Lukas’s cool hands on your wrists, wiping away the blood with a wet cloth.

His fingers lightly skimming the rip on your back as he searched for bits of cloth that might’ve gotten stuck in the wound.

His dark blue eyes on yours, watching for a reaction, as he spread the balm you’d instructed him to make over the burns on your arms.

His low voice asking if you—

With a growl, you forced yourself out of the memories. This was perhaps the dozenth time you’d found yourself daydreaming about the incidents—or rather, the results of the incidents—that had occurred two days prior. You shook your head, like a horse shaking off a fly. No. You needed to focus on the present, on the bread that you were kneading. What had happened didn’t matter to you. And you certainly could keep your mind off the quiet, expressionless Jarl.

The corner of your mouth twitched, and you let out a bark of laughter. What a lie that was.

You attacked the bread with renewed energy, pausing only to re-wrap the bandages around your wrists. Perhaps if you threw all your energy into the household chores, you wouldn’t have any left over to think about—

“_______.”

Damn.

You turned, your hands still stuck in the bread dough. Lukas and Emil stood behind you, their cloaks hanging from their shoulders and swords from their belts. You unconsciously glanced at Lukas, and it was a moment before you could force your gaze away, instead looking at Emil.

“We’re going to the thing[11],” Lukas said in his low voice. You nodded, still not looking at him. “It’ll be a while before we’re back. Stay inside.” When you nodded again, the two Vikings turned and left, leaving only the faint ringing of a securely shut door behind them. You locked it before returning to your kneading.

The thing. Lukas had organized it to decide what to do with Torleik. From the size of the crowd, it had been clear that the goði had more than a few willing to go along with him. Simply killing him, as Mathias had suggested, may have resulted in an uprising. A town meeting would be the safest way to deal with him.

Besides, he could always be killed later.

You dug your fingers into the dough, your eyes narrowed. Your mind flashed back to Torleik, smirking as he tossed the flaming branch into the pile of wood where you were tied. You straightened up, still holding the dough, and set it onto the flat iron tray that lay on the table next to you. Brushing off your hands, you carefully slid it onto the embers of the fire, then stood back up, staring into the low, flickering flames.

A moment later, you turned and seized your cloak from where it was draped over a chair. Swinging it around your shoulders, you grabbed your dagger and ran lightly over to the door, sliding the bolt open.

You’d be damned if you were going to miss this meeting.

Slipping your hood over your head, you opened the door and glanced both ways. Immediately, the wind blew your cloak back and you shivered at the sudden cold, but the road appeared empty. You darted out the door and closed it quietly behind you. Then you paused, glancing over towards the stable. A moment later, you shook your head and began walking swiftly down the road, hugging your cloak to your body. Taking Ull might've been faster, but it also would've been conspicuous.

Except for a few old women or young girls feeding goats or scattering ashes over what would become gardens come spring, the way into main part of the village was deserted. Still, you kept your head down, not wanting to attract attention.

When you neared the center of the village, you turned and scurried down a side road. You’d make your way to the thingstead from there. Already, you could hear several voices, raised in argument.

When you guessed your position to be correct, you turned a corner and saw a large, open-faced barn. A great crowd of people was gathered inside, the outermost pressing in to get out of the biting wind. Allowing yourself a quick smile, you slipped inside with the others, gradually making your way towards the front.

Finally, you were as close as you could get. Ignoring the grumbles from the men around you, you stood up on your tiptoes, peering through the bodies in front of you to the center of the thingstead.

Lukas and Mathias sat on a raised platform, Emil off to the side, staring down at Torleik, who stood before them, along with a few of what you guessed to be the more religious people of the village. A man you recognized as Eirikr stood among them, looking up at the Jarl with a mix of sheepishness and indignity. The goði himself had a self-satisfied set to his face. Nausea curled in your stomach, and you nearly let out a hiss at the sight of him.  

“—interfered with Thor’s will, Jarl,” Torleik was saying.

“This village agreed a long time ago that it would not condone human sacrifices,” Lukas replied flatly. “That is the law.”

“And unless I’m mistaken,” Mathias added, examining his fingernails lazily, “the people still like it that way.” He looked up and swept the crowd with his gaze. There were several firm, if somewhat nervous, murmurs of agreement. Mathias straightened up and pointed at Torleik, grinning. “See? You lose.”

Torleik snorted. “She was just a thrall, Lukas. Barely human. You overreacted.”

The Jarl’s eyes flashed. “Saving a life is hardly overreacting, Torleik.”

“You might want to shut up, goði,” Mathias advised.

Torleik ignored him. “You would not be so angry, Lukas, if I hadn’t been unfortunate enough to choose that thrall in particular.”

