Attack on Titan - Historia x Farmer

Summary: Queen Historia was going to bear a child. Surprisingly, it wasn't Eren that was the father but some random farmer. Why? No, seriously, why? What exactly happened on the day that Historia approached the farmer? What kind of cock did he have to have the Queen of the Walls absolutely hooked?

Theme: Big Dick, Mind Break, Voyeurism, First Time

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"The queen has the right to choose her partner. He's been checked out. We know he's no one's pawn. He's a young man born and raised in the same place as Queen Historia. I understand he used to throw rocks at the queen as a child because she wouldn't leave the farm. He must've wanted her to notice him. He says he worked at the queen's orphanage out of the guilt he felt from back then. He worked there doing menial work with his head down for years. He wasn't trying to get her attention."

But he did.

Historia Reiss opened the door to the barn, her blue eyes dimmed and her silky blonde hair blowing in the wind. Wearing a simple white dress and a mini-pancho on her shoulders, if she were any other woman, it would have been the perfect disguise. If only. 

The moment the farmer laid his eyes on her, his breath hitched. Historia was an absolute beauty, her light blonde hair framing her face perfectly and her soft blue eyes like pools of starlight. Her curves were well-proportioned and slightly hidden by her dress. She looked like a dream come to life as she stepped through the doorway, both delicate and ladylike. He knew who she was.

"Evan," Historia called out. That was his name. Her breathing it to life caused shivers. He had been holding a pitchfork and using it to move some hay. At her presence, the farmer stopped and turned.

"Historia…" He didn't know what to say. She was here. How many years had it been? Since Wall Maria fell? Before, she was the girl-next-door that he crushed on and now…now she was the Queen of the Walls. Evan stood there, waiting, until she approached him. She was…very short. Probably a little over five feet. "It's good to see you." 

She gave a nod and looked him over. Her expression was unreadable. Not dark but also not happy. "You too."

Instinctively, he hunched over and put a hand behind his head. "So, um, what brings you here, Your Highness?"

"Give me a baby."

"H-huh?"

The reason didn't matter. The timing didn't matter. All that mattered was that it was reality. Historia was going to get pregnant—and the farmer, Evan, was going to be the one to do it.

"S-sorry, I'm not—"

"I want you to give me a baby."

Evan blinked twice, staring down at the young woman with utter confusion. She was, well…certainly of fertile age. For royalty, there was no illogical issue for not having an heir. But…

"W-why me…?"

"Because I know you and I know you'll never betray me," Historia said. It was almost frightening how calm she was. Evan didn't understand. He needed time to think. "I say this as both queen and Historia, the girl who lived here all those years ago and the girl who I hope you still love."

The tone in her voice was enveloped in rigid firmness. She was saying this as queen and demanding it as a repercussion for his past actions. Evan cringed, remembering the way he threw rocks at her and begged for her attention. It wasn't like that had been their only interaction. For a while, they were…friends. Childhood friends. But then his father and his friends whispered terrible things in his ear and he—

No. That was no excuse. Inhaling sharply, he nodded. "Okay." Inhale, exhale. "Okay. Let's do it."

Historia's eyes showed a glimmer of emotion. She expected him to accept—but not this fast. His near decade long guilt carried him harder than she anticipated. Even Eren Yeager, who stood outside the barn as a dark hooded figure, was moderately surprised. She didn't plan to marry him. That was something made abundantly clear in the undertone of Historia's offer.

"Um, but right here, right now?" Evan had just started working for the day so he wasn't particularly hot and sweaty. On the other hand, Historia was a bright ball of sunshine and even on his best day, he couldn't match up to her status. His hair was blond and often covered in a hat. His features were masculine but certainly not on the level of some of the men in the city. He was normal. He was a farmer. He was stronger with nice lean arms and standing at almost six feet. 

Historia, whose hands had been folded together, came undone. She approached him and he gulped. She came close. Too close. Her eyes were still dark and devoid of intense emotion. She wanted a baby but she didn't want him. She dropped to her knees and in that moment Evan understood that this was really happening. This was no dream. This was reality.

An ordinary farmer was going to impregnate the Queen of the Walls. The most powerful woman in his little world. 

She unbuckled his belt, the noise of metal like music to his ears. Evan glanced up and saw that the barn entrance was closed. He didn't recall Historia closing it…

He wasn't aware that Eren Yeager was standing outside. Waiting. Listening. Neither did Historia. Which was why when the pants fell down and the farmer's cock flopped out, her reaction was unrestrained. What dropped on her face was a heavy cock, unlike anything she had seen before. A hefty weight that radiated an addicting masculine stench. Somewhat sweaty and clean, what struck her was the sheer size and weight. It was a cock that shocked Historia to her very core and caused her to freeze up.

