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Mikasa's life took a tragic turn when her parents were killed in a carriage accident and miraculously she survived with only a few scars on her back and a small scar on her left cheek. Her uncle Kenny took her in and gave the grieving girl a place to live. She spent part of her childhood and all of her adolescence in an annex of the Ackerman mansion, isolated from the outside world and only allowed out on special occasions.
The years passed until one spring day, Mikasa and her friend Annie celebrated their coming of age in a cozy cafe. They had just turned eighteen, and though excitement bubbled in their young hearts, a latent fear clung to Mikasa. The world frightened her, for she knew she would soon have to face the marriage market. But she held out hope that a good man, a kind and understanding man, would notice her and take her out of the confinement she had been living in. All she wanted was to live happily. She wanted a family.
The two friends had not had a chance to talk much that day in King Reiss's castle, so they decided to make the most of the time and meet as soon as possible at Annie's favorite place, a charming two-story cafe with beautiful windows overlooking the main street. This day, however, was not the best for going out. Looking out the windows, the streets were filled with the revelry and bustle of the triumphant arrival of the victorious caravan of soldiers against Marley, making it difficult to carry on a quiet conversation. Leading the way was an imposing, tanned man: Eren Yeager, with a long, tied back brown mane and a piercing gaze that accompanied his heroic bearing amid the cheers of the crowd.
It was the same Eren Mikasa had fallen in love with in the past, when that child captivated her with his green eyes. Seeing him now brought back nostalgic memories, causing a mixture of mixed emotions. A sweet smile crossed her face as she remembered her innocent love from the past. The crowd cheered, but soon the buildings and walls hid him from view, leaving Mikasa lost in her memories and longing for the past.
Later, when she returned to her annex, she saw the maids hurriedly packing her belongings. Her uncle had ordered her to move to the main house because she was getting married. Mikasa froze at the news. She had always hoped that Levi would help her find a good marriage. She looked at Kenny in fear, knowing that her uncle could sell her to the highest bidder regardless of her age, and scenarios of lecherous old men wanting her because she was a young woman crossed her mind.
However, to her surprise, her uncle confessed that the king had ordered her to marry with Eren so that he could join the nobility as Marquis Yeager, a title that had been taken from his family in the past.
She could not believe what was happening. In her mind, she recalled the image of Eren as a teenager, that boy who had once conquered her heart just by helping her once, but before she could sink into those memories, her uncle abruptly pulled her out of them with a mocking laugh and he revealed that she would have the same life with Eren Yeager as she had with him, or even worse, for it been Kenny himself who had destroyed his family years ago, following the ruthless orders of the King, and he knew that Eren hated the Ackermans equally. And so it was. Despite her fears, the ceremony was made official. When she saw Eren at the altar, the rejection in his eyes was obvious; he hated her and could barely see her through the veil.
"Far from being the lady of the Yeager family, you look like Eren's whore." Her uncle told her after her first night with Eren, when she couldn't get out of bed the way he had taken her. He did not visit her even once during those days. He was away for 15 days, and when he came back, he did the same thing and left.
It was clear that it wasn't his duty to take care of her; it was just a marriage arranged by the king, one in which Eren didn't love her. But that didn't mean it didn't hurt Mikasa to be treated like an object.
However, trying not to feel that way, used, she tried to make things right between them. Once while walking in the garden, she watched Eren caress one purple flower. A small spark of hope ignited within her, thinking that maybe, just maybe, they could bridge the distance that separated them. She could no longer bear to be an ignored shadow and longed with all her might for Eren to stop seeing her as an enemy.
Then, excited, she rushed to prepare a gift and picked up a small flower pot the color of his eyes. She desperately searched for the same flower, unable to pick the one he had caressed with such affection. When she found it, she planted it and ran to Eren's office to give it to him. That day, his expression seemed to soften when he saw her smile, he dismissed everyone from the meeting, and after receiving her gift, he kissed her wildly on her breasts, neck, center, but not on the lips. Eren took her roughly to the desk where he was making her his until Mikasa couldn't take it anymore.
It was the first time she enjoyed it, she didn't feel used, they did it all afternoon and at the end of the day Eren kissed her forehead while she gasped to catch her breath from the aftermath of the pleasurable orgasm he had given her. She watched as he concentrated on cleaning her body and the remains of his semen draining from inside her. The naive Mikasa thought they could grow closer beyond the carnal, that if she tried harder she might be able to get him to change his mind. She allowed herself to be hopeful and happy.
They saw each other for a whole month, she gave him carefully embroidered drawings, small gifts and handkerchiefs, and he continued to embrace her passionately whenever their paths crossed. By the fourth month, Mikasa was in a bubble of self-induced pleasure. But a cruel reality hit her when she saw Eren hand one of her handkerchiefs to a maid, ordering her to dispose of the "gift" as usual. Her heart contracted painfully, he had thrown away all her gifts without a second thought.
