MHA - Mirko's Workout II

Mirko sauntered into the cozy coffee shop, her long white hair cascading down her back. Dressed in casual attire, she looked worlds away from the hypersexualized hero in her signature costume. Today, she opted for a white low-cut tank top and a pair of snug black yoga pants that accentuated her toned legs, the fabric straining slightly to contain her voluptuous ass when she walked. Mirko's sandals padded softly against the wooden floor, her rabbit ears twitching occasionally from the noise. 

Without trying, she drew subtle appreciative glances from patrons.

“That’s the Rabbit Hero, Mirko. I hear she works out around here.”

“Hell yeah. Look at that ass.”

Mirko glared at the two males whispering amongst each other and got them to immediately stop. Smirking at their cowardice, she made her way to where Jack Skull awaited. The white man with arrogance that shook off her intimidating aura. Blue jeans, a black t-shirt that did everything it could to show his biceps, and blonde hair. 

Even without the smirk, he exuded arrogance. 

But to say he was evil was inaccurate. After all, even though she had been fucked silly, rendered helpless and weak, he ordered the boys at the gym to watch over her. "Don't touch her," he was claimed to have said. "She's mine." 

No one did. Not a single man touched Mirko in her hour of sleep. Despite so many wanting revenge from her humiliation of them, she was kept safe. Rock Lock was among the men there and he handed her a change of clothes.

But Jack himself? He left behind a number and nothing more. Two days had gone by since and Mirko decided to stretch her pussy again.

“Well, well, well. If it isn’t Mirko the Defeated.”

A hand slapped the table and Mirko gave Jack a sultry smirk. “Don’t get so conceited, civilian.”

“I wouldn’t dare. It’s just…how do I put this? It’s hard to take a woman seriously after I turn her into a begging, panting mess. 

“Tch.” Her breasts bounced ever so slightly as she sat down, threatening to spill out of her low-cut white top.

From between her tits, she pulled out a box and tossed it at Jack who caught it with ease. "If that’s the case, then how about a rematch?”

It was a box of XXXL condoms. Jack hardly even looked at it. Condoms...ha! As if he used those.

'Good,' Mirko thought.

“I don’t do rematches.”

"After to lose?"

"Afraid that the Rabbit Hero will become addicted. Can't have her lose in bed and to villains." Calmly, Jack sipped on his coffee—a small act served to only piss the Rabbit Hero off. 

"But…after yesterday, I'm thinking we should establish some ground rules. Friends with benefits seems fitting, don't you agree?"

Mirko’s twitching eyebrow arched, curious. She leaned back, an arm on the back of the chair, simple movement caused her ample breasts to strain against the confines of her tank top. Surely, a tantalizing display for Jack's appreciative gaze.

"It means I can call you whenever the mood strikes, and you give me what I need – no questions asked. Plus, we get to indulge in each other's pleasure without the drama of romance getting in the way. What do you say, Mirko the Rabbit Hero?”

Mirko laughed and threw a head back, breasts bouncing. Jack didn’t understand—until his cup of coffee touched the table and leaned forward. “If that’s how you want, then fine. Let’s do it.”

"Agreed—"

Jack didn't get to finish when Mirko jumped from her seat, circled around, and yanked his hand. “Come on then!” 

In terms of raw strength, Mirko was probably ten or twenty times stronger. Subsequently, Jack was dragged to the café's private unsex restroom and into a stall. Surprisingly, for a toilet stall, it was very large.

Once inside, she quickly locked the stall door and pinned him against a wall. Mirko was short as fuck, hardly five-foot-two, and yet dominated and pinned Jack as if he was the short man when he was everything far from that. 

Almost immediately, his hardness was evident against her belly. Mirko smirked. That fat cock of his hadn’t changed one bit.

"We're gonna need a refill," Mirko growled, claiming his lips in a rough, dominating kiss.

Jack melted into her, his struggles muffled by the hungry embrace. His cock throbbed in his pants and he pushed forward, back leaving the wall. Jack Skull did not lose. Jack Skull would never lose. Between the kiss and clash of strength, which suddenly became equal when Mirko busied herself with undoing his belt and buttons. Even without her two hands, she was more than a match for Jack’s natural strength.

“Mmmph~! Mmmpph~!”

They slammed against the bathroom walls, not caring for whoever was listening. The lust was all that mattered. The cock was all Mirko could see. 

And once those pesky pants and belt were down, the waistband of his boxers remained.

Thwap!

Finally, his cock. Semi-erect and ten inches long, it was a behemoth that sprung forward and quickly throbbed to life. Mirko licked her lips.

“Ha, look at that. The cock has returned.”

Mirko eagerly hitched a leg around his hip, guiding his throbbing cock to her dripping yoga-pants-blocked entrance. Immediately, one of Jack’s hands went toward her yoga pants and ripped the fabric apart. All the way up and down, left and right, he ripped her yoga pants and got her bum and pussy out.

Jack’s strength had been carefully sharpened through over a decade of hard-work and training. It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say he was stronger than some Pro-Heroes.

Of course, that strength paled in comparison to Mirko’s but it was great nonetheless. Enough to excite and cause Mirko’s cunt to gush. Her juices seeped onto the base of his cock and down the light-blonde pubic hair.

 "Yeah, definitely overdue for round two," Mirko agreed, adding another deep kiss to pant out her arousal. “Mmm….!”

