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Transgression	By : Dawn_223 Category: +. to F > Attack on Titan /Shingeki No Kyojin Views: 8816 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Trangression
- 1
The words that exited the geezer’s mouth couldn’t have been more sinister. The boy played them again in his mind to remind himself of their reality, the pure whiteness of the Chapel seeming stained and misrepresented. Everything about this ordeal was evil.
You need to ingest his spinal fluid, Historia, is what Reiss had said. You must eat Eren.
Even still, the words did not fully register in the boy’s consciousness. If the youthful girl was destined to ingest such an integral part of his body, it would surely kill him. More than that, the geezer suggested Historia should eat him. Would Eren simply exist in a state of semi consciousness in the stomach of a Titan woman, like he had seen before he earned his Titan powers? How long would it take for his life to wither away?
Eren glared at Reiss for a long while, his bare shoulder threatening to pull from their sockets in the taut chains around his wrists. He wasn’t completely horrified by the idea. Like sour milk seeping in the cracks of floorboards, a foul relief poured into Eren’s veins. If the prodigy was truly fated for death, being eaten would not be so bad. His father, after all, had not been the hero Eren had idolized him to be. There was darkness to his bloodline, something threatening that required immediate banishment, while Historia’s contained hope.
The girl looked somewhat pathetic, looking at the syringe in her hands like it was a cursed jewel. As short as she was, with Eren was positioned low, she appeared taller than reality. There was one clear solution to all the abolished humanity’s suffering. The teen realized when he looked upon the terrified stare of Historia, that he wanted her to kill him.
Eren tried to make his thoughts known, but it merely came forth as a muffled struggling through the gag.
“Is… Isn’t there any other way?” Historia asked her father, “After all these years, is this really what I must do?”
Don’t worry, Historia! Eren screamed through the gag, just kill me. Please. I don’t want to live anymore.
No one understood.
The teen was uncertain if the sentiment reached the young girl’s soul, for she continued to stare as if he was contagious. It was nothing compared to Reiss. When Historia’s father grinned, it was like a punch to the stomach. It was one of the creepiest smiles Eren had ever seen. His eyes became slits and beamed with a bizarre hunger. Only Titans glared like that. Did the geezer want to eat him too?
“There is one more way,” the man said, taking one step toward Eren, “It is not history’s preferred method of transferring memories, but it has been done.”
“Please tell me.” Historia assured, “I don’t care if it’s strange. I want to know all the choices I have.”
The geezer’s lips formed a thin line that only just curved at the edges, like he had never known the true meaning of happiness. The minute twitch of his bristling moustache only made it worse.
Eren’s muscles tense at the sight. Anyone with that expression would not let them get away that easily. The teen didn’t take his eyes off the blackened pupils, which were slowly widening like a piteous crater.
“The other way to take on Eren’s memories,” he said slowly, “is to ingest his semen.”
The man paused to gage the reaction of his audience, but there was dead silence. Despite his immediate revolution, Eren knew there must be more to the story.
“There is method to the lunacy, but it is a largely forgotten ritual.” Reiss continued, pacing, “It was the Church that disagreed with this method. Tradition has favoured violence to natural procreating functions. What does this say about human nature, I wonder?”
You’re sick! Eren screamed, pulling on his shackles, but it only came forth as a muffle. If the man was suggesting his daughter drink his sperm, or whatever the hell it was, he could die right now. Biting down, the teen tried to draw blood from his tongue, but the gag was positioned in such a way it was impossible. He let out a sound of disappointment.
Historia’s eyes widened, but she watched Eren with a blank curiosity. What did she think about this? She couldn’t be crazy enough to consider it?
“Semen.” The girl murmured, as though trying to remember what the word meant, “H-How is the ritual performed? Is it very…. Are there many rules?”
The blonde turned to her father, a look of interest in her eyes, but also a grave hesitation. What was wrong with her? Why didn’t she make herself a Titan and kill that bastard?
