Warnings: rough sex, BDSM, and facials.
Eren kicks in the basement door with a resounding thump. He stands at the top of the stairs, light shining down onto the steps with his silhouette holding a mug full of a fragrant black tea.
He very deliberately takes a sip of the tea, allowing his shadow to telegraph his enjoyment as he cheerfully chirps at the delicious tea. Before stepping off down the stairs, he leans back slightly and briskly shouts out, "GOODMORNING, SLUT!" then pauses for effect. He sets off down the stairs, left foot first.
A single mild creek yawns from a middle step as he descends. Eren walks barefoot across the cold stone floor, enjoying the cool, still air of the room. He comes to a stop beside the small platform at the center of the room.
Mikasa, upside-down and affixed to the table through several metal clamps and a few patchwork knots, her face still covered in semi-dried semen and saliva from the previous night, looks up at him cheerily.
"Thirsty?" Eren tips his drink forward slightly as he flicks her right tit absent mindedly a few times. Mikasa lifts her head partially, leveling out her throat so she wouldn't try to swallow the tea upside down. "Ohhh, you thought the tea? No. No, not quite. That's for me." Eren smiles, a chipper grin spreading across his face as he enjoys taunting her. He switches the drink to his left hand and gives her face a tender slap with his right. Eren allows his already engorged schlong to rub over her face as he gently rocks his waist beside her face.
Mikasa grunts as she accepts the lack of tea and a complementary slap. Her head drops back to the jury-rigged headrest he set up for her at the end of the night. She feels his warm rod brush over her throat. Expectantly, longingly, she opens her mouth and sticks out her tongue with a mild, "Ahhhh…"
Eren takes another swig of tea, merrily watching as he grazes his shaft back and forth over her neck until she opens her mouth. "Oh?"
He steps back, then leans in, pulling himself from the surface of her throat and dips his head into her mouth. She hums expectantly. But Eren only notices a dry mouth. "Well, no no. This won't do. You need some hydration." He pivots away to the wall behind him, giving her another caring slap before departing. A large, black fluid bladder full of water hangs on the wall. He places the tea on a small bench against the wall and removes the bladder from its hanger and returns to Mikasa. Tipping the spout into her mouth, she guzzles down about half a liter of water before he flips the nozzle back up aside the bladder, cutting off the flow. "Good?"
Mikasa nods, her mouth open slightly, expecting to be used shortly.
Eren swipes a finger into her mouth, rubbing the tip against her gums and tongue. Better, but not adequate yet. He unfolds the bladder again, pinching the tube until she smacks her lips and opens her mouth to drink again. Maybe another third of a liter drains from the bladder until he synchs the tube again and secures it to the bladder. Mikasa immediately opens her mouth following the last gulp; wide and expectantly. Eren repeats the same test, finding her mouth fairly well hydrated this time. Eh.. it will still take a moment to flush through her system.
He reaches for a small dial on a contraption hanging high over her waist. Two dull clicks to the right spark a small yellow-orange gas fueled flame beside a burgundy red wax core.
The first drips of hot wax drip onto to the skin below her abs, casuing Mikasa's eyes cross and letting a gentle moan rumble through her throat. He rubs a hand over her face. "Ah! You're dirty," he pulls away a hand gelled with cum and saliva. He wipes his hand over her closest breast until most of the residue is scrapped off. He clicks his tongue disapprovingly, "Tsk. That won't do." Stepping back, he quickly tosses the bladder back onto its wall mount and grabs another, larger one with some internal structure to keep a more rigid shape for an open top.
Several more hot drips fall onto her waist and partially streaming down towards her legs before cooling a shell around the surface, stopping their progress. Her thighs flex into the pain.
Before Mikasa could totally see him make the switch, Eren spins rapidly and whips the container of water over his head. Water cascades over the table with a chaotic splash, soaking most of her body and the table in a layer of water.
Eren thoughtlessly tosses the now-empty container aside, stepping back to her face again. He leans over mildly, looking down at the floor. "Ahhhkkh! Damnit, slut! Now look at this mess you've made." He squeegees a hand over her waist, whisking away the cool water and some of the solid wax formed over her skin.
