It's a bright day in Tokyo, and Anissa watches from the rooftop of a skyscraper, her piercing blue eyes scanning the city below, specifically, the district where Japan's superpowered elite gather. She adjusts the snug fit of her orange skirt, the fabric pulling taut against her muscular thighs as she shifts her weight. (They call this place a haven for the extraordinary. Let's see if any of them can measure up.)
Her first target is a man they call Raijin, his body crackling with barely contained electricity as he strides through the streets below. She descends silently, landing before him with a tremor that cracks the pavement. "You," she says, voice low and commanding. "You have potential. But potential alone won't satisfy me." Raijin's eyes widen, his fists sparking defensively. "Who the hell...?"
Anissa doesn't let him finish. She steps forward, her fingers curling around his wrist tight enough to bruise, but not yet break. "I need someone strong enough to survive me," she murmurs, her breath hot against his ear. "Are you?" His pulse jumps under her grip, his muscles tensing as he tries, and fails, to pull free. (Good. At least he resists.)
The scent of ozone fills the air as Raijin's electricity surges, but Anissa doesn't flinch. The energy licks up her arm, sending a tingle through her skin, pleasant, almost teasing. She smirks. "Is that all?" Her other hand slides up his chest, feeling the rapid hammer of his heart beneath her palm. "Pathetic." With a sharp twist, she flips him onto his back, pinning him effortlessly beneath her. (This one won't do. But the hunt has only begun.)
Raijin's head is still spinning when Anissa releases him, her heels clicking sharply against the fractured pavement as she strides away without a backward glance. The crowd parts instinctively, their murmurs a mix of awe and fear, but she ignores them, just as she ignores the lingering stares tracing the hypnotic sway of her hips beneath the snug orange skirt. (Humans. So easily distracted by flesh.)
"Damn, those legs could crush a man's skull," a woman's voice purrs from a café table, her cleavage nearly spilling onto the saucer in front of her. Anissa doesn't break stride, rolling her eyes hard enough to strain the muscles. (Such a pointless fixation. Like trying to breed thoroughbreds with livestock.)
She's halfway down the block when a new voice pipes up, high-pitched, eager, and unmistakably male. "Whoa, lady, those heels make your ass look even more insane than it already is!" Anissa pauses, brows knitting as she scans the street... then lowers her gaze. The boy barely reaches her waist, his round face flushed with unabashed glee as he ogles her. (What fresh absurdity is this?)
Minoru grins up at her, undeterred by the glacial chill in her stare. "Seriously, you're like, sculpted. Bet you could bench-press me with one arm." His fingers twitch like he's resisting the urge to reach out and test the theory.
Anissa exhales through her nose, debating whether flicking him into orbit would be worth the paperwork. "Child," she says flatly, "you are fortunate I don't vaporize pests on sight."
Minoru puffs out his cheeks indignantly. "Whoa, hey! I'm fifteen, not five... U.A. High's top hero course, baby!" His stubby fingers jab at the insignia on his blazer, nearly losing balance on his toes. "Bet my Quirk's got more *sticking* power than that lightning dork you just ragdolled." His grin turns sly, voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Wanna see?"
(He's... offering? As if she's some blushing schoolgirl?) Anissa's eyebrow twitches, but her thighs tense involuntarily at the boldness. The scent of his sweat, sharp with adrenaline, not fear, tickles her nostrils.
His grape-like hair bobs as he leans closer, undeterred by her glacial silence. "C'mon, you're scanning this district for *talent*, right?" Minoru waggles his brows. "I've got stamina, creativity, *and* I'm great at follow-through." His tongue darts out to wet his lips. "Hero stats don't lie."
Anissa's breath hitches, not at the words, but the pulse thrumming in his throat when she steps into his space. (So small. So... unbroken.) Her knuckle tilts his chin up, feeling the smooth young skin against her own. "Tell me, *hero*," she murmurs, "does your school teach surrender... or survival?"
Minoru's pupils dilate, but his smirk doesn't waver. "Lady, I specialize in *endurance*." His hips shift, subtle, deliberate, brushing the seam of his pants against her thigh. "Wanna test the curriculum?"
A hot coil twists low in Anissa's belly. (Insolent. Persistent. *Alive.*) She lets her thumb drag along his jugular, relishing the jump of his pulse. "Perhaps," she concedes, "you'll last longer than the last one."
Minoru's laugh is breathless, giddy. "Oh, I'll *outlast*." His fingers twitch toward her waistband. "Bet your supermodel body on it."
Anissa doesn't humor the bravado. Her left hand snaps out, gripping the collar of his blazer, lifting him effortlessly like a kitten by the scruff. His feet kick uselessly in midair, the sudden rush of wind stealing his breath as she rockets skyward. "Whoa... hey! A little warning!" Minoru's voice pitches higher than usual, clinging to her wrist like a lifeline. (Holy shit, she smells like ozone and something spicy...)