Those who had heard suddenly quieted, eagerly straining forward to catch the latest bit of gossip regarding their quiet Jarl.

Lukas’s eyes narrowed ever so slightly, although there was still no emotion in his voice. “What are you getting at?”

Your heart sank as the goði’s grin widened. “I’m simply stating, Jarl Lukas, that you wouldn’t have lifted a finger if it hadn’t been your little witch burning.”

“Uh oh,” you heard Mathias mutter. Lukas leaned forward.

“That’s not true.”

Torleik raised an eyebrow. “Oh?”

“I will not allow human sacrifices; it doesn’t matter who it is.”

Torleik’s smirk grew. “So you’re saying that the girl is meaningless to you? Just another human?”

You leaned forward, your heart thudding heavily in your chest.

Lukas was silent for a moment, and then—

“Yes.”

You froze. In that moment, by some strange twist of fate, Lukas turned and glanced into the crowd where you stood. His eyes widened when his gaze met yours. A heartbeat later, you turned and pushed your way back through the crowd, ignoring the muttered curses as you shoved the men aside.

Finally, you broke into the cold, clear evening air. Swallowing the sob that rose to your throat, you fled the thingstead.

Finally work for today was done!
Your legs felt so heavy as you walked the last steps up to the house, you were sharing with four other men and you just realized how much your feet hurt when you lastly reached the front door.

Sighing you searched around in your pocket and fished out your keys, a cute Gilbird keychain moved hanging down back and forth. Smiling you placed it on your open palm and admired it with a soft gaze while brushing your fingertips over it.
You got this little toy from no one other than Gilbert Beilschmidt, the huge ass playboy albino boy. Who would've thought that?
Well, most people don't now it but beside his weakness for cute things and kind of dorky personality, he had a very soft side somewhere deep inside, veeery deep.

Anyway, he was one of the few men who lived with you in this house and was really... Umm, rather really one of a kind. But you could deal with him, in fact you fell in love with him and his cocky grin.
But how it happened and when, and for god's sake why, would probably be always a mystery for you and the whole world.

Seriously, you couldn't understand how he made your heart go doki doki, he was such a player and so arrogant, something you usually hated like there was no tomorrow.
Maybe the fact that you've seen the real Gilbert for once was the deciding reason?

Chuckling at yourself you turned around the key and unlocked the door without much trouble. You step into the hallway and slipped out of your shoes, kicked them not really caring into a random corner somewhere in nowhere and hung up your light jacket next.
Finally out of the whole stuff you walked down the corridor, your now bare feet – who needs socks? – left a tapping noise on the dark parquet floor.

“Hello, I'm home!”, you raised your voice a bit, yet not really much, and waited for responds but you just stood there in silence, nothing was heard. Your brow furrowed and after a while you decided to leave it be, even if usually someone was at home at this time and greeted you with a friendly and warm hug, mostly Feliciano because Gilbert didn't gave everyone his awesome hugs and was mostly at work at this time, Ludwig would just pat your head if you wouldn't hug him first and Kiku... well, we better not start talking about that. He's a special patient, who was just doing Feli's hug-therapy.
A sigh escaped your lips when you dragged yourself up the stairs and felt like you would die any minute. You wouldn't be surprised you if you're going to end up crawling up the stairs like this one 'lovely' lady from Juon the Grudge.

Finally you made it to the top and regretted with every second more and more not to had join Ludwig's training because you felt as if you had just finished a marathon.
You were tired as fuck– Oh, how you longed to lay down on your beloved bed now and to sleep like a stone!
“Oh, my husband... Honey, I've missed you so much...”, you purred to the bed as you opened your bedroom door and were about to enter but a noise caught your attention.

A moan?

Turning around you tried to make out from where the strange sound came, curiosity took over your mind and your senses directed you to the Prussian's door. Unsure you placed your palm on the wooden, yet soft feeling door and collected yourself.
Do you really wanted to go in there? What if Gilbert would come home right now in this moment and saw you in his room?
Your thoughts got interrupted when you heard again a louder moan followed by a soft sounding “Ngh, [Name]...”, which caused you to blush in a terrible deep shade of red.
Your hands started to shake and sweat.

Wait... If this was Gilbert's room then...
“Holy shit...”, you breathed out voiceless when your brain finally got the message and blushed even more as your hand found its way to the doorhandle and just waited for you to push open the separating item.
Gulping down the created ocean of saliva in your mouth you pushed down the handle slowly and soundless as possible, to big was your fear to make a single sound. Both of your eyes fell shut, tightly you pressed your eyelids together and tried to gain again some courage to open at least one of them.

