Shingeki no Kyojin is owned by Hajime Isayama.
Major Manga Spoilers! Be warned.
Chapter 2: Eren x Historia
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"E-Eren! Faster! Go faster, Eren!"
Eren almost lost all his senses as he heard Mikasa cry out his name like that. She worked so hard to keep that untouchable air about her and to see the effect he could have on her was pretty unbelievable. He was breathing heavily as sweat coated his bare chest, Mikasa lay naked on the bed beneath him. Eren had his hands on her hips as he continuously pumped into her, the sight of her jiggling breasts held his attention as he neared his climax. Mikasa had already had two so at least he knew she got her sense of pleasure already.
"Mikasa!" Eren called her name as he felt a hot sensation building from his loins. "Mikasaaa!" he experienced a whiteout and a sense of fulfilled purpose and life before the strain of his effort took hold and he collapsed next to Mikasa's sprawled form.
The raven-haired beauty wasted no time in wrapping her arms around him and affectionately kissed his forehead and face. "That… was amazing… Eren."
"No… kidding." This wasn't the first time they had done this, nor the second, or the third. After their initial act of intimacy, Mikasa and Eren both experienced a pleasure they never thought possible and both were eager for some more. If they had a long stress filled day or had nothing better to do they would spend their time getting a better feel of the others body and what turns them on.
With Mikasa, Eren noticed that she had a lot of stamina and could last a long time, pushing him to last longer than her so he wouldn't feel like he was half-assing the whole thing. It was also nice to see a more submissive side to Mikasa, the slightest touch from him seemed to get her off and while she did have a dominant side, it had yet to come out during one of their sessions. They would give that time, they were both still new to this. But there was the fact that Eren's life time did largely rely on it and if he really had to find eight other women… it could at least benefit to know what the hell he was doing when the time called for it.
"I wish we could stay like this," Mikasa nudged her head in the crook of his neck, her eyes already growing heavy.
"That'd be nice…" Eren felt his own eyes getting heavy and he swore he dreamt of a woman who was Ymir Fritz holding up eight fingers and flashing a teasing grin.
Eren dressed as usual the next morning, going down to the mess hall and grabbing a table to eat with his friends from the 104.
"Morning Eren," Armin glanced between him and Mikasa who was sitting much closer than usual.
"Hey, Armin." Knowing his blonde friend, he had likely already figured out what was going on between the two of them. And like a true friend, he was keeping shut about it, and at the same time offering that Armin-knows-all smile of his whenever he saw them.
"You seriously hide food away until the next morning?" Connie asked Sasha as he sat down too.
"Of course. I can't wait in a line to put food on my tray. When I'm hungry, I'm hungry. And… oh!" Sasha spotted Eren and Mikasa. "Hey… Eren… Mikasa. Nice to see you both out of bed. I mean – its nice to see you both awake and here with us now!" she had been acting weird whenever she saw them after catching a peek of what they were up to their first time. Eren guessed it was reasonable enough, seeing two people you've known since training suddenly in bed together. But knowing Sasha she couldn't keep a secret for long and Eren really didn't want something like this to be public it'd just be embarrassing for all involved.
"Hello Sasah." Mikasa greeted the same as usual, not missing a beat. "Won't you join us?"
"Uh, yeah, sure." Sasha wasted no time in scarfing down her toast, eggs and fruit. "I probably should have grabbed some water, that made me pretty thirsty."
"Indeed," Mikasa agreed. "Thirst can be dangerous, and you may not have any of mine."
Eren didn't really know if that was a code for something or not, but Sasha quickly excused herself to go and grab something to drink.
"I'm gonna head to the training field, I need to work on my ODM maneuver," Eren announced after finishing his meal. "Want to join in, Armin? Connie?" before he could even stand out of his chair, Eren felt a hand excitedly grab his shoulder. "Huh? Commander Hange?"
"Glad I caught you at the right time Eren!" she handed him a letter.
"What's this?"