"Where are we...?" he gasps, craning his neck to watch the city shrink beneath them, his stomach flipping. Then, predictably, his grin returns, lopsided and hopeful. "Your place? Or..." his tongue darts over his lips, "...one of those fancy love hotels with the heart-shaped beds?"
Anissa's chuckle is low, dangerous. "A sparring match." She adjusts her grip, letting his thigh brush against her hip deliberately. "Win, and you can have me. Lose..." Her thumb traces the flutter of his pulse. "Well. You'll learn why Viltrumites don't coddle."
Minoru's mind whirs into overdrive. (Oh hell yes, full access to *that*... wait, she crushed Raijin like a beer can...) His panic spikes, but then his fingers twitch near his belt. (Sticky Balls don't discriminate... one good shot and...) His grin turns sharp. "Game on, gorgeous."
Anissa looks around and spots what looks like a small abandoned part of the city, concrete canyons, hollowed-out buildings, rubble-strewn streets, perfect for what she has in mind. Her heels crunch against the cracked asphalt as she lands, releasing Minoru with a careless flick of her wrist. He stumbles but catches himself, his smirk widening as he recognizes the familiar terrain. (Battle Trial Zone C... perfect. Home field advantage.)
She shrugs off her tailored jacket, folding it with military precision before setting it aside on a rusted steel beam. Rolling her shoulders, she arches into a deep stretch that makes her muscles ripple beneath her sleeveless top. This sticks out her big breasts that slightly bounce back when she stops stretching.
Minoru's tongue practically lolls out. "Holy shit, those bad boys could win wars," he breathes, fingers twitching like he's measuring them in midair.
Anissa sighs, unimpressed. "Child, if you survive the next five minutes, you can worship them properly." She rolls her neck, the vertebrae cracking ominously.
Minoru's grin turns feral. "Oh, I'm *way* past worshipping," he says, already backing toward a shattered storefront. His grape-like hair bounces as he cocks his head. "Gonna *earn* the right to motorboat those goddesses. Catch me if you can, gorgeous!" And then... impossibly... he bolts, stubby legs pumping as he vanishes into the maze of broken concrete.
Anissa blinks. (He *ran*? From *her*?) The audacity curls hot in her stomach. She exhales through her nose, rolling onto the balls of her feet, muscles coiling like a panther's. "Fine," she murmurs. "Let's play." She lunges after him, her heels cracking the pavement where he'd stood seconds before. The chase sends a thrill down her spine, not at the hunt, but at the sheer, suicidal *gall* of it.
Minoru finds the building he was looking for, five stories of crumbling concrete, its hollowed-out guts exposed through shattered windows. He darts inside, his breath coming fast, not from fear but exhilaration. (Alright, grape-brain, time to get *sticky*.) He yanks a handful of purple spheres from his head, hurling them in rapid succession "thwip, thwip, thwip" each one adhering to the walls with a wet squelch, forming a web of potential traps. He grins, panting. (Let's see how she handles *this* ambush.)
The doorway darkens. Anissa stands there, one shoulder leaning against the frame, her silhouette backlit by the dying sun. Her arms are crossed over her big breasts. The hem of her skirt rides high enough to make Minoru's throat go dry. He wolf-whistles, sharp and appreciative. "Damn, lady, that pose is *criminal*... like you're about to step on me and I'd thank you for it." His gaze drags up her legs, lingering on the flex of her thighs. "Those shapely, sexy legs could snap my spine and I'd die happy." He licks his lips. "And when I get my hands on that sexy ass, I'm gonna worship it like a shrine."
Anissa exhales through her nose, but her fingers curl tighter around her own bicep, white-knuckled, like she's restraining herself from throttling him or pulling him closer. (Such vulgarity. Such *certainty*.) She steps out of her heels, the concrete dust sticking to the soles of her bare feet as she strides forward. "Your name," she demands, voice low.
"Minoru Mineta," he chirps, bouncing on his toes despite the sweat slicking his palms. "But you can call me 'future husband'." His grin is all teeth, no shame.
Anissa's lips twitch, almost a smile, almost a snarl. She puts one hand on her hip, the other flexing at her side, ready to grab or crush, Minoru isn't sure which. "Anissa," she says, slow and deliberate, like she's tasting the syllables before spitting them out. "And you, little hero, will be mine before dawn."
Minoru smirks, blowing her a kiss, bold, reckless, the kind of move that should get him atomized. "Promises, promises," he sing-songs, bouncing on his toes.
Anissa exhales through her nose and charges at him, human speed, almost lazy, like she's humoring a child. (Big mistake.) Minoru's grin turns feral. He leaps backward, his sticky balls already planted on the cracked concrete behind him. His small frame rockets off the first one with a wet *thwip*, then ricochets off another, his laughter high and giddy as he becomes a purple blur around her.
