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[She sighed a little when he took his mouth away from her, almost disappointed. But the touch of his fingers brought the aroused thrill right back, circling and rubbing.

When she felt the prick of his claws inside her, though, she stiffened at first, hissing a wordless warning. Her hand shot down to grab onto his knuckles, but she didn't want to move anything else. It wasn't painful, but verged almost on discomfort. Dangerous. But...exciting, too. It was only after tortuously long moment that she relinquished her hold, unable to bear him stopping any longer. The lamia hissed one more quiet warning at him--this was a responsibility she was trusting him with, he'd better behave.

Something hot and insistent brushed the inner curve of her thigh, and the lamia shivered at the new, distracting touch to somewhere so sensitive. The monster knew what it was without looking, and her hand shifted from restraining his hand to brushing his shaft, curling around it with a light but firm squeeze.]

[Her fingers rested, frozen on his waistband. Hesitating as her heart got caught in her throat. She let his hands roam. Though she had nothing to say, even when his hands mirrored her own.

Mikasa nodded, giving a soft hum. A small mumble slipping out at first. Trying that again...]

...Yeah. [She was nervous, but she wanted this. Wanted it before this place made her do anything strange. Mikasa inhaled, her fingers curling around fabric and...Just cautiously pulling it. Not downward. She just pulled the waistband away from him. Then she shivered, the elastic slipping from her fingers and flicking back.]

[ Let it never be said that Luffy does things halfway. He's more likely to go way beyond what a reasonable person would do. ]

I guess some do. Some pirates are assholes. But yeah, we're adventurers! We're sailing around the whole world to the end of the Grand Line!

[ He's excited about this, energised by the very idea of it. He knows they have to do...something...in this place before they can go back to their own world and finish their journey. But Luffy isn't ever really in a hurry unless he has to be. They'll manage. They always do, after all! Besides, they're still waiting on the rest of the crew to show up. He still believes they will, because that's just how it goes, even if they're hideously late now. ]

Once we get to the end, we'll find the One Piece! Then I'll be the pirate king and we'll have a new adventure.

[ It sounds so simple when he says it, though the experience of it has been anything but. ]

You only have mean pirates where you come from?

[ when he has his actual legs back, he’ll consider: what the hell was he thinking? ]

I’d . . . Find out.

[ his ears are folding down and his tail wavers, lowering his eyes until they barely seemed open. one of the things he’d react even worse to, a qilin as is, would be massive payback for those that try and wrong him. ah, this mess . . . was it embarrassment he was feeling, or certainty? ]

There’s punishment for that sort, [ but, it does inch some edges of clarity into him. he has to say though, since she could’ve: ] but, thanks, if that’s advice.

[ how does he make it up to her twice now 🤔 ]

You don’t have to pay me. [ he has, like. too much money in manna as is, but, the sling, on the other hand, ] But, I’ll take the slings.

[ the bigger question: was shion in possession of this knife at this very moment? eren would only find out later in the worst of ways. ]

[ never did he think he’d hear something so hypnotizing, so absolutely euphoric that made him drunk and high: his name, spoken so quietly, so claiming, and he didn’t want anything else. his mouth hummed, purred, vibrated along the mounds of her clit and a lick deeper to her entrance before trailing up and drinking her taste. he was her’s here and now and later, there’d be no other in this way. love and passion traps him in this dance and he never wants to leave. he wants to stay, forever.

he wants to hear it again. he wants her fingers to tangle and yank at his hair, pull at it for all he cared because it’d make something electric happen for him, he felt it building in him. so he provoked her, his tongue pressing flat against her swelling and gave it a continuous, constant swirl. again, and again, and more, to drive her crazy but with just as much ecstasy that she gave him without doing a thing but existing there with him.

he had something in mind to ask her, but it’d have to wait. mouth full. ]

[ . . . “mean” . . . he almost doesn’t know what to say to that, faltering because he hasn’t used the term mean possibly ever. human nature was always very clear to him, and maybe if he were talking to a child, he’d agree for complication’s sake. ]

. . . We have people.

[ maybe even the pirate that’s stealing and smuggling goods had their reasons. it feels strange to bunch them all together— but some, to him of course, were unforgivable. ]

There’re shitty ones, but not all of them have to be shitty. Like you.

[ oh— that was something, and he certainly stopped his hand from going any further when the lamia interrupts not only physically, but verbally. the hiss is a warning any mind can be wary of. his cock, now in her hand, made his head dip sideways, hair long and dangling like a curtain, and his thoughts scatter between pleasure and carefulness. it also muffled the wait time in trying to take another step, made it harder for him to realize he’s stopped in the first place. the sigh he gave was deep and through his nose, and even after she allowed him space to continued, he waited, pulled his finger back, and entered newly once her thighs tensed less to his presence. ]

Is this the first time someone did that?

Okay.

