He showered your face with wet kisses. "You'll let me take care of you there? Hm?" Erwin lowly whispered and nibbled your lower ear. "Yes," You writhed under him, breathless and hot. "Please?"

You don't even need to beg but he was disgustingly gratified hearing that. He grabbed your hips and ushered you up so he could carry you all the way and you clung to him just well; your thigh wrapped around him and your arms hugging his neck tightly. He ended up throwing you on the bed quite harshly that he seemed to be taken aback himself. You released a laugh as he quickly leaned his weight on you, cupped your head with both hands, and muttered soft apologies, "How rare it is to see you lose your cool." You bantered.

"You have no idea how patient I am being until now." Erwin chuckled, slightly ashamed. His tone became serious as he tapped on your clothes. "Take this off." So you did, albeit in a rush. His voice sounded like an order and you're secretly drawn to it even if you don't like being commanded on a daily basis. He might also flaunt his existing patience but you don't have any of it left in you. You unclasped your bra along the way then urgently raised his shirt up to make this faster. He followed suit with amusement, and the sight of his bare body made you shiver. He looks like a sculpture. "How rare it is to see you lose your cool," He shot back.

"Savor what you did to me, Commander." You muttered in annoyance as you attempted to remove his pants. He helped you through it. Leaving his boxers alone, he gave you a sweet smile as if taking pride in what you just said then pushed you down for a messy kiss again. You let out a breathy moan as soon as his fingers brushed on your now hardened nipples. Placed wet kisses on your neck down until he reached your chest, gave a peck on your sternum, and glided his tongue on your left tit while playing with the other one.

He was successful, really. You've barely even started yet your subtle hums are overflowing already just like how he wanted. For you, however, it was quite frustrating. You were never this sensitive towards your previous partners. Even if it's quite a given since you never established emotional attachment towards them, you only did this kind of thing because you heard how it could satiate emptiness temporarily. Needless to say, it wasn't effective, and what you're doing right now is way far from that agenda. Now you realize why you're overly and easily flustered with this matter when Erwin's in the picture.

He noticed you're trying to tone it down so kept up with it. With your nipple popping out of his mouth, he slid his hand inside your shorts towards your clothed core, he released a pleased hum upon feeling how wet it was already. It went on for a while until you got desperate to hump yourself with his digits, "Finally not shy now?" He cooed, rubbing it in teasing motions.

"Erwin," You moaned, cupping his cheek messily. Your body is finally getting something deprived of it for very, very long, and you're not in the mood to tease around. "I've been– I–" He encouraged you to say more by showering your chest with wet kisses, "I've been waiting for a lifetime. Please–" His eyes were shot open at the remark so you pressed further. "–you are too, right? So could you please take me now? Hm?" Right, you are. His mind throbbed in satisfaction. His cold fingers slid to your core swiftly, gently, and maintained the motion for a while; eager to give you whatever you want if not more.

Out of all the years he's lived this life, this was one moment he felt genuinely happy he existed again. And you deserve everything for making him feel like that.

All of a sudden, he withdrew his fingers from your heat and you looked down in confusion. But then he quickly, and almost harshly, dragged down all the garments left in your body. You're now bare before him but unlike earlier, you're not in any way shy. You want to receive everything he's willing to give. With a pleading look, you weakly asked him to come back to his work. Erwin slowly crawled above you again; tapping his finger on your clit, "How do you want me to do this tonight?" Even if it sounded playful in some way, it was a genuine question.

Assuming he's messing around, you whined in frustration. "Seriously, I want to be fucked dumb tonight. Don't make me point out obvious things, Erwin." It made him laugh. He leaned in to kiss your forehead and inserted his middle finger inside, "No, it was an honest question. I want to make this good for you."

"But you make everything feel good," You murmured, relishing the feeling of being stretched inside. His digits were broad after all.

You urged him to go on, hence he continuously motioned hither inside you while his thumb skillfully played around your clit. Relishing the pleasure and willing to welcome more, you played on your nipples messily. When the slicking sounds became louder he inserted the second one and rolled the digits in circular motions. Apart from how good he's doing you, he's actually quite nervous himself. Perhaps he might do it too hard, or you might've experienced something way better before, and all sorts of reluctance. But your reactions – voice quivering, hips stuttering, your back arching – filled him with such a warm, trembling feeling and he was immensely drunk to it.