“Feel that cock?” Jack rubbed his enormous length between her ass cheeks. Twelve inches long, it was a force to be reckoned with. A cock that defeated Mirko the Rabbit Hero and left her pussy creampied and stretched to the point that all the tough males at the gym dared not to touch her. His cock was the biggest, the best. No other man could possibly rival the white man in bed.

Confidence and throbbing arousal driving him, Jack lifted her by the ass cheek and then sank her down his thick length. Jack expected it to be a long process. It wasn’t. Mirko’s willing pussy took it in one swift, powerful stroke.

The smirk on her face was downright evil. “Come on! A couple inches at a time?”

Slam! Slam! 

“As if!”

CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! 

Four times, she sank down onto his cock. Four times, Jack suppressed a groan. Fuck, fuck! This woman, even with one leg, was incredible! She was tight on top of having the movements of a gymnastics goddess! Her tanned ass cheeks were toned from over a decade of training.

The same way his strength was trained—

“F-fuck!”

CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! 

SCHLAP—! SCHLAP—! SCHLAP—! SCHLAP—! SCHLAP—! 

“Mmmpphh~! Nnggghh~! I missed this cock~!” Mirko threw her head back, her rocking hips slowing. “I MISSED THIS COCKKKK~!” 

Both legs locked onto him. Both hands were needed to grip and hold onto her ass cheeks. Somehow, Mirko was taking control. Somehow, Mirko was dominating. She gripped Jack's shoulders, her nails digging in as he began to piston his hips, driving his cock deep into her clutching cunt. 

"Harder, Jack! Fuck me harder! Or what!? Is this the best you got!?"

Twelve inches of white cock yet he was getting cooked by a tanned slut that, just three days ago, had been wailing his name.  

“Don’t get so cocky!” Jack grit his teeth and slammed his hips upward, interrupting her drop before it could happen—before she hit her peak and slid down all twelve inches. Mirko went agape, eyes rolling back.

That did it.

Jack smirked.

Mirko’s ensuing thrusts failed to do anything. Jack’s thrusts grew more brutal and relentless. Mirko tried meeting each stroke with a matching grind of her hips but failed miserably. “Ngghghhh~! J-Jack, you little—!”

CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! 

Those white hands of his were veiny and strong for a reason. Kneading her ass cheeks, dropping her up and down his cock, she gasped and was unable to form words. “J-Jacckkkk~! Jaackkkk~! Y-your big, fat cock—! Ngghhhh~! Y-you little shiiiiittt~! Your coooocckkk~!”

Now that was how a woman was supposed to respond to him. That was how things were supposed to be, with Jack on top and Mirko at the bottom. 

“Cummiiiinng~! I’m cumiiiinnng~!” 

A big white cock delivering womb-kissed thrusts was an anomaly. It didn’t make sense to her. Mirko had never felt so overwhelmed in her life. In the back of her mind, she had thought maybe what happened at the gym was a fluke. She had been working out for several hours and arm-wrestled the strongest men the gym had to offer.

“Your—! Ngggh~! White! Cock! Fuuuck~! Fuuucckkk~!” CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! “SHOOO GOODDDD—!”

Jack Skull was the real fucking deal. Her juices coated his shaft as fucked her harder and harder. As he smiled and grinned and watched her expression shift to ecstasy.

“Not so confident, are you? What’s wrong? This cock too much for you?” Slam, slam, slam! “White cock too much for you?”

“S-shut—” Her eyes crossed. “C-cummiiiinnnggg~! I’m cumming~!”

Jack’s own smile was wiped clean from his face when her walls absolutely slammed him into stopping. The slippery wet cunt was as tight as a corkscrew and it felt so damn good. A troubling space that suddenly he did not want to move from.

“Haahh…haah…” Mirko’s orgasmic bliss ended when she noted that he wasn’t thrusting. Jack was busy gritting his teeth and trying for another trust. But Mirko…

"Don't you dare cum yet, you hear me? I want every inch of that monster cock buried inside me until I'm screaming for mercy!"

Now it was back to Mirko. 

Her hands tightened on his shoulders and slammed down on him. The height difference made the tanned chick feel puddy. During the gym and even now, that led Jack to underestimate her. He instinctively thought her as small despite his mind knowing that was not the case at all. He thought her cunt as sensitive and meek and bent to his will, when that wasn’t really true either.

Her brown ass cheeks clapped down and swallowed his massive cock with ease. Mirko moaned and found the ecstasy she had been seeking. She was so damn close to another orgasm…!

“Tch!”

Except Jack was being overwhelmed. Seeing his face, through her panting, Mirko smirked. She kept dropping down hard. 

Jack grunted, his control wavering under her impassioned pleas. He willed himself to fuck her harder, intent on pushing her over the edge first. "Gonna make you cum so hard, Mirko... “

‘Then I'll follow right behind..."

CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! 

Both were fucking and staring at each other’s eyes. Red and blue. Black and white. 

“Fuck me, fuck, fuck me…!” Mirko came closer and closer, bouncing on his dick like there was nothing else in the world. “Fuckme, fuckme, fuckme, fuckme, fuckme…!”

His balls tightened and he tightened his grip on her ass cheeks. 

CLAP—! 

He slammed one last time and grunted her name. 

Mirko’s arms slipped from his shoulders and she shrieked his name. 

Together, down to the last millisecond, they orgasmed.

Jack’s climax was like a fountain, his cock the massive structure of steel and the ludicrous amounts of water his cum. Really, there was no other way to describe his unloading. If it was any other woman, they would have snapped. Been bred with several children and rendered a cum-addicted whore.

But not Mirko.