[ inhale— alright. then they were doing it, together. eren waited to accompany where mikasa would take her fingers, a large hand over her’s to gently serve as a guide as much as encouragement. his package has grown, not considerably whilst lacking the actual stimulation for it, but . . . oh, hell . . . he felt a tiny bead of wetness from the very tip of his shaft stain his briefs as her fingers pulled back the fabric and let it snap back to him. he held his breath during, and while it didn’t hurt, there had been an awful desire to be touched further. they can both do this.

eren’s palm rests just above her knuckles, fingers splayed across her own, and slowly, he guided her back there. not at the waistband, but at the partial bulge. just beneath the layer, if she didn’t startle and pull away, she’d feel the reaction to her lingering touch: a single twitch, nothing more, and at the crossroad of soft and firm. small steps. ]

Let me know if it’s too much.

[ with words, with actions, and he’d stop. ]

Mm.

[The sound lapsed into a hum, then a purr as he revised his approach. That was better. Much better. She wasn't afraid of some scratches, but one there would have made things unpleasant. Her body relaxed, but not so much she'd let herself twitch about in any unpredictable directions. The latter was...harder than she thought, with sparks of pleasure curling through her walls wherever his finger touched.

The lamia stroked her thumb over the head of his shaft, and loosened her grip. He was behaving. He could have this back now.]

[ one finger dragged, curled, then deepened again in his search for pacing and entry in the way she better enjoyed. to say the least, letting go of his cock almost felt like a disappointing tease when he quickly began to miss the pressure her hand supplied. her thigh can do that, surely, but . . . when his digit pulled out from her heat, he entered now with two, and repeated his advances with a gradual curl at the end. how does he say this (and eventually, he does, the kitsune finally feeling the fluster he usually would if he were more himself): ]

—Wait, [ a bark, but he continues to pleasure her, the bulbous head of his shaft greedy to feel the brush of a thumb pad that wasn’t his, to which he swallows, trying to hide the shudder in his words. ] one more time.

[ she could move however she liked to feel comfortable, there’s enough space and less constraint to. eren sucks in his lips, but his cock kept there at a starting curve and more erect than not, throbbing with a silent plea for more that he wouldn’t voice to sound like begging. ]

[Oh?

She'd thought to pull back on his enthusiastic claws by grabbing onto him--but letting go was just as effective a curb. And now that she was prepared, the way the kitsune's touch skirted between pleasure and danger made her back arch and her breath come as sharper, needier pants.

Slowly, teasingly--and interrupted by a shuddering groan at the curl of his fingers--the lamia traced her fingertips up his cock, feeling the shape of it. When she got to the head, she paused for a tortuous moment--until his fingers curled again and her hand tensed in an immediate response, the brush of her thumb coming afterwards.]

This? [The lamia asked, coyly.]

[Her fingers remained, clinging to the strands of hair even as she stopped tugging. A long, guttural whine slipping out. Her legs splaying to give him easier access. Giving him more.

But the more he pushed, the more she writhed and pushed back. Pressing herself against him, the hand on his head jerking. Her mouth opening in a silent scream as she bucked and kicked out, the muscles of her thighs tensing as her legs wrapped around him. Holding him in place and trapping him in her embrace. The rest of her going limp on the couch, her fingers relaxing on his head. Fingertips brushing his ear as she paned and gasped for air.]

[If they both held their breath for long enough. Maybe they'd turn from red to blue...

But his large hand got a small gasp, a little flinch as though he'd shocked her. She wasn't normally so easy to startle. But her heart was beating so fast that the movement had seemed so sudden. Mikasa swallowed, his hand absorbing her jitters and steadying her.

She nodded at him, not backing away. Looking down between them.]

...It feels warm... [Mikasa... Her lips thinned as she thought for a painful second, it felt so much longer though. Then a finger curled lightly, stroking. Feeling along the crease of the fabric, her eyebrows furrowing when she reached the damp patch. Then smoothing out, oh...Okay. She didn't know that was a thing for guys, but...makes sense.]

[ Luffy isn't one to argue morality or the semantics of it. He just accepts Eren's words, takes them at face value. It seems fair enough to him. ]

Everywhere has people. But pirates are pirates.

[ There's some distinction in Luffy's mind, some way to say that pirates do things regular people don't do, but he's as articulate as always and just leaves out how he got from A to B in his head. ]

Anyway, it doesn't matter. I'm gonna be the Pirate King back home and go on tons more adventures!

[ But, right, not everything is about. ]

What do you do at home?

[ He might have said that with a mouth half full of honey. ]

[ honey, all of it. the moving, the sounds that prick his triangle ears high, her pleasure and his appeasement with it. when she was about to flop, eren had even begun to motion himself the way he’d consider entering her . . . before he rises, and leaves her to ride her own high. he licks his lips with a proud smack that exposes keen canines, a rift in the curve of his mouth that quivers his whiskers, all before he prowls above her and meets her huffing face to face, with loving eyes . . . with playful eyes. ]

Remember when you asked me about my chest?

[ his hands reach from under her breast and give them a little push up, teasing the red flushed nipples with the tips of his fingers. ]

It . . . Does.

