Dragon's Gambit: Demon Unleashed Into the Multiverse!

Carrying Mirko through the streets of Hiroshima was way harder than I thought. 

Not because she was heavy—she was, her ass and tits were massive—but because she was leaking like a broken faucet and kept groping my cock through my pants. She'd squirm or moan every few steps, making the whole situation even more ridiculous.

"Just... fuck... me... already," she whined, clinging to me like her life depended on it. My red cloak wasn't doing much to hide her near-naked body or mine, and we were definitely getting some weird looks from the few people still wandering around this late at night.

We probably looked like a pair of drunk, horny idiots trying to get home after a rough party. 

Her body was still dusted with the powder's remnants, and I reeked of smoke and sweat. But I pushed through, ignoring the judgmental stares until we finally reached the neon-lit sanctuary of a love motel; oh dear dragon, how much I love Japan.

Once inside, I used King Crimson to skip past the awkward conversation with the sleepy receptionist. I grabbed the keys to the best room they had, swiped a stash of condoms and water bottles, and left the guy a nice tip to ease the conscience. 

Mirko was grinding against me the entire time, her breath hot against my neck as I carried her to the elevator. "What's your name?" she murmured, her voice slurred as if drunk.

"Zaiko," I answered, smirking as I gave her ass a firm slap. The way her body reacted—her hips bucking slightly and her sharp inhale—only made me more eager to get her upstairs and fuck her up.

She repeated my name softly, almost like she was trying it out. "Zaiko... I like it."

The elevator ride was torture. Her hands were everywhere—tracing the muscles of my chest, teasing along my waistband. By the time we reached the suite, I was more than ready to give her what she'd been begging for.

I kicked the door open and set her down on the bed. She wasted no time, ripping off what little was left of her outfit. 

Her toned, muscular body was on full display, glistening with sweat, and her pussy was leaking wet, so much it looked like she had pissed herself... Kinda since, on the way here, she squirted over 2 times. 

Her crimson eyes locked onto mine, daring me to fuck her. "Zaiko, I can't wait any longer," she groaned, her hands already reaching for me.

I pulled off my cloak and stripped down, taking my time as I let her see everything. Her eyes widened as they took in my cock, her breath spiking.

Mirko climbed off the bed and onto her knees, positioning herself properly in front of him.

Mirko's crimson eyes widened as her gaze locked onto Zaiko's cock. Her breath hitched, and for a moment, her frenzied, lust-drunk state was replaced by genuine shock. 

She blinked rapidly, her hands hovering hesitantly near his cock if unsure how to approach it.

"Holy shit," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. She reached out tentatively, her fingers wrapping around the base. "This... this isn't real. There's no way this is real."

Her hand looked comically tiny against the girth of his cock. She gave it an experimental stroke, her fingers barely making it halfway around the thick shaft. "It's too fucking big," she said, shaking her head in disbelief. "Even two hands won't be enough for this thing."

Her grip tightened, and her stroking became faster. Her other hand joined in, trying to wrap around the massive length, but even together, her fingers couldn't fully encircle it. 

She looked up at Zaiko, "I've seen some wild shit in my time," she said, her voice briefly stopped by nervous laughter, "but this… this is on a whole other level. Not even the porn stars come close to packing something like this."

She leaned in closer, her tongue darting out to give the tip a tentative lick. The taste was clean, masculine, and addictively salty. Mirko shivered, her body responding instinctively to the scent and heat radiating from him.

Her tongue ran along the underside of his cock, tracing the thick vein that pulsed against her touch.

"This thing could ruin a girl," she murmured, more to herself than to Zaiko. "No, This has ruined a girl; I know it by the taste, but damn, I'm too curious not to try."

Her lips wrapped around the tip, her hot breath teasing his sensitive skin as she started to take Zaiko into her mouth. Her jaw stretched wide, struggling to accommodate his girth. She pulled back with a wet pop, panting slightly.

"I'm gonna need to warm up to this," she admitted. Mirko pressed her face against Zaiko's balls, nuzzling them like a predator savouring her prey. 

Her tongue lashed out, licking him with long, deliberate strokes as she worked to coat every inch with her saliva.

 She wrapped her hands around the base again, steadying it as she leaned in. With a deep inhale, she sniffed it whole to capture the scent of her new master. 

Unexpectedly, Mirko felt her womb clenched up as if begging to be filled to the brim, the motion sending a slight shiver through her body.

"Guess my body's just as shocked as I am," she said with a playful laugh, looking up at him with those fiery crimson eyes. "But I'm not stopping here."

She took him into her mouth again, this time pushing herself further. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked, her lips stretching tight around his girth. 

The sound of her wet, eager slurping filled the room as she worked her way down, her throat convulsing slightly as she pushed past her gag reflex.

Zaiko groaned, his hand moving to rest on her head. Her ears twitched at his touch, and she glanced up at him with a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Don't hold back," she said around his cock, her voice muffled but still clear. "I can take it."

