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MHA: Incubus Chapter 5.5
🕑 Added 2025-09-05 21:55:20 +0000 UTCMomo Yaoyorozu was one of the most beautiful women in Japan. Her appearance didn’t stop at her face; she had one of the most aesthetically pleasing bodies a Japanese girl could have. She didn’t have a snake head, or scales on her body, or weird long arms, no, her quirk didn’t really affect her appearance… Maybe it made her breasts a little bigger, but her quirk only affected her positively.
Not only was she beautiful, but she also came from a wealthy and powerful family. Her family was very close to the richest in all of Japan; only sanctions placed by other countries stopped them from producing items until they were the richest on the planet. Any red-blooded male would give an arm and a leg to be with her… But I didn’t for one reason. We were forced to marry by our families.
That was fine, I talked them into waiting until after we graduated, and by then, who knew what would happen. But I still had to play my role and pretend like I wasn’t frustrated by the choice of who I would marry in the future. Momo was surprisingly on board with our marriage contract after she saw me. It might have had something to do with my quirk, but I was a very good-looking man.
We did agree on one thing, though. After she had her eighteenth birthday, we would start ‘practicing’ being a couple. It really only meant one thing. We had already gone on dates, done everything a normal couple would do… Except one thing, and that’s what I was alluding to. After her eighteenth birthday, a few days later, I gave her another gift other than the one I gave her on her birthday. I took her virginity while giving her my own.
It was extremely difficult; my quirk pretty much fought me the entire time since I was thirteen to have sex, but I managed to hold on through sheer willpower. It didn’t mean there weren’t hundreds of close calls; I had never crossed the line with anyone, though. We went to a love hotel for our first time, the main reason was for the privacy, as there was a real chance that both our rooms had hidden cameras or sound recorders.
Momo went to strip, and I stopped her. I wanted to unwrap my late birthday present myself as I moved to her and began kissing her. That tingling sensation began as our energy mingled, my draining kiss could take or give life, but also excite the person I kissed more than anyone without the power could. My cock pressed against her as she pushed her body into mine, trying to embrace me as much as she could.
She was wearing a prototype of her hero costume. I’d have to give my own input for the next iteration; the large amount of skin she was showing was going to hurt her hero rating. Perhaps a detachable segment or a cloth cover blocking her stomach that wouldn’t affect her pulling out larger items. Because as much as sex sold products and made heroes ‘popular’, it would hinder her chances of reaching the top ten.
A large part of the ranking dealt with the hero commission, and they were a bunch of old men. If it were just people rescued or villains defeated, the Pussycats or Endeavor would be top, but global appeal played a large part. All Might caught fewer villains and saved fewer civilians, but because he was so popular, he was still number one.
I slowly unzipped the back of her costume, our bodies pressed together so tightly that it held even after I completely unzipped it. When I started pushing down her belt, she finally noticed and backed off slightly; it was enough that the one-piece top fell down, exposing her upper half. She was so surprised she took another step back, and the belt fell down with the rest of her clothes, leaving us staring at each other, her fully naked, me fully clothed.
She looked at me shyly, not meeting my gaze, one hand hooked around her back to hold her other arm. The only thing it did was push her chest out even more. I moved in and grabbed her breasts that she was pushing toward me. She looked surprised, but the tent in my pants showed what I thought of her, how much beauty I found in her appearance.
We worked together to quickly disrobe me, and she fell back on the bed, which made her large chest jiggle and bounce for a few seconds. I didn’t let her overthink it and get in her own head; it was insanely attractive and not something to be embarrassed about. My mouth was already full of saliva from the thought of sucking on her breasts, and when I finally got the chance, I took it.
Her breasts weren’t as tasteless as I thought they’d be. No, whatever bodywash she used before we came here was natural enough to leave a sweet aftertaste, and I couldn’t help but lick her entire breasts as I tried to pin down the taste. She moaned up a storm as I began to motorboat her, my cock rubbing against her entrance before I asked. “Do we need a condom or?”
She caught her breath and answered. “N-no… Huff I have an… IUD to stop getting pregnant before I’m ready to.” That was all the heads up I needed as I pierced her barrier. It would have made more sense now that I thought about it to prepare her more. I was bigger than average, but I thought she could handle it. She winced from the pain as her nails started to dig into my back. I don’t think she was conscious of what she was doing, but her body moved to hurt me like I hurt her.
My first orgasm came quickly; I didn’t even get a single pump into her before I erupted for my first time. I was a horny teenager, pent up and ready to burst when we started. It was a small miracle I hadn’t creamed my pants, but I was still ready to go, and my first orgasm only lubricated her tunnel more, making it easier to push into her without hurting her.
I felt it, though, as her tunnel coiled around me; I felt my strength slightly improve, something I thought might be possible, but didn’t know for sure. I asked her. “Hey… When I… Came in you… Did you… Feel stronger?” She was looking at where we were connected, looking up in a daze as she asked. “Huh!?” “Don’t worry about it, I’ll ask again when we’re done.”
I started to move inside her, and that was enough to get me to cum again. She came shortly after that; the feeling was weaker, but still there. The next time we orgasmed, we did it together, still a feeling but weaker again. By then, I was fully fucking her full tilt, her legs were on my shoulders as I had her folded in half and slammed away at her.
I felt it, a possessiveness I had never felt before. Screw marriage contracts, screw our families. I wanted her and would make her my own. My hands were magnetized to her breasts. Whenever my hands could play with them, they would, and my mouth moved between kissing her and sucking her nipples. Every time I slammed into her, I swear I could see pink hearts form in her eyes. A slight glow came from her abdomen every time I pumped my seed into her.
I was going off instinct. The connection we were making wasn’t as strong as it could be because of her birth control. I knew our connection would be even stronger if my seed could reach her womb. I knew she was falling in love with me, that connection was very similar to mine, except with one difference, she would be willing to share me… Or at least she would… After I was done with her tonight.
