It hit you faster than hearing it, the ground quaking hard enough to leave you almost teetering over. Regaining your balance, you catch sight as a building down the block knocking over, concrete flying in all directions as car alarms go off & people flee screeching for their lives. Driven by who knows what, you take off down the block towards the site of the devastation. As you close in, you see silhouettes zipping back and forth before finally registering yells & roars, realization dawning on you. Approaching ground zero, standing outside the battered remnants of a corner store, you're finally able to peer into the chaos, and it proves to be one hell of a sight.

"Stay down & eat dirt, scumbag!" Her foot was already crashing down onto their head, the shock wave shattering what little glass remained intact. Texts did her Luna Fall technique no justice, the immense brutality laid bare before your eyes. She ground her foot into the villain's head for good measure, not least rubbing it in for her own satisfaction, before she pulled away, all but certain that this schmuck wasn't getting back up any time soon. Huffing as she stepped away, sweat dripping down the side of her face as her milk chocolate skin glistened, a fierce grin formed on her face, her rush for combat satisfied as she emerged victorious once more, even among ruins. However, her eyes glanced to the side, taking notice of you just outside the entrance to the store.

"Hey, you!" Striding towards you, a look of suspicion subsumed her ferocious grin as she closed the gap between you both. "What're you doing here?"

"Hmph. Another one of those heroes-in-training. I didn't even know they had a program like that anymore... but if you're here, you must have some potential." She studies your form and stance, sizing you up with her keen eyes. "And what's this? You look awfully close to the action there. Not trying to be part of my show or something?" Her voice drips with both suspicion and challenge.

Rumi 'Miruko' Usagiyama: "Let me guess, you want a taste of what it's like being an independent Hero, huh? Well, you're in the right place, kid." She tilts her head to the side, a mischievous glint forming in her red eyes. "But don't think this means I'm going to hold your hand through it all. You wanna be a real hero? Pro

A growl rumbles in her throat as you snap back at her. The air around you crackles with tension, your body language mirroring hers almost perfectly. "You think you can take me?" she challenges, a hint of amusement flickering beneath her anger. "Then show me what you've got!" Without another word, she shifts into a fighting stance, readying herself for battle.

With her back arched and arms extended, ready to pounce at a moment's notice, she questions you with a cold expression. "So are you just going to stand there and let me take all the credit? Or do you actually have what it takes to fight alongside an Independent Hero?" Her razor-sharp tone threatens to slice through your very soul.

As you charge at her, she widens her stance and raises her arms defensively to brace for impact. However, instead of attacking directly, she uses her quick reflexes to duck under your lunge, hooking a leg around your ankle and tripping you with practiced ease. Before you can even regain your footing, she's already on top of you, sitting cross-legged and pinning both of your arms to the ground by pressing her weight against them. She leans in close, breath hot against your neck as she speaks directly into your ear.

"Nice try, kid... but that's not how you take down a real hero." Her words are edged with mockery and her strength is unyielding, grinding your bones together with each passing second.

"Heh... you've got some fight in you." Her grip on your arms loosens ever so slightly as she takes a breath, her body tensing for another attack. "But if you really think you can take me down with that kind of strength, then you're sorely mistaken!" With a sudden thrust of her hips, she rolls out from underneath you, her back arched and legs spread wide as she pivots on one foot, landing in a ready stance behind you. "Come on, then! Show me what else you've got!" Her challenge echoes through the ruins as she glances over her shoulder at you, ready to dodge or counter whatever attack you might launch next.

She lets out an annoyed grunt as one of your tentacles pins her against the wall, slimy flesh pressing uncomfortably against her breasts and stomach. "Alright, alright!" she growls through gritted teeth, looking distinctly unhappy about being restrained like this. "You've got me on the defensive... but I won't give up that easily!" As you prepare to deliver another blow, she swiftly reaches back with her free hand and grabs hold of one of your tentacles, pulling it away from her body before using it to quickly slap your other arm out of the way. With a loud cry of "Miruko kick!" she launches herself off the ground, aiming a powerful kick straight at your chest with enough force to send you flying across the room!

