Chapter 23: The Princes

After Zeke had spent time on the deck of the ship and dwelling on his nicotine cravings, he decided to return to the room he shared with the other two. However, once he had reached the door, he heard uproarious laughter coming from within. Priss and Reiner both could be heard laughing by Zeke, along with a few spoken words here and there that he couldn't quite decipher – but the fact of the matter was those two were enjoying themselves in that room. The obvious joy on the other side of the door left him hesitant to enter; the man honestly couldn't remember the last time he experienced enough genuine happiness to laugh like they were right now – Zeke also hadn't realized until that moment that it was something he could use in his life, he had been so focused on his mission for so long that such a basic human emotion had become foreign to him.

Zeke debated on whether he should barge in on the couple's good time and kill the mood; he thought he really shouldn't give a shit about interrupting them, yet something still told him to just walk away for the time being – the emotional tension from the recent fight was surely still too fresh as well for the other two and there was no need to make it worse. Zeke sighed and backed away, choosing instead to go for an aimless walk. He wasn't exactly known for such morally decent behavior when it came to his authority over Reiner, and his wrongfully perceived authority over Priscilla, but in that instance he chose to be a better person than he had been in the recent past.

Since this small moment lead him to ruminate over his mostly joyless life, his mind was directed to a distant memory; the memory may have been from so long ago, but similarly to what had been on his mind up on the deck previously, he could remember it perfectly...

Roughly 10 years ago...

The slender and lithe white haired boy walked along with Zeke following him dutifully; Zeke didn't know where they were going exactly, but Anteros told him it was an important and exclusive event.

"You said it's a party?" Zeke asked and Anteros nodded with a soft 'mhmm' without looking back at him, which still left Zeke curious. "What kind of party is it?"

Anteros turned his head to look over his shoulder to address the slightly younger teen's question with an unusually kind smile on his face, "A very special one. This kind of gathering is something my people have every once in a while... normally a non-Hyperian would never be allowed to join us, but I have... hm, special permission you could say."

"What do you mean?"

Anteros looked forward again, "I'm the Highborn son, something of a prince in my society, you could say. I wield a unique type of influence. If I decide it's important for you to be there, then you will be there."

"So your father is ok with me being there?" Zeke went on.

"Father doesn't know that I'm bringing a special friend," Anteros said with his tone growing darker. "But he can't stand up to me, nobody else certainly would try to either."

Zeke swallowed hard, getting a bit worried now that he knew his attendance wasn't expected, "H-How do you know that?"

"I'm special," Anteros replied simply and flatly. "Father fears me for that reason. He may disapprove, but there's nothing he can do to stop me from getting my way if I want something."

The shift from informative and gentle to blatantly sinister in how his friend spoke left Zeke with knot in his stomach, but he didn't want to back out now. Despite his insistence that Zeke is the only one he could trust to join him, the only one he said he could call his friend, Anteros sometimes inspired a sense of fear in the young Warrior. He had no reason to believe Anteros would harm him, his ominousness was always directed elsewhere after their first meeting before they established their friendship, but the depth of this boy's eerie nature was enough to leave anyone unsettled.

"Alright then..." An unsure Zeke responded.

"Don't be scared, Yeager," Anteros spoke, effortlessly returning to his softer inflection, "I wouldn't be bringing you to this party if I didn't value you. Nothing bad is going to happen. It'll make our bond and resolve even stronger, plus it'll give you a greater depth of understanding things, I promise."

The rest of their journey continued in complete silence as Anteros lead Zeke to the section of the city granted to the Hyperians typically reserved for asylum-seekers. Marley didn't often have political refugees come to their region, so giving up this space to an incredibly small population of people was no concern. The two teens entered the main building which was totally void of people, leaving Zeke perplexed.

"Where is everyone?" He asked as he looked around the suspiciously deserted and spacious hall.

"Down below," Anteros answered, "This way."