Ashamed, she did not set foot in the office again. He did not seek her. When he returned to attend to his physical needs, he bluntly confessed while kissing her neck that he would never feel love for her, that he only desired her, and that this desire wouldn't last long.
They had already been married for six months and her uncle's words were a cruel truth: she was worthless. Recently, she had heard Eren's friend talking about the tragic death of her parents, trying to sympathize with her, but Eren had cruelly dismissed him, explaining that nothing about her meant anything to him because he would never feel anything for an Ackerman. His friend had tried to retort, but Eren had practically shouted at him that he would rather not remember the blood that ran through her veins. Mikasa was hiding behind a pillar, her hands over her mouth, holding back the pain of his words. The contempt in his voice, as if it disgusted her, was a direct stab to her soul, but she understood his hatred, she understood it because she hated being part of that family as well.
Eren knew she was there listening to them.
It didn’t matter that her mother had belonged to the royal family of Azumabito, nor that her father had been a respected count; they were no longer there, and she had meant nothing to the people around her - an object about to break.
She bit her lips, remembering her pain; not that she wanted to be a victim, but sometimes it was painful to accept that she had no value, that she was just a facade. She took a deep breath, knowing that Eren had just arrived and she had to prepare for the usual. She was not dressed appropriately, she had to change her simple gauze dress. But while she was combing her hair for a change of clothes later, she saw Eren's reflection in her bedroom door. A shiver ran down her spine; she did not want him to see her like this.
It was a quiet night for Eren. He just showered and went to the master bedroom where he found Mikasa sitting on her dresser, combing her long silky hair. She was wearing a delicate, almost transparent chiffon dress that accentuated her feminine curves. From where he stood, he could see her pink nipples sticking out tantalizingly. She didn't leave the room wearing that, did she? The dress wasn't appropriate for anyone but him to see her in.
"Welcome home, my lord," she murmured softly, looking at him from the reflection of the mirror. She seemed a little angry, maybe because of the conversation with Armin about her or because he had been gone for a few days. It did not matter.
He did not answer her and leaned against the wall, watching her every move. Too elegant, too delicate, like the damned nobles of Sina City, she tried to project a self-confident image, but she was visibly nervous under his gaze. Her hands trembled slightly, aware of Eren's penetrating gaze.
He enjoyed contemplating Mikasa's beauty, but at the same time, a strange feeling oppressed his chest whenever he looked at her. He simply didn't like having feelings for the princess he was forced to marry. He remembered the scene of their wedding when the king had taunted him, saying that she was his prize, a means to an end. They had deceived him. Earlier, they had promised him that if he won the war against Marley, they would restore the Yeager family name with the rank of Marquis. They never mentioned marriage.
He hated the idea of marrying her, seeing her arrive at the altar, covered by a veil that couldn't hide her expression, that young girl was holding back tears.
It annoyed him that they were forcing him to do something he didn't want to do, taking away his freedom of choice, especially with a young woman six years his junior. But he was breathless when he lifted her veil and saw cloudy gray eyes, red lips, and perfect porcelain skin except for a small scar under her left eye, which far from diminishing her beauty, it only made her more captivating. At that moment, he felt his mouth dry. He was thirsty to taste that beautiful woman, to possess her.
He knew that Mikasa had led a sheltered existence within the walls of Sina, like a protected princess. It was obvious that she lacked experience in intimate matters, which was a challenge for Eren because he was not gentle with her. On that first day, he realized that if he kissed her lips, there would be no turning back, because he feared that she would take control over him. He had to suppress the incomprehensible feelings he had for the niece of his enemy, Kenny Ackerman. No, he didn't want to feel anything for her. That's why he had only casual encounters with Mikasa, where he was hard on her, hoping to get his fill of her.
And that was what he was going to do now. His cock needed to be embraced by her soft flesh. With purposeful steps, Eren approached Mikasa from behind, sticking close to her body and with one firm movement, made her stand in front of the full-length mirror. She held her breath, her hands trembling slightly in anticipation as she felt Eren's fingers brush the edge of her dress straps.
Suddenly, he slid his hands through the fabric and, with a sudden movement, tore the dress down the back, exposing Mikasa's bare skin. She gasped and tried to turn quickly to hide her back, where scars were visible. She didn't like to be seen or touched in that area, no when the direct light made them even more obvious, but Eren didn't allow her to move and forced her to stay there.
"Please, not like this," she begged, her voice shaking.
Eren did not listen to her. He glided his hand gently over the scars, caressing them. He had heard from Armin that the accident that had killed her parents had left its marks on her. Their eyes met through the mirror and he saw that Mikasa's eyes were bright with suppressed tears as she looked away from him.
