"EREH… EREH… DON'T… DON'T STOP, EREHHHH! I'M—I'M TOO CLOSE!"
"AHHHH… FUCK! DON'T SQUEEZE SO HARD, YOU'LL RIP IT OFF!"
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Mikasa lay beside Eren, a satisfied smile playing on her lips as Eren slumped lifelessly onto the bed. His arms and legs sprawled like a broken marionette, eyes vacant as he stared at the ceiling. A thin line of drool trailed from the corner of his mouth, his breath shallow and ragged.
Steam visibly rose from his lower half, a tragic battlefield of overexertion. His manhood had been mercilessly taxed, his testicles practically pulverized, and his pelvis felt like shattered glass.
Behind them, Erika let out a sharp wail, snapping Eren's blank gaze toward the source of the noise. His lips quivered, followed by a weak hiccup. Mikasa, noticing his state, leaned over him, poking his flushed cheeks with a teasing grin.
"Aw, Ereh… Babe, are you okay?" she cooed, her voice dripping with mock concern.
Eren's response was a pitiful hiccup, no words, no strength—just a broken shell of a man. Mikasa chuckled, leaning closer to press a soft kiss on his dry, chapped lips. "Guess I'll let you off the hook for today, darrrrling." she said smugly, resting her head on his chest.
As her breathing slowed, she nestled into him like a contented cat. Meanwhile, Eren's unfocused eyes remained fixed on the ceiling, his mind barely clinging to consciousness as he muttered to himself, "How... am I still alive?"
Just a couple of hours later sunlight filtered gently through the thin, translucent curtains, bathing the room in a golden glow. The warm rays kissed Mikasa's face, coaxing her charcoal-blue eyes open. She stirred, blinking groggily, only to find herself surrounded by a fortress of pillows.
"Eh?" Her voice wavered with surprise as she bolted upright, her gaze darting around the room in confusion. "Ereh! EREHHHH!!" she shouted, her heart skipping a beat.
Her frantic search halted for a while as her eyes landed on a small white bundle nestled in the cradle, peacefully undisturbed. Relief softened her features, but worry lingered.
Mikasa rose quickly, brushing back her messy hair. "Where… where is Ereh? There's plenty of food and wood… he wouldn't have gone out—" Her words faltered when her eyes locked onto a pitiful figure.
There, crawling across the wooden floor with the determination of a man clinging to life, was Eren. He clutched the doorknob, his trembling hand barely managing to twist it open.
The sunlight poured in, casting a halo over his disheveled form as he rasped out like an ancient sage, "Light... I'm... I'm coming..."
His voice was hoarse, weathered, and dry—eerily resembling that of an old man recounting a bygone era.
Before Eren could savor his dramatic moment, Mikasa appeared behind him like a silent shadow. A wicked smile tugged at her lips as she wrapped her arms around his waist, her fingers trailing along his abs.
"Good morning… honey," she murmured in a sultry tone, her breath warm against his ear as she started to nibble it. Her hands moved lower with deliberate mischief, her grip tightening around his manhood.
Eren froze, his entire body stiffening like a deer caught in headlights. "M-Mikasa?!" he croaked, his earlier bravado completely shattered.
Eren's face twisted into a mix of exhaustion and dread as he slumped against the doorframe. His earlier triumphant crawl toward freedom had turned into an awkward standoff with his overly affectionate wife.
"Mika-chan," he muttered, his voice still raspy. "Can't I have one morning… just one… without feeling like I'm being hunted?"
She chuckled softly, her lips brushing against his neck. "Hunted? Oh, Eren, you make it sound so dramatic," she teased, her grip loosening as her hands trailed back up to his chest. "I'm just making sure my husband doesn't forget who he belongs to."
Eren sighed, his forehead resting against the door. "Trust me, Mikasa… after last night, there's no way I could forget." His legs trembled slightly, and he shifted uncomfortably under her touch.
Satisfied with his response, Mikasa finally released him, stepping back with a smug grin. "Good. Now, come back inside before you catch a cold. You still have a lot of recovering to do," she said, tugging lightly on his arm.
Eren turned slowly, his expression somewhere between exasperation and defeat. "Recovering from what? From you turning me into a human ragdoll? Or from you stealing all the pillows in the middle of the night?"
Mikasa feigned innocence, her wide eyes peering down at him as her hair brushed lightly against his chest. "Ereh... He... He never scolded me like this..." Her hands clasped together, head tilting until her gaze locked with his. "Does... does Ereh hate me now?"
Eren swallowed hard, his cheeks flushing crimson. He couldn't tell if this was an act or if she was genuinely concerned. Her expression was so convincing it made his heart ache.
He sighed, leaning forward to press his lips gently against hers. His hand brushed against her scarlet cheeks, feeling their warmth. When he pulled back, his eyes lingered on hers—those kitten-like orbs shimmering with something soft and vulnerable.
"Ereh… Ereh still loves me?" she whispered, her voice trembling just enough to sound earnest.
He nodded, exhaustion evident in his features.
Her lips curled into a smile, one of pure, innocent joy, as she wrapped her arms around him. "I love Ereh too…" she murmured, their bodies pressing together. He could feel her growing swell against his abdomen, the unmistakable signs of her motherhood blending seamlessly with her youthful energy. Despite her childish playfulness and enthusiastic teasing, she radiated a beauty that was both tender and commanding.
"Eh?" Eren gasped, startled, as Mikasa's hands found their way to his ass, giving it a couple of playful squeezes.
She grinned at him, mischief twinkling in her eyes. "Ereh… Then you'll be willing to do anything for me, won't you?"
Eren gulped, realizing her playful innocence had turned into something much more mischievous. She was acting. He hesitated, unsure of how to respond, and her kitten-like expression returned, amplifying her charm tenfold.
"Ereh… You aren't?" she asked, her voice soft and disarming.
"Yes, your majesty," Eren replied, his tone laced with sarcasm, though his heart raced.
"Then, peasant, come with me…" she commanded with a mock regal air.
Before Eren could fully process what was happening, Mikasa hoisted him effortlessly over her shoulder and carried him off to the room once again.
Not long after, Eren's muffled cries echoed through the morning air, followed closely by Erika's cries from her cradle, as if in solidarity.