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You know better than to walk alone and yet, here you are – scurrying past brick and beings just to make it home at a reasonable hour. You hadn’t intended to stay in town for so long, but much of you missed the world that existed beyond your room. In fact, you were so enamored with seeing familiar faces that you didn’t realize where the day went. The evening quickly crept and you found yourself desperately trying to keep up with the fleeting light.
The sun seems to descend further and further over the horizon with each step you take. People must think you’re crazy for practically running towards the woods, but it seemed as if you had no other option. You knew that it was far faster for you to make it through the brush than to navigate the winding streets.
But you also were aware that maybe this wasn’t the safest option available…
There are rumors about these woods. Where darkness lingers, so too do nasty deities. You heard there were gods here that couldn’t make it into heaven or hell. You heard they were far too repulsive. You heard they harbored ancient evils. They were always referenced when someone went missing and always blamed when the crops went bad. All eyes turned to those thick trees when misery manifested and those same eyes adverted their gaze when they felt like something was looking back.
You knew something forgotten lied within this forest, but you weren’t exactly looking forward to finding out what it was at this odd hour.
It won’t take long… You tell yourself. Optimism is something you need to rely on if you are to make it out alive.
Shadows soon submerge the scene. You have trained your eyes for this moment and rely on the moonlight to guide you. Despite the light that drapes this dreary terrain, you can’t help but hyperfocus on every little noise you hear around you.
Branches shuttering, leaves falling, grass moving, and birds cawing all become obnoxiously audible and awaken anxiety within you. You begin to doubt that you are the source of all these sounds, even if your feet are pounding out a path in the darkness. Your fears are manifesting beyond your make. You swear to the gods that someone is behind you.
But just when you gather the courage to confront this creature, you are met with absolutely nothing…
Nothing at all. A sigh of relief leaves your lips. But all at once, concern creeps forth once more. Maybe it moved in front of-…
Before your thought can be completed, you hear another noise in the distance. This time, you’re certain it doesn’t belong to you – in fact, it sounds like it belongs to more than just one being. While running would be a perfectly normal response, you don’t feel compelled to retreat. It seems the chaos in the distance is directed between two people rather than two beasts. You’d much prefer to be in the company of your kind and feel relief wash over your form once more.
For a moment, you allow the feeling of security to linger a little longer – a pity you’d come to regret that.
You hear voices – normal voices – arguing just beyond that bend. You even see what looks like a fire between these forms. They must be camping; they must be adventuring in the evening. And, more importantly, they must know the right way to the main road. Your grin widens at the thought of seeking safety and salvation during these odd hours. You prepare yourself to greet these men, but your song is quickly hushed the moment your eyes are able to absorb the scene before you. Quickly, your lips bow, expressing both disbelief and dread at what exactly you were witnessing.
At first, you could only make sense of their shadows… Their bodies were moving so quickly, so violently, that it made it difficult to decipher their designs. You could only assume they were embracing conflict. You heard the occasional collision of skin and grunts from these brash brutes. But the moment one stopped to wipe away spit and sweat, you were able to make sense of their appearance.
That-… That wasn’t human; they weren’t human.
One is a blonde beast. Despite the fires that surround his form, his eyes burn far brighter. They’re red and ready to lay ruin to the world. His arms are immense and muscular, matching the rest of his shirtless presence.
But his hands…?
Christ – you’ve never seen claws so eager to cut away at something to its core. You swear those things could slice through bone and steel and it looks like they already have. Ears, alert and attentive, remain perched upon his head. And his fangs – … You could only imagine what they were able to maul through.
The other that he’s fighting is just as unexpected. For a moment, you swore he was mortal until you got a good look at this head. Two horns adorned him, serving as a crown upon his make – one slightly bent and proud, while the other was broken. His eyes were the first things that captivated you. One resembled that of azure, while the other was a brilliant red. The rest of his body was completely normal, but the magic emerging from his hands was not.
Was he…controlling the elements? You found yourself sweating and shivering all at once. It seems fire and ice were his forte and he made that quite clear through the way he marked the land with his abilities.
So… It was true – everything they said was true.
There are gods that roam this world; there are beasts that linger within the brush. There are monsters that look like men! And they’re here, right before your very eyes, embracing combat the moment the sun is out of sight!
You know you should fear them and their fighting, but the chaos brings you closer. You have to see it for yourself in order to affirm it later on to friends. You want to make sure you drink in all of this damnation so that it can’t be confused with a dream later on. You brace on a tree beside you and peek further at the ongoing action.
Bakugou remains unwavering despite the onslaught of attacks he’s endured. He stands unfazed, wiping away the dirt that once graced his lips. Eyes never leave the other’s sight. He’s so immersed in his actions, that he doesn’t initially take into account the watcher in the distance. He is more centered on punishing the cretin that dared to wander too far into his home – and so audaciously! Most would recoil in fear and beg for forgiveness, but it seems this hybrid of a heathen cared not for pleasantries with a beast.
He assumed himself superior – a common mistake to make before a wild thing.
His lip curls, revealing fangs that are eager to annihilate. He’s got an appetite for destruction and it was awakened by this formal fool.
Todoroki, on the other hand, failed to be impressed by the other’s actions. The only reason he wasn’t going all out, was because he was requested to avoid obvious contact with earth’s creatures. He’s already violating his divine orders, but he’s certain an exception could be made if he told the higher powers that his opponent was a fellow fiend. He simply wanted to map out the mortal realm since so much time had passed between now and the creation of mankind.
It was a request provided by both the holy and the heinous. And since he is half angel and half devil, it is easier for him to appease both parties.
