slinging an arm around his shoulders instead.
“Come on, Symbol of Peace. Time to show us what that stamina’s really made of.”
Star and Stripe stepped up on his other side, looping her arm through his free one with easy confidence.
“Let’s go. I’ve got a feeling this is gonna be a night worth remembering.”
Izuku looked between the three women—Camie’s wicked grin, Mirko’s feral excitement, Star and Stripe’s bold amusement—and let out a breathless, helpless laugh.
“…Lead the way.”
The four of them turned toward the hotel district, the festival lights fading behind them as the night promised something far more intense than fireworks.
The four of them stepped through the wide double doors into one of the hotel’s premium suites. The room was bathed in deep blue lighting—soft LED strips along the walls and ceiling cast everything in cool, underwater tones. A massive circular bed dominated the center, easily big enough for all of them to sprawl comfortably (or tangle), draped in black silk sheets that shimmered faintly. A heart-shaped jacuzzi bubbled quietly in one corner, and mirrored panels lined one entire wall.
Mirko moved first, striding straight into the middle of the room like she owned it. She reached behind her neck, fingers working the knot of her yukata. The fabric slipped off her shoulders in one smooth motion, pooling at her feet. She stood naked except for a pair of deep blue thigh-high stockings that hugged her powerful legs, accentuating every curve of muscle and the firm roundness of her ass. Her bunny ears stood tall, tail flicking once.
Camie let out a low whistle, eyes raking over her shamelessly.
“Damn, one sexy bunny.”
Mirko smirked, turning halfway so her ass faced them. She brought one hand down in a sharp crack against her own cheek, the flesh rippling under the impact.
“Hey Deku!” she purred, voice dripping with challenge, “Come and get it. Bring that monster dick over here and breed the bunny.”
Before Izuku could even process the words, Star and Stripe stepped forward, raising one hand. Golden energy shimmered around her fingers as she activated her Quirk with calm authority.
“Izuku Midoriya’s clothes shall rip themselves to shreds, leaving him naked.”
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The command took effect instantly.
Fabric tore with a series of sharp shrrrrrips—shirt splitting down the front, jeans shredding at the seams, underwear disintegrating in a puff of threads. Everything fell away in ragged strips, leaving Izuku completely bare. His cock—over a meter long, and thick as his thigh—sprang free, already hardening to full, throbbing erection in the cool air of the room.
All three women made simultaneous sounds of raw appreciation:
“Fuuuuck yes.” hissed Camie, clenching her thighs together.
Mirko let out a hungry growl, tail flicking faster.
Star and Stripe only grinned and let out an approving grunt.
Camie moved first. She placed both hands on Izuku’s chest and pushed him forward—gentle but insistent—until he was standing right in front of Mirko.
“Get started, Deku-bae,” she said, voice thick with excitement. “I’ll be there in a minute. Gotta enjoy the show first.”
Izuku swallowed hard, eyes locked on Mirko’s smirking face, her powerful body already shifting into position—ass presented, legs spread, stockings gleaming in the blue light.
The room thrummed with anticipation, the jacuzzi bubbling softly in the background like it was waiting its turn.
Izuku let out a long, resigned breath, the sound half-exasperated, half-aroused. His eyes dropped to Mirko’s ass—firm, round, and already glistening with arousal. She wiggled it side to side deliberately, the motion hypnotic, her pussy visibly drooling thick strands of slick down the insides of her thighs. The deep blue stockings were soaked at the tops, clinging wetly to her skin.
He stepped closer. His hands found her hips—fingers digging into the powerful muscle there—and he pulled her back just enough to press the underside of his cock into the cleft of her ass. The thick shaft nestled perfectly between her cheeks like it belonged there, hot and heavy, the flared head jutting far past the top of her crack. He rocked his hips, sawing slowly back and forth, letting the veined length slide through the warm valley of her ass, precum smearing along her skin with every pass.
Mirko let out a frustrated, throaty growl, tail flicking sharply.
“Screw the foreplay,” she snarled, voice low and gravelly with need. “Stuff that giant dick up my bunny cunt! RIGHT. FUCKING. NOW!”
Izuku’s grip tightened. “Remember, you asked.”
He pulled his hips back, the head of his cock catching briefly at her soaked entrance. Then he snapped forward.
One brutal, fluid thrust and he plunged inside her.
The wet squish of her pussy swallowing him was loud in the room—obscene, unmistakable. Mirko’s entire body jolted, a wild, animal squeal ripping from her throat as her walls were forced apart around his impossible girth. She shoved herself back at the same instant, greedy and impatient, forcing every last inch into her cunt until his hips slapped against her ass and the head of his cock punched straight through her cervix into her womb.