After a while, he stopped, knelt up, and looked at the sinful mess he's made out of you with. It's needless to say that you were down for good. The sight was glorious for him, utterly. When you thought he was about to finally let himself bare, he held on to your hips instead and raised that up to push it towards you. As he leaned down, he wrapped your legs on his shoulders and settled himself in between your legs.

Delving his tongue into you and tasting your wetness, he let out a gratified grunt. He brought back his wonders with his fingers as he lapped you up all the while maintaining eye contact; eager to see how you'd take him as he ravished you the way he imagined it. Your hands messily gripped everything – his pillows, mattress, even your hair – and eventually tightened your legs around him to buck on his tongue.

As he felt your walls fluttering around his fingers and your release hanging on the precipice, his motion sped up while his spare hand rested on your abdomen. "That's it– hah, please don't stop–" You stuttered, your moans in crescendo; and he hummed through it just well, encouraging you to come. Not too long after, you grabbed onto his head to bury him below, making him breathe momentarily the least of your concerns. With your back arching and muttering helpless mewls of his name, you came undone.

He rode through your orgasm, continuously lapping on you until you tapped on his head, "Too much, 's too much. Please, 'Win," You cried. You heard him chuckle before letting go; nibbling on your inner thigh for a moment with a smug look on his face as if to say I did that. Only I could. When he knelt back again he let out a satisfied sigh, wiped up his face coated with your fluid, and sucked on the fingers he just used to ravage you. He licked it clean, deliberately swirling his tongue for you to see. Despite the crippling fluster, you weren't able to look away, you're rather getting wet over it instead.

His fingers left his mouth with a soft pop, "Tastes good," He husked.

The embarrassment came back to you but you're still aching to have more. "Come here," You pleaded and he immediately complied, cupping your face gently as he did. When you thought he was going for a kiss, he tapped his digits on your mouth instead, "Open." He sternly ordered, and you did very willingly. He pushed his index and middle fingers past your mouth and you welcomed it by sucking on them, appeased by what he just did to you. You almost choked on it as he thrust his fingers full on your throat. Still, you hollow your cheeks on it, licking every spot fervently and humming with pleasure to rile him up. "That's right," He purred. "Such a good girl for me." Then suddenly replaced his fingers with his tongue, relishing your mouth and eager to prove to you how good you really tasted.

When he withdrew from the messy lip play, you blurted out, "Can you praise me again?"

You quickly realized what you just said and how you said it. What was that? You almost laughed at yourself.

Erwin raised his brows and snickered, "Am I not praising you enough?" He peppered your face with kisses as you stayed silent, holding a squeal of shame. He paused to check on your face and when he saw how embarrassed you are, he laughed. "Getting shy again, hm? Talk to me, pretty girl."

"Don't know where it came from. My mind's in shambles. Thank you for fucking me dumb tonight."

"But I'm not doing that yet," He let it out very endearingly but his eyes were laced with mischievous glint. His finger flicked on your clit again, "This won't be settled with this, don't you think? You've waited more than a lifetime, after all." Such a menacing smile and so you realized: Right, I might be knocked unconscious tonight. He motioned his digits in circular motions.

"I, uh–" You rasped, urged to give in again. To lessen your stuttering, you gripped his shoulders instead. "I actually said that out of a whim. I never got this sensitive over someone before." You let out a breathy sigh, "My body's reacting to you differently, Erwin. Am I the only one who feels like this?"

"No," He landed a wet kiss on your neck, sucked on it, and released it like a pop. That would indeed mark. "But I don't just feel like it, and I believe I waited longer."

You were relieved, "Since when?"

"Since I brought you to the house. The one your brother left." He abruptly inserted his finger inside your cunt then rolled it inside, "–that smile."

"Fuck, god–" You shuddered, "T–that long?"

"Yeah, that long. I'm just a jerk."