Anissa's eyes widen, just for a fraction of a second, before Minoru's sticky spheres slap onto the inside of her calves, pinning her legs together mid-stride. She stumbles, muscles flexing against the restraint, but before she can rip free, Minoru rebounds off another ball, his small hands smacking both her plush asscheeks with a sharp *clap* that echoes through the ruined building. "Told you I'd worship!" he crows, already twisting midair to palm her left breast through the thin fabric of her sleeveless top, squeezing just hard enough to make her breath hitch.
Anissa snarls, her fingers twitching toward his throat, but Minoru plants a sticky ball on her ribs, right beneath her top, as he flips away, sticking the landing on a fractured beam above her. He's panting, sweat dripping down his temples, but his grin is pure victory. "Still think I'm just a pest?" he taunts, peeling off another ball with a wet pop. "Or am I *growing* on you?"
Anissa's nostrils flare, her thighs trembling, not from exertion, but something hotter, darker. (This brat... this *insolent* brat...) Her lips curl, slow and dangerous. "Oh, Minoru," she purrs, rolling her shoulders. "You have no idea."
Minoru looks her up and down slowly, breath ragged but victorious. "Oh-ho~, that little gasp... you *liked* that, didn't you?" His grin splits wider when her jaw tightens. "Bet you've never had someone pin you down before."
Anissa keeps trying to pull her calves apart from each other, her thighs straining against the purple balls sticking them together, but she can't budge them. (What kind of Quirk...) Her breath catches in surprise, then tightens into a snarl. "You *dare*...?"
Minoru doesn't let her finish. He ricochets off another ball with a wet *thwip*, his small frame a blur as he darts past her, fingers dragging up the exposed skin of her ribcage before slapping another sticky sphere beneath her pulled-up top. The wet heat of his palm lingers against her ribs before he's gone again, bouncing off the ceiling like a manic pinball. "Daring's my middle name, gorgeous," he crows, twisting midair to smack his lips against hers in a fleeting, messy kiss.
Anissa jerks back, but the movement sends her floating upward, her arms pinned to her sides by the balls Minoru's already stuck there. Her glare burns hotter than a supernova, but before she can retaliate, Minoru rebounds off a wall with a gleeful whoop, his small hand cracking against her ass with enough force to send her careening forward. "Race you to the wall!" he taunts, already zigzagging away.
Anissa rockets after him to headbutt him, with her arms and legs stuck, her head is her only weapon, but Minoru ducks at the last second, his grape-like hair brushing her nose as she sails past. The wall explodes into dust and rebar when she plows through it, her momentum carrying her straight into the adjacent building's crumbling support beam. Concrete fractures around her like a spiderweb, her bare shoulders scraping against jagged edges as she tumbles through the debris. (This *insect*... this *infuriating* insect...)
Minoru's laughter echoes through the hollowed-out ruins, breathless and exhilarated. "Whoops! Didn't think you'd take *head* so literally!" He perches atop a dangling steel girder, peeling off another sticky ball with a wet *pop*. "But hey, if you wanna get *horizontal* with me, just say so!"
Anissa's body hums with suppressed fury, her muscles coiled tight beneath sticky restraints. (This *worm*... this *laughing* worm...) She exhales sharply through her nose, then, without warning, punches straight upward, her head tearing through three floors of concrete like wet paper. Dust rains down as she rockets into the open sky, her orange skirt flaring around her thighs. Her arms and legs still stuck to her body.
Minoru blinks at the sudden absence, then at the gaping hole in front of him. (Wait... what's taking her so long to...) The air shrieks above him, and his instincts scream before his brain catches up. "Oh *fuck*...!" He barely bounces off a sticky ball in time before Anissa plummets like a meteor, her body a sleek, furious blur. The ground erupts where he'd stood seconds before, asphalt shattering into a crater deep enough to swallow a car. Minoru ricochets off his own sphere, panting, his grape-like hair bouncing wildly. "Whoa, gorgeous! Didn't realize you wanted me *under* you *that* bad!"
Anissa emerges from the wreckage in a slow, deliberate arch, dust cascading off her shoulders as she floats upright. Her thighs flex against the sticky restraints, her lips curling at the way Minoru's breath hitches when she does. "Tell me, *hero*," she murmurs, voice dripping with venomous amusement, "do you always play with forces you can't control?" Her hips tilt forward, the motion deliberate, watching his gaze snap to the way her skirt clings to her curves.
Minoru licks his lips, peeling another sphere from his scalp with a wet pop. "Lady, I *specialize* in uncontrollable forces." His fingers twitch, eyes locked on the way her muscles strain against his Quirk's grip. (Holy shit, she's *flexing* on purpose...) "But hey, if you wanna *struggle* a little more, I'm not complaining." He lobs the sticky ball with a flick of his wrist, aiming straight for the cleft of her collarbones.