Mikasa groans heartily as more drips stream over her skin. A pair of fingers tease the nub of nerves several centimeters from the wax drops for just a few strokes before withdrawing. He turns back to the wall in front of her and grabs a small bowl of polished and treated wood. Then pacing back to the side of the table, he holds the bowl under the wax melter and turns up the dial several notches until a roaring flame rapidly melts the wax core hanging above her. A quiet moment passe, only the consistent flare of the flame sounding around the room.
Eren's fingers dip between her legs again, feeling up and down the valley between them with a joyful freedom of access. Mikasa's abs flex and her legs crane against the restraints. Her head lifts to look up at Eren, watching him hold the bowl as a fast, steady drip of wax fills the bowl and his fingers explore her slit fetchingly.
He catches her head movement and promptly withdraws his fingers, turning the flame back down to its original setting and withdrawing the bowl of liquid wax. He walks to her front and stands over her, positioning himself so he can feel his mass rub over her face.
Mikasa looks up at him with a pleasant expectance, eyeing him up from around the mass of his cock hanging over between her eyes. She flicks her tongue out, teasing his head in an effort to catch him and pull him into her mouth. Eren doesn't move, allowing her the momentary control of slipping his shaft into her mouth. His head tingles as he feels her teeth briefly scrape over the mushroom tip and then down his shaft as she raises her head to pull him down her throat.
Eren responds by palming her nose and cheek, rubbing his thumb over her cheek tenderly. He leans into her, flexing his member as it slides down her warm throat. A groan rumbles through his lips as the warm, enveloping feeling sinks into his head.
His hand tips forward, intentionally splashing some of the liquid onto her chest.
Mikasa recoils at the sudden heat running down over her breasts and chest. She grumbles avidly through the cock in her mouth.
Eren pulls himself back, keeping his head in her mouth before sinking himself back down her throat. The free hand gropes a breast, feeling the solid but warm wax crumble under his hand.
Mikasa grumbles again, but with a more obvious edge of enjoyment this time. Eren's hand withdraws from her breast and slaps her face as he withdraws his cock, "Quiet, slut." He pauses, waiting for her to cease.
His head drops from her mouth with a quiet pop as he steps back to the side of the table. He swishes the sultry red fluid around in the bowl, dipping a finger in to test the temperature. The thin film quickly dries on his finger, but the drop accumulated at the bottom remains liquid and drips from his skin.
Extending his arm, he flicks his wrist over her abs. Liquid wax sprays over most of her abs and some of her waist, stray droplets spritzing over her legs and chest. Mikasa's whole body recoils incontinently, biting back a yelp by gritting her teeth together fervently.
Eren palms his whole hand over her waist, washing the rapidly cooling liquid over her abs in a translucent coating. He doesn't see it, but her eyes roll around in her head and she silently shudders, her legs flickering in a pair of spasms. He thoughtfully places the empty bowl beside the metal band over her lower chest. His feet come to a smart rest beside her head.
Her head lifts up, near level with her body to look at him. He holds his hand over her face and crinkles his hand muscles irregularly, showering her face with bits of solid wax. She snorts and shakes her head as a small flake bounces off her lip into her nose.
Hot wax continues to drip onto her waist. The greater coat of now-solid wax letting more of it trickle down, eventually tracing down between her legs.
Eren stands over her quietly, observing without outward reaction.
Eventually his hands reach out and cup around the upper skin of her breasts, gradually enclosing the tender flesh entirely with each hand and squeezing firmly. Connecting thumbs to index fingers, he pinches her nipples. Mikasa struggles to keep quiet.
He digs his nails into her nipples as he continues holding her breasts with both hands. A quiet hum begins slipping through her lips. Eren increases the pressure, adding a slight twist to his hands around her breasts. The hum grows louder. His hands retreat, then rapidly scoop up her breasts again with renewed fervor, rabidly twisting her flesh up between his hands. Her hum finally breaks into a chirp, followed by an open moan.
Eren immediately withdraws his hands, causing her moan to cut off with a weary chirp of disappointment. His hand smushes against her face, awkwardly twisting her head from the rather comfortable rest. "I am sure I told you to be quiet," Eren restates himself plainly.
