Attack on Titan 139.25 - Mikasa's Husband (Part 1)

Summary: Ten years after Eren's death, Mikasa finds a husband to marry. However, she can't find it in her heart to fully commit. She can't forget Eren or the Paths he showed her. She can't forget the life they could have had. That is, until the night of consummation.

After that night, Mikasa decided to bend over backwards for her hubby's massive cock. Eren might be watching from above. Mikasa might still love him. But dammit, she was going to get that twelve inches of cock to pound her!

Themes: Big Dick, NTR, Cheating, Self-Insert/Nameless Husband

A/N: Saw the anime ending and was so sad that Eren wasn't able to be with Mikasa 😭 So I decided to write this to make myself feel better. I cope in strange ways. Part 2 is on Patreon btw. 

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Ten years.

She was always quiet. Always reserved. Always unsatisfied.

Mikasa stood before the mirror, her reflection a distant and hollow figure of the woman she once was. The last descendant of the Shogun clan that stayed on Paradis Island. Humanity's strongest soldier after Levi's retirement. The room was filled with the soft, warm glow of the morning sun, but no amount of light could dispel the darkness that had settled in her heart.

It had been ten years since the climactic events that had changed the course of her life. Ten years since Eren Yeager passed from the world. Ten years since she was shown what could have been.

Her fingers nervously traced the delicate lace of her wedding gown. She never thought she would be here, preparing to marry a man other than Eren, the person who had been the center of her world. The world had moved on. Armin, Levi, Jean, everyone, yet Mikasa alone remained trapped in the past.

She heard the bustling of activity outside the door and took a deep breath and turned away from the mirror, her reflection still a stranger. The door opened, and her bridesmaids entered.

Eventually, everyone left, except her.

Historia, the Queen of the Walls, or so she used to be.

Historia stayed behind because she understood—or at the very least, Mikasa thought she understood. "You look stunning in that dress," Historia said, offering a warm smile.

Mikasa failed to form a small smile in return. "I know."

Historia stood quiet, staring at the mirror, at each other. "I know, Mikasa. The loss of Eren... It's a wound that may never fully heal."

Mikasa's eyes glistened with unshed tears. An erratic breath left her. "With Eren, I-I believed we would have more time. I believed we would be able to save him from himself."

Historia did not move to comfort her. "You did everything you could. Eren made his choices, and in the end, we all had to live with the consequences. But you're not alone in this, Mikasa. You have friends who care about you, who want to see you find happiness again."

Mikasa turned to Historia, her lips trembling. "But what if I can't, Historia? What if I can never truly love someone else the way I loved Eren?"

Historia met her gaze with unwavering support. "Love is a complicated thing, Mikasa. It's not something that can be rushed or forced. It takes time, and it's okay to be unsure. You don't have to have all the answers right now."

Mikasa's shoulders sagged. "I just wish things were different, that Eren was still here."

"I know, Mikasa. But we have to move forward, and it's okay to let yourself heal, even if it takes time." Suddenly, a strange glint gleamed in her blue eyes. "And who knows? Maybe tonight you'll feel something that you didn't expect. I know I did."

Mikasa didn't understand. Was she really talking about her night with her husband, the farmer? She bit her bottom lip. 'She might have been able to move on from Ymir, but I…'

She shut her eyes. The wedding. Ignore the bad thoughts and focus on the wedding.

***

The chapel, the people, the friends, it all almost felt like it was for show. The small, modest wedding wasn't what Mikasa imagined it would be. She wasn't sure if it would ever be without Eren.

Her eyes darkened.

Mikasa walked down the aisle with measured steps, gaze cast down. Her groom was a kind man, suited for the occasion. Truly, he was, his eyes filled with hope and expectation. But he was not Eren. He was tall, he was handsome, he was patient, and not Eren.

Mikasa herself was a vision of timeless elegance. Her dress was without shoulder support and purposely exposed the inner side of her breasts, revealing the impressive size of her breasts and their perfected shape. It was certainly the first time anyone saw her knockers because men like Jean couldn't keep their eyes off her. A trail of the white dress flowed behind her.

