"Now, behave, Krista!" Rod chuckled, hugging Historia and giving her a bristly kiss on his daughter's cheek—whiskers making Historia laugh, lightly pushing him away.

"I don't want to ground you for being a brat to your lovely girlfriend," he pulled away, smiling at me. I gave him a bewildered grin.

Despite the tension at the beginning, the dinner had gone surprisingly… well. Her father did what I assumed fathers did—drink a bit too much and shameless dig for answers to personal questions.

"Safe trip," I nodded at him, but I wasn't spared from his affections.

"Oh, no, no—get over here," he waddled my way and in one big swipe he had me in his arms, cracking my back as he swung me about. I groaned as my bones creaked and he laughed loudly, patting my back like how a bear would maul someone.

"Daddy," Historia scolded him, coming over and prying us apart. By the time I was out of his grasp, I limply stumbled to my feet, surprised that the man was stronger than he appeared. I could see where Historia got that from.

"Fine," he pulled out the cigar he had been craving all evening, "I will be looking forward to seeing Miss Ymir around more."

With that, he left in his hired limousine.

We watched from the front of the restaurant as the Downtown life bustled about us with the weekend crowd.

"You two," I commented.

Historia glanced up at me, suspicious as to what I had to say.

"Spare no expense, do ya'?" I received a sharp elbow in my thigh as I hissed and snickered, rubbing the sore spot.

"Convenience is the sign of luxury," she shot but took my hand, kissing the back of it, pulling us out of the banter.

"I do hope that you didn't mind him… he—he's difficult sometimes, but he means well." Historia explained and I squeezed her hand.

"It's fine… but how about we get back to your place? I'm stuffed and getting kind of tired." It was true—I could feel my body growing groggy from the feast. Historia and Rod insisted that I eat until I was full, and the food was good…and they did insist twice…

"Spare no expense, do ya'?" Historia mocked, smiling as she lightly patted my stomach. I exhaled a labored breath, complete done-in by the meal.

"Well, if it's not on my wallet…" I laughed when she smirked, so pleased that she could treat me like a princess.

"Anything for my darling," she stuck her tongue out at me as we went to the parking garage, getting in the car, and heading home for a well-deserved nap.

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I groaned, attempting to roll away, but that gorilla wouldn't stop chewing on my arm.

Where he bit I couldn't feel it anymore—I snorted awake, scrambling a bit, realizing I just woke up, but the damage was done.

My arm—I couldn't feel my arm.

I shot a look to my right arm to find it under a sprawled out Historia.

I blinked, squinting, and glancing at the clock by the table.

Oh.

It was six now.

We were out for only an hour or so since we hit the bed.

I swallowed the tiredness in my mouth, squeezing my eyes shut and yawning.

My hand went over to Historia's shoulder, ready to wake her so we wouldn't ruin of sleeping schedules, but I stopped after I took the blanket off of her.

My eyes lazily stared at what was in her boxer-briefs.

Once again, the Reiss had made its entrance.

I released the blanket from my hand and propped myself up on my elbow, ignoring my sleeping arm underneath Historia.

I just stared at the bulge, wondering if it always happened—guys spoke of 'morning wood' a lot but I never really understood why it happened.

Historia was unaware of my staring as she slept, far off in dreamland.

I wonder if she was dreaming of naughty things.

I smirked, glancing up at her face, wondering if she'd answer my thoughts but instead she slightly turned her head, sniffling and going back into her quiet slumber.

"Historia," I gently sang to her, trying to coax a response.

I lifted my free hand to her face, stroking her cheek and temple.

"Historia," I brought my mouth close to her ear, kissing the tip of it and then her jaw. My eyes kept staring down at her little problem until it twitched.

I watched, amused.

"Mm," Historia shuffled a bit, turning towards my face. She was still asleep but I knew it wouldn't be like that for a while.

"Historia," I softly cooed, feeling devious as I lowered my hand to cup her hipbone, squeezing a little.

"Nn," this time, her eyes were fluttering open as a soft blush was on her cheeks. Her confused, blue eyes gazed into my mine, blinking away the sleep as she licked her own lips, hazy from my antics.

"…mm, Ymir…" She exhaled, yawning, unaware of what was going on.

