Attack on Titan 139.25: Mikasa's Husband (Part 2)

The honeymoon vacation was over. The weeks of ordinary life returned.

In that time, Mikasa had never masturbated so much in her entire life. Her fingers sometimes became numb with how much effort she was putting into. A shock, given that she NEVER got numb when she trained or did Titan slaying. She was unstoppable, unless it came to sex apparently.

Her husband was gone. Always off to work it was. Never returning in the night but in the morning. Always embracing Mikasa with romantic intentions and never with the intent to fuck her brains out.

Lying on her couch, she looked over her outfit. She purposely wore a V-neck dress in order to seduce him. She pressed her tits to his chest and wore a tiny smile to invigorate him. But nothing.

She never directly told him, so maybe it was her fault. They did fuck a lot on their honeymoon. Maybe he assumed it was enough.

Well, it wasn’t. It most certainly wasn’t. Her fingers skirted over her cunt. No panties. Another specific choice to seduce him.

The thought of no cock destroyed her. She couldn’t think sometimes. Mikasa didn’t know when she became this cock thirsty whore. Perhaps it was after she dreamed of Eren and remembered how unsatisfying the sex really was; or maybe it was the first time night they became one. Maybe Mikasa was always a fucking whore and it took her husband to unlock that facet of herself.

Blushing red, her fingers on the verge of losing control and going up her dress, she got up and got to household chores.

‘I am busy, I am busy, I am busy,’ Mikasa told herself. Mop the house, dust the rooms, wash the dishes. Be a good little wife. She deserved her peace and quiet after the war—after Eren and the Rumbling and everything that came after.

All of a sudden, on an unsuspecting moment when she was putting down a plate and staring into the sky, she remembered her conversation with Historia.

("You know, I have an outfit that will just 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?”)

‘R-right, that outfit.’ The day she received Historia’s little gift, she refused to wear it. It was WAY too slutty, even for her liking.

She bit her bottom lip. Instinctively, she rubbed her legs together, trying to emulate that sensation of a massive cock fresh out of her sopping wet cunt.

'This isn’t it. This isn't…'

Mikasa didn't know the last time she felt this way—frustrated. So frustrated that she snapped the plate in her hand clean.

"Oh, no." Mikasa mumbled an apology to herself. In all honesty, she didn't care. She really didn't.

Throwing the two pieces into the trash, hearing the sound of plates clanging, she hit her breaking point.

Mikasa couldn't live like this. Frustrated, in agony, and wet. SO fucking wet.

A twelve inch horse cock. That was what was missing. It had been missing for weeks.

That night, Mikasa resolved herself to change her future.

***

The door opened. He was here. Mikasa’s heart hammered in her ribcage.

She could hear it all. “Mikasa,” he called as he hung up his hat and coat with a tired yet contented sigh. He was grateful to be back in the warmth of his home, but more than that, he wanted to see Mikasa.

“Mikasa?”

She held her breath, not saying a word. She remained where she was and waited.

Waited, as he went up the stairs. Waited, as he became intrigued and approached the slightly ajar door of the master bedroom. Waited, as the door opened and the soft flicker of candlelight greeted him, an inviting fragrance of vanilla and lavender filling the air.

Stepping inside, her husband discovered a scene that took his breath away. The room was bathed in the soft, golden light of numerous candles strategically placed around the room. All of it, for the woman

"M-Mikasa?”

There she was, Mikasa Ackerman—legendary member of the Survey Corps and the top ranked member of the 104th Training Corps—in a robe and sexy lingerie, the candle lights illuminating her breathless beauty.

It was the sexiest thing she had ever worn. It was a four-piece set: a mesh crisscross cut-out bra, a garter belt connecting the mesh panties and fishnet stockings, and finally, a black see-through robe.

He was wearing black slacks. Appropriate wear for work—except for the massive bulge going down his thigh. Mikasa’s breath hitched. There it was.

‘Cock.’

The robe fell to the ground, revealing her smooth, fair skin and the complete ensemble of bra, panties, fishnet stockings, and the garter belt. She looked back up at her husband and stared. She didn't say a word as she slowly approached him.

Her lean, athletic form was beautiful. While no longer on the front lines, Mikasa kept up her training. On accident, her booty became wide and thick at the base, tapering up into her child bearing hips. With Mikasa, it wasn’t the thickness, it was the shape. That heart-shaped rear that just begged for attention and love.

If it wasn't for her husband, these assets would have been forgotten to time. Never used, never clapped up.

Mikasa hugged him, pressing her breasts to his chest. His hands immediately went on top of the curve of her rear. He was almost there. Almost grabbing her great ass.

