Attack on Titan Fanfiction – The Queen’s Lover: Chapter 2

Warning: R-18. NSFW. Contains graphic depictions of sex.

Beautiful Takes Beautiful

Eren was naked except for his knickers, and she was in her shift. It was made of a white fabric so thin and soft it skimmed the sides of her breasts, falling a few inches above her knees. The wispy sheath clung to the curves of her hips, emphasised the firm breasts, nipples thrusting impudently against the gauzy material. 

They were in her bedroom, kissing, with Eren’s hands squeezing the sweet cheeks of her bottom, drawing her firmly up against his hips. Both of them groaned.

The pulsing heat in her belly that she felt on the fence as she straddled him spread throughout her body now. Historia shuddered, feeling the nervous anticipation flutter within the warmth of her belly.

Eren’s mouth traveled over her face, kissing her closed eyelids, nipping on the pink shell of an earlobe, licking on the sensitive skin of her neck. The male scent of him surrounded her, the heat from his body burning through her shift. Historia whimpered as he pulled the shift over her head, made her step out of her knickers. She was naked now.

“You’re so damn beautiful,” he said, intense green eyes raking over her with wicked intent. She looked so alluring, fully undressed before him, big blue eyes staring up at him expectantly.

Eren took in the smooth expanse of milky skin, at the creamy shoulders and elegant neck, down to the taut belly. She was all peaches and cream and gold, the golden curls at the apex of her smooth thighs matching the glossy locks on her head. Even the fingers of the hands she rested on his chest looked perfect, long and elegant. She was so petite she barely reached his shoulders. He circled her waist with both hands. 

How tiny she was! He could easily span her waist with one hand. The afternoon light filtering through the window cast playful shadows on the valleys and peaks of her delicious young body. His fingers were itching, wanting to explore every inch of her. 

With gentle hands he cupped her breasts, marveling at their perfect shape. He lifted one mound, then the other. They felt like warm apples in his hand. His fingers captured the rosy tips, feeling them tighten into small buds. All the while he gazed at her expressive face. 

Historia whimpered, feeling her body strain for his caresses. She moaned, pushing her chest into his hands, wanting more. A heated pleasure was spreading from that secret place between her legs. 

Eren responded by pulling on the sensitive peaks just as he put his lips over hers to silence the small shriek of pleasure. 

Soon she found herself with her back on the bed; not a sound of protest was heard from her as he slid his thigh between hers. She felt his fingers sink into her hair, holding her face firm underneath his ravaging lips. All she could do was whimper into his mouth as she felt his other hand slide down her belly and then between her thighs, making them yield. She needed no further encouragement, easing her legs wide apart. 

Her fingers tugged at his knickers, wanting to see all of him. Eren understood, and in one swift motion his knickers were gone. He knelt before her, huge straining shaft rising above the dark curls between his thighs. 

Historia’s eyes took him in, and she gasped involuntarily at the effect his nakedness had on her. Wide, lustful eyes drank in the magnificence of him, traveling from his sculpted face–so handsome and beautiful at the same time–to the breadth of his shoulders, the rippling flesh on his torso and thighs. He was tall and lean and muscular, moving with a cat-like grace. She felt his raw masculinity, his virility, and trembled in anticipation.

“Like what you see?” he inquired, teasingly.

“You’re perfect, Eren Jaeger,” she replied, seriously. 

Her serious tone made him laugh. “Too soon to say, don’t you think?”

She shook her head as he leaned over her to kiss her, feeling him rubbing his hard, throbbing shaft against her. Arching her hips, flesh melting at the pleasurable friction, she couldn’t take the torment anymore. 

More, more, please, oh please…

“Eren, please…I need…,” she begged him, panting softly. “It’s been so long…I haven’t…not since…”

“Not since Ymir?” 

She nodded, blushing.

“So I’m your first man?”

Again the worldless nod.

The back of Eren’s fingers caressing her cheek was tender, the look in his eyes kind. “We have all night. By the time I’m done with you you won’t be able to walk,” he teased.

She blushed again, hitting him playfully on the shoulder. “That’s not what I meant!” 

He grinned at her, and then seriously, “I’ll be as gentle or rough as you need.” 

With that Eren covered her lips with his once more, mouth dominating hers. She melted, yielded beneath the passionate kiss. Knowing hands caressed between her thighs. Now it was long, large fingers discovering the dewy heat beneath the golden fleece.

Eren stroked her, the wetness from inside her coating his fingers. She burned with need. Rubbing her aching breasts against his chest, her fingers traced the muscles that moved beneath the warm flesh of his back, before sliding down to dig into his firm bottom. She squeezed and caressed. This time it was Eren’s turn to moan.

Tracing a path of kisses down her neck, his lips lock onto a thrusting breast. Historia bucked, crying out as his mouth suckled her, licking and biting on one nipple after the other until she was arching and writhing underneath him. 

His attention to her breasts never stilled the exploration of his fingers down below. Eren left a trail of nips and kisses on her abdomen and belly as his lips went lower. Lifting her bottom to his mouth, her thighs over his shoulders, he breathed in the heavenly scent of her. With gentle fingers he pried her moist pussy lips apart, then ran his tongue over the slick, glistening valley. 

“Ungggh,” she cried out in pleasure, squirming as he lapped between her legs, his fingers holding the pink lips firmly apart as his tongue delved into her damp folds. He took his time, exploring every inch of her with his mouth. But she couldn’t take it much longer. The playful strokes and insistent swirls of his tongue contrasted sharply with his sucking on the pulsing pink nub of her clit. 

