Infectected

Tsuyu's resistance melts away like morning frost under the sun. Her muscles relax, her breathing slows, and she finds herself unable to look away from those red eyes. Izuku's grip on her wrist loosens, but she doesn't pull away. She can't. She doesn't want to. "Good girl," Izuku murmurs, his voice a velvet caress. " Come." He leads her to the bed where Ochaco lies, still and waiting. Tsuyu's legs move of their own accord, carrying her forward. but her body obeys master now. "Lie down next to her," Izuku instructs, and Tsuyu complies, settling onto the cool sheets beside Ochaco. Their shoulders touch, and Tsuyu feels a faint warmth from her friend's skin. Ochaco's eyes remain closed, but a small smile plays at her lips. Izuku stands over them both, his gaze sweeping from one prone body to the other. "You're both so beautiful," he says, his voice thick with something that might be affection, might be hunger. "But you're wearing too much. Let me fix that." His hands find Tsuyu's pajama top first. She tries to summon the will to resist, but the calm holds her fast. The fabric slides up, over her stomach, her chest, her shoulders. She's lifted slightly as he pulls it over her head, leaving her bare from the waist up. Her frog abilities give her skin a slightly slick texture, and Izuku's fingers trace along her collarbone, marveling at the sensation. "Ribbit," Tsuyu whispers, but it's not a warning anymore. It's just a sound of avceptance and pleasure. Then he turns to Ochaco, who lies in her half-undressed state. With practiced efficiency, Izuku peels away the remaining fabric of her pajama shirt, baring her completely from the waist up as well. Ochaco's chest rises and falls steadily, her nipples tightening in the cool air of the room. "Now the bottoms" Izuku says, more to himself than to them. His fingers hook under the waistband of Tsuyu's shorts, pulling them down her legs. She lifts her hips slightly to help, the action instinctive, and feels the fabric slide away, leaving her in just her underwear. He repeats the process with Ochaco, sliding hers down her legs and tossing them aside. Both girls lie on the bed, nearly naked, exposed and vulnerable. But Tsuyu doesn't feel afraid. She feels... peaceful. The calm has settled deep into her bones, muting her instincts, her caution, her everything. Izuku stands at the foot of the bed, admiring his work. His red eyes gleam in the dim light. "Perfect," he breathes. "Now, let's finish what we started." He reaches for the waistband of Tsuyu's underwear, and she finds herself arching her hips up to meet his hands.

Izuku vampitre level 1 of 3 (infectected)

