Chapter 1 - The Sisters of Spades

Notes - All characters in this story are the age of 18 or above. This means that if a character happens to be under this age in the show canonically, in this story they are to be depicted as an adult version of them. I do not want to nor wish to condone sexual intercourse with minors. 


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Tags- Interracial, Creampie, Gangbang, Anal Sex, Impregnation, Mindbreak. -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------


Tatsumaki, the Tornado of Terror, one of the strongest heroes on the planet, a beautiful and petite woman that shouldn’t be judged based off of her appearances, a terrifying power that very well could destroy everything in her sight on a whim. The S-class Hero takes her work very seriously, and does everything in her power to uphold her reputation. An impenetrable force, with no grave weaknesses, except one. The only soft spot she had in this world was her younger sister, Fubuki. If there was anything that she enjoyed in this hectic world, it was spending time together, on the off-chances that their jam packed schedules were both free amidst their strenuous hero labor. Tatsumaki always looked forward to it, a bright spot during her busy life. 


Strangely, it's been some time since they’d last been together. Tatsumaki wasn’t the type to admit such embarrassing feelings like missing her dear little sister, but she truly was troubled by the fact that Fubuki hasn’t been responsive as of late. Over the course of the past few months when they did meet up, Fubuki would always claim that she was exhausted, or an excuse that something came up abruptly at the last minute. Their meetings were short lived, only together sporadically as this type of odd behavior seemed to be trending. It reached a point where Fubuki would outright become silent with a few words exchanged here and there, like there was something that was always on her mind that she wouldn’t speak about. If Tatsumaki knew something well, it was her own sister. Something was amiss, it wasn’t her regular behavior, filled with conviction as her elder sister instincts kicked in, concerned for the baby sister that she protected as a kid through thick and thin and seeing her mature into the gorgeous woman she was now, she was still overly protective of Fubuki. Admittedly, she had been feeling a bit lonely too, Tatsumaki didn’t make any friends, or talk to anyone outside of work. 


“Fubuki… I must find out what’s happened to you!…” thought Tatsumaki, deciding that it was finally time that she cast her pride aside and worked on discovering the roots of her sister's problems. 


An entire hour passed, after repeated phone calls, unanswered text messages, and even a visit to her empty home, Tatsumaki eventually received a response from Fubuki, who was admittedly panicked until the notification popped up on her screen which contained no extra words except for an address attached, and with a quick message telling Tatsumaki to meet her there tonight. 


“That girl!... Does she know how much trouble she’s causing me? Hmph! Where does she get off treating me like such a stranger?” pouted Tatsumaki, who didn’t argue simply because all that she wanted to do was to have a face to face conversation with her beloved sibling. They had no parents, no relatives, only each other, it was imperative that they stayed close. 


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At a shady warehouse-sized building…


“Greeting, Miss Tatsumaki.” 


The formal greeting came from various members of the Blizzard Group’s staff, who served as Fubuki’s entourage and followed her everywhere she went, appearing like a Queen. 


“Is my sister here?” asked Tatsumaki, snappy and quick to the point, never wanting to waste a breath on people that didn’t interest her. 


“Yes, she’s inside. Miss Fubuki has been waiting for your arrival.” 


Recently, the Blizzard Group has been recruiting new members to the faction. They were supposedly tasked for protection as well as expanding foreign influence. Tatsumaki didn’t know the members by name, but even she could tell the shift in the roster. They’ve been replacing the weaker male members that used to be Fubuki’s bodyguards entirely, and relegating the ones that were previously considered strong to lesser roles. Fubuki had been seen with flanked imposing men, in Japan she was considered a tall woman, and yet these new men completely eclipsed her. Specifically, the one that had always been seen directly behind her, who Tatsumaki presumed was probably the new second-in-command considering his attendance and positional duties. 


Tatsumaki herself has heard about the physical prowess of these foreign black men. It was a popular topic with the influx of citizens and heroes coming into the country from overseas. There was one time during their recent meetups where Tatsumaki questioned Fubuki on her preference towards hiring black men to the Blizzard Group, and she nonchalantly remarked on the intrigue of their fertile build. Even the shortest and leanest ones she’d raved about, noting that they were all quite the specimen. The comment stunned Tatsumaki, such a vulgar comment wasn’t usual for Fubuki, who despite her dazzling looks and generously proportioned figure, didn’t seem to be the type to fool around with men, striving to become stronger to protect herself to ease some of the stress on big sister that she’d looked up to since she was a little kid. 


“Fertile?...” muttered Tatsumaki.


“Yes! Have you heard that women that have been getting into mixed relationships are known to turn out extremely sexually satisfied! It’s also been said that they always produce healthy offspring. Lily even admits that she finds them quite charming!” 


The petite green-haired babe was the last person to engage in any type of sexual conversations with, having had no history of a boyfriend, or even a crush for that matter. Fubuki’s talk about black men and her innocent boasting about their sexual prowess left her face flushed redder than a tomato, and it was rare to make her blush out of embarrassment, an expression that she wouldn’t even want to show her own sister. Tatsumaki, who was now faced with several more dark-skinned men that had seemed to make up the vast majority of the Blizzard Group, did acknowledge that they looked significantly more physically useful than the Japanese men that were previously working under Fubuki. She’d never been the type to care for relationships with men in general, and she definitely had no experience or even an opinion on what type of men that she’d found attractive. It wasn’t a secret that Tatsumaki was an extremely confident woman, prideful in the fact that she was the strongest lady in the world, and a close second only to Blast, the number one ranked Hero. That was an undisputed fact, and as such she believed that no man would ever be truly worthy of not only herself, but her sister. Knowing Fubuki, Tatsumaki was sure that the reasoning behind her interest in black men was for some sort of scientific observation, always making whatever necessary changes based on analytical research and facts. 


There were probably a dozen intimidating looking black men towering over her, but of course, Tatsumaki wasn’t intimidated in the slightest. There was no reason to be, and although they responded to her questions, none of them had already moved to guide her to where her sister supposedly was.


“Bring me to where Fubuki is, right now.” demanded Tatsumaki, her patience running thin as she placed her hand on her hip and stuck it out to the side. 


The large group scattered and made way for their boss, the one who was appointed as Blizzard’s second-in-command, his physical stature and dominating presence were definitely on a different level from the rest. His skin color was like that of dark chocolate, an indomitable physique with bulging, massive muscles, all while standing so much taller than Tatsumaki that she had to tilt her head back to see his face. It was the closest resemblance to Dark Shine that she’d ever seen, a remarkable feat concerning that he was a rare breed and had a respectable rank amongst his peers at the Hero Association. 


“I apologize for our rudeness, I assure you that Fubuki is completely safe, and she’s in especially good company, too. Allow me to do the honors of showing you the way.” offered the humongous black man, he was like a giant compared to the rest, perhaps standing around six feet and seven inches tall. 


“Hmph.” huffed Tatsumaki, flipping her bangs away from her face and storming in front of him with her confident, womanly stride that she was known for. Despite her petite size and her slender frame, Tatsumaki wore a form-fitting skintight black dress that accentuated her posture, showing off her full hips and with the four high-cut leg slits that exposed her shapely, long womanly legs. Although unaware of her allure, Tatsumaki constantly turns the heads of gutless men that would never pray for the day that she’d noticed their perverse gaze, and yet they couldn’t keep their eyes from being drawn towards her amazing ass, a portion of the underside of her supple butt sticking out from the slits that were always lifted by the wind, even with the risk of their lives on the line. 


The black boss's long tongue rolled out of his mouth to hungrily trace around his lips as he allowed her to pass him, his eyes staring at the slight jiggle of her buttocks with every step. It was like Tatsumaki enjoyed torturing men with her enticing body, and yet she didn’t care for them in the slightest, simply wearing what was most comfortable, unbothered by the breeze of air that she’d felt on her womanly legs and backside. 


“What is Fubuki doing in a place like this, anyways? I don’t see how anything remotely useful can be accomplished here.” thought Tatsumaki, scanning the venue which was that of a club, with bright lights and blaring music playing in the background, but the place was strangely empty. There were tables, strip poles, and the place was riddled with black spade symbols everywhere, on the walls, on the tables, it was impossible to ignore. Oblivious to what this symbol means, and not even curious whatsoever, Tatsumaki was directed to another area.


“Miss Tatsumaki, please allow me to escort you towards the VIP section.” 


Tatsumaki didn’t respond, an air surrounding her that seemed to reject any and everyone that dared approach. The other blizzard group members admired Tatsumaki’s beauty and desirable figure from afar, but they didn’t dare come close like their courageous, unphased boss was now. He didn’t walk beside her like they were equals, or in front as if he were superior, but he trailed her closely, standing back far enough to ogle her as there were no images or video that could fully capture the Tornado’s captivating looks. 


“Right this way.” 


“...”


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After having the door to a conspicuous room opened for her, with the large giant stepping aside for Tatsumaki to enter before him, she strode her way inside in a rush to see Fubuki. The harrowing sight that awaited her was something Tatsumaki couldn’t have imagined in her wildest dreams. Her cool-beauty, most precious younger sister in the most undignified state possible. Tatsumaki’s expression was that of disbelief, stunned from the breathtaking spectacle before her. Fubuki’s fat bust bounced up and down as she was riding a black man, everyone in the room except Tatsumaki was completely naked from head to toe, not a shred of clothing on their bodies. She felt a different moisture in the room, a profound musk that flare her nostrils, Fubuki wasn’t engaging in sexual intercourse with a single man, but multiple. They all shared the same commonality, the fact that they were all foreign men, and black. Her hands were occupied with stroking two massive cocks that were aimed towards her face, Tatsumaki couldn’t even recognize her own blood sister, the only family that she had left in the world, the euphoric expression she wore didn’t even seem like it could belong to the same person. 


From the sidelines, there were even more hung black men, and even with Tatsumaki’s lack of knowledge regarding regular penis sizes, she could infer that they were all big, and they were masturbating themselves furiously waiting for their turn. Tatsumaki could hardly process the scene, everyone seemed crazed on something, as if they were all intoxicated, but the only thing they were high on was lust. 


“…”


“Blizzard…” muttered Tatsumaki weakly, still struggling to find the reason behind Fubuki’s elated state. 


“Ahnn!~ Oohhh! Yesss!” she moaned, her voice echoing off the walls. 


