A direct continuation of Chapter Four. This is a piece Wildeve of the Heath and I collaborated on in one of our RPs. It's a two-part. Chapter sixteen is its twin.

Nanna and Freja were fussing over Historia, prepping her for the big day. Ymir had secured white fur from early wedding gifts from the breeder. It was fashioned into a beautiful cape for Historia's wedding dress.

"Stay still," Freja reminded Historia as she went to applying a charcoal based product on her eyes, making them stand out.

"Your hair is nice," Nanna told her, "but are you excited?"

"Very much so," she said, nervous for the crowd but most importantly, after the wedding. She was dressed in their traditional gowns of white. Long sleeves and long dress, it was tailored for her by her soon to be sisters. She was given a flower crown of white roses as well. "Oh...I hope I do well..."

With everything done and accounted for, the next thing she knew, she was being led down the aisle by Fell. Her eyes were fixed on Ymir, she smiled brightly, knowing that this was the most important day in her life.

After all she went through, it was over, and she was finally getting married.

"Oh god...oh god..." She murmured quietly to herself.

Ymir wore traditional male robes made of fine green and reds and yellows, lined with a bear fur at the collar, showing her skill in hunting. When Historia stood by her she smiled, grinning, knowing that they'd be together and soon for centuries. Seemingly forever young and lost in time together.

Her father was the one to commence the wedding, speaking in a foreign tongue to those who understood it. Ymir had taught Historia the words as her father rounded down to the direct vows as Ymir told Historia in her mother tongue that they'd be together for as long as she lived. Historia returned her vows and Oskan tied it up with a smile, nodding for the two of them to kiss.

Forever bound, Ymir passionately kissed her wife, not caring in the world if others thought they were too young, thought it was too soon. Ymir only ever needed Historia to be by her side.

She kissed her back, feeling truly happy.

Someone accepted her fully and was willing to live with her for the rest of time. Her thoughts of the Walls, the constant threat of Titans, her mother and that strange man, everyone left behind, and her own father. She reveled in the kiss, returning it fully. She made that kiss strong with her now deeper love.

Her hands clung to her robes, keeping her close as the crowd cheered louder than ever.

It felt like her kiss lasted as long as eternity, and she was perfectly satisfied with that.

When they pulled apart Fell was laughing and crying as he easily picked the both of them up, putting them on his shoulders as Hel smiled, clapping her hands as she watched from her podium. The festival began in full swing as the married couple was brought to their respective seats by Hel and Oskan.

"Welcome to the family, Historia," Hel raised her goblet of wine to her, "it is truly a pleasure."

"To Historia-my fire-hearted daughter of the South!" Oskan cried out as everyone cheered once more, drinking to it. Fell was crying, clapping happily as Sarah came up to him, giving him her tiny napkin to wipe his tears away.

"To my wife who broke through my own walls," Ymir winked at her, drinking again.

She beamed, never-ending. She kept her hand upon Ymir's thigh, reminding her of tonight.

The evening ceremony went well into the night with Oskan giving Historia her a crafted necklace that had the family's insignia. Hel had already promised Historia's gift but it was to be done another night. Nanna had made house slippers out of soft leather and rabbit fur for Historia and Ymir. Freja had quilted them are a large blanket. Bjorn promised to direct the building of their house and gave them a fine bottle of wine. Dustin gave them various furs from his hunts and Fell promised Historia a baby moose when the right one came. Gustav had promised that he'd also help with construction of their house.

The festival was still going in full roar as Hel had red cheeks as she glanced over at Historia and Ymir.

"You two are wonderful," she spoke, "but I think every couple wishes to be alone once it is night, no?"

Ymir turned red at her mother inferring. Hel chuckled, waving a hand away at them.

"Go, go, my children, have your fun. The night calls for you."

Historia held Ymir's hand and led her out of the festival, as she rushed with her, she asked, "Where are we to go, Ymir? Where are we supposed to celebrate our marriage?"

Her heart was pounding, excitement washed over her and nothing but wonder of what it would be like to make love.

"Where?"

"Our house isn't done," Ymir told her, smiling as Historia pulled her along.

"We only have my room in the family house."

She nodded and they entered the house, her hand tightly held hers, not knowing what to expect. When they entered the room, she locked it behind her and watched Ymir, she was too riled up to move. "I'm not nervous...just excited is all."

Ymir went over to her, pressing her against the door as she kissed her fully and let every ounce of passion go into it as her hands went to Historia's waist, squeezing.