Asian, stale grey eyes, hair down in a low ponytail, and a cleavage that surpassed expectations. Without question, Mikasa Ackerman was a beauty. A lucky choice, even if she carried the red scarf Eren gave her in her hands. It was her makeshift bouquet and her husband allowed it.

When she climbed the altar, he barely cast the scarf a look. Her husband just smiled down at her, hands folded. When Mikasa wrapped the red scarf around her, he didn't mind.

The ceremony passed in a blur, the words of the officiant a distant hum in her ears. So were her bridesmaids.

So was her husband.

"—take you, Mikasa, to be my lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, until death do us part."

She waited for her turn and exchanged vows, but the words felt empty and hollow, like the echoes of a love she once knew. As they exchanged rings, Mikasa couldn't help but remember the moments she shared with Eren, the promise of a future that would never be.

Then they kissed.

***

The night of consummating. The night of sex. After everyone left, she and her husband went to their room. It was a large place with a king-sized bed and an incredible view of the outside world. It was their new home—one part of their new home.

Mikasa didn't smile the whole time she was by his side. She liked him, yet when she envisioned her husband, she saw someone else.

Her husband sat on the bed, his black already put away. He loosened his tie and tossed that aside too.

But Mikasa? She kept wearing that red scarf of hers.

"Phew! That sure was stuffy," he said. Mikasa stood there, silent. He smiled at her. "Come on, sit. You must be exhausted."

"I'm not."

"Really?"

"Yes."

After the training she did, sitting down for hours did nothing.

"Maybe relax and take off some of that dress? It must get hot in here."

'Take it off?' Her eyes narrowed slightly. What a pervert. Oh well, she couldn't blame him either. This was what she anticipated would happen anyway.

Rather than acknowledge his suggestion, she walked up to him. Her husband stared up at her and she could feel his gaze linger on her breasts.

Then, she dropped down on her knees and started unbuckling his belt.

"W-wait, Mikasa," her husband began, panicking.

"Wait?"

She surgically pulled out the belt and tossed it aside. In record time, she unzipped his pants too.

"I-if you don't want to, we don't have to—"

Mikasa ignored his protests. "I want to," she said simply. Her face blank, her husband let her pull his pants off. He helped her kick them off.

At last, there were his boxers. He must have been pent up because he could already see a huge bulge in his boxers. His butt barely on the edge of the bed, she could very easily pull them down.

'Hard already. Hm.'

Mikasa's fingers hooked onto the waistband.

Thwap!

"E-eh…?"

A heavy mass slapped her chin and fell on her head. Her eyes went and slowly trailed up.

Mikasa gasped. Never in her life had she ever been this wrong.

Mikasa had seen Eren's penis. Six inches long, slender and sensitive, with a cute little pouch. He came fast and hard. The amount was plentiful but always exhausted him. When he was flaccid, it was a little acorn. His ballsack hung ridiculously lower than his shaft. Rarely did his soft penis have a shaft. It was glans and no more.

But Eren was a grower, not a shower, so it didn't matter. Flaccid or hard, to Mikasa it was cute all the same.

In the reality that Eren showed her, she was blessed to have seen it on a nightly basis. Sweat mingling, bodies on top of each, words of love and worship…

But this?

What sat on top of her head was a horse cock.

Longer and thicker than Eren ever was, and that was while still being flaccid. She counted, 'One, two, three, four, five, six…' Mikasa swallowed the nerves in her throat. No way, no way! He wasn't just longer, her husband was absurdly thicker too! Each number should have been worth two of Eren's inches. 'Ten, eight, nine. Nine inches…soft…'

Her eyes fell and wound up staring at an absolute unit of a nutsack. Balls with a particular weight that lowered the sack. Their size rivalled her fists.

Instinctively, she clenched said fists to double check. Yep, she was imagining it. She wasn't exaggerating.

"Hey, you alright?" Her husband beamed down at her as if there was nothing wrong. Mikasa exhaled.

"N-no…"

No issue. No really! She had killed Titans before! This was nothing!

She huddled back till the length could flop down between his legs. Now, she could see it. Feel it.

She touched her red scarf and prayed for Eren's strength and blessing.

Her fingers touched as she wrapped around the girth. As she started pumping, that soon changed. Throb, throb, throb! The greatness in size was overwhelming. The elongating of his length and girth shocked Mikasa to her core.