"Better late than never but if you're not doing that yet,then please do so. Like, now."

His heart swelled. This was more than enough, indeed. Both of you are not time-deprived to explore this intimacy. You have all the time you need; no excruciating dilemmas could break you off, no predicament perceived as a threat, and anguish that is way easier to handle. He removed his digit inside and then made his way to remove the garment left in him, "You're shifting from ashamed to blunt, pretty thing. Choose one."

"I really am choosing to be blunt. I just get hit by it from time to time." You sat up to help him, "But okay, to project the boldness again–" You were cut off when he laughed loudly. Shooting him a glare you exclaimed, "Shut up!"

Erwin, despite the struggle to tone down, doesn't want you to feel shy for the rest of the night, "Okay, continue."

You dragged his boxers down impatiently and whined, "I want your dick inside me. Frantically ruin me until I knock out. Please." He was taken aback, he'll give you that, yet it was completely effective. His arousal spiked up way more than earlier.

When he finally got rid of his garment and his protuberance was completely shown before you, you started to doubt if you actually said the right thing. That would really ruin me. Sensing your reluctance just well, he gently laid you down again and raised your legs so he could line himself up, "You're not just blunt, you're getting braver as well. But now that you told me to ruin you, why do you look like hesitating instead?" He taunted, sliding his dick up and down your wetness.

Heat pooled in your lower back, "I'm not. I–" You thrust up to have more friction, "I trust you. You'll do me well, right?"

"I will," He concurred sweetly and motioned nearer to you. Cupping your cheeks, he whispered. "Breathe deeply, love." So you did, and he slowly pushed himself in. Gently, inch by inch, studying your face all throughout. You were whimpering in pain, closing your eyes tight upon feeling the sharp sting, and he's peppering you with gentle kisses for comfort.

He's not bottomed out yet you're already close to crying. Still, you tried. You don't want to stop. You don't want him to feel like he's doing badly. You don't want to–

"'S okay, 's okay. Relax." He cut your rampant thoughts off with his coos, "I'll make it fit. Just keep on breathing deeply, okay?"

You clung to his shoulder, letting out your mewls, "I'm sorry, I… don't want you to think we should stop–"

"We won't." He nuzzled his lips through your hair, "Unless you tell me so– ah, that's it, you're doing great." He sighed, completely sunk down inside you. He let you get used to the feeling first, just looking at you tenderly without moving. His thumb circled on your clit again to make the process bearable, and eventually, pleasurable. After a while, you opened your eyes again with a smile and small thanks, "Please move."

Erwin did and he muttered little curses under his breath. You're tightly squeezing on him and he had to grip his free hand on the mattress to have a sense of control. He was quite overwhelmed. Your scent, tiny sighs, the look of affection, and the way you're being gorgeously considerate of him – he's on the precipice of losing control, one more sensation then he'll admit that both of you will be staying on this bed forever. He tried to speak little praises and comfort to you instead so he could distract himself but you started bucking your hips up.

Fuck.

His train of thought was utterly shaken that he only managed to let out strained hisses. Noting his sounds of pleasure, you reached his ear; sucking, nibbling, licking around, and he almost lost it. He needs to take you slowly but he's losing it. Erwin almost laughed at himself. "Am I doing great?" You asked as you finally earned a steady pace in rocking and thrusting. When he wasn't able to answer, you withdrew your mouth to his ear, turned up to him, and cupped his cheeks, "Am I?" You repeated, searching for reactions.

Erwin mentally shook his head, finally admitting defeat to his sense of control and the tightening of his muscles. He gripped your hips and thrust hard, making you suck in a sharp breath. "Doing so well," He lowly grunted then set the pace unrelentingly fast, almost lacking mercy. "–my prettiest soldier." His digits played harsher on your clit.

That's it,

That's it.

You let out drawn-out moans and silly whispers. When the pleasure blurred your thoughts to even mind shame, you brought his head to your breast, urging him to trace his tongue on it. He sucked on it with pleasure, and the thumb that was swirling on your clit slid to the other nipple instead. Your instincts are drumming in your ears as his rhythm picks up. The way he's massaging your inner walls with every thrust of his dick and the lewd slapping sounds of skin that comes along was making your head dissolve into oblivion.