"I managed to secure you an invitation with the queen," Hange told him. "Since you seem to have time to train, why not try to better understand more about your previous memories. Only one with royal blood can help you unlock that."
"Historia?" Eren had not seen her since they arrived back from his home town and he had been awarded a medal for his part in retaking Wall Maria. From what he remembered, Historia was coming into her own as queen, looking much more suited for the role than anyone else. And after refusing to become a titan and turning on her crazy father, she definitely had Eren's respect and support in whatever she wanted to do. "She agreed to help?"
"Why do you sound surprised?" Hange asked. "She was the nicest person in your class, and she knows the backing of the Scouts is one of the reasons for her political advantages. Of course she'll help."
"I'll come too," Mikasa finished the rest of her food.
"Actually Mikasa, we need you here." Hange shook her head. "Our recent success has made our branch quite popular, I need you here to show some of the newer recruits some drills, really put them through a few laps."
"But-,"
"It's fine, Mikasa," Eren assured her. "I'll make it up to you later, alright?"
She knew what that meant. "Very well. Best of luck to you, Eren."
A carriage was waiting for Eren outside of headquarters waiting to take him to the capital of Mitras. The city was at its usual hub of activity crowds of people were enjoying the nice weather but made way as the carriage rode past to the royal palace of the walls.
A few MP's were stationed outside and requested Eren had him his invitation before proceeding. Even after he did, Eren felt like a criminal being escorted by six armed guards to where Historia was waiting for him. Even though he had helped take back Wall Maria, it was clear that some still viewed him as a mindless monster. They didn't lead him to the throne room, they went up instead to where the living quarters were. The MP's paused in front a door and when none of them made any sort of move, Eren took it upon himself to knock.
"Yes?" Eren heard the voice of Historia from the other side.
"Uh, hey." Real great way to start. "It's me, Eren. I was told by Commander Hange that you agreed to meet with me."
"Please come in."
Opening the door, Eren stepped into what he now recognized as the master bedroom. It was basically everything the Scouts Headquarters wasn't; lavish, luxurious, ornate, and spacious. There was room for a king size bed, two dressers, a small laydown couch at the foot of the bed, a window with a terrace view, and a desk space where Historia sat.
Her golden hair was done up in a bun on the back of her head, a crown rested on her head, and she was dressed in a pure white dress and gloves. Eren was never a fan of her Krista personality, he always thought it was phony, no one could ever be that nice, and he had been right. Krista was just a mask, a persona she made up so others would like her. Eren had told her before, but he actually preferred the personality of Hisotria, she felt like a much more real girl.
"Eren Yeager," Historia addressed him with all formality of a queen. "Guards, you may leave us." The MP's looked a bit hesitant, but obeyed their queen's command. Historia gestured for Eren to take a seat.
"Not meeting in the throne room?" Eren asked as he pulled up the chair.
Historia made sure that the door closed fully before answering. "And make my back suffer from poor design choice? Would you see your queen in pain?"
"You own the image with that look, why not top it off?"
The corner of her lip turned up for a smile. "It is good to see you again, Eren." She dropped the act.
"Yeah, you too, Historia." She looked good, but Eren didn't say that out loud, while he did consider Historia a friend, he also knew of the connection she had to Ymir. She was probably at this Marley nation now since she left with Reiner and Bertholdt. It was a topic he would be sure to avoid. "So, how did you want to do it?"
"What?" she looked confused and a bit… red in the face?
"The titan memories," Eren clarified. "That is why you agreed to meet me."
"Oh, yes, you just phrased it as bit of a broad question. I thought… never mind." She pulled a glove off her hand. "Take my hand then. Commander Hange said that it happens through physical connection, like back at the cave."
"You're not about to flip me on my ass, are you?" Eren recalled the moment Historia turned on her father to in turn save his own life. He still had to make that up to her.
"Not unless you disrespect your queen."
"Now you're starting to sound like a tyrant." Eren smiled as he reached his hand out to touch hers.
