Alright you people, I've finally decided to write something after one year of basically going back on my promise of continuing writing no matter what and then quitting when I got bored. So I deleted my previous project and scrapped it for another day. Now that my writing is somewhat better I'm making plans of restarting it. I do still need to work on pacing.
I've one thing to say, I've written this for 3 reasons, and I better not get sh!te for it.
1. Been floating around the community and I have developed a hatred for yumikuri, yumihisu whatever the hell you peoples call it. I don't care if you like it or not, You get respect if you give me respect, I don't take that Tumblr and Reddit Sh!te here.
2. I wanted to make an epic comeback with a sufficient amount of plotholes what-ifs and whatever tickles your fancy. So enjoy you beautiful Erehisu x Eremika x Erenlevi baby not so much baby... but my baby.
3. Finally, I've come to do one thing regarding our glorious queen Historia. I have come to Denigrate Desecrate and Decimate whatever pure image you'll ever have about Erehisu. This is going to be beautiful. If you don't like just hearing about our little hisu here being dominated by our Titan shifter Eren. please leave you won't come out alive.
If you see something wrong with this please alert me.
Lemme get this clear tho no disrespect to any other ships...
PLEASE ENJOY!
Not So Pure
Staring off into the distance, the three of them sigh in content at the peace and quiet of the farm estate. Eren wanted to believe he could get used to this, just he and his friends away from titans and shifters and a crazy royal family trying to eat him. He definitely wanted to get used to this, but they'd gotten so far for them to forget everything. Everything they'd have to do and have to see.
Off in the field, Historia chided the local orphans playfully. The three of them look on and suddenly a voice speaks up.
" I think she makes a good queen." Eren mumbled loud enough for the others to hear.
"Doesn't seem like it," Jean spoke with a furrowed brow and crossed arms.
"Yeah" Armin added. "She's not the queen I thought she'd be."
"It's only been two months and it looks like she'd rather be running the orphanage."
"The military is usually running things. But you know what they call Historia?" Armin looked to see Historia grabbing two of the orphans. "The Cattle Farming Goddess"
"Of course they mean she really is a goddess." Armin continued "Turns out the hero of Orvud district happens to be a kind and modest goddess."
"At this point, Noone is going to remember who closed Trost District up. Am I right?"Jean said jokingly
Eren stared at the girl playing with two young children thoughtfully. To think she had changed so much, they'd been through so much together. Over the last two months, they've spent a lot more time together, hours together piecing together memories of the Reiss family, memories of his father, memories of the previous holders of the powers. When they touched he felt something, a jolt in his skin, and when he probed her for a reaction he could tell she felt something too.
Did she get memories as well? Did she feel something?
"Yeah, she really is a goddess," Eren said ignoring Jean. "the reason Historia became queen was to do this."Eren truly admired Historia, he really couldn't believe she was the same Krista from so long ago, but in most ways, Krista and Historia were one and the same. Armin and Jean looked at Eren with a questioning look "She wanted to help those who needed help, wherever they were she'd find them and help him. She looked in places like the underground to every corner of the walls, looking for people to help. She gathered these orphans and all those who she did find here" Eren said pensively "Using the Royal Families assets, as well as those seized from the Nobility and politicians who resisted the military" he finished with silent resignation.
Jean saw an incoming Historia and nudged Eren a bit but he continued. "Even the Captain is helping her"
"Well" Armin stated " He is from the underground"
"And to think the Nobility resisting her only strengthened her reputation amongst the people and military alike."
"I'm surprised she thought it out this far."
"But she said she'd find people to help, and she's done just that," Eren said lost in thought, staring at the same girl who was currently yelling at them.
"Hey! What are you doing just standing there, you're slacking again!"
"Historia, Can't we take a break" Jean mewled
Historia spun on her heal picking up a Crate. "You can take a break after. The sun is about to set!" She exclaimed in an exasperated huff.
Jean Armin and Eren all pick up some of the stuff lying out on the grass on the side of the road. Historia turned her head as Jean and Armin walk-off Eren slowly catches up with her. "You mind if I walk with you a little?" She asked in a quiet voice. "Eren looked at her with a blank look on his face " Sure"
They walked with each other for some time in complete silence. Feeling a bit estranged by the silence Historia wanted to know how Eren was doing.
