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Mikasa trudged wearily up the winding dirt path leading to her modest home in the Hidden Leaf Village, her muscles still humming from the night's exertions.
The early morning sun pierced through the dense foliage of the surrounding trees, casting dappled shadows on the ground like a mosaic of light and dark.
Birds chirped melodiously from the branches, oblivious to the turmoil in her mind. The air was fresh, laced with the subtle scent of pine and distant woodsmoke from neighboring homes, but it did little to cool the heat simmering in her veins.She couldn't deny it anymore—Minato was the best lover she'd ever had. It wasn't just his enormous cock, thick and veined like a weapon forged for pleasure, that left her craving more.
No, it was his expertise, the way his fingers could coax orgasms from her body with feather-light touches or firm pressure, knowing exactly where to press, tease, and stroke. Just recalling his hands on her skin sent a shiver cascading down her spine, her nipples hardening against the fabric of her tank top.
Last night at the secluded beach, under a canopy of stars and the rhythmic crash of waves, he'd dominated both her and Nico Robin with effortless command.
Robin, with her exotic beauty—long black hair, piercing blue eyes, and her unique ninjutsu that allowed her to sprout extra limbs—had been as enthralled as Mikasa.
Minato had taken them simultaneously, his strong body pinning them to the warm sand, thrusting into one while fingering the other, his voice a gravelly whisper of dominance: "You're mine tonight, both of you. Scream for me."The memory made her panties dampen anew, a slick warmth spreading between her thighs.
She ached deep inside, a pulsing need that only Minato's dick could fill, stretching her, claiming her until she shattered. But as she reached the wooden door of her home, guilt crashed over her like a cold wave.
In the haze of passion, she'd forgotten to tell Eren she'd be out all night. Her husband, the man she'd vowed to stand by through wars and missions, deserved better. It was wrong, irresponsible even, in their open relationship.
Communication was key, and she'd failed. "Guess I'll have to make it up to him somehow," she muttered to herself, pushing the door open with a soft creak.The house was silent, the living room bathed in soft morning light filtering through rice-paper windows.
Dust motes danced in the air, and the faint scent of last night's dinner lingered. She kicked off her sandals, padding quietly down the hallway lined with family photos—Eren's intense green eyes staring back from framed memories of their wedding, their missions.
Reaching the master bedroom, where the king-sized bed with its soft cotton sheets awaited, she turned the knob and swung the door open.What she saw made her pause, a flicker of surprise crossing her stoic features.
Eren lay on the bed, his muscular frame propped against the headboard, pants shoved down to his thighs. His dick, hard and glistening, was buried in the mouth of a black-haired woman with pearl-white skin that glowed like porcelain in the sunlight.
The woman—Amber, Mikasa realized, recognizing her as Eren's new junior from the village's intelligence division—had her full lips wrapped around him, cheeks hollowing as she sucked with enthusiasm.
Her hands cupped his balls, massaging gently, while Eren's fingers threaded through her silky hair, guiding her rhythm.The scene froze as the door opened.
Amber pulled back with a gasp, Eren's cock slipping free with a wet smack, strings of saliva connecting her lips to the tip. Eren's eyes snapped open, surprise etching his features. He hadn't heard her enter; he'd assumed she'd be with Minato until midday.
Last night, feeling the emptiness of the house, he'd messaged Amber, his promising subordinate with a sharp mind and an even sharper body. They'd tumbled into bed hours ago, fucking until exhaustion, only to resume this morning.
Amber's eyes widened in terror, her face flushing crimson. She scrambled back on the bed, clutching the sheets to her chest, her perky breasts heaving.
"Oh gods, Mrs. Ackerman—I mean, Mikasa—I didn't… we weren't…" Her voice trembled, fear of the legendary warrior's wrath making her voice crack.Eren, recovering quickly, sat up straighter.
"Mikasa? You're back early."Mikasa leaned against the doorframe, crossing her arms with a faint smirk. The sight didn't anger her; if anything, it stirred a voyeuristic curiosity. Their open marriage allowed for this freedom.