He didn't know what he was expecting, would the memories just come all at once or in small bits and pieces, and whose would they be? His fathers? Eren Krueger's? Frieda's? And the answer was… none of theirs. He did feel a spark as his flesh touched hers, his warmth transferring over to her slightly colder hand, but no sudden memory flash that suddendly overtook him.
"Well?" Historia asked. "Do you feel anything?"
"Do you think Commander Hange would be upset if I lie and say yes?"
"I think she would question you religiously about what it was until she realized you have no idea what you were talking about. And you wouldn't lie, it isn't like you, you give it to people as it is."
"Thanks," Eren took his hand away and ran it through his sheen hair.
"You're very much like Jean in that regard."
"Way to ruin it." Eren didn't hate Jean like he did in their cadet days, but the two of them still butted heads, mainly due to the spirit of their rivalry and it kept things from getting boring. "I don't get it, it worked before when you touched my back. Hold on!" a thought just popped into Eren's head.
"What is it?"
"Didn't Rod say something in the cave about how only the spine needs to be eaten for the power of the titans to be transferred?"
"I… believe he said something like that. What did you have in mind?"
Eren pulled his chair out and took of his jacket and pulled his shirt up to his shoulders and knelt before Historia. "Try touching my back this time."
"Hm?" she sounded distracted. "Oh! Right." He felt her small dainty hand touch his bare back and felt a tickling sensation run all the way down his spine and he felt like his brain temporarily shut off. "Feel anything now?"
"I felt something," Eren told her. "Try a different spot."
"You're not tricking me into giving you a massage, are you?" Historia asked as her hand moved closer to his nape. It felt like sparks of lightning were tickling his flesh from her touch. It wasn't like how he felt like when Mikasa touched him. What?! What made him make that comparison of all things?
"No, but you'd make a fortune off of it if this whole royalty thing doesn't work out." Better to switch the topic.
"Ah yes, and get a chance to meet all the old men who would pay to be touched by the queen. It'd have more gold than the treasurary."
"Well then you'd have enough to hire some muscle to keep the old men in check."
"Are you volunteering?"
"Does my queen order me to volunteer?"
"Your queen would rather you just call her Historia, and she would ask you to do it as a favor."
"Well it's good to know I found a way to finally repay you then." He felt her remove her hand.
"What do you mean? What do you owe me for, Eren?"
"For snapping me out of my funk back in that cave. If you hadn't, I would have been crushed under all those rocks wishing I had died. So yeah, I have a lot to owe you for."
Historia thought over her words before answering. "You don't owe me for that. Like I told you before, we're both enemies of humanity. Consider it as a act of camaraderie. Heh." She laughed. "That's probably something Krista would say."
"No, it isn't." he turned his head to see her confused look. "Krista would have said to think nothing of it, and that she should be thanking me for giving her the courage or something, and she never would have the two of us enemies of humanity." Her blue eyes got a bit wider before she blinked and cover the side of her face with her hand.
"Perhaps you're right."
They tried more touch sensitive ways of trying to trigger any sort of memories, but all Eren ended up feeling was that same tingly electric sensation, that and a sense of warmth and fulfillment when their skin touched. He must have been thinking about the promise he made to make it up to Mikasa, that was it.
"Is this getting boring for you, too?" Eren asked after nearly an hour had gone by.
"Have you grown tired of my company, Eren Yeager?"
"Yeah, you found me out. I'm intimidated by your high class status." It felt nice to joke around with Historia like this, knowing that she could carry on with it as well, especially since being queen was never something she had planned on, just accepted because it had to be done.
"Well then, perhaps we should try on another day, one where you have had time to refine your ruffian ways."
"I should be free tomorrow," Eren said, not recalling any chores or cleaning that had to be done.
"Same time then. And don't be late; it isn't wise to keep a queen waiting."
"Duly noted."
"Huuugh! Huuh! NNEGGH!"