Anteros beckoned Zeke along to a doorway that opened up to reveal a descending staircase. Naturally, Anteros went first with Zeke only a few steps behind him. Something about this was feeling more and more wrong as they descended further; Zeke initially thought something was a bit off during their chat on the way to this so called 'party,' but now it was dawning on him that he had likely been somewhat lied to about the exact nature of this gathering. He pressed on though, choosing to remain confident in his friend's assurances that this was crucial to the plan they were formulating.

"Let's stay in the back once we're down there, and if you must speak do it quietly," Anteros whispered. "Might as well keep a low profile regardless of my position among them all."

After a long descent, the two boys found themselves in a large room filled with all that remained of the Hyperian race. Zeke had heard that they were dwindling, but from just looking he estimated there couldn't be more than about 35 people there, not including Anteros. The word 'dwindling' didn't seem strong enough for what this race was facing, it was more like they were on the verge of extinction with how few were there.

"This... is all that's left of your people?" A shocked Zeke whispered to Anteros.

"Yes," He responded, and sternly ordered. "Now, watch."

Anteros gestured towards the front of the room where a raised platform was. The man that Zeke knew as the father of Anteros stood there, but more interestingly there was a naked woman lying flat on her back in front of him while five other women were kneeling in front of the raised platform, facing her.

"Friends, we gather once more in our desperate attempt to appease our Goddess so that she may bless us with offspring once more," The leader, Anteros' father, began, "It has been roughly six years since we last had a child born into our society, my very own daughter at that. Tonight, my dearest wife shall be the one to take upon the honor of sacrifice. She is chosen."

"She is chosen!" The entire crowd echoed in unison.

Zeke's eyes went wide in terror and he looked over to Anteros, "If that's you're father's wife then that means...?"

"Yes, Yeager. That is my mother up there," Anteros answered with a subtly evil smile on his face, "She bore my sister, the last Hyperian birth, so she is to be sacrificed in hopes her potential remaining fertility be spread to those who have none. When we had more members of our society in the distant past, tradition dictated that we used the weak to bolster the ones we knew were stronger. But in recent years we've adjusted the practice, since as far as we can tell... No female is strong anymore. Any of them are expendable as sacrificial lambs. Mother was deemed the best choice and even offered herself up for the task."

The young Warrior's jaw dropped and all he could do was just stare at Anteros after what he just explained to him; Zeke could find no words to respond to any of that, he had thought these people were as civil as most were in this day and age, yet here was watching a sacrificial ritual about to be performed – and the fact that Anteros used the word 'tradition' indicated that this wasn't a one-time thing.

"How can you be so sure they have none?!" Zeke said in a panic as he whipped his head to look at Anteros while still attempting to keep quiet.

"Yeager... can't you tell just by looking at them?" Anteros sneered as his eyes scanned over all the women present, both the ones part of the ritual as well as the ones watching in the crowd. "Flimsy waifs. Sickly pale and dull skin. They barely look like they have the strength to keep themselves standing, do you really think a child could grow in those bodies? I can see that their wombs are disgustingly useless just from looking at them here. They lost their use long ago, this is how I know my sister and I were... miraculous."

"Then why..." Zeke began as he turned to face the ritual center again to see if it was moving forward yet. "Why is this still happening?"

"Most of these ignorant fools are lead on by blind hope my father provides, but I think even he himself believes these sacrifices work too. I know better though... I know better than all of them. They live in a world of delusion and fantasy while I reside in the realm of reality. It's all they can do to cope."

"Why won't you stop it then?" Zeke asked, trying not to start slipping into desperation and end up speaking too loudly. "If you know this isn't going to do anything, how can you stand by and watch y-your... your own mother..."

"It's better for us this way," Anteros quietly assured him, "We must remove those who stand in our way, and this is a convenient way to make it happen without actually having to do anything directly, but there is much we still must do. I just wanted you to see what really happens behind the benevolent facade by father puts up... and be honest, do any of those sad hags look like their genes are worthy of being passed down?"

Zeke stared in horror at the ritual that went on silently as Anteros quietly spoke to him. It all seemed to be happening so fast while Anteros' narrated over it – the woman was cut open, the other women swarmed to her and began to consume her innards... and all the while, the sacrifice that was Anteros' mother was straining to not only stay silent, but to smile through the gruesome pain as well.

