Izumi had a lot of questions.

A lot of questions.

Nearly all of them were directed at her current situation.

She was in a bed - naked - a very large and lavish bed that was just so unbelievably comfortable it made the bed she stayed at in the king's palace feel like a hay filled cart on a bumpy road. The room, which given the size of the bed, she thought would be much larger. But rather it was both extravagant and modest all at once. Large red curtains let in just enough sunlight to make her think she was back home, and her mother was going to come and yell at her for sleeping in.

She wasn't.

She was really far away from that home all things considered. Like really, really far away. She'd have to look at a map or something to figure out just how far. Or she could ask Mei. Though, while Mei knew a lot - like a lot a lot - things like, geography, much like war, politics, social grace, tact, and a little thing called common sense, seemed to elude her.

So far, things had been a lot nicer in the lands of the demons than she would have thought. Honestly, all the pictures that she had seen of the place were of wastelands with volcanoes in the background. Was there even an area like that here? Hell, life for most people here seemed better than in the capital.

Things like slavery, for example, were actually banned, and necromancy had fallen out of favor for golemancy or skilled laborers.

All of it just sounded wonderful. And Izumi would have believed these changes in a heartbeat.

But. She couldn't believe the one that had caused all of those changes.

Not for one single second.

Izumi looked to her right and saw the pink hair of Mei Hatsume, the current ruler of the demon world, sleeping. It was about the only time that Mei stopped talking, fidgeting, or being a general nuisance to just about anything that could be considered normal. Even Izumi, who was the hero destined to slay the demon king - or queen - and bring peace to the lands for another fifty or so years, had been affected by the strange demon's strangeness.

Blinking, Izumi felt her cheeks grow red as she looked at the naked form of Mei. A red sheet was draped over the girls wide, full hips that were sticking out that extra bit because of how the girl was laying. The natural curves of Mei's body were highlighted by the blanket barely covering those tender bits between the girl's legs, while the lines of her stomach formed a slight but visible V as though guiding Izumi to treasures. Mei's slender stomach was on full display, it still shined from last night's activities and was just one of the most beautiful stomachs Izumi had ever seen, and she had been in several locker rooms filled with some of the most beautiful, fit, and amazing female warriors in the land. Not that Mei's stomach had as much muscle on it, but it was just a slender, curvy waist that tapered to her hips perfectly.

Then there were Mei's tits. Izumi couldn't even call them breasts, it felt like an insult to all those that had breasts and an insult to Mei's spectacular pair. They drooped slightly, one falling on top of the other as though to remind her that yes, while Mei's rack was amazing it still occasionally obeyed the laws of gravity. The soft pink flesh was marred by numerous light bruises from where Izumi had been a bit over eager.

Was she supposed to slay the demon queen or or lay her?

Well she certainly did the latter.

A dark purple tail flicked behind Mei, it was slender and whip-like with an unusual tip that looked like a thick rounded hammer, but actually had numerous different tips that Mei could bring out and use. The girl's dark purple demon wings were currently hidden, but they were easily large enough to cover both of their bodies if Mei ever bothered to be romantic. Which as a succubus she was actually terrible at. Hell, the girl barely had any interest in sex!

Izumi, the hero, had to drag her to bed! She! Someone who was supposed to have a pure heart dragged a demon to bed. And not just any demon. A succubus. And not just any succubus. The demon queen.

Izumi glared up at Mei's head. The girl's pink hair and dark purple horns gave her an exotic dangerous look.

The way that she was currently snoring and drooling on the pillow almost canceled every single sexy part about Mei's body. Well, not quite. She was cute when she was sleeping.

Dammit.

Izumi looked up towards the red velvet canopy of their bed. This had been their first real time sharing it. But still.

"How the hell did things end up this way?"

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"Do you, Izumi Midoriya, chosen of Deku, and hero of Man take Mei Hatsume to be your-"

Woah woah woah! Not that! That wasn't how she ended up married to the demon queen! That was her marrying the demon queen!

She needed to go further back.

To when she first met Mei.

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"Hey."

Izumi looked to her right, she had just finished a quest and obtained All Might's powerful sword One for All after completing the numerous trials he had left behind. It was a solo venture, deep within the kingdom so the roads were safe and if a bit on the untamed side. Though, technically this stretch of the road was easily the closest part of the demon lands. The very place where she would be leading an army within a year.

But that border was still dozens of miles away.

So, how was there a demon here?

Why was there a demon here? And why were they sitting on a rock waving Izumi over like they were old friends.

"Uhhh," Izumi blinked and looked the demon up and down. She was an ogre, a tall muscular humanoid that had had a few feet on normal humans. Or at least that's what Izumi thought she was. This woman was indeed tall, and her skin was on the red side, her orange hair was tied into a loose ponytail that fell off to one side of her head. Really, she would have just looked like a tall muscular humanoid woman if it weren't for the black horn on her head. "Ogres can speak English?"

They also had an extra set of arms.

The ogre in question looked offended and crossed her arms looking far more annoyed and far more human than Izumi had thought possible. Any time she had seen or heard of an Ogre they were just mindless killing machines. "Really? We're not all that stupid. And we prefer the term Oni. Also, before you say something insensitive again, my name is Itsuka."

Ahh. "Oh! Sorry I!"

Wait, why was she apologizing to a demon?

"There! Right there!" Ituska pointed a large red finger towards Izumi while crossing her low set of arms under her chest. "You just wondered why you were apologizing to a demon. You humans are all the same."