“Ugh... Gott, [Name]...!” Aaand your attention was caught again.
Sneaking a peak you reopened one eye again and saw a certain Prussian male laying in his bed on his back, working overalls and boxer down to his ankles, one hand clutching the fabric of the elegant gray bedsheet and the other stimulating his proudly standing member while groaning your name now and then because of the imagining pleasure you were giving him.

Speechless you just stood there and couldn't help yourself but stare at his male part in awe.
Gosh, you always knew that he was talking about his awesome '5 meters' and that his dick obviously was not that long, but Jesus Christ, that thing was huger than you'd imagined!
Not that you had done such a thing, of course not you!
... Okay, yeah you had done it before but only just a few times!
... Okay, okay, maybe more but that doesn't matter right now!

'Should I, umm, get his attention...?', you asked yourself in thoughts and sneaked with light steps father into his room.
The way he erotically groaned your name made the middle between your legs heat up.
“Err, Gilbert...?”, you cleared your throat and coughed into your fist while putting the other arms shyly behind your back and gazing down to the floor.

Said young male flinched surprised and snapped open his ruby-red eyes, his hands grabbed the unmade black blanket to cover up his vital regions and starred at you with a with shame flushed head.
“W-Was zur Hölle machst du hier?![1]”, he shrieked with an unmanly voice before he added:
“E-Es ist nicht s-so wie's aussieht! [2]”
Still not meeting his gaze you started while playing with your fingers and with clear discomfort in your voice: “W-Well, I c-came home and wanted t-to go to my room but I k-kinda heard you and, w-well, umm... ICANLENDYOUAHANDIFYOUWANNA-!”
As soon as these words left your mouth you clasped both of your hands over it to finally shut yourself up.
The both of you blushed furiously in an unbelievable shade of tomatoes and cherries in the middle of summer and pregnant silence settled down in the room.

'Dafuq is wrong with me?! I would never offer such things! Why am I acting so strange? Just why?!', you began to argue with yourself and tried to hide your face under your bangs, not daring to look at the albino who was starring at you in disbelief.

“W-Well, if you want to. Although it would be awesome...”, the mechanic mumbled embarrassed and turned his head slightly away, feeling ashamed of sounding not like his normal awesome self at the moment.
Nervous you walked over and twirled a lock of yours around a finger, your knees felt like jelly, so wobbly and unsteady when you took another step.
Sitting down on the mattress you first kept your eyes straight on the parquet floor, respectively on the gray sheets when you slowly crawled over to Gilbert, who was eying every single movement of yours.

Suddenly you felt how slender fingers brushed through your smooth hair before resting on your cheek, causing you to look up and you met the still reddened face of your friend, who gave you a sheepish grin to encourage you.
Returning it with a shy smile you let your eyes drop down to his still standing penis, which wasn't afraid to show its full and prideful length.

Reaching out you brushed with your fingertips over the sensitive skin, gently up and down and tried to memorize every single detail with a timid expression on your face.
This little single and short touches gave him a whole new feeling, overwhelming him, claiming his senses with pleasure and caused his breath to go quicker and him to bit his bottom lip to muffle his probably incoming moans.

You were amazed how soft and stiff it felt at the same time.
A smile played with the corner of your lips when you noticed what kind of effect you had on the Prussian and got the guts to grab his member with one hand, of course still shy.
Gilbert's face twitched at the time when your dainty hand started to move up and down in a reserved way, made him mentally beg for even more but he kept his mouth shut and continued to bit his lip.

But there was no way he'll beg for your touch!

Your hand started to move a bit faster and finally elicited an eagerly longed moan from him, made your face turn into an even more redder shade – of guess what color – and the felling in your womanhood hotter, yet proudness was swelling in your chest for making him react this way.
It made you wanting even more.

“Kgh, fuck...!”, he groaned under his breath and tossed his head back into his pillow in pleasure as you again picked up some pace and pumped up and down.

It felt good to be the one who pleased him this way, not some random chick he could've picked up at a bar, pub or club, only you and it made you happy as fuck.

“Oh Gott, [Name]...!” The loud moan made its way out of his throat and echoed through the room, you felt how the cozy feeling in your stomach grew even more with every erotically sound of his.

His hands were clutching already the bedsheets under him with such a force that his knuckles grew more paler than they usually were.
Gosh, every single pump made him wanting more, so he bucked his hips to trust against your fast moving hand and joined your rhythm with joy.
Oh, how much he wanted to touch you, to make you feel like in heaven but right now he couldn't think straight; all he wanted was more of this incredible feeling that you were giving him.

