章 3: Attack on Titan 139.25 - Mikasa's Husband (Part 3)
Summary: Eren always believed seeing the future was a gift. However, after seeing scenes of Mikasa's well-hung husband pounding her lonely pussy, all he can do is grit his teeth and watch the spectacle.
"Eren, what a man you are..."
Theme: NTR, Big Dick, Penis Envy
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The Attack Titan fought for freedom. It was the beholder of the past, present, and future. A power that fought for that which was to come. Without royal blood, however, changing the future to the beholder's liking was impossible. All they could do was watch. That was what Eren Kruger did. It was what Grisha Yaegar did—and now his son, Eren Yeager, would do the same.
Watch but not influence.
The question was: how far into the future could the Attack Titan inheritor, Eren Yeager, see?
Before the Marley Mid-East War, before Eren declared war, before he saved the boy at the Marleyan harbour, when all was well and they infiltrated Marley while eating ice cream, Eren Yeager dreamt.
He was back at the Marleyan harbour, surrounded by people he was supposed to kill. The hustle and bustle reminded him of Shiganshina. It reminded him of a town when the world was at peace. When he was a child.
"Try some too, Eren," a familiar voice said.
Ah. Mikasa. Wearing a hat, a lovely dress, and blushing slightly in the cheeks, she offered him the creamy-cone dessert. It was a repeat of yesterday. The same conversation, the same words, and the same people.
"Is that ice cream?" Eren said, just like before.
"You know what this is?" Mikasa asked, slightly puzzled.
Eren lowered his head. "Only through my old man's memories. Eldians in the internment zone rarely get to eat it. There are...all sorts of things outside the walls."
That was that. Afterwards, they would run into the thief boy that stole from Sasha. Levi would catch the boy and the locals would proclaim the thief as an illegal immigrant that deserved to be killed. Simply reliving that memory gave him conflict. What was the right choice here? What was he supposed to do?
He squeezed his eyes shut, wanting to leave this dream. The world suddenly felt warm and he opened his eyes.
His face went red and a warmth spread down his body. "M-M-Mikasa?"
It was her. It was. Except…there was something very, very different. It was the same expression. The same blush. The same pale skin, the same short black hair, and the same Asian features.
It was all Mikasa Ackerman, save for the fact that she was as nude as the day she was born. On a king-sized bed lit up by candles, she stood on her knees, her face flushing like never before. Her breasts were perky and excited, and her lips were parted open. Wet. Ready. She…she looked like a whore ready to get dicked. She looked like a woman that belonged to someone else.
Her hips had gotten wider as if she changed herself for the sake of childbirth. Her boobs were larger too, going from B-cups to C-cups. To Eren who had been with her his whole life, the difference was like night and day. The muscle that once permeated her abdomen was a ghost of what it once was.
He didn't understand. Why was he dreaming about this?
And why…why was it so surreal? Why could he smell Mikasa so vividly?
Looking away, as red as a tomato, Eren opened his mouth and muttered, "M-Mikasa—?"
"Mikasa!"
Another voice. An unfamiliar voice. A masculine voice. Eren was barely able to react as heard sounds of…clapping?
Thwap! Thwap! Thwap!
No, not quite. Eren turned and went wide-eyed as he took in the incoming figure. A nude male with a figure rivalling an average soldier. Lean and muscular in all the right ways, giving him an attractive build overall. But that wasn't what mattered. What utterly shattered Eren's pride wasn't muscle, but something far more important.
The man that entered the candle-lit room easily had the biggest cock Eren had ever seen. It was ludicrous. No guy in the Training Corps came close to him. Not Reiner, not Armin, not Conny, and certainly not Jean. If there was a man that should be called Mr. Horse, it was this guy. This random dude who forced Eren to stumble out of his way. This random dude with a cock larger than his own while flaccid.
Thwap! Thwap! Thwap!
Time slowed down for the Attack Titan inheritor. He watched as the thick, long member clapped from thigh to thigh with every step. A bounce that oozed supreme masculine aura. The man's must have been eight or nine inches long from what he was able to glean. Three inches longer than Eren's fully erect cock—and that wasn't mentioning thickness. In terms of girth, Eren swore it was at least double.
Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck!
'And that's while flaccid!' Eren repeated in his head for the tenth time. Drawing a comparison, frankly, wasn't worth it. He was smaller. Much smaller.
"T-there's no…way…" His expression became twisted. "Mikasa…?"
Apparently, no one could hear Eren as the man stopped directly in front of Mikasa and said, "I hope I didn't keep you waiting long, dear."
He was talking to Mikasa. The man was talking to Mikasa!
Oh no. No, no, no, no…
"M-Mikasa?" Eren's voice became a hollow echo. Mikasa wasn't looking at him. She was looking up at the nude man that had strolled up to her. She was looking at a cock that was easily twice his own size.
"No." Mikasa shook her head and looked up at him with a soft smile. The same smile she would give him when he tied her scarf. "I'm ready."
Eren didn't move. He didn't want to see. But this dream world teleported him to the side of the bed. Mikasa—the same Mikasa that was second to Levi Ackerman in slaying Titans and a woman of pride and bravery—gulped nervously as her hands reached for the monster cock.
'Who is this guy? Who does he think he is!?' Eren's glare ended up dying a pathetic death when he saw a glint of silver on Mikasa's hand. A silver ring on the fourth finger of the left hand.
Trembling, his heart sinking, Eren shifted his gaze over to the well-hung man and his left hand. He stopped breathing upon the identical glint of silver.
'Matching wedding rings,' Eren realized. 'S-she's married to him! This…this is me looking into the future! But how—?'
The Attack Titan was able to catch glimpses of the future. Sometimes, it was random. Other times, there needed to be a catalyst; blood or an object with a special connection to the future memory. In this case, while sleeping, there could only be one catalyst: Mikasa herself. She must have caressed his cheek when he was sleeping. A habit that his mother did every night that Mikasa took up.
Mikasa touched him because she loved him.
However, in the future, she would fall in love with another man with a cock that surpassed Eren's by leaps and bounds. Every time she would think of Eren, she would probably mentally compare sizes and giggle.
Because Eren Yeager was nothing compared to Mikasa's donkey-dicked husband.
As if lifting a Titan cock, she heaved the double-digit cock up to her lips. Two hands stacked on top of each other. Eren gnawed on his bottom lip, knowing that it would only take one hand with him. One hand to freely and fully jerk him off. But for Mikasa's future husband? As his cock throbbed and grew, two hands were necessary, going up and down, up and down. All while Eren watched. Pre-cum slipped from the tips and Mikasa lapped it up with her palm, using it as lotion.
'He's still not at full mast either!' Eren clenched his fist. 'Fuck!'
Schlap–! Schlap–! Schlap–! Schlap–!
He hated the wet, lewd noises. He hated seeing the woman of his childhood throw herself onto a fat cock. It was just…
'It's just not fair!'
Throb, throb, throb. Eren was able to see and hear as his cock twitched to a life of Titan-like proportions.
"Good girl," her husband said, smiling. He still wasn't at full mast yet! Fuck, just when would it end? Mikasa was already looking like she was having the time of her life. His size and his words spurred her on and his cock responded in kind.
Until long last, twelve inches of girthy, pulsating cock was unveiled. It sprouted from his crotch like a mighty python and was fixed with a dangling ballsack. He didn't want to look. He didn't want to see. But he had to.
Eren Yeager saw the massive cock loom over Mikasa, then settle on top of it. Mikasa didn't mind the throbbing monster cock either, smiling lightly.
She was happy.
"Mmmmh!"
Eren's heart sank as he watched Mikasa take her husband's big, fat cock into her mouth. She was silent, as if in a trance, as her lips sucked him off and her hands jerked him off with expert precision. Her eyes were locked on his face, a perfect blend of lust and satisfaction. She wanted to serve this cock. She wanted to taste it. She was greedy but not unrealistic, suddenly pulling back to flick his glans with her tongue.
