"It is insurmountable, isn't it, Pieck?" Eren Yeager's void voice blew hollow across the fellow shifter's pallid cheek. In the carnage he had unleashed upon Liberio's internment zone, he constructed a lone wolf plan to single her out, whilst her dearest companion Galliard had been misled into a hole of confinement. "The destruction of your home, of your people, of your world."

Pieck spun, deftly quick despite the crutch she often treasured with her balance. Eyes wide, she came face to face with the usurper. This once boy wonder now matched up to the sheer devilry around them. "Yeager." Her alarm outweighed her anger in that moment, she was too intelligent to think that she could somehow overpower the leader of the opposing force. They were indoors, where she had been led separately from Porco. The bar was vacated, with collapsed tables and chairs, shattered glass and fleeing dreams. Pieck stepped back, hands clenching and unclenching as she weighed up her options. Eren merely loomed closer, robot-like, staring her down with an empty face. She would believe he no longer possessed a soul had it not been for the stories Reiner had told her. "Is this what the great Eren Yeager's legacy is going to be? Genocide?"

"Ask Reiner." Eren lifted his fingers and let them drift against a lock of Pieck's longer raven hair, gaze unmoving when she flinched before steeling herself. "You have lost."

"Is this the part where you eat me? Take the Cart Titan for yourself?" Pieck held her ground despite the tower of odds stacking against her, she turned her face away when Eren's knuckles stroked her cheek. He unsettled her deeply, she couldn't read him, nor his intentions. During her next step away, she cursed the wooden counter that prevented her from gaining further distance.

"No."

"No?" Her eyebrows knitted in a tiny frown.

"I don't want to kill you, you are more valuable to me alive than dead." Eren lurched forward, setting his hands to the counter and trapping Pieck where she was. He nosed at the side of her head, parting his lips above her left ear. "For now." His voice shot tingles through her; he knew that much when he saw the hairs stand on her arms. The sound of gunfire, explosions, and screams surrounded them, ever present in the backdrop and foreground. Soon, he would return to the fray and demolish what he could of the remaining shifters. Now, however, his intentions were askew.

"I don't understand–" Pieck swallowed her last word when Eren seized her jaw with his bigger hands and engulfed her mouth in a soft kiss. Soft…she hadn't expected that. As a matter of fact, she hadn't expected this at all. Her blood ran cold in contrast to the warm lips caressing her like a practiced lover. Pieck froze, eyes wide and awash with alarm. Eren capitalized on her apprehension and massaged her jawbone with his thumbs, stroking deep soothing circles until her mouth began to slacken. Whether it was from her quickening breath or an impulse she couldn't control, he didn't care, he chased the seams of his growing victory and invited his tongue into the cavern of her mouth. Her response was shaken, hands urgently gripping his broad arms and squeezing painfully hard.

Eren endured it, finding the bruising force liberating when he realized that Pieck had not shoved him away. Perhaps she was stuck in a whirlpool of shock, but a dark corner of his mind told him otherwise. It was the same voice that had guided his course to its current destination. If the world believed him to be a devil, so be it. But even devils could reach people, and he listened patiently, like an animal in waiting until he heard the smallest moan betray Pieck. Eren toyed with her tongue lazily until she eventually responded. Her nails dug in his arms and he understood then that she wasn't fighting him – she was fighting herself.

Pieck Finger knew two things in that moment, the first being that Eren Yeager was a remarkably good kisser for hellspawn. And the second, if she could keep the Founding Titan on her then her comrades may have a chance to regroup and rally. They could locate Galliard and Reiner. She carried those beliefs earnestly in her heart, anything she did here and now was for the good of her home, to divert the enemy. Pieck shut her eyes tightly and coiled her arms around Eren's neck, holding him to her while she kissed him hard. Their teeth and tongues clashed, Eren dropped his hands to her posterior and effortlessly lifted her onto the edge of the counter.

The bar was occupied with the sound of mixed moans and rigorous breaths, both shifters assaulted one another with fervent kisses. Eren hitched Pieck's brown skirt up until it bunched at her hips, she was flushed whilst he was inscrutable and ever calculating. She wouldn't have thought he had felt anything if it weren't for the rock-hard appendage bearing into her inner thigh as he pressed closer. His heavy hand palmed its way between her legs, invading expertly beneath her cotton panties. Pieck gasped softly and pushed her forehead into Eren's chin, fisting his white shirt as his calloused fingers mapped their way across her sensitive flesh.

"Eren…" Pieck's hot breath bounced into the male shifter's adams apple. To think, the fingers inciting drizzles of desire within her had brought so much havoc, had stolen so many lives. So many good, innocent lives. The reminder burned fresh anger in her. "I hate you." Her words were staggered, Eren seemed to reward her for her honesty by ordering his thumb to antagonize her clitoris.

"I know." The male exuded blankly, eyes on the wall behind Pieck but staring at nothing in particular. "You will hate me much more when I'm inside of you."

