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The underground cells beneath the military headquarters were colder than usual that night. Flickering lantern light cast long shadows across the stone walls, and the air carried the faint metallic tang of blood and damp earth. Annie Leonhart sat chained to a heavy wooden chair in the center of the interrogation room, her wrists bound tightly behind her back, ankles secured to the chair legs. Her usual stoic expression remained firmly in place, but there was a subtle tension in her shoulders—years of training and survival instincts screaming at her to stay alert.
She had been captured only hours earlier during a chaotic skirmish on the outskirts of the walls. The guards had dragged her here, bruised and disheveled, her blonde hair matted with dirt. They had stripped her of her ODM gear and most of her outer clothing, leaving her in a thin white shirt that clung to her sweat-dampened skin and simple trousers. What they didn’t know—what almost no one knew—was the secret Annie carried beneath those trousers: a thick, heavy cock that she had always kept carefully hidden, a physiological anomaly she had learned to ignore in the brutal world they lived in.
The heavy iron door creaked open. Two guards stepped inside first, their rifles slung over their shoulders, eyes wary as they glanced at the prisoner. Behind them walked Mikasa Ackerman, her red scarf wrapped loosely around her neck, black hair framing her sharp, intense features. Her dark eyes locked onto Annie immediately, a storm of conflicting emotions swirling beneath the surface—rivalry, resentment, something deeper and far more dangerous.
“Leave us,” Mikasa said quietly, her voice steady and commanding. It wasn’t a request.
The guards exchanged uneasy glances. One of them, a burly man with a scar across his cheek, cleared his throat. “Captain Ackerman, protocol says at least two guards must remain present during interrogation of high-value prisoners—”
“I said leave us,” Mikasa repeated, her tone colder now, eyes never leaving Annie’s face. “I will handle this personally. She won’t be going anywhere.”
There was something in Mikasa’s gaze that made the guards hesitate only a moment longer before they nodded reluctantly and filed out, the heavy door slamming shut behind them with a resounding clang. The lock clicked into place, sealing the two women inside the dimly lit room together.
Silence stretched between them. Annie tilted her head slightly, studying Mikasa with those icy blue eyes. A faint smirk tugged at the corner of her lips despite her situation.
“Well… if it isn’t the loyal little guard dog,” Annie drawled, her voice low and mocking. “Come to beat answers out of me? Or did Eren send his attack dog to do the dirty work again?”
Mikasa didn’t rise to the bait. She stepped closer, her boots echoing softly on the stone floor, until she stood directly in front of the bound woman. Up close, Annie could see the faint scars on Mikasa’s hands, the way her uniform hugged her athletic frame. The air between them felt thicker now, charged with years of unresolved tension—their brutal fights, the grudging respect, the strange pull that neither had ever acknowledged out loud.
“I’m not here for Eren,” Mikasa said quietly. Her dark eyes flicked down Annie’s body for the briefest moment before returning to her face. “I’m here for answers. About the Warriors. About Marley. About what you really want.”
Annie let out a soft, bitter laugh. “And you think I’m just going to tell you everything because you asked nicely? Cute.”
Mikasa’s expression remained unreadable. She reached out slowly, her fingers brushing against Annie’s jaw, tilting her head up slightly. The touch was surprisingly gentle for someone known for her lethal precision. Annie’s breath hitched—just barely—but Mikasa noticed.
“You’ve always been stubborn,” Mikasa murmured. “But I know you. I know how to break you.”
Annie’s smirk faltered for a split second. There was something different in Mikasa’s voice tonight—something hungry beneath the calm surface. “Try me, Ackerman.”
Mikasa didn’t reply with words. Instead, she dropped to one knee in front of the chair, her hands moving with deliberate purpose to the front of Annie’s trousers. The blonde’s eyes widened slightly as Mikasa’s fingers worked the buttons open with surprising efficiency, tugging the fabric down just enough to expose what lay beneath.
Annie’s cock, already half-hard from the adrenaline and the charged atmosphere, sprang free—thick, long, and veined, the head flushed a deep pink. It twitched visibly in the cool air of the room as Mikasa’s gaze locked onto it without shame or hesitation.
