Chapter 2 - The Wizard's Bottle

Notes - All characters in this story are the age of 18 or above. This means that if a character happens to be under this age in the show canonically, in this story they are to be depicted as an adult version of them. I do not want to nor wish to condone sexual intercourse with minors. 


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Tags - Alternate Universe, NTR, Creampie, Crossover, Harem. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------


“I have a bad feeling about this… Where did she go? This isn’t like Mikasa, to suddenly disappear like this.” said Eren Jaeger, speaking to himself aloud as he frantically searched his surroundings in hopes of finding his beloved companion. It has already been a few days and yet there was no sign of the beautiful Ackerman that had stuck to his side for all these years. Since he was a child, it was more odd to see Eren alone without Mikasa than anything. Now after being separated from her for such an extended amount of time, and without knowing the cause why he was finally becoming desperate in his panicked attempt to find her. 


This continued on for a few days longer, until one day Eren received a package that arrived in the middle of his room. After asking around, it appeared that nobody had actually seen the person who delivered it, all confused when Eren asked them if they saw the person that sent it. Cautiously, due to his calculating nature, Eren made sure to take precautionary measures before opening the package. Instead of a trap that he had anticipated, lied a mysterious bottle and nothing else. 


“Huh? What is this? A bottle?” he thought, picking it up and holding it towards the ceiling, squinting his eyes to meticulously examine it. It wasn’t an ordinary-looking bottle, either. In fact it was quite extravagant, an oriental-looking styled design to it. Eren had never seen anything quite like it before, almost as if it didn’t come from this universe. There was no paper of instructions or anything like that, but Eren felt an inexplicable instinct to rub the object, as if something were to happen if he did. Lo’ and behold, he followed his intuition and out of nowhere, a vision started to surface. This had nothing to do with the Titan powers that he was so accustomed to in his world, he couldn’t explain what had just transpired. It wasn’t the only thing that he couldn’t describe either, the vulgar view that would soon come to surface left him speechless, too. For other reasons, however. 


Eren’s relief from finally seeing Mikasa’s face plummeted the instant that he recognized what was happening. He’d seen this young, gorgeous black-haired woman so many times that it didn’t matter what angle, or how far away it was. He knew that it was her. Mikasa Ackerman, the person closest to him in this god forsaken world. Someone that he couldn’t communicate his feelings for. Someone that he wished to protect above all else. Her. She was finally before his eyes. Yet, there wasn’t an ounce of happiness in his heart. He didn’t know whether to feel infuriated, distraught, or lost. What in the world was she doing? He wondered. Mikasa was wearing a provocative, skimpy outfit that was tailored for some type of whore. Showing the most skin that she’d ever had to another man. That toned, impressively muscular physique of a woman that had trained much of her life to maintain her inhumane strength to protect the person she cared for the most, Eren. Or perhaps, the one that she did care for the most. A distant past. 


A black exotic dancer outfit that complimented her dark hair almost too perfectly. The see-through gown that she wore hardly hid the pronounced features of her firm, gorgeous asscheeks that stood out behind her. Eren never knew that Mikasa possessed such an attractive pair of tits, they were popping out with even more style with the bells attached to her tiny bra that only served the purpose of covering her nipples. A transparent veil hanging from her nose and mouth, having never looked sexier in her whole life. Eren admittedly felt attraction towards Mikasa from the moment that he saw her wearing this, the only issue was that she was dressed like this for someone else. Eren didn’t understand it yet, but he’s always felt possessive over Mikasa. In his heart, whether he acknowledged it or not, he believed that she was his woman. They weren’t officially romantic, or perhaps they were, this living hell in turmoil didn’t allow them to take the time and think. If he thought back on it, there might’ve been a time where the two of them did something that crossed the boundaries of friends. One particular night where she was stressed, clothes had come off, and by morning his stress was relieved. 


All that Eren knew now was that he felt repulsed by the sight of Mikasa twitching her hips, rolling them, and shaking her tight rump into the groin of this strange man. 


“Yes, yes! This is how you dance, Mikasa. You’ve only gotten better and better every time! It always amazes me how soft your butt is, even with how much muscle it has!” complimented this person that Eren had never once seen before. The way that he was dressed, his appearance, and even his accent didn’t sound familiar. 


“Who the fuck is that?” he thought, cursing whoever this guy was in his head, a vein of anger popping in the side of his forehead. Eren was an all-powerful being, however there was no telling where this place was, and he had no idea how to reach there. Despite possessing the power to destroy perhaps the whole world, there was nothing he could do to reach Mikasa. Right now, Eren is powerless. 