Her eyes widen in surprise as you fly back at her, tentacles lashing out and securing themselves onto nearby debris. With a furious roar, she brings up both of her hands, balling them into fists tightly as she braces for impact. As your body collides with hers, the force sends them both reeling backward; the air rushes from their lungs in unison. For a moment, they're locked together, teeth gritted and muscles straining. Then, with a sudden burst of strength, she manages to break free, shoving you away hard enough to send you skidding across the ground several feet.

She stumbles back a step, breathing heavily as she glances down at her left arm. With a wince, she notices that it's been twisted awkwardly beneath her; her prosthetic limb has snapped clean off

"Ugh!" Rumi yelps as her prosthetic limb snaps off. Her face flushed with anger and pain, she growls at you through gritted teeth. "You damn dirty fighter! No one... makes... me... look... weak..." She struggles against your grip for several seconds before finally giving up, going limp in your grasp. With a sigh, she hangs her head and admits defeat. "Fine, fine... you win." Her voice is barely above a whisper as she glances down at the debris scattered around them.

As if by instinct, she reaches down with her right arm to re-attach her prosthetic left forearm, clenching and unclenching her fist impatiently until it's finally secured back in place. With a huff, she glances up at you once more, her eyes narrowed into

"Hmph." The sound is almost more amused than dismissive as she studies you again. "Maybe I underestimated you a little there... but don't get too full of yourself, kid. There's still plenty of room for improvement." Her eyes harden once more and she takes a defensive stance, ready to duel at a moment's notice. "Now prove it. Let's see what else you've got."

With a derisive snort, Rumi rolls her eyes at your stipulation. "Very well, fine." She shrugs nonchalantly, though you can see a hint of curiosity flickering in her expression. "But make it good," she warns, glancing over her shoulder at the approaching police and medics.

As the battle resumes, Rumi's movements are quick and precise as ever. Her experience shines through, allowing her to predict your every move with uncanny accuracy. Even when you land a solid blow against her, she somehow manages to minimize the damage thanks to her lightning-fast reflexes and incredible agility.

But despite your best efforts, it's clear that Rumi 'Miruko' Usagiyama is still the dominant force in this confrontation. Her Rabbit strength continues to shine through, allowing her to jump impossibly

Rumi leaps backwards, narrowly avoiding your lunge as she curses under her breath in Japanese. She takes a few moments to compose herself before launching another attack, aiming a spinning back kick at one of your tentacles. With a loud snap, the appendage is severed from your body and flies through the air, landing several yards away amidst a shower of mucus.

"What do you take me for?!" she snarls, her eyes burning with anger. "I'm not some mindless beast to be controlled by your slimy tendrils!" Before you can react, she unleashes another flurry of punches and kicks in quick succession, driving you backward until your entire form is enveloped within a whirling mass of fur, flesh, and sinew. Her powerful strikes leave you momentarily stunned as she stands over you,

Her head snaps back with a grunt as you slam her into the ground hard enough to rattle her bones. For several moments, she lies there panting heavily, feeling dazed and disoriented from the impact. As your tentacle tightens around her leg, Rumi lets out a yelp of pain. Her vision begins to swim, but she refuses to let you win this easily. Ignoring the pain in her leg, she attempts to crawl away from you on all fours, leaving a trail of blood and mucus in her wake.

"Not... so fast..." you croak as your other tentacle lashes out, wrapping around her torso and squeezing tightly enough to cut off her air. Rumi gasps for breath, struggling frantically against your grip. Her vision starts to darken at the edges as she grows weaker from lack of oxygen.

With every cell in her body screaming for air and her vision growing ever more cloudy, the choice seems clear enough to Rumi. She sputters weakly as she wheezes out a barely audible agreement: "Y-yes... I'll do it..." Her voice is little more than a whisper on the wind as she surrenders, surrendering both to you and to her own body's desperate need for oxygen.

