Ten years.
She was always quiet. Always reserved. Always unsatisfied.
Mikasa stood before the mirror, her reflection a distant and hollow figure of the woman she once was. The last descendant of the her clan that stayed on Paradis Island. Humanity's strongest soldier after Levi's retirement. The room was filled with the soft, warm glow of the morning sun, but no amount of light could dispel the darkness that had settled in her heart.
It had been ten years since the climactic events that had changed the course of her life. Ten years since Eren Yeager passed from the world. Ten years since she was shown what could have been.
Her fingers nervously traced the delicate lace of her wedding gown. She never thought she would be here, preparing to marry a man other than Eren, the person who had been the center of her world. The world had moved on. Armin, Levi, Jean, everyone, yet Mikasa alone remained trapped in the past.
She heard the bustling of activity outside the door and took a deep breath and turned away from the mirror, her reflection still a stranger. The door opened, and her bridesmaids entered.
Eventually, everyone left, except her.
Historia, the Queen of the Walls, or so she used to be.
Historia stayed behind because she understood—or at the very least, Mikasa thought she understood. "You look stunning in that dress," Historia said, offering a warm smile.
Mikasa failed to form a small smile in return. "I know."
Historia stood quiet, staring at the mirror, at each other. "I know, Mikasa. The loss of Eren... It's a wound that may never fully heal."
Mikasa's eyes glistened with unshed tears. An erratic breath left her. "With Eren, I-I believed we would have more time. I believed we would be able to save him from himself."
Historia did not move to comfort her. "You did everything you could. Eren made his choices, and in the end, we all had to live with the consequences. But you're not alone in this, Mikasa. You have friends who care about you, who want to see you find happiness again."
Mikasa turned to Historia, her lips trembling. "But what if I can't, Historia? What if I can never truly love someone else the way I loved Eren?"
Historia met her gaze with unwavering support. "Love is a complicated thing, Mikasa. It's not something that can be rushed or forced. It takes time, and it's okay to be unsure. You don't have to have all the answers right now."
Mikasa's shoulders sagged. "I just wish things were different, that Eren was still here."
"I know, Mikasa. But we have to move forward, and it's okay to let yourself heal, even if it takes time." Suddenly, a strange glint gleamed in her blue eyes. "And who knows? Maybe tonight you'll feel something that you didn't expect. I know I did."
Mikasa didn't understand. Was she really talking about her night with her husband, the farmer? She bit her bottom lip. 'She might have been able to move on from Ymir, but I…'
She shut her eyes. The wedding. Ignore the bad thoughts and focus on the wedding.
***
The chapel, the people, the friends, it all almost felt like it was for show. The small, modest wedding wasn't what Mikasa imagined it would be. She wasn't sure if it would ever be without Eren.
Her eyes darkened.
Mikasa walked down the aisle with measured steps, gaze cast down. Her groom was a kind man, suited for the occasion. Truly, he was, his eyes filled with hope and expectation. But he was not Eren. He was tall, he was handsome, he was patient, and not Eren.
Mikasa herself was a vision of timeless elegance. Her dress was without shoulder support, A trail of the white dress flowed behind her.
Asian, stale grey eyes, hair down in a low ponytail, and a cleavage that surpassed expectations. Without question, Mikasa Ackerman was a beauty. A lucky choice, even if she carried the red scarf Eren gave her in her hands. It was her makeshift bouquet and her husband allowed it.
When she climbed the altar, he barely cast the scarf a look. Her husband just smiled down at her, hands folded. When Mikasa wrapped the red scarf around her, he didn't mind.
The ceremony passed in a blur, the words of the officiant a distant hum in her ears. So were her bridesmaids.
So was her husband.
"—take you, Mikasa, to be my lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, until death do us part."
She waited for her turn and exchanged vows, but the words felt empty and hollow, like the echoes of a love she once knew. As they exchanged rings, Mikasa couldn't help but remember the moments she shared with Eren, the promise of a future that would never be.
Then they kissed.
***
The night of consummating. The night of sex. After everyone left, she and her husband went to their room. It was a large place with a king-sized bed and an incredible view of the outside world. It was their new home—one part of their new home.
Mikasa didn't smile the whole time she was by his side. She liked him, yet when she envisioned her husband, she saw someone else.
Her husband sat on the bed, his black already put away. He loosened his tie and tossed that aside too.
But Mikasa? She kept wearing that red scarf of hers.
"Phew! That sure was stuffy," he said. Mikasa stood there, silent. He smiled at her. "Come on, sit. You must be exhausted."
"I'm not."
"Really?"
"Yes."
After the training she did, sitting down for hours did nothing.
"Maybe relax and take off some of that dress? It must get hot in here."
'Take it off?' Her eyes narrowed slightly. What a pervert. Oh well, she couldn't blame him either. This was what she anticipated would happen anyway.
Rather than acknowledge his suggestion, she walked up to him. Her husband stared up at her and she could feel his gaze linger on her breasts.
Then, she dropped down on her knees and started unbuckling his belt.
"W-wait, Mikasa," her husband began, panicking.
"Wait?"
She surgically pulled out the belt and tossed it aside. In record time, she unzipped his pants too.
"I-if you don't want to, we don't have to—"
Mikasa ignored his protests. "I want to," she said simply. Her face blank, her husband let her pull his pants off. He helped her kick them off.
At last, there were his boxers. He must have been pent up because he could already see a huge bulge in his boxers. His butt barely on the edge of the bed, she could very easily pull them down.
'Hard already. Hm.'
Mikasa's fingers hooked onto the waistband.
Thwap!
"E-eh…?"
A heavy mass slapped her chin and fell on her head. Her eyes went and slowly trailed up.
Mikasa gasped. Never in her life had she ever been this wrong.
What sat on top of her head was a horse cock.
Longer and thicker than she had ever known, and that was while still being flaccid. She counted, 'One, two, three, four, five, six…' Mikasa swallowed the nerves in her throat. No way, no way! He wasn't just longer, her husband was absurdly thicker too!
Her eyes fell and wound up staring at an absolute unit of a nutsack. Balls with a particular weight that lowered the sack. Their size rivalled her fists.
Instinctively, she touch said fists to double-check. Yep, she was not imagining it. Her eyes were not deceiving her.
