What's My Name?

I'm afraid this probably isn't very good, but um. I hope you enjoy and tell me what you think? o-o Anyways this is a one-shot lemon (my poorly written attempt) Futa-YmirxHistoria, just saying. I tried my best to make it canon and also yet somehow AU (or whatever, because it's based in the future that probably won't ever happen).

And no, I don't own SnK. ~

Ymir groaned, "Come on, Christa. I need release."

Historia's left hand gripped at the base of Ymir's girth and held it tight, with no intention of moving it. "What's my name?" She eyed up at her, her blue eyes piercing through her freckled lover.

Squeezing her eyes shut, Ymir gripped at the silky red sheets that Historia had picked out for their bedroom. It was something extravagant, something that was high in price in their world. And it was something surely suited for lovebirds. So it goes without saying that the two would wind up having sex.

"C-Christa." Ymir now used to the feeling, smirked widely down at her blonde goddess.

Historia's grip tightened around the base of her groin. "What. Is. My. Name?" The blonde was quite flustered, with the feeling of emptiness between her legs that needed to be filled. And she needed Ymir to be the one to fill it, because if not she would fill it with her fingers. Historia's face grew red at the mere thought of it, thinking of how embarrassing it sounded.

With a successful smirk, Historia released Ymir from her grip and wrapped her mouth around her. Ymir let out a groan and put her hands on the back of Historia's head. The blonde felt her lover's flesh get bigger in her mouth and her eyes widened as she looked up at Ymir. She pulled her mouth away and licked up her girlfriend's length.

Adding a groan, Ymir gasped and pulled at Historia's hair, causing the blonde to cough and almost gag on Ymir's girth. "I'm about to—" Just as she said that, she felt herself gush out and all her hot white fluid covered Historia's face and bare chest. "S-shit." The brunette looked down at her beautiful blonde lover. "I'm sorry." It was a not-so convincing apology.

Historia stood up, still covered in much of Ymir's stuff. "Looks like I'll need a bath." And as she ran her fingers over some of it and scooped it up to only put her finger on her tongue to taste Ymir; she thought that she'd have Ymir bathe with her later.

Ymir smirked and narrowed her eyes on the blonde who stood in front her naked. She remembered every curve and crevice of her body, and how it feels. Her soft fradgile skin, smooth as it is – had always bruised easily, not that Historia really cared about her body before being as such a sacrificial "goddess" she was. "If your people only knew that they had such a perverted queen, surely they'd all be in a wild frenzy trying to get into your panties." Ymir chuckled and bent over to pick up the pair of white panties on the ground that Historia had took off earlier in the evening, she twirled them around her hand for a second before putting them back down. She stood up and began to pull up her boxers.

Historia stopped them from going up all the way and gazed into Ymir's amber eyes. "No getting dressed, we're not done yet." The blonde smashed her lips into her girlfriend's and Ymir let her boxers drop back down to her ankles and leaned back in the chair, finally relaxing. She felt her tiny lover climb onto her lap to straddle her. Ymir's groin felt the heat emitting from Historia's special place, the place only Ymir was allowed access to. And Ymir was getting harder, and not to mention bigger, by the second.

"Fuck, Historia." Ymir moaned and grabbed Historia's cute little bum, pulling her tighter to her and kissed her before her hands went to her waist. The brunette grabbed onto the dainty blonde's waist and pulled her down, entering her. Historia's eyes went wide when her beloved hit her depths and she felt the largeness of Ymir. Her chest heaved in and out and her small hands rested on Ymir's chest. She felt her heart pace and tried to steady her heart race with her tall tan lover.