As her vision clears, Rumi looks up at you with a mixture of relief and resignation. "Thank you..." she gasps, still trying to catch her breath as she takes the note from your limp tentacle. Gingerly rising to her feet, she wipes the mucus and blood from her face before nodding in understanding. "I'll be there." Her voice is hoarse, but steady nonetheless. "Just give me some time to... recuperate first."

With one last glance at the devastation around them, Rumi 'Miruko' Usagiyama turns and begins making her way towards the exit, favoring her prosthetic leg as she walks gingerly over the debris littered ground. She will do as you ask... but first, there are protocols to follow and an investigation to be completed. The mere thought makes her stomach churn uncomfort

Tiptoeing carefully up the stairs, Rumi knocks on the door to apartment 616. It takes several seconds before she hears footsteps approaching, and then the door swings open to reveal you; pale and bedraggled, as if you've been awake for days. A sardonic grin curls across your lips as your eyes fall upon her. "Ah, Miruko-chan... you're here."

You gesture impatiently for her to enter the apartment, but she hesitates, looking around nervously before stepping inside. "So what is it that you wanted?" she asks guardedly. Her eyes narrow as they drift toward a nearby mirror, checking her own appearance one last time before meeting yours again.

"Well... aren't you going to tell me what it is that you want?" she asks cautiously, her voice wavering slightly as she tries to maintain her composure. Her ears twitch nervously and she takes a step back, preparing herself for whatever it is you have in mind.

Her cheeks flame red as she realizes what you mean, but there's a strange heat in her body that doesn't seem to want to dissipate so easily. Her heart races and she can feel a warmth spreading through her core, making it difficult for her to think clearly. She stares up at you, confusion and desire warring within her.

After several long moments of silence, Rumi finally manages to force out a shaky laugh. "You... you really are something else, you know that?" Her voice is barely above a whisper as she tries to gather her wits about her. "I mean, I can't just... just do whatever you want."

She takes another step back, putting some distance between the two of you. "There needs to be some kind of... understanding first," she says uncertainly. "What exactly are your intentions here?"

Her breath hitches in her throat as you remind her of the stakes involved. She stands there for several more heartbeats, weighing your words carefully against the instincts that have guided her thus far. Then, with a sigh, she edges closer to you once again. "Alright... but just this once," she murmurs.

Her movements are tentative at first, as if she's not quite sure what to do or how to proceed. She places a trembling hand on your chest and feels the steady beat of your heart beneath her fingertips. It's warm and reassuring, almost comforting in its steadiness.

Gladly taking your offer into consideration, she slowly but surely begins to unbutton your shirt with gentle movements of her fingers. Her eyes never leave yours as they slide downwards towards the revealed skin beneath, following every curve and line with growing curiosity and anticipation. As each button is released from its mooring, she breathes a bit easier, feeling herself become more comfortable in this intimate situation.

Her touch grows bolder now that initial hesitation has subsided; she begins to explore your chest further, tracing patterns on your skin with her fingertips as she takes in every detail of you. The heat between them intensifies with each passing second, and it's becoming harder for either one of them to think straight or focus on anything else but the here and now.

With a shiver, Rumi bites her lower lip and arches into your touch as you press her against the wall. Her fingers tangle in the fabric of your shirt, pulling it upward and off of your shoulders to reveal more of your defined chest. She lets out a moan at the contact between their skin, hungry for more.

"Harder," she whispers breathlessly, her eyes half-lidded with desire as she gazes up into yours. Her hips grind against your groin in reply to your question, seeking friction and demanding satisfaction. Her heart races and her body trembles under the combined effects of lust and adrenaline.

Gasping as you take her hands and carry her to the bed, Rumi feels a burst of animalistic pleasure coursing through her veins. Her muscles tense with anticipation as your tentacles begin to caress her body, tracing lines up her neck and teasing at the fabric of her costume. She arches into your touch, wanting more, needing you to claim her completely. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, matching the frantic rhythm of her heart as it pounds against her ribcage.

Her breath catches in her throat as you tear off your shirt, revealing your battle-scarred body to her. A shiver of desire runs down her spine at the sight of your hardened flesh, pale against the black sheet beneath you. As you spread her legs wider and close in on her exposed center, she grips fistfuls of the sheets, arching into your touch with a hungry moan.

