A very good job! It's Ochaco with something to accomplish!

Markus slid his tongue into Ochaco's mouth as he kept going, pounding into Mira's ass as Izuku moaned, continuing to pound her pussy, managing to establish a decent rhythm with Markus. Ochaco meanwhile shuddered with the effort of holding back. She wasn't gonna be the first to cum again! Aside from Mira, but she didn't really count, the lucky slut.

But it was sooo hard not to cum!Markus was kissing her with a surprising amount of expertise, and differently from the way Izuku kissed her. The blue-haired man was forceful and possessive, almost hungry. Not better than her boyfriend's gentle sweetness, but new and exciting in a way that made her heart flutter.

Speaking of gentle sweetness, her cinnamon roll of a boyfriend was lapping at the folds of her pussy with his standard selfless eagerness, as if him pleasuring her was a rare gift. Licking and nibbling at her weak spots until Ochaco was just floating instead of standing. She was caught between warm and fuzzy affection and frantic exasperation. "Ngghhha! Slow down!" she pleaded in her mind, tightly closing her eyes in concentration as she struggled to hold herself back.

And then there was Mira, her throat rippling around her brand new cock, sucking and purring like her cum would reveal the secrets of the universe to her.

Ochaco moaned into Markus' lips, bucking her hips and caressing all the sensitive flesh within reach. Surely someone else would cum first so she could finally let go? Surely...

"Hmmmm- Ahn~"

She just... Had to last... A little bit longer...

Ochaco's hopes were realized right on time as Izuku grunted and came, filling up Mira's pussy, just mere moments before Ochaco lost the struggle against her own pleasure. Meanwhile, Markus was at his limit as well, Mira's tightest hole grasping at his manhood. How he lasted this long, even he wasn't sure, but he quickly added his own contribution of seed to Mira's insides with a loud moan.

Mira was floating, both literally and metaphorically, as she was filled with cum. She had transcended pleasure and now simply existed. She was made for this. Made to be a receptacle for release, an object to take in stress and give back pleasure to those who used her.

The sounds and sensations of her Master and fellow slaves gasping and moaning around her reached her ears but didn't penetrate to her mind. The only stimulus that mattered was the three pools of gooey warmth settling inside her. Later, she would feel pride at how good of a sex **** she was, but right now she was nothing. Thoughts drifted through her head without connecting to make anything more meaningful than 'yes!' and 'use me~'

With a shiver of disappointment, first one cock, then the next and the next, softened and slid out of her, leaving her empty. Unused.

She squirmed against something strong and firm and warm, whining with her mouth-pussy for something fill it. Distantly, she recognized that she was being carried out of the water and sat in her Master's lap with someone else finger-combing her hair. As she climbed out of the cumdrunk daze, the vibrations in the air became voices and words again.

"... sure she's alright?" Izuku, standing to the side worriedly.

"...no, but worst comes to worst I can wish her back to sanity." Markus sounded slightly unsure. "I think, anyway."

Mira gasped a breath of clean air and shuddered as she came back to being a person instead of a sex toy.

"I'm back! I'm okay! That was just..." She melted against her Master's chest, almost purring as Ochaco started massaging her scalp. "That was amazing. We need to do it again..."

Ochaco cleared her throat, her near-permanent blush deepening. "Yeah... Uhm. I totally wanna try that again some time. But," she pointed at the flaccid shaft between her legs. "Can I wish to retract this back to a normal clit for now? It's awesome, but I can already see it being inconvenient to always have it out y'know?"