"H-huh…ah…?"

Her blues were wide and innocent. The cock lay across her skull, flaccid and intimidating. Evan wasn't a small man by any means. He was toned in all the right ways and to have a decently-sized cock was expected. But this? This was something else. This was a beast. A real Titan cock. Historia wasn't totally ignorant of the opposite sex, romance, or sexual relations in general. There was Ymir, of course, but their relationship never entered sexual territory. Gazes that lingered a little too long, hands that became too touchy, that sort of thing. What Historia felt towards Ymir had always been emotionally driven. 

If there was an individual with whom she felt a degree of sexual attraction, it was Eren Yeager, her classmate and friend. Eren was…well, he had a nice body for one. She had seen it for herself during training and when he was kidnapped. He was loud and a little annoying but he has really grown since then. She asked him to have her baby and he rejected. And now, unknown to her, he was standing outside, listening in.

There was a window at the side of the barn. Curious, Eren Yeager peered through—and went wide-eyed.

Fuck. Fuck! 

Holy fuck!

The farmer's member must have been eight or inches long and as thick as his wrist; easily, without having to get a close look, Eren identified that it was bigger than his six inch erection. But above all else, it was flaccid. Completely soft and limp. It hadn't grown in the slightest yet it was longer and thicker than Eren's cock ever was. From his viewpoint, Eren could catch a glimpse of his hefty nutsack too. Fuck. He had never been one to compare but…Eren really didn't compare.

And Historia knew it.

"Y-you're…" She gulped, letting the heat of his cock remain. Evan was confused. This was his first ever whipping out his cock. It wasn't abnormal…right? "...much bigger…than…"

Eren, Reiner, Connie, and Jean. A long time ago, during her time at the Training Corps, Ymir pulled a prank on those four boys. By stealing their clothes while they went skinny-dipping, the boys were forced to prance around naked at their training camp and accidentally popped boners due to the attention and the wind. Suffice it to say, they did not impress. Jean was the largest at seven and a half inches (thereby dubbing him "horse"), with Eren at second, Connie at third, and Reiner at the bottom. Historia vividly recalled the days following the incident when Reiner tried to convince her that the wind had affected his size. But she wasn't an idiot. He was clearly hard and three inches long. In other words, he was small. Historia wasn't the type to care and simply smiled and told him that she understood.

But now…

"W-wow…"

Now she understood why size was so important. Eren, as he peeked through the barn window, also understood.

This sucked. It really did. Because that seemingly well-adjusted farmer was beyond well-hung. If it wasn't for his guilt, the farm could have impregnated all the women of the area. He was a stud in every meaning of the word. He was the total opposite of Eren who was planning the Rumbling and had less than four years to live. The farmer was full of hope. The farmer was handed Historia fucking Reiss on a silver platter. The farmer had a big dick that no woman could resist.

And right now, the farmer was about to lay this seed of hope—and Eren couldn't tear his eyes from it. 

Twitch.

Ten seconds had passed of no action and at last Evan's cock was growing. With bated breath, Historia waited—and was blown away. Slowly, his cock picked itself up and thickened, hardened, and grew. Historia's lips parted in surprise. What more was there to say? The queen desired excellence and she received divinity. Twelve inches of mean meat unrivalled by anyone else in the land. 

A true Titan.

She was wet. Historia was so fucking wet. Just by looking at his cock, she felt her white panties stain.

"So…"

At the sound of his voice, Historia sprung into action. Her hands wrapped around his cock and began stroking dutifully. She had never done this before. That didn't mean she couldn't try. Her skill was clumsy and amateurish. Evan didn't mind and simply waited for her to adjust. 

And adjust she did. Neither Historia nor Evan could tell but the blonde was a natural-born slut. Her skill increased exponentially and Eren, spectating as a third-party, was amazed by her skill. She moved her head and let the hard fall on her shoulder, kissing the side of the shaft like a good little minx. 

Evan groaned as her tongue crossed along a thick vein. She went licked up and down, up and down. Historia heaved his log of a cock above her and peppered kisses along the bottom side. She kissed his cock until she reached his heavy nutsack which she treated with great love. Her juicy lips made lewd sounds as they made contact with his family jewels. They were precious. They were the future of her family. Being tender and loving was the only rational way to treat them.

Evan found himself holding his breath. Historia was so quiet and dutiful. It was like she was working on his cock like a job. She shuffled back and licked the crown of his cock. That was when he really began to feel the pressure. His glans were sensitive and his cock reacted in accordance to that, twitching and pulsating. Historia, like the talented slut she was, leapt on that weakness and wiped her tongue lift and right. His cockhead was thick like her fist with enough space to flick and lash across it. 