"Hey, you alright?" Her husband beamed down at her as if there was nothing wrong. Mikasa exhaled.
"N-no…"
No issue. No really! She had killed Titans before! This was nothing!
She huddled back till the length could flop down between his legs. Now, she could see it. Feel it.
She touched her red scarf and prayed for Eren's strength and blessing.
Her fingers touched as she wrapped around the girth. As she started pumping, that soon changed. Throb, throb, throb! The greatness in size was overwhelming. The elongating of his length and girth shocked Mikasa to her core.
"God, Mikasa, you're so good at this…!" Her husband winced. Blood rushed to his member faster. Instinctively, Mikasa stroked him faster in turn. "W-wow, okay!"
Mikasa didn't stop. She kept stroking till he was at his peak.
What a peak it was.
The tip of his dick touched the space between her brow. Pre-cum smeared her and she shifted back to wipe it with her finger.
She stared at the smidge of white sperm. She inhaled and popped it into her mouth. 'I-it's…good. Salty but good.'
She opened her mouth and took him in. Her mouth went into an O-shape trying to take him in. His mushroom head swallowed, she was left with the remainder of his shaft.
Her two hands began stroking. Her lips went further and further, swallowing more and more. She hit her gag reflex and smoothly ignored it, her alternate reality experiencing kicking in.
"Mikasa, y-you–!" A groan erupted from his lips. "You're so good at this!"
Her husband loved it. Mikasa could have gone deeper but she chose to bob only the glans. The first four inches. The shaft was being pleasured by her hands, twisting and turning and giving that extra tight pleasure he needed.
Her mouth was wet and did its work. So did her tongue, lolling around his girth.
He throbbed harder and harder. She could feel pre-cum in the back of her throat.
Spurt, spurt, spurt!
Like a tidal wave, he rumbled and came. Her husband grabbed her head, burying his cock further down her neck, and came. His baby batter was thick and gooey. She could already feel how different it was.
Then, seeing her struggle, her husband pulled out.
Pop!
Mikasa turned and coughed, unable to escape the jets of pearly white across her shoulders, face, and hair.
Yes, even the scarf. The red scarf Eren gave her. But she didn't mind. Back during the war, dirt and blood would regularly taint the scarf. Her husband's baby batter would be no different.
Ten seconds passed. Mikasa sat there and attempted to face the throbbing cock, only to have a line of cum land on her cheek.
Twenty, thirty, forty seconds of non-stop pulsing and shotgun-like shooting. Midway through, Mikasa opened her mouth and simply let him aim in her mouth. Her husband, wanting to minimize the clean, held his cock and jerked it off till it was done. His aim wasn't perfect but it did direct everything inside.
Closing her mouth, Mikasa chewed. 'Bitter! But…good.'
"Want to get on the bed?" Her husband asked kindly. Seconds passed and he took his white collar shirt off. His thick, erect cock bounced as he shifted back to give room for her to join him. "Take off your dress. I'll wait."
It didn't end. His stamina was better than her—managing to stay hard without going limp for even a second after climax.
Mikasa couldn't understand it.
He was still fucking hard!
Her curiosity was getting to her. A certain heat forced her to rub her legs together.
'I…I have to do this.' Mikasa said she would. All for the marriage, right? All for moving on.
Mikasa remembered what Historia said: "And who knows? Maybe tonight you'll feel something that you didn't expect. I know I did."
Right. Just for tonight, she should have fun. Do the unexpected.
Mikasa discarded her wedding dress, her eyes never leaving her husband's long member. The man's smile grew as he watched her in kind. His eyes travelled down her shoulders to her breasts and eventually her wet cunt. From the inside of her thigh, there was a happy trail.
Mikasa fell into his embrace, his cock rubbing between her legs. She didn't kiss, simply burying her nose into his shoulder and letting her husband absorb her scent. He loved her. That much was true.
Her husband gently put her down on the bed and laid his pipe on her stomach. Mikasa shivered. Her abdomen was well-toned and her breasts were C-cups.
Standing on his knees, cock on her abs, her husband grabbed her ankles and heaved them over his shoulder. He then positioned himself till his tip tempted to ram into her, ready and excited.
"Mikasa…" Her husband smiled down at her. "Are you ready?"
"Mhm." Mikasa inhaled. She held onto her red scarf. "Yes."
Consent given, her husband brightened up while his dick throbbed madly. He must have been waiting for a long time to do this.
Mikasa just remembered: in this reality, she was a virgin.
Meaning, the only cock to ever penetrate her would be—
"Wai—"
Her world turned into stars. An orgasm amplified by millions of pleasure receptors. A sensation that could only be blessed to a virgin feeling a great cock. A cock that fit her. A cock that she deserved.
A cock that filled her after ten years of no dick.
Of course she would orgasm like no other. Of course the twenty-nine year old virgin would see heaven.
"Sorry, did you say something?" Her husband asked. Too little, too late.
"Jussst…" Mikasa found herself biting back an undignified moan. "Deeper….mmmph…!❤"
Six inches were in and she saw heaven. She entered the realm of euphoria.
Every inch after that was a state she couldn't describe. Pure contentment flooded her system. A writhing love that she simply couldn't resist.
Her walls were getting stretched. The entrance of her cunt seemed like a tiny little thing. A mere hole for his battering ram cock to show inside.
"Ahhh, here it is."
Her husband sounded quite proud of himself. It should have been the opposite. Mikasa should have been proud that she could take his twelve-incher in the first place, girth and length and all.
He was parked inside her deepest parts. Mikasa, eyes rolled back, looked like she was in her own world. Her husband chuckled.
Her pussy clenched around him. He didn't mind. She came and fluids slathered his length. Once more, he didn't mind.
He loved watching her pant. He loved seeing Mikasa so desperate and meek. He loved her loving his cock.
Mikasa regained her breath and a shred of her dignity. Her magnificent breasts wobbled while her abs sheened. Glorious, glorious abs.
Her husband put a hand on them and pressed. He felt the cock underneath. His cock. The pride returned.
"Alright, I'll start moving."
'W-wait, he hasn't moved—' Mikasa froze. 'Oh n—'
"Mmmmh!❤ Oooh~!❤" At the first sign of backing away Mikasa peeped out a moan. Her husband laughed at her reaction, especially as she clapped her hands over her mouth.