Schlap–! Schlap–! Schlap–! Schlap–!
All the while still jerking him off.
Mikasa's husband groaned in pleasure, one hand on his hip as she worked her magic on him. The sound of wet suction filled the room, mingling with the heavy breathing of both parties involved.
Eren's pants felt very tight.
"Mmmph! Mmm! Gsssh~!"
The noises…the fucking noises. Mikasa sounded like a whore, through and through. A woman with no dignity. A slut with an obsession over her hubby's gigantic cock. On her knees, on her bed, as if owned by him. As if controlled.
Three inches, four inches, five inches…
Eren's cock twitched involuntarily as he watched Mikasa's head bob up and down on her husband's impressive member—on six inches of his mighty cock and struggling. Struggling but loving it. Her husband was so much girthier than him that it wasn't fair to compare. While with Eren she would theoretically struggle a lot, with her husband, Mikasa was practically choking on his dick and wanting more.
Inhale, exhale.
"Mmmmmph!" So much happiness. So much affection. He swore he saw her pupils were heart-shaped. She kept to six inches, kept to Eren's size, even though there was still so much of his fucking cock left. Eren's bottom lip bled and healed in the same instant.
He wanted to get out of here but he couldn't. This was the future. This was Mikasa's future and he was destined to see it.
Pop! Mikasa's lips left his cock and once again swished and licked his cockhead. She went to the side, tracing the thick mushroom ridge, and then slid back to his cumhole. Pre-cum was pouring out, nearly equating to one of Eren's full ejaculations.
"You really are a hard worker," her husband remarked, smiling. Eren wished he could have knocked that smile off his wife. He wasn't just casual about it, he was almost arrogant. A hand on his hip, his massive twelve inch member sprouting out like a steel pipe, and his balls swaying as Mikasa massaged them.
Rather than respond verbally, Mikasa kissed his left testicle, then his right. Not just small pecks, they were juicy and full of love. Mikasa was saying, "Anything for you."
Afterward, she returned to jerking him off.
Two hands. Two fucking hands stacked on top of each other were needed to jerk him off and yet there was still enough space for her lips to suck him off.
Mikasa's diligent eyes made Eren feel like he was intruding on something private. He wanted to turn around and walk away. He wanted to bury the jealousy and shame. He hated hearing her future husband moan in pleasure as he stood there like a stone statue.
Eren grit his teeth. "How am I seeing this? Why am I seeing this?"
No answer.
Ah, wait, there was an answer.
"I love it when your fingers can't touch," her husband said. "Fuck, I'm so close, Mikasa! I'm going to make you swallow every drop."
The husband grabbed her head, gentle, then—wham! The husband buried the entirety of his gigantic cock inside her. Mikasa didn't go wide-eyed.
No, she looked like she had done this before. Her nose buried in his pelvis, cock shoved down her throat, she looked…at peace.
Wham! Wham! Wham!
The husband fucked his wife's mouth like it was another hole. He used her like she was a whore, like she wasn't Mikasa Ackerman, the world's strongest woman.
Fuck, fuck, fuck!
There was so much cock for her to take, yet Mikasa took it like a champ. Happy tears escaped as she pushed and pulled herself down his cock. Eren's heart shattered at her efforts. He could never do this to Mikasa. Making her choke and love it at the same time. He could try and he would fail.
His pants tightened more. His balls coiled together as they witnessed his childhood friend gag and suck dick with all her might. 'She's never put this much effort into training!'
Throb, throb, throb. Like an avalanche, the husband's body shook as he got closer to climax. Eren couldn't believe it. Mikasa didn't pull out. She—
"I'm cumming!"
She swallowed. He didn't make her swallow, Mikasa voluntarily chose to do it. Gulp, gulp, gulp! Her throat was already bulging and struggling, with Eren being able to see a slight outline of his cock. Now, as it throbbed like a monster, he was able to see it again.
Gulp, gulp, gulp!
He learned three things that night:
One, Mikasa's future husband was hung like a horse.