Anissa dodges, or tries to. Her thighs jerk apart instinctively, but Minoru's earlier traps hold firm, forcing her to twist midair instead. The sphere whizzes past, grazing the swell of her breast before sticking to the wall behind her. (Damn it...) She rockets forward again, aiming to ram him with her shoulder, but Minoru *vanishes* in a blur of purple.
The air behind her stirs, then two small, clammy hands slide up her ribs, squeezing her D-cups through the damp fabric of her top. "Told you I'd earn the right," Minoru breathes into the nape of her neck, fingers kneading just hard enough to make her gasp. Anissa arches back with a snarl, flipping straight up like a coiled spring, but Minoru clings to the sticky balls beneath her shirt, his legs wrapping around her waist as she soars.
Then, *release*. He peels away with a wet schlick, kicking off her back to rebound off a nearby pillar. Anissa plummets earthward, her spine slamming into the pavement hard enough to crater it. Dust billows up in a choking cloud, and when it clears, Minoru's perched on a broken fire escape, grinning down at her sprawled form. Her arms and legs splay uselessly, pinned, and her back now stuck to the ground by the two spheres suctioned to the small of her back.
"Still think I'm just a pest?" Minoru taunts, peeling off another ball and rolling it between his fingers. His smirk widens as Anissa's chest heaves, her nipples pebbling visibly through her top. "Or..." He bounces down beside her, close enough that his breath ghosts over her parted lips. "...wanna admit I've *stuck* the landing?"
Anissa exhales sharply, her muscles straining uselessly against the restraints. (This... this humiliation...) Her jaw clenches, then relaxes with a defeated sigh. "You win, Minoru." The words taste like ash, but the heat between her thighs betrays her. "I'm yours."
Minoru's breath hitches. (Holy shit. *Holy shit.*) He leans in, capturing her lips in a messy, claiming kiss, his tongue sliding against hers with a greed that makes her toes curl. When he pulls back, his pupils are blown, his grin feral. "Here or a love hotel, gorgeous? Because I'm *dying* to see what those hips can really do."
Anissa's thighs press together reflexively, the sticky balls shifting with the motion, pulling a quiet gasp from her lips. The rubble beneath her is rough against her bare shoulders, the contrast of discomfort and arousal making her pulse hammer. "Here," she murmurs, tilting her chin up in challenge. "Unless you're scared of getting dirty."
Minoru's smirk widens, slow and predatory. "Oh, I *love* dirty." He leans down, his breath hot against her lips before sealing them with another kiss, this one deeper, hungrier. His tongue slides against hers with a filthy wet sound before he pulls back just enough to murmur, "But first..." His lips trail down her jawline, teeth scraping lightly before he sucks a bruising mark into the tender skin of her neck. "Gotta make sure everyone knows who you belong to."
She arches into his mouth with a sharp inhale, her nipples hardening further as his hands push her damp top up over her breasts. The fabric rasps against her sensitive skin, the sudden exposure to the cool air making her shiver. Minoru licks his lips as he hooks his fingers under the cups of her bra, peeling them down with deliberate slowness until her heavy tits spill free, bouncing slightly with the motion. "Fuck," he breathes, voice thick with reverence. "Knew they'd be perfect."
Then, without warning, he dives face-first between them, his nose pressing into her cleavage as he motorboats her with shameless enthusiasm. The wet heat of his tongue drags along the underside of one breast, then the other, his laughter muffled against her skin when she jerks against the restraints. "Oh, you *like* that, huh?" he taunts, nipping lightly at the swell. "Bet no one's ever worshipped these like they deserve." His teeth graze her nipple next, just shy of painful, and Anissa's breath catches in her throat, her hips bucking helplessly against the air.
Anissa bites her full bottom lip and looks down at Minoru with narrowed eyes, watching the way his tongue drags up the valley between her breasts with shameless enthusiasm. (Humans waste so much energy on mating rituals... yet here I am, letting this brat defile me like some common whore.)
Minoru than slides his tongue all over both her big breasts, making sure to coat them in saliva, before he pauses to smirk up at her. "God, these are *perfect*. Soft but firm, just like I hoped. Bet they'd feel even better wrapped around my..."
Anissa cuts him off with a sharp exhale through her nose, her fingers twitching against the sticky restraints. (Pathetic. He reduces millennia of conquest to this crude fixation.)
Minoru than covers her big spit shined breasts in kisses. His lips trail wetly from one nipple to the other, alternating slow, sucking kisses with playful nips that make Anissa's thighs tense. (Such absurd devotion to flesh... yet my body responds regardless.)
He chuckles against her skin when her hips jerk involuntarily. "Damn, lady... your tits taste like victory," he murmurs before sealing his mouth over her left nipple with a filthy slurp, his tongue circling the stiff peak with obscene precision.