Eren felt like his legs were going to collapse out from under him as he stood jut off to the side of the bed with Mikasa laying spread across the side. A thin trail of his semen leaked out of her as he pulled out and collapsed next to her on the bed.
"Ooooh, Eren!" Mikasa stroked his hair and assisted in pulling him fully onto the bed. "You were really going fast that time."
"Really? I hardly noticed." Mikasa must have took that as a joke as she lightly punched his arm, but really Eren felt his head had not been in the right spot. He had only made Mikasa cum once before he finished too. Whenever he looked at her, it might have been the trick of the light, but he thought her raven black hair looked lighter, and her eyes a bluer hue. He fell asleep shortly after.
The next day was a hot one. The sun had risen early and promised to stay until the moon was out. As lahish as the royal palace was, it was extremely stuffy.
"Man, can we open a window or something, geeze." Eren wiped some sweat from his brow and took a drink of the water one of Historia's maids had provided for their meeting.
"The window's are all open, Eren," Historia used a hand fan to cool her face. Her room was especially stuffy.
"Shit," Eren cursed.
"Language," Historia chided him. "I could have your tongue removed, you know?"
"Then you'd be punishing yourself."
"How so?"
"Who else are you going to have meaningful conversations with?"
"My, you seem to have gotten the best of me, Eren Yeager."
Eren briefly rolled his eyes. "Is there somewhere else we can go? Somewhere cooler?"
Historia thought it over. "Hm. Well, we could go to the gardens. There is a nice shaded spot and there is a nice breeze today as well."
When they went outside, Eren realized that Historia did not mean garden in the practical sense, it was basically a park. There was a hedge maze, hedge statues of animals, trees in full bloom, and even a number of other nobles taking a tour. Historia led him over to an alcove just by the hedge maze that was shielded by the local shrubs and the branches of a tree overhead.
"Is this more to your standards?" Historia asked.
"My standards? I would have been fine with a bench and a tree, so no, they don't meet my expectations, they blew it out of the water."
"I'm pleased to hear it." They sat down and touched hands once again. Still the same as before. They continued for a bit longer before taking a break and decided to people watch.
"Hey, is that MP over there falling asleep?" Eren pointed to a standing guard who seemed to be teetering where he stood.
"What a splendid performance for one is dedicated to protecting their queen," Historia said with sarcasm. Eren snapped a branch off and lightly tossed it at the MP, hitting him and jolting him awake. "What an excellent throw."
Eren shrugged. "I know what happens when people slack on their jobs. What about that guy over there?" Eren thumbed to where a fat noble was talking with a few others. "Is he asking where the kitchen is?"
Historia chuckled. "That is Lord Balto, a promising lord in Wall Rose and parts of Sina too. He had an appointment and proposition with me earlier and I was quick to shoot him down."
"What did he ask for? More food?"
"My hand in marriage."
Eren felt like a knife had just been plunged into his heart and an icy feeling began to spread from it. "What?"
"This is not the first time he has asked that of me, nor will it be the last. Lord Balto is like most all nobles, always looking for ways to move up in society. I am unmarried and the queen of these walls, it only makes sense that my hand would be a sought after item."
"Yeah, but still that's gross!" Eren said, disgusted by the idea. "Your young and that guy has to be in his fifties!"
"They see my age as a good thing," Historia explained. "It means that I have many opportunities to have their heirs. But in Lord Balto's case, to breed his piglets."
Eren felt an all too familiar sense of fury begin to boil up inside of his chest, the same kind that time he killed those kidnappers to save Mikasa. "Wait here." Eren made a move to go over and hit the noble in his fat face, but he felt a dainty hand take hold of his.
"Eren, don't."
"Historia, you-,"
"I have refused his request, I told you. Causing a scene would only ruin the reputation you have and for the Scouts too. Is one pig really worth it?"
Eren clenched a fist, but ultimately sat back down. "You don't deserve that."
"I don't deserve what?" Historia asked.
