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The room was a sanctuary of shadowed intimacy, the air heavy with the lingering scent of their passion—a heady blend of musk, sweat, and the faint, floral trace of Mikasa's skin mingled with Minato's earthy dominance.
The candles had burned low, their flames flickering like dying stars, casting a warm, golden glow over the tangled sheets that bore the evidence of their frenzy: damp patches from their exertion, creases from thrashing bodies, and the subtle aroma of arousal that clung to every inch of the space.
The bed, once a symbol of tender beginnings with Eren—the very place where she had shared her first night of love with him, their whispers soft and promises eternal—now felt transformed, reclaimed by the raw, unbridled heat of this encounter.
It was the same mattress that had cradled their innocent explorations, but tonight, it was a throne of conquest, marked by Minato's unyielding power and Mikasa's complete submission.
They collapsed together in a heap of exhausted limbs, their bodies slick and glistening with sweat that cooled slowly in the night air, leaving a salty sheen on their skin.
Minato lay on his back, his chest rising and falling with deep, satisfied breaths, his golden hair tousled and damp against the pillow. Mikasa, her raven locks matted to her forehead and neck, curled into him submissively, her head resting on his broad chest, one arm draped across his abdomen, fingers tracing lazy patterns over the ridges of his muscles.
Her large breasts pressed softly against his side, the nipples still sensitive and hardened from the night's fervor, brushing his skin with every subtle shift. His arm encircled her waist, pulling her closer in a possessive hold, his hand resting on the curve of her hip, fingers occasionally dipping to caress the soft, reddened flesh of her ass where his spanks had left faint marks—a reminder of his dominance that sent a thrill through her even now.
Sweat pooled in the hollows of their bodies—the dip of her collarbone, the valley between her breasts, the crease where his thigh met hers—creating a sticky, intimate bond that made every touch feel electric. Mikasa's skin was flushed, a rosy glow from the exertion, her breaths coming in soft, contented sighs that fanned across his chest, carrying the faint, sweet scent of her exertion.
She nuzzled closer, her lips brushing his skin in a feather-light kiss, tasting the salt of his sweat, a flavor that now felt like an elixir of their shared ecstasy. "My lord," she whispered submissively, her voice low and husky, laced with the remnants of her moans, "hold me tighter. I don't want this to end."
Minato's fingers tightened on her hip, his thumb stroking the smooth skin in slow, sensual circles, sending warm tingles through her body. He turned his head slightly, his lips grazing her forehead, his breath hot against her hair. "You're mine now, Mikasa," he murmured, his voice a deep rumble that vibrated through her, stirring the embers of passion still smoldering within. "And you loved every second of it, didn't you?" His hand slid lower, cupping her ass cheek with a gentle squeeze, not aggressive now, but possessive, reminding her of how he had claimed her so thoroughly.
The touch reignited a spark in her core, her pussy—still tender and slick from their multiple unions—throbbing faintly with the memory of his cock filling her, stretching her to limits she never knew she craved.
Mikasa lifted her head slightly, her gray eyes meeting his sapphire gaze, soft and submissive, filled with a adoration that bordered on worship. "Yes, my lord," she breathed, her fingers trailing down his abdomen, feeling the hard planes of his muscles tense under her touch. "I enjoyed it more than I can say. Being dominated by you… it was everything. The way you took control, made me yours in every way—it's the best fucking I've ever had." Her words were a confession, delivered with a passionate heat that made her voice tremble, her body pressing closer to his, their sweat-slicked skin sliding together in a sensual glide.
She shifted slightly, her thigh draping over his, the contact sending a wave of warmth through her, her nipples hardening against his side as she recalled the night's peaks.
The bed creaked softly under their weight, a subtle reminder of its history—the same bed where she had first given herself to Eren, their love tentative and sweet, a gentle exploration under the covers. That night had been filled with whispers and hesitant touches, a bond forged in vulnerability.
But now, with Minato, it was a battlefield of passion, the sheets twisted and damp from their wild abandon. "This bed," she continued, her voice dropping to a passionate whisper, her hand sliding up to cup his face, thumb brushing his jawline, "it's the same one where I spent my first night with Eren. We were so young, so innocent… but he could never fuck me like you did. He tried, but it was nothing compared to this—to you." Her eyes darkened with heat, her breath quickening as she leaned in, her lips brushing his in a soft, lingering kiss, tasting the salt of his sweat, the passion still lingering on his mouth.
Minato's hand moved from her hip to her back, tracing the curve of her spine with his fingers, each stroke sending shivers through her sweat-dampened skin. "Tell me more," he commanded softly, his voice a velvet caress, his other hand sliding to her breast, cupping the full mound gently, thumb circling her nipple in slow, teasing spirals that made her gasp.