“Fubuki!” yelped Tatsumaki, her voice coming out louder and stronger after a second take, trying to get her attention and ensuring her sister's well-being. A puzzling situation, Tatsumaki wanted to suspect that these men were harming her, but it was painfully obvious that Fubuki didn’t seem to be resisting in the slightest. In her lust-drunken stupor, Fubuki failed to realize anyone barged inside. The voluptuous buxom alternated between taking long, hungry licks at the black pricks surrounding her face, to sucking them on like they were the most delicious meat on the planet, having developed a pallet solely for big black cocks. She slurped and choked on them, and Tatsumaki felt lightheaded from shock, witnessing her sister degrade herself and voluntarily take such a vile object in her mouth. The whole notion of blowjob contrasted with Tatsumaki’s views of men, detesting those that assume they are strong, the act of fellatio to Tatsumaki was a sign of submission, one that acknowledged one’s inferiority to another. She stood there silently, frozen and at a loss for words, until Fubuki eventually noticed her from her peripheral vision, plopping a fat member out of her lips with her face lighting up with excitement. 


“Big Sister! You’re here! Do you see this? Look at how huge these men are! There aren’t any bigger or better cocks in the world, especially not here! I was a fool to hide my love for BBC, it’s incredible! Have you ever seen so many cocks this big, Big Sister? They taste unbelievable too! I want to share the joy of being used by them.” praised Fubuki, smacking the spit-covered dark dicks against her cheek and outstretched tongue, bouncing on the lap of a hard dick speared inside of her tight, busty body. 


Tatsumaki refused to believe this was reality. Perplexed by Fubuki’s words and her shameful state, her confusion and bewilderment shifted towards resentment and anger towards the tall black leader looming behind her, and the crowd of men for doing such provocative, lewd things to her. There was no viable or reasonable explanation for this development, it had to be brainwashing, Tatsumaki declined any other notion that it was even a possibility. Cracking her fingers, the fearsome prodigy esper was on the verge of leveling this whole building in a blind fury, stopping after coming to the realization that it would put Fubuki’s safety in jeopardy, as well as crushing her hero faction, effectively ruining her status amongst the Heroes. Given her history of being charged with damages from having trouble controlling her own strength, Tatsumaki understood that it was unlikely in her current state of mind to successfully diffuse the situation with her psychokinesis powers. Sensing her unease and the bloodlust radiating off of the short stacked babe, the second boss of the group stepped in before things potentially got messy. 


“I assure you that Fubuki is completely in control of her decisions, and that this is something that she genuinely wants for herself.” he explained, holding his cellphone out in front of Tatsumaki to see. Before she could even lash out at him for lying with her sharp tongue, a video played in front of her which recaptured her attention. It was recorded from the point of view of the black man that Fubuki was giving a wet, sloppy paizuri to. The location appeared to have taken place in a love hotel, and Tatsumaki felt a delicious chill down her spine from staring into the light green eyes of her sister that appeared to be staring right back at her, but in reality she was eyeing down the face of the black man she was thirstily devouring. Tatsumaki shuddered from the sight of the slab of darkness being squeezed by the bountiful breasts of her sister, if there was ever anything that Tatsumaki felt defeated by or inferior to Fubuki, it was most definitely her gigantic bosoms that were perfectly wrapped around the girthy object, sucking on the hard tip that was placed directly in front of her soft lips.


“Mmn~... Mmmnhmmm~...” 


Soft, sensuous moans could be heard escaping from Fubuki’s lips, as the camera panned off to the other corner of the room where the source of louder, more tumultuous moans came from. Revealing for a few seconds what appeared to be Lily lying on her back being stuffed by a different black man, the way he was savagely thrusting into her was astonishing. Tatsumaki’s lips quivered but she didn’t speak, nor did she avert her gaze, it was supposed to be something unsightly, and Tatsumaki realized a disturbing fact that if she were shown the same video with any type of man that wasn’t black, she might’ve glanced away. And yet, she continued watching. The camera returned to Fubuki as Tatsumaki heard a vehement groan blare through the speakers, Fubuki’s squishy tits received her treat that was blown all over the top of her glossy cleavage, and dousing her lovely face in his gooey spunk. 


“Aaahhnngghhh! Yeeessss! I love your cum!~” screamed Fubuki through her orgasm, not through the video, but from the live display that Tatsumaki was receiving in front of her. The black bull filling her pussy up while the two massive dicks she was blowing splattered her face in real-time, turning Tatsumaki’s attention away from the video towards the copulation happening before her. 


“Fubuki… Wake up! This isn’t you… Something must’ve been done to you!” complained Tatsumaki, trying to reason with her sister who had been led astray and was acting foolishly. Fubuki used to always listen to Tatsumaki, as her reliable elder sister, there weren’t many times where she’d disobey her, always trusting her word especially knowing how scary she could be. It was unprecedented that Fubuki would outright ignore her, not even paying any mind to her words as Fubuki beckoned to a few other awaiting black men lined up at the other side of the room.


“T-That’s!... That’s so dirty! What if you get pregnant, Sister?!...” gasped Tatsumaki, trembling at the possibility of her sister potentially bearing a child by this complete stranger of a man.


“You, come breed me. It’s your turn now. Make sure that you finish pouring every drop of it inside of me!” pleaded Fubuki, spreading her legs wide apart like the total black cock nymphomaniac slut that she was, only taking a few seconds before she was mounted on, with her legs hanging in the air.


“Another one?!... One wasn’t enough, Sister?... Ah, h-his penis is enormous! Doesn’t that hurt? How are you taking that with such a happy look on your face… Is this someone’s power?! At this rate, you will definitely become pregnant!...” 


“F-Fubuki… Sister… You’re not thinking straight!...” exclaimed Tatsumaki, her fists clenched in a ball as she watched the debauchery unfold in front of her, with no stopping in sight. There was no room for argument, Fubuki wouldn’t listen to a single word that she’d said. Not a single person in the world could possibly get in Fubuki’s conquest to become black-bred. 


“I-I am a blacked snowbunny! There’s nothing else that matters more than thick black cocks and filling up my naughty pussy with their superior seed!~” screamed Fubuki in high-spirits, mating pressed as one of her black members took the honors of breeding her with a black baby like she’d requested. 


Tatsumaki felt her mouth turn dry and her legs shake subconsciously, horrified by the sight of her sister’s thick white ass and thighs being clapped and jiggling profusely by the dark men abusing her pristine body with their genitals. Tatsumaki hardly realized that the sight of the pistoning and glistening black cocks, the pure pungent stench of cum and the heat of the room, the virile masculinity that was present had already started to weakening the sexually repressed woman’s resolve. The dainty woman had never been in a surrounding of something so visceral, so sexual and depraved. She wasn’t a stranger to muscular sweaty men in the Hero Associating, having spent some time around types such as Dark Shine and Tanktop Master, but this was different. The whole time that she bore witness, Tatsumaki felt but didn’t understand the sensations of her female instincts beginning to arouse. Contrary to her youthful appearance, Tatsumaki was a mature woman, hovering the age of 28 to 29 years old.  It would’ve been more unlikely that she’d never once experienced arousal in her entire life, but it was truthfully the very first time, nothing had ever affected her to this extent. She was rattled, no longer infuriated as her emotions of rage had been stifled. Exposed to such a salacious atmosphere, she’d lost control over her own body. Tatsumaki felt her core tightening, her breath ragged with inexplicable excitement, her cheeks a rosy red as her body temperature rose amidst these confusing feelings, sweat dripping down her forehead as the room felt like a sauna, the hottest in the building. 


“…”


Whether it was influenced by the sight of their primal nature, or her overprotective sister instincts overriding her logical train of thought, or perhaps a perverse result of mixing both, Tatsumaki contemplates taking Fubuki’s place to spare her. Surely, the Tornado of Terror, the undefeated prodigy, the strongest woman in the world wouldn’t buckle under this trifle, a measly farce that couldn’t affect the strongest woman in the world like it would the others. 


“Yes… And after that, I can fix Fubuki when we sit down together and talk things through. I’ll convince her to reform the Blizzard Group, and return to her old ways. I’ll rid her of this contaminant for good.” thought Tatsumaki, a smile creeping on her face, tricking herself into believing that it was something that could be done for the greater good. Tatsumaki’s body paled in comparisons to Fubuki’s in terms of her overall size and bustiness, but she was confident, even without having ever once taken a penis inside of her, that she wouldn’t crumble from the mere insertion of a cock, no matter how big, or black it was. Tatsumaki exuded supreme confidence in herself and her abilities, that part of her character would never change. If she wasn’t powerful enough to bet everything on herself, how could she rest assured that Fubuki could stay out of harm's way? Her mind wandered to the thought of these virile men crowding her, suffocating her with their muscles, and pondering on what her vagina and butthole would feel like after offering her holes to these great, large cocks. Trembling slightly, not out of fear, but at some wicked exhilaration. Such a perverted thought was unnatural for slender beauty, it felt like her body was telling her something, that it craved something, no, it needed something. This something would ease the frustrations that she’d felt, it would answer all of her questions, her concerns. For some reason, her insides had felt so empty, like it was missing something crucial. A natural need for a woman, a desire that one shouldn’t be held in contempt for, a reasonable development incurred by the sordid sex acts of her sister. Her emerald green eyes have never stared at a mission with such undivided attention, watching the sturdy blackness work into her sister’s delighted pussy, hearing her squeal and beg for more. 


“Is black cock really something so… Amazing?” wondered Tatsumaki, based on what she’d seen, her sister's claims of superiority over other men seemed reasonable. The apparent difference in size was undeniable, that much was for certain. Tatsumaki had never discovered her preference for men, and she’d questioned if black men were her type, just like her sisters. 


As if he’d possessed the power to read minds, the muscular hunk that was the leader that was standing closely behind her spoke up to break their silence. He’d inched closer this entire time, and Tatsumaki barely noticed with the hectic ongoings happening. The gangbanging of Fubuki wasn’t a rare sight, the boss of the Blizzard’s black men was far more interested in the short vixen that entranced him by her commanding presence alone, and her tight, compact and surprisingly curvaceous figure to boot. 


“Miss Tatsumaki, would you like for me to show you the joys that Miss Fubuki is clearly reveling in, and wants to share with you? She’d invited you here to see this, and how happy she’s become. I’m sure she’s confident that you will love black cock, too.” he said, touching the small of her back, a contact that nobody would ever dare create on purpose if they knew of Tatsumaki. 