"You don't deserve to have to keep tell gross old men to back off. You're not like them, you don't care for this kind of life. You actually have respect for yourself to not be treated like a prized breeding horse. You might not be an angel like Krista, but you could still do better than any stuck-up noble." Eren felt the heat from the air and from own body. He looked over to see Historia with a beat-red face. He chalked it up to the heat.
"That is… kind of you to say, Eren. Thank you. But this is a game of politics here, the only reason why I hold the throne is because of the Scouts backing. If their funding were to run low and a noble was to make them a deal, well, there would be a new king sitting on the throne besides mine. The people of these walls are still very traditional, they expect a new ruler from royal blood sooner or later." She paused seeing the look Eren was giving her. "Sorry. I am talking about matters that are irrevelent. You probably don't worry about such things."
"Actually…" Eren rubbed the back of his head. "I think I can one-up yours." If Historia had been a stranger, he would not be telling her this, but as a friend, he felt she could be trusted. So he explained the secret power of his titan and how performing such an act prolonged the curse. By the time he was finished, her face looked like a tomato.
"Well… Ymir Fritz certainly was… perverted." She composed herself. "I don't mean to assume, but I take it Mikasa has made her move?"
"Was it that obvious?" now he was embarrassed.
"Ever since our cadet days, yes. Has she said anything about the other eight? Mikasa never struck me as one to share."
"We uh, never talked about that." Man, how would that even go down?
"Ah, I see. Mikasa is a more physical type."
"You said it. She's practically… hey!" Eren caught on to what she was implying noticing the coy smile Hisotria wasn't trying to hide.
"You don't need to sound embarrassed about that. We all figured Mikasa would be the one to make the first move."
"…Right." It kind of miffed him that he was the only one not to realize how Mikasa had felt. "And I care about Mikasa too. Sure I was an asshole a lot of the time, but I always thought she was just trying to one up me. But knowing now, I would have acted differently, you know, not like a jerk."
A breeze blew by, knocking golden lock of Historia's hairs out of place to hang to the side of her face. "Hey, you got a…"
Eren reached out to tuck her hair back in place, only for her to do the same. Their hands met, with Eren's cupping the side of her heart-shaped face. This time, he felt much more of a jolt, it was like his nervous system was on high alert, taking in every feel of heat from her hand to his. Histotia had yet to move her hand from his, maybe she was feeling the same?
Eren had no idea what compelled him to do it, but slid closer to Historia, his face coming down meet hers, his lips brushing against hers. When he kissed her, it was like lightning shoot all over his body, he felt the hairs on his arms and neck stand up as he took in this new, unexpected sensation. He… liked it. He liked it a lot.
He pulled away.
Historia blinked a few times, bringing a finger up to where Eren's lips had met hers, her face was tainted red. "Eren…"
"Uh…" shit what the hell does he say to get out of this? He just kissed the queen of all people. He wouldn't have considered it as awkward as he should have if not for the fact that he knew that Historia had feelings for Ymir. He might have been dense when it came to Mikasa, but anyone could see the chemistry the two of them had."I'm uh… sorry." His face must have been as well as hers. He stood up. "I'll just… show myself out then."
His legs were already moving, his ears not listening if Historia called his name or not. All he knew was that he had to save the both of them the trouble and embarrassment.
Later that night
Eren laid down next to Mikasa who practically slept in his room now. He had been in a weird funk since his kiss with Historia, thinking about nothing but it since it happened. "Eren?" Mikasa called his name, cuddling closer to him. "If you're having trouble sleeping, we could always…"
"Wha? Oh! I'm actually really tired, it was a long day at the capital. Could we just… stay like this tonight?"
Mikasa rested her head on his arm. "Sure."
After a few minutes of silence Eren finally asked, "Hey, Mikasa?"
"Hm?"
"About this whole ability of mine and everything…"
"I'm not pregnant."
"I wasn't going to ask that, but good to know. What I was going to say, you know that for it to fully work I have to have… eight more, right?"