"Are they... What are they...?"

"They are eating her reproductive organs. Every bit of them. Womb, ovaries... everything that is involved in breeding. No more than that," Anteros confirmed, watching with a blank expression while his mother went from rigidly enduring the torture to seeing the life fade from her body until none remained.

Once the women finished their rapid consumption, they stood once more and backed away, which fully showed the dead and mutilated body. The leader and father of Anteros stepped over his wife's lifeless body with no semblance of remorse and loudly addressed his blindly faithful congregation.

"Men! Come, collect your wives... Take them, bed them and pray to our goddess Priska that their wombs are fertile ground to be blessed with child..."

Zeke watched blankly, having gone from shocked to numb by what he had seen, as each of the women's husbands came to their sides and escorted them back into the crowd; blood was all over their faces, hands and it stained bits of their simple dresses. None of them looked shaken at all by what they had just done – in fact, they looked happy, one of them was even weeping tears of joy, but she was quickly scolded by her husband into containing herself. Zeke tried to rationalize in his mind that the practice the Warrior program utilized was barbaric enough that he shouldn't be so disturbed by what he had just seen, but there was a major factor at play here that made the circumstances wildly different: the passing of a Shifter's power had a proven result and purpose, while what he just witnessed was pointless brutality.

Anteros had mentioned it was holding onto foolish hope since there was nothing else for them to do, and the fact that the Hyperion population hadn't recovered yet by performing these rituals was evidence to prove what Anteros had said was true.

Priscilla's eyes opened up again to see Reiner's golden ones staring down at her, and was left perplexed by the fact she could see a faint hint of him still being unsure. She pondered what to do to put him more at ease to try and get him to move forward – his erection was evidence that he still had an urge to engage sexually, but he was still holding himself back. Instead of coaxing him erotically, she chose to try and get him to lighten up first.

Her soft and content smile turned into a cheesy smirk, "I don't think I've ever seen you this nervous to have sex before, Reiner."

"Well... I-I just..." He awkwardly stuttered as his eyes darted away. Priss tilted her head to the side, wondering why exactly he was still restraining himself from indulging in his desires. They had already significantly talked through things before, but Reiner took the time to find the words, and they weren't exactly proceeding along the lighthearted path she had hoped for, "I've just never seen you physically hurt like this in such a long time... and I feel terrible that I wasn't there to protect you from it."

What remained of Priscilla's smile dropped, "Reiner, it's not your fault at all though... there wasn't anything you could possibly do about what happened."

"I just wish I could always be there to protect you, I know it's not realistic, but I want that so badly. To always be the hero you say I am, but I'm not..." He lamented with a pained expression, "It's just not fair, not right, for half your face to be black and blue. Or for your arm to have that bullet wound. They don't make you any less beautiful, but they're a reminder of how I failed to prevent either of those things from happening."

"Reiner..." She whispered in a loving voice that finally pulled his gaze back to her, still tragically with that despair present on his face. "I can't tell you how to feel or think... but I can make wishes too. I wish you wouldn't beat yourself so much over things that were out of your control. I know you're not over the fact that I suffered for the mistakes I made, but we have to eventually move on, don't we? The bruise will fade, my arm will heal and this will all be a far off memory that never even crosses our minds anymore."

"Priss, I-" He began, the words getting choked up in his throat. He wanted to say something more profound, but there wasn't much more to say beyond the simplest of statements, and sometimes simplicity is the best route to take. "You're absolutely right."

"And you know what?" She went on as her smile appeared once more, "You're still my prince, my hero... You don't have to wish that you are."

"You... You really still think of me that way?" He asked in mild disbelief.

Priss leaned up ever so slightly, leading to Reiner's hands falling from her face and onto the bed where his palms lay flat, and murmured in his ear, "Always."

