Chapter 1 - Just Another Night

 The crowd in the bar cheered as their local wrestler slammed into the hyped-up opponent on TV after what looked like a clear defeat. “A complete turn-around!” yelled the barkeep.

 Shinji watched with the rest of his co-workers at the table. To many there this was the good life they were all after for so many years. The angels were defeated and the EVAs were decommissioned. There was no longer any worry about imminent destruction, no reason to wake up at night in a sweat from nightmares that kept piling up. 

 So why does everything feel so horrible? Shinji kept wondering. He did the job his father wanted him to do. He helped save the world and even ended up marrying the girl he had such a crush on and was way out of his league. 

 But the truth was, nobody needed him anymore. Not NERV. Not Asuka. Not even the company he was hired that kept him around despite the constant screw-ups just because of who he was and their respect for Gendo.

“That Shinji Ikari?” he could hear someone say from another table.

“There’s no way! That guy’s way too small. I heard Ikari’s massive. He’s half-German.”

“Really?” 

“Yeah! He’s even got a hot German wife and everything, I heard.” 

 Shinji gulped upon hearing that. The few times those that learned about what happened to the Angels came looking for him, they were always so disappointed. They couldn’t understand how the wimpy loser in front of them once rode in an EVA. It was such a mindfuck for Shinji to see the world through their eyes, that he sometimes went full schizo and wondered if maybe none of the things he remembered had ever happened. Maybe he really wasn’t this Shinji Ikari: how the hell could a loser like him have saved the world? 

 He stood up from the table. His newest boss, a polite chubby guy two years younger grabbed him by the wrist. “Ikari-san? Are you going already?”

 Shinji could hear laughter in the bar and could only assume it was directed at him. He trembled breathlessly. “Y-Yeah,” he stammered, trying to look affable and polite. “It’s getting late. My wife must be worried by now.”

“Ah! That’s fine, Ikari-san. I’ll see you tomorrow! Sweet dreams, my regards to Asuka-chan!” 

 He rushed out of the bar feeling depleted and followed the beaten track he took every day on his walk to and from home. Every time, Shinji stopped at one of the newly-constructed bridges and looked down at the deadly drop to the bottom, mesmerized by how easy it would’ve been to slip. Or to jump. How easy it would be, to put an end to all his misery. But he could not do that to Asuka. 

 He swapped his keycard at the front door of the building once and took the elevator up to the apartment. As he entered, Shinji could only hear a faint sound coming from the bedroom. 

 Asuka likely had company. Ever since Tokyo opened up and allowed free and unlimited passage to foreigners, plenty of people were streaming in. There were so many German stores and restaurants now that Asuka could practice her language freely again. But apart from the Europeans and Chinese that were hoping to get a piece of the new Tokyo being built, what made his wife truly happy was the constant influx of physical labor from Africa. 

 He took off his shoes and padded over to the living room door. He opened it gently, trying not to make too much noise, though now he could hear the sounds coming from the bedroom. 

 The bed squeaked, the bedside tables rattling as the frame kept banging into them from all the movement. There were loud, bestial male grunts and the delicate and satisfied moans of his wife. “Fick mich du Neger!” Asuka was crying. “Gieße dein dreckiges Samen in mich hinein!” 

 Shinji did not understand everything she was saying, but he did not need to. Asuka alternated between Japanese, English, and German in her crazed racist rants so he knew well enough what she must have been saying. The only thing that surprised him was that the men that came over never reacted negatively in any way. They just came, fucked her, and then left, completely uninterested in the content of her thoughts. 

 Shinji thought of waiting for her to finish but he was so tired that he just wanted to get his sleepwear and get it over with. It was unlikely that Asuka was going to accept him back into bed now that she found a suitable black bull to invite for the night. Shinji would be forced to sleep on the couch again. 

