Pieck(Attack on Titan)

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Pieck tottered into her room on crutches, fresh from her latest deployment. Returning to human-form was always a strange experience for her; she spent so long as the Cart Titan that the quadrupedal mode of movement started to imprint itself on her brain, became her baseline, so standing on two feet again was a wobbly, off-balance affair. She was glad to flop down onto her bed, falling face-first into the pillow so her wavy black hair splayed outwards and her butt poked into the air. She gave a little groan. Soft fabric, how she'd missed it. Even sleep had become something of a foreign concept to her – one she couldn't wait to re-acquaint herself with.

But first, she had business to attend to.

Reaching back, Pieck rested a hand on the curve of her thick tush, peered over a shoulder, and said in a low, crooning voice, "I'm ready when you are."

Her Panzer crew entered the room, blushing and nervous, lancing among themselves as though they didn't quite believe this was real. Their uniforms fit loosely; they'd already undone their collar buttons and loosened their belts, and they seemed just as tired as she was after a long deployment, but this might be the only chance they got to enjoy themselves before new orders arrived.

"Miss Pieck, are you sure this is okay?" asked one of the men, placing his cap on the dresser.

"Of course. You've all worked so hard for me; it's only right that I reward you…" Pieck rocked her butt slowly from side to side, all too aware of the effect it had on her crew. They stared, hypnotised, at her gorgeously wide-flanked ass swaying in her tight uniform pants. Already, they were struggling to disguise the bulges tenting out their own pants…but then they realised: they didn't need to hide anything. Miss Pieck had invited them here, and for the first time in their careers, they could show her exactly how they felt about her.

"So, er…how should we…start…?" asked another man, his voice trailing off to a breathy husk before the sentence was over.

"How would you like to?" Pieck hummed, turning her head aside so her cheek rested on the pillow. She closed her eyes and arched her back in a catlike stretch, reaching under her belly to rub her crotch with two fingers. Her thighs spread further apart, and she gave a low groan of pleasure, teasing her men with every motion. They were such sweethearts; they needed a little goading to set their feelings free. "If you keep me waiting, I might just fall asleep."

"Miss Pieck…" At last, one of the men stepped forward. His crewmates flushed with envy and anger as he reached around Pieck and unbuttoned her pants, fumbling his way through the delicate task. She could feel his warmth bearing down on her, hear his breaths growing heavier as he tugged at her pants…and again…struggling to work her waistband down around her impressive rump. She grinned into her pillow, so they couldn't see, and wiggled her tush to help him out. Soon, her pale ass started to spill from containment, a delicious butt-cleavage appearing through her waistband, squished into a pancake by the tight fabric, more and more appearing with each second – until her pants passed the midway point, and the daring soldier could pull them all the way down without further resistance. Her rump wobbled into the open air, so round and gorgeous that the crewmen stared in dreamy silence while she kicked her feet weakly, her legs squeezed together by her crumpled pants.

"Ah… She's so sexy," she heard one of the men say.

"H-How dare you talk about Miss Pieck like that?" another hissed. "She's an angel."

The daring soldier, looming over her butt, had to pause to steady his breathing. When he was ready, he pulled her pants all the way off, carefully folded them, and laid them on the dresser next to his cap. Then he wrapped his burly arms around Pieck's thighs, leaned forward, and buried his face between her asscheeks! Her crew gasped in astonishment, watching one of their number achieve what they'd all so ardently dreamt of; engulfing his cheeks in the overwhelming pale flesh of her rump, squeezing himself deep in there so his eyes and forehead vanished too. Pieck chuckled and rolled her hips in circles, once clockwise, and once counter-clockwise, teasing her brave crewman with every motion.

"Well, well. It looks like you're just as eager for a good pillow as I am," she said, reaching back to push her fingers through his hair. "Don't fall asleep, now…"

"I wouldn't…dream of it," said the daring soldier, finally surfacing for breath. To Pieck's surprise, without asking, he slapped her thick ass with an open palm, sending her cheeks cascading from side to side, leaving a bright pink handprint on her right flank. She yelped, and the rest of her crew started forwards.

"Y-You…marked Miss Pieck's flesh!" one of the men cried, his voice wavering, betraying the true reason for his anger; that he wished it were his handprint adorning her rump instead. Pieck had to suppress another laugh. She pressed her palms beneath her chest and lifted her ass even higher, surprising her men by peering down under her own body, beneath her breasts and between her parted thighs, at them.

"I'm getting impatient," she said. "Would it help if I ordered you to take your pants off?"

The men looked at each other, gulped, and obeyed. There was a clicking of belt buckles and a sliding of fabric, as one by one, they dropped their uniform pants and boxers alike, letting their rock-hard cocks spring up into the air. They were all red-faced, all nervous as children. Pieck was enjoying this feeling of power over the Marleyans; she could bend them around her little finger if she wanted to, but as it happened, the sight of their proud…ah…'soldiers', standing upright and rigid, made her mind haze with lust, and her tongue slide across her lips in a truly depraved display. Lifting herself fully onto all fours, she looked at the daring soldier and winked.