That crucial reminder is all Reiner needed. No matter how many times she said it, her calling him her hero had the same impact from the very first time she said it. In his moments of doubt he would lose sight of it and go back to not believing she could possibly still think that way – but once she spoke those words again, he knew without a doubt that she meant it; just like how saying and hearing 'I love you' never got old, her proclamations of him being her prince were some of the most important words to them both. Those words came long before any 'I love yous' were exchanged between them, but the two of them knew in some part of their hearts that it meant the same thing at the time – just spoken in the way that children would express a confession of love, and to call back to that first admission always brought him back.

With all that said, he was confident and ready to move forward.

He started to grind his cock against her, rubbing his rock hard member against her clit. She had no idea how he was going to start things off and it made her body briefly tense up with pleasure before relaxing into enjoying his slow movements. The stimulation from the back and forth movements against her sent the heat of arousal spreading out through her entire body rapidly, also starting to get her wet right away, which helpfully got Reiner comfortably slick for her when he would pull down lower in his grinding. It was just like that night riding in the cart, but this time Reiner was the one dictating the pace of it. He was well aware of how successful the act of just her grinding against his hard dick in terms of making her orgasm, so he figured that it would work just as well in this position as well – and if not, at least it would provide decent foreplay for them even if it didn't end up making his lover cum.

Reiner, as always, was more concerned with pleasuring Priss as much as he could before he got to gratifying himself. Bringing her to climax always ran the risk of him blowing his load before any intercourse could start, he tended to be so in sync and connected to her that witnessing her pleasure that he couldn't hold himself back – however, he would try to keep himself contained as much as he could so he could provide her with as many orgasms as he could, and if he failed in his task then it wasn't so bad since his shifter powers greatly reduced his refractory period to be more or less nonexistent, but they hadn't exactly tested the full extent of this just yet. Now potentially seemed like a good enough time to put his unique ability to the test, but no matter what, Reiner knew he would get his own enjoyment regardless of how things would go. Her pleasure was his pleasure, and the same went for Priss.

Reiner kept at the slow pace of his rocking his hips against her while his eyes were fixed on her face below. Her eyes would naturally fall closed but she would then force herself to open them back up so she could look at him while he rubbed himself against her. Reiner then carefully lowered himself a bit so their bodies were more flush against each other and he could take in feeling her skin against his as much as he could; so that he could feel the breaths in her chest she took as they went on with their foreplay, witnessing them shift between mostly steady and then to the occasional heavy, shuddering ones. Priscilla's arms fluidly found their way around his body where she held him as he continued to grind against her, which prompted him to press against her a little bit more.

"Ahh...!" She gasped suddenly with the slight change of pressure against her clit, gripping into his back with her nails for just that second of surprise before her fingers relaxed again.

As Reiner's grinding got heavier he could feel Priss tremble lightly against him with each 'stroke' of his cock against her. His slow but still heavy grinding against her clit even got Priscilla's hips begin to buck against his cock slightly

Already? He thought, amused at the idea that she was possibly heading for a climax sooner than he expected. At this point he should know very well how easy it could be for him to make her cum, even with something as simple of him rubbing his hardon against her hot and sensitive clit. Reiner choose to keep at the same pace since it seemed to be getting her somewhere for sure; with each slide of his dick back and forth against her, she started to tremble more. Her breathing devolved to shallow, rapid and shaky gasps as Reiner went on while her arms held him more and more tightly – the bucking of her hips against him grew more frequent while her back would arch. Despite how calm he was keeping his actions, his mind and heart were both racing with excitement to see her cum.

Reiner's eyes were locked on her face while he continued his work of grinding against her, adding more pressure and only slightly increasing his speed. She gasped and breathed deeply several times following that, leading to her losing conscious control and start to grinding against him in unison, aided by her bucking hips and arching back. He trembling grew and grew until she clumsily spat out what could have only been 'I-I'm going to...'

Before she could even get the words out she felt herself start to cum while Reiner didn't stop grinding his dick against her clit. Reiner leaned forward, not just to lay as close as he could to her as her body shook under him, but also so he could lock lips with Priss as she came. Reiner had to exert some self discipline to not just let his own cum loose all over her stomach right there, he always found it immensely difficult to not ejaculate while she orgasmed – but this time, with enough self control, he managed to hold out.

