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The room was a furnace, saturated with the molten scent of smoldering wax and the primal musk of their intertwined lusts, each breath a spark in the tinder of their desire. Mikasa sprawled across the silk sheets, her body an exposed altar, black lace shredded to reveal the flushed curves of her breasts and the glistening pink of her pussy, dripping with need.
Minato loomed above her, a god carved from war and want, his cock—thick, veined, a pulsing titan—pressed against her slick folds, its searing heat a tease that set her nerves ablaze.
Her loyalty to Eren was a fraying thread, her heart bound to him through blood and broken vows, yet a raw, unspoken truth clawed at her core: she craved the annihilation of being consumed by a force like Minato, a secret so dark it scorched her soul.
Eren had sensed it—her body's betrayal in the arms of others—but he'd buried his pain, trusting her to return. Now, pinned beneath the Fourth Hokage's predatory gaze, that trust felt like ash, her hunger for this moment a wildfire that threatened to burn it all down.
"Mmmh… fuck, just take me," she thought, her mind a storm of guilt and greed as her hips twitched, urging his cock closer, her pussy weeping for the invasion. Minato's hands gripped her thighs, spreading them wider, his fingers bruising the soft flesh as he pinned her open, her vulnerability a feast for his sapphire eyes.
"Look at you," he growled, voice a low, feral rumble that vibrated through her bones, "spread like a whore for a man who isn't your husband. Begging for my cock while Eren's name lingers on your lips." The words were a lash, each syllable dripping with contempt, designed to strip her bare, and yet they ignited her, her clit throbbing as shame and desire coiled into a molten knot.
"Mmmh… please," she whimpered, voice a raw, desperate plea, her eyes locked on his, drowning in their cruel intensity. Her breasts heaved, nipples taut and aching, scraping against his chiseled chest as he lowered himself, his weight a crushing promise that made her pussy clench.
His cockhead nudged her entrance, slick with her arousal, teasing her with agonizing slowness, the blunt tip parting her folds just enough to make her gasp. "Mmmh… fuck, do it," she moaned, her hands clawing at his back, nails carving red trails across his sculpted muscle, her body arching to pull him deeper.
The heat between them was a living thing, a suffocating inferno that burned away reason, leaving only raw, animalistic need.
Minato's smirk was pure sin, his eyes glinting with the thrill of conquest. "You're so fucking desperate," he taunted, his cock sliding along her slit, coating itself in her slickness, each slow drag a torture that made her hips buck wildly.
"Tell me, Mikasa—does Eren make you this wet? Does his pathetic cock make you beg like this?" His words were venom, slicing through her devotion, and the image of Eren's face—twisted in silent agony—sent a perverse thrill through her, her pussy pulsing with a need that shamed her to her core.
She hated how her body responded, how the humiliation of his name on Minato's lips made her wetter, her thighs trembling as she fought the urge to grind against him.
"Shut up… don't," she gasped, voice cracking with a mix of fury and lust, her nails digging deeper, drawing a hiss from him that only fueled her fire.
But her protest was hollow, her body betraying her as she rocked her hips, rubbing her slick folds against his shaft, desperate for the stretch she knew would ruin her.
'Gods, I'm a traitor… but I need this,' she thought, the guilt a blade in her chest, amplifying her arousal to a fever pitch. Her pussy ached, clenching around nothing, begging for the brutal fullness of him.
Minato chuckled, a dark, primal sound that vibrated against her skin, his lips grazing her throat, teeth nipping just hard enough to make her shudder. "Liar," he rasped, his cockhead catching at her entrance, pushing just inside—a torturous inch that stretched her, making her cry out. "Mmmh… fuck, so tight," he growled, his voice thick with hunger, his hips rolling to tease her further, not yet giving her the plunge she craved. "You're dripping for me, Mikasa. Admit it—you want this cock to fuck you senseless, to make you forget that weakling husband of yours."
Her moan was a broken sob—"Mmmh… no… I love him"—but her body screamed otherwise, her hips grinding up, chasing the invasion, her clit pulsing against the pressure of his shaft.
The tension was unbearable, a coiled spring ready to snap, her entire being focused on the searing point where his cock teased her, promising obliteration.
Her hands slid to his ass, fingers digging into the taut muscle, pulling him closer in a desperate bid to end the torment. "Please… fuck me… I need it," she begged, voice raw with surrender, tears pricking her eyes as the weight of her betrayal crashed against her lust.
Minato's eyes flashed, a predator savoring his prey's collapse. "That's it, beg like the slut you are," he snarled, and with a single, brutal thrust, he buried himself halfway inside her, stretching her to the edge of pain and pleasure. "Ahhh… fuck!" she screamed, her pussy clenching around him, the sudden fullness a shock that sent stars bursting behind her eyes.
His cock pulsed inside her, thick and unyielding, filling her in ways that shattered every memory of Eren. "Mmmh… so big… oh gods," she whimpered, her thighs quaking, her body arching to take more, even as her heart fractured under the weight of her ecstasy.
He didn't move, letting her feel every inch, his weight pinning her, his breath hot against her ear. "You're mine now," he growled, lips brushing her pulse, his cock throbbing inside her, teasing her with the promise of more. "I'll fuck you until you scream my name, until Eren's nothing but a ghost."
Her moan was a primal wail, her pussy clenching around him, dripping down his shaft as she surrendered to the inferno, the tension between shame and desire a blade that carved her apart, leaving only raw, pulsing need.