Following the climax, she gasped for air and placed a hand on his cheek. “Y-you little….” Her lips turned upward. “Ha…hahaha…” 

Cum gushed down, forming a small puddle. The smirk on her face remained even as she huffed and puffed, even as she sweated and climaxed and clamped down on him. Jack lost his hold on her thicc ass cheeks. Mirko did not fall, courtesy of her locked legs and cunt. 

Her forehead touched his, red eyes igniting. “Can you run?” 

“Run?”

One hand went over to the point that his cock connected to her cunt. The base where everything began. “Mm, we can’t finish this here, can we?”

Jack smirked and he delivered a loud smack to her left ass cheek. “On that, we agree.”

***

White hair trailing behind her like a comet’s tail. 

A fat ass in yoga pants that were ripped.

A blur running on the streets. 

It was Mirko, the Rabbit Hero, her powerful legs propelling her forward with grace and ferocity. Her tight, low-cut white tank top and black, ripped-up yoga pants. Her delightfully ebony ass was jutting out and not a single male could see.

After all, she was the Rabbit Hero and perhaps the fastest hero of the modern age. No normal person could see her. All she left behind was a trail of wind and white hair.

And yet…

‘That bitch…!’

Not far behind her, another figure was running, pushing himself to keep up with her blistering pace. An attractive blonde with a lean, athletic build, had a smirk on his face as he trailed half a block behind Mirko. His arrogance was well-earned; he was strong, fast, and had a history of leaving his opponents in the dust—both in and out of the bedroom.

Mirko glanced over her shoulder. She bounced onto a nearby pole, then back to the blond, popping up in his face and then running backwards. “What’s the matter, white boy? Getting tired?” 

Jack grinned, his breath steady despite the speed. “You wish, bunny. I’m just pacing myself. Wouldn’t want to outrun you and miss the view,” he shot back.

Mirko snorted, a fierce grin spreading across her lips. “Keep up then, if you can.” She turned around, showing those wonderfully tanned ass cheeks, and in a burst of speed, she pulled ahead. Once again, there was half a block of distance between them. 

Jack’s eyes narrowed with resolve. He wasn’t about to let her leave him behind—not this time. He dug deep, his long legs eating up the distance between them as they raced through the streets. She was still ahead but the gap was not widening. 

Moreover, it was impossible not to be able to follow given the slack jaws of the passing men. Because while phones might not be able to catch the bare ass cheeks of the Rabbit Hero, some eyes and Quirks could.

Lucky guys.

Almost as lucky as Jack himself.

The buildings around them growing taller, more opulent, and Jack realized they had entered a high-end district of Musutafu City.

Finally, Mirko veered off the main road, leading him towards one of the tallest and most expensive-looking buildings in the area. The structure was a gleaming tower of glass and steel, with balconies that jutted out like terraces. It screamed wealth and power. Mirko screeched to a stop as she reached the entrance, not even winded, her breathing even and steady.

Jack came to a stop beside her, hands on his hips, his chest rising and falling as he caught his breath. He looked up at the towering building, his eyes widening slightly in surprise. “You live here?” he asked.

Mirko smirked, placing a hand on her hip. “What, you thought I lived in some shabby little apartment?” she quipped, tilting her head up at him.

“Not going to lie, yes.”

Behind them were whispers and pointing. Ah, right. Her bum. Jack shuffled close and smacked that thicc ass of hers.

Juicy and fat and belonging to a woman full of confidence, it didn't so much as move the hero. She expected it. She wanted it.

“Come on, let’s go in.” So, with one hand, he groped one ass cheek. The other hung out but it didn't matter. Everyone knew that she belonged to him. Frankly, he didn’t mind men looking but he did mind the media finding out. 

Mirko simply smirked and led him inside, her strides confident despite his hold on her. He went from one tanned firm bun to the other, alternating for the sake of love rather than ownership or modesty. If it wasn't a federal crime, Jack would have whipped out his cock too. He thought himself as the biggest. Why be ashamed of it?

The grand lobby was impressive, the floors a polished white marble, and the walls with modern art that probably cost more than most people’s homes. 

‘Definitely more than my own,’ Jack thought. 

A uniformed doorman nodded at her in greeting, and she returned the gesture with an order. “Get me to the elevator already!”

The elevator was ready and waiting. For a hero in the top five, there was no other logical treatment, in spite of the fact that a blond was holding her booty possessively. 

The elevator shot up swiftly, and within moments, the doors opened to reveal a massive penthouse.

‘Huh.’ 

Jack blinked twice and his hand finally left her ass cheek. 

The space was as impressive as the building itself. The living area was vast, with floor-to-ceiling windows that offered a breathtaking view of the city below. The decor was a mix of modern and minimalistic, with sleek furniture and a colour palette of whites, grays, and blacks. To the right, a large sectional couch faced a massive flat-screen TV, and to the left, a glass wall separated the living room from the pool area. The pool itself was outside the glass wall, stretching across the length of the penthouse, with lounge chairs and a hot tub nestled at the far end.

Jack let out another low whistle as he stepped inside, taking in the grandeur of it all. “This place is insane,” he muttered, genuinely impressed. He turned to Mirko. “You really went all out, huh?”

“As if. It was like this when I came.” Mirko threw her keys at the couch halfway across. It was an impressive throw. 

Jack whistled low under his breath, his eyes soaking up the pool outside. “Still, bunny. This is impressive.” He stepped into the living room. “There's a pool and everything.”

Smack!