[ he sucked in his lips, brought his head closer to her’s, and pressed a lingering kiss just below her eye. it was good, foremost, almost alien to be touched by hands other than his own but simultaneously feeling right about those hands and fingers coming straight from mikasa. he allows her to explore the way she wanted, a finger then some, then retreating his hand to hook at the hems of his boxer briefs. they felt too tight and better to push them off now that have more difficulty (and no underwear) later. it’s slow and shifting, bringing his knees into a bend before peeling the rest from his leg, and she possibly couldn’t see much of she didn’t raise their covers into a tent above them or push them back, but . . . he adjusted on the mattress and accommodated his body into a sideways lay facing her. ]

—Here, [ he takes her hand again, and asks for permission in his eyes to move it back to where it had been. in the mean time, his free hand moved to her belly and ghosted the shin of her abs down to the lace of her panties. ] together.

[ there was nothing to be afraid of. not with him. ]

[ he’s so simple that eren is almost jealous, hardly smiling but his lips still twitching that much upward as he huffed quietly through his teeth. it could’ve been a laugh, one day, short and sweet. it doesn’t exactly get there, but what he feels isn’t negative as he scoops up a spoon of honey for himself. ]

I was a . . . Combatant. Non-civilian. [ “soldier”, but he didn’t know if that was the case any longer. he’d drifted far from that and planned to desert. ] Nothing special.

[ it was his turn to moan. short, coarse and not as sweetly sung, ended by forcing a swallow and cutting it clean, but he enjoyed it— from base to head he held his breath then sighed it out. he even enjoyed the provocation in her voice, and replied with three digits that had now dug in. more forceful, but slicked and having no problems in following through and squeezing into the heat of her walls. ]

And this—

[ when he moved his hand it became rhythmic, the curl at the a prize and his hips rolled to meet the same fate in her hands. ]

[She stayed bent, body quivering with shallow breathes as she tried to ground herself. Her hand, the hand not on his head groped at the cushions of the couch. Her blunt claws digging into the fabric.

The shadow that covered her got a confused blink, then another as she tried to blink the slight wetness away. Her lips remaining parted as she gasped for air. Trying to puzzle out what he was doing, but her brain was too sluggish to get there before he reached her. His warm hands slowly reached up, pushing the fabric of her shirt up further. Prompting another soft moan from her as his fingers reached sensitive skin.

She hummed, a failed attempt at mumbling a response. Head giving the weakest tilt as she thought.]

...Hm? Yeah? [Slowly, in a daze.]

[ the way her shirt hiked just above the rounds of her breasts just made them— pop, you know? kneading into them and now bending to swirl his tongue around an areola, eren keeps his gaze up to meet her labored, hazy attempts to stay fixed. he wanted to see this and her reaction to it, of course. his lapping was mild, light and sluggish. it wouldn’t make her head spin much, and leave her impatient, if anything. he needs some of her clarity back. ]

What if I had one?

[ he’s already emphasizing that it’s one like her’s. ]

Like...a fighter? Like in an arena or something?

[ He says this between his own spoonfuls of honey. ]

Or like a Marine?

[ He doesn't have enough other bases of comparison, but he gets the basic gist. ]

Does that mean you're good at fighting? I'm good at fighting, too!

[The lamia's teasing whisper broke off into a gasp, legs quivering as a third finger slicked inside. Her entrance stretched, but all the previous touches had prepared her. Instead of discomfort, there were only excited sparks wherever his fingertips caressed next.

It made her weak at the knees, and the monster shifted her weight forwards to rest on her arms and press her face into the rumpled sheets. Her grasp on the kitsune's shaft loosened, her thoughts and mind distracted by the curl of his fingers.]

[This shirt was getting ruined, but Mikasa couldn't get annoyed about that. Most of her frustration went towards Eren and his hands. Her peak was dying down, but here he was, taunting her with something that didn't-it wasn't. Now there was his mouth and that was new, but it still wasn't what she wanted.

So she huffed. Actually pouting and puffing her cheeks as she gave an aimless kick. There was nothing for her foot to thump against, but the spirit was there.

The hand on his head drifted, fingers dragging through his hair and down his neck to rest on his back. Frowning up at him.]

You... have a chest? [Eren... She couldn't feel it from here. But she'd felt his chest before. Though? What was he getting at, what was he doing?]

[She felt so slow. Every heartbeat echoing in her ears as though she was hardly breathing, her eye squeezing shut as he kissed her cheek. Her hand remained still until his hand started to move. Then her hand rested a little higher, at his hip just about the hem, falling between them as he wiggled.

Mikasa didn't look, too bust staring at his face. Her chin ducking under the cover as she started to hide without thinking. Peering out at him with a small jolt when her took her hand, a current running through her body.

Her breathing hitched as his fingers trailed skin. Even if she gave a stifled gasp and sucked her stomach in at first.]

Y-yeah...Together. [She wasn't afraid just... It just felt like her stomach was doing flips. She wanted to move, but she couldn't trust herself not to overdo it and jerk around so she just, froze. But she managed an awkward shuffle. Her hand slowly drawing away from his so she could make an attempt at helping remove her panties.

Only to get stuck mid-thigh.

Mikasa huffed at that, her forehead moving the rest against his collar. Cheeks burning against his neck.]

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