The Empire of Titans

Eren and Historia's Night

Historia flung her arms around his shoulders and dragged him into another kiss. This one was less shy - it was needy, it was greedy; Eren felt as if his breath was knocked out of him as she dragged her tongue into his mouth, tasting every part of him.

Historia's body was warm and eager, and it pressed against his in such a way that Eren could sense all of her: her breasts, her soft hips.

He gently placed his hands on her waist as he urged her closer. But then, as he kissed her back, his tongue drawing a moan from her lips, he sensed it too. Like a fire inside of him melting the ice, her frame making his blood boil, the taste of her sweetness putting him on edge.

Before he knew of it, he had her pressed against the wall, his sturdy body hovering over her smaller one as he deepened the kiss with need. She gasped into his mouth, her nails dragging down his chest again and again, forcing the fabric of his tee to jump up every time. "Oh God," she mumbled, her words almost swallowed by his mouth, "Oh God, Eren, I need you to touch me."

Eren dragged his hands up across her body. He could feel her warm skin through the fabric. When he wrenched it around his hands, the loose tie at her waist easily came undone, and the dress fell down to expose her breasts.

She pulled her dress completely open, grabbed his hand, and led him right between her legs to her sex. He could feel the wetness from her knickers on his fingertips. The moment she pushed him tight to her cunt, she groaned: "Keep going. Don't Stop!"

Eren felt everything in him tingle as his hand rubbed across Historia's sopping sex. He licked his lips and pushed two fingers into her spreading cunt. They sunk into her warm inner with a gasp from her lips.

She wriggled down onto his fingers, moaning as Eren took the opportunity to stroke her nub with his thumb in the same. She pushed tight to the wall as she panted.

Historia bit down on her lower lip as she reached out and grabbed Eren's jeans. She easily unzipped them, her gaze flickering between his face and his groin as she pulled his cock free of the fabric. He was growing hard and throbbed lightly in her small hand. Her hand had started moving up and down the length of his cock. As she teased his sensitive head with her soft palm, he buckled into her touch.

While jerking him off with her right hand, she drew her left one through his soft hair.

"Ymir is definitely jealous right now." Eren spoke with a gasp near her ear, biting her earlobe softly.

"Why?" Historia giggled as Eren made her shiver with desire; she moaned in pleasure as he played her like an instrument.

"Because she will never have the chance to look at you with that dress and tear it off of you. Only I get to see that, Historia." Eren said possessively with a deep voice that made her weak in her knees before kissing her lips once again.

Historia broke off their kiss with a wet smack and began to slowly drop to her knees, one hand remaining on his cock as she ran the other down his chest to his hip; meanwhile, she kept her eyes fixated on his own.

It was almost as if he were stuck in a trance, watching her as she stroked him softly with her hand before placing a large, wet kiss on the bulbous head. He sucked in a breath as she began to plant kisses down his length before repeating the motion in reverse order on the opposite side. She paused when she reached the tip of him, and Eren clenched his fists in frustration as she simply paused there, blowing cool air onto the velvety skin.

She knew what her teasing was doing to him. The smirk on her lips was a dead giveaway.

"Historia." he pleaded.

But she only continued to stroke him softly and slowly, swiping her tongue once onto the slit of his cock before smirking once more. His breathing grew ragged as he flexed the muscle of cock involuntarily when suddenly she opened her lips just enough to take a portion of him within.