Summary: The ruffled woman didn't look like it but she was one of Marley's greatest assets. It was truly a blessing that you got to fuck her of all people, and with those spectacular assets of hers, you weren't going to hold back.
Themes: Vanilla, Doggy Style
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Marley was the global powerhouse of the world. It wasn't number three or number two, it was at the very top. Marley's military, its economy, its technology – in these regards, it utterly demolished its neighbouring nations. Retaining the strength it was prevalent for was fundamental to the nation's success. And so, joining the military was encouraged. Perhaps even expected for some. It was seen as a sign of pride and social equity.
Yet even among the military, there were ranks. Levels of ability and authority, levels of social admiration. Like Marley's position in the world, there was one group at the top. One unit whose success determined the military–no, the entire country's future.
They were the Warriors. The most special, most prestigious unit of the Marleyan Armed Forces. The exceptional individuals blessed with the power of the Titans. The chosen ones. The backbone to Marley, marked by red armbands.
And you, right this second, were plowing the ass of said chosen one. Absolutely fucking the living shit of her.
Stifled moans warmed the room. The crude, sensual smell of sweat and sex.
Pieck Finger, the Cart Titan. Given her short stature and disheveled look, nobody would suspect she was a member of the Warriors. Yet appearances could be deceiving. She was a vital member of the Warriors, undoubtedly the wisest and most intelligent.
And she was getting her back blown harder than an anti-Titan heavy duty artillery gun.
Her voice penetrated the combined fold of her hands and the sofa. Her ass raised and back arched like a cat, she was at the optimal angle for your dick to plow her. Standing on your knees, your fingers digging into the delicious mound of her booty, you thoroughly destroyed her pussy.
Pieck was a calm, rational woman, dignified as they come. She had her quirks, of course, but generally she could remain as cool as a cucumber in the most harrowing of situations. To maintain her image, she hid her face deep in the sofa and muffled her voice as best she could.
"Mmph…!"
…with some success. Whenever you hit her G-spot, Pieck's body forced a lusty wail. Whenever you went balls-deep, her toes curled and her back shuddered. In every case, in every instance of your pelvis slamming against her ass, there was a strong, lascivious response.
Your tempo was fierce and unrestrained. Your cock came in and out of her in a blur. Each clap reverberated around the room. Her walls clenched madly as you mercilessly fucked her. Perhaps in part of her regenerative abilities, it was as though you were fucking a virgin.
A smile crossed your lips as the familiar pressure of a climax arrived. You leaned down, whispered in her ear, "I'm close," and proceeded to dump your load inside her. At that point, she lost the grip on her mouth and let out a passionate groan. A long, erotic sound deep from her soul.
Finally. After all that pounding, Pieck Finger had lost control. This was your victory.
Throbbing, you pulled out and sprayed several lines of cum along her backside. You jerked off as hard as you could, groaning lowly, draining your balls till the absolute end. Precious bits landed on her weakly and dribbled down to the sofa.
"Ugh…so tiresome."
Pieck didn't bother moving. She was too exhausted, or perhaps too lazy to change from her exposed and undignified position. You chuckled, taking a seat and leaning on the sofa.
"Says the girl who made me go seven times."
"Not my fault we have higher sex drives," she mumbled.
Those with Titans powers displayed insane libidos, too much for a normal person to keep up with. Marley discovered this fact the hard way when a previous Female Titan Warrior nearly fucked her husband to death. When they found him, his balls were nothing more than a pair of dried-up raisins, his cock a dying worm. She needed about ten other men to satisfy her. It was a terrible situation the military was not keen on repeating. They decided to isolate and forbid romantic relationships for Warriors and Warrior candidates.
Of course, that didn't stop some from having sex anyway.
Pieck shifted and laid her temple on the sofa armrest. Curling up, you could see your seed squeezing out of her cunt. Her dark brown eyes drifted to the thing poking out from your lap. She opened her mouth to say something, then closed it to sigh.
"And they call me insatiable…"
"Sorry," you said, despite the insincerity on your face. If it weren't for the delicious view of her ass, you would have gone soft. Not to mention the both of you were still as naked as the day you were born. Who could blame you?
In the end, Pieck picked herself up and prepared for another round. Her expression was droopy and unreadable as always, yet you could see a glimmer of longing behind those trained layers. She wanted you just as much as you wanted her.
Her rump was pale and toned, your fingers loving how grippable they were. Then there was the meaty smack that echoed when you slapped it. Honestly, it was fascinating. You would think someone like Pieck wouldn't care but no. She loved it. She fucking loved it when you smacked her ass. She got turned on when she saw the hand prints, when she felt that specific tinge of pain and pleasure. She craved it.
Even now, deep in those cloudy eyes of her, she was expecting you to spank her. Smiling, you pulled your hand back and delivered her left cheek the punishment it wanted. For an instant, nearly impossible to see with the naked eye, her expression went wild. You, who had fucked Pieck an unreasonable number of times, were the only person that could see it; that would catch that brief moment of animalistic arousal.
Your best guess was because it was a product of her training, of her life. Pieck worked her ass off for her body, yet nobody could appreciate it...until you came along. Her entrance was dripping and you found yourself really fucking turned on. Those hips, that heart-shaped booty, and her innate lust was what made fucking Pieck the best thing of your life.
Your cock throbbed madly and you lined yourself. It was going to be a long night.