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Izumi adjusts the bag hooked across her shoulder, careful not to knock her sword loose from its scabbard. A couple of dragonflies scatter at the rustling noise, pausing midair as if to give her a side-eye before they go about their way.
The river that she follows is shallow enough that it only reaches her ankles as she wades through it, to blend her footsteps in with the gently rushing water.
According to her maps and the information she'd gotten from a local guide, she was getting close to her bounty.
Izumi had been hired by a nearby city to investigate the strange noises coming from their bordering forest.
Apparently no one else has been brave enough to take up the job, especially when they saw trees scorched down and trampled by feet decidedly not human.
And, well, Izumi wasn't necessarily brave… but she was interested in the strange creature regardless. She was an adventurer first, bounty hunter second— and with adventuring came an innate need to satisfy her curiosities.
And the noises she's hearing are definitely curious, to say the least. Echoing warbles filter past the thick tree trunks of the forest, muffled. It's almost similar to a whiny, wounded dog of sorts, as if the creature making those sounds needs help.
(And while Izumi is an adventurer first… she sought to help people most of all. If she could complete this bounty by maybe helping whatever hurting animal this is instead of just outright killing it, she'd consider it a success!)
"Unless I get killed first," Izumi mumbles to herself, stepping up over a boulder in the middle of the river that momentarily bisects it.
She decides to rest there for a moment, one hand shielding her eyes from the brilliant sun as she takes in her surroundings.
Izumi carefully surveys the different paths through the forest, eyeing the scratched up bark on many of the trunks. The dark outer layers are practically shredded by claw marks.
With how many there were, she was getting incredibly close to her quarry.
"Better keep moving…" Izumi huffs. If she dawdled too long, she risked the creature running off into the town that had hired her to get rid of the poor thing. And that would just end badly, probably on both ends.
The forest is oddly quiet, now that Izumi has stilled to take in her surroundings. Beyond the breeze through leaves and the bubbling river, there were hardly any noises from the fauna. Most likely scared off.
She must be getting close, then?
Izumi has just stepped off the rock back into the river, when something heavy barrels into her back and knocks her right back into it.
"Oof!"
The cool water floods her thin armor, chilling her immediately. Still, she's hardly able to make a sharp gasp because she's still rolling with the enemy atop of her, until they end up in a heap on the nearby grassy bank.
Her feet are still in the water— now the only dry part of her because of her good quality boots. With the way she's sprawled, her attacker has ended up partially beneath her and Izumi scrambles for purchase to stand and draw her sword to defend herself.
A purr sounds.
Izumi startles when she realizes it's coming from the body beneath her. It's cat-like, almost, if not for how rumbly it is. Tinged dangerous, with a soft hint of… that same whining noise she heard earlier.
"Ah."
The creature she was sent to slay. Crawled right into her lap, practically.
And a… dragon by the looks of it.
Wings cradle Izumi on either side, as if to prevent her escape. It wasn't as if she'd be able to anyway.
Strong arms (tipped with claws on each finger that give way to sharp scales all the way down the arm they're attached to) wrap securely around her waist and keep her firmly hugged to her sudden captor's chest.
Her… bare chest, Izumi belatedly realizes. Soft breasts nudge against her back, and Izumi can feel the hardened nipples even through her vest.
Izumi covers her eyes with one hand with a soft 'eep', dropping the other from the pommel of her sword. It was useless here, anyway.
From her research, dragons were pretty resistant to basic weapons such as this. Their scales were sturdy enough to protect them from heat as strong as pure lava, after all— so what would steel do? And any elixirs Izumi had that could weaken the creature were currently floating in her pack, still in the river.
But beyond that, dragons didn't often play with their kills. They attacked first, asked questions later. If this dragon were truly a threat, Izumi would have already been beheaded before that tackle.
"A-are you alright?" Izumi asks after clearing her throat, trying to focus past the nude body in front of her. It's really hard, though, when the dragon just squeezes her and squishes her breasts against Izumi's arm this time, trying to tug her hand away from her eyes.
Izumi swallows heavily, gently prying the dragon claws from her bicep. All that succeeds in doing is encouraging the dragon to sit up alongside her and gently nip at her fingers.
