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The kiss is desperate, a mess of teeth and tongues and the scrape of his stubble on her hot mouth.

Historia is a willing prisoner, her surprise quickly overtaken by her own desire as she grabs at the sides of his face, kissing him back in earnest. Eren's body is wound as taut as a bowstring, his muscles tense with expectation, but Historia is soft under his touch, so soft and inviting. She is warm, sweet, and lovely, and he is melting into the kiss, her lips parting under his and his under hers with a probing flick of her tongue.

"Can't. Get close enough," Eren rasps against her lips, lifting her off the floor and clutching her to him.

Historia wraps her legs around his waist, knotting her fingers forcefully in his hair, and the dull pain coupled with the pressure of her thighs is electric, almost too much. His mouth muffles the quiet, needful sounds from her throat, but they're enough to make him ache for her. He shifts her impatiently in his arms, his hard cock straining his leathers. Her full bottom lip slips between his own, and he catches it between his teeth in a possessive bite.

Historia gives a little yelp of surprise, loosening her legs at his waist and dropping to her feet. Eren looks down at her, her breathing ragged, hair mussed, lips red and swollen. She meets his gaze with indignation and lust mingling behind her blue eyes and then shoves back into him, pushing him a step. Eren just smirks at her fervor, digging his fingers into the curve of her hips to pull her close again.

When Historia leans into another kiss, her lips parted wide to suck at his tongue. It takes all the force of his will not to rip the pale silk of her gown away. Gods, but he wants her, wants to reach under the blasted clothes and find her wet and waiting for him, wants to lick circles around her tightening nipples. He wants to slide a hand down her chest and over the smoothness of her belly, to press his fingers inside of her and feel the hot clench of her body. He wants to bend her over his wooden desk and fuck her until she begs him for release. He wants . . .

He forces her head back, exposing the elegant line of her white throat. Historia sighs, falling trustingly under his sway, giving herself over to him as if she isn't a prize far beyond his deserving. And something in him ignites at the sight of her so willing, eyes closed, biting her lip between her small, even teeth. He drags open-mouthed kisses down her neck, pausing to suck at the sensitive spot under her ear.

"Eren," she whispers, grinding her hips, her cunt against him. It tests his resolve, having to refrain from taking her right then, from bearing her down on the rushes and rutting into her like an animal.

"How do you do this to me?" he demands, his breath puffing at her throat. He moves his mouth to her naked shoulder, applying his teeth to the give of her flesh, and she trembles in his arms.

"What," Historia gasps dazedly, "do you mean?"

Eren lifts his head to look over her shoulder and then pushes her backward toward the cushioned bench at the foot of his bed. Historia follows his lead but lets her hands roam to his waist, where she works at the buckles on his belt with deft fingers. Knowing she wants him as much as he wants her gives Eren a rush of pride, but he has other plans for her.

His hands find hers, and he moves them down by her sides as they take the last few steps to the bench, the back of Historia's knees grazing the edge. Eren takes her by the shoulders and shoves her onto her back on the velvet cushions.

For a moment, he can see the familiar flash of defiance in her eyes. But Eren is having none of that this evening, and he can see her curiosity winning out over her anger as she settles back with her elbows on the bed behind her, stretching lithely out before him. From this angle, he can see every line of her body, the swell of her breasts against the too-thin fabric, the dip where it pools between her legs, and Eren wants nothing so much as to kiss her, stroke her, suck her there, but not yet.

The porcelain skin of her thighs is close enough to kiss, and his eyes rake over her, lingering at the hem of her gown that has ridden up to her knees. Historia is coy under Eren's scrutiny as she gathers the skirt of her dress in her hands, beginning to pull it up with agonizing slowness. Inch by inch, her pale, flawless skin is revealed to him, and Eren leans in, watching enraptured as the silky smooth fabric rises away slowly, so bloody slowly, whispering along her legs as it goes.