"Oh, sorry. Continue with that," she said casually, her voice even as she pulled the door shut with a click.Inside the room, Amber stared at the closed door, her heart pounding.
"What the hell? Your wife just walked in on me sucking your dick, and she… she tells us to continue? Why didn't she freak out? Yell? Throw a kunai at my head?"Eren laughed, a deep, rumbling sound that eased the tension. He reached for her, pulling her close by the waist.
"Relax, Amber. Mikasa and I are in an open relationship. No secrets, no jealousy. Well, mostly no jealousy."Amber blinked, processing. Her fear melted into intrigue, a spark of excitement igniting in her core.
"You should've told me that before! I thought I was your dirty little secret. Sneaking around with a married man… it was hot, but terrifying.""Yeah, yeah," Eren teased, his hands sliding down to squeeze her ass. He flipped her onto her stomach with effortless strength.
"Lesson learned. Now, get on all fours and spread that pretty pussy for me. I'm not done with you yet."Amber giggled, the thrill amplifying her arousal. Knowing Mikasa was aware—and seemingly approving—made it forbidden yet sanctioned, a heady mix.
She arched her back, knees spreading wide on the mattress, her slick folds exposed. "Like this, senpai? You want to fuck me while your wife listens downstairs?"Eren groaned, positioning himself behind her. He rubbed the head of his cock against her entrance, teasing.
"Exactly like that. You're so wet, Amber. Does the idea turn you on? My wife knowing I'm balls-deep in your tight cunt?""Yes," she moaned, pushing back against him.
"Fuck me, Eren. Make me scream so she hears."He thrust in hard, burying himself to the hilt in one stroke. Amber cried out, her walls clenching around him.
Eren set a brutal pace, his hips slapping against her ass, the bed frame groaning in protest. "That's it, take it all. You're such a good little junior—smart in the field, filthy in bed.""Oh fuck, yes! Harder, senpai—pound me!" Amber's moans escalated, filling the house.
She gripped the sheets, her body rocking with each impact, pleasure building like a storm.Downstairs in the kitchen, Mikasa heard every sound—the rhythmic thuds, the gasps, the explicit words.
It was surreal: her husband railing his junior in their marital bed while she prepared breakfast. Life in the Hidden Leaf had twisted into something unpredictable since they'd integrated into this world of ninjas and jutsu.
She cracked eggs into a sizzling pan, the aroma of scrambling yolks mixing with bacon frying on the stove. Fresh bread toasted in the oven, and she sliced ripe tomatoes and avocados from the garden. "Weird doesn't even cover it," she whispered to herself, stirring the eggs with a wooden spoon.
But there was no anger, only a mild amusement and a twinge of arousal at the echoes of passion.The moans peaked—Eren's guttural growl as he came, Amber's high-pitched wail—then subsided into heavy breathing.
Mikasa plated the food: fluffy scrambled eggs sprinkled with herbs, crispy bacon strips, buttered toast, sliced fruits arranged artfully, and steaming coffee in mugs. She set three places at the wooden dining table, the clink of cutlery the only sound now.
Footsteps thudded on the stairs after the shower ran upstairs. Eren and Amber descended, hair damp and skin flushed from hot water. Amber wore one of Mikasa's spare robes, cinched loosely, while Eren was in loose pants and a shirt.
The kitchen smelled divine, a comforting contrast to the earlier lewdness.Amber hesitated at the table, sitting gingerly, her eyes darting to Mikasa.
"This… smells amazing. Thank you. I, uh, wasn't expecting… breakfast."Mikasa smiled faintly, carrying over the coffee. "No problem. Figured you two worked up an appetite. First time in a situation like this?"Amber nodded, fiddling with her napkin.
"Yeah. I mean, I've hooked up with Eren a few times at the office, but never here. And never with… you knowing. It's awkward, but kind of… nice?"Eren chuckled, entering the kitchen.
