The Attack, and Female Titans

The Attack, and Female Titan

Eren's voice echoed through the dense woods as he asked Annie once again, "Where are we going, Annie?" She had led him further than their usual training spot, and Eren's curiosity was piqued. Annie remained silent, her eyes fixed on the path ahead.

Eren could sense that something was off; this was the third time he had asked her, and still no response. The trees towered above them, casting long shadows on the forest floor. The silence was deafening, with only the soft rustling of leaves and twigs underfoot breaking the stillness. Eren wondered what was going on, and he felt a sense of unease creeping up his spine. As they walked deeper into the woods, Eren noticed that the vegetation became thicker and the terrain more rugged. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, and his mind raced with questions. Was Annie leading him to danger? Was she plotting against him? Despite his growing anxiety, Eren tried to remain calm and composed, but it was becoming increasingly difficult. He wanted to trust Annie, but her silence was making it hard for him to do so.

With his mind focused and his body ready to spring into action, he bit down hard on the inside of his mouth, feeling the sharp pain as his teeth broke through his flesh and drew blood. Though it was a risky move, he knew that he needed to have that blood at the ready in case he had to transform into the Attack Titan. Eren was about to ask again 'where they were again' when something caught his eye. A decrepit old house nestled in a clearing just beyond a tranquil river stood out against the backdrop of the lush greenery. Its dilapidated state gave it an eerie and haunted feel.

"That's where we are headed," Annie said, pointing at the small house.

As Eren's eyes scanned the surroundings, he instantly knew that the house in front of him had stood there for decades, possibly even centuries. The structure seemed to have only three rooms, judging by the size and shape of the windows that peered out from the wooden walls. The rustic appearance of the house blended seamlessly with the surrounding forest as if it had always been there, a part of the natural landscape. Eren was amazed to see that the house appeared to be in pristine condition, with no signs of decay or neglect. The wooden planks seemed to have been recently polished, the windows sparkled in the sunlight, and the roof appeared to have been recently replaced. He couldn't help but wonder who had owned the house before it became a part of the forest and who had taken such great care of it. However, his attention was drawn to Annie.

He noticed she was swaying her hips. He felt his heart race as he tried to maintain his composure,taking a deep breath to calm himself. However, he couldn't resist stealing glances at Annie, who seemed to know exactly how to catch his attention. Her round, curvy figure was accentuated by the tight clothes she was wearing, and her hips moved in a hypnotic rhythm that left him transfixed. Despite his efforts to look away, Eren's gaze kept returning to Annie's alluring figure, and he couldn't help but feel a rush of desire coursing through his veins. As she turned to face him with a sly grin, he knew that she was aware of the effect she was having on him, and he felt himself becoming more and more captivated by her with each passing moment.

Annie, with a playful grin, leaned in towards Eren and asked in a seductive tone, "See something you like, Eren?" Her voice was like honey, dripping with playful innuendos that made Eren's heart skip a beat. Her playful teasing was enough to make Eren's cheeks flush with a rosy hue as he tried to compose himself.

He had never heard Annie talk like that before, her words ringing in his ears, but he decided to be blunt and honest with her. With a smile on his face, he took a deep breath and confessed, "I do, actually. You're beautiful, Annie." As he waited for her response, he braced himself for the worst, expecting her to kick him. However, to his surprise, she whirled around to face him, her cheeks tinged with a tiny blush.

Before Eren could even process what was happening, he felt a powerful force push him up against the nearest tree. Annie pressed her body into his, and before he knew it, she was kissing him with a fierce intensity. At first, Eren was taken aback, but he soon found himself returning the kiss with equal passion.

The intensity of the moment was palpable as Annie's tongue, with a forceful determination, entered his mouth, igniting a passionate response from him, causing his hand to instinctively wrap around her waist, pulling her closer to him. As their bodies pressed against each other, his right hand slowly moved down to her round, shapely ass, where he gently grasped it, his fingers relishing the softness and firmness of her curves. The pleasure of the moment was evident as Annie moaned into the kiss, her body responding to his touch. However, as the intensity of their passion grew, she pulled away, her breaths coming in short gasps, her eyes locked onto his, a sultry smile playing on her lips.

As their adrenaline-fueled hearts pounded furiously in their chests, Eren and Annie both struggled to catch their breath, gasping for air as the tension between them simmered in the air. Though Eren was confused by the moment's intensity, he could sense the mutual desire that pulsed between them, as if their hearts were beating as one. Without a word, Annie seized his wrist, her grip firm and urgent, and tugged him inside the small house, where the air was thick with the promise of what was to come.

The heavy wooden door swung shut with a resounding slam that went unnoticed by the ears of the two individuals enclosed within the cabin.

He was a man she just couldn't figure out, and that only made her want to know him more. The urge to uncover every mystery that shrouded Eren grew stronger with time. He was the first man who wanted to know the woman beneath the cold mask. He wanted to know Annie. He was the first man who wanted to become her friend besides Pieck, Mina, and maybe Sasha. They were growing closer to one another. The stolen glances from across the room that lingered, and all those unspoken words of longing had been culminating to this moment.

No one knew who bridged the gap; first. All they knew was they needed to get closer to the person in front of them, whose eyes reflected an image of themselves. In his eyes, she saw absolute desire, a hunger that she was eager to appease, and a softness that she yearned to drown in. In her eyes, he saw a vulnerability that he wished to cherish and a longing that he craved so much to satiate.