(Pov mikasa)
The room is a haze of heat and shadow, the air thick with the primal scent of sweat and sex, a musky perfume that clings to my skin, making my pulse race.
The lantern's amber glow flickers across the walls, casting writhing shadows that pulse with the rhythm of my pounding heart.
I'm sprawled across the bed, my body a canvas of desire, slick with perspiration, my raven-black hair plastered to my neck and shoulders in damp, wild tendrils. My breasts, full and heavy, heave with each ragged breath, my nipples hard and aching, begging for touch.
My thighs are slick with my own arousal, my ass still tingling from Minato's spanks, the faint red handprints a throbbing reminder of his dominance. My core pulses with need, an insatiable hunger that consumes every thought, every shred of restraint.
In the corner, Eren sits, his green eyes burning with a storm of jealousy and pain, but I barely register him. My world has collapsed into Minato Namikaze, the strongest man I've ever known, and the fire he's igniting within me.
Minato stands before me, his blonde hair catching the lantern's light, his blue eyes smoldering with a raw, animalistic hunger that makes my body tremble.
His hands, rough from years of wielding kunai, roam my body with a possessive intensity, tracing the curve of my hips, the dip of my spine, the soft, plump flesh of my ass.
"Fuck, Mikasa," he growls, his voice a low, filthy rumble that vibrates through my core, making my clit throb.
"Look at this body… this ass… fucking made for my cock. You're my little kunoichi slut, aren't you? Ready to spread your legs for the strongest." His words hit me like a spark, igniting a blaze of need that makes my thighs quiver, my arousal dripping onto the sheets.
It's in my blood, I think, my inner monologue a chaotic swirl of lust and surrender. Kunoichi submit to the strongest… it's who we are. The thought is primal, raw, a truth etched into my bones.
Minato is power incarnate, a force of nature, and my body yields to him instinctively, craving his dominance. Eren… my husband… A flicker of guilt brushes my mind, but it's drowned out by the roaring desire consuming me.
He can't compare. He never could. Minato's strength, his raw masculinity, has unraveled me in ways Eren never has, never will. I'm his, completely submissive, and the thought makes my core clench with need.
"Get on your hands and knees," Minato commands, his tone a dark, sensual snarl that makes my body obey before my mind can catch up.
I crawl into position, my ass raised high, my breasts swaying beneath me, my body exposed and vulnerable. The position is primal, degrading, yet it sets my skin on fire, my submission to him a drug I can't resist.
"Fuck, look at that ass," he growls, his hand coming down hard, the crack echoing through the room. "Mhhhhh!" I moan, the sting blooming into a delicious warmth that makes my ass jiggle, my core dripping with need.
He spanks me again, harder, and I cry out, "Ohhhhh! Yes, Minato!" The pain melds with pleasure, my body trembling, my breasts bouncing with each impact.
"You love this, don't you, you filthy little kunoichi?" he growls, his fingers sliding between my thighs, teasing my slick, swollen folds, making me shudder. "This pussy's begging for my cock… so fucking wet for me."
His words are raw, filthy, and they drive me wild, my moans a desperate "Ahhhhhhh!" as he presses his massive, throbbing cock against my entrance. "Please, Minato!" I beg, my voice hoarse, my body shaking with need. "Fuck me… I need your massive dick. It's the best I've ever had!" The words spill out without shame, a truth I can't deny.
Eren's never made me feel like this, I think, the realization sharp and liberating. His cock can't compare… nothing can.
Minato doesn't make me wait.
With a primal groan, he thrusts into me, his cock stretching me to my limits, filling me so completely I scream,
"Ahhhhhhh! You're so big!" The sensation is overwhelming, a delicious burn that morphs into pure, electric pleasure as he buries himself deep, hitting every sensitive spot inside me.
My breasts jiggle wildly beneath me, my nipples grazing the sheets, sending sparks of pleasure through my chest. My ass bounces with each thrust, the flesh rippling in a hypnotic dance, and Minato's hand comes down again, spanking me hard, making me cry out,
"Mmmmmm! Fuck me harder!" The sting amplifies the pleasure, my body arching into him, completely submissive to his dominance.
"Gods, you're so fucking tight," he grunts, his hands gripping my hips with bruising force as he pounds into me, each thrust raw and relentless, the bed creaking under the force.
"Look at your ass bouncing on my dick… fucking perfect." His words fuel my desire, my moans a continuous stream of lust— "Ohhhhh! Minato, your cock is so massive!" My pleasure is a wildfire, consuming every thought, every shred of guilt.
Each thrust sends waves of ecstasy crashing through me, my core clenching around him, the friction igniting every nerve. My clit throbs, begging for attention, and I reach down, my fingers circling frantically, amplifying the pleasure until it's almost unbearable.
He's the strongest, I think, my mind a haze of lust. And I'm his… completely his. The thought of Eren watching, his jealousy a distant heat, barely registers.
All I can feel is Minato's cock, stretching me, filling me, driving me to the edge.
"I love your big dick!" I moan, my voice raw, the words spilling out as my body surrenders. "Eren's never fucked me like this… never made me feel this good!" The confession is filthy, liberating, and I don't care that Eren hears it.
The pleasure is too much, too perfect, a tidal wave that drowns out everything else.
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