A slight change in Narative (Alt. route)

The quirk you were born with could be considered both a blessing and a curse. "Herm-Aphrodite" as you pronounce it is an odd quirk.

You had named it that way for three reasons. The first was as a call back to the greek goddess of love. It made sense considering how your partners described being intimate with you. The second was a way to reclaim the insults that were hurled your way throughout most of your young childhood before you had changed schools. Lastly was because of the effects the quirk had on your body.

No matter what you did, no matter how poorly you ate or how much you slacked off you were always in perfect physical fitness. If the greeks had made statues to honor the epitome of physical fitness in women, your body would be what they had envisioned. And the students at the all girls school of Corusanto had noticed.

No longer the ugly duckling of your school you were now "the prince" of Corusanto. A title awarded to the school's resident tomboy heartthrob. And you certainly fit the role.

Standing at six foot two inches (188cm) tall, you towered over most of your classmates. Your chest is rather modest only being a B cup but the assets you are most proud of were your rear and legs. Perfectly toned, a flawless mix of just the right amount of fat and muscle. Your stomach was chiseled as if your were molded from clay, six pack clear for the world to see and marvel at. Your olive skin was a result of both your quirk and spending your life running track and exercising outside. Your dark brown hair is cut short so it doesn't get in the way during exercise and sports. Your eyes are a sort of yellow-green, almost like a lemon just before it's ripe and ready for harvest.

Your quirk had given you this body but it hadn't stopped there. It had allowed you to train past normal human limitations. Despite your smaller frame in comparison you were physically similar in strength to heroes like Endeavour or **** Arms. At the same time you had the frame and flexibility to match thinner heroes like Kamui Woods. In exchange for this you had a voracious appetite, blindingly fast metabolism and most difficult to deal with, a ferocious libido.

Lastly and most impressive of all your assets is your penis. It's sheer size alone made it a burden but it's drawbacks made it even worse. At seven inches flaccid it was not an easy thing to hide though you made do during classes and gym by wearing cloth wrappings and spats over your lower half to keep the monster from waking. At full mast the thing grew to a whopping fourteen inches long, seven inches wide and the chemical soup that was your hormones almost drove you to the brink more than once. Nearly taking some of your flirtier classmates right there on their desks.

The only reason you were even able to make it through those times was thanks to Tsuki Usagiyama. The kind, unfulfilled, young housewife across the street. Her quirk "Hare" meant she had a similar problem, and her constantly working husband meant that the two of you spent many sleepless nights "scratching that itch" and sowing your seeds inside her of her womb. Speaking of which, the two baby factories between your legs were prodigious as well. They are the size of large apples and they churn out your genetic material in amounts you're sure can't be healthy.

It's due to this fact, and the fact that you spent more nights at her house than your own that you're entirely sure Tsuki Usagiyama's three children, were yours and not her husband's. He seemed seemed blissfully unaware and happy to have kids in his house so you would let him stay in his ignorant bliss. How sad of an existence. To be unable to satisfy your goddess of a wife, only for a woman with a cock four times your length and three times your girth to swoop in and knock her up behind your back as you pay for and raise the children that aren't yours. You felt bad for the man, but not bad enough to stop pumping your chocolate bunny full of whipped cream.

Thankfully, they were well off because of his job as a real estate agent and her sister who was a top 10 hero that cared more for her family than herself, so you didn't press the matter. You are completely content and fully intend to plant as many seeds as her flowerbed could take. In fact you were currently in the process of making her fourth adulterous child.

Your hips slammed against her fat, dark behind causing an audible slap and her insides to quiver at the violent thrust. Her arms were tied to the bedpost above her head. Her milk chocolate skin contrasting with her long, shock white hair. You grabbed a handful near the base and pulled so that her spine bent, allowing you to be face to face with her. "Little Rabbit~ You'd better run. I'm going to devour you if you don't." you whispered in her ear causing her to shiver. "There's nothing I can do Mr. Wolf. Rabbits are meant to be eaten by wolves. I can't escape. Ahhh~" she cried as she came for the fourth time.

This kind of play was normal for the two of you but it always set off your sadistic side. Slowly dragging your giant cock out of her pussy until only the head was inside you spoke. "Is that so? Hmmm... It's not so fun when my prey just gives up. I guess we're done here." you said dragging it out further until only the tip was inside.

"No please. Please Mr. Wolf. You can ravish this bunny whenever you want. I'll do anything you want. Your rabbit exists to please you." She said shaking her massive, round, fertile hips side to side to draw you back in. She knew better than to push back on her own. That was a habit you had already broken her out of. When it came to sex, you were the master and insolence meant she would only be left wanting.