But never did he anticipate getting attacked… Even when he explained to the other his intentions, it seemed like that wasn’t good enough. He knows he shouldn’t obliterate him, but the temptation to tarnish is there. Todoroki could be getting so much done right now, but he’s wasting his time fighting a tireless titan who only cares about having his ego appeased.
Bakugou doesn’t think that’s the case. It’s not about ego – it’s about ensuring protection. He needs to make sure this space, this sanctuary, goes unharmed by humans and holy-things alike. He doesn’t care if this man was sent by higher powers who had a hand in his creation – he only cares about making sure his home goes untouched!
And on a night like this, when the moon is full and fulgent, he becomes hyper-invested in enduring its salvation. The halfling made the mistake of choosing this hour and this day to engage him. He is at the moon’s mercy and allows it to control his most awful of actions.
“Ya done yet? Ya wanna call y’er daddy to come fight for ya – huh, pretty boy?” The beast utters words of antagonism and follows them up with a cackle. He wonders if the other is ready to call upon the devil himself to take him down. Only the command of someone so callous could make him stop his assault.
Todoroki simply rolls his eyes at the other. He has no interest in seeking help over a situation he can handle himself. The devil has far more important matters to attend to than an earthly quarrel.
“I assure you, at the rate you’re going, you’ll meet my father soon enough.”
Bakugou takes that tone as a challenge. He positions himself to pounce, readying anxious muscles that seek to obliterate the other. But before he can move, a sudden scent fills his nostrils. It’s unlike anything he’s breathed in before. It doesn’t match the smell of cinders, or the obnoxious aura emitted by his enemy.
No – this scent is actually intoxicating, alluring, enjoyable. But all at once, it taps into his primal desires to protect what’s his. He’ll have no more strangers within his home – not if he can help it.
He turns his body towards you, waiting for you to reveal yourself. Your body freezes from fear. You didn’t anticipate getting caught! What happened to his distraction? Didn’t he find the fight more favorable than someone who was hiding behind a tree? You didn’t even move – how could he have possibly known you were there? You knew these beings had powers, but you didn’t expect them to be so elite and experienced.
You aren’t sure how to respond, but your feet begin to shift for you, rustling the leaves beneath you. That’s all it takes for the other to act. A wild grin emerges, and he darts towards your design in the blink of an eye. You don’t even see him coming. He somehow manages to blend in with the black, right before he crashes against your creation.
Hands are holding you in place. He curls talons around your wrists, tightening his grip on a form so fragile. He sits on top of you, forcing his weight upon your presence, keeping you from wiggling free from his grasp.
Ah – helpless… That’s what you are.
You’re a stranger who got caught in the crossfire, but he isn’t exactly in the mood to be merciful. Instead, his head bows and he brings his expression closer to yours. You hear the way he gently sniffs at your skin, almost as if he’s trying to make sense of who or what you are. But it all comes to him rather quickly…
“Human…” He growls the analysis against your neck, dragging eager fangs across flesh.
Crimson eyes lock with yours. You see a primal passion in the beast that looks back at you. Although you try to look away, he refuses to break contact. He wants to take in every inch of his prisoner before he decides what to do with them.
You feel him smirk into your skin as he extends the next statement. “Wassa matter? Get lost?”
He’s used to lost souls wandering into his woods and he’s quite accustomed to leaving them alone. Most mean well and most mind their own business. And most know better than to walk alone or at night, but here you are… Breaking every rule in the book. It seems you weren’t all that concerned for your safety, especially since you were able to see him. He can’t recall the last time someone’s been able to set their sights on him, but it seems you’re quite unlucky this evening.
Before you can respond, you hear another voice interject. It seems the halfling from earlier had arrived to witness the brute’s attempt at intimidation. Part of Todoroki knows he should interject, but the other is quite aware of the rules laid out before him.
As an angel, he should help God’s children, but as a descendant of demons, he knows better than to impose on their affairs. He can only extend so much assistance, so much grace. While he can’t do much, he knows he won’t allow the other to just eat you, if that’s what he intended.
For now, he’ll try to return the beast’s attention to their fight.
“Get off of her, we’re still not finished.”
But Bakugou isn’t interested in listening to what that loser has to say. In fact, he doesn’t even bother to look back at him. You have all of his insatiable attention.
“As far as I’m concerned? I ensured my victory over you a long time ago.”
He had already won the fight. He knows it. What was the point in giving that menace more attention than he deserved? Besides, he didn’t anticipate your pretty presence to wander into the picture. Why pass up the opportunity to teach you a little lesson? Grin grows and he reveals the pair of razors that rest along his jaw. He could consume you so quickly and cruelly, but he has other ideas for how he should ingest you.
“But you…” You practically feel the way drool descends from his mouth. “You weren’t watchin’ where you were goin’…”
He feels the furious beatings beneath your breast. You’re like a rabbit pinned beneath a wolf – taking in your last breaths before the first bite. Your anxiety is awakening something animalistic. You remind him too much of the pleasures that come with being wild.
But Todoroki attempts to intervene. With a sigh, he says, “She can’t fight you. She’s a powerless mortal.”
And he was right. You had no abilities and no weapons; how could you possibly fend against this fiend? Even the Devil’s son knew it wasn’t a fair fight, so why bother embracing conflict? Was his appetite that apparent? Couldn’t he settle for bloodshed that came from a different kind of prey?
“’Wasn’t interested in fightin’…”
Now the monster’s words are worth worrying over. If he wasn’t interested in combat, what other kind of carnage was he craving? You begin to shake against his shape, revealing the fear he’s brought about from your body. He kind of likes the way you quiver – just reminds him more of the hunt.