 He built up the courage to walk up to the bedroom door and slid it open soundlessly. On the bed to his right, he could see the sheen of Asuka’s toned back undulating and gleaming with rivulets of sweat as she rode the man beneath her. She slammed back down into his dick over and over, her tits slapping against her chest, her bright ginger hair flying everywhere. 

 For a few seconds, Shinji was transfixed by the immense black hands squeezing her bubble butt. The fingers alone were so big and strong that Shinji could easily imagine the fist of the bull demolishing him with ease in a fight. Not that he would fight such a guy, ever. He could not begin to imagine what it must have felt like for Asuka to be at the mercy of a superior man like that. She certainly loved it a great deal. 

 His heart skipping a beat, Shinji went over to the walk-in closet opposite the bed. As he crouched down to look through the stack of clothes for his sleepwear, he could feel his stiff dicklet shifting uncomfortably in the tight space of his jeans. 

 Of course, he couldn’t compete with this guy that Asuka brought over. He couldn’t even compete with other Japanese guys, let alone these titanic Africans that were flocking to Tokyo. And Asuka was an amazing girl that deserved the very best, which included these bulls that could take care of her needs. 

 Shinji knew and understood all of that. He stood firmly in support of these black men satisfying his wife. 

 But what he did not understand was why it made him so hard. Why it turned him on so much even when he was away from home that it completely distracted him from the task at hand. 

 It was one thing to be a subhuman, spineless cuck that counted his blessings with great thanks and realized being with a woman like Asuka and having a job was far beyond what was meant for him. Shinji knew that in another world, he might have been judged sad and pathetic enough to be euthanized, or at least taken out of the genetic pool by castration. 

 It wasn’t Asuka’s fault for acting the way she did. She was completely in the right. Shinji wouldn’t have wanted his kid to bring even more shame to the Ikari name and his father than he already did.

 But why did his pitiful clitty have to rise up like this? Why did the image of Asuka riding a big black cock completely dominate his mind? Why was this indignity necessary? I’m not a fag to get turned on by this, he told himself, already panicking at the thought of what Gendo would’ve said. Misato would have laughed and laughed and spit out her beer and laughed some more. I’m not!

 He slammed the door of the closet with so much force that he was afraid he had interrupted the lovemaking taking place in his matrimonial bed. But no, Asuka cooed lovingly as she grinded back and forth over the monster cock, her pale body wracked by shudders of pleasure. 

 Shinji looked away and quickly made his way out. 

 He changed in the living room and turned on the TV, refusing to touch his throbbing penis. Even at its fullest extent now, it was barely above four inches, and the sight of it disgusted him, as did the idea of touching it. Sex isn’t for me, he thought. Better to keep my mind positively occupied.

 The noises were still coming from the other side. Shinji found it difficult to concentrate and his little dick kept raging inside his pants. Each throb coincided with the slaps of Asuka’s ass as she masterfully rode the black cock, and it was getting so bad that he worried he might come without touching himself. 

 Shinji switched the TV to news, the most uninteresting thing he could think of, and raised the volume almost as high up as it would go. He could still hear the banging of the bed so he leaned forwards towards the TV and put his palms over his ears, trying to think only of the images in front of him. 

 Though he watched a report of a horrific car crash that happened on the road between Tokyo and Kofu, all he could see in his mind was his wife’s pale ass getting groped by those manly black fingers and stolen away from him forever. Why couldn’t he have been born a man like that? Then he could’ve stood a chance to make her happy...

 He was still staring at the presenter when the lights in the room went  off and on. Scared, Shinji rose in fright and looked towards the entrance to see Asuka standing before him. She was completely naked, her slender and white body gleaming with dripping sweat as if she had just run a marathon, a streak of cum shining white as it trickled down her toned thighs. Ever since she started bringing guys to the house regularly, her form improved so much that Shinji could see gains in her round butt and the definition of her abs. She worked harder fucking black men than other women did at the gym.

“Hey!” she shouted at him, face darkened with anger. “The hell are you doing there? Can’t you hear me? Turn down that volume, you idiot!” 