She really hated these scars that marked her. Besides, he hadn't stopped to appreciate her skin in those months, he had always gone straight to satisfying his own needs on her.
Does that change anything? Mikasa wondered, holding back the trembling of her shoulders, a sign that she was about to cry.
Eren wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her to his body, planting a soft kiss on her bare shoulder and resting his chin in the hollow of her neck, inhaling her honey scent. She had spent more time preparing for their meeting, knowing that Eren would come to see her, but she had never expected him to touch her back, he tended to ignore her.
With a lowered gaze, Eren wondered if he had hurt her. In the kingdom, women were very careful with their beauty, avoiding scars and using all kinds of treatments. He thought she wasn't that kind of woman, because she didn't need that shit, she was beautiful, like today she looked exquisite, looking at him tearfully, it always turned him on to see her crying, so much that he couldn't stop himself.
He loved seeing her chest heaving and her restless expression that wanted to penetrate her gently, to see her enjoy each slow movement but he reminded himself not to be cautious with a woman with a privileged life. He quickly turned her over in front of him and went straight to sucking on her hard nipples, they were perfect, maintaining a natural harmony with her silhouette, rising proudly but with a delicious sway with every movement she made. Her generous breasts, always inviting to be grasped.
He heard her moan as he bit her sensitive nipple, at first it was soft, but then he bit down hard, mesmerized by the taste. Already too excited, he unbuttoned his pants and pulled out his already erect member. He circled its base with his fingers, moving them up and down to better stimulate the sensations it was provoking in him, leaning her against the edge of the table. He spread her legs and pulled her, running his member through Mikasa's wet folds, smearing her with the slippery liquid that was dripping uncontrollably.
A searing wave of pleasure coursed through Mikasa's every nerve ending, sending her into a state of sublime ecstasy. The powerful sensations and her loud moans forced her to claw mercilessly at his neck as he rubbed her clit with his cock. He enjoyed it, he wanted to see her tremble with pleasure, he wanted to taste, lick and suck everything from her. He lifted his gaze and sucked on her other nipple, watching her beautiful gray eyes batting her wet lashes. She seemed gone and he had barely begun.
Agilely, he slid his lips down her delicate collarbones, sucking shamelessly at her skin, wanting to move to her half-opened red lips but lingering on her neck, kissing and licking mercilessly, never stopped to slide the tip of his glans from her orifice. He knew she liked it by her glorious gasps.
Then with one hard, dry movement, he penetrated her. Mikasa arching against him, the tips of her nipples brushing against the fabric of his shirt. She let out a loud moan that emanated from her throat as the long base pumped rapidly in and out of her. It was her turn to hold onto his shoulders as Eren plunged his cock in faster and faster for several minutes. She wasn't ready for it, so the soft skin inside her wrapped painfully around his penis with each thrust. But that didn't stop him from ramming her hader, faster, and with each impact the sonorous roar of their bodies colliding shook the air in the room.
Eren held her by the buttocks and wrapped her legs around his hip to go deeper into her, and immediately cries of pleasure flooded the place as he moved his penis toward her sublime zone. A hoarse moan escaped his lips, he liked to see her like this, aroused, not showing that noble face he hated so much.
The corner of his lips curved greedily, competing with the low sound of his excited breath filling the air. This time he moved more slowly so as not to overstimulate her, he wanted her to last much longer in this state of ecstasy and with circular motions he watched her pull her head back as she shivered.
She felt like she would die with every thrust, she had no idea how many minutes had passed with his member inside her, but Eren loved to thrust fast and then move slowly as her walls contracted. He didn't let her orgasm easily.
While moans of pleasure echoed across the room. Although Mikasa didn't want to utter them, the intense sensations sweeping through her and again Eren's frantic movements hitting her mercilessly made it impossible for her not to lose control. She was unable to contain the waves of pleasure that drove her to move her hips up and down, squeezing Eren's penis with each vaginal contraction.
She didn't want him to stop, she felt a tingling sensation run through her body as her toes contracted in preparation for the waves of pleasure, but as if Eren knew, he pulled his cock out with a jerk and quickly laid her down on the bed. Her back was greeted by the softness of the mattress, but not a second had passed when he turned her over, placed her on her knees, lifted her buttocks to better expose her vagina and, unable to resist, ran his hot tongue over her, savoring her sweet taste, then noisily sucked her fluids.
Her features tightened into a grimace of surrender as she clung to the sheets, her body trembling as she felt the strong suction of Eren's mouth, greedily pushing his tongue into her core, she didn't want him to stop, she touched the exact spot but he stopped again. In this awkward position on all fours, she turned to him, who smiled as he watched her core contract, begging for more, positioning his member to thrust in with one lunge. But the panic ran through her body. She didn't want to, the last time had been too painful and despite her desire for Eren, she was afraid. And her scars.