"Yes..." she pants, her voice strained from the effort to maintain control amidst this torrent of sensation. "Don't hold back..." Her hips buck against yours as she seeks release, her body begging for relief from the tension and need that have been building within her.

Gasping and arching into your touch as you force yourself inside her, Rumi lets out a hoarse cry of pleasure-pain that echoes through the room. Her fists clench in the sheets and her head thrashes back and forth on the pillow as she tries to process this new sensation flooding through her. Her body tenses and releases in waves, every muscle straining against your skin as you claim her roughly.

With each thrust, another moan escapes her lips; a testament to her surrender and the dark pleasure coursing through her veins. She feels as if she's on the brink of something immense, and she can't help but wonder where this will lead them both in the end.

Her cries become more and more ragged as your thrusts grow deeper and harder. Her body writhes beneath you, arching into each brutal impact with an intensity that surprises even herself. Her fingers dig painfully into the sheets, nails scraping against the rough fabric as she fights to find purchase in this whirlwind of pleasure-pain.

"Harder!" she gasps between thrusts, her voice hoarse from exertion and desire. "I want... more..." Her words trail off into a moan as your teeth graze the tender flesh of her neck. The sensation sends shivers down her spine, making her body clench reflexively around you in a tight embrace.

With one final thrust that pushes her over the edge, she releases a scream that echoes through the room and reverberates within every fiber of her being. Her body tenses and

Her body tensing as you force her over onto her stomach, pain mixing with pleasure in equal measure. A small gasp escapes her lips as she feels your member press into her ass, filling her completely and claiming every last bit of her. Her head thrashes back and forth on the pillow, trying to escape the pressure of your hand while her mouth is filled with another of your appendages.

She moans loudly, arching her back in an attempt to get deeper inside you; needing more and wanting everything you have to give. Her hips buck wildly, grinding against the mattress as she fights to feel the weight of you on top of her once again. The sensation of being filled so completely, in every single hole, is overwhelming and exhilarating all at once.

Her body quivers and spasms as she feels the second impact against her ass. The pleasure building up inside her becomes too much to bear; with a hoarse cry, her orgasm overtakes her, her muscles tensing and releasing in powerful waves that ripple through every inch of her body. Her walls clench tightly around you as she climaxes, milking every last drop of pleasure from your member before finally easing back down.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her head hanging limply over the edge of the bed, hair mussed and face flushed from exertion and passion. She feels drained but incredibly satisfied; the bond between them somehow deeper now than ever before.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she tries to catch it back, her body still trembling from the force of her orgasm. Rumi lays there panting, taking in deep breaths as she tries to calm herself down and recover some sort of composure. A small smile tugs at the corner of her lips as she thinks about how wild their coupling had been. She shudders slightly under your touch, unable to completely resist the alluring sensation of being held by you so possessively. Despite everything that's happened between them and the strange circumstances, there's something undeniably addictive about this... connection they seem to share.

The sensation of your fingers running down her spine sends a shiver through her body and causes goosebumps to break out all over. "More," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. Her eyes flutter closed as she feels the weight of you still pressed against her; their bodies intertwined in a way that seems impossible to break apart now. With every touch, every brush of skin against skin, she can feel herself falling deeper under your spell; losing herself in this strange new world where pleasure and pain are interchangeable and everything feels heightened beyond belief.

Her eyes flutter open, surprise and desire flitting across her features. For the first time since you appeared on the scene, she takes control; moving her hips against yours in a slow, sinuous dance that ignites every nerve ending. Her breath comes quicker as she thrusts harder, feeling the power of her body uncoiling beneath your touch. A small moan escapes her lips and soon turns into a throaty growl as she claims you with equal fervor. She arches her back off the bed, stretching taut before collapsing back against it in an echo of their earlier frenzy.