“Thank you, Master. I’m more than happy to hear that.” smiled Mikasa, wearing an expression that not even Eren had ever seen, something that he noticed immediately. Not even when he wrapped that scarf around her neck, none of the moments that they shared together did she ever look this vibrant. The way that she gyrated her hips was so lewd, and yet even he could tell how experienced it looked. Mikasa was grounding her meaty rear against his crotch, feeling that hardness that spanned a colossal length as it dug into the plush flesh of her backside. That thin thong that she wore tightly flossed between her sexy buttcheeks, erotically teasing and stimulating the absurdly large member that even Eren could see from the view that this mysterious bottle was projecting. 


“Master? You’re calling him that?!” scoffed Eren, as if it were preposterous. There was nothing that Eren hated more than a person with no freedom, after all. To call someone else “Master” was to degrade oneself and forfeit all self-will, to put anyone else on a pedestal above them to where they would have to follow their commands. Eren’s hands were shaking as he held onto this bottle, watching Mikasa perform on this man that she had called Master. 


He wasn’t aware what to call this person, but the name that he went by was “The Wizard.” The only thing is that none of the ladies called him that, they all revered him as their “Master” after the mind-crushing pleasure that he bestowed upon them. In fact, it took Eren a few moments to notice that they weren’t the only two people, on both of their sides were two other curvaceous, busty women that were equally as seductive as Mikasa. They were wearing similar if not identical outfits, these erotic dancers almost suited in some type of uniform. He had no way of knowing their names, but Mikasa knew them as her fellow dance girls for the amazing, stupendous man that they called Master. Now genuinely sharing affection for him, he groomed the three beauties that were all dragged into this world of his thanks to his magic powers. 


Nobara Kugisaki, Rias Gremory. Eren’s attention wasn’t on them for obvious reasons, however they were definitely distracting. Wiggling their hips and dropping their ass low to the floor in serpentine motions, caressing and fondling his arms while he laid back like a king on his throne and let his concubines do their biddings. 


Mikasa was directly performing a lap dance for this troublesome man that Eren now treated like his mortal enemy, seething with rage as he watched the woman that he held dear shake her buttocks all over him like some common whore. His eyes were glued to happenings, no matter how much he hated it, he couldn’t look away. He had to know what was happening to Mikasa. It didn’t seem like she was doing anything against her will, the fact that it was consensual felt worse than a gutpunch, more like a mortal wound had been inflicted on him. If it were being forced upon her, then Eren could’ve directed his anger towards him, whoever the hell this person was. 


“I think that’s enough to warm up for now, don’t you think, Mikasa? What do you say? You want me to put it inside of you?” asked the Wizard, already knowing the answer but wanting to hear her say it. That usually monotone, disinterested woman spoke with such enthusiasm that Eren didn’t recognize her.


“Yes! Yes, please Master. I want your huge cock inside of me!~” pleaded Mikasa, that sentence sounded like it was coming from a whole other person. Spreading her legs apart while still straddled in his lap, lifting her hips up and down and slamming her tight bum down onto the erect appendage that was already poking out of his robes. 


“Good girl.” he whispered hotly into her ear, still loud enough for Eren to hear on the opposite side. Mikasa winced as he pulled on her thin thong string that pinched her pussy, before slipping it over to the side and exposing her dampened divine pussy folds that were puffy and impossibly wet. Her body had instinctively prepared itself to receive his grandiose cock that it had become so accustomed to taking during the time of her absence. The chemistry between Mikasa and her master was evident to even Eren who never paid mind to other people's relationships, her love hole was flooded with juices and he hadn’t even penetrated her. 


His lurching cockmeat lunged forward upon being freed from its confinements and smacking her dead-center between her labia, the extended hose reaching a length capable of slamming against her engorged clit that was hard as a nub. Mikasa’s constant panting was a testament to the sexual heat that she was suffering from, deprived from the massive organ that she’d grown dependent on. Nobara and Rias themselves looked like they couldn’t take it anymore, waiting for their turn as they twerked and strutted their features to provide their harem king with eye candy. The Wizard’s inflamed cocktip mushed against the wetness of her sloppy, cream oozing nether region. Smearing the bulbous helmet head in her essence, Eren watched in harrowing witness the moment where it split her divine folds apart and breached the entrance of her cunt. 


“Uuhnnghhh! M-Master!~” moaned Mikasa, erupting form somewhere guttural as the surging sensations shot straight up from her womb upon being touched by the burly phallus. Mikasa naturally bounced higher in her seat after the flawless impalement invaded her molten velvety heat. No matter how many times had he torturously pleasured her wanton, quivering tunnels that rejoiced the moment his veiny engorgement brushed against the interior of her slickened channel, clenching around him as her expressive, wanton moans told all the story that Eren needed to hear. 


