Historia was pregnant. The news was fresh in her mind, told to her by an elite doctor. Three weeks had passed since that fateful night at the barn. Since she told Eren she wanted a baby and then went to the farmer to get fucked.
So why was she coming back here when her main objective was complete? Originally, she planned to raise the kid with the help of the farmer and to otherwise keep herself at arm's length from him. That was what her mind was telling her.
Her body, however, had other plans.
Historia had been staying at a cabin. The farmer, Evan, didn't know she was in the area. She was a queen and could slip in and out as she pleased. Telling him or gaining his permission was nothing. Tonight, she opened the front door of her porch and ordered her guards through the small crack. She said her husband would be visiting and ordered them to call him over.
Half an hour later, Evan stood at Historia's doorstep. The cabin was large and homey. Quietly, he wondered what the woman wanted from him. He had essentially just pumped and dumped inside her. Dicked her down and then pretended that it never happened. It was a little strange. He expected to be a bit more involved in things. Then again, she was queen and he had explicitly been told this was to be a secret for the time being.
Evan arrived in the living room. There was a fireplace and a sofa and not much else. He looked around and went upstairs. He smelled a distinct aroma. He followed it thinking he would find Historia. There were four rooms upstairs. He continued to follow the smell till he was in front of the last door. It was slightly ajar; slightly open and Evan pushed himself inside.
What he saw caused his pants to tighten and his heart to squeeze.
The room was dark and lit up by candles. Standing there was Historia, wearing a crown and covered in a royal red cape. Evan didn't understand what she was about to say until she spread her arms and by extension the cape.
The blonde was always attractive and curvy in all the right ways. Short and innocent and cute but sexy? That word seemed to be just beyond her reach. But tonight, Evan could officially say that Historia was a sexy piece of ass. Everything about her from her perky nipples, the round shape of her breasts to her flared hips—she was simply sexy. She was wonderful. What truly made the jump was the soft pinkness on her cheeks and the dozens of sex toys on the insides of her cape. The pristine white fur told him that this was indeed the royal cape given to the monarch—and that Historia was currently using it to seduce him.
"I've tried," Historia said, breathing heavily. "But…nothing can replace your dick."
So many dildos. So many sex toys.
Yet none could eclipse the farmer and his cock. He was uncontested. He was unrivalled. He was the god that gave the queen purpose.
He didn't think long. He dropped his pants and let his cock bounce out. Already it was semi-erect and raring to go. All it needed was her touch. Historia smiled. Her strides were long and regal, and she went down on her knees. Historia took his cock in her hand, stroking it with an overflowing motion of lust. This time, something felt different. Maybe it was the fact that he was watching her every move, his eyes filled with desire. Or maybe it was the knowledge that they were about to cross a line that could never be uncrossed. Because after this, she recognized he was going to be more than a one-night fuck. The farmer was going to be her breeding mare.
She took him into her mouth. His fingers tangled in her hair, guiding her movements as she worked her way down his shaft. Her tongue swirled around the head, teasing him mercilessly. He groaned, his grip tightening in her hair as she continued to suck on him. Her mouth was warm and wet, her tongue expertly flicking against his sensitive skin. The farmer felt himself getting harder by the second, his hips thrusting forward slightly as he tried to push more of himself into her mouth.
His big, fat cock was too much and if Historia hadn't practiced in advance she would have been overwhelmed. She sucked, hardly choking, and took him until her nose pressed against his pelvis. She smelled him. She smelled cock. She was addicted. Her pupils became heart-shaped. This was where she wanted to be: on her knees, sucking dick, and relishing in the taste of pre-cum.
The farmer groaned, his breathing becoming erratic as he struggled to maintain control. This was a royal blowjob and not losing control was next to impossible. "F-fuck…!"
Historia pulled out—pop!—and ran her tongue along the length of his shaft. She followed a particular vein and then ended up swishing and flicking her tongue across his glans. Her lips parted open and she took him in again. Her head bobbed down his length, the sheer intensity and tightness of his throat making him moan.