"Last warning." Her husband adjusted her legs which were on his shoulders. "Ready?"
Hesitantly, Mikasa nodded.
His face hovered over her and he started thrusting.
She was NOT ready.
His thrusts caused ripples in her walls. Pleasure she had never had in her life.
"Mmph!❤ Mmmph!❤ Mwhhh!❤" She muffled her moans, to no avail. At some point, she needed yo breathe. At some point, she needed to release it.
"Come on, Mikasa."
Thrust, thrust, thrust.
Still above her, smiling kindly, he fucked her hard and nice. "I want to hear you."
She released her hands. That was when her cunt became really tight. "Oooh~!❤ Mmmph!❤ Aaah~!❤ Ah! Ah! Ah~! Mmh!❤ Oh!❤ Ooh! Oh!❤"
His balls slapped her. He kept pounding into her. He was like a never ending cycle of mind boggling euphoria. Satisfaction that seemed to never slow.
Did he practice for this? strong and steady and rhythmic, which is amplified by a much larger and heavier cock.
How was he doing this?
Mikasa held onto her scarf and could feel the tears running down her cheeks.
Her husband took it as a sign of life. She didn't think it was possible but he picked up the pace and lowered his face.
"I love you, Mikasa!"
"I-I….mph!"
Fuck, she was cumming for the third time today. Thrust, thrust, thrust. So casual yet so athletic and overwhelming.
Her husband leaned down and whispered in her ear. "I'm going to cum inside."
Mikasa went wide-eyed. 'No, no, no! That's only for—'
Her thoughts and her voice disagreed. "Yes," she breathed out huskily.
So he came inside her. As expected, it was long and it felt like a plug was inside with his cock lodged in her cunt. It wasn't until he pulled out that she understood just how much cum he pumped inside her.
Globs of his white thickness poured out. Without a cock, it was a river without end. Simply pouring onto the bed. Simply flooding out.
'So much cum…'
So much cum that she felt ashamed of herself. She felt like a whore. A used up whore who got creampied and abandoned.
But her husband was there, his glistening dick sitting on her hard abs like they were nothing.
"I hope you're up for another round." Her husband smiled. "I think I can go at least Five more rounds."
'Five…?' Her gaze and then jaw dropped. 'He's still hard!? How!? Nobody could—not after releases like those!'
Reality was reality, however. A cock was requesting her pussy again. Mikasa's answer?
"Y-yes."
She gulped. Her husband's cock quivered and let pre-cum dribble. Plop! It fell into her stretched, creampied pussy.
This was going to be a loooong night.
***
Her eyes fluttered open.
Thirty times. Mikasa got creampied thirty times.
The sun was shining down on her and her cum stuffed cunt. She could feel it sloshing inside her. She didn't want to move. She couldn't. Her core was so unbelievably sore. Her abs were supposed to be a product of her relentless Titan killing—of her great mission ten years ago. Yet the years of training amounted to nothing when he pounded her senseless yesterday.
She just…couldn't handle him, Ackerman blood and all.
Her legs were spread and her arms were out stretched. Her face was to the side, staring at her husband's butt and the balls dangling between.
Thwap! Thwap! Thwap!
She could hear his flaccid cock swing from one thigh to the other. She witnessed his balls sway.
He went to the bathroom and promptly turned on the shower.
Meanwhile, Mikasa turned her head to stare at the ceiling. Her stamina was recovering fast. That was good at least.
Ten minutes went by and she let out a sigh. 'I should get back.' An image of a big fat cock flashed in her mind. Her cheeks flushed. 'M-maybe check up on him.'
She moaned as she got off the bed. Her legs seemed numb as she walked. Her balance was totally off and she practically limped to the bathroom. Between her legs, splotches of cum would fall to the floor.
She opened the door and saw the shower curtain. The shadow of her husband was there, as was his dangling cock.
"Mikasa?"
His voice brought pause. What was she thinking? What was she doing?
He slid the shower curtain and exposed himself. Mikasa immediately locked onto his soft member, which was dripping with water.
"Want to join me?" Her husband asked kindly. Mikasa nodded and was about to step in, "You should probably take off the scarf," he added hurriedly.
She didn't even notice that she was still warming it. She loosened it from her neck and folded it away. She loved Eren and this gift of his but there was a time and place for everything. No use in getting the scarf wet.
Suddenly self-conscious, she put an arm across her breasts and stepped into the tub. Cum was still trickling and dripping from her cunt.
The hot shower water splashed directly on her and helped drain it away. It was perfect.
Behind her, her husband grabbed her left ass cheek. Instead of fondling her like she expected her husband lower.
He whispered in her ear, "Do you want me to…?"
Shyly, Mikasa nodded.
Down low her husband's hand went. He fingered her and got out the last bits of thick cum inside her. His climaxes had certainly been vigorous. Mikasa bit her bottom lip and prevented any unnecessary noises.
She played with her hair which became smooth and silky in the water. She tried distracting herself. He inserted another finger. Fail. Mikasa let out a small gasp. Her husband chuckled.
Once he scraped everything out, his fingers left her and she could breathe.
They faced each other. Stared into the other's eyes. Eventually, they touched. Mikasa's perky and hard breasts to his chest. Her husband's nice and soft cock to the front of her cunt.
"Mikasa, I love you." He put one hand on her waist and the other on the curve of her ass.
'Eren, I…'
She closed her eyes and opened them to look at her new husband.
"I love…your cock."
Breaths heavy, holding onto his rising erection, she accepted his cock.
***
Initially, the honeymoon wasn't supposed to be particularly eventful. Dinner or perhaps some local shows. Other than that, it was just one big break for Mikasa.
But times had changed.
Now, the honeymoon had become a rutting session. Sex, sex, sex. Sex everyday, all day. All night and all morning, there was sperm and orgasms and moans.
In two weeks, they fucked more than some married couples did in their entire lifetime.
In the kitchen, Mikasa was happily giving her hubby a miraculous blowjob. Mikasa Ackerman, slayer of Titans, bobbing and down a gigantic slab of meat.
"M-Mikasa, I don't—oooh! Where did you learn this!?"
