Attack on Titan Fanfiction – The Stowaway: Chapter 3

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

Heavenly Train Ride

“More, Jean, please, more, more…,” Mikasa pleaded. 

Jean was thrusting on top of her and she was rolling her hips to meet each thrust. “Deeper, my love, as deep as you can go…,” she urged him. Feeling his balls slap against her ass she started to moan his name, “Jean, Jean…” 

He could feel her pussy muscles milking his cock and he moaned an animal sound into the crook of her neck. “I can’t hold it much longer,” Jean said, groaning, grabbing her hips and holding her still, before jerking violently once, twice, shooting his sperm deep inside his wife. 

She wrapped her long legs tight around his waist, holding him inside her with a vise-like grip. Opening her mouth and sucking in Jean’s tongue, they kiss deeply, hungrily, for what seemed like hours. All the while her legs gripped him to her. She wouldn’t let go, even after he was completely spent, even after his penis had shrunk to its normal size.

“Mikasa, let go, I’m crushing you,” he said, looking into her eyes while supporting the weight of his upper body with his arms.

“I’m strong, Jean, you can collapse on top of me. I can take it,” she said.

“Babe, listen to me. I came inside you four times tonight. Your legs will be sore tomorrow morning if you keep them wrapped around me like that.” He tried to reason with her, knowing what she was trying to do. 

She had somehow come to the conclusion that if she lay on her back and he ejaculated several times inside her, and kept her vagina plugged with his penis the entire night, then there would be no escape for his sperm and her egg and they’d finally come together and latch on to her womb.

Jean, for his part, knew that this wasn’t likely to work. When a woman is infertile it wasn’t simply because she failed to keep a man’s semen inside her body long enough. Mikasa, too, was aware of the facts, but she reacted to the news of her infertility the way a person went through the various stages of grief. The first stage: denial. 

Mikasa was in complete denial.

Maybe it’s only the male Ackermanns that are sterile, she opined, clearly ignoring the detailed family tree found among the secret documents. The lineage undoubtedly showed that awakened Ackermann did not have progeny, regardless of whether they were male or female, and this was true across the board.

But no matter. “I love riding on top of you too much, even while you come,” she told him. “If I just stay bottom like a good, decent wife and let you do your thing, maybe we’ll solve the problem.”

“Solve the problem” was the phrase she liked to use about her condition. She framed her infertility as a problem to be solved, and Mikasa was determined to solve it by having all the sex Jean could give. She became completely insatiable. Four to five times at night, two to three times in the morning she demanded sex. Penis-in-vagina, vanilla sex. 

At first Jean was happy to oblige. He was young, energetic, and virile. Even as an adolescent his sex drive was off the charts. Finally, he can indulge his high libido with a wife who was more than willing to be creampied as many times as he can manage. Sex with Mikasa had always been phenomenal: what was once a shy and innocent girl was now a giving woman, eager to learn, game for anything, and her body was so sensitive she often orgasmed hard, multiple times even, making him feel like the ultimate stud. But after learning about her clan’s curse she began to approach sex with the grim determination of a sperm bounty hunter. 

It was amazing. At first. 

There was that time when they were stationed at the same port and she’d come to his office during lunch break and suck his cock and lick his balls under his desk while he listened to a subordinate give a report. After he dismissed the poor guy, Mikasa kicked off her trousers and lay down with her back on his desk with her knees folded wide apart, holding each knee to either side of her breasts, displaying her wet, glistening cunt for him, still raw and puffy from the pounding it received earlier in the morning and the night before. 

“Fuck your wife for lunch, Admiral Kirschtein. Please give her nourishment. Pour your precious seed deep inside her,” she said to him in a seductive tone.

There she was on her back across his desk, the sunlight pouring through the windows highlighting her silky black hair and smooth, porcelain skin, the fragrance of her arousal filling the room as she opened herself to his lustful gaze. She slid up on her elbows so she could watch him penetrate her. 