"God, Mikasa, you're so good at this…!" Her husband winced. Blood rushed to his member faster. Instinctively, Mikasa stroked him faster in turn. "W-wow, okay!"

Mikasa didn't stop. She kept stroking till he was at his peak.

What a peak it was.

Twice as thick as Eren? More like three times as thick! He was twice as long too, reaching an unparalleled twelve inches.

The tip of his dick touched the space between her brow. Pre-cum smeared her and she shifted back to wipe it with her finger.

She stared at the smidge of white sperm. She inhaled and popped it into her mouth. 'I-it's…good. Salty but good.'

Not as good as Eren's though, she said to herself. And that was the truth.

Eren taught Mikasa how to properly pleasure him during the Path he showed her. She became a sex goddess. Unlimited stamina, no gag reflex, and years worth of experience.

How godly was Mikasa? She attained a level of skill and experience where she could swallow all of Eren. All of him, balls and all. Not just that, she could swallow six inches of cock and STILL be able to use her tongue. Eren rarely lasted a minute when she did that.

But with her current husband, that wasn't possible. Mikasa licked her lips. 'But I can try.'

She opened her mouth and took him in. Her mouth went into an O-shape trying to take him in. His mushroom head swallowed, she was left with the remainder of his shaft.

Her two hands began stroking. Her lips went further and further, swallowing more and more. She hit her gag reflex and smoothly ignored it, her alternate reality experiencing kicking in.

"Mikasa, y-you–!" A groan erupted from his lips. "You're so good at this!"

Her husband loved it. Eren was the same. Maybe all men liked this blowjob-handjob combo. Mikasa could have gone deeper but she chose to bob only the glans. The first four inches. The shaft was being pleasured by her hands, twisting and turning and giving that extra tight pleasure he needed.

Her mouth was wet and did its work. So did her tongue, lolling around his girth.

He throbbed harder and harder. She could feel pre-cum in the back of her throat.

To his credit, he lasted longer than Eren. A whole minute longer. A record since Eren could never stop himself from busting after thirty seconds. With him, it was cute.

With her husband, it was a hefty job.

Spurt, spurt, spurt!

Like a tidal wave, he rumbled and came. Her husband grabbed her head, burying his cock further down her neck, and came. His baby batter was thick and gooey. She could already feel how different it was.

Then, seeing her struggle, her husband pulled out. Pop! Mikasa turned and coughed, unable to escape the jets of pearly white across her shoulders, face, and hair.

Yes, even the scarf. The red scarf Eren gave her. But she didn't mind. Back during the war, dirt and blood would regularly taint the scarf. Her husband's baby batter would be no different.

Ten seconds passed. Mikasa sat there and attempted to face the throbbing cock, only to have a line of cum land on her cheek. 'Eren's climaxes were never this long…o-or this thick!'

Twenty, thirty, forty seconds of non-stop pulsing and shotgun-like shooting. Midway through, Mikasa opened her mouth and simply let him aim in her mouth. Her husband, wanting to minimize the clean, held his cock and jerked it off till it was done. His aim wasn't perfect but it did direct everything inside.

Closing her mouth, Mikasa chewed. 'Bitter! But…good.'

Again, not better than Eren's. Maybe it was the Titan in him or maybe it was the love she had for him. Love was powerful. It could move mountains. It could change the world.

What it didn't do was keep a twelve inch cock hard as a rock.

'Is he related to a Titan or—'

No, no, he couldn't possibly have the stamina or power of an Ackerman or a human Titan. He just couldn't. After he blew, it would be the end of it. The night would end.

"Want to get on the bed?" Her husband asked kindly. Seconds passed and he took his white collar shirt off. His thick, erect cock bounced as he shifted back to give room for her to join him. "Take off your dress. I'll wait."

It didn't end. His staying power was somehow better than Eren's—managing to stay hard without going limp for even a second after climax. Eren…Eren…he…

Mikasa couldn't understand it. 'Eren would take a few seconds to get hard again. But he…'

He was still fucking hard!

Her curiosity was getting to her. A certain heat forced her to rub her legs together.

'I…I have to do this.' Mikasa said she would. All for the marriage, right? All for moving on.