"I do."
"Right. Well, what would you do when that happens?"
"I would have to approve them myself. I don't want you to be with just anyone, they should love you for you, and they have to not hog you all of the time."
"Oh. Good to know." That put him a little more at ease. Did he even know eight girls?
"Have you thought of someone else?" her question caught him off guard.
"What?"
"It's Sasha, isn't it?"
"Sasha? What, no. what are you talking about?"
"Oh. Never mind."
Eren went to sleep thinking about blonde hair and blue eyes.
He expected to wake up with Mikasa the next morning, get dressed and go down to breakfast to resume his regular training session so that his skills didn't go to hell. Two of those things happened. He and Mikasa woke up, got dressed, but the letter stuck to the outside of his door threw the rest of his plans to ruins.
It was a royal summons from Queen Historia. She expected him promptly at the palace at 6. No excuses.
Yeah, he was in for it.
That kiss must have been a line crossed for Historia especially after everything that happened with Ymir. Eren must have reminded her of the other girl somehow and now was going to face the consequences for it. He doubted Historia would have him killed, but she wasn't a saint like Krista, she could still have things done to him.
When the hour of fate came about, Eren found himself standing outside of the queen's doors, knocking softly.
"Come in." she didn't even ask who it was. She knew, there could be no one else here.
Eren opened the door and entered. Historia was seated at the couch at the foot of her bed, still wearing a formal white dress and her hair done up in the bun behind her head. She looked as regal as ever, and the look she gave him only added to that image.
"Historia-,"
"Come sit." It sounded more like a command than anything else. He took a seat next to the short blonde. "Do you know why I called you here, Eren?"
"I have a pretty good idea."
"Tell me."
"It was about what happened yesterday in the garden when I…"
"Kissed me?" Historia finished for him.
"Yeah."
"And?"
"And I'm sorry," Eren apologized. "It was wrong of me to do it, all things considered. It was highly inapproiate and I'm sorry."
"Hm. Well it was inapproiate, but what do you mean all things considered?"
"Well, you know, you're the queen and I'm just some guy turned Titan Shifter."
"Eren, when have you ever cared about class?" she didn't sound mad when she asked that. "We agreed that we were… friends, yes?"
"We are. It's just… friends don't usually kiss one another."
"You and Mikasa do."
"Yeah but that's-," he stopped talking as his brain picked up on what Hisotria was implying. It was something he wouldn't have been able to do since before getting with Mikasa, but now, it seemed much more obvious. "Wait! Are you saying that you-?"
"Are you asking if I enjoyed it, yes." She said that with barely a blush on her face. "I was actually offended when you walked off."
"B-but I thought… you and Ymir… you were always so close, she had feelings for you."
"You're right. Ymir did feel that way about me, and I about her. Apart from you, she was the only person interested in knowing Historia over Krista. I care for her, just as I care for you. It is hard to explain, but there are people who find both men and women attractive. Maybe I am one of those types. All I know is that when you kissed me, I just felt right."
"You- you're being serious right now?" it was like having reality flipped on him twice since he found out about the titan power. Historia really liked him like that.
"I wouldn't have invited you back here if I didn't. I know that you have Mikasa, and it would sound selfish of me to ask this of you, but… I would rather be with you Eren than any other noble in these walls. You see me for who I am and accept me for it; that is all I could ever ask from someone. So," she took off her glove and presented her hand to Eren, "if you would have me?"
This was happening, Historia was actually offering herself to him. As Krista, he acknowledge that she was cute, that was undeniable, she was just creepy with how positive she was. But all the other cadets loved her for that, they would often talk about one day marrying her or sharing their fantasies about her, but none of them would ever get to experience them.
Eren took her hand and placed a kiss on her knuckles. He kissed the back of her hand, and kissed farther up along her arm. He stopped when he reached her shoulder, looking at her angelic face. She put a finger to the side of her mouth to show where she wanted him to go next.
