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The room glowed with a sultry amber haze, the single lamp casting flickering shadows that seemed to writhe in rhythm with the heat pulsing between the three figures within.
Mikasa stood near the doorway, her breath uneven, her dark eyes locked on Pieck as she rose from a velvet chaise, her black lace lingerie clinging to her curves like a whispered sin. "You must be Mikasa," Pieck purred, her voice a velvet caress as she extended a hand, her nails grazing Mikasa's skin with a teasing spark. "I'm Pieck. The pleasure's all mine."
Mikasa's handshake was firm, but her fingers trembled, betraying the storm of emotions swirling within her. "Likewise," she murmured, her voice low, her heart pounding as a flush of heat crept up her neck. Beneath her composed exterior, a restless desire stirred, tightening her core with an ache she couldn't ignore.
Pieck's lips curled into a wicked smile, her dark eyes glinting with mischief and hunger. "When Eren told me he wanted this—with you watching—I thought I'd misheard," she said, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper as she stepped closer, her jasmine-and-musk scent enveloping Mikasa like a forbidden lure.
"I've wanted him for years, dreamed of his hands on me. But knowing you're here, watching? It makes it so much hotter." Her gaze flicked to Eren, who stood across the room, his green eyes dark with lust, tracing the curve of Pieck's hips, the black lace of her panties accentuating every line of her body.
Mikasa's breath hitched, her nails digging into her palms as she caught Eren's hungry stare. He's mine, she thought, jealousy stabbing through her, sharp and raw. But the sight of Pieck's confidence, the way her body beckoned Eren, ignited something else—a molten heat that pooled between Mikasa's thighs, her skin prickling with an unfamiliar need.
Pieck noticed Eren's gaze and let out a throaty laugh, her voice dripping with seduction. "Such a bad man," she teased, closing the distance between them, pressing her curves against his hard frame, the lace of her panties brushing against the straining bulge in his trousers. "So hard already, with your wife right there?"
Eren groaned, his hands gripping Pieck's hips, fingers digging into her soft flesh as she ground against him, slow and deliberate, her movements drawing a low growl from his throat. Mikasa's pulse raced, her body reacting viscerally to the sight. Her thighs pressed together, the friction sending a shiver through her, her nipples hardening against the thin fabric of her blouse.
She moved to a plush chair in the corner, her steps deliberate but heavy, sinking into the velvet as her fingers gripped the armrests. But sitting still felt impossible—her body was alive with need, her breath coming in short, ragged bursts as she watched Pieck's hips roll against Eren's, their bodies locked in a rhythm that made her own core throb.
Pieck, sensing Mikasa's intensity, took Eren's hand and led him to the bed, her hips swaying, the lace riding up to reveal the glistening skin of her thighs. With a playful shove, she sent him sprawling onto the silk sheets, climbing atop him with a feline grace that made Mikasa's mouth go dry.
Pieck straddled Eren's hips, her thighs clamping around him, the black lace of her panties barely concealing the wet heat between her legs as she pressed against his erection.
Her bra strained against her breasts, the dark lace a stark contrast to her flushed skin. She leaned down, her dark hair spilling over her shoulders, her lips hovering above Eren's. "You're so fucking hard for me," she whispered, her voice a sultry taunt as she rolled her hips, grinding against his cock with a slow, torturous rhythm that drew a ragged moan from him.
Mikasa's fingers tightened on the armrests, her nails biting into the velvet as a wave of arousal crashed through her.
The sight of Pieck's body moving against Eren's, the way her curves molded to his, sent a pulse of heat straight to her core, her panties damp with her own desire. Unable to resist, she shifted in her seat, one hand slipping to her thigh, her fingers grazing the sensitive skin beneath her skirt.
The touch sent a jolt through her, her breath catching as she pressed her thighs together, trying to quell the ache—but it wasn't enough. Her eyes locked on Pieck's movements, on the way Eren's hands slid up her sides, cupping her breasts, his thumbs teasing her nipples through the lace until they strained against the fabric.
Pieck's lips crashed against Eren's, her tongue plunging into his mouth, hot and demanding, tasting of wine and raw need. Eren's hands slid lower, fingers hooking into the waistband of her panties, tugging them down to expose the curve of her ass. He squeezed her flesh, his grip possessive, and Pieck moaned into his mouth, the sound vibrating through the room.
Mikasa's hand moved higher, slipping beneath her skirt, her fingers brushing against the damp fabric of her panties. She bit her lip, stifling a gasp as she pressed against her clit, the sensation sending a shudder through her body. I shouldn't want this, she thought, but the thought dissolved in the haze of her arousal, her fingers circling slowly, mimicking the rhythm of Pieck's hips.
The air was thick with the scent of arousal, the room pulsing with the raw intensity of their connection. Eren's hands roamed lower, slipping beneath Pieck's lace to find her slick folds, his fingers brushing against her clit, drawing a sharp cry from her lips. "Fuck, you're so wet," he growled, his voice thick with lust as he stroked her, his touch bold and unrelenting.
Pieck arched into him, her nails digging into his shoulders as she rocked against his hand, her moans filling the air. Mikasa's fingers moved faster, her breath hitching as she watched Eren's fingers work Pieck's body, each stroke sending a jolt of pleasure through her own. Her other hand slipped beneath her blouse, cupping her breast, her thumb grazing her nipple, the sensation sharp and electric.
In a swift, primal motion, Eren flipped their positions, pinning Pieck beneath him. Her dark eyes flashed with delight, her legs parting to cradle his hips as he loomed over her, his erection straining against his trousers. The silk sheets clung to Pieck's skin, her breasts heaving as she arched up, pressing herself against his chest.
Eren's hands slid down her thighs, spreading her wider, his fingers tugging her panties down completely, exposing her glistening core. He leaned down, his lips trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses along her collarbone, then lower, sucking at the sensitive skin above her bra as Pieck writhed beneath him, her gasps sharp and desperate.
Mikasa's resolve crumbled. She rose from the chair, her movements unsteady, driven by the fire burning inside her. Her skirt rode up as she approached the bed, her eyes locked on Eren's hands, the way they claimed Pieck's body.
She knelt on the edge of the mattress, her breath ragged, her hand still pressed between her thighs, fingers slick with her own arousal. "Eren," she whispered, her voice trembling with need, drawing his gaze. His eyes widened, dark with lust and surprise, as he saw her there, her blouse half-unbuttoned, her chest heaving. Pieck's lips curled into a sly smile, her hand reaching out to graze Mikasa's arm. "Join us," she purred, her voice a seductive challenge.
Mikasa hesitated, her heart pounding, but the heat in her body overpowered her doubts. She leaned forward, her lips brushing Eren's shoulder, tasting the salt of his skin as her hand slid down his chest, fingers trembling with a mix of possessiveness and desire.
Pieck's hand guided hers, urging her closer, and Mikasa's fingers found Pieck's thigh, the soft, warm skin sending a thrill through her. Eren groaned, his hand cupping Mikasa's face, pulling her into a fierce kiss, his tongue claiming her mouth even as his other hand continued to stroke Pieck, their bodies a tangled symphony of desire.
Pieck's moans mingled with Mikasa's soft gasps, the room alive with the sounds of their shared pleasure. Mikasa's fingers moved bolder, tracing Pieck's curves, her touch tentative but hungry, as Eren's lips moved from hers to Pieck's, then back again, binding them in a dance of raw, unfiltered need.