He heard three knocks at the door, and moved quickly to greet his visitor.
The knocks had been their code, ever since they had begun their nightly trysts. One knock meant they could meet for less than an hour, two knocks meant enough time to share a meal, while three knocks…
Sasha was standing outside in a dark cloak, with a hood covering her face and eyes. She looked startled when the door swung open, and he noticed that she was munching on a chocolate bar that she almost dropped in surprise.
She hadn't written to him in weeks, and he had almost begun to fear the worst. Later, he overheard from some of the Eldian Generals that she and her regiment had been in the country without her telling him.
He remembered fearing that she no longer wanted to be with him, that she had found someone else…. But it seemed as if his fears were unfounded.
He remembered how painful it was, when he first saw her when she had returned to Shiganshina. Surrounded by her comrades, she laughed and drank while he sat sullenly by, preparing food for them.
She gave him only a cursory acknowledgement, that from officer to a captor, but nothing more. She had done so at his direction "You already stop by so often", he whispered to her urgently one night, as they held each other tightly, perspiring slightly. He had noticed the brotherly glances directed at him by Jean and Connie, her ever present companions. "I'm sure Jean already suspects, and Connie may as well. Ignore me at all times, and speak with me only when necessary."
She looked at him with her big brown doe eyes, and nodded mutely. And so it was that he could only nod at her politely, while ladling out food.
He was unable to touch her, to kiss her, to pull her hair and hear her scream. It had driven him crazy, but there was nothing he could do. She was an Eldian from Paradise Island, and he a Marleyan captive.
She looked at her feet guiltily, and tapped her feet on the ground uncertainly under his intense gaze. She rubbed the edges of her cloaks with her fingers nervously, as she avoided looking at him face on.
"N-nico," she began " I-"
He pulled her inside the house by her collar roughly, and kissed her hard. He could taste the chocolate on her breath, as he kneaded his hands into her short hair.
"Do you like it?" she had asked him shyly, when she had shown him her new haircut for the first time.
Far removed from the women in Marley, who obsessed about their hair, makeup, shoes and dresses, he was shocked she'd made such a conspicuous change.
By contrast, she was practically feral, having grown up as a hunter of big game in the woods of Paradise. She was freckled and toned, and the sun had made her skin rough, while her intense training had made her hands calloused and thick.
She shaved beneath her arms, but was hairy around her sex. She ate and belched like a man, and had a loud honking laugh. When they first met, he could scarcely understand her due to her thick and provincial accent.
And she was beautiful, so beautiful.
"Mmph!" She was at first shocked by his eagerness, but soon returned his embrace with fervor, wrapped her arms and legs around his torso.
He picked her up, eliciting a squeal, and walked to the bed with her in his arms, as their tongues twirled and fought for domination. He let go of her with a gasp, as the two of them panted for air. He stared into her face, breathing heavily.
He witnessed the slightly dazed look on her face that she bore when lust began to overtake her, and considered her warm brown pools for a moment before throwing her unceremoniously onto the bed.
He undid the buckle on his belt clumsily, as she threw the hood off of her body, and began unbuttoning her shirt.
He remembered being terrified when he had been captured, as Eldians were well-known to be a savage bunch.
"Devils", his Grandfather would snarl, when passing them on the street "A lying, treacherous, murderous lot. You would do well to stay away from them" he said to Nico.
And so Nico had.
Well, mostly.
"As a youth, " he thought, as he removed Sasha's underwear from her sex, as she looked away shyly, nibbling at her fingers and rubbing her legs in anticipation "he was wont to throw rocks at some of the elders, when they were forced to come into town."
"And, there was a certain fat little boy", he reflected, as he flipped Sasha onto her side, sticking her dainty toes into his mouth as he pounded away, enjoying the sound of her moans "Who he and a few of his friends were often known to chase home, and take turns pushing him into the dirt until they finally grew bored."
