Boku No Hero Academia One Shots [Book 2]

Momo Yaoyorozu {Kingdom AU} - Lemon

Kinks: Asphyxiation, Humiliation, Tribadism.

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The villainous king sat regally in his golden throne, nose upturned and direction his sly gaze at the two prisoners below.

"Guards!" He yelled abruptly. "Throw the prisoners on the ground!"

Chainmail armour clinked as a small garrison of burly men moved forwards. Seizing your arms, they dragged you along the rough surface of the dungeon's floor. The beautiful, raven-maned delight beside you started to tremble. It couldn't have been because of the king's menace; he was actually rather comical, with a tiny build and dark purple, ball-shaped hair. You had always acknowledged her as the stronger half of your team, so the way her legs were shaking sent a cold chill down your spine. Slivers of slick began competing for purchase on her thighs. The king's expression grew darker, more lewd. Your eyes widened as panic set in. There was a guard stationed behind each of you, and the one near Momo shot his hand out, grabbing her by the neck. Reflexively, she gagged, flailing about in a futile effort to break free from her captor. You were frozen, shock and fear simultaneously penetrating your body.

"What are you doing?" You yelled, desperate to alleviate Momo's suffering. "Stop this at once, or so help me-!"

A dastardly chuckle abandoned the king's lips as he watched you, clearly amused. Your plight must have been hilarious to him, and with the snap of his fingers, that callous guard tightened his grip around Momo's neck. The painful choking erupted from her throat brought you to tears and stunned you to silence. You felt weak in the face of this authority. The two of you, being young females with no land or title, were prime meat for many of the vagabonds that patrolled the land. However, you had always managed to fend them off. Now though, you were completely vulnerable and at the mercy of this tyrannical king and his unruly guards. While you were consumed by this thought, you failed to notice the man behind yourself gradually moving closer.

"What will you do, girl?" The king sneered.

Before an answer revealed itself, a hand captured your throat. Your own hands rose, as you attempted to claw at his flesh. The man did nothing to show discomfort. In fact, he appeared to relish the attention. Droplets of white blotted your vision, and you glanced aside, seeing Momo in your peripheral, being lifted off the ground. She was seemingly in an even worse condition than you, with shards of saliva slipping down her chin. The hand clasped around your neck was stealing your consciousness. Hearing a light squeak and then a heavy thud, you realised that Momo had collapsed. Her figure was sprawled on the dungeon floor, although thankfully she was still alive. Her breathing was ragged, and her clothes dishevelled. With a startling clarity, you also absorbed another disturbing fact - she had been violated. It was difficult to distinguish between the white of your eyes and the sticky semen staining your companion's thighs, but you knew it was there, and that terrified you.

As you thrashed and attempted to scream, ready to decimate these tyrants for doing something so outrageous to someone you held so dear, you felt a cold hand caress your thigh. You didn't stop moving, trying to escape, but nothing was working, and your vision was becoming blurrier by the second. Any minute now, you would be in the same state as Momo, except hopefully not quite so wet. She was sopping, shaking from the draft wafting in from the open door. Anyone could saunter in and gaze upon this embarrassing, horrifying nightmare. Although, you felt certain that nobody here would help you, nobody would care if you screamed a thousand curses into the moon. With the stars as your witnesses, you would proclaim just how wronged you had been. Momo needed immediate attention, otherwise you feared for her safety. If you passed out now, from lack of oxygen, would she still be in front of you when you woke? You didn't even want to consider the possibility of losing sight of her. You had always harboured feelings - far stronger than you probably should have - for the ebony-eyed girl. She had been violated. That disgusting-looking semen, one of the guard's juices, trickled down her abdomen, settling on the floor as a puddle. She was lying in it. In the worst case scenario, she would never be able to scrub it off her body. That was likely the objective. These horrendous 'royals', or whatever they were (villains, you affirmed) wanted someone to manipulate.

The hand curled around your thigh, squeezing it, then travelling upwards. Unlike Momo, you often wore a shirt-skirt combo, so it was ridiculously easy for some weirdo to take advantage of you. If they got close enough. The guard latched on to your womanhood, now throbbing uncontrollably. Was this how Momo had felt, when her captor had his way with her? Slowly, the grip around your neck loosened, to give your lungs a little more air. Forcibly, callous fingers were pushed against the fabric of your panties, as if they were itching to reveal what was concealed underneath. He was touching all your sensitive spots in one fell swoop, melting your mind until all you could think about were those fingers.

They were big, masculine and so very pleasurable. He must have been experienced, bringing many wandering girls in to fulfil his lewdest desires. You wouldn't have been surprised if he suddenly whipped out a massive sex toy, or torture item, and asked you to coat it in saliva before sheathing it deep inside you. However, all you heard was the rustling of clothes. Soon enough, something had been inserted into your awaiting hole, but it was fleshy and felt wonderful. The tingly sensation your brain received sent you into overdrive. Sounds that you didn't even know you were capable of filled the room. You bounced up and down on this enormous, divine thing. It was so amazing, you could have worshipped it. A white load was injected into your womb, and the last thing you remembered was hitting the hard ground.

When you awoke, there were around five or six individuals surrounding you. Groggily, you looked down, and became appalled. Momo was lying atop you, one leg in between yours, and you were connected by more than just your skin; there was a familiar fluid dripping on to your belly and chest. The two of you were stark naked. Alarm bells rang in your head - for this semen to be so fresh, you must have been raped again. Laughter echoed around the walls, and you heard a low grunt from Momo. She was starting to wake. Her dark, unshaven pubic hair was brushing against your womanhood, tickling it. You were forced to stifle a moan.

"You were so sexy," One guard began, a predatory gaze in his eyes. 

"moaning and begging for me. Do you know how many times I shot my load into your wanton hole? You were asking for it, begging me to give you a child. Well, you might get one."

Blanching, you tried to formulate a response, but were cut short. You realised too late that you couldn't move. There were no obvious bindings, no chains, rope - nothing, yet you were paralysed. Momo apparently had the same problem, however she could at least sit up. When she was fully conscious, she looked at you, but remained silent. That was when the king decided to speak.

He coughed, royally. "Entertain us, whores."

The men beside him laughed, joining in with the insult-slinging. "We've had our fun with you cum-dumpsters, now we want to see you fuck each other like animals. You horny harlots only know how to satisfy men, but your technique needs improving."

"You." One of the men seized Momo's rear. "Move like this, so she can really feel it. This will get her sopping wet."

He then began directing Momo's body, thrusting it forwards and pressing it against yours, to mimic the male role. While this was happening, the man licked his lips, and lowered his head. He trailed his tongue along Momo's posterior, making sure to find the light between her thighs. She moaned and slumped against you, which in turn caused a ripple effect, and had you moaning excessively. You could feel her skin, so very close, but you couldn't touch her. Furthermore, someone else was having his way with her, treating her like an object to be used at his disposal, whenever he needed a quick release. The longer this went on for, the more dirty, derogatory nicknames were slung. You were repeatedly called a "cumslut", and shamed for your 'promiscuous' behaviour.

Sure enough, your womanhood soon became a waterfall. 

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