Anissa's breath hitches as unfamiliar pleasure coils low in her abdomen, her back arching off the rubble despite herself. (This... this shouldn't feel so...) "Cease your prattling," she growls, but the command lacks its usual steel when Minoru switches breasts mid-sentence, sucking her right nipple deep into his mouth with a groan that vibrates through her entire body.
"You're *so* fucking hot when you try to act pissed," Minoru pants against her damp skin, his spit-slick lips dragging upward to trace the hollow of her throat. His fingers knead the soft undersides of her breasts possessively, thumbs brushing her nipples in teasing circles. "Bet you've never had someone worship these properly... all those other boys too busy to appreciate *art*."
Anissa's retort dies in her throat when he suddenly takes both nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, rolling them with just enough pressure to make her gasp. (This insolent...!) Her hips buck uselessly against the air, her thighs slick with arousal she refuses to acknowledge.
Minoru grins up at her, pupils blown black with triumph. "Uh-oh... think I found your *real* weak spot," he purrs before lowering his head to suckle greedily at her left breast again, his free hand sliding down to rub her stomach.
Anissa moans softly despite herself, her muscular abdomen clenching beneath Minoru's teasing fingers. (This...this is ridiculous...) She looks down while breathing heavily, locking eyes with Minoru as his tongue swirls lazily around her right nipple. His pupils are blown wide with lust, and she swears she can see cartoonish red hearts forming in them, a ridiculous human expression of desire she'd scoff at under normal circumstances.
"Disgusting," she murmurs breathlessly, watching his lips stretch into a wet grin around her flesh. The word lacks venom, especially when he suddenly pushes her breasts together, hot breath ghosting over both puckered nipples before his mouth seals over them simultaneously. Anissa's back arches violently off the rubble, a ragged gasp tearing from her throat as pleasure spikes through her like lightning. (Nine centuries...and no one...) Her thighs tremble, sticky restraints pulling taut as she grinds helplessly against the air.
Minoru releases her with an obscene pop, spit-slick lips glistening under the dim light. "Fuck, you taste so damn good," he pants, thumbing her swollen nipples possessively. "God, these big girls deserve their own damn shrine... wanna lick 'em 'til they're raw."
Anissa exhales sharply through her nose, her hips twitching involuntarily, an involuntary betrayal her body refuses to suppress. (Nine hundred years of conquest, reduced to trembling beneath this... this *infant.*)
He leans up suddenly, catching her off guard when his small hands cup her jaw, his breath hot and sweet with stolen adrenaline. "Bet no one's ever kissed you right either like I do," he murmurs against her lips, not teasing, not mocking, just devastatingly earnest. The words shouldn't land like a blow, but they do, lodging somewhere behind her ribs as his mouth crashes into hers, messy and wet and *hungry*, his tongue tracing the seam of her lips until she parts them with a shudder. (Pathetic. Weak. *Perfect.*)
Anissa arches into the kiss with a groan she doesn't recognize as her own, her restraints pulling taut as she strains toward him, like muscle memory, like gravity. Minoru moans into her mouth when her teeth graze his bottom lip, his hips grinding instinctively against her stomach. "Shit, you're ruining me, gorgeous." he gasps, breaking away just long enough to drag his tongue along her pulse point. "Wanna wreck you right back."
His fingers trail down her sternum, pausing to flick her nipples once, twice, before sliding lower, tracing the defined ridges of her abdomen with reverent curiosity. "Fuck, you're *built*," he breathes, pressing a sloppy kiss just above her navel. "Bet you could snap me like a twig." His grin is pure challenge when he glances up at her.
Anissa exhales sharply through her nose, watching Minoru's hands glide over the dips between her hipbones. (Nine centuries of discipline undone by this *insect's* hands.) She wants to grab him by that ridiculous grape-like hair, force his face between her thighs until he chokes, but her fingers twitch uselessly against the sticky restraints. "If you're going to *do* something," she growls, flexing her thighs just to watch his pupils dilate further, "*do* it."
Minoru licks his lips, dragging his tongue along the sensitive inner crease of her left thigh first, slow and deliberate. The scent of her arousal hits him like a physical blow, musky, overwhelming, feminine , and he groans against her damp skin. "God, you smell good." He murmurs, nipping the tender flesh just to feel her jolt. "Like fucking forbidden flowers." His tongue traces lazy circles up her other thigh, savoring the way her muscles quiver beneath his mouth.
When he finally kisses the apex of her thighs, it's with the same filthy reverence he gave her breasts, open-mouthed, wet, *hungry*. Anissa's hips buck instinctively, but Minoru pins her down with surprising strength, his fingers digging into the meat of her thighs as he laps at her like a man starved. (This *worm*... this *laughing* worm...) Her breath comes in ragged bursts, her toes curling against the rubble as Minoru moans into her, the vibrations sending sparks up her spine.
