Sheltered? Wasn't See One Of This World's Heroes Who Signed Up For This However? Maybe She Did So To

Sheltered? Wasn't see one of this world's heroes who signed up for this however? Maybe she did so to get outta her shell.

Still he'd accept her kiss and her challenge. Now with two sets of tits on him, he'd move rougher and faster. Using his tail to bring them both in closer as he'd fuck those this like there was no tomorrow. At first it was sloppy, diving in-between the cleavage, and accidently brushing against a nipple or two. The' he'd sandwich his cock in-between them and push with more passion.

Momo squealed, as if having another mini orgasm as she let him use her tits like some kind of sex toy.

Pyrrha chuckled and stood to kiss him, whispering to him. "She's VERY sheltered. I don't think she's even masturbated before. So break her in hard, trust me." She got on her knees with a wink to help him into the now 4 fat tits.

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Training, training is all he ever does since he unlocked new levels of his semblance- summoners usually had their summon powers and that was it, his mother's creature had a sniper attached to it's horn leading to it developing mostly gun based powers. But rarely some of the Ashford family would get powers along with their abilities.

Lance could make portals to other realms, but with a couple caveats. One was the process of being pulled to different worlds was rough, turbulence was strong in the between areas. " Hold strong Falcor!" Lance called out pinned to the back of his summon.

And two, he can't leave the realm without the things he brought with him.

Flying through the air, once he arrived in another world, it was like all of a sudden them were hit by canons. Spiraling out of control Falcor spun above what looked like a city, more primitive than he was used to. But in the process, he dropped his sword.

"Crap!" But they flew too far away to get it.

Two weeks later.

There she was, Yellowjacket. His weapon, on a poster for a fighting tournament, something he couldn't do on his own. He thought for a moment, before finally coming to the conclusion.

"We should hire someone." Ironic the merc hiring a merc, but where to start?

If she looked to his back, the symbol of a sea turtle with a city on it, the founder of the Ashford name and then she'd look towards the sword and see the very same symbol.

He'd wait till she notice his tail before turning towards her.

"No, I'm looking to reclaim what's mine!" Looking her up and down, he'd have an idea, she looked more capable than most of the rabble around, with a stroke of his chin he'd nod to himself. "My fair lady, you look the capable fighter- perhaps I can commission you for aid in getting back a family heirloom wrongfully stolen from me?" making it sound slightly more important would spark any interest.

He'd hoped he wasn't engaging with a rival, but maybe he could sweeten the deal. "I can also spare you room and board, I will pay for everything, as long as that weapon isn't in the wrong hands!" He saw videos of it, literally being banged with hammers and winced in pain, his baby!

❛  okay,  corinne,  i’m  heading  out.  ❜  tote  bag  slung  over  your  shoulder,  you  head  out  of  the  building  of  your  main  job  :  one-eleven  magazine.  as  usual,  downtown  los  angeles  was  always  hustle  and  bustle,  a  nightmare  for  those  who  wanted  to  stroll  and  not  keep  up  with  the  crowd.  sipping  your  smoothie,  you  look  at  one  of  the  billboards,  one  brow  arched  at  the  content  :  WIN  THE  SWORD  OF  A  LIFETIME,  BECOME  A  CHAMPION.

❛  what  the  .  .  .?  ❜  head  turning  left  and  right,  you  cross  the  street  to  now  find  the  same  announcement  in  the  form  of  a  poster  in  various  windows.  perhaps  the  pedestrians  assumed  this  was  some  type  of  nerd-centric  game  or  just  didn’t  care  to  look,  but  you  couldn’t  help  but  investigate.  heels  clicked  against  the  sidewalk  briefly,  coming  to  a  stop  when  you  noticed  someone  else  was  looking  at  the  poster.  

❛  are  you  looking  to  actually  join?  ❜  you  didn’t  intend  to  startle  the  individual  but  were  genuinely  curious.

As always Nikos mouth was spectacular- it was a marvel he was able to convince her she loved her cocks black from then on. And now the same would apply for this Momo heroine. Placing a firm hand on the top of her head he'd try to remain composed.

"You are apart of this festival are you not? So you are willing to sire my children." He felt odd doing this, the kid would be powerful, a quirk and a semblance, they would be legendary. He'd look down at her with his one unhaired impeded eye. "Bend over, both of you." Time to also claim this Nikos as his and only his. Not that her all female team JNRP didn't already belong to him.

Pyrrha expertly maneuvered her lips down, taking Momo with her, until they were both kissing his cock tip. Momo moaned as the taste filled her mouth, hips jumping as if begging for attention. Pyrrha winked up at him.

"I stand on him with no issue while he flies, you'll see- Falcor fly upside down." He'd tease before the third eye would gaze at the two, and almost as if gravity increased on them both, They'd be almost pinned suctioned to the beast before.

FWOOSH!

The giant beast would spin and go higher and higher, with Lance standing on him, similar to surfing, he'd let the wing blow his hair, basking in the breeze. Then as if controlling the bird, he'd squat a bit, and Falcor would get closer to the waves, close enough for them to touch. Lance would take Yang's flesh hand, and slowly glide it towards the waves, letting her in his palm feel the sea water. "You're a natural!" He'd call out with a smirk.

Yang held onto Falcor with a tight grip as she tried to surpress her urge to scream. "This is definitely the unsafest way of flying! I hope you have a plan in case I fall!"

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