The brightness of the room made everything twice as naughty and lascivious. Her cunt was so wet and buttery from sucking him off that Jean’s huge cock speared into her effortlessly. They both watched in fascination as his rod rammed all the way inside her, sliding between the moist pink folds stretched taut around his sizable girth. He gripped her hips and found his rhythm, obscene squishy, slapping sounds filling the air. 

Jean had to bite his lip to keep from howling in pleasure as he took Mikasa in broad daylight, his pleasure heightened by the knowledge that there were people outside the office who knew the couple were fucking each other’s brains out.

They banged each other whenever they could, wherever they could, however they could. At one time, during an off-day, they decided to go sailing, letting up the sails of their watercraft a few miles off the marina where the recreational small boats docked. Mikasa practically dragged Jean into the cabin below and fucked his head off. 

“Admiral Kirschtein, you alright down there?” someone called out. It was the coast guard. They were all familiar with the Kirschteins’ sailboat, named Wings of Marco. It had been a pretty windless day and the boat was basically at the same spot all afternoon, rocking with the waves. 

Jean poked his head out the cabin door. “We good. Wifey and I been busy,” he explained, forming a circle with the fingers of his right hand, and with a finger from the left one he made an in-and-out motion into the circle. He winked at the amused guard. 

“Well, good for you, sir,” the man grinned at him, “but better get in now. Tide’s coming.”

Had they been out that long? Sunset said they did. It was hard to keep track of the time when your incredibly beautiful, sexy, horny wife craved your cock all day long. Even as Jean spoke to the coast guard Mikasa had been down on her knees, sucking enthusiastically at his hardened shaft, lovingly massaging his inner thighs and balls with warm palms made slippery by her own pussy juices, moaning with anticipation at the precious sperm he would soon be shooting into her well-used but still fucking tight cunt.

When they sailed back to the marina Mikasa took the wheel, but insisted that Jean stand behind her and plug her sopping vagina with his cock. Her skirts and his coat hid their stand-up coupling, and they didn’t move their hips. But she worked her pelvic floor on his turgid shaft, repeatedly contracting and relaxing the silky inner muscles. The squeezing and releasing motions were so pleasurable for him that by the time they reached the dock his arms were tight around his wife’s waist, his face buried into her shoulder, struggling to keep from bellowing as he orgasmed inside her. 

Mikasa smiled with satisfaction as her body shuddered and she came with him, convulsing on her husband’s cock. 

One time they were able to schedule their off-day to coincide, so they took the train to the countryside for a cross-country R&R, splurging on a private room inside the sleeper carriage. Mikasa sat from across him and gave his crotch a meaningful look, tantalizingly licking her lower lip. 

“I’m your whore for the weekend, Jean. Your very own, nasty, cock-hungry whore,” she purred brazenly before hiking up her skirts, revealing to her husband that she had something new underneath.

Jean stared at the tiniest, sexiest, purest white thong panties he’d ever seen. It was so sheer there was little left to the imagination. Paired with thigh-high, lace-lined stockings held up by garters, the whiteness of the materials contrasted with the exposed triangle of black hair at the apex of her thighs. Mikasa looked utterly ravishing. It was such an alluring sight his penis immediately formed a tent in his trousers. 

Unclasping the shoe on her right foot, she reached out with stockinged toes to massage his growing bulge. Jean groaned.

“Raise your left leg, rest your foot on the seat,” he ordered her, watching lustfully as the pink folds of her dewy cunt peeked from the black curls of her mound. The thin strip of fabric pretending to be panties nestled lewdly between her pussy lips. It made for a far more erotic sight than being buck naked.

“Like this?” she breathed, seeking his approval.

“Just so. You’re gorgeous,” he said approvingly. “The conductor’s about to come and check our tickets. Use those long, pretty fingers of yours and show him what I eat for breakfast each morning.”

Obediently, Mikasa shed her gloves in a slow, seductive manner, and along with it her inhibitions. She wanted to give Jean a show. She learned soon enough that the more aroused and harder her husband got the more copiously he would ejaculate inside her. 

“You want your wife to display herself to complete strangers?” she clarified, teasingly.

“Yes. I’m proud of my hot wife. I want other men to look but not touch.”