 Shinji picked up the remote but his hand shook so terribly that he accidentally dropped it for a moment. He brought the volume down till the TV was on mute and saw Asuka raise her head disdainfully. “Hmph. You came home late.”

“My boss wanted to go to the bar for a bit. I can’t say no when they’re all going.” 

 Asuka crossed her arms. “What the hell do you even go to that job for? What we get monthly pays more than that job ever will.” 

“People at NERV vouched for me,” he said nervously. “I can’t just quit.” I just want to be useful again, he thought. 

“You’d be better off just staying home. Do you know how difficult it is for me? Going shopping all by myself...” Asuka was looking for more to complain about, but came up empty. “I would rather be done with you before my dates show up.” 

 Shinji lowered his head shamefully. “I’m sorry.” 

 Asuka cursed in German under her breath. “Why don’t you go get me a glass of water? Can’t you see how tired I am?” 

 Shinji got up to his feet and went over to the kitchen. He grabbed a glass and filled it up with cold tap water, then brought it over to her. 

 Asuka took it from him wordlessly and chugged the whole thing down. She was breathless afterwards and wiped her mouth with her hand and inhaled deeply. Glancing down at his pants, she could see the rise in them.

“Get me another glass,” she ordered. 

 This time when Shinji came back, she was sitting with her legs crossed on the couch. She took the glass and sipped, then asked him to sit down. “I was thinking we could go to the movies this weekend.”

“Just ourselves?” 

“Why are you so surprised?” Asuka raised a brow. “I don’t want to fuck you, but you’re still my husband, aren’t you? We should do things together.” 

 This was the most heartwarming thing he had heard in months. She wants us to do things together? A weak smile creeping over his face, Shinji said: “I’d like that.” 

“You really should quit this job,” she insisted. “I don’t like not knowing where you are. Makes it hard to focus on what I’m doing.”

“When you’re” - he gulped - “having sex?”

“Yes! All I want to do is ride these niggers silly and instead I’m wondering if you’re lying in some ditch somewhere or if you’re crying in some alleyway. I like knowing you’re here. Safe and sound at home.” 

 Shinji really appreciated the sentiment. “You shouldn’t use that word,” he said meekly.

“Nigger?” Asuka grinned. “Does that make you uncomfortable, Shinji-kun?”

“It’s not nice at all…”

“It is very nice. After all, I love niggers more than anything else.”

“It feels wrong.” 

 Asuka slapped him playfully. “You’re a nigger too, Shinji-kun. Just of a different kind. That’s why I love you as well.” She gave him a quick peck on the cheek and averted her eyes bashfully. Even after all these years, making her affection known directly made her uncomfortable. “Well…” 

 Asuka drank down the rest of the water and stood up. “Why don’t you come with me, huh? I’ll set up a viewing chair for you right by the bed. You can watch him fuck me and jerk off. No reason to be out here by yourself.” 

 Just the fact that she asked that made his cock throb so powerfully that as he put his palm over it to push it back down he almost came and gasped. 

“Well?” asked Asuka again, losing patience. 

 Shinji did not want to say yes. His cock felt amazing already, but he knew it was wrong. What would everyone think if they knew he was doing a thing like that? They already thought he was such a spineless loser. But he couldn’t jerk off with another guy in the room, that was too far…

 Asuka kicked him gently with her foot. “Well? What, did you break down from one kiss?! Answer me!” 

“I shouldn’t do it,” he said solemnly. “Maybe another time.” 

 Asuka rolled her eyes. “You know, it’s bad enough that your dick is so tiny. But you’re no fun either, Shinji-kun. Fine, sit here by yourself. But don’t you dare turn that TV loud again. I want to be able to focus.” 

 She padded back into the bedroom and slammed the door closed. 