For the first time, Annie’s composure cracked. “What the—Mikasa, what the fuck are you—”
“Quiet,” Mikasa interrupted softly, her breath ghosting over the sensitive skin. She wrapped one gloved hand around the base, feeling the weight and heat of it pulse against her palm. “You’re going to tell me everything I want to know. And this…” she gave a slow, experimental stroke, watching Annie’s hips jerk involuntarily, “…is how I’m going to get it.”
Annie’s thighs tensed against the restraints, her breathing already growing uneven. She tried to maintain her usual cold mask, but the sudden intimate contact sent sparks shooting up her spine. “You’re insane,” she hissed, though her voice lacked its usual bite. “If you think sucking my dick is going to make me talk—”
Mikasa leaned in closer, her lips brushing teasingly against the tip, her dark eyes flicking up to meet Annie’s. “Then let’s find out.”
Mikasa’s dark eyes never left Annie’s face as she parted her lips and took the flushed head of Annie’s cock into her mouth. The taste was salty, warm, and unmistakably intimate—musky with the faint scent of sweat from the earlier fight. Mikasa’s tongue swirled slowly around the sensitive tip, tracing the ridge beneath the head with deliberate, teasing strokes. Annie’s entire body jerked against the restraints, the chains rattling softly in the quiet room.
“Fuck…” Annie breathed out, her voice strained, trying desperately to keep her usual icy composure. Her hips twitched forward instinctively, but the bindings on her ankles and wrists kept her firmly in place. She could only watch, helpless, as Mikasa’s lips stretched around her thickening length, taking another inch deeper.
Mikasa hummed softly around the cock in her mouth, the vibration sending a jolt straight through Annie’s core. She pulled back slightly, letting her tongue drag along the underside in a long, slow lick from base to tip, collecting the bead of pre-cum that had already formed. “You’re getting hard so quickly,” Mikasa murmured against the slick skin, her voice low and almost clinical, though there was a hint of dark satisfaction in it. “I thought you were supposed to be the unbreakable one.”
Annie’s jaw clenched, her blue eyes narrowing even as her cock throbbed visibly in Mikasa’s grip. “This… doesn’t mean shit,” she growled, though the words came out breathier than she intended. “You think sucking me off will break me? I’ve endured worse than—”
Her sentence cut off in a sharp gasp as Mikasa took her back into her mouth, this time sinking deeper in one smooth motion. Half of Annie’s thick length disappeared between Mikasa’s lips, the wet heat enveloping her completely. Mikasa’s hand stayed wrapped around the base, stroking what she couldn’t yet fit, while her tongue pressed firmly against the vein running along the underside. She bobbed her head slowly at first, establishing a steady rhythm—up and down, with just enough suction to make Annie’s thighs tremble.
The sounds were obscene in the otherwise silent room: the wet slurps of Mikasa’s mouth, the faint rattle of chains, Annie’s increasingly ragged breathing. Mikasa’s scarf had slipped slightly, revealing more of her pale neck as she worked. Her free hand rested on Annie’s thigh, fingers digging into the muscle through the fabric of her trousers, holding her steady.
Annie tried to look away, to focus on the cold stone walls or the flickering lantern, anything to maintain control. But her gaze kept snapping back down to the sight of Mikasa Ackerman—the strongest soldier she’d ever fought—on her knees, lips stretched obscenely around her cock. It was humiliating. It was intoxicating.
“You’re… really doing this,” Annie panted, her voice cracking just a little as Mikasa took her even deeper on the next downstroke. The head of her cock bumped against the back of Mikasa’s throat, and instead of pulling away, Mikasa relaxed her muscles and swallowed around it. A low groan escaped Annie’s throat despite herself. “Shit—Mikasa—”
Mikasa pulled off with a wet pop, strings of saliva connecting her swollen lips to Annie’s glistening cock. She stroked the full length firmly with her hand, twisting her wrist at the head in a way that made Annie’s hips buck. “First question,” Mikasa said calmly, as if they were simply having a conversation and not in the middle of this charged act. Her thumb rubbed circles over the sensitive slit, spreading the leaking pre-cum. “How many Warriors are still active on Paradis? Names.”
