Historia flung her arms around his shoulders and dragged him into another kiss. This one was less shy - it was needy, it was greedy; Eren felt as if his breath was knocked out of him as she dragged her tongue into his mouth, tasting every part of him.
Historia's body was warm and eager, and it pressed against his in such a way that Eren could sense all of her: her breasts, her soft hips.
He gently placed his hands on her waist as he urged her closer. But then, as he kissed her back, his tongue drawing a moan from her lips, he sensed it too. Like a fire inside of him melting the ice, her frame making his blood boil, the taste of her sweetness putting him on edge.
Before he knew of it, he had her pressed against the wall, his sturdy body hovering over her smaller one as he deepened the kiss with need. She gasped into his mouth, her nails dragging down his chest again and again, forcing the fabric of his tee to jump up every time. "Oh God," she mumbled, her words almost swallowed by his mouth, "Oh God, Eren, I need you to touch me."
Eren dragged his hands up across her body. He could feel her warm skin through the fabric. When he wrenched it around his hands, the loose tie at her waist easily came undone, and the dress fell down to expose her breasts.
She pulled her dress completely open, grabbed his hand, and led him right between her legs to her sex. He could feel the wetness from her knickers on his fingertips. The moment she pushed him tight to her cunt, she groaned: "Keep going. Don't Stop!"
Eren felt everything in him tingle as his hand rubbed across Historia's sopping sex. He licked his lips and pushed two fingers into her spreading cunt. They sunk into her warm inner with a gasp from her lips.
She wriggled down onto his fingers, moaning as Eren took the opportunity to stroke her nub with his thumb in the same. She pushed tight to the wall as she panted.
Historia bit down on her lower lip as she reached out and grabbed Eren's jeans. She easily unzipped them, her gaze flickering between his face and his groin as she pulled his cock free of the fabric. He was growing hard and throbbed lightly in her small hand. Her hand had started moving up and down the length of his cock. As she teased his sensitive head with her soft palm, he buckled into her touch.
While jerking him off with her right hand, she drew her left one through his soft hair.
"Ymir is definitely jealous right now." Eren spoke with a gasp near her ear, biting her earlobe softly.
"Why?" Historia giggled as Eren made her shiver with desire; she moaned in pleasure as he played her like an instrument.
"Because she will never have the chance to look at you with that dress and tear it off of you. Only I get to see that, Historia." Eren said possessively with a deep voice that made her weak in her knees before kissing her lips once again.
Historia broke off their kiss with a wet smack and began to slowly drop to her knees, one hand remaining on his cock as she ran the other down his chest to his hip; meanwhile, she kept her eyes fixated on his own.
It was almost as if he were stuck in a trance, watching her as she stroked him softly with her hand before placing a large, wet kiss on the bulbous head. He sucked in a breath as she began to plant kisses down his length before repeating the motion in reverse order on the opposite side. She paused when she reached the tip of him, and Eren clenched his fists in frustration as she simply paused there, blowing cool air onto the velvety skin.
She knew what her teasing was doing to him. The smirk on her lips was a dead giveaway.
"Historia." he pleaded.
But she only continued to stroke him softly and slowly, swiping her tongue once onto the slit of his cock before smirking once more. His breathing grew ragged as he flexed the muscle of cock involuntarily when suddenly she opened her lips just enough to take a portion of him within.
She began to lightly suck on the pink flesh before opening her mouth fully and taking him into her awaiting mouth.
Eren threw his head back, an audible thud being made when he felt his cock slide against the top flesh of her tongue. He closed his eyes at the sensation of her mouth around his length but was quickly designed to open them at the feeling of Historia's nails digging into the flesh of his hip. She continued to bob her head at him, but the warning look in her eyes was clear.
Eren placed a hand on the back of her head but didn't presume to dictate the pace or tempo. He left the situation up to her as she began to take more and more of his length down her throat. Eventually, she slid his entire cock into her mouth, and Eren let out a groan as she pulled back, unshed tears in her eyes as a trail of saliva coated him.
He could already feel his climax building, and he estimated that it would only take a few more sucks before he blew his load, but Historia didn't take him back into her mouth.
