From Eren's Perspective
The room is a suffocating haze, thick with the musky reek of sweat and sex, the air heavy with the raw, primal aftermath of their unrelenting passion.
The lantern's amber flicker casts trembling shadows across the walls, mocking the inferno tearing through my chest. My eyes are locked on the bed, where Mikasa lies sprawled, her sculpted, sweat-soaked body glistening in the dim light.
Her raven hair clings to her flushed skin in tangled, dripping strands, her full breasts heaving with ragged, gasping breaths, nipples hard and swollen from Minato Namikaze's merciless assault.
Her skin is a canvas of his dominance—red handprints sear her hips, faint bruises mark her thighs, and her round, firm ass glows raw, welted from his savage spanks.
She's curled into his side, her body molded to his, her breathing jagged and laced with soft, shuddering moans—"Mmm, ohhh…"—that pierce the air like daggers. The sight of her so utterly claimed by him is a blade twisting in my gut.
Minato's arm is slung possessively over her, his blonde hair catching the lantern's glow, his piercing blue eyes glinting with cold, predatory triumph. His chiseled frame exudes raw, untamed power, filling the room like a beast staking its territory.
He's the strongest man alive, and he revels in it—knows he's fucked my wife into a state I could never dream of reaching.
Her wild cries still echo in my mind—"Minato, your cock's so fucking huge! Ohhh, God, fuck me!"—each one a fresh wound, raw and bleeding. I sit in the corner, fists clenched, knuckles white, my jeans soaked from the shameful release I couldn't stop.
Five times I came just watching them, my body betraying me as jealousy burned hotter than ever.
She's never screamed for me like that, never surrendered with such feral abandon, and the truth is a bitter venom: Minato's strength, his dominance, his thick, relentless cock—they give her a pleasure I can't touch.
"Done for now," Minato growls, his voice a deep, commanding rumble that shakes the room. He yanks Mikasa tighter against him, his hand gripping her hip with bruising force, drawing a sharp, "Ahhh, fuck!" from her lips that cuts through the air.
His fingers dig into her marked flesh, claiming her in front of me, his touch a deliberate taunt.
"I'm ready to sleep." His eyes lock onto mine, sharp and unyielding, a predator dismissing prey. "Eren, get the fuck out. Now." The command is a lash, cold and final, dripping with a sneer that dares me to defy him.
He's lying there, holding my wife, her body still trembling from the orgasms he fucked into her, and he's ordering me out of my own home like I'm nothing.
My jaw clenches, jealousy a raging inferno, but I can't challenge him. Not him. Not the man who's reduced Mikasa to a trembling, moaning wreck, her cries echoing like a siren's call.
I stand, legs unsteady, heart pounding with rage and humiliation. The room feels like it's closing in, the walls suffocating as I move toward the door, my boots heavy on the wooden floor.
Mikasa's ragged breathing follows me, laced with wild, shuddering moans—"Ohhh, Minato, mmm!"—that stab deeper with every step. She's his tonight, I think, the realization a cold weight in my chest.
She's always been mine, but tonight, she's his. My hand trembles on the doorknob when her voice stops me.
"Eren," she calls, soft but resolute, slicing through the fog of my thoughts. "Come here."
I freeze, confusion crashing over me. Why? I turn slowly, meeting her gray eyes. She's still pressed against Minato, her body marked by his hands, but her gaze holds something unreadable—tenderness, maybe, or guilt.
Why is she calling me to the bed where she just gave herself to him? My heart lurches, torn between hope and dread.
I hesitate, jealousy a burning knot, but her pull is undeniable. I step toward the bed, my eyes flickering to Minato, whose smirk widens, his gaze daring me to approach his domain.
Mikasa tries to pull away from Minato's iron grip, struggling to stand on the bed. Her legs tremble, weakened by the brutal fucking she's endured, her thighs slick with her own arousal and his cum, her pussy swollen and glistening, still pulsing from his relentless pounding.
She sways, gripping the headboard for balance, her ass red and welted from his spanks, each mark a brutal testament to his claim. The sight of her struggling, her body spent from Minato's savage assault, twists the knife deeper. He did this to her, I think, jealousy flaring.
He fucked her so hard she can barely stand. But her determination holds, fierce as ever, and she steps toward me, her naked body glowing in the lantern's light, every mark a searing reminder of Minato's dominance.
Her hands cup my face, warm and trembling, and she leans in, pressing a soft, lingering goodnight kiss to my lips.
The familiar taste of her, the warmth of her mouth, is a fleeting balm to my wounded heart. For a moment, the jealousy ebbs, and I kiss her back, hands resting gently on her waist, avoiding the raw welts on her skin.
The kiss is a reminder of our bond, a flicker of hope in the darkness. She's still mine, I think, clinging to the thought like a drowning man to driftwood.