Annie laughed breathlessly, though it sounded more like a moan. “Go to hell.”
Mikasa’s response was immediate and merciless. She dove back down, taking Annie’s cock to the hilt this time—deepthroating her fully with practiced ease. Her nose pressed against the trimmed blonde curls at the base, throat constricting rhythmically around the thick shaft. She held there for several long seconds, eyes watering slightly but never breaking eye contact, before pulling back just enough to breathe through her nose and start a faster, more intense rhythm.
The blowjob shifted into its second, more relentless phase. Mikasa’s head moved quicker now, bobbing with purpose, cheeks hollowing as she sucked hard. One hand pumped the base in time with her mouth while the other reached lower, cupping and gently massaging Annie’s balls, rolling them between her fingers. The dual stimulation was overwhelming. Annie’s head fell back against the chair, a broken groan tearing from her lips as pleasure coiled tight in her gut.
“F-fuck… you’re too good at this,” Annie hissed through gritted teeth, her usual cold mask shattering further with every wet slide of Mikasa’s tongue. “Where did the perfect little Ackerman learn to suck cock like a whore?”
Mikasa didn’t answer with words. Instead, she doubled her efforts—sucking harder, taking Annie deeper, letting her throat relax completely so every thrust of her mouth felt like it was fucking into tight, wet heat. She hummed again, the vibrations traveling straight down Annie’s shaft, making her cock twitch and leak more pre-cum down Mikasa’s throat. Mikasa swallowed every drop greedily, never once gagging, her technique flawless and focused entirely on breaking Annie’s will.
Annie’s breathing grew louder, more desperate. Her hips tried to thrust up into the heat despite the restraints, chasing the building pressure. The chains dug into her wrists as she strained, muscles flexing under her thin shirt. Sweat beaded on her forehead, trickling down her temple. She could feel her orgasm approaching far too quickly—Mikasa’s mouth was relentless, hot, and impossibly skilled.
Just as Annie’s thighs began to shake and her cock started to pulse warningly in Mikasa’s mouth, the dark-haired woman pulled off completely. She kept her hand stroking slowly, keeping Annie right on the agonizing edge but denying her release. Annie let out a frustrated growl, her hips jerking uselessly.
“Not yet,” Mikasa said softly, her voice slightly hoarse from the deepthroating but still steady. Her lips were shiny and swollen, a thin string of saliva and pre-cum still connecting her to Annie’s throbbing cock. “You haven’t answered my question. Warriors. Names. Now.”
Annie’s chest heaved, her blue eyes dark with a mix of fury and raw lust. She wanted to refuse. She wanted to spit defiance in Mikasa’s face. But the ache in her denied cock and the memory of that perfect, unrelenting mouth made her hesitate.
“Reiner… Bertholdt… but Bertholdt’s dead,” Annie finally bit out, her voice rough. “You already know that. There’s… there’s more, but I’m not—”
Mikasa leaned in again, her tongue flicking teasingly over the head before she took just the tip back into her mouth, sucking lightly while her hand continued its torturous slow strokes. It was enough to keep Annie throbbing and desperate, but not enough to push her over.
“More,” Mikasa demanded around the cock in her mouth, the word muffled but clear. She sank down again, resuming the intense, wet rhythm—sucking, licking, deepthroating in long, controlled strokes that made Annie see stars.
Annie’s resolve cracked further with every bob of Mikasa’s head. Moans slipped out unbidden now, louder and more broken. Her body betrayed her completely, cock rock-hard and leaking steadily into Mikasa’s eager mouth.
“Fine—there’s a small cell… hidden near the coast… two more Warriors… I don’t know their names yet—” Annie gasped out between pants, her hips straining. “That’s all I have right now, I swear—”
Mikasa hummed approvingly around her cock, rewarding the information with deeper suction and faster strokes. But she still didn’t let Annie come.
Mikasa kept her mouth working relentlessly around Annie’s throbbing cock, sucking with a steady, punishing rhythm that left no room for recovery. The wet, obscene sounds filled the dimly lit interrogation room—loud slurps, the occasional gag that Mikasa quickly suppressed, and the rhythmic slap of her fist pumping the base in time with her bobbing head. Annie’s thick length glistened with saliva and pre-cum, veins standing out prominently as it pulsed hotly between Mikasa’s lips.