"Historia-" He gasped as she took him into her sweet mouth once again, this time bobbing her mouth up and down. Eren moaned her name as he burst inside her; she moaned in pleasure as her mouth was filled with his delicious cum. She hummed as she swallowed it entirely before standing up.
"That was amazing!" Eren gasped, kissing her throat before gently biting it.
Eren grabbed hold of one of her legs, raising it onto his hip as he trapped her tight to the wall, her cunt spread and ready for him. Then, looking into her eyes, he easily let himself into her tightness with a long, slow roll of his hips.
As Eren's cock sunk into Historia, they both gasped and clung to one another. The warmth from her body overwhelmed Eren for a moment, and he blew a droplet of sweat off his upper lip as he groaned: "Fucking hell."
"I Love This, Eren!!" Historia purred, throwing her head back as she gazed up at the sky above. She was biting her lower lip, and Eren slipped his arm around her smaller back to help keep her upright. Her other leg was shivering.
He paused as he asked: "Are you okay?"
Historia chuckled. She closed her eyes, drew her chin down to her chest, and then peered up at him with a sultry smile. "I'll be okay," she said in a warm voice, "when you start making a mess of me."
Eren shook his head in silent awe, but he complied; he slightly withdrew himself before pushing back into her, his quick movement slamming her to the wall. He could hear the stone grind against his wedding clothes. Historia grunted and pressed her nose to his neck. Then, she whispered:
"Again," Eren rammed into her one more time. She seemed to enjoy his quick, harsh movements, so he picked up his pace of fucking. He would withdraw almost completely, then press himself deep into her cunt, making his balls slap to her soft skin. Every thrust earned a whimpering moan of pleasure from her, and it made him more keen to repeat.
As Eren rocked his hips, he took in sight before him: pretty Historia, her pale skin flushed to the same color of Mikasa's scarf, her golden hair spilling out around her face and shoulders, her lipstick smeared across her cheek.
The room was filled with the smell of sweat and sex and perfume, and her peach lipstick, the feeling of her warm, wet cunt closed tight around his throbbing cock.
He quickened his pace, his balls tightening, and he heard Historia whimper: "Oh, fuck, Eren, I need you to make me come so badly."
Eren couldn't stop himself from chuckling. "You look so cute, but talk so dirty," he said, amused.
Historia grabbed a stronger hold of his shoulders as she pushed her other leg upwards. Sensing her movements, Eren stepped closer to the wall, allowing her to swing her legs around his waist. The position forced him deeper into her velvety inner; she moaned as his length stroked down across her nub.
"I've waited too long," she said, looking into his eyes. Her violet ones were dark with desire. "I love it when you fuck me like this."
"How?" Eren asked.
Historia pushed a hand into his curls and grabbed a strong hold of his hair as she purred: "Like you own me." The way she said it sounded so good to Eren that he had to stop himself from coming there and then. Once more, she begged: "Please make me come, Eren!" and Eren reached down between them to rub his fingers to her nub as he continued to fuck her to the wall.
They were sweaty, and out of breath, and growing desperate. Their movements were quicker, their hands grabbed harder at one another, and their kisses grew wetter and less focused. Eren found himself biting down on her earlobe as he rounded her nub with his thumb, drawing sweet moans from her lips. "Someone will hear us," he warned.
"Oh, I hope they do!" Historia said. "I hope they hear how good you make me feel."
Eren flushed and pushed harshly into her, making Historia gasp one last time before she came. He could feel it on his hand; how her nub softened and her cunt tightened, and soon her whole body collapsed into his hold as if she was so spent she could not even hold on anymore.
Eren grunted and prodded her up against the stone, keeping her in place as he continued to fuck her through her orgasm. He could see her lips shiver, how her eyes rolled back, how her hands dragged at his shoulders as he continued to claim her cunt.
"Gods you'll make me sore," Historia whispered.
Eren bit his inner cheek as he groaned: "I'm almost there." She quickly hooked her legs around his waist as he slammed himself into her.