She should’ve felt repulsed by the hand placed on her back, but it felt so large and dominant. It wasn’t small and weak, the contrary of Tatsumaki’s values. She hated people that were useless, the individuals that were powerless and weak. Tatsumaki turned her head slightly, having half-registered his tempting words, eyeing down the face of the attractive, buff black man. Taking a closer look at his face, she had a positive impression on his looks, finding him quite handsome. The realization hit her like a truck, but she masterfully hid her blush, noticing that she did respond differently to black men. Perhaps there was some truth to Fubuki’s words, she mused. This man wasn’t as worthless as the others, that much was certain. They were standing so closely that she’d noticed his bodies heat against hers, his towering height had his shadow eclipsing her whole body. Tatsumaki crossed her arms, and looked him down from top to bottom, noticing his vascular features. He certainly was quite the masculine specimen, clearly a bodybuilder that trained on his body every single day, his dedication was admirable. 


“Hmm… Is that so?” questioned Tatsumaki, confidently. Unwavering in her pride, she remained positive that she wouldn’t lose herself, perhaps it was true that she’d found black guys to be hotter than other men, but she didn’t think that she would lose to them. Whatever losing in this scenario meant, Tatsumaki constantly challenged others without their knowledge, a product of her prideful personality. 


His focused gaze pierced her womanly body, those that claimed that she had the body of a little girl weren’t looking properly. The mouthwatering curves that her taut, revealing dress displayed stimulated his growing manhood through stares alone, standing behind her, he was able to fixate his longing gaze towards the object of his affection, if Fubuki’s tits were her greatest asset, Tatsumaki’s was her fantastic pale ass. He couldn’t wait to make this proud, bratty woman his cocksleeve, his penis twitched and aches at the thought of it. Fubuki and him had a long history of fucking, but even then he hadn’t felt such a connection with a different woman before. He wanted Tatsumaki, above all else. Their contrast in size, skin color, and her haughty attitude that felt impossible to tear down enticed him. Rubbing the back of her dress, at the area directly above the curvature of her butt, Tatsumaki jumped slightly but did nothing to move his hand. 


“Aahhnnghh! Oohnnngghhh! I loooveeee black coockkkk! Please give me more! I need it! I want it so badly!~ Keep fucking me with big black cocks! Big Sister, you have to try it!~ This is so important for me, for us! It feels like I’m drowning in heaven!!~” squealed Fubuki, pathetically begging for more as the group that surrounded her grew in numbers. 


That was the final straw. Tatsumaki needed to end this madness, the line had already been crossed ages ago, since before she’d even stepped into this room.


“Everyone, make sure to take Miss Fubuki back home safely after you’re all done. I’ll be taking care of Miss Tatsumaki for the time being.” he ordered the rest of them, intervening before Tatsumaki could speak up to put her plan into action. His huge palms slid over her back to hook around her waist securely, turning Tatsumaki away with such masculine force, taking her aback as nobody had ever dared to touch her in this manner. She couldn’t even snap at him, impressed by his courageousness, looking up at him as his underlings acknowledged his command, but nobody was intent on stopping anytime soon. With his hand rubbing her waist for a moment, he slowly nudged her forward as he walked, guiding the esper towards another room located down the hallway.


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There was only a giant bed as the furniture inside, black spade symbols printed over the walls. It all seemed to happen so quickly. It was almost as if all of the visuals, the scents, the lewd words from her sister's mouth hazed and eroded her guard. Tatsumaki didn’t feel sexually detached any longer, allowing herself to be brought to a private room being accompanied solely by an enormous black man. They didn’t yet utter any words, but Tatsumaki stood before the bed, staring at it, feeling the looming presence behind her. She didn’t even know what she was feeling, her mind clouded with thoughts. Fubuki’s erotic invitation left her stutter shocked, the promise in her hopeful words sounded reliable. 


“!!?”


“What?!” snapped Tatsumaki, pushed forward as she was bent over the bed, her arms sticking out to catch her fall and holding her up against the mattress, but her back had already arched and she felt a set of massive mitts grasp her by the slim sides. It was the first time since becoming a hero that anyone had the gall to treat her like this. 


His restraint had become paper thin, all that he could think about being in that room with Tatsumaki was that lovely, fuckable ass of hers. Tatsumaki herself didn’t realize the power that her round butt contained, lowering his groping hands with his breath hitching as he palmed her firm backside and kneading the cushiony flesh with his rugged hands. 


“Where do you think you’re touching me?! Ah… Unhand me!” protested Tatsumaki, making his heart stop for a moment as he braced himself in preparation for the unexpected. Fubuki and Tatsumaki were similar in some ways, and as such, he trusted his judgment of her character by making the assumption that Tatsumaki, even if she’d never vocally admitted it, had become intrigued with black cock. His theory was put to the test, she could’ve easily blown him away with her powers, and yet she didn’t. His burly hands were massaging the pert butt in circles, his thumbs purposefully sliding across the underside of her squishy bum that wasn’t covered by one of her dress’ slits. The flesh felt supremely soft as he flicked his finger up, and in circular motions he fondled the mass of assmeat to his heart's content. Having his way with, surging with adrenaline that allowed him to overcome any fear for his life, his straining erection began to burst through the zipper of his trousers, already becoming slightly undone because of the beast growing behind that package of his. 


“Tatsumaki, your sexy, tight snow-white ass is prime BBC material, just like your sister Fubuki’s cowtits are.” he growled, his voice hoarse and deep, talking to her in a different tone than the professional one he’d assumed earlier. No longer putting up a front for his job, and acting purely on his horniness, praising Tatsumaki as he couldn’t take his hands away from her delectable rear, his fingers sinking into the doughy meat. It was a weird concept to believe that her ass belonged to a specific type of man, but Tatsumaki’s pussy lips clenched slightly at the mention of it. Filling her head with thoughts, wondering if it were true that her tight butt was compatible only with black cock. 


“It must be in your genes to be drawn towards black men. We’re a match made in heaven!” he expressed, spending a few more seconds cupping a feel of her jello-like rear, before manhandling her wide, breeding hips and humping her clothed buttocks. He grunted his teeth at the plush contact that caressed the outline of his rough cock, grinding his bulge up and down as it moved in tandem of his movements, Tatsumaki gasped audibly in amazement, feeling how ridiculously huge and rock-hard his growing erection was. It was a reactive response to grind her hips against his crotch, smushing her butt flat against his clothed manhood as she rubbed downwards and heard him groan. Tatsumaki was perceptive when the time called for it, but she was clueless to her effect on men, underestimating her ability to seduce. She’d gotten a rise out of his reaction, and tested by leaning forward slightly before bumping back against his hardness, yet again eliciting a pleasured sound from his lips. Her butt wasn’t the largest, but it was flawless, literal perfection with the proportions of her body. Its shape, the firmness, the soft squish of the skin, the pert size worked wonderfully in tandem together. 


“Agghh…” he grunted, holding his hips still with his crotch planted against her, never expecting Tatsumaki to take the initiative as she rolled her hips, making his eyes open wide as he pressed closer towards her, bending her back more seductively with an attractive arch to it, massaging his front with her uber soft backside, grounding her hips and sensuously wiping her butt in circles around his bulge. He closed his eyes as if he were enjoying a delicacy, Tatsumaki aggressively slamming her curvaceous butt against him, catching his guard slipping when he nearly moaned, feeling Tatsumaki shake her jiggling ass against him. The surge of blood rushing to his member was fascinating, it astounded Tatsumaki that he didn’t seem to stop growing longer and harder.


“Oh, do you really like my butt that much?” asked Tatsumaki in a mocking manner, having never felt the joy of tormenting a man with her teasing body. He didn’t like how Tatsumaki had flipped the tables on him, a man that purely dominated in bed. Tatsumaki shook slightly when she felt cold air brush against her suddenly exposed rear, lifting her flimsy, silky dress upwards for more access, the man gawked at the monumental sight of Tatsumaki’s prodigious, white bubble butt with a skin pinching black thong that was hardly visible disappearing into her snug asscrack. Tatsumaki generally wasn’t the type to overreact to praise, expecting compliments because in her eyes she was perfect, however there was something ignited inside of her after being told that her white, marshmallow curvaceous globes were made for big black cock. She didn’t dare look behind her, keeping her eyes forward, chin tucked in with her head tilted downwards, lowering her front against the mattress but hiking her fine ass up in the air. Tatsumaki could tell from his silence that he was literally in awe over heavenly buttcheeks, having never seen anything more stimulating in his life. If admiring it wasn’t enough, the black brawny stud almost felt overwhelmed with anticipation after Tatsumaki backed up into his groin, the piercing tent pitched in his pants pushed up and aimed towards his abdomen, wiggling her thong-clad ass from side to side in tantalizing fashion, the bare naked buttmeat left him painfully aroused as he received Tatsumaki’s tornado twerking with beaming glee, precum forming at the tip as her lewd, dirty dance moves rewarded her with the sound of his clasp and zipped being undone, the black anatomy that she’d been teasing nonstop plopped out and rested it’s throbbing heat against her naked rear. 


She’d been having her fun for far too long, Tatsumaki hadn’t realized the beast that she’d awakened. His black pike slapped against her bouncy bum a few times to smear his precum over her left cheek, before he gripped the pliable flesh and spread her cheeks apart, spearing the tight asscrack that barely was capable of smothering his gigantic pillar of manmeat in between it, hotdogging his superior anatomy as he pulled Tatsumaki in from her marvellous hips, dry humping her goddess-like booty like a feral animal at the peak of mating season, physically overpowering Tatsumaki as he fucked her clothed buttcrack and grinded along her barely covered anus. 


“He took out his?!-… I can’t see it, but I can feel it…” whimpered Tatsumaki, biting her bottom lip and then her finger as the sexually repressed woman had her usual rejecting fire extinguished. From the absurd girth, to the monstrous length, the dense weight, and finally to the exuberant heat, Tatsumaki felt the hypercock slide in between her buttcheeks. It was a peculiar feeling to shoved over onto the bed like this. Tatsumaki had never even made physical contact with anyone else close to the same amount that she did today, trusting nobody after her troubling childhood. Her eyes closed for an instant and she let out a soft moan, nothing remotely erotic had ever left her lips like that before, Tatsumaki marvelled at the black man’s empowering strength, clenching her buttocks around the driving manhood that relentlessly sawed in between her thirst-generation cheeks. 


“Fuck!… What a slutty fucking butt!” his booming voice could be heard cursing behind her, bumping Tatsumaki forward with the force packed behind his hips. Powerfully mashing his groin against her backside, Tatsumaki stopped thinking altogether as only glimpses of her primal, womanly instincts were left behind. It was supposed to only be the warm up before the real deal, out of the countless pussy that he’d drowned himself over the course of the years, having blacked so many of them, never had he felt this overwhelming pleasure, and he hadn’t even penetrated her yet. Tatsumaki was the perfect fuck, a prime candidate for BBC. Her hips twitched trying to keep up with his erratic movements, his thrusts intensifying in pace while Tatsumaki tried to match him by almost twerking her squishy, creamy buns with rapid up and down motions that felt like she’d stroked the veiny dark monstrosity lodged between her cushions. 


