The Empire of Titans Chapter 54 (A Night of Pleasure) (Patreon)

In the dimly lit room, she feels his presence before she even sees him. She can sense the magnetism between them as he approaches, the electricity that always crackles in the air whenever they reunite.

She feels the heat of his breath against her ear as he softly mumbles, "I missed you, Annie." In that instant, a rush of emotions surges through her, causing her to twist her body instinctively.

As her gaze meets his, she notices the intensity in his eyes, a reflection of the longing that mirrors her own. His strong hands find their place on her hips, their touch both comforting and possessive. She can't help but melt into him, her body relaxing under his touch.

Slowly, their eyes close, and their lips meet in a dance of tenderness and desire. For a fleeting moment, they break apart, their breaths mingling in the air as they savor the intensity of their shared moment. Their gazes lock, momentarily capturing the depth of their connection.

With the hesitation vanquished, a surge of desire propels them forward, their mouths colliding in a tumultuous union, driven by a shared longing and an insatiable hunger. In this passionate embrace, his tongue ventures forth, entwining with hers in a fierce dance, evoking a symphony of pleasurable sounds as both succumb to the intoxicating pleasure. The need for mere respiration fades into insignificance as their sole focus becomes the all-consuming act of kissing. Annie enveloped in an ethereal fog, is oblivious to the passage of time, as her senses are captivated solely by the velvety touch of his lips and the tantalizing allure of his irresistible tongue.

Craving his presence with an intensity that set her soul ablaze, she surrenders herself and subtly molds her body against his, yearning for an even deeper connection. In the exquisite intimacy of the moment, she savors the sensation of his awakening desire, a palpable heat that gracefully imprints upon the small of her back, igniting a symphony of sensations within her. A delighted and mischievous grin graces her lips as she playfully squirms, provoking a primal growl that escapes his throat, resonating with raw passion. Their shared language of passion and desire is spoken through the enchanting dance of their entwined tongues.

As his right hand delicately explores the contours of her body, a single finger ventures daringly into her skirt's waistband. In that electrifying moment, an intense surge of heat courses through her veins, setting her senses ablaze with desire and anticipation.

With measured precision, his hand glides from her side towards the soft curve of her stomach, the warmth of his touch leaving an indelible imprint on her fevered skin. A solitary finger ventures forth, like a flickering flame dancing upon the canvas of her bare flesh, tracing an inferno of sensation that ignites her being. Inhaling deeply, she feels the intoxicating rush of breath intertwines with the pulsating waves of pleasure.

As his fingers delicately trace the contours of her waistband, they venture beneath the silken fabric of her skirt, discovering the delicate lace of her underwear that clings to his touch like a magnet. The gentle caress of his hand against her supple skin sends waves of electric anticipation coursing through her body, eliciting a soft moan of desire as she succumbs to the intoxicating moment. Reluctantly parting from their passionate kiss, she yearns for more, her breath hitching in anticipation. In response, he seeks solace on the expanse of her neck, bestowing a trail of tender kisses, occasionally pausing to nibble playfully on her earlobe.

Her breaths come in rapid yet deliberate waves, resonating with a profound intensity. Each inhalation fills her lungs to capacity. His fingers, adorned with gentle finesse, explore her supple skin. With each delicate stroke, a symphony of pleasure courses through her veins, causing her to emit a profound and euphoric moan that reverberates in the depths of her being.

His hands, now drenched in the essence of their shared desires, glide effortlessly over her form, their touch seamless and fluid.

She lets her head fall back against his chest, panting, "I have dreamed of doing this, Eren..."

"Oh?" Eren mutters, still kissing her neck, gently rocking his hips against her back every time she gasps.

With its tight grip, the skirt acts as an obstacle, impeding his desire to caress her. Its fabric presses against his wrist, restricting his movements and intensifying his longing. Sensing the urgency, she deftly unfastens the button situated on the skirt's side, liberating him from its confining hold. As the skirt loosens, it gracefully drapes from her hips, revealing the allure of her untucked shirt. Skillfully wriggling her underwear down her legs while remaining entangled in his teasing grip.