He must have recognized that deep throating twelve inches of meaty cock was abnormal for a so-called virgin. That was because Mikasa didn't tell her husband about her dream reality. She didn't tell him she was trained for blowjobs and deepthroats because that was what Eren loved most.
Her hair in a messy bun, her lips stretched in an O-shape, and her arms hugging his waist, Mikasa deepthroat him till base. Her nose touched his pelvis while his balls would accidentally slap his balls.
She went down to base, throat bulging. Mikasa took precious seconds to scratch the underside of his ballsack with her nails.
He throbbed, hard. He was almost there.
Back and forth, back and forth. Due to his size, she couldn't suck him or throat him like she wished she could. But she was Mikasa fucking Ackerman. She could still amaze.
That was what her husband felt when her nose touched his pelvis again and a slithery tongued wiped across his balls.
"Good Lord! Mikasa, how are you—"
He couldn't hold back. He came on the spot. He grabbed her head and let everything go down the drain.
Gulp, gulp, gulp!
Mikasa didn't think she could take it. Tears of effort went down her cheek. There was much of it yet she couldn't stop. Her husband wasn't holding her down, she was. She kept herself locked and loaded for her husband.
The dutiful wife swallowed EVERYTHING.
In the two weeks they had fucked, it was the first time she had accomplished such a feat.
Pulling out, Mikasa gasped for air. But she still remained on her knees, mouth open for her husband to witness. He had coated her in his essence. Marked her.
His cock slapped on her face. The tip went past her head and trickles fell on the curve of her toned, stuck out booty. No panties, no bra, nothing other was her red scarf which was wrapped snugly around her neck.
Her husband was the same. Naked and free, simply breathing to take in the sight of his glorious, tending wife.
"You, hah, have a talent for this," her husband said, smiling. "Now come on. Bend over on the table."
Mikasa obeyed. She put herself on the long wooden table, arms forward and fingers holding on to the edge. Her booty wasn't excessively fat. It was toned, round, and thicc. Womanly fat around the lower portion of the butt and thighs for that delightful Heart shaped ass.
Without the Survey Corps uniform flattening her down, she could expose her delightful womanly features and curves. Expose Mikasa Ackerman's dripping wet cunt along with her heart-shaped butt.
"Look at that ass." Slap! His hand left a print. If this had been another man, she would have killed him. "Mikasa, you're beautiful."
"Mm." Mikasa didn't like to talk. She just wanted to fuck. She wanted her cunt stretched, destroyed, and filled.
Her toned ass cheeks wagged and begged.
Her husband obliged.
CLAP!
"Mmh!❤"
The table shook as he thrusted and collided with her body. Her husband went slow. Gentle. Mikasa appreciated it. Going from zero a hundred wasn't all it was cracked up to be. She appreciated how he perfectly read his mind and gradually picked up the pace.
Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap!
She arched her back, presenting herself completely to him, urging to hasten the pace. She wanted it deep and she wanted it hard. Her husband obliged. His fingers trailed down her spine, quietly letting her know in advance he was going to pound her silly, before he plunges his cock into her wetness with one forceful thrust.
A sharp gasp escaped Mikasa's lips as she adjusted to the sudden intrusion. Her body tensed and the table nearly hurled forward. Her husband smiled, relishing in the tightness he had elicited from Mikasa.
"You like that?" he asked.
Mikasa looked over her shoulder and cutely nodded.
Her husband's hands grip onto her ass, digging his fingers into her flesh as he started to thrust into her with forceful precision. She could feel the pressure building within her. It wasn't a long process.
Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap!
Mikasa came. She mewled.
"Oooh~!❤ Mmmh!❤"
Her body trembled under his expert thrusts, her moans becoming louder and more desperate. She couldn't cover it up, her hands too preoccupied with gripping the table and holding on to dear life.
Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap!
"You like that, don't you?" Her husband said. "You like it rough!"
Mikasa's breath hitched at his words, a surge of arousal coursing through her veins. She arched her back even further, urging him to go deeper, to push her past whatever boundaries she may have left.
The sound of flesh slapping against flesh fills the room as her husband into Mikasa relentlessly from behind. Each thrust sends waves of pleasure crashing over them both, mingling with the occasional sharp cry escaping Mikasa's lips.
Mikasa still tried to keep it at a low. Never screaming like a banshee but moaning with dignity.
The ball-slapping sex was getting to her. She was breaking.
Then, out of the blue, her husband decided to grab her hair and use them as reigns.
"Oh!" Mikasa's eyes rolled back. "Oh! Oh~!❤ Ah! Ah! Ooooh~!❤"
Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap!
Mikasa's hair was long enough to be tugged on. Her husband loved that fact. So did Mikasa. He pulled and tugged on it as if she was some common whore.
Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap!
Eren had never fucked her on a table. This was new. This was…
"So good!"
"Ah, so she speaks!" He went from pulling her hair to fondling her ass again. "Thanks for letting me know, Mikasa!"
His grip on her ass tightened as he felt his climax building. His thrusts became more erratic, his hips pounding into her with a desperate urgency. The air was thick with the scent of sex and their shared hunger as Mikasa could feel the pressure building within her.
Orgasm after orgasm shook her. The table legs creaked in protest.
Just as she thought she couldn't take it any longer, a surge of pleasure coursed through her womb. A creamy feeling that filled her womb and caused her to gasp. Her husband grunted and released his load deep inside her.
Mikasa remained on the table, a sweaty mess, breathing heavily as his cock pulled out. She felt so full even without his thick member.
For a moment, there was silence, broken only by their heavy breathing. Sweat-slicked skin glistened in the dim light of the kitchen.
A ball of thick, jello spunk plopped out of her stretched cunt.
Slap!
"Good job!" Her husband smiled as her ass wobbled and another glob of cum fell to the kitchen tiles. "I can clean that up."
'Y-you better,' Mikasa thought, eyes forward and lidded. 'I can't…move…'
Mikasa Ackerman, the world's strongest woman, creampied and defeated in her own kitchen.
***
She woke up to reality, sitting up and arms reaching. The blanket wrapped around her fell and her boobs bounced out. She looked to her right and saw her husband sleeping. His form was covered by a blanket. A certain lump rounded his nether regions. Not a tent but a soft bulge.
"I…" Mikasa swallowed and glanced outside. "Historia. I promised I would see her."