"So, How are the Hardening Experiments going?"She asked
Historia despite herself realized what she had said. Under her clothes, she felt her body react to her dirty thoughts. The two round buds felt less like buds and more like pebbles. She shivered under her own clothes, wobbling with the crate in her hands and pressing them to the crate.
Ever since the events that occurred in the Riess Chapel caverns, Historia had begun to see Eren in a new way. It was gradual, but over two months after, she began to grow closer to him.
She didn't know when it happened, but those feelings had progressively gotten worse and worse. She wasn't sure how to express those feelings to him or how to get rid of them.
"Yeah" He adjusted the sack and straightened himself. " I can block a cave now, but I'm not ready for the mission yet"
His face got darker. Slender and somewhat menacing. Historia looked up at him worriedly. "If we don't hurry... they'll come back"
Her eyes wandered from his face. "What will you do, when they come back?"
Eren remained silent, she already knew his answer.
The silence ensued for quite a while, It built up within them and she felt the urge to talk to him, to understand him, to feel him and learn a little bit more about the memories he inherited.
She glanced at his face and took in his handsome features, a weird feeling built up in her middle and made her skin prickle and her heart flutter at the tension that she could feel, but not he.
"I hope we find out why this world came out like this," she said putting a brake on her thoughts.
"I don't want to regret everything we've done… I don't want to regret not taking the power of the first king"
"This can't be wrong. What we're doing can't be wrong, just look at their smiles." She said hopefully looking at the children
"You're great Historia"
She flushed at this. Her face lit a shade of red at the sudden compliment directed at her.
"O-Oh…Oh Not really"
"Of course, In the cave, you got pretty riled up about being an enemy of the humanity," he said shattering her rose-tinted glasses.
"Hey! I just got ahead of myself!"
"Sure you d.." All of a sudden a hulking figure towered over them swooped over Eren.
"What?"
Historia sighed
Of course.
Mikasa…
Later during the night, Eren decided he'd go out for a walk.
As Eren walked into the night leaving his friends, who were all enjoying their time together eating a warm meal. He shuffled his feet in the cold ground. 'What was up with Mikasa earlier?' he thought
Mikasa was always treating him like an old man who couldn't take care of himself. But despite not liking the way she treated him. He knew she only cared about his well being. What he didn't understand was why she was poking Historia full of daggers with her eyes.
Historia was quiet for the rest of the day. She even skipped out on hanging with everyone. Eren walked throughout the dark field, lost in his thoughts about it all. He thought about how pretty the sky looked. How he was going to use his harden on the walls, how the grass had a weird smell. He thought about the Ocean, imagining the clear blue of the ocean an endless pool of water.
Eren decided long ago that he was going to protect the people he loved, and he loved all his friends. He walked through the grass and through the field for quite a long time. He decided he wanted them to see the ocean. To share those great moments with them.
As he began walking he heard noises coming from a nearby stable, A soft and sweet singing voice was heard from it and he could swear he could hear the horses crying.
He decided to investigate the beautiful singing and began walking towards the entrance of the stable. To his surprise he found no one but Historia caressing one of the horse's plumes of hair. He couldn't help but think about how small she looked next to the horse, it didn't help that she was completely barefoot.
Brave Little Stallion. My Brave Steed.
Can my Heart be wild as yours?
The song sounded familiar, like something his mother would sing to him when he was a child. He continued to look at the small girl combing through the horse's hair and finally decided to approach her. It was weird the closer he got the smaller she got until he was right next to her.
The way she looked gracefully, It didn't matter that she didn't want to be a goddess, she looked like one.
It was a choice not given to her, to be so perfect.
When she stopped singing and alarmed yanked her hand from the horse's hair and jumped.
"Don't do that Eren!" she punched his arm.
"Sorry" rubbing the spot where she punched him " I heard singing and I had to see who it was" a
She calmed down a bit and went back to combing the horse's hair. "It's Okay, it's nice to have the company. Eren looked at Historia and saw that she was in a peaceful state with the horses.
"I always wanted one you know, "Historia said almost whispering. "I remember my Grandfather would ride off on one, brown just like this one."
" I would read books of Knights and Explorers and Kings and Queens who would ride their pony wherever they went" she let out a soft huff
After a good few minutes of silence between them, she decided to say something
"Eren?"
"Yes Historia" She looked into his green eyes and he stared back at her.