"A certain shop that had an old gouted woman," he reminisced, as Sasha scratched at his chest while he threw her legs around his shoulders, before their hands intertwined "who never seemed to notice when they found a choice item to steal and make theirs…
But that was not so unusual, and he had remembered well the lessons his Grandfather had taught him.
"A lying, treacherous, murderous lot. You would do well to stay away from them"
The Paradise Eldians, however, Nico would never dare to confront.
When he had first seen them, he was certain that his Grandfather had lied to him as a child. Surely, the weak, sad, and scared people he had seen before had been imposters.
These were the true Eldians he had been told of, those who ate children and had horns beneath their hair and tails tucked into their pants.
All of them had eyes so intense, a visage so potent it didn't seem fully human…
"The Predator's stare", he thought, as he took her nipple into his mouth and sucked it hard, giving rise to Sasha letting out a shriek of pleasure, half a moan and half a giggle.
Sasha had told him she had seen it many times before, when she regaled him with her greatest hunting stories. The eye of a creature unafraid and confident, resolute in its capacity to kill and conquer.
The two Ackermans radiated power and strength. One was of cool lethality, the other scarcely concealed rage and disgust.
Eren was strong and broad, and his eyes danced with a light that seemed not quite sane at times.
Hange, though affable, was maniacal with his pursuit of knowledge, and her intellect seemed otherworldly.
And Sasha…
Sasha had terrified him most of all.
During one of her visits, the second or third time she came by herself, he asked her if she did indeed have horns.
She looked at him with a strange expression on her face, before breaking out into her honking laugh, and admitted that she did not know.
Her hair had been long since she was a girl, she had explained, and she had never seen her scalp.
Nico remembered her inviting him to reach out his hand and see if he could find any.
He rubbed her head slowly, bringing both of their faces to a flush which, in the summer, he attributed to nothing more than the temperature. Her scalp felt the same as his, except it gave way to thick and unruly brown hair, whereas his was neatly combed, straight, and blond. No horns to speak of.
"No tail either" he laughed to himself, as he smoothed his hands over her round bottom on the way to her waist, as she crouched downwards with her bottom arched, hands gripping the headboard of the bed tightly as she wept softly during her release. He pulled her hair back hard, before turning her head so that he could greet her with a passionate kiss, which she returned intensely as she stroked his cheek lovingly.
"Foolish boy" his Grandfather had spat, when he had finally become sure of his vocation
"You want to spend your life as a damned cook?"
His Grandfather had always wanted him to join into business with him, a financial company with significant investitures with the shipping companies that transported supplies in and out of Marley.
Nico had always had a talent with figures, but cooking had been his first love and passion. He had learned how to cook from the staff at his home, most of them Marleyans.
There was one bespeckled old man, an Eldian, who had given him a book of his family recipes when he noted his interest. When his Grandfather learned of his actions, he fired him immediately, and Nico no longer remembered his name.
But the book remained a treasured possession of his.
He would cook for himself, his friends, and would sometimes volunteer in the poorer parts of town, where he could experiment with different foods and recipes. Secretly, he dreamed of running his own restaurant one day.
He had never seen someone with such a strong passion for food like Sasha, however. The first day she came to eat his food, she had launched into it like a wild animal. Lobster, steak, confectionaries, pastas, wine, ale…. Whatever it was mattered not, and Sasha would praise him as a genius before demanding another course.
He was at first utterly bewildered by such a display, but was slightly impressed and absurdly proud. He remembered being slightly frustrated when he thought of it that night, as he laid in bed alone. Why did he care what a damned Eldian devil thought of his food?
He remembered that she had found a way to sneak him from his post out one day, when her visits grew more frequent. How she did it he never knew, and she also refused to let him know where they were going.
"It's a surprise!" she said, her face breaking out into an impish grin " Nothing is worse than ruining a surprise"
She had finally led him to a remote river, where there were two fishing rods laid carefully across a large and mossy rock, accompanied by two wicker baskets.
