As the water finally tapered off, the shower's steam lingered like a veil of sin, wrapping around our spent bodies in a humid embrace. Mikasa slumped against the tiled wall, her chest heaving, rivulets of water tracing paths down her toned abdomen, pooling in the dip of her navel before spilling over the slick mound of her pussy.
Her dark hair clung to her shoulders in wet strands, framing a face flushed with ecstasy, her lips parted in ragged breaths. "Fuuuck, Eren… that was… ohhh, God," she moaned, her voice a husky whisper that echoed off the walls, her thighs trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasm. Pieck leaned against me, her curves pressed into my side, her breath hot against my ear as she nuzzled my neck. "Mmm, Eren, you fucking animal," she purred, her fingers trailing lazily down my chest, grazing the sensitive skin where her nails had left faint red marks.
My cock, still semi-hard and slick with a mix of our fluids, twitched at her touch, a reminder that this hunger was far from sated.
I reached for the towels hanging on the heated rack, the soft fabric a stark contrast to the raw intensity we'd just shared. Wrapping one around Mikasa first, I pulled her close, drying her skin with gentle strokes that belied the fire still burning in my veins. Her nipples pebbled under the towel, hard and begging for attention, and she let out a soft, "Ohhh, Eren," as I brushed over them deliberately, watching her eyes darken with renewed desire.
Pieck grabbed her own towel, but instead of drying herself, she draped it over my shoulders, using it to pull me in for a deep, lingering kiss. Her tongue invaded my mouth, tasting of salt and our mingled essences, her moan vibrating against my lips. "Don't think we're done yet," she whispered, her hand slipping down to cup my balls, squeezing gently, making me groan into her mouth.
We stumbled out of the bathroom, the cool air of the bedroom a shock against our overheated skin. The bed was a wreck—sheets twisted and stained, pillows scattered from last night's frenzy—but none of us cared. Mikasa collapsed onto the edge, her towel slipping open to reveal the curve of her breast, the pink tip of her nipple peeking out.
"I… I need a moment," she panted, but her eyes flicked to my cock, which was hardening again under their gazes. Pieck smirked, dropping her towel entirely, her naked body on full display—hips swaying as she sauntered to the dresser. "No time for rest, loves. I'm starving… for food this time." She laughed, a throaty sound that sent a jolt straight to my groin. "Let's make breakfast. Or brunch. Whatever the fuck time it is."
The kitchen downstairs was bathed in mid-morning light, the sun streaming through the large windows overlooking the secluded backyard. It was a modern space—granite counters, stainless steel appliances—but right now, it felt like an extension of our bedroom, charged with the same electric tension.
Mikasa, wrapped in a silk robe that barely contained her curves, rummaged through the fridge, her ass peeking out as she bent over. "Eggs? Bacon? Or something sweeter?" she asked, her voice innocent, but the way she glanced over her shoulder at me was anything but.
Pieck, still gloriously nude, hopped onto the counter, her legs dangling, her pussy exposed and glistening faintly in the light. "Mmm, sweet sounds good," she moaned, spreading her thighs slightly, her fingers tracing lazy circles around her navel. My mouth watered, not just for food.
I moved behind Mikasa, pressing my body against hers, my hardening cock nestling between her ass cheeks through the thin robe. "Let me help," I murmured, my hands sliding around her waist, untieing the sash. The robe fell open, exposing her breasts, and she gasped, "Eren, ohhh, fuck," as I cupped them, thumbs flicking her nipples.
They hardened instantly, like diamonds under my touch, and she arched back into me, her moan loud and needy. Pieck watched, her eyes hooded, one hand slipping between her legs to rub her clit slowly. "Fuuuck, you two are so hot," she groaned, her fingers dipping into her wetness, the slick sounds filling the kitchen.
We abandoned the fridge, food forgotten for the moment. I spun Mikasa around, lifting her onto the counter beside Pieck. Their bodies side by side were a feast— Mikasa's athletic frame contrasting Pieck's softer curves, both flushed and ready. I knelt between them, my face level with their pussies.
Mikasa's was shaved smooth, lips puffy and pink, still leaking a mix of my cum and her arousal from the shower. Pieck's had a neat strip of dark curls, her folds slick and inviting. "Spread for me," I commanded, my voice rough with lust. They obeyed, Mikasa's moan a desperate "Yes, Eren, ohhh," as she parted her thighs wide, her clit throbbing visibly. Pieck echoed her, "Mmm, eat us, Eren," her hips bucking slightly in anticipation.
I started with Mikasa, burying my face in her pussy, tongue lapping at her entrance, tasting the salty-sweet mix of us. She screamed, "Fuuuck, Eren, right there!" her hands fisting my hair, pulling me closer. Her juices flooded my mouth, hot and musky, as I sucked her clit, swirling my tongue around the sensitive bud.
Pieck's hand reached over, pinching Mikasa's nipple, twisting it gently, eliciting another moan. "Ohhh, Pieck, yes," Mikasa wailed, her body trembling. I switched to Pieck, my tongue plunging into her depths, the taste slightly different—earthier, with a hint of spice from her natural musk. "Eren, fuuuck, your tongue!" she cried, grinding against my face, her arousal smearing across my cheeks.