Every time Annie’s hips twitched upward, desperate for more friction, Mikasa would pull back just enough to deny her, only to dive down again and take her even deeper. The head of Annie’s cock repeatedly breached the tight ring of Mikasa’s throat, the muscles there contracting around it in a way that made Annie’s vision blur. Mikasa’s dark eyes stayed locked upward, watching every flicker of pleasure and frustration cross Annie’s usually impassive face. It was a power play—pure and simple—and Mikasa was winning.
“More,” Mikasa demanded again after pulling off for a brief breath, her voice husky and rough from the prolonged deepthroating. Strings of saliva dripped from her swollen lower lip onto the slick shaft. She gave a slow, twisting stroke with her hand, thumb pressing firmly under the head. “Tell me about Marley’s plans for Paradis. The next phase. The Colossal Titan—how are they planning to use it next?”
Annie’s head lolled back against the wooden chair, her blonde hair sticking to her sweat-slicked forehead. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, the thin white shirt clinging transparently to her breasts and toned abdomen. She could feel her balls tightening, the pressure building dangerously close to the edge again. The denial was maddening. Mikasa had edged her twice already with that perfect mouth, and each time the pleasure crested higher, only to be yanked away.
“You’re… enjoying this too much, Ackerman,” Annie rasped, trying to inject venom into her words even as a broken moan slipped out when Mikasa’s tongue swirled around the sensitive frenulum. “Does Eren know his precious protector is on her knees sucking enemy cock like it’s her favorite meal?”
Mikasa didn’t answer with words. Instead, she sank down again, taking Annie to the hilt in one fluid motion. Her nose pressed flush against Annie’s pelvis, throat bulging slightly from the thick intrusion. She held herself there, swallowing repeatedly around the shaft, the rhythmic contractions milking Annie’s cock with devastating precision. Annie’s restrained hands clenched into fists behind her back, chains rattling loudly as her entire body strained forward.
“Fuuuck—!” Annie’s voice cracked, her cool facade crumbling further. Her cock twitched violently in Mikasa’s throat, leaking a steady stream of pre-cum that Mikasa swallowed greedily. The dark-haired woman stayed down for long seconds, eyes watering but determined, before finally pulling back with a gasp. She immediately replaced her mouth with her hand, stroking fast and tight while her lips kissed and sucked along the side of the shaft, tracing every vein.
“Answer me,” Mikasa whispered against the wet skin, her breath hot. She took one of Annie’s balls into her mouth, sucking gently while her hand continued pumping the full length. Then she switched, lavishing the other with the same attention before returning to the head and sucking hard again. The combination of mouth, tongue, and firm strokes was overwhelming. Annie’s thighs quivered uncontrollably against the chair legs.
“The next phase…” Annie panted, her voice hoarse and broken. She was speaking now—not because she wanted to, but because the pleasure was too intense to fight. Every word came out between gasps and moans. “They’re… planning another breach… larger force this time. The Colossal… they want to use it as a distraction while… while infantry lands near the southern coast. I don’t know the exact timing—ah, shit—stop teasing and just let me—”
Mikasa rewarded the partial confession by taking Annie back into her mouth and sucking with renewed vigor. This time she didn’t hold back at all. Her head moved faster, cheeks hollowed, tongue pressing flat and firm along the underside. She deepthroated Annie repeatedly, letting the head slide deep into her throat with wet, gagging sounds that only seemed to spur her on. One hand stroked what her mouth couldn’t reach while the other reached up to pinch and roll Annie’s nipple through the thin shirt, adding another layer of stimulation.
Annie’s moans grew louder, less controlled. Her usual stoic mask was gone, replaced by flushed cheeks, parted lips, and eyes half-lidded with overwhelming lust. “Mikasa… fuck, your mouth— it’s too good… I’m close again—”
Annie’s cock had just begun to pulse harder in Mikasa’s mouth, the thick shaft swelling against her tongue as the first warning throbs of orgasm built deep in Annie’s core. But Mikasa pulled off at the last possible second, her lips leaving the glistening head with a wet pop. A thick string of saliva and pre-cum stretched between her swollen mouth and Annie’s throbbing, denied cock before it finally broke.
