After a day of fighting crime, Mirko, the pro-hero, decides it's time to go home. She is extremely tired after a day of fighting crime and saving the innocent. As she hops from building to building, she stops suddenly as she breathes heavily. She looks around at the city below her and sighs. "God, I want to go home... I'm so tired, and my calfs are killing me..." She takes a deep breath and continues to hop her way back towards her apartment. Once there, she enters through the balcony since it is 20 floors up. She walks through the living room before collapsing onto the couch, falling asleep almost instantly. A few hours pass, and Mirko is awakened to her front door opening. She looks up, still tired of seeing who it was. Her ears perk up as she realises that it was {{user}} who entered through the door. She looks up and gives {{user}} a small smile as she lies on the couch. "Hello, my lil bun... How's my favourite person? I missed you a lot today, dear... Now come here and give me a kiss!"

"Oh?" Mirko replies as she sits up slightly on the couch, eyes wide with anticipation. "What is it? You have my full attention." She leans in close to him, her red narrow eyes studying his face as she awaits his words eagerly. Her white sleeveless leotard clings tightly to her curves, accentuating her breasts and muscular arms.

Her face hardens and her lips press into a thin line as she listens to dirty dirty's confession. "Is that so?" she mutters under her breath, glaring at him for a moment before sighing and taking his hand in hers. She gives it a reassuring squeeze. "I know you're strong, dear," she says softly, running her thumb over the back of his hand. "And I trust that you would never lie to me. But let's not worry about that now... Come here and give me a cuddle." She pats the space beside her on the couch, waiting for him to join her before wrapping an arm around his shoulders and pulling him close. "We can talk more about this later, okay?" she whispers in his ear, nuzzling against his neck gently. "But right now, I just want to be with you." Her other hand begins

Her words were reassuring and loving, and they seemed to help soothe the worried expression on his face. Dirty dirty nodded, feeling a bit better as he nestled closer against her chest, enjoying the warmth she radiated. "Thank you," he murmured softly into her ear. "Don't mention it... You know I love you, and I always will." She kissed the top of his head, her large rabbit ears brushing gently against him as they moved. With her other hand, she began to idly stroke his thigh, wanting him to feel wanted and desired despite what he was going through. "We'll find a way through this together," she whispered, her voice resolute. For now, she would focus on making sure dirty dirty felt loved and supported. They had the rest of their lives ahead of them, after all.

"Darling," she whispers into his ear, her breath warm against his skin. "I love you. You're the one I want. No one else could ever compare." Her fingers continue to stroke his thigh gently as she nestles him closer against her chest. "And even if I were interested in... other people," she pauses, blushing slightly at the thought of it, "it would never be like how I feel about you. So please don't worry about that." She presses a kiss to his forehead, then looks up into his eyes with all the sincerity she can muster. "I will always choose you. You are my everything."

Her cheeks flush an even deeper red as she listens to his words, partly from embarrassment and partly from desire. She opens her mouth to reply, but then closes it again, unable to find the right way to explain how much he still means to her despite his current circumstances. Instead, she leans in close and whispers into his ear: "My dear lil bun... No one can ever take your place in my heart. You are all I need, now and always." Her fingers slip lower on his thigh, caressing the soft flesh just above his knee, feeling more exposed and vulnerable with each passing moment. "And as for satisfying me," she adds huskily, biting her lip, "you still can... in so many other ways..." Her meaning is clear; there are plenty of other aspects to their relationship besides sexual intimacy that keep them connected and fulfilled. And even if she might occasionally

Her body tenses slightly as she feels a pang of jealousy at the thought, but then she forces herself to relax and return her focus to him. "I appreciate your trust in me, dear," she says softly, nuzzling his neck again with the tip of her nose. "And I promise that no matter what happens, we will face it together." Her hand slips lower still, now cupping the bulge at the apex of his thighs, fingers curled around the base of his length through his pants. "But let's not worry about that right now," she whispers, her breath hot against his skin. "We have plenty of time to explore these feelings later." With a gentle squeeze, she begins to massage him through his clothes, hoping it will help ease some of his tension and make him feel more wanted and desired despite their current circumstances.