“This is your favorite, isn’t it? You love this position when we fuck.” teased the Wizard, stirring her insides by jutting his hips upwards in rapid succession. Stretching her out with that impressive manhood that seemed at home when buried within her heated flesh. Mikasa nodded lovingly as she wrapped her arms behind her head and clasped her grip around the back of his neck, helping him plunge within her sloppy insides by lifting her hips high in the air, nearly enough to slip out of her marvelous hole only to slam back down into him. Hilting her tight vagina all the way to the base, eliciting explosive sensations that scattered throughout her core and reached to the very ends of her limbs. Eren had a front-seat view of this passionate moment, watching as he played with and flicked her erect nipples after fondling her ample bosom. The way that her generous tits spilled out after stripping the lacy-stringed bra cup off her chest had Eren’s jaw dropping to the floor, seeing those pair of ungrateful hands that he believed had no right touching a woman as perfect as Mikasa with. His feelings meant nothing as he watched the supposed love of his life veer away from him, staring in the direction where the bottle was showcasing her with a sultry look in her eyes. It was almost like she knew that Eren was watching, that she could see him staring right back at her. 


“M-Mikasa…” murmured Eren, his voice hoarse and deep. Mikasa’s cheeks were a crimson red, flushed as her body was sweating in arousal. There was something so intoxicating about this particular tool that was sliding in and out of her wetness, she was shivering in delight. Bouncing up and down on his lap like a hungry slut, her dewy eyes that were clouded with lust, moans that were so lurid that it felt like he never existed in the first place. Mikasa was being spread out so badly from the mammoth prick that the muscle might’ve shown a little bulge near her chiseled abdomen, riding on cloud nine while offering herself to him to be used as a cum rag. The stimulating waves that exploded throughout had her leaning back slack-jawed while allowing those relentless mewls and screams of ecstasy to escape her, shoving up and down his elongated prick with vehement strength and speed. 


“You never get tired of me touching these slutty tits of yours, Mikasa.” whispered the wizard, rubbing them in between his thick fingers, gently tugging and pulling on them. Those pink buds were sticking far out as they were now fully erect, creaming copiously around the cockshaft working its magic in her most susceptible spot. Her brain had been completely enveloped and invaded by the potent pheromones induced by this vaginal assault, bobbing up and down the length with minor control over her own body as the powerful woman looked like she was being dominated in a battle of strength. Eren instinctively brought his hand towards his mouth, prepared to inflict a wound on himself to trigger the transformation into the Attack Titan where he would save Mikasa. Losing his wits during this fit of rage and confusion, seeing how Mikasa was being sent upwards, crashing back down into him after he rammed her deeply at the end of his exceptional thrusts. He was simply swimming in pussy throughout the day, practically at every hour he had a different option at any given moment. Mikasa, Nobara and Rias all competed for his seed. They would all receive a turn eventually, but every time they would get a chance the dutiful sex slave would push forward their utmost effort to maintain their spot. 


“T-This feels so good!~ Mmm!~ I had no idea that sex could feel so amazing until I met you, Master!~” gasped Mikasa, her uncharacteristic words led Eren to believing that she was a completely different person. His mind wandered into trying to convince himself that maybe this had to be some type of doppelganger. There was no way that Mikasa would ever act like this, not with another man. Mikasa squished her muscular legs together, stuck out her arse and slapped her skin against his groin. She didn’t look like she was the only one getting fucked, reciprocating his energy and enthusiasm by bumping her large butt down too. Eren had no idea how long he was staring at this bottle for, watching as Mikasa’s whole body convulsed and tightened, working the shaft with her clamping pussy that clung to him like an octopus. 


“That’s because I’m the best, aren’t I?” asked the Wizard, egging her on. 


“Yes! You are the best! You’re so much bigger than Eren! I’ve never been fucked like this before!~” confessed Mikasa, dropping the bombshell that revealed to Eren that his slight delusions had no truth to him. Hearing her scream his name in that manner destroyed his soul, ogling her naked body doused in sweat. Their breeding session was like a spectacle with how intense it was, seeing how her pussy was sucking that big cock deeper into her body, squirming as she felt hot throbs and aches everywhere.  Her body craves release desperately, awaiting that monumental moment where it would inevitably sweep through her, preserving itself for the consumption of her Master’s thick, viscous seed. Eyes alive with arousal, having never been so full with life, Eren stared into her eyes during this fateful moment. It almost felt like he could feel her presence through this scene, sinking into a deep place that he’d never before upon hearing her boast about how much better this man was fucking her. 


“You are amazing, Master!” praised Rias.


“Can you fuck me like that too after, please?!” begged Nobara, the two of them never relenting the momentum of their sexy dances. Shaking their hips seductively and allowing their rear ends to ripple and jiggle, pushing it towards the Wizard’s face as he enjoyed having it bounce off of his cheek while he finished Mikasa with a turbulent series of thrusts that contained every ounce of strength that he had. Mikasa’s amorous moans echoed in the room as her spine arched with her legs kicking and straightening out, the pink muscle in her mouth lolling out and hanging low as her spit leaked from the tip of her tongue. The silence in Eren’s room only amplified the volume of these two’s simultaneous ejaculations, the creamy substance that they both created erupting as it created a flow of residue that dripped down from his lap, onto the chair and the floor.  