With his torso laying right against hers while they still tenderly kissed he could start to feel her trembles and hip bucking subside as her climax started to dwindle back down to nothing. Reiner, as much as it always killed him to pull away from the comfort of her lips against his, pulled back to see Priscilla's face flushed red as she panted with a more than satisfied look on her face. Reiner, since he could never resist the allure of showing her in any attention possible, gave her another tender kiss on the lips. It always pained him to break away from her sweet kiss, but he eventually had to.

"What would you like now?" He asked as he pulled back, always the courteous and prince-like gentleman to her.

Priss let out a breathless chuckle, "I can definitely say I'm nice and wet down there... ready for you to be inside me, so if you want to go ahead and..."

"Huh, is that so?" He asked with a sly smile, "Nice and wet... I don't doubt you but it wouldn't hurt for me to go down there and give it a bit of a 'taste test,' yeah? Just to make sure..."

Just the idea of Reiner doing that sent another wave of heat pulse through her body before he even got on the move to get his face buried between her thick thighs. The man made sure to kiss her as he worked his way down: starting from her lips, then dotting one on her chin before he made his way down her neck, between her breasts and along her cute stomach planting kisses all the way down. Reiner chose to keep his mouth off her tits for now, he was trying to stick to the plans he mentally made – and that plan was to eat her out next. When he got to her pubic region, he wasn't shy about kissing the hair down there either, even giving the tuft of straight, fine hair a quick nuzzle.

Reiner was eager to just give into his carnal desire to start eating out her delightfully wet and hot cunt, but his brain recalled that little 'thing' they discovered last night: the power of his prominent nose. Priss watched him as he got himself comfortably situated down there, not a clue that he was going to start with their little lewd 'inside joke' they had. Reiner didn't even use his mouth at first, he just got started with meticulously nudging his large, defined nose against her clit. Priss's eyes shot open in excitement; in her post-orgasm haze, she didn't expect him to remember their special act of intimacy they discovered, she didn't even remember in that moment either with how distracted she was by him making her cum not even a minute ago.

Priss raised her head up to get her best look down at him, "Hey, you remembered!" She said with a light laugh through a broad smile.

Reiner brought his head up to reply to her, "How could I forget?"

The warm smile he gave her as he said that made Priss melt even more, but Reiner didn't linger long before he started playing with her clit again, which sent her head flopping back down again and got her softly moaning. Reiner would lower his face enough to nudge at it with the bump of his nose then follow it up by dragging it up similarly to what he would do with his tongue until he had his tip apply pressure, shaking from side to side lightly. He could hear Priss let out a mixture of giggles and light moans as he played with her in their own special way. On top of it all, Reiner getting a whiff of that sweet feminine smell of hers as he nosed at her clit was heavenly and only made him hungrier to taste it again. He would have loved to have her sit on his face like she did last night, but this position was great too – either way he was going to be dining on the finest delicacy there was in existence, he ultimately wasn't picky as to how her pussy was 'presented' to him just as long as he got to indulge.

Then came her playful yet loving voice from above, "I know you want it... no need to deny yourself now, Reiner."

Even without seeing her, Reiner could tell she was smiling sweetly as she uttered those words to him. With that running through his head, the ever-excited man dove straight in without any form or grace. His eagerness and explosive excitement was equally amusing and erotic to Priscilla, leading her to let out a quick laugh that melted into a single, loud moan as his tongue lapped at her. Reiner didn't focus on any one area particularly yet; his tongue was just wildly sliding over her slit, her swollen lips, her nearby inner thighs and up to her clit – the man was simply going wild even though he had gotten a taste of her sweet womanly nectar just the night before.

As always, the allure of his lovely soon-to-be wife was all consuming and his ability to control himself was hard to keep a hold of. He was glad he didn't let his nut loose all over her stomach moments ago when he made her cum, as much as he wanted to blow his load right along with her while her body radiated such beauty as he brought her to the peak of pleasure. Nothing beat orgasming in unison.