 Shinji set the TV to a channel showing subbed movies and tried to read the text to focus. But it wasn’t long until the sounds started from the other room. He could tell that this time it was no longer Asuka assuming control. Her cries were muffled while the wet slapping sound of balls was getting louder and louder. 

 The bull started yelling now but Shinji had no idea what he was saying. The language was completely unfamiliar with him without any words he could pick up, though the authoritative tone and harsh words were so demeaning that he could only imagine Asuka was being punished for her racist attitude. 

 Shinji wanted to focus on the movie, but his dick was getting impossibly hard. No longer able to resist the temptation, he reached down and put his hand around the shaft, telling himself that he would not come. 

 But it was already too late. The moment his fingers wrapped around the pitiful little thing it was impossible to let go. All he could do was lean back against the couch cushions and think of his wife getting fucked in the other room. 

 He pictured Asuka’s toned body getting rammed from behind powerfully and seeing her completely defeated and at the mercy of a real man. And though he hadn’t gotten a look at tonight’s bull, Shinj could see the immensely muscular and handsome black man in his head well enough. As well as the forearm-sized dick with powerful veins that were splitting apart his beloved Asuka. 

 There wasn’t even a chance to stroke his dick. He came instantly, spilling the watery cum inside his pants. 

 He drew his hand back in shame and realized that he had fallen prey to his stupid instincts again. 

 But there was nothing to do. Though his arousal retreated, he just sat there, listening to the fucking going on in the bedroom, in his bed. 

 He knew they would be at it for hours to come.



 On the other side of the wall, Asuka was getting pummeled so hard from behind that she found it difficult to utter a single word. He’s so fucking big, she kept thinking. God, he’s so big. 

 She felt a little bad for forcing Shinji to bear with everything, but she gave him multiple chances to join in on it. It wasn’t her fault he was such a tiny-dicked Asian. And he was such a loser that he was too afraid to even shake hands with her dates when they came over. Asuka hoped that at least if he watched he would relax enough that he wouldn’t be terrified each time she came through the door with a hulking behemoth to fuck her raw. 

 Maybe he secretly hoped she would stop. But that was impossible. Asuka would’ve strangled Shinji herself if it meant choosing between him and big black cock. No matter what love was between them, nothing compared to the self-love she was giving herself each time a bull made her come. 

 Asuka didn’t even know the name of the guy fucking her tonight. He barely spoke at all, save for a few conversational words in Japanese. But the moment she saw his strong black biceps flexing during work earlier in the day, she knew she needed him inside. All it took was to pass him a note with her address and then he had come. 

 The bull was so tall and beefy that he barely fit through the tiny doorways of their Japanese apartment. He was 130 kgs of bulging muscle with fine ebony skin, so tense that the huge veins in his hands and forearms were always throbbing

 The moment Asuka took up the monster cock in her hand and felt its weight her entire body tingled. Then she could see it pulsate as she pushed back the foreskin and revealed the gleaming black head, oozing out thick gobs of precum. The moment her lips met the head, she fell in love instantly. 

 Now the bull was holding her wrists over her ass as he slammed into her from behind. Each time he sent his big black cock in it slid in so deep that Asuka could feel a splintering feeling all the way up to her ribcage. It was followed by waves of arousal that sent shivers down her spine and made her cute little toes flex wildly. Nothing compared to getting fucked by a bull in heat. Nothing.

“Fuck me, you nigger,” she forced herself to whisper, grinning devilishly. “Fuck me!”

“Nigger?” he repeated, seeming to understand that part of what she was saying. “Nigger?!” He thrust into her savagely, his balls slapping loudly against her each time. 

 Asuka giggled happily and tilted her head back to groan in pleasure as she felt the BBC open her up. The bull grabbed her by the throat and came down for a kiss, which she returned gladly. She let him suck her tongue into his mouth and ran her fingertips lovingly over his amazingly muscles.

“You’re so big inside of me,” she told him in Japanese. “I want you to give me your seed. I want your baby inside of me. My husband really wants to have a kid, so won’t you give me one? If you’re just lucky, it might be your nigger seed to take root.” 