The touch was intimate, passionate, rekindling the fire between them without urgency, a romantic afterglow filled with the heat of their connection. Mikasa arched into his hand, her body responsive, submissive to his every whim. "No other cock can satisfy me like yours, my lord," she admitted, her voice thick with emotion and desire, her free hand trailing down to his thigh, fingers grazing the muscle there.
"Yours is thicker, harder… it fills me so completely, stretches me in ways that make me lose myself. With Eren, it was love, but with you… it's pure, raw passion. I crave it—I crave you."
Their bodies entwined more closely, Mikasa nestling into his arms, her head on his shoulder, her breath syncing with his in a rhythmic dance. The sweat on their skin cooled, creating a sticky intimacy that bound them, her leg draped over his, their hips pressing together, the faint twitch of his cock against her thigh a reminder of the night's vigor.
Minato's fingers continued their sensual exploration, dipping to the small of her back, then lower to caress the curve of her ass, squeezing gently, evoking a soft moan from her lips. "You were so submissive, so perfect," he murmured, his lips brushing her ear, his breath hot and passionate, sending goosebumps across her skin. "The way you begged, the way your body yielded to me… it's intoxicating." His hand slid between her thighs, fingers lightly tracing her still-sensitive folds, not penetrating but teasing, drawing a gasp from her. "And you enjoyed it, didn't you? Every thrust, every command."
Mikasa nodded, her eyes closing in bliss, her body melting into his touch. "Yes, my lord… I enjoyed being dominated by you more than anything. The way you commanded me, made me yours—it was the best. No one else has ever made me feel this way, this alive, this wanted." Her voice was passionate, filled with heat as she pressed a kiss to his neck, tasting the salt there, her tongue flicking out to savor him.
The moment was romantic, their cuddling a tender contrast to the night's frenzy, yet laced with lingering passion—the way his hand cupped her breast, squeezing softly, thumb rolling her nipple until it hardened, sending warm pulses to her core. Sweat-dampened hair clung to her neck, and she brushed it aside, leaning in to capture his lips in a deep, sensual kiss, tongues dancing slowly, tasting the remnants of their shared ecstasy.
As they broke the kiss, Mikasa's hand wandered lower, fingers wrapping around his semi-hard cock, stroking gently, feeling it twitch in response. "It was the best fucking ever, my lord," she whispered, her voice filled with submissive adoration, her eyes meeting his with a passionate fire.
"Your cock… it's perfect. No other can satisfy me—it's too big, too powerful. Eren tried, but he could never reach the places you do, never make me scream like that." The admission was raw, her body pressing closer, their sweat-slicked skins sliding together in a sensual glide, her thigh rubbing against his, rekindling the heat.
Minato's hand slipped between her legs again, fingers circling her clit lightly, drawing a moan from her—"Mmmh… yes"—the touch passionate, romantic, a promise of more even in this afterglow.
They lay like that for what felt like an eternity, cuddling in the bed's embrace, the same bed that had witnessed her first night with Eren—a night of gentle love, soft caresses, and whispered promises. But now, it was a testament to her transformation, the sheets tangled from their passionate storm, the air still humming with the echoes of her moans.
"This bed," she said softly, her fingers tracing patterns on his chest, "it held my first time with Eren… but with you, it's different. You've made it ours—yours. I feel so submissive to you, my lord, so owned. And I love it." Her voice was filled with heat, her body shifting to straddle his thigh, grinding slowly, the friction reigniting her passion.
Minato pulled her closer, his arms wrapping around her fully, their bodies melding in a sweat-dampened embrace. "You're right," he replied, his voice a passionate whisper, his lips capturing hers again in a deep, lingering kiss, tongues entwining with slow, sensual heat. His hand cupped her face, thumb stroking her cheek, while the other squeezed her ass, pulling her against him.
The moment was romantic, filled with the passion of lovers who had discovered something profound—the way their breaths synced, the gentle caresses mixed with possessive squeezes, the heat building between them even in repose. Mikasa's heart raced, her submission complete, her enjoyment of the night's dominance a fire that refused to die. "And we'll do it again," he promised, his fingers dipping to her core, teasing her entrance, drawing a gasp. "Because no one else can make you feel this way."
Mikasa nodded, her eyes shining with passionate devotion, her body arching into his touch. "Yes, my lord… only you." They cuddled deeper, the bed cradling them like a lover's secret, the heat of their bodies a passionate cocoon, the night's ecstasy a bond that felt eternal.