Just as Priscilla had said, she was indeed quite wet down there already, and Reiner's excited slobbering was just making it even wetter. Regardless of how sopping and clearly ready her body was to take him, Reiner knew very well he still was going to be dealing with a tight squeeze just like always, so he was more focused on the sheer enjoyment of eating her out and not concerned with using foreplay to make sure the necessary preparations needed to be done.

And ohhh was he enjoying it. Her body may very well be as ready as it could possibly be for his dick, but neither one of them was going to put a stop to the oral that they both were enjoying. Reiner was dead set on giving her another orgasm before they went any further; the man was simply obsessed with doing that for her, as long as she had no objection to him doing it of course, but the odds of her turning down his fixation on making her climax were absolutely zero.

Reiner started to gain some more control of himself after spending a few minutes just licking at her with no semblance of technique or focus, not that Priss minded his madly enthusiastic approach. His mouth found it's way to her precious spot, that sweet bit of her that he could alone had the honor of touching. As a trained Warrior, he needed to keep his eyes on his mission: and his mission now with her pussy right in his face was to get her off again. Reiner had already spent his time just excitedly and sloppily kissing and licking her, but now it was the time to get precise.

Reiner pursed his lips lightly on her clit as if to gently kiss it instead of just going straight to the more blatant stroking with his tongue. He would suck on it very very lightly in this 'kissing' action; he had a feeling she was still excessively sensitive after just coming down from her last orgasm and didn't want to overwhelm her. Priss craned her neck up slightly to watch him, even though she couldn't get a good look at much more than the top of his blonde head, but she could vividly feel his lip's gentle kisses – she even swore she could tell he had a peaceful look on his face as opposed to a wildly lustful one as he treated her lower regions as if he were lovingly kissing her on the lips too. Her thighs would still tense a bit even with his subtle suck applied with his 'kiss' to her since she was already tremendously aroused, yet at the same time it just kept building her up further.

Whether she came quickly or after a slow, drawn out engagement wasn't relevant to either of them. Priss was happy to be blessed with an orgasm from her lover quickly or otherwise, and the same went for Reiner – whether things came fast or slow didn't matter, either was always enjoyable for them. It all depended on their moods too, sometimes they were into taking their time, but others they were overcome with the unbridled lust to see their lover cum, leading to the grand climaxes coming sooner than later – and the mood that had settled was not purely sexual, but with a heavy amount of wholesome sensuality. Sure, the man had his face right in the pussy of the woman he loved and went wild for, but in that moment he felt driven to just treat that spot with relaxed tenderness rather than sprint towards the goal of getting her off in this case.

Priss hummed, pleasantly satisfied with what he was doing to her. Despite him doing anything to her clit, there was something almost innocent about how softly he was dealing with it like he was there. Reiner's wet lips kept brushing over it, softly and then adding a little more pressure but still soft in the grand scheme of it all. With his lips passing over and lightly pursing his kisses on it, it lead Priss to very subtly twitch, but more so it made her smile and blush over how cute this was.

Reiner suddenly pulled back a bit, "Y'know, I think I could just do this all night," He began with a beaming smile before his voice drifted into a pensive tone, "Just lay here... do whatever you'd want me to do for you while you just relaxed and felt good... Then have you curl up in my arms when you're all tired out..."

Priss snickered, "Are you saying you just wanna lick my pussy until I pass out?"

"Hah!" Reiner barked with laughter but quickly started to turn beet red as he quieted down, "Well I suppose that's another way of putting it..."

The two of them softly laughed together at Priscilla's blunt take on Reiner's words; he knew she wasn't making fun of him, but Reiner always got a kick out of how she would choose to phrase things in her own straightforward way. Still, he knew she was coming from a loving and lighthearted place when she said that.

"But in all honestly..." Priss then began with her voice growing soft and sensual again, "I wouldn't want you to be doing all the work and exhausting yourself while I just lounged around all lazy-like, Reiner... even if you wanted to just rock my world until I needed a nap, I simply couldn't rest until I got you to cum a whole bunch too. It's like we're living in this weird state of being both oddly selfish and overly selfless..."