Her father laughed, “The words of the chant must be said with clarity and precision.” He paused, searching his daughter for signs of distress, “as to specifics, the verses are repeated in order and the ritual finishes by mouth.”
So there was no means to preserve his modesty? Historia would have to…?
For a split second an image of the blonde appeared in his head, peering at him with big eyes on her knees. With a simultaneous flash of dismay the image faded.
The soldier was so shocked he couldn’t even put words to the emotion poisoning his body.
Eren heart pumped in his ears as he saw the geezer’s eyes glance momentarily at Historia’s small mouth, inspecting it. Was this all a joke? Being a virgin, he had never been kissed; much less have someone take him in their mouth. Just pondering the meaning of the words was enough to make his head spin. There was no way the heir to the throne would demoralize herself in such a way. No sane person would agree to such a ridiculous ritual. Eren agreed with the Church. Resorting to violence was far easier than engaging in the crude display.
Yet, the silence continued and Historia didn’t decline. The soldier watched, astounded, as the young girl raised her fingers to her lips and touched them, tracing each dry crevice in them. It was like she needed a reminder that she had a mouth and body. She couldn’t be thinking of saying yes?
This couldn’t happen. With a lurch, he yanked on his shackles, not caring that the metal cut into his skin. It burned, but he continued to flail. Historia turns to him, face stern like Mikasa.
“I’m going to let him talk.” She says, simply, “I want to know his opinion.”
Eren squirms in protest as Historia bends down on her knees; puts the syringe to one side, places a gentle hand around his head and slowly unravelled the gag. It falls to the ground and the teen gasps for breath, relieved to feel the silky, cool air in his lungs.
“You can’t do this, Historia!” he blurts out, trying to break free from the chains, “He could be trying to trick you. Don’t listen to him! End all humanity’s suffering by killing me. Don’t put yourself through this!”
Historia looks angry. She stands back up again and is so close Eren can make out every scratch and piece of dirt on her skin. “I don’t want to kill you!”
“P-please,” Eren begs, tears filling his eyes, “I deserve it. You know what I’ve done. Please eat me and make it end!”
The words echo around the hall and fade with no response. Overwhelmed with helplessness and indignity, Eren burst into uncontrollable, defeated sobs, the vibrations rattle the chains. How could Historia not see himself the way he did? What kind of sickness lay inside her? He had respected his comrade’s opinion and thought she would make the smart decision.
“I…” Historia blushed and gulped, “I don’t think this ritual is superior, but I’d rather do that then kill you.”
“You’re wrong!” Eren pleaded, his words distorted from grief, “Please kill me!”
“Quiet.” Historia’s father commanded and he took a step toward Eren, “Historia is the only one with the power to make the decision.”
The teen stared at the future Queen with desperation, wanting increasingly to end his life. Even if she tried, there was no way he would get roused by the ritual. That’s probably the real reason it had been rejected by the Chuch. Maybe it never worked. Eren stared at the floor, wondering if he should agree. Did it even matter what he thought anymore, when his family line was a disgrace to humanity? Maybe once it didn’t work Historia would agree to eat him after all.
There wasn’t much else he could do. Eren stopped struggling and peered at the ground in defeat, but before he did, Reiss noticed his change in mood.
“Eren…” Historia called out, her tone rigid and absolute, “I want to perform the ritual. I command you to answer!”
At first, Eren let his head roll, to the point where it was impossible to discern an answer. The girl he had once known as Krista had turned the corner to insanity. When survival and justice was at hand, the boy saw no reason why his opinion would matter. He was stuck here, and the only way out would be to follow Historia’s instructions. After all, it was better to be passive than descend to the cruelty of his father. Slowly, Eren nodded, shame filling every cell in his body.
“Good.” Historia’s father said smoothly, “Let me find the pages of this ritual.”