"No," she protested as he held her head against the bed, preventing her from pulling away. With all her strength Mikasa tried to get him off of her. She didn't want to in this position. "No, please, no."
"Hush, dear."
He seldom listened to a plea from her, and trying not to hurt her too much by her struggling, he penetrated her from behind, slowly thrusting his cock in but pulling it out again and again.
She moaned loudly. All her nerve endings throbbed in unison as he stroked that magical spot, but without letting the ecstasy build. He was careful.
Eren leaned over her and wrapped his hand around her hair while he grabbed one of her breasts with the other and continued to penetrate her. She kept moaning. Remembering the last time, he had drunkenly forced her to wake up, he had put her in the same position and then thrust his member into her without thinking about it, she was not ready to receive it, so she begged him painfully to stop. The annoyance of her pleas made him stop, leaving her crying on the bed. The next day he gave her a ruby encrusted necklace as an apology. She returned it to him.
Instead, this time he penetrated her deliciously. Her eyelids crinkled in a gesture of complete surrender, a little more and she would be consumed by him.
She was almost at the edge of pleasure. He lifted her hips higher, making her lips press tighter against him. He watched as her loins tried to swallow his cock whole, but it was impossible. He chuckled wryly, although she looked self-righteous, she was actually a lewd woman who demanded attention from his cock every time he buried it in her. He wished he could see her expression, but hearing her loud moans was more than enough. She was a delight. He loosened his grip on her hair and leaned closer to her body to shamelessly suck on her neck, moving down to lick a few scars, and this time she didn't complain. She was too ecstatic to think of anything else, and so was he.
He needed to move faster, her contractions were faster. He immediately grabbed her breasts, squeezing them painfully as he continued to move roughly against her vagina, gasping for breath near her neck. He slid his hands down to Mikasa's stomach, gently exploring her most sensitive areas.
"Do you like it?" he whispered against her neck, his clothes pressed against her back as tears of pleasure ran down Mikasa's face. Eren deepened his penetration, stimulating her clit, thrusting relentlessly, against her G-spot. Pleasure coursed through her body like lightning, the tension reaching its peak, shuddering her.
She let herself be swept away by the sensations, trying to hold on to something, but the overstimulation wouldn't let her. Her whole body convulsed with pleasure, it was the best orgasm she'd ever had. But Eren continued to move against her, a sharp shudder ran through her body. She couldn't take that much pleasure and tried to push away, but he held her in place, moving non-stop, Mikasa bit the sheets, screaming, squeezing his cock hard until with a choked moan Eren's hot fluid spilled out of her.
Her body was trembling from the intense pleasure she had just experienced as she listened to the echo of her ragged breathing. After a few seconds, Eren sat up and embraced her tenderly, planting soft kisses on her bare shoulder, gently touching her crotch. Mikasa relaxed in his comforting arms. For a moment, everything seemed to be perfect. She longed for this moment to last a little longer and deep inside she hoped to become pregnant, believing that a baby could change things between them.
Eren lay down next to her, pulled her on top of him and kissed her forehead. She loved it when he did that, she felt it was a unique gesture between them. She smiled happily as Eren stroked her cheeks. But for some inexplicable reason, Eren stiffened and abruptly pulled away from her. Mikasa looked at him in confusion as he got up from the bed, tucked his member still erect in his pants and he zipped. She wanted to ask him what was wrong, but the words caught in her throat. She hadn't even noticed that he hadn't taken his clothes off. Eren didn't even look at her and left the room without a word, leaving her alone and wondering why.
Mikasa remained motionless as she watched him silently close the door... She felt as if a dagger had pierced her chest.
Tears began to roll down her cheeks as she tried to process what had happened. She felt foolish for always having hope and laughed at herself when she remembered that she had almost talked to him about wanting a child. A child would only be a curse, ignored by him as much as she was.
Crying, she curled up, hugging her knees to her bare chest. Sobs shook her as doubt and fear invaded her. She knew she meant nothing to Eren, but it still hurt deeply to realize that with every encounter.
Leaning against the wall outside the room, Eren ran his hands over his face, exhaling sharply. Mikasa’s sobs still echoed in his ears, raw and relentless. He felt helpless. Only moments before, she had smiled, so radiant that his chest had ached at the sight. He wasn't supposed to feel this way about her, ever. He wasn’t supposed to have any feelings for her.
He clenched his fists helplessly, always running away like a coward, to her pain.
It had to be this way - he whispered the lie to himself until it almost felt true. He couldn’t let himself care, not when her very existence was a reminder of the man who had razed his family to the ground. And still, his need for her burned, an addiction pulling him into her warmth again and again.
As always, he waited with his head bowed, listening as her sobs faded into silence. Only when he was sure she had finally fallen asleep did he turn away, abandoning Mikasa once more to the darkness.
She was doomed to repeat the same thing.