Cupping her face, Eren planted a chaste kiss to the side of Historia's mouth until she turned her head and brought her lips to his. With one hand cupping her face, Eren used his other to undo the bun and letting her blonde hair fall free to her shoulders. He ran his fingers through her golden locks, feeling like he was touching the sun.
"Mmmhnn!" Historia moaned into the kiss, sliding her body closer to his until she was straddling his hips. She broke the embrace, her blue eyes flickered open. "I'm new to this, but would you prefer we move to the bed?"
"If that's what the queen desires," Eren said trying to sound cool.
"You're the expert when it comes to this, I was asking you. But… yes, I would." Historia got off of him and went to sit at the side of her large bed, Eren followed soon after. He felt Historia put her dainty hands on his arms, running the length of them and finding their way to his torso. "You… have some muscle to you." She averted her eyes.
"You've seen my titan form," Eren told her.
"My, is that what I'm in for?" she was trying to sound unfazed, but Eren could pick up the hesitation on her end.
He put a hand behind her head and one on the small of her back, pulling her closer and giving her a kiss. "If that bothers you, you can always find one of those other lords."
"You're very funny," she mock glowered at him. "Are you trying to shy out of this, I wonder? Fear of Mikasa would put anyone in line."
"If anyone should be afraid of Mikasa, it's you," Eren told her. "She said she had accepted the fact that I have to have others, but it's still probably too early for her to fully come to terms with it all."
"Well, if she asks, just say that you were fulfilling your favor to the queen. And as a reward I have granted you a section of land." Eren had a feeling that that land was a valley between two mountains in a metaphorical sense.
He shed his shirt and helped her undo some of the fabric that tied her dress and corset together. Historia was now clad in her panties, but moved an arm up to cover her exposed chest. "They're… probably not as big as Mikasa's," Historia admitted. "That's what I get for being the shortest in our year."
Eren finished pulling off his pants leaving him in just his underwear with a very noticeable bulge forming. To put her at ease, Eren kissed her once more. Using his tongue, he parted Historia's lips and touched his tongue to hers. He had done this only a few times with Mikasa, but he found it helped to show affection.
"Mmff!" the both of them moaned into the kiss, Historia moving her tongue as well to touch his own.
While they kissed, Eren moved his hands to her arms that covered her chest. Eventually, Historia moved her arms, and guiding his hands to her breasts. At first touch, Eren knew that they weren't as big as Mikasa's, they felt much more firm though. If he had to guess, he would say Historia was a good or full B-cup.
Still not breaking the kiss, Eren slid his thumbs across her chest, running his thumbs across her nipples, feeling how they became hard at his touch. Eren continued to kiss Historia as he simultaneously handled her breasts with care, not wanting her to feel uncomfortable. That was why he was caught off guard when he felt one of her hands travel from his toned chest down to his pelvic region where she rubbed a thumb across his growing bulge.
Eren broke the kiss. "Historia?"
"Well… I don't want you doing all the work." It was impossible for her to say that without turing red. "Am I not… doing it right?"
"Oh no! No, you're fine. Just," Eren took his hands off her chest to slide his underwear off, his member springing from its confinement to its full length.
"Well… you certainly have… wow." Historia seemed at a loss for words. She hadn't been expecting the first phallus to be so… big. "Is it okay of I?"
Her hand wrapped around his manhood, moving up from the head and down the shaft to his balls. Eren's cock tingled at the sensation Historia was eliciting from him.
"Hss!" Eren wheezed out as Historia used her thumb and forefinger now for a better, tighter fit.
Eren bent his neck to plant a kiss to each of her breasts, squeezing them together and leaving a trail of saliva to run down the valley between her breasts.
"Eren! Historia cried. Eren snapped his head to attention to see Historia breathing heavily, her eyes nearly glazed over. Historia leaned her forehead to his, her hot breath hit his face. "I… I'm ready."
She snaked an arm around his neck and pulled him down onto the bed so that he hovered over her. "You sure?" Eren asked as he adjusted himself once Historia had spread her legs.
