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You don't know why, but you're out in the forest around sundown.
The sunlight fuels danger out here, and you must have assumed it's safer to venture out now. Large footprints are visible in the soil inches away from your own boots. These footsteps are purposeful towards a cluster of tall greenery; the ideal hiding place. It would seem a titan ran away from prey for once, the abnormal behavior piques your curiosity.
Heavy breaths get more and more apparent the deeper you get into the woods. You're confident the setting sun has frozen errant titans in place, and the breathing must be something worth investigating. Finally you see the source of the footprints and noise and your eyes light up like the sun.
The muscular back of Eren's titan greets you, clearly ignorant of your pursuit of him. The monster is sat up, posterior firmly on the ground and seems preoccupied with something in front of him. His loud pants cut through the twilight. You approach with confidence, knowing this particular titan was an ally rather than enemy.
"Eren?" You speak softly, and his large, pointed ears instantly hear you.
He gives a startled snort and whips his gaze around his left shoulder; green eyes piercing into your own. There's a bit of pause between the both of you, but you continue to approach. It would only be polite to face the titan, so you continue your pace to meet him. A few more steps and you face the front of the giant. Your eyes bulge at the sight you're met with.
The rogue titan has an enormous monolith of an erection between his legs. Your eyes blink several times, hoping each blink will bring some clarity. Has he always had that and we just all collectively ignored it? Is this real life?
It takes a low hum from the monster ahead of you to realize you've been frozen and staring for some time. He has no lips to form any expression, but you can sense the embarrassment in his eyes. Unsure of where to avert your gaze between the beast's face or his inexplicable appendage, you settle for the earth beneath you.
"Do you need help?" The words spill out like tipsy vomit.
His hands are awkwardly at his groin, attempting to cover up his shame. Monstrous hands are no match for the protruding organ, however.
The titan can't speak but you know he understands you. There's still a human somewhere in there...you ponder why Eren hasn't left the nape and taken care of himself. Your vision is still fixed on the soil below while you resist the urge to look up. He hasn't even given so much as a chuff in response to your question.
"I...can help you, you know." Your voice cracks a bit. Gods, your throat is so dry.
Sat before you is a Goliath, his knees up and his hands meeting in the middle where the center of attention is. Large hands try in vain to obscure a proportionally impressive appendage; it throbs even beneath his palms. Hefty, droopy orbs are beneath the impressive rod, and it's a bit strange his entire body doesn't appear to have a single pubic hair. You've never seen a set of genitals so smooth before, at least not on a normal sized human.
From what you can see poking through Eren's fingers, the shaft is thick and punctuated by the same veins that already protrude in places like his arms and abs. A fair amount of foreskin snugs the half of the head, bound tightly by the erect tissue. It would probably feel really good to pull that back...
You're transfixed and step even closer than before, the heavy scent of what can only be described as testosterone-laden musk saturates your nostrils. It's otherworldly and making you feel aroused, but clearly not as horny as Eren. Yet.
Cautiously, your small hands make contact with his large fingers. You gingerly apply pressure to encourage him to remove them.
The monster understands what you're trying to do, and at first he's hesitant. The sensation of your soft palms on his own huge hands causes him to relent. Thoughts of that attentive touch on his novel member make him not only more agreeable, but ache with need.
With a few hopeful prods, you're ecstatic to watch the titan remove the barrier between you and his junk. It stands at attention as you delicately place both your hands at either sides of the freed tip.
Umm. Where to start?
The times you've been around a normal, human-sized penis it was pretty straightforward on what to do. Just a few pumps or a quick suck and he's happy. Your hands are now dwarfed by a hefty glans which pulses in time with the titan's heartbeat.
You test the situation by rubbing your palm clockwise around the pink skin. What can only be described as a purr greets your ears, and that's all the encouragement you need.
His dick is...enormous, to say the least. The width easily surpasses your torso and the length is far longer than your own height. There's no way this thing can go inside you, but you get the idea to stick your tongue into the large opening available to you.
While continuing the petting, you push your luck and your tongue into the hole directly in front of you. The taste is distinctly iron-like and salty, but oh-so divine. And hot...stupid hot. It feels like French kissing meat straight off a fire pit.
Your eyes go wide as you feel your tongue suddenly on fire. You pull back hastily and a string of your saliva and his fluid follow your mouth. You realize your mouth thankfully isn't scalded from his hot precum, but you didn't like the sensation. Thoughts of how fiery his actual cum might be discourages you from continuing any oral action.
"At least the evidence disappears!" You look up and flash him a cheesy grin as remnants of precum and saliva fade off your uniform.
You decide you're done giving any more attempts at oral, but there's still plenty to work with. The foreskin you noticed earlier has gotten tighter as his pleasure continues to climb. Without a word you gently pull it all the way back and are rewarded with a monstrous moan.
Pre is still evaporating off your body, much like titan blood there's steam from the areas it stained. It's searing, but other than destroying your taste buds it hasn't blistered your skin. As much as you want to remove your clothes right now, you figure it'd be wise to keep them on.
Eren seemingly pulls away from the touches, you feel offended for a nanosecond until you see him scooting back into a tree for support. With his back somewhat comfortably against the trunk, his legs spread further, and he beckons you back. He wants you to finish what you started.
You don't need to be asked twice, you follow the giant's invitation and take hold of his member once more. Steady drops of precum big enough to fill a cup drip down to the grass below, singeing it before the fluid evaporates into nothing. Your small hands squish his tip to flush out the excess, making sure none of it collides with your boots or body. He throws his head back against the tree as another grumbly moan escapes him. His breathing is much louder now and it's almost as if the exhales are warming the atmosphere around the both of you.