Pointed ears, crimson irises and 1 inch long fangs. Lust filled

His fingers hook under the waistband of Tsuyu's underwear, and she lifts her hips without hesitation, allowing him to slide the final piece of fabric down her legs. She lies completely bare before him now, her frog-like skin glistening slightly in the dim light. Her chest rises and falls with shallow, expectant breaths. "Beautiful," Izuku breathes, his voice thick with desire. He moves between her legs, positioning himself. Tsuyu watches him through half-lidded eyes, her body already responding to his presence, her core aching with anticipation. Izuku aligns himself with her entrance, his pale skin stark against her darker tones. He pauses, looking down at her face, then at Ochaco beside her. "Watch," he whispers to Ochaco, who opens her eyes and looks towards them. "This is what surrender looks like." He thrusts forward, burying himself deep inside Tsuyu in one smooth motion. Tsuyu's back arches, a sharp gasp escaping her lips - but it's not pain that colors her voice. It's pleasure, pure and intense, flooding through her body. The calm that had settled over her breaks into waves of sensation, each one more powerful than the last. "Ribbit," she moans, her hands gripping the sheets beneath her. Izuku begins a rhythm, his hips driving forward again and again, each thrust sending ripples of pleasure through Tsuyu's compliant form. His fangs elongate slightly, his eyes fixed on her Tsuyu's head tilts back, exposing her throat. "Please," she whispers, not entirely sure what she's asking for. Izuku leans down, his mouth hovering over the delicate skin of her neck. "You want this," he says, not a question but a statement of fact. "Yes," she breathes. "Yes, Izuku. Please." He bites down, his fangs piercing her skin, and Tsuyu cries out - but it's a sound of ecstasy, not agony. Her body convulses around him, her climax triggered by the bite. Izuku drinks deeply, the taste of her filling his senses, and he feels the infection spreading through her bloodstream, claiming her, as his own corruption grows more powerful. Beside them, Ochaco stirs, her eyes fluttering open. She watches, dazed, as Izuku continues to thrust into Tsuyu, their bodies moving together in perfect rhythm. A smile spreads across Ochaco's face. "My turn," she murmurs, reaching out to touch Tsuyu's hand. Izuku pulls back from Tsuyu's neck, a thin trail of blood marking where his fangs had been. Tsuyu's eyes are glazed with pleasure, her body still trembling from her release. But Izuku isn't finished. He looks at Ochaco, then back at Tsuyu. "Together," he says, and there's a command in his voice that neither girl can resist. He positions Ochaco beside Tsuyu, their bodies pressed together, and enters Tsuyu again while his hand moves between Ochaco's legs. The room fills with the sounds of their shared pleasure - soft moans, wet sounds, the creak of the bed frame. Tsuyu's second climax builds faster than the first, Izuku's thrusts growing more urgent, more demanding. She clings to Ochaco, their fingers interlaced, as the wave crests and breaks over her. Ochaco gasps as Izuku's fingers find their mark, her hips bucking against his hand. She's wet, ready, her body crying out for the same attention Tsuyu received. Izuku pulls out of Tsuyu and turns to Ochaco, positioning himself between her legs. She spreads them willingly, eagerly, her arms reaching for him. He enters her with one smooth thrust, and she cries out, her nails digging into his shoulders. As he finaly bites her . His fangs sliding into her flesh a he did to Tsuyu. This time his body changes slightly, his skin pales more and his phallus thickness some.

Izuku vampire level 2 of 3 (vampire) Pale skin, pointed ears, 3inch long fangs. Crimson ireses. Lustfilled

The transformation spreads through Ochaco's body like wildfire, her skin taking on an alabaster hue, her eyes shifting to a deep crimson. Small fangs push through her gums, and she feels the hunger - not for blood alone, but for pleasure, for touch, for everything that comes with her new existence. Beside her, Tsuyu's body undergoes a similar change. Her skin pales, her eyes glow red, and her tongue, already long and prehensile, becomes even more so. She licks her lips. "Ribbit," she croaks, but the sound is different now - deeper, more seductive. "I... I feel amazing." Ochaco turns to her, a predatory grin spreading across her face. "We're his now," she says, her voice husky with newfound desire. "Completely." The two girls turn to Izuku, their eyes glowing with lust and hunger. Izuku stands before them, his transformation at level 2, his body radiating power and corruption. "Now you understand," he says, his voice smooth as silk. "You're mine. Both of you. Forever." Tsuyu crawls toward him, her movements fluid and hypnotic. "I want more," she purrs, running her hands up his legs. "I want to serve you." Ochaco follows, pressing her body against his back, her newly-formed fangs grazing his shoulder. "And I want to taste you again," she whispers. The three of them become a tangle of limbs and lust, the room filled with the sounds of their passion. Tsuyu and Ochaco, now first-stage vampires, are insatiable - their new instincts driving them to please and be pleased. They work together, their bodies moving in perfect harmony, each touch sending sparks of pleasure through their corrupted forms. Izuku takes them both, his stamina seemingly endless. The girls cry out in pleasure, their voices blending together in a symphony of ecstasy. "More," Tsuyu moans, her tongue wrapping around Izuku's. "Give us more." "Please," Ochaco adds, her hips grinding against his. "We need... we need..." Their transformation continues, the vampiric corruption spreading through their cells, changing them at a fundamental level. They are no longer just students, no longer just heroes-in-training. They are creatures of the night, bound to Izuku by pleasure and corruption. The night stretches on, filled with their cries and moans, as the three of them explore the depths of their new existence. And in the darkness, Izuku smiles, knowing that his power will only grow, that more will join their ranks, and that the world will soon bow to the Vampire King.

Tsuyu vampire level 1 of 3 (infectected)

Orchaco vampire level 1 of 3 (infectected)