She looked back at her husband. Specifically, the bulge protruding from his covered crotch. Last night, the two of them got very busy and ended up sleeping nude.
Mikasa inhaled when she thought the bulge twitched.
'I-I shouldn't…' Mikasa wasn't a pervert. She wasn't! Then again, he was her husband. She had a right to see it.
Slowly, she lifted the blanket to take a peak. Her breath hitched.
The sleeping eight inch monster. Not even hard yet bigger than the cock of her dreams. Balls the size of fists.
'God…!'
The air must have done something because his cock suddenly stirred. Though asleep, it pulsated and grew. Thickened and throbbed and became lidded with veins.
Mikasa didn't need to touch it.
She let go of the blanket and simply sat there. She side-eyed the massive morning boner beside her. Her hands went from atop of chest down to the itch between her legs.
The next she knew, she was underneath the blankets, slobbering on his balls and jerking off his cock.
Her husband moaned and eventually woke. He blinked at the odd sensations and raised the blanket. Surprise coloured his eyes. "M-Mikasa!?"
Mikasa answered his question by suckling on the satchel of his scrotum.
"R-right, stupid question."
***
Mikasa arrived at Historia's front door with her husband in tow.
At the moment Historia's blue eyes laid on Mikasa, she understood and smiled. It was like Historia knew what happened.
Mikasa turned to her husband and bid him farewell. He smiled and left.
"So…"
Still standing at the door, Historia snickered and gestured for her to come in. Mikasa didn't speak, her face going red, and followed her in. There was a limp in her step.
They walked through the hall and upstairs, past her farmer husband who was downstairs. Historia's home was out in the farmlands yet it had the cadence of a wealthy woman.
Historia sat down and didn't speak. Neither did Mikasa, sitting on her chair with her mouth shut.
"I know, I know. I was the same." Historia giggled. "He laid the pipe on you, didn't he?"
An agonizing nod.
"You know, I have an outfit that will totally get his blood flowing." Historia smirked. "Want to see it?"
"W-what?"
"Come on," Historia teased, "you know what I'm talking about. Something for you to get wrecked in. Do you want in?"
Tentatively, Mikasa said yes.
-x-X-x-
[Next part]
The honeymoon vacation was over. The weeks of ordinary life returned.
In that time, Mikasa had never masturbated so much in her entire life. Her fingers sometimes became numb with how much effort she was putting into. A shock, given that she NEVER got numb when she trained or did Titan slaying. She was unstoppable, unless it came to sex apparently.
Her husband was gone. Always off to work it was. Never returning in the night but in the morning. Always embracing Mikasa with romantic intentions and never with the intent to fuck her brains out.
Lying on her couch, she looked over her outfit. She purposely wore a V-neck dress in order to seduce him. She pressed her tits to his chest and wore a tiny smile to invigorate him. But nothing.
She never directly told him, so maybe it was her fault. They did fuck a lot on their honeymoon. Maybe he assumed it was enough.
Well, it wasn't. It most certainly wasn't. Her fingers skirted over her cunt. No panties. Another specific choice to seduce him.
The thought of no cock destroyed her. She couldn't think sometimes. Mikasa didn't know when she became this cock thirsty whore. Maybe Mikasa was always a fucking whore and it took her husband to unlock that facet of herself.
Blushing red, her fingers on the verge of losing control and going up her dress, she got up and got to household chores.
'I am busy, I am busy, I am busy,' Mikasa told herself. Mop the house, dust the rooms, wash the dishes. Be a good little wife. She deserved her peace and quiet after the war—after Eren and the Rumbling and everything that came after.
All of a sudden, on an unsuspecting moment when she was putting down a plate and staring into the sky, she remembered her conversation with Historia.
("You know, I have an outfit that will just get his blood flowing." Historia smirked. "Want to see it?"
"W-what?"
"Come on," Historia teased, "you know what I'm talking about. Something for you to get wrecked in. Do you want in?")
'R-right, that outfit.' The day she received Historia's little gift, she refused to wear it. It was WAY too slutty, even for her liking.
She bit her bottom lip. Instinctively, she rubbed her legs together, trying to emulate that sensation of a massive cock fresh out of her sopping wet cunt.
'This isn't it. This isn't…'
Mikasa didn't know the last time she felt this way—frustrated. So frustrated that she snapped the plate in her hand clean.
"Oh, no." Mikasa mumbled an apology to herself. In all honesty, she didn't care. She really didn't.
Throwing the two pieces into the trash, hearing the sound of plates clanging, she hit her breaking point.
Mikasa couldn't live like this. Frustrated, in agony, and wet. SO fucking wet.
A twelve inch horse cock. That was what was missing. It had been missing for weeks.
That night, Mikasa resolved herself to change her future.
***
The door opened. He was here. Mikasa's heart hammered in her ribcage.
She could hear it all.
"Mikasa," he called as he hung up his hat and coat with a tired yet contented sigh. He was grateful to be back in the warmth of his home, but more than that, he wanted to see Mikasa.
"Mikasa?"
She held her breath, not saying a word. She remained where she was and waited.
Waited, as he went up the stairs. Waited, as he became intrigued and approached the slightly ajar door of the master bedroom. Waited, as the door opened and the soft flicker of candlelight greeted him, an inviting fragrance of vanilla and lavender filling the air.
Stepping inside, her husband discovered a scene that took his breath away. The room was bathed in the soft, golden light of numerous candles strategically placed around the room. All of it, for the woman
"M-Mikasa?"
There she was, Mikasa Ackerman—legendary member of the Survey Corps and the top ranked member of the 104th Training Corps—in a robe and sexy lingerie, the candle lights illuminating her breathless beauty.
It was the sexiest thing she had ever worn. It was a four-piece set: a mesh crisscross cut-out bra, a garter belt connecting the mesh panties and fishnet stockings, and finally, a black see-through robe.
He was wearing black slacks. Appropriate wear for work—except for the massive bulge going down his thigh. Mikasa's breath hitched. There it was.
'Cock.'
The robe fell to the ground, revealing her smooth, fair skin and the complete ensemble of bra, panties, fishnet stockings, and the garter belt. She looked back up at her husband and stared. She didn't say a word as she slowly approached him.