For a few moments when Eren heard the flicking of pages from a series of notes in Reiss’s pocket, but he didn’t look up. He had the impression Historia was staring at him and there was something he didn’t like about that.
“I found it.” the man said, “Historia, you must stand in front of Eren to begin.”
“Very well.”
Eren felt nothing from the calmness in her words. This was clearly a poor choice on the girl’s behalf, and he didn’t want to be blamed for its failure. Sooner or later they were probably going to die anyway. There were five steady footsteps where Eren watches the girl’s bare feet.
The nineteen year old slowly looks up.
It was impossible to tell if Historia was distressed by the situation, for her eyes were blazing with intensity. Eren’s gaze met hers, feeling betrayal. He wished she had listened to him. If his begging had meant something to the future Queen he could have died, but the world rarely functioned the way he wanted it to. This was as wrong as his father. Grisha Jaeger had been a traitor to the world, and now Historia was betraying him too. Eren’s body was limp and lifeless, purged of all drive to resist.
“You must bow and speak,” Reiss cleared his throat, “I, Historia Reiss, confess my Holy blood. In name of the Beginning and End, I seek retribution.”
Gaze unmoving from the floor, Eren hears the commanding words of Historia as she repeats it. Eyes closed, Eren jumps when the man’s voice directs the next command to him.
“Jaeger, look Historia in the eyes and say, ‘I, Eren Jaeger, confess my unholy blood. In the name of the Beginning and End, I present subscription.’
Wanting to punch the man in the face, Eren raises his heavy head and meet’s Historia’s eyes. The determination had wiped clean. Instead, the girl appeared anticipant. He wanted to, but Eren couldn’t be mad at her anymore. He was too tired and depressed from what was going to happen. A soft empathy fills the boy’s heart as he repeats the line in a bored voice.
One of Historia’s eyebrows twitches, but she does not look away from the boy. Eren feels jaded at hearing Reiss give the next instruction, so much so that it doesn’t register. His heart pounds as Historia takes an even step forward and says:
“To fulfil retribution, I reprimand the Unholy One by evoking sin for my Holy Body.”
Her voice trembles, but the girl doesn’t move. Eren’s heart pumps harder, each word piercing him like claws. The geezer, who is still standing in the same place, looks up from his notes.
“I thought you would be able to guess what happens next.” He says smoothly.
The girl bites her lip. Eren marvels at the slight waviness to her unwashed hair, “I can. I just don’t want to do it.”
The boy, however, is still trying to figure out what the words mean.
“If you cannot manage,” The man said, peering at Eren, “consume Jaeger as originally planned.”
Historia’s eyes fill with tears, “No! I- I am expected to be Queen of this land. I must make necessary sacrifices, even if that means taking off my clothes.”
Waking up, Eren says, “Historia, you’re wrong.”
“I said no!”
“I hope the person who wrote this had his body torn apart!” Eren spat. Somehow, he thought the ritual was intended for more morally careless adults. “What if it doesn’t work?”
“It does.” Reiss said with a grim expression, “but it must be done exactly as requested. If you were able to access those memories, you would no doubt see previous records.”
Eren tensed his jaw. This was Historia’s decision, but still….
“Can’t we skip this part?” he asks, “Sh-She’s…. younger…than I am. She might be too scared.”
The volume of the words evaporated like droplets on a heated rooftop. He didn’t want to say it, but it was something that had to be mentioned. Being fifteen, she was at least four years younger than he was. While the age gap could have been a lot worse, the thought of having her standing naked in front of him felt like a serious misconduct.
“It is what the ritual requires.” The man said. “but I thought you wanted to be condemned for your fathers crimes?”
The boy’s heart sunk, “It’s completely different! Hurt me by drawing my cursed blood, but not humiliating others!”
The geezer laughed, “It is called reprimand for a reason."
Disgusting. Eren wanted to say, but Historia was trembling. With a deep breath, the boy closes his eyes.
“You must look at her, Eren.’ Reiss informed.