Minoru gives her left thigh one last, lingering bite before hooking his fingers into the waistband of her orange skirt with a grin. "Gotta say, gorgeous, orange really *is* your color," he murmurs, peeling the fabric down her hips with deliberate slowness, watching the way her muscles flex involuntarily as each inch of skin is exposed. The skirt pools around her thighs, revealing the damp white panties clinging obscenely to her folds, and Minoru whistles low, his breath hitching. "Fuck, look at that... already *ruined* them." His thumb traces the soaked fabric, pressing just enough to make her twitch. "Bet you taste even better than you smell."
Anissa's nostrils flare as Minoru drags her panties down with agonizing patience, the fabric catching on her hips before finally slipping free. (Nine centuries of conquest reduced to *this*... spread bare beneath some brat's tongue.) Her thighs tense when the cool air hits her exposed folds, but Minoru doesn't give her a second to adjust, his fingers spreading her open with a reverence that borders on sacrilegious.
"God, you're *perfect*," he breathes, eyes wide as he takes her in, the flushed, swollen lips, the glistening slickness, the way her clit pulses visibly under his stare. "Like some kinda...*fuck*... alien supermodel pussy. Bet you could *kill* a man with this thing."
His tongue flicks out experimentally, tracing the seam of her folds with a teasing lightness that makes Anissa's hips jerk. Minoru grins against her, his breath hot. "Oh, you *like* that?" he taunts before diving in properly, his mouth sealing over her clit with a filthy, sucking kiss that wrings a choked gasp from her throat. Anissa's back arches off the rubble, her restraints pulling taut as Minoru licks into her like a man starved, his tongue broad and wet and *relentless*, swirling around her clit before dipping lower to lap at her entrance.
"Fuck...*there*..." Anissa hisses, her thighs clamping around his head as Minoru tongues her deeper, curling his tongue just *so* inside her, hitting a spot that makes her vision blur. She rolls her hips against his face shamelessly, chasing the friction, the heat, the way his nose bumps her clit with every thrust of his tongue. Minoru moans into her, the vibrations ricocheting through her core, his fingers digging bruises into her thighs as he drinks her down like she's the last oasis in a desert.
"Tastes like *victory*," he gasps between frantic licks, his lips glistening with her slick. Anissa's breath comes in ragged bursts, her muscles coiled tight as Minoru flicks his tongue over her clit in rapid, ruthless circles, then *sucks*, hard, his fingers sliding down to tease her entrance. The dual sensation snaps something inside her; Anissa cums with a cry that cracks pavement, her hips bucking wildly as clear fluid floods Minoru's mouth. He groans, swallowing greedily, his tongue milking every last pulse from her as she trembles beneath him.
(No male has ever...) The thought fractures as Minoru laps at her oversensitive clit, prolonging the aftershocks with lazy, indulgent strokes.
He pulls back just enough to grin up at her, his chin dripping, his pupils blown black with triumph. "Damn, gorgeous," he breathes, thumbing her swollen lips possessively. "You *drown* a guy." Anissa stares down at him, her chest heaving, her body humming with spent pleasure, and for the first time in centuries, finds herself *speechless*.
Minoru chuckles low in his throat before reaching behind her and peeling off the two sticky balls from the small of her back with a wet *pop*, tossing them aside carelessly. "There we go... now I can *really* get to work," he murmurs, voice dripping with anticipation as he flips her onto her stomach with surprising strength for his size. "Holy *shit*, your ass is a goddamn masterpiece," he breathes, punctuating the compliment with a sharp smack that makes the firm flesh jiggle hypnotically.
Anissa hisses through her teeth, her hips lifting instinctively as Minoru spreads her cheeks wide with both hands and drags his tongue from the base of her spine all the way down to her puckered hole in one slow, filthy stroke. (This... this *insolence*...) Her protest dies in her throat when he groans against her skin, the vibrations reverberating through her entire body as he laps hungrily at her asshole like it's his last meal.
"You taste even better back here," Minoru moans, his nose pressed flush against her ass as he tongues her rim with obscene precision. Anissa's fingers claw at the rubble beneath her, her thighs trembling when he suddenly sucks her rim into his mouth, his lips forming a tight seal as he pulses his tongue against the sensitive ring of muscle. "F-fucking *degenerate*," she rasps, her hips grinding back against his face despite herself, her body betraying her with every slick, eager roll of her pelvis.
Minoru laughs breathlessly against her skin, his thumbs digging into the soft flesh of her asscheeks as he spreads her even wider. "Oh, you *love* it," he taunts before slamming his tongue deep up her tight asshole, the wet muscle wriggling obscenely inside her. Anissa chokes on a moan, her fingers clawing at the rubble beneath her as he withdraws just to lick a slow, filthy stripe back up in between her asscheeks. "Fuck... your ass tastes like *sin*," he groans, nipping at the delicate skin of her inner thigh before diving back in, his tongue plunging into her ass with shameless abandon.