Her lean, athletic form was beautiful. While no longer on the front lines, Mikasa kept up her training. On accident, her booty became wide and thick at the base, tapering up into her child bearing hips. With Mikasa, it wasn't the thickness, it was the shape. That heart-shaped rear that just begged for attention and love.
If it wasn't for her husband, these assets would have been forgotten to time. Never used, never clapped up.
Mikasa hugged him, pressing her breasts to his chest. His hands immediately went on top of the curve of her rear. He was almost there. Almost grabbing her great ass.
"W-what's the occasion?" Her husband asked. Her eyes narrowed up at him. "Stupid question. Let's just fuck."
Her eyes widened when he felt his hands fondle her ass and then pull her close for a kiss. Fuck, fuck, fuck, it was going so hot. Everything was moving so fast. His dick print touched her thigh, so she rubbed it with her knee. Her husband groaned, his tongue inside her cheek, and took another heapful of her ass.
At that point, Mikasa was at her breaking point. Saliva was dripping from their lips as they kissed and she leaped up and locked her legs around him. Her ass still in his hands and her core strength keeping her up, he carried them to the bed.
Candles surrounded the perimeter. His formal clothes, from his tie to his pants, were thrown to the side, forgotten.
Lying on the bed, still in her lingerie, she panted. Then, as his underwear dropped, she felt the heat. The heat she had been waiting for. The heat turned her inside upside down.
"Cock…" Mikasa muttered.
Thwap!
He slapped his pipe on her stomach, licking his lips. He didn't penetrate her just yet, wanting to gaze down upon his beautiful wife. Her generous breasts, her phenomenal waist, and the subtle muscles in her abdomen.
"Perfect. You're perfect, Mikasa Ackerman, My wife."
Foreplay was ignored. The both of them knew she was wet enough for immediate penetration. Her husband was prepared to undo the straps of the garter belt.
"N-no need." Mikasa revealed the hole in her panties and spread her needy, sopping hole with her fingers. "Just do it—mmmph!❤"
The girthy cock slowly eased inside her. Each inch was a reminder to Mikasa. This was what she was missing. This was what she wanted. What is it worth? Hell fucking yes.
To compare her fingers to its girth would be a shame. There was no comparison. His member filled out the entirety of the panty hole, stretching Mikasa out for everything she was worth. All her training, all her pent up arousal, it was meant for this.
"M-mmph!❤ Ooooh~!❤"
Mikasa Ackerman was meant for this night. Built to withstand this massive foot-long cock. A cock that could bring her pleasure like no other.
She had to thank Historia for the outfit. But now, it was hers. Now, her hole belonged to her husband.
Their hands came together. His thrusts were slow and steady. Her husband held back, wanting to relish the love in her eyes. The passive tightness of her walls, the warmth it brought her.
"Faster…" Mikasa said. "Faster…!"
Fucking her missionary wasn't primal. It was loving. Calm. So he went faster. His hands slipped from hers, went into fists, and planted to the side of her.
His hips rocked back and forth. His cock drilled inside her, stretching her walls and bringing her pleasure—
"Mmmph!❤ Yeessss~!❤" The first orgasm of the night—and the first of many, no doubt. Her husband didn't stop as he felt her fluids run down his shaft and her walls attempting to slow him down. No, he went faster. "Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes~!❤"
Bit by bit, she became louder. She didn't care about her dignity. She didn't care if her neighbours could hear. Fuck that.
"Fuuuuck me!❤ Keep fucking me!❤"
Dignity? Prestige? Keeping her cool?
"Fuck meeee~❤!"
Hearts were appearing in her pupils. The results of his labours. Her husband knew he was on the right track.
So he went deeper. He switched from missionary to a full-on mating press.
SCHLAP—! SCHLAP—! SCHLAP—! SCHLAP—!
He had never done a mating press. Did someone teach him?
'Fuck, fuck, fuck!'
Mikasa's eyes rolled back. Nothing had ever gone this deep. Nothing had ever brought this much pleasure to her insides. Her outstretched legs were spasming, her toes curling.
"T-this is too much! Tooo much~!❤" She couldn't control herself. She just couldn't. Her tongue escaped her lips and she became an undignified mess. "Cock! Cock! I love your coooock~!❤"
Her husband answered by fucking her even harder. He was a stud whose only goal was to fuck her juicy cunt. Nothing else mattered. He didn't kiss her, he didn't exclaim notions of love, he destroyed her. That was all.
"I can't believe a cock like this even exists! It's so big! Sooo big!" Mikasa couldn't hold back. She just couldn't. She was spilling out her heart. "You're going to make me forget all about Eren's! Ereeeen~! I-I can't remember him! I-it's—"
Her husband promptly stopped, eyes wide. "Eren?" He stared down at her, watching her breasts heave. She was gasping for air, unable to comprehend the ecstasy in her mind. "I see."
His eyes narrowed and he started pounding again.
Mikasa howled, "I'm going to fooorgeeet~!"
SCHLAP—! SCHLAP—! SCHLAP—! SCHLAP—!
Balls slapping, hips pistoning deep inside her repeatedly. No mercy, only pleasure. Her husband was doing exactly what he was intended to do. He was fulfilling the obligations of their marriage.
Pounding her till she was a slobbering mess.
"Hell yeah you'll forget!" Her husband exclaimed. He didn't speak often during sex. Mikasa's pussy twisted at his newfound dominance. "You're going to forget all about him! It's me that matters! I'm your husband! I'm the one pounding your sorry cunt!"
"N-no! I can't! I'm not supposed to forget! Pleeease!"
"But you still want my cock, don't you?"
"Yeees! Your cock is everything!❤ Your cock means everything to me~❤!"
"You're MY wife! So act like it! I don't ever want to hear Eren's name when I'm fucking you! Understand!?"
"Understand! Understand! I understand!"
SCHLAP—! SCHLAP—! SCHLAP—! SCHLAP—!
"Here it comes, Mikasa! I'm going to cum! I'm going to cum inside! I'm going to completely erase any trace of Eren Yeager!"
There it was. Mikasa could feel him throbbing heavily, preparing for something huge. She wasn't ready, however, but she wanted it anyway.
Her husband came and stayed there, balls-deep. His cum flooded her until she was a sobbing, creampied mess. Pulling out, raising his hips and standing up, her husband personally witnessed the utter stretching he gave her. How her hole became a pool for his thick, fertile cum.