“You’re in my woods,” he warns.
He rolls his hips into you, flaunting his enormous length in the process. You already feel the outline of that monstrous member against your stomach, but you try to prioritize your safety over his sex. Beasts are so shameless. They care not for how they display their carnal relics. If anything, your body just happened to be in the way of his girth. He needs to get comfortable as he displays dominance over your design, even if the act is a little lewd.
“You can’t just come and go as you please.”
He was right. You were far too reckless not to head the rumors and warnings. Now look what happened…
But Todoroki isn’t intimidated. In fact, he actually rolls his eyes at the wolf’s words. Ah, now he knows what the other is attempting to do, but he isn’t at all impressed by his tactics. He knew the other didn’t have it in him to kill an innocent. He’s just putting on a performance to make sure they don’t make the same mistake again.
“Such a barbaric attempt at asking for an offering.” He is the son of both the holy and the horrible – he knows much about sacrifices at this point.
The dual-haired demon squats beside you, trying to allow his presence to soothe you in some way. He runs a hand through your hair, picking away the remnants of earth that once clung to your messy tresses. This is his attempt at extending his angelic nature.
“Have you anything to give this beast?”
You look to him, briefly finding peace in the eyes that look back. He has a calming aura about him, but his restraint is only a façade. You can’t forget that he still has evils embedded into his body. The more he surrounds himself in sin, the less he’ll be able to abide by virtue.
“N-No-… I-I don’t have anything, I-…” What could you give him? Your watch? Your clothes? You had nothing of value for this behemoth. If you were allowed to return to your room, maybe you could bring food or other gifts, but there is nothing on your physical person at the moment.
You try to remind the two that you were attempting to return home. Maybe then these gods will give you grace. “I was just trying to get home-…”
But a pity they don’t.
“No?” Todoroki interrupts you.
You watch as the azure dulls in his eyes. Instead, that red becomes so ravenous in response. It charms you, despite your current restraints. You find it so hard to look away from that mighty light. He extends a hand, allowing thumb to stroke your cheek. He instills a false sense of security within you. The hands of an angel are so calming, but he is anything but completely pure.
“Nothing at all?”
He’s testing you, waiting to see if you’ll change your mind. He has an answer already outlined for you; in fact, he’s pushing the idea into your head. He wants to hear you say what he’s thinking, he wants to hear the way you initiate it before he does. But you don’t; you can’t. Your mind is too distracted by the desire not to die to even think straight.
Bakugou’s voice pulls you away from the other’s hold. He can’t have his prey enamored by another animal. “What’s stoppin’ me from eatin’ you alive, little girl?”
He chuckles into you, playfully nipping at the nape of your neck. He was always curious as to what humans tasted like. It seems now was a good opportunity for him to find out. If only your fear wasn’t so enticing; if only it weren’t a full moon… It’d be easier for him to restrain himself during the day, but for now, he finds his hold over you growing heavier.
“Offer your body,” Todoroki suggests – and rather casually, at that.
To him, his idea sounds so simple, so obvious. He struggles to understand why you’ve become so flustered at the thought. He looks up at Bakugou, trying to tempt the other to accept his advice. Despite his alignment with benevolence, he sure seemed to favor blasphemy.
“The pleasures of mortal flesh are quite riveting, I hear.”
Is this devil really urging him to fuck his would-be food? But then again-… That doesn’t sound like such a bad option.
When he looks back to take in your quaking form, he sees much to be aroused over. It would’ve been a waste to just wrap you around his teeth. He’d much rather discover what comforts you can give his cock. But could a human handle a hell-beast…?
“Nnn…” He practically sneers, trying to make sense of the suggestion. “This body’s too breakable.”
But the holy heathen refuses to give up. He’s determined to sell you to this savage.
“On the contrary…”
Todoroki motions a hand towards your chest, grazing claws over hidden breasts. He hooks a talon to fabric, tearing a large opening that exposes your skin. Your tits now remain so exposed to the elements and these atrocities. Bakugou is pleased by the sight before him. He didn’t anticipate such a bountiful bust, but upon seeing it, he can’t help licking his lips.
He can’t wait to suck on them like a starved pup…
Even Todoroki is pleased with what he’s unearthed. The longer he allows his eyes to linger on such lewd flesh, the more he abandons his own angelic side. It’s so hard for the holy to have a hold over him. He sees far more sweetness when he’s entranced by sin.
“Human’s are far more resilient than we give them credit for.”
Bakugou has had enough convincing. And, for you… The sound of two titans justifying your taking becomes oddly arousing. The beast is aware of your enticement. The musk from your make alters, expressing compliance in your capture. He likes the way you think, he likes the way you approve. That’s all he needs to know before he continues. Because it looks like you want him to eat every part of you.
He’s quick to descend, wrapping his lips around your breast. He sucks hard – greedily, like he’s always hungered for a human. You even feel it in his hold. He refuses to allow you freedom while he takes in the taste of your blossoming buds. Your nipples harden in his mouth. It happened the moment you were able to feel his teeth graze against you. Worry awakens every time he bites you, but he’s careful not to rip away flesh.
Instead, what he does is nibble so fiercely, as if trying to milk your make.
“A hungry one, isn’t he?” Todoroki is still sitting by your side. His talons still stroke your cheek, poking away at your flushed face. There’s something delightful about watching you get ravaged. He’d prefer to be passive as you turned into an offering.
“You’re quite lucky,” he begins. A finger traces your lip. He sends goosebumps across your skin with how softly he’s able to touch you. It truly rivals the ferocity from the feral one. “Your body is far too precious to ignore. I know gods that would kill their own kind just to have you.”