Of course the awesome Prussian had his limits too.
As you, curious as you were, bent down with your head to give his member's glans a short but effective lick, his head squirmed from the left to the right and it drove him even more crazy than he already was.
He wanted to cum so badly it hurt, so overwhelming was the desire of feeling the release.

After you nibbled and licked down the shaft of his penis in a soft but still teasing manner and started to pump again while rubbing your thumb over the glans he couldn't hold back and finally came with a loud groan, his semen spattered your used hand and just slightly your face.
Eying the white substance you sat up and after thinking about it, you gave it a try and lick a bit from your hand.

“Not that bad”, you said more to yourself than him and continued with dealing with the said part of your body, while Gilbert slowly caught his breath again and watched how you moved your skilled tongue over and between your fingers, this little show took some time.

And his awesome friend was standing again!

Not even waiting a second after gaining his strength again, he pushed himself up by his elbows, took the back of your head with on hand and pulled you closer to him, crashed his pale slim lips on yours and moved against them, movements full of passion and lust, yet there was a feeling that was stronger than those, much caring and warmer. It made you feel so secure.

Flipping the position he still kissed your lips and was now hovering over you –  still panting slightly –, his hands were placed one each side beside your head as he broke the connection and locked his shining red eyes with your gleaming [e/c] ones, emotions of affection and desire were held in those breathtaking orbs.

“[Name]”, he whispered your name as he leant closer again, tips of the noses just barely touching and his thumb whipped away the left cum from your cheek.
“W-Well, y'know... I... I lo-! Nah, fuck...”, he stuttered and blushed embarrassed again in a soft pink, his eyes traveled to the side and the white teeth of his were clenched in frustration. Waiting you starred at him with big prying eyes, which made you even more cuter to look at, in Gilbert's opinion.
“[Name] I-I wanted to say this not in a situation like this cuz you maybe won't believe me and it's not the best time aber-... I-Ich, Ich liebe dich!”
He crashed his surprising soft lips anew onto yours, not even trying to hear your respond in fear of being rejected and tasted his cum again, but he couldn't care less.

With widen eyes you lay there, shocked like you've never been in your whole life before and felt how the albino nibbled and sucked on your bottom lip, thus asking you for admission with his slick and mellow pink muscle.
Your eyes fell close as you gave in and parted your lips only just a little bit.

It would be boring without little teases, right?

Grinning against your lips he pushed his skilled tongue roughly into your mouth and nudge yours slightly to join him for a dance, which resembled a hot and passionate tango between two lovers with a deep burning love for their partner.
After a while he let go of your wrists and supported himself again by placing his palms on the mattress and you took this chance to wrap your arms around his neck, pulled him even closer to you with a now titled head and deepened the kiss.
Within a short time this, at the begin innocent, kiss turned into a full mind-blowing French kiss, the saliva dripped not caring down the corner of your both mouths and created a wet and sloppy sound now and then.

Panting like mad you two broke slowly away from each other, a string of salivary juice still connected you and he didn't even waste the time to twirl it around his finger, then took it in is mouth and sucked it with joy.
You watched him with lustful eyes and involved him once again into a incredible and indescribable tongue fight.

While kissing you further his hands traveled down to the hem of your top and slowly creeped under it, his roughen fingertips danced over the newly discovered delicate skin here and there, his cold hands gave you small goosebumps, but stopped abruptly when he found your waist and began to massage the comfy place elatedly. Your breath quickened.
He longed for that one sound from your mouth, a sign of pure ecstasy that only he could give you and he wanted to hear it.
Eagerly he broke the kiss and planted a kiss after another on your cheekbone down the jawline to your collarbone, you shuddered under every single touch of his.

A smirk plastered now his features and he bit into your collarbone teasingly, nibble on the sentient skin, sucked here and there till he stopped at that one spot and finally got his so desired sound; you moaned loudly and tangled our hands in his nearly white blond locks.
He'll surely leave a few hickeys but you didn't mind, actually it would be nice to be 'marked' as his.

Back to his hands, he took them out of the shirt, tugged now begging on its hem and showed you that he wanted it off.
Nodding with a sheepish smile you felt his hands on your skin again but this time he had grabbed and jammed the fabric between his curled thumbs and let only his palms caress your body.
You raised your arms and he pulled the material impatiently over your head, thus of your body, and rubbed hungrily his nether regions against yours, got you both to moan in sync from.

You bucked your hips against his while traveling down to his chest and not even asked for permission, when you ripped his black wife beater from his body and threw it into a forgotten corner.

Smiling you took your time to eye his whole body.
He was neither skinny nor a bodybuilder, everything was well-built, muscle on the right place, his crest locked more than attractive, his member over the mean size but what were you talking, he was a masterpiece in general!