She softly moaned into her harsh kiss, she took to moving along with her, giving her an equal amount of pressure as she held her ass. She ushered her to the bed, turned, and let Ymir crawl atop of her, her legs wrapped around her waist and ground herself against her, now knowing she can grind without being stopped.

The pressure was getting to her, she needed to relieve it.

Her hands pulled her robes up so that she could squeeze at her bare skin without the cloth.

She gave an approving groan as she murmured,"I want you...to do what you told me weeks ago, make it happen, Ymir...hnm..."

Ymir groaned back when Historia laid underneath her, grinding away. She could see her wife's cheeks grow red with desire, see her lips part, ready for her to take her.

Ymir didn't speak as she leaned up, kissing her as her hands went to unlacing the dress from behind and undoing the clasp of her cape. With help, Ymir brought the cape onto the side table and began to pull Historia's dress down until her wife slipped out of it. She was bare to her. All she had on were her underwear.

Ymir pulled away from her lips, licking her own as she stared down at her body. She only glimpsed up at Historia's eyes before ducking her head low to her chest. She was never able to see them this close, naked, and for hers to touch finally without mercy. Ymir left a trail of kisses from her collarbone to between her chest, licking at the soft mounds, and going up and licking one of her nipples. She wanted to kiss every part of Historia as she ground her hips back, softly nipping.

Every time she felt her lips against her, she mewled for her. Her hands had ran through her locks, stroking her scalp fully and letting her know that she enjoyed her touch. Her legs pulled her in closer, she gasped as her eyes rolled back.

Ymir pulled away from her chest, leaning up and stealing more kisses as she pulled their locked hips apart. She stripped herself from her garments until she was equally as bare as Historia with only underwear on. She smiled, taking off her underwear and then playfully threw them at Historia's face as she chuckled.

Ymir did as she promised, lifting Historia's leg to her shoulder, kissing the ankle and slowly making her way to the middle of her thighs. She left the hot skin with small bites and sucks, licking at her until her mouth and tongue was on her underwear. She could taste Historia. It made her heart burn in desire as she couldn't wait, pulling off her underwear and seeing her wife up close.

Ymir kissed her folds slowly, nuzzling into her, teasing as she put the other leg over her shoulder as she got comfortable where she laid. When she was she finally parted her lips, letting her tongue press fully in her and then drag up to her clit. Ymir moaned loudly for her, telling her how much she loved her taste, and that she adored how wet she was.

Her heart pounded in anticipation as her underwear was taken off. She removed them only to find Ymir slowly inching her way to her sex, staring at her. She blushed heavily, face redder than the fires, as she felt herself no longer able to keep herself modest. She truly wanted her to do this. So much.

Feeling her lips upon her sex, kissing her as though she were worshiping, made her gasp sharply, never expecting for it to feel this way. She could sense her tongue dragging up and down her clit, making her twitch though her hands shakily went to run through her hair again, telling her that she was enjoying being vulnerable.

"Oh! Ymir! It...it's so strange, b-but it feels very...very good, I..." She couldn't find the words, she let out these soft moans again and again. "So...so good, Ymir...y-you're tongue, I-I like it very m-much-hnmmmm."

Ymir loved hearing her words. These were Historia's words-the beautiful girl in the 104th trainee squad that all the guys and some girls had crushes on. How many would've killed to be in her spot, to marry and bed such a beautiful girl?

Ymir hummed, pressing her mouth against her sex, panting softly as she dabbed her tongue into her vacancy. She buried her tongue inside her, lapping away at the walls, at everything she had been going crazy for as she had her. Ymir kept going like that until she pulled away, trying to catch her own breath, licking her lips as she looked up at her wife. She didn't realize how strenuous it was on her tongue but she smiled at her.

"And you said you never wanted to get eaten by a Titan."

"I...I changed my mind," she uttered, she looked at her desperately, her hips raised for her, begging her to get inside her again. Her tongue assaulting her, she knew she couldn't get enough of it. "W-why'd you stop? I...I need you, Ymir, please, just touch me...do whatever you desired to do all these months."

Her hand went to her sex, feeling how wet she was, curiously she touched her clit and moaned once more, she wanted to feel something inside of her again.

"Touch me..."

Ymir's ears were red from hearing her lewd works as she obeyed her wife's commands, lowering her mouth back to her sex and plunging her tongue back in, eating her like she had been wanting to do for months. She moaned against her, lapping away, but watching Historia's hand work on herself...