He tangled his fingers in her hair, guiding her movements as she continued to work her noble technique on him. Each swirl of her tongue sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through his body, pushing him closer and closer to the edge.
The farmer exploded.
The queen swallowed.
Gulp, gulp, gulp! His hands grabbed her and shoved her down his length. Swallow, swallow, swallow! Do it!
The queen obeyed. She let him empty his balls inside her throat, the spurts of cum heating up her throat and nearly causing her to tear up. She persisted because she was the queen. Because she had to be.
"Ah…!"
The farmer slipped out, cock landing on her head in a semi-flaccid state. Historia wiped the back of her hand across her lips and glanced up at him through hooded eyes. The cock. The cock was here. Still fucking here. The hearts in her eyes couldn't be more pronounced.
"You…" Historia inhaled sharply, a hand over her mouth as she swallowed the last of his essence. "Use me. Destroy me. Confirm my lineage."
"A-are you sure—?"
Historia wore a big smirk. "I have never been more sure in my life." She didn't tell him she was already pregnant. There was only one reason for it: because she wanted to get fucked again. She wanted to feel what she did during that night in the barn. "Finish what you failed to do last time."
Evan collected himself, sighing, and then looked down again. A crooked smile appeared.
"Fine then. Crawl on the bed and bend over, whore."
Historia licked her lips and did as she was told. His cock hardened as she went on the bed and crawled. Walking on all fours, her ass hidden by her cape, his cock hardened. Evan got on the bed and flipped over her robe. His cock throbbed, ready to penetrate her wet pussy. He could feel the heat radiating from her, and it made him even harder.
"Just how long have you been waiting?" Evan asked.
Historia smirked as she looked over her shoulder. "As if that matters." This was her as queen. This was her royal confidence and what she built after rebelling against her father. She wasn't going to be defeated so easily—
"Oooh~!"
With one swift motion, he thrust into her tight hole, causing her to cry out in pleasure and her crown to tip over.
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
Historia couldn't believe it. One second, she was brimming with stamina and the next the world became euphoria itself. Her legs lost all the energy it had accumulated from training and her face dropped into the pillow. Only the angle of her knees supported her rising ass, which Evan pounded into. "Ohhh~! Oh! Oh! Oh, oh, oooh~! Mmmmpppphh! Cumming! Cumming~! CUMMMIIINGGGG~!"
Already, she was losing herself. Already, the pride of the queen was in tatters. The only part of her more ruined than her mind was her pussy. There was no way anyone else was fucking the blonde minx.
He fucked like an animal, his cock pistoning in and out of her. There wasn't even a moment where she didn't feel his member fill up her womb. She didn't understand. She didn't care. Evan's hands gripped onto Historia's hips as he destroyed her royal cunt. The room was filled with Historia's moans and the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh. One man conquering the queen.
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
"How does it feel to get fucked by commoner dick!?"
Historia didn't know how to respond. She tried to pick herself up but he went harder. Harder, harder, harder, till drool was leaking. "This cooock…! Too good…!" That was all she could manage. That was all the farmer needed.
"Do you want me to cum inside!?"
He slapped her ass. CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! Historia's body trembled with each meaty spank. Her crown was nearly falling from her head. Right before another orgasm struck her, she managed to right herself and the crown.
"W-waaaaiiit~!"
"Why? We want children, don't we?"
The farmer wasn't becoming drunk with power. He was merely doing as his queen instructed. He was destroying her.
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
"Hurry up! Say it!"
Her moans grew louder and more desperate. She could feel his heavy balls. She could feel him churning and ready to breed her. Pleasure and humiliation coursed through her veins, the conflicting emotions only intensifying the sensations. She wanted this. Yes, this was what she wanted. This was what she told Eren she wanted.
"A baby! Give me a baby!"
"Fuck," Evan grunted, his voice laced with a mix of lust and satisfaction. "You're such a fucking slut, aren't you? You love getting fucked by me."