Mikasa's lips purse in response, looking at him through the corner of her eyes over his hand. He holds the awkward pose for a moment longer, then drops his hand away suddenly and walks around the table.
His fingers click the gas up another notch and the wax begins dripping more rapidly as he rounds the last corner of the table. He stands between her legs, watching the hot wax drip onto her skin and stream down her waist in natural rivulets. Four fingers press over a thinly hardened sea of wax, cracking its shell unevenly as he drops his thumb down to her clit again. He can see her toes wriggle out of the corner of his eyes.
But it is short lived – his thumb withdraws and his hands wrap under her thighs as he steps forward, letting his head brush against the skin beside her legs. He reaches up and adjusts the position of the melter, sliding it forward slightly so it drips closer to her belly button.
"Lift your head up."
Mikasa doesn't move for a moment, intentionally evading him.
She lifts her head from the rest, only barely enough to notice.
Eren's tone becomes firmer, "Lift. Your head."
Again, she stalls. But then maliciously complies by turning her head to the side some and raising another few centimeters. Eren slaps a tit.
A cut yelp sprouts from her mouth before she controls it, her head naturally raising in the process. Eren takes advantage, his hands bolting to her head, one grabbing a handful of hair on the top of her scalp and the other a handful of hair beside the ear she's favoring.
He rams himself into her as he yanks her head up perpendicular to her body, resting his arms on her chest as he beings ploughing himself into her feverishly. "When I… tell you to… do something…" he stammers between grit teeth and beats as he glares at her, tugging at her head with each thrust, "you fucking.. DO IT!"
Mikasa's lips pucker up tightly as she feels him raving her inner walls, sending electrical jolts of pleasureful scintillations up from her crotch through her abs and chest, quickly trickling into her brain. Her legs clench inwards violently.
He can see it on her face already. "No." Eren states simply. He continues pounding himself into her as his vice-like grip on her hair continues yanking her head upwards to watch. Her eyelids twitch and lips quiver as the small pool of hot wax in her belly button begins streaming down the sides of her abs from the fierce shaking of the table.
He can feel her flush, his rod soaking in her climactic fluids. He wrenches her hair side to side until he pins her head down to the far edge of the table, "I did not…. Allow you permission…" he beats into her.
Doubling down, his hands wrest her head from the table and emphatically shake her head back and forth with each increasingly violent thrust into her. His fingers loosen just enough to wrap around the back of her head and mesh together, holding her head up to look right at him.
Her trembling lips and eyelids only grow more erratic as the color subtly drains from her face, then flush back into it with a renewed fervency. She barley manages to keep eye contact as he furiously rams himself into her over and over again.
Again, he feels her walls tighten around him and a thinner, fresher flush of liquids coat his rapid thrusting. Her face contorts, lips ruffling as she struggles to constrain a loud and full yelp of satisfaction that would quickly roll into a long, euphoric scream-like chant.
He drops her head suddenly and smashes himself into her one last time before stepping away smartly.
Mikasa breathes deeply, not recognizing how long she was holding her breath as her head swirled around in fantasy land while he was drilling himself into her. The long breath breaks into a pant, her eyes barely following Eren moving around the room before her head crashes back to the makeshift headrest.
The blood pools at the top of her head as the combination of gravity and euphoria still swirl around in her head. Her chest rising and falling greatly with each breath.
Eren steps up beside her. Her eyes flash to the side, eyeing his abs without look up to his eyes or face.
Still panting, she opens her mouth expectantly, sticking her tongue out ostensibly. He smacks her cheek again, "I didn't fucking tell you you could cum."
She doesn't respond – as she should. Remaining still, her mouth open and waiting with baited anticipation.
Eren pinches her tongue between two fingers. She blinks, not expecting the unusual move. "Are you going to do that again?" Eren crouches down partially, leaning in closer to her face until she can see his chin without looking up.
A poorly suppressed grin creases over her face. "Maybleh…" she sputters maladroitly. He flicks her tit with a sharp zip of his fingers. She recoils from the waist up but doesn't say anything more as the grin only grows. He repeats the jeer, flicking the tip of her of her tits several times in quick succession.
He releases her tongue and pinches a cheek, pulling it towards him as he repeats his question, "Are you going to do that again, slut?"