"Inside!" She demanded; Eren lost it, and he exploded deep inside her, rope after rope of cum filling her insides to the brim; Historia screamed out in pleasure, loving the feeling of his cum deep inside her. Slowly, she came back from the incredible feeling as he slowly pulled out of her, but they weren't done yet.
She kissed his lips and led him by hand to the bed in her room.
She sat down on the mattress, patting the place next to her.
He leaned down to kiss her lips once more before he began to trail butterfly kisses down her neck and to her chest.
He spread her legs wide and placed soft kisses on her inner thighs, alternating between each leg.
Eren moved over her body to position himself at her entrance, but Historia had other ideas in mind. Using her entire body for force, she rolled him onto his back and straddled him as she leaned into his ear.
"We're doing this time my way." she whispered, kissing the fleshy lobe of his ear.
Placing a hand on his chest, she raised herself slightly, using her other hand to guide him inside her.
Both lovers moaned as they felt the tip penetrate her folds, sliding smoothly into her silky walls.
"Oh, Gods yes..." she moaned, rocking her hips slightly.
"Fuck...Historia..."
She threw her head back, moaning loudly as she rode him, her hips gyrating with each contact of their bodies. Eren ran his right hand down to the flesh of her arse, squeezing before running his hand up her body towards her breast. He took her left breast within the grip of his right hand and squeezed, moving his left hand to the small of her back to push her down to him. Historia gasped when he took the nipple of her right breast into his hot mouth, sucking and teasing the peak, flicking and nibbling at it.
He could feel her cunt swallow his cock tighter and tighter, her wet heat beginning to convulse around him, and he knew she must have been as close as he.
"Oh, God, don't stop! Keep doing that," she cried, moving her hips frantically and impaling herself on his length with more vigor than before. Eventually, Eren could not stop himself from the pleasure of thrusting into her at his own pace. He snapped his hips up against her, her arse making contact and jiggling against his thighs as she bounced atop him. Eren continued to suck at her breast, squeezing the other as he felt his balls begin to tighten.
"Fuck! I'm close," she cried. "I'm close!"
He wanted to tell her that it was the same for him, but he instead focused his mouth on sucking at her flesh.
He grunted into her breast as she screamed; her walls clenched around his length, and Eren coated her walls white with his seed.
He released her breast with a wet pop, and Historia collapsed onto his chest, rolling her hips to ride out the waves of euphoria. His cock grew flaccid after spurting the last amount of seed, and he slid out of her sex.
They stayed silent with one another in their embrace.
"I-I love you, Eren!" Historia said amidst heavy breathing; she felt his arms around her, hugging her tightly.
"I love you, too. Historia."
Pieck
Is this the end? She wondered as she gazed down at her cuffed feet. Unlike Reiner, none of her limbs were cut off; something about Annie not wanting her to feel pain, but her little finger was sliced off, and something was secured on the top to make sure she wouldn't regrow it.
Apparently, Annie had talked for her, trying to convince the higher-ups to let her live. A girl named Petra told her that Annie didn't want her executed, but she didn't care anymore what Annie wanted.
She betrayed me; she betrayed our comrades, Pieck thought with growing anger. Her teeth dug into her lower lip, enough to draw blood, but she didn't dare even to try to transform; it was not like she would be able to get far even if she was able to.
I'm sorry, Father, but this is the end for me, she thought in despair, her eyes burning with unshed tears, when the door that led to the room opened. Pieck looked away, her eyes staring at the wall, knowing it was probably Annie who had come once again to try and convince her to change sides.
The girl, Petra, had tried to convince her too, saying she was being fed as good as she was because of Annie's insistence, but Pieck didn't care; she wasn't one to change sides. She was no traitor to her comrades.
She heard the door of her cell open and the sound of the square plate filled with food placed on the floor; she expected to hear Annie's voice when a voice she had never heard before spoke.
"So you must be Pieck Finger." His voice was deep and firm. She quickly looked up to see a face she didn't remember seeing before, but she noticed something about his face. He reminded her of Zeke, but unlike him, this one had dark hair and green emerald eyes that seemed to glitter in the darkness.
"Who are you?"
Important Note: Alright, we have offically reached the Final Arc of this Story. The next chapter will have Eren and Pieck finally meeting, and disccusing her future.