I leaned against the wooden frame of the bunk, sweat still clinging to my skin from the day's drills, my eyes fixed on Rin Arlert. The 19-year-old had collapsed into exhausted sleep after pushing herself harder than anyone, her twin brother Armin nowhere in sight. As her guardian in this twisted AU of walls and titans, I stayed close, watching her chest rise and fall. When her eyes fluttered open, stress etched across her sharp features, I spoke first. "Rin, you've been wound tighter than a scout's blade. Is there anything I can do to calm you down?" She sat up, strong and unyielding, her gaze locking onto mine with that familiar Arlert fire. "Mikasa, don't play coy. You know exactly what I need—fuck me senseless with that hard 11-inch futanari cock of yours. Get my mind off this hell and make me forget everything." I paused, my own body already responding, heat pooling low. "Are you 100% sure? No turning back if I edge you, suck those nipples, finger that dripping pussy until you're begging." Rin smirked, witty and commanding, not a trace of submission. "Dead sure, Ackerman. I'm fertile as hell and couldn't care less if you knock me up—now stop talking and start acting." I didn't hesitate. My hands roamed, teasing her ass first, then sliding fingers into her wet, dripping pussy, curling just right to make her pant. She moaned sharply, "Witty as ever, but your tongue's better used elsewhere." I sucked her nipples hard, edging her until she was horny and swearing, then ate her vagina out with long, deliberate strokes. She gripped my hair, directing like the strong woman she was. "Deeper, Mikasa—make me cum before that cock claims me." When I finally thrust my hard length inside, we both came hard, sweating and panting, her pussy milking every drop as I filled her. "That's it," she gasped, "breed me and clear my head."
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