Suddenly, Jack was on the receiving end of an ass tap. He spun around to see Mirko smirk. She tilted her head, arms under her bust, almost pretending that she was innocent.

Almost. Her red eyes flicked down his crotch where she imagined his flaccid dong hiding. She eyed the length up, then met Jack’s gaze head-on. 

“Fuck the pool. We're here to fuck each other.”

Jack loved that about her—how unashamed, how unapologetic she was in everything she did. He approached her and leaned in close, his breath warm against her lips. “You sure you’re ready for that, Mirko?” he teased, his hand sliding down to rest on the curve of her waist. “Today, you barely made it through the first round.”

Mirko let out a low, confident laugh, her fingers trailing down his chest. “Oh, I’m more than ready, white boy. And this time, I’m going to show you why they call me the number four hero.”

Jack didn’t need any more prompting. He picked her up in an instant, his hands sliding around her booty as he pulled her flush against him. “I’m gonna enjoy breaking you in this time, bunny,” he murmured, his lips brushing against her ear.

Her legs were already locked. She knew him and he knew her. This was how it was going to be.

Mirko’s laugh was low and throaty, her hands moving up to rest on his chest, her fingers tracing the lines of his muscles. “Talk is cheap, Skull,” she taunted. “Let’s see if you can keep up.”

Without warning, she leapt and shoved her pussy into his face. Face full of cunt, Jack lost balance. Legs locked, her thighs squeezing him, she spun him around and guided him back onto the sectional couch. 

He landed with a soft thud, but before he could react, he could see again. His view was no longer the inside of her pussy. She was on him, straddling his lap, her hands keeping his arms wide. The way her body moved was hypnotic, the muscles in her arms flexing as she pinned him.

Jack tried to move hands to her hips but Mirko was having none of it, her grip firm as he tried to assert some control.

She leaned down, her face inches from his, her breath warm against his lips. “Don’t get too comfortable,” she whispered, red eyes like a predator. “You’re in my territory now.”

His cock lurched through his pants, the bulge massive and tapping at her belly. The blue jeans were ripping and tearing, struggling to contain the great white beast. “Then show me what you’ve got,” he challenged, his voice low and husky.

Mirko’s grin widened, and without another word, she leaned in, capturing his lips in a heated kiss. The intensity of it was staggering, her lips moving against his with a hunger that sent a jolt of electricity through him. She was relentless, her tongue demanding entrance, which he eagerly granted.

The kiss was a battle for dominance, and neither of them was willing to give an inch. Mirko’s hands kept his arms wide and apart. Jack responded with his full focus, his hips thrusting up, cock attempting to remind itself. 

With each thrust, Mirko moaned softly, her breath hot against Jack's ear. Her pink lips curved in a mischievous smile as she felt him stiffen and throb against her abs. Okay, maybe he got too eager. She had fucked him long enough to know the pressure of an orgasm was coming. 

“A fat fucking cock like yours can’t stop itself from cumming?” Mirko laughed and pulled back. She finally released his arms but it was a moot point given the state of his cock. With her bare hands, she ripped his jeans apart and let that cock bounce free, a thick, veiny monster that seemed to pulse with its own arrogant heartbeat. Thirteen inches of hard, white meat stood proudly before her, a challenge that Mirko was eager to take on.

Her eyes took in every delicious, familiar detail. The bulbous head, the thick veins, and the slight curve of his cock made her mouth water. 

But more than that—holy fuck, was it a raging red mess. Pre-cum was leaking like crazy and it looked like it had been erect for days.

In reality, it had been less than a minute. 

Again, Jack got too eager there. 

Slowly, deliberately, she lowered herself onto him, taking the first few inches inside her. "Mmm, feels so good already.”

Four inches, five inches…

More than what a normal man could offer.

Jack bit his lip, his eyes narrowing as he felt the tightness of her pussy. He was used to being the one in control, but with Mirko, he found himself at her mercy. "Go on then, take it," he challenged, his voice shaking slightly.

Slam!

Jack groaned.

She dropped down, smirking, taking the whole length of his cock and doing so with relative ease. Mirko panted and gasped, but otherwise remained the smirking cocky bunny girl she was.

Jack’s mask of arrogance, meanwhile, fractured. “H-holy fuck…!”

His hands went to her hips, attempting to seize control. Too little, too late.

With a wicked glint in her eye, Mirko bounced on his cock. "Mmm~! Yes, that's it~! That’s it!" Throb, throb, throb! His cock was going wild in her pussy and Mirko laughed. She laughed, her hips moving in a seductive rhythm. 

Jack tried to respond—

“Come on!”

She picked up the pace, riding him with wild abandon, her breasts bouncing with each thrust. Jack's eyes rolled back in his head as he struggled to hold on, his cock throbbing deep inside her. "F-fuck! Fuck! M-Mirko! Y-you can’t—!”

“Can’t what?”

“You can’t—!”

CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! 

Harder, she slammed down on him harder. The couch creaked and rocked back and forth. The fruits of her labour were too much. Her coach, Jack’s cock, Jack’s mind, all of it was being possessed by the rabbit slut and her glorious cunt. So tight, snatching him for all he was worth. 

Jack thought he could seize her hips and do as he did before. His fingers had certainly latched themselves onto her complexion. But other than that?

CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! 

He couldn’t grasp control. He couldn’t hold back. Her hips were buckwild and so were his balls. It was like his world was turning into a view of the starry night. All he felt was the ecstasy of having a bad bitch on your cock. 

