They’re like her two well-trained dogs teaching the new puppy, and Midnight can’t help but coo at them, scritching them beneath their chins and tugging at the collars she wrapped around their throats.

AllMight is sitting off to the side, squirming on the soft pillow she put out especially for him, and watches how her boys kneel for her; Eraser straight-backed and perfect albeit tired looking, and Mic a bit too overachieving; shoulder blades a little too far back, practically vibrating in place with his eagerness to serve.

She’s been apprehensive to take herself a third submissive – two are already a good handful – but AllMight is so earnest and studious and sweet that she just had to catch him and coax him into her den. 

She can’t bare the thought of him getting into the wrong hands and being mistreated.

She chooses Mic first, because he needs to be put through the wringer before he can truly settle down, and Eraser is patient enough to stay on his place and watch while she gently tucks Mic towards towards the padded stool, walking slow enough that he can crawl comfortably, his face rubbing against her thigh as affectionately as a cat.

She thought it would maybe scare AllMight to see the paddling, but his clear blue eyes are shimmering as he stares, his big mouth not smiling for once as it hangs open to let him pant.

Midnight can’t wait to sit on that broad, strong jaw and have her lick her for hours.

He starts squirming in sympathy when she begins paddling Mic. He is quiet at first, still thrumming with energy, and restless, but she begins getting to him soon enough.

He’s loud – of course he is, it is difficult for him to control his quirk like this – but when it gets to be too much; when he gnashes his teeth and his whimpers slip through in a way that makes bones rattle uncomfortably – he is suddenly very quiet and subdued.

A glance over shows how Eraser’s tired eyes are glinting red as he stares at Mic, and Midnight notes that he will get an extra nice orgasm for being a good boy.

When she’s done; her arm smarting and Mic lying across the stool, whining and exhausted and as languid as she’s ever seen him, she crooks her finger at AllMight, and the big submissive comes crawling immediately. A bit clumsy in his haste but so very earnest.

She lets him cuddle with Mic while she advances on Eraser, catching glimpses of him rubbing his cheek against the warmed-up ass – and his big hand skirting gently between Mic’s thighs who eagerly spreads them.

She smiles, crouching down next to Eraser and slipping one hand into his thick, untamed hair; pulling him close until his head is cushioned on her tits and she can hear him exhale long and slow and relieved as his slim body starts collapsing against her.

“Let’s show him now what a sweet boy you can be for me, hm?”