Rubbing your hands up and down his stately chest and planting kisses near his collarbone, you drew a few soft moans out of his mouth as he played with the button of your pants, teasingly opened and closed it again while fiddling around a bit.
Nodding again and again you gave him a go ahead, you wanted this thing off already!
The burning and teasing feeling between your thighs was barely bearable!

Slowly he tugged them down and you gave him a wince, obviously unpleased but he just enjoyed your state, being so dependent on him.
After a while, which felt like an hour for you, your pants were gone and left you only in your lingerie. Blushing deep and looking to the side shyly when he looked over your whole body and appreciated the almost naked beauty in front of him.
“Gilbert...”, you spoke breathlessly as he took your still cupped breast in both of his hands and started to kneading those in gentle circular motion, bent down and kissed you fiery, slipping his tongue into your wet cavern right away.

Still he didn't stop rubbing against your vital regions and it made you insane to feel the tip of his member on your clothed regions but having not really physical contact in this area.
His smooth lips trailed kisses on the visible skin of your breast while still massaging them, earning soft sounding moan after moan from you and his hands found their way to your back, fiddled lightly with the claps of your bra and showed you that he wanted it off as well, but still was polite to ask your okay.
Nodding again you closed your eye tightly but saw the happy grin on his lips as he heard the clicking sound of the unhooking clothing and your arms automatically flung around your upper body to cover your now exposed boobs, pressing them together and made him wanting to touch these divine bosoms even more.

“Lass mich gucken, bitte. I won't judge you, lieb' dich, Liebling [3]”, he rubbed his pale and elegant hands over your arms, just a slight brushing left a burning feeling and made your mind even more clouded than before.
You blushed brighter and gave him a sheepish nod, slowly you freed your upper body again and let your arms fall limply beside your body.
Embarrassed you looked to the side before shutting them tightly and clutched onto the bedsheets, while his eyes gleamed in joy and a soft blush covered his milky white cheeks.

Still he hadn't heard those sweet three words from you, which would proof him that you loved him too, but he could wait, you'll scream his name and probably how much you loved him sooner or later anyway.

Smirking widely Gilbert bent down after admiring the beauty underneath him and kissed down the valley of your breast, meanwhile both of his hands were cupping the soft flesh and continued with giving you a passionate message.
Your moans were getting louder and louder as his lips found their way to one of your nipples and sucked and teased it with his wet tongue hungrily, one thumb and forefinger of his rubbed and pinched the other one in a slow manner.

“A-Ah~!”, it thundered with shaking voice through the room in pleasure. Pressing your head into the pillow you tangled your hands through his soft hair once again and pressed him harder to your chest to show him that you wanted more.
Noticed your need he decided to play a bit further and trailed with his now unused hand down your belly, drawing small circles now and then while finding its way to the elastic band of your already soaked panties, hocked it between his curled finger, only to tug on it, then let go and made you shriek in surprise as you felt the slapping elastic on your skin.

“Kesese~ You're so cute!” He just couldn't hold back his snicker when he saw your perplexed, yet flushed face and prodded the tip of his nose against yours before giving it a quick peck and suddenly disappeared by going down with his body.
You raised your head and were about to respond a rather tsundere-like comment but stopped yourself as Gilbert lifted your leg via your ankle, parted your legs and kissed the already named ankle softly when he saw the horrid expression on your face.

You knew things were getting serious from now on, there was no turning back but there was no single way you would wanted to anyway!

Gilbert gave you a lovely grin, as he rested your leg on his shoulder, and slowly kissed his way up to you inner thighs.
Being such a tease he was, he licked with his tongue's tip further to your womanhood, then took his leave back again and tickled the soft skin with his hot and also heavier breath.
Again his fingers brushed the place over your still covering panties and you just couldn't take it anymore. It was just too much!
“G-Gil, please stop teasing me~!”

You gave a loud groan as his fingers rubbed your clothed entrance and the albino was proud of himself how wet you and also the fabric were; of course he grinned exactly proud at this.
“Teasing? Ich? Pff, you must be mistaking, dear; the awesome Me doesn't tease at all!” You clearly heard the enjoyment in his tone.

Of course the mechanic wanted to tease his lover, also known as you, more but he couldn't handle the burning desire in his nether regions, his limb was throbbing like mad, so he just pulled the damped clothing aside, went straight to your swelled clit and flicked it with his pink muscle.
“God, Gil~bert!”

Your voice was music to his ears, so amazing and beautiful like no other and made his member even more begging for your 'awesome' body.