“I was right about you, this ass of yours and that pussy was built for black cock, Tatsumaki! Fuck!” he grunted, the tightness wrapping around him resembled that of a pussy.  The spongy softness caressing him and pulling him into a lustful stupor, her generously curvy sides caressed by his greedy hands, his mammoth palm striking her jiggling glory with a resounding spank that emitted a yelping moan from Tatsumaki’s lips. The act of having her ass slapped was life threatening risk to take, Tatsumaki wouldn’t have responded kindly if it weren’t for the pheromones starting to invade her brain, secretly loving the feeling of his thick darkness riding up along her skimpy thong, the front of her underwear becoming damp at her crotch area. His black cock seemed to have a life of its own, bobbing and pumping with arousal, and his increased heart rate. The mushroom head leaked his pre-ejaculation copiously, her curved globes wobbling as they masturbated his colossal prick in sexually provocative movements. There was no warning as he grinded her superb arse to completion, Tatsumaki throwing her micro-thong booty in serpentine motions, dealing the ending blow as her eyes snapped wide open out of her hazed trance when something warm and impossibly sticky splattered all over her round, pear-shaped butt. Tatsumaki’s flexed cheeks squeezed the life out of his dick as he thrusted upwards a final time and groped her fatty cheeks, short bounces of his hips with every ensuing spray of cum as he grunted like a madman, covering the sublime meat of her ass, smearing over her lower back, staining her black dress, with even a few drops reaching her hair. Tatsumaki gripped the blankets as she silently moaned, the sensation of his hard, cumming black cock that laid in the nest of her asscrack thrilled her unlike anything else. His virile jizz felt like heavy paste sticking onto her dress, pulling out and then unloading several times to cover each round balloon-like cheek of her curvy butt in it as he jerked himself off for the finale. 


Tatsumaki panted heavily as her pussy itched dangerously, feeling the urge to hump the bed to alleviate this foreign sensation developing in her core. Hardly given the time to regain her breath after momentarily coming down from her sexually aroused high, Tatsumaki was effortlessly picked up, turned around, and dropped back onto the bed where she’d bounced on the mattress. The fun sized slut felt a whirlwind of emotions as she landed on the back of her elbows, conflicted at the rough handling of her delicate body. 


“Hey! What do you think you’re?-...” scolded Tatsumaki, utterly silenced by the spectacle gracing her sight, the impeccable black cock that had been tantalizing her hormones this entire time stood out majestically from his groin. Over a foot long worth of inches of pure black steel jutted out proudly, veins running up and down the shaft, a milky white stream hanging out of the oozing slit with the beefy turgid head standing atop it like a sexy, black crown. Tatsumaki’s blushed crimson red from the pure cockshock that impacted her greatly, having never seen anything so hot, her loins tightening as her tiny pussy lips were already moist and raring for some action. He was the boss of the black blizzard’s for a reason, his monster black cock surpassed any of the erect organs that Tatsumaki laid her eyes upon in the sweaty room that Fubuki was currently being demolished in. Shuddering with sexual delight and a tinge of fear as the black spear was dropped directly over her crotch, covering over it entirely and spanning far enough to reach her flat belly. Tatsumaki almost felt drowsy with lightheadedness, gulping audibly as her eyes widened at the ebony beast that looked ready to break her in half. With the pressure mounting, Tatsumaki struggled to spit out the words of denial that she would surely regret in the future. After spending her whole life avoiding others, it was only natural that she was still feeling uncertain, her mind and libido were kicking into overdrive, but her stubborn attitude prevented her from openly pleading for her desires. Even if she knew deep down, that Tatsumaki ardently craved this man’s big black cock. The term and the notion couldn’t escape her mind with how she was constantly reminded of its superiority at the hands of Fubuki, and the evidence of it rubbing against her soft stomach afterwards. 


After receiving the sexiest buttjob known to mankind, neither his engorged, bulging black truncheon or himself wanted to waste any further time getting down to handling business. Unbuttoning his shirt and throwing it to the ground, his big dark charcoal body rippled in its darkness, flexing slightly as he carried around his massive bulk with every step. Tatsumaki wouldn’t leave this room without taking her first black cock, vowing to do whatever it took. His lively fuckrod still pulsated with unparalleled energy, even after cumming a fat load he was already lurching intensely. The heavy object slapped down against the front of her wet thong, his fingers peeling them to the side and exposing her divine, dampened pussy. Her cute pussy lips looked juicy as her pale skin was glistening with juices of excited arousal, her labia quivering as the big meat rested against her folds. Tatsumaki admired his frighteningly gargantuan member, staring at it with glazed eyes, shivering with delight as her body acknowledged black men as her equal. They made eye contact with Tatsumaki’s emerald eyes consumed with lust, passionate, slow breaths as her chest heaved up and down, the thick atmosphere was intoxicating. 


“Wai!-~ OOOOOOOHHHNNNNNGGGHHHHHH!~” shrieked Tatsumaki, eyes immediately retreating to the back of her skull as he guttural sound escaped her throat, the mattress indented with his knees shifting underneath her creamy legs, it took him only a couple of seconds to position themselves in a mating press with Tatsumaki’s plunging pale folds barely capable of stretching far enough to suck his sturdy thickness deep. The taut muscles of her pussy was just elastic enough to spread apart for the black pillaging invader, Tatsumaki felt every muscle in her body flex, immense pressure filling her expanding hole with the rippling searing heat sending electric shockwaves that jolted throughout her entire body, cascading through her womanhood was foreign stimulating pleasure. Her tiny body was dwarfed by the exuberant proportions of his excessively hung cock alone, and with a fatal thrust her mind was blown by staggering ecstasy. Quickly adjusting from the pain as she hissed through her teeth, nearly blacking out as she threw her head back in wonder, the rigid blackness driving in and out of her sloppy cunt like a locomotive with a gradually quickening pace. Tatsumaki’s innate desire to be dominated by a worthy man was fulfilled, unable to gather her bearings as her mind's rationale completely abandoned her brain. Her hips buckled from his fervent thrusts, bouncing up and down on the creaking, springy mattress. Tatsumaki’s suctioning, slick vaginal walls clung to the brick-like hardness, the dense heavy shaft lifting her slightly off the bed when he’d retracted his lips only to slide his full length back inside of her fabulous taut muscles. 


“S-slowly!~… G-Gghh!~ Hhnnghhh! Ooohhngghhhh! S-Shit!~” cursed Tatsumaki, her vision shaking because of the endless rutting of her quivering body, twitching as her legs flailed with the large black man leaning over her, suffocating the slim, petite babe with his hardened muscles. The enormous dangling dark pouch of his testicles created a taboo chorus of lovemaking from the sounds of his sack slapping against her lily rear, the linear driven vicious thrusts pushing the entirety of his huge shaft inside of her, flopping noises echoing in the room as he vehemently pumped his member enthusiastically within her sopping canal. Tatsumaki’s whining moans sounded so womanly as she gasped for air that was being repeatedly knocked out of her lungs, she bucked and throbbed as delirious howling moans escaped her. Tatsumaki had severely underestimated the capability of black men, only looking at their potential, she failed to recognize how studded they were already. They weren’t just physically powerful, but they were extremely virile and superior studs. Tatsumaki's sore pussy felt like it was going to tear apart and break, being crunched in half, whining as she couldn’t muster any intelligible words through her nonsensical babbling. A devastatingly rough plowing that left her clenching, convulsing pussy recklessly squirting and coated the dark pole of meat white with her essence. All that Tatsumaki could see was his black, sweaty and chiseled body hovering over her, the small woman appearing minuscule while pinned beneath him. Her tight-fitting dress exposed her erect nipples that were pointy with the tips turgid like diamonds, the animalistic collision of their genitals resulted in a pool of Tatsumaki’s unhindered squirting, the glorious black cock utterly destroying her entire world, toes curling with her legs lifted in the air, gently tearing up with drool trickling down her lips as she gawked and screamed, shaking her head in disbelief with the grunting dark skinned man twisting his hips in circles with his dominant tool of virility sunk completely inside of her. 


His raspy grunts sent delicious chills down Tatsumaki’s spine as her slimy vaginal tunnels felt glued towards his burly shaft, melting him within her molten heat, the velvety sensation of her goddess-esque pussy was astounding. Tatsumaki let out silent gasps with her jaw hanging wide after a pair of unrestrained slams that sheathed all thirteen inches, the airtight connection of their conjoined crotches eliciting slutty noises of sexual, airy pops from her squelching, audibly flooded channel. The barrage of thrusts from the exhilarated man left Tatsumaki’s teeth clattering as her head bobbed profusely, having never felt a better or tighter squeeze around his fuckstick, not even Fubuki’s pussy had a similar grip to it. Tatsumaki’s maidenhood was stolen away from her, conceding it to only the manliest of men, black cock was the rightful owner of her inflamed pussy folds. 


“You like that black cock, Tatsumaki?! You’re no different than Fubuki, just a nasty, black cock loving whore!” he yelled while pumped with adrenaline, possessively clutching around her tiny neck that his fingers easily wrapped over with his left hand, her smooth legs shaking and kicking out erratically as her senses were completely thrown out of whack, the choking sensation piling on other intense, salacious euphoria that released while she was smashed flat against the mattress. 


WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!


The wreaking havoc of his terrific pace left Tatsumaki a moaning mess, experiencing difficulties from even distinguishing from her right to left as her brain felt scattered, glancing down towards her abused mound with the rampaging advances of his black bulky fuckmeat sinking into uncharted depths, somewhere deep in her stomach as he hit every spot inside of Tatsumaki’s vaginal cavity including the sweet ones, leaving the impression that something bulging was reaching the lower ends of her belly. Tatsumaki’s fingernails scraped against whatever they could possibly hold onto, bracing herself from the impact by holding onto his strong biceps and forearms, whimpering with a vulnerable high-pitched squeal that was uncharacteristic for the pompous broad. Never would she have ever allowed herself to sound the way she did, lurid moans escaping her as the enormous bed supporting the weight of their interracial mating session still hardly seemed large at all with his indomitable size and muscular definition. Tatsumaki seemed to mouth something in her lust-stricken trance, her voice coming out empty as her eyes slammed shut and she grasped his arms and drove up along the mattress, panting like the bitch in heat that she was. 