Historia's grin is equal parts devilish and demure, and Eren swallows, fighting to keep still and wait. But he wants her so much, craves her like a starving man craves a meal, and he is achingly hard for her in his too-tight leathers. He needs to touch her.

Able to resist no longer, he grasps her roughly by the hips, yanking her toward him, so she is balanced on the edge of the bench, her legs hanging off. Eren's palms brush up the smooth expanse of her flesh, stopping at the hem of the dress where it rests just below the meeting of her thighs. It is insolent and cruel, her teasing him like this, but it is perfect delicious torture. She trembles under his hands, and Eren longs to press his advantage, to part the burning core of her with his fingers so he can lick his way inside.

As if sensing his thoughts, Historia pulls the hem to her hips. Without any small clothes, she is revealed to him fully, and Eren blows out a breath. He can see Historia squirm with anticipation at the sound, her knees parting to invite him in.

He dips his head, fenced on either side by her soft thighs. Her head falls back, the long waves of her hair trailing on the bed, her back arching; and fuck, it is so tempting. Eren spreads her legs, almost dizzy at the sight of her glistening with arousal. "For making me wait. I can see how much you want me, too."

Historia doesn't respond, just lifts her hips up to meet him, giving Eren room to slide his hands under her, to let her rest her weight in the strength of his arms. But still, he takes his time, forcing himself to make it a tease of its own, watching as her breath hitches, her skin flushing all over. It would be so easy to tear away his own irksome clothing and barrel into her welcoming tightness. Instead, he drops his head to trace his tongue along the delicate skin of her inner thigh.

Historia whimpers at the touch of Eren's mouth. The rough stubble of his cheek scrapes against her sensitive flesh as he turns to kiss her other leg, and she wriggles in the firmness of his grasp.

"Tell me what you want," he orders, watching her, eyes pinched shut, nails digging into the cushions.

"You," she pants. "You."

She is so wet he can smell the heady scent of her on the air, can almost taste it, needs to taste her. So finally, finally he puts his mouth on her, and Historia jerks at the first press of his tongue, sucking in a breath.

The carnal, familiar taste of her is its own reward, and Eren sighs against her flesh.

"You're filthy," she says breathlessly, tangling her fingers in his hair and pulling it loose from its tie at the nape of his neck. Eren hardly notices, fixated only on her pleasure, dragging his tongue up through the slick folds of her. He rides out the sharp buck of her hips, holding her fast and stroking his tongue up to swirl across the sweetest spot, teasing it with the very tip before laying down on her again, again.

Eren frees a hand, sliding along her thigh, leaving a trail of goosebumps in his wake. He slips his hand between her thighs, his fingertips grazing her teasingly before he dips two fingers inside. Historia lets out a breath at the fullness, clenching around him, warm and snug.

"Eren," she moans, long and low, and the sound of his name on her lips shatters the last of his restraint to draw it out any longer. He pumps his fingers roughly into her, greedy for the desperate little sounds she makes when she is near the height of her pleasure. His lips close over her in a sucking kiss, and Historia rocks shamelessly against him, begging unintelligibly.

He glances up to see her shining hair plastered to her face with sweat, droplets of it glistening on her skin, the dress clinging to her with a lover's caress.

"I want you so much," Eren murmurs, crooking his fingers inside as he speaks and eliciting a plaintive cry from Historia. His lips seal the words against her flesh, and she arches and shudders, coming with his name in her throat. And it is everything to him, knowing he is the one to make her feel this way, to make her thrash and cry out and beg him to leave her pleased and sated and breathless.

"Eren," she manages again after a moment, catching her breath. She reaches to rest a hand against his cheek. Her eyes are tender with affection when they find his, and her smile is soft and lazy. "Thank you."

Eren chuckles. "You don't need to thank me. I like it," he explains, urging her back down. He pushes his boots off with his feet and climbs over her until his face hangs above hers. "Because you enjoy it," he goes on, and she giggles.

"Yes. I certainly do."

"Because I enjoy it. Feeling you, tasting you, seeing you like this." Even now, his chin damp with her, her legs still splayed wide, Historia glances bashfully away at his words.