Drawing circles around the bundle of nerves and slipped 'accidentally' down into your dripping southern mouth, the red-eyed male looked up, saw your half-lifted eyes and an adoring blush gracing whole face, while he tried to memorize your delicious taste.
“Ng- Ah~! Gil!” You were a moaning mess underneath him and he enjoyed every single second of it, so needy, pleadingly with a flushed face and panting, moaning his name every so often, fist clutched tightly on the sheets and chest raising like there was no tomorrow.
His tongue twisted and twirled inside of you and squirming was your respond, meeting his trusts with your hips to get more of this incredible little thing.

Reaching your end you trusted faster against him, joining his rhythm and grabbed handful of his hair to push his face even more down, not getting enough of his skills.
“N-Naah! I-I'm go-gonna c-”, you cut off yourself with a high-pitched scream of ecstasy, arched your back and threw your head into the cushion as much as you could.
Like a small kitten the Prussian male lapped up your juices like the tastiest treat someone could get. He slowly lifted his head and starred at you with lust dazed eyes, while licking the rest of your cum from the area near his mouth.

Crawling back on top of you he pulled you into a heated dance of your tongues, let you taste your own cum and ripped of the last piece of clothes from your body. He slipped his hand between your legs and rubbed your clitoris with his middle finger, not even thought about letting you catch your breath again. You broke the kiss because you needed some air, leaned your head against his shoulder and gave a shameless loud moan.
Meanwhile your hands were resting on his chest and teased his perked nipples with your fingers, made him groan in progress, then traveled down to his slightly ripped abs and followed the muscle lines.

You felt his hot breath against your neck quicken as you reached his member once more. You were about to grip it – or him – again but got stopped by two hands, which pinned your wrists above your head again, and winced in not approval. A dark chuckle was heard.

“I'm sorry, Liebling. I understand that you want to touch my awesome 5 meters but I want you so badly, I can't take it anymore”, he breathed against your neck, sending shivers down your spine but sat up to look down at you.
His red orbs flew over every inch – centimeter or whatever you want to call it – and held admiration for your body.
He just loved you, for him you were the most beautiful human being someone could've ever seen, a living goddess on earth's ground.

A soft smile tugged on the corner of his mouth when he moved back to your pink colored face and pecked your lips softly, causing you also to smile.
Spreading your legs even more he stopped and locked at you musing.

“Do you really want this? We can stop if you wanna, I won't force you or something like that. I don't want to hurt you, ich liebe dich”, he stated asking with worry in his deep voice, furrowed his brow and caressed your cheek.
Your eyes began to water when you heard his words.

Who could've thought that Gilbert Beilschmidt was loving and caring in bed?

Nodding you pulled him into a short but flaming kiss before you spoke: “Don't worry, I want to have my first time with no one else but you”, you confessed and wrapping your arms around his strong neck.
“I love you so much, Gilbert.”
His face lit up like a 5 years old on Christmas and his, so loved by you, grin spread on his face before he started to laugh happily.
“I knew it! Gott, took you long enough, Dummchen! [4]” He nuzzled his face against yours and you could've sworn that he was about to cry, but you decided to tease him about it later.
“Nah, just shut up, Dummchen”, you said giggling and he involved you into a hot and sloppy kiss again, still grinning he poked your entrance with his member and made you shudder.

“You know... that, umm, I'm a virgin, too...”, he admitted embarrassed into the kiss and you couldn't help but stare at him in disbelief.
“Well... That was unexpected...!”, you said still perplexed but nudged his nose with yours as you saw that he felt hurt in his ego. “But I don't mind. It has something romantic, don't you think so?”

Yet you were surprised; THE Gilbert Beilschmidt, the chick magnet and playboy in general, still a virgin?!

“So, bereit? [5]”, he asked and interlaced his hand with yours, the other one supported him per holding your waist. Nodding again you shut your eyes tightly and felt how he pushed his large member into you.
A sharp scream ringed through the room. The hymen was ripped, leaving only the nearly unbearable pain and the right now uncomfortable feeling penis of Gilbert.

Tears fell down your cheeks, only to get kissed away by the albino's lips as he whispered sweet nothings in German over and over again, tried to reduce the pain.
“Say when you're ready, ja?” His voice was full of concern and softness that you could melt right away, it even helped you not to focus so much on the piercing pain.

You were such a lucky girl, having such a kind lover, even boyfriend, did you knew this? You surely did.

After some time the hurting feeling vanished, maybe even turned into a pleasureful sensation, which maybe you buck your hips hungrily against his and you both moaned in progress.
Taking this hint he happily started to trust into you, he enjoyed every single centimeter of your inner walls that were brushing against his thick member.