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How much time had passed? That was a question that neither of them particularly had the answer to. Everything seemed to happen in the blink of an eye, but it very realistically could have taken much longer than that. Tatsumaki was trembling by the end of that black cockfucking session, depleted of breath, her mouth watering for some inexplicable reason, thick potent cum was spilling out of her in succeeding bursts, staining the bedsheets underneath them, with Tatsumaki’s arm draped across her face in an attempt to cover it, to hide herself from the shame of her actions, teeth clenched, toes curled, and her hips twitching upwards in search of refilling that empty void in her stimulated genitals again. By the time that she’d regained control of her senses, Tatsumaki slumped over on her back and inhaled heavily trying to recuperate, a powerful hero that she was, sexual stamina wasn’t her forte. The extremely broad frame of his muscular, gigantic back was what Tatsumaki could see while he sat at the edge of the bed.


“Oh, you finally awake? Your pussy was so tight, were you a virgin?” he asked, chuckling as he finished a glass of water and smacked it down against the counter. 


Tatsumaki was huffing and puffing, clad in a shower of sweat with her lower lips inflamed with a beautiful shade of bright pink. She was giving him the silent treatment, not yet prepared to concede with her sanity on the brink of crumbling. 


“Haaa…. Haaaa….” wheezed Tatsumaki, holding her navel area and rubbing it softly, feeling all sorts of aches and throbs scattered throughout her sore body. 


“Your first time was already with black cock, huh?” How was it? You loved it, didn’t you? You were so wet, and you didn’t want to let me go.” he said in a coaxing, teasing tone, rubbing her supple thighs with his rugged hands. 


“…”


Tatsumaki couldn’t deny a single one of his claims, after the expressive reactions that she had, and the violent rippling orgasm that she’d succumbed to, there was no believable lie that Tatsumaki could come up with. In their duel of sexes, she’d suffered a total loss. The ever strong, conceited woman had never looked so meek. 


“Tell me, Tatsumaki. You seemed so out of it. I thought that the 2nd ranked Hero would be capable of withstanding this huge cock of mine. What would you think if I told you that I wasn’t even going all-out? I was trying to avoid hurting you, so I decided to be a little gentle, Fubuki would be upset at me if I were to have harmed that delicate, little pussy of yours in anyway.” he boasted confidently, turning around with his muscles flexing, his undying pulsating erection standing up like a tower of manmeat. Tatsumaki flinched slightly and gasped at the miraculous sight before her, staring at the engorged appendage in awe, the fact that it remained so lively and daunting after all of the semen that was extracted and held within her quivering, leaking vagina was remarkable. He was goading her into wanting more, wishing to put the decision in her hands whether or not they continued. Tatsumaki felt like she’d just gotten fucked within an inch of her life, and yet he promised that still wasn’t his peak performance. The green-haired stunner lifted her disheveled dress higher up her body, caressing her flat stomach with her hands feeling viscous nut swimming inside of it. The virile hunk wanted to break the strongest female Hero in the world, a proud woman that any mere man couldn’t approach, only the exceptional ones could. Tatsumaki held her elbow, scared of herself, feeling that she was becoming an unrecognizable person in such a short span of time. If the Tatsumaki from yesterday saw the room and the immoral things that she’d done just now, surely she would’ve fainted out of pure shock. Her answer didn’t come out promptly, in her usual state of mind, a swift rejection that also warranted him death. A part of Tatsumaki wanted to be dominated like this, she could hardly move a muscle through it all, rocked back and forth by his black slippery snake that totally reformed her perception of the word “pleasure”.


“A-Again…”


“Hmm?”


“I‘ll give you permission to do it again, so hurry! That’s the last time I’m saying this! You certainly got ahead of yourself and started mouthing off crazy things just now! Do not forget who I am. If you say anything funny again, I swear I’ll-“ snapped Tatsumaki, a bashful side that stemmed from her lack of authority in this bedroom, accustomed to everyone and anyone listening to her every demand, not only was he the only man that had ever triumphed over her in anything, but the only person too. Tatsumaki yelped when he scooped her up in his arms in an instant, all he wanted to hear was for her to request his services again, it was glaringly obvious just how badly she needed sexual release. His impeccable strength and his insane stamina and libido left Tatsumaki marveling at this sexy, gigantic stud. If this was a common feat of most black men, then Tatsumaki acknowledged them as superior, admitting to herself that this man’s gifted cock turned her on more than anything else. 


The S-class rated hero was well aware of the dangers that came with unprotected sex, having never considered indulging in such vile acts, it never seemed like a problem that she’d encounter. What was supposed to be revolting, an activity that she’d never been interested in, happened to become one of the most surreal experiences in her whole life, if not the best. It was painful at first, but once the sharp pain subsided and she settled in, Tatsumaki came uncontrollably hard from the wrecking of her virgin, untainted hole. Now, she seemed disinterested in protection, a stray thought while she was being lifted in the air concurred a questionable conclusion in her mind. 


“If I just use my powers, I could probably prevent becoming pregnant! I don’t see why I couldn’t-… And well, he let out a lot inside of me. It feels so warm and gooey…” 


What she didn’t account for was how her body responded to the filthy, copious creampie. Her tiny, demure frame that hadn’t been properly stimulated for years couldn't abandon the greatest feeling it’d felt in her entire existence. Instinctively reacting violently to a black man’s virility, a severely lacking factor that Tatsumaki didn’t find in any other unsuitable partners until today. With a quick snap of the fingers, the room walls abruptly turned into mirrors, surrounding them with their reflection. Tatsumaki’s height and weight were so tiny compared to most women, it was a simple task to carry her in the air as she latched onto the black lover that had fucked her raw into several mindboggling orgasms. Her shapely legs were locked around his hips in sexual contortion, her arms draped past his thick neck and holding onto his built figure. Tatsumaki’s heart sank from seeing the erotic contrast of their skin color in the mirror, tilting her head down to avoid staring at the humiliating sight, resting her forehead against his bulky shoulders. Entrusting her unrestrained libido to him, grunting gutturally as her teeth grinded together upon impaling herself on his impeccable manhood. A bulge slightly protruded on her stomach as Tatsumaki had a disgruntled look on her face trying to fit every single pillaging inch of his black stake. 


“Nngnghhh! Oooogggghhhh!” mewled Tatsumaki as her legs straightened out, his sizable hands palming the perky roundness of her delicious asscheeks carrying her in a suspended congress. Bottoming his dark schlong out within her adapting, misshapen orifice that had completely formed into the perfect onahole for the mighty black man to milk the formidable seed out of his anatomy. The gravid orbs within his oversized sack dangling with the rapid bursts that Tatsumaki received, scratching and clawing at his defined back, intoxicated by the exotic scent of the macho man’s sweat, her surprised moans sounding sweet like a cat purring, literal music to his ears as she whined and hardly was able to hump her engorged clit against his hard pubic bone, grinding her insides to completion as she nearly sobbed gently, Tatsumaki’s praise coming out during her wanton moans and writhing, rubbing her cheek against his sweat dripping form. With his thick dark fingers digging into her pillowy cheeks, incessant monumental thrusts left Tatsumaki’s skinny, model-like figure bounce to the tune of his hips. An unsightly climax taking control of her body, spitting through her gawking mouth in sexual frustration, alleviating herself of years of pent-up stress and her inability to cum without the presence of the most colossally proportioned phallus she’d ever see. 


“Ooohhnngghh G-Godddd! A-Ahh!~ Aaahhhnnnn! C-Cuhming! Hnngh!” squealed Tatsumaki, squirming as his ferocious iron rod worked her magnificent womanhood like an unstoppable piston, shifting his grip from her comfortable bottom to hold her by her breeding hips, allowing her white bubble bum to jiggle freely and intensely over his dark dick, her seeping juices splashing out of her dripping wetness. Tatsumaki’s dense cream gushed out of her copiously, her silky smooth bottom bouncing like jello. The detonating waves of ecstasy was unbearable as Tatsumaki lacked the presence of mind to deal with it, her teeth showing and lightly biting down around his neck with her lips suckling on his rough skin, her slick tongue lapping at the wound she’d inflicted as her body naturally responded through their passionate breeding.


“Mmm. She’s falling. It’s not long until Tatsumaki will be completely finished. Not even a woman like her could resist it. At the end of the day, she’s a slut just like Fubuki.” he thought, thinking of ways to rattle Tatsumaki, the tight lock that she had around his waist was secure enough for her not to slip as she dearly wanted her womb kissed by his dark javelin. His ravenous hands sliding up along her back, roughly palming the back of her head like a basketball, separating with just enough space between their faces that their lips and noses were brushing together. Feeling Tatsumaki’s hot breath as her lascivious cries persisted, dropping her weight down and twerking on that grand, fat cock. It seemed silly to think that he was capable of doing anything to conquer her further, but there was a different set of lips that he was dead set on claiming for himself for the purpose of owning all of Tatsumaki’s firsts. He didn’t mind that Fubuki was a woman to be shared, her lust for black cock exceeded that of any other Queen of Spade that he’d ever met. Tatsumaki was a prized treasure that he wanted to keep selfishly all to himself, having always preferred ass over tits, and even with Fubuki’s voluptuous dump truck, Tatsumaki’s godly cheeks were undoubtedly the best. 


Her pride alone couldn’t conceal the boisterous, gratifying screams of pleasure to escape her mouth. The only thing that possibly could was his thick, wet lips that rubbed over her slim, glossy lips. Tatsumaki’s eyes went wide when he smashed their mouths together in a violent, tongue-twisting kiss. There was nothing romantic or intimate about the forceful tonguing whatsoever, deeply shoving his long oral muscle into her saliva generating mouth. Tatsumaki gagged followed by a slew of muffled moans vibrating from their mouths as her sweet, smaller tongue was rudely dominated by his. Angling his head while Tatsumaki swallowed his tongue, her heart beating so loudly that she could almost hear it pounding in her chest. She tasted phenomenal and he didn’t relent on his rough mouth-slurping make out session, drinking her spit as his emphatic thrusts flung upwards in scintillating speeds, her hips used as leverage as he stroked in and out of her grasping, succulent cunt. The ratio between the number of times that Tatsumaki lost herself and soared to heaven during her compelling squirting showers compared to the number of ejaculations that she’d squeezed out of him was asinine. Tatsumaki grasped the back of his head and pulled him closer towards their spit-swapping lips, the utterly manly beating that her cunt received left her voice high-pitched, squealing like a little girl. His larger, juicier lips sealed Tatsumaki’s with his hot muscle tenting a bulge within her inner cheek as it wiggled around, the formerly innocent maiden never knew that a simple kiss could become so vulgar. Hormonal instincts igniting her core as Tatsumaki valiantly attempted to fuck herself on his spectacular black organ, drool spilling out of their mouths as she allowed herself to become defiled. 