The skin under his pinch tightens as she openly smiles, "Maybe!"
Eren quickly follows up with another clap on her breast, the sharp sound echoing around in the room. A hand combs through her hair and gruffly pulls down, tensioning her head to the headrest. "Are you… going to d-"
Mikasa barely suppresses an antic snort. She tenses, nibbling at the tiny bit of lip between her teeth shyly before shaking her head side to side with a diligent defiance. Eren peers down at her but says nothing. A single drop of water audibly drips from her hair into the large pool of water beneath the table in the momentary silence. Eren keeps looking down at her, barely making eye contact with her over the crest of her cheeks.
Brusquely releasing her hair with a moderate shove, he steps from the head of the table to the flank end. His palm whips through the open air and claps against the bit of her ass hanging over the edge of the table. Mikasa inhales sharply as the pain shoots through her skin. Eren repeats the motion, aiming for the same bit of reddening skin again.
Her legs flex drastically as the pain laces over her skin, gradually fading to black.
Silence.
Eren raises his hand again, expecting some response from her. But nothing comes. His hand drops to his side.
He waits, watching her chest rise and fall as she breathes. Three clicks turn off the wax melter after nothing happens for a solid minute.
He sees her chin shift, reacting to the surprise of him turning off the wax drip. His hand crests her leg, shaving over the skin between her legs then begins running up her abs to her chest. Three spontaneous presses against her skin crack and break up the wax shell accumulated over her until his hand sweeps over her breasts and wraps over her throat. He finishes rounding the table and stands beside her head neatly for a fraction of a second before turning to glance around the room.
Ah. Maybe that will work.
He steps off to the far side of the room and lifts four clamps from a wall mount, then whisks a partially padded belt from another wall, and a whip with a series of leather straps protruding from the end. Noisily tossing the clamps onto the table, they clatter to a stop as he unfurls the belt and places the whip on the table.
He shoves the padded section into her mouth. Latching the belt securely behind the headrest, lassoing her head down to the table, then studiously tightens each of the clamps over the loose skin of her clit from the top down.
A moan sweeps from her lips as the first clamp pinches against her skin. A second, louder and more intense moan grows as the second and third clamps tighten against her skin.
The fourth brings a tear to her eye as the pain swells past a threshold and cringes over her face. Her legs quiver.
Eren stoops over her from the side of the table, studying her face with interest. Displeased, he gently runs a finger over the back of the clamps, sending a shiver shooting through her body and a muffled "Mmhh!" squelches from her throat. More satisfied, he continues, running his finger up and then back down, sending the same shock through her body but failing to notice her legs quivering.
He steps beside her and begins lightly flogging the leather whip over her chest as he fondles himself. He can hear her breathing heavily through her nose as his lashes grow more intense and begin sweeping down her body. He skips over her waist and begins slapping both legs in a figure-eight motion.
Several breaths pass as he continues to redden her legs with sharp lashes, then moves back down to her abs.
A very brief reprieve purveys the gap before he whisks the leather against her breasts several times. She groans through the padding in her mouth. Eren ignores her and moves the whipping to the close side of her chest, grasping the far breast in his hand forcefully.
Her legs flex inward again; this time he notices them. He smashes the handle of the whip into the side of the table adjacent to her head in an attempt to intimidate her.
She noticeably chuckles.
He rabidly swipes the leather in a single sweep over her breasts. She recoils again, but again laughs with it.
He repeats the routine, viciously scraping the leather over her breasts in a blur of brownish leather.
Again, her legs creep inward and she chortles even more noticeably. Eren's wrist twists around the headrest and releases the strap binding her mouth shut.
"What are you doing, whore?" he asks, somewhat expecting an answer.
Mikasa smacks her lips, wetting her mouth. But then puckers up tightly, her cheeks glowing. He sweeps the whip over her nipples again in an attempt to elicit some response, "I did ask you a question."
She glares at the corner where the floor meets the wall in front of her, consolidating all the physical stimulus in one spot deep in her mind. Eren flicks one of the clamps.