Two, Mikasa was a dutiful wife, contrary to her warrior-like tendencies.
Three, the awakened powers of the Ackerman could be used during sex.
"When awakened, the Ackerman in question gains the combined battle experience from every single Ackerman before them via paths."
Well, that ability applied to sucking dick.
It became clear to him at that moment that those of the Ackerman blood needed to obey an order from a select host. A brother, a father, a friend…
"Gak! Mmmph! Mmmmh!"
…a husband.
Ackermans had to serve their hosts. There was no other explanation for Mikasa's slutty behaviour. He refused to believe this was the same woman that loved to tie his scarf, who called him family and who vied for his attention.
He refused to believe it, especially as her husband pulled out—plap—and came all over Mikasa's face.
Mikasa stuck her tongue out obediently and let the several thick ropes splatter on her face. Eren thought that would be the end. Three strings of cum across her left cheek, one down her right eyebrow, another slashing her lip, and two travelling down her nose. Already, it surpassed his own loads by leaps and bounds. This had to be the end, right?
Nope.
Her husband gave a low groan and jerked himself off till he spewed three additional ropes on her breasts. The big, fat cock was capable of equally big, fat loads.
"Ahh…" Mikasa kept her mouth open and her tongue out. What a fucking mess she was. The inside of her mouth was glazed in white and her face was painted in her man's seed.
Eren was jealous.
Jealous but horny. Inside his pants, his six inch pulsated and matched the throb of the future husband. However, there was no comparison. There was a heavy presence to the husband. His giant cock was a flagpole that ordered Mikasa better than the Coordinate did the Titans.
Eren wished that was him. He wished he could be the one to facial Mikasa.
But instead, he stood there, watching, and came in his pants. The moment he busted, the world went white.
***
Eren opened his eyes to a brand new scenery. A world of sand and light that was unlike anything he had seen before.
It gave him freedom, almost.
Except…something was off. The world was a little cold. Eren looked down and blinked. His bare feet were on sand and his clothes were gone.
'Huh? Where am I?' He stared at his flaccid cock and balls, confused. 'Where did my clothes go?'
This was like before, it felt real. The yellow fog filled his mouth and he tasted flesh. Five feet ahead, in the middle of the swirling fog, he saw a womanly figure.
"Who…are you?"
Her eyes were dead. That was the first thing he noticed.
The busty blonde woman reminded him of Historia, but upon a second look, he realized there was no correlation. Besides the regal nature in her existence, she was unlike any other woman in his life. Her white attire seemed primitive, highlighting her abundant curves without effort.
A sexy woman. The same way Eren Yeager was a sexy man.
Eren Yeager was six feet tall, his brown hair touching his shoulders and his features handsome. A trained soldier with full six-pack abs that Hitch Dreyse and other women would drool over. Naked, the blonde woman was able to see all of that and more. She saw that which dozens of women yearned for.
Eren Yeager's manhood.
She was unimpressed.
To put it bluntly, it was a tiny cock draped over a tinier sack. Two inches long, with most of his softie consisting of the cockhead. If there was a shaft, it was hard to see from the front.
From the hot blonde's perspective.
It was like a fire had been lit underneath him and he immediately threw his hands over to cover his crotch. It was too late though, she had seen it.
"Small."
A single word. A single observation.
Hearing it fractured his ego for the third time.
The disappointment in the woman's eyes couldn't be clearer. She had seen bigger. So much bigger.
Eren hated seeing that look in her eye.
The woman turned around. All of a sudden, Eren heard noises. Screams. Moans. His world went white and he saw visions.
"I hope your visit was nice. Ready to get pounded, babe?" He was an inch away from touching her.
Flash—
Mikasa smiled greedily and screamed to the world, "I loooove cock!"
Flash—
SCHLAP—! SCHLAP—! SCHLAP—! SCHLAP—!
Balls slapping, hips pistoning deep inside her repeatedly. No mercy, only pleasure. Her husband was doing exactly what he was intended to do. He was fulfilling the obligations of their marriage.
Pounding her till she was a slobbering mess.