"When we touch… What do you feel… Like what does it feel like?" She questioned him
He stared blankly into her blue eyes, he wondered if the color was the same as the sea. "It feels like," He thought carefully on what she was asking. "It feels like thousands of little sparks flying through my body" The silence between them grew the tension in the air thick enough to cut with a knife.
She was sure he felt it this time, something within him called to her. She felt something and decided to act.
She didn't want to regret not doing something.
She slowly began walking towards him and she had a dark drunken look in her eyes.
She bit her lip. Swayed her hips slightly. Eren, felt his groin tighten involuntarily.
"I want you to touch me Eren," she said in a more deeper seductive tone than he was used to. When she met him and they were close enough to the point their noses were touching, she began inching her face closer and closer to his.
She stood on her toes and planted a kiss on his lips, sparks a cascade of sparks flew from them. At first, it was a sweet, innocent kiss but Eren returned the kiss against his own will. As if something beyond his control was pulling him into her. Like they were merging together into a thoughtless blob. Then it turned into a sloppy and messy brawl. Historia pulled away and looked into his emerald green eyes.
She waited for a response and when he didn't react or object she acted on her base impulse.
She pulled him in for another kiss and guided him into one of the empty stalls, Eren had a stunned look on his face as Historia brought them both before a huge mound of hay and began passionately battering their lips. A voice sounded in his head.
Love Someone
Eren pulled away abruptly, taking a step back.
"Eren." their eyes connected. "Please" she pleaded. For her, it was too late to stop now, now that she was so close to becoming one with him.
"Histo—" his mouth hung open as the girl in front of him began to undress, taking one piece off at a time. She pressed herself against his body and sucked on his neck, planting little kisses on him.
She wanted to taste him, to sample him to her delight.
Eren could feel his member poke her abdomen.
The last article of clothing fell off and she dropped to her knees. She begins tugging at the rims of his pants slowly pulling them down. She looks up at him and he gave into the passion of the moment.
She knew what she wanted. She wanted him to belong to her.
Historia pulled down his pants revealing his manhood. The size of it scared her.
'I'm supposed to fit that in me?'
She lifted and brought her mouth to the under of the throbbing rod in her hands. An audible yelp was heard from Eren and out of her own curiosity, she began to explore around his member for sweet spots to break down his resolve.
Historia wasn't Krista she wanted him to beg for her. Her thumb began lightly circling around the tip of his length. Pleasure shot through him each rotation Historia completed. She could feel his patience running thin. She knew what he wanted. But she wasn't sure if she could really satisfy him.
She pressed down on the bud and played with it in her hand to see if she could elicit something from him. A loud groan burst from his mouth free from. She felt powerful.
She stopped and took a look at his eyes. They were hazy, misty like he was drunk on lust, more than she. She'd never seen Eren like this and she liked it. She began stroking slowly at first. Pressing lightly at the top. Her small hand wrapped around the large bar and she continued to pleasure him.
Fulfilling an unfulfilled desire that had been building within her. She slowly ran her hand up and down, progressively increasing in speed and pressure. She wondered when she should stop. If she should stop and apologize for taking things to far.
Historia caught in her own thoughts unconsciously tilted forward towards the object of her gaze. She rolled her tongue out and slid it against the length of his rod.
"Historia" he shuddered.
A clear liquid rose from the tip of his length.
"Eren" she responded defiantly, triumphantly.
She felt like she had conquered him like she had asserted her dominance.
Her tongue flicked back and forth, back and forth on the now slick member. She wanted him. She wanted him bad, but she wanted him to scream her name first.
Her mouth closed around him and took him in.
She said something that was smothered by his cock sliding in and out of her slick mouth. He brought her hair in his hand and pulled her back and forth. He was getting impatient. A Dark voice was urging him to punish her for doing this to him. He knew what he was doing, he had the experience of the previous holders of his Titans. Eren pushed himself deep inside of her throat. A deep moan sounded at his tip and he pulled back a little.
She let go and let him take control, letting her hands drop to the floor taking fistfuls of the dried grass on the floor. She was losing control, losing power, she was intoxicated.
Eren was a nice person, but now she regretted trying to control him. She wasn't even sure if she regretted it. In fact, she quite liked it.
Eren began pushing her head faster and faster. She wanted to have more of him. She felt like she was bursting with Lust and Passion.
She was his Queen, but he was no longer bound to her control, no longer bound by service. She was surprised at how fast the dynamic between them shifted. At how fast she lost ground after giving so little.