Not a moment passes before Mikasa bursts out laughing, flashing her teeth in her twisted joy. Her head rises from the rest and maks shoddy eye contact with him as she laughs. She continues laughing for another two breaths before Eren jams his shaft down her throat. Mikasa stammers at first, trying to suppress her laugher yet again. But he pushes himself all the way into her mouth, until he feels her hair tickling his thigh.
"Shut. Up." He snarls, wickedly swatting his hands over her breasts, clipping both nipples in a single motion.
Her legs dramatically flex against the pair of metal cuffs over her ankles as the sting of the swat screams through her body. Eren feels her moan in a convoluted mix of pain and pleasure, warmly vibrating his shaft around in her throat. He pumps himself in and out of her throat a few times, enjoying the feeling of filling her throat and finally cutting off her chuckling.
Long, smooth strokes follow. Pulling his head out until it brushes against her teeth then thrusting himself back down until he feels her cheeks on his thighs. "That's it." He taunts, "Got anything else to laugh about?"
For a moment, nothing happens.
Then she chokes out, attempting to laugh even more hysterically. Eren leans into her, adamantly pushing himself all the way down this time. She shuts up, her body cringing as she chokes, and her teeth scrape against his shaft.
Eren holds the pose, waiting a solid four or five breaths before relaxing at all. And he doesn't pull out quickly, instead walking himself backward like a slow-moving construction project. The tip of his head barely leaves her mouth before he gives her a solid slap on the face, followed by another, and another.
Mikasa puckers up. At first she avoids eye contact, but she quickly finds Eren crouched in front of her and she can't not make eye contact. She manages to hold herself together rather well for the moment.
But her cheeks flex as it just keeps tickling at her from inside. She breaks into a wide-mouthed, deep-throated laugh again.
Eren does nothing. Watching in a stoic veneer for several breaths as he mulls the circumstance over. Then snorts and drops his head in defeat, "Got' damn woman…"
Mikasa puckers up again, deftly maintaining eye contact as she controls herself. Eren raises a brow, curious. "Okay, we can play that game," he answers with a wry smile.
He stands to his full height, wrapping his hand over her throat as he leans back slightly, looking up at the ceiling as he mildly stretches his claves. He rubs his hand up her through to her jaw line then nonchalantly walks to the opposite side of the table and begins removing the bottom most clamp.
Leaving the topmost pincer in place, he tosses the three clamps onto the nearest wall-mounted counter along with the whip. Then pauses beside the table at the center of the room.
He turns towards the wall opposite the stairs. He pumps his shoulders back and swipes at the air in a quick one-two punch with both arms, swiftly followed by a slight jump and a fierce kick with each leg, shouting with each kick. Mikasa lifts her head, frowning at his strange drives.
Her head falls back to the cushion as he finishes, him nearly face-to-face with the wall. He stands there statically, rigidly.
A breath passes. Two.. Four…. Eight…
Eren spins 180 degrees in less than a blink and rampages forward with a single step of his long legs. A single, ultra-violent kick connects with the side of the table. Mikasa and the table leap into the air, a loud clunk sounding as one or two of the metal restraints holding her to the table bounce the table off some of the support pillars aside the stairs and the whole contraption clatters to the ground.
Blood streams from the bottom of his foot, several sizable splinters sticking out the side of his foot at awkward angles from the wood's failure to hold up to the force of his kick, having buckled and frayed under the pressure. Eren pauses for a moment to pluck the largest four from his foot, then steadies himself with a deep breath. He paces over to her feet.
The whole table leans awkwardly on its side, favoring the once top-heavy weight of the body strapped to it. Without any conversation or even so much as looking at her, Eren folds his legs underneath himself and takes to unclasping her legs from the mount.
The cool iron clatters to the ground as her legs drop to the cold, wet stone. He steps to the side, over the legs of the table and leans over to unlock the main iron brace wrapped over her ribs. She finally groans at the first sizeable discomfort as her hips fall to the ground with a muffled thud, awkwardly twisting her upper torso still attached to the boards.
He steps over her head and reaches down to unclasp the last attachments. Her shoulders thump to the ground. She massages up her sore wrists as she glances up at him suspiciously.