Her stomach tentacled outward instantly—the thick, veined outline of his shaft visible beneath her skin, surging from her pelvis up past her navel in a grotesque, erotic bulge.
“HMMMMMMMMM! YEAH, RIGHT THERE! RIGHT, FUCKING, THEEEERE!!!”
Mirko’s voice was pure ecstasy, raw and feral. Her pussy clenched around him like a fist, dripping slick down his balls and thighs in messy rivulets. The stretch was obscene—her cunt lips stretched thin and white around his thickness, clinging desperately to every ridge and vein as he pulled back, only to slam home again. Each thrust made the bulge in her belly leap, rising and falling like a piston, the head of his cock grinding against the deepest walls of her womb.
“FUCK! SO BIG, SPLITTING MY BUNNY CUNT WIDE OPEN!” she howled, pushing back to meet every stroke, ass cheeks rippling from the impact. “I CAN FEEL YOU IN MY FUCKING STOMACH, REARRANGING MY GUTS! POUND ME DEEPER, DEKU! WRECK THIS SLUTTY HOLE!”
Izuku groaned, hands digging bruises into her hips as he fucked her harder. The wet schlop-schlop-schlop of her soaked pussy swallowing him filled the room, her juices squirting around his shaft with every deep plunge, soaking the floor beneath them. Her belly bulge surged higher with each thrust, pressing outward until it nearly brushed her ribs, the outline of his cockhead visible just below her sternum.
“YES… FUCK! RIGHT THERE! HIT MY WOMB, MAKE ME YOUR BREEDING BITCH!” Mirko screamed, voice cracking into desperate, filthy pleas. “I’M CUMMING! CUMMING ON YOUR MONSTER DICK! DON’T STOP! KEEP FUCKING ME! MAKE MY PUSSY YOUR PERSONAL CUMDUMP!”
Her orgasms rolled one into the next, body shaking, pussy spasming wildly around him, squirting in hot, messy arcs that splashed against his thighs and the sheets. She shoved back harder, impaling herself fully on every stroke, ass cheeks clapping against his pelvis with wet, rhythmic slaps.
“DEEPER, HARDER! FILL MY WOMB! BREED THIS BUNNY! I NEED YOUR CUM! GIVE IT TO ME… NOW!”
Izuku’s control frayed. He growled low in his throat, hips pistoning faster, the bulge in her belly jumping violently with every brutal thrust. The room echoed with her screams, the wet sounds of their bodies colliding, and the raw, animal intensity of two people lost completely in each other.
Izuku’s thrusts were relentless now, hips slamming forward with enough force to make the bedframe groan in protest. Mirko’s powerful legs locked around his waist, heels digging into his lower back as she met every plunge with equal ferocity, her ass clapping against his pelvis in wet, rhythmic slaps. Her pussy clenched and spasmed around his massive girth, milking him with every stroke, her juices squirting in hot, messy arcs that soaked the sheets and their thighs.
“FUCK, YES… HARDER!!” Mirko screamed, voice cracking into raw ecstasy as another orgasm ripped through her. Her body shook violently, walls fluttering in violent contractions, but she never stopped pushing back, demanding more. “CUMMING AGAIN! YOUR COCK IS RUINING MY BUNNY CUNT! KEEP GOING! DON’T YOU DARE SLOW DOWN!”
Izuku leaned down over her, chest pressing against her back, his sweat-slick skin sliding against hers. His hands slid under her torso and claimed her heavy breasts, fingers sinking deep into the soft, yielding flesh. He squeezed hard—hard enough to make her gasp—thumbs and forefingers pinching her stiff nipples and twisting just enough to send jolts of pleasure-pain straight to her core.
“YES, SQUEEZE MY TITS! FUCK…!” Mirko moaned, arching into his grip, her nipples throbbing under the rough treatment.
He leaned further, head dipping over her shoulder. Mirko twisted her neck to meet him, lips crashing together in a messy, open-mouthed kiss. Their tongues tangled immediately—hot, wet, desperate—swirling and sliding against each other while his cock continued pistoning into her sopping pussy, the bulge in her belly surging with every deep thrust.
Behind them, Camie and Star and Stripe watched with rapt attention.
Star and Stripe chuckled low in her throat, arms crossed under her bare breasts. “Look at her go. Rabbit instincts kicking in full force. Once she gets like this, good luck getting her to stop begging for dick.”
Camie had already stripped herself naked—pink leopard bikini and green skirt discarded in a careless pile. She moved up behind Izuku, pressing her nude body flush against his back. Her full breasts squished warmly against his shoulder blades, nipples hard points dragging across his skin. She draped her arms over his shoulders, one hand sliding down to tease his balls while the other wrapped around his waist to steady herself.