Annie let out a frustrated, almost whimpering growl, her hips bucking uselessly into empty air. The heavy length of her dick slapped wetly against her own stomach, angry red and leaking steadily, the veins standing out prominently. Her balls felt tight and aching, denied release for the third torturous time. “You fucking bitch,” she hissed through clenched teeth, voice raw and shaking with need. “Finish it. Let me cum, damn you—”
Mikasa said nothing.
She rose slowly from her knees, her dark eyes locked onto Annie’s flushed face with that same intense, unreadable stare. The lantern light flickered across her features, highlighting the slight sheen of sweat on her forehead and the way her lips glistened from the long, messy blowjob. Without a single word, Mikasa reached down to her own uniform. Her gloved hands moved with deliberate, efficient motions as she unbuckled her belt. The leather whispered as it slid free. She unbuttoned her trousers and pushed them down her toned legs along with her underwear in one smooth motion, kicking both aside until she stood bare from the waist down.
Annie’s breath caught sharply in her throat.
Mikasa’s lower body was a masterpiece of lean muscle and pale skin—strong thighs sculpted from years of ODM training, powerful calves, and the smooth, hairless mound of her pussy already visibly slick with arousal. A faint trail of wetness glistened on her inner thighs, evidence of just how much the act of edging and sucking Annie had affected her. The red scarf still hung loosely around her neck, and her uniform jacket and shirt remained fully on above the waist, creating a stark, erotic contrast with her complete nudity below.
Mikasa stepped closer to the bound chair, her bare feet silent on the cold stone floor. She said nothing. No questions. No demands for more information. The interrogation seemed to have vanished from her mind entirely, replaced by something far more primal.
Annie’s cock twitched hard at the sight, a fresh bead of pre-cum dripping down the thick shaft. “Mikasa… what the hell are you—”
Still silent, Mikasa climbed onto the chair, straddling Annie’s lap with athletic grace. The wooden seat creaked under their combined weight. Annie’s thick, veined cock stood upright between them, the hot length pressing against Mikasa’s slick folds as she settled her weight. Mikasa reached down with one hand, wrapping her fingers around the heavy base of Annie’s dick, and guided the swollen head to her entrance.
She sank down slowly.
The first inch stretched her open, her tight, dripping pussy lips parting around the thick girth. Mikasa’s breath hitched softly, but she didn’t stop. She continued lowering herself, taking more and more of Annie’s big cock inside her body. The wet, slick sounds of her arousal coating every inch filled the room as she impaled herself inch by inch. Annie’s cock was thick enough that Mikasa could feel every ridge and vein dragging along her inner walls, filling her completely in a way that made her thighs tremble.
When she finally bottomed out, Annie’s full length buried deep inside her pussy, Mikasa let out a long, shuddering exhale. Her hands gripped Annie’s shoulders tightly for balance, fingers digging into the fabric of the thin white shirt. For a moment she stayed still, savoring the overwhelming fullness, her inner muscles clenching rhythmically around the invading cock.
Then she began to move.
Mikasa rolled her hips experimentally at first, grinding down in slow, deep circles that made Annie’s cock stir inside her. The wet squelch of her pussy taking every inch was loud and obscene. She rose up until only the head remained inside her, then sank back down hard, taking Annie to the hilt again. The rhythm built steadily—slow at first, then faster, more purposeful. Mikasa fucked herself on Annie’s cock with single-minded intensity, her strong thighs flexing with every rise and fall.
Annie’s head fell back against the chair, a broken moan tearing from her lips. The chains rattled as she instinctively tried to thrust up, but the restraints kept her mostly pinned. All she could do was feel—feel the tight, scorching heat of Mikasa’s pussy gripping her cock like a vice, the slick walls fluttering and squeezing around her with every downward thrust. “Shit… Mikasa… you’re so fucking tight,” Annie groaned, her voice hoarse. “You’re dripping all over me…”
Mikasa still said nothing. Her dark eyes were half-lidded, focused entirely on the sensation of Annie’s big dick stretching and filling her. She rode harder now, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing off the stone walls. Her bare ass bounced against Annie’s thighs with every drop, her slick arousal coating Annie’s cock and balls, making everything wet and messy. The red scarf swayed with her movements, brushing against her clothed chest.