"I thought I was dreaming for a moment," she stretched as I heard her ankles pop and she gave a pleased smile, rolling fully onto her side to face me, smiling and then she realized.

Her whole face turned red as her desire was pressed right against my clothed shorts.

"Oh," she squeaked, trying to slowly pull away and correct herself, but I didn't want her to.

Seeing her flustered and shy… it…I felt myself throb in anticipation as I clutched her hip, keeping her against me. I felt my own cheeks grow a shade darker as I lidded my eyes, giving her my intentions at face value.

Historia's eyes widened as her breathing slowed to shallow intervals.

"It's alright," I told her, leaning in to put our foreheads together as I stole kisses from her astonished lips.

"…is it?" She could barely breathe.

I quieted her as I captured her lips, feeling her hesitate as I parted her lips, taking her for myself as her arms wrapped around my neck, pulling me closer.

With her pressed up against my body, I could feel her member pulsate, hot against the fabric of my shorts.

It made me really nervous to think of it going anywhere beyond that… but I had other things in mind. Things I had been thinking about for the past week, searching for answers until I felt excited…

"Ah," she whimpered when I lightly grinded my hips against her, feeling her pull back, flushed as she tried to look down between us, watching my hips roll against her.

Her eyes were concerned and confused, but yearning.

I doubt she had ever been teased or touched like this in her life. By the way she clutched to the sleeves of my T-shirt as I rubbed against her told me she was all too new to this.

"I—I—" she tried but she kept choking on her words so I stopped, kissing her jaw.

"I—I never—I didn't think you—"

"It's okay," I repeated, smiling as gentle and sweet as I could for her.

She could only stare up at me, so taken back that she'd experience intimacy. She only nodded, eyes glossy as I moved my hips away to glance down at her erection.

There was a warm wet spot at where the tip was as I lowered my hand down, gently stroking the taut fabric around it, feeling her hips rigidly and ever so lightly go up.

I could feel the tension of her as her arms were flexed, trying to not seem too easily affected. Her eyes were shut, mouth ajar as she breathed and hitched every time my finger tip slid across the length.

The wet spot was growing as I finally rested my palm above her and she lifted her hips off the bed, trying to get more contact.

I gently groped it, feeling how warm it was as she gulped, holding herself there, frozen, waiting.

My eyes were glued to her face and I never saw a girl so beautiful or sincere as she was now. She wasn't bent out of shape and thirsty with lust—she was near tears at being touched by someone she loves.

Historia was feeling someone for the first time.

I leaned up, caressing the side of her face and kissing her slowly, nuzzling our noses together as she peered through wet lashes.

Historia could barely utter a word as I smiled, pressing our lips together, smiling against the loose kiss. Little by little, I felt her smile back, kissing my nose and chin and cheek, whispering 'I love you' over and over.

Lightly, I glided my hand up and down her shaft, feeling her hips keep up with the slow rhythm, going in tempo through her underwear.

"Historia," my voice was breaking because I never could whisper gently, too caught up in this moment.

I took my hand away and she bit her bottom pink lip that I could see it swell pale.

"Hm…?" She lowered her hips, doing her best to contain herself as she waited for my answer, breathless.

"Is it okay…if I can take off your underwear?" My hand was already playing with the elastic hem of her underwear.

She froze altogether and I felt like she would blow right then and there at the suggestion of it.

I felt a cheeky smile come to my face as my fingers latched on the hem, bringing it up a bit and letting it snap back on her skin.

Her breath caught in her throat as she gave me a dirty look—oh, I felt my body shiver at that glare. She must've felt it too because she took me back, eagerly kissing me, making me moan at her raw love as her hand took mine, guiding it into her underwear a little—a gentle but firm approval.

Very firm.

For a moment, I wondered if I should stop.

If I was ready…

Seeing her look up at me, desperate and new and full of love, I felt that fear be swallowed down the ocean of affection she made me feel with only a brush of her lips.

My hand took the base, lightly rubbing it as she let out the manliest grunt I ever heard. I laughed lightly into her neck as she cleared her throat, chuckling, too, as I kissed her neck a bit before pulling away with my hand.

I had prepared myself for this moment.

I knew what I had to do—how to make Historia happy.