“W-what’s the occasion?” Her husband asked. Her eyes narrowed up at him. “Stupid question. Let’s just fuck.”

Her eyes widened when he felt his hands fondle her ass and then pull her close for a kiss. Fuck, fuck, fuck, it was going so hot. Everything was moving so fast. His dick print touched her thigh, so she rubbed it with her knee. Her husband groaned, his tongue inside her cheek, and took another heapful of her ass.

At that point, Mikasa was at her breaking point. Saliva was dripping from their lips as they kissed and she leaped up and locked her legs around him. Her ass still in his hands and her core strength keeping her up, he carried them to the bed.

Candles surrounded the perimeter. His formal clothes, from his tie to his pants, were thrown to the side, forgotten.

Lying on the bed, still in her lingerie, she panted. Then, as his underwear dropped, she felt the heat. The heat she had been waiting for. The heat turned her inside upside down.

“Cock…” Mikasa muttered.

Thwap!

He slapped his pipe on her stomach, licking his lips. He didn’t penetrate her just yet, wanting to gaze down upon his beautiful wife. Her generous breasts, her phenomenal waist, and the subtle muscles in her abdomen.

“Perfect. You’re perfect, Mikasa Ackerman.”

Foreplay was ignored. The both of them knew she was wet enough for immediate penetration. Her husband was prepared to undo the straps of the garter belt.

“N-no need.” Mikasa revealed the hole in her panties and spread her needy, sopping hole with her fingers. “Just do it—mmmph!”

The girthy cock slowly eased inside her. Each inch was a reminder to Mikasa. This was what she was missing. This was what she wanted. What is it worth? Hell fucking yes.

To compare her fingers to its girth would be a shame. There was no comparison. His member filled out the entirety of the panty hole, stretching Mikasa out for everything she was worth. All her training, all her pent up arousal, it was meant for this.

“M-mmph! Ooooh~!”

Mikasa Ackerman was meant for this night. Built to withstand this massive foot-long cock. A cock that could bring her pleasure like no other.

She had to thank Historia for the outfit. But now, it was hers. Now, her hole belonged to her husband.

Their hands came together. His thrusts were slow and steady. Her husband held back, wanting to relish the love in her eyes. The passive tightness of her walls, the warmth it brought her.

“Faster…” Mikasa said. “Faster…!”

Fucking her missionary wasn’t primal. It was loving. Calm. So he went faster. His hands slipped from hers, went into fists, and planted to the side of her.

His hips rocked back and forth. His cock drilled inside her, stretching her walls and bringing her pleasure—

“Mmmph! Yeessss~!” The first orgasm of the night—and the first of many, no doubt. Her husband didn’t stop as he felt her fluids run down his shaft and her walls attempting to slow him down. No, he went faster. “Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes~!”

Bit by bit, she became louder. She didn’t care about her dignity. She didn’t care if her neighbours could hear. Fuck that.

“Fuuuuck me! Keep fucking me!” Dignity? Prestige? Keeping her cool? “Fuck meeee~♡!”

Hearts were appearing in her pupils. The results of his labours. Her husband knew he was on the right track.

So he went deeper. He switched from missionary to a full-on mating press.

SCHLAP—! SCHLAP—! SCHLAP—! SCHLAP—!

He had never done a mating press. Did someone teach him? ‘Fuck, fuck, fuck!’

Mikasa’s eyes rolled back. Nothing had ever gone this deep. Nothing had ever brought this much pleasure to her insides. Her outstretched legs were spasming, her toes curling.

“T-this is too much! Tooo much~!” She couldn’t control herself. She just couldn’t. Her tongue escaped her lips and she became an undignified mess. “Cock! Cock! I love your coooock~!”

Her husband answered by fucking her even harder. He was a stud whose only goal was to fuck her juicy cunt. Nothing else mattered. He didn’t kiss her, he didn’t exclaim notions of love, he destroyed her. That was all.

“I can’t believe a cock like this even exists! It’s so big! Sooo big!” Mikasa couldn’t hold back. She just couldn’t. She was spilling out her heart. “You’re going to make my tight pussy forget all about Eren’s! Ereeeen~! I-I can’t remember your cock! I-it’s—”

Her husband promptly stopped, eyes wide. “Eren?” He stared down at her, watching her breasts heave. She was gasping for air, unable to comprehend the ecstasy in her mind. “I see.”

His eyes narrowed and he started pounding again.

Mikasa howled, “I’m going to fooorgeeet~!”

SCHLAP—! SCHLAP—! SCHLAP—! SCHLAP—!

Balls slapping, hips pistoning deep inside her repeatedly. No mercy, only pleasure. Her husband was doing exactly what he was intended to do. He was fulfilling the obligations of their marriage.