She leaned forward slightly, changing the angle so Annie’s thick cock dragged perfectly against that sensitive spot inside her with every thrust. A soft, breathy moan finally escaped Mikasa’s lips—the first sound she had made since she stopped questioning. Her pace quickened, becoming almost desperate. She fucked herself faster, deeper, chasing the pleasure that had been building in her since the moment she dropped to her knees.
Annie could only watch, mesmerized and aching, as the usually stoic Mikasa lost herself completely in riding her cock. The interrogation was forgotten. The questions about Marley, the Warriors, the plans—none of it mattered anymore. There was only the wet heat of Mikasa’s pussy swallowing her dick over and over, the tight clench of her walls, and the erotic sight of her rival using her body for her own pleasure.
Mikasa’s movements grew more erratic, her breathing ragged. She planted her feet more firmly on the floor for leverage and began bouncing harder, slamming herself down onto Annie’s lap with enough force to make the heavy wooden chair creak dangerously. Her inner thighs were slick and shiny with her own juices. Every time she bottomed out, a fresh gush of wetness coated Annie’s cock and dripped down onto the seat beneath them.
“Fuck… you feel so good,” Annie panted, her own orgasm building rapidly again now that she was finally buried inside that perfect, gripping heat. “Ride me harder, Ackerman… use me—”
Mikasa’s only response was to obey her own body’s demands. She rode Annie’s big dick with complete abandon, forgetting everything else in the world except the thick length stretching her open and the mounting pleasure coiling tighter and tighter in her core.
Mikasa’s hips slammed down again and again, taking every thick inch of Annie’s cock deep into her dripping pussy. The wet, rhythmic slap of skin against skin filled the interrogation room, growing louder and more frantic with every bounce. Her strong thighs flexed powerfully as she rode the bound blonde, her bare ass rippling each time she dropped hard onto Annie’s lap.
Slick arousal coated Annie’s thick shaft and dripped messily down her balls, soaking the wooden seat beneath them. Mikasa’s breathing had become ragged, soft gasps escaping her parted lips as she chased the overwhelming pleasure building inside her.
Annie’s head was thrown back against the chair Every downward thrust forced a broken moan from her throat. The tight, scorching heat of Mikasa’s pussy gripped her cock like a vice, fluttering and squeezing around her with every roll of those powerful hips. The chains rattled loudly as Annie strained against her restraints, desperate to thrust up and meet Mikasa’s movements, but the bindings held her firmly in place. She could only take it—only feel her rival fucking herself senseless on her dick.
Mikasa’s dark eyes were glassy with lust, her usual stoic mask completely shattered. She had forgotten the interrogation entirely. No more questions about Marley, no more demands for names or plans. There was only the thick stretch of Annie’s cock splitting her open, the wet heat, and the burning need to cum.
Without warning, Mikasa leaned forward, her clothed chest pressing against Annie’s face. Her hands moved to the front of her shirt. In one sharp, violent motion, Mikasa ripped the fabric open. Buttons flew across the stone floor as the shirt tore down the middle, exposing Mikasa pale, toned breasts and hardened nipples to the cool air of the room.
Annie gasped sharply at the sudden exposure, her blue eyes widening. Before she could say anything, Mikasa grabbed the back of Annie’s head with one hand, fingers tangling roughly in her blonde hair, and pulled her forward.
“Suck,” Mikasa ordered, her voice low, hoarse, and commanding for the first time since she had stopped asking questions.
She shoved one of her own breasts toward Annie’s mouth, the pale, soft mound with its stiff pink nipple brushing against Annie’s lips. Annie hesitated for only a split second — then her mouth opened obediently. She latched onto Mikasa’s tit, sucking hard, her tongue swirling around the sensitive nipple. The wet, obscene sounds of her sucking mixed with the constant wet slap of Mikasa’s pussy riding her cock.