I crawled between her legs, standing on my knees as I got her full attention. Historia propped herself up on her elbows, watching, and wondering what I had in mind until I grabbed the bottom of my shirt, lifting it up.

"Oh no," she gasped, covering her mouth as she traced the outlines of my abs all the way to my bare chest as I threw the shirt off.

I felt like a sex God with how she stared, but this wasn't a time to gloat—it was Historia's moment. It was me giving her the most love I could muster within my comfort zone.

"Oh, oh, oh," she trailed, mesmerized, "Y—you're so nice looking…"

I grinned, winking once at her and then went to shimmying my shorts off, causing her audibly swallow as I sat naked before her.

"Oh," she licked her lips, eyes roaming me.

"It's okay," I told her, leaning up, letting my chest press against hers.

I didn't even need to ask as she was already fumbling and clawing at her own shirt, taking it off and letting my naked body press against her torso.

Her hands didn't even ask for permission as they cupped my chest, groaning as she kissed my neck, overwhelmed. I couldn't complain—she was gentle as her hands roamed my body.

But, I was a little surprised that she didn't fondle my chest more. Instead, her hands went back around, grabbing and groping at my ass. She gave an undistinguished sound at the handfuls she got.

I tugged away, untangling from her as she watched, confused.

"I have—I want to give you something," I told her, running both hands up from her knees to her thighs and then to her underwear.

I didn't want to lessen the mood and tell her I wasn't ready for real sex, yet, but I nonetheless wanted to do what I had planned.

I felt the goosebumps on her lower abdomen as my fingers hooked into her underwear, sliding them down slowly. I couldn't keep my eyes on hers as they wandered to the bulge, watching the fabric stretch and be pulled until she came out in one spring.

It was larger than the first time I saw it as its head glistened with pre-cum. It still wasn't as big as the ones I saw in porn, but it was Historia's and that's all that mattered to me.

I shucked her underwear down and made myself comfortable between her legs, laying down and resting my cheek against her tense thigh, staring up at her member.

From this angle, I could see Historia's bedroom eyes as her chest dipped up and down in wait.

I just had to remember what I saw from all the videos.

"Y-Ymir… you don't have to…" she said, voice betraying her words.

Her hand went down, running her fingers through my hair. I could tell how much she wanted it.

I leaned up closer, keeping my mouth a few inches from the tip as my hand went up, taking hold of its base, gingerly sliding up and down the shaft, trying to get her to pay attention to what I was about to do.

I could feel the hardness under my palm—the pulse of her heart as blood coursed through.

It was all for me. Just for me.

I kept thinking that as lifted my hand away, giving myself access to the underside of the length, seeing an apparent vein there.

I swallowed my nervousness as I leaned forward, drawing my tongue out and lightly licking the base and up, afraid of what taste may come, but it just tasted…salty like skin.

And there was no offensive smell like I heard there was.

If anything, she smelled lightly of salt and her signature perfume.

"Oh God," she moaned, hiding her face behind her hands, panting.

I did it again but this time I watched as a blossom of pre-cum bead at the head as I dragged my tongue upwards.

I was scared to get that in my mouth, but it was only from the idea that it might taste like shit. I bit my lip as she peeked from behind her hands.

I just let it go as I swirled my tongue on the tip as she softly cried out. I felt the taste hit my tongue—salty but sweet.

It wasn't bad.

"Ymir," she begged as I felt my confidence rear up. I felt like the worst part of it all was done with—the fear of the smell and taste.

I smiled, nuzzling her against my lips as she strained her lips between her teeth, trying to stay in control, but I wouldn't have it.

I wanted control.

I brought the tip of her into my mouth, careful with the teeth, as I sucked on her, licking the bundle of nerves under the head.

Historia bucked her hips, eyes in shock as she squeezed them shut with her fists full of bedsheets.

I lowered on her, taking her as deep as I could until I felt like almost gagging. She wasn't big and I could take a lot of her in my mouth. I wasn't afraid of gagging anymore as I bobbed my head, licking, and allowing some of my spit to coat her for better lubrication.

"Ah," she was heaving already, inexperienced.

I sucked on her tip more. My hand fondled her balls as her hips no longer would listen and deeply pressed upward as she bit the knuckle of her finger, quieting her grunts and moans.