Mikasa remembered what Historia said: "And who knows? Maybe tonight you'll feel something that you didn't expect. I know I did."

Right. Just for tonight, she should have fun. Do the unexpected.

Mikasa discarded her wedding dress, her eyes never leaving her husband's long member. The man's smile grew as he watched her in kind. His eyes travelled down her shoulders to her breasts and eventually her wet cunt. From the inside of her thigh, there was a happy trail.

Mikasa fell into his embrace, his cock rubbing between her legs. She didn't kiss, simply burying her nose into his shoulder and letting her husband absorb her scent. He loved her. That much was true.

Her husband gently put her down on the bed and laid his pipe on her stomach. Mikasa shivered. Her abdomen was well-toned and her breasts were C-cups.

Standing on his knees, cock on her abs, her husband grabbed her ankles and heaved them over his shoulder. He then positioned himself till his tip tempted to ram into her, ready and excited.

"Mikasa…" Her husband smiled down at her. "Are you ready?"

"Mhm." Mikasa inhaled. She held onto her red scarf. "Yes."

Consent given, her husband brightened up while his dick throbbed madly. He must have been waiting for a long time to do this.

Mikasa just remembered: in this reality, she was a virgin. What happened in the Path did not in fact affect her real body. Eren did not technically spread her flower.

Meaning, the only cock to ever penetrate her would be—

"Wai—"

Her world turned into stars. An orgasm amplified by millions of pleasure receptors. A sensation that could only be blessed to a virgin feeling a great cock. A cock that fit her. A cock that she deserved.

A cock that filled her after ten years of no dick.

Of course she would orgasm like no other. Of course the twenty-nine year old virgin would see heaven.

"Sorry, did you say something?" Her husband asked. Too little, too late.

"Jussst…" Mikasa found herself biting back an undignified moan. "Deeper….mmmph…!"

Six inches were in and she saw heaven. She entered the realm of euphoria.

Every inch after that was a state she couldn't describe. Pure contentment flooded her system. A writhing love that she simply couldn't resist.

Her walls were getting stretched. The entrance of her cunt seemed like a tiny little thing. A mere hole for his battering ram cock to show inside.

Eren's six inches…she was forgetting it. Forgetting it, forgetting it, forgetting it…!

In its place was twelve inches.

"Ahhh, here it is."

Her husband sounded quite proud of himself. It should have been the opposite. Mikasa should have been proud that she could take his twelve-incher in the first place, girth and length and all.

He was parked inside her deepest parts. Mikasa, eyes rolled back, looked like she was in her own world. Her husband chuckled.

Her pussy clenched around him. He didn't mind. She came and fluids slathered his length. Once more, he didn't mind.

He loved watching her pant. He loved seeing Mikasa so desperate and meek. He loved her loving his cock.

Mikasa regained her breath and a shred of her dignity. Her magnificent breasts wobbled while her abs sheened. Glorious, glorious abs.

Her husband put a hand on them and pressed. He felt the cock underneath. His cock. The pride returned.

"Alright, I'll start moving."

'W-wait, he hasn't moved—' Mikasa froze. 'Oh n—'

"Mmmmh! Oooh~!" At the first sign of backing away Mikasa peeped out a moan. Her husband laughed at her reaction, especially as she clapped her hands over her mouth.

"Last warning." Her husband adjusted her legs which were on his shoulders. "Ready?"

Hesitantly, Mikasa nodded.

His face hovered over her and he started thrusting.

She was NOT ready.

His thrusts caused ripples in her walls. Pleasure she had never had with Eren, much less in her life.

"Mmph! Mmmph! Mwhhh!" She muffled her moans, to no avail. At some point, she needed yo breathe. At some point, she needed to release it.

"Come on, Mikasa." Thrust, thrust, thrust. Still above her, smiling kindly, he fucked her hard and nice. "I want to hear you."

She released her hands. That was when her cunt became really tight. "Oooh~! Mmmph! Aaah~! Ah! Ah! Ah~! Mmh! Oh! Ooh! Oh!"

His balls slapped her. He kept pounding into her. He was like a never ending cycle of mind boggling euphoria. Satisfaction that seemed to never slow.