When Pieck lifted her head, her eyes were glazed, she despised Eren's know-it-all energy and as he looked at her, she knew that he was right. Her lips drew a thin line, his fingers quickened their strokes and her thighs threatened to clench together, but Eren wouldn't allow that.

"Don't do that." The coordinate warned, his voice didn't drop an octave, but his face held a promise of painful death, it had ever since he had arrived here. His other hand unfastened the belt around his slacks. Pieck's fingers vanished in his luscious long hair, her seething hatred for him couldn't mar her comforting aura. She was as sweet as she was clever which was a prime reason as to why Eren targeted her.

Pieck's heart trembled between her lungs as the usurper easily tore the flimsy fabric of her panties from her. The cool air was welcome against her scorching flesh, but it diminished quickly when Eren's groin met hers. He had calculably stimulated her, and it showed. The female shifter's toes curled in her boots as she felt the Founding Titan's length press against her. Why did she find herself yearning for him all of a sudden? It wasn't right. He had a stupidly beautiful face and now that she was seeing it up close, she felt powerless. Imagine that, a titan feeling powerless. It all sounded like bad poetry.

"I've never been with a woman before." Eren confessed, not from the shyness of his own inexperience, but to incite mixed feelings in Pieck. Would she feel special? Would she see him as less of a demon? He eyes were lidded as he took her thighs and pulled them around her waist. "It's the last part of me that I have left to lose. Is this your first time, Pieck?" He skimmed his lips down her neck, feeling her pulse jump beneath the flesh.

"Yes…" She breathed and raised her chin, offering more of her throat to his glorious mouth.

Eren's hands found purchase against Pieck's hips, he held her steady and pushed the head of his engorged cock within her. They both stalled, she whimpered in discomfort and he had to refrain from stabbing deeper. She was ready and willing, but she was also unspoiled. Inch by inch, Eren sank into her until he was sheathed tightly in molten, velvety heat. Pieck surrounded him in a sensation that dizzied his senses for the very first time, he settled fully within her and mouthed suckling kisses beneath her jaw to soothe the little noises she made. After the initial burn subsided, she hugged her thighs firmer into Eren's hips, digging her boots into his lower back, and gyrated against him. They both moaned then, but she could tell he hadn't meant to.

Something snapped within Eren, he discarded his patience and dragged Pieck into a blistering tongue-filled kiss while he drew back to the tip and slammed into her. Not once. Not twice. But repeatedly. Eren channeled his ire through his dick, delivering himself of his last shred of innocence with a woman he was supposed to kill, but this was a form of defeat he supposed. The moans she gave were beautiful and broken as she clung to him and rode into him whenever he speared her insides. Sweat beaded their bodies as they kissed feverishly, finally unshackling a forbidden hunger in one another. Eren's hips picked up speed, he dragged Pieck's left thigh an inch higher to his waist and gained a more invasive angle with his thrusts that sent her flailing back against the counter, spine arching.

"Eren!" Pieck cried in ecstasy and covered her flushed face with her arm.

The male chased after her, rutting against her vehemently. He wrestled her arm from her face, forcing her to look at him. "Eyes on me, Pieck." Eren's voice had become dark and graveled, more animal than man. The counter rocked under their thrashing bodies. She was a mess beneath him, utterly unfurling at the seams as she grabbed onto his ass to order him closer. When her breaths shortened and her walls constricted, he knew he had her – all of her. Eren shoved a hand between them and rubbed two fingers furiously into Pieck's swollen clitoris as his dick continually pummelled her cervix. She hated herself more than she hated him as she screamed his name, her muscles spasmed fiercely.

A turbulent orgasm ripped through her and had her bucking beneath his athletic form. He grunted as her insides gripped greedily around him, his vision was growing hazy and he collapsed further forward, blindly boning her as he felt a heavy swell prepare to unleash itself. Eren's human brain switched off and left only the rawest instinct – to breed. He was on the very precipice of it and it felt realer to him than most other things. He succeeded a further two thrusts before his seed exploded deep within Pieck, Eren's vision blacked-out as he shot rope after rope of semen into her fertile womb. The pleasure had him laying against her, groaning from his chest. Pieck's composure didn't fare better as her walls drained everything that Eren had.

They lay in a collapsed heap of tangled limbs and mixed worlds as they came down from their highs. Pieck felt as though she had soared to heaven and now plummeted back into hell. And Eren had done exactly what he had to. His hips stilled but he remained buried snugly within her, death wasn't the only way to take an enemy out of the fight. The Yeager seed was strong, and he had saturated her thoroughly.

'Got her,' Eren congratulated himself, she wouldn't be a threat to him in a couple of months.

'Got him,' Pieck congratulated herself after a bright glow radiated outside, Galliard was free, Eren wouldn't be a threat to her in a couple of minutes.

Author's note: So...that happened. Kind of think it is best suited to a one shot, but who knows. ;p