Erwin was so immersed in it that he looked down to see the tainted mess himself. He grabbed your hand and landed it on your lower stomach, "Feel that?" He drawled as he continued pounding. You felt his cock marking it whenever he pushed inside. And as your mind was too fuzzy to even answer, you nodded relentlessly. "Is this what you waited for? Hm? Tell me, love." He taunted, enjoying every bit of you getting too dumbed out to answer.

As he felt himself reaching his peak, he pressed on your lower stomach to urge the coil in you to come out. And there it comes, you're clenching harder than ever, thrashing around his length.

"Fuck, yeah. Look at you, taking it in so– nicely." He was getting delirious, too, whispering sweet nothings; how good this is, how tight you are, how he's finally having all of you for himself. Your sounds are getting more and more obscene too, moaning a mixture of curse words and his name that he can't help but indulge himself through and give you more.

He lurches, continuously pounding and pounding until you're trembling, milking on him for what he's worth. He eventually pulled out, shooting his seed into your abdomen.

Then he dropped down. Fucked out. Leaning his weight into you with a sigh. He was too heavy that it could almost be classified as crushing you into pulp. The position went on for a while and instead of asking him to let you breathe, you start laughing at the sudden memory instead.

"Why?" He asked, his voice hushed and raspy. He's nuzzled in your neck now, mindlessly nibbling on it.

"Isabel told me this before," You giggled, "That you could crush me into pulp if you wanted to. I told her I don't think you'd want that but here you are."

"Oh. Sorry." He slightly got up and leaned on his elbows for support instead. "But why would she say that?"

"Because your build was intimidating,"

"Ah, that." Isabel had told him that for an unhealthy number of times already. He scooted to lie down beside you, then brought your body to his embrace, "Were you intimidated as well?"

"I'm too engrossed getting scared at your presence to mind how huge you are." You pondered, "But now I realized it was actually a good thing. I'd even thank you if you cracked my head with your muscles now."

"What?"

"Yeah, I'm not kidding. Want me to tell you more?"

"No." He was holding a laugh.

"But it's hot–"

"Stop."

"Actually it goes like thi–" He silenced you with a kiss and you chuckled through it. It went on for a while until he's sure you're really shutting up. He nestled you further to him and both of you were silent for a while. "I was about to suggest we wash up but I kind of want to keep going."

You were actually about to say that and his remark made you more courageous so you blurted out, "Can I ride you?" He stopped in his tracks wide-eyed then turned to you to see if you were actually kidding around but your face was dead serious. He ended up laughing in defeat. Just like that and he's aroused again.

"Have I said it too weird?"

"No, but why would you want that?"

You ignored his question, "So is it okay or not?"

"Of course, but I'm quite curiou–" You cut him off by getting up and sitting on his abdomen, "Sit down." You beckoned him through your fingers.

The sight of you channeling dominance was completely amusing to him, to say the least, so he ticked his eyebrows and followed suit, "What do you want to do?"

"Revenge." Erwin almost snorted at that but you cut him off with a sloppy kiss.

It's now quite gentler than earlier and even if he wants to crush you down the bed again, he let you have it your way this time. Erwin can feel your wetness dripping on him, and you can feel his hard-on standing on your back. You released a breathy sigh, trying to rub your slickness on him. To make the position comfortable, he withdrew from the kiss and moved backward, "I may not know what you're avenging for but my pretty girl can get whatever she wants." He leaned against the headboard, "Show me how it's done."

"It's for always–" You lined him up to your entrance, "–ordering me around." Then bounced down on him abruptly, swallowing him in warmth. He bites back a moan and you got your pretty little noises as well, very much satisfied with how he's stretching you full again. You tried to gauge his reactions at first, languidly riding him down, rolling your hips in experimental paces, and relishing how he looked at you – lidded, flushed, with a small smirk.

In the middle of it, however, something daunted you; you don't have much experience with this. He seemed to have lots given how well he did you earlier but you don't. Erwin sensed the jittery so he grabbed your figure much nearer to him, "Why?"

