The room's air was a stifling fog, thick with the acrid bite of flickering candles and the raw musk of forbidden lust, as Mikasa knelt before Minato like a supplicant at the altar of a cruel god.
His cock, unleashed and throbbing, towered over her—a veined behemoth of raw power, its girth a brutal promise that both terrified and ensnared her soul.
Loyalty to Eren was her anchor, forged in blood-soaked fields and shattered dreams, yet a savage secret clawed at her insides: she thirsted for the savage overwhelm of a superior force, a degradation that stripped her bare.
Eren had glimpsed it in her distant eyes after those nights, her body marked by strangers, but he'd choked down his rage, clinging to the illusion that her heart remained his alone.
Now, facing Minato's unrelenting dominance, that illusion cracked, her forbidden cravings ripping through her like a beast unchained, shredding the fragile bonds of her marriage.
Lick… lick… lick.
The sloppy, desperate slurp of her tongue against his heated flesh echoed like a profane chant in the chamber where Eren's gentle touches had once reigned supreme—now defiled, a den of her betrayal.
Her lips devoured him with feral hunger, kisses turning to frantic laps, her tongue tracing every ridge as if starved for years.
Outwardly, her fervor screamed ecstasy, masking the storm of self-loathing churning within; no observer could fathom the war in her chest, her body betraying her mind in primal surrender.
"Mmmh, fuck, so goddamn addictive," her thoughts snarled, his taste—a primal, earthy tang unlike the timid echoes of lesser men—flooding her mouth, making her pussy throb and weep.
Her core clenched violently, juices trickling down her thighs in shameful rivulets, the mere act of servicing him twisting her into a knot of humiliated desire. 'I'm a dripping mess from this alone… oh gods, he'll tear me apart inside, and I'll beg for it.'
Minato stared down, his azure eyes burning with savage triumph as Mikasa debased herself, her supposed devotion to Eren now a pathetic joke in the face of her ravenous mouth.
She was his conquest, a warrior reduced to whore, and the vision of pounding her senseless while Eren watched—helpless, broken—made his cock surge, the twitch slamming against her tongue like a whip.
"Pathetic little wife," he snarled, voice a guttural rumble laced with venom, "clinging to that weakling while you slobber on my cock like a bitch in heat. You're nothing but a cock-hungry slut now."
Her jaw ached from the stretch, his tip alone stuffing her mouth to bursting, her tongue lashing with a wild abandon she'd never granted Eren—each swirl a betrayal that stabbed her heart.
The image of Eren's face, twisted in phantom pain as she worshipped this intruder's cock, sent a dark, twisted spike of arousal through her, her thighs slick with the evidence of her depravity.
It was torture, her body howling for the brutal invasion, the ruinous stretch that would shatter her. Her hand gripped his thigh, nails raking the muscle in desperate anchor, while the other dove between her legs, fingers plunging into her sopping heat, fucking herself with raw urgency, knuckles grinding her clit in frantic circles.
Suck… suck… suck.
The guttural, wet smacks of her mouth filled the air, a degrading orchestra of her fall, Minato's fist knotting in her hair, yanking her deeper with primal force. "You strutted around like a faithful bitch earlier," he growled, voice dripping with contempt, "now you're choking on my dick like the worthless cunt you are. Imagine Eren walking in—seeing his 'queen' reduced to my personal fucktoy, gagging on a real man's cock while you finger that greedy pussy."
The humiliation hit like a thunderclap, his words a poison arrow straight to her soul, Eren's name twisted into a weapon that ignited her core.
Her fingers rammed deeper, curling viciously as the degradation consumed her, and she shattered—her orgasm a violent quake, ripping through her like a storm.
"Mmmh… ahhh… fuck, no!" she wailed, his cock popping free as ecstasy clawed her apart, her body convulsing, thighs quaking as cum gushed over her hand, the shame of Eren's imagined agony fueling her explosive release. She slumped against his leg, forehead slick on his skin, breaths heaving in ragged sobs as the aftershocks wracked her.
"Mmmh… ahhh, you fucking monster," she groaned, still squatting in the puddle of her own shame, fingers buried deep in her pulsing cunt, milking every last tremor. "Don't… don't drag Eren into this, you sadistic bastard," she spat, voice raw and broken, laced with the haze of her climax, her defiance a crumbling wall against the flood of her arousal.
Minato's laugh was a primal roar, dark and unforgiving, slicing through her like a kunai. "Liar. You exploded the second I trashed your pathetic husband—cumming like a whore at the thought of his humiliation while you gag on my superior cock." His gaze pierced her, exposing the festering secret: her body's dark craving for this degradation, the way it ignited when another man dominated her, Eren reduced to a powerless spectator, his love a chain she secretly yearned to break.
Tears stung her eyes, the emotional wreckage crashing down—love for Eren warring with this primal, humiliating lust, her heart fracturing under the weight. She did crave the ruin, the raw powerlessness that amplified her ecstasy beyond Eren's tender grasp. The truth was a gaping wound, bleeding her dry, yet it only fueled her need, her pussy clenching in desperate anticipation.
"On your feet, slut," he barked, voice a thunderous command that shook her bones, his eyes devouring her with feral curiosity. She evoked Mikoto's ghost—fiercely loyal yet savagely tempted, adoring her husband but aching for the brutal thrill of another's conquest.
Mikasa staggered up, legs buckling under the emotional storm, her body still quivering, Eren's ghost a knife in her chest as she chased the job that could save them—or damn her forever.
"You're a filthy, broken whore, Mikasa," he sneered, smirk twisting like a blade as he closed in, thumb digging into her chin with bruising force. "Cumming untouched, like a desperate animal." A swift jutsu from his hand washed the taste of him from her mouth, a mocking cleanse that left her lips buzzing with phantom heat. "Beg for forgiveness, you ungrateful bitch."
"I… I'm so fucking sorry," she choked out, voice cracking with raw emotion, her gaze locked on his saliva-slicked cock, still raging, the sight twisting her guts with humiliated want, her lingerie soaked and clinging like a second skin of shame.
"Pathetic," he hissed, voice laced with dark promise, his fingers snagging her robe's tie. With a savage yank, he tore it open, the fabric ripping away in a whisper of defeat, leaving her exposed in lace that framed her heaving breasts and dripping thighs like a sacrificial offering.
Her nipples strained against the fabric, hard peaks of betrayal, her thighs slick and trembling as she fought to hide her arousal. Shame scorched her—yet the primal exhilaration surged, her body alive under his devouring stare, a prize he'd claimed through raw dominance.
"You'll pay for that greed," he growled, pressing close, his cock grinding against her thigh in hot, insistent threat. "Prove your worth, Mikasa. Show me how desperately you need this job—how badly you ache to be broken by a real man."
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