“Mmnnuahhh! Hhuaaahnn! Mmmnmpph! Mmmm!~ Mmmmm!~ ❤️❤️❤️” lovingly moaned the blacked hero, who was always respected and inspiring citizens and peers alike, none of them knew her true nature, clueless to the severity of her newly acquired addiction. Tatsumaki’s eyes went cross-eyed in extravagant fashion with the dangerously stimulating orgasm that she succumbed to exacerbated by the unannounced explosion of black baby batter spurting within the mouth of her sponge-like womb that voluntarily consumed his fertile seed. It splashed everywhere within her backed-up, sopping cleft which caused Tatsumaki to enter a near concussive state where her mouth sucked hard on his long tongue, hips coming to a screeching halt as she was lifted and fucked like a rag doll, head thrashing violently as he went primal finishing off his third ejaculation of the night, and with many more to come. The distance he had to lean downwards to accommodate for their vast difference in height almost made it uncomfortable to continue the tongue-twirling, savage kissing. Finishing himself by lifting the thoroughly blacked, super thin woman off of his hulking black dick with an equally slimy plop from both Tatsumaki’s sore lower and upper lips as he simultaneously extracted himself from her destroyed pussy and her salivating, watering mouth. Their nasty blend of mating juices flowed out of Tatsumaki’s gaping hole like a waterfall, the blood pumping through the veins of his boner remaining as it sprung free and straightened out perpendicularly, Tatsumaki hissing through her teeth as she shuddered while pouring out the excess cum from her swollen snatch. 


“Uuuunnnghhh!!!” grunted Tatsumaki, sweat dripping down her forehead with a shiny sheen on her back, having never exerted herself physically to this extent, and it didn’t seem like there would be any stoppage in the action soon. Yelling loudly when not even given a chance to speak, whether she would’ve complimented him, made a snarky remark, or denied the truth, Tatsumaki couldn’t even breathe when she was tossed up in the air and spun around in an instant, the skilled and macho man catching her by the thighs. Tatsumaki never reached this high off the ground unless she was floating with her powers, and from this position there was no hiding her face, or avoiding looking at herself clearly through the tens of dozens of mirrors on the wall. With her size and minuscule stature she knew that she was light, but the way he was completely manhandling her was what drove her female instincts wild. The thought of using her powers hadn’t even dawned in her mind, any time that Tatsumaki even happened to wonder about a way to fight back against his bullish clutches, or out of fear that she would need to escape this black hole that she was falling deep into before it was too late, Tatsumaki being the sexually-repressed woman that she is, always ends up revering the prowess of this alpha male. Time and time again, it happens. There were only a few occasions of her mind functioning properly, whenever she wasn’t being drilled to a messy pulp, otherwise it was shut off or clouded by the invasion of her overpowering pheromones, there was no aphrodisiac or drug needed to bring out the best out of Tatsumaki’s sex drive, just this man’s mammoth black cock. 


“It’s happening again!~…” excitedly thought Tatsumaki, both the amazement and the panic soaking in as was the seed in her glorping womb, his built arms snaking their way further underneath her creamy legs, folding her already tiny body in half, and locking both of his calloused hands around her nape in a compromising hold. 


“He’s going to take me and fuck me as hard as he can with that enormous black cock again! T-This isn’t befitting of an S-class Rank Hero… Instead of saving lives, here I am getting pounded by this man’s thick, long, hard, and sexy black cock! Aahnn! What are you thinking, Tornado?! I think I’m losing my mind.” 


Tatsumaki’s heart skipped a beat in a trance of awe once more when she’d been forcibly aimed towards the wall of mirrors, no room for her head to turn, witnessing the spectacle that was now her ridiculous, disgraceful state. The critical blow lands when Tatsumaki’s eyes veered down towards valiantly expanded length rising and hardening greater than ever. Her love and infatuation for black men has ballooned to uncontrollable proportions, every fine detail contributing to turning her on, from his body odor, to the darkness of his skin, and the superiority of his genetics, Tatsumaki couldn’t escape from it. 


“It’s coming… I can feel it. The heat… The aura… There’s already so much cum spewing from it again…” observed Tatsumaki, the texture of his precum was even thicker than string, seeing it dangle from the tip. Male heroes were undeniably strong, but this was a breeding chosen to mate with. 


“!!!!!”


Tatsumaki was going to lose count of the numbers of times he was going to leave her mindfucked from the piercing of her highly penetrable quim, her guts being rearranged from being unable to endure the pummeling thrusts of his thirteen-inch ladykiller as he yet once again held back somehow even with Tatsumaki nearing the point of unconsciousness. All coherent thoughts and her core personality trait being her pride as a hero was fucked out of her, eyes rolling constantly with the whites of her eyeballs replacing her pupils momentarily, mouth drooling thick streams of spit, she was barely able to recognize the woman in the mirror as herself. 


“It was so easy to break you, whore. Your sister was right from the very beginning.” he remarked, biting his bottom lip as he mustered every ounce of his insane strength behind hammering her vulnerable cunt. Tatsumaki’s pink tongue hung from out of her mouth as she spasmed with whatever space her muscles were left to operate with, the clenching, air-tight full nelson prevented Tatsumaki from doing anything but accept her fate as his new onahole. Her sole reason for existing in this moment was to receive his seed, and her breedable, fertile body wanted it more than she could’ve ever imagined. Not even her motivation as a hero amounted to her innate desire to become black bred. Tatsumaki couldn’t even disagree with his cold hearted words, unaffected by them because of the high levels of dopamine she felt, ankles dangling as the ballistic thrusts left his grapefruit sized testicles clapping against her sweaty skin, at a tremendous pace as her insides were completely shaped to a perfect fit for the hottest cock in the world, preparing itself for its use for the foreseeable future. 


“Gghhhh! Fuuuuucccccckkkk! Take all of that shit! God damn slut!!” he let out a primal growl as he dished out a combination of flurry-like thrusts with the tempestuous pace knocking the living daylights out of the ever so fuckable Tatsumaki. His goal from the moment he laid his eyes upon her sublime figure was to ensure that she was blacked, and he’d accomplished that with excellent results after depositing her stomach with the third consecutive filling of black cum again. His minute-long ejaculation blasting her overfilled, devouring womb as Tatsumaki was left with the most overjoyed, and fucked silly expression on her face during her last waking moments of the night.


None of Fubuki’s words were a lie, but the unequivocal truth. She knew her younger sister better than she knew herself. Tatsumaki’s silent screech with her muscles contracting for a moment before flailing loosely in the air was an enigmatic sight for anyone that knew the Tornado of Terror. The hero suffered defeat for the very first time, not at the hands of a villain, but from the unyielding lust and strength of an alpha male, from his indomitable virility, and his gargantuan tube of onyx that was dripping in her pussy cream. The cumdrunk hero was dropped onto the mattress, landing in an unrefined way, with her face down but her beautiful snow-white butt sticking out high in the air, and her head dangling over the bedside. The back of her dress was sticking to her porcelain skin and her disheveled hair with cum, imperfections and tears in her iconic dress from the aggressive cockfucking.


His deep voice reverberated off of the walls in the room, but Tatsumaki couldn’t croak out a response. What came before his question was the wet smacking sound of his big black hog plopping its heavy weight down onto her ecstasy stricken face, covering the entire side of it all the way from her head and down to her chin. 


“Same time tomorrow?”


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One week later…


Tatsumaki ended up coming back to him every single night. They were inseparable, even at work where she would act normally as the world-renowned Tornado of Terror, she would only degrade back to a blacked slut at the mere touch of her master. When they’d first run into each other again at the Headquarters, he snuck his large hands underneath her dress and groped Tatsumaki’s fine ass for minutes on end, driving her wild inside with desire. 


Halfway through the week-long marathon of fucking, she’d completely forgotten the whole reason this all happened in the first place. Admitting to herself that even her unbeatable power that was feared by all, was no match for the fertility of his man, and the seductive grip that he had over her. The true leader of Blizzard wasn’t Fubuki, or any of the other new recruits, it was him. He’d kept the salacious shorty all to himself, while the others were content in using the body of their supposed “leader” in Fubuki. This powerful man was not only the boss of his fellow workers, but the black master of Tatsumaki. He’s had his fill of Fubuki too many times to count, and would probably want to continue tasting her slutty cow tits every now and then, but his ultimate prize was the S-class Blacked Tornado with a god-tier ass that he couldn’t keep his hands, or cock off of. 


Matter of fact, those very same cheeks were getting clapped doggystyle. When her black owner bumped up against her arse with that dangling black cock of his, she couldn’t resist the temptation. She was told that her scrumptious, tasty round butt was liable to his use at any given time, anywhere, however he’d wanted it. Tatsumaki spent a lot of time sitting on his lap when they weren’t fucking, or more precisely smothering his bulge with her buttocks. Tatsumaki gave him lapdances to make him hard, and there needn’t be a reason or specific time where he’d just reel her in by the waist and dry hump her in the open. Now, she was currently positioned on a messy bed in their breeding nest like an animal, crawling on all fours, with her back arched faultlessly, trying to present her Master’s favorite cheeks like the naughty little temptress that she was. After destroying several copies of her hero outfit, Tatsumaki was now completely nude without any clothes concealing her immaculate body. It would only get in the way, and probably be soiled with the stench of his sperm in a short while anyways. If it weren’t being injected inside of her suctioning pussy lips, then he was covering her whole body in the droopy paint. 


Tatsumaki was still empty-headed for the most part but definitely had a bit more control over herself in comparison to their first night together, where she was a complete and total mess. 


“Yes, Master!~ Harder!~… Give it to me harder!~” mewled Tatsumaki, preposterous things that should never leave her mouth did without regret, bending over with her pale cushions being on the receiving end of harsh slaps with the back and front of his palms. Whipping his arm as he spanked both wobbling cheeks in rapid succession, Tatsumaki jumped with her sensitive white skin turning red, lunging back against his sturdy crotch to stroke his engorged manhood all the way to the base. The giant penis pounded her aching womb while causing her firm booty meat to ripple like waves, labored gasps leaving her lips as Tatsumaki still couldn’t ever keep composure. 