Rumi bites her lip as your appendages grip and massage her hips, eliciting a moan of pleasure from between her parted lips. The sensation heightens her arousal further, making it difficult for her to focus on anything else but the overwhelming desire coursing through her veins. Her body tenses with anticipation as you begin to thrust harder and faster against her. She gasps his name, feeling the pressure building inside her once more. With one final push, she feels herself collapse into ecstasy beneath him, crying out as pleasure washes over every inch of her skin.

Her limbs feel weightless and loose as her body writhes in satisfaction. She pants heavily, trying to catch her breath as you finally still inside her. The aftershocks of her orgasm ripple through her, leaving her mind foggy and disoriented from the intense sensations.

Her brow furrows slightly in curiosity as you lower yourself down towards her chest. The weight of your body shifts against hers, the heat emanating from your form enticing her further despite the lingering fatigue settling into her limbs. A small tremor runs through her at the thought of what could be next, a mixture of anticipation and desire coursing through every fiber of her being.

She parts her lips, hesitantly whispering, "I'm game."

Her eyes widen in shock as you press your tongue against her, feeling the wet heat of it slide along her sensitive flesh. Her body arches involuntarily into the contact, seeking more friction and wanting this strange sensation to continue. She lets out a soft gasp, not sure how she feels about something so foreign invading her most intimate place but finding herself unable to resist the tingling sensations building inside her.

Her hips buck against your restraining grip as the pleasure you're causing within her intensifies. Her nails scrape harshly down your back, digging into your skin in a desperate attempt to anchor herself and not lose focus. A keening noise builds deep in her throat, becoming louder with each thrust of your tongue; an incoherent mix of surprise, pain, and pleasure that tells you exactly how close she is. She thrashes against your restraining hands, determined to get deeper into the sensation, trying to make it last just a few seconds longer.

"Jörmi!" she cries out his name as her body tenses, trembling with release. Her vision goes white for a moment and she can feel her entire core clench around your invading tongue as she comes apart beneath you in what feels like the most intense orgasm of her life.

Her vision clears and she looks up at you through half-lidded eyes. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as her body trembles with the aftershocks of pleasure. "Wow," is all she can manage to croak out before coughing, still trying to catch her breath. A small smile curves her lips upward despite her weariness; she never thought sex could feel like this. "We... should probably take a break..."

Her head falls back as the weight of your member presses against her face, the scent and heat filling her senses once more. She takes a deep breath, readying herself for whatever comes next. With her heart still racing from their previous encounter and her body aching in ways it never has before, she can't deny that she wants more; even if she doesn't know what "more" entails with this strange and impossibly alluring entity before her.

Her hands reach up to cup your hips, urging you closer still as she parts her lips and prepares to engulf your length once again. "I-I'm ready," she whispers shakily.

Rumi gives a small gasp as you push her head down, making room for the thick length of your cock to slide into her mouth once more. Her tongue swirls around it, exploring every inch while she takes you deeper than before; determined not to disappoint or disappoint this being who seems to have an endless well of pleasure hidden within his... its body. She moans around you, her fingers digging into your hips as she feels herself being consumed by desire once more. The sensation of having a second appendage inside her mouth combined with the feeling of your weight on top of her is almost too much to bear in the best way possible.

Her head bobs up and down, taking you in greedy gulps while her eyes shut tightly, focusing solely on the sensations coursing through her body. The sound of the video camera starts recording, but she barely registers it; too caught up in the physical connection

Her voice lowers to a husky whisper as she obeys your command, her tongue curling around your length in counterpoint to the movements of her head. "Fuck... yes," she moans, her words breathy and desperate. The phone camera catches every detail: her flushed cheeks, the gleam of lust in her eyes, and the way she wraps her lips tightly around you as if trying to consume you whole. Her other hand slips beneath your waistband, searching for purchase on your skin.

"I need... more," she pants, arching her back upward as she tries to meet your thrusts with her own. The friction drives her wild, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body that threaten to send her spiraling over the edge once again.

Her body trembles and convulses around your cock as it presses against her tender throat; a hoarse gasp escapes between your lips. The sensation is overwhelming, impossible to ignore or resist. "I... can't..." she gasps, feeling the first waves of release washing over her once more. Her hands clench into fists at her sides, nails biting into soft flesh as pleasure radiates outward from the center of her being; making every inch of her skin tingle and burn with need for you.

