Yamazaki Manor.
Souka.
Seiki-sama was the perfect God.
Her Lord had simply scoffed at the idea, saying that he wasn't truly perfect... or a God.
But she's seen his duels between him and his apostles. Those that had been hand picked for their skills in combat, apostles that rivaled Japan's heroes. Deathclaw, Firestarter, Locust and Razor were all formidable opponents, and worthy apostles...
But Seiki-sama never lost a single battle.
Never taking a single hit. (Unless you counted the scratches and bite marks that happened whenever Seiki-sama indulged his followers, which she did not.)
His power simply letting Seiki-sama know everything that was to happen, it was impossible for him to ever lose...
And then there was his recruits.
All of them being just as loyal as Souka, if not more so. All of them having been picked up at the lowest points in their lives, their God choosing the perfect way to ensure their loyalty.
And most importantly, he didn't see Quirks and their uses— but people.
He saw her.
She had long since gotten used to the looks that her Quirk attracted, that instinctual fear that people had about those looking anything but human.
But her God simply looked past her scales, simply seeing the woman that she was.
And now, her master was pounding all of their tight, fertile pussies, truly showing them all their place beneath him. She already knew that he was perfect in every way, but the way he's wrapped them all around their finger was as scary as it was arousing. Her God no longer even had to try— simply knowing he was nearby was enough.
Every maid in the manor wearing the skimpiest outfits imaginable, dripping in their lingerie at the thought of their Lord taking their pussies to the hilt.
Just thinking about him, even, was enough to make her panties wet.
And even if he wasn't their Lord, their Savour, their Master... resisting those pecs, those abs, his perfectly sculpted body at just eleven... truly, there was no way he wasn't a God.
But...
These last few months...
Plap. Plap. Plap. Plap. Plap. Plap.
Souka gulped, biting her lip.
Immediately setting aside the task at hand, she tried not to run as she quickly approached the sound of sex. Already panting at the idea of being bred by her Lord.
These last few months, their Lord has been quite agitated about... something. Something happening in the "underworld" that had him... not worried, but annoyed. Something that Tomoko obviously knew about, the Neet Quirkless girl still making very vague hints regarding it— but even then, it just wasn't something that she needed to know.
Her Lord's words, not hers.
But even if she didn't know what had her Lord on the fritz... that agitation had found its way into the bedroom. And the living room. And the closets, the kitchen, the whole manor really.
And while the idea of being used as sexual relief was hot, she couldn't help but shiver at the phantom aches coming from her pussy, her butthole... her breasts. Her neck.
Her face.
Every time her Lord has his way with her, Seiki-sama finds something new that excites her. The first time, he was rough, just ramming his hips into her sore, needy pussy. Then he pinned her against the floor in a way that... she couldn't resist. Bottoming out in her cunt as she was forced to lie there and take it, helpless.
Something that she didn't even know she'd like.
Something that her Lord did.
Next, she simply woke up with his tongue digging around her mouth, and his cock rutting in and out of her asshole. Multiple loads of his thick, hot spunk already pumped deep into her ass and pussy. Waking up sore, filled, and used. Going to bed the next night, unable to know when her Lord might make use of her again, and completely unable to stop it... her pussy couldn't help but drool all over her bedsheets.
Her Lord somehow finding a new way to elicit pleasure out of her each and every time, and Souka can't help but want even more.
And she's far from the only one.
Her fellow maids sporting whip marks, strangulation, handprints, and even bruises. None of them being abused in the slightest— or rather, not in a way they'd dislike it. And given the circumstances of their recruitment, it was no surprise that all of them were a little addled up there in some way or another.
Rinka's treatment was by far the worst, having been all but mutilated by their Lord. But as far as Souka was aware, all of those markings had been earned through fights and spars.
When it came strictly to sex, though, Azula's treatment was worse. Fighting was one thing, but genuinely enjoying being tortured like that? Even if the torture was sexual in nature?
Deep down, Souka didn't know if she was more afraid of it happening to her... or more afraid of finding out that she'd like it too.
Souka peaked around the corner, at her... Lord.
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!
"Uhhhnn. Uhhhhn. Uhhn. Uhhhhhnn."
Watching as Seiki-sama ruthlessly slammed his hips into one of his maids, her skirt hiked up so the panty-less slut's asshole could take his cock from tip to hilt. Her asscheeks rippling with each thrust of his hips. The girl shaking and shuddering as Seiki-sama pressed her face into the wall, her back arching as he clapped her from behind.
Then he groaned in relief, throwing his head back as he forced his cock deep into her gut, and nutted. His spunk pouring into her butthole, splurting out the edges of his cock.