Izumi drops her hand, keeping her eyes trained to the clouds above, and the dragon warbles in delight.
"You, um… were the one making all those pained noises, weren't you? I came to help!"
The dragon doesn't answer for a while, content with just cuddling its… her? cheek against Izumi's. Then, with a wide grin, she pulls away to instead cup both of her dangerous hands against Izumi's face.
"Mate," the dragon says, pleased.
"H-huh?"
The dragon, of course, doesn't explain. She instead goes right back to cuddling Izumi. Her face nuzzles its way beneath Izumi's chin, urging her to bare her neck to her gaze. She takes a deep breath in, as if trying to consume Izumi through smell alone.
Izumi shudders as warm breath ghosts against her sensitive skin, and startles again when one of those knife-like talons comes to her vest. It circles one of the buttons with mild contemplation, before they tug down.
"Ah— wait!" Izumi fumbles for a moment, trying to shoo the dragon away so that she doesn't rip them off. Instead, her wrist is snagged and she's pulled close once again.
Izumi can't do much except gasp when a burning hot tongue swipes across the junction between her jaw and her neck, all the way up to her ear.
Without her even noticing, the dragon's other hand sneaks its way to her lower waist. Nimble fingers slide beneath her belt, though they don't do more than that.
"Perfect," the dragon praises, "So pretty."
Izumi's heart thunders in her chest, her entire body stilling.
She'd… never been called pretty before.
The hands around her aren't… unpleasant. The strip of bare skin on her midriff that she's been able to free to the open forest air twitches away from the curious touch, but Izumi subsequently arches into the full body of the dragon beneath her as she awkwardly tries to wiggle away from it.
It makes her feel strange deep in her belly, in an embarrassing way. Izumi hardly knows what to do with herself.
The dragon seems to know, though. She tilts her head up in the air, swallowing down Izumi's scent. With a pleased grin, she chirps as she buries her face back up against Izumi's neck.
Then, she bites.
Izumi cries out as sharp teeth dig into her collar, though they strangely don't rip into the flesh. From what she can tell, deep bruises will be the only thing left behind.
Still, when the dragon releases her, Izumi is quick to shove a hand against her neck to feel for the wound that isn't there.
"Why— you… y-you bit me!"
"You taste good," the dragon explains cheekily. "You came to help me? What a good mate!"
"I'm not—!"
Izumi moans as her quarry dips back down to begin suckling against her neck. Izumi's face ends up buried in a mirrored position, and her breathing deepens as she smells… pomegranates? Pomegranates and grapefruit… her favorite.
The citrus-y sweet scent is like wine as Izumi nuzzles her face closer to its origin. It threatens to have her drunk off of it.
Izumi… kind of doesn't mind the thought.
Before she realizes it, her mouth has dropped open directly against the dragon's skin. Her tongue spills past her lips, hesitant for only a moment when the heat of the body beneath her registers.
Then she delves in, sucking hickeys along pale skin in the same way the dragon does to her.
"Ohh, good girl." A shiver rolls up her… partner's spine, and Izumi pulls back with a breathless moan. "My cute little… what's your name?"
Oh gosh, how embarrassing. Here she was, practically making out with a dragon who she hasn't even introduced herself to.
"Midoriya," the adventurer mumbles. "Midoriya Izumi."
She has to swallow a few times to calm herself after that embarrassing lapse in control, but that just brings attention to the aftertaste of her dragon's pomegranate taste pooled on her tongue.
"Izumi," the dragon repeats back, eyes closed as if the name alone feels good to say. "I'm Toga Himiko."
Fingers begin to fiddle with her vest again, and this time, Izumi lets her buttons come unclasped. She still has layers beneath, but she finds that she wouldn't exactly mind if… when Himiko takes those off, either.
"I'm so happy you're gonna be mine from now on, Izumi."
Her body is tugged close, into a hug that presses her clothed body flush to Himiko's nude one.
"It's been agony without you," Himiko breathes against her ear. The heat of her breath makes Izumi shiver, and then yelp when teeth nibble just below it. She squeezes her legs shut as arousal heats her belly up.
"Oh—! You're hurt?" Izumi sits up quickly, dislodging Himiko from her partially by accident. "Where?"