He dips his digit past your borders, hoping you accept him into your mouth. You don’t expect your lips to open so eagerly, but it was Bakugou’s biting that inspired your linings to part. When you open your mouth the squeal, Todoroki knows to continue.
The Devil’s son emerges, pressing pads against your palate, thriving from the wondrous wetness that your tongue provides. You swirl around his pointer, tasting the digit of a demon who also wants to be a part of your person. He wants to feel the way you suck. He’s quite enamored with that mouth of yours, but wants to sample its capabilities before he’s able to fully consume it.
“Oi, heaven’s reject…” Bakugou calls to the other, snapping the demon from his daze. He glares at the beast for imposing such a harsh nickname, but he hears him out, regardless. “Make sure she keeps her hands to herself.”
He drags his nails along your arms as he unwraps himself from your wrists. Welts emerge the deeper he descends, but he’s able to distract you from the burning sensation. He drools upon you bust, revealing a feral desire to gorge on your grace.
“I wanna feel those tits.”
Hands appear at either side of your breasts. He pushes them together, forcing nipples to touch. Your body seizes from the sudden roughness, but the more you bend, the more you’re able to feel his fat fullness pressing into your belly.
Bakugou takes the sight of your chest rising as you offering yourself to his mouth. He won’t keep you waiting. His tongue rolls out from the depths of his mouth. It’s longer than you realized. With it comes a heated breath, one that warms you during the night’s briskness. Fear not, he has every intention of setting your body ablaze…
He takes it upon himself to drag his pink palate along both nipples at once. Drool emerges from the outlines of his lips, coating areolas with thick globs of spit that emerge from his hunger. He growls while lapping along your pretty peaks, but simply licking you isn’t enough. Teeth return to torment you. They bite so ruthlessly, marking your mounds with small indentations that are sure to bruise in a manner of minutes. And yet, you stay erect. You’re not exactly giving him a reason to stop feasting so ferociously on your form. Todoroki said humans can handle it and so far, you’re proving him right.
Meanwhile, the Prince continues to keep your mouth busy. You are whimpering from the harsh titan’s treatment. He’s there for you during your time of torment (what angel wouldn’t be?), but he won’t relinquish you from that pain. This is a test of human strength. How much are they able to suffer through? He’ll be sure to relay that information to the Higher and Lower Fathers.
When you open wide again, he takes it upon himself to give you a small reward for your troubles. His fingers keep your mouth spread apart, just so he can hover his face over yours and extend his spit onto your tongue for safe keeping.
Puh – the echo of it is so obscene. Even Bakugou looks up from his sucking to see the way you swallow the Devil’s son’s saliva.
Vulgar little thing – so it appears even humans were capable of being heathens. The lines between being and beast continue to be blurred.
“Swallow me, fragile one…” Todoroki begins to remove his fingers from your mouth. He caresses your jaw, urging you to close those pretty partings just so he can watch the way his spit descends down throat. He hears your gulp and he watches the way his dribble disappears. The glow in his eyes returns, flaunting approval at your obedience.
“Good girl…” But it seems he wants the wild one to make the next move.
He turns his attention towards the other, curious to see how he proceeds. “You’ve marked her breasts so savagely, red wolf. Don’t you want to taste more than just the maiden’s milk?”
Bakugou only growls in response while rolling his tongue so possessively against your presence. His grip against your breast tightens, almost as if he’s rebelling against the other. These are his treasures to hold – his tits to fuck. If he wants to feast on them all night, he will. Because he doesn’t want the other to get the chance to have them.
Todoroki is amused by the beast’s selfishness. It seems he isn’t allowed to have whatever the monster marks. It’s a good thing he’s already laid claim to your mouth. That’s something he fully intends to play with…
Just as Bakugou prepares to punish your breasts even more, a heavy scent urges his attention elsewhere. It seems the cretin was once again correct – there were, indeed, other parts of you that were worthy to witness. Your cunt, for example, was calling to him.
He knows the scent of a bitch in heat anywhere; he knows the warmth that comes from a hole that needs filling.
Hands slowly release their god-like grasp from your bust. He retreats down your sides, tracing along curves that lead him towards the source of his lust. He motions himself away from your make and decides to position himself between your legs. He forces them apart, but isn’t content with the sight before him. No, there’s far too much fabric in the way.
He needs to see your fucking slit; it can’t be out of his reach.
A grunt leaves lips. His claws come closer to your cunt, but only one manages to collide with your covered parting. Slowly, talon descends and it breaks past the barrier that once existed between him and heaven. He cuts further and further, leaving a narrow opening along britches and panties. Once he felt satisfied by the opening he made, he forces hands into the fresh cut, before savagely ripping away at the seams that once hid that sweet little slit.
He roars proudly upon finally freeing your flesh. He grins eagerly, releasing husky breaths alongside his excitement.
This is what he wanted – the sight of your pretty pussy.
He wants to witness the very wetness that he himself was the source of. His mouth did that! The way he ravaged your breasts was the very fucking reason he casted a river in that ravine.
“Look at that fucking cunt…” He stares onward with awe, but continues to embrace vulgarities alongside his vocabulary. “Never seen somethin’ so wet.”
Tongue is dragged from one corner of his lips to the other. Your enticement is so apparent. It’s practically begging for his mouth once more!
He lowers on all fours, a position he’s quite accustomed to. The tip of his tongue pokes at your opening, right before he eases up to your clit in one swift lick. Much of his drool now coats your crease, leaving you slick and sopping. He eyes you the entire time he’s sampling your slit. Todoroki, too, is hooked on your gaze. They want to see the way you respond to something so bestial lusting after you.