"Hell yeah you'll forget!" Her husband exclaimed. He didn't speak often during sex. Mikasa's pussy twisted at his newfound dominance. "You're going to forget all about his tiny dick! It's me that matters! I'm your husband! I'm the one pounding your sorry cunt!"
"N-no! I can't! I'm not supposed to forget! Pleeease!"
"But you still want my cock, don't you?"
"Yeees! Your cock is everything! Your cock means everything to me~♡!"
"You're MY wife! So act like it! I don't ever want to hear Eren's name when I'm fucking you! Understand!?"
"Understand! Understand! I understand your massive cock~♡!"
SCHLAP—! SCHLAP—! SCHLAP—! SCHLAP—!
"Here it comes, Mikasa! I'm going to cum! I'm going to cum inside! I'm going to completely erase any trace of Eren Yeager!"
"Ugh!"
Eren snapped out of it, holding his head. All those scenes, all that fucking…it was done from his perspective. The husband's perspective. For just a minute, Eren knew what it felt like to be well-hung.
He wanted to experience it again.
"H-hold on, what are you showing me!?" Eren demanded.
The blonde had turned her back on him, accidentally showing the shape of her fantastic ass through her primitive clothing. She walked.
Eren chased.
Both hands covering his crotch, he ran after her. Then, he released one hand when he realized he couldn't catch up.
"Where are you going!?"
No answer. It was like she was sinking into the yellow fog. Eren, while easily able to contain his cock and balls in one hand, decided to let go.
Running, running, running—!
He got sucked into the fog and saw white.
***
That face. That jaw. Those eyebrows and those muscles. She could only be her. It could only be—
"Eren…"
Her voice. Eren shivered. Oh, how he longed to hear her call his name again. Lying on the grass, the white clouds in the distance and the sky blue, this was everything Eren longed for. Everything he wished would happen.
Peace…and love.
"Mikasa…"
This was it. This was what he wanted.
Being kissed by Mikasa. Held by her. Her nude form against his, their lips connecting in heaps of saliva. His back faced the sky as he felt his nether regions heat up. His cock fully erect, he rubbed his length up and down her stomach.
'Fuck, fuck!' He was so horny and angry. The memories of her future self withered away as he kissed her. At the same time, he was so hot that he felt his cock nearing release. 'Not yet, not yet—'
"Eren, Eren, Eren…!" Mikasa called his name in a whisper. "I…"
He swallowed thickly and pulled himself back. Slowly but surely, his angry cock calmed down, the pressure of a premature ejaculation fading. 'I can do this. I have to do this.' This was like reality. This was like the foggy world with the blonde. This was like his future memories.
Throbbing, he touched her wet entrance and saw Mikasa glance down in excitement, lips curling—
"Eh…?"
Then dropping to a frown.
It was like Mikasa was saying, "That's…it?"
Why? Why was she thinking that? That shouldn't…no, no, no, maybe he was going crazy. Maybe her disappointment lied in something else.
Taking in a breath, he stared at his cock. Six inches. Six measly inches.
"Mikasa, is something wrong?" Eren's question was followed by the wonderful teasing of his dick. Like a finger outlining her labia and tempting her.
"N-no," she said, hot and bothered and very much troubled. "I'm ready. Inside, Eren."
He didn't wait. Like her future husband, like when he fucked her mouth, he thrusted once and inserted all six inches inside. Small moans slipped from his mouth. 'S-she's so warm!'
Her cunt, strangely enough, wasn't tight like he thought it was. However, more importantly, it was comfortable. Addicting. He wanted to stay in her warm pussy forever. Panting, he looked up at Mikasa, who smiled weakly.
She was waiting.
Thrust, thrust, thrust!
Eren fucked her as hard as he could. His hands on her hips, he fucked her, relying on his natural athleticism over any skill. He didn't need it, after all. This was Eren and Mikasa. Love triumphed over all. Love surpassed any skill or size.
Being one with her was all that mattered.
"Mikasa," Eren muttered, "you're so good."