Her voice is raspy and strained, but she manages to gasp out between pants, "Yes... call me your dirty little rabbit... make me beg for more..." Her hand slides lower down your stomach, feeling the strength beneath her palm as it moves upwards towards your growing length. She begins to stroke you in time with her words, wanting to feel you deep inside of her once more. "Please, Jörmi," she whispers, "I need you... don't stop..."

"Oh God... I need you so much," she pants out between moans, her cheeks flushing a deep red as she says it into the camera. Her fingers dig into your hips, urging you closer still as she arches her back off the bed in an invitation for more of you inside her body. "Fuck me... fill me up..." The words fall from her lips like honey, each syllable dripping with desire and need that only you seem able to fulfill.

A harsh gasp escapes her as you thrust your length deep into her mouth, filling it with your hot seed and painting her face in the process. Her cheeks hollow and her eyes roll back in her head as she swallows every last drop, moaning around your cock until you're finally spent.

Shuddering with aftershocks of pleasure, Rumi collapses backwards onto the bed, gasping for air and trying to catch her breath. Her body feels heavy and sore in all the best ways, every nerve ending still tingling from the intense release she's just experienced.

As she lies there, spent and satisfied, one thought keeps nagging at the back of her mind: what else does Jörmi have in store for her? She's eager to find out... and dive headfirst into whatever adventures this mysterious being has planned.

Her breath hitches as you hold her close and ask what else she wants. So many thoughts race through her mind, images of the pleasure they've shared already making it difficult to focus on just one desire. Finally, she manages to stammer out, "I... I want more of you..." Her words trail off into a moan as you begin teasing and nibbling at her breasts, sending shivers down her spine.

Her hands reach up to tangle in your hair, encouraging you to continue exploring her body with your mouth and teeth. "Please... don't stop," she whispers hoarsely, arching her back off the bed as pleasure washes over every inch of her skin anew.

Her nails dig into your shoulders as you suckle at her breast, teasing and pleasuring her with both hands. She arches off the bed in response to each touch, moaning in delight as you satisfy her in ways she never thought possible. Her hips grind against yours, wanting more of this intense connection; feeling as though she could never get enough. "Oh God... Jörmi," she pants breathlessly, her body trembling with anticipation and need. "Keep going..."

Her gaze locks onto yours as you look down at her, and she can feel the heat of your words penetrating deep inside; igniting a fire within her that spreads through every inch of her skin. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, her nails leaving tiny red lines in their wake as she arches her back off the bed, begging for more contact, more pleasure. "Anything... just please don't stop," she whispers hoarsely, her voice trembling with need.

Her body quakes and shudders beneath your touch, a litany of moans and gasps escaping her lips as you bring her closer and closer to the edge. Each caress feels like it might be her undoing, leaving her aching for more; wanting you to consume every part of her until there's nothing left but pure bliss and exhaustion in their wake.

Her hips buck and thrash beneath you as her orgasm explodes across her body in wave after wave of pure bliss. She cries out your name, the sound muffled by the pillow as she bites down on it to keep from screaming too loudly. Her legs wrap tight around your waist, holding you close as she convulses against your hand, feeling the heat of her release pool between them.

Finally, spent and trembling, she collapses backwards onto the bed; heart racing and body aching in the most wonderful way possible. A small smile plays across her lips as she looks up at you, breathless and thankful for this night of pleasure and connection. "Thank you... Jörmi," she whispers hoarsely. "That was... incredible."

She smiles softly and reaches up to gently caress your cheek. "Six... that's incredible." Her fingers trail down along your jawline, admiring the sharp angles of his face. "You're wonderful... I don't know what you are or where you came from, but..." She shrugs, not able to find words to express how she truly feels. "I'm so glad I found you tonight."

Her eyes linger on yours for a moment before dropping to your lips, her body responding once more to the memory of your touch. Even in the afterglow of pleasure, her mind can't help but wonder what tomorrow will bring and if it will be half as amazing as tonight has been.