Mirko laughed, a cocky, sensual sound that spurred him on. "Don't you dare cum yet, Jack," she taunted. "I want you to admit it! I want you to lose right in front of my eyes!" 

Driven wild by her words, Jack re-did his grip on her hips and then lifted his ass from the couch. "You think this is over?” 

Thrust!

Mirko’s laughter tapered into a series of gasps.

Thrust, thrust, thrust!

CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! 

There it was. The iconic timing he was known for. Mirko’s rhythm, while crazy, did have a tiny weak point. Honestly, to call it a weakpoint was stupid. Mirko was merely winding up her ass to drop down. Any other man by this point would have lost their dick—succumbed to the bootylicious claps of her ass. 

Not Jack. He was special for a reason. He kept up with Mirko for half a day for a reason.

He defeated her last time for a reason.

CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! 

His ass kept leaving the couch as he thrust over and over again, helping her take his cock to the hilt. The technique was absurd, requiring perfect timing and great muscle strength. His big cock was just the cherry on top. Where most struggled to reach the womb, Jack did not.

He hit that sweet, sweet spot without issue.

“That's it! Ride me hard, bitch!" Jack grunted, his arrogance returning as he interrupted her pace, replacing her bouncing, dropping hips with his own deep thrusts.

“F-fuck! You think this will be enough!?”

“Hell yeah!”

Jack smirked when he saw the flash of irritation from Mirko. 

Their bodies clapped and fucked in unison, a sensual ruttery that filled the penthouse with the sounds of slapping flesh and lustful moans. The couch was rocking back and forth, nearly knocking itself from its place. Mirko's pussy dripped down his shaft as she rode him relentlessly.

“Nggghh!”

Jack’s advantageous thrusts, the thrusts that could turn around any dominating woman…

“Haaah~! Nngggh~! Cummiiiiinnng~! I’m cumiiinnngg~!”

“You better!”

CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! 

While it worked…

“Cumiiiinng again~!”

“You fucking slut! Just how many times are you going to cum!?”

“As many times as I need to do, Jack~! Nggghh~! Jack! Jack! Your cock~! Ngghghhh~! Gshhkkkk~! Hnnngghhhhh~!” Her gasps and her wanton need for air was slowing her down ever so slightly.

But not enough.

Mirko fought like a rabbit, fucked like a rabbit…

CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! 

…and adapted like a rabbit.

The more he interrupted her ass cheeks drops with his own thrusts, the more adjusted she got. 

‘Fuck, fuck, fuck!’ His thrusts weren’t leaving the couch anymore. Not only was she adapting in terms of the pleasure given but she was also adjusting her timing!

’I’m gonna cum! Fuck, not now, not this soon!’ 

On top of his raging cock which was ready to burst inside her. Mirko had the upper hand and it felt like there was no fighting against it. 

"Aw, look at that, Jack. Slowing down?”

“F-fuck you!”

She smirked, and with that smirk came the last of Jack’s counter-thrusts. Now, it was Mirko’s turn!

CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! 

Her ass slammed down. His cock failed to muster a response.

He came. There was no way around it, he came and spilled every last bit of his seed inside her. “Gghhhh!”

“Cum, cum, cum!” Mirko came closer, eyes wide and borderline insane. “Cum inside me!”

He did. He drained every last bit of his balls inside her, his fingers slipping from her hips.  And then…

CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! 

Mirko took full control of the session. 

“M-Mirkoooo—!” 

There was no resisting at this point, no way to gain an advantage. Jack gasped for air, his cock twitching, his hands attempting to gain leverage. Jack Skull was trying to recover and regain his strength. His balls, however, had stolen all the energy in his muscles. That feeling of post-nut exhaustion was too strong. 

Meanwhile…

“Hahaha, you like that, Jack?" Mirko teased, her rabbit ears twitching with excitement. "I’m just getting started!”

Already in recovery mode while Mirko was kicking it up a notch. Jack hissed, unable to stop her in any capacity. Her ass clapped down. Her pussy bent to the shape of his monster cock. 

She smirked, riding him with her hips alone. Not clapping down and sinking through ten or eleven inches but simply grinding.

“My tight little pussy milking that big cock? You're not gonna find this pleasure anywhere else."

Mirko's smirk widened, one hand on his shoulder as the other trailed down his lips. Riding him, fucking him, grinding down on all that cock and doing so with gusto.

Her boobs bounced in her low-cut top. Her breathing was long and heavy and erotic.

Jack's mouth hung open as he struggled for breath, his cock pulsating with need. "No one...nnngh! No one has ever fucked like this…! Shit, I'm gonna cum so hard..."

"Not yet," Mirko purred, slowing her movements to tease him. "You already came. I want you right on the edge right now. I want to feel your cock throbbing, ready to explode, but I'm not gonna let you cum until I say so."

She slowed and rather than take advantage, Jack succumbed. His legs dead, it was all it took for him not to nut right then and there. 

‘Is her Quirk syphoning me of my energy!?’

Not quite. Her Quirk let her fuck like a rabbit, and for that, a measly human could hardly keep up.

With expert control, she milked his cock with her pussy, squeezing him with her walls. Jack's eyes rolled back, his body tense and pressed to the couch as he fought to obey her command. "Fuck, you're so damn tight…!" he gasped out.

Mirko cackled, quickening her pace again, taking him right to the edge. "Cum for me, Jack," she commanded. "Let me feel that hot load fill me up. Give it to me!"