Some of his nut already leaking from her nose, mouth, and pussy.
Two more maids panting on the ground next to him. What's left of their uniforms not able to hide their nipples, ass and cunt . Their faces and backsides stained with dried nut.
Seiki's cock sliding out of the maid he was currently using, the maid slumping to the ground, drenched in sweat. Completely and utterly used.
Her Lord's cock still standing tall, covered in girlcum, nut and spit.
Before she even realized it, she was on her knees in front of her Lord— opening her drooling maw to accept his cock— only for him to grab her head and thrust. Gagging and choking as Seiki-sama slammed his hips into her face, his nutsack slapping against her chin as her Lord made use of her throat.
"GAGHK! GAGHK! GAGHK!"
Her Lord's strong, masculine hands holding her head in place as he continued to make use of her gullet. Unable to escape his hold as he thrusted out, pressing her face into his stomach, only to pull back so the ridges of his cockhead brushed her lips... and immediately thrusted back out again. Unable to breathe as her Lord continued his assault.
"GAGHK! GAGHK! GAGHK!"
Her pussy drooling through her panties as she choked and gagged, clenching on air as she tried to pull away— only for her Lord to hold her head still.
Fucking her face faster and harder.
Neither of them noticing the purple-black liquid lining the lower left wall...
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2 Days Later.
Inque.
Sex, sex, and more sex. That about sums up what Seiki's done since she's arrived.
Fucking and nutting in each of his maids whenever they walked by. Fucking and nutting in his bodyguards whenever he got the chance.
Fucking and nutting in his own goddamn mother.
Fucking and nutting down all of their throats, assholes, and pussies just because he can.
And to top it all off, every single girl that he plowed looked like they were having the time of their lives. Squealing and moaning as Seiki played to their kinks, as he used his Quirk to know just how rough to be with them, to know just where to rub, pinch and poke to elicit the most pleasure out of each and everyone of them.
And while she knew that his Quirk wasn't brainwashing, Inque was starting to doubt.
This level of devotion was just plain unnatural.
It didn't matter where he was, or what he was doing in the manor— there was always a maid on standby, ready to throat his cock.
Not that Inque didn't see the appeal.
Stepping out of the shower, Seiki Yamazaki stood stark naked. His abs and pecs bare for her to see, still glistening with leftover shower water. A flawless physique, paired with stunning eyes and purple-black hair that matched her own.
His massive bitchbreaker of a cock standing tall, and the towel he wrapped around his waist not doing all that much to hide his bulge.
He looked damn good, especially for a brat his age—
"—You like what you see?"
Inque stilled, making no noise, not revealing her position in the slightest. 'He's most likely talking to Konan—'
"You know, while I did say that you could stop by whenever you felt like it, I expected— at the very least— that you would say something ahead of time," he said, eyeing the off-color banister. "And to think that you'd be such a voyeur. And your tastes— how naughty. Mild amusement when I man-handle women, but overwhelming lust when D'Vorah and Rinka take me against my will? 4chan would welcome you with open arms."
'...Okay, he's definitely talking to me.'
Slithering off the floor, taking a more natural looking shape, she asked,
"How did you notice me?"
"I didn't," he admitted. "You're really good at what you do. But everyone has a smell, and Rinka noticed you the moment you entered the manor. She went a little crazy when you started dripping yourself all over the place, only able to smell that someone is here, but unable to actually locate you. Then it clicked— no one here has met you in real time. You went no contact, so you had just entered a new country. Japan. So I smoothed things over before you arrived," he explained. Giving more insight into just how terrifying his Quirk could be, and that was without him even trying to exploit it.
"Oh, and Konan picked up on your outburst when you first saw me make out with mom."
"Well, she's your mother," Inque said. Not quite... disgusted, since she only had a daughter, and couldn't relate the situation to it, but she still knew that it was "wrong."
Not that she cared all that much about "right" and "wrong."
"How did that happen, exactly?" She wondered if Seiki simply forced himself on his mom out of his amusement in false time, only to find out she was attracted too him as well—
"Some guy with a confession Quirk. Forced me to say my most embarrassing secret," Seiki chuckled, clearly thinking back on it fondly. "Didn't even know I felt that way beforehand, and was even more surprised that mom felt the same way too..."
Seiki turned to her, eyeing her intently.
"Mmmm. And now you're here. Someone that knows the truth of my Quirk, someone that I haven't brought into the fold. Not fully."
"Your point...?" Inque asked, not quite sure where he was going with this.
"So now I have to seduce you too."
Inque snorted.
"Hmmm? You think you can handle me?"