Himiko's grin should've been the first hint that Izumi should look away, but instead she's greeted to her dragon turning over onto her back so that Izumi can see everything.
"It hurts so bad," Himiko pants, her entire chest heaving with the motion. Izumi pointedly avoids her gaze, out of respect. Though the way that Himiko's breasts sway and jiggle just make her eyes dart back down to them, almost reflexively.
Himiko slides her claws across her scaled inner thighs, parting them lightly so that she can press the pads of her fingers against her most private part.
When she pulls them back, they're drenched with her arousal. Sticky lines stubbornly cling between each of her digits, until they drip down to her palm and off her wrist.
Himiko holds her hand out beseechingly to Izumi, her face pleasantly pink. "See…? See how much I want you?"
Izumi's own face is flaming as if she'd been set on fire. Her legs clamp together as a sudden rush of heat flows between them to match the furious blush on her cheeks. Her cock throbs beneath her clothes, in a way it never really has before for anyone else.
"Listen… T-Toga-san, I really think—"
"Himiko. Call me by my name, okay?"
Himiko scoots even closer, until her shorter frame is almost dwarfing Izumi's as she leans further back. She ends up having to rest her weight entirely on the flats of her palms, body angled so that Himiko is practically curled up in her lap.
"And I'll call you my cute little mate. Okay?"
Izumi gulps, eyes darting down to explore Himiko's body again. And this time, she doesn't stop herself. A hesitant hand cups around Himiko's hip, urging her that much closer to Izumi's body.
The warmth from her is intoxicating, and Izumi can't help it when her hips reflexively thrust up, accidentally knocking into… that sensitive place that Himiko had touched before.
The front of her pants come back soaking wet, and she drops her head against Himiko's shoulder with an aroused groan.
"I'll… I'll help you."
Himiko trills happily, and slides off.
Only to present herself on her hands and knees, reaching back to part her asscheeks with one hand. She entirely exposes herself to Izumi's view, unembarrassed at the way her cunt drips lines of wet against her pale thighs.
Izumi stares for a moment, unable to help herself.
Especially not when Himiko angles her upper half lower so that she can reach for her clit and circle it with the pad of her finger a few times. It exposes how pretty pink her insides are, and how empty she is as she practically clenches on nothing.
Himiko only has to moan from low in her chest for Izumi to remember that she's supposed to be helping.
She fumbles for a moment as she slides forward onto her knees, only to immediately slide back because she hasn't actually taken her pants off.
Nervously, she yanks at the button keeping her modesty intact. Her cock is throbbing in her underthings, and as soon as it's bared to the open air, it arcs up and knocks against her lower belly.
Her hands shake a bit as she circles them around the base, hissing at the cold of them compared to the heat of her aroused flesh.
She can feel Himiko's eyes on her the entire time. Izumi holds her breath as she pointedly tries not to make eye contact, cupping the full length of her palms against her cock to hide the length of it away.
Himiko drops her touch from her clit to instead tug insistently at Izumi's wrist.
"I want it inside," she pants, her eyes focusing on nothing but Izumi. She spreads her legs wider, wagging her hips to try to entice Izumi in. As if she needs any more of an invitation.
Himiko licks her lips when Izumi drops her hands again.
As she shuffles forward on her knees, carefully planting her palms against Himiko's waist, she nervously notes how… long it looks, when she rests it against the cleft of her ass.
She strokes a few times to spread her precum, her moan coming out shuddery and breathy. Then, after just the briefest moment of contemplation, she runs her thumb along the waiting slit in front of her, gathering some of that slick as well.
Himiko grunts at the light touch, reflexively grinding against it to try to sink Izumi's finger inside.
Izumi nervously spreads the wet across her shaft, before she hurriedly presses the tip against Himiko's pussy.
"I'll go slow, okay? I don't wanna hurt you…"
"Hnng— Izumiii," Himiko moans. "My sweet, pretty Izumi. I want it so bad— you can be rough, okay?"
The compliments make Izumi's head swim, and her breath catches in her throat as she nods. Still, despite the permission, she tries to be as gentle as she can be as she slowly adds pressure.
Her cock nudges its way between Himiko's folds, sliding between them uselessly. It knocks the head of her cock against Himiko's clit, though, and makes the both of them let out startled moans.