That was all he needed. He clambered onto the bed, looming over Pieck and grasping her wide hips. His expression was taut, his hair damp with sweat, his chest heaving in his shirt as he ran his cock up between her huge asscheeks. She gave him an encouraging croon, and bit her pillow when he squirted a rope of precum over her back. She hoped he wouldn't cum too soon...

"Okay," he breathed, drawing back his hips until his glans pressed against her pussylips. She was still wearing her white panties, which he tugged aside to expose her slender womanhood. Behind him, a murmured had kicked up among the Panzer crew, mostly concerning the shocking fact that Miss Pieck shaved her pubic region. She was completely hairless down there! The daring soldier ignored them; he was completely focused on the task at hand. "I'm going to…ah…" He shut up, realising he didn't need to say anything; Pieck was biting the pillow hard, looking over her shoulder at him with one wavering eye. He took another deep breath, squeezed her hips, and then slowly pressed forward. The sensation of her pussy wrapping around his cock was a blissful as he'd always dreamed; he groaned and clenched his jaw, fighting himself, straining not to cum right away. Her inner folds gripped his cock tightly, almost seemed to pull him deeper, deeper… Pieck gasped and groaned as he penetrated her.

"Don't be shy," she growled into the pillow. "Fffhuah.~"

That little noise spurred the daring soldier on, awakened something within him that he'd been desperately trying to suppress. A choked cry escaped him, and at last, he started to pump. Pieck gasped in pleasure, driving her chest into the bedsheets as her monumental ass started to bounce up and down under the soldier's thrusts. "M-Miss Pieck," he said hoarsely, sliding his hands all over her asscheeks as he drove in and out, in and out, plunging deeper with every thrust. Just once before he died, he wanted go balls-deep inside Pieck, and now he strived toward that goal. She cried out when he passed the three-quarters point, a hint of pain in her voice, but as if to banish his doubts, she pushed herself against him, her hips corkscrewing in pleasure, urging him deeper! Miss Pieck liked it rough, and she wasn't afraid to show it. The daring solder exhaled as though releasing some kind of spirit from deep within – before leaning over Pieck, snarling, and starting to ravage her just like he'd always desired. His hips battered her asscheeks roughly, colliding with their pillowy perfection again and again to make them leap, smack, and clap against him. He wrapped an arm around her neck and buried his face in her hair, ramming balls-deep with every thrust, spanking her lower belly with his swinging sack while the rest of the team watched in horror and lust. Pieck yelped, whimpered, and cried out in throes of bliss, wrenching her pillow up around her face as she shuddered in utter delight. She'd never had had pussy stirred like this before, and she was loving every second of it – every individual schlap of flesh on flesh sending a deep spasm of bliss through her. Drool trickled between her clenched teeth, and her tired eyes blurred out of focus as she gave into the pleasurable haze.

"Hnngh…! Ah, huah!" Pieck tried her best to meet the daring soldier thrust-for-thrust, but he was stronger than her, overpowering her attempts to fight back, driving her deeper into the bedsheets with each successive thrust. The most she could do was squeeze her pillow, arch her back, and ride the waves of pleasure and pain toward their natural conclusion--!

Her Panzer crew gasped in shock when she came, howling into her pillow and digging her nails in deep. Her rough-pumped pussy squirted clear fuckjuice across the bedsheets, like a dam springing a leak, and when her head emerged from the pillow, she was biting the fabric so hard it nearly tore! She shuddered and gurgled in bliss, red-faced and delighted, while the arm around her throat squeezed even tighter. The daring soldier was surprised that he'd outlasted Pieck, but he knew he couldn't keep it up. Miss Pieck was just too wonderful not to dump a monstrous load inside. He felt a smug sense of satisfaction that the other crewmen had to watch him erupt in her pussy before they got a chance to, but that feeling quickly washed away under the white-hot flood that was his orgasm. He actually moaned out loud as he came, bucking forwards and sealing his cock balls-deep inside her, engulfing every last inch in her clenching, squeezing pussy just before the first shot of dense, pent-up cream spurted into her womb! He felt like he was melting, losing his mind to the heat as he twitched and trembled against Pieck's pancaked asscheeks, groaning through tightly-clenched teeth as rope after fat rope exploded up his shaft and against her cervix. He felt her pussylips wringing his base, almost seeming to kiss his shaft as it throbbed and bucked inside her, packing her to the brim with a truly monstrous load.

When he was done, he remained inside her for a long minute, breathing heavily, amazed by what he'd just done. He could die happy now, knowing that he'd shared a wild, blissful romp with a goddess… At last, he pulled back, his slime-soaked cock emerging slowly from Pieck's tightly-clinging pussy…until his glistening glans popped out of her, spurted another rope down her thigh, and started to deflate. "Ah…" he breathed.

"Hnn…" Pieck groaned into her pillow, and as the daring soldier climbed off of the bed, she rolled onto her back and peered down at her crew, lazy-smiling and breathing heavily, while cum oozed from her reddened pussy. Her crew gulped unanimously, shocked to see her in such a state – but then they stood to attention as she extended a hand, and crooked a finger. "Come here," she said. "I'm going to take care of you all…for as long as you can keep going. After all…we might not get this chance again."

(A/N: what kind if smut would you like to see for next upcoming chapters?)