"Y-Ymir!"

It was no use to deny me of those cries of pleasure.

I closed my eyes, popping her out of my mouth and bringing a side of her package into my mouth, gently sucking and licking, feeling some of my own saliva coat my lips and leak down my chin.

My hand stroked the tip in my palm, slick with pre-cum and spit as Historia nearly lost it as her foot kept shaking and she clenched her teeth, gritting out muffled and throaty groans.

I kept playing with her balls until I was surprised to feel them squeezing, getting tense.

I glanced up and saw her panting, face completely crimson as she listlessly gazed at me through hooded eyes.

I lowered my hand and replaced it with my mouth, feeling like a mess with spit and pre-cum everywhere, but it seemed to only egg her on as she didn't even hold back her pleasure.

"Ymir," she whimpered, pressing her member further into my mouth, hips bucking rigidly, screaming for her to release as I felt her member throb harder, her balls clenching, and—

"Hgggk!" I felt some spray at the back of my throat, causing me to gag at the surprise as Historia growled, moaning in a passionate anthem as I opened my mouth, feeling her semen catch against my tongue and teeth in spurts.

It tasted like salt. Just pure salt as I let it fall out of my mouth, leaking and seeping back onto her twitching member.

I pulled away, feeling the taste and remnants linger in my mouth as I swallowed the mixture down, licking my lips and wiping the rest on my forearm.

"Um," I stared down at her, blushing, wondering if it was any good now that she came. Shyness wasn't something I usually felt, but it hit me so suddenly that I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, glancing away.

"So…was it good?" I asked, hearing her pant.

I finally took another good look at her.

Historia was plastered against the mattress—sweaty and disheveled, gripping the sheets for dear life. Her member was already lowering with its messy victory.

Her eyes only gave me a tired blink.

With one big, shaky exhale, she melted and died into the sheets, closing her eyes and finally letting her head hit the pillow, completely exhausted and out.

I snorted, laughing as I sat back, gathering the blankets for her and putting them over her naked body. I made sure to get up and steal a warm and damp washcloth, cleaning up wherever it was wet.

Historia stole it from me and put it over her limp buddy.

"…was it?" I tried again but I didn't get a reaction—Historia was spent.

I felt like a champ—a perfect OHKO.

"I will take that for a yes," I snickered more, getting up to take care of myself—shower and brush my teeth.

A very warm feeling was in my stomach—a great relief that I never thought I'd feel.

A loving hold and thought that I overcame something—a fear that I thought that'd never stop plaguing me.

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I woke up alone around ten PM.

I groggily got up, feeling my sex ache as I stood, limping a little as I went to the bathroom, changing into a fresh set of PJs and wandering out of my room, searching for my girlfriend.

I felt afraid—remembering all that she did to me—and the fact I fucking came a little over one minute (totally was not counting).

I was scared she'd realize how much she disliked it and would run, and that I'd be alone again. Without Ymir.

I padded my way down the hallway, hearing cartoons playing on the TV as I stopped at the end of the hall, finding Ymir under a blanket with tea nearby, looking snug.

Ymir saw me almost immediately and smiled.

"Hey, you're up," she opened her little bundle of blankets, "just watching cartoons."

She invited me over and I went over, snuggling up under her arm as she wrapped us up, attention back on cartoons.

It was awkward for me, though, because I didn't know what to say as the city played outside of our windows—cars racing, people yelling in drunken cheer, and the bar music wafting up.

It was all too surreal, really, to think this is what it was like after sex—that Ymir was still here, loving me, and everything was normal.

I thought—

Well, I was afraid…

I never thought doing that would ever end well.

"I made dinner earlier," she said, kissing the top of my head during a commercial break, "put your plate in the microwave if you're hungry."

I felt that suffocating warm fuzzy feeling take over me as I buried my face against her shoulder.

"Why didn't you wake me?" I asked because I didn't know what to do—I felt so happy.

"You looked so cute sleeping…plus, y'know, um, you seemed pretty spent after that—" she chuckled when I poked her, warning her not to speak of my spectacular performance.

"Shut up, Mouthful."

"HEY!"

I loved Ymir so much.