The room was a cauldron of primal heat, the air saturated with the heady scent of sweat, musk, and raw desire. The lantern's amber glow flickered across the walls, casting sinuous shadows that writhed like lovers lost in passion.
Mikasa Ackerman lay sprawled across the bed, her lithe, muscular frame glistening with perspiration, her raven-black hair a tangled halo around her flushed face. Her full breasts heaved with each ragged breath, her nipples hard and aching, hypersensitive to the warm air.
Her thighs were slick with the evidence of her pleasure, her round, firm ass still tingling from Minato Namikaze's spanks, marked with faint red handprints that pulsed with a delicious ache. Her gray eyes, usually sharp with resolve, were glazed with lust, her body humming with the afterglow of their last encounter.
In the corner, Eren Yeager sat, his green eyes burning with a volatile mix of jealousy, pain, and reluctant arousal, his fists clenched so tightly his knuckles were white. But Mikasa's world was consumed by the man before her, by the fire he'd ignited within her, by the promise of more.
Minato stood at the edge of the bed, his blonde hair tousled, his blue eyes smoldering with a hunger that made Mikasa's core throb. His hands, rough from years of battle, roamed her body with a possessive reverence, tracing the curve of her hips, the dip of her spine, the soft, supple flesh of her ass.
"Fuck, Mikasa," he growled, his voice a low, filthy rumble that sent shivers through her. "You're not done yet, are you? This pussy's still begging for my cock." His words were a spark, reigniting the blaze within her, making her body ache with need. "Get on your back," he commanded, his tone both authoritative and sensual. "I want to see your face when I fuck you senseless."
Mikasa's breath hitched, her heart pounding like a war drum. I shouldn't want this so much, her inner monologue whispered, but the guilt was a fleeting shadow, drowned out by the roaring desire consuming her.
Eren's watching… my husband… but gods, I can't stop. She felt a pang of sorrow for Eren, for the pain she knew he was feeling, but the pleasure Minato was giving her was too overwhelming, too intoxicating. He can't make me feel like this, she thought, the realization sharp and bittersweet. No one can. Not like Minato.
She obeyed his command, rolling onto her back, her legs spreading instinctively, her body submissive to his will. The sight of her surrender made Eren's jaw clench, his eyes darkening with jealousy as he watched her yield so completely to another man.
Minato positioned himself between her thighs, his massive, throbbing cock pressing against her slick entrance. "Look at you," he murmured, his voice dripping with lust as he leaned over her, his hands gripping her thighs, spreading her wider.
"So fucking perfect… ready to take every inch of me." 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 with each slight movement, their weight adding to the sensory overload, her nipples aching for touch.
"Gods, you're so fucking tight," Minato grunted, his hands sliding up to grip her hips as he began to thrust, each movement deep and powerful, driving himself into her with a rhythm that was relentless. Her body rocked beneath him, her breasts bouncing wildly, the sight driving Minato wild.
"Fuck, Mikasa, your tits are fucking incredible," he growled, one hand reaching up to squeeze her breast, his thumb brushing her nipple, sending a jolt of pleasure through her.
"Mmmmmm! Ohhhhh!" she moaned, her voice a filthy melody, raw and desperate, echoing through the room. Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper, her hips rising to meet his thrusts, her body completely submissive to his dominance.
Eren's eyes were fixed on her, his jealousy a palpable force in the room. He watched her face contort with pleasure, her lips parted, her moans a continuous stream of lust— "Oh, yeah, just like that! Fuck me, Minato!"—and it cut him like a blade.
He saw the way she surrendered to Minato, the way her body responded to every thrust, every touch, with a passion he knew he could never elicit.
His arousal battled with his pain, his cock stirring in his pants as he watched her writhe, her pleasure so evident, so overwhelming, it was almost unbearable. She's mine, he thought, but the truth was undeniable: Minato was giving her something he couldn't, and the realization fueled his jealousy, twisting it into a dark, reluctant excitement.
Minato's thrusts grew harder, faster, pounding into her with a force that made the bed creak loudly. "You love this, don't you, you filthy slut?" he growled, his voice rough with lust as he leaned down, his lips grazing her ear.
"Love my big dick stretching you out, fucking you in front of your husband." His words sent a shiver through her, and she moaned, "Mmmmmm! Yes, Minato! Your cock is so massive… feels so fucking good!" Her pleasure was a wildfire, consuming every thought, every shred of guilt.
Each thrust sent waves of ecstasy crashing through her, her core clenching around him, the friction igniting every nerve. Her breasts bounced with each brutal thrust, her nipples grazing his chest, sending sparks of pleasure through her.
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