Annoyed, Eren brings his eyes to Historia, all the while wishing she would give up and simply kill him. Maybe this was embarrassing enough of a threat that the adolescent would stop.
That was not the case.
Very slowly, Historia pulls down her underwear first. The silence almost strikes Eren like a kick to the face. They are quite filthy and have not been washed in a while. He could not blame her, his clothes were similar. Next, she crosses her arms over and grasps the sides of her dress.
“No, Historia!” Eren shouts, unable to stay quiet anymore, “Don’t do it! Just eat me! Please! I’d rather die!”
The desperation in the teen’s voice tears his throat, making his mouth ache. It wouldn’t surprise him if his lips had split open and were bleeding. The sound was hoarse and didn’t feel natural, as though all hydration in his body was gone. Even worse, the message did not find its way into the heart of the person that needed to understand it.
Eyes unwavering, the fifteen year old acts as though she hadn’t heard him. Without a single utterance, Historia lifts her dress over her head and drops it on the ground. The material is so light it could have been a feather. It was obvious that the future Queen had a will unlike any he had known, although it was hard to tell if it was bravery or foolishness.
Not allowed and unable to stop himself, Eren glances up and down. Heart pounding, the details were clearer. The girl had pearly white skin, pale from the lack of sunlight with shoulders and legs that had clear cut off lines from where the skin was more tanned.
“That’s good.” Reis hums, although Eren had almost forgotten he was there, “Take a good look at her. Let her body evoke sin in you.”
Sin? That was a word for religious fanatics. Eren didn’t believe in a God. How could he? Just hearing the word made him angry.
Out of curiosity more than desire, the boy’s eyes pour over Historia’s breasts. There was not much there, with one a slightly different size. A number of thin, purple stretch marks blossoming from the centre like the petals of a flower, obviously still adjusting to the size. The nipples were slightly darker than the surrounding skin. Judging from the lack of goose bumps, the girl was quite warm. Meeting Historia’s eyes again, her expression was reserved, as if requesting a sign of approval.
“Jaeger,” Reis continued, “say ‘The Holy One has not evoked sin in my Unholy Body. Retribution must continue.”
“Why!?” Eren shouted, pulling against his shackles. The only words the boy heard were that this disgrace was not enough. “She took off her clothes!”
“It means nothing if it does not incite you.”
“What would you know about how that is supposed to feel for me?” Eren bellowed, flushing red at the suggestion.
“Your body has to express it.” Historia’s father hissed, “Do not treat me for a fool.”
Damn stuck up asshole. The teen was tempted to say so, but resisted. Never mind that the girl’s father was watching her, this ritual was gross, with or without a spectator. The boy’s eyes returned to Historia, who was pink in embarrassment. He felt his face burn too.
“Wh-what….” The blonde began, “happens now?”
“Eren has to say his part first.”
Filling each word with utter hatred Eren spat out the sentence like he had contracted some disease.
“Now what?” he spat, glaring at the jerk’s pompous face.
“The text lists a number of sexual deeds that may be performed in a specific order. Historia?”
“Y-yes?’ the girl asks, nervously. Eren can’t deny how feverish he feels in her prescense. Being part of the Survey Cops there was so much focus on physical strength and skill he usually didn’t classify his team by sex, but by their individual talents. It was strange to beyond one of his team stripped of more than her clothes, but her role in the Survey Corps and rank. It reduced her to someone he knew very little about.
“You must kiss him ‘with the intention to evoke sin’, it says.” Reiss reads, placing an arm over his bulging gut.
Eren and Historia’s eyes widen at the same time.
“Kiss him?” Historia repeats.
“Do you want to stop?” The man reminds her.
“N-no.” she gulps, “I can do this.”
Now, Eren felt nervous. He was hesitant before, but the emotion was a lot stronger. He glares at the middle aged man as Historia moves closer to him and sits on her knees in front of him.