Historia could only manage to gasp for air as he continued to ravage her, his hips slamming against hers with an intensity that left her breathless. Every nerve ending in her body was on fire, a cocktail of desire and embarrassment that fueled the intensity of their encounter. She was defeated. She was losing. She was fulfilling her promise with Eren and this was how she looked. Unsightly, delirious, and happy—!
She tried to take control, tried to resist the overwhelming pleasure that threatened to consume her, but her words were lost in the symphony of his cock pounding her womb. Her world was punctuated by her own desperate cries and Evan's guttural grunts.
Fuck her. Pound her. Breed her.
"I'm cumming!"
That was Evan's job.
His balls churned and his seed filled up her womb. Historia, having finally gained strength in her arms, was fully creampied while in doggy-style. Her eyes widening, her lips parting in a smile, and her world getting absolutely rocked.
This must have been why Eren told her to fuck the farmer. He was godly. She, a queen allegedly chosen by the divine, was rendered helpless. Was this fate?
"Ahhhh~!"
Historia decided she loved what fate had in store for her. Pop! The moment her pussy was freed of the giant cock, viscous globs of manly sperm erupted out. She couldn't see it but she could feel it—and she loved it.
Spank!
Evan yanked her robe from her and stole one of the toys attached to the inside of it. He quickly compared the size and laughed at how it was half his size. Without thinking, he shoved the purple dildo into her asshole. Historia gasped, unready yet still too overwhelmed to fully comprehend it.
The sensation of his cock teasing her pussy and a smaller dildo filling up her ass…
"The night is only beginning," Evan said.
He was not wrong.
…
…
…
The night went by. The guards outside listened with blushes and erections. The Queen of the Walls…an ironic name given how much of a screamer she was. Not even Wall Maria could hold back her moans.
The sun rose. The heavy scent of sex roamed the house. The kitchen, the living room, even the fireplace, nothing was left alone. Echoes of flesh clapping against flesh lingered. Thick droplets of manly cum and wet juices of pussy stained the floors.
The farmer was in the queen's chambers, asleep. He was a blonde, young and virile and with a nice, hot body. His abs were honed from years of work at the farm. He was perfect, essentially, and the queen knew it. She worshiped it.
"Mmm…" Evan stirred, eyes open. His balls felt fucking empty. The queen was such a fucking whore. He was sure ten men wouldn't be able to satisfy her. He blinked, however, as he felt his balls tighten.
A grey blanket was spread over his body. Strangely, there was a small lump from the nether regions—and not the type to be created by his cock. He knew his girth, his dick wasn't this stupidly wide. This was…
He picked the blanket over. A golden crown flashed him. "Historia..?"
There she was: the Queen of the Walls sucking on his dick desperately. His cream had stained her cheeks. Her hands were at the base of his cock while her mouth swallowed the top half. Twelve inches. A foot-long cock. She was addicted. She was trying to devour it. Please it. Bless it.
All the while wearing her crown.
As soon as the sliver of light hit her, Historia wasted no time and pulled back. Evan held back a gasp. She expertly used her tongue to tease and torment his sensitive tip. Her eyes never left his as she continued to suck him deeper and deeper, taking him past the point of no return.
He didn't last long but that was the point. She had been sucking him off for nearly twenty minutes. When his cock throbbed hard enough to ensure an orgasm, she pulled back and let him cum all over her face. Meanwhile, the queen slobbered on his balls and had drained him of everything.
Everything.
The seed of the farmer was thoroughly examined and emptied that day. Her stuffed up pussy was evidence of that.
***
Sitting atop her throne in the grand hall of the royal palace, Historia Reiss exuded an aura of regal authority, her posture straight and her expression composed. Dressed in elegant regal attire befitting her position as queen, she wore a gown of deep crimson adorned with intricate gold embroidery.
She listened intently to the report being delivered by her trusted advisor, Historia's piercing blue eyes remained fixed on the speaker.
"...and that concludes the latest update on the situation in the southern districts, Your Majesty," the advisor concluded, bowing respectfully before stepping back to allow Historia to respond.
