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Historia VI

Their bodies, separate but entangled from the erotic entanglement they had just shared. Sweat dotted both of their flesh and their breathing was all but in sync. From his position behind his beloved Historia, Hans could still not believe the devotion and affection Historia had spoken when she had said those words, "I am yours."

Here she was, the Queen of the Walls, easily the most beautiful girl in the world, a goddess in human form, and she had just sworn herself over to him, him! He was no one compared to her, just a farmer, a commoner, a nobody. A childhood bully. A stupid guy who didn't know how to express his feelings in the past and acted like a jerk because of it. If he had actually just tried to be nice and impress her, befriend her, maybe romance her from there, he and Historia could've been fucking like this much earlier.

Historia... She was still breathing heavily, looking over her shoulder, her beautiful blue eyes clouded with lust. Her smile was radiant. "Did you hear what I said, Hans?" Her voice sounded angelic.

In response, Hans wrapped an arm around her waist, hoisting her and pulling her smaller body until her back was flush against his chest. They remained connected at their sexes, and Hans lowered his hand to rub and administer stimulation to her sensitive clit. Historia's eyes rolled back before she closed them, her mouth forming a small O as she let out a series of small moans. Hans other hand ran its way up her stomach and cusped the underside of one of her breasts. His fingers lightly gripped her sensitive flesh. Even in her state of bliss, Historia found the sense to bring her arm up and wrap it around the back of his neck, pulling his face closer. Hans didn't need more convincing. He leaned in and kissed her.

Their kiss was sweet and savory. Historia didn't even object as Hans adventure forth with his tongue to probe her mouth. He felt Historia's as it almost shied away from his own. He sought to encourage her, playfully lapping at it. Historia let go of her reservations as she dedicated herself to this passionate kiss. Their make-out continued, their lips locked in an intimate dance. Hans could almost feel himself start to grow hard again within Historia as she gasped into their shared kiss. Historia responded by giving a small gyration of her hips, her ass gently pressing against his crotch. They separated from their kiss, both of their eyes clouded.

"I heard you alright," Hans finally answered before his lips sought hers out in hunger once more. He gave Historia more kisses, he would give her all the kisses he could give. But he had to end this one so he could say, "And I am yours as you are mine."

Historia looked so beautiful as she smiled at him. His forehead touching her own. "You're mine, alright. I wouldn't be doing this with anyone else. All those things you were saying to me, Hans... I meant it."

She had to know what her words meant to him. This was all he had been dreaming of since he first saw her, even if he didn't know it. And now it was all coming true. Him, Historia, a future together, it was all possible. And with how often he and Historia had been copulating, and with him always spilling his seed inside of her, that future was likely to be coming true soon, hopefully.

He looked forward to the day he could finally start his family with Historia. Even if there was the royal lineage to continue, Hans knew that the prospect of having a family would... family.

He knew very little about Historia's family. After the uprising, he knew that she was really part of the Reiss line, the true kings. She would have been related to Rod or Uri Reiss. He knew Rod had many children, all gone now, but maybe Historia got to know at least one of her half-siblings. Hans remembered spotting a beautiful girl with dark hair visit Historia's old home before. In that case, Historia's family was extensive. If her Reiss side was dominate, she was likely extremely fertile. His own family wasn't small by any means, either.

"Historia..." Hans groaned her name as he relished in the feeling of her body. "A family of our own. I'm going to give you that."

Historia smiled and kissed him. "And I'm going to give you that." Gods, he loved her.

"Let me ask you... about your family."

Historia blinked, confused. "My family? Why?"

"Sorry," Hans apologized after seeing how she answered. "I guess its just... It's because I want you to meet mine."

"Your family..." Historia briefly looked away before Hans guided her face to meet his again. "I honestly haven't thought much about that. I... things have evolved so much from when I first approached you."

"I know, and I'm glad because of it," Hans said. "But... if you really do want me to be your husband, and you my wife, you'll be part of my family. They'll want to meet you. And... I want to make you part of that."

For Historia, even if Hans didn't know it, his words had an effect on her again. A family. An actual family. It was something she had always wanted since she was just a little girl. Something her mother had never given her properly. Now, that was something all being offered to her. It... she... this was what she had craved.

Historia felt a smile pulling on her face again as she gave a small nod.

"Yeah?" Hans asked, hopeful.

"Yeah," Historia nodded. She didn't know which of them initiated this time, but they engaged in another kiss and Historia found herself giving even more of herself over to this man.

With a bit of maneuvering, Historia rearranged herself on Hans' lap so they were still connected by their sexes, but she could now face him properly. Historia wrapped both her arms around Hans as she deepened the kiss, pulling him closer this way. She felt her breasts press against his chest as Hans gave a small buck of his hips. He had grown hard again inside of her, effectively keeping all of the previous amount of his seed plugged inside of her, waiting for it to settle.