Mikasa moaned openly now, a deep, throaty sound that echoed off the walls. She kept one hand fisted in Annie’s hair, holding her firmly against her chest while her hips never stopped moving. She rode Annie harder, faster, grinding down in deep, rolling circles that made Annie’s thick cock drag perfectly against her g-spot with every thrust.
Annie sucked greedily, switching from one breast to the other as Mikasa offered them. Her lips sealed tightly around the stiff nipple, sucking with wet, hungry pulls while her tongue flicked and swirled. She even grazed her teeth lightly against the sensitive flesh, drawing another sharp moan from Mikasa. Saliva dripped down Mikasa’s tits and onto Annie’s chin as she worshipped them, her mouth hot and eager.
The new stimulation pushed Mikasa closer to the edge. Her pussy clenched rhythmically around Annie’s cock, squeezing tighter with every bounce. She could feel every vein, every ridge of the thick shaft stretching her walls as she slammed herself down again and again. Her juices ran freely, coating Annie’s lap and making the slide even wetter and messier.
Annie’s muffled moans vibrated against Mikasa’s breasts as she sucked harder, her own orgasm rapidly rebuilding after all the earlier edging. The tight, fluttering heat around her dick combined with the taste and weight of Mikasa’s tits in her mouth was driving her insane. She sucked noisily, alternating between long, deep pulls and quick flicks of her tongue, occasionally pulling off just enough to drag her tongue across the soft underside of Mikasa’s breast before latching on again.
Mikasa’s pace became erratic and desperate. She fucked herself on Annie’s cock with wild abandon, her hips snapping down hard enough to make the heavy chair scrape against the stone floor. Her free hand braced against Annie’s torn-open shirt, fingers digging into the exposed skin of her chest for leverage. Sweat glistened on both their bodies. Mikasa’s scarf had slipped completely to the side, hanging loosely as her chest heaved with every breath.
“Fuck… Annie…” Mikasa finally gasped, the name slipping out like a prayer as pleasure coiled tighter and tighter in her core. She ground down hard, rotating her hips so the head of Annie’s cock pressed relentlessly against that perfect spot inside her.
Annie responded by sucking even harder on Mikasa’s tit, her tongue lashing the nipple while her teeth grazed the sensitive skin. The wet, filthy sounds of her mouth on Mikasa’s breasts mixed with the loud, sloppy sounds of Mikasa’s pussy taking her cock over and over.
The pressure finally became too much.
Mikasa’s entire body tensed. Her thighs locked around Annie’s hips as she slammed down one final time, burying Annie’s thick cock to the hilt inside her. A loud, broken cry tore from her throat as her orgasm crashed through her. Her pussy spasmed violently around the invading length, squeezing and milking Annie’s cock in powerful, rhythmic contractions. Fresh waves of slick arousal gushed out around the base, soaking them both as she came hard.
The intense clenching of Mikasa’s orgasm pushed Annie over the edge immediately after. With a muffled groan against Mikasa’s breast, Annie’s cock swelled and erupted deep inside her. Thick, hot ropes of cum flooded Mikasa’s pussy, pulse after pulse filling her until it started to leak out around the tight seal of her folds. Annie’s hips jerked as much as the chains allowed, her body shaking with the force of her long-denied release.
They stayed locked together like that for several long moments — Mikasa still seated fully on Annie’s cock, her tits pressed against Annie’s face as the blonde continued to lazily suck and lick at her nipples through the aftershocks. Mikasa’s breathing was heavy, her body trembling with the intensity of her climax. Slowly, she loosened her grip on Annie’s hair, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she kept Annie’s mouth on her breasts, enjoying the soft, wet warmth as they both came down.
The room fell quiet except for their ragged breathing and the occasional wet sound of Annie’s tongue still lazily circling Mikasa’s nipple. The interrogation was long forgotten. The questions, the answers, the war — none of it mattered in this stolen, private moment.
Mikasa finally shifted slightly, feeling Annie’s softening cock still buried deep inside her, their combined fluids dripping slowly onto the chair. She looked down at the bound woman beneath her, Annie’s face flushed, lips swollen from sucking her tits, eyes hazy with satisfaction.