He pretended not to see the blankness in her eyes. He pretended that he was satisfying her and went faster. Faster, faster, faster, till his Titan abilities kicked in and his stamina was healing.
'Fuck her faster! Harder! Come on, Eren!'
He had killed hundreds of Titans. He was the inheritor of the Attack Titan. He could do this! Her wet walls brushed against his length, as though it didn't accept him.
Why? Because Mikasa, in all honesty, felt nothing. It was like a pinkie finger decided to stick to her walls, unable to fit and properly fill the massive hole. All this time, her eyes were closed. All this time, she didn't moan or breath. She kept herself sealed tight.
She didn't want to face reality.
Neither did Eren.
Her eyes closed, Mikasa quietly asked the one question he had been dreading. The question he had been doing everything in his power to avoid. Mikasa Ackerman, the love of his life, asked:
"Are you…inside?"
His ego shattered and he promptly stopped. Huffing and puffing, on the verge of tears, he replied, "I'm…completely in."
Her eyes flew open and she glanced down. He wasn't lying, he was completely sheathed inside her. He had been fucking her like an animal for a minute—yet Mikasa felt nothing.
Looking up at Eren, she saw embarrassment, shock, and, most of all, betrayal.
Her mouth went dry. All of a sudden, she forgot how to speak. "I-I…"
Mikasa's lovely face became a blur and he reached out to her. 'No, no, no!' But Mikasa was gone.
"Eren, I lo—"
He thought he heard her proclaim her love. Maybe she did. At the end of the day though, it didn't matter, because the next thing he saw was Mikasa again. This time, the innocence and romantic love was gone, replaced by a hazy lust.
"Mikasa…?" Eren couldn't believe it.
She was spreading her legs like a whore, waiting for a good cock to fuck her. A smile of pure obsession had taken up half of her face.
"E-Eren?" Mikasa said his name deliriously, like he wasn't supposed to be here. Eren shifted back when he saw the heart-shaped pupils in her eyes. Instantly, he knew something was wrong. Mikasa was obsessed with him but this…this was different.
"Again about Eren?" A sigh from behind. Eren froze and slowly turned back.
'N-not him again—'
Mikasa's husband arrived with a full bobbing erection. Each step was thunderous, both in how his ballsack slapped against his thigh and the momentous size.
"I don't mind you loving him but can you please keep his name when we're in the bedroom?" A reasonable request. A husband and wife should not bring up old exes.
But Mikasa? She was seeing Eren. She was seeing him in the future, the same way his father saw him and would be manipulated by him. This was the first time Eren tapped into that power.
He didn't want it. He hated it. He hated Mikasa knowing that he was here and proclaiming—
"Eren! Eren is here! He's really here!" Her smile grew as her gaze shifted over to her husband's giant. "But…I…I don't care!"
"Whatever you say, honey."
Mikasa's husband stopped, coincidentally standing directly beside Eren. Mikasa giggled as she saw the two men compared. To the right was Eren Yeager, the man that would one day start the Rumbling. To the left was her big-dicked husband. Standing shoulder-to-shoulder, Eren cringed. His cock was half his size in length and width. Mikasa's husband had the same shape too, except the size was squared.
Imagine that: a cock that was simply better.
Mikasa's husband: twelve inches long and thicker than his wrist. Eren: six inches long and quite slender. And unlike Mikasa's husband, there wasn't much of a spring to it when he walked. There was nothing of note, really. He was there for the sake of being there. What was he here to influence? Nothing.
Mikasa could see him, but in this future, influence was pointless. Mikasa would never look at his cock, not when her husband was right there.
"Breed me," Mikasa said, panting. "I want you to breed me. I want him to watch~!"
The husband shook his head, believing his wife was growing delirious. "Whatever you say."
Eren pursed his lips. He didn't want to see another man climb on top of Mikasa but—
Schlap—!
There was nothing he could do. Eren watched with dim eyes and a complete sense of inferiority. He realized that even if he did muster up the courage to confess, she would forget about their love as soon as her future husband got his hands on her.
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