God, you felt so fucking good!
So tight like he has never imagined you to be, so dripping wet and warm was your core, his cock felt so good everytime when he pulled him back and trusted once again into your divine womanhood.

“Fuck, [Name]! Y-You're so fucking t-tight and-ngh...!”, he moaned louder than before, meanwhile you were already on cloud nine.
You moaned like there was no tomorrow, threw your head from the right to the left and bucked your hips to join his rhythm in hope, to get more of his awesome 5 meters.

Not able to hold himself back he began to pound into you in an unbelievable pace, growling in pleasure he lifted one leg of yours over his shoulder and got a better angle.
“G-Gilbert! M-More, I-I want more!”, you shameless screamed and begged without thinking before he French kissed you again, letting the saliva carelessly drip down your both chins.
Speeding up his trusts, he flung your other leg over his shoulder, gripped tightly on your waist and pounded into your core like mad.

You just couldn't stop yourself; screaming and yelling his name again and again like a broken tape of a cassette recorder was the best and greatest thing you could do right now, something different wasn't in your mind.

It was just you and Gilbert, becoming one and nothing could destroy this moment.

“Ah...! F-Fuck, Gilbert! Right t-there, yes!”, you cried out louder and threw your head back anew, arched your back and moved your lower body part even more and faster to keep up with Gilbert's speed.
Grinning, sweat dripped down his forehead but it wasn't only there; sweat moistened your bodies and made them sticky and slippery at the same time.

He loved it how he had the control over you, this dominance, made you begging for more and more while screaming his name, which made his cock even more stiff and harder if this was even possible.
Still he couldn't help but admire how beautiful you looked this way:
Flushed face, wide opened mouth, boobs bouncing up and down with every trust, the soft hair spread on the bed and face, framing everything in a perfect way and sweat covering your silk-like skin.

So lovely but yet hot and sexy at the same time.

“Ngh, [Name]...!”, he hissed lustfully and his face crunched in enjoyableness when your already tight wall pressed against his dick even more and sent him a wave of pleasure through his veins, shuddering and moaning was the result.
He felt that you were reaching your limit but he wasn't any better; the vein of his member was throbbing like fury.

A part of you wanted it to never end, to be one with him, having him in you, those feeling and the way he made you melt in his arms but the other one wanted to reach the edge together with him, to feel the ultimate wave of emotions and feelings at the same time; a memory if you could name it like this.

Your screams and moans were getting louder, the sound of the clapping skin-on-skin contact and the cracking of the bed's legs was surely heard downstairs but none of you gave a fuck about it.

Suddenly his hands lifted your body up, brought you on his level with still your legs over his shoulder, so you wrapped your arms as good as you could around his neck and he heaved you up, only to let you bounce down on his dick again [6].
Every single trust hit your G-spot, made you even more crazier than you already were and you thought that you would run out of air any moment, so difficult was the breathing right now.

But then there was it. This feeling of the incoming wave of the orgasm was so near!

“G-Gilbert~! I'm-... I'm g-gonna cum!”
“S-Same here!”

Feeling the same Gilbert gave now everything and was now fully controlled by his animally instincts, only wanted to reach the finish line with you, nothing less.
The chanting of his name encourage him even more so he crashed his lips again on yours, both were bruised and red from the whole feverish kissing, slipped is tongue right in while your nipples and breast rubbed against his chest, pleasuring you both more and more till you just couldn't hold it anymore.

It was to much; with your head thrown back and curled toes, you came with the loud screaming of your lover's name and your love for him, which probably could be heard in the whole neighborhood, and mouth wide open to help you with the echoing sound.
Your inner wet walls squeezed the albino's member and sent him over the edge, yelled your name moaning as well and shot his semen right away into your core, in fact filling you up more than you could actually take and spilled his overflowing cum on the sheets along with yours.

Limply you both fell back onto the mattress but he supported himself just in time to not crush your body with his. Still inside of you he pressed his forehead against yours, sweat dropped from the tip of his nose and he interlaced his fingers again with yours, red dazed eyes meet [e/c] soft ones.
Falling to the side he kissed your knuckle and hugged you tightly into his chest, meanwhile he pulled out his member but soon regretted it when he felt how cold and different it was without your special warmth.
Whimpering not approving of the lonely and empty feeling between the thighs you hugged him as strong as you could and cuddled closer to him, while nuzzling his chest with your face.

It was peaceful, no one said a single word, the air smelled like sweat, lust and cum, just plain awesome sex.