You give them the exact reaction they’ve been anticipating. Knees desperately want to come together, just to hide your horniness. But Bakugou won’t let you. He keeps those thighs parted to further feed on your pussy. You squirm into his tongue, grinding unexpectedly against a sensation so soaked and spongy. Anxious? Uneasy? He likes that.
“…’M startin’ to think you wanted to get caught.” He rests his head on your right thigh, needing comfort while he plays. His tongue returns to your clit, but this time he pays special attention to this throbbing ridge.
“Yeah… Human boys, they just don’t do it for ya, huh?”
You feel him chuckle once more at his own comment. He knows it’s true. Upon having him, humans won’t be seen the same. You’ll be craving a monster instead of a man; you’ll no longer be satisfied by the motions of a mortal. He can’t wait to convert you, can’t wait to corrupt you.
But first, he needs to prep you. Despite how eager your little opening is, he knows it isn’t quite ready yet for what he wants to give you.
“Hey, pretty boy…” Although Bakugou calls for the other creature, he keeps his attention on you. His hand is parting your pussy and his eyes are admiring the sight of such a pretty pink that greets him.
“What was that thing you did earlier to our plaything? I want you to do it again…”
The beast leans in, placing a gentle – yet menacing – kiss to your clit. He does this as a means of marking the very spot he wants attacked.
“Right here.”
Todoroki is reluctant to leave your face, but he wouldn’t mind taking in the sight of your spreading. He leans forward, now hovering over your arousal. Both of his brows rise; he’s rather pleased by what he sees. His lips just barely crack into a smile while he positions himself above you.
“Oh?” His desire is so evident in exhalation alone. “You’re quite the fowl creature, asking a demon to spit on your food.”
Before he can give Bakugou the chance to rebuttal, saliva descends from his lips. It slowly lowers onto clit, before descending abruptly to your core. A thick glob of his gluttony now coats your entrance, but that isn’t the only spit you’ll be receiving. While his dribble is quite gentle, the beast’s is harsh.
Puh! – Bakugou callously spits at your clit, right before he drives it in with his tongue. The sound of him slobbering against your slit is louder than the leaves rustling beneath your body. You’re rubbing into his palate, synchronizing with his nods. He grins, liking the way you let loose. It seems you enjoy being eaten out by a wolf that could’ve killed you.
He wraps lips around aching nub, sucking so desperately in an attempt to appease your arousal. You’re loving this – he knows it. It’s evident in the way you furiously buck into his mouth, begging him to continue engulfing you.
Todoroki returns to your head. It seems he’s no longer welcomed to marvel at the presentation of your pussy. He knows that this isn’t his meal to have, but he can’t deny the urge to have at least some of you. Cock twitches beneath fabric. It seems to point towards your mouth, asking for the chance to return to the warmth of your wetness.
He’s subjected himself to sin for too long. He’s no longer able to hear the warnings from his angelic side. The demon wants to come out and play. And it wants to do so in the very mouth that sucked his finger so sweetly. Can you keep his cock company too? Can you concentrate on pleasing the heathen that saved your life while your pussy is punished by a living monster?
He’s at your side now and his pants are below his waist. The moment fabric is removed, his dick hits your lips. You don’t expect something so big to be offered so easily. He wraps palm around prick, holding it steady while slapping the tip against your plump partings. The drool from earlier is still on your lips and receives him warmly while he knocks.
“Pretty thing…” The Devil calls to you. His voice becomes the only thing you’re allowed to hear. He inclines your head with his free head, wanting your eyes on him while he speaks. “I want to use your mouth. Can I do that?”
He asks for permission, despite already intending to take you. You can’t tell if that’s his holy side speaking, or if that’s him trying to mock the idea of manners at this point. You nod rather hesitantly, but that’s all he needs to see before he descends. At first, you open up rather modestly, but you quickly learn that won’t be enough to accept all of him. There is far more too his length than he leads on. You open wider, hoping your jaw can handle the very descent of the devil.
Todoroki takes his time easing between your borders, tracing past your tongue, before finding a home of his own in your throat. You accept every colossal inch of his cock and try desperately to maintain this position while he begins his first set of thrusts into your tightness. He no longer has a reason to hold his dick anymore. Your mouth is already doing a great job with his girth. Instead, fingers fall upon your forehead. He strokes your scalp so sweetly while bucking into oral burrow.
“I was right about human resilience…” He lends a sigh of relief.
Hips continue to slide his length in and out of your opening, feeding you with a flurry of attacks to your tightness. He hears you gag in response, but that only inspires him to continue crashing. He wants to hear the way you choke on his cock; he wants to be the reason your throat is tarnished and torn in the morning.
“If you can take a devil dick, you can take anything.”
Meanwhile, Bakugou hadn’t stopped his savageries, but he had moved to a different part of your pussy. He was interested in tasting your tightness. He wanted to know all about that creamy little core and what pleasures laid within that parting. He didn’t even bother warning you. Instead, he rammed his palate into your opening, and submerged so much of his face onto the folds, that his fangs were starting to grind against your clit.
You feel his hot breath against you as he swabs your insides. He’s acts like a bear that’s getting a good fucking taste at what lies within this honey pot. Because your hands are finally free, they begin to fly towards his head. Your fingers anxiously huddle into his hair, grabbing fistfuls of tresses that you fully intend to tug.