Did he practice for this? This type of pace was similar to Eren's, strong and steady and rhythmic, except amplified by a much larger and heavier cock.

How was he doing this?

Was Eren watching? Watching as the woman he loved got destroyed by a cock twice his size? Twice as long and twice as thick, bringing her pleasure he could not?

Mikasa held onto her scarf and could feel the tears running down her cheeks.

Her husband took it as a sign of life. She didn't think it was possible but he picked up the pace and lowered his face.

"I love you, Mikasa!"

"I-I….mph!"

Fuck, she was cumming for the twentieth time today. Thrust, thrust, thrust. So casual, so cool, yet so athletic and overwhelming.

Her husband leaned down and whispered in her ear. "I'm going to cum inside."

Mikasa went wide-eyed. 'No, no, no! That's only for Eren—'

Her thoughts and her voice disagreed. "Yes," she breathed out huskily.

So he came inside her. As expected, it was long and it felt like a plug was inside with his cock lodged in her cunt. It wasn't until he pulled out that she understood just how much cum he pumped inside her.

Globs of his white thickness poured out. Without a cock, it was a river without end. Simply pouring onto the bed. Simply flooding out.

'So much cum…so much more than Eren…'

So much cum that she felt ashamed of herself. She felt like a whore. A used up whore who got creampied and abandoned.

But her husband was there, his glistening dick sitting on her hard abs like they were nothing.

"I hope you're up for another round." Her husband smiled. "I think I can go at least seven more rounds.

'Seven…?' Her gaze and then jaw dropped. 'He's still hard!? How!? Nobody could—not after releases like those!'

Reality was reality, however. A cock was requesting her pussy again. Mikasa's answer?

"Y-yes."

She gulped. Her husband's cock quivered and let pre-cum dribble. Plop! It fell into her stretched, creampied pussy.

This was going to be a loooong night.

***

Her eyes fluttered open.

Thirty times. Mikasa got creampied thirty times.

The sun was shining down on her and her cum stuffed cunt. She could feel it sloshing inside her. She didn't want to move. She couldn't. Her core was so unbelievably sore. Her abs were supposed to be a product of her relentless Titan killing—of her great mission ten years ago. Yet the years of training amounted to nothing when he pounded her senseless yesterday.

She just…couldn't handle him, Ackerman blood and all.

Her legs were spread and her arms were out stretched. Her face was to the side, staring at her husband's butt and the balls dangling between.

Thwap! Thwap! Thwap!

She could hear his flaccid cock swing from one thigh to the other. She witnessed his balls sway.

He went to the bathroom and promptly turned on the shower.

Meanwhile, Mikasa turned her head to stare at the ceiling. Her stamina was recovering fast. That was good at least.

Ten minutes went by and she let out a sigh. 'I should get back.' An image of a big fat cock flashed in her mind. Her cheeks flushed. 'M-maybe check up on him.'

She moaned as she got off the bed. Her legs seemed numb as she walked. Her balance was totally off and she practically limped to the bathroom. Between her legs, splotches of cum would fall to the floor.

She opened the door and saw the shower curtain. The shadow of her husband was there, as was his dangling cock.

"Mikasa?"

His voice brought pause. What was she thinking? What was she doing?

He slid the shower curtain and exposed himself. Mikasa immediately locked onto his soft member, which was dripping with water.

"Want to join me?" Her husband asked kindly. Mikasa nodded and was about to step in, "You should probably take off the scarf," he added hurriedly.

She didn't even notice that she was still warming it. She loosened it from her neck and folded it away. She loved Eren and this gift of his but there was a time and place for everything. No use in getting the scarf wet.

Suddenly self-conscious, she put an arm across her breasts and stepped into the tub. Cum was still trickling and dripping from her cunt.

The hot shower water splashed directly on her and helped drain it away. It was perfect.

Behind her, her husband grabbed her left ass cheek. Instead of fondling her like she expected her husband lower.

He whispered in her ear, "Do you want me to…?"

Shyly, Mikasa nodded.

Down low her husband's hand went. He fingered her and got out the last bits of thick cum inside her. His climaxes had certainly been vigorous. Mikasa bit her bottom lip and prevented any unnecessary noises.

