A Knock at the Door

Momo had left you alone in your room several hours ago after rushing back to her room when you kissed her, her face aflame. You knew your powers had worked, because why would they not, but it confused you. It showed that you were stilling getting used to even your base powers.

Deciding to put it out of your mind, you stripped what few clothes you had left, dropping them in a pile as you flipped on the shower, which thankfully wasn't a Japanese style bath.

You'd fallen back on to your bed, letting your mind wander over some semblance of a plan when you heard a soft knock at the door.

Your curiosity peaked, you stood up and walked over to the door and cracked it open to find Momo standing in the hall, clad in a pair of silken red pajamas. While they weren't tight enough to show off Momo's developed figure, nor transparent like lingerie, they fit her personality, naive with just a hint of maturity.

"Can um, can you let me in, I have something I wish to tell you." Momo whispered, looking down the halls with a low blush.

"Oh yeah," You replied, unlatching the door as it swung open, Momo not hesitating before entering the spider's web. You took the moment to admire her rear as she hurried passed, and although it too was mostly masked by the somewhat loose fabric, it still caught your attention with the swaying of Momo's hips.

You shut the door behind you as you turned to see what Momo wanted, only to see her refusing to meet your gaze as she blushed crimson, fiddling with a button. Giving her a moment to compose her thoughts, you took three steps towards her closing the gap to within arms-length, which you took advantage of as you lightly touched Momo's cheek, holding her gaze once more on you as you gingerly kissed the heiress.

It was far from the heated make-out sessions you'd enjoyed with Mitsuki, but it had a fire unique to it as you could feel the slight quiver in Momo's lips as well as the muffled squeak as you pushed forwards, pushing the pair of you down onto the bed.

Pulling back, Momo's eyes were half-lidded and she gave a shy smile up at you, her soft hands holding your face as she leaned up, planting a much more chaste kiss upon your lips.

"I love you, my knight. You saved my life, and so it is only fair that I give it to you, if you'd like that?" Momo's words hummed in your ear, a tingle going down your spine as you looked at her, now laying back, her hair around her like an abyss that you felt yourself falling into.

In an effort to maintain control, you sat up, putting both hands in the split of Momo's top, before tensing for a second as it broke, the buttons coming free as the milky expanse of boob flesh and her smooth belly were exposed to your hungering eyes.

"When a man wants a woman, he takes, possesses her, do you want me to own you, Princess?" You questioned, leaning down to lightly kiss her nipple as she gasped.

Who would've thought innocent Momo had such a debaucherous side.

"Although you already have claimed possession of my heart, I was thinking of something less servant-like, although it would be equally permanent.." Momo trailed off as you planted another kiss upon her breast, this time softly pulling it up with your mouth to let it jiggle as you released it.

""Oh my God, it feels so good to simply have you touch my skin. Am I not the first maiden to give herself over to you, or are you this talented naturally?' Momo's head fell back, a slightly perverse grin on her face as she tried and felled to meet your gaze.

"A little bit of column A, a bit of column B, but... a maiden, you mean this is your first time?" You whispered back, sliding up Momo's body, one of your hands snaking down to try to pull her pajama bottoms down enough to give you access to her womanhood, or in this case maidenhood.

Momo looked at you with a scandalized look, "Is it customary for girls to be laying with whatever man catches their attention. Even so, I am a lady, I will only give myself to to someone special like my husband!" Momo's inflamed face looked gorgeous in the low-light of the room, and you let her know that, but one part of her speech caught your attention.

"Husband?" You questioned, your fingers finally freeing her dripping honeypot.

"Of course, that was meant I meant, I can only give myself to my husband, so marriage is nonnegotiable! If I were to become deflowered by a man not my husband, I would be seen as a harlot, a whore, would you have me seen as a whore who is ruled by the pleasures of the flesh?" Momo's 'ye olde speech' would probably get on some peoples nerves but it too, like her pajamas, fit her.

"I don't know if marriage is the answer at our age, you're still young, and I'd hate for you to regret this decision in a few months." You offered, despite the temptation to have popped Momo's cherry, the idea of being married was a bit much for you.

Momo looked at you as if you'd forgotten basic math. "A few months, do ladies get married so quickly in your country. I meant in several years, after we've both graduated from U.A. and become respected heroes, until then I will be your fiancee." She informed you and you felt your heartbeat resume.

"Oh..." Was all you could say.

"So then, I take you accept, you will be my husband?" Momo's hopefully eyes were too much to resist as you gave a silent nod, Momo's face lighting up as she captured your lips in a much more impassioned smooch.

"Oh, thank you, you don't know how joyous you have made me tonight. Now then, I believe this is the right term, fuck me." Momo said, as you choked on your saliva.