Eren presses the sterile foot against her face, pinning her to the ground. "Do not. Move." He growls, pausing for effect again. The pressure relieves her head and she watches him lift a bloody foot from the corner of her eye. Eren gruffly shoves his foot against the table, sending it careening across the floor to the other side of the room with an overly forceful kick. The loud clamor fills the room, a sharp crack sounding as one of the legs broke against the wall. Or maybe just the metal studs in the feet of the table. No matter.
His attention swoops back down to the woman below him.
Mikasa barely catches his eyes before she finds his hand clutching a fistful of her hair and mostly dragging her back toward the center of the room. She cringes with a loud "Ahh!" as her scalp screams at her and the stone floor, though wet, pinches and burns her skin.
He whips her around, dropping to his knees as he maneuvers her around the opposite direction – her legs snap sideways and fold against themselves as his other hand grabs her hip and reels her in.
She comes to a full rest on her back, facing him. Her face cringes with the fading pain of her hair being used as a tow rope and her skin scuffling against the stone. Eren scrunches her into a messy ball, her folded legs pressing to her chest as he leans over her. He presses his head to her opening and wraps both hands around the back of her head.
A single, violent thrust buries himself within her as he grimaces in her direction. She squeals pleasurably.
He gives no break, immediately pulling out and forcing himself back into her again with a tremendous fury. Her neck screams at her as he squeezes her together underneath him, rattled with each hammer blow of his hips into her waist. Her eyes flicker, teeth loosely biting her lips in a swirling ecstasy for a moment before recognizing it a bad idea under his frenzy. Eren glares into her eyes intensely.
She maintains eye contact, but only in the brief moments where here eyes are open between thrusts. Her fingers curl in on themselves, fingernails digging into her palms as the chemical assault rapidly sweeps through her whole body. A long, sharp cry screams from her lips as his pounding continues.
Her eyes shut tight as euphoria steeps her mind in an oversensitive wash of sexual pleasure sloshing around in her body. Her teeth grit together intensely as fluid squirts over Eren's waist. Her cry grows louder.
Eren only intensifies his feverish effort, smashing himself into her repeatedly as he focuses almost entirely against the burning in his abs, thighs, and biceps. He feels her go limp underneath him as her climax broaches into a territory vaguely unconscious.
He slams himself into her once more, the feverishly withdraws and lets her splay out haphazardly.
He collects her arms to her sides then steps over top of her. A knee on each side with his clean leg over top of her abs and the bloody foot against the ground, he grasps his mass with one hand a lifts her head from the ground by her hair with the other.
Firmly fapping himself until his climax explodes onto her bewildered face. Cum streams over her face in odious spurts. Her mouth lackadaisically hinging open part way as she vaguely recognizes what he's doing.
Only a few drops even grace her marginally outstretched tongue.
Eren stands up, half-winded and breathing heavily. He glances around the room as he regains his composure. Walking towards the stairs he spits at her. "Slut."
At the bottom of the stairs, he flicks a crude light switch, bathing the room in a poor yellowish light – revealing a disheveled mess of a room doused in water and sex toys strewn about from more than a night's worth of fun. He reaches the top of the stairs and looks down through the open supports adjacent to the stairs, her face and neck barely in the direct light from the main floor. A satisfied grin as he sees she is still winded.
He throws a clutch of ruff towels down to the base of the stairs, "Clean up your mess." He pauses, stressing, "All of it." Brandishing her scarf over his arm he finishes poignantly, "Then maybe you can have this back."
Then slams the door shut behind him and walks away.
Some fifteen minutes later Eren lays sprawled out over a couch in the main room, his injured foot bandaged with a clean white dressing hanging and over the side to prevent bloodying the couch unnecessarily.
Mikasa appears at the top of the stairs in the middle of the home, now lightly clothed, quietly shutting the basement door behind her. Her head sweeps back from the main door to the main room and catches Eren's hand hanging over the back of the couch beside her scarf.
Eren feels the scarf slip away from under before he hears her approach. His head turns to watch her rounding the couch. He scoots himself back to make room for her.
She sets down the tea he forgot in the basement on the table in front of them and finishes wrapping the scarf around her neck as she sits beside his waist and lays down with him.
"Enjoy yourself?" Eren asks her intently.
She snickers, her head turning back to look at him wryly, "I think you know the answer to that."