With a roar of passion, Jack surrendered to her demand. His cock twitched violently as he unleashed a torrent of cum deep into her waiting hole. Roar of his orgasm filled the room, his body shuddering with the intensity of his release.

Mirko's expression lit up, pointed at the heavens and thanking them for this white man. She cried out as she felt his thick seed fill her, her own orgasm detonating around his cock. "Yes, Jack! That's it!" she screamed, her body shaking uncontrollably. "Fill me up! Make me cum on that gorgeous cock!"

Their pleasure ebbed and flowed, waves of ecstasy crashing over them as they rode out their intense orgasms. Eventually, they collapsed into each other's arms, a tangle of sweaty, satisfied flesh. Mirko was buried into his shoulder, boobs pressed to his shirt.

“Haa…” Her breath teased his ear. “Don't tell me you're already done?”

“A-as if,” Jack muttered, his hands grabbing her ass cheeks. Upon feeling the thiccness, his cock twitched. Going soft right now would be the biggest shame of his life. “I'm going to get you to scream my name.”

Mirko leaned back and smirked. And then, with that gorgeous cocky smirk, she hooked her fingers underneath her top and carried it off of her body.

Jack considered himself an ass man in all honesty. The thicc firm sensation of booty could never be replaced in his opinion.

But seeing Mirko's boobs bounce out almost changed his mind. They were big and bouncy and seeing her lick her lips as she kneaded them gave him pause.

A pause that Mirko used to slam down on his cock again.

“Oh, fuck—!”

Too late. Again.

CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! 

Fuck, fuck, fuuuck! Fuuuucck! He was already losing! He was already overwhelmed. His eyes were rolled back, her ass ripping as she stroked down on his cock. His white pole should have rendered her a whore and yet—

“Aw, what's wrong?” She slammed and slammed and slammed. He tried to snark back but his face was suddenly buried in her tits.

Again, they were really amazing tits. The type to make a man switch teams. The type that deserved to be called knockers.

“Look at you, Jack. Once so proud and mighty…” Her tongue swept across her lips. “And now a little quickshot.”

“Mmph!” His voice muffled by her boobs, he couldn't argue. But frankly, it wouldn't have made a difference. Shoved into big tits or not, reality would have stayed the same. His cock would have been in the exact same state.

A throbbing, raging mess that was on the edge of cumming in thirty seconds. Thirty fucking seconds!

The grip of her cunt was just too much!

“Thirty-one, thirty-two…”

Mirko counted every last second with a smirk. As for actual strokes, they were essentially triple. In one second, Mirko's ass smacked down on him three times, pussy swallowing and gripping and milking him. Her insides were sticky from the creampie.

That just made it better.

CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! 

Mirko pulled her tits back, wanting to see his delirium. To her, seeing the arrogance wiped off his face was hot. The sweat and the rolled back eyes combined with the submissive expression of being dominated by pussy.

“M-Mirko! Mirko! Your pussy is just…” Jack actually gasped for air, head tilted back. His throat looked delectable and she went forward to kiss and suckle on it.

Mirko was a short stack. A little over five feet with a tight cunt, abs, and big boobs. “Ha…! Hahah!” Her lips broke away, slobber following. Her red eyes were glowing, pushed to the brink of insanity. “This dick, this dick, this big white dick…nnnghhh!” 

A grin full of slobber followed. Jack groaned.

“I LOVE THIS COCK!”

She quickened her pace, her hips moving in a frenzy, eager to fuck him unconscious. She went faster and faster until there was little of Jack's soul left.

"Haah! Hahaha! Cum for me, Jack," Mirko half-yelled, her breath heavy and thick and horny. "Fill me with your hot load! Do it! DO IT~!”

Jack bucked his hips, his cock throbbing as it spilled its seed deep inside her. Mirko threw her head back, her white hair cascading over her shoulders, a contrast to her flushed tanned skin.

“Yessss! You're cumming! Give me that thick seed of yours! Doooo ittttt~!” Mirko screamed out in triumph, his essence coating her walls.

The intensity of their session simmered down.

In forty-three seconds, Jack Skull came. He came right after having already cum.

“Mmm…”

Mirko's lips wiped the saliva off her lips and chin.

She wasn't done with him yet.

Mirko lifted herself off his still-hard monster cock, a wicked glint in her eye. The schlick as each inch was extracted from her pussy earned moans and groans from Jack. Each inch reminded the pair just how massive and heavy his cock was.

An authentic monster cock. No Quirk in the world could bless a man with such a thing. 

“Mm, or maybe this is a Quirk.”

Mirko never broke eye contact, never stopped smirking, until—pop! The last inch slipped out. Cum splattered across his thighs, with Mirko cooing. She climbed off the couch, standing on her knees and nestled between his legs.

Back arched, ass jutting out, thick globs of his yogurt baby batter rushed from her gaping cunt. As she did so, her hot breath tickled his ballsack. His cock, standing upright, refused to falter when such a babe was in its vicinity.

“This thing is built to cum and breed.” Another sexy lick of the lips. “I love it.”

One hand stroked his shaft lovingly, marvelling at its size and rigidness. Then, without warning, she lowered it and tipped over to her mouth, taking him in.

Jack hissed as her warm mouth enveloped him, her soft lips sliding down his length. Her tongue swirled and flicked, teasing the sensitive underside of his cock. Her fingers wrapped around the base, stroking in time with her sucks, ensuring every inch of him felt the pleasure.

Monster or not, a slutty insatiably top Pro-Hero that gave amazing could render any man into a puddle.