Eren wouldn’t have stopped wishing death upon Reiss if the young girl’s slender fingers did not brush his face. Almost going off instinct, he turns to her.
“Trust me,” she mouths, although Eren can see the hesitation in her eyes, “This is better than me eating you.”
Slowly, she moves her face closer, their noses touching. There was something uniquely terrifying about this that transcended the usual fight or flight response. His life wasn’t at stake here, but his dignity. How was it that the treat was as heavy on his conscience?
Historia takes a shuddering breath and Eren feels it on his face, slightly warmer than the surrounding air. The boy glances at Reiss, who looks murderous.
“Hurry up.” He whispers, closing his eyes. Rather awkwardly, he feels the dryness of her lips as they press against his and depart. Eren feels nothing, neither physical nor emotional. He waits, and Historia presses her mouth on his again, slowly sliding her tongue into his mouth with a nervous mumble. Now that felt like something. A dependent feeling surged through his body from his mouth like an allergic reaction, like strand of rope essential for the standing of a fort. Unable to resist, Eren gasps between their kisses, shaking from the experience. Her lips were so soft, and yet there was an enticing confidence to them that he liked.
He knows Historia feels awkward about kissing him. The movements are stiff and uncoordinated, but for some odd reason that made him like it all the more.
As heat stirs in his body, Eren feels a deep shame and wishes she would stop. This wasn’t the plan. He was walking into Reiss’s plan. He didn’t even like her! She was not much more than an acquaintance. Why did he feeling this way?
“S-s-sorry.” He chokes out, his head wanting to burst from the humiliation. The feeling nearly exceeded the horror at what his father had done.
Historia doesn’t stop. Still just as rigid, her lips move against his, although this time Eren joins in, threading his tongue in her mouth too. The girl lets out a small choking sound, similar to the peculiar noises emitting from Eren’s mouth. It was the tune of suppressing all emotion and failing.
Reis laughs.
“It isn’t so difficult, Historia.” He says, and the girl ceases the action immediately. Eren tries to look in her eyes but she hides them, voice trembling with despair. It was obvious by how her blonde hair covered her face that she didn’t feel proud. Eren didn’t think he had been so close to her before. He guessed by the light headedness that he was almost fully aroused.
“You may lick him now, my dear.” The man continued.
“Why do you have to watch?!” Eren shouts.
Considering begging for it to end, the teen peers up into the man’s eyes, but something else catches his attention first. The geezer’s breeches presented their own sin. Eren almost gags from disgust, but the man did not appear startled.
“I can’t have the two of you run away.” he replies simply.
Eren responds with the guttural growl of his Titan form and pulls his gaze away. Historia stares down at the stitching of his pants, looking horrified.
“I’m supposed to put that in my mouth?” She wonders, trembling.
Eren’s eyes narrow. Now that they had made it this far, he didn’t want to give the geezer the satisfaction of giving up. His face was on fire again, and he averted his eyes to the ceiling.
“Forgive me.” He breathes. If there are any other words he could have used, they didn’t come to mind.
Their overweight spectator laughed. What the fuck was so funny?
When Eren meets Historia’s face again he is filled with compassion for her suffering.
“W-where…” she whispers, not wanting to be overheard, “Should I?”
“I don’t know.” He admits, and it wasn’t a lie, “Just do something so it can be over.”
The blonde takes a breath and runs a hand through Eren’s hair, “I – I forgive you.”
“You shouldn’t.” Eren mutters.
Her father didn’t hear.
Eren shuts his eyes, not wanting to stare at the girl’s blossoming body. Slowly, her cold, wet tongue brushes his cheek, chin and forehead, before she licks his neck. This made his insides warm with pleasure and he tensed against his shackles, the small line of wetness tickling him. Tensing his jaw, the young adult tries to deny the feeling, but it feels so good he doesn’t want it to end. Unable to stop himself, Eren lets out a sigh of enjoyment. It seems louder than what he hoped for, enough that the girl heard. Historia stops for a moment, apparently frightened. Slowly, she resumes the motion and seems to lick him more vigorously, trying different patterns with her tongue. He tenses his jaw with an attempt not to make sound, but it still rumbles in his throat and comes out as seething.