Historia nodded thoughtfully. 'I'm horny.'
"Your thoughts?" the advisor asked.
'I'm horny, I'm horny, I'mhornyI'mhornyI'mhornyI'mhornyI'mhornyI'mhorny—!'
"Thank you for your report," Historia said, her voice steady and authoritative. "Continue to monitor the situation closely."
She was prepared to dismiss the advisor but realized she couldn't live like this. Another two weeks had passed and fuuuuck! She couldn't resist. Every night, she masturbated. Every night, she was plagued with dreams of a big cock.
"One last thing," Queen Historia said, "I want you to bring me Mikasa. I need something from her."
The advisor's eyes widened in surprise at Queen Historia's request, but he quickly composed himself and nodded in acknowledgment. "Of course, Your Majesty. I will see to it immediately."
With a bow, the advisor turned on his heel and hurried out of the grand hall, his footsteps echoing against the marble floors. Half an hour later, the Ackerman arrived in her scout uniform, her hair short, and her posture respectful.
"Your Majesty," Mikasa greeted respectfully, bowing her head in deference.
Queen Historia inclined her head in acknowledgment before speaking. "Mikasa, I have a favor to ask of you. I want a new scout uniform."
Mikasa blinked in surprise, but she quickly understood the queen's request. "Yes, Your Highness."
No questions. That was how Mikasa was. Loyal to a fault. Hopefully, someday, the warrior lady would give that loyalty over to someone other than Eren. Historia wasn't aware of the finer details but if the Rumbling occurred, then there was a chance that Eren would die. Historia pursed her lips.
'Someday, I hope she moves on. She's too good for Eren,' Historia thought.
Days passed. She returned to her cabin. Queen Historia stood before the grand mirror in her chambers, clad in the familiar fabric of the scout uniform. Gone were the elegant regal garments that had adorned her earlier, replaced now by the practical attire of the Survey Corps.
The uniform hugged her slender frame, its familiar fabric a stark contrast to the ornate attire she typically wore as queen. The light-brown jacket was short and emblazoned with the emblem of the Survey Corps at the breast and shoulder.
Beneath the jacket, Historia was the simple white shirt. A pair of sturdy white pants hugged her legs, further tightened by multiple belts that connected to the boots.
'This will do,' she thought. She purposely had Mikasa adjust the material of the pants to make them easily rippable. She had always wanted to get fucked in this and as queen, she would do anything to make her dream come true.
Looking at herself, she remembered the smaller members of her male comrades. Historia giggled and then skipped out of the room. She was told Evan was working at his barn. The doors flung open and Historia walked in.
She stopped. Evan was shirtless and placing down a box.
'Oh…oh, wow.' Historia didn't realize just how muscled he was—and how much that turned her. A very lean figure with impressive back muscles that faced her. Then he noticed her and he turned. Evan's clean set of abs was on full display.
Fuck. Despite being in her Scouts uniform, she felt vulnerable. Meek. Her knees nearly buckled but she pushed through. She marched up to him, went down to her knees, and pulled his pants down before he could say anything. Barging in unannounced, without warning, his cock appeared and she inhaled sharply.
His flaccid cock, sweaty and glossy and exhausted, yet notably larger than anyone among the Scouts. Historia loved it.
Her tongue quickly went up his ballsack. The moment his testicles were felt, her tongue went in circles, before returning to her path. Up to the base, following a thickening vein, her tongue followed a distinct path. Evan's cock reacted in kind. This was a surprise and he was exhausted from working.
Getting the queen to jerk him off and lick his balls was the best way to revitalize his stamina.
"Finally!" Historia cooed. His fully erect cock was summoned, stretching past her head with its immense length. Without hesitation, she pushed him down onto the ground and straddled his lap. Her Scouts uniform clung to her curves, accentuating every inch of her body. Evan's breath hitched as he watched her, unsure of what to do next.
"What are you waiting for?" Historia taunted, a smirk playing on her lips. "You're supposed to serve your queen."