She played with her hair which became smooth and silky in the water. She tried distracting herself. He inserted another finger. Fail. Mikasa let out a small gasp. Her husband chuckled.

Once he scraped everything out, his fingers left her and she could breathe.

They faced each other. Stared into the other's eyes. Eventually, they touched. Mikasa's perky and hard breasts to his chest. Her husband's nice and soft cock to the front of her cunt.

"Mikasa, I love you." He put one hand on her waist and the other on the curve of her ass.

'Eren, I…'

She closed her eyes and opened them to look at her new husband.

"I love…your cock."

Breaths heavy, holding onto his rising erection, she accepted his cock.

***

Initially, the honeymoon wasn't supposed to be particularly eventful. Dinner or perhaps some local shows. Other than that, it was just one big break for Mikasa.

But times had changed.

Now, the honeymoon had become a rutting session. Sex, sex, sex. Sex everyday, all day. All night and all morning, there was sperm and orgasms and moans.

In two weeks, they fucked more than some married couples did in their entire lifetime.

In the kitchen, Mikasa was happily giving her hubby a miraculous blowjob. Mikasa Ackerman, slayer of Titans, bobbing and down a gigantic slab of meat.

"M-Mikasa, I don't—oooh! Where did you learn this!?"

He must have recognized that deep throating twelve inches of meaty cock was abnormal for a so-called virgin. That was because Mikasa didn't tell her husband about her dream reality. She didn't tell him she was trained for blowjobs and deepthroats because that was what Eren loved most.

Her hair in a messy bun, her lips stretched in an O-shape, and her arms hugging his waist, Mikasa deepthroat him till base. Her nose touched his pelvis while his balls would accidentally slap his balls.

She went down to base, throat bulging. Mikasa took precious seconds to scratch the underside of his ballsack with her nails.

He throbbed, hard. He was almost there.

Back and forth, back and forth. Due to his size, she couldn't suck him or throat him like she wished she could. But she was Mikasa fucking Ackerman. She could still amaze.

That was what her husband felt when her nose touched his pelvis again and a slithery tongued wiped across his balls.

"Good Lord! Mikasa, how are you—"

He couldn't hold back. He came on the spot. He grabbed her head and let everything go down the drain.

Gulp, gulp, gulp!

Mikasa didn't think she could take it. Tears of effort went down her cheek. There was much of it yet she couldn't stop. Her husband wasn't holding her down, she was. She kept herself locked and loaded for her husband.

The dutiful wife swallowed EVERYTHING.

In the two weeks they had fucked, it was the first time she had accomplished such a feat.

Pulling out, Mikasa gasped for air. But she still remained on her knees, mouth open for her husband to witness. He had coated her in his essence. Marked her.

His cock slapped on her face. The tip went past her head and trickles fell on the curve of her toned, stuck out booty. No panties, no bra, nothing other was her red scarf which was wrapped snugly around her neck.

Her husband was the same. Naked and free, simply breathing to take in the sight of his glorious, tending wife.

"You, hah, have a talent for this," her husband said, smiling. "Now come on. Bend over on the table."

Mikasa obeyed. She put herself on the long wooden table, arms forward and fingers holding on to the edge. Her booty wasn't excessively fat. It was toned, round, and thicc. Womanly fat around the lower portion of the butt and thighs for that delightful A-shaped ass.

Without the Survey Corps uniform flattening her down, she could expose her delightful womanly features and curves. Expose Mikasa Ackerman's dripping wet cunt along with her heart-shaped butt.

"Look at that ass." Slap! His hand left a print. If this had been another man, she would have killed him. "Mikasa, you're beautiful."

"Mm." Mikasa didn't like to talk. She just wanted to fuck. She wanted her cunt stretched, destroyed, and filled.

Her toned ass cheeks wagged and begged.

Her husband obliged.

CLAP!

"Mmh!"

The table shook as he thrusted and collided with her body. Her husband went slow. Gentle. Mikasa appreciated it. Going from zero a hundred wasn't all it was cracked up to be. She appreciated how he perfectly read his mind and gradually picked up the pace.

Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap!

She arched her back, presenting herself completely to him, urging to hasten the pace. She wanted it deep and she wanted it hard. Her husband obliged. His fingers trailed down her spine, quietly letting her know in advance he was going to pound her silly, before he plunges his cock into her wetness with one forceful thrust.