"I'm sorry?" Izumi asked. For her first encounter with a demon that wasn't a mindless force of pure destruction this was going a lot differently than she thought it would. Honestly she thought there would be more yelling, a lot more blood, and righteous might flowing through her. "But, umm, why are you here Itsuka? Aren't you a long way away from home? And shouldn't you be running away from me?"

"Ehh? Why you're not that ugly. You're actually kind of cute for a human."

"What?"

"You're kind of cute for a human. I know you guys don't have the best hearing but come on, I'm speaking clearly here." Itsuka patted her knees and then smiled widely. "But why would I run from you?"

"I mean, I'm the destined hero."

"I know."

"The one that's supposed to kill your leader, the demon king-"

"Queen actually, and that's why I'm here." Itsuka rolled her neck and popped her jaw.

"What?" Izumi drew her blade, feeling One for All's numerous blessings wash over her. "Are you here to kill me? I just got the sword! Can't I have-"

Itsuka laughed. She laughed hard. "No no no, I'm not here to kill you. Do you really think I'd wave to you and talk to you if that was the case? I mean, you're walking. Alone. I could just wait for you to make camp and then try. But no I'm not here to kill you."

"Then why are you here?" Izumi placed One for All back in its scabbard. She had always been good at reading people but Itsuka was a demon. And demons weren't known for being trustworthy. Well ogres, err, oni weren't known for talking in whole sentences.

"To invite you to talk to the queen. Believe it or not she has zero interest in a war." Itsuka shrugged all four arms.

"And why should I trust you?" Izumi narrowed her eyes and crossed her own arms.

"Do you ask that question to humans you meet or just me because I'm a demon?" Itsuka sighed and stood to her full towering height, one set of arms stretching behind her back while another mirrored it. "Look, I get it. I'm a big scary demon. I'm sure you've had stories told about how we came to this world and started to fight with you humans. And yeah our ancestors were pricks but they didn't want to be here either."

"What are you saying?" Izumi asked, feeling her arms slide down. She never thought much about how the demons felt about the countless crusades that humans had waged on their land.

"Mei isn't a fighter. She's not much of a leader either. But she's the best that the demons have ever had. I don't want to see you take that sword and end her. But. She wants to talk to you, girl to girl, to try to stop this war before it starts again." Itsuka took a step closer and extended a large scarred red hand towards Izumi. "So hero, what do you say. Want to try and live up to that name?"

"It's not a trap?" Izumi asked, looking at Itsuka's hand. This wasn't how demons were supposed to act. Not how she thought they should act.

"Yes. A trap where we bring the wielder of the unstoppable sword that's killed every one of our leaders since we came here." Itsuka rolled her eyes. "Look. I'm a sarcastic asshole but I won't lie to you. There are demons that want this war. They might try to come at you. But that's why I'm here."

Izumi stared at that hand for a few seconds. Worse comes to worse she did have One for All. "Fine. I'll go see your queen."

"Awesome! Now come on, my ride's over here!"

Located behind the small grove that bordered the road was a contraption unlike anything that Izumi had ever seen. It was smaller than a carriage, and made of metal and other materials that gave it a completely out of this world design. The wheels were black, and covered in some black bumpy substance that looked as though it was cracked on purpose with each ridge and tip having a uniform neat shape. A set of bars jutted out from the front two wheels that were so close together they might as well one, the back was a much larger and thicker wheel that was made just like the front two wheels.

Angular metal plates covered key locations, making it look like a metalic horse built for war. Even the padded seats looked to be made of some new demonic material.

Itsuka stepped around and mounted the bike. She grabbed the bars at the top and then kicked something with her legs. It sounded like a demon rousing from its slumber and charging to battle. Or perhaps a thousand dire boars going on a rampage. "Alright so-"

"What on earth is that?" Izumi shouted, pointing her legendary sword at it.

Itsuka blinked and moved one hand to nudge Izumi's arms off to the side, the demon's other hands were clapped in front of her face as her green, oh so human-like eyes, met Izumi's. "Please don't destroy my bike. Mei made it for me and I love it. It's also how we're going to travel. And I'd rather not walk."

This was their means of travel? And the demon queen made this for Itsuka? What kind of person was the queen? "Is it safe? It's not powered by soul sucking magic is it?"

"Uhh, no, I think it's powered by the corpses of creatures that have died a long long time ago. But its not magic. Not entirely at any rate. Now hop on." Itsuka reached behind her and placed a sleek helmet on her head and offered one to Izumi. "Oh, and safety first."

Izumi stared at the helmet for a few moments and glanced at the bike. Well, it didn't look alive. So maybe it was safe. She placed the helmet on and sat on the back behind Ituska. The demon's lower arms moved back and grabbed Izumi's arms and forced them around her muscular waist.

She was now hugging a demon from behind.

It felt like she was hugging a big red tree made of muscles. Oddly enough, Itsuka also smelled like cinnamon.

The contraption she was sitting on roared and the wheels turned on their own, pushing forward. Darting over the flat plains with more speed than a horse. The scenery flew past Izumi as she watched the road and the forest vanish behind them. Well she guessed going to see the king could wait a bit.

Still, one way or another she was going to bring peace to the land and make sure that war wouldn't happen.

Her stomach twisted and dropped when Itsuka made a particularly sharp turn to avoid a town. "Itsuka I'm going to-"

The bike came to a screeching halt and Itsuka had her off the bike and staring at the ground while patting her back, all while Izumi lost her lunch.

"Yeah, I remember my first ride too. You'll get used to it though."

When she finally got to the demon capital with Ituska, Izumi swore off ever riding on one of those contraptions ever again and cursed their creator.

Even if they were a lot faster than a horse.

AN: this was an excuse to write more Thicc Demon Succubus Mei.

Also. I wanted to write Yuri.