Izumi wraps her hand around the base of her cock again, to steady it.
When she glances up, to make sure Himiko isn't upset at her bumbling, she freezes. The dragon's eyes are already on her, half lidded and practically sparkling with joy.
They're really pretty eyes, too. Izumi feels her face heat up with the force of her blush and she ducks her sight away again to instead focus on helping her… friend.
On the next push, her cock finally slides in. It's easy, as if they were made to be together like this, and Izumi has to bite her lip hard to stop from plunging it all in at once.
Instead, she stops just as soon as the tip is inside, her hands finding their way to Himiko's waist again.
She has to force herself to breathe for a moment, but it's hard to focus with Himiko's pussy trembling and shuddering around her like that. She just wants to hump against it and go in further and feel how the hot, wet insides feel against the full length of her cock.
Himiko seems to share the same thought, because she readjusts her position a bit, dropping her face to the ground to instead angle her hips upwards, so that she can start moving herself when it becomes apparent that Izumi won't.
The first thrust slides Himiko's cunt halfway down the length of her cock, and makes Izumi see stars. She finds herself leaning forward, panting heavily as she forces herself to use some of that knight's resolve trained into her and stay still.
"It's not… it doesn't hurt, right?" Izumi stammers. "It's okay?"
Himiko's face is buried in her crossed arms, but she lifts it to instead moan out loud for Izumi to hear.
"Izumi!" Himiko cries, her body shuddering in Izumi's grip as she starts to sink down lower on the girth of her cock. "It's so good— it's perfect, please put it all in me."
And, well… Himiko wanted it, just as badly as Izumi did.
She pulls back her hips until they almost disconnect where they're joined at the waist. Then she thrusts back in, further this time. Her cock parts Himiko's pussy with a lewdly wet sound, especially when Izumi doesn't pause between thrusts but instead rears back to do it again almost immediately.
Himiko grinds against Izumi each time, encouraging her to go faster and faster.
"Yesss," Himiko preens. "Fuck that feels so good— mmfh—" Himiko shoves herself off the ground to instead reach back and tug Izumi down, so that their lips can meet.
Izumi flusters at the sudden kiss, one of her hands dropping from Himiko's waist to instead press against her chest to keep her steady. It's only a happy accident that her palm ends up cupping itself around Himiko's breast.
She's gentle as she lowers Himiko back to the ground so that she won't have to stay in that awkward angle for so long. And Himiko fits so perfectly in her arms that Izumi can't help but squeeze her, in a reverse hug.
Or tries to, anyway.
"You're so small," Izumi murmurs. She was about a head or two taller than her… dragon mate, and that difference in height was that much more apparent with how she blankets Himiko's back like this.
The only issue with this position is that it's difficult to hold onto her. Himiko's wings flex and twitch as Izumi sinks deeper inside, and Izumi can't wrap her arms around her waist like she wants to.
"Himiko," Izumi moans. "Let me…"
Himiko has just twisted her head in confusion when Izumi hooks her hands against her thighs and bodily flips her. With a surprised yelp, Himiko rolls onto her back, her wings flaring out beneath her.
Baring her completely to Izumi's greedy sight.
Her back arches as Izumi slides her cock into her again, faster this time. Both of Himiko's legs come to wrap around her waist, to urge her inside, and Izumi bites her lip to control herself from making the most wanton of noises as she focuses fully on the warmth surrounding her sensitive cock.
Himiko, though, doesn't mind at all. She moans lewdly loud, her eyes squeezed shut until Izumi bottoms out, filling her to the brim with her thick girth.
"Haah— you're so big, Izumi." Himiko practically purrs the words. She uses the grip she has on Izumi's hips to lift and raise herself a few times, just barely fucking herself against the base of Izumi's cock. "So perfect for me. You're gonna breed me so good."
Being called perfect… being wanted in this way is something that Izumi isn't exactly used to.
Most people didn't really want anything to do with her— and she never really got romantic attention paid to her when she was younger and started growing out her hair and going by a different name.
Himiko reaches up for her, mouth dropped open as she pants and moans for it. "Hold me, Izumi— Hold me like this, okay?"
"Himiko…!" Izumi cries out.
