[18+ Content: I am not responsible for erections, wetness, neuronal death, or intestinal torsion]
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Mei didn't need the bond to realize the smug smile that escaped Tetsumaru more than once during the previous interaction.
Did he think he could fool her? That she had forgotten what she was and who she was just because now differed a little in attitude and behavior?
Yes, Mei was aware of her own changes over the years. She had accepted them gradually. But the root of everything was still there, same root that she shared with the idiot Tetsumaru.
That's why she noticed his condescending looks, the internal mockery he directed at her.
None of that was in a bad sense. Quite the opposite, the degenerate found it fascinating.
And reluctantly, Mei accepted that she also liked it.
—Let's go to the bathroom— she suggested with a whisper as tempting as pleading to his ear.
Her lips formed a smile as she contemplated the effect of her words.
Tetsumaru shuddered slightly, his eyes sparkling with contained lust. Mei was in control, and she liked it.
In the past, she was one of those naive fools without value who considered the sexual act as a humiliation to women and the domination of men. How wrong she was.
Now she knew better, understood it truly, and found it equally exciting, if not more than before.
She didn't feel inferior to her other half, didn't feel humiliated or dominated. It was simply pleasure, a two-way path.
The emotion he reflected in his eyes was shared by Mei, the heat that flooded her breasts shook her senses, sharpened them.
The bathroom door closed and a new world opened before their eyes, one in which only they two existed.
Mei attacked mercilessly at that moment, pushing Tetsumaru against the door and savagely invading his throat.
She needed this. She longed for the heat, the moisture, the lips of the only one to whom she could give everything.
He gripped her waist firmly, pulling her towards himself and comforting her tenderly, apologizing without words for the days he left her.
He certainly had to apologize! Mei was going to demand compensation in one way or another.
She undressed him quickly and precisely, her hunger growing with each second of contact.
Breathing was agitated, sweat bathed their bodies, juices spilled from the girl's entrance, her interior trembling and contracting as a sign of protest, demanding her so expected complement.
Tetsumaru tried to communicate something, but Mei sealed his mouth with her hand and looked at him intensely, silencing any verbal or mental reply.
This time it was her turn to take the reins, and damn if she was going to turn her other half into her exclusive dildo.
With a sudden movement, Mei threw Tetsumaru against the wall, violently stamping his foot inches from his face with his incredible and convenient flexibility.
She slowly twisted the limb around her other half's back. With one hand covering his mouth in warning.
She spat on the palm of her other hand, using it to lubricate the tip of the erect member that trembled with each touch of her entrance.
Mei caressed the little one, soaked it with saliva and stimulated it with a mix of delicacy and firmness, causing Tetsumaru to let out muffled moans.
When emotion overtook his other half and he tried to move his hips without permission, Mei squeezed the member, reminding him who had control.
When Tetsumaru's defiant gaze disappeared, Mei smiled sweetly and whispered softly: —Good boy,— positioning the desperate tip against her equally thirsty entrance.
Her pupils contracted and her weight shifted, joining with a wet sound to her other half.
Both gasped, their bodies trembled, and the bond filled with uncontrollable sensations of pleasure.
The experience multiplied and Mei could not stop anymore, thrusting quickly at Tetsumaru and drowning in the sensation of her flesh opening a path inside her.
The wet walls pulsed, closing around the member as if they wanted to embrace it never to let it go.
Mei continued assaulting mercilessly, throwing back her head while both their own and partner's stimuli reached the maximum point of their resistance and made her reach climax.
She clung to Tetsumaru, wrapping her body with all her limbs and jumping as best she could over his crotch, letting herself fall and absorbing all his length as soon as she was hit by the maximum sensation of pleasure that her consciousness could tolerate.
—Hnngh!— moaned Mei, forcing her internal muscles to contract with each new wave of juices that were spilled along Tetsumaru's glans.
The very bold one tried to kiss her, but Mei hadn't finished using him yet.
She threw herself back, supporting herself with her hands on the ground while her legs clinging to Tetsumaru pulled him forward.
He didn't resist, letting himself be thrown roughly onto the floor as Mei positioned herself on his torso.
—Damn it! You're mine today!— siseled Mei, lifting Tetsumaru's legs into a position that traditionally would make the woman instead of the man.
The look of confusion from her other half sent a tingle down Mei's back, while her intentions filtered through the bond made Tetsumaru shudder.
Without preamble, without affection or tact, Mei sat on Tetsumaru's penis and continued her assault, pushing the shinobi's legs behind his knees.
With each jump, with each penetration, with each splash, with each wave of pleasure drilling into her interior, Mei poured out her repressed emotions.
Her body expressed what her mouth could not and her half-soul filtered in abstract fragments.
Mei apologized, cried, lamented, begged, consoled and declared her love for Tetsumaru with each movement, with each moan.
She released her fears with her hips, freed her frustrations with each spurt of liquid, confirmed her appreciation and acceptance with each load of semen that invaded her womb.
She didn't stop until her tears ran down her cheeks and her strength waned, until white liquid was expelled from between her legs and her face rested on Tetsumaru's chest.
There were no words. Neither of them needed them.
He wrapped his arms around her and rocked her, allowing her to recover from the experience they had just had.
It was a lustful act, a carnal, spiritual connection and a conversation all at once.
Mei spoke, and Tetsumaru listened.
In the end, he confirmed his acceptance with a long kiss full of sincerity.
That didn't change the fact that, for once, it was Tetsumaru who limped out of his activities, to Mei's amusement.
Several days later, Aizawa would take a look at the cameras in the kitchen and living room bedroom, deleting footage showing Mei attending Tetsumaru's arrival as if she were a wife.
Although there was no surveillance in the bathroom, Aizawa could get an idea of what happened based on what he knew about his students so far.
He decided that the cameras had to be discarded immediately and schedule a serious talk with the brats.
The last thing UA needed was a scandalous incestuous affair, since almost no one knew that those two weren't related by blood.
And even worse, a pregnant student.