As his hand roams freely, exploring every inch of her body, he skillfully caresses her in a myriad of tantalizing ways, evoking delightful sensations that ignite her senses and elicit irresistible moans of ecstasy. Meanwhile, his other hand delicately reaches down, gracefully lifting one of her legs, securing his grip just below the knee, gently extending it to the side, causing her legs to part, revealing her vulnerability, and surrendering herself to his touch. In response, she leans back, surrendering the weight of her body to him.

The build-up has been intense, but nothing compared to the bolt that runs through her when his fingertips finally graze against her clit.

Lost in the depths of desire, she emits a passionate moan that reverberates from the back of her throat, delicately uttering his name while he refuses to yield. He tenderly caresses her sensitive core, relishing in the pleasure he evokes, causing her to gasp and writhe with each unhurried stroke of his skilled finger. His rhythm quickens. Waves of heat engulf her physically and sexually as her hand instinctively rises to glide through his silken tresses, intermingling passion with tenderness. Consumed by the moment, she inhales deep breaths.

When the symphony of sensations reaches its exhilarating peak, she completely surrenders to the overwhelming pleasure coursing through her veins. With an uninhibited cry escaping her lips, she screams his name. As her body quivers with the moment's intensity, she finds solace in his strong arms, secure in the knowledge that he will never let her fall. With tender strokes, he guides her descent from the dizzying heights of ecstasy, his touch a soothing balm for her trembling nerves. Leaning her head back against his solid chest, she allows herself to be carried away by the waves of pleasure, her movements fluid and unrestrained.

He tenderly lets her leg down, removes his hand, and, though her entire body is softly suffused with pleasure, raises his fingers to his lips. She watches as he carefully puts each finger in his mouth and cleans her from his hand.

She turns her body into him, leaning up to kiss him. She can taste just a hint of herself on his lips.

Having tortured herself with the thought of going down on him all day, she wastes no time once her breathing steadies a little. Her hands fumble with his belt, and she tries to remove it as soon as possible.

Finally freed from the constraints of the confining buckle, she deftly unfastens his trousers with a tantalizing slowness, savoring the anticipation that hangs in the air. As her fingers graze the fabric, she can sense his fervent desire, palpable and electric, as his restless hands embark on a journey, tracing ethereal lines of fiery longing across the landscape of her back.

With a breathless daring, she delves beneath the layers of his clothing, her hand venturing until she finds refuge in the warmth of his essence. A surge of pleasure courses through her as she wraps her fingers around him, causing him to quiver with an intoxicating mixture of pleasure and need.

As their lips met in a passionate kiss, he leaned back against the cool, textured wall, feeling its support as he sought to regain his balance from the electrifying encounter. Meanwhile, she gracefully descended to her knees, an act of deliberate surrender, her eyes locked on him with an intense desire. The hard surface of the floor beneath her sent a tingling sensation through her body, contrasting with the gentle sway of her skirt, which still clung loosely to her hips, teasingly revealing a glimpse of her feminine curves. With a deliberate, almost mischievous motion, she parted her legs just enough to invite exploration, her hand slipping between them with practiced ease, her body tingling with anticipation and her senses overwhelmed by the lingering sensations of their recent intimacy, her wetness begging for further attention.

She deliberately looks up; her gorgeous blue eyes meet his startling green ones. They are both very firmly on the same page, sporting matching expressions of unrestrained desire, and she reaches out to touch him again, making him hiss through his teeth. He makes a little groan with each experimental jerk, each one lengthening as she repeats the action.

He has to fight to keep his eyes open, half-lidded in pleasure. As her fingers trace across her clit, she moans, licks, and parts her full lips, still making blazing eye contact, and her tongue ventured forth, gliding along the underside of his throbbing head, eliciting a primal cry of pleasure that echoed her name across the room. The sound reverberated through her, igniting a fresh surge of desire that coursed through her veins like a relentless wildfire, consuming her every thought. The taste of him, tantalizing and electrifying, sent waves of excitement crashing against the shores of her senses. As she continued to take more of his thick arousal into her mouth, the delectable flavor only intensified, fueling her craving to explore even greater depths of pleasure.