Seiki shook his head, letting out a snort of his own. "You know how my Quirk works," he said, walking towards her confidently in nothing but a towel.
That she did.
Seiki Yamazaki could not physically overpower her, yes, but he'd also never be in a situation where he she could win.
That was the power of Save & Load.
"People always see how threatening my Quirk makes me... but they forget how my Quirk is the best at navigating situations," he murmured, leaning against her. "Knowing just what you want, knowing the best way to give you that. Even better now, with the tools I have available."
His pecs pressing up against her tits, looking up at her as those eyes of his swirled.
"And we both know, that after all but edging yourself for two days straight, I don't even have to put in the effort. You can barely stop yourself from whisking me away, from wrapping me in yourself and forcing yourself on me. Drowning, licking, and smothering me as you force my poor, virgin cock to take your tight, ribbed pussy to the hilt. Using me until I pass out, until I break," he panted, his cock pressing against her leg through his towel.
Inque drooled.
"Go wild."
She lunged.
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6 Hours Later.
Seiki.
Waking up with a jolt, Seiki couldn't see— or hear— anything.
Seiki knew that Inque's liquid body made all of herself interchangeable, just like Konan. A lot of full body transformation Quirks were like that to an extent. Which meant any part of her could be a tongue, or a mouth, or a pussy.
With that in mind, it was no surprise that sex was not only enjoyable for her, but something otherworldly.
Something she couldn't get enough of.
But as an assassin on the run? Trying to relieve those urges of hers, even with her source of income, was difficult. Especially when she was so well known.
Inque's desires reminded him of D'Vorah, except a little more aware of her wants and needs. D'Vorah was only so dominant because she literally couldn't control herself, and just let herself fall into a haze as she fucked him to death.
Inque wouldn't lose herself to pleasure like that... but even then, he might've underestimated just how pent up she was.
The little show he put on for her viewing pleasure these last few days certainly not helping.
Slick. Slick. Slick. Slick.
Massive, puffy lips sucking on his mouth, multiple tongues pressing into it. Licking at his teeth, sucking on his tongue. Massive, puffy lips sucking on his nipples.
Massive, puffy lips slamming up and down his cock, taking him to the hilt as rough, bumpy tongues worked up and down his shaft.
Countless mouths and tongues working over his body, he could hardly concentrate— he could barely even breathe, which led to him passing out... only to stutter awake as Inque brought him to climax.
And with how enveloped he was in her, Inque could tell the second he was getting close. The custom made throatpussy slicking up and down his cock getting unnaturally tight, fast and rough as it brought him to the edge—
SAVE1.
Seiki mewled as he thrusted out his hips, another pair of lips forming around the tip of his cock even as Inque's throat continued to slam itself up and down his shaft. Milking what was his eighth— or maybe ninth— nut in the last few minutes. And the moment she was done sucking the last bit of spunk from his cock...
LOAD1.
He drooled into Inque's other mouth as he spasmed and nutted again. Inque greedily sucking up his nut and spit—
LOAD1.
Shivering as he jutted out his hips, nutting down her throat as Inque sucked the spunk out of his cock, as she continued to make out with him—
LOAD1. LOAD1. LOAD1. LOAD1. LOAD1. LOAD1—
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An Unknown Amount of Time Later.
Seiki.
Seiki groaned awake, still blind and deaf to the world. Inque still licking and sucking his entire body, slamming her throat up and down his cock... but he was nowhere close to nutting.
It wasn't... unpleasant, but he couldn't tap out, trapped as he was. He had told Inque to go wild, so go wild she did— she was going to hold him against his will and have his way with her for as long as she so desired, because she knew that he could escape with just a thought.
This being his first time with Inque, he didn't want to overwrite it...
But still.
He was getting a little disoriented not being able to see or hear.
LOAD4.
Seiki stumbled forwards, very nearly falling on top of Azula— but it took barely a second for his mind to readjust to light and sound—
LOAD4.
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A Few Weeks Earlier.
Azula.
"G-Gaghk!"
Azula snapped awake with a strangled whine, as she felt her asshole and pussy surge.
With dozens of vibes crammed deep into her poor asshole and pussy, it was no surprise when she thrashed against her restraints as all of them were instantly set to the max setting. Two thick, girthy form-fitted plugs holding them all inside her cunt and gut.
Whining through the O-ring holding her mouth open wide.
Slowly but surely coming to as she remembered... she lost their latest spar. Seiki-sama brutally but efficiently dismantling her attacks, just like he always does.
And because she lost...