He’s rather flattered by your actions. Although they aren’t enough to hurt him, they do let him know that he’s doing exactly what you want. But, those hands start to wander behind his ears. You’re touching a sweet spot, one that makes him pant more into your pussy. Does he like having that part of him scratched? Because the more you do it, the more lethal his lashings become. If he can’t kick his hind legs in approval, then he can at least pick up the pace when it comes to pumping his tongue in that pussy.
It feels just like you’re being dicked down by something cushiony and wriggling – a far more vulgar feeling than receiving a real cock.
When Bakugou looks up, he’s able to see what’s keeping your mouth so busy. You’ve only been able to moan in approval, but even that was becoming muffled. He’s oddly enticed by seeing your mouth so stuffed. While the other’s cock is nothing in comparison to his, it’s still nice watching the way you struggle to accept the shaft of a god-child.
He watches the way the outline of Todoroki’s cock slowly becomes visible through your throat every time he thrusts in. His own dick twitches in approval. The beast is imagining what you’d look like if that was his dick descending. Nah – there’s no way you could handle it. He’s been known to rearrange a few jaws when he humps into that oral heat.
There is, however, another part of you that seems more promising. He wouldn’t mind having that wrapped around his incredible length.
To your dismay, he retreats his tongue, but you hear that sound of lips smacking. He’s taking in the taste of slick sugars all while rising. The wolf hovers over your form and you watch as he removes the fabric that once remained around his waist. Once it descends, you’re able to see the impressive prick he’s been packing. But at this point, you’re beginning to doubt if you can even take it.
Holy shit – he really won’t be holding back…
Cock rests within a single, monstrous hand, but you know that if it were you holding his heat, you’d have to rely on two. He strokes himself while watching the way you swallow that demon dick. Normally, he’s not the type to sit around and watch, but you were putting on a good show, so why shouldn’t he let his gaze linger just a little longer.
Besides, he doesn’t want to have you while you’re on your back. He’s got a better idea for how that fragile form should be fucked.
Todoroki’s fingers motion to rest upon your throat. He traces his thumb along it so lovingly, feeling the way his cock presses against the surface of your shape. He groans from both the sensation and sight, thriving from tormenting a mortal. Bakugou is rather amused by how he indulges in eroticism. He never imagined someone with an angelic side to be so horny for humans. He decides to antagonize him and while he does, his dick continues to swell in size.
“Well, well… Not so high and mighty now, huh? You’re losin’ it from just fuckin’ her throat.”
His retort is so raspy. His own speech surprised him, because he too is a bit dazed to form coherent thoughts. When lust lingers, lines can’t. But he’s always managed to persist. Todoroki looks to the other through hooded gaze. While he appreciates an audience, does it have to be him? Even so, it doesn’t stop him from continuously crashing into that cavern of yours.
“S-Shut up…” He speaks through gritted teeth. Although he rejects the ridicule, his dick doesn’t disapprove. How embarrassing of him to enjoy eager eyes on his performance.
Bakugou cackles in response. He’s well aware that his words can pack a punch, especially if his victims are already vulnerable. He twists wrist, further massaging member at the other’s misery and your punishment.
“Nah, no way…” This is too good to pass up. “You threw away chastity so easily. Don’t blame you. I ditched it too the moment I found a good mouth to wrap around my cock.”
Why does that make Todoroki’s thrashings all the more relentless? He feels himself getting closer and closer towards a climax thanks to your tightness and his vulgar talk. He’ll be sure to pay the other back for this, but in the worst of ways. His gaze returns to yours, but looking at you proved to be a mistake. You looked so cute with tears around your eyes. How could he possibly slow down at this rate?
He shudders, but holds you steady while grinding further into those lovely lips. You’re sending him over the edge with your gasps and gags… And if this is the reward he receives for abandoning his angelic affiliation, then he wouldn’t mind siding with the devil sooner.
Who needs virtue when your throat exists? That’s better than any heaven he’s stepped into.
“You gonna cum?” Bakugou hisses through a grin.
The halfling really wishes he’d shut the fuck up.
“Go on – cum…” It’s an order, a demand, an expectation that Todoroki feels compelled to meet.
He grips his hand around your throat, holding you tightly in place while he delivers the final blow to your burrow. A primal grunt leaves lips and it’s quickly followed by a flood that leaves his burning tip. Cum gushes furiously down the tightness of your hold, but he isn’t content with marking just that part of your make. He removes himself so slowly, but once cock emerges from lips, he nurses it within his palm, allowing the remaining ropes of his release to coat your face. They fall under your eyes, upon your cheeks, and even on the very borders that once held him at bay.
He covers everything he sees with his cum, branding his favorite things to fuck.
Bakugou is quite pleased by the performance, but it isn’t enough to get him off. Nah – he needs you for that. While the sight of royalty relieving themselves is much to marvel over, you are something he can actually touch. He prefers to indulge in the pleasures of the flesh rather than watching a creature climax. Still, it was a good sight to keep him going.
Todoroki examines the mess he’s made. It’s interesting how you still remain so beautiful with his seed splattered across your expression. Although he breathes heavy from exhaustion, he’s still under the command of his vices and continues to act on them. Digits motion away from your throat until they find your face.
The same talons that once caressed your cheek now guide cum towards your lips. He wants to see the way you swallow more of him. He wants to see the way you treat a demon’s release like a delicacy.
“Remarkable…” He whispers words of flattery even as he indulges in his desires. Despite cumming so hard, he was still in the mood to see the way the other titan takes you.
And takes you, he does…
Bakugou still has so much strength within him. He lifts you up and allows you to rest your back against his chest. Hands curl around either side of your thigh and he digs claws into your creation until you’re able to really feel the sharp ridges. He spreads you open so easily, forcing you into such an exposed position where your cunt is now fully visible to his audience. Todoroki is able to see a far more intimate look at your drenched lips, as well as the damage left behind by the brute.