You catch sight of his nails digging into the soil in pleasure, and even steal a quick glance behind you to see his toes curling inward. He must be pent up, it probably won't take long to finish him. Slowly, teasingly, you continue your open-palm massage, going down from tip to his bunched up skin. His cock's head has swelled so much now the foreskin can't hope to cover any part of the glans anymore.
The rogue's pleasure is plateauing and he wants more. A large shadow appears above you, and suddenly you're shoved directly into the pillar you've been working on. Eren's hand makes sure you're good and pressed against his member to continue your task. It still dwarfs your body and your face collides with his frenulum, the head of the shaft looming above you now. You give a startled yelp as a bead of pre perfectly plunks your head, it doesn't burn as much in the cool air though.
"You're pushy, Eren!" As much as you're trying to sound annoyed, you're betrayed by the warmth of your own arousal. Your body is now intimately close with a throbbing, warm, pole of flesh. The junk between your legs begs you to grind up what's available to you and you can't resist.
It's time to get this monster off. His cock head is out of reach for you now, but you almost pathetically continue to lick up and down the underside. What seems like a fruitless task is anything but, as his purrs, moans, and exhales all seem to imply you're doing a good job.
The beast's lusty grumbles pulsate through your ears and make you so dizzy, your knees begin to buckle. You cease your licks and look up at the monster. "You want more?" You're drooling now, unable to resist the raw masculinity of the handsome devil.
Carefully, you straddle his dick with your own thighs and place hands firmly on both sides of his length. You give broader strokes and admire as the skin scrunches and stretches with each motion. Droplets of pre are becoming more frequent and you're too horny to care when they land on you and sizzle.
You swear his breathing is getting staggered and his cock's twitches become more aggressive, warning of the forthcoming eruption. This causes you to tighten your grip and also place your own crotch in a more strategic place to grind, legs find themselves wrapped around his enormous shaft. You were already close even through your trousers; the vibrations from Eren's groans rattle your core and add to the sensation. Every aggressive pulse from his body's reaction to your attention is a pleasant surprise as you buck and gyrate against him.
Your own humping becomes a bit more chaotic as you feel yourself getting close, your abdominal muscles are sore from the effort, but the rest of you is desperate to cum. The frantic grinding causes him to start thrusting, albeit a bit restrained. He's keeping your well-being in mind; you're not just a sex toy after all. If he truly wanted, he could crush your tiny body around his fist and use you to his own completion. The gentleness is as admirable as it is arousing.
Your thoughts melt as you can only focus on your own pleasure now. Focus on helping out your colossal friend wanes in favor of you wanting to climax. Without thinking, you wrap your arms around the length tightly and keep pumping up and down. You're soaked in your own sweat and have become a ragged mess with the steady tap of fluid raining down on you.
The sensation of peaking begins in your toes and creeps up into your spine. You're so, so close and pressing your crotch so hard into Eren's dick it almost hurts. Your pubic mound is going to be sore tomorrow, but it's going to be worth it. His thrusting becomes erratic and you hold on tight as the countdown to your own orgasm begins.
Finally you feel your body clench and let go as a shaky, choked moan is all you can manage while you ride out your climax against the rogue's rigid meat. Cries of pleasure echo out into the forest, spooking birds that rocket out of nearby trees.
Blissful seconds that you wish could go on forever fade and snap you back to reality. You realize the surface against your torso is slick with pre and your own sweat. It's too slippery and this causes you to fall back to the ground after Eren's length gives a particularly furious throb.
Without warning, Eren quickly gets up, his gaze is clouded over and his toothy mouth is slack-jawed. It almost seems like slow motion as you see him grasp the base of his cock and begin to pump up and down the length. Uh oh. You're frozen in place and flight or fight kicks in.
"Hey! Aim that somewhere else!" You cry out and start to awkwardly move backwards by the grace of your hands and feet. You're staring down the barrel of a potential flood and can't get to your feet fast enough.
The rogue's groaning, growling, and moaning are reaching a crescendo; it's his turn now.
Eren lurches forward to his knees with his free arm's elbow planted in the earth, still rapidly jerking himself off as his engorged tip produces a puddle of precum on the ground below. It takes only a few seconds but his grunts and pants become a powerful roar as he spills his load mere meters ahead of your body.
The relief must be immeasurable as several thick ropes of scorching hot cum fly far over the forest, striking several unfortunate trees. He jerks himself dry over the course of nearly half a minute, the last droplet of his orgasm landing unceremoniously near your head.
Now that he's finished, you look back to survey the damage. It looks like the farthest shot went further than your eyes could see. It's likely that by the time you found where it landed, it would have already faded away. Impacted trees show signs of damage to their trunks and bark as the ejaculate oozes down and billows hot air.
What a close call, you're thankful he had the decency to not directly coat you. Still staring back at the impact, you hear a very loud thud behind you and a tremendous, satisfied sigh.
The rogues eyes are closed and he's purring as his shaft slowly becomes less rigid. You pout at the sight. "What, don't want to cuddle?"
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Bright, cheery sunlight invades your room. You suddenly sit up in your bed in a panic, feeling disoriented.
The wetness between your thighs brings you back to reality. Oh, it was a dream. You didn't really have a forest affair with the survey corps' wild card, and titans still don't have reproductive organs. Thank god for the latter, at least.
After cleaning up (and sneaking in some time to jerk off), you put on clean clothes and go about your day and tasks. You make an effort to avoid Eren the times he's in the same room as you, unable to look him in the eyes.