Globs upon globs leaked out of her cunt. Her legs remained in place, pointed high and twitched.
And Mikasa herself? Her eyes were dull. A greyness had taken hold of them. A state between consciousness and pure sexual ecstasy.
Drip, drip, drip.
From his tip fell the remaining bits he had left in him. The droplets of his seed fell on her stomach, almost as if trying to wake her up.
In some ways, it did, but not in the way he expected.
The colour in her eyes returned and Mikasa's lips curled upwards. "Mmmph…incredible~❤!"
He looked down at her. "Mikasa? You sound…different."
Mikasa giggled. She giggled as if she was high. "I'm not, love. I'm not."
In one swift, Mikasa grabbed her husband and flipped him over. He groaned as her ass slammed down on his member, taking in the entirety of the monster cock in fell swoop.
"M-Mikasa?" Her husband was on the verge of panicking. "What happened—"
"Shhh!" Mikasa came close to his face and pecked him on the lips. Her booty grinded on his pelvis—her cunt grinded on his cock. "I'm here now. I'm…awake."
The awakening of an Ackerman. A state of heightened senses, physicality, and reaction speed. The absolute peak of human existence where memories of every Ackerman that came before her flooded her memories and muscles.
She could feel it. Her cunt tightened. Her hips suddenly swayed with greater control.
She rode with skill that shouldn't have been possible for a single human. With precision and cunt grip that perfect in it folded and pleasured a cock. She rode him. She didn't bounce aimlessly, she rode him as he was a horse. A mere meat to fuck herself on.
"M-Mikasa! You're…haaah!"
"Mmmph!❤ That's it!" She threw her head back, smiling, her eyes filled with a light that she had forgotten. "It's sooo deep!❤ Keep at it! Keep it hard!❤ Keep there!❤ Unh! Oh! Oh! Oooh~!❤ Just like that! Just like that, love~❤!"
Right now, Mikasa was not Mikasa. She was the amalgamation of every female Ackerman that came before. A horny freak of womanly nature that begged for a big, fat cock to pound her hole.
Her dark eyes glowed.
"W-what—"
Slam! Slam! Slam!
Her booty cheeks drooped down on him hard. In ten seconds, her husband reflected what she was ten seconds ago. A moaning mess feeling nothing but ecstasy.
In all their false years together, Eren pushed her to this state just once. Once, and never again, because she decided it was too much for her poor Eren. She buried the state deep in her memory, pretending it had been a figment of her imagination.
It wasn't. All of a sudden, she recalled the messy image of Eren twelve hours after she entered the Ackerman state. His legs were spread, twitching, his manhood shrunken and drained. She had wrung his balls dry while his member became a tiny, insignificant worm. A trail of cum ran from his belly down to his acorn dick. Eren's eyes were rolled back and he begged for mercy.
Instead, Mikasa had stuck a finger in his ass, forced him to a semi-erection, and started riding him again. Even when he throbbed and seemingly orgasmed, there was no cum to shoot from his tip. He was totally empty. Totally dried to the bone.
Mikasa really didn't want to remember what she did. But now, faced with the opportunity to go all out, faced with a man that COULD handle her, she accepted it.
Her husband had NO idea what was coming.
…
…
…
The souls of the female Ackerman were inside her. Her walls tightened with the force of a hundred thousand women. Her hips rocked back and forth with the vigour, technique, and experience of a goddess.
He came so fast. She extracted everything his balls could realistically have offered.
So why?
Why was he still hard—twenty nine hours later—and pounding her from behind? He wasn't slowing down, he wasn't softening, he was smiling and panting and LOVING the moment.
Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap!
Mikasa's mind was clouded with pleasure and pain as he continued to fuck her. Doggy-style, that was his favourite, and she was growing to love it too. She could feel his cock hitting all the right spots, giving her the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced. She moaned louder, wanting more, but she didn't need to. He wouldn't stop until he was satisfied either.
Her walls felt like Wall Maria—destroyed and never to return their old state.
"Are you ready, Mikasa?"
The throbbing. The heftiness of his balls. It was there. Like a dog slobbering, she grinned and looked over her shoulder. Her hips started to meet his pelvis at better intervals. "Y-yes! Yes! Yes!❤"
Her husband refused to pull out. In fact, at that moment, Mikasa doubted even the Colossal Titan wouldn't be able to pull him out of her.
Spurt, spurt, spurt!
Mikasa could feel each throb. She could feel each shot of cum painting her womb.
And she collapsed. Her arms failed her, her face becoming buried in the mattress, and her ass raised high-up.
Mikasa couldn't believe it. She still lost.
Her husband…he was a monster! Monster cock, monster stamina, and monster sex drive! A Titan personifying the male sex. She, in comparison, was just a needy whore.
The way her ass was raised and cum flooded from her hole was evidence enough. Her husband, already having pulled out, sweat glistening his body, looked like a bonafide god of sex.
"Mmmph! Mmmph!❤" Cum continued to fall out. Mikasa loved it, despite feeling numb with pleasure all over. "...love…"
But deep inside, her womb was glad. Mikasa was glad. It was the hope of any wife that their husband could fuck and satisfy them properly. That they would be able to help them reach nirvana.
Her eyes fluttered and as darkness came over her, she thought, 'I'm glad I chose him…'
***
The next week, things were back to normal. By normal, Mikasa meant they were back to fucking on the daily like they did on their honeymoon.
Once again, her husband fucked her from behind. His favourite. At this point, Mikasa loved it just as much as he did and made that fact known out loud. Moans came out of her lips like nothing else.
"Should I go harder!?"
"Yeeees~!❤"
Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap!
Her favourite position was doggy and that was the way he fucked her. That was the way she liked it. Whether it was because of how easily he could change pace or because she loved how her ass smacked against his pelvis, it made no difference. End of story.
The bed shook and creaked. His balls slapped against her ass. Her cunt clenched and tightened.
Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap!
Her husband just kept thrusting.
Mikasa's back arched as her husband's thrusts became more erratic, his grip on her waist tightening. The sound of the bed creaking and breaking filled the air, and Mikasa's eyes widened with a mixture of fear and arousal.
"Fuck," she gasped, her voice hoarse with pleasure. "I-it might break!"