Historia gave a few more rolls of her hips, deriving more pleasure from the both of them. Hans' hands wrapped around her, holding her close and rubbing up and down her back. Every time he would go lower with his hand, eventually stopping when both of his hands were palming her ass. He gave more than a gentle squeeze to her flesh. Hans briefly pulled one of his hands away, before gently putting it back. Historia figured he wanted to give her a spank on her ass just then before deciding not to. Historia was... curious. Would she have been mad if he had spanked her? Was she... upset that he hadn't?

Hans kissed her some more, breaking away only to take a breath, their foreheads touching once more. Hans' clouded eyes met hers again. "Historia... I'm... I'm close."

"Cum for me then," Historia almost ordered. "Give me all of it, Hans."

Hans' fingers gripped the flesh of her ass tightly as he rutted upwards into her like a wild animal in heat, which he very much was. Historia could feel his impressive manhood piston itself deeper and deeper into her. At one point Historia felt the spearhead of his cock strike her cervix, threatening to pierce straight into her womb, to deposit his seed directly there. She... she wanted that.

"Gods!" Hans grunted as his hips continued to pump up into the woman who had given herself over to him fully. "Historia... Historia... H-historia... Gods, Historia! I'm cumming, Historia! Hrnnnn~!"

"Nnnghh~! Yes!" Historia cried alongside him.

Spurts of his copulent hot seed shot forth once more into Historia, spraying the back of her vagina and her cervix. It would mix well with the previous batch he had deposited into her earlier.

Their bodies were dotted in more sweat than before. Their eyes said it all. They kissed once more in a fiery vigor as Hans' cock twitched inside of Historia, giving her every last drop of his seed.
...

"So, this is it."

Historia recognized the landscape. These farmlands were a familiar sight Historia didn't anticipate on seeing in... she didn't even know. Over a few hills would be an old abandoned farm with a fence she had grown up with. But near the slope of another hill, another farm house was settled, bigger than the one she had known.

"Yeah," Hans rubbed the back of his head. "I know it's only been a day, but my parents said I'm always welcome back, and..."

"And...?"

"And... I told them a few days prior that the next time I visited I'd be bringing a girl back," Hans looked sheepish. "They don't know that the girl I'm bringing is their queen."

"That seems like an oversight," Historia took a few steps closer to him.

"Yeah. I just didn't know how they'd react."

Historia could not really blame him too much. This whole thing had progressed so fast. So fast, but so, so welcome. She grabbed his hand. His was so much larger and more calloused than her own. Hans looked down at her as she interlaced their fingers. "Either way, I'm with you. I'm yours, remember."

Hans smiled at her as he led them to his family home. Hans gave a knock before he let the door open from the other side. A middle-aged woman with the same sandy blonde hair as Hans stood there.

"Hans!" she exclaimed upon seeing her son. "Welcome home!" she wrapped her arms around her son.

"Hi, ma," Hans greeted. "It's good to be back. And... I brought the girl that I mentioned." Historia was met with the grey eyes of the woman. "Ma, this is my... partner. Queen Historia Reiss."

"Hello," Historia gently offered.

It took a few seconds before his mother gasped and did her best to do a courtesy. "Y-your Majesty! P-please! Please come in! I'll get the family together, yes! Oh! And dinner! I have enough, but I do hope it's up to your standards."

"Um..." Historia was at a loss.

"It's alright," Hans whispered to her as he led her inside. "She can get a little excited."

Inside was a cozy farmhouse, a homely scent coming from the kitchen on the side room, and the sounds of running feet from the floor above. A middle aged man was seated in an armchair in the living room. He groaned as he stood tall like Hans, but unlike her chosen lover, this man had tussled brown hair, but the same brown eyes as Hans.

"Welcome home, son." He shook hands with Hans. "Ah!" he spotted Historia. "This must be the girl you wrote about. But... did I hear your mother right? Is this really our queen?"

"Yes," Historia answered. "I am Historia Reiss."

The father smiled. "Beg my pardon, Your Majesty, but... you not really dressed like I thought you'd be. You look like one of us."

She was wearing her typical civilian clothing, with a red shawl, white blouse and red skirt. It was how she always dressed around the orphanage. "There's no need to apologize. I dress like this often. I wasn't always meant to be queen. I lived on the farm just over the hill as a child."

"A farmer queen, huh?" he smiled. "And from around these parts. You wouldn't happen to be that girl my son was always talking about and going to spy on, would you?"

"Dad..." Hans almost begged.

"I suppose I would be," Historia answered.

"Well go figure. Who'd thought my boy's childhood crush would be standing here now, and a queen at that." He extended his hand. "Welcome to the Ullman household, Historia. I'm Davis Ullman." Historia shook his much larger hand.

"Care to sit down?" he asked. "Dinner will be ready soon."