He gasps and moans, and one of his hands comes up to gently rest in her hair. He doesn't pull, just runs his twitching fingers through her hair and against her scalp. It tingles pleasantly, though nothing compared to the sensation her hand is producing between her legs.

With a seductive sway of her hips, she rhythmically bobs her head in perfect syncopation, savoring each moment as she slides him in and out of her mouth, eliciting an intense response from him. The passionate dance between them intensifies as she gradually takes him deeper and deeper, feeling the overwhelming fullness in her mouth and throat. The sensations are so intoxicating that she momentarily pauses, her fingers abandoning their seductive dance on herself, to loosen her tie and release the top button of her shirt, allowing a brief respite from the tantalizing tension building between them.

Eren's body tenses, a palpable anticipation coursing through him as he calls out Annie's name, his voice laced with a warning that promises imminent release.

Her lips parted to welcome his essence, a sweet symphony of pleasure and desire. The taste of his delicious, intoxicating cum dances on her tongue, a tantalizing sensation that fills her mouth with an overwhelming intensity. A bead of his essence dares to escape, tracing a glistening path across her luscious lips and cascading down the side of his throbbing manhood. Yet, fueled by an insatiable hunger, she adjusts her position, her mouth yearning to take him even deeper, an act of desperate devotion as she craves to savor every last drop.

As he repeatedly utters her name, his voice trembling with both pleasure and anticipation, she persists in her fervent task of eagerly consuming every last bit of his savory essence. In that moment, an overwhelming sense of empowerment surges through her, magnified by witnessing the ethereal bliss etched across his countenance. With an intoxicating blend of satisfaction and confidence, she comprehends the profound impact she possesses over him, capable of invoking such intense sensations at her whim, an ability that resides within her grasp, ready to be unleashed whenever desired.

As she gracefully let go of him, she savored the newfound liberation, embracing the opportunity to draw in long, replenishing breaths that had eluded her during their passionate encounter. She delicately wiped away the remnants of their shared intimacy from her lips with a gentle gesture. Then, mirroring his actions, she meticulously attended to her fingers, relishing his lingering taste as each lick hinted at their unrestrained desire.

Falling to his knees, he kisses along her jaw and down her neck, his hand resting gently atop her hand through her skirt. "You're beautiful, Annie," he murmurs, "I could watch you do this for hours...but..."

Suddenly, he is lifting and laying her on the cold floor. She looks up at him, softly biting her bottom lip.

He looks down at her, lying there, tied loose, shirt untucked, and delicately raises her skirt. His eyes burn with an implacable passion, with an unrelenting lust. She doesn't know whether to feel embarrassed or empowered by his reaction, knowing that he is staring in wonder at her damp curls and her utterly soaking cunt. In the end, she splits the difference between the two emotions, half covers her face with one hand, peering at him between her fingers, and opens her legs wider to him, angling her hips up.

"Fuck, Annie, you are incredible," he says as he takes her wet hand and worships each finger with his mouth. When he finishes, he kisses her inside her right knee, and her back arches in anticipation.

He embarks on a tantalizing exploration of her body, leaving a scorching trail of fiery kisses along the delicate contours of her inner thigh. As if possessed by an insatiable passion, he skillfully lifts her other leg, effortlessly draping it over his broad, strong shoulder. His fingers, tracing a path of desire, ascend her supple thigh, mirroring the ascending journey of his mouth, which leaves behind a trail of electric sensations. His gentle yet intoxicatingly intense touch compels her to yield, spreading her legs beneath him in a fervent response to his fervor. Time seems to stand still as his lips settle at the summit of her thigh, where it meets the curve of her pelvis, bestowing fervent kisses upon their union. With deliberate slowness, he continues his descent, savoring each moment, each inch of her exquisite form...

As he explores the depths of her pussy, his tongue glides with a mesmerizing gracefulness over the delicate contours of her moist folds, evoking a symphony of sensations that amplifies her yearning. In response, she arches her hips, a primal instinct seeking closer connection, as her moans escape with a fervent intensity.