“That’s enough, Historia.”
Like before, the girl stopped at once. She peers up at her father and let out a small scream. It didn’t take long to figure out what was happening. The man had unbuckled his belt and was stroking his own arousal with a single finger. Thankfully, there wasn’t anything more the two could see behind his clothes and his belly that threatened to poke through his shirt.
“STOP IT!” Eren screams.
He couldn’t find insults to properly describe how much contempt he felt for the man, so instead it came out as snarling. The man peers at the book in one hand and didn’t bat an eyelid.
“Jaeger.” He started, his voice steady, “say ‘The Holy One has evoked sin in my Unholy body.’”
Eren did, feeling horrified to admit what the girl had done to him, to which Historia was given the next instructions. But first, the horrible man abandons his trousers to undo Eren’s pants and pulls them off after a kick in the thigh. Next, Eren’s shackles were removed. The teen gasped as feeling returned to his wrists, trying to hide his erection from Historia, but it was a largely pointless endeavour.
Reiss returns to his spot a couple of feet away, picking up the syringe from the floor and placing it in his pocket.
“We must move quickly.” The man said, “Eren, tell Historia, “To fulfil subscription, I sanctify the Holy One by offering my Unholy Body.”
Shit, Eren thought, guessing what this might mean. Whatever it was, it couldn’t be good. He repeated the words with as much clarity as he could, his desire strengthening with each word. The anticipation was a punishment in of itself. He hoped this next section would be pleasant.
“Historia, Eren may now please your lustrous body. According to the text, you may ask anything you wish of him, but as part of the ritual he must enter you until he ‘inspires yearning in the breaths of the Holy One’.
Eren’s jaw dropped and Historia was also shocked. Droplets of sweat were forming on her face.
“I’m scared,” she whispers, only loud enough for the young adult to hear.
“We can’t let the pile of shit win!” Eren mouths.
“I know.” The girls’ lip trembles, “Do you still think this is too much?”
Now too aroused to say no, Eren shrugs, glancing at his crotch to get his message across. Historia hesitates.
“I don’t know how to do this.” She says, “I’ve never done anything like that before.”
Eren looks at the ground as he mumbles, “Neither have I.”
“What are you two whispering about!?” Reiss yells, kicking Eren, “Hurry up!”
Not wasting another moment, Eren brushes some of Historia’s blonde hair out of her eyes and, with trembling hands, kisses her, slowly brushing his fingers down her neck and toward her nipples. He only had a vague idea of what he was doing, but a guess was better than nothing. Historia was nearly immobile with shock.
“Pretend I’m someone else,” he mutters, “someone you love.’
“O-Okay…” Historia says with a strange relief, and her kisses become more relaxed.
When Eren’s finger brushes over Historia’s nipple, it takes a couple of strokes before it erects. The girl’s breathing becomes uneven, and Eren’s is the same. It wasn’t the same pattern from before. His body was aching to be touched, even as his morals shouted at him for it to end. Taking cues from what Historia had done, Eren gives two kisses on Historia’s neck and kisses one of her nipples. She squirms and stops breathing for a few seconds. Intrigued but downtrodden, Eren pokes out his tongue and begs for Historia’s forgiveness as he brushes it along the nipple. Her hands clammy and grasping at his hair, she gasps.
“Lie down.” Eren mutters, to which Historia complies. The teen cringes as he hears a grunt come from the other man in the room. Was he really getting off to this, the sick fuck? No, he wouldn’t look.