She drops into Himiko's touch, her heart pounding in her chest. She isn't sure if it's just affection or lust, or some sort of sudden love making her feel this intensely for Himiko, but all Izumi knows is she never wants it to stop.
She hides her embarrassed, overwhelmed expression against Himiko's neck and lets herself breathe in that pretty pomegranate scent.
Himiko's arms wrap around her back and keep her there, her entire chest rumbly as she moans and purrs for it. Her touch is so warm.
Izumi knows she isn't going to last much longer, wrapped up in her new lover like this. But she wants it to be good for Himiko— so that she won't be in pain any longer.
And because… she wants to see how Himiko looks in the throes of pleasure. How she looks when she's cumming.
Izumi bites her dragon's shoulder. She doesn't really mean to— the thought just comes to her in passing and she doesn't think of a good reason not to.
But it seems to have been the perfect thing to do, because Himiko's moans raise an octave before her breath hitches and she trembles in Izumi's grasp. Her cunt tightens, briefly, as if to suck Izumi deeper inside.
Izumi can feel everything with how close they are. She continues to pump the full length of her cock in and out, the angle making it so that the tip nudges and rubs against all of those good spots inside of Himiko.
Teeth nudge against her jaw, and she angles her neck so that Himiko can reach. Then they're digging into her collarbone again, biting down and marking Izumi as Himiko's.
The sharp pain only makes the pleasure that much more mind-consuming. Himiko lifts and drops her hips in time with the thrusts, their skin slapping together in time with the wanton sounds they release.
Izumi reaches out to pat along the ground until she finds Himiko's hands fisted in the dirt. She replaces that earth with her own fingers instead, squeezing their palms together just to feel even closer with her.
Then she lifts her head, to stare Himiko in the eye as she urges herself closer and closer to orgasm.
Himiko's wings flare out beneath herself again. Her entire face is pink, eyes open wide from the intense look her chosen gives her. As if she's just affected by this as Izumi is.
"You feel so good inside, Himiko." The words come out reverent, and soft, and makes the both of them fluster. "It's so good— for… for me. Does it feel good for you—"
"It's so g-good," she practically pleads. "So good, cum in me… breed me Izumi!"
The declaration just sends her closer to her orgasm, and she speeds up her pace.
"Cum for me," Izumi pleads. "Let me feel it."
Himiko cries out one last time, and then unravels in Izumi's arms.
She squeezes their joined hands tight as she cums just like that, arching her back off of the ground as the waves of pleasure wash through her. She's so beautiful that she takes Izumi's breath away.
Maybe that's why her own impending orgasm takes her by surprise, her eyes squeezing shut with the intensity of it.
"Himiko…!" she groans, arms trembling. She finds herself back against Himiko's chest as she slides her cock in deep, until they're as close as they could ever get.
She's graced with the feeling of Himiko's insides trembling and spasming around her own twitching cock, accepting every shot of cum that fills her up. There's so much so soon that it's quick to spill between them, messily coating the grass in their combined juices.
Izumi would be embarrassed at how obscene it must look if not for how good it feels. Especially when Himiko gasps as she comes down from her sudden high, only to wrap her strong arms around Izumi's back and keep her in their couple's embrace.
"Izumi," she hums, all too pleased like she got exactly what she wanted. Well, maybe she did.
Izumi can't say she's upset about it, not even a bit.
"Himiko," the knight sighs, content. "My mate."
Himiko's hold tightens at the declaration, and Izumi can feel through her ribcage as her heartbeat quickens.
Izumi carefully twists them so that they're more comfortable, gentle in the way she holds the smaller girl in her arms as they cuddle up as they bask in the afterglow.
It happened so fast that Izumi, for a moment, thinks that it must have been an illusion. That Himiko showed up as a version of her heart's deepest desire and would soon disappear.
She squeezes tighter, and Himiko lets out a pleased chirrup. And when she reaches out to squeeze Izumi back, they end up tangling their fingers together between them.
Then, she sits up so that they can look at one another eye-to-eye.
"My heat isn't over yet." Himiko lifts their joined hands. "Will you stay with me, Izumi? And will you… really be my mate?"
Izumi is quick to gather Himiko in her arms and kiss her deep, as her answer.