A sharp gasp escaped Mikasa's lips as she adjusted to the sudden intrusion. Her body tensed and the table nearly hurled forward. Her husband smiled, relishing in the tightness he had elicited from Mikasa.

"You like that?" he asked.

Mikasa looked over her shoulder and cutely nodded.

Her husband's hands grip onto her ass, digging his fingers into her flesh as he started to thrust into her with forceful precision. She could feel the pressure building within her. It wasn't a long process.

Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap!

Mikasa came. She mewled.

"Oooh~! Mmmh!"

Her body trembled under his expert thrusts, her moans becoming louder and more desperate. She couldn't cover it up, her hands too preoccupied with gripping the table and holding on to dear life.

Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap!

"You like that, don't you?" Her husband said. "You like it rough!"

Mikasa's breath hitched at his words, a surge of arousal coursing through her veins. She arched her back even further, urging him to go deeper, to push her past whatever boundaries she may have left.

The sound of flesh slapping against flesh fills the room as her husband into Mikasa relentlessly from behind. Each thrust sends waves of pleasure crashing over them both, mingling with the occasional sharp cry escaping Mikasa's lips.

Mikasa still tried to keep it at a low. Never screaming like a banshee but moaning with dignity.

The ball-slapping sex was getting to her. She was breaking.

Then, out of the blue, her husband decided to grab her hair and use them as reigns.

"Oh!" Mikasa's eyes rolled back. "Oh! Oh~! Ah! Ah! Ooooh~!"

Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap!

Mikasa's hair was long enough to be tugged on. Her husband loved that fact. So did Mikasa. He pulled and tugged on it as if she was some common whore.

Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap!

Eren had never fucked her on a table. This was new. This was…

"So good!"

"Ah, so she speaks!" He went from pulling her hair to fondling her ass again. "Thanks for letting me know, Mikasa!"

His grip on her ass tightened as he felt his climax building. His thrusts became more erratic, his hips pounding into her with a desperate urgency. The air was thick with the scent of sex and their shared hunger as Mikasa could feel the pressure building within her.

Orgasm after orgasm shook her. The table legs creaked in protest.

Just as she thought she couldn't take it any longer, a surge of pleasure coursed through her womb. A creamy feeling that filled her womb and caused her to gasp. Her husband grunted and released his load deep inside her.

Mikasa remained on the table, a sweaty mess, breathing heavily as his cock pulled out. She felt so full even without his thick member.

For a moment, there was silence, broken only by their heavy breathing. Sweat-slicked skin glistened in the dim light of the kitchen.

A ball of thick, jello spunk plopped out of her stretched cunt.

Slap! "Good job!" Her husband smiled as her ass wobbled and another glob of cum fell to the kitchen tiles. "I can clean that up."

'Y-you better,' Mikasa thought, eyes forward and lidded. 'I can't…move…'

Mikasa Ackerman, the world's strongest woman, creampied and defeated in her own kitchen.

***

That face. That jaw. Those eyebrows and those muscles. He could only be him. It could only be—

"Mikasa…"

His voice. She shivered. Oh, how she longed to hear him call her name again. Lying on the grass, the white clouds in the distance and the sky blue, this was everything she longed for. Everything she wished would have happened.

Peace…and love.

"Eren…"

This was it. This was what she wanted.

Being kissed by Eren. Held by him. His nude form rubbing hers as they hugged. In the sky, she swore she saw a white bird but she didn't care.

"Eren, Eren, Eren…!" Mikasa called his name in a whisper. "I…"

His arms to the side of her head, Eren pulled himself back. Mikasa felt something brush her wet entrance. She looked down in excitement, lips curling—

"Eh…?"

Then dropping to a frown.

'That's…it?'

Six inches. Six measly inches. Mikasa bit her lips. She didn't want to be rude but where was the rest of it? She remembered it being bigger, or was it that small to begin with? At the very least, her husband—

"Mikasa, is something wrong?" Eren's question was followed by a pointed teasing of his dick, like a finger outlining her labia and tempting her. It should have been a wonderful act of foreplay. It wasn't. Not one bit.