Evan's hesitation turned into lust as he realized what was happening. He had never been with anyone like Historia before — confident and unapologetic about her desires. But there was something undeniably alluring about her audacity. She was shy yet at the sign of sex her personality switched like a lightbulb.
On instinct, his hands reached up to cup her breasts, squeezing them through the uniform. Historia smirked in response, arching her back against his touch. She leaned down to capture his lips in a hungry kiss, their tongues dancing together in a heated tangle.
Evan's grip went to Historia's hips as she rubbed her ass against him. He throbbed and throbbed and tasted her. He decided it was time to do what she asked. His hands went from her hips to her ass and tore her white pants apart. Her juicy pussy rubbed against his cock and inevitably…
"Yesssh….!"
Evan was inside. Fully inside. All twelve inches inside her tight, little pussy, clamping and begging him to fuck her. On his back, somewhat exhausted, he let her do all the work.
Historia arched her back further, her hips rocking back and forth. Simply by existing, his cock stirred up trouble in her womb. It was fucking addicting too. She shifted back and forth, back and forth, feeling herself build to an orgasm already. "So big…" Historia muttered. "So thick…! Nnngggh~!"
Slow and steady won the race. That was the phrase. But Historia couldn't stop herself from accelerating. She was grinding on him but she wanted more. She wanted to get fucked. The minutes passed and Evan panted harder with his exhaustion fading. Historia, meanwhile, smiled and moaned and rode him.
This time, there was no crown. This time, she wore her old uniform. This wasn't Historia Reiss; this was Krista Lenz. She was bursting out, her cheeks red and her riding slow and gentle. Shy. Not at all queen-like. Evan enjoyed this new side of her.
"S-sorry." The blonde whimpered. "You're just so fucking big—!"
That was it. Evan decided he had to fuck this hot, blushing slut. He had to. Otherwise, what was he blessed with this cock for? His hands mounted onto her hips—and thrust! His hips flung up, his cock bumping the deepest part of her, and the pregnant woman gasped.
"Mmmmmmppphhh—!"
SCHLAP—! SCHLAP—! SCHLAP—! SCHLAP—! SCHLAP—!
Evan was fucking her. There was no more riding, no more slowness. This was fast and rapid and absolutely impossible to resist. The Queen of Walls became the Queen of Moans. The sound of their skin slapping together mixed with her loud moans. Evan's fingers gripped her hips, slowing down slightly to guide her movements. He thrust into her with a primal hunger. He thrust into her to give her a chance.
"Yesssh~! Yes, yes, yessss~!" Historia moaned. She was back. The queen was truly back. "This is it~! This is the dick I waaanted~!"
Keep fucking, keep pounding, keep giving her that dick!
"Cumming! Cumming again!" Five more seconds of absurd fucking went by. Her ass cheeks were jiggling, her juices gushing out of his girthy cock. She didn't ride him often. Today, she was glad she didn't. This was a brand new experience and she was happy to do it in her old uniform. The ripped part of her pants added to the flavour of the fucking. She was dressed, ready to salute anyone, yet she was getting fucked anyway.
Evan was destroying all parts of her. Historia and Krista—both of them were receiving mind bending dick. If Eren and Reiner were here in his place…
"No way, no way!" Gasp. "I'm cummming again! Your dick! Your cock! It's irreplaceable!"
SCHLAP—! SCHLAP—! SCHLAP—! SCHLAP—! SCHLAP—!
Historia became louder. The harder he fucked, the deeper in lust she was embroiled in. It was impossible. Impossible, she moaned deliriously.
"Fuck me till I'm your personal whore!"
Historia's eyes were closed, lost in the sensation of being taken so forcefully. Her tongue was sticking out, her figure bouncing on top of the farmer. This wasn't her riding him, this was Evan fucking her. She let out a guttural moan as Evan hit a particularly sensitive spot deep inside her. Her walls clenched around him, urging him to go deeper and harder.
He did. He always did.
"A-aren't you already pregnant?" Evan asked, panting.