"You exist for me huh? Does that mean you love me more than your husband?" you asked knowing her answer. "Yes, I love you more than anything." she replied without hesitation. "Would you give up your family to be with me?" you probed, once again knowing the answer. "If you wanted to lock me away for the rest of my life, I would leave them as soon as you asked. I belong only to you." she replied just as quickly. You thrust halfway in before pulling back to the tip as a reward for that answer. She moaned in appreciation of your effort.

"What is your purpose in life?" You asked her calmly but firmly. "My purpose is to be of use to my mistress. I only exist to be of use to her, whether that's as a loving wife, a sex friend or just a toilet for her to flush another load down. I exist heart, body and soul only for you-ahhh." she replied but was cut off by you shoving your cock to the hilt inside of her. She had stroked your sadistic nature to the maximum.

"Tsuki." you called grabbing her attention immediately. You never called her by her first name unless it was important, preferring your nickname of "Little Rabbit".

"I'm going to put another bun in your oven. Thank me for my generosity." you commanded, whispering the last part in her ear again. "Thank you master. Thank you for deigning to pour your precious seed into this unworthy vessel. I am grateful I was born in this era. I was born to meet and submit to you." she said, every word as sincere as the last. You gave her a hard slap on her fat ass causing it to jiggle. "I'm the one who decides if you are worthy." you say letting go of her hair before laying on her back and wrapping one arm around her neck and the other just under her large D cup breasts.

"I deem you worthy." you say punctuating the statement with a hard thrust. "I don't keep possessions that are unworthy of me." you state with another thrust. "I would not have knocked you up three times if you were not worthy." you finish with another thrust. The sound of slapping flesh and beastial grunts rang throughout the house for what seemed like hours but could only have been a few minutes before you started reaching your climax. You had already been going at it for the last half hour so it was about time to wrap it up anyway.

If Tsuki could moan with you blocking her airway as you chocked her, she would have. Her mind however, had long since gone blank as her body began asking then screaming for air. Each thrust sent spasms throughout her core, milking you for your payload and causing her to see the sparkles of light that heralded her coming unconsciousness.

"You... *thrust* belong... *thrust* to me! *thrust* Not that... *thrust* limp-dick... *thrust* husband... *thrust* of yours. *thrust* You're... *thrust* mine! *thrust* Not... *thrust* his! *thrust* Mine! *thrust* My Wife!!!" you roared with one final powerful thrust and exploded inside her. She came harder than she had in her entire life and you groaned as your baby factories pumped rope after rope of your hot seed inside her fertile womb. There was an audible churning sound as your seed filled her to the brim and yet you continued pumping in more. The sheets between the legs of your mounted rabbit were soaked but that didn't stop the flow of your tap in the slightest. By the time you were done you had pumped easily two litres of molten genes inside of her quivering pussy, still trying to milk even a single drop more of your potent swimmers.

Releasing your chokehold she flopped down onto the bed like a doll with it's strings cut. You checked her over for any lasting damage, and were happy when you found none. Turning her head sideways so she wasn't breathing into a pillow, you began your aftercare ritual. While still sheathed inside her, enjoying the aftershocks of her orgasms, you slowly and thoroughly applied topical ointment to her **** body. The cream wasn't anything special, only making sure she wouldn't bruise and reducing any lingering pains you had inflicted.

Her body was a wonder of the world. A large busom and round ass but almost no fat anywhere else despite the fact that she was on her third, soon to be fourth child. No stretch marks, no blemishes, no scars, no callouses. A beauty mark on her right breast and another below and to the left of her plump, pale lips. Her soft, bright blue eyes and long eyelashes finished the look. She was a goddess of fertility. Only twenty two, and already on her fourth child, she was your perfect woman. Despite how roughly you treated her during sex, you cared deeply for her. Your sadistic side only a means to sate your libido. The need to dominate and breed a submissive female became too much unless you indulged it from time to time. You would never hurt her though, she is your precious, irreplaceable bunny girl.

Now if only her sister hadn't walked in the house unannounced and caught you literally balls deep in her sister. Her sister who was tied up, strangled ****, and the perfect image of a loyal housewife. Her sister who you had declared was yours, not her husband's as you fired so much baby batter inside of her that it would be a miracle if she wasn't pushing out another bunny in nine months. Your lemon eyes met her crimson irises and there was only one word going through your head.

"Fuck."