"N-no," she said, hot and bothered and very much troubled. But she casted her expectations aside, thinking, 'It's Eren. Eren is here.'

"I'm ready. Inside, Eren."

He shifted above her, lips letting out small moans. Mikasa smiled weakly, waiting.

Waiting, waiting, waiting…

"Mikasa, you're so good."

Mikasa…felt nothing. It was like a pinkie finger decided to stick to her walls, unable to fit and properly fill the massive hole.

Mikasa didn't dare open her eyes. "Are you…inside?"

"I'm…completely in."

Her eyes flew open and she glanced down. No, no, no! He was! He was completely sheathed inside her. Yet Mikasa felt nothing.

Looking up at Eren, she saw embarrassment, shock, and, most of all, betrayal.

Her mouth went dry. All of a sudden, she forgot how to speak. "I-I…"

His face became a blur and she reached out to him to pull him into a hug. 'No, no, no!' He was gone. He wasn't really there. Her hands slipped through him and the sun suddenly shined down upon her. She could hear a bird making noise.

"Eren, I lo—"

She woke up to reality, sitting up and arms reaching. The blanket wrapped around her fell and her boobs bounced out. She looked to her right and saw her husband sleeping. His form was covered by a blanket. A certain lump rounded his nether regions. Not a tent but a soft bulge.

'E-Eren…' Mikasa Ackerman thought back to what happened, comparing her dream to her reality. 'I-it's nothing like Eren's…no, no! Stop it!'

"I…" Mikasa swallowed and glanced outside. "Historia. I promised I would see her."

She looked back at her husband. Specifically, the bulge protruding from his covered crotch. Last night, the two of them got very busy and ended up sleeping nude.

Mikasa inhaled when she thought the bulge twitched.

'I-I shouldn't…' Mikasa wasn't a pervert. She wasn't! Then again, he was her husband. She had a right to see it.

Slowly, he lifted the blanket to take a peak. Her breath hitched.

The sleeping eight inch monster. Not even hard yet bigger than the cock of her dreams. Balls the size of fists.

'God…!'

The air must have done something because his cock suddenly stirred. Though asleep, it pulsated and grew. Thickened and throbbed and became lidded with veins.

Mikasa didn't need to touch it. The heavens simply summoned twelve inches of raw cock for her world. An unrivalled member angled to the heavens.

She visualized Eren's cock which was still fresh in her memory. There was no comparison. There was no washing the truth. Eren was a toy. Fourth fiddle in comparison to her husband. There were multiple magnitudes of differences between them, from the veins, the pre-cum, all the way to the hardness.

She let go of the blanket and simply sat there. She side-eyed the massive morning boner beside her. Her hands went from atop of chest down to the itch between her legs.

The next she knew, she was underneath the blankets, slobbering on his balls and jerking off his cock.

Her husband moaned and eventually woke. He blinked at the odd sensations and raised the blanket. Surprise coloured his eyes. "M-Mikasa!?"

Mikasa answered his question by suckling on the satchel of his scrotum.

"R-right, stupid question."

***

Mikasa arrived at Historia's front door with her husband in tow. While kept to herself, she wore quite the sexy outfit. A V-neck summer dress that dipped into her breasts. It wasn't too risque yet the intention was clear.

At the moment Historia's blue eyes laid on Mikasa, she understood and smiled. It was like Historia knew what happened.

Mikasa turned to her husband and bid him farewell. He smiled and left.

"So…"

Still standing at the door, Historia snickered and gestured for her to come in. Mikasa didn't speak, her face going red, and followed her in. There was a limp in her step.

They walked through the hall and upstairs, past her farmer husband who was downstairs. Historia's home was out in the farmlands yet it had the cadence of a wealthy woman.

Historia sat down and didn't speak. Neither did Mikasa, sitting on her chair with her mouth shut.

"I know, I know. I was the same." Historia giggled. "He laid the pipe on you, didn't he?"

An agonizing nod.

"You know, I have an outfit that will totally get his blood flowing." Historia smirked. "Want to see it?"

"W-what?"

"Come on," Historia teased, "you know what I'm talking about. Something for you to get wrecked in. Do you want in?"

Tentatively, Mikasa said yes.