Soon, Historia had crawled over Eren. Historia smiled as Eren placed his hands on her rear and helped her lower her pussy down onto his erection. Once inside her, she moaned, and he did likewise from how tight she felt.

After allowing her to adjust to his size, Historia placed her hands on either side of Eren, and he began to pummel into her walls. Her breasts began to bob over his chest, and she brought her warmth down onto him while he groped her peach.

"Fuck me, please," Historia begged.

Historia moaned as Eren drove his manhood into her pussy, and she worked her hips together while resting her forehead against his. The pair moaned as their movements made the bed shake violently.

Blue eyes looked into green ones as Historia's wetness thrust down onto Eren's manhood and pleasured it while his agile movements did likewise for her. Eren and Historia moved their hips in synced movement as she brushed her fingers through his swaying hair.

Eren's member shot into Historia's tunnels as she rode him, and he squeezed her plump derriere as she moved her hips. Although she was adjusted to the size of his swollen length, she blushed at his size and wiggled her hips on his tower.

Historia placed her forehead against his, and their tongues lashed out to start licking against one another. They moaned in their tongue war, and their lips drew closer together as their licking intensified.

Suddenly, Eren's hands traveled to Historia's swaying breasts and started to caress them while pummeling into her entrance. He licked his way into her mouth, and their lips were sealed once again as he groped her jiggling bosom.

Eren's fingers sank into the warm softness of Historia's chest as her insides grinded his member, and they let out muffled moans as she felt him reaching deep into her stomach. Historia and Eren's tongues warred in their kiss as he kneaded her quaking mounds.

Historia's pussy became tighter as Eren thrust into her and pleasured her breasts.

"FUCK, FUCK, FUCK...AH, YES, DON'T STOP!" She cried out.

He took hold of her tits again and squeezed them while tweaking them. Historia's eyes dreamily stared into that of Eren's, and she lifted her hand to trail her finger up his chin before brushing her fingers through his locks of hair.

Freeing Historia's left tit, he began stroking her cheek as their tongues danced about, and the golden-haired woman groaned as her innards were struck by his speeding manhood. As the pair stroked one another, Eren groaned as his balls grew tighter and his length throbbed inside of Historia's walls with her orgasm approaching once again.

Historia and Eren ended their kiss to resume moaning at the top of their lungs as he slammed into her core.

She screamed as Eren pounded into her innards, and he caressed her cheek as she groaned in ecstasy.

He huskily growled as he channeled his cannon into Historia's entrance and banged it against her walls with his powerful movements. At last, Historia's innards wrapped around Eren's manhood and applied enough pressure for his seeds to spray into her womb.

As Eren's semen filled up Historia's insides, more than half of it gushed out of her entrance along with her juices and evaporated within the warmth of the water. Historia fell forward and rested against Eren after lifting her dripping pussy off his length.

Historia smiled as Eren kissed her forehead and brushed his fingers across her forehead in the same fashion she had done for him to prevent sweat from reaching her eyes.

"That was Amazing," Historia said breathlessly.

Tomorrow

Eren and Historia awoke with a sense of anticipation, eager to start the day and donning their finest attire. As they made their way to the common room of the castle, they expected to find the rest of their comrades, but instead, only Levi was present, seated in a chair, sipping a cup of tea.

Eren looked around the large room, searching for the others, but all he saw was Captain Levi and the pristine table, which Historia knew meant that no one had eaten breakfast yet. Ymir was always the first one to the table, so her absence was especially noticeable. "Captain Levi, where is everyone else?" Eren asked, his voice echoing off the walls.

Levi carefully placed the cup of tea back on the coaster, his gaze slowly shifting to Eren and Historia, Historia's face going a little pale as she nervously glanced away.

"Your friends will spend the day testing their Titan abilities, you and Historia." His words trailed off, picking up a broom and a bucket filled with water. "You two will clean the entire castle from top to bottom."