“S-So, how w-was it...?”, Gilbert tried to catch his breath and starred at the ceiling of his room.
“Awesome...”, you admitted with a soft red on your cheeks and wanted to bury your face into his pale and porcelain-like skin but he titled your head up by the chin and planted a soft and tender kiss on your lips.
“Awesome as Me?”, he raised an eyebrow and gave a slightly cocky grin, still his cheeks tinted in a soft pink and you gave him a long hummed “Mhm~” as a respond before you finally buried your flushed face.

“Ai wuve ju, Gilverth”, you mumbled sleepily into his chest, muffled words reached his ear and caused him to snicker happily.
“Ich liebe dich auch, [Name]”, he whispered in a loving tone and stroked your beautiful and mellow hair before burring his face in it, slowly the tiredness over took him as well and after a short time he fell into a wonderful, peaceful sleep, murmured the said words into your hair in the last second before dozing of.










I love you too, [Name].

She swallows her groan in her own throat, keeping her pleasure a secret as it boils tantalizingly over her edge. His kisses, although harsh, pressed promises against the hot skin on her extended, naked leg. He mutters something about it being soft and his fingers brush the patches his lips greeted, causing an ugly shiver to ripple her nerves. She hated his teasing, only because he was so damn good at it.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her spine tingle and a smirk curled his lips. Then, in one fluid motion, lifted her leg up and bend her knee over his strong shoulder; he leaned in closer, his breath tickled her half-naked breasts and rolled his clothed hips into hers. It was clear as day that he was waiting for her to bend and snap under the power he held over her, but she refused to surrender.

Her hand flew over her mouth at the sensation and attempted to escape it by squeezing her eyes shut so she wouldn't have to look at him; he was biting his lip, something he knew very well was something that excited her.

"[Name]...."

He crooned her name oh-so tenderly.

"Oh, [Naaaame]...!"

Her leg was relinquished and set aside, his breath fanned against her shoulder and kisses were laid there. And here. And elsewhere until she was blushing fire-truck red. One of his fingers slipped under the shoulder strap of her bra and slid it south, along with the abandoned one on the other side of her.

"I can't do this by myself, you know."

She could practically hear the grin in his words.

A long arm slid under her back, tickling her nerves into another shiver. Oh, how she detested how weak he made her feel. His fingers were on the back latch to her bra, clumsily fumbling around with it to get it loose. [Name] bit her lip to hold back a smile and removed her hands from her face, eyes not daring to meet his.

For a guy with the mannerisms like his, he wasn't very good at getting a girl's bra off.

"Tsk, how troublesome."

He muttered, reaching into his back pocket for his knife and flicking it open in a swift motion of his wrist. The sharp end of the blade was pushed against the underside of the middle of her bra and with a quick saw and tug, Nicolai was able to snap it off.

Nicolai was surprised that it was her who kissed him first, throwing her bra across the room and pulled him on top of her. He was quick to respond, though, grinning into her hungry kisses and just going along for the ride. [Name]'s hands clawed at the back of his slimming black shirt and pulled it over his head, disengaging this mouths for a split second before diving back in again.

His teeth bit her plump bottom lip, warning her to stop her kisses; she complied and stood down, her breathing causing her chest to rise and fall monotonously. Nicolai's chilled hands trailed along her naked flesh, teasing her more and more when his tongue followed soon after - he blew colder air over her wet skin; ice forming in her veins and raising goosebumps.

Her back arched and he slid an arm underneath her to hold her aloft, pressing his mouth to the top of her swelled breast in a harsh kiss. Then, that kiss turned into a bite, then a lick, then another kiss to a bite as he traveled towards her nipple. [Name]'s fingers dug into his skin and a sound hummed her lips.

"Is there something you want to...tell me?"

He taunted, kissing her skin deeply and curling his velvet tongue around her peak.

"Mm-ahh..."

His fingers were on her underwear, threatening to pull them down if he refused to comply. His dark brows rose into his hairline and his ever present smirk lengthened. He could tell she was close to snapping.

"Sorry, I couldn't quite hear you; you're going to have to enunciate."

Her panties were off and the jingle of his belt rung in her ears as he begun to undo it.

"N-N...icolai...!"

He clicked his tongue at her weak voice, only slightly disappointed in her. His belt was off and on the floor like the rest of [Name]'s clothes. He was about to tease her some more when she lunged forward and gripped the hem of his pants, knocking him on his back. Light eyes grew wide when her fingers swiftly un-did his trousers and tore them off his legs; but oh, was he pleasantly surprised, indeed. This was the [Name] he was trying to stir.

Nicolai chuckled, his hand coming up to stroke her cheek tenderly and cocked a sly grin.

"I think you know what needs to be done now, don't you?"

[Name] nodded her head, slowly, before diving in to kiss him and slide off his underwear. This was routine. This was something they did all the time; this was something that never got old no matter how much they did it.