He eyed Mikasa in her tight black shorts and white tank top, the outfit hugging her athletic curves—firm ass, toned legs, and breasts that strained the fabric. Unable to resist, he wrapped his arms around her from behind, pressing close, his semi-hard cock nestling against her ass.
"Morning, beautiful. Where were you last night?" His voice was husky, lips brushing her ear.Mikasa leaned into him, her hands covering his on her waist.
"With Minato. He teleported us to a beach—crystal-clear water, white sand. Nico Robin was there too. It was spontaneous; I'm sorry I didn't tell you. I know I should've. Made you worry?"Eren nuzzled her neck, inhaling her scent—salt from the beach mixed with her natural musk.
"Don't apologize. I figured it was him. But a beach? Damn, that jutsu is OP. One second in the village, next on some tropical paradise. Like magic.""Yeah, it's incredible," Mikasa agreed, turning slightly to face him.
"We swam, built a fire… things got heated. Robin's powers— she can create extra hands. It was… intense." She felt his grip tighten, a subtle jealousy in his touch.
Eren's eyes darkened as he scanned her body. Hickeys dotted her skin like battle scars: three vivid ones on her neck, more peeking from her cleavage, purple blooms on her breasts.
He traced one with his finger, jealousy coiling in his chest. "He marked you good. Everywhere, huh? Neck, tits… probably lower too." His voice held an edge, though he tried to mask it.Mikasa met his gaze steadily.
"Yes. He was rough, dominant. But it's just sex, Eren. Like you and Amber. Does it bother you that much?"He sighed, pulling her closer.
"A bit. Seeing his marks on you… it stings. I know I'm hypocrite—fucking Amber right upstairs. But you're mine, Mikasa. Always."She softened, kissing him lightly. "And you're mine. We can talk more later. Maybe… join next time?"Eren's eyes lit up.
"I'd like that."They joined Amber at the table, digging in. The conversation started tentatively but flowed."This bacon is perfect—crispy but not burnt," Amber complimented, munching.
"You're a great cook, Mikasa. Eren never mentioned that."Mikasa shrugged.
"Thanks. Learned from necessity. During the last great war, food was scarce. Here, it's a luxury."Amber tilted her head.
"The war? Sounds terrifying. I'm from a small clan in the village—nothing special. Intelligence work mostly. Eren's been mentoring me on strategy."Eren nodded, sipping coffee.
"She's quick. Cracked a code last week that stumped the vets. And in bed… well, you heard."Amber blushed but laughed.
"Senpai! But yeah, last night was wild. We started with drinks, then… one thing led to another."Mikasa raised an eyebrow, intrigued.
"Details? If you're comfortable."Amber glanced at Eren, who nodded.
"Sure. He pinned me against the wall first—rough kisses, hands everywhere. Then on the bed, he ate me out until I begged. His tongue… gods."Eren smirked.
"You taste sweet, Amber. Like honey."Mikasa felt a warmth spread. "Sounds familiar. Minato did something similar last night. With Robin watching, then joining. Her extra hands—massaging my breasts while he fingered me. I came so hard."Amber's eyes widened.
"Robin? The archaeologist? Minato-sama's pulling in outsiders now? That's hot. Did he fuck you both?"Mikasa nodded, vivid memories flashing.
"Yes. On the sand, waves lapping. He alternated, dominating us. 'On your knees,' he commanded. We obeyed."Eren shifted, aroused. "Damn. Jealous, but turned on. Maybe we invite Amber next time?"Amber grinned.
"I'd be down. A foursome? Or more?"The talk turned lighter—village gossip, training tips—bonding over shared oddities. As plates emptied, Eren cleared them.
"Thanks, Mikasa. Best way to start the day."She stood, stretching.
"Anytime. Amber, stay as long as you like. This could be fun."Amber smiled shyly.
"Thanks. I think it will be."The sun rose higher, warming the home.
In this world of shinobi, their lives wove new threads of desire and connection, uncharted but exhilarating.