For somebody whose weakness was their tip, it was pure ecstasy. Pre-cum dripped out that Historia lapped up without letting it drip. It tasted warm and salty with a tinge of pineapple fruit. Whatever the farmer's diet was, it was to the queen's liking and she proceeded to lap up any and all pre-cum.

However, she refused to deepthroat him. Her instincts were screaming at her to do it while her mind shut that offer down. This cock was too big for the poor throat of a blonde chick. So she jerked him off. She suckled on his balls. She did everything she could to coax a load. 

Eventually, the load arrived. Evan's fists were balled into fists and his cock was lurching upwards. It was like a living, breathing beast, growing hotter and redder. Secretly, while her expression was very curt and professional, Historia couldn't wait. His cock was like a volcano ready to erupt. Deep inside, her womb ached. She couldn't help but feel a sharp thrill at the thought of being covered in his thick, cum.

So she did it. She took him into her mouth. Just the tip, nothing crazy, but still—it was insane. The girth stretched her mouth wide and the sheer amount of pre-cum was ludicrous. Feeling the crown of his cock in a warm, wet embrace, his hips bucked forward, driving himself deeper into Historia's mouth. She gagged, feeling his length stretching her limits. He was only five inches inside and yet—

"Mmmph!" Queen Historia was determined to please him. With a surge of determination, Historia tightened her lips around his cock and stood her ground. Her hands tugged on his balls, teasing him mercilessly until he finally reached the edge.

Spurt, spurt, spurt! Twitch, twitch, twitch!

A low groan escaped Evan's lips as he came hard, shooting stream after stream of hot cum into Historia's waiting mouth. She swallowed it greedily, savoring the taste of him as he pulsed inside her. But it became too much and he was forced to pull out and paint her face white. The good little blonde slut opened her mouth and let him do as he pleased. Several long strings landed on her face. However, most of it was aimed at her mouth.

His seed. His precious seed.

She needed it inside. She needed it in her womb. Her mouth…would do for now. 

There was a moment of stillness. Historia, on her knees, with cum falling down her face and onto her dress. Evan, the measly farmer with a cock that refused to go down, panting and waiting. 

Eren Yeager, watching outside and utterly baffled. On his best day, he couldn't match what Evan just did. It was triple—no, quadruple in terms of volume of quality. This farmer was honestly more of a Titan than him. If there was a man worthy of fucking a queen, it was him. 

Historia knew it too. She was fucking dripping.

She stood up, lips closing and chewing on his baby batter. For the briefest of seconds, Evan thought he did something wrong until Historia brought her dress up to her face and cleaned herself, incidentally revealing her lacy white panties. There was a patch of wetness and tiny droplets leaking through. She cleaned her face and let the dress fall.

Silence. Historia's surprise had returned to neutrality. 

"I said I wanted a baby." Historia's blue eyes went from Evan's face to his cock. She swallowed and drew in a breath. It wasn't Evan himself that caused her heart to race, it was that big, fat cock of his. "This will be the last I ask…will you give it?"

She had shown him her panties. She had shown him her commitment. No man in his place would say no. He gave a nod. Historia nodded back and turned. She put her hands on the barn entrance and wagged her hips. Her ass was highlighted through the thin fabric of the white dress.

"Then, as your queen, fuck me to the best of your abilities."

Historia's expectations were boundless since she was a virgin. Maybe big dicks were overrated. Maybe the farmer would be clumsy. The way he lifted her dress up and pulled her panties to the side certainly simmered her expectations. But then she felt his hot cock press against her entrance and she realized that maybe—

"Oh~!"

Oh.

She orgasmed. One thrust, six inches of cock in one fell swoop, and she orgasmed. What typically took her ten minutes with her fingers took this farmer one second. She gasped and her walls slammed down on the intruder. The thick beast, however, slowly etched itself inside her. Deeper, deeper, deeper—

"Mmmmphhh….nnnnghhhhh~!" Historia's eyes rolled back, her back arching. "F-fuck…! Fuck!" 

Evan stopped. His hands on her hips, he thought he was taking it slow. Was he…too slow? His hands slipped over to her ass cheeks, squeezing them, then thrust! 

"Nnnngggh~! I-I'm…!" Her second orgasm of the day. Holy fuck, this farmer was on a whole other level! "Cumming! I'm cumming~!"

That brought a smile to the farmer's face. That meant he was doing good and, in his view, was a signal to start fucking her in earnest. Historia was wholly unprepared for the sheer size and pace. This ordinary farmer, who she expected to be a quick fuck, had a cock that absolutely streeetched her pussy as it pulled back. Everything she had ever done with her cunt was being overwritten. 

This was just twenty seconds in...what was going to happen to her in ten minutes? Thirty minutes? An hour?