Running kisses down Historia’s belly, Eren feels his insides burst with fascination as his nose brushes her crotch. In its final developing stages, the area only had a small number of hairs, clustered in the middle. He breathes through his nose and can smell the fluids building up inside. Not really sure what to do, he pokes a finger around, gently brushing the folds of skin, until Historia holds his wrist and clumsily directs him, although her instructions are only slightly clearer than Eren’s ideas. With a rush of neediness that almost made Eren pass out, his finger prods inside. Instantly, the muscles spasm and Historia squirms in pain, removing his finger.
“S-Sorry.” Eren mutters, feeling like the worst person in the world. The blonde has her eyes closed and pats Eren’s head. Guessing what her meaning, he pushes his nose to her public bone and runs his tongue along the skin, searching for something that wasn’t pain. Eventually, he inspires a reaction. Eren isn’t exactly sure how, but Historia shudders and lets out a moan, although it is obvious by the sound that she is ashamed of it. They were both getting suffocated from mortification.
“You two know how to put on a good show.” The man chuckles, as a wet sound enters their ears. The man must be pleasing himself more vigorously. Eren is filled with rage and Historia whimpers and covers her eyes, but he could tell by her voice that she was crying. She doesn’t try to hold back her sorrow, the wails echoing around the entire chamber. She mutters something, but it is inaudible.
Eren kisses her skin and licks her more slowly, gently prodding the entrance to the inside. It was wet, despite the emotional pain. When Historia shudders again, Eren slides the finger in just slightly and removes it. He brings his tongue further down and pokes inside again. As he does, Historia grabs his free hand and with a sting of pain bites off one of his nails and spits it toward her father in spite.
This time, his tongue slides right in and Historia lets out a moan distorted by tears. Her breathing is rapid and high pitched as he speeds up penetration with his tongue. He goes back to the other good spot, while he prods with his finger again. This time, it enters smoothly and Historia lets out a long sigh. Her legs appear to relax as she accepts Eren.
“I’m sorry.” Historia says, not just once, but three times.
“I’m sorry too.” Eren mumbles, cringing from her pleasure.
From somewhere in the distance, the horrible man lets out another grunt and a sigh. Perhaps the disgusting prick’s nightmare must be over.
The teen alternates between using his tongue to pleasure her entrance, to building up the number of fingers. When the girl accepts three fingers, he climbs over the top of her, “Can I?”
Eren doesn’t know what to say. He couldn’t explain what he had to do out loud. Every second, he wants to say sorry, turn back the clock and let himself die.
Historia nods and willingly opens her legs. Eren feels his body flush with a deep empathy and arousal as he urges Historia’s hands away from her entrance. Face wet with tears, she looks into his eyes, vulnerable and distraught. Slowly, Eren guides his length inside of her. It happens slowly. As he does, he waits until the girl’s body stops trying to reject him. No matter how much she relaxes, the tense contractions start again with every movement, even once he is completely inside. This act, ritual, whatever it was, it went against nature, like trying to force rain to sprout from the ground. The boy’s heart sinks when he realizes the truth. Perhaps it is supposed to be that way. The Titans and transferring blood lines was something forbidden and unthinkable.
Feeling pathetic, Eren strokes her hair and reminds her to pretend he is somebody else.
“I c-c-can’t.” she breathes, her words barely comprehensible. Historia’s face is as blotchy as her eyes, “I’ve never been in love with a man.”
Eren doesn’t believe in God, but begs to him anyway, screaming for forgiveness. As he slowly thrusts into her, tears roll down his face. He cannot fathom her pain, and the emotion is confused by the strong physical longing to stay inside her, and the flurry of color flashing in front of his eyes. The boy lowers his body onto her and wraps one arm around her, wiping her tears with the other. Hoping that he can inspire her to relax, he kisses her across the forehead. It takes ten seconds, but her walls cease to spasm around him. With each thrust the process gets easier but Historia doesn’t look at him. Eren holds back a groan as her walls swell around him and at the sixth thrust, Historia lets her head fall back in ecstasy and lets out a relaxed sound unlike any she had given so far.