It only makes sense that she had been captured. Locked away in one of the Yamazaki's manor's many side rooms, blindfolded and earmuffed to make all of those sensations stronger. Her thighs forced apart, her legs bent behind her and so her feet were pressing against her butt. Her arms crossed behind her upper back. Her entire body held taut by firm, thick ropes.
Unable to move a single muscle as she dangles in the air, her mouth and pussy drooling onto the floor beneath her.
Unable to do anything when Seiki's hands tighten around her neck. Unable to do anything but gag and choke when Seiki's cock presses past her lips, scraping along her gullet until he finally pressed his pelvis into her face, his nuts resting on her eyes and nose. All 11 inches of his cock firmly lodged in her throat.
"G-Gaghk..."
Then Seiki-sama started skullfucking her.
"GAGHK! GAGHK! GAGHK!"
Ruthlessly jutting out his hips, forcing her facehole to take his cock from tip to hilt three times a second...
"GAGHK! GAGHK! GAGHK!"
His hands tightening around her neck further as he continued his thrusts, using her mouth to get himself off without the slightest concern for her health...
"GAGHK! GAGHK! GAGHK!"
She passed out—
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Later.
Azula thrashed awake with a harsh punch to the gut, right above her womb. Coughing up spit and nut she'd been forced to swallow, some of it dribbling out of her nose. Tears leaving the edge of her blindfold. She's not quite sure how many times she's passed out at this point, only for Seiki-sama to force her back awake.
Her body covered in handprints, whip marks and bruises. Sweaty, tired and used.
Mewling as she felt her vibes turn on at full force—
"GAGHK! GAGHK! GAGHK!"
Only to gag as Seiki immediately resumed her facefuck. Ruthlessly thrusting out his hips, his nuts slapping against her blindfold as he resumes the same pace as before. Forcing her to take his cock from tip to hilt three times a second...
Pssssssssssh.
Only to whine when Seiki firmly hilted himself in her gullet, and pissed. Her pussy clenching around his cock as Seiki used her like a toilet.
Ptooooh.
Outright climaxing as she felt a glob of spit land on her breasts.
Slipping in and out of consciousness as Seiki resumed fucking her throat, choking and gagging as he clogged her airways with piss and nut...
Teetering on the edge of death, and unable to do anything about it...
"You don't even exist," Seiki whispered. "I just came back here to get myself off. You'll never be anything more than a pit-stop for me to piss, spit and nut in. How does that make you feel?"
Azula was in paradise.
LOAD1.
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Present.
Seiki.
Seiki groaned, blind and deaf to the world as he thrusted out his hips, immediately nutting down Inque's throatpussy. Her countless tongues and mouths working over his cock and balls as she rung out every single drop she could—-
LOAD1.
Groaning as his cock throbbed, spurting out a thick, hot load—
LOAD1.
'Unnnngh,' he groaned into Inque's mouth, his brain dribbling out of his ears as he mindlessly thrusted out his hips. Inque slamming her throat up and down his cock faster and harder as she tried to get every last drop of his nut.
Not even letting his cock go soft as she immediately redoubled her efforts, sucking and licking at his cock, balls, and nipples, everything.
It was around then when Seiki distantly realized, 'Uh... I never moved up a save after passing out, did I?' Which meant that he would be stuck here, smothered in Inque, longer than he originally intended to.
'How unfortunate...'
LOAD1.
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The Next Morning.
Inque.
Laying in bed, Seiki Yamazaki laying on top of her, she couldn't help but run herself up and down his body. Made entirely of liquid, she sort of sloshed around him, all while he leaned back and nuzzled himself into her torso. He was also covered in sweat, and his cock was dripping with her cum and spit.
He was also panting quite a bit, having been worn down by her extensively. Unable to do anything to escape her grasp. And while part of her wanted to go right back to sex...
She still needed to process what he just told her.
"So the Quirk Thief is real," Inque muttered. "And not only is he real, but he's slowly turned into some sort of... immortal eldritch horror."
"Mmhmm."
"And you're 'working on it.'"
"Mmhmm."
"And you're also working on immortality, because your Quirk won't let you die."
"Mmhmm."
"Anything else I should know?"
"That's about it," he said, leaning against her. "Well, mom's been pushing me to branch out a bit with our finances— wanting more things that ensure our long-term safety in case our cover blows. She's almost as paranoid as I am," he chuckled fondly. "So whether I like it or not, I'm gonna have to get married."
"Married?"
"Yeah. Money talks, but old money talks better..."
Deciding that she was done talking, Inque reached down and grabbed his cock. Seiki stiffened against her, almost like he was scared. His heart beating faster, his breathing getting heavier.
She knew he was faking it, but...
Damn was he good.
And she just got off one hell of a dry spell.
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