“My, my, fragile thing…” He eyes your opening carefully. He didn’t realize just how small it was. “That pretty little hole of yours is in for quite the punishment.”
But the wild one isn’t interested in simply showing off your slit and scars. No… He’s simply trying to position you properly while he readies his stiff cock against your core. You look down, attempting to take his massive length through look alone. The beating beneath your breast becomes so obnoxious. He can practically hear how nervous you are, despite how silent you stay.
He rather likes that unease – just means there’s more to treasure when he takes you.
The tip of his length aligns itself with your entrance. You’re already so wet, so willing… You doubt your ability to engulf his girth, but he’s confident that you can keep his cock so comfortable. Slowly, he begins to lower you onto his heat. Reddening peak is able to make it in, but there’s so much more you need to accept.
“What a good little human pussy…”
Praise is extended alongside a grunt. Fuck – he hasn’t had something so tight in centuries. He’s starting to think he should mark humans more often. His kind aren’t nearly as constricting, but then again, they also weren’t this small.
He immerses more and more of himself into your shelter, basking in the heat that greets his girth. Dick is starting to swell, but he doesn’t intend to trap you until he’s certain every inch was able to enter. As he continues to push his way into your pussy, he begins to see the shape of his shaft poking through your person. You knew he was big, but you didn’t expect him to have the ability to stir up your guts like that. It further entices him to see the way his arousal is made evident and even outlined on your body.
He’s claiming it, consuming it… And in time, filling it beyond the brim.
“You seem like the type that can take a knot.”
You don’t even need to look up to envision him licking his lips. This monster becomes hungry at the thought of having you in such unconventional ways.
“You know what that means?” He chuckles, now making you afraid to ask. It’s a good thing he intends to tell you anyway. “Means that when you’re finally sittin’ pretty on my cock, you ain’t comin’ off ‘til I cum.”
The gesture sounds so possessive, but you aren’t given enough time to think it through. He pushes one last remaining bit of his base into your parting. You feel the way he swells in your slit, binding you to his being. Your face looks so strained from the size of his shaft, but Bakugou only thinks the struggle is rather sexy. To see you biting back the urge to cry makes him all the more excited. He’s given you something no one else can offer and he’s testing your tolerance all at once.
Tongue motions from mouth and he attempts to lick away the tears that cling to the outlines of your eyes. He wouldn’t mind seeing them descend, but he’d rather taste how hard you’re trying as a means of validating your resilience.
He knows better than to stay like this. To appease you, he’ll begin moving within your make. The wetness he’s left behind from before will certainly help you handle his heat. Hips pull back, easing dick ever so slightly out of you before he rams back into your ravine. You yelp, conveying your surprise at his size and speed. He only laughs softly in response. Humans truly made the sweetest of sounds… And because he is a greedy god, he intends to see what else he can have you say.
“That’s a good human girl – taking a wolf cock…”
He picks up the pace. You hear the frantic slapping of his balls against your ass. But he’s not exactly thrusting into you…
No, he’s bouncing your eager body on his cock. He’s lifting you up and down that dick with ease, not even breaking a sweat from exercising his strength. It’s so easy to pick up a delicate little thing like you and it feels even better to fuck what’s deemed so fragile. The more he keeps up those movements, the more you’re able to adjust. In fact, your cunt approves so much that it’s converting pain into pleasure.
Suddenly, you feel as if you’ve always needed a feral fuck to get off. You’ve never imagined the dick of a demon-dog to be so perfect for your pussy.
And it’s almost like he can read your mind… Because the next words that wander from his lips call attention to your sudden satisfaction.
"I bet human boys are so boring," his voice is raspy and filled with want.
He continues to lift you along his length, repeatedly and mercilessly filling you with every inch of his beastly offering.
"Their dicks aren't enough; they're not like mine. They're too fuckin' small. But human girls are fun." You feel him smile against your ear.
Drool descends from his grin the further he falls into your dripping design. He can practically see the outline of his cock against your stomach. And god - he intends to fill that belly to the brim. It won't solely come from the slams of his shaft, but also the thick globs of his creamy completion.
"Because they're too fuckin' tight."
Your cunt hugs him so happily. He’s entering something whole with eager intentions to destroy. Your eyes almost roll back into your head from how deep he’s able to go. You practically feel the way he hits your back walls, stirring up your insides so fiercely with every buck. Frantic pants escape your presence. You moan in sync with his slaps, showcasing a mighty approval towards his attacks. He’s shagging you senseless, making his previous statements reign true.
Indeed, human boys couldn’t make you feel the same way as a monster. There was no coming back from this corruption. You were bending at the will of his wants.
Todoroki continues to watch as you get fucked by the wild one. It’s almost as if the other is showing off his prowess and passions. Although he hates extending any kind of affirmation towards that treacherous titan, he can’t deny that he’s rather impressed by his ability to stimulate both parties in some capacity. But that’s to be expected from such an animal, right? All he does is act on desire, thus making his poundings and presence so perfect.
Hell, he’s even managed to make a human girl just as feral. He’s managed to make her abandon her own kind.
Holy one rises. He wants to get a closer look at your undoing. You bounce so furiously upon that prick, that it’s hard for him to make sense of your expression. When Bakugou eyes the curious creature, he decides to switch to thrusting, now holding your body in place while he takes control of your cunt. He knows the halfling wants to touch you and while he is usually greedy over what he claims, he assumes the other intends to just provide you with further pleasure.