It wasn’t fair he had to drip with sweat of the physical pleasure.
“Enough.” Reiss said, but Eren already knew what to do.
Wanting to calm the girl down as soon as possible, Eren removes himself from her and pushes himself away. Historia slowly sits up, tears rolling down her face. As though the full magnitude of her choice only just became clear, the heir to the throne covers her eyes and sobs. Eren wipes one of his own. This was a very cruel ritual, creating emotional gloom and physical lust in one. Her father speaks louder to be heard over Historia’s crying.
“The last part of the ritual, Historia...”
The girl tries to stifle her crying, but she doesn’t look up to acknowledge the man.
“You must say, “To reunite retribution and subscription, the Holy One shall devour the Unholy One’s sin, and with it, the Beginning and the End.”
It was unclear Historia had heard, but the words were repeated with frequent bursts of sobbing.
“Eren, please do the same. “To reunite retribution and subscription, the Unholy One willingly presents its sin to the Holy One, and with it, the Beginning and the End.”
The teen did, staring at the blonde. Was she too disgusted and upset to finish the ritual? His erection was soaked in her wetness, sticky and tart, but the swollen cruelty had been tempted for so long Eren guessed the process would be over in a minute. The girl he didn’t know much about just had to brave for a little longer.
From somewhere in the distance, there was a sound of crashing. Eren hoped no one else would see them like this. Panicked, his heartbeat somehow went faster.
Historia wipes her eyes and slowly moves toward Eren, who spreads out his knees. The pubescent crouches down before him and open her mouth. Neither of them is able to utter words of apology, but their expressions say it far clearer than any language could. As such with intuitive messages it was secret only to them.
Closing his eyes, trying to block out the world, Eren’s jaw grinds to withdraw an involuntary groan, but the sound breaks through, tormented and lascivious. He sways, feeling as if he has stood up too quickly and tentatively reaches for Historia’s shoulders, finding them with sweaty fingers. Historia was as inexperienced as he was, and yet, the tentative sucking and gentle licking was enough to increase his blood pressure to dangerous heights. It wasn’t fair. It was wrong that he couldn’t just be eaten, horrible that it was impossible to hate the girl. She had done something gutsy for the sake of preserving life… to keep him breathing.
“Look away!” Eren pleads, knowing the girl’s lecherous father must be watching. “Please! I just…”
The words ceased there. There was nothing that could describe how he felt, his length pulsing as salvia dripped down the sides and sent shivers over him. Something this staged shouldn’t be allowed to feel this good. He dug his fingers into Historia’s shoulders. She understood the ache that came with the display. Knowing she was there comforted him in some instinctual way.
It didn’t take long to send Eren into frenzy. He was so incredibly turned on he soon forgot about the disgusting excuse for a human in the room and let out a few gasps. Historia mouth moved faster, but it didn’t make much difference. Eren’s body had already decided what it was going to do.
“Historia,” the man said harshly, a mere echo of a nightmare, “You must swallow.”
The future Queen didn’t acknowledge him, but Eren couldn’t resist any longer. He let out a yelp as his body purged itself of immorality, pumping into Historia’s mouth. She let out a squeal of surprise, but kept her lips wrapped around him. As the pulsations faded, Historia shuddered and swallowed it in two gulps. It wasn’t just the nineteen year olds arousal that faded away, but some aspect of his brain. He felt lighter somehow, and also very sick. With a spinning head, Eren leaned sideways and wretched, but nothing came out.
The information had left him and her memories were coming back. Naked but uncaring, Historia curled onto the ground and wailed uncontrollably, overtaken by information and clutching her head. As she writhed on the ground, Eren snatched his pants a few meters away as the sound of yells entered the hall. He couldn’t quite hear them at first, but the variation in tones was familiar.
Damn it. The rescue team was here… and they would see the two teenagers naked.
He was no longer in a room, but the blackness of his own head.
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