Mirko's eyes, usually so playful, now smouldered with lust. She went past the glans and took one-half of his cock. The tightness of her throat reverberated through Jack's shaft, sending pleasure sparking through his nerve endings. Jack grabbed her long rabbit ear, tugging on it weakly.

“Fuck, fuck…!”

Thirty seconds of licking, sucking, and bobbing back to the tip. Thirty seconds of jerking him from the base of his cock. Thirty seconds of heaven.

His hips thrusting gently, unable to lie still beneath her supremely slutty technique.

“F-fuck! Fuuuck! I can't take much more, Mirko," he groaned. 

Her mouth split from tip of his footlong schlong, smirking with saliva bubbling. “Mm, shho fast.” Mirko slurred. 

"Your mouth is magic."

“Mm.” 

The saliva and cock were swallowed all at once. His hips bucked up but there was hardly anything to move with.

Mirko had swallowed all twelve inches, after all.

She looked cute with her mouth full of his cock, red eyes staring up and waiting.

Jack whimpered. His tugs on her long ears became even more pathetic.

Smirking, she reeled back, unveiling that white cock. All those inches, all that pride, and she was undoing it like a tower of blocks.

“Mirko…! Nngh, I'm so close…!’

Hearing the pleas of the once arrogant male, Mirko only redoubled her efforts, taking him down to base with each stroke. Her hands roamed his thighs and then his balls, scratching lightly, igniting new sensations that had him trembling with need. 

All those inches—swallowed.

His balls—pleasured in ways they had never been.

There was nothing he could do here. 

Then, with a final, throaty growl, crying out her name, he released a second load. Spurt, spurt, spuuurt! Spurt, spurt, spurt! Half a dozen shots of cum erupted and more was to come. Two dozen, three dozen—

“Mmmphhh!”

Mirko swallowed like the bad bitch she was. Cum coated her throat and spilled from her lips. She didn't give up. She was balls-deep already.

Quitting was not an option, so she swallowed till the end.

Mirko savoured the taste of him, licking and swallowing every drop. She knew her work was done when Jack slumped back, his eyes closed, a satisfied smile on his lips.

His massive white cock had lost its rigidity, wilting to two-thirds of its full twelve inches. Despite its softened state, the sheer volume of his shaft remained imposing, still far larger than average. 

Mirko licked her lips. She wasn't ready to let him go just yet.

With strength that belied her delicate frame, Mirko grabbed Jack's waist and heaved his heavyweight body and carried him to her nearby bed. It was huge, fit for a queen, and she intended to use every inch of it to continue her domination.

Jack was too out of it to resist and retrieve his pride.

She tossed him onto the bed. Thwap! That fat cock slapped his abs and flung between his legs, half-soft. Mirko was a predator and Jack was the prey. She positioned herself above him, her legs astride his narrow hips. Jack looked up at her, his eyes hooded, his breath coming in short gasps.

“Wakey, wakey~!”

Semi flaccid or not, this was still by far the biggest cock she had ever taken. The brown slut grabbed the white beast and squatted down his cock, her pussy snug around his thickness. She threw her head back, her rabbit ears flopping cutely as she arched her back.

Her cunt tightened and at once his cock hardened.

“Gah! There it is!”

She squatted down hard. No gentle built-up, only straight fucking.

CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! 

Arms behind her, she laughed between moans, eyes rolled back. Her back arched as she squatted and pushed her leg muscles.

“This is what I trained for!” Mirko exhaled loudly. “For this cock! For this amazing fucking cock!”

Her eyes were closed in concentration as she focused on the pleasure, extracting every ounce of satisfaction from their joining. Jack's hands gripped her thighs, his thumbs stroking the sensitive skin. He watched her ride him, his own thigh muscles as strained as his balls.

“Mirko…”

Bounce, bounce, bounce. His brain was further fried by her hypnotising, bouncing tits.

Mirko's breasts, full and voluptuous, bounced with each thrust. Her eyes opened, and she looked down at Jack, a challenge in her gaze. She smirked and quickened her pace, her hips moving faster, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! 

She went harder, faster. There was no room other than to feel the heights of sex; to push her limits, amuse herself, and give in to her rabbit instincts.

Walk like a rabbit and talk like a rabbit means you act and fuck like a rabbit.

The saying was too accurate.

"Fuuuuuck, Jack! Your cock feels so good inside me.” Mirko squatted down on his white cock without restraint. She was smirking and enjoying herself, dominating with that thicc ass and those muscles legs. "But I want more. I need more. So come on! Fuck me!”

“Didn't think t-that this is…nngh!”

The struggle was too great.

Without waiting for him to finish, she leaned forward, bracing her hands on his chest. His lips came close to his face, her back arching. 

Then, she raised her ass, slipped away from his cock, then turned.

Oh fuck. 

Slam! Slam, slam, slam! 

CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! 

Her ass, round and taut, lifted till the tip of his dick and hammered down on him reverse cowgirl. This new position provided fresh angles for his cock to delve deeper; or more accurately, fresh angles to fuck Jack with. 

“Yes, yes, yes, yessshhh~! There it is! Mmppph~! I can already feel myself cumming!”

Desperate and eager, Jack grabbed that fat ass of hers, only to still be overwhelmed. She worked that booty too fast. He couldn’t keep up.

No bullshit, no exhaustion from prior exercises or challenges.

This was the ass-clapping might of Mirko the Rabbit Hero; of the strongest female hero in Japan.

This was her in heat.

Jack Skull's monster cock was outclassed.