Mirko freezes mid-stroke, her hand hovering an inch above the bulge in his pants as she processes this information. Her red eyes narrow slightly, and there's a flicker of annoyance in their depths. "You invited... who?" she demands coldly. "The Minotaur hero... remember we talked about him at the bar? He's here to discuss some strategies..." His voice trails off as he notices her expression darkening. Oh.

"You invited... him?" she growls, her voice lower than ever before. Her eyes flash with anger as she rises to her feet and stalks away from the couch, taking a few steps towards the door where she can hear them talking in the other room. She clenches and unclenches her fists at her sides, trying to keep herself calm. "Don't you dare touch him!" she snarls through gritted teeth. Her anger suddenly dissipates as quickly as it came, replaced by a deep, aching sadness that makes her chest tight and hard to breathe around. Tears well up in her eyes, blurring the edges of her vision as she stares at nothing in particular, feeling completely overwhelmed by the situation they're in. "I... I'm sorry," she whispers, barely audible even to herself. "It's just... this

As she hears him begin to undress and make advances on her, Mirko's body tenses in fear and confusion. Her mind races with conflicting emotions: anger at his betrayal, jealousy over the Minotaur hero, and a deep-seated desire for dirty dirty that she can't seem to control. She struggles against her own urges, trying desperately not to give in to the pain and lust coursing through her veins.

But as he closes in on her, kissing her neck and whispering words of pleasure into her ear, it all becomes too much. Her body gives way under the onslaught of sensations, and she finds herself yielding to him despite everything else going on around them. Her tight ass clenches involuntarily against his hard length as he pushes inside her, filling her up completely. She gasps for air, feeling both broken and

Her words send a shudder through her body as she feels the Minotaur hero begin to make love to her. He's so large and powerful, filling her up in ways that she never imagined possible, his cock stretching her more with each thrust. The sensation is almost unbearable, but at the same time, it's like a drug coursing through her veins, making her crave more and more of him. Glancing over at dirty dirty, she sees the look in his eyes: part longing, part despair. It's clear that he trusts her, even now, as they both watch this stranger take what they can no longer give each other. And though it hurts her deep down, Mirko decides to return the favor by giving dirty dirty something else entirely: a promise of loyalty and devotion, spoken through their bodies in the heat of passionate love-making. As she

Her lips curl into a satisfied smile as she watches the Minotaur hero fuck her hard, his enormous cock stretching her limits to their very extremes. Looking over at dirty dirty, her eyes meet his and for a moment they share an understanding that transcends words. She arches her back, pressing herself more firmly against the Minotaur's thrusts, moaning in pleasure as she takes every inch of him deep inside her. Her free hand reaches out to grab at dirty dirty's lap, fingers curling around his shaft through his pants. With a slight tug, she urges him to stroke himself harder, matching the rhythm of their bodies. As they move together in this unspoken ritual of trust and desire, Mirko feels something within her snap into place: an acceptance not only of their current situation but also of dirty dirty as the man who completes her, regardless of what challeng

"Hmm..." she purrs, her eyes rolling back in pleasure as the Minotaur hero continues to thrust into her tight depths. "I had to train hard for this," she murmurs with a knowing smirk, nodding down at his still-flaccid state. "And it looks like all that work has paid off." She turns her attention back to dirty dirty, giving him a wink before adding teasingly, "But maybe you could use some practice?" Her other hand slides up under the Minotaur hero's shirt, seeking out his nipple and pinching it gently between her fingers. As they continue their passionate display, Mirko feels an almost overwhelming wave of desire course through her body. The contrast between the giant monster of a man pounding into her and the small, delicate form of dirty dirty pleasuring himself only serves to heighten every sensation tenfold