Pounding her till she was a slobbering mess.

“Hell yeah you’ll forget!” Her husband exclaimed. He didn’t speak often during sex. Mikasa’s pussy twisted at his newfound dominance.  “You’re going to forget all about his tiny dick! It’s me that matters! I’m your husband! I’m the one pounding your sorry cunt!”

“N-no! I can’t! I’m not supposed to forget! Pleeease!”

“But you still want my cock, don’t you?”

“Yeees! Your cock is everything! Your cock means everything to me~♡!””

“You’re MY wife! So act like it! I don’t ever want to hear Eren’s name when I’m fucking you! Understand!?”

“Understand! Understand! I understand your massive cock~♡!”

SCHLAP—! SCHLAP—! SCHLAP—! SCHLAP—!

“Here it comes, Mikasa! I’m going to cum! I’m going to cum inside! I’m going to completely erase any trace of Eren Yeager!”

There it was. Mikasa could feel him throbbing heavily, preparing for something huge. She wasn’t ready, however, but she wanted it anyway.

Her husband came and stayed there, balls-deep. His cum flooded her until she was a sobbing, creampied mess. Pulling out, raising his hips and standing up, her husband personally witnessed the utter stretching he gave her. How her hole became a pool for his thick, fertile cum.

Globs upon globs leaked out of her cunt. Her legs remained in place, pointed high and twitched.

And Mikasa herself? Her eyes were dull. A greyness had taken hold of them. A state between consciousness and pure sexual ecstasy.

Drip, drip, drip. From his tip fell the remaining bits he had left in him. The droplets of his seed fell on her stomach, almost as if trying to wake her up.

In some ways, it did, but not in the way he expected.

The colour in her eyes returned and Mikasa’s lips curled upwards. “Mmmph…incredible~♡!”

He looked down at her. “Mikasa? You sound…different.”

Mikasa giggled. She giggled as if she was high. “I’m not, love. I’m not.”

In one swift, Mikasa grabbed her husband and flipped him over. He groaned as her ass slammed down on his member, taking in the entirety of the monster cock in fell swoop.

“M-Mikasa?” Her husband was on the verge of panicking. “What happened—”

“Shhh!” Mikasa came close to his face and pecked him on the lips. Her booty grinded on his pelvis—her cunt grinded on his cock. “I’m here now. I’m…awake.”

The awakening of an Ackerman. A state of heightened senses, physicality, and reaction speed. The absolute peak of human existence where memories of every Ackerman that came before her flooded her memories and muscles.

She could feel it. Her cunt tightened. Her hips suddenly swayed with greater control.

She rode with skill that shouldn’t have been possible for a single human. With precision and cunt grip that perfect in it folded and pleasured a cock. She rode him. She didn’t bounce aimlessly, she rode him as he was a horse. A mere meat to fuck herself on.

“M-Mikasa! You’re…haaah!”

“Mmmph! That’s it!” She threw her head back, smiling, her eyes filled with a light that she had forgotten. “It’s sooo deep! Keep at it! Keep it hard! Keep there! Unh! Oh! Oh! Oooh~! Just like that! Just like that, love~♡!”

Right now, Mikasa was not Mikasa. She was the amalgamation of every female Ackerman that came before. A horny freak of womanly nature that begged for a big, fat cock to pound her hole.

Her dark eyes glowed.

"W-what—"

Slam! Slam! Slam! Her booty cheeks drooped down on him hard. In ten seconds, her husband reflected what she was ten seconds ago. A moaning mess feeling nothing but ecstasy.

In all their false years together, Eren pushed her to this state just once. Once, and never again, because she decided it was too much for her poor Eren. She buried the state deep in her memory, pretending it had been a figment of her imagination.

It wasn't. All of a sudden, she recalled the messy image of Eren twelve hours after she entered the Ackerman state. His legs were spread, twitching, his manhood shrunken and drained. She had wrung his balls dry while his member became a tiny, insignificant worm. A trail of cum ran from his belly down to his acorn dick. Eren's eyes were rolled back and he begged for mercy.

Instead, Mikasa had stuck a finger in his ass, forced him to a semi-erection, and started riding him again. Even when he throbbed and seemingly orgasmed, there was no cum to shoot from his tip. He was totally empty. Totally dried to the bone.

Mikasa really didn't want to remember what she did. But now, faced with the opportunity to go all out, faced with a man that COULD handle her, she accepted it.

Her husband had NO idea what was coming.

…

…

…

The souls of the female Ackerman were inside her. Her walls tightened with the force of a hundred thousand women. Her hips rocked back and forth with the vigour, technique, and experience of a goddess.