Ymir pulled away, licking her lips and taking Historia's hand. She put her index and middle finger in her mouth, cleaning them off and lewdly sucking on her. She gave her a show for her efforts and pulled away, smiling. She brought her hand up, putting in the tips of her fingers inside of her as her tongue against her clit. She didn't waste time to quickly service her as she slid her fingers in until she couldn't give anymore. It was tight and hot, she could feel every move Historia did as she watched her squirm.

She cried out from the pain of something being completely inside her. She tried to shift away but she knew she had to go through this eventually. She hissed and panted, waiting for the sharpness to dissipate. Within a minute or so, she grew accustomed and rocked her hips against her fingers to feel some sort of movement.

She decided she liked it and so she gave an approving groan.

"Ah! Yes...Ymir, start moving, please...it's just a-amazing, it truly is..."

Ymir wasn't sure how else to go on from here. Her brothers only said they inserted their dicks, angled just right, and that it made the woman scream. Something about pillows...

Ymir did what she could as she brought a pillow over, lifting Historia's hips and putting it underneath. She wasn't sure what would happen but all she knew is that it was better that way.

Ymir increased her efforts of licking at her wife like she was something sweet and delicious. Her fingers went in and out as she knew they should, but she didn't know what she was supposed to be doing exactly. It all felt the same insi-there was a different texture. Ymir watched carefully as she pressed against that.

"YMIR!" She called to her, not expecting for the pain to completely go and be replaced by pleasure. She grasped at her hair once more, lightly pulling it out of sheer euphoria. She looked at her in disbelief but utter joy when Ymir began to love her much more differently. "Ah! Oh god, o-god...!"

She bucked her hips against those fingers that were driving her mad, making her know nothing else but her wife.

"Do it again! Oh yes, yes...!"

She bucked harder, making Ymir's fingers pump in and out of her, she bit her bottom lip as she begged for more from her wife.

Ymir was surprised at the gasp but it renewed her endurance as she sucked on her clit, thrusting her fingers against the spot that made Historia wild. She couldn't keep her eyes off of her as she kept going, loving every second of her praising her name and being unable to hide her pleasure.

"Oh god, don't stop, don't ever stop! Ymir!" She began to scream for her, all of this was assaulting her, unending and sheer happiness. She felt that she needed this ever since she became a woman, now she was receiving it perfectly. Something was happening, as if there was a coil inside her stomach, waiting to snap. "I...I d-don't know w-what's going on but...Ymir, don't stop, d-don't stop..."

Ymir didn't have to be told as she moaned against Historia's sex. She found a pattern but noticed it didn't exactly matter whether she was going in and out but more than she touched that spot. She kept her fingers deep inside of her and rubbed her fingertips roughly against the spot.

"Ah," she panted, loving the sight.

Without warning, she felt the waves wash over her, engulfing her completely. She keened loudly as if she wanted the whole world to hear. She shuddered uncontrollably, panting when the pleasure ebbed away slowly. She was left in a daze, tears in her eyes form the amount of stress her body underwent.

It was a good kind of stress as she relaxed under her, unable to move. She couldn't move at all, her mind having been derailed was having difficulty gathering itself together.

"Ymir...that was more beautiful than anything I've seen in my life...I love you, s-so much..."

"Mmf,"Ymir pulled away, tongue feeling numb from the hard work and her jaw felt a little worn out. She crawled over Historia, holding her and rolling them over so she was on top. She rubbed her wife's back as she tried regain her own stamina.

"MAh tungff ifff nuhm." Ymir tried to talk but it was hard to.

"...e-excuse me?" She giggled, she kissed her cheek. "I think you did perfect...after all, you're the only one I will do this with, and my body is yours for the rest of eternity."

Ymir moved her jaw around, trying to regain the feeling. All of Historia's bucking and pleading made her push herself to please her fully. After a few minutes of resting, Ymir found her words again.

"I had said my tongue is numb," she chuckled, giving kisses on Historia's temple, running a hand through her hair, "you worked my mouth to its limits... but I'm glad I get to have you, wake up to every morning, and share the same bed and hearth at night... it would be nice."

"I pledged my life to you," she reminded her of the vows. She crawled atop her now, settling herself between her legs and rubbing her wet sex against hers. "...I'll have to give back, and that's something I will never stop doing. I want you to feel what I felt..."