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The room pulsed with a feverish heat, the air thick with the molten scent of wax and the raw, animalistic musk of their entwined desires.
Mikasa's lips crashed against Minato's, a frenzied dance of moans—"Muahh… mmmh… mwah… mmmh"—each sound a surrender to the wildfire consuming her.
His cock, a searing, iron-hard brand, nestled between her trembling thighs, its pulsing heat grazing her soaked pussy, already quivering from the orgasm that had shattered her moments before.
Minato's hands, possessive and unyielding, kneaded the lush curves of her ass, fingers digging into the soft flesh with a hunger that branded her as his.
Her body arched instinctively, a traitor to her heart, as she drowned in the forbidden thrill of his dominance.
't's fine… Eren isn't here to see,' she chanted in her mind, a desperate mantra to soothe the guilt clawing at her soul. 'I've done this before—slept with others, even with Eren watching, his eyes burning as another claimed me.
This is no different. I have his permission, like always. I'll let Minato fuck me senseless, secure the job, and crawl back to Eren's arms. I can indulge… I can lose myself in this.' The lie was a fragile balm, her loyalty to Eren fraying under the weight of her own ravenous need as she deepened the kiss, her tongue plunging into Minato's mouth, tasting the dark promise of his power.
"Mmmh… mmmh… fuck," she moaned into him, the vibrations of her voice swallowed by his lips as his hands mauled her ass, squeezing with a ferocity that sent jolts of pleasure-pain through her core.
His cock throbbed between her thighs, its girth a scorching promise against her slick folds, the thickest she'd ever felt, dwarfing every memory of Eren or the others. 'Gods, how will this feel inside me?' she thought, her pussy clenching at the image of his massive shaft splitting her open, filling her in ways her husband never could.
The thought was a blade, slicing through her devotion, her arousal a pulsing betrayal that left her dripping.
Their lips parted with a wet gasp, both panting, chests heaving as their eyes locked—a collision of hunger and conquest. Minato's gaze was a predator's, sapphire flames that devoured her, while hers burned with a reckless, shameful need that set her aflame.
With a sultry smirk, she slipped from his grasp, turning to offer him the full view of her curves—her back arched, her ass a lush, tantalizing invitation swaying as she sauntered to the bed.
Each step was a deliberate seduction, hips rolling with liquid grace, her lace-clad form a siren's call.
She climbed onto the silk sheets, bending low to accentuate her voluptuous rear, then crawled forward, her movements feline, primal, until she sprawled across the bed, body splayed like an offering to a god.
"Come take me," she purred, voice a velvet lash, dripping with wanton invitation, her eyes smoldering with a challenge she hadn't meant to issue.
Minato's breath hitched, his cock twitching at the sight of her—married, loyal, yet spread before him, begging to be ravaged.
The thought of defiling another man's wife, of breaking her under his dominance, sent a surge of primal lust through him.
He stalked to the bed, a predator closing in, and climbed over her, his presence a towering storm.
Mikasa parted her thighs wide, the lace of her panties clinging to her soaked core, her body an open altar to his conquest. His hands roamed her thighs, fingers tracing the trembling flesh before seizing her panties and shredding them with a single, savage tug.
The fabric tore like paper, revealing her glistening pink pussy, swollen and dripping, pulsing with need for him.
"Mmmh…" she moaned, gazing up at him with eyes that screamed submission, her body trembling under the weight of his superiority. He was a god looming over her, a force that would fuck her into oblivion, and the thought made her clit throb, her core aching to be claimed.
His hands slid upward, finding her bra—her last barrier—and ripped it apart with a growl, her heavy breasts spilling free, nipples hard as pebbles, begging for his touch. She arched into him, a silent plea, her skin flushed with heat, every nerve screaming for his invasion.
"Fuck me… please," she begged, voice raw and desperate, a whore's prayer to a merciless deity. Minato lowered himself, his weight pinning her to the bed, his cock—hot, massive, unyielding—pressing against her slick folds, teasing her entrance with torturous promise.
"Mmmh… fuck," she whimpered, her eyes locked on his, drowning in their sapphire depths as his body crushed hers, her breasts mashed against the hard planes of his chest, nipples scraping with delicious friction.
Their faces hovered inches apart, breaths mingling in a haze of lust, his cock twitching against her entrance, her pussy clenching in frantic anticipation.
Her hands clawed at his back, nails raking the sculpted muscle, feeling the raw power coiled beneath his skin. "Mmmh… please, just do it," she gasped, her voice a broken plea, her hips bucking to urge him inside, the heat in the room a suffocating inferno that mirrored the fire in her veins.
His lips curled into a smirk, savoring her desperation, his cockhead nudging her entrance, slick with her arousal, promising a ruin she both craved and feared. "You're mine tonight," he growled, voice a primal rumble that vibrated through her, "and I'll make sure you never forget it."