She leaned in, tongue flicking out to trace the edge of his ear, hot breath ghosting over the shell.
“Give it to her harder, Deku-bae,” she purred, voice thick with lust. “Make the bunny moan louder. Fuck her like you mean it.”
Izuku groaned into Mirko’s mouth at the words, hips snapping forward with renewed force. He broke the kiss with Mirko, turning his head to capture Camie’s lips instead. She moaned happily into his mouth, tongue sliding against his as she pressed her hips forward, grinding her soaked pussy against his ass to help drive his thrusts deeper into Mirko.
Mirko’s head fell forward, hair sticking to her sweat-slick back, her voice rising into desperate, filthy wails.
“SO DEEP… YOUR COCK IS REACHING PLACES NOTHING’S EVER TOUCHED, RESHAPING MY WOMB AROUND THAT FAT DICK! FUCK, IT FEELS AMAZING! I’M LOSING MY MIND! KEEP GOING, FUCK MY BUNNY HOLE RAW!”
Izuku growled, hands tightening on her breasts, pinching her nipples hard enough to make her scream. He pulled back abruptly, cock slipping free with a wet schlorp, and flipped Mirko onto her back in one smooth motion.
She landed with a bounce, legs immediately spreading wide, pussy gaping and dripping, eyes wild with need. Izuku dropped between her thighs, lined up, and stabbed back inside in a full mating press—knees hooked over his shoulders, folding her nearly in half.
The new angle drove him even deeper. Mirko’s scream shattered the room as his cock punched straight through her cervix again, the bulge in her belly surging higher than before, nearly brushing her sternum.
“YES… FUCK! RIGHT THERE! CUMMING… CUMMING AGAIN! YOUR COCK IS DESTROYING ME! POUND MY WOMB… MAKE ME YOUR BREEDING BITCH! DON’T STOP! BREED THE BUNNY! BREED THE BUNNY! BREED THE FUCKING BUNNY!”
Her orgasms came in relentless waves, body convulsing, pussy spasming and squirting around him in hot gushes that soaked his abs and the sheets. She clawed at his back, nails leaving red trails, legs trembling as she tried to pull him deeper, impossibly deeper.
Izuku’s pace never faltered—hips pistoning like a machine, cock slamming into her womb with every thrust, the obscene bulge in her belly leaping wildly, her screams echoing off the walls as she begged for more, more, more.
Camie and Star and Stripe watched from the side, eyes dark with lust, hands roaming their own bodies as they drank in the sight of Mirko being utterly, gloriously wrecked.
Izuku’s hips slammed forward one final time, burying every throbbing inch to the root as his climax hit like a thunderclap.
“Rumi—” he groaned.
The first thick rope of cum erupted straight into her womb, scalding and forceful. Mirko’s entire body seized, red eyes rolling back in her head until only the whites showed, mouth falling open in a silent scream that shattered into a long, shattering wail.
“YESSSSS!!! FLOOD MY WOMB! DON’T STOP! FILL ME UNTIL I’M BURSTING!” Her pussy clamped down like a vice, spasming in violent, milking contractions as wave after wave of his seed pumped into her. “HAVING MY CUNT FILLED WITH CUM IS MAKING ME CUM TOO! FUCK! I LOVE IT! I LOVE YOUR HOT LOAD! KEEP BREEDING ME! BREED THE BUNNY! BREED THE BUNNY! BREED THE FUCKING BUNNY!”
Each scream dissolved into another orgasm, her body convulsing uncontrollably—thighs shaking, toes curling, back arching off the bed as pleasure crashed through her in endless, overlapping waves. Her red eyes fluttered, unfocused, lost in the overwhelming bliss of being flooded from the inside out.
Izuku’s groan turned into a ragged growl as the last heavy pulses tapered off. He stayed buried inside her for a long moment, letting her pussy flutter and milk him dry, before slowly pulling back.
The moment his cock slipped free with a wet shlorp, a thick, creamy torrent of cum gushed out around the gaping hole—white ropes pouring from her ruined pussy in a messy waterfall, soaking the sheets and dripping down her thighs.
Mirko collapsed back against the pillows, chest heaving, limbs trembling, a drunken, blissed-out grin spreading across her face. Her voice came out slurred and giddy, thick with afterglow.
“Good boy… ahehehe… you bred the bunny…” she giggled again, dazed and sated, one hand lazily rubbing the still-rounded curve of her cum-stuffed belly as if savoring every last drop.
Behind them, Camie and Star and Stripe watched in heated silence, eyes dark, breaths coming faster—waiting for their turn.
(Story by User: SailorIo)