Attack on Titan Fanfiction – The Queen’s Lover: Chapter 3

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

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They were both panting hard as they lay side by side on the bed. Eventually Historia found herself sprawled on top of him, their legs entwined, Eren’s fingers tangled in the golden mane spread across his damp chest. Historia thought that he’d just let her lie there and they’d fall asleep together. But no. 

With gentle fingers he caught her chin and lifted her lips to kiss them once more. She opened her mouth willingly, reveling in the feel of his tongue delving into her softly panting depths. Cupping his face in her hands, she moans as their tongues tangle. 

Darting, tasting, playfully sucking on her tongue, Eren begins to harden once more.

The stabbing action in her mouth creates butterflies deep in Historia’s belly. She instinctively knew that soon another part of him will mimic the same action, against her other opening, the one down below. She moans once again at the mere thought of it.

“Did it hurt for you?” he asked her softly, looking into her eyes.

“Only at first, and just a little,” she reassured him. She had been so turned on her copious amounts of natural lubrication and his probing fingers had prepared her well. “I loved every minute of it.”

“Good,” he said, a small smile playing on his lips, “because that was just the beginning.”

Eren was true to his word. He was going to take her until she could no longer walk. 

Her entire body felt boneless when he rolled her onto her belly. Putting his hands underneath her hips, he lifted them until her ass was pointing high in the air, her reddened face muffled into the pillows.

“So soon?” she inquired. Could she take another pounding?

“Your innocent, dainty looks don’t fool me, Historia. You love sex. I saw it in your eyes. You absolutely adored having me deep inside you.”

She blushed into the pillow. It was true. She was in heaven with Eren filling her to overflowing.

This time he took her from behind. His thick shaft fully immersed in her melting heat felt so different in this position. 

Historia cried out, poking her ass out as far as it could go, rocking her hips to meet his thrusts. He slammed from behind into her tender flesh, hands gripping her waist. His groans and the urgency of his movement thrilled her, his strokes–deep, oh so deep–driving her further and further into a wild, spiraling sensation. Bending over her back, he reached underneath her to stroke her pleasure nub, pinching her pulsing clit.

Soon she found herself screaming again, “Eren, Eren, Eren!” as the orgasm washed over her in waves so strong she felt like vanishing. 

Eren groaned and threw his head back, muscles straining as the force of her climax rocked him to the core. Her spasming, clenching heat became too much, and soon hot cum poured into her as he came behind her with long, driving thrusts followed by short, furtive jerks. 

Historia felt rope after rope of sperm shooting into her, and she screamed again as she came once more, glorying in the feel of her man emptying himself inside her, splashing his seed deep inside her fertile womb. 

They made love five times that night, interrupted only by a knock on the door from the housekeeper announcing that supper was ready. Historia asked her to put the meal on trays and leave them by the door.

Eating from their fingers, they fed each other, kissing in between. Eren trickled wine onto her breasts and licked her there, before going lower and licking at the tasty juices that came from inside her.

When they finally get to sleep, it was in the wee hours of the morning.

Eren woke up to clear blue eyes lovingly gazing down on him. Historia sat next to him, brushing his longish dark hair with her fingers, tracing the outline of his handsome face.

“Good morning,” she said, smiling, kissing him on the lips before trailing kisses down his neck, shoulders, chest, making her way down to his morning wood. His erection made a tent on the sheets and she was determined to do something about it this time.

But as she kissed her way to his firm belly, he pulled her right back up.

“What’s wrong, Eren? I want to taste you,” she protested.

“No.”

“Let me!”

“You’ll bite,” he deadpanned.

“I will not! I won’t hurt you, I promise.”

“No.”

“Why not? Last night was amazing. I want to say thank you.”

“You’re tiny, Historia. I’m really sensitive down there. I’ll buck hard and hurt you,” he finally admitted to his fears. 

The head of his penis was indeed sensitive, and oral sex made him buck like a bronco. From his past experiences, he knew someone as strong as Levi could hold him down easily. Jean, too, who matched him in terms of human weight and physical strength. But Historia? She was light as a feather. He feared he’d buck and throw her all across the room, or tear up her mouth and throat. Or both. If there was one person in the world he didn’t want to hurt in any way, it was Historia.