He came so fast. She extracted everything his balls could realistically have offered.

So why?

Why was he still hard—twenty nine hours later—and pounding her from behind? He wasn't slowing down, he wasn’t softening, he was smiling and panting and LOVING the moment.

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

Mikasa's mind was clouded with pleasure and pain as he continued to fuck her. Doggy-style, that was his favourite, and she was growing to love it too. She could feel his cock hitting all the right spots, giving her the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced. She moaned louder, wanting more, but she didn’t need to. He wouldn't stop until he was satisfied either.

Her walls felt like Wall Maria—destroyed and never to return their old state.

“Are you ready, Mikasa?”

The throbbing. The heftiness of his balls. It was there. Like a dog slobbering, she grinned and looked over her shoulder. Her hips started to meet his pelvis at better intervals. “Y-yes! Yes! Yes!”

Her husband refused to pull out. In fact, at that moment, Mikasa doubted even the Colossal Titan wouldn’t be able to pull him out of her.

Spurt, spurt, spurt! Mikasa could feel each throb. She could feel each shot of cum painting her womb.

And she collapsed. Her arms failed her, her face becoming buried in the mattress, and her ass raised high-up.

Mikasa couldn't believe it. She still lost.

Her husband…he was a monster! Monster cock, monster stamina, and monster sex drive! A Titan personifying the male sex. She, in comparison, was just a needy whore.

The way her ass was raised and cum flooded from her hole was evidence enough. Her husband, already having pulled out, sweat glistening his body, looked like a bonafide god of sex.

“Mmmph! Mmmph!” Cum continued to fall out. Mikasa loved it, despite feeling numb with pleasure all over. “...love…”

But deep inside, her womb was glad. Mikasa was glad. It was the hope of any wife that their husband could fuck and satisfy them properly. That they would be able to help them reach nirvana.

Her eyes fluttered and as darkness came over her, she thought, ‘I’m glad I chose him…’

***

The next week, things were back to normal. By normal, Mikasa meant they were back to fucking on the daily like they did on their honeymoon.

Once again, her husband fucked her from behind. His favourite. At this point, Mikasa loved it just as much as he did and made that fact known out loud. Moans came out of her lips like nothing else.

“Should I go harder!?”

“Yeeees~!”

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

Her favourite position was doggy and that was the way he fucked her. That was the way she liked it. Whether it was because of how easily he could change pace or because she loved how her ass smacked against his pelvis, it made no difference. End of story.

The bed shook and creaked. His balls slapped against her ass. Her cunt clenched and tightened.

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

Her husband just kept thrusting.

Mikasa's back arched as her husband's thrusts became more erratic, his grip on her waist tightening. The sound of the bed creaking and breaking filled the air, and Mikasa's eyes widened with a mixture of fear and arousal.

"Fuck," she gasped, her voice hoarse with pleasure. "I-it might break!”

“The bed?” Her husband asked. “Hm. Do you want me to stop then?”

He did, for all but a second, because Mikasa whined and begged him not to.

“D-don't stop. Don’t ever stop!"

Her husband's movements hastened, his breathing coming in ragged gasps. He planted his body on top of hers, a smile playing on his lips as he brushed some hair away from her face. His fingers trailed down her neck before settling on the curve of her breast.

"You like it rough?" he teased. “I’ll give you rough.”

Fucking her from behind while also groping her swaying tits, her husband in a position most men would kill for. Namely, Jean. Her husband knew the way he looked at her. Maybe that was why he was so eager to fuck her. He wanted to prove that she could only be his.

“Ngh!”

He came—and when he came, that meant her womb would be full. It also meant the potential of children. They had been married for less than a year so it was expected for them to have children.

Mewling, Mikasa accepted his sperm. She accepted whatever consequences would come in future, all for the pleasure that was coming to her now.

There was a sound. A shift in the bed. The reality of the moment hit her like a ton of bricks and Mikasa’s reflexes came into action. Despite the utter flooding of her inside, the instant her husband was completely sheathed, she grabbed him off the bed. Instantly, the bed creaked and groaned, and crumbled like a sack of crumbled wooden planks.

“W-woah…!” Her husband softened, his member slapping against his thigh. “That was close. Good job, Mikasa!”

Plop, plop, plop!

His words followed an awkward ten seconds of her stuffed pussy dripping with his thick, vicious baby batter.

“Mhm.” Mikasa wished she had her scarf right about now. She wanted to hide her face. Even so, she chanced a glance at his limp cock. Glistening in her essence and his own, it was like a metal sword in the weaponry. A light in the darkness.