She grabbed him by his shirt excitedly, and plopped him down onto a patch of the muddy ground beside the river, while she sat next to him. "I love to fish", she told him in an urgent whisper, as she demonstrated how to cast a line properly into the river, and pushed a basket in his direction.
"My Pap' would take me out some days, and we would find rainbow trout, sometimes even salmon and pike, or even-" she babbled on and on about various different fish and their different tastes, another endless and idiotic story of a country girl in the woods with her yokel father, whom Nico doubted knew how to read.
As the sun set at the day's end, casting a beautiful purple-and-red haze across the evening sky, Nico's basket was as empty as it had been when the day began. Conversely, Sasha's held at least a dozen different fish. To make matters worse, a fish hook had torn his shirt sleeve, and the unpolished handle of Sasha's old fishing rod had rubbed his hands raw.
Sasha noticed his hand, and told him to wait for her for a few moments as they walked back to his post. She quickly grabbed a few plants from the woods, chewed them for a few moments, and then rubbed the half-chewed contents onto her hand.
He had been disgusted by her display, She was probably raised by fucking pigs, with manners like that he thought, but she swore that it would help them to heal faster.
He swore to himself he would have nothing else to do with such a heathen, a damned Eldian devil from Paradise Island.
And yet when she asked him if he was willing to spend time with her again, "O-of course!" he heard himself saying, with a sheepish grin on his face, as she broke out into a smile "I-i'd love to!"
And so the two of them would meet from time to time, and she taught him how to do so many things.
How to ride a horse.
How to throw a knife.
And how to fire a gun.
When he had first picked up the old rusty shotgun she had found for him, the reverb had been so strong that it had knocked him to the ground, and it had hit his shoulder so hard that he was confident that it was broken.
She had let out her wide honking laugh when she looked at him, his immaculate clothing muddy, his perfectly coiffed hair filled with dirt and pebbles.
"You think this is funny" he had barked at her, as she continued to laugh "You damn-" . He tried to lift himself off the ground, but his face blanched when he leaned onto his shoulder, and he fell onto the ground in a heap.
Suddenly she was at her side. "Hey are you okay?" she said quickly, as she massaged his shoulder "I'm sorry for laughing. Can you stand?"
She placed his arm over her shoulder, and lifted him effortlessly. Although he was taller and broader than her by a wide margin, she was much, much stronger.
He noticed that, in the course of lifting him, dirt had fallen on her face as well. He pushed the dirt away from her face, and noticed the strange look she had on her face.
His heart beat slowly as time slowed to a crawl, as the two stared into each other's eyes. Her big brown doe eyes flickered from peering into his, and flickering downward toward his mouth, before piercing his once more.
He looked from her lips to her eyes once again, and began to lean forward.
Ever since then, the two had spent as much time as possible together.
After 6 months, when the Eldians began to trust the Marleyans more, Nico had been able to find a small apartment for himself in Shiganshina.
He remembered how thrilled he was when she could visit him for the first time. He had spent three days preparing all of her favorite foods, and even stole a small bottle of a special dessert liquor from the Officer's guild for them to share.
He remembered how she had jumped into his arms at the door, as she kissed all over his face and neck. "W-wait" he sputtered, between her feverish attacks "I-I made food for us! W-we need to eat it now, before it gets C-cold" he was finally able to yelp, as she had sucked his neck hungrily.
He was finally able to calm her down enough to where they could share the food together, and the extreme display of it all brought tears to her eyes, which almost surpassed her later tears upon tasting it.
"N-nico, you're a genius!" she wept, as she ate. She always ate without utensils or napkins, and no amount of reprimands would bring her to stop speaking with her mouth full.
He just smiled and laughed at her antics, which eventually sent her into a coughing fit. He had to run over to her side of the table and whack her on the back so she didn't choke to death.
"A treacherous, murderous, lying lot."
"It had been almost a year now," he thought, as they held each other in a sticky and sweat-filled embrace, as he began to drift to sleep "Since he had fallen in love with her."