“Oh Eren, I’ll handle it. Won’t you trust me? Please?”

He sighed, rolling onto his back. He really did love a sweet warm mouth pleasuring him in the morning. Keep still, think of a maths problem, he told himself. Adjusting the pillows, he raised himself a little so he could feast his eyes on her. 

Historia was naked on her knees, perfectly shaped breasts swaying as she bent her head to kiss his body once again. Eren clasped his hands behind his head to keep himself from grabbing her hair and forcing his length down her throat.

It was difficult for him because she looked glorious in the pale morning light, large eyes luminous, creamy skin glowing. Her glossy blonde mane tickled his skin. She looked like a small golden flower, so tiny and delicate. Her warm hands caressed him all over, and he nearly bucked at the sight of her rubbing her cheek on his inner thigh. Keep still, don’t move, he told himself.

With the tip of her tongue, Historia traced circles in the hollow of his hips. She inhaled the musky male scent of him. He was intoxicating. She closed her eyes for a moment, wanting to imprint his scent in her memory. Gently, her fingers closed over his throbbing shaft. Stroking up and down, avoiding the sensitive head, she instead sucked and licked on the balls between his thighs. 

Eren shouldn’t have been so worried. The queen grasped his cock firmly at the base before she slowly drew a ball between her warm, soft lips. Inside her mouth, she stroked him with her tongue, holding his gaze. His hips quivered, sweat beading on his forehead as he willed himself to keep still. 

Historia continued to tease the delicate skin of his balls. Eren was panting when she released the second ball from her mouth. She looked so seductive, looking straight at him as she worked her tongue and lips all over his sensitive groin. 

It was maddening the way she took her time. Stroking the length of his shaft, she buried her face between his thighs, licking on the skin between his butt hole and balls. 

Eren bit his lower lip. How long did she plan to torture him? Precum dripped from his cock. Thankfully, she surfaced and noticed the clear drops. Looking at him once more, the pink tip of her tongue licked his cock head. He moaned.

It was all the encouragement Historia needed. She bent her head over him, opening her mouth wide, taking in the large head of his cock and licking and sucking gently. Her palms and fingers continued to stroke his turgid shaft. 

She could only take about a third of him, and he knew it frustrated her. She was moaning now, trying her best to force as much of his rod as she could down her throat. Her tongue continued its dance along the length of him. 

Eren was in agony. He was filled with a wild lust. All he wanted to do was grab her head and force himself down her throat, into her delicate neck, nevermind if she gagged, nevermind if her sweet lips tore at the thick hardness of him. He wanted to rut in and out of her pretty little mouth, wanted to see those baby blues rain tears of pain as she begged him for mercy.

No. Anyone but his queen. He kept himself under control. Instead, he said, “Hold down my base. Suck on the head, Historia.”

Her hands gripping the thick base of his cock for leverage, she thrust her mouth down on his length as far as it could go. She looked at him with her big blue eyes and sucked for all she was worth.

There was more enthusiasm than skill, but Eren was pleased with her efforts. He reached out a hand to stroke her hair, caress the side of her face. 

“So good. Harder. Use your tongue,” he encouraged her.

She did, and he gave her warning before groaning and lifting his hips off the bed and coming into her mouth. 

Unwittingly, she jerked her head in surprise. But she recovered, moaning, swallowing as much as she could, never taking her eyes off him. Sperm spilled down the corners of her lips. Wiping her cheeks with her fingers, she licked the white liquid off of them, before bending her head once more to lick off the very last drops from his cock. 

Eren wrapped his hands around her tiny waist and dragged her up to him. He kissed her gently, tasting himself in her mouth. “That was lovely,” he said, smiling.

“I’ll do better next time,” she vowed.

“You did well.”

“I spilled your cum. Next time, I’ll know what happens and swallow every drop.”

He grinned. “I’m sure you will.” 

Kissing her once more, he placed a probing hand between her legs. She was dripping wet. 

Historia whimpered, feeling long fingers easing inside her. He knew what she wanted, felt herself being rolled onto her back so that he could mount her. But she pushed against his shoulders, rolling him on his back once more. 