Taking her challenge seriously, Zaiko gripped her ears firmly and began thrusting slowly into her mouth.

She gagged slightly as he pushed deeper, but her nails dug into his thighs, silently urging him on.

Drool dripped down her chin as she worked him with determination. "So big," she managed to murmur when she pulled back for air.

Zaiko smirked as he tightened his grip on Mirko's twitching bunny ears. Her crimson eyes closed shut as his cock plunged into her throat, making a gagging sound that was muffled by the sheer size of his cock on Mirko's throat. 

Her hands dug into his thighs, and her nails dragged against his skin as she braced herself for the relentless assault.

"Good girl," Zaiko growled. He pulled her head back slightly, watching as her lipstick smeared along the length of his cock. 

Her lips left a sticky, glossy trail halfway down, the deepest she could manage without choking outright.

He thrust into her throat with growing violence, her muffled gags and the wet sounds of her saliva only driving him further. 

Each motion left Mirko's lips stretched impossibly wide, her spit dripping messily down her chin and onto her massive chest. 

The sight of her ruined face and the determination glinting in her tear-filled eyes only fueled Zaiko's desire to fuck her.

When he felt the familiar tightening in his balls, Zaiko pulled out abruptly. A thick string of saliva connected his cock to her gasping mouth. Mirko let out a frustrated whine, licking her lips as she caught her breath.

"Get on the bed". Zaiko's crimson eyes locked onto hers as he pointed toward the heart-shaped mattress in the corner of the room. "You're about to learn what it means to be bred."

Mirko scrambled onto the bed, her body trembling with anticipation. She spread her legs wide, her slick, glistening pussy on full display. 

Her tail twitched with excitement, and her crimson eyes burned with primal need. "Breed me," she pleaded, her voice raw and dripping with desperation. "I need you to stuff me full, Zaiko. It's... it's in my nature."

Zaiko raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Nature?"

"When someone with an animalistic quirk finds a male who's... superior," she explained breathlessly, her thighs trembling. "Her body and mind submit. It's instinct. I'm yours now—completely. So fuck me... no, breed me."

Zaiko didn't hesitate. He climbed onto the bed, positioning himself between her trembling thighs. 

His cock lined up with her lower lips, the thick head pressing against her dripping pussy. Without warning, he slammed into her in one brutal thrust.

Mirko's body arched off the bed, her scream echoing through the room as her pussy struggled to accommodate Zaiko's size.

"Fuck," Zaiko groaned, feeling her walls clamp around him like a too-tight glove. He bottomed out, his cockhead kissing the entrance to her womb. Her thighs wrapped around his waist as her body shook with pleasure.

"Zaiko!" she cried, her voice high and desperate. "It's so deep! You're stretching me... I can feel it in my stomach!"

Zaiko began to move, each thrust sending shockwaves through Mirko's body. Her nails scratched against his back, leaving red marks as her mind dissolved into pure, animalistic lust.

"You're mine now," Zaiko growled, gripping her hips tightly as he slammed into her pussy. The wet, obscene sounds of their fucking echoed in the room as Mirko's moans grew louder and more frantic.

"Yes! Yes!" she screamed, her voice cracking as her pussy clenched tighter around him. "Breed me! Fill me up! Please, Zaiko, I need it!"

The bed creaked under their combined weight, the headboard slamming against the wall with each powerful thrust. 

Mirko's tongue lolled out of her mouth, her eyes rolling back as her body surrendered utterly; this was her life now, as a woman with an animal quirk, this was the greatest moment of her life, and she couldn't be happier to be part of the harem of a strong male as long as he desired to expand his women.

Zaiko felt his cum building, and judging by the way Mirko's pussy tightened around him, she was close too. 

With one final, brutal thrust, he buried himself to the hilt, his cock pulsing as he filled her womb with thick, hot cum. 

Mirko screamed his name, her body convulsing as she squirted uncontrollably, soaking the sheets beneath them.

When Zaiko finally pulled out, his cum spilled from her abused pussy, dripping onto the bed in thick streams. Mirko collapsed onto her stomach, her body trembling with aftershocks.

Zaiko's eyes scanned the room, landing on a nearby set of dog collars among the various sex toys. 

A wicked grin spread across his face. "Mirko," he commanded, his voice low and authoritative. "Get on all fours and put one of those collars on."

Mirko blinked up at him, her body still shivering. Slowly, she crawled to the edge of the bed, her ass swaying enticingly as she grabbed a black leather collar. 

She buckled it around her neck, her crimson eyes locking onto his with submission and lust.

Zaiko grabbed the attached leash, giving it a firm tug. Mirko whimpered, her body trembling as she handed him the end of the leash. "Master," she murmured, her voice barely audible. "I'm yours."

Zaiko smirked, pulling her closer until her face was inches from his cock. "Good girl," he said, snapping a photo of her collared and kneeling before him. He grabbed her by the chin, tilting her face upward. "Get ready, Mirko. Im fucking you until you can't think of anything else."