“Eren!” she screamed out his name once before she came into his mouth, her entire body arching against him, fingers grabbing onto the bed sheets, toes pointing, thighs quivering and squeezing his face.

But he was relentless. Without giving her any time to recover Eren plunged a finger inside her, then two and three, stretching her slippery depths as he searched for her sweet spot. He looked into her eyes as his fingers caressed her deep inside. Historia could do nothing but weep as he pushed her pleasure on and on. Her body bucked as he found that magic place. Pressing on it, he sucked on her red and raw clit once more. 

“Aaaagh!” Historia screamed as her world went spinning out of control, fragrant pussy juices squirting all over Eren. He drank and lapped and licked between her thighs like a man possessed. 

Long blonde lashes fluttered. She woke from her little death to find her lover toweling himself after he had finished cleaning her up. She blushed at the remembrance of her intense orgasm.

“Eren, that was amazing,” she told him. 

He looked at her, grinning. It was obvious he was pleased with the way her body responded to his ministrations. Once again she got caught up in a deep kiss, their tongues entwining. 

Historia broke the kiss, sucking on his neck, the blades of his shoulder, hands caressing the muscles on his chest and belly. Fingers wrapping around his turgid length, she drew her hands up and down along the thick shaft. Her kisses move lower, determined to return the favor. He was so hot and rock hard her cunt clenched with longing. She wanted to guide the straining rod into her wet gate, yet her mouth demanded to know the taste of him beforehand.

It was Eren who made the decision for her. Pulling her back up to kiss her fiercely, he said, “Later. I need to be inside you.”

“Let me taste you first,” she tried, wishing to pleasure him with her mouth like he did for her. 

“No,” he growled. “I need you right now, Historia.”

Trying to hide a smile of relief, she lodged the head of his cock inside the opening between her glistening pussy lips. 

“I’m yours, Eren. Only yours,” she said, looking into his eyes.

They look at each other, gazes unwavering, two hearts beating as one. One moment, two. With a groan he grabbed her ass cheeks, surging against her swift and deep, sliding all the way into her depth with one powerful thrust. 

Historia cried out, her pussy stretched to its limits as she held onto him, welcoming the onslaught, legs wrapping tight around his waist. She’d wanted this for so long. So, so long. Her pussy muscles clench around his cock, buttocks squirming as she forced herself to adjust to the hugeness of him filling her. 

His chest rising and falling rapidly, Eren pressed his forehead to hers. “Open your eyes,” he demanded. “Watch as we make a baby.”

He withdrew from her dripping heat until only the tip was in, before slamming home again. She gasped as he worked the full length of him inside of her with ferocious thrusts. 

Sliding in to the hilt, Eren moaned. She was so tight, so warm. He continued to watch her beautiful face, taking in every grimace and gasp as he withdrew once more, before driving back into her sopping wet pussy, stretching her to fit his size and shape of him as he plunged deep inside.

Historia watched as he took her, screaming in pleasure. He drove into her with hard, demanding thrusts, fingers digging into the soft skin of her hips. 

She couldn’t keep her eyes open anymore as a growing wave formed from deep inside her body. Wrapping her arms around his shoulders she bit into his flesh, dug her nails into the muscles of his back. 

Eren groaned. He stayed still for a few moments, grabbing the back of her head and kissing her hard, tasting his blood on her lips. 

Deep inside her weeping cunt Historia could feel his cock straining, demanding to feel that pleasurable friction once again. She looked into the piercing emerald eyes and her pussy clenched around him. 

He laid her body across the bed, hands finding her heaving breasts, squeezing them hard before rolling and pinching their turgid peaks. He began to move again, pounding into her relentlessly, with a fierceness that astounded her. 

“Harder, Eren, please,” she begs him, pulling his body closer to hers, wrapping her limbs around him. Encouraging him to drive in and out of her, she digs her heels into his lower back.

Eren watched as her breasts jolted with each hard thrust, her head tipped back, body arching. A burning heat fanned across his body as he feels himself being overtaken by mounting waves of ecstasy. 

She screamed once again when she felt him driving deep into her slickness, bumping against her womb. It was thrilling how the pain melded into pleasure. She felt stretched all around with every stroke.

“Look at me, Historia,” he ordered her.

She whimpered, wanting to squeeze her eyes shut from the sheer pleasure of his movements. But she obeyed, gazing straight up at him.

He showed no mercy. She gripped his arms for purchase as he plunged in and out of her spasming cunt. The lewd sounds of a rock hard shaft plundering a dripping wet hole filled the entire cabin. 

Eyes never leaving her face, Eren rammed into her, impaling her. 

“Eren! Aaaaagh,” Historia screamed out his name as she felt an unbelievable, exquisitely joyful wave explode between her thighs. She bucked and screamed as wave after wave of pleasure ripped throughout her body, the overwhelming sensation threatening to steal her consciousness.

Eren felt her silken cunt muscles grasp at his cock, a pulsing grip so hot and fierce there was only one thing left to do. With both hands he squeezes her ass cheeks, drawing them harshly against his groin.

She was screaming out her orgasm but he continued to plunder into her, stroking, thrusting, driving himself towards his peak, prolonging her pleasure. But even he knew he couldn’t keep it up much longer, given the way her tightness sucked his cock, cunt muscles milking him. Sweat beaded his forehead as he pounded into her, glorying in her wanton hips bucking to meet each heated thrust. 

“Historia,” he moaned out her name once, throwing his head back as he bunched up inside her, swelling thickly. All she could do was scream at the incredible burning sensation. 

With the cords in his neck straining and the muscles in his buttocks clenching, Eren let out a triumphant groan, spilling his seed deep inside her clenching womb.

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