"The bed?" Her husband asked. "Hm. Do you want me to stop then?"
He did, for all but a second, because Mikasa whined and begged him not to.
"D-don't stop. Don't ever stop!"
Her husband's movements hastened, his breathing coming in ragged gasps. He planted his body on top of hers, a smile playing on his lips as he brushed some hair away from her face. His fingers trailed down her neck before settling on the curve of her breast.
"You like it rough?" he teased. "I'll give you rough."
Fucking her from behind while also groping her swaying tits, her husband in a position most men would kill for. Namely, Jean. Her husband knew the way he looked at her. Maybe that was why he was so eager to fuck her. He wanted to prove that she could only be his.
"Ngh!"
He came—and when he came, that meant her womb would be full. It also meant the potential of children. They had been married for less than a year so it was expected for them to have children.
Mewling, Mikasa accepted his sperm. She accepted whatever consequences would come in future, all for the pleasure that was coming to her now.
There was a sound. A shift in the bed. The reality of the moment hit her like a ton of bricks and Mikasa's reflexes came into action. Despite the utter flooding of her inside, the instant her husband was completely sheathed, she grabbed him off the bed. Instantly, the bed creaked and groaned, and crumbled like a sack of crumbled wooden planks.
"W-woah…!" Her husband softened, his member slapping against his thigh. "That was close. Good job, Mikasa!"
Plop, plop, plop!
His words followed an awkward ten seconds of her stuffed pussy dripping with his thick, vicious baby batter.
"Mhm." Mikasa wished she had her scarf right about now. She wanted to hide her face. Even so, she chanced a glance at his limp cock. Glistening in her essence and his own, it was like a metal sword in the weaponry. A light in the darkness.
She loved it. She loved it, from its length, girth, down to the balls containing the virile sperm. She couldn't imagine a better manhood. 'Eren's certainly can't match up, even while hard,' she thought to herself. This time, the shame that would accompany that comment was gone.
It was weird. It was like she had accepted her husband was better. Like his cock couldn't be measured up to anyone else's.
Throughout the day, she always thought about it. When she was with friends, no matter the topic, her thoughts would always wander back to the hole missing in her womb and the dick that filled it up.
She was always thinking about her husband—and in maybe all the wrong ways.
Standing there, slightly bow-legged, she said, "Oh."
Her husband raised a brow. "What's wrong?"
"I…I want your cock❤."
He blinked. "Oh, um, well, if you say so—"
Her husband gripped his cock and started to jerk himself off, but she promptly stopped him. She pressed herself against him, her tits to his chest, and met his gaze pleadingly.
"Not like that. I…I want to see it, all the time."
"All the time?" Her husband was confused. "What do you mean?"
Mikasa bit her bottom lip. How to better word this…
"All I want is you. All the time. All day, everyday. Breakfast, lunch, dinner, I want your cock. I want it." The hunger in her words caught even her husband by surprise.
"U-um—"
"You should be naked all the time when it's just you and me. We should always just be fucking."
Her husband opened his mouth. "Isn't that a little much—"
"No." She grabbed his schlong. "I want it. I want it all the time. You're not going to deny your wife of her request…are you?"
There it was. The Mikasa of old. The Mikasa that demanded instead of receiving. The Mikasa that took no shit from anyone—
Spank!
"You're such a fucking whore, Mikasa." Her husband smiled down on her and all of a sudden she felt like she had no power. "Don't worry, you'll realize just how stupid that idea is when I fuck you silly."
His hand groped her ass. Mikasa shivered.
'Maybe I should have thought this through…'
***
The soft rustling of leaves accompanied Mikasa as she made her way through the quiet greenery, the air thick with the scent of earth and memories. The familiar path led her to a solitary tree, its branches reaching out as if embracing the sky. Beneath it, a simple gravestone marked the final resting place of Eren Yeager.
Here forever
Rest peacefully
My most beloved
My dear
Eren Yeager
Mikasa crouched down there, her fingers holding her red scarf and then tracing the engraved words. The wind whispered through the leaves, as if carrying the echoes of a time long gone. She took a deep breath, summoning the courage to speak to the one person who would forever reside in her heart.
"Hey, Eren," she began, her voice a soft murmur. "I found a man. An incredible man. He's kind and treats me well."
She was silent, holding onto the scarf. The wind blew on her hair. She kept her beige skirt down from flashing mother nature.
"I love you, Eren. My heart will always belong to you. In another life, if given the chance, I would want to be reborn with you. You, and no else."
Every month, she would come to her most beloved, no exceptions. She stayed for an hour, talking about her new life. There was peace but also trouble. Relations between Paradis and Marley weren't perfect. Armin was having trouble as was everyone else still involved in the world conflict.
She went back home. Along the way, she kept the scarf to her mouth, inhaling its scent.
She opened the door and took off her sandals and hat.
Then, she froze and pupils turned into hearts. Leaning on the wall, totally nude, ten inches of flaccid cock resting on his thigh.
Mikasa trembled.
'Cock! Cock! Cock!'
Her husband pushed himself off the wall. Thwap! His schlong soared onto his other thigh. Thwap! Then the other. Mikasa's eyes greedily followed.
"I hope your visit was nice. Ready to get pounded, babe?" He was an inch away from touching her.
Breathing shaky, she nodded and lifted her skirt.
That's right. Mikasa Ackerman wore nothing underneath. No panties.
"I am," she replied.
Not moving on from Eren? Staying a virgin?
Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap!
Fuck. That.
Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap!
Getting fucked doggy-style with her hands up against the front door was where it was at. Balls-slapping sex was where it was at.
She loved Eren. Truly, she did. More than anything, she wanted him back. But he wasn't here anymore and she had to make do without him. She did it before during the Rumbling and she could do it now.
All the while wearing the beige skirt and the red scarf. The clothes she wore to visit Eren.
Mikasa smiled greedily and screamed to the world, "I loooove your cock!❤"
Her husband was surprised by her sudden proclaim and fucked her harder.
Her husband. HER husband. His twelve inch cock belonged to her—inside her hole.
Only Her.
As he creampied her, as her womb was filled by a fresh of cum, she twisted back and kissed him.
Saliva connected them as they split. "Until death separates us," Mikasa muttered.
Her husband.
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