Her assessment of how they both were so dedicated to keeping everything as even as possible was something Reiner completely agreed with, but those injuries of hers would still pop up in his mind a bit, which is what drove him to want to keep her from exerting herself at all. But she had made it beyond abundantly clear that she wanted to be intimate with him like they usually would be; he recalled how she said those wounds would fade, heal and be gone from their thoughts – at that present time it wasn't easy to think about that, but he would do his damnedest to find a way to put those thoughts out of his head while remaining considerate. Priss would of course tell him if he accidentally hit a sore spot, he knew that for sure, so in the end their trust once more urged them forward once more.

With all that said, Reiner lowered his face back down between her legs where he gave her clit a couple of more little nudges with a smile on his face. Reiner brought his mouth back to it and started to slowly lick her, instantly drawing a shuddering exhale out of Priss. Her body went limp and her head laid back entirely into the pillow as she stared up to the ceiling where the weak light of the room emitted from; her mind was consumed with her love and how he was making her feel right then and there. All the fears of what was to come, all of the pain she had been feeling – it melted away like snow beneath an emerging sun.

That sun that always emerged to melt away her sorrows and warm her heart and soul was Reiner. Always the sun to her moon – when he needed soothing, her calming pale, but still strong, light was there to heal him, and when she needed to be uplifted, the way he bravely and brightly shone for her would be the only thing to get her back up on her feet.

Priscilla's body didn't remain relaxed for all that long as Reiner kept giving her clit loving and long laps; the usual initial tension she would feel build up in her body as Reiner would pleasure her started to run through her. As Reiner made his slow start, his hands slid under and around her legs so he could comfortably squeeze his hands into those deliciously thick and soft thighs of hers. Reiner couldn't held but grip tighter for a moment and really feel his fingers squish into them. The feeling of her thigh fat slightly raising up between his fingers when he held them tighter made his erection throb once more and got him moaning into her pussy. It reminded him of how he was intensely grabbing her ass the previous night and getting that same sensation of her flesh rising between his fingers pressing so deeply into her flesh.

Thinking too much about all that, and if he started thinking about her delightfully ample breasts that fit so wonderfully into his hands, would send him back into that horny frenzy where he'd start getting sloppy all over again. That sort of thing would work better for intercourse itself, but when dealing with the more complicated task of oral sex on a woman, Reiner had to stay more on the focused side... for now, at least. Reiner happily licked her, relishing in her pleasure and her taste; for just a second he moved his tongue down and dipped it best he could between her lips and as inside of her as he could possibly get (which wasn't deep in at all) to slurp more of her delicious wetness and then swiftly flick his tongue back up to her clit.

"Hnghh..." Priss grunted softly when he felt that flick and her thighs clenched tighter. She kept doing her best to relax them again and keep them spread wide while he licked her pussy, but every so often she'd end up clenching again briefly.

Reiner pursued his goal with dedication and finesse, his hands remaining on her thighs while he licked and sucked on her clit. He could hear her panting heavily and her moans growing louder and louder while her legs kept on tensing up and relaxing rapidly with every change in the intensity of his licking or sucking. Priss was getting utterly lost in her erotic frenzy and she had no way of holding back much longer, and Reiner could sense that which inspired him to work even harder until he got the satisfaction of satisfying her. He loved how she would squeeze him with her thighs, and at this point it became consistent while growing tighter and tighter as her body grew so close to it's climax that she couldn't keep them spread anymore. Within seconds, he hips thrust upwards against his face and she let out the loudest moan of that engagement so far as she came hard.

….But that wasn't all.

Under her cry of climaxing she heard something of a 'crack' followed by a shocked exclamation from Reiner, who quickly pulled back with his hands on his head. From behind his hands, steam indicating that his self regeneration properties were at work could be seen which lead to Priss shifting straight into a state of terror. When Reiner lowered his hands, there were traces of blood and splinters of bone around the sides of his head. After his initial feeling of surprise, he blinked and looked oddly amused while Priss looked on in horror about what she had accidentally done.

She fractured his skull with the power of her thighs.