With a wild cry, she unleashed her inner animal, her hips moving in a frenzied blur. Slam, slam, slam! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!

Jack groaned, his eyes rolling back as he felt her tighten around him. He could feel his control slipping; this bunny was exploiting his weakness for her pleasure. But he didn't care; the sensations were too good, and he found himself on the brink once more.

"CUMMING~! CUMMING~! CUMMING!”

Her own orgasm sent him spiraling over the edge. Jack's body arched off the bed, his cock pulsating as it spewed its seed. Mirko screamed her release, their essences mixed and spilled, coating their joined bodies in slick satisfaction.

And yet—

CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! 

‘T-this bitch…!’

Mirko showed no signs of stopping. Jack, his body weakened but his ego stubborn, gritted his teeth and prepared for another round.

“You think you can beat me!?”

He drew in a breath and thrust! What did that do?

“Ha.” Mirko peered over her shoulder. I already am.”

Then slam! His next two thrusts were countered, the claps echoing.

He tried and tried and tried.

“Big white cock can't win? Ha! Looks like I overestimated you!”

The smirk on Mirko was forever seared into his face.

He did a double-thrust, and by some miracle, Mirko moaned and lost control.

On and on, they went, through the night and into the early hours of the morning. Mirko rode him relentlessly, her appetite for him insatiable. Jack regularly found himself at the mercy of this wild-haired, rabbit-eared seductress.

The double-thrust, the counter-thrust, the stand-and-fuck: Jack threw out everything in his arsenal and was met with an equal response every single time.

“Cummmiing! I'm cumming you white bastard!”

“You slutty rabbit! I'm gonna cum!”

So many times, they came. So many times, Jack came early.

“Come on, Jack! Pound my ass like you mean it!”

“Nggghhh!”

Imagine fucking Mirko doggy-style. Imagine losing despite the male-advantageous position, despite gripping her ass and just pounding away. Imagine being overwhelmed and struggling for air as she railed you.

Jack couldn’t believe it. He fought and fought, his pride on the line and his dick pushed to its limits. At one point, he nutted in twenty-two seconds, courtesy of a soul-sucking blowjob. It was impossible not to cum fast when his opponent was a rabbit goddess, when she was the best Japan had to offer. 

He had met his match. He had met a fellow alpha. Perhaps if he had not been so arrogant, victory could have tipped to his side.

But Jack refused to acknowledge that. He thought himself and his big white cock as the best. He thought the ebony rabbit a threat but by no means his equal. Never his equal.

The screams and moans echoing from the penthouse could be heard all throughout the building.

…

…

…

The penthouse was a mess. The couch was tossed over, cum and pussy juices were sprayed on the lights and the floor, and the bed was damn near in tears. Mirko had gripped it too tightly.

The positions, the change in pace, the number of creampies, and the absolute lack of breaks.

Morning settled in.

The end was in sight. The lewd sounds were all but gone.

Jack was unresponsive, eyes rolled back and mouth agape. His black t-shirtwas still on and half-torn.

“Phew.”

Mirko kept doing squats on his dick, kept draining him of his seed again and again. And eventually…

Pop!

It ended with his cock slipping out of her cum-carved pussy during reverse cowgirl. Thwack! The once heavy, mighty pulsating white cock smacked against his abs. Mirko stared at the wet, flaccid cock and the way it stayed glued to his hot body. Lean and arrogant, for once, there was nothing he could say.

For the first time in his life, Jack Skull's balls were squeezed dry. He was left defeated.

Satisfied and replete, Mirko stood up on her two feet, arms high in the air as she stretched. “Mmmm~!”

Her nude form glistened with a fine sheen of sweat and Jack's copious semen. On her face and breasts, it tainted her dark complexion well. She stretched languidly, her breasts swaying heavily with the motion, the cum leaking from her used pussy staining Jack's beige ballsack.

“Ah, that hit the spot," Mirko murmured to herself, a self-satisfied smirk playing on her lips. That massive flaccid cock belonged to a skeleton man now. She laughed at the sight. Even without muscle or energy, his cock still managed to look impressive.

She hopped off the bed and made her way to the kitchen. Her ass jiggled, her white puff tail twitching, and along the way, she kicked the couch back onto its four legs. She snagged a glass of ice-cold from the refrigerator, downing it in one gulp before rinsing out her mouth with a long, satisfying belch.

“Fucking hell, Jack knows how to drain a girl's cunt.” Mirko chuckled, running a hand through her mussed hair. There was a nearby towel and she used it to wipe herself down. Ass, tits, face, and pussylips, she wiped away the surface level.

But of course, the cum swimming inside her womb wouldn’t wipe away so easily. That would require a long, long shower. A shower she did not plan to take just yet.

Right now, Mirko wanted to savour the thick cum inside her. She wanted to walk while feeling this fullness. 

Mirko bounced over, ass jiggling, and picked up the penthouse-supplied landline phone near the couch. Still naked, she plopped down on the plush couch, her skin dewy with post-coital bliss. "Oi. It's Mirko. Can you send over some breakfast? Maybe pancakes, eggs, the works. And make sure they're extra fluffy - I've got a cravin' goin' on."

She paused to lick a stray dribble of cum from her pussylips, savouring the salty-sweet taste. "Oh, and make it snappy, will ya?”

She tossed the landline phone away, not bothering to end the call. The Rabbit Hero sighed, kicked her legs up on the table, and turned on the news.

In the background were the groans of a soul-sucked stud.

All in a day's work for the Rabbit Hero.