With her fingers Mikasa pushed the thong to the side and spread her moist, pink pussy lips. If the conductor walked in that moment he would see everything. To her embarrassment, the thought of a total stranger staring at her nakedness made her feel naughty and excited. She felt exposed and vulnerable and completely shameless. But the look on her husband’s face emboldened her: his intense hazel eyes raked over her body, from head to toe. She could see how much her tall, handsome, athletic husband admired her, desired her. Her body tingled, her vagina lubricating in response.

“Unbutton your top. Show me and the conductor those firm, creamy tits.” 

Undoing the buttons of her light summer frock, Mikasa exposed her breasts to the air, her nipples standing at attention. She saw Jean lick his lips, and it made her want to shove her twin mounds into his mouth. But no. She sat from across him, cupping a breast in her palm, gently pulling at the taut pink nipple with her fingers, her eyes never leaving Jean’s face.

He started to pant lightly, eyes drinking in her beauty, enjoying the way she lightly caressed her breasts, the cool morning air making her nipples pucker, becoming the delicious sensitive peaks that he loved to suckle. His eyes followed her hand as it went down her tummy and between her legs. How sensual she looked, how desirable that smooth patch of skin on her upper thighs peeking above the lace-topped stockings held up by sexy garters. He watched, mesmerised, as Mikasa ran her nails over the heated, smooth bare flesh of her wide open inner thighs. She was visibly trembling now. 

“Play with yourself, Mikasa,” he commanded, flashing her a devilish grin. “Show us what you do to your hot body when your husband is away on sea duty.”

Immediately she began to massage her own pubic mound, her fingers finding their way to her fully moistened cleft, stroking up and down. A gasp escaped her lips as the tip of a finger touched her sensitive clitoris. She caressed and petted the engorged pink bud.

Never taking her eyes off him, Mikasa lifted her breast to her lips and sucked and bit on her own nipple until it was red and slippery, before pinching and pulling on it with her fingers. It hurt a bit, making her inhale sharply. Mikasa felt little bolts of lightning travel from her breast down to the heated junction between her thighs. As her Jean commanded, she thrust two fingers into her now burning hot, dewy slit. 

She concentrated on her husband. How handsome he looked in his summer outfit! The thin shirt did little to hide the bulging, fully developed muscles on his chest. Mikasa could see the deep cleft that ran down between the solid chest muscles toward his tightly knit abdomen, to the sides of his chest, where the muscles interlocked in sinewy coils. Running her eyes across his broad shoulders to his muscular neck then down to his powerful thighs made her shudder. She could feel the intense hazel eyes burning with desire as he ran his gaze all over her body. He was so gorgeous! She couldn’t take her eyes off him. 

Her husband watched as the raven beauty plunged her own fingers into her wet cunt hole, noting the way her hips rose up with desire. Clearly she welcomed the assault as she panted softly, her eyes half-closed, her sweet lips whispering, “Jean, oh Jean…” Her fingers furiously worked their magic on her fully exposed, not-so-secret secret place. He himself started panting lustily as he watched Mikasa’s hips rocking and straining provocatively. She was moaning rather loudly by now, too filled with lust to care. 

Mikasa imagined Jean’s rough hands on her body, recalled the ways he could fuck her for hours and hours. Her favorite part was always the look of ecstasy on his face when he spurted his seed into the very depths of her. To be doing that again all weekend, what bliss! She plunged her fingers in and out of her cunt, faster, faster, imagining his huge cock ramming into her. With her other hand she mauled her clit. Soon it became too much, and Mikasa went over the edge. Wantonly she thrust her writhing hips toward Jean, and he could clearly see her pussy hole clamping around her fingers, the hot juices flowing out.

Mikasa sat back on the train seat and gasped and panted, breasts heaving, body twitching as the orgasm washed over her. How long and hard and intense it was, enhanced by the thought of not just her husband but possibly a stranger watching her come. She shuddered in pleasure. 

What will he make me do next, she wondered in anticipation.

Thank you so much for reading! Please consider sharing a thought or two in the comment section below. Your comments give me life and are a real source of encouragement. xoxo, hana

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