"Who cares!? Just FUCK MEEEE~!"
Evan's eyes went wide and his hips went harder. She was pregnant. His seed had made it inside her. The queen was his. He couldn't help but be swept up in the intensity of the moment. He had never felt so alive as he did in this raw and passionate encounter. This was not planned; this was pure lust. Pure desire. Pure ecstasy. No guards, no awareness, no reasons.
His role was done on a technical level. So what was this? This was his other role; to fuck the queen till her pussy belonged to him. To fuck the queen till her problems were gone. The way Historia responded to his every touch fueled his desire to explore every inch of her body.
His hands tightened around Historia's hips as he continued to thrust into her relentlessly. The sensation of their bodies colliding sent waves of pleasure coursing through his veins, erasing any lingering doubts that remained. This was Evan's job. This was the true fate of the farmer—to fuck Queen Historia. That was all. Nothing more, nothing less.
Evan growled through gritted teeth. "Let's keep fucking."
The words were nothing but words. What mattered were the two bodies entwined in a carnal dance. Cock inside a pussy that brimming in wet cunt juices. Every little thrust caused a tremble and a shake-up. Every orgasm caused a lovely moan. Each movement brought them closer to the edge until they were teetering on the precipice of ecstasy.
"I'm cumming!" Historia announced. Her voice was usually so soft and lovely. Even while fucking, the softness was there. "Cuuuuming~!"
Evan's balls clenched and he grit his teeth. "Me too."
Spurt, spurt, spurt!
His cumshots made the queen fall over and pant into his shoulder. Her ass cheeks were laid bare by the ripped pants, with the cock lodged inside her hole pulsing and filling her up. Cumming, cumming, cumming! Both of them were cumming and both of them were quaking. Their minds nearly melted. Evan's fingers went over to grope her ass cheeks, desiring their comfy firmness. Throb, throb, throb! Spurt, spurt, spurt!
His balls relaxed.
Queen Historia's womb was full—and there was no reason for it. She was pregnant. She did this because she wanted to.
Laboriously, Historia rose back up, her blue eyes cloudy and delirious. She was unable to sit upright, her face hovering inches away from Evan. They almost kissed but didn't when they felt his cock throb again. "Ah…"
The farmer's fingers squeezed her ass cheeks. "Your Highness," Evan called out, breath tickling her, "this is far from over."
Historia blinked twice. Oh, right. She did order him to fuck her till she was his personal whore.
"Mmmmmppph~! I'm CUMMMMIIIING~!"
Historia's cries would echo for no one to hear except the farmer.
***
The throne room was a sacred place. It was the manifestation of Karl Fritz's future. The figurehead kings, the history, and the power—all of it was centralized within the great throne in which many important meetings occurred. Chairs were set up for the monarch's greatest advisors to discuss. Powerful men and diplomats entered this area with anxiety and fear.
Tonight, it wasn't Queen Historia that sat on the throne and there was certainly no fear. The man that sat on the throne was Evan, a farmer of a long forgotten part of northern Wall Sheena.
The queen was on her knees, nude with her crown sitting on her head. Her body was lusted over by many men. Her breasts were small and her ass was tight. She was a blonde beauty that exuded a sense of innocence. That was not the case here. Here, she was sex incarnate. Here, she possessed desires like any other slut.
One arm was looped around the farmer's bare leg while her lips breathed heavily on his balls. Protruding to the heavens was a fat, meaty cock. Historia's pussy was dripping wet with anticipation, and she couldn't wait to feel him inside her. Her tongue went up his ballsack, letting them twitch and pulse.
His fist rested on his cheek and the farmer smiled. "Good girl. You can cum now."
Historia smiled brightly. She climbed him and came close, lips touching, ass rubbing against his massive cock. She raised herself by the sidebars of the throne chair, spread her legs wide, and slammed down on his cock.
Her back arched. Her soft voice let out a gasp. Her breasts were pinched and groped. Historia came right then and there.
'This is the life of a queen—!'