Maki fucking you with her strap, while Mikasa plays with your tits and overstimulates your clit:(
Your back arched against the soft sheets, legs spread wide as Maki positioned herself between them, her muscular frame casting a shadow over your trembling body. The burn scars etched across her arms and the side of face, her short dark green hair tousled from earlier urgency.
Her single visible eye, sharp and intense, locked onto yours while she adjusted the thick strap-on harnessed to her hips, the realistic silicone cock jutting out firm and ready. Mikasa knelt beside you as she leaned in, her strong hands already cupping your breasts, thumbs brushing over your hardened nipples.
"Look at you, already so wet for me," Maki growled, her voice rough and commanding, scarred lips curling into a smirk.
She dragged the tip of the strap along your slick folds, teasing your entrance without mercy. "Gonna fuck you deep, make you feel every inch until you're begging."
You whimpered, hips bucking up instinctively, but Mikasa's grip tightened on your breasts, squeezing the soft flesh until you gasped. Her fingers rolled your nipples between them, pinching just hard enough to send sparks of pleasure-pain shooting straight to your core.
"Stay still," she murmured, her breath hot against your ear, voice low and steady like the soldier she was. "Let Maki take what's hers. These tits are mine to play with right now."
Maki didn't wait for more words. With a firm thrust, she pushed the strap-on inside you, the girth stretching your pussy walls deliciously, filling you completely in one smooth motion.
You cried out, nails digging into the sheets as she bottomed out, her buff thighs pressing against yours. The scars on her body flexed with each movement, a testament to her strength as she started a slow, deliberate rhythm, pulling back until just the tip remained before slamming in again.
"Fuck—yes, Maki, harder," you moaned, your body jolting with every plunge. The silicone dragged against your inner walls, hitting that sensitive spot deep inside that made your toes curl.
Mikasa's hands kneaded your breasts more insistently now, her palms grinding against your nipples, twisting them until they ached in the best way. She leaned down, capturing one peak in her mouth, sucking hard while her tongue flicked over it relentlessly.
"You're so responsive," Mikasa said, popping off your nipple with a wet sound, her lips glistening. "These nipples are begging for it—hard and swollen just for me." Her free hand trailed lazy circles around the base of your breast, heightening the sensitivity before she latched onto the other side, teeth grazing the tender bud lightly.
Maki's pace quickened, her hips snapping forward with raw power, the harness rubbing against her own clit with each thrust, drawing a low grunt from her throat.
"That's it, take it all," she demanded, one scarred hand gripping your thigh to hold you open wider, the other bracing on the bed beside your head. Her missing eye's scar pulled tight as she focused on your face, watching every twitch and moan. "Your pussy's clenching around me like it never wants me to stop. Greedy little thing."
The room filled with the obscene sounds of skin slapping against skin, your arousal coating the strap and dripping down your ass.
Mikasa's mouth worked your breasts over, alternating between sucking and nipping, leaving them flushed and marked with faint red bites. You writhed beneath them, pleasure building in waves, but then her hand began its descent—fingers splaying across your stomach, tracing the curve of your hip before dipping lower.
"Oh god, Mikasa—" you gasped as her palm cupped your mound, her middle finger finding your clit with expert precision. She rubbed slow circles at first, matching Maki's thrusts, the sensation making your vision blur. Maki didn't let up, pounding into you harder, the strap-on's base grinding against her as she chased her own building heat.
"Feel that?" Mikasa whispered, her voice husky against your skin as she increased the pressure on your clit, flicking it back and forth rapidly. "I'm gonna make you cum so hard you see stars. Keep squeezing Maki like that—show her how much you love being filled."
Your body tensed, the overstimulation hitting like a freight train. Maki's thrusts grew erratic, her muscular arms flexing as she drove deeper, the scars on her limbs shifting with the effort. "Come on, scream for us," she urged, leaning down to capture your lips in a bruising kiss, her tongue invading your mouth just as Mikasa's fingers sped up, pinching your clit lightly before rubbing it in tight, relentless circles.
The coil in your belly snapped. Your orgasm ripped through you, pussy spasming around the strap-on, walls fluttering wildly as waves of ecstasy crashed over your body. "Maki—fuck, Mikasa, I'm cumming!" you cried into her mouth, legs shaking uncontrollably. Juices squirted out around the silicone, soaking Maki's thighs and the sheets beneath.
Maki groaned, her own climax hitting from the friction, hips grinding against the harness as she rode out your pulses. "Shit, yes- just like that." She slowed her thrusts but didn't pull out, letting you feel every aftershock.
Mikasa didn't stop, though. Her fingers kept working your clit, lighter now but insistent, drawing out the pleasure into something almost painful. "Not done yet," she said with a soft chuckle, her other hand still toying with your nipple, tugging it gently. "I want another one. Rub yourself against Maki—let her feel how sensitive you are."
You whined, oversensitive and trembling, but the command in her voice made you obey. Your hips rolled weakly, the strap still buried deep, sending jolts through your clit with every tiny movement. Maki smirked, starting a shallow grind, the base pressing right where you needed it. "Good girl. You're not tapping out until we say so."
Mikasa's hand drifted back up briefly to squeeze your breast, thumbing the nipple before sliding down again, her fingers now slick with your release as she strummed your clit faster. The overstimulation built quickly, a second orgasm coiling tighter, sharper. "Please—it's too much, Mikasa, I can't—" you begged, but your body betrayed you, arching into her touch.
"You can," Maki interrupted, thrusting once more for emphasis, her scarred hand sliding up to hold your jaw, forcing you to meet her gaze. "And you will. Cum again for us—show Mikasa how you gush."
Her words pushed you over. The second climax hit harder, your pussy clenching desperately around the strap, a fresh wave of wetness flooding out as you screamed their names. Mikasa's fingers circled through it all, prolonging the bliss until tears pricked your eyes, body convulsing in pure, overwhelming release.
Finally, they eased off—Maki pulling out slowly with a wet pop, the strap glistening, while Mikasa's hand stilled, giving your clit one last gentle stroke. They both hovered over you, breathing heavy, satisfaction etched on their faces. Maki's single eye softened just a fraction as she brushed a strand of hair from your forehead. "Perfect," she murmured.
Mikasa nodded, pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder. "Absolutely perfect."