You gave him a sheepish chuckle, "My confidence slipped away," When you thought he'd laugh at it like earlier, his face immediately softened and gave you an understanding hum instead, "What's on your mind?" He asked.

"I'm just not used to doing this thing passionately," Regardless, you continued rhythmic bucks – taking him in and out, gripping in his shoulders, holding back whimpers. Tremors of pleasure teemed Erwin's body, all of it getting too good to handle, "B-but I want to take care of you as well– that kind of thing." You added.

"But you're doing it so well," He doted, slowly nuzzling his lips on the sides of your face, nibbling your ears, patching up your neck with more bites as if to flaunt how he's taken you for his own. He really can't get enough, and the way you're telling him so adorably how you want to be good for him satisfied a darker side of his psyche. He gripped your hips very tightly, intentionally having it to mark, and jerked his hips upwards to help you take him.

All his reluctance about not meeting your desires disappeared to shreds as he remembered; you're here, on your own accord, even after seeing that. If you would go to him keeping in mind all the deplorable sins he had done then you had given yourself over. Still drawn, bound together, and pleasures to be consumed by him. Mine. It throbbed in his head, repeatedly so, for he was very gratified.

He headily reached for your face, brought your lips into his, and relished the realization desperately; hoping you'd realize it as well. As the swirls of your tongues slipped your minds towards oblivion, his thrusts became more unrestrained and feral. He needed to feel more, needed to hear more.

He called your name, "Louder. Have everyone hear how well I'm taking you." He growled sternly. So you did, not like you have any choice. It feels too good and you're disgustingly drunk on the slick sounds of your heat as you ride him down. "Good girl, yeah, just like that."

After a while of letting your bodies do the act for yourselves – what was yearned from the things left undone – you're coming again. And his drawn-out moans, grunts, and words of praises told you he's the same. He mercilessly rutted, fucked up your cunt, until your walls fluttered around his cock for the second time. As you reached your climax, he abruptly got himself out of you and came again. His seed was all over you: stomach, chest, some of it was even shot to your face. He let out a dark chuckle at the sight. He was able to savor you completely. Now you lay in front of him, being the utterly divine art that you are. Completely messed up. By him. Alone. Nobody else could. In this world and even beyond.

You gave him a shy, tired yet satisfied smile and he slid his fingers to your face to wipe it himself.

"That was so good." He whispered, your foreheads bumping.

"Took you so well, didn't I?" You gave him a cheeky grin.

"Very much so." He kissed your forehead and ushered you up, "Let's wash up and change the sheets."

"Aren't you tired?" You whined and laid down on the bed. Of course, you wanted to clean up, but you came three times and you're minutes away from sleeping the night.

"I could still go on if we stay tied there, uncleaned." He sat up on the corner of the bed and massaged your sore limbs. He glided his fingers on the marks, guilty for making it too hard, "Sorry." He scooted and gave it a peck.

You showed him your neck, full of his bites, "This," Then examined your chest only to see another one on the side of your left breast, "When was this?" You glared at it. Then pointed to the one he's holding on to your hips, "And this." You ruffled his hair. "This was decades worth of pining. All because some commander decided to be a full-on jerk."

He smiled wistfully, "I know."

"So I feel like the me in that world is insanely happy. I am, too." You smiled at him, "Finally."

He remained in his position for a while just looking at you in the eyes. It was quite a sad one, almost mournful, but you maintained the tender look on your face. After a while, he slid his hand to cup your cheek with his thumb playing on it, "Are you up for another round?" He smiled endearingly.

"What the heck is up with your stamina?" You scoffed but still tried to assess whether you could or not. Maybe you could, it's Erwin after all.

"I'm just kidding." He pinched your cheek and then stood up. "Let's clean up. My room smells too good right now. One more sniff and we'll stay on this bed making love until we die."

"Your room should get used to it." You replied, realizing you're actually feeling sore and it's quite difficult to stand now. Erwin knew it so he spent time fixing your baths first.

Carrying you there himself, he replied, "Yeah. You should get used to it too."