It felt unfair, unfair that he could degrade her and make it feel so good.
Then it happened.
"Historia" He cried biting his tongue. His face had become unrecognizable and his eyes had rolled to the back of his head. The shifter marks gathered under his eyes and he let go of his senses, surrendering to the pure bliss.
He pulled out and from him shot ropes of sticky, slimy, clear white streaks of seed all over her. Wave after wave of it shot at her.
She felt the hot liquid covering her face, getting in her hair and she felt it shoot across her naked body. It felt so dirty.
And she liked it.
When Eren had emptied himself completely, she sat on the mound of grass behind her and spread her legs for him, she knew he wanted more, she wanted more too. More importantly, she wanted to play the game on her terms
"You've been bad Eren" trying her best to sound dirty. " Bad orphans don't get treats" she prowled seductively
"Be Good Eren."
Eren, who had softened after reaching his height, had hardened at her suggestion. He began playing with her getting down to flick his tongue between her lips. Sparks of Pleasure shot through her and she began touching herself while he preoccupied himself.
She felt like a Queen at that moment, being worshiped.
After a round of touching and kissing and feeling, she began to get impatient and pulled him towards her.
She crawled back towards the dried grass the rough texture scraping against her naked body, whatever control Eren had over himself was lost. He flipped Historia over so that her behind was facing him. Thrill crawled through her.
"Ere—" She felt him pull her legs around him, dragging her, preparing to finish her.
Eren began hammering her, pinning her, dominating her. Her Body was reacting in ways she never knew it could. She liked the animalistic way he pounded her with his cock, she liked the way he grabbed her hair and tossed her around, she liked the way he took her places she'd never seen without ever moving anywhere.
At that moment she no longer felt like a Queen at all.
She was his servant.
Despite the pain she was feeling, all she felt was bliss. She Arched her back taking him in. With each thrust, he took away a little bit of her sanity. Binding her to the chains of his soul. She looked back at his face and saw a different Eren. Not the brooding and serious, and sure Eren. But a wild, carefree and confused mess. She loved it all.
It was her punishment for treason.
Eren himself couldn't believe what he was doing. He couldn't help himself. It was too late to go back now. He had taken Historia and she had taken him. He admired her small form as he crushed her into the grass. He wanted to please her, but somewhere between it all, he had lost control.
He had no coordination, just primal instinct.
Eren was exhausted, tapping into the last endurance he could muster using his shifter powers he began going faster. The noises he and her now made were less loving and sensual and more guttural and incoherent.
Finally, Historia's walls began to close in around him and her climax synced perfectly with his both pining for each other.
"Ahh— Aghh…" Historia moaned. He grunted as he began to spurt loads of seed inside of her.
"EREN!" she shouted in the stable. The horses in the stable began neighing and clamoring. Eren grabbed Historia and pinned her against the wall putting his hand to her mouth.
"Historia, I'm sorry… We have to get dressed. Someone probably heard us."
She nodded understanding completely their situation.
She got up slowly feeling off balance and the pain built up over their act finally came back to her. She couldn't even stand straight.
When they finished dressing themselves getting ready to head back. They heard people running towards the stable. The two quickly exited the stall and walked towards the exit.
"Eren! Historia!" Armin yelled with Jean, Mikasa, and Sasha at his back.
"Are you guys ok? We heard Historia yell. We came out to see what was wrong."
Armin began walking towards them when he began to notice a certain smell.
"Ack" He scrunched his face. " You guys smell like…"
"Historia what's that on your cheek, and in your hair?" Armin asked suspiciously
Historia's face turned as red as a tomato. In order to save themselves from embarrassment, Eren decided to direct everyone towards their cabin.
"Everything's okay Armin, we should all be getting sleep." Mikasa gave Historia a close look of suspicion.
Eren sighed as everyone proceeded out. He was glad he went out for a walk.
She was glad he did too.
Later that night Eren heard knocking at his door.
He hadn't expected anyone else to be up this late.
Eren made his way towards the door. Slowly opening it he's surprised to see Historia looking right back at him.
They stared at each other in the dark for quite a while.
"So… About those hardening experiments..."
That's it, folks, criticism is expected, Praise is excepted if This blows up large enough to the point where you want it... I'll continue this. No hard feelings to anyone's ship btw, I just have an open dislike for more annoying shippers.
fite me
see ya