They kissed above me, their moans mingling as tongues danced, breasts pressing together. Mikasa's hand found Pieck's pussy, fingers sliding in alongside my tongue, fucking her in tandem. "Mmm, feel that?" Mikasa moaned into Pieck's mouth. Pieck nodded, her scream muffled, "Ohhh, yes, deeper!" I mirrored the action on Mikasa, two fingers curling inside her, hitting that spot that made her walls clench.
The kitchen echoed with wet slurps, gasps, and the slap of skin as they writhed. Mikasa came first, her pussy spasming around my fingers, juices squirting onto my chin. "Eren, I'm… fuuuck!" she howled, her body convulsing. Pieck followed, her orgasm crashing like a wave, "Yes, ohhh God!" her cum coating my tongue.
I stood, my cock aching, precum beading at the tip. "On your knees," I growled. They slid off the counter, kneeling before me, their faces upturned, mouths open like hungry birds. Mikasa took me first, her lips wrapping around the head, sucking hard, her tongue swirling. "Mmm, Eren, you taste so good," she moaned around my shaft, vibrations sending shocks through me.
Pieck licked the base, her tongue tracing the veins, then sucking my balls into her mouth one by one. "Fuuuck, Pieck," I groaned, my hands guiding their heads. They traded, Pieck deep-throating me, gagging slightly but pushing further, tears in her eyes from the effort. Mikasa licked the shaft as it emerged, their saliva mixing, dripping down.
The guilt hit me then, a sharp pang amid the pleasure. Mikasa was my everything—my love, my anchor in this chaotic world. Yet here I was, fucking her best friend, indulging in this forbidden triangle. But the lust drowned it out, especially as Mikasa looked up at me, eyes shining with a mix of adoration and raw desire. "I love you, Eren," she whispered, before taking me deep again. Pieck smirked, "And I love fucking you both." It was complicated, messy, but in that moment, it felt right.
I pulled them up, bending Mikasa over the counter. Her ass presented perfectly, pussy dripping. "Fuck me, Eren," she begged, wiggling her hips. I thrust in, bottoming out in one stroke, her tightness gripping me like a glove. "Ohhh, yes! Harder!" she screamed, pushing back. Pieck climbed onto the counter in front of her, spreading her legs. "Eat me while he fucks you," she commanded. Mikasa dove in, tongue lapping at Pieck's pussy, moans muffled by the folds. "Fuuuck, Mikasa, your tongue!" Pieck wailed, hands in Mikasa's hair.
I pounded Mikasa relentlessly, the slap of our skin loud, her juices splashing with each thrust. My thumb circled her asshole, pressing in slightly, making her clench. "Eren, ohhh, fuck my ass too?" she moaned, the idea sending a thrill through me.
But I held off, focusing on her pussy, feeling her build again. Pieck came on Mikasa's face, juices coating her chin. "Yes, drink it!" Pieck cried. Mikasa's orgasm hit, walls milking my cock. "Eren, cum inside me!" she pleaded. I did, ropes of hot cum filling her, overflowing as I pulled out.
We weren't done. Pieck pulled me to the living room, the plush rug soft under our feet. "My turn," she said, pushing me down and straddling me reverse cowgirl. Her ass bounced as she rode, pussy swallowing my cock. "Fuuuck, Eren, so deep!" Mikasa watched, fingering herself, then joined, sitting on my face. "Eat my cum-filled pussy," she moaned, grinding down. I lapped at her, tasting myself mixed with her, the taboo making it hotter. Their moans filled the room—Pieck's high-pitched wails, Mikasa's deep groans.
We switched positions endlessly: Mikasa on all fours, me fucking her from behind while Pieck licked her clit; Pieck bent over the couch, Mikasa using a strap-on we'd grabbed from upstairs (a toy from our secret drawer), fucking her ass while I took her pussy in a double penetration that had her screaming incoherently. "Ohhh, fuuuck, both holes!" Pieck howled, her body shaking. Sweat poured off us, the air thick with sex, bodies slick and sliding.
Hours blurred. We paused for water, fruit—strawberries fed mouth to mouth, juices dripping down chins like cum. But lust reignited quickly. In the backyard, under the privacy fence, we fucked on the grass, the sun warming our skin. Mikasa rode me, breasts bouncing, while Pieck sat on my face again. "Eren, ohhh, your tongue in my ass!" Pieck moaned as I rimmed her. Neighbors might hear, but we didn't care.
As afternoon faded, we collapsed back in bed, bodies entwined. My cock, raw but still twitching, nestled between them. "What now?" I whispered, guilt resurfacing. Mikasa kissed me softly. "We keep going. I… I like this." Pieck nodded, "Me too. But let's make it official—threesome forever?" We laughed, but the idea stuck.
Yet, deep down, I wondered if this paradise could last. Rumors of old enemies stirring—titans, or whatever ghosts from our past—flickered in my mind. But for now, pleasure ruled.
The evening brought new fire. Dinner was takeout, eaten naked on the floor, fingers feeding each other, leading to more. Pieck sucked sauce off my cock, Mikasa licked it from Pieck's tits. We fucked through the night, exploring every fantasy: bondage with scarves, roleplay where I was the captor, they my willing slaves. "Master, fuck your sluts," they moaned in unison.
By dawn, exhausted but sated, we slept. But the story was far from over—new chapters of lust awaited.
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