And he was right (again)…
Todoroki’s hand finds its way to your cunt and he proceeds to press his thumb into your clit. He’s massaging that mound while Bakugou grinds his swollen girth into your burning core. Even that part of you aches. So much of you is sensitive that even his touch elicits a moan from your make.
Good – then he’ll just have to keep rubbing away at that sweet little spot just to hear more of those nice noises.
“What an abundant offering…” Although he whispers, you can hear him clearly over anything else. “A tight little cunt for the taking. You’ve always wanted this, haven’t you?”
You see the way he smirks, obviously satisfied with his partial influence on your enjoyment. Both beings are attacking you at various angles, wanting to selfishly illicit as many nasty responses as possible. They thrive from your whimpering, as it only verifies your submissive position beneath them. It’s a pleasure and a power trip fucking you… You give them so much sweetness that they haven’t experienced in so long.
Bakugou feels you clasp around his cock, twitching every time he thrusts. Your body is trying to signal your collapse to the creature, but he picked up on it before your own creation could. He’s so in tune with your entirety – probably why he’s been able to be so attentive.
But, all at once… You can’t cum with lips so empty. He demands you turn your head just to accept his blushing borders against yours. The kiss is hungry, vulgar, and desperate all at once. So much of his saliva continues to coat those pretty partings the longer he’s able to linger. Thrusts pick up pace. You’re moaning into his mouth, even as he nibbles on your lower lip.
He’s getting close too… The thought of flooding your fragile physique with his seed is giving him a new high. Your body can barely handle getting dicked down by a demon-dog; how could you possibly endure being stuffed by his spillings?
One way to find out, right?
His hands grasp your thighs so feverishly. He can’t quite take it anymore… Now that experience has taught him of the human body’s resiliency, he feels more comfortable going all out. You hear the way he growls into your ear. That voice becomes so vicious! He doesn’t even bother speaking at this point – he can’t. No more smart-ass comments can be uttered when he’s dedicated himself to dismantling you. Just as you are collapsing from your release, he’s beginning his…
His streams are unrelenting. Cum coats your womb upon receiving the final crash. He needs to be careful not to hold you so hard, so he instead pulls your thighs apart even further than before. A deep, husky howl escapes him, all while he continues to lay claim to your creation. It’s his; it’s finally his… That body of yours is bound to a beast who finally knows the pleasures of a human.
Much of his release begins to sink from your slit. He’s unashamedly filled you to the brim. His teeth rest against your cheek as he pants hard from his release. He’s trying desperately to calm down from this chaos, but he can’t help but get excited at the thought of marking your make so mercilessly.
Human boys wouldn’t dare give you the same high. He has more to offer; he’s proved it and won’t hesitate to again.
For now, he’ll let you rest… But the moment you recover, he’ll be ready to play once more. Humans aren’t known for their endurance, but he’ll be sure to train you with time.
Meanwhile, Todoroki motions his hand away from your mound, allowing you the chance to recover. He too sighs, signaling his exhaustion from just witnessing what was done to you. He needs to remove himself from these woods. What started as a simple mission to map the mortal world quickly became corrupted by his inability to avoid desire.
At least he can say that humans get along just fine with higher beings, but he’s a bit too flustered to detail how or why he knew.
Bakugou begins to slide himself out of you, but your body continues to be pressed against his. He begins to sit on the forest floor, taking your tired form into his lap. An arm curls around your creation, ensuring that you’re kept close. Now that he’s branded that body, he finds it hard to just…let you go. His primal presence is so possessive, even though you started off as strangers.
“You said you were goin’ somewhere?” He questions you, finally speaking without vulgarities.
You’re too dazed to respond immediately. In fact, it takes you a few seconds to make sense of his statement. That’s…right. You did plan on going home this evening; that was your original intention. But after the treatment you just received, it’s hard for you to conceptualize walking anywhere.
“I-… Uh, yeah.” You shake your head in an attempt to snap out of it. “Yeah, I was trying to get home…”
Home, huh? It’s still far too dark for you to walk alone. That and he wouldn’t expect you to make it back in such a ruined state. Todoroki picks up on Bakugou’s uncertainty, but doesn’t draw attention towards the other’s sentiments. Instead, he speaks for the both of them.
“I’ll light a fire. We’ll clean you and keep you warm until the morning.”
Bakugou eyes the other, surprised by how quickly he takes charge.
“We, huh?” But he’s still so defiant. Todoroki only looks back at him with a glare, obviously not in the mood for his antagonism.
“She gave you an offering, now you’re obligated to come through.”
Ah, he was right… The beast forgot all about how this started. You offered yourself as a means of avoiding being eaten. Well, that was your fear, at least. He never had intentions to consume you from the start, but he didn’t mind seeing you scared. He does owe you. And he supposes that the best way to give back is by letting you go as you intended. Quite a hard truth to take, especially after that intimate ending.
“Tch. If she wants to leave, she can.”
But even you can tell that he isn’t too keen on losing you so soon.
“I’ll come back.” You say, catching both beings off guard. “Now that I know you’re in these woods… I feel a little safer walking through them.”
Bakugou avoids your gaze. He doesn’t want you to see the way his face becomes flustered from that comment. You said you’d return for his sake. He truly didn’t anticipate that loyalty, but he welcomes it…
“Yeah, yeah…” He tries to dismiss your sweetness, despite how desperately he clings to every word. He much prefers that you prove it, but he’ll have to wait and see what comes when the sun rises.
For now? He’ll bury his mouth into your neck and he will nuzzle his lips into the very space that brings him so much security. You are marked, you are his, and he’ll treasure this claim while the night is still young.