"Dinner is ready now!" Mrs. Ullman came out of the kitchen. "Kids! Dinner!" she shouted upstairs. She smiled over at Historia. "Please, come sit down at the table. You'll love what I've made."

"Can't argue with Lynn," Mr. Ullman smiled as he led them to the kitchen.

Historia took a seat next to Hans as Mrs. Ullman insisted they sit on the right hand of the table. A meal was laid out ripe for the picking, and more for than just the four of them. A second later, they were joined by Hans' siblings. There was a girl who shared all of Hans' features and looked to be Historia's age, next was a boy about a year younger with brown hair and grey eyes, and then two boys looking to be entering their teenage years with brown eyes and hair.

"Hans!" the two youngest yelled as they ran over to their older brother.

"Hey, you two!" Hans tussled their hair.

"Come back to help with chores," the second son asked.

"So he can pick up your slack?" the sister teased. "And be mindful. We've got a guest."

"Kids," Mrs. Ullman spoke. "Introduce yourselves. Hans has brought home a very important guest."

"I'm Anya Ullman," the sister introduced herself.

"Henry Ullman."

"Benjamen Ullman!" "Connor Ullman!" the youngest sons finished. Four siblings. Five altogether.

"Hello. It's nice to meet you all. I'm Historia. Historia Reiss."

"The queen?" Henry asked, a little skeptical.

"Yes," Hans answered. "This is Queen Historia. I work at the orphanage she runs."

"A charitable queen at that," Mrs. Ullman beamed.

"Uh, should we bow?" Benjamen looked at his older siblings.

"Oh, no!" Historia dismissed. "Please, none of that."

"So, what brings the queen to our farm, Hans?" Anya asked, sending a knowing look at Hans.

"I believe Hans can explain during dinner," Mrs. Ullman said.

So as the Ullman family took their seats, Hans was hit with question after question on his and Historia's relationship. Hans answered truthfully, leaving out the important details like her potential titanization and plan, and their explicit sexual activities. But he answered how they had met, even not denying how he had been a bully to her as a kid. That earned him an earful from both his mom and sister as they berated him for having bad influence friends, that having a sister he should know better, and he should be grateful that Historia is a merciful queen for not having him executed for that act.

Historia had to hide her laugh as Hans blushed like a child and hung his head low. Her victory didn't last long as Connor then asked Historia, "So are you and Hans getting married?"

"Oh. Uh..."

"Connor, that's a serious question," Mr. Ullman said. "Just because two people are together doesn't mean that they've thought of that."

"Actually, Mr. Ullman, Hans and I have discussed marriage," Historia said.

"R-really?" Mrs. Ullman asked.

"Yes. As queen it is expected that I marry one day and see the royal line continue. And I'd rather choose my partner than have one assigned to me. And after seeing the man your son has grown into, I can say that he's a better suitor than any nobleman. I'd be glad if he would be my husband one day."

"So, would Hans be king with you?" Benjamen asked.

"I suppose he'd get to be queen consort, maybe he'd have a title of king in title only, but I don't know much about how that works."

"So... our family would be royalty?" Henry asked.

"Henry!" Anya smacked his arm. "So insensitive! Sorry about him, Historia."

"It's no worry," Historia accepted the apology. "But I can promise that your family will be well provided for should I join your family."

"That is generous of you, Queen Historia," Mrs. Ullman said. "But we cannot take advantage of your status."

"Think nothing of it," Historia insisted. "Having a family, being part of one is more than I could ever ask for. Anything I could do to help my family, I'd gladly do." Her words spoke true with the Ullmans as they looked at her with admiration. Hans took her hand from under the table.

THe conversations flowed with good nature and humor from then on. Historia found herself charmed by Hans' sister Anya and her blunt and forward humor, Henry and his more sardonic style, and the youngest with their endless entheusasm. She found herself smiling and laughing along with them at some embarrassing childhood stories about Hans. Even Mr. Ullman had a good sense of comforting and direct humor.

"It's good to see you get on well with a big family unit, Historia," Mr. Ullman said. "It'll be good later on."

"How so?" Historia asked, smiling.

"You see that we have a lot of children. Our family is pretty virile, always has been. So I hope you want a lot of kids of your own."

"Oh." Historia felt heat rise to her face.

"Really, pa?" Hans shook his head.

"Well it's true," Mr. Ullman said. "We're farmers. Our seed is as strong as the crops we plant."

Historia laughed along at the metaphor and at Hans' equally blushing face. And from under the table, Historia moved a hand to her lower stomach. She could only hope that Hans family virility was as strong as his father said. She could almost see it. A son with Hans sandy blonde hair and her blue eyes, or a daughter with her golden locks and Hans brown eyes. A child they would conceive together. Historia smiled at the idea of a child not yet in the world. She would have it. She would birth it. Hans would give that child to her. A different seed he would plant in her. And she would grow the seed of their love and union. Historia knew she would become Queen Historia Ullman. This would be her family now. And she was happy with it.

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