But Minato's hand moves, swift and commanding, delivering a sharp, resounding slap to her ass that echoes like a gunshot. Her body jolts, a wild, ear-splitting "OHHH, FUCK, MINATO!" tearing from her throat as she breaks from my kiss, her eyes flashing back to him with a mix of shock and raw, animalistic desire.
Her pussy clenches visibly, a fresh gush of arousal dripping down her thigh, and the sound of her scream reopens every wound. He's claiming her, I think, my grip tightening on her waist.
Right in front of me. Minato's eyes bore into mine, his smirk a taunt, his hand kneading her welted flesh possessively, fingers trailing to her soaked entrance, teasing her swollen clit.
"Don't waste my time, Mikasa," he says, voice low and dangerous, a king commanding his court. "You're mine to fuck tonight. Listen to yourself—screaming like a whore for my cock."
Mikasa's gaze snaps back to me, catching the pain in my eyes. She slaps Minato's hand away, the gesture sharp and defiant. "Stop," she murmurs, voice soft but unyielding.
She turns to me fully, hands sliding around my neck, pulling me into a tight embrace. Her body is warm, slick with sweat and the remnants of their sex, trembling faintly from exertion.
She kisses me again, deeper, her lips a vow, though a soft, "Mmm, ohhh…" escapes her as Minato's presence looms. "I'm yours, Eren," she whispers against my mouth, voice steady despite the flush in her cheeks. "Always. No matter who I sleep with, you're my husband. You'll always be mine."
Her words are a lifeline, pulling me back from the abyss, but they can't erase the sound of her feral screams, the way her body shuddered under his touch. I nod, throat tight, and kiss her back, trying to believe her, to hold onto her promise. But the jealousy lingers, a smoldering ember.
Minato's voice cuts through, sharp and commanding, dripping with disdain. "You're done, Eren," he says, leaning forward, his presence looming over the bed like a storm cloud. "Get out. I'm not asking again."
His hand slides up Mikasa's back, fingers curling around her neck, yanking her back toward him with a possessive force that draws a loud, "AHHH, MINATO, YES!" from her lips. His other hand dives between her thighs, fingers spreading her swollen lips, rubbing her clit with rough, deliberate strokes that make her scream,
"OHHH, FUCK, PLEASE!" Her body arches violently, hips bucking into his touch, her cries growing wilder, more desperate—"MINATO, DON'T STOP! I NEED YOUR COCK!" His eyes never leave mine, a silent declaration of victory. "She's mine to fuck tonight. Hear her begging for me."
I pull away, heart heavy, and turn to the door. My footsteps echo in the stifling silence, Mikasa's moans—"OHHH, GOD, MINATO! FUCK ME!"—a haunting, frenzied cadence that follows me. As I step into the hallway, the cool air hits my heated skin like a shock.
The door clicks shut, but Minato's voice follows, low and predatory. "On your knees, Mikasa," he commands, followed by the sharp, wet slap of his hand on her ass, louder this time, a deliberate taunt.
"Spread that pussy for me. Now."
"OHHH, FUCK, MINATO!" Mikasa's scream pierces the door, raw and feral, as the bed creaks violently under his weight. "YOUR COCK—IT'S SO FUCKING BIG! AHHH, GOD!" Her voice is a torrent of ecstasy, each moan louder, wilder, more unhinged than the last—
"FUCK ME, MINATO! HARDER! I'M YOURS! OH, FUCK, YES!" The rhythmic slap of skin on skin fills the air, the headboard slamming against the wall as he fucks her with brutal, unrelenting force, her cries escalating into a primal crescendo—"PLEASE, MINATO! I'M CUMMING! OHHH, FUCK, I'M CUMMING SO HARD!"
I can't escape the image of her—legs spread wide, pussy stretched taut around his thick cock, her marked body convulsing under his savage dominance, her screams a relentless assault on my heart.
I slump against the wall, fists clenched, body trembling with pain and shameful arousal. She's his again, I think, the truth a bitter weight. Right now, she's his. Her screams—"MINATO, FUCK ME DEEPER! I CAN'T STOP CUMMING!"—echo through the door, each one a fresh stab of jealousy. I sink to the floor, head in hands, jealousy an inferno.
Last night, I had Mikasa and Pieck, a fleeting triumph that made me feel invincible. But now, hearing her beg and scream for Minato, her voice raw and unhinged with ecstasy as his savage dominance consumes her, that illusion shatters.
She's always been mine, I tell myself, clinging to her words, her kiss. But the sounds from the room—her feral, ear-splitting screams driven by Minato's commanding presence and relentless fucking—tell a different truth, undeniable and cruel: as long as he's here, she's his, and I'm just the man left outside, listening to her surrender to his will.
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