Anissa arches her back, her calves still stuck together, her arms still stuck to her sides, but her hips lift instinctively as Minoru's tongue hits deep between her cheeks, the wet muscle probing places no one, not in nine centuries, had dared explore. "F-filthy boy," she gasps, but the words shudder out of her when he spreads her cheeks wider with both hands, his breath hot against her most forbidden flesh.
"Oh, I *know*," Minoru groans against her skin, his thumbs kneading the plush curves possessively before he drags his tongue up her crack in one slow, obscene stroke that leaves her trembling.
"You're *so* damn tight back here," he murmurs against her puckered rim, his voice thick with awe as he circles it with the very tip of his tongue, teasing just enough to make her hips jerk. Anissa bites back a whimper, her thighs slick with arousal she can no longer deny, her breath hitching when Minoru suddenly *spits* right onto her hole, the warm wetness trickling down her crack before he laps it up greedily. "Fuck, you take it *so* good," he pants, his fingers digging bruises into her hips as he tongues her open with relentless precision, the wet slurps filling the ruined open city street.
Anissa's vision blurs when she cums hard for the first time from having her asshole eaten, her thighs shaking violently as Minoru tongue fucks her through it with relentless precision. "F-fuck, don't stop..." she snarls without thinking, her fingers cracking pavement as her hips grind shamelessly against his face, her asshole fluttering around his tongue like it's trying to milk him dry. Minoru groans like he's the one being pleasured, his nose buried so deep between her cheeks she can feel his hot breath in places no Viltrumite has ever allowed to be touched.
"Oh fuck yes, take it you perfect alien MILF," Minoru pants between sloppy, wet licks that have Anissa's toes curling against the rubble. His spit-slick fingers dig into the plush flesh of her asscheeks, spreading her obscenely wide as he watches her hole twitch around nothing. "God, look at you... gaping for me like some cheap back alley slut," he breathes, thumbing her stretched rim just to watch her hips jerk. Anissa's breath hitches when he suddenly spits directly onto her hole again, the warm wetness trickling down her taint before his tongue chases it with filthy precision.
"You like that, don't you? My nasty little spit lubing up your tight sexy ass," Minoru taunts, dragging the flat of his tongue up her crack in one long, obscene stroke that leaves her trembling.
Anissa glances over her shoulder, her breath still ragged from Minoru's relentless assault, her blue eyes narrowing as she watches him peel the last sticky restraint from her ankle with a wet *pop*. "Pathetic," she mutters, though the tremor in her voice betrays her. She turns her body around and pulls off her top and bra, letting them drop to the rubble-strewn ground. Her D-cup breasts bounce freely, still glistening from Minoru's earlier worship, nipples stiff and flushed from the abuse of his mouth. "This changes nothing," she growls, but the way her thighs press together tells a different story.
Minoru grins up at her, his fingers already working at the buttons of his own shirt. "Oh, it changes *everything*," he counters, shrugging out of the fabric with a flourish before kicking off his pants. His underwear follows in one swift motion, his cock springing free, six inches of flushed, thick arousal that looks obscenely large on his compact frame.
Anissa's eyebrow lifts, her lips parting slightly despite herself. (Disgusting. Yet... proportionally impressive.)
Minoru strokes himself lazily, his grin widening as he watches her gaze flicker downward. "Like what you see, gorgeous? Or are you just sizing me up for the kill?"
"Don't flatter yourself," Anissa snaps, but her breath hitches when Minoru steps closer, the heat of his body radiating against her thighs. His cock brushes her hip, leaving a sticky smear against her skin as he tilts his head up to meet her eyes. "You *want* this," he murmurs, his fingers tracing the curve of her hips.
"Insolent *worm*," she hisses, but her hips shift forward instinctively, her body betraying her again as Minoru's cock slides between her thighs, the thick length dragging through her slickness with a filthy, wet sound. He groans, his fingers digging into her hips as he rocks against her, his breath coming in ragged bursts against her skin below her breasts. "Fuck, you're *dripping*," he gasps, his voice thick with awe. "All that power, all that pride... and you *melt* for me."
Anissa's nails sink into his shoulders, her thighs trembling as Minoru's cockhead catches at her entrance, teasing but not pushing in. "Do it," she demands, her voice raw. "Or are you as weak as you look?"
Minoru laughs breathlessly below her big breasts, his grip tightening on her hips as he surges up into her with one sharp, brutal thrust that punches the air from her lungs. "Holy *fuck*," he groans, his cock buried to the hilt inside her slick heat, his balls pressed flush against her ass. "So tight... I'm finally inside a *real* woman..." His voice cracks as Anissa's walls clamp down around him, her pussy fluttering like it's trying to milk him dry already.