She loved it. She loved it, from its length, girth, down to the balls containing the virile sperm. She couldn’t imagine a better manhood. ‘Eren’s certainly can’t match up, even while hard,’ she thought to herself. This time, the shame that would accompany that comment was gone.

It was weird. It was like she had accepted her husband was better. Like his cock couldn’t be measured up to anyone else’s.

Throughout the day, she always thought about it. When she was with friends, no matter the topic, her thoughts would always wander back to the hole missing in her womb and the dick that filled it up.

She was always thinking about her husband—and in maybe all the wrong ways.

Standing there, slightly bow-legged, she said, “Oh.”

Her husband raised a brow. "What's wrong?"

"I…I want your cock."

He blinked. "Oh, um, well, if you say so—"

Her husband gripped his cock and started to jerk himself off, but she promptly stopped him. She pressed herself against him, her tits to his chest, and met his gaze pleadingly.

"Not like that. I…I want to see it, all the time."

“All the time?” Her husband was confused. “What do you mean?”

Mikasa bit her bottom lip. How to better word this…

“All I want is you. All the time. All day, everyday. Breakfast, lunch, dinner, I want your cock. I want it.” The hunger in her words caught even her husband by surprise.

“U-um—”

“You should be naked all the time when it’s just you and me. We should always just be fucking.”

Her husband opened his mouth. “Isn’t that a little much—”

“No.” She grabbed his schlong. “I want it. I want it all the time. You’re not going to deny your wife of her request…are you?”

There it was. The Mikasa of old. The Mikasa that demanded instead of receiving. The Mikasa that took no shit from anyone—

Spank!

“You’re such a fucking whore, Mikasa.” Her husband smiled down on her and all of a sudden she felt like she had no power. “Don’t worry, you’ll realize just how stupid that idea is when I fuck you silly.”

His hand groped her ass. Mikasa shivered.

‘Maybe I should have thought this through…’

***

The soft rustling of leaves accompanied Mikasa as she made her way through the quiet greenery, the air thick with the scent of earth and memories. The familiar path led her to a solitary tree, its branches reaching out as if embracing the sky. Beneath it, a simple gravestone marked the final resting place of Eren Yeager.

Here forever

Rest peacefully

My most beloved

My dear

Eren Yeager

Mikasa crouched down there, her fingers holding her red scarf and then tracing the engraved words. The wind whispered through the leaves, as if carrying the echoes of a time long gone. She took a deep breath, summoning the courage to speak to the one person who would forever reside in her heart.

"Hey, Eren," she began, her voice a soft murmur. "I found a man. An incredible man. He's kind and treats me well."

She was silent, holding onto the scarf. The wind blew on her hair. She kept her beige skirt down from flashing mother nature.

“I love you, Eren. My heart will always belong to you. In another life, if given the chance, I would want to be reborn with you. You, and no else.”

Every month, she would come to her most beloved, no exceptions. She stayed for an hour, talking about her new life. There was peace but also trouble. Relations between Paradis and Marley weren’t perfect. Armin was having trouble as was everyone else still involved in the world conflict.

She went back home. Along the way, she kept the scarf to her mouth, inhaling its scent.

She opened the door and took off her sandals and hat.

Then, she froze and pupils turned into hearts. Leaning on the wall, totally nude, ten inches of flaccid cock resting on his thigh.

Mikasa trembled.

'Cock! Cock! Cock!'

Her husband pushed himself off the wall. Thwap! His schlong soared onto his other thigh. Thwap! Then the other. Mikasa's eyes greedily followed.

"I hope your visit was nice. Ready to get pounded, babe?" He was an inch away from touching her.

Breathing shaky, she nodded and lifted her skirt.

That's right. Mikasa Ackerman wore nothing underneath. No panties.

"I am," she replied.

Not moving on from Eren? Staying a virgin?

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

Fuck. That.

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

Getting fucked doggy-style with her hands up against the front door was where it was at. Balls-slapping sex was where it was at.

She loved Eren. Truly, she did. More than anything, she wanted him back. But he wasn't here anymore and she had to make do without him. She did it before during the Rumbling and she could do it now.

All the while wearing the beige skirt and the red scarf. The clothes she wore to visit Eren.

Mikasa smiled greedily and screamed to the world, "I loooove cock!"

Her husband was surprised by her sudden proclaim and fucked her harder.

Her husband. HER husband. His twelve inch cock belonged to her—inside her hole.

Not Jean, not Eren. Him.

As he creampied her, as her womb was filled by a fresh of cum, she twisted back and kissed him.

Saliva connected them as they split. “Until death separates us,” Mikasa muttered.

Her husband.