“Harder? Damn right I’ll give it to you! Take this, bitch. I’ve been dying to make this ass of yours bounce all day!” he roared, pushing and holding her down as the reaming commenced, Tatsumaki’s flat chest was pressed against the bedspread meanwhile her thicker ass was flattened against his demonstrative hips, making an example out of her to the other female group members of the Blizzard Group that occasionally caught glimpses of the two getting friendly. Tatsumaki was a shameless slut under his presence, her eyes constantly gazing at his junk when they were in public, even when he was standing behind her in close proximity she couldn’t help but stick her ass out and tease his groin, sneaking a preview of their late night escapades that carried out into the morning. Tatsumaki hadn’t slept in her own bed since, at least not by herself, they were fucking each other to sleep, and continuing when they woke up, into the afternoon. They couldn’t stop themselves, nor did they want to. Tatsumaki’s jiggly bum was made for black cock, and after all of their steamy sex sessions, her stamina had improved each time and they’d managed to fuck for even more prolonged times. Yet, no matter how much they smashed, Tatsumaki could never be a match to him when he’d gotten serious. Her newly tattooed asscheeks flashing that perfectly drawn Queen of Spades tattoo amplified his arousal unlike anything else before. She was marked with the black spade to symbolize who her curvy butt belonged to, and he was violating it like it was his rightful property, even donned with a black spade choker around her neck to further show Tatsumaki’s complete surrender. Her attire had changed drastically during their daily meetups, even strutting around wearing tight booty shorts paired with a white tank top with the bold lettered text “BLACKED” over them. Integrating herself perfectly as the hero sisters had both become nothing more than playthings for these foreign men.


Having started off loud and excitable with her vehement moans of encouragement, Tatsumaki quickly devolved to a cockdrunken mess after the blistering speeds that his crushing black cock cleaved into her throbbing gash with. Tatsumaki had once came from the act of spanking alone, and the punishment he was delivering upon her feathery, smooth cheeks had her in shambles. They knew each other's bodies like the back of their hand, sensing the others release as they didn’t even need to time it together because Tatsumaki would orgasm without fail every time her thirsty, sponge-like womb would soak up every droplet of seed as humanly possible. Of course, this was her fourth or fifth time cumming since he’d jammed her velvety walls with his junior, and oftentimes in quick succession, but whenever he’d finish inside of her it was always a torrent of spunk. Tatsumaki’s wailing moans echoed while she inevitably fell limp again, tumbling forward and conveniently straightening out for him while lying on her stomach. Mounting her depleted, recovering body and interrupted her recuperating process by knifing her puffy plump folds back open pushing into her phenomenal buttcheeks in her lifeless prone position, boning her by making them bounce and recoil from his downward fucking motions, jolting her senses back into overdrive as Tatsumaki’s eyes were alive with arousal, hearts replacing her pupils. 


“O-Ooh! O-Oh!”


“Gonna make sure you’re fucking pregnant, and that you carrying my kid in that tiny belly of yours. You’d like that, huh? You blacked-bred whore!” he grunted through his moans, his interracial fetish exacerbated ever since meeting Fubuki, there was nothing that he cherished more than being capable of turning any woman he pleased into his cockslave, exuding unmatched confidence that bordered on the line of arrogant cockiness.


The aggressive creaking of the mattress bouncing from the impact of his frenzied annihilation of her fleshy cake, pinning her beneath the suppressing weight of his exceptional physique. Tatsumaki’s clenching hole was the recipient of baby making blows that shoved the excess sperm into the nagging depths of her fertile womb, slamming hard against her cervix that sent explosive surges of pleasure throughout her core. Her overfilled vaginal cavern was soiled from the inside and out with thick virile seed, her well-proportioned ass was far too irresistible, failing to leave it alone after already having spent far over an hour plunging away at her from the back. A break was rare, but it was necessary for Tatsumaki alone who struggled staying awake even now, this time her muscles refusing to cooperate altogether, needing more than a breather before functioning once more. 

“Damn, that was hot as hell. Think you’re knocked up already?” he asked, caressing and cupping Tatsumaki’s lush, shapely bottom, rubbing his thumb across her gorgeous tattoo. Tatsumaki hummed lightly before raggedly gasping for oxygen. After receiving her obligatory break, he knew just how to flip Tatsumaki’s switch again, with her sitting up off the bed and sprawled on her knees, she’d come face to face with his black behemoth waiting in his stead. Tatsumaki’s eyes widened as she never failed to be fascinated by his bull cock, her mouth beginning to drool due to her voracious desires, her black master's unreal cock casting a shadow over her entire face. Even after numerous rounds of phenomenal sex, the immense veins pulsed, virile precum dripping off of it and smearing down her forehead, warm to the touch, slimy in texture, and producing a heavy, pungent scent. Tatsumaki shivered and closed her eyes, inhaling the fragrance through her nose, luring her in as her slippery maw wrapped over him past her pursed lips. 


“Mmmmnn~…”


“Yeah, you love that baby, don’t you? Love kissing that black cock?” he asked. 


“Yessss~…” hummed Tatsumaki gutturally, using the fool dangling from her lips to help lubricate her sloppy, passionate cock worship after sliding her warm, wet mouth over the intimidating ebony monster. The horny harlot sniffed the musky member that she dragged along her nostrils, needing both hands to barely wrap around the hilt, twisting them in circles as she repeatedly slapped the sweaty, steaming cock on her face over and over. Smacking across her forehead, slipping past her cheek, hitting her collarbone, pushing against her bottom lip and folding it backwards, Tatsumaki spat and licked all over it with her ambitious tongue. 


“Damn right, that’s my girl. I won’t ever let any other man touch ya no matter how much they beg. You belong to me, got it? That pussy, that tight ass, and these lips of yours too.” he crooned, sticking his meaty thumb into her melting mouth as Tatsumaki dutifully slurped on his digits, returning to lathering his whole shaft, the bulging peak, and all the way to his salty-tasting testicles with meticulous attention to detail with her soft tugging of his leathery skin. After covering him in an entire sheen of spit, Tatsumaki lifted her chin just above the smelly, helmet head. It wasn’t usual for Tatsumaki to ask for something, normally he was ticking off every single one of her needs without fail. 


“Please fuck my throat with that sexy black cock, Master!” pleaded Tatsumaki obediently, assuring that she wasn’t anyone else’s but his, not even bothering to pay any attention to mind to anyone man that wasn’t black, and if they were, her pussy still exclusively belonged to him. 


Taken aback by her demand, his smirk widened before he hooked her legs and swiftly whipped her around like the lightweight bitch that she was, forcing Tatsumaki into her back, head dangling upside down over the bed, a picture perfect replication from the same position she was in after their first night together, when he’d rudely slapped her pretty pale face with his masculine dick. Tatsumaki stretched her jaw as far out that it could possibly go, her surprisingly long tongue slithering out and stretching as it was flexed, only capable of seeing his fat black balls obscure her vision when he’d accepted the invitation to skull fuck her awaiting oral cavity with glee. 


“GLLLRRRK!~ SCCHLLRRCCHH!~ MMNNNPHHH!~ MMNNPPHHH!~”


Primal, spit gargling noises emitted from the tiny snow-skinned bitch in seconds, a harsh brutal thrust was all that was needed to shut her bratty mouth up in an instant. Her vocal cords worked to allow words to escape but they were prevented by the thick rod jamming within her warm canyon walls, coming out as incoherent humming, nonsensical, unintelligent babbling mixed in with euphoric cries of ecstasy. 


“HHNGGGGHH!~ HHNNGGHHHUUOOO!~ UNG!~ UNG!~”


The black beast submerged within her basking esophagus that bathed him in thick spittle and other oral secretions, a prominent bulge tracing along her neck as Tatsumaki’s cheeks turned rosy pink from having her airways blocked, eyes immediately red with exertion from the throaty humping, suffocating as her throat was plugged by his black beast. Great white frothy bubbles formed around the seal of her outstretched lips, Tatsumaki received her wish and splattered her cum all over the mattress, rummaging her fingers through her sopping clit, emitting the sloppiest, gurgling noises that nobody else would have ever imagined hearing from her as his swaying dark jewels smacked her forehead over and over leaving behind a trail of globby spittle, impaling her throat into a crazed orgasm. A pool of her spit slashed around his inner thighs and groin, gobbling down her meal and ingesting the inevitable flood of seminal fluid. 


His dark meat a blur from the terrific speeds that he flung onto her fucked-silly face, hearts in her eyes that rolled to the back of her skull at the apex of every thrust, his muscular buttocks clenching as he heaved back and forth with supreme speed. Undulating was the rest of Tatsumaki’s slender frame as distress signals was sent throughout her entire body, her instincts kicking in and believing that she was at danger of choking, that exhilarating feeling giving birth to profound feelings of sexual satisfaction. 


“Snap my choker!” was Tatsumaki’s lone sensible thought, her single-minded goal that was the motivation for the tarnishing oral fuck session, choking and retching like a woman possessed, a gargling sqwauk vibrating from the warm canyon walls of her gullets depths when her expanded throat forced the blacked choker to snap thanks to his magnificent proportions and performance. Tatsumaki’s elated emerald eyes turned crossed with the chunky sludge ejecting into her slobbering mouth. The end result of the minutes-long deluge was Tatsumaki being covered in filth and cum by the end of it, layers of saliva and jizz smearing her mouth and plopping down the rest of her slender bod. Hardly capable of recognizing her face from the spillages that covered over it, and while letting out manly grunts, the black stud stood over top of her and slapped the heavy weight of his girth down onto her face, wiping the sloppy seminal fluid to cover as much area around her pretty features as he could, defiling her completely. 




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“H-Huh?… What are you up to?” wondered Tatsumaki, wiping her soiled face with her forearm, still coughing and rubbing her neck in hopes of the pain subsiding. She found it odd that she was spending longer than a few seconds laying on the bed without being crushed into the mattress by that familiar black hulking frame that she’d loved more than anything.


“One second sweet cheeks.” he responded, setting up a tripod camera pointing towards the bed along with a projector facing towards the wall. With the setup complete, he walked over towards his precious little cumdump and lifted her off the bed, taking her seat and sitting her down on his lap, purposefully pressing her big butt against his lurching, ebony cockshaft that was stuck to his chiseled thigh. Tatsumaki grinded her naked butt against it, earning a pleased growl from his lips as he stroked her navel and lightly teased her tiny tits. 