Anissa's thighs tighten around his waist instinctively, her long legs locking behind his back as she arches into the stretch. (Nine centuries... and this *child* fills me like...) The thought fractures when Minoru pulls out halfway only to slam back in hard enough to make her breasts bounce, his cock dragging against spots inside her that no Viltrumite lover ever touched. "Pathetic," she gasps, but her hips roll greedily against his, taking him deeper, her nails raking red lines down his shoulders.
Minoru grunts, his rhythm already frantic as he fucks up into her with short, punishing thrusts that make her toes curl. "You're *squeezing* me like a goddamn vice," he pants, his forehead pressing against her skin as his hips piston between her thighs. "Fuck, you feel *better* than I imagined... and I imagined *a lot*." His fingers dig bruises into her asscheeks as he adjusts his angle, his next thrust hitting so deep she sees stars.
Anissa's breath hitches when the bottoms of her breasts slap against the top of his head with every snap of his hips, the soft flesh bouncing obscenely against his scalp. "You... *ah*... talk too much," she snarls, but her thighs tremble as Minoru's cock drags against a spot that makes her spine arch.
"I'm just getting started," he growls, his voice ragged as he pistons into her harder, his balls slapping against her ass with every brutal thrust. Anissa's pussy clenches around him involuntarily, her orgasm coiling tight in her belly as he fucks her like a man possessed. "That's it, gorgeous... cum on my cock," he gasps, his fingers digging into her waist as he slams into her one final time, balls deep, just as her climax rips through her with a guttural cry.
Minoru groans her name like a prayer as his own release crashes over him, his cock pulsing inside her as he empties himself in hot, thick spurts that flood her clenching walls. "Fuck... *fuck*," he whimpers, his hips stuttering as he rides out the aftershocks, his cum spilling out around his still-hard shaft in sticky rivulets that drip down her thighs.
Anissa blinks, her pupils slowly contracting as the world stops spinning. With a slow, deliberate motion, she unwraps her long, muscular legs from around his waist, the friction of her skin sliding against his making a wet, tacky sound. She lets out a sharp exhale as he pulls out of her with a soft, suctioning pop, leaving her entrance gaping and dripping. "Enough," she commands, though the edge of her voice has softened into a husky rasp. "Get dressed, little worm. Now." She doesn't wait for him to respond, her fingers already working to pull her lace panties and orange skirt back into place, the fabric clinging to her damp skin. "I left my jacket and heels a few yards back. Stay put." In a sudden blur of motion, she launches upward, the sonic pop of her departure rattling the nearby rubble as she vanishes into the skyline.
Minoru sits there for a moment, dazed and smelling of sex and ozone, before scrambling to pull his clothes back on. By the time he's managed to button his shirt and tug up his pants, a gust of wind slams into the street, and Anissa descends, landing with a heavy thud that makes the concrete shudder. She is fully composed again, her orange blazer crisp and her heels clicking with predatory precision, though her blue eyes still smolder with a hunger that hasn't been sated. Without a word, she reaches down and scoops him up into her arms, hoisting his small frame against her chest as if he weighed nothing at all. She crushes her lips to his in a kiss that tastes of salt and dominance, her tongue sweeping through his mouth with a possessive force that leaves him breathless.
"Tell me," she murmurs against his lips, her breath hot and demanding, "which way to the nearest Love Hotel for round two?"
Minoru lets out a shaky laugh, his small hands instinctively migrating upward to knead the heavy, soft weight of her D-cup breasts through the fabric of her top. He feels the rhythmic thrum of her heart beneath his palms, a powerful, steady beat that matches the hunger in her gaze. "Two blocks east, gorgeous," he pants, his fingers squeezing the plush curves of her chest as he points the way. "Just try not to break the bed when we get there."
Anissa kisses him again as she lifts herself into the air, the sudden change in altitude making Minoru's stomach lurch. She doesn't fly high, instead hovering just a few feet off the cracked pavement, her grip on his small frame iron-clad and possessive. "You're remarkably bold for something so fragile," she murmurs, her voice vibrating through his chest. "Most men would be trembling in the wake of a Viltrumite's pleasure."
Minoru lets out a jagged breath, his fingers sinking deeper into the warmth of her breasts, feeling the dense, athletic muscle beneath the softness of her curves. "Bold is my middle name, gorgeous," he quips, though his voice is strained. "And let's be real... you're the one who can't get enough of a guy who barely reaches your hip." He gives a playful squeeze, savoring the way her pupils dilate at the touch.
Anissa's response is a low, rumbling growl that vibrates through her ribcage and into his palms. "Your arrogance is almost as impressive as your stamina," she murmurs, her grip tightening around him as she banks a hard turn toward the neon-lit district. The wind whips past them, smelling of rain and city exhaust, but all Minoru can smell is the intoxicating scent of her skin, a mix of high-end perfume and the musky, primal tang of their recent collision. He shifts in her arms, his thighs brushing against her powerful forearms, feeling the sheer, terrifying strength held in a casual, effortless embrace.