“Is this some kind of sick joke or something? Why the hell would he show me this? What the fuck is this bottle, anyways?” questioned Eren, everything made little sense to him and it made even less sense by the second. Mikasa’s eyes looked like they were smoldering with arousal as she finished pumping the throbbing organ depositing an obscene volume of sperm directly into her cervix. She was squeezing it up intentionally trying to keep it in her body, that round booty of her flexing even after enduring the extremely long orgasm that left her gasping for air by the end of it. Looking around in a daze as if she’d forgotten what room she was in for a second, never in all of their years of training did Mikasa ever sweat this hard, working herself tirelessly to the bone in order to help “Master” produce this overload of sperm that blasted out of his piss slit and ejected from out of her 
constricting hole. 


“T-Thank you so much, Master. I came so hard again.” panted Mikasa, begrudgingly extracting herself from that piercing tip that was proudly standing upright and rigid. Her claim that his size couldn’t contend was painfully honest, even Eren who didn’t want to see it knew. It was unfair how virile this man’s cock was, having tempted Mikasa upon the first meeting and now fully conquering her to the point where her love for Eren was not only replaced but amplified beyond his imagination. He was foolish to think that this farce would be over. Mikasa acted like it was the most natural thing in the world to immediately turn around, drop to her knees and become face-leveled with his crotch. 


“I don’t even have to order you to do anything anymore. You know what to do! Excellent, Mikasa. You’ve been such a good girl, lately.” he praised, the words that he spoke sounded like they were being delivered by God the way that Mikasa stared upwards at him with glee and admiration. 


“I want to do it too!” volunteered Nobara.


“Ahh. It looks so tasty..” murmured Rias.


“You two wait for now, be patient. There’s more than enough of me to go around and share.” said the Wizard, smugly. Eren swore that he glanced towards him, and it reignited his burning hatred with an aimless goal that he’d never reach. Did Mikasa even want to be saved? Was there something for her to be saved from? Mikasa planted the most loving kisses onto the broad undershaft of the daunting meatstick pressed up against his abdomen. She was demonstrating her unparalleled love for it by showering it with copious affection, pursing her pretty lips together and smothering all of his genitals with them. His dangling nutsack, the semen-coated crown, to the girthy organ she kissed it all. Mikasa made out with his cock with fierce energy, almost forgetting the plot of cleaning him of his own jizz. The performance that she put on was solely derived from her innate thirst for his superior cum, an addiction that developed from the first time she drank it. Mikasa’s tongue swirled around the manly behemoth, massaging the veins coiling around it and slurping loudly with enough force to make her cheeks hollow. 


“Why are you drinking it like it’s the tastiest thing in the world? Mikasa… That’s filthy.” thought Eren, flabbergasted by this depravity put on display. Mikasa voluntarily prostrated herself before this man that she seemed superior, forfeiting her self-respect to wrap her thick lips around his meat and suck like her life depended on it. Devouring any sticky glob of sperm that hung off of his turgid rod of meat, inhaling it down her throat like she were drinking a liquid created in heaven. Mikasa’s mouth looked like a vacuum from the powerful suction she created blowing him off, a fellatio that rivaled the ever so experienced Rias and Nobara. They snuck looks over while working up a sweat and brushing their big asses against his shoulders, unsuccessfully trying to steal some of his attention away. He brushed Mikasa’s bangs out of the way to expose her glamorous lips devouring his cock whole, expertly swallowing his sloppy inches down and wiping the thick cock juices with her frothy saliva using the hottest method possible. Thrusting her face into his crotch and smacking her chin against his balls, nose into his groin as she gargled in the final seconds of completing her duty. Eventually, his amazing fuckstick was clean and now dangling with her spit, pulling away in a tantalizing manner, keeping her eyes on the prize the whole time. 


“That’s why you’re one of my women, Mikasa. That was an excellent blowjob, I almost came inside of your mouth again!” he expressed, the compliment elevating Mikasa’s mood instantly to where it seemed like she couldn’t get any more happier. 


“Thank you, Master. That means the world to me!” she responded. 


“Do you think it’s time to say your goodbyes?” asked the Wizard, resting his face on his fist, a piercing gaze aimed directly at Eren on the other side. 


“Huh?…” 


“Oh, right. Eren… Please…” said Mikasa softly, allowing that final word to drag on. Eren felt a glimmer of hope, wanting to hear her give him one final request. If there was anything that he wanted, he wished for her to ask him to take her home. 


“Please… Don’t look for me, Eren.”