She nodded, blue eyes filled with determination. "I'm sure. You're the only man I can see myself doing this with."
"It might hurt at first," Eren warned her.
"It's alright, Eren. I trust you."
She trusted him. Not wanting to let her down, Eren instead moved a hand between her spread legs. Using his thumb, Eren flicked at her clit, getting her more aroused. Her legs squirmed and her toes curled as she felt a new sense of pleasure.
Taking it a bit further, Eren slid a finger inside, not too far, but deep enough to give Historia a sense of what was to come. "Ah! Eren! Do that again!"
She enjoyed it. This time, Eren went with two fingers, he went a bit deeper this time, and curled them once he felt a certain spot. Historia gasped at his action, her body convulsing with pleasure. Hitting that same spot again with his fingers, Eren went back to using his thumb to flick at her clit.
"Eren! I… ah! I feel something! Ah! Ahhhah! Haaaaa! Eren!" Historia shouted his name as her inner walls contracted and he felt her sexual juices cover his fingers as she reached her climax.
"Are you ready for real this time?" Eren placed himself above her, his face only an inch from hers.
She wrapped her arms around him and gave him a kiss. Eren took that as his que to slowly start to enter her. She was tight, tighter than Mikasa had been her first time around, but her walls parted so easily for him. Historia let out a loud, "Hnngh!" when he reached a certain point and Eren stopped to let hr adjust.
She dug her nails into his back as the pain showed on her face, so Eren reached a hand around and under her back to slowly rub circles to put her more at ease. Eventually, Histoira rubbed his back in comforting circles. "Okay, you can move now."
Eren sheathed the rest of his length inside of her and gave her time before pulling out slightly to move back in. her eyes were closed, but her mouth began to turn upward before she let out her first moan, "Oohh!"
Eren went back in a bit faster. "Ooh yes!" he went a bit faster. "Oh yes, Eren!"
His hips moved against hers as he felt Historia mold around his shaft, the feeling being absolute bliss. She opened her blue eyes to stare into his green ones and Eren couldn't help but intertwine their hands and lean down to kiss her with passion, letting her know how much her cared for her in this moment.
Eren continued to pick up his pace, but eventually Historia let out one moan that wasn't in pleasure, "OW!"
"Sorry!" Eren instantly stopped pumping, an action that went against the feeling of a tightening about to occur from his manhood. "Wait, I have an idea."
Still connected, Eren flipped their positions so that he was on the bottom, and Historia lay across his chest. It was fitting for a queen after all. "Ooooh, Eren!" Historia moaned in pleasure once more at the change of pace.
With her on top, Historia moved her hips back to meet Eren's thrusts, building a steady rhythm between the two of them. Eren's hand's traveled Histoia's body, finding her hips and ass. He gave her a small squeeze as he picked up his pace once more.
Historia's eyes went wide. "E-Eren, I think… it's time… I'm going to-to…"
"Yeah… me too." He had been resisting the urge to blow his load since entering her. "I- here it comes. Hnngh! Historia!"
"Ahhhh! Eren!"
Both of their sexual juices met as Historia's walls contracted around Eren's manhood, milking him for all that he was worth. And apart from the wonderful feeling of release, Eren experienced a flash of someone's memories, but they went by so fast he couldn't see who. Then came the image of Ymir Frits holding up seven fingers.
Historia collapsed across his body, sweat coating both their bodies as they came down from their orgasmic high. "Eren… thank you."
"Anything for you, my queen." Eren wrapped an arm around her waist, his other hand connecting with hers.
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So that was the second chapter. I meant to have it out by 5/10 since that's Erehisu day (he's rank 5, she's rank 10). But better late than never.
Still looking for the last three girls to include. the choices are:
Frieda (with a way to bring her back)
Ymir (Got a few reviews and PM's about her so she's back on the voting list)
Hitch
Hange
Ms. Tybur
Let me know by review or PM. Peace.