“Let me love you, Eren,” was her simple request as she positioned herself on top of him, straddling his hips. 

With one hand she guided his shaft to wedge between her moist folds. She thought she needed to rub herself on him, tease him to a rock hard state. But the pulsating rod in her hand told her otherwise. Eren was rock hard already. Again. How could that be, she wondered. She had no answer, but the thought of him always so ready for her made her feel empowered. Lodging the tip of his cock into her narrow channel, she gripped his hips with her thighs.

Historia eased herself slowly onto him, feeling her vaginal walls part as his thickness slid up into her. It was such delicious agony, his hardened log filling up the silken furnace inside her.

Eren was panting along with her, watching her with lust-filled eyes as she impaled herself on him. Soon he was deep inside her tight channel. 

“Eren, oh Eren…it feels so incredible, you inside me,” she breathed. 

He was caressing her breasts, thighs, hips, belly. “A little more,” he murmured huskily, encouraging her.

She wriggled her hips, moaning, until she was resting to the hilt on top of him. The golden curls on the apex of her thighs meshed tightly with his dark ones. Lips parted, she gazed at her beloved. The fullness of him inside her felt so wonderful she wanted to weep. 

“Historia,” he groaned, “show me how much you want me.” Gently he began to rock his hips. 

Feeling him move, she felt completely inflamed, the itch between her thighs demanding attention. 

“Eren,” it was her turn to groan as she lifted her hips before sliding back down again. Then again. She gasped at the sensation, angling herself, feeling in control and yet spinning out of it. 

“More,” he demanded.

“Aaagh,” she cried out as she impaled herself downwards, hard, her clit smashing against his pubic bone. Her cunt walls clamped on his pulsating penis.

Historia was burning now. She bounced her wet pussy hole in and out of Eren’s cock, lifting and then falling, breasts jiggling, nipples hard as pebbles. Soft cries escaped her parted lips as she met his heated gaze. She worked her hips, rising, dropping, but something was lacking.

“Eren, please,” she begged him, not knowing exactly what she was asking for but trusting him to know.

Strong, knowing hands gripped her wayward hips, slowing her frenzied pace. Raising his hips off the bed, he guided her downward glide to meet his forceful thrust. 

“Aaaagh!” she cried out in pleasure. This was what she wanted. He knew. He always knew.

Once again, Eren drove his thick shaft upwards, meeting her quivering heat halfway. They fall into a sweet, satisfying rhythm. Upwards he slammed into her and downwards she crashed onto him. 

“Eren,” she moaned, feeling him all the way inside her as their groins churn in midair.

“Historia,” he groaned her name. He was loving it, too, the impossible tightness of her small body. How exquisite it was, the feel of her scalding heat sheathing his cock. 

Harder and harder he pounded into her. Deeper and deeper she impaled her trembling body on his huge rod, meeting every thrust. He rocked into her clinging heat, reveling in her eager downward thrusts, loving the sound of her crying as he drove her wild with need. He felt the familiar coiling tension build in his groin. 

“Eren!” she whimpered as he rammed himself deep inside her. Their timing was perfected now, the intimate sounds of a raging cock slapping against a sopping cunt echoing throughout the log cabin.

“Eren!” she cried out as she felt him plunder her yielding flesh. A storm of ecstasy began to ripple inside her. 

They moved in perfect unison, him thrusting deep, grinding himself inside her, while she circled her hips downward, her quivering heat enveloping him in a maddening tightness.

“Eren!” she screamed as the sought-after pleasure stormed throughout her body. She threw her head back, fingernails digging into his arms as her entire body shuddered. Hot pussy juices flooded his groin as she came hard on top of him.

But he wasn’t done yet. He felt her coming all over his thick shaft, but he held her firm and continued to lunge all the way inside her. He drove the queen’s pleasure on and on until she was screaming mindlessly. 

Historia felt she would faint from the endless joy of it. Eren, oh Eren. How she loved him.

He came, bucking inside her, grunting loudly beneath her spasming body, shooting rope after rope of his life-giving seed deep into her welcoming womb.

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