Lost in the intoxication of pleasure, she utters tantalizingly provocative words, her mind consumed solely by the insatiable need for him, willing to articulate anything that will bring him closer to her. With the strength of his touch, he firmly anchors her thigh, an embodiment of his dominance, while his other hand tenderly dances along her entrance, tracing delicate circles that amplify her anticipation. He teases, his every motion a promise of gratification, yet withholding the ultimate fulfillment, leaving her teetering on the edge of ecstasy.

In a matter of moments, the anticipation grew palpable as his tongue skillfully traced languid, sensuous patterns across the delicate folds of her pussy. With each stroke, her body surrendered to a whirlwind of pleasure, leaving her vulnerable and breathless, the only words escaping her lips being his name, a melodic chant echoing through the room.

Meanwhile, his thumb continued its tantalizing dance, teasing her relentlessly, never daring to breach the inner sanctum. As a particularly intense surge of ecstasy coursed through her, she arched her back, a desperate plea for more pressure, more velocity, and, undoubtedly, more of Eren. In a serendipitous twist, his thumb inadvertently ventured lower, lightly caressing her asshole, instantly igniting a cocktail of sensations she never knew existed.

He moves his hand away quickly, but she groans at an octave lower than before; the sensation is new to her, intrinsically forbidden, but suddenly, she finds a whole new realm of pleasure. How could she not have noticed how sensitive she was there before? "No, put it back..." and then when he hesitates, she isn't above begging, "Please, Eren. Please."

With a steady rhythm, his tongue continued to explore the delicate folds of her most sensitive spot, evoking a symphony of pleasure that echoed through her body. As he ventured further, his thumb, trembling with anticipation, gingerly made contact with the tight entrance of her backside. The arousal coursing through her veins had drenched her womanhood and left a tantalizing trail of moisture on his thumb, creating an intoxicating blend of desire and curiosity.

Undeterred by the unfamiliar territory, he skillfully guided his thumb along the contours of the clenched muscle, igniting a cascade of sensations that reverberated through her trembling legs. With each lingering touch, her moans harmonized with the symphony of their passion.

"I've never," she gasps, "never touched myself there before. How, why, does it feel so good?"

He is too busy to answer, but emboldened by her clear arousal and desire, he gladly gives her what she wants. As before, he teases and circles her with his thumb in concert with his assault on her clit. She continues to move her hips in response, driven by forbidden desire, each time pushing harder and harder on his thumb until she softly gives way and he is inside her.

She closes her eyes, her face screwed up in intense pleasure. She moans breathes his name, and it becomes too much. She is so tight around his thumb; even though she knows it can't be inside her more than half an inch, she still feels so full, and his tongue is driving her wild, her clit throbbing from his unceasing attention.

Her orgasm crashes through her, screaming his name and arching her back on the cold floor. She can feel her arsehole repeatedly and unconsciously contract around his thumb.

Utterly spent, her legs and arms go limp. She has never been so out of breath in her life, though she gives one last little moan as he removes his thumb. He continues to lick and kiss between her thighs until her orgasm has fully run its course, then he sits up to cradle her in his arms.

"Wow," he says, eventually, and the best she can do is nod in desperate agreement and continue to take quick breaths, her hair a complete mess.

As they were about to resume their activities, a sudden interruption halted their progress - the door swung open, unveiling the striking figure of Mikasa. Clad in nothing but shorts and a form-fitting shirt that barely concealed her toned muscles and alluring curves. Annie couldn't suppress a groan of annoyance; as fate would have it, Mikasa, of all people, had chosen this moment to thwart their plans.

"What do you want, we are busy?" Annie questioned with annoyance; despite being naked, she wasn't that bothered that she was naked, knowing Eren was often glancing at her ass.

"I always sleep with Eren, and tomorrow is the trial. So, I will join you two," Mikasa said casually; with a subtle yet deliberate motion, she gracefully removed her constricting shirt, unveiling her bare and glistening chest, with rivulets of perspiration tracing the contours of her sculpted upper body.

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Chapter 55 (The Beast Titan) will come out around 25-28 September

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