"The first time is never good." -Joseph Stalin, reminiscing upon his and Hitler's first time.

They didn't even let the after party go on for very long, maybe for an hour or two, but that was about it. More than enough time for most of the legion to drink themselves silly, mind you. But, unfortunately, her powers fucked her pretty hard-she couldn't even get blackout drunk to fuck Yeager. There went her one good plan.

Of course they were leading her back to that damned basement cell. Because, naturally, Titan-slut decided it was 'too risky' for them to attempt to fuck in titan form. More like, they knew she'd probably make a break for it. And, yeah, she totally would.

"Good luck, Ms Hange will, uhm, well-I won't be too far if you need anything." Armin patted her arm.

"Oh please, Blondie, you just wanna get at it with Erwin's secretary." She had to gather her bravado-if they see you vulnerable, they'll try to fuck around and find out.

"Nifa's my cousin..."

"Haha, take care now, we don't need to lose another soldier cause of you."

"Let's just get this over with..." She managed out, tugging at her dress.

Yeager nodded, channeling his virgin awkwardness, tumbling with his shirt's buttons. He was pretty well muscular, but then again, so was pretty much everyone in the corps. It didn't do anything for her, cause, y'know, it's fucking Yeager.

She finally finished off that goddamned lace, tearing it off roughly. Allowing the dress to fall, naked as the day she was born. Her nipples hardened at the cooling evening air, standing upon her small breasts. Yeager's eyes were fixed on them.

"You don't get to touch anything, just get this over with." Ymir barked, turning from him, ass out.

Yeager swallowed loudly, stepping forward.

"J-just let me know if you need me to stop, okay?" He whimpered like a bitch.

She just knew Titan-slut was probably peeking in on them.

"Gaaaahhhh" He intoned, a screamer in all aspects.

She winced as his cock tore into her, Yeager thrusting in with reckless abandon. Is he moaning already? Every thrust was too rough, and ricocheted a dull throbbing pain through her core.

"Dammit. Uhn. Y~eage-er. Slow yer ass . Ghhh. FUCKING DOWN!"

He ignored her, apparently in his own little world. So this was how he's gonna play it then.

Ymir's fist shot behind her, catching him unguarded in the stomach. Wincing as he pulled out so suddenly, Ymir prepared her rebuke. Her foot cracked something in his shoulder, then knocked out a tooth or two, and finally slammed hard on his throat.

"When." *Crack* "I." *No wait please-* "Say" *Gurgle* "For you to chill the fuck out." She squatted down to his level. "You do it, got it?"

"Y-yes Ma'am." He groaned out.

She smiled sweetly, "Good. Now, again, but hurry your ass up I."

Yeager thrust into her again, far more gentle this time, and managing a mere low grunt instead of wail. He kept looking at her, asking silently for permission with every move.

The throbbing, she was able to ignore for now, if she focused on the low tingly feeling and the odd churning sensation. Yeager had better hurry the hell up, her Historia fantasies would only let her tune out so much.

"Y-ymiiirrr." He called, voice warbly as he moved faster.

Something hot and thick filled her, Yeager's hips bucking further into her, acting purely on instinct.

"So that was." *Pant* "Something." He murmered, eyes heavy.

"Yeah..." She gazed at the cieling, the last candle's flame waltzing with the moon's beams in a mocking sway. "Now scram." She gestured towards his bed across the room, passing out.

Meanwhile, Hange's own experiment was something of a success as well. Only much more enjoyable.

As the sun's baleful rays spritzed down the small barred window, Eren slept. And was very warm. But, happily for him, he managed to snake his way out of Ymir's grasp without waking her up.

Sighing in relief, Eren slowly made his way to the lone dresser, dressing in his casual outfit. He turned to sit on the bed-his bed this time, oblivious to the shadow from the corner of the adjoining, unlocked cell.

"Eren..." She called, voice stern and slightly off.

I'M REALLY RUSTY WITH DOING SMUT RN. WILL PROLLY UPDATE THIS WHEN I GET MORE PRACTICE IN.

REVIEW, IT'LL MAKE THE NEXT CHAPTER COME FASTER.

MINOR UPDATE: THE FORMATTING GOT FUCKED UP AGAIN CAUSE I SWITCHED FROM NOTEPAD TO OFFICE.