 His fingers tightened around her throat as he turned her around onto her back. He lowered himself on top of her, allowing her slender white legs and arms to wrap around his massive black body, then locked her in a perfect mating press. 

 Did he understand? thought Asuka with amusement. Probably not. But it did not take a genius to figure out that the ginger woman that passed him a slip with her address and opened her legs for him without protection wanted her womb filled up. He’s just being a good guy and helping out.

 Asuka loved to trace her fingertips over his strong back as he powerfucked her. It knocked the breath out of her each time he came down and the feeling of his shaft sliding along her pussy at that speed was insane. She could feel every inch of the dick that thoroughly ploughed her and stretched her legs wide to make room for him. “Don’t stop,” she ordered, slapping his back. “Don’t you fucking, stop.”

 All she could do was listen to the bed banging, seemingly close to breaking; to his animal grunting combined with the sounds of her tight wet pussy getting pounded and the balls heavy with baby batter that violently slapped against it. The orchestral theme of a happily married woman. 

 Asuka wished she could be in two places at once. She wished she could get fucked even as she had her face pressed into those balls, licking them greedily and sucking them into her mouth. Every part of a BBC needed to be worshiped. 

 The bull got excited and choked her so hard that it cut her oxygen for a few moments. Her blue eyes bulged out of the sockets, glistening with tears as he left his cock to throb at the deepest level he pushed inside of her. Her pussy gripped him tightly, wrapping itself around the veiny shaft’s surface, and she knew this was the moment they were both waiting for. 

 The bull came inside of her again, the third time for this night. Asuka was allowed to breathe and cried out in pleasure as she felt the steaming hot seed passing all the way into her womb. “You dumb fucking nigger!” she said happily, slapping his face. “Why are you stopping!? Keep going! Did I tell you to stop?” 

 He slapped her back. It wasn’t a hard blow, and probably not one meant to hurt her. But he was such a huge ape of a man that it still hurt even if it wasn’t meant to, and it took Asuka a few moments to snap back out of it. 

 By then he had risen and brought his smelly cock all the way to her face and planted it on top. Asuka gasped in pleasure as she felt the sweaty balls and dirty shift slithering over lips and nose lubricated by her own juices. She stuck out her tongue and cleaned it all up, using her fingers to massage his wonderful cock as she nestled the balls in her mouth. It was so nice to have her mouth filled up by his nuts that she would’ve gladly done it all day long. 

 The bull said something to her but Asuka looked up quizzically. “What?” she asked. Seeing the narrowed dark eyes, she kissed the tip of his cock affectionately. “I hope you know we’re not done, Neger. We won’t be done till the sun rises.” 

 He grabbed her by the hair and tossed her away from the pillows and sat himself down. Though he had just come his cock was still throbbing powerfully, shooting out of his crotch like a cannon; the way he kept his legs spread was an open invitation for her. 

 Asuka crawled over to him and kissed his big black cock again, then stuck out her tongue and licked everything from his abs up to his neck. “I love you so much,” she told him. “I want your nigger dick to ruin me, okay? Don’t be afraid to hurt me.” 

 There could be no real understanding between them but Asuka thought he could at least recognize her submissive tone. He grabbed her suddenly by the ass and spread the cheeks wide with so much force that she yelped. Then he impaled her cowgirl style, staring into her blue eyes the entire time. 

 Asuka glanced down at her tummy and saw the protrusion of his shaft and rolled her eyes in pleasure and bit her lip. He slapped her again and pointed to his eyes, then to his own. Yes, I understand, she thought. I’ll look right at you.