“Not too much yet, baby. Any more and I can’t guarantee that you won’t end up with all these inches pushing into your ass.” whistling and letting out a sigh of relief as Tatsumaki pouted and raised her butt off of him to readjust his meat which seemed to point upwards covered the entirety of her crotch as usual. Tatsumaki’s hand was placed over his forearm in their embrace, casually rubbing her excited folds against him, breath getting hotter as she leaned her head back against his hardened pectoral muscles. Clicking the button on the remote placed on the mattress, a video played in front of them that the projector was displaying. A livestream feed of Fubuki getting passed around and fucked into like a piece of meat in her suite, the only light color in the crowd of black men hammering into her from all directions. The entire place was a ransacked mess, nobody had even bothered cleaning, and Fubuki looked “better” than ever before. She had never once stopped relishing in these gangbang, BBC buukakes and she was never going to. After all of these years, Tatsumaki looked at Fubuki with a calm fondness, truly becoming a proud sister that didn’t feel the instinctual need to protect Fubuki from the outside world, realizing that she’s found her peace. 


“I’m thankful, Fubuki.” thought Tatsumaki, who was grateful that she’d been blacked. A lifestyle that she’d never known that she needed, one that she couldn’t live without anymore. Because of Fubuki, she’d met a powerful, worthy mate to be bred by, and for that she would always be in her debt. Tatsumaki activated her psychic senses and confirmed her enthralling suspicions of inevitably becoming pregnant by the man’s incorrigible black cock, his all-powerful seed could never be denied, Tatsumaki and Fubuki’s ovaries were both fertilized, with the identity of the father that Fubuki would be birthing was still unknown. The two sisters that have been close-knitted since childhood will become mothers together, producing children that may even become greater heroes than their parents, pleased that their daughters or sons would possess superior genetics. 


“Ah, look! On her breasts.” commented Tatsumaki, beaming while pointing out the tattoo, noticing that they both had matching tattoos on their greatest assets, being Tatsumaki’s splendid asscheeks, and Fubuki’s located on her slutty supple fucktits. 


“God! I can’t take this shit anymore.” 


The voice of the ginormous man behind her made Tatsumaki tremble with sexual fire. He was far too distracted admiring her curvaceous, beautifully rounded booty to pay any mind to the screening. Instead, he impatiently interrupted her thoughts by folding her into Tatsumaki’s favorite position, the full-Nelson. This woman had always acted so big as if she was above everybody else, and yet her body felt so tiny in his enlarged hands, smaller than everyone else. The way that she couldn’t budge an inch, and how their vast contrast in size left her feeling weak, minuscule, and powerless. 


“Master!~” whimpered Tatsumaki which was followed by a shriek from how rough and heartless he’d been with her. Tatsumaki’s juicy vagina still wasn’t fully accustomed to consuming his sloppy inches, which is why Tatsumaki would never be able to properly feed his black battering ram inside of her clenching anus. The way that he carried her around like she were nothing but a measly child thrusted her into the flames of heat, but the penetration of her untampered puckered hole enveloped her in a different euphoria and humiliation, an anal fucking that he’d wanted to do from the beginning. Spending so much time, energy and focus copulating, he’d almost forgotten his most desirable urge of them all. Tatsumaki’s sexy, seductive butt bouncing in that slutty dress made him want to devour her whole, he wanted to conquer her body for himself, the only hole that remained away from his grasp was her tight asshole, until now. 


“I’ve always wanted to fuck this ass of yours! That tattoo you got placed right on your cheeks is hot as hell. It’s like you’re telling the world who it belongs to. If it’s my property, then I can do whatever I want to it!” 


Hysterical shrieks exploded from out of Tatsumaki’s agape mouth, opening so widely that it might’ve seemed like she was yawning. Anal intercourse was a different beast from vaginal intercourse, naturally her vagina was better equipped to swallow a cock, and even then his monstrous size Tatsumaki felt like she would snap in half. It felt like her smaller, stretching hole that would soon be gaping was splitting with the colossal pressure entering through her rear entrance. Her chain of shrieks fluctuated between low, guttural moans underneath her breath, tongue sticking way out of her mouth and her spit dripping down the tip of it.


“S-Ssshiiiiitttt! Tatsumaki, you’re squeezing me too hard. It feels like you’re masturbating my dick with your slutty ass!” groaning copiously as he wiggled his hips around trying to find the perfect angle to stuff her rectum with. Her collapsing anal walls weren’t nearly as succulent and slick like her pussy is, but the unparalleled tightness that prevented his seamless thrusts was delightful. His testosterone raging as he overpowered the newfound resistance in her unexplored anal cavity, slamming her down onto his propelling thrusts with the animalistic buttfucking reaching brutal speeds in the upcoming moments. Aggravating pain was difficult to ignore, mixed in with the arousal she’d felt from having her Queen of Spades booty fulfilling her duty, a restricted delicacy that only he could revel in. The fleshy, resounding slaps of her thighs smacking against her pendulous bottom competed with her violently triumphant croons. Her primal pussy having never been unblocked during her blackening, Tatsumaki’s unimpeded squirts came out in wicked volumes, spraying like a fountain as she succumbed to a dangerous numbers of orgasms, the miasma of depravity invading their clashing bodies. Eyes rolling around in their sockets as Tatsumaki panted desperately for air. 


His massive black cock swelling inside of her aching asshole, dominating her rectum as the ceaseless squirting switching between absurdly long sprays of juices that could even land on the projector, to short smaller bursts that would spill onto the ground. Ejecting his man fluids into her receptive white asscheeks without warning, the difference in the amount of times they came together decreased as not even his experienced meatrod could withstand the formidable stimulation of her slutty sphincter. 


“What would all of the heroes, citizens, and villains think of you if they saw what you really are?! You aren’t the killing machine, or the talented esper that saves lives out of goodwill. You were just a sexually repressed whore, one that was waiting for the moment that a black man like me, claimed you for himself, to abuse your indecent ass, you dirty woman!” he growled, tightening his grip around her nape as he stood up off the mattress, easing the space that he had to operate with his devastating hammer thrusts. Tatsumaki knew that she was immoral, but didn’t regret her actions one but, there was no humiliation or shame that could’ve altered her decision to surrender herself to this attractive stud, the black man that bred her, carrying his child inside of her stomach. All of the shaking that her whole body experienced had her under the impression that there was an earthquake, hardly able to process what’s even being done to Fubuki anymore, other than drooping cum with the texture of paint covering her with a dozen or more black cocks all around or inside of her. Tatsumaki had an intense, enraptured look on her face trying to glance at the camera recording her, hoping that the video would reach Fubuki one day too, telling her that everything was exquisite on her end. 


“Dumb fucking slut! I bet you loved flaunting your skimpy ass everywhere, believing that nobody would even try laying their hands on you! Never once did you think that men like me exist? Foolish! Now look at you… You can’t even stop cumming if I put a knife to your neck!” he shouted, verbally abusing Tatsumaki with insults and degrading comments as jet streams of black nutslop blasted out of his engorged piss-slit again. Attempting to milk his balls completely dry, persistently holding her in full-nelson and refusing to let go until his throbbing darkness couldn’t ejaculate anymore. The veins pulsate every other time Tatsumaki’s vaginal orgasm would captivate her. Outpouring was her love juices, gooey warmth present in her anal orifice, streaming out of her in a majestic, clean flow that spilled onto the floor. Tatsumaki’s smooth, silky thighs quaked as his left hand that gripped underneath her knee shifted towards her rightbuttocks and palmed it, hugging her onahole proportioned frame closely to his sweaty, virile figure. The muscles of her pussy contracting, her buttocks flexed as her filthy moans sounded anything but sweet. His extended black hose beating the spongy softness like drums, ravenously humping Tatsumaki while she was suspended in the air, forcing the third consecutive anal creampie through wild and barbaric slams, the commotion in their room somehow matching the volume of Fubuki’s destruction over the speakers. 


“Tornado of Terror? The only thing terrifying about you is how much you love black cock!” he grunted, possessing boundless stamina as his pace hadn’t yet faltered, while Tatsumaki was already meeting wit’s end. She was so small that he could probably walk around with Tatsumaki lifted solely by the sturdiness of his dick, but she adored the sensation of feeling smothered, everything about their bodies were polar opposite. Her skin was pale, and his was dark. Her body was soft, while his was hard. They were simultaneously a mismatch, while also making the greatest pair in terms of compatibility. Her mind possessed by pheromones, drowning in erotic bliss, Tatsumaki devolving into a babbling mess. Her life values, her pride, and her self-respect were nonexistent in times that her body had been consumed by hormones, which was now any time that she was several feet near that tasty, ebony cock. The gut-twisting backshots that she received left her creaming, scrumptious cunt showering her juices like a broken dam that wouldn’t stop cumming. Tatsumaki’s non stop jiggling, and the audible sloshing noises ensured that pure unadulterated lust assumed control of his senses, her breathing erratic with all three of her holes having now been stretched wide. On the verge of something profound as her vision was blurred with what seemed like stars forming in her eyes, harsh grunts echoing in her ear, her perfect bare white ass pink from the clapping, sweat silken strands of hair sticking to her forehead, tears on her cheeks with lips quivering from being skewered by the gigantic ebony pillar. The madly pistoning rod left her voice hiccuping while his hips pressed up against every doughy curve of the little lady, intentionally seizing the untamed monster in the narrow sleeve of her asshole, feeling it grind up against every nagging inch of it. Every inch of her favorite thing to ever exist was wedged deep within her anal cavern, Tatsumaki felt compressed by his secure grip as he roared primitively, his painfully erect appendage approaching its finale. Her brain had stopped functioning various times, becoming a brainless, lively body surging with vigor, his personal fuckdoll that sucked up all of that powerful seed in her stomach, vagina and anus. 


“Tatsumaki… You really are the best! I wonder what the world will think when they find out that one of the world's strongest heroes is a knocked up, black cock whore!”


Her brilliant, firm assmeat held onto his piercing, jammed meat prick, trying to nourish itself with the grand discharge pumping through the manly veins running up the dark length of his manhood, all thirteen inches throbbed one last time before Tatsumaki’s debauched moans noisily left her while suffering from an earth-shattering climax, insides swimming in an irrational volume of fertile seminal batter. Leaving the white-skinned premium buttslut trembling, her face devoid of intelligence, and her thrilled pussy incapable of spraying anymore, only producing juice that trickled down her defeated body. Her last coherent thoughts drifted off towards the other thing that she’d held most dearly to her in her world, wanting to bring them together, wishing that she could one day be properly blacked together with Fubuki. 


And thus, Tatsumaki the Tornado of Terror was lost. Her public identity remained the same, but she was a different person, a different woman. 

