The room was a crucible of raw, unbridled passion, the air thick with the intoxicating scent of sweat, musk, and primal desire. The flickering lantern cast a sultry amber glow across the wooden walls, its light weaving shadows that danced like lovers locked in an eternal embrace.
Mikasa Ackerman knelt on the bed, her lithe, battle-hardened body glistening with a sheen of perspiration that highlighted every curve. Her raven-black hair clung to her neck and shoulders in damp, disheveled tendrils, framing her flushed face.
Her full breasts hung heavy beneath her, swaying with each shuddering breath, her nipples taut and aching, hypersensitive to the warm air.
Her hips were raised high, her round, firm ass presented like a sacred offering, the smooth, supple flesh trembling with anticipation. Her thighs were slick with her own arousal, the evidence of her need undeniable.
In the corner, Eren Yeager sat, his green eyes smoldering with a storm of emotions—jealousy, longing, and something darker—but Mikasa's world had collapsed into the man behind her, into the fire he was stoking within her core.
Minato Namikaze stood like a predator claiming his territory, his blonde hair tousled and catching the lantern's light, his piercing blue eyes burning with a hunger that mirrored the inferno inside her.
His hands, rough and calloused from years of wielding kunai, roamed her body with a possessive reverence, tracing the sinuous curve of her spine, the flare of her hips, the soft, plump flesh of her ass.
"Fuck, Mikasa," he growled, his voice a low, filthy rumble that vibrated through her like a physical touch. "This body… this ass… it's fucking perfect. You're begging to be fucked senseless, aren't you?" His words were a spark, igniting a blaze of heat that surged through her, pooling low in her belly, making her core throb with desperate need.
Mikasa's breath came in short, ragged gasps, her heart pounding like a war drum in her chest. I shouldn't want this so much, she thought, but the guilt was a faint whisper, barely audible over the roaring desire consuming her.
Every nerve in her body was alight, her skin hypersensitive to Minato's touch, to the electric anticipation of what was to come. Her internal monologue was a chaotic swirl of lust and surrender. I'm losing myself… but gods, it feels so fucking good. She arched her back further, her knees sinking deeper into the soft mattress, her ass raised higher, an open invitation that made her feel both vulnerable and powerfully desired.
The position exposed her completely, her slick folds glistening in the dim light, her body trembling with the need to be claimed.
Minato's hand came down hard on her ass, the sharp crack echoing through the room like a gunshot, the sting blooming into a delicious warmth that made her gasp.
"Mhhhhh!" she moaned, the sound raw and unrestrained, her flesh jiggling from the impact, the sight obscene and intoxicating.
"You love that, don't you, you filthy little thing?" Minato teased, his voice dripping with lust as he delivered another spank, harder this time, making her ass ripple and her moan escalate into a desperate
"Ohhhhh!" Her body responded instinctively, her core clenching, her arousal dripping down her inner thighs, leaving a glistening trail.
"Fuck, look at you," he growled, his fingers sliding between her legs, teasing her slick, swollen folds, making her tremble with need.
"This pussy's so fucking wet for me… dripping, begging for my cock."
Her voice was a trembling plea, thick with raw, unfiltered need. "Minato… please," she gasped, her tone filthy and desperate. "Fuck me… I need your massive dick inside me. Fuck me so hard I can't think." The words spilled out without shame, a surrender to the primal hunger consuming her.
She didn't care that Eren was watching, his presence a mere shadow in her periphery, his gaze a distant heat compared to the inferno Minato was igniting.
All she could feel was the ache in her core, the craving for Minato's thick, pulsing cock to fill her, to stretch her, to push her to the edge and beyond.
Minato didn't make her wait. With a low, guttural groan, he positioned himself, his massive, throbbing length pressing against her entrance, slick with her arousal.
"You're gonna feel every fucking inch of this cock," he promised, his voice a dark, sensual snarl as he pushed into her, slow and deliberate, stretching her in a way that made her eyes roll back.
"Ahhhhhhh!" she screamed, the sensation overwhelming, a delicious burn that morphed into pure, electric pleasure as he filled her completely. His cock was enormous, thick and pulsing, hitting every sensitive spot inside her, making her body tremble with the intensity of it.
Her breasts jiggled beneath her, swaying heavily with each slight movement, her nipples brushing against the sheets, sending sparks of pleasure through her chest.
"Gods, you're so fucking tight," Minato grunted, his hands gripping her hips with bruising force as he began to move, each thrust deep and powerful, driving himself into her with a rhythm that was both relentless and precise. Her ass bounced with every thrust, the flesh rippling in a hypnotic, erotic dance, the sight driving Minato wild.
He spanked her again, the sharp slap making her cry out, "Oh, yeah, just like that!" Her moan was a filthy melody, her voice breaking as the pleasure built, her body rocking forward with each brutal thrust.
Her breasts jiggled wildly, their weight adding to the sensory overload, the motion almost obscene as they swayed beneath her, her nipples grazing the sheets with every movement, sending jolts of pleasure through her.
"Fuck, Mikasa, your ass is a fucking masterpiece," Minato growled, his voice rough with lust as he pounded into her, his cock stretching her to her limits. "Look at it bouncing on my dick… you're taking me so fucking good." His hand came down again, spanking her hard, the sting sending a jolt of pleasure-pain through her that made her scream,
"Mmmmmm! Fuck me harder!" Her ass was red now, the flesh warm and hypersensitive, each spank amplifying the pleasure coursing through her.
She felt every thrust deep in her core, his massive cock hitting spots that made her vision blur, her moans a continuous stream of raw, desperate sounds—
"Ahhhhhhh! Ohhhhh! Minato, you're so big!"
Her pleasure was a living entity, a wildfire that consumed every thought, every shred of restraint.
Each thrust sent waves of ecstasy crashing through her, her body trembling as Minato pounded her down, his rhythm unrelenting, his cock filling her so completely she could barely breathe.
Her fingers clutched the sheets, her knuckles white, her hips moving to meet his thrusts, desperate for more. "I love your big dick," she moaned, her voice hoarse, the words spilling out without shame.
"It's so massive… feels so fucking good!" The sensation was overwhelming—his thickness stretching her, the friction igniting every nerve, the pressure building in her core like a storm ready to break.
Her clit throbbed, begging for attention, and she reached down, her fingers circling frantically, amplifying the pleasure until it was almost unbearable.
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