"W-what" he muttered, as Sasha pulled him closer, giving a cozy exhale as she too began to fall asleep.
He stopped playing with her stringy brown hair, as he realized what it was that he just thought. " An Eldian, an Eldian,. "
Nico's stomach roiled all at once, and suddenly her embrace became toxic, and unbearable.
He gently pushed her away from him on the Bed, and ran to the bathroom. He didn't quite make it in time until he started vomiting.
Sweat was running down his face, but his body felt ice cold. "He had made love to her how many times?" he thought, as he heaved once more, "He had caressed her, cooked for her, cared for her..."
He shivered as he thought of the way she would smile wickedly, when she would bring his manhood into her mouth.
His revulsion grew, remembering how she would dig her fingers into his hair, when he licked at that sweet place between her thighs.
He vomited once again, thinking of how many times she would leave marks on his neck and shoulders, places she liked to boast belonged to no woman but her...
Nico, being born tall, rich, blonde, and handsome, had never lacked for women. Many women had desired him, and as a youth he spent many lazy days in Marley with many young ladies whom he had called on. They were all dainty and coquettish, perfect Marley gentlewomen. They wore frilly pastels and large hats to protect them from the sun, and often wore gloves over their hands and hosieries over their legs.
He could recall almost none of their names, and would struggle greatly if he were made to select them from a crowd.
Sex with them had been boring, most of all for him, and he would grow tired of them quickly. There were always more to be found, but none held his attention for long.
His Grandfather insisted that he marry one of them, but Nico much preferred the life of an eligible, rich heir. "They are good for nothing but fucking", he told his Grandfather. "It was no different with Sasha, '' he thought, at the beginning "why should she be any different? It was no different, was it? "
He remembered seeing Sasha showing him how to skin a deer, her hands caked in blood and guts, as he took another shaky breath before he vomited again.
He remembered Sasha walking over to him, fish in hand, barefoot and muddy, as his nose began to run with blood.
Sasha, sweaty from training, kissing him and leaving the taste of salt in his mouth. He remembered, as the sour and putrid taste of vomit dominated his tongue and mouth.
Sasha, Sasha, Sasha.
An Eldian. An Eldian.
"A Treacherous, lying, murdering lot"
He remembered looking at their pictures in school, their curved noses and boils over their face, their yellow eyes and blackened teeth, as they preyed on the virtuous citizens of Marley. He recalled the rocks he had thrown, the proud Marleyan anthem he had recited in school, and the terror he had felt when he had been captured.
Nico's commotion roused Sasha from her sex-induced stupor, and upon viewing the vomit, she let out a yell. "Oh my GOD", she said, confusedly. She threw on his shirt and ran to the bathroom beside him on the floor. "What the hell happened? What did you eat?"
She put her hands on him, and he let out a strangled scream "Don't you fucking touch me"
The monsters of his childhood were besides him, he was sure. He would turn to his left and see a Titan, or one of the pictures he had seen in school. An Eldian had taken him captive, and would soon tear out his eyes and eat his tongue, heart, and genitals, just like the stories said.
"Hey, HEY", she barked at him, as she pulled his face towards hers.
He tried to close his eyes, because he couldn't stand to see the monster he knew sat beside him.
The wide, predatory eyes of a Titan.
The yellow eyes of an Eldian.
The mad light of Eren.
The cold, murderous gaze of Mikasa.
The fiery rage of Captain Levi.
The manic genius of Hange.
Instead, he glimpsed big brown doe eyes, full of concern and… love.
Love and Concern, and nothing else.
Sasha terrified him completely.
"Nico, are you there?" she asked, as she rubbed his cheeks softly. She was so close, that he could see the individual freckles on her face, and the small white scar across her forehead which became more apparent when the skin there crinkled into a frown.
Her lips were slightly chapped, and she still had some chocolate on the side of her face.