 She thought sometimes how funny it was that a girl like her would submit to men like these. She knew that to her German family and even her Japanese neighbors nothing could be more taboo than being with a black man. But she made no effort to even meet them halfway. She didn’t want some guy that was integrated into the culture and respected her for who she was. The guys she chose didn’t speak her languages and had no idea she was the Asuka Langley that piloted EVAs. They just knew her as the married ginger whore that fucked any black guy in Tokyo so long as his skin was dark enough and his dick was big enough. 

 Asuka knew she was ruining her legacy to such a degree that she would be remembered as the racist with a blacked fetish and a BBC obsession first and as an EVA pilot second. And that made her so wet every time she fully considered the implications that her knees went weak the moment her finger touched her clit. I belong to these niggers...

 Knowing stupid Shinji was listening in from the other room made it that much better, so she put her arms around the bull’s thick neck and rode him wildly, letting his head hit every sensitive spot inside. She bounced up and down his cock like a pro, tilting her head back and shrieking as the BBC ripped through her pussy loud enough for the entire building to hear her. 

 Her neighbors were used to it by now. 

 The bull slapped her ass hard and took it easy, leaning back comfortably, almost as if he was trying to show off how effortless it was for him. Asuka held his eyes the entire time and let him watch her going through every emotion from the pain of having her pussy stretched to the max to rolling her eyes in blissful ecstasy as the throbs of his cock echoed all the way into her filled womb.

 It went like that for another hour until she felt beat and in need of some fresh air and a drink. The room was a steamy mess and Asuka nearly tripped up in the clothes tossed about the floor as she made her way out. 

 Wondering if Shinji was awake, she looked over towards the couch and saw him lying there in front of the TV, passed out. His pathetic dick was still in his hand, his clothes dirty from the cum. 

 He always turns me down, but ends up jacking off anyway. What’s his problem?

 Asuka went to the kitchen and poured herself a glass and cold water. She gulped it down and went for another, then took a cold beer out of the fridge for the bull. She tossed it to him as she came back into the room and crawled between his legs to kiss his dick.

 She had only been away for a few minutes, but even that was far too long.

 

 The alarm woke Shinji up in the morning chaotically. He was shocked and confused for a moment, then quickly put his stiff dick back in his pants with embarrassment and stared at the crusty cum stains on his hands in horror. 

 It was time to go to work, and he wanted to check in on Asuka. Usually the bull was long gone by now, though she wouldn’t be waking up until noon. 

 As the sun’s rays streamed through the balcony window, Shinji’s sideglance caught the strips of light refracted along the floor. He went over and realized it was cum, some of it still fresh, leading between the kitchen and the bedroom. 

 He pressed his ear against the bedroom and tried to listen for what was happening inside.

 There was nothing. 

 He gently opened the door and stepped in to take a peek. 

 Asuka was asleep by herself with her mouth open and a hand over her belly. Her legs were parted and occasionally trembled while a gasp escaped her lips. 

 Shinji got a perfect look of her pussy from where he was standing; he could see how raw and wet it was from what went on during the night, the cum still flowing out of it to form a pool by her ass. 

 That was his wife. And that was the seed that the black bull was nice enough to gift to them.

 Shinji tried to smile and think of the positives. She must have had a great time. Considering how much cum there was, she might even become pregnant this time. That could have been our child’s father, he thought.

 He went over to the bed and pulled up the sheets to make sure she wouldn’t be cold, then gave her a kiss on the forehead. “I hope you had a good time, Asuka-chan. I’ll see you tonight.”

 As he turned to go, Asuka grabbed him by the wrist. “Shinji-kun…” she said pointedly.

“W-What?” he stammered.

 She pulled him in and kissed him deeply. “What does that taste like?”

 Shinji blushed and gulped. “I… I don’t know…”

 Asuka watched him harshly for a few moments. Then she giggled and ruffled his hair. “I love you, stupid Shinji-kun. Come home fast tonight. I’m going to cook dinner.”

“For your guest?”

“No, idiot, for you.” 

 Asuka bunched up the sheets between her legs and turned around. 
 Shinji looked at her for a few more moments, then left for work, smiling.