Part twelve: Mistake

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Eren carried Mikasa back to her room.  He had given in to his desires.  He lost a battle to himself and hurt Mikasa in the process.  He not only hurt Mikasa, he hurt Annie.  How could he?  He told her he would never hurt her again.  How would he be able to look her in the eye, knowing he betrayed her?  He reached Mikasa's room that she shared with Historia.  He opened the door as quietly as possible, being sure not to wake the blonde goddess, and set Mikasa down in her bed, covering her up.

The next day

Eren woke up with a splitting headache.  What the hell did I do last nigh? Eren thought as he got up and pulled his uniform on.  As he was in the barracks struggling with the straps to his ODM gear, his mind began to clear.  What covered Eren's face was nothing short of pure horror at what he remembered.  He did Mikasa last night.  He gave in to himself and fucked his borderline sister.  He had betrayed Annie and slept with another woman.

"What's wrong, Eren?" Armin asked, seeing his petrified face.  "Yeah.  You look off this morning, bud."  Connie said.  "Did you have a nightmare again?" Jean said teasingly, laughing at his own joke by himself.

"It's nothing."  Eren replied.

"Where's Mikasa?" Sasha asked. "She's usually one of the first people here.  Why is she late?"  Everyone was asking why the usually punctual Ackerman was tardy.  They spotted Historia walking up and asked her knowing she was her roommate.  (Eren did bot have a roommate in case he accidentally transformed in his sleep for some reason.). "I don't know." Historia said. "Maybe she had a big night last night.  What do you think Eren?"  She asked staring at him mischievously. 

I must of woken her up last night when I brought Mikasa back to her room. Eren thought as he shrugged his shoulders in response to Historias tease.  Suddenly, Mikasa came running from the distance with a small limp as her crotch was extremely sore.  "Sorry I'm late." She panted.  She looked up at Eren and immediately looked away with her cheeks turning cherry red.

Later that day

"Mikasa, what happened?  Why was Eren carrying you back from his room last night?"  Historia asked.  "What were you up to in there?"  She asked, smirking.

"Nothing." Mikasa said bluntly.  "We were discussing what we thought about there being multiple Titan Shifters."

"Did Eren show you his Attack Titan?" 

"No!" Mikasa said, in a louder tone than her usual cool voice, letting Historia know that something was indeed up. "Mikasa, you can be honest with me.  We are friends, right?"  Historia said.  Surprisingly, Mikasa found that she actually did not mind the blonde.  She was cheerful but blunt.  Historia liked that she could talk to Mikasa about everything and Mikasa took her seriously.

"Tell me the truth.  Did you fuck Eren last night?" Historia asked.

"Not exactly." Mikasa said. "More like he fucked me." Mikasa said, remembering how Eren dominated her.

"Was it your first time, or have you guys done it before?" Historia asked.

"It was my first time." Mikasa replied.

"Your first time?" Historia asked.  "Who?"

"Yes.  Eeen is not a virgin.  You said I could tell you anything, and you could keep it secret.  I'll trust you.  Eren and Annie are together.  He's the one who broke her out and took her to an isolated town.  He bought her a house." Mikasa told Historia the whole story as far as she knew.

"He told you?" Historia asked.

"No, I followed him because I saw him leave in the middle of the night and we ended up in a small remote town in a forest.  They did it like a married couple.  All passionate.  It was pure love making." Mikasa said.  "He doesn't love me.  I was drunk and forced myself on him and he gave into me.  We are both weak.  He fucked me like a fleshlight.  Mercilessly.  Like an animal."

Mikasa did not notice how much this turned Historia on, and she began to get hot and bothered.  Mikasa rolled over to go to sleep and Historia quickly and efficiently took care of business herself.

As she came, she whispered "Eren."

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