Under her shirt, he see the hints of her rippled physique and muscled arms, and the hairy brown patch that dominated her sex.
She was so beautiful.
"I-I'm sorry, love." he stammered apologetically, " I don't know what came over me" he rasped, moving her hands away as he spit the last remaining contents within his mouth into the toilet bowl. He then flushed the contents as Sasha starred in concern "I've felt slightly under the weather for a few days" he lied.
"Could've told me that before jumpin' me, couldn't you?" she muttered, half-seriously. "I didn't feel a fever, so whatever it was should be gone soon" she assured him, "Make sure you shit at least twice before you go to Bed too, my Pap' always told me that would cure most anything'". She stood in quiet thought for a moment, "Oh! I know something that could help!,"she exclaimed, as she ran away to another room.
Nico closed his eyes and took deep breaths as he waited for her to return. The sickness had passed, but he still felt woozy, and there was a faint ringing in his ears.
"Here!" she shouted when she returned, as she brandished a strange dark bottle. Upon noting his pained expression at the tone of her voice, she muttered a sheepish apology before opening the bottle and sticking it in his mouth.
"My Ma' taught me how to make this, when I was a girl" she explained, as she made him drink the disgusting fluid. "In the woods, there are plenty of things you can rub against, and plenty of flying things that are trouble too. I never leave the house without it `` she smiled, as she recounted another of her yokel-like stories ''This", she said, as she shook the bottle slightly, "Is a hunter's best friend".
She sidestepped him after he choked down the chalky fluid, stepping into the shower to turn the water on. After a few groans of the pipes, the water sprayed out in an erratic rhythm.
She stared at the showerhead with a scowl "I don't like the sound of that. I'll take a look at it, and see if I can't fix it tomorrow"
His heartbeat slowed back to its normal pace as he watched her, her can-do spirit tackling another challenge head on. He felt reassured by her strength, and began to feel calmer than he had only a few moments before.
After ensuring that he entered the shower, Sasha grabbed a towel hanging on the wall and wiped some of the vomit off the ground. Noting that some made its way onto her hands, she rubbed it off onto his shirt with a peeved look on her face.
That shirt was rather expensive, he thought, as he watched his shirt become irreparably stained with bile. My Grandfather gave it to me before I left. It probably cost more than any clothes she's ever owned.
She waited for him by the door, while he scrubbed himself clean in the shower. Before leaving the bathroom he washed out his mouth and brushed his teeth. She demanded he sit on the toilet before he left, and wouldn't allow him to leave until he passed a stool.
Finally, the two walked back to the bedroom together, hand in hand.
"Any idea what twisted your stomach so badly?" she asked, as she laid her head against his chest. "No" , he said softly, as he ran his fingers through her hair. "I think the best thing for me to do now is to get some sleep. I'll feel better once I get some rest" he said, as he attempted to turn over.
She let out her honking laugh again, and flipped him onto his back, moving her hand downward towards his manhood. She was much, much stronger than he was.
"You don't think you're getting away from me that easily, do you?" she asked, her impish grin back on her face. "My trip was so long, and you've scarcely touched me" she purred, as she twisted one of his nipples ``''W-wait," he said, as he attempted to sit up in the bed " I-" she kissed him hard, harder than she had before.
Her tongue crept into his mouth once more, and this time it was no contest at all. Her taste clouded his brain, and before he knew it he was stiffening under her fingers, her tongue, her eyes once more. Her tongue devoured his, and he felt himself desiring more.
She straddled his hips, her lips inches from his, and descended slowly toward his manhood, but stopped before she pierced herself. "You're not done with me tonight, are you?" she whispered, as her hands traced his chest, right above his heart. "This will make you feel better, I'm sure. Hunter's promise" she said with a wink.
"I'm not finished " he heard himself say, giving way for her to